#the past.. present. the future. too fast too much n it's just like before n that's. why i'm helpless to it. i can do better but this

[normatural]

Summary: Reader is Aemond’s best friend and different from most of his family, she’s always by his side. Past, present and future. Warning(s): description of injury, otherwise none (if you find something triggering, please let me know) A/N: Aemond is ten years old and the reader is nine in the first part of the story before a time-lapse of nine years in the following part. This is a multi-chapter story.

PART I

[ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

The chamber was cast in a warm glow, engulfed in a silence so thick you could hear the fire cracking. and droplets hitting the ground outside, as you just as quietly walked inside, feeling as if you were holding your heart in your hands after all the side whispers you had heard after leaving the princess room, each word clanging to the walls of your head like black mould. Deformed. Blind. Scarred. Stabbed. All of them said the prince was ruined. Some that his face was cut in half. The doer, his youngest nephew, Lucerys Velaryon.

Queen Alicent was sitting by a chair pulled to the side of her son’s bed, watching with distant eyes his dull frame as she chewed on her nail, looking like anything but the queen figure of Westeros.

“My Queen” You bowed as you walked closer, still keeping your distance from the bed as you feared you weren’t ready to be faced with the truth, offering the mother a sympathetic timid smile “Princess Helaena is sleeping and I thought I... I can stay with him if you want. Should something happen, I immediately call for Your Majesty and the Maester. I promise.”

She looked at you with wide glimmering eyes, silent for a moment before she wiped her cheeks and got up, stopping in front of you.

You were sent to the castle to be princess Helaena’s lady in waiting but not so long after your arrival you had become more than simply that. You were a friend to her children, Aemond and the princess herself, even for Aegon at times, with no second intentions but your care and joy for their presence. You allowed some peace in her heart, knowing that Aemond at least had someone beside her who wouldn’t mock his shy being, someone who didn’t care if his Dragon’s egg had hatched already or not. Your care for them came from a pure and kind heart, which reminded her a lot of how she used to be before she had to become the Queen.

“I’d appreciate that” She took both your hands in hers, squeezing them before turning her head to cast a glance at the boy “He could use a friend at the moment, my dear... Though I must say, he hasn’t spoken much since.”

You took a deep breath at the sound of the door closing, smoothing your dress skirt before walking to the side of his bed, pulling the furs up his chest before you dared to face the result of whatever happened after the funeral of Laena. He will be just fine, you thought to yourself before moving your gaze to the swollen and reddish side of his face, where a deep cut started on his forehead and crossed down his eye to end on his cheek, both the slash and his eyes already stitched.

“Hi...” You whispered as Aemond opened his good eye, as well as the mix of herbs the, drank earlier to numb the pain allowed him to, sit down on the chair before reaching for his hand, holding it just like your mother used to with you whenever you were afraid or got hurt, hoping it helps him as much as it did for you “Does... Does it hurt too much?”

It took the boy a single moment to understand it was really you standing there and not his imagination, his heart beating fast at the warmth of your hand on his convinced him that it was truly you. He assumed you’d wish to keep your distance from the disgraceful sight he had become but there you were, looking at him with brows furrowed not in disgust or pity but fear and worry.

“No, not too much” He lied, looking away from the way the glow of the flames danced on your face that somehow made you even prettier in his eyes to glance at the stone wall on the other side of the room. Even if he wished for your presence, he didn’t want you to see him so freshly wounded. He wished you couldn’t see him at all. How could he, one day, ask for your hand? Someone like you shouldn’t be betrothed to a one-eyed, scarred man even if he was in the prince.

“I heard that...” You look to the doors as if someone would step in at any moment before leaning forward to whisper like you were saying the most secret of all secrets and he couldn’t help but gazes at you again, the best he could without moving his aching head “They said you stole the biggest dragon of the Earth and that you flew really, really, high with them!”

You were enamoured with the dragons since the first time you caught glimpse of one on the high sky and had secretly sneaked into the Dragon pit with Aemond the night before, even though you insisted it wasn't a good idea... but you were just as curious as him and what kind of friend would leave him alone?

“It was a fair exchange” Aemond lied once more when he noticed the sparkle in your eyes as you talked about the dragon, squeezing his hand just slightly tighter before you blinked, letting go of it.

“I’m sorry, My Prince. I should let you rest” You smoothed the skirt of your dress, feeling your cheeks burning as you remember you had promised the Queen you would take care of him and talking his ear off in such a state was extremely rude of yours “I’ll be quiet, so quiet like a statue from now on.”

“N-no. I... I like your voice” It was Aemond’s turn to have his cheeks blushing, holding himself from reaching out to your hand again “You can talk, I’m just tired.”

Your eyes searched around the room as an idea came to your mind and you walk to the shelve of books, grabbing one on the lower shelve that didn’t seem to be in old valyrian, smiling to yourself as you notice it was one about the tales about King Aegon the Conqueror, going back to your spot.

“I could read you some of the adventures of Aegon I until you fall asleep... but you must promise me you’ll be alright.”

“Why are you here?” The words blurted from his lips as he looked at the moon disappearing outside before shifting his attention to your small figure.

“What?” You put the book down on your lap, furrowing your brows at his eye blurred with tears and the angry tone of his voice. Did you do something wrong? You knew you should’ve been quieter.

“No one else is here so why are you here, Y/N?” He clenched his fist at his sides, the wave of anger making him snap at you as he seemed to only now realize what happened. How his father did not care about his lost eye, screaming at him even when his son was in such pain because all he wanted was to protect his beloved daughter and his bastards' grandchildren, the very same ones who were responsible for his eye. Where was his older brother when he needed him? His family, except for his mother, didn’t care for him so what were you, an outsider, doing by his side?

“Because I’m your friend and friends must always be there for each other, whatever they need.”

Always there for each other... Aemond thought this was what family was meant to be when he was younger. That’s what he wanted his family to be like. He couldn’t still understand why you cared for him so deeply but it brought warmth to his heart and at that moment, he promised himself he wouldn’t treat you any less than how you treated him. He would show you the same care he wished his family members to share.

The young Targaryen didn’t say anything for the rest of the night, his thoughts getting blurred the more the herbal medicine worked on his system and soon, your voice lulled him to sleep in the middle of the tale about the Dark Sister.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond targaryen fanfic

[joshym]

Lilac Moon: Chapter 3

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: (specific to this chapter) alcohol use, a good amount of angst, some pretty fluffy fluff, lot’s of cursing (sorry, lol), an almost physical fight, mentions of past trauma, mentions of anxiety (future chapters WILL contain smut, so MINORS DNI)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

a/n: this story means a lot to me, & i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i love writing it. 🤍

with that being said, i just want to reiterate that this is a complete work of pure fiction, & this is not in any way meant to be reflective of real life.

as always, don’t be afraid to let me know what you think, & let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :)

love you all so much!

-lis🤍

You stayed the whole night with Josh, wrapped up with him in the chill of the night. It was an accident; you hadn’t planned on staying at this house, sleeping in his arms in the serenity of his backyard. But he’s so comforting, so calming…you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be with him just like this for the rest of your days. 

You’re falling for him, and you’re falling fast.

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The peace of the morning has settled in. You're awoken by the melodic sounds of the birds chirping their forenoon songs. The sun is just beginning its dawn, the dew ever present on the grass.

Your body slowly rises and falls with his, his breathing still indicating the patterns of a deep sleep. He’s so warm. His comforting scent penetrates your senses. His arms are wrapped snug around your body, keeping you safe and close to him. You wish this could last forever. You wish the rest of the world would go on, leaving the two of you alone in this bliss you have created together.

You finally start to come to a bit more, your mind wandering out of its dreamlike state. You stretch your stiff limbs, causing him to stir as he’s starting to wake up, too. Half asleep, he leans down to give a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Mm, good morning. At least I think it’s morning, anyway.” His voice is deep and raspy, still sleep laden.

You suddenly come fully to your senses, realizing that you accidentally spent the entire night with him, sleeping under his pergola in the backyard. You quickly grab your phone to investigate the time.

6:18am

“Holy shit, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Josh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that.”

You lift your body off of him, finding he’s almost reluctant to break the embrace, but does it anyway.

“Why would you be sorry? I don’t mind at all. It’s actually the most restful sleep I’ve gotten in a long while.”

“I just hate to be so intrusive. This is your home, I shouldn’t have stayed all night like that. That’s so rude of me. I’m so sor-” he cuts you off before you can apologize for a second time.

“Y/n, please.” He sits up on the couch to be eye level with you, smiling a toothy grin at your embarrassment that he finds adorable. His hair is in a fluffy mess from sleeping outside all night, but it’s wonderfully charming to you. “Don’t say sorry. I’m happy you stayed. It gets a little lonely here sometimes and you’re fantastic company.” He lifts your hand to give it a quick peck.

“Well, I guess this means I have to make you breakfast now, huh.” He gives you a sly wink, making you blush as you both break out in a set of sleepy giggles. 

He leads you in the house. You’d only seen his home in artificial lighting since you came over so late, but now, you’re seeing it in the glow of the day. The rising sun has encapsulated the space in a warm golden tone showcasing the architectural detailing and his elegant decor. There’s one wall in the living room that is entirely made up of floor to ceiling windows with a view of the forest behind it. You’re in absolute awe as you take it all in.

You’re in desperate need of freshening up, so you ask him where the restroom is. He points down the long hallway, telling you it’s the second door on your right.

You take your time to splash some water on your face, use the small brush you keep in your purse to fix your hair a little, and you’re thanking your lucky stars that you always carry around a travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste set.

Once you feel a little more presentable, you head back to the kitchen to find Josh rummaging through his fridge and cabinets for ingredients to make breakfast. 

“What can I help you with?”

“Uh, absolutely nothing. You’re my guest and you will be treated as such. I am but your humble servant.” He bows to you, then walks over to the first seat at the island and pulls it out for you. “Your throne awaits, my dear.” 

“If you insist, good sir.” You can’t even begin to hide the smile taking over your face. 

“Sir, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.” he says with a sly wink as you both laugh.

Any other time you’ve stayed at a man’s house, it usually involves sex that is less than pleasurable for you, and the mornings consist of them practically shoving you out of the front door. (if they even let you stay that long)

But with Josh, it’s completely different. He didn’t need sex from you last night. He was perfectly content with just being with you, being in your presence. Completely okay with just a kiss, the most beautiful kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. A kiss that happened when you were in the depths of explaining the most vulnerable parts of yourself that he wanted to know about. And not only that, he wants to cook for you this morning.

What is happening?

You’re watching intently as Josh gathers his ingredients for what appears to be quite the meal he has planned.

“So what are you making me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he says with a smirk.

“Oh no. You’re not going to poison me, are you?”

He huffs out a laugh. “ Of course not. Unless you’re allergic to blackberries.” He puts some blackberries in a pot on the stove, stirring in a mixture of lemon juice, vanilla and water. “I’m making a blackberry compote to go on top of our french toast.”

“Oh! That sounds amazing, Josh!”

“Well, don’t give me too much credit. It’s a Jacob specialty. He’s a far better cook than I. But don’t ever tell him I said that. Wouldn’t want it going to his head.”

He lets the compote come to a boil before meticulously mixing in a little cornstarch.

“Jakes a cook?”

“Oh absolutely. He’s been cooking for the better part of our lives now. And I don’t mean he makes some measly pasta dish with premade sauce in a jar from the store, he is up to par with the professionals. I love all things culinary, but I don’t hold a candle to him.”

He continues stirring his concoction until it’s thick enough to his liking. He puts a little on a spoon, blowing on it until you can no longer see steam. He walks over to you and gently holds the spoon up to your mouth. 

“Here, tell me what you think.”

You look in his eyes while you taste it, this moment feeling awfully romantic.

“It’s perfect.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes, I do! Josh, are you sure you don’t need my help? You’re doing too much, I feel bad just watching you slave away.”

He walks back over to the stove to begin preparing the toast.

“Like I said, you’re my guest. I don’t get to do this often, so let me spoil you, okay?”

You nod and smile in agreement while you watch him finish the toast. He decorates your plates to near perfection, taking his time to drizzle the blackberry compote on top of the toast in a certain design. He tops it off with a little powdered sugar before setting your plate in front of you.

“Ladies first.” he says, signaling you to take the first bite. He watches you closely as you do so, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

“Well? How is it?”

“My compliments to the chef. Or should I say, the far less cuisine-talented Kiszka twin.” He covers his face in an attempt to conceal his laughter. “No seriously. This is incredible. Thank you for doing this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I don’t get to have people over here often, in fact I don’t even get to be here as much as I’d like, so this is nice.”

You both finish your breakfast, talking about anything and everything that graces the forefront of your minds. You talk a little about the tour and he offers some life-on-the-road advice to you, you talk some more about music and the future for both of your bands, things of that nature. 

“Just so you know, I’ve been down the rabbit hole that is Lilac Moon.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Been listening to your music, watching your videos…I know I’ve already said this, but you’re pretty fantastic. Your stage presence is outstanding, y/n. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do in an arena. Lilac Moon truly deserves to be on a bigger stage.”

“Well, thank you. It’s going to be a change of scenery, that’s for sure.”

As much as you feel your music is going nowhere, that’s not entirely true. Your band has roughly 60,000 monthly listeners on Spotify, which is pretty damn good for a group that rarely leaves its home state. You’ve also been featured on NPR Music's YouTube channel for a Tiny Desk concert. That’s no small feat. The bands’ Instagram page has nearly 80,000 followers, with your own personal page reaching close to 30,000. You’ve been able to do multiple professional live recordings for various radio stations, even have two music videos out for your original songs. The recording of your first EP, self funded, of course, was a pivotal moment. It garnered a lot of attention from people, and its success allowed for a second one to be recorded and released within just a few months. Things aren’t quite as stagnant as you feel they are, it's Jay that has made you believe that it’s not enough. He’s convinced you that fame is all that matters, and you’ve allowed yourself to believe it. You know that’s not true. Those things don’t matter. The music matters the most, and that’s your true love. You’re finding that you’re starting to fall in love with that aspect of it all again. 

“I uh, also happened to stumble upon a cover you all did at a few shows. A little number called Safari Song, I believe? Can't seem to remember who does that one…hmm..” he giggles at the blush creeping on your face. 

Lilac Moon has performed that song countless times in front of audiences. Obviously a crowd favorite.

“Gee, I can’t remember who does that one either.”  you say to him with a wink.

“I have to admit, I’m incredibly nervous, Josh. I mean, what if they don’t like us? I doubt many of them know us…I just…I don’t handle criticism well…I know that’s something I have to fix if I want to continue any kind of career in this field. I’m just nervous. This is the biggest thing to ever happen to us…I’m terrified they’ll hate us.”

“Ah, I remember those feelings quite well. It can be frightening, I know. But I can promise you this: they’re going to love you. I know our fans. They’re some of the most accepting, loving people. They feel it from us, and they reciprocate it. Just go out there with love, and they’ll love you right back. Love is the key.”

He pats the top of your head in a silly, loving way to reassure you a little extra.

“But you should know this already, I mean you are one of them, after all.” he says with a wink. “Just how big of a fan are you, anyways? Just out of curiosity. I hope you’re not a crazed, stalker type. If you are, well, you’ve done a good job of it because you’re in my house.” he says with a boisterous laugh.

“Well, I went to as many shows as I could back in the day. Got a few guitar picks, a drum stick. You even handed me a rose one time.”

“What? You know…” he stops to ponder in thought a bit. “Yeah…yes! I remember you! Oh my God, how could I have forgotten this. You and Ivy! I remember seeing you at tons of shows, and I remember handing you the rose.” He taps his fingers on his chin while he thinks. “St. Louis. Ballpark Village in 2017. You were wearing the most lovely purple dress with these huge sleeves that were just beautiful…and you had the most wonderful flowers in your hair. That’s why I wanted to give you the rose, because of your flowers. Such a lovely sight.”

You’re left in complete shock. His memory is serving him right, because that’s exactly what you were wearing. 

“I can’t believe you remembered all of that. That’s just…how on earth do you still remember that? It’s been so many years, and you’ve done thousands of shows since then..”

“You just spoke to me, I guess. You were so sweet, so gentle in the mix of people who were screaming at the top of their lungs. You just radiated this energy that I didn’t feel from anyone else in the crowd. You were there for the music, for the peace it brought you, I could tell.”

You’re struck aghast at hearing this from him, because he’s absolutely right. You always felt a sort of peace at their shows. They felt eerily intimate to you, and you can’t believe he picked up on that from the crowds of people that surrounded you.

“Wow, Josh. I’m just astounded. I never knew you noticed me, let alone remembered me.”

“Look at you, y/n! I’d be crazy to not remember the likes of you, sweet girl. Like I said last night, the universe is mysterious. It wanted our paths to cross again, and now look what’s come of it? It’s a wonderful thing.”

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You’ve been so lost in conversation that you don’t even realize three hours have gone by.

You start to help Josh clean up in the kitchen when you hear his phone going off.

“Shit. Hold on, I have to get that.”

He answers it, opting to put it on speaker. You’re taken aback by this. This man really has nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from you. It’s a sweet, seemingly insignificant gesture that makes you smile to yourself.

“Where the fuck are you?” You recognize Jake's voice instantly, and he’s not thrilled.

“Oh fuck, man. I totally forgot. What time was I supposed to be there?”

“You were supposed to be here over an hour ago to get hair and makeup done, Josh. The shoot starts in 30 minutes. You better get your ass over here now.” You hear Sammy’s unmistakable laughter in the background, clearly mocking his older brother's irresponsibility.

“Tell Sam to shut the fuck up. I’m on my way.”

You hear the call disconnect from the other end.

“I’m so sorry, Josh. This is all my fault.” 

“No, don’t be. It’s just a silly magazine. They want us pretty damn bad for this next cover, so they aren’t going anywhere.”

You help him get the last few things tidied up in the kitchen before grabbing your stuff to head out the door with him. He walks you to your car, opening your door for you but stops you before you get in.

“Can we- can we do this again sometime? I know we’ve both got busy schedules with everything coming up. But I really, really enjoyed talking to you. I’m sorry if I got a little carried away last night. I just couldn’t help myself and-” you’re not sure where or how you got this sudden courage, but you grabbed him lightly by his shirt and brought him to your lips in a sweet, longing kiss to cut off his apology. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, bringing you even closer to him.

“Don’t be sorry.” you whisper as you move away slightly from his lips. “I would love to do this again. Soon, I hope?”

“Yes, very soon. Every night if we can.” 

You meet each other in another kiss but it’s cut short as Josh’s phone is going off yet again, presumably Jake.

“I really hate to, but I have to go. Text me, okay?” 

“I will.” you say as you sit in the driver's seat of your car.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Bye, y/n.”

He smiles as he shuts your car door. You watch him walk to his jeep. He looks wonderful in the sun, effortlessly stunning. The butterflies in your stomach are in a fluttering mass. You’re not sure what any of this means or where it could possibly be going, but you’re welcoming all of it with open arms.

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Your mind is racing on your drive home. In fact, you decide to take the long way to your apartment to give yourself some space for deep thought. You love to take long drives to just let yourself think, to let yourself be.

You decide to skip going home right away, opting to drive yourself to Ivy’s to see if she’s home. You have to talk to someone, and who better than your very best friend. 

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief when you pull up to her complex to see her car in her usual parking spot.

It’s not out of the ordinary for the two of you to show up to each other’s places unannounced. You even have a key to her apartment, and she owns one to yours as well.

You lived together briefly upon moving to Nashville, that is until Jay came into the picture. He moved in with you and essentially forced Ivy out. She didn’t take it well, and you can’t blame her one bit. He always said it was for ‘privacy.’ You hated that you let him do that. You hated that he tried to put a wedge between you and Ivy. It left a dent in your friendship for a while, and as much as she says she forgives you and doesn't place the blame on you, you can’t help but feel shameful for letting him run your life the way he did. Despite all of it, it somehow made you and Ivy stronger in the end. Your friendship has stood the tests of time and tribulation.

You make it up the steps to the second floor of the complex and let yourself in the front door of her apartment. It’s still early, so you have no doubt she’s still asleep. 

As you walk inside, your theory is confirmed when you see her sprawled out on the couch in a deep sleep. You giggle a bit as she has always been notorious for falling asleep on the couch almost every night.

You sit down next to her and try to wake her up without scaring the shit out of her. She’s also notorious for getting a bit aggressive when she’s startled awake. 

“Ivy…wake up. It’s me. We have to talk, like now.” you say in a hushed tone.

She starts to wake up a bit, tossing around to grab her phone that's buried in the cushions.

“What the hell are you doing here so early? Why are you even up?”

“I wasn’t at home last night..”

“Wha-what?” She's more awake now, sitting up in a better position to talk.

“What do you mean? Where were you? I literally dropped you off after practice.”

“Well, I was home for a bit. Then I got a text from Josh…”

Her eyes are now fully open and displaying shock as she’s scanning your face, desperate to hear the rest of your tale.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did you hangout with him?”

“Yeah, I mean I don’t think that was his initial intention. He just wanted to apologize for being so sappy at the restaurant yesterday. He said some beautiful things, Ive. That’s why I was about to cry.”

She nods her head as if to signal you to keep going.

“Well, then he asked about Jay and why he’s such a prick. I told him it was a long story. One thing led to another, and he asked me to come over to have some wine and talk. So, I did.”

She has the biggest smile on her face, her eyes squinted almost entirely from her grin.

“And you stayed? All night? Holy shit, y/n. You slept with Josh. You slept with Joshua fucking Kisz-” you interupt her with an obnoxious laugh at her ridiculous assumption.

“Ivy! We did NOT sleep together. I mean, we slept together, but we didn’t fuck. Jesus, get your mind out of the gutter.” You playfully slap her arm. “We did kiss, though…and I told him about my dad. I don’t know what happened, it just..did. It happened so quickly. I felt so safe with him.”

“You kissed him? Y/n, oh my God. Tell me everything. Who initiated?”

“I told him a little about my experience with my mom…and you know me, you know I don’t talk about these things. I told him about how my dad instilled in me this passion for music that I have. I started to cry, and he said he wanted to kiss me…and I told him to do it..”

“That’s…that’s amazing, y/n.”

“And he listened to me, Ivy. He actually listened to me. He was so..intentional. I felt so heard. I think that’s why I fell asleep with him. It just…it felt nice, you know? Maybe I’m overthinking everything…and odds are this doesn’t mean anything. But it just felt really…nice.”

Ivy leans in and wraps you in a hug. She knows all too well of the struggles you’ve faced, and she knows how hard it is for you to talk about it all. The two of you share a bond together that no one else will ever be able to fully comprehend. She’s also been through her fair share of traumas, so the two of you understand one another in a way that is different from other relationships in your lives.

“Okay so..is there anything else I need to know?”

“He cooked me breakfast this morning.”

“What the fuck. This man isn’t real. There’s no way. It’s too good to be true.”

You both laugh at this, and you halfway agree with her.

“If I wasn’t there, I don’t think I’d believe it myself. You know my track record with men is absolute shit. I mean I even apologized for staying all night, and he practically thanked me for staying. Said he gets lonely. And he wouldn’t even let me help him with breakfast. It was so sweet.”

“What did he make you, anyway?”

“The most incredible french toast I’ve ever had. He told me it’s Jake's recipe. Apparently Jake is some high-end chef. Isn’t that amazing?”

Ivy perked right up at that.

“So, since you’re all chummy with Josh, can you set me up with his outrageously sexy, guitar-god of a twin?”

You both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“You are absolutely ridiculous.”

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You’ve spent the entire day with Ivy. Relaxing, watching your favorite tv shows, eating snacks. You’ve been so busy with Lilac Moon lately that it’s been hard to find time to just rest, so you’re grateful for the opportunity that arose today.

You held off from texting Josh at the risk of seeming too eager, but you were starting to feel guilty that your promise fell through. You decide that it’s probably okay to text him, given it’s been several hours since you saw him so you shouldn’t look that desperate.

You: How did the photoshoot go? Jake didn’t kill you for being late, did he?

Josh: Unfortunately, he did just that. I am speaking to you from the grave. ;) 

You’re surprised by the almost instant reply. 

You: Oh! What a shame. I was really starting to like you. :( 

You: I really am sorry I made you so late!

Josh: Not your fault, sweet girl! Jacob gets agitated quite easily but it’s nothing to bat an eye at. All was well, as I knew it would be! What are you doing on this fine evening?

Ivy catches you smiling at your phone.

“You look an awful lot like you’re talking to a gorgeous rockstar over there.” 

“And what if I am? You’re jealous, huh.” you say with a smirk.

“Shut the hell up, y/n.”

You return to responding to Josh when suddenly your phone starts ringing with an incoming call. To your disgust, it’s Jay. Him calling this late can only mean one thing, a last minute gig at a shitty bar.

You turn your screen to show Ivy, to which she responds with a heavy eye roll.

“Hello, Jay.”

“Are you with Ivy?”

“Yes, why?”

“Be at The Basement in 45 minutes. Juliens on his way with the equipment. We’re on at 9.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-” he hangs up before you can argue.

You look at Ivy who’s got annoyance written all over her face.

“Well that’s just fucking great.”

“Please, y/n, don’t tell me we’re playing where I think we’re playing..”

Ivy puts her face in her hands, knowing exactly what your response will be.

“Yep. The Basement. The fucking Basement. I don’t know how many times we have to tell Jay that we hate this fucking place.”

The Basement in south Nashville is quite literally your least favorite place to play. It’s such a small bar that gets crowded quickly, it’s gross and always smells like regurgitated alcohol, and the sound system is absolute shit. Also, this place never fails to attract the nastiest, most disrespectful men that yell the most horrendous things at you and Ivy. 

“How much time do we have to get ready?”

“He wants us there in 45 minutes.”

“That gives us..” she looks at her phone to confirm the time “..20 fucking minutes to get ready. Why does he wait until the last minute to plan these things!”

The Basement also conveniently doesn’t house any dressing rooms for you to get ready in, and you’re sure as hell not getting ready in the bathrooms that don’t appear to have ever been cleaned properly, so you have to hurry and get ready here.

Ivy runs to her closet to grab some outfits for the two of you while you rush to her bathroom to get out all of her makeup. You start quickly putting on your face when you realize you hadn’t responded to Josh yet. You really didn’t want to leave him hanging.

You: Well, looks like we’re booked for a last minute gig at my least favorite bar, thanks to none other than Jay.

Josh: Where would said gig happen to be?

You: The Basement. And he’s only giving us 20 minutes to be ready and get there for a soundcheck. I can tell you know, it’ll sound like shit.

Josh: I’m coming. What time is your set?

You: We’re on at 9. You really don’t need to come. This place is a dump and it’s way too overcrowded. People will probably maul you once they figure out you’re there. It’s not safe.

Josh: That’s what our security is for. :) I’ll be there. Daniel and Jake will also be in attendance. I think they love your music almost as much as I do. :)

The thought of him coming to a risky place just to see your band perform has you feeling so warm inside. You can’t explain it, but you feel safer already at the thought of him being there.

You finish your makeup in record time. Ivy barges in with an outfit for you. A pair of black velvet bell bottoms and a strapless sage green corset top donned with flowers. It’ll do. Ivy’s wearing a mini skirt the same shade of green and a black crop top with sequins.

You get dressed as Ivy rushes to finish her makeup.

“How much time, y/n?”

“We need to be in the car in 3 minutes.”

“Shit. You’re driving, then. I’ll just finish this in the car.”

You both sprint down the stairs of the complex to your car, tripping over your bell bottoms with each step.

“You just had to give me the fucking bell bottoms? I should get to wear that skirt! My legs are shorter than yours!”

“Well my ass looks bad in them, so yes! Get over it!”

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You finally made it. The drive here was brutal, but you made it right on time.

You head in for the soundcheck. You’re groaning at the thought of playing here again. The stage is so small that the four of you on there together are practically on top of one another. There’s hardly enough room for your equipment, but Julien is the best at making it all fit. 

Joe is here and talking to the owners of the bar, probably negotiating a form of payment. These places never pay much. Stingy asses.

You quickly run through a few songs before the doors open for people to start coming in. You sound mediocre at best. This place has the absolute worst sound.

8:31 pm

There’s only about 10 minutes until doors, so you and Ivy decide to grab a drink from the bar to calm your collective nerves. 

“So, Josh is coming tonight, with Danny and Jake. He insisted on it.”

She takes a sip of her angry orchard.

“Isn’t this place a little dangerous for them? Like won’t people freak out over them?”

“I literally thought the same thing, but Josh said they’re bringing security with them so it would be fine. I told him they didn’t need to come, but he sounded like they really wanted to. Said they loved our music.”

You’re suddenly startled by Jay yelling at you from backstage.

“Y/n! Ivy! What the fuck are you doing? Get back here! It’s almost time!”

You both roll your eyes simultaneously at his rude behavior and head back to join him and Julien. You decide to tell Julien about your guests attending tonight's show.

“Guess what, Julie? Josh, Danny and Jake will be here tonight!”

“Uh oh, guess that means we better be on our best behavior!” he says with a playful nudge at your shoulder.

“Why the fuck do they need to be here? Do they think they need to come see us to make sure we’re actually good enough for them?”

You’re not surprised by his nasty attitude towards it, in fact you were expecting it. He’s already a few drinks in, not much of a shock.

“They just wanted to see the show, Jay. They like our music. I don’t know what the big deal is.”

Jay scoffs obnoxiously. “That’s a load of bullshit. They don’t give fuck. They just want to make sure we actually fit their standards. I know how the business works. We’re just the openers, y/n. They couldn’t care less about us and you’re better off to realize that, too.”

“Why do you have to have such a shit attitude about it? Not once have you shown an ounce of gratitude for this opportunity. You’re being an asshole about it. You were so fucking rude at the meeting. It was embarrassing.”

“I was the embarrassing one, y/n? Hm. See, how I remember it is you were flirting up a fucking storm with the miniature lead singer. Everyone noticed. Seems like you’re trying to make it good with him, get yourself a step ahead of all of us. He’s your ticket to fame, isn’t he?”

Now you’re pissed. 

“You’re just mad that I don’t want to be with your sorry ass anymore. You can’t handle when another man gives me attention, can you? Sounds like you’re pretty fucking jealous to me.”

“You’re just using him, y/n. You don’t want him. And there’s no way he’d want a nobody like you. It’s pathetic. You’re just fulfilling some stupid fantasy of yours, huh?”

“Fuck you, Jay.”

You storm off towards the stage. Ivy follows close behind, about to bite a hole in her tongue to keep from making things worse.

“It must suck to be so fucking miserable all the time. It’d be great if you’d get over yourself for once.” Julien says before he follows your lead to head on stage.

For the first time in a long while, you and Ivy aren’t the last ones making it to the stage.

8:59 pm

People are piling in fast. You hit the stage to a loud collection of cheers. You scan the audience quickly, seeing your distinguished guests towards the back of the bar surrounded by a slew of security guards. The anger you were feeling has instantly melted away at the site of Josh and his toothy smile. His energy instantaneously makes you feel lighter.

9:01 pm

You tap the mic a few times to ensure it’s working. You take a deep breath. 

“Good evening! How are we all doing tonight?”

The crowd is exceptionally loud tonight, and you’re starting to feel better about the whole situation.

You look around to your bandmates to signal you’re ready, when you notice the absence of your high strung guitarist.

You look back to Julien with silent question, to which he responds with wide eyes and a shrug of his shoulders. 

You decide to buy a little time by doing your usual warming-up-the-crowd antics. 

“We’re Lilac Moon, in case you’re new here.” You start nervously adjusting the mic stand, an anxious fidget of yours. “If you like what you hear, don’t be afraid to tip us. If you don’t like what you hear, still tip us and we’ll be sure to use it for lessons.” Julien punctuates your cheesy joke with a *ba dum tss* of his kit.

That one gets them everytime, so you’re not surprised to hear a lot of laughter from the crowd.

9:07 pm

You look to your left, still no Jay. 

Shit. 

“Lots of lovely faces out here tonight. It’s a shame you’re stuck looking at ours.” Another *ba dum tss* from Julien and plenty of laughs from the crowd.

9:10 pm

Still no Jay. You’re starting to panic. Julien senses it and decides to head backstage in search of him. 

You and Ivy do your best to buy more time, but people are getting antsy. You periodically look to Josh to see his face filled with worry.

9:14 pm

Finally, just as you were about to head backstage yourself, here comes Julien with a clearly disordered Jay. 

Great. He’s fucking wasted.

You’re nervous for what could happen, but the show must go on.

“You all ready?” you say as Ivy taps a few notes on her bass and Jay strums a chord on his guitar.

The crowd cheers, and you begin.

The first several songs go as well as you could’ve hoped. The crowd is really into it tonight. You’re trying not to keep your eyes set on Josh the whole time, but it’s proving to be quite difficult. He looks so enthralled, and you notice that he’s even singing along to some of your songs. It’s surreal, to say the least. He even blows you a few kisses, causing you to become flustered. 

9:53 pm

The next song is your newest piece, Alone Again, the one that requires you to play some rhythm guitar with Jay. You go to grab your instrument, feeling slightly less anxious than the other night for its debut and your first time playing on stage. 

You make your speech about playing guitar, finding the opportunity to say once again “if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay” only this time, he doesn’t appear to be too pleased with your quip. He stares at you with an empty, angry glare as he steps closer to his mic.

What is he about to do..

“No, no. If it sounds like shit, blame her. She’s the one who wrote this song. Oh, should I mention she wrote it about me? You know, we were in the ‘throes of love.’” he uses air quotes, making his sarcasm apparent, “but all love stories must end, isn’t that right, y/n? I bet your new fling didn’t know this little number was about me, did he?” He looks towards Josh. “Did you know that? That she wrote this about me?” He’s slurring and stumbling all over his words, clearly very drunk as the alcohol has had more time to settle. Luckily, no one in the audience seems to register that he’s trying to point out someone in the crowd. But their security is wrapped tightly around them, just in case.

You’re speechless. You’re embarrassed. You're not even sure how to go about beginning the song now, but thankfully, Julien taps his snare a few times, and the song finally begins.

The last time you performed this song, you were full of emotions that forced you to become somewhat vulnerable on stage. This time, the only emotion you feel is anger. Pure, unfiltered anger. You’re nearly screaming the lyrics. Your strumming is intense. You’re just ready to get it over with.

Despite it all, the audience loves it. Their cheers make it apparent that they’ve mostly forgotten about the awkward intro to the track.

Thankfully, Jay keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the set, and everything ends rather smoothly. 

10:26 pm

“Thank you all so much! We hope to see you again soon!” you say as you blow a kiss and wave to the audience, getting tons of kisses and waves right back as they cheer.

Once you’re all backstage, Joe takes Jay aside and corners him.

“What the hell was that about, huh? You trying to make yourself look like a damn fool? ‘Cause you’re doing a great job at it, bud!”

Your adrenaline from being on stage has quickly left and anger is seeping in your blood once again. 

You walk over to Joe and push him aside.

“What the fuck, Jay? You’re going to make us look like a fucking joke. You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

He starts screaming at you. You’re not even able to make out what he’s saying. A lot of ‘bitch’ and ‘fuck you’s’ being thrown around is all you can manage to understand.

“What the FUCK is your problem?” Danny yells loud enough that it startles him and cuts him off. “I’ll be God damned if I let you speak to her like that any longer.” Just as he says that, Jay lifts his fist, ready to land on Danny.

“Oh I don’t fucking think so.” Before he can swing, Danny grabs him and locks his arms behind his back.

Jay is trying to release himself from his grasp, but the drummer is far too strong for him and his drunken, belligerent state. 

Josh and Jake are close behind, running up to you to be sure you’re okay. 

“Y/n, you and Ivy come with us. You don’t need to be in his company any longer.” Josh says as he grabs your hand to pull you away, glaring at Jay.

“You know you’re nothing to her! She only wants you ‘cause you’re famous! She doesn’t give a fuck about you or anyone else!” he screams as Danny, Joe and Julien take him outside to the back of the venue to cool him off.

“Get fucked, you piece of shit!” Josh yells back in a deep, angry tone, one you didn’t think was possible from him.

That…was fucking hot.

You’re mortified. He demeaned you in front of the audience, but worst of all, he tried to start a physical fight with a member of the band that’s helping you further your career. Embarrassment doesn’t even cover it.

“I am…I’m so sorry about all of this. We were fighting before the show and I guess he took it upon himself to get absolutely trashed.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, y/n. You guys shouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit.” Jake says.

“Josh, please don’t believe anything he says. He’s completely out of it, I don’t even think he realizes he lost his shit on stage. He’s an asshole, but he takes his music very seriously. That’s not like him to do that, I swear.”

“I have no reason to believe a word out of his mouth, y/n. And you need to stop justifying his behavior. There’s no reason for him to act that way. But I do want to know something…” you look to him to let him know he can continue his thought, “Did you really write that song? About him? It’s a wonderful, beautiful song. But, the lyrics. How could you still feel that way about him?”

“Yes, I did. I wrote it the day I broke things off.” You’ve thought the same things. How could you possibly waste your energy on a song about him? “I guess I didn’t write it about him so much as I wrote it about who I thought he was. I, I don’t know. I thought he was different, Josh. I was naive. I don’t feel those things..and to be honest, I’m not sure I ever did. I think I liked the idea of being with him more than anything. There wasn’t any real love there. It felt so empty.”

Jake and Ivy take it upon themselves to leave, to give you two some space.

“You are worlds better than him. Universes, even. He doesn’t deserve to share space with you.”

“I wish he wasn’t in this band. I wish things were different. I wish we could just kick him out and find someone else, it’s just not that easy. None of us can stand being around him anymore. He’s gone completely off the deep end since the break up. He makes it really hard for me, for all of us, to love this band like we used to.” 

You’re in a tough spot. You feel the need to make excuses for Jay because he’s still a vital part of this band. And you feel it’s your responsibility to keep the peace amongst everyone, because you feel a sort of guilt for everything that happened. You’re convinced that you’re the reason he acts this way. 

Josh doesn’t speak for a few minutes, looking like something on his mind is plaguing him.

“Josh? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to say anything until I had more information. But…we found out today that the label is kind of being difficult about you coming on tour with us since you’re not signed with them. We all thought it’d be okay, given you’re not signed with anyone, but apparently that’s somewhere in the fine lines of the contracts. Our manager didn’t even think it’d be a big deal.”

You stare blankly at him, watching as his expression turns more and more distraught.

“They were here tonight, y/n. They were prepared to sign you, but after Jay’s outburst on stage….I don’t know, they weren’t happy. They left before you finished.”

Fuck.

“I…I mean what do we do? Can we have a meeting with them? We can’t let this happen, I won’t let it happen. I won’t let that mother fucker ruin this for us. He’s such a fucki-” he stops you before you can really work yourself up and brushes his hand gently on your cheek to calm you down.

“Listen, I will make this happen, okay? We can pull some strings. You deserve this and I’ll prove that to them. But, that could mean finding a new guitarist. I don’t know for sure, so don’t stress too much about that yet. I just want you to know that might be a possibility, okay?”

This news should send you into a spiral, but his voice is so calming…his demeanor is peaceful…you can’t help but trust everything he says. Looking into his eyes, you have no doubt everything will be alright.

“Okay, Josh..” you say with a heavy sigh.

He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your nose.

To be continued…

Chapter 4

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a/n: here’s a little playlist of songs that, to me, represent the kind of music Lilac Moon would do, if they were real. ☺️ 

i’d like to think of their music as a mix of all of these sounds put together, if that makes sense. lol

#josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka smut #josh kisza x reader #jake kiszka #sammy kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #josh fic #lilac moon

[yoonzinuhh]

IF you leave me — soonyoung

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : y/n x soonyoung

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing lol

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i tried my best to relate certain scenes from the lyrics of IF you leave me. hopefully it turned out decent. reblogs would be really appreciated hehe <3.

the time,my world,they may move on again

you feel your world stuck. the moment you meet his eyes again,after 4months,when you finally thought you were over this,you world was stuck again. at 8pm in your local convenience store.

the last time it was stuck was that night when you both screamed your lungs out,hugging each other tight,tears flowing on each other when you both decided to part ways. you wanted this to end on good terms but words were thrown at each other like sharp edged knives without knowing it could leave deeper scars on both of you.

you both knew the love was falling apart. efforts were lessened,you barely saw each other inspite of living together,priorities were changed. you love was definitely falling apart because if it was still the same atleast one of you would’ve tried to change yourself for the other,right ?

the first time you met soonyoung was at a career guidance program during your first year of college. the bright guy,who couldn’t keep his eyes off you or his feet on ground for a moment. the guy who you knew you will fall for.

“soonyoung! and you ?”

“y/n..y/f/n” you gave your hand returning a smile

from strangers to friends to lovers to strangers again. trope sounded good but your heart was ripping apart.

i’ll stay by your side throughout the endless times

he said while staring at you with full of love. during the night you both moved in together,standing in the balcony watching the streets with lights. you swear your world stuck. stuck in his eyes.

he slowly leaned down. his soft lips moving onto yours while his hands were holding yours. you both were so in love,life was good,when you were his. when he was yours.

in the distant future…no,i just don’t want to think about it

the first time you both had a serious fight. well it was childish,you thought. you both started your internship. you tried your best to give your time to work as well as him,so did he. but god it was hard when you see your efforts being little too much than the other’s. but it ended up with cuddles,apologies,forehead kisses and a date plan. ofcourse you can’t leave him. you can’t even think about leaving him. things were back to normal. you both started making time for each other. fridays movie nights were always there. but how long could it last,when you know it was forced?

my heart,which was broken

you could physically feel your heart break. “you’re..you’re just making this harder for me y/n..just leave me alone”

10-8 work was just so hard for both of you. you planned a surprise date for your fiancé,soonyoung. you knew he was stressed and you just wanted him to feel better but in return he broke your heart,into pieces.

“fine..” that’s all you could gather up to say. you wanted to tell him to fuck off but how could you ?

[back to present]

you both just stare. stare until he comes forward. your heart beats fast,fast and faster. just the way it did when he said his first i love you.

he looked the same as you. puffy tired eyes that was probably from crying every night. he looks skinnier too. same as you,again.

“y/n..how are you doing” pathetic.terrible.sick.

if you were to describe how you really felt. there’s it.

you just nod,looking at the ground feeling tears prick out. you can’t just cry infront of him. you can’t let him know he still affects you. that would affect your ego. but he holds so much power over you,your first and only love after all.

“i-i have to leave..it’s late” you rush past him.

“y/n..Y/N ! p-please..wait..” he caught your cold trembling hand making you pause for him. again.

“i’m sorry..”

thats all you said before forcefully detach your hands from him.

you wanted him but this won’t be the same. you were mad. you were mad that he wasted 6 years of your love life,mad that he didn’t think of your heart,mad that he made you feel this way,mad that he did’t even fight for this,for you,mad that he isn’t the same. so weren’t you.

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt angst #hoshi #hoshi svt #hoshi angst #hoshi x y/n #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x you #soonyoung imagines #svt soonyoung #soonyoung angst #kwon soonyoung

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By Your Side: Chapter Two (16+)

Image Credit: IMDB - The Void

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Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader & platonic!Perry x Reader 

Chapter Summary:

Y/N finds herself continuing to reminisce about the past.

All the while, Y/N continues to deal with the horrors of the past clashing with her future. Perry reaches out to Y/N for help and encourages her to talk with Rhett.

Summary: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur? 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol abuse + language + mentions of bullying 

A/N: This chapter is more focused on setting up some of Y/N's story, and continuing to establish the relationship she has with the Abbotts. Next chapter we will dive back into more about Rhett & Y/N. For now, I hope you enjoyed seeing Amy, Perry & Y/N together again... I think they are a pretty great trio. Just be aware that we will quickly be moving into the 18+ category very soon. So please read with caution. And as always, I apologize for any errors.

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Your body grew limp in Rhett’s arms as the last of the tears fell, his shirt was damp with them as you tried to extricate yourself from his hold. Loosening his grip on you, Rhett took a step back, watching you as you wiped at your eyes and nose. The awkwardness returned in full force as you recovered from your moment of grief. 

“I’m sorry for that Rhett. Umm, I hate to ask it, but is there any chance one of y’all would be able to give me a ride back home?” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke, it was too much to handle along with asking for a favor. 

“Of course. Let me go grab my keys, and let Ma know what’s going on.” He turned away from you to head back to the house. He’d made it about halfway to the door when he realized you weren’t behind him, “You should probably come on in for a minute while I let Ma know, don’t want ya catching a cold out here. She’d have my skin.” 

“Sure.” Timidly you followed after Rhett leaving some distance between you two as you moved back into the house, and shut the door behind you. Not wanting to intrude further you stood by the door, waiting quietly as you listened to Rhett and his mom speak from the upstairs landing. Your gaze had fallen to the tattered leather of your boots, and the scratched flooring beneath them. With your focus on the ground, you missed Rhett returning with keys in hand.

“Ready?”

“Hmm? Oh… yeah, I’m ready.” 

Rhett slid around you and opened the front door before waiting for you to exit yourself.  Once outside your first stop was the passenger side of your truck to pick up the leftovers you’d been given. The fridge back at home was bare except for a random assortment of condiments. Not wanting to drag this out any longer than necessary, you made your way to Rhett’s vehicle with the food in hand. Using the door for a bit of leverage you settled yourself into the seat, shutting it behind you. Rhett repeated similar actions to your own, turning the truck on and backing up before pulling out of the driveway.  The ride was silent, the only sound was that of the tires whirring over the road as he drove a bit too fast in the direction of your family farm. Looking over at him you could see the muscles in his jaw clenching as he stared out at the black space ahead of him. Whether he knew it or not, that was Rhett’s tell. You always knew when something was bothering him when he worked his jaw over and over as if the more he did it the faster the answer to his problem would come. 

There was no need to ask what had him like this, it was you. There were so many things you wanted to say, so much to explain, a countless list of apologies to give, sins to atone for, but every one of them caught like barbed wire in your throat. So, there you sat, the quiet hanging heavy around the two of you as the minutes ticked by. Mercifully, the click of the turn signal marked the last few seconds of the ride. The truck slowed to a stop in front of the dark figure of your family home. Satisfied that you had everything you came with, you quickly exited your seat. Rhett watched you intently as you pulled your keys from your purse, and adjusted the container in your hands so that it’d be easier to hold when you opened the front door. Your hand came up to the metal of the door and gave it a small shove.

“Wait.” Rhett’s voice stopped your hand mid-motion, your fingers curling around the edge to keep it from closing. For the first time since he came into the room tonight for dinner your eyes locked with his. 

“Uhh, Ma told me to give this to you just in case you need it.” A small piece of paper with torn edges was gripped in his fingers as he extended his hand to you. Tentatively you took it and opened it up. On it, there was a series of phone numbers. At the top was the house phone for the Abbott ranch, then there was Royal’s cell, Perry’s, and Ceci’s, and tacked on the bottom was Rhett’s number. 

“Appreciate it… thanks for the lift.” stepping back you shut the door the rest of the way, and practically sprinted to the house. It didn’t take more than thirty seconds for you to get inside, but Rhett waited. He waited until he saw the kitchen light turned on and your figure made its way past the window to the fridge. For just a minute the desperate urge to get out of the truck and go inside overwhelmed him. Maybe talking with you’d make it all make sense. He could ask the questions he’d been dying to ask for so long. But no sooner than the thought had come, it moved on. Before Rhett’s judgment slipped for real he pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.

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You could feel the last of your energy leaving your body as you stood in front of the closed refrigerator. Letting your body succumb to exhaustion for just a moment, you rested your forehead on the cool plastic of the fridge. The sensation grounding you in reality. You could have stayed there indefinitely, but the ache of your tired body forced you to move. Carefully, you made your way throughout the house, double-checking that every door and window was securely latched and locked. Each door handle was jiggled, and every lock was brushed with your fingertips. Your final stop was your childhood bedroom. You knew you should wash your face, and brush your teeth, but you simply didn’t have the strength. Instead, you slipped into your room, shoving your desk chair under the door handle to lock it in place once you were inside. Kicking off your boots you pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. It didn’t take long before your mind tumbled into unconsciousness. 

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The feeling of chilled sweat trapped against your skin woke you up. Shivers shook your body as you threw back the covers and the cool air hit your damp skin. Standing you slid your arms out of the sleeves of Rhett’s hoodie before pulling it up over your head. Your jeans and underwear were discarded on the floor while you rummaged through your bag in search of a fresh pair of clothes, but all you found were the dirty clothes you’d thrown back into the back during the past few days. 

“Damnit” you mumbled to yourself as you found the least offensive of the garments from your bag to put on while you did a load of laundry. Settling on an old band t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants, you gathered the rest of the clothes back into the bag. With one hand you held the bag and with the other, you forced the chair wedged under your door handle out of the way. The emptiness of the house was immense, making you feel small in the wake of it. The wooden floors beneath your feet sounded a rhythmic pattern as you walked through the house to the laundry room. Moving on autopilot you threw the clothes into the top loading machine, adding probably a bit too much detergent. Letting the lid slam hard, you cranked the dial to cold and forced the button in to start. The rush of water could be heard as you left the space and headed for the kitchen. 

Not wanting to bother with heating up the leftovers, you took the heavy bowl from the fridge and found yourself a spoon. Quietly you sat at the table eating bite after bite of the pot pie and listening to the washing machine hum until your stomach was satisfied. Pushing your chair back from the table the legs scraped against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. Doing dishes seemed like an impossible task for you mentally, so you decided that it could wait, and instead, you filled the bowl with a little soap and water to let it soak until you were ready. 

Standing at the sink you found yourself caught in a memory that felt like it was from another lifetime. 

The dishwater was warm against your hands as you reached for the last plate in the sink. Scrubbing hard against the stuck-on food with a sponge you let yourself sway to the music that was playing from the radio on the counter. With the plate now shining, you sat down the sponge and reached for the cloth to dry. Methodically you sat the plate in the drying rack before unplugging the drain stopper and watching the water disappear in a small whirlpool. You’d finished just in time, as the sound of Rhett’s truck could be heard pulling up the driveway. Putting it in park, he honked twice, his signal to you that he was here. 

Moving from the sink you stopped by the fridge to grab a bottle of beer before you grabbed the white envelope that had been sitting on the kitchen table unopened for the past two days. Shoving it in the side pocket of your bag,  you pulled on your boots, and went to tell your dad where you were going. He was exactly where you expected to find him, in his recliner with a bottle of beer in his hand and a far-off look in his eyes. With great care to not startle him, you came up beside his chair, and put your hand on his shoulder, setting the bottle down on the table next to him as you spoke. 

“Hey, daddy, Rhett’s here. I’m headed out for the night, but do you need anything before I go?” 

There was no actual response, just a grunt of acknowledgment. It had been four months since your mother had passed, and this had become your nightly routine. You’d cook dinner, which your father would rarely eat with you, foregoing the meal for alcohol. Then you cleaned up the mess as best as you could before Rhett came to pick you up. You felt terrible leaving your father each night, but you couldn’t watch him drown his grief in Budweiser and whiskey. 

“Alright, well, I am gonna head out, but I’ll see you tomorrow okay? I love you, daddy.” You placed a kiss on the top of his balding head. 

Snatching your bag from its spot by the front door, you quickly made your way to Rhett, who reached across the bench seat to open your door for you. Once inside the cab, you threw your bag onto the mat below your feet as he pulled away from your home. Clicking your seatbelt into place you tucked your feet up on the seat as your arms encircled your knees holding them to your chest. You sat quietly with your chin resting on your knees for the entire ride back to the Abbott ranch. Not sure how to help at the moment, Rhett turned on the radio and dialed your favorite station in the hopes that it would bring you some peace. But nothing changed, your eyes were glassy with tears that threatened to fall, but didn’t. Every few minutes he would look over at you searching for something else to try, but he resigned himself to the fact that nothing was going to ease the pain you were feeling right now. You’d just watched your mother waste away from cancer and now your father was drinking himself into oblivion, leaving you to navigate the last year of high school without your parents. The only ones helping you hold it together were Rhett and his family. 

Pulling into his spot, Rhett cut the engine and waited. He waited for you to move and when you didn’t he methodically worked to get you out of the truck and into the house. Getting out, he walked around to your side and opened the door. Reaching around your body he unbuckled your seat belt, easing it back into its spot. Next, he gently turned you to face him. One of his hands found your shoulder while the other grabbed your hand as he helped you step down. With your feet on the ground, he leaned back into the cab and plucked your bag from the mat. Standing back up to this full height, he flung the bag over his shoulder while threading his fingers with yours. Unhurriedly, he moved you towards the house, letting you set the pace. 

Once inside, Rhett guided you to the couch, setting your bag on the ground next to you before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Y/N, I’m gonna get you some water. I’ll be right back.” He tried to turn away from you, but you held on firmly to his hand.

“Hey, I promise I’ll be right back. Okay?” You nodded your head almost imperceptibly, but it was enough of a confirmation for Rhett to move. 

The living room opened to the kitchen so you could hear him rummaging around in the fridge for a bottle of water when Cecilia Abbott entered the room. She gave you a quick look over before heading into talk with her son.

“How’s she doing Rhett?” Her voice was dripping with concern. 

“She’s shutting down again Ma. Hasn’t said a word since I picked her up.” 

Ceci hummed her acknowledgment. 

“And I don’t even know what the hell to do. He’s drinking himself into the ground and letting Y/N suffer for it. I just don’t get it, can’t he see he’s hurtin’ her?” 

“He can’t see past his own grief right now honey.”

“But that’s bullshit Ma! He’s her father, he should be takin’ care of her, not the other way around.”  Rhett’s voice was growing louder with anger as she vented to his mother.

“I know honey, but it’s not as simple as that. Mr. Y/L/N is a good man, he’s just… lost his way right now. All we can do is keep doing what we have been doing, okay? You keep lovin’ her and being there for her however she needs, and we’ll do our best to pick up the pieces together, alright?” 

“Alright.” 

“Come here.”  You couldn’t see it, but Ceci pulled Rhett in for a hug. It crushed her to see you so hurt, and watching Rhett struggle alongside you was devastating to her. Letting her son go, he moved back to the living room, finding a seat on the couch next to you. Opening the bottle of water he handed it to you and encouraged you to drink. You took a few small sips before giving it back to him. Twisting the cap back on he placed it on the table next to the arm of the couch. Standing, he removed his boots before helping you do the same. With the shoes placed next to the couch, he plopped back down into the space he had been in before.

Pushing himself up against the armrest, Rhett made sure he was situated before pulling you on top of him, your front to his chest, your legs tangled with each other. And there you two stayed for the rest of the night. His strong arms encircled your frame holding you tight to him.  His hands slid up and down your back rubbing comforting patterns against your… his hoodie. Rhett’s mind spun on what his mother had said as he lay with you. 

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The ringing of the phone invaded the edges of your mind, eventually yanking you back into the present moment. Without hurry, you made your way to the phone and lifted it from the receiver. 

““Hello, Y/L/N residence. Y/N speaking.”

“Y/N, it’s me, Amy.” Her voice was tinged with sadness as she spoke, flooding your heart with concern.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s up? You doin’ okay?” 

“Yeah…”

“You sure?” You could tell she was having a rough day, but she didn’t really want to talk about it right then.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” 

“Alright. Is there somethin’ you wanted to ask me?” You hoped that changing the subject might help. 

“Well, I… I had an idea, and when I asked dad about it he said that it would be okay, but that I had to ask you myself.” 

“Okay, baby bug, what’s your idea?” 

“Well, I was wondering if you’d wanna come have a movie night with me.”

“Oh… sweetie that sounds so nice, but I can’t keep barging in on your family. Besides, wouldn’t you have more fun if you invited one of your friends over?” 

“But Y/N, I wanna watch a movie with you.” You could hear the disappointment in her voice as she spoke, the sound of it tore at your heart. 

“I know bug, I’m just not sure it’s a good idea right now.” In the background, you could hear a male voice speaking, but it was hard to tell what was being said. 

“Dad was wonderin’ if he could talk to you for a minute.”

“Sure, put him on whenever he’s ready.” Your gut dropped at the fact that Perry wanted to speak with you. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Per. What’s up?” 

“I really hate to bother you, I know things aren’t the most comfortable around here for ya’, but Amy could really use having you around right now.”

“What’s going on? What happened?” 

“It’s those girls again. They… they kept making comments about her mom. They were back at it again in Sunday school this morning. I tried to help, but she just keeps pushing me away.” 

“Jesus Christ, Per. What the hell are they sayin’?”

“Some real’ cruel shit Y/N. it’s happening at school too, and they’re doin’’ nothin’ to help.”

“Fuck. Really? What the hell is wrong with ‘em? Yeah, I’m in, I’m happy to help. Can you hand the phone back to Amy for a second? ”

“Thank you Y/N. And sure, I’ll get her.” You could hear him calling for Amy to come back into the room.

“I’m back.”

“Good. Well, I talked with your daddy, and you need to give him a big hug and a thank you. He did a right fine job of convincing me.”

“You’re gonna come over?!”

“Yea, baby bug. And we’re gonna make popcorn, and eat ice cream. We can even do a little pamperin’ if you want. I’m sure your grandma’s got a stash of nail polish hidden in that house somewhere.”

“For real?!”

“Yes, for real. Now ask your daddy what time I need to be ready.” You could hear the phone smack down on the counter as Amy took off to ask her dad the question. Their muffled voices were barely audible over the distance. The scrape of plastic on the laminate could be heard as she picked up the phone again. 

“He said we’ll come get you in about an hour if that’s okay?” 

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see ya in a little bit, okay sweetie.” 

“Okay, bye, Y/N”

“Bye Amy” 

Placing the phone back in its spot you went to deal with the load of laundry that was likely finished spinning by now. You took your favorite pair of jeans and a comfortable shirt from the washer and put them into the dryer along with a pair of underwear and a bra. As the dryer began to tumble you hung the rest of your clothes on hangers around the room to let them air dry. This would ensure the clothes you needed would actually be ready to go in time. 

Deciding a quick shower was a good idea you made your way to the bathroom, picking up a towel and washcloth from the cabinet in the hall just before you reached the room. Locking the door behind you, you set your towels on the counter in front of you before turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. The water steamed with heat as it reached the near scalding temp you desired. Letting your dirty clothes fall in a heap next to the toilet, you tested the water with one hand before stepping under the stream. The water felt amazing on your tight muscles, and slowly but surely your body relaxed. There wasn’t much in the way of shower products left for you to use, but a partial bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo sat on the ledge inside the shower, and it would have to do its job as a true multi-tasker, taking on the role of shampoo, conditioner and body wash. 

Before long you could feel the water running cool causing an abrupt end to your shower because you knew in just a few seconds time the water would go from tepid to frigid. Turning the water off, you reached out for the towel, using it to dry your body before stepping out of the shower onto the threadbare run on the floor. With your body dry, you wrapped your hair in the towel. Internally you wished you had brought another towel with you into the bathroom that you could have used for your body, but hindsight is 20/20. 

The ding of the dryer could be heard as you left the bathroom. The clothes were nice and warm as you put them on your body. The warm fabric of the long sleeve shirt and jeans felt glorious as they slid over your scar-littered skin. Checking your phone, it appeared as though you had just enough time to fix your hair before one of the Abbotts would be here to get you. Running a brush through the wet strands, your hands fell into their old habit of braiding before a competition. Piece by piece you created two french braids, tying each off with clear elastics you’d dug from the depths of your desk. Knocking on the door reverberated through the air as you rapidly grabbed your phone and hustled your way to the door. You halted in your steps just before reaching the door, a feeling of fear flashed through you. Turning on your heels you beelined for the kitchen to take a peak out the window. Next to your truck sat Perry’s, a deep breath released from your lungs at the sight of his vehicle. Everything was okay. 

Boots on and keys in hand, you opened the door to find Amy and Perry waiting for you. To be more exact, Perry was leaning up against one of the pillars running along the front of the house, while Amy kicked at the loose gravel in the driveway. Her hair was still pulled back in the braids you placed there the night before. She was dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a blue hoodie with white stars. 

Amy noticed you first and bolted towards you with all the energy she could muster. Her thin frame slammed into you as she bear-hugged you as hard as she could. 

“Y/N!” 

“Hey, baby bug!” Air rushed from your lungs on impact. Letting yourself really enjoy the hug, you swung her from side to side as she continued to cling to you. 

“You girls ready.” Perry waited until the two of you had separated to speak. The dark purple under his eyes was a sure sign that sleep had yet again eluded him. 

“Yeah, Let’s get goin’. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“No worries.”

The three of you walked back to the truck together, Perry in the lead followed by Amy and then you. Reaching the vehicle you helped Amy hop up into her seat before getting yourself into the truck. You and Amy chatted all the way back to the ranch about anything and everything that popped into the little girl’s mind. 

Pulling into the driveway, you could see Rhett working on the truck. His face scrunched in concentration as he bent low over the engine. Amy was practically crawling over the top of you to get out of the truck. Her feet had barely hit the ground when she took off running towards her uncle!

“Uncle Rhett! Look who’s here for movie night!.” Amy gestured wildly in your direction as you stood leaning against the hood of Perry’s truck. You gave a little wave to the pair as Amy continued on.

“You’ve gotta watch the movie with us!” She tugged at Rhett’s arm, trying to pry him away from his task.

“Amy I-” 

“Come on Uncle Rhett, you promised.” She pouted slightly giving Rhett the best use of puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. Rhett inhaled deeply as he wiped his hand with the cloth he’d set on the edge of the bumper. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips at his niece’s persuasiveness. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” Placing his hand on the center of Amy’s back he guided her in the direction of the house. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see Perry come stand next to you, both of you stood just watching Rhett and Amy. 

“How are you doing?… an’ don’t bullshit me.” You huffed out a breathy laugh, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t even know Per.” Tears prickled at your eyes as you continued on, “I mean… I’m not even sure I have the right to be upset…I was the one who left him behind.” You weren’t sure who you were talking about really, your dad or Rhett because that feeling held true for both. 

“You need to talk to him Y/N. He deserves that much.” 

“I don’t even know what I would say.”

“I don’t either, but you’ve gotta do it. You broke him Y/N.” 

“I can’t do it-” your voice was wet as your throat filled with emotion. 

“Yeah, you can-”

“Perry, you don’t understand.” Your breath shook as you inhaled. “If I tell him… he’s gonna hate me even more than he already does. And I can’t handle that.” 

Perry reached for you, holding you by the shoulders and turning you to face him. His eyes flicked over your face, his stomach clenching as he saw the real fear and pain in your eyes. He didn’t know what you’d been through during your time away, but it was clear your demons were clawing just below the surface, waiting to tear out. 

“Y/N, listen to me. I know I’m not your blood, but I know you and Rhett better than just about anyone. And hear me when I say this, there is no amount of shit that you’ve done…that you’ve lived through, that could possibly scare him or any of us away.  And I can guarantee you this, we’ll be here when you’re ready to talk. Yeah?”

The tension in your chest prevented you from speaking, but a small nod of your head was enough to satisfy Perry. His strong arms pulled you tight against his chest for a minute. Pulling back he kept his hands on your shoulders rubbing at your upper arms as he spoke, “Promise me you’ll talk to him Y/N. He needs to know.”

You shook your head yes quickly as you cleared your throat. 

“Good. Now we better get our asses inside or Amy’ll be back out here dragging us in by our sleeves.”

“Speak of the Devil.” You gestured towards the front porch where Amy now stood yelling at you both.

“Come on guys! Grandma’s got the TV all ready to go!”

#rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #outer range #perry abbott #lewis pullman

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - 2:30 💜🕑

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

wc: 2321

Recommended song: Christmas tree by V / free love by Honne / my you by Jungkook

A\N: I would like to thank all of you for following me this journey.. it really means a lot. I didn't think I could finish this series because I have serious continuity issues, but your cheery messages and reactions given me strength, so thanks again. I hope we walk together on the journeys to come, thank you for existing in my world ❤️ as always feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime

The day has finally arrived.

The day you would marry the love of your life. The day you dreamed of so many times when you were younger, but then convinced yourself it might never come. The day you and Jungkook would form an eternal union. After Jungkook's proposal, between organizing the wedding, the guest list, the venue, the food and all the preparations, the days went by so fast… It was very stressful but so much fun, you couldn't deny it. And watching how involved and excited Jungkook was the best of all. The sleepless nights you spent thinking about the best way to make a wedding you both loved, the days you slept on the couch with piles and piles of papers on top of you. The days when the members went to your house to help, but in the end, it ended in laughter and food. Haru who didn't let you freak out or go crazy in the organization… wow. It's been a long way.

But it finally arrived.

You and Jungkook barely spoke until that moment: he involved in the final details and waiting for you, while you and Haru were already ready in the car. It was agreed that you would enter the altar alone, even with Jungkook's father offering to take you. It was his choice. And you were at peace with it. Your parents wouldn't be at the ceremony, you didn't invite them, but at least your friends would be. Your family at heart.

You listened as all the entrances took place, until it was time for the godparents to enter. Haru hugged you tight and got out of the car while Seokjin waited for her, so they could get in together.

You heard the intro to Christmas Tree and knew it was your turn.

Upon entering, your eyes filled with tears, looking at the beauty of it all. Hundreds of hanging flowers, crystals and lamps all arranged to perfection. It wasn't a ceremony for many people, but the place was huge. You saw the familiar faces and the anxiety you were feeling dissipated, but it wasn't until you saw the most beautiful man in the world waiting for you at the altar that it all disappeared.

Suddenly it was just you and Jungkook. What before were: One too sure, the other not that much, now there were two for sure. Sure in each other. Two focused on the present, and none of you stuck in the past. Both in love with each other.

Ready for a happy ending. Ready for a happy life. For a lifetime together.

Now, the Father of the Groom would like to say a few words:

“Friends and family of Jungkook and YN, thank you for being here today to celebrate their marriage. Thank you for joining us today on such a wonderful occasion.

Different road paths lead us here, but there's one thing uniting all present: a desire to affirm and support the relationship of these lovebirds. Marriage is an act of will. It is built on trust and commitment to take care of one another. It requires loyalty and compromise. One takes responsibility for the other person and ensures their needs are met. Today, guided by God's love and wisdom, I ask you to confirm your willingness to enter the covenant of marriage and to share all the joys and sorrows of your lives and your relationship, whatever the future may hold.

You came from different backgrounds, you were raised in different ways, but your love transcended these differences. Jeon Jungkook, do you take this woman to be your wife? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live? "

Jungkook smiles widely at you, his eyes shinning just like when he was younger. "I do."

YN, do you take this man to be your husband? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do.", you respond, and Jungkook gives you a wink.

"Now that you have affirmed your love for each other before your families and friends, may God bless you and keep you. Always be there for each other and believe in each other. Jungkook and YN, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Groom, you may kiss the bride. It is my pleasure to present to you Jungkook and YN as husband and wife."

"My Jungkookie, when you were a kid, I wanted to teach you everything: how to put a nail in the wall, how to plant a tree, how to provide for your family. But look at you- an independent, successful, and thoughtful man. It's all a father can dream of. Life works funnily; it ended up that you taught me more: how to be a better man, how to keep your mind open, how to keep up with technologies. I couldn't be more proud that you found a wonderful woman like YN. So, protect her, treat her with respect, give compliments, and don't let the chemistry between you two fade away."

The Groom's Mothers would also like to say a few words:

"My dear son, time passes by with lightning speed. It seems as if just yesterday you were playing hide-and-seek in the background with Junghyun, but you are no longer a kid. You've grown into a strong and brilliant man, of whom we couldn't be prouder. Dear YN , I'm thrilled Jungkookie has you in his life. Thank you for all the support and love you've wholeheartedly given to him. I want to welcome you to our family as a daughter and to raise glasses to your long-lasting union."

Now, Kim, Seokjin, the groom's best man:

The bride's best friend wanted to say something too:

"Hey everyone, my name is Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Worldwide Handsome :) just kidding… Jungkookie asked me to talk today about what a great guy he is, and so I can honestly say that he is handsome, brilliant, funny and humble, as you can see. Since we met, I have seen his transformation from an awkward youth to a slightly less awkward adult, and it is my great pleasure to speak on this important occasion.

Of course, we would not be here today without YN and her ability to get shy old Jungkookie to propose. I often think that YN makes Jungkookie look good. Mainly by standing next to him. She is full of warmth, humor and initiative. She is part of our family.

There’s an old saying about friendship that reads, “It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them,” and that couldn’t be more true for me and Jungkookie.

I could go into all the funny stories that include some of that stupidity, but instead, I’d rather focus on all the smart moves he’s made. His friendships, the relationship he has with his family, his career, it’s all a reflection of the incredible man he’s become. But really, the smartest move he’s made is marrying you, YN.

Let’s toast to the best decision Jungkookie ever made. I wish you two a lifetime of love, happiness, and success.

I can truly say we wish two nothing but the best for your future. You are a unique and perfectly matched couple, and we hope that all your dreams come true, and you have a magical life together. Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in a toast…….to the bride and groom!"

The groom would like to share a few words too:

"Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. My name is Haru, and I'm YN's best friend.

I'd like to say how proud I am of you, YN. We'd have pillow fights, boy talks, popcorn movie nights, cries and laughter, good days and terrible days. Reflecting on those times, I understand how lucky I am to share this bond and be part of this bridal party. YN is the kind of person who never stops to surprise you, and I guess that's what Jungkook saw in her. There was this glow about Jungkook when he was with her. She fights and defends those she loves until the end and I admire her a lot for that.

Thanks for being my friend, wild cat. Thank you for being so amazing and for being this woman that we admire and love so much. We will fight and defend you to the end as well."

And to finish, the bride would like to say a few words as well:

"I would just like to thank everybody for coming today, especially those that have traveled quite a bit to celebrate this day with us.

I would to thank my parents for all your love and support over the years, and for all the advice you have given us. If we can raise a family half as wonderful, then we will be very happy.

I must also thank Haru for being such an amazing friend to my wife over the years and for helping us. I would like to thank Jin hyung for agreeing to be my best man and all the attendants for their help and support.

And, to my wife, you look absolutely beautiful. Thank you for everything you have done. You know everything about me and love me just the same. I have my faults, yet you still agreed to marry me. I am extremely lucky today to be the one to marry you, and I hope this is the start of many happy years together. I wanna be your Jungkook forever, babe.

We’ve definitely come a long way together and had some challenging times, but I feel we have taught each other so much along the way. No relationship is easy, and there will always be challenges waiting for us, but I can honestly say with confidence, as long as we always face them together, we can do anything. With you I'll share my days, my moments, my joys and sorrows, my achievements and my dreams… and my Skittles. :)

You are my rock and I love you with all my heart, babe.

Now, can I ask you all to stand and raise a glass to the love of my life, YN."

“…. And then there are those you stop counting the years with because they are here to stay. They are here. And they aren't going anywhere. Nothing will make them flinch. Nothing will make them think twice. They know you at your worst, the worst you didn't even know you had. They know the sound of your mood swings, the color of your anger, how you curse when you curse, how you shout when you throw a tantrum. They know when you're avoiding a subject. They know when you're lying. They know when you're jealous. They know your vices by heart, and they celebrate them. They celebrate you-- vices included. They know your lost dreams and how life fucked you over. They know the battles you lost. And they think you're fabulous when you think you're just an unlucky mediocre person who once thought will make it big in life. They know the last time you were happy. They see the unspoken sadness in your eyes. They know the words behind your silence. They know the photographs playing in your mind when you're looking afar. They know YOU, the naked YOU, the raw YOU, not the embellished YOU people see, not the YOU that will be read in biographies or in elegies once you're dead, not the YOU that introduces you to others. They love you from the bottom of their heart. They are your family regardless of their blood. They are your squad. They are your people. And no matter how many times you make them open the door, they can't walk out. They just can't. Because, just sometimes, when people say forever, they mean it. They do.”..

“Guests, family and friends; I am delighted that you found the time to join Jungkook and me today as we celebrate our love. Being surrounded by you all has made such a difference to us, and we have been overwhelmed by your kindness and generosity.

To my new in-laws, thank you for bringing Kook into the world. Without you, we wouldn’t be here today.

Haru, you are my oldest and closest friend. We have been through the good, the bad and the ugly together. Your friendship has been a source of strength to me over the years, and I want to say that I feel honored to have you standing with me today. Thank you so much.

And to you, Kook, love of my life, where do I start? I never thought I would be standing here today with your ring on my finger, sharing your name. But I am so glad that I am. Thank you for not giving up on me. For not giving up on us.. Thank you for your love, friendship and support and the joy you have brought into my life. With you by my side, I have so much hope for the future. I look forward to making our dreams reality and sharing in this incredible journey with you. I hope I can share all my days with you. I hope we can grow old together until neither of us can eat skittles anymore. I hope I can wake up at 2:30 in the morning and see you sleeping next to me. I love you more than words could express.

Finally, I would like to share a few words from an author that I admire a lot: Malak EL Halabi:

To everyone, please enjoy the rest of the day and join me in a toast … to love!”

The end.

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#bts fake texts #2:30 #bts fic #bts fake chat #bts fake chats #bts scenarios #bts #jungkook x yn #jk x you #jk x reader #jungkook bts #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jk x oc #jk x y/n #jungkook x reader #fluff jungkook #fluff bts

[marveloussimp]

You’ll be the saddest part of me

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, character death; vormir sacrifice so suicide implication, nothing is explicitly stated.

A/N: a short one 'cause I was feeling like trying some angst. English is not my first language, but feedback is welcomed, just like reblogs, comments and likes are too. just remember #Treat people with kindness

An excruciating pain that starts in the soul and takes possession of the body. Or is the contrary? Has it started in the body and spread to the soul? There is certainly some physical symptom that makes everything more real. The heart is beating too fast. The air fails to come to the lungs. The hands are shaking. The mind is a mess. The saltiness of tears flowed freely on her face. 

The eminent signs of a panic attack. 5 things you can see. 3 things you can hear. 2 things you can smell. No this is wrong, is not like that. Where are you when she needs the most?

Breath in. Breath through. Breath deep. Breath out. There’s so much to say but there’s no time anymore. So how do I say goodbye? You’re still the oxygen I breathe. It's yours the face I see when I close my eyes.  

“See you in a minute,” She said to which you gave a lopsided smile and said, “I love you”.

Then you went to Vormir with Clint to get the soul stone. An asset to bring others back, and to win the war. A destiny that was set for you. Strange knew all the variables to win, and so did you. It pained you but was your duty.

“I need you to tell her how much I love her. My last wish is for her to be happy. To find Yelena and be united. Do fun things, get a dog… or a cat. I need her to live. And not let this be for nothing”

“No! You say that to her. It has to be me. Let it be me” in tears Clint holds your hand trying to bring you back. It shouldn’t be you the one to sacrifice. 

“I’m sorry, but I gotta go. It's ok, Clint. It has to be me. Just be there for her. It’s gonna be ok. Let me go.” That were your last words before letting go of Clint’s hand. A soul for a soul. It should have happened this way, that was your destiny. That was a must for the final win. 

“Clint, where’s Y/N?”

Silence. Clint's face said it all. “I’m so sorry” he said in a whisper holding Natasha's trembling body. “It was supposed to be me”. You had insisted on going. She wanted to fight you back, but she didn’t, and instead, she let you go in hopes that you would return to fight Thanos. Hopes that you would return to be with her for a lifetime and more. But in the end, that’s what it is. Only hope for a future that will not come.

The others were back. Thanos has been defeated. The war was over. Tony sacrificed himself, just like you did. But at what cost? She lost you. Her best friend. Her past. Her present. Her future. She lost her lover. And the ring on her left hand will always be a reminder. You’ll be the saddest part of me. A part of me that will never be mine.

So close the door. Keep the lights out. Lay in bed. Tune out the sounds. Stare at the ceiling. Then close your eyes. Feel your feelings. Deny. Be shocked. Be angry. Feel betrayed. Feel the pain. Cry. It’s torturous but tonight is gonna be the loneliest.

#marveloussimp writes #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you

[shelbgrey]

Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 6: Alice is at it again

Table of contents

Alice, holding a big smile on her face, skipped past Carlisle then into the living room with two small cards in her hand.

“I have it all set up, the movie starts at 7, you guys are watching Psycho... it's her favorite” I looked up at her confused as she talked 100 miles an hour. “also you'll have the theater to yourselves and also you need to go the florist and pick up a bouquet of roses at 6:00, also-”

“hold on” I said, covering her mouth. “What are you going on about Alice?”

She took a breath and slipped me two movie tickets. I gulped as I imagined us sitting alone in a dark room together. It sounded amazing, I almost couldn't believe it. I also didn't want to screw it up.

“oh, yeah and after the movie you should take her out for moonlight stroll in the park, she gonna want to talk about the movie”

“¿Qué hiciste?(what did you do?)” I looked at her panicked. The more she talked about this planned night out the more reality started to kick in. I stared at the movie ticks blankly once I realized I was gonna take the most beautifulest woman in Forks Washington on a date.

“Alice, give the man to process everything” Irina chuckled, knowing damn well she was involved.

Alice cringed. “Oops, was I talking too fast again?”

I didn't say anything, just fiddled with the movie ticks. Carlisle sighed and told Alice and Irina to leave. He sat down on the couch next to me and padded my shoulder. “everything is gonna be fine Mate”

I shook my head and stood up, I paced back and forth in front of him, ranting. The fast I spoke the quicker I slipped into my native language. “no puedo hacer esto ¿Qué pasa si lo estropeo y lastimó? Y Alice acaba de arreglar esta cita sin que yo lo sepa. ¿Y si ella ni siquiera se siente atraída por mí?(I can't do this. What if I screw it up and hurt her? And Alice just sets up this date without me knowing. What if she isn't even attracted to me?) ”

Carlisle nodded along as his gold eyes followed my every movement. Once my words started to make zero sense in both Spanish and English, Carlisle stood up and grabbed my shoulders, stopping my pacing. “why am I doing this carlisle? It's just gonna go to shit like always”

“its not gonna go to shit Eli” carlisle said softly. I pushed his hand off my shoulder and stepped back, angery. “it always does! I did everything I could and still failed, what if this ends the same way? I can't go through all the pain again… I Just can't”

Carlisle shook his head and put his hand on my trembling shoulder. “y/n isn't Carmen” he stated.“i know you got hurt in the past, but that doesn't mean you should let it alter your present or future”

“carlisle-”

“what do you like about y/n?”

I smiled. “She's so kind and generous, and I love how passionate she is about the things she loves,” Carlisle smiled as he listened. “and her eyes, they're so beautiful and she cares… So, so, much, about her students and her family”

“how does she make you feel?”

I smiled softly and looked down. “overwhelmed with love… I've never felt this way before”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The next morning was the day I would ask y/n out and I was panicking “okay I can just say 'Hola, I got theses ticks for a movie, my brother-in-law was going to go with me but he's busy, would you like to go?” I said pacing back and forth in front of the two desks Tayna and Kate were setting in.

“okay first, don't add Carlisle into this” Kate started. “you want her to feel she was your first choice and your not just asking her to go because the first choice bailed.”

I rubbed my face in frustration. I never felt so nervous and out of line, how could one human make me feel so frazzled.

“and try tenderness, girls love all things romantic” Tayna said. “but don't go over board.”

“just speak from your heart, when you go to her you'll know what to say” Kate said, standing up. She turned me around and pushed me towrds the door. I took a deep breath and walked out of my classroom.

“good luck!” the girls called out. I nodded to myself trying to muster up all the courage I had. I walked down the hall and the closer I got the more shaky my hands got. I quickly shoved them in my pockets as I turned to the hall that held her classroom.

“Puedes hacerlo(you can do this)” I mumbled as I raised my fist. Once I knocked I told myself there was no turning back.

“continue to work guys” I heared her say as her foot steps got louder the closer she got to the door. She opened it up and I was graced with her beautiful smile.

“Hola Eleazar” her voice was so gentle and cheerful I almost lost my train of thought. I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my head.

“can we talk? It will only be a un momento” she nodded and closed the door so we had some privacy out in the hallway. I cleared my throat nervously as she stared at me with those extrodanary eyes.

“please forgive me if this is too forward but, the movie theater is showing a screening of Psycho tonight and was wondering if you would want to go with me”

Her innocent eyes widened. “you want to take me out on a date?” she asked nervous.

“Yes, I would love to take you out on a date... If you'll have me” I said trying to sound confident. She studied my face looking for any lies or unsternty. Her lips formed into a genuine smile.

“I would Love to Eleazar”

“¿En realidad?(really?)” I said meeting her eyes. She smiled and nodded. “Si”

I nodded clasping my hands together. “excellent, so I'll pick you up at 6:45”

“great, I'll be ready” she smiled. What she did next took me off guard. She stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “see ya tonight” she waved at me then slipped back into her classroom gracefully.

“Oh, gracias a Dios(oh, thank God)” I said, sighing in releaf.

#Eleazar denali #Eleazar denali x reader #Eleazar denali imagines #Eleazar #Denali x reader #Denali imagines #Twilight stories #Cullen family x reader #Twilight #New moon #Eclipse #Breaking dawn #Twilight imagines

[gemstone-roses]

Egyptian distractions

steven grant x neighbour reader, Marc spector x reader (kind of)

summary: Marc keeps lending you milk, Stevens concerned about your caffeine consumption.

Note: this is the first thing I've written since I took a long break from writing so please be kind. Likes ,reblogs and comments appreciated🥺

Warnings: language, reader is afraid of the dark, reader doesn't put themselves first. Comfort fic. Minors dni.

"oh for fucks sake" you yell, slamming your fridge door shut. It's too late to go the shop now and you need your coffee.

Marc hears you from across the hall, he gets up and grabs his milk and is opening the door right before you knock.

"Hey Marc, um so I ran out of milk again and i-

"Here" he says chuckling, thrusting it into your hand

"Thanks" you said sheepishly

"So how's the essay coming?, you made any progress since I last saw you?" He's genuinely curious.

"Mm yeah great, I've written three hundr- thirty. I've written thirty words" you sigh

"Y/n, I saw you this morning" he says with amusement.

"Yeah I know I just, can't concentrate, my mind keeps wandering and I can't focus, hence, the coffee"

" what have you been doing for the past, 6 hours" he checks his watch, for added affect.

" I got, distracted" you say , avoiding his gaze.

"You were reading that book steven gave you weren't you" he says

"Um yes." You laugh.

Steven had given you a book on Egyptian mythology, since you bumped into him at the museum and you'd told him it was one of your childhood interests that you hadn't had time to pursue properly since your life took a U turn at aged 12 and you had to grow up fast.

Marc shakes his head with a smile.

"Oi, tell them to slow down with the coffee" steven says to marc

Marc rolls his eyes, Stevens concern for you was adorable.

"Anyway, I better get back, goodnight" you say.

"See you soon" Marc teases.

"Marc that much caffine is not good for anyone" steven admonishes, " they need a break,you know what, I know what to do, give me the body marc"

You stare at the screen of your laptop, eyes burning from the amount of time you've spent sat there. A knock at the door startles you.

"Alright love" he plays with the collar on his shirt

"Hey steven" you grin

"Come on then!"

"Where are we going?" You question

"You'll see" steven has a hint of mischievousness in his voice

"Alright then let me just finish my coff-

"Nope" he pulls your arm out the door and drags you playfully away.

"But-

"Shush" he winks at you

"Steven we can't it's the middle of the night!" You whisper

"Yes we can darling because I, have a key" he presents the key with some dramatic flair before grabbing your hand once more

"Come on love you'll love it" he's excited and it's infectious.

Steven opens the doors to the museum and leads you in.

"do you think we can turn the lights on?" You ask

"Better not, don't wanna scare the residents do we" he chuckles

You let out a small whimper

"Oh, oh! are you afraid of the dark?" There's no malicious or teasing in his tone.

"Tell you what,I'll grab a torch and, I won't let go" he assures you, linking his arm with yours.

you cling onto him tightly as the two of you walk to the Egypt section of the museum, feeling safe with him.

"And that's where toothpaste came from and women from that time yeah they actually had a decent amount of rights which a lot of people find surprising and, oh sorry I'm rambling"

"don't be sorry,I like hearing you talk, plus it's really interesting so ramble away"

"thanks y/n" he says sweetly.

"right, here we are, um so, don't tell anyone about this yeah cause its not being unveiled till next week" steven removed the sheet covering the glass case.

"Oh wow" you gasped

"Yeah it's pretty impressive right"

"it's amazing I've never seen anything like it" you said. You couldn't believe steven had given you backstage access to a future exhibit.

"Sit down" he said

"Feeling any better?" Steven asked

"I was feeling fine-

"No you were not! You were frazzled and stressed and basically vibrating and you drink too much coffee!" He said softly

"I needed to get my essay finished"

"You have to allow yourself to relax y/n, you deserve it," steven said, he had a hint of sadness in his voice, like it hurt him to know you weren't putting yourself first.

"I see you doing so much, for everyone, for work, for university, for people ,never yourself. Promise me, when it gets too much, you'll come to me"

"I promise" you leaned your head on his shoulder

"No like really promise, cause I'll get Marc to have a word with you and he's a bit mean sometimes so"

"Yeah" you chuckled, "I really promise"

"Good, he sighed, wrapping his arm around you.

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Thankyou" you smiled.

He held you tighter.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon night #steven grant x you #moon knight imagine #steven grant imagine

[gayspock]

ok im lbing this bc we're not gonna get more for a long time

ok initial thoughts: zombies by the cranberries sent me a little loopy. im sorry. its a heartbreaking song, its a heartbreaking scene. but playing those both together is the funniest fucking thing you could do ever. heavens

second thoughts: i know there was a lotof, like, backlash abt the last ep regarding the present day girlies "giving in to lottie so easily" so its funny to see them ppl owned so early. LOL. although this cant end well and i have already been spoiled and i will say i saw that coming sort of but thought "no they wouldnt do that... tht sucks" but anyways

THIRD thoughts and last time im gonna open a thought with that: literally i said all that, but i know last week ppl also complaine saying they didnt "explain the game well enough" which i thought was stupid bc if they sat there and did thatd be clunky and dumb and ruin the horror of it so now misty is just exposition dumping to lottie im like for gods sake. and in some ways i do kinda get what theyre trying to do with it (misty would be frank about it and clear and etc) but i still think its just a bit alrighhttt alrighttt to watch

this is making me feel sick...

SHAUNA BEING THE DESIGNATED BUTCHER TOO... heavens and a bit.

TH

NOT THE DESIGNATED T...

this is so fucking crazy

HER COVERING HER EYES. I AM SICK. YOU KNOW WHEN THE WET, BIG BROWN PUPPY DOG EYES ARE GONE THE WORLD IS DARK AND CRUEL

ok but seeing trav crying over havi like that . meanwhile shauna was fucking sobbing with jackies corpse holding it for months. everything in the world mental

UGHHH FUCKING WALTERRRRR

SORRY IVE MADE MY FEELINGS CLEAR. I DO NOT LIKE HIS FUNCTION AS A CHARACTER. I THINK MISTY'S ARC WOULD BE SO MUCH FUCKING STRONGER WITHOUT HIM. GET MORE CREATIVE. YOU DONT NEED HIM . and its like hes not bad hes fine but its so annoying that they give him more FUCKING ATTENTION THAN FUCKING NAT AT THIS POINT

plus her dynamic with nat is so much better

i love adult shauna scheming. always gets them into a bit of a pickle. classic!

COACH BEN COMING BACK TO STIUATIONS IS FUCKING UNFATHOMABLY F- NATALIE WHAT HAPPENED

I FIGURED OUT WHERE HAVI WAS HIDING

DOES ANYONE HEAR HIM

YOURE N

I FEEL SICK

his little gorgeous babygirl tear.

coach ben your gay ass needs to move fast before the second most homophobic fast food chain after chick fil a opens up in the canadian wilderness with a limited menu of #1 fucking d

FUCK OFF ELIJAH WOODFUCK OFF KEVYN THIS IS SICK. UGHHHH YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST.

UGH

THIS WHOLE CONVO IS SO BORING IM ASLEEP WORST GUYS IN THE WORLD FUCK OFF THERES NO WAY WE'RE WASTING TIME ON THESE GUYS WHEN THERE'S LITERAL GIRLS EATING GIRLS

"A COVEN OF THEM ALL UP TO NO GOOD" OK that kinda ruled

JEFF WIN JEFF WIN JEFF WIN HIS BIGGG JEFFING COCK FUCKING RULES . NO JEFFING ABOUT.

YOU KILLED HIM?

OKAY jeff is raising the bar here im happy with jeff and walter jeffing and waltering and jaltering and weffing

is weffing something sexual it sounds sexual i hope to god not

shauna is so mother making a meal for the family 😊

THE WOBBLY HEART . MY GOD. DONT- DONT GIVE IT TO TRAVIS. DONT FUCKING LOOK AT HIM WITH THE WOBBLY HEART. COME ON BRO.

hes

um

raw.....

this is a little um

god the crazy parallels of lottie in the past fucking ruined over the ritual and lottie of the present being the most caught up in it. hellaur

IF YOU MAKE CALLIE DEAL WITH THAT ROTTEN COP I'LL KILL US ALL

SHAUNA DRAWING THE CARD?

"IT WAS JUST US!" "is there a difference?" EXACTLY. SAY THAT AT THE FUCKING C- SORRY BUT THEIR SLOW ASS RUNNING MADE ME LOSE IT

TH

THE TRUNK OF THE FUCKING CAR HELP THATS SO FUNNYYYY KEVYNNNNNN

CALLIE WITH A GUN

HI... OK. BUT THE ... OK IS ANYONE GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW

i mean other than the girlies in animal masks in th e woods

lottie: everybo-

SHUT UP ITS CRAZY EVERY TIME THEY CUT FROM A FUTURE SCENE TO A PAST SCENE I GO STUPID IN THE HEAD

lottie: can you fucking kill me

lottie: can you fucking kill me and can i also elect the next girl president

ANTLER QUEEN?

NATALIE?

YOU MAKE ME SICK

YOU MAKE ME SICK THERES NOWAYYYYYYY

NATALIE NO MY SEET SWEETBABYGIRL

HEY

HI

AND HELLO

LISA....

LISA. NO. SURELY NOT.

OH MY GOD

NATALIE YOU ARE SO....

the nattielot stocks are literall crazy the nattielot stocks are literally in turmoil its like a rollercoaster its literally a thrillride they blow your brain right out up and down and round and round til your FUCKING BRAIN COMES OUT YOUR NOSE AS DINNER SURPRISE

travis......................

my god natalie atalie no NA QUEEN CA RD QU

NM

M

M

M

M

M

HI AND HELLO AND HI

SORRY . THATS TISTE DTHIS IS TWISTED THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING THING EVER IM ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS EVERYBODY VETTER FUCKING KILL

STOP PLAYING RADIOHEAD AND SLOWMOING HER FUCKING DEATH IS THERE NO FUCKING DIGNIT

NO THIS IS

YOU ALL.... ARE THE WORST.....

I HATE MY STUPID FUCKING EXISTENCE

ITS NOT EVIL ITS JUST HU

THE NATLOTTIE STOCKS JUST BURST

I FEEL ILL I HATE MY ST- NOT THE DRUG OVERDOSE. COME ON . I JSUT WANT TO FUCKING CRY THIS ALL FUCKING SUCCKS.

walter: um...... >_<

you guys fucking suck sending her there i know i know theres so few options but fu- VAN. PUT THOSE BIG WET EYES AWAY. PUT THAT AWE-INDUCED WET SMILE AWAY. COME ON GIRL. PULL IT TOGETHER

hey shauna

most normal girl in the world

coach ben said FUCK women. WOW. ALRIGHT. i mean it was... RIGHT LIKE HE?

HE SERIOUSLY JUST DECIDED FUCK THESE GIRLS OH MY GOD YES TYHIS IS THE FUCKING ENDING I WANTED

van being the last out vantler queen when?

THIS IS FUCKING NUTS

altrnateively the wilderness being like :/ you didnt need to do that to havi guys....

ANYWAYS GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

#Egg.txt #YELLOWJACKETS LIVEBLOG

[heckinconfusedparade]

Part 5: A Tour Gone Wrong

Sonic is a gentleman. So much of a gentleman he offered to show Amy around Green Hills.

He shows her all his favourite spots and places that are special to him. He’s not the greatest tour-guide, as he’s never been on a tour before, and he doesn’t like to take things slow.

He does show her his old cave. She can sense the sadness of the place. The only thing really left in the cave is that washing machine treadmill he can no longer fit inside and a sentence carved into the wall of the cave “SONIC WAS HERE”.

Amy looks around “..you were here for 10 years? By yourself??” Sonic shuffles a little “yeah.. but it did fine! Only got flooded twice and snowed in 3 times!”

Amy frowns. She hates to think that at such a young age, Sonic had to hide and subject himself to such a lonely life. He looks a bit uncomfortable, so they leave the cave. He will open up about it more as time goes on.

In town they run into Wade. Sonic tries to pull Amy away, but it’s too late. He’s spotted them. “Well, well, look at the ladies man!” Wade grins at Sonic, who groans “hiiiii Waaaaade.”

“So, who’s this lovely little lady? New girlfriend?” Wade wiggles his eyebrows. Sonic puts his head in his hands as Amy laughs. She’s gonna take this one “we aren’t together. Just friends! We’ve only known each other a few days, and something tells me that he doesn’t like to take his relationships fast!” Sonic nods frantically “yep!! Just pals! Me n her! Bye Wade!” He lifts up Amy and zooms off. She clings to him for dear life as he runs. This new speed is scary, yet exhilarating! Adrenaline floods through her veins as if she were on a roller coaster.

Sonic takes her to the cliff overlooking the town and drops her off “sorry about that.. I.. don’t really know why I ran.” Amy gives him a soft smile “it’s okay, Sonic. It’s only natural to want to leave an uncomfortable situation. Just please give me a heads up before you bring me along to destroy the sound barrier!” Sonic returns her smile. He was uncomfortable. Talking about his potential romantic feelings towards others is not something he’s used to nor comfortable with.

They sit on a rock overlooking the town. Amy pulls out a deck of cards “have you ever heard of tarot cards?” she shuffles the deck. Sonic watches, mesmerized by how well she shuffles like it’s second nature.

“No..” he responds. Amy is happy to explain! “Tarot cards are used for divinatory purposes to tell you about your past, present, and future. They can also give advice on things like jobs or relationships, and how to solve problems. The universe shows your fate using the symbols of the cards.” She spreads out the deck backward so he can see the symbols she’s referring to. He looks at them with confusion and amazement “woah, you can do that?” “Yep! As long as you believe! Its.. what brought me here to you. Partially. It gave me the final push I needed to take that step and finally do something to help. Fate chose me.. maybe I’ll finally figure out who I’m meant to be.” Amy leads Sonic to a spot with less wind.

Amy shuffles the cards some more. She holds the deck in one hand and instructs Sonic to tap the top 3 times to transfer his energy to it. He does as told and she lays out the cards.

Sonic picks 3 cards and Amy lays them out facing down.

The first card representing the past is flipped- a reverse Hermit.

“I think this one is pretty straight forward. You were alone for so long.. forced to isolate yourself with no insight on what to do next. Every path you took just made you more lost than you were before with nobody to guide you.” Amy sighs. Sonic shrugs “hit the nail on the head with that one!”

The second card is turned representing the present- Judgement.

“Finding a new family and feeling safe for the first time in years finally brought you time to reflect on the past. You’re ready to face it. Things are finally becoming clear to you, like a thick fog lifting.” “That’s true! Creepy.”

Then the third card representing the future- The Hanged Man.

“..how much are you willing to do to protect your family?” Amy asks, suddenly shifting her gaze to look direction. Sonic chuckles nervously “..anything?” Amy frowns “this card represents a sacrifice. Martyrdom. Either you or someone in your life will make a huge sacrifice.” “L-like.. death?” “I don’t know. The future is always changing, Sonic. These cards tell you what you interpret it to be, not a future set in stone. A sacrifice can mean anything.” Amy starts to collect the cards “..listen to your heart, Sonic. Listen to your instincts. I haven’t known you very long, but I already know that you’re a sweet caring person who’s willing to put everything down for the sake of others. As.. charming as that quality is, please take care of yourself. People really.. really love you.” She holds Sonics hands. Sonic processes what he was told.. listening to the conflicting emotions whirling through his head.

“Amy.. don’t worry about me. I may be reckless, but I’m not careless. I promise to take care of myself.” Sonic let’s go of one of her hands to form a fist. Amy looks at him, confused. Sonic smiles “it’s an Earth custom. An unbreakable promise!” Amy smiles and fist bumps him “wow that’s so cool!” They share a laugh together.

While walking around the hills, the radar Tails gave Sonic starts going crazy. The two friends follow the radar. Amy spots something that triggers her to pull Sonic behind a bush with her. Sonic pulls twigs out of his quills and gives her an annoyed look before he sees what she’s seeing. 3 large robots are digging through dirt, bushes, rocks, anything. They appear to be looking for the same thing. The robots have different designs, and appear more structured to defend against incoming attacks.

The two hedgehogs sneak around either side of the bush.

Sonic springs for the left, rushing between the robots legs to get its attention. The badnik immediately activates attack mode and attempts to swing at Sonic. Sonic is able to leap up and get a solid kick to its chest. He makes a dent, but he realizes he’s going to need more momentum. He takes notes of the trees around him and gets an idea. He runs towards one tree and stops to plant his feet on the trunk of the tree and boost himself forward. He continues bouncing from tree to tree at Sonic speed, making impact with the robot mid jump. When the robot is knocked over, he jumps as high as he can and utilizes his speed and gravity to deliver a devastating spin dash into the robots chest. He repeats the smash several times until the robots body can no longer function.. or so he thought. The robot raises its arm powering a laser directly at Sonic who is still atop the robot. The last thing that robot sees is Sonics smug smirk as he moves its arm to point at its face. One robot down.

Amy goes for the right, summoning her hammer. She charges at the robot. The robot extends its arm to plant Amy to the ground, but Amy knocks its grappling hand aside with her hammer, and uses her hammer to latch and swing around the strong arm to volley herself onto the robots shoulder where she deals some insane damage via blunt force trauma to the head to the robot. Something catches her eye.. a light inside of the robots chest. She drives the handle of her hammer into the chest and pops open a panel. The robot tries to grab her, but Amy pins the arm between herself and the handle of her hammer, getting a good hold on it. She points the head of her hammer down and jabs it into the ground, shooting her and the arm into the air. Amy, now equipped with the robots arm, starts to beat the robot to death with it. Sonic, who just finished his robot, gets to witness this. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. It’s so cool! But also terrifying. When the robot dies, Sonic shouts to Amy “Geez Ames, remind me to not get on your bad side!” Amy responds by chuckling to herself and shaking her head. She peers into the panel she had opened. Amy reaches in and pulls out some kind of device. She examines it for a moment before pocketing it. She’ll give it to Tails when they get back to the house.

The two look for the 3rd robot who has retreated into the woods. They had some hope that maybe they could interrogate and spare the thing, but the Badnik has other plans. It starts to shoot bullets at them. Sonic spin dashes towards its arm, but his lack of momentum enabled the robot to bounce him back. Amy charges in with her hammer, but the robot grabs her hammer and flings it, sending her and the hammer to hit a tree. Sonic rushes over to Amy “are you ok??” he puts an arm around her and extends his hand to help her up. She takes his hand and shakily stands up “I’m.. im fine, thank you..” she gazes into his eyes, feeling her cheeks heating up. Sonic smiles at her “I’m glad you’re ok.” They spend another second looking at each other before they remember OH YEA THERES A KILLER ROBOT TRYING TO DESTROY THEM.

Sonic has a lightbulb moment and pulls Amy behind the tree “Amy, I need you to hit me with your hammer.” “What??”

“I’m going to jump. When I enter a spin dash, hit me with all you got at that robot.”

“But.. what if I hurt you?”

“You have to trust me, Amy.”

Sonic gives her a pleading look. Amy sighs and they get in position. Sonic jumps up and enters a speed dash. Amy swings her hammer as hard as she can at him, sending him straight through the robots chest, causing it to explode. Amy runs over to check on Sonic who has already bounced back up and is cheering “oh man! That was awesome!! Great job, Amy!” Sonic offers a high five that Amy happily takes. As Sonic pulls out the radar and takes his attention off of Amy, he doesn’t notice that she’s swooning. She sighs thoughtfully.. he’s so pretty, nice, handsome, strong, and handsome.. Amy is snapped out of her Rose Trance when Sonic goes “uhhh the emerald is moving.” The two look up and spot a figure flying away with the emerald. Sonic tries climbing to the top of the trees around him to possibly stop the person. Unfortunately this tree is too short.

He meets Amy back on the ground. Time to call reinforcements.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic #movie sonic #amy the hedgehog #amy rose #movie amy

[shycoconutt]

I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

-

A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)

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[tokrev-roses]

Cool Cool Boy

although you are happy with your love, your ex-boyfriend wants to be a part of your life again. jealous boyfriends and phones involved + NSFW (original request)

🖋Genre: Smut (Mikey, Draken Chifuyu), Fluff (Baji)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ for everyone but Baji, description of the female body and sexual acts, bad writing/grammar/spelling

👥Characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji

❧ Keisuke Baji

Fancy dates are not his thing

It was not only that he had a budget, being a middle schooler and everything, he also simply didn’t vibe with it

But it was your anniversary, so he saved up all his pocket money and tried to behave so mama Baji would let him out

Cue to him waiting in front of a popular restaurant for young couples, wearing his edgy street clothes

And to both of your surprise, everything went smoothly

He excused himself to the restroom for a sec, and while you were waiting at your table, daydreaming about the beauty of this evening, someone sat down on Keisuke’s chair

You turned towards the person, fully expecting to see your boyfriend, but were met with a less than pleasant view. Your ex-boyfriend greeted you with a satisfied smirk.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n? You know, I always thought you were one of those girls who loved fancy stuff, considering how much you loved our dates and my presents. That you’d settle for someone who is unable to offer you more than this…” He made a derogatory gesture towards the other tables.

This was no high-end restaurant with view over the Tokyo skyline, but it was Baji who put a lot of effort into this, and it meant more to you than anything else

As you were about to respond, a shadow towered over your ex

“What do you think you are doing her punk?”

“This is the trash you left me for, y/n?”

As he was about to laugh, Baji seized him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him away like actual trash

Knowing Keisuke, you tried to stop the enraged berserker he was about to turn into. No need for a brawl in the middle of a restaurant

You managed to calm him, nonetheless the manager kindly asked all three of you to leave

Keisuke kept quiet on your way home. You knew why. He actually wanted everything to be perfect, to show you how much you meant to him and it was ruined by his temper and a slimy asshole

„♪Kei-Su-Ke♪“, you poked the dimples of your grumpy boyfriend. “I loved this evening. Minus that idiot, but that was none of your fault.”

“Hm.”

He kept walking.

Ok, you’d have to bring the big guns in

With two big steps you were behind him to give him the strongest back hug possible

“Ya, you punk. Wanna pick a fight?”, your effort to imitate his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“As if a small fry like you could win against me.”

With that you knew the ice was broken. What you didn’t expect was him turning around fast as lightening, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You tried to scream but it ended in heartful laughter

A perfect anniversary indeed.

❧ Manjiro Sano

(Future!Mikey, Dark-Haired)

King of jealousy and most possessive out of all the boys, so you can imagine his reaction as you told him your ex-boyfriend visited you at work

The mood instantly shifted

“Come on, Manjiro. He didn’t ask me to marry him or anything.”

This joke was not appreciated by him, and he stayed broody for the rest of the evening

You should have known that he was up to something as he suddenly became very touchy with you, but you pinned it on his neediness

Things got even stranger when he didn’t let you touch or pleasure him, but instead kept making you feel like wax between his fingers

It wasn’t just the way he abused your neck with longing kisses or how he caressed the sides of your body with featherlight touches as he made his way downwards. Not the way he fondled your breasts with the utmost care, kissing and sucking your nipples until you couldn’t keep your whimpers from spilling.

The satisfied smile he gave you as you made the first sound should have shown you that there was more to it, but you were so lost in pleasure, that you really didn’t care

Things got worse (or better) for you as he reached your most intimate spot

If he was skilled at pleasuring you before, he was a god at doing so today.

White pleasure blinded you as his velvet tongue explored every part of you. Every moan and whimper you gave him was met with a pleased hum that vibrated through your body.

When you couldn’t stop your own need from feeling every part of him on you, you used your hands in his dark hair to push him closer to you.

Instead of understanding your silent plea like he usually would, he just kept going and going until your vision got blurred by tears and your voice was hoarse.

Only then he let you go, mumbling something you were too tired to understand.

You slept well that night, with Mikey hugging you loke a koala

It was only when you looked at your phone the next morning, that you realized what he had done.

A chat with your ex-boyfriend, who must have written you last evening about going out for dinner, cough your eye. Your answer, which you definitely didn’t send, consisted of a 30 second audio.

Innocent you played it, of course, and it took you a second to realize what exactly you were hearing.

That was you. You, moaning in ecstasy. You were frozen in place an listened all the way through it

The audio ended with a raspy voice you knew all too well

“She is busy with me.”

❧ Ken Ryuguji

Your phone was broken.

It did not show you, who tried to call you and called people you never meant to call. That’s why instead of putting it in your pockets, it usually laid somewhere beside you. Like today as you were cooking dinner for your finance who was about to come home from his bike shop very soon

The last days had been a bit stressful, he had a lot to do, couldn’t spend any time with you and you went to meet your ex-boyfriend for coffee, as he himself was about to get married soon

Ken tried to be understanding, but the amount of your time this past fling consumed annoyed him

That’s why he wanted to make up for lost time this evening

He didn’t hesitate when he saw you standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan and looking so perfect

On swift move and the giant had placed you on the counter, standing between your spread legs, face buried in your neck

“Well, someone seems eager.”

He wasn’t willing to waste time with your teasing but begun to assault your lips

Heavy breathing filled the room as he cupped your chin with one hand and tried to get rid of your clothes with the other

Your bodies soon met with a pleasurable sensation, moving in synch.

You held on to him like your life depended on it, ankles hooked behind his back

He wasn’t one to moan, but his heavy breathing had something so unexplainable erotic to it, that it made up for the missing foreplay

One couldn’t be without the other and if it wouldn’t have been for the laws of nature, you would have said that your brains your hearts and your pleasure became one

Sweat made the counter slippery, and your voice became raspy as you finally reached your high together

“Well, hello there.” You could literally hear the smirk on his lips as he said this.

“…hello?”

You thought you were hallucination from your post-orgasmic bliss as you heard another voice talking to the both of you. But Ken’s shocked face as he looked towards your phone woke you up

It couldn’t be that your phone called your ex-boyfriend, right?

Right??  

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

It’s not like Chifuyu needs your attention all the time, but he kinda needs it when he wants it you know?

And today he really needed it

He had given the shop into the hands of his partner, Kazutora, to spend some time with you, as a surprise

The thing with surprises was, that they usually came at the worst times

His mood went downwards as he came home and instead of giving him a confused hug, asking him why he was home already, you were on the phone with god knows whom

He thought you’d end the call soon, so he gave you some space, but as you kept laughing 30 minutes after he arrived, he got annoyed, to say the least.

He didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but your constant laughter, bickering and smiling made him…curious

It seemed like your former high school sweetheart had called to “remember the good old times”, and although it wasn’t like him at all, he slowly but surely felt anger bubbling inside of him.

You had settled for the couch, and although the other party was on the phone, he felt the need to touch you, so he laid down between your legs, head resting on your stomach

You, of course, noticed the sour mood hanging in the air (not just because he followed you around like a lost puppy while you were phoning this old friend of yours)

So you petted his hair, knowing it would calm him

But the time for appeasement was over, at least for Chifuyu. He knew that you knew that he wanted you to hang up, yet you didn’t

It started as an innocent kiss on your stomach, which you answered with a silent chuckle, shaking your hand to signal him to stop

That he ignored it would be an understatement

Something you realised as he started caressing your intimate part through your clothes

As your friend on the other side was continuing to tell you about his life, your attention was captured by the innocent puppy-dog eyes your boyfriend gave you as he got rid of the annoying layers keeping him from feeling you

He began giving you kitten licks, that literally took your breath away. Good for you, the other man didn’t notice

Chifuyu, that devil, knew what he was doing, keeping eye contact with you while doing the most sinful things to you

It got worse as he took your pearl between his soft lips and started sucking

You had to press your fist on your mouth to keep any sound from spilling

He continued his assault with a steady pace, and you wanted him to stop as much as you wanted him to continue

“Y/n, are you still there?”

You hadn’t noticed that the excited voice on the phone had stopped

Faster than you could react, Chifuyu had snatched your phone away from you.

His breath tickled your now wet parts as he answered

“Something came up just now, and she needs to come. Try again, pal.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo manji revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers chifuyu

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Adapt

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2333

Warnings: Violence

Summary: Through tough circumstances you find yourself as a member of the Avengers. You don't really fit in but a particular mission has them feeling guilty about leaving you out.

An: Read it first then tell me if you want a Part 2 because I can very much make that happen

Pt 2 Pt3

Masterlist

You never wanted to be an Avenger, but you didn't have a better option. It was either, save the world or get locked away and never see it again.

The funny thing is that you can't even remember what you did to be presented with that ultimatum. You knew you weren't the good guy by the way everyone looked at you, but you can't recall what made you so bad.

It was as if your mind locked those memories away. Every time you tried to recall the information, it came up blank. It used to drive you crazy, but the solution you came up with worked well.

You just didn't think about your past.

Instead, you focused on your future. The future that would make up for whatever it was you had done before.

You had the power of adaptability. It sounded strange on paper, but it worked wonders in practice. You could adapt to fit the need of any situation. If you needed to be in a burning building, you'd become fireproof. If you needed to be underwater, you wouldn't need to breathe. If it was too dark outside, you would have night vision.

You're a perfect fit for the team in that sense. What you didn't have was the sense of family that they had. They considered one another family. It's not that you didn't want that connection with them, you just didn't know how to go about it.

They weren't trying to purposefully exclude you or anything. You just didn't know how to be comfortable around them. You were hardly comfortable around yourself. Your attempts usually ended in you being quiet the entire time.

Luckily for you, you were so good at combat to make up for your lack of communication skills.

" Y/n, suit up. There's an emergency," Cap knocked on your door, and you sprang into action.

When you were ready, you found the team waiting in a quinjet. You took a seat next to Natasha, who sent a small smile your way.

You sent her an awkward one back before cursing yourself in your head. Something about the Russian woman made you lose the slight bit of composure you had.

" We've got aliens in the city. Obviously, we need to get them out. We don't know much about them or how they even got here in the first place. So I need everyone to be careful," Steve gave his version of a pep talk, and you steeled yourself for the fight.

When you all got to the city, no one wasted any time jumping into action. There were definitely more than just a few aliens in the city. There were hundreds of them.

This is where you felt the most in your element. You were quite literally unstoppable when it came to situations like these.

You fought your way through hordes and hordes of aliens, moving at a destructive pace. Sometimes it was a punch, sometimes it was laser eyes, other times it was sand traps, but you were definitely cutting through the alien troops.

You were doing great, but you couldn't say the same for all of your teammates. Clint was shooting as fast as he could, but it wasn't leveling out, Steve was getting swarmed, and you didn't have any eyes on Natasha. Thor and Tony were in the sky trying to stop the emerging aliens from making it on to Earth. Wanda was holding her own and Hulk was… well, Hulk was smashing.

You had to do something to help. Your body tingled and suddenly there were 3 more of you.

You directed the (what you assumed were) clones to go help the struggling Avengers. While they were handling that, you started looking for Natasha.

" Anyone got eyes on Natasha?" You spoke into your comm. All that you heard on the other side was static. The alien tech was interfering with the signal.

" Come on powers, adapt or something. I need to find her"

Help me

It was faint in your head, but the voice was undeniable," Natasha? Natasha, where are you?"

Bridge

You look around frantically for a bridge. For a second, you don't think you're ever going to spot it, but then your eyes focus more than they ever have before.

The bridge is miles away, but that didn't matter. You were going to get there. You ran, with each step you picked up more speed until the world around you seemed to be moving in a blur.

Natasha was in the middle of the bridge, lying in a pile of blood. Abandoned cars were scattered all around and a group of aliens was circling around her.

They were ready to finish their prey, but that wasn’t going to happen with you so close.

It had to have been less than a second in time. The aliens circling around her dropped to the floor. One lifeless vessel after the next. Natasha slowly raised her head to see you standing there with the black alien blood splattered all over you.

In that fraction of a second, you had ripped the head off of the 5 aliens that were trying to end Natasha.

You crouched down to her level," Where are you bleeding from?"

She slowly turns so that you see the nasty gash on her back. Without warning, you press your hand directly against the wound.

Natasha screams at the sensation of pain, but it dissipates as soon as you remove your hand.

" How did you-?"

" I adapt"

" Hello? Is this thing working now? Can anyone hear me?" You hear Tony's voice over the coms.

" Loud and clear, Stark." Steve responds.

" Are they gone?" Wanda's voice comes in.

" They should no longer be a problem. Stark and I have fixed the issue," Thor speaks, earning a scoff from Tony.

" I fixed it while you guarded me. I used their ship to suck them in rather than leave them out. It was so powerful, even the ship itself got pulled into the vortex"

The more the talking continued, the heavier your eyes became. You tried to convince yourself to stay upright, but it didn't work. You passed out.

Natasha called your name a few times. She even slapped you in the face, but nothing was working. She was starting to panic. She checked your pulse and was relieved to find a beat.

" I need some help over here, guys. Y/n passed out," Nat called into the coms as she gently placed your head in her lap.

"We're on the way"

Natasha took this time to really look at you. She wiped away some of the black alien gunk that was smeared on your face. She noticed a few small cuts on your soft skin from the combat. She noticed the way your plush lips were slightly parted, as though you were only sleeping. She noticed the slight warmth radiating off of your body, letting her know that you would be okay.

When the team finally arrived at your location, they carried you into the jet.

" What happened?" Bruce was the one to ask, as he and Tony did their best to examine you in the jet.

" She just passed out," Natasha responded with nervousness in her voice.

" I think she might've over exhausted herself. She was helping me on the field, and we almost got overwhelmed," Clint gave his thoughts on the situation.

Steve spoke next," That's impossible. She was helping me when I got swarmed too"

" I thought she was in the sky with us for a while," Thor said.

" None of that makes any sense. If she was in all of those places with you guys, how did she have time to come and save me at the bridge?" Natasha was trying to wrap her head around everything that was going on, but nothing was adding up

Wanda caught everyone's attention," Well her power is adaptability isn't it. If we were all struggling, it's possible that she could multiply in order to help all of us."

Tony nodded his head," That's extremely possible, but would that be enough to make her pass out.? Do we know what other powers she was using"

" Speed, telepathy, healing, and maybe strength," Natasha starts rattling off what she could remember.

" That plus the 3 other Y/n's definitely sounds like it could cause an overload," Bruce concluded.

" Why was she doing so much?" Cap stuck his hand in his hair, trying to stay composed.

There was a small pit of guilt building inside of Natasha. This was her fault. If she never got separated from the group, you wouldn't have had to use so much energy at once.

" It's my fault. Some of the aliens captured me and took me to the bridge. They beat up pretty badly. Y/n used her powers to find me, then she used them again to get there quickly, and she used them again to kill the aliens. I probably would've bled out on that bridge if she didn't heal me"

" This is not your fault, Natasha. We should've come here with a plan. We all got overwhelmed and Y/n saved our asses too. We probably all would've died without her help," Clint placed a comforting hand on Natasha's shoulder.

The rest of the ride to the base was silent. Everyone kept taking glances at your body, hoping that you'd be okay.

When they arrived at the base, they rushed you to the medbay. The doctors insisted that you were fine, besides some small scrapes and bruises. They assumed that you had passed out from extending your abilities, just like the team concluded. All that they could do was wait until you woke up.

“ Why don’t we know more about Y/n?” Wanda asked as the Avengers all gathered at your bed side.

Tony sighed,“ Y/n doesn’t know much about Y/n. She apparently has a not so hero-like past, but she can’t remember any of it”

“ None of us know what she did, just that she agreed to join the team to avoid prison,” Steve adds on.

Natasha stares at your body,“ She’s a good person. No matter what her past was. She’s put everything on the line every time we’ve needed her too”

The air hags in the room with Natasha’s words. They all feel it. Thor is the first to voice what everyone else was thinking,“ We’ve been a shitty team, haven’t we”

“ Not excluding her, but not making her feel welcomed,” Bruce mumbled.

“ We have to do better. Y/n is family,” Steve has finality in his words as he stares at you.

Natasha reaches for your hand and runs her thumb across the back of it,“ We will do better.”

As night swiftly approach, one by one the Avengers cleared out of the medbay; all except for Natasha. She was intent on staying until you woke up. There was something inside of her that was screaming, telling her that she had to be there for you.

You shot up from the bed, with a death grip on the sheets, and unsteady breathing. There was a swirl of panic and confusion in your eyes as you looked around.

You felt a hand gently squeeze yours,“ You're safe here, Y/n”

The panic subsided when you finally got a glimpse of Natasha. The tension in your being went slack, and you propped yourself up against the head of the bed.

“ Do you remember what happened?”

You racked your brain for a second,“ I passed out after we beat the aliens”

Natasha nodded,“ The doctors say you used too much of your power. I didn’t think that was possible”

You thought back farther than you had been able to since joining the team,“ I think I- I remember hitting my power limits before.”

“ What happened?”

You shook your head,“ I don’t know the details, but I was able to just push my limits back after passing out”

“ How?”

You smiled,“ I adapted. Once my body found out I was reaching the threshold of my powers, it assumed I needed more power. It doesn’t know that until I’ve over-exerted myself, though”

It was silent after that. Neither of you knowing what to say. Natasha’s hand was still in yours and if she didn’t remove it, you weren’t going to ask. It was nice to have her here with you. It brought you comfort, a feeling that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“ Is everyone else alright?”

Natasha nodded,“ Besides worrying about you, everyone is ok”

You shifted in your bed to make direct eye contact with her,” Are you alright?”

She chuckled,” I should be asking you that, but I’m ok thanks to you”

Your face flushed a little,“ It’s not a big deal”

“ It is a big deal to me. As a thank-you let me take you out some time”

Your eyes widened, and you blinked comically at the woman,“ You want to… go out… with me?”

“ If that’s something you’d like, yes”

You sighed,” Because I saved your life. Look, if this is some sort of pity date, I don’t want it”

Natasha was quick to dispute your thoughts,” No, not just because you saved my life. I… I want to get to know you better, Y/n. I want to spend time with you that’s not work related. If you’d be open to it, I’d even want this to be more than a friendly outing. I want to take you on a proper date”

You were frozen in your spot. Your composure was slipping by the moment. If there was a time you had been actively pursued by someone, you didn’t remember it. Natasha was nearly perfect in your mind, and it didn’t make any sense that she wanted to go out with you. However, you were not going to question it. For once in your life, you were just going to go along with it.

“I’d like that a lot”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #The Avengers #Steve Rogers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #bruce banner #clint barton #thor #natasha romanov #lowkeyerror

[evelxtus]

Hi hi, Zhona-san! Its been a while since I last requested something so I hope you dont mind me dropping one again to you hehehe! But first of all, tho, I love your new theme waahhhh its so cuteeee and fluffy😫💕💕 but anyway, lmao, can I request fluff with best boy (it can be scenario or anything u prefer!) Albedo accidentally traveling to the future where he found that he already married reader (which he was hopelessly pining in the present lmao) and he talked to his older self like "bro, better move that slow arse of urs before u regret it" or smth like an encouragement lol.

But my request of request to you, Zhona-san, please take care!! And happy early winter holiday to you!! ilysm 💖💖💖

- birb 🐦 anonie

Tʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ☁️

pairing. . . albedo x gn! reader.

warnings. . . you two are married in the future, i refer to the albedo of the past as pastbedo a couple of times hshds, and fluff fluuuff.

a/n. . . BELOVED BIRB ANON I'm always so happy to see you around!!! I couldn't help but write for this as soon as I saw your request, it's precious!! Hope you're good as well, I'm always here for you and happy early winter holidays to you too 💕💕

His feelings towards you were confusing, yet strong. Why did his heart beat so fast when you were around? Why can't he prevent his gaze from wandering off your figure as he watches everything you do, no matter how irrelevant it may be? He had already figured it was love, but he didn't want to risk anything for it. What if he makes a mistake and it's fatal for your relationship? In this field, it'll be the one in which you see the poor alchemist the most insecure about. He's so lost about this kind of love.

When Albedo accidentally travels to the future, he feels really stunned... it seems all the same in his camp. A voice behind him startles him. “I see you managed to do it, I congratulate you.” It was his own voice, with a tone of amusement from the confusion of the Albedo from the past.

“How... how did I do it?” he walks slowly, running his hands over the table, the books, the shelves as he passes. Everything looks exactly the same, but what he's really paying special attention to is himself from the future, who from time to time looks out the entrance making sure no one passes by.

“That doesn't matter, you'll see once you come back.” he responds with a small smile, crossing his arms, glancing at the other Albedo. “It's curious, right? You are from the past, I am from your future, but we are both in the present at this very moment. We certainly crossed our limits with this discovery, huh?”

The one from the past frowned at him, remembering something important. “And y/n? Everything is fine?”

“Look behind you. You have missed a few... important details.” he answers, and Pastbedo obeys. On the cold wall, there hangs a picture of the two of you together. And on the shelves there are some objects that you usually take everywhere. Pastbedo opens his mouth as if to say something, but he's too busy putting all the pieces of the puzzle together in his mind. He turns, and the last piece makes sense of it all. The Albedo from the future has a sparkling ring on his finger, showing it to him proudly after removing the glove, with a small smile showing 0 regrets on his face.

“Have I... married...?” he can hardly formulate the words correctly. His cheeks turn pale pink as his lips tremble slightly with excitement. He doesn't know what to do, he just stares at the photo behind his back again, looking at you, and only you. You are still just as precious as you're in the past.

“Why do you hesitate so much? Why did I hesitate so much?” Albedo from the future speaks again, causing the other to return to reality. “Look to you. You are in love. And look at me. Is there still something to be questioned about it? Come on, Albedo, move. Move at once and don't waste any more time. You'll make y/n so happy.” His voice grew a little higher and higher, the Albedo of the past staring at him desperately as his vision began to blur.

His hand reached out in a futile attempt to grab the clothes of the other Albedo, who was looking at him with a smile from his position. “Wait! There are more things that--”

And blackness.

Returning to the present, Albedo gasped loud, and he was welcomed into the timeline that corresponded to him with your hand gently pushing him towards your chest. To your surprise, he clung to your arm, snuggling closer to you as the thoughts of him reordered inside his mind. And although he was calming down again, he was still clinging to you.

And he was not willing to let you let go, not until he told you his true feelings, which now made sense thanks to that accidental travel to the future.

“y/n...” he whispers. He closes his eyes as he brushes his cheek slightly against your chest, grasping your arm more firmly. His voice's a bit breathy, his heart beating fast in anticipation of what he was going to say. The excitement of revelation running through his veins, the excitement of knowing exactly what love feels like, and it was like ecstasy to him.

“I love you.”

#💜— 🐦anon #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles #genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo fluff #albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo drabbles #albedo scenarios

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - 🕑 2:25

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

Recommended song: Inevitable by Suzy

A/N: hmm, its almost 2:30.. stay with me till the end? :) feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

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"I felt the connection when our eyes first met

Was it a misunderstanding of my own?

With that sunny and innocent smile

I made a fool of myself

The day you left my side

All those many pink colored memories

Faded into blue"

Seokjin helped Haru put her bags in the car, taking her home and leaving Jungkook at his apartment. The two arrive and unload Haru's bag at her house and say their goodbyes, promising to FaceTime with each other later. Haru saw your car at the door, so she knew you were home, but she was surprised you haven't come to see her yet.

"Wide cat, are you there? I'm home", she saw the light of your room up. "Where are you going, YN?!", Haru asked in shock, as she saw you putting the rest of your things in the suitcase.

"Home.", you lied, and Haru shook his head.

"WHAT? Tell me you're not going to that house again! That place is not your home, YN, and you know that!", she takes the bag from your hand, and you see the sadness in her eyes.

“Please, don’t look at me like that, Haru…"

"Like WHAT?", she asks, exasperated.

"Like you're disappointed."

Haru saw you were about to cry, but she couldn't back away now, or you'd do something you'll regret the rest of your life.

"Stop it, YN! Enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! Stop acting like you have nobody who cares about you!", she throws her arms in the air in frustration. "You have me! You have Jungkook and so many people here for you! So no, you don’t have to go back and deal with your crappy parents again. I won't let you do this."

"I just don't know what to do, Haru.", you confessed, letting the tears come again. Haru didn't know exactly what you were talking about, but one thing she knew for sure is that she wasn't gonna let you go that easily.

"You can do anything. Any fucking thing, YN. Just don't go back there. You can't do that."

You sat on the couch running your hands through your hair, and she sat right beside you. "You can talk to Jungkook about it. You can.", she assures you. "Stop letting them make you miserable, YN. You had enough. I really think you could talk to Jungkok. If he doesn't understand then fine, you'll move on, but you didn't even give him a chance. I feel like you are so overwhelm 'cause you insist on taking all this heavy stuff in your chest alone. Stop trying to live like you're all alone, YN."

"I wanna talk to him about it… I just… I wouldn't know where to start. He doesn't even want to see me anymore."

"You're wrong.", Haru assures you. "I think he's jus-"

~knoc knoc~

You both look at the door, unsure of who was knocking.

"YN?", you heard the voice you love the most in this world. Jungkook's. He knocked hard again. "YN, open the door! I need to talk to you, and I'm not leaving until I do!", he kept knocking hard, desperate to see you.

You look at Haru who's just as shocked as you.

"I saw your car outside! C'mon!", Jungkook yelled, knocking again.

"What are you waiting for?", she signs for you impatiently. "Open that door before he breaks it! YOU BETTER STOP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR, JUNGKOOK! SHE'S GOING!"

Jungkook stops knocking, his heart beating fast. Thank God you were there. You open the door slowly, not knowing what's going on or why is Jungkook knocking at your door after literally say he didn't have hope in your relationship. He doesn't waste a second once you open the door, pulling you closer to him and kissing you.

"Now, you listen to me, carefully", Jungkook rest his forehead on yours, holding your face between his hands, catching his breath. "Whatever it is you have going on: You don't have to tell me. I'll listen if you wanna tell me, but I don't have to know, ok? I trust you and I love you, YN. I just need you to understand that you're not alone. Not anymore. I'm right here with you. I've always been, and we'll figure all the rest together. I love you in every possible way."

You nod, kissing him back, letting the tears fall down. Why he was saying that? What changed?

Jungkook pulled away, holding your face again, making sure you were paying attention. "I don't wanna let you go, babe. I tried and I can't. I don't want to. So yeah, let's be friends or whatever you want us to be, 'cause I'm not willing to let you go again, YN. Come back to me."

"For you who came back to me

I'll give you everything

Forever as we are

We will never part ways"

#jungkook fanfic #2:30 #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jk x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook fic recs #jungkook fiction #jungkook fics

[ijustwant2write]

‘I want that with you’-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @misskatesharma​)

Requested by @elennox03: ‘I’d like to request an Anthony Bridgerton x read imagine. I’m a huge sucker for husband!anthony. Can you write an imagine where Anthony and his wife are visiting the Bridgerton house and he sees his wife with his youngest sibilings and he realizes he wants to be a dad. When they leave and go back to their house he admits to her that he wants a kid and it’s really fluffy and maybe a little smutty? 🥺’

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Bridgerton family x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF, SMUT

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Anthony sat at the table, newspaper in hand as he waited for his wife to join him for breakfast. The servants were ready to serve the food as soon as the Viscountess sat down. Anthony was engrossed in the headlines of the day, until he heard someone descending the stairs. He hoped it was his wife, smiling when he saw the doors being opened for her in his peripheral. 

“Good morning darling.” he greeted.

“Good morning. Sorry to keep you waiting, last time we visited your family I promised Hyacinth I would wear this dress, it is her favourite.” she approached him, kissing him on the forehead before taking her seat, where a servant pushed it in for her. 

“No bother, we shall still be there on time.” Anthony put down the newspaper as breakfast was laid out in front of them.

“I am excited to be visiting again. Especially since Daphne’s season is coming up.”

Anthony’s happy expression vanished at the thought.“Don’t remind me.”

(Y/N) giggled at her husband as they started eating.“Here he is, the protective older brother.”

“Well, I have to be. We both know men will come flocking towards her, and she will be so hypnotised by it that she won’t think about getting to know them. And to add to that, I know a majority of the men in this community, they go to my club, and there’s a lot I don’t want near her.”

“Oh darling, don’t get yourself too stressed over these matters. I’m sure you will have no trouble finding someone for her. Now let us eat, I am starving.”

Once they finished, the pair headed to the foyer, their servants already waiting with gloves, coats and capes, as well as a hat for Anthony. They put on everything, (Y/N) taking Anthony’s arm as they walked outside to the carriage. The couple didn’t need to speak to enjoy each others company, still holding hands as they looked out of the windows, the familiar streets passing by, before they both recognised the area in which their family lived in. (Y/N) loved being a Bridgerton, not only because she had fallen completely in love with Anthony, but because he had the most wonderful family. She had many friends who’s families were stuck up, or too strict, with some only just liking their husbands. (Y/N)’s whole body filled up with adoration for Anthony every time she looked at him, and her heart swelled whenever he looked back. (Y/N) knew she was extremely lucky, and she was thankful for that every single day. 

When they arrived at the Bridgerton house, they were welcomed in, taken to the drawing room where the entire family was sat. Gregory and Hyacinth were the first to make a move, jumping off of their chairs and shouting out their brother and sister-in-law’s names. Anthony scooped up his younger brother as (Y/N) knelt down to capture Hyacinth in a hug. When the married couple had first started courting, Hyacinth had been in awe of (Y/N), wondering if Anthony was in love with a princess.

The rest of the Bridgerton’s also stood to welcome Anthony and (Y/N). Hyacinth took (Y/N)’s hand and pulled her towards the sofa, sitting down together. She looked over (Y/N)’s dress, thrilled that she remembered to wear that one. As Violet began a conversation with (Y/N), Anthony approached Daphne, intending to talk about her upcoming season, but she beat him to it.

“Anthony, I should like to ask you a few questions regarding my debut.” Daphne started.

“Wonderful, I was just about to bring up the matter. So, in a few weeks, you shall be presented-”

“No, I know how it all works brother. Mama has told me all about it. I wanted to ask you about, well, the more personal side of it. And I think it would benefit me to see it from a gentleman’s perspective.”

Anthony dreaded to think what she would come up with.“Ah, maybe this is a conversation for mama-”

“I was wondering what it felt like when you realised (Y/N) was the one for you. How did you choose her? Was it something that stood out? Something I should be doing?”

Anthony chuckled at his sister’s questions, and how innocent she was. He wished she would stay like this forever.“I believe it is different for everyone sister. I...I don’t know how to explain it, but,” he looked over to (Y/N), who now had Hyacinth cuddled into her side as she and Violet talked,“it felt right. Like when you know the answer to a question, and that feeling of certainty goes through you. You don’t have any ‘what ifs’ about the future, because you know that no matter what happens, they will be the person by your side.”

Daphne smiled as she glanced in the same direction, before looking back to her brother. She had seen that expression of his many times when he was with (Y/N), and she wished someone would look at her that way during her season.

“(Y/N),” Gregory caught her attention. He was sat on the floor,“will we be having a cousin soon? Some of my friends have loads of cousins to play with.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure how to answer, and Violet sensed that. The older siblings felt a slight awkwardness in the air, knowing it was a touchy subject.

Violet smiled, trying to lighten the mood.“Why don’t we take lunch outside? It is such a beautiful day.”

The eldest siblings all quickly agreed, moving almost immediately. Gregory felt that he had said something wrong, especially wen he saw (Y/N)’s face. Anthony was about to comfort her when Gregory stood up and held her hand, Hyacinth was already holding the other one. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” he said, pouting slightly.

(Y/N) gave him a comforting smile, kneeling down between the two.“Don’t worry, you did no such thing. Tell you what, why don’t we play outside after lunch? But you’ve got to let me win at least one game.”

The children giggled, knowing that (Y/N) had never been very good at winning whatever games they played. But both nodded, going ahead of her when she gently pushed them forwards. Standing back up, she realised Anthony had been watching her the whole time.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he replied, quickly pecking her on the lips.“Come, let us join our family.”

The rest of the afternoon went by too fast for (Y/N)’s liking. Over lunch she discussed Daphne’s debut, giving her advice on how to deduct herself and little ways to flirt when Anthony and Violet weren’t listening. Their giggles didn’t go unnoticed, Anthony scolding Collin and Benedict for not paying attention to the girls. 

“(Y/N), can we go play now?” Gregory asked as soon as she was finished eating.

“Gregory, you have only just finished for food too. Wait a while, otherwise you will have a bad stomach.” Violet warned him.

“She is not a toy for you two to play with. Some of us would like to speak with (Y/N) too you know.” Daphne pointed out, only to have Gregory stick his tongue out at her.

“We will play once our food has settled, yes?” (Y/N) nodded to the children, who knew they would be waiting as the grown ups talked. 

Anthony had that thought again. Hyacinth and Gregory adored (Y/N), and she had such a way with children. And it wasn’t all smooth sailing with these two, (Y/N) had told them off a few times. It was natural thing that came to her, a natural thing he had put off for so long. Of course, they wanted to enjoy their time together without children, but seeing her like this, and with children of friends started to make him think that perhaps it was time. (Y/N) had only ever expressed her wanting of children once, which lead to an argument. Anthony had always felt pressured to be the one to marry first and produce heirs, so when he found (Y/N), his mama subtly hinted to him about having a baby as soon as possible; just to spite her, Anthony convinced (Y/N) not to dive headfirst into parenthood, something she went along with because she saw how stressed Anthony became on the subject. However, (Y/N) didn’t want to be past her time before it was too late to have a child.

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said as she, the two youngest and Collin stood on the grass,“what game are we playing?”

“Hide and seek!” Hyacinth quickly shouted before Gregory could even open his mouth.

“That’s so boring!” her brother whined.

“And aren’t (Y/N) and I slightly too big to be hiding?” Collin pointed out.

(Y/N) mocked offence.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”

(Y/N) laughed at him, much to Collin’s relief.

“Gregory, we do always play whatever you want.” (Y/N) said.“We’ll play hide and seek today.”

Hyacinth cheered, saying (Y/N) was the seeker before running off. Gregory was fast behind her, whilst Collin shrugged at (Y/N), going off to hide too. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes as she smiled, turning the other way and beginning to count. The others were still sat at the table, engrossed in a conversation, but Anthony was still watching (Y/N). She shook her head at him, still counting until she reckoned they were given enough time to hide. She announced she was coming, looking under benches and around trees and hedges, behind statues and pillars. Collin was the first to be found, unfortunately he was right about being too big to hide. They both set out to find the other two, keeping as quiet as they could.

(Y/N) heard rustling behind her, before something moved in behind the rose bushes. She held back for a moment, waking alongside it slowly to not alert the player  of her presence. Once they had no where else to go, (Y/N) waited for them to make a run for it, jumping out at them. This caused them to collide as they both yelped out, but ending up laughing as (Y/N) realised it was Hyacinth that she had caught. As they sat up, with (Y/N) checking she hadn’t hurt the girl, Collin came bounding over with Gregory over his shoulder.

Anthony knew what he wanted, and in that moment he had no patience. He wanted to tell (Y/N) about his intentions now, but knew it would be better to have that conversation in private. It was going to happen tonight, he needed to say it.

On the way home, (Y/N) noticed how Anthony’s hand was on her thigh, rather than holding her hand, and he was as close to her as he could possibly be. He kept kissing her too, holding her face in his other hand. Some were gentle and long kisses, other were hungry and passionate. (Y/N) was flustered, wondering why he was acting this way. When they arrived home, Anthony took her hand in his, quickly guiding her upstairs to their room.

“Anthony, what are-”

(Y/N) was silenced as he kissed her again, his hands now holding her waist. She embraced it, gripping onto his biceps as he walked them towards the bed. He pulled away, scooping her into his arms and gently laying her down on the bed. He straddled her, leaning down to kiss her again as she pushed off his jacket, trying to take off his shirt too. He sat up, taking it off, and for a moment, he was content with just looking at his wife. 

“Anthony?” she whispered.

His urges drove him forward, kissing down her neck and on top of her breasts, pulling her to sit up with him so he could undo her dress. She told him to stand, as did she, turning around so it was easier to rid of the garment. Once it was off, he pressed his body against the back of hers, taking a second to slow down. He ran his hands from her lower back, rounding her waist and cupping her breasts. She moaned at his touch, purposefully pushing against his crotch. He moved her to face him, knowing he had to tell her what was on his mind now before he completely forgot about them.

“(Y/N).” was all he managed to get out.

“Yes?” she looked back up at him with her beautiful eyes. 

“I...I want us to have a family.”

“I do too.”

“No, I mean...I’m ready.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I know I am. After seeing you today with my brother and sister, well, whenever you’re around children, I realised how selfish I have been. I married you because I love you. And love comes in many forms. One way to express our love is by creating a family of our own.”

“Anthony, are you sure? Because, because you know how happy that would make me?”

He smiled.“And that’s all I want to do, make you happy.”

“You do so every day. But this means the world to me. I love you.”

“I love you, so much. We’re ready (Y/N), we know what we both want. I want that with you.”

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