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mangosrar · 6 months

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call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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thehighladywrites · 2 months

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— “I’m just a girl!”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor azriel x bimbo/ditzy reader

☀︎ — summary: you tell azriel you don’t know what taxes are, and that you haven’t filed them ever

☀︎ — warnings: fluff, dramatic reader, azriel being sweet and educational

☀︎ — amara’s note: man i wish i was her rn💔 also this is so fucking real bc what on earth are taxes???

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“Baby, please, you have got to grasp the gravity of this situation. Not filing your taxes is no joke. You could end up behind bars for tax evasion! There was a whole mandatory course last semester, didn’t you take it?” Azriel's tone is firm, his concern painted all over his face as he stands infront of you.

When you revealed that you didn't know what taxes were or how to "file" them, Azriel got worried sick, emphasizing the importance of understanding basic responsibilities like this.

He brought you into the living room, seated you on the sofa, and stood in front of you, carefully explaining step by step why not filing taxes was illegal and how to fix the situation. However, no matter how hard you try, you can't focus on his words, your attention completely consumed by his built muscles. Your mind goes blank as you find yourself daydreaming about him taking off his shirt.

Azriel knows you’re not focusing on his words, he knows you’re ogling his body, and even though he gets warm and loves it, he needs you to focus on the topic, at least for a few minutes.

“Are you paying attention, baby?”

You honestly don’t get it at all. Like, if they take tax from you when you’re shopping, shouldn’t they already know how much you owe or whatever? And who even are the IRS? Can’t you just live your life without all this complicated stuff? Why does Azriel have to make everything so...ugh, what's the word? Complicated?

“Oh my god, Azzie! Stop it, I don’t wanna do this and I don’t understand anything. Please, I’m just a girl!” you exclaim dramatically pulling your knees to your chest as you hide your face in your hands, tears prickling in your eyes. You’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation and the sheer thought of dealing with stupid taxes.

Azriel sighs deeply, his brows furrowing as he takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. If he doesn’t have a gray hair by the end of the week, he’ll consider it a win. As much as he wants you to understand what is wrong with basically committing a crime, he doesn’t want you crying, he feels sick to his stomach seeing you so sad but he just has to fucking ask.

“You’re—You're just a girl— sweetheart, what does that even mean?” he asks gently, completely flabbergasted by your statement.

You fold your arms over your chest, chin held high as you say, “Ya heard me, m’just a girl. And that means i should not be doing any of this, i should be living my best life instead of thinking about whatever taxes are.”

Azriel just looks at you with raised eyebrows, man you’re stressing him the fuck out. Luckily he caught your illegal activities early otherwise you would have gone to prison for sure. Even though he thinks it was ridiculous for a person to have never done their taxes ever, he doesn’t hold you against it. He just slumps his shoulders, taking a breather. Azriel can never be mad at you, never at his sweet angel. Especially not when you look so upset, big sparkly eyes looking at him with worry.

It’s in that moment. That tiny moment, he decides to never confront you with your mistakes. Sure you almost went to jail, but Azriel is here now. He is intelligent enough to think about the more serious issues for the both of you. And he will for the rest of his life, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He wants to take care of you.

“You’re right, my love, you shouldn’t worry about this. I’ll take care of it,” Azriel assures you, his tone gentle as he tucks a strand behind your ear.

You look up at him, eyes shiny with unshed tears as your face lights up before you stand up and jump into his arms, showering his face with kisses, your excitement bubbling over.

“Awe, you're the best baby, I love you so, so, soooo much!” you exclaimed, your words flowing freely in your ditzy excitement.

He laughs shyly, still getting nervous when you show him affection. “I love you too, beautiful.”

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soxcietyy · 4 months

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So I was thinking about virgin Y/n begging experienced Gojo to do it with her after he refused many times not wanting to rush her into things she could regret later on but then after she begged and begged he ended up fucking her at the edge of the bed forcing her to look in the mirror how he fucks her, with lots of praising.

Please?!

Gojo x virgin reader

First time writing on Gojo sooo here we go.

"Please?!"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No."

"Pleaseeeee?!"

"Since you put it that way I guess I’ll still say no. What’s up with you? Your being so persistent about something we’ve talked about before. Your not ready y/n" he said as he slouched onto the couch.

You decide to sit next to him with a disappointed look on your face. So he could see how much his answer affected you. It’s been 7 month of you guys dating and you still had yet to get some action.

You curse yourself for ruining your opportunity the first time. It was when you guys where two months in and he had you on his bed. You guys were kissing and taking his clothes off first because you were too embarrassed to do it first. You were so nervous that in the middle of making out you blurted out that fact that you were a virgin. His eyes widened at your response and he got off of you immediately, nothing ever happened after.

You didnt understand why that happened. Other people told you how much of a whore your boyfriend was before dating you and that he would sleep with anyone that caught his eye. Now he decided to be a saint and go months without doing it. You could remember googling if being a virgin was bad. How to seduce your boyfriend into doing it with you. Is my boyfriend broken?

You didn’t really gain much information with that last one.

You lay on his lap defeated. You laid down facing him so he could see how sad you were from the answer he just gave you. Were you meant to die a virgin? Looking up at him you could see how his pupils moved around from watching tv.

"Gojo please? Iv heard it’s bad for a guy to be pent up like that." You say.

He looks down at you with a smile,"thank you for your concern but I’m fine trust me." He said.

Maybe it was time you try to seductively win him over. You remember everything that Reddit post said about doing it. You just gotta look hot and do sexual things. When you thought about the example you’ve read your face turned red. How in the world do they think your going to put his fingers in your mouth so you can suck on them?! This was to embarrassing and scandalous. You cover your face not wanting to think about it anymore. You could also feel his gaze on you as he watched you.

Fuck it you’ll just suck him off. You took a deep breath before quickly unzipping his pants and unbuttoned it. He froze at your sudden antics and sighed as he tried to stop you. You pushing his hands away thought and got him member out of his pants. It was as big as you remember it being.

"Whenever your done doing whatever this is can you please put it back?" He raised a brow.

You shrug and put the tip in your mouth making him jump. "Hey get it out of your mouth." He says trying to push you off of him. You refused and went as deep as you could. To the point of your eyes watering and your mouth feeling so full that you gagged.

"You realize your less than halfway right?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He didn’t know weather to feel second hand embarrassment or surprise by your willingness.

"You know what fine, I’ll give you what you want but just know I’m not going to go easy on you. I keep telling you your not ready and you don’t listen. If you won’t listen to me then I won’t listen when your crying later." He said standing up and carrying you into his room over him shoulder.

Finally, this was a win for you. Your finally managed to convince him to do it with you!

He laid you on the bed and began to take his clothes off. When he finished he turned to you and began to take your shirt off. You gasp remembering that you haven’t even been fully naked in front of him. He slowly took them off as he buried his eyes onto your skin. Looking at everything he hasn’t seen before. You felt so exposed nervous at the same time. Looking at body you admired how it was built. As if he were an god or something. Your eyes narrow down to his member and you notice something. Did it get bigger?!

"Don’t get all shy on me now." He cooes as he easily read you. your try to hide your breast from him since he was starting to stare daggers into them.

He leans in and kisses you passionately as he removes your hands and puts them on your side. He kissed you so desperate that it was hard to keep up with him. His tongue in your mouth as he explored everything. You didn’t seem to notice that he was taking your bottoms off since he was keeping your attention somewhere else. When you did notice you jump.

"Wait! This is too fast no?" You say pushing his face away.

"We would of been doing the deed by now if it wasn’t for you dragging things on like this." He said as he slipped your bottoms off in one go.

Your hand immediately moves to cover yourself but by the time you almost reach it Gojo is already eating you out. You throw your head back at the weird sensation. This isn’t okay right? Like is he even supposed to be doing that? You squirm feeling how the tongue moved inside of you.

"Du chu ike at?" You hear him say as he ate you out.

You looked at him confused not begging able to understand a word. He emerges from inbetween your legs and shoved two finger in you making you gasp.

"I said, do you like that?" He smirked at you as he started to curl his fingers inside of you repeatedly.

"Stop doing that and put it in my already!" You furrow your brow.

"Your no fun," he exhaled deeply as he sat In front of you and spread your legs wide.

You once again cover your face from embarrassment. You could feel how he shoved around to a position. You couldn’t help but be scared. You’ve been told that losing your virginity can be so painful while others say that it didn’t hurt at all. Hopefully it was going to be painless. Your attention was brought back by him rubbing his member up and down your cunt. Smacking it a few times on you making you jump.

Clearly he was taunting you and trying to see if you tapped out last minute. You take a deep breath as you mentally prepared yourself. There’s no way your backing out now. You feel how the tip of his member was slowly pushed in. Nothing bad until he continues to go in. It felt like he was going to rip you apart.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! It hurts!" You tell as you started pushing him back with your leg.

You could hear him chuckle as he grabbed your foot that you placed on his chest to force him back.

"Y/n, I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you." He pushes your leg down to your chest.

Your eyes widen realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you initially thought it would be. He continued to slide in as you frantically try to stop him. Your begging him to stop and to go slower.

"Gojo, please it hurts so bad! I can’t, I can’t!" You say as tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

He leans into you and caresses your chin as he whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl and take me. This is what you’ve been begging for no? I’m giving it to you so how about a thank you?" He said as he leaned back.

He mouthed 'thank you' to you as a way for you to do what he said.

You shake your head not wanting to do something like that. You could see a devilish grin form on his face as he began to press into you again. The same burning and painful sensation started again.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You yell hoping it would stop him and that it did.

"You know the best way to get me all the way inside with only a bit of pain?" He asks you.

You look at him hoping for a good resolution to this.

"It’s distraction, so I’m going to try to distract you as I go inside of almost like this!" He finished his sentence as he rams into you.

Your body lurched from the pain and you let out a loud cry. That had to be one of the most painful experiences in your life. Tears began to fall from your eyes from the pain.

"Aw my poor sugar cube don’t cry. I know it hurts a lot but I needed to get inside. Right now your insides are getting used to me so just relax. You did such a good job." He said as he ran his fingers on your shaking thigh.

You nod at him as you wipe your tears away. It took a bit for your body to get kind of used to him. When he noticed he he slid out and turned you around. He told you to get on fours and to look at yourself in the mirror.

"I think iv been pretty patient with you so it’s my turn to have fun okay? Be a good girl and no cryin" he kisses you on the head.

Once again he slid inside of you fully making you want to cry again. You see as he shook his finger at you telling you not to cry. You shut your eyes and fight off the tears. Once he decided to move he slid out and slammed into you fully. Your jaw drops a bit from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. This was something new to you. A feeling that made you feel a way you couldn’t describe. He did it a few times before saying something.

"That’s it huh? That’s your sweet spot. Found it faster than I thought I would. Now we can have real fun." He smiles.

He grabs you by the hips and digs deep into your cunt making you moan. He rolled his over and over again.

"Such a good girl, this is what you wanted huh?" He praised you.

He grabbed you by the hair making you look straight in the mirror as he pushed you down. He made sure your ass was still up as he pounded you forcefully.

"Gonna make you into such a whore for my cock only." He groans as your walls tighten.

He pounded you so aggressively that you gripped on the bed sheets and let out whimpers. He forced you to look at how me drilled your virgin hole with no mercy. The wet sounds filling your ears as he continued.

"I feel weird Gojo, ah! Something feels really off." You moan.

"Fuck, your gonna come huh? Be a good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to leave a mess on it." He says as he doesn’t stop. He pushed your head down as he went in you harder. Your legs began to shake as you orgasmed. Tears began to fall as you finished so hard. The sensation was something so amazing. You couldn’t move from the after math of it. You felt so weak and out of energy.

"Common get back up, i haven’t finished yet."

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instagram official | blake hughes au

blake hughes masterlist

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blake.hughes life lately :)

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jackhughes suit jacket looks a lil familiar...🧐

blake.hughes oh really?😁

nicohischier whoevers jacket it is has really nice taste! liked by blake.hughes

trevorzegras 🤭🤭

user00 wtf are u giggling about?

blake.hughes wait trev do u know?

trevorzegras yea jack called a mandatory ft a few days ago

blake.hughes omfg??

trevorzegras im happy for u goldie!

user01 BLAKE WATCH OUT!!! THERES A MAN BESIDE U!!

user02 blakes got a bf? omg im so happy for her

user03 monroes the cutest cat omfg

user04 wait can we acknowledge trevor calling blake goldie? what is that

user05 its been a thing for awhile now! he started calling her goldie after she won olympic gold! he mentioned it in an interview or something i think

user04 NICO NICO NICO

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nicohischier Happy Holidays!😈❤️

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jackhughes 🔥🔥

blake.hughes 😈

user09 using the "😈" when soft launching ur teammates sister is crazy

user10 waittt who's he dating?

user09 streets are saying hes dating blake hughes! she recently posted a soft launch AND she was caught liking thirst edits of him😭

user10 oh theyre so unserious😭😭

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blake.hughes added to their story !

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nicohischier the best december :)

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blake.hughes :)

blake.hughes you make me beyond happy

nicohischier Du bringst mich zum Lächeln❤️

jackhughes nice but was the last pic really necessary?

nicohischer my bad

lhughes_06 does this mean I get to call you dad now?

jackhughes no

_quinnhughes no

user17 BLAKE???????

user18 OMFG ITS CONFIRMED THEY BOTH POSTED

user18 at the same time too like thats soulmatism😭🙏

user19 nicos reply in german... im gonna kms theyre so cute wtf😭

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blake.hughes my nico<3

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jackhughes … yours🤨

jackhughes pretty sure he was mine first bud

blake.hughes right but out of the two of us, who does he spend his nights with?

jackhughes WOAH?????

trevorzegras i think he’s ALL of ours

jackhughes no

blake.hughes no

nicohischier my girl❤️

trevorzegras 👽🍿

blake.hughes ok

_quinnhughes FINALLY🙏

jackhughes ?

_quinnhughes i’ve been waited for MONTHS for them to go ig official you don’t understand

jackhughes how tf did you find out so soon? Dawson literally told me like 2 weeks ago

_quinnhughes I know everything.

jackhughes alright mr. “i don’t really consider myself someone who knows what’s going on”

_quinnhughes they probably could’ve made out in front of you and you still wouldn’t have realized… mr. “I didn’t know there was a city in New Jersey”

trevorzegras Trevor ZEGRAS🧡

user20 in every pic of blake and nico hes always touching her in some way... like he loves her so bad they are my parents

user21 THE WAY BLAKE LOOKS AT NICO IM GOING TO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE THEY LOOK SO IN LOVE

user22 oh to be a fly on the wall when jack found out about the news...

user23 bro was definitely pouting he has such intense middle child syndrome

user24 MY NICO... MY GIRL??? ?OHHH ITS SO OVER THEY'RE SO DAMN CUTE

user25 i'm so glad that blake is happy after everything that happened... she deserves it the most<33

user26 NICO AND BLAKE ARE FR DATING??? WHY WHY WHY WHY

user27 ? get serious

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About You | Day 8 | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Discussing tits?? Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: Let me know what you think! :)

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“Holy shit!”

Keeley’s face was horrified by the picture on your screen. It was your face the morning after the match. The bruising had spread from the bridge of your nose to your forehead and your cheeks. The swelling had been minimal, and you were lucky that you hadn’t gotten a black eye. You had still taken the day after the match off, however, for that reason, and because you desperately needed to get started on the article.

Though, it had been weird being away. That had been the first day in a week where you didn’t see or hear from Jamie. There were too many instances where you thought about texting or phoning him. But ultimately, you didn’t speak to him at all. Maybe that was why you were able to be so productive. You had gotten a decent chunk written, and had transferred the audio, video and picture files all onto your laptop and organised them.

But now you were back in action, face caked in makeup to hide the extensive bruises and anti-inflammatories taken to bring the swelling down. When you ran into Keeley in the car park, she had asked if you knew why Jamie had been pulled from the match. Roy, she had said, was so angry about it, despite the win they still claimed, that he just couldn’t tell her. So of course, you had to tell her what had happened.

“He really pummelled him though?” She asked. You nodded. She looked pleased. “Good for him. That prick sounds like he deserved it.” Retelling the story had brought back the feelings from the day prior, making you shake your head.

“I’ve never been defended like that before.”

You weren’t looking at her as you stared at the picture of yourself, but you could feel her studying your expression.

“Jamie’s amazing to have on your side once you have him,” She said in a quiet voice. When you looked at her again, you could see what she was thinking just by the look on her face. It felt like she was seeing right through you, reading your mind. Maybe she was.

“He is,” You finally said with a nod. She nodded back in understanding, biting back a smile.

You tried to distract yourself from the butterflies in your stomach. The breeze felt nice, blowing just enough to cool you down from the sunny warmth without being considered too windy. It felt a little too bright outside, but maybe that was from the injury you were sporting. Your head had been incredibly sensitive, easily developing a headache at the drop of a hat.

“Quite a relationship the two of you have developed over the last week,” She remarked innocently before taking a sip of her coffee. You broke eye contact as you began to look around.

“It’s crazy what can be accomplished after yelling at each other in the car about our feelings,” You told her.

Keeley was never a stupid woman, and you never took her for one. You could dance around the topic as much as you wanted, but you could tell by the way she looked at you in this moment, that she knew everything about the conundrum going on in your head. For a brief second, you considered the idea of talking to her about it. Maybe she’d have some insight for you. She was, after all, the most qualified person you knew to give you advice when it came to player number 9 of AFC Richmond. You took a deep breath.

“Can I tell-”

“Are we workin’ out here today?”

The both of you jumped a kilometre in the air before whirling around. Jamie approached with a look of amusement on his face.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Jamie,” Keeley scolded with a hand dramatically over her heart. “You nearly gave me a fuckin’ heart attack.” He couldn’t help but grin mischievously while she continued to shake her head. Your heart was racing, and you knew it wasn’t just due to the fear you had felt moments before.

“Sorry,” He said, without an ounce of apology in his tone. When he glanced at you, he immediately looked away, the smile on his face seeming to fade away. “Erm, would I be able to talk to ya?” He asked, his eyes finding you again. You looked over at Keeley with a look that begged her to stay.

“Well, see you guys later!” She said. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed the wink she gave you before scurrying off and disappearing through the door.

“Right, erm.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking around as if something in the car park would help him. You watched him carefully. He looked so guilty, and sad.

“I just, erm…” He tried again, but trailed off. Finally, he inhaled, clapping his hands together. “We missed ya at practice yesterday.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

“I missed it too,” You said. Though you knew that’s not what you missed. “I just… I just needed a day for proper work and rest, I think.” He nodded in understanding.

“Your face looks much better than I thought it would,” He said, lifting a hand to point to where you got hit. You stared at his fingertips and remembered how they felt when cradling your head in that little room during the match. It was like your cheeks had the feeling burned into them, for they suddenly grew very warm. You felt embarrassed by how much you wish he would do it again.

“I’m wearing makeup,” You admitted before showing him the picture on your phone. His hand instantly went to face, running downward from his eyes to his chin before dropping back down to his side. His knuckles on that side were covered in bruises, and you had to actively tell yourself to look away.

“I should’ve been more worried about keepin’ you safe than lettin’ me anger get the best of me,” He said. “I know you said it wasn’t me who hit ya, but it still wouldn’t’ve happened if I hadn’t acted like a loon. I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I’m just so sorry.”

You wracked your brain in a desperate attempt to say something, anything, that would make him feel better. But you knew it was all in vain. You knew, in that moment, he was hearing his dad in his head, calling him a fuck up and a monster, or whatever it was he was thinking. But it was all in his expression, as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the pavement.

“You stood up for me,” You reminded him. “You were trying to protect me and keep me safe.” He nodded.

“I was worried ‘bout you bein’ upset by the way you rushed off after the match.”

It was true. When you had woken up back at Richmond that night, with Jamie’s arm around you and head using yours as a pillow, you were filled with a lovely feeling. The team were piling out at the time, clearly having seen the two of you already and no longer paying it any mind. You had woken him gently, allowing him to pull away from you on his own before you rose from your seat. A quick goodbye was exchanged before you left, trying and apparently failing, to appear nonchalant as you stepped off the coach and headed to your car.

“Then you didn’t come in the next day,” Jamie continued, shrugging his shoulders. “I just… I just wanted to make sure you and I are alright.”

You wanted to comfort him with more than just words. With a hug, or the squeeze of a hand. It didn’t feel like the right moment, and you weren’t sure how he would handle the gesture, so you decided against it. You were suddenly hyper aware of your hands at your sides, so you shoved them in your pocket.

“Of course we’re alright,” You said. “No other mate of mine would ever do what you did for me. You may have just gotten promoted to my best friend.” This seemed to placate him, for his face relaxed, now smiling slightly.

“You don’t have any friends who’d break a person’s teeth for ya?” He asked, astonished when you shook your head. “Sounds like ya need to get new mates, yeah?” You turned and started to walk towards the door, him following close behind.

“What makes a person a good friend to you?” You asked him as the fresh air turned into air conditioning. The hallway seemed more sparse than usual, but you wondered if that was because the two of you were now considered tardy.

“They just give a fuck about ya,” He explained, waving to the always excited security guard. “I used to think a good mate was just someone who I knew for a long time and could go to the club with.” He took a long moment to think. “But… now I know that the length of time doesn’t matter, it’s the quality of the person.”

As much as you felt bad about it, you were shocked by his answer.

“That was really thoughtful, Jamie,” You said, staring at him in awe. He straightened his posture.

“I can be thoughtful, sometimes.”

Upon entering the changing room, you were surrounded instantly by players, who all began talking at once and looking over you. You looked around between all of them, overwhelmed as you tried to pick out some of what they were saying.

“Is your nose okay?”

“We were worried when you didn’t come in yesterday!”

“Is it broken? It looks the same…”

“Gentlemen!” You announced, raising your hands up. They all stopped, the silence a huge contrast from a moment before. “My nose is fine, and not broken. It’s just very bruised and painful. I just needed to get some work done and rest my head yesterday, but I missed you all too.”

They all calmed, even looking happy at your words.

“Where’s the bruising?” Van Damme asked, looking closely at your face. “I don’t see any.” You pulled your face away.

“I’m wearing makeup, goofy.” He straightened, making an O shape with his mouth.

“Women are so magical with their makeup abilities,” Dani said in a dreamy tone. “Shapeshifters, they are.” Rolling your eyes with the biggest smile on your face, you turned around and returned to Jamie, who had been watching the whole exchange with an amused grin.

“They really like ya,” He informed you. In the middle of pulling your notepad from your pocket, you froze and looked at him.

“They were more than worried when you didn’t come yesterday, they were havin’ a strop about it.” He pulled his shirt off. You tried not to stare. “Kept askin’ me if you were in hospital or somethin’.” You looked around at the team, who were now getting changed and not paying you any mind. It hadn’t occurred to you that you hadn’t just turned things around with Jamie, you had also changed things with them, as well. When you had started coming around, just over a week ago, they were all standoffish towards you, sending glares at every chance and keeping their distance. Now, they seemed to care about you just as much as you cared about them.

The coaches entered, looking around at the team. Their eyes all fell on you at once, and you thought they would be indifferent. But they all seemed to look almost relieved at the sight of you. The moment was gone as quick as it started, as they began to address the team while you took your notes.

Back to business as usual.

It was an average day on the pitch. For the first hour, you watched as normal. But you began to feel yourself getting antsy, as it seemed to be something you had been watching the same thing over and over again. You thought about the things you’d need from the article. Plenty of pictures filled your phone of him playing, but maybe taking pictures of the stadium itself would be nice. There were lots of pictures and posters of him hanging out that had been proudly displayed by ownership. Maybe you could get a comment from someone who wasn’t a player.

Taking one last look at the pitch, you snuck off to the tunnel. You made an effort to not look back once more to see if your leaving was noticed. The prickle you felt on the back of your neck let you know that at least one person was watching you.

There was something so serene about the club when the hallways weren’t swimming with people. The history on the walls were so fascinating, and being able to have the chance to walk around and actually soak it in made you giddy. Meeting people and interviews were all well and good, but this was your favourite part of your job. The research, the learning, the things you got to see that the layperson did not. You looked at every picture of previous teams, looking for familiar faces and feeling excited when you actually found them.

When you got to the current team’s picture, you felt a surge of pride as you took a photo of it. This team had become so important to you in the last week, and you found yourself wondering if you would feel the same in a week, a month, even a year. Would they say hello if they saw you at an event? Would they reply to your comment amongst a sea of fan replies on Instagram? Would they even care to remember you once you're gone?

As per usual these days, your thoughts floated back to Jamie, the same questions still standing. You knew these feelings went far beyond friendship at this point. Would it even matter, in the end, after you went back to your normal job? You’re just you, and he is Jamie Tartt, footballer legend extraordinaire, the best of his generation. He had pieces done about him all the time by interviewers from around the world. Fans adored him, and would cry, yell and faint on the street over him. He met women and men who were, let’s face it, richer, more beautiful and more interesting than you ever could’ve dreamed of.

You were just a silly little journalist who caught a silly little crush on the mad famous footballer. The one who, incidentally, you had hated just a few months prior. What a world.

“Are you alright?”

You shrieked, whirling around to find Rebecca Welton standing there looking like an absolute bombshell while also looking positively fearful.

“I’m so sorry,” She said as you slapped a hand over your chest. “I just saw you standing there-”

“No no, it’s alright,” You said, finally catching your breath. The skin on your cheeks felt like it was melting off from how hot they were. “I just got lost in thought, is all. I’m okay. How are you, Rebecca?” She looked surprised, even hesitant, by your question.

“I’m well, thank you.”

The two of you just stood there for a long moment, looking around awkwardly. You put your phone in your pocket before folding your hands together in front of you. This was the first time you had seen or spoken to her since the first day. While you weren’t going out of your way to avoid her, it did make you feel better to not see her. The first impression you had gotten was that she didn’t really want you around, so you felt you were helping her out by keeping yourself scarce.

“The team seems to have warmed up to you,” She said, a little quickly. “Keeley says that Jamie and you have become… quite close?” You nodded.

“Shocking, I know,” You said with a laugh. “It was a surprise to everyone.” You wished deeply in that moment that she was easier to read. She was smiling, but she was the type of person where she could smile at you while also planning your murder and allocating the resources and money for it at the same time.

“I do hope that means that the negative articles about my players stop,” She said, still smiling. In this moment, you wished desperately that you were back on the pitch. Or maybe dead in an alley. Anywhere, really, would be better than this.

“Yes, I’ll find someone else to slander,” You said. Your heart dropped, stunned, when she actually laughed at this. The sound of it sucked the air from your lungs.

She began to walk away, but stopped, raising a finger before turning back to face you.

“Are you still going to the Gala?”

You looked back at her again.

“I am,” You told her. “Wouldn’t miss it!” She nodded, looking around the hallway before back at you.

“Have you decided on an outfit yet?” She asked. “It’s black tie.” You shook your head.

“I have some dresses in my closet. I’ll probably go with one of those.” This time, it was her turn to shake her head.

“Oh. No, no,” She said, waving you off. She looked you up and down, seeming to assess you. You could practically see the wheels turning in her mind. “I’ll send you some ideas. You let me know which one you want, and I’ll have it sent to your apartment by morning.”

Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth now agape.

“Rebecca, I can’t let you do that,” You said, the shock filling your voice. “I appre-” She waved you off again, which made you shut your mouth.

“I won’t hear a word otherwise,” She said before giving you a lovely smile. “Just let me know which one you think suits you best. Preferably by the end of the day.” She turned around and began to make her way down the hall, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Thank you!” You called after her. She didn’t speak, but instead she waved behind her. You continued to watch her.

“Do you already know where I live or something?”

When the team returned to the changing room, you were already on the bench in front of Jamie’s locker with your legs crossed atop the wood. You had returned to take pictures of the locker room, having gotten what you wanted from the rest of the stadium. Now, you sat on your phone, scrolling through the dresses that Rebecca had sent you.

“Where’d you disappear off to?” Jamie asked, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. He let out a low whistle. “What are those for?”

“The Gala,” You said, trying and failing to hold back your excitement. “Rebecca said she’d get me whatever dress I want. For free!” You huffed. “I can’t decide which one though.” Snatching your phone from your hands, he began to scroll through them himself.

“These are for you?” He asked quietly, looking at you before looking at the dresses. You eyed him nervously, about to ask him to give you his honest opinion when-

“What’s for you?” Sam asked, taking the phone from Jamie, who gave him an angry look. Sam studied the phone, about to open his mouth before Isaac took the phone from him, who then had it immediately stolen by Van Damme.

“This one is lovely,” Van Damme said as he started to show you which one he was referring to, but then Richard snatched it from him. When he looked through the options, he snorted.

“You are crazy!” He said to Van Damme. “The best one is this one!” Colin yanked the phone, although it was quite a fight this time as Richard had quite the grip on it.

“This one would really bring out her eyes though,” Colin retorted, showing Richard another one. Dani grabbed the phone and looked, giving you a precious smile.

“You would look lovely in all of these,” He said kindly. You blushed while Bumbercatch looked over Dani’s shoulder.

“You have to pick the best one, bruv,” Isaac grunted. “We already know she’d look lovely in all of them!” You peaked over at Jamie, who was a mix of annoyed and amused. Everyone began debating, voices louder and louder as time went on. You watched the entire thing without the smiling on your face faltering at any point.

The door to the coaches’ office burst open, and Roy and Coach Beard made their way out. Their presence did not calm a soul in the room.

“OI!” Roy shouted. Everyone froze to look at him. He looked around at everyone, being sure that every single person in the room got an individual glare before saying, “What the hell is going on here?”

Within ten minutes, the dresses had been printed out and taped to the whiteboard, your phone having thankfully been returned. Coach Beard was at the board with a pointer in his hand. Everyone was talking over each other.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, let’s talk this out like adults,” Beard exclaimed as the voices slowly came to a stop. “Now through door number one is this lovely ankle length dress with a straight cut neckline and spaghetti straps.” He paused for a second, presumably for the drama. “Elegant. One might even say… chic. A beautiful red for a black tie evening. Will definitely stand out.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stand out?” Jamie called out.

“It’s a Charity Gala, Tartt. Every woman wants to stand out!” Isaac shouted.

Jamie rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath about how none of these blokes know you at all. You ignored the flutter in your tummy as you continued to watch the mayhem.

“Door numero dos!” Beard exclaimed, a little louder this time. “A pink mini dress with a frilly skirt, heart neckline and no straps.” You shrugged.

“I don’t know if I have the tits for that one?” You admitted. The room erupted, everyone yelling at you. You shrugged defensively, throwing your hands up. “I’m just saying!” They continued to pop off.

“You have beautiful tits!”

“It’s not the tits, it’s the heart of the girl who wears them!”

“Who made you feel so self conscious about your tits? I’ll fucking end them with my bare hands.”

“Oi!” Jamie stood up, raising his hands and looking at the team. “Stop fuckin’ talkin’ about her tits, yeah?” Everyone mumbled in agreement as Jamie slowly sank back into the seat. “Fuckin’ innappropriate that is. Borderline sexual harassment, in my opinion.”

“And last, but certainly not least,” Coach Beard continued. “We have a long, floor length black dress, slit down the skirt, with a straight neckline and no straps.”

“It’s too similar to the first one!” Sam pointed out, which the rest of them roared in disagreement.

“You just don’t understand fashion, Sam,” Colin said, ignoring Sam’s look of absolute disgust and shock towards the back of his head.

“But it’s better than the first one,” Richard pointed out. “The skirt slit makes it just-” He lifted his fingers to his mouth, kissing them before opening them again. “Chef’s kiss.”

“It has the elegance of the first one without being… aggressive with the redness,” Isaac remarked.

They continued to debate passionately. You looked at Jamie, who, for the first time since you had ever known him, remained perfectly silent, just listening.

“What do you think?” You asked him, in a quiet voice so only he could hear you. He looked over in surprise, eyebrows to his hairline.

“Me? You want my opinion?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I’m getting everyone else's, may as well chime in,” You said. You decided not to tell him that as much as you loved the chorus of loud opinions coming from the rest of the room, the one you wanted most was his. He stared at you, searching your eyes, before turning and looking at the dresses. A few moments passed before inhaled deeply and spoke again.

“The black one.” It was so confident of an answer. “Number three.”

“Why that one?” You asked, turning to look at it again.

“The first one makes you look like you’re going to your ex husband’s weddin’ and you’re tryin’ to make a point. The second one looks like somethin’ you’d wear to the premiere of a children’s movie.” He looked at you again, his eyes going up and down your body, before turning back to the board. “The black one just feels like you. It’s simple, but still se- still nice.” He nodded in confirmation. The two of you met eyes again and he swallowed. “The black one is perfect.”

Not waiting another second, you stood up.

“I’ve made my decision.”

They all looked at you expectantly. You paused for dramatic affect, and the longer you waited, the more impatient they all got. It was a little exhilarating.

“Number 3,” You declared. “I’m picking the black one.”

The room erupted once more, a mix of enthusiasm and disappointment. Before it could get too chaotic, Jamie stood.

“It’s her fuckin’ choice, yeah?” He yelled. “Either be happy for her or keep your mouth fuckin’ shut.” Despite the aggression in his words, you could see the twinkle in his eye, and when he met your eye, he winked before smiling at you.

It wasn’t until you went to sleep that night that the smile on your face faltered, but even in your sleep, there was still a slight whisper of one on your lips.

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julesdaydreams · 27 days

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Hopelessly devoted to you

@rosekillermicrofic II May 4 - hopeless II word count: 804

fluff, fluff, just so much fluff <3

One thing about Evan Rosier?

He was absolutely and unquestionably hopeless for his best friend, Barty Crouch Jr.

It started when they met at 11 years old. Evan had taken one look at the other boy causing mayhem on their first day at school and he instantly knew that this boy would be his best friend.

What followed were three years of Evan going above and beyond when it came to Barty. Skipping classes with him, letting him copy their homework, pranks, long nights awake on the same bed just talking and talking - Evan did it all and he did it happily.

He was fourteen by the time he realized his feelings for Barty went beyond your usual best friend relationship. That maybe it wasn't normal to do everything your best friend asked of you in a heartbeat and if Barty would jump off a bridge, Evan wouldn't hesitate to follow him.

He spent another three years hopelessly in love with Barty, pining after the other boy while he explored his sexuality in every way possible.

Evan died a little every time Barty kissed someone else, everytime he saw a sock on the doorknob, everytime he spent his time alone because his best friend was elsewhere occupied.

He tried to stop giving Barty everything - including his heart. Tried dating, tried having a casual hookup that he had to break off before the boy could even get to his underwear because his whole body recoiled at the thought of letting anyone touch him like that.

No matter what he did, it always came back around to Barty. Wirh his mischievous eyes and chapped lips that Evan had spent too many nights thinking about kissing.

He had resigned himself to never getting over Barty in their last year at school. Had found peace in being just his best friend and nothing more. His heart ached everyday but at this point it was a familiar feeling amd he welcomed it. Was glad to know he loved his best friend and would until his last breath.

This is why he didn't know what to do with himself the moment the impossible had happened and Barty told him that he loved him.

It was a random day, Evan had been lying on his bed, getting an assignment done that was due the next day when Barty came barreling in through the door, looking disheveled, a frantic look in his eyes that had Evan in alert almost immediately.

And then - completely out of the blue - he said the one thing Evan could've never predicted.

“I love you, Rosie.”

And Evan had blinked, had needed Barty to clarify, needed reassurance that he wasn't dreaming, that this moment was real and Barty really loved him and he wasn't fucking with Evan.

And when he finally got that reassurance, when Barty looked so beautiful right there in their room, heart in his hand and offering it to Evan with quivering hands, Evan jumped up from his place on the bed and closed the small space between them to crash their lips together.

It was everything Evan every dreamed of and more.

Now, five years later, of which they've lived four together in a flat in london - that wasn't very big or impressive but it was theirs - Evan thought back to those moments of his younger self and smiled.

It hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows. Evan was so afraid Barty would leave him the moment he told him about not wanting to have sex - in any way. But Barty had been more than understanding, talking about how just kissing Evan was more than enough and even though he thought it impossible, Evan fell even harder for the other boy.

They also fought from time to time - with two personalities like theirs it was normal to butt heads every once in a while but they always came crawling back to each other at the end, always needed the other's comfort.

Lying there in their bed, Barty's head resting peacefully on Evan's chest while Evan carded his hands through his boyfriends hair, Evan wished he had the chance to tell his fourteen year old self that everything would turn out well.

And when Barty excused himself for a moment, left towards the bathroom and came back through the door, looking at Evan with such an intensity but such a calmness to him that starkly differed from the time where they were in a similar position - Evan on his bed, Barty in the middle of the room after barrelling through the door - and his boyfriend got down on one knee with that infuriatingly handsome smile on his face, Evan knew that maybe Barty was just as hopelessly in love with him as he was.

#rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan x barty #marauders #marauders fandom #hp marauders #short story #rosekiller microfic

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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Victoria Jenifers Body AU Drabble

((Hiya! I made a little short involving my oc Victoria with the Jenifers Body AU, I hope you like it beans! ))

Victoria hasn’t been the same since that night you two went out. She left in a weird van and came back more cold, and seemingly off. You brushed it off as just your friend being stressed and being her typical bitchy self, but this was too different.

She wasn’t just bitchy and catty, she was cold hearted and bitter. Not towards you, but towards everyone else on campus who she used to fawn over and even crush on. The girls she used to gush to you about are hardly ever brought up anymore and she’s always behind you, hovering, like she doesn’t like the others talking to you.

Sending her a text, you flop in your bed and try to dry the tears on your face. Another person was declared missing and possibly dead, and the whole town was beginning to believe it was the work of a serial killer. You knew him, he wouldn’t hurt anyone and was genuinely a good guy to be around, and it broke your heart that he possibly met the fate of the others.

The killer didn’t seem to have a preference, woman, man, good, bad, they all went missing. The only real lead was they all seemed to have been around the campus or close by, such as at the stores or gas stations. It was seriously stressing you out and you needed Victoria to be there, even if she’s been off and maybe won’t be able to comfort you entirely.

“Oh…poor sweet little thing” Her voice purrs, coming up from behind you and making your body jump. You weren’t expecting her to get here that fast, let alone so quietly. She has a key to your place and everything so why didn’t you hear even the slightest jiggle of the knob or shake of the keys?

Doesn’t matter, you’re upset and you feel so confused and dare you say, isolated. She hardly tells you anything anymore, and during a scary time like this, you need someone who’s open. It might be a good time to bring up what’s been going on not just on the news, but between the two of you as well.

“Something on your mind?” She asks softly, her hand coming to touch your cheek and feel the warm tears still drying on them. Her eyes flashes something cold and sinister for just a second, but you chalk that up to you just being paranoid. “Who made you cry like this? You can tell me. We’re best friends after all”.

You tense, sitting up as you gently shove her away. Her being that close didn’t feel normal anymore. It felt more smothering than it did anything else. “You did, Vic. You…you don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t hang out with anyone like you used too, you barely let me know when you’re doing anything and I feel so left out of the loop! And on top of all of that, when you DO tell me where you are, it’s late at night while a killer’s on the loose!”

The blonde doesn’t say a word, simply staring at you. Fuck it. You can’t stop the tears from falling anyway, and you deserve to know what’s happening!

“If it’s about that stupid drunken kiss we did, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to ever push that boundary! We were just drunk and we can call it a mistake! We don’t have to put up walls and- and- and-“ you start stuttering, breathes shaky and uneven as you spew your feelings out like a child.

You were scared. Scared of losing your closest friend and it being all your fault.

Lost in your own emotions, you feel her yank you closer, hand in your hair as she forces you to face her. You wince as her grip tightens, eyes watery as they stare into hers, silence filling the room. Victorias lips come to press behind your ear as she whispers into it, her other hand circling your wrist as she speaks.

“You’ll understand why I’m doing this. Right now just isn’t the time” she breathes, then nudges the bridge of her nose into your hair to inhale, shoulders relaxing as she indulges in your scent. “You’re a smart girl. I know you’ve seen the shady things as of late. Tell me, pretty girl, why is it when everyone goes missing, I’m the last person they’re often seen with?”.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes widening in horror. Was she really saying what you thought she was? Was she the one who left horrible bloody heaps for the police to find every night?

Her hand comes to slide under your shirt, rubbing your back as she toys with your bra. She smirks at the way you tense and jump, unable to escape her hold as she uses more strength. “Those sweet lips on mine, that night, was a gift I couldn’t imagine handling at the time. When I left with those people…they turned me into something that could. A stronger, smarter, better version of my old self, so I could give you everything you deserved”.

“You’re a killer!”

“Only in the sense of protecting what’s mine at any cost”

“They were innocent!”

“They were trying to take you away from me.” She says coldly, her teeth bared in a snarl as she holds you against her body. You begin to cry once again, this time thinking you were about to meet the same fate as the others. If she was about to kill you, all you ask is that she made it quick.

“You still think I’m human. It’s sweet, really” her voice sounded amused, her hand coming to slide over your stomach and feel the heated skin. “That stupid group turned me into something better. And now…I get to eat the things who get in my way, or try to hurt what’s mine. I guess I’ve been too busy on protecting you that I left you so neglected “ she says with a fake pout to her voice.

Her other hand comes to trace up your neck, wiping away the trail of tears as she feels your pulse under her fingertips. “My poor, needy little Y/N. You must feel like I don’t love you at all, tsk tsk tsk. I’ll have to fix that. But-“ her lips come to tease at your ear again, wicked smile gracing her features as she whispers “I’m going to give you a lot more than just shy little kisses. I’m going to devour you”.

((-Mommabean))

#jenifers body au #Victoria my oc #my ocs #lesbian yandere #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #female yandere #she’s a lesbian guys

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edenesth · 10 months

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Undying Bonds (Part 9)

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 4.3k

Trigger Warning: brief mentions of attempted su*c*de

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

Part 8 | Masterlist | Part 10

Christopher.

That was a name that Chan hasn't heard anyone call him by in a good while now, just the way he had intended.

He left his identity as Christopher behind the moment he made the decision to permanently move from Australia back to South Korea for good all those years ago. His new life as Bang Chan began ever since then and he vowed to never look back on his old life again, never will he allow himself to live like that again.

He was a completely different person now.

The Christopher from before was no more, the day he became Bang Chan, he promised himself he'd be better, stronger and wiser; everything Christopher was not.

Bang Chan has achieved things that Christopher could never even begin to imagine achieving and he'd do everything to ensure things stay that way. He could say with confidence that he's done a wonderful job of that so far.

But with you standing in front of him like this again, he felt the doubts creeping in. He was so sure he no longer had any weaknesses left to hold him back from being the greatest but here you were, alive and well. His biggest weakness was still around all this while and so near to him too, he had absolutely no idea.

You see, only a handful of people knew him by that name and most of those people were no longer around, he's made sure of that.

Some buried nine feet underground in eternal sleep and some still out there roaming the streets mindlessly as an undead. Which was why he never thought he'd be hearing anyone calling him by that ever again. Had it been anyone else, he would have beheaded them right on the spot.

But it was you.

His dearest childhood friend.

You were his saviour. His first and last love. The light of his life.

The first and only person to show him that perhaps this world was not all dark and hopeless, that perhaps there was still hope in humanity no matter how minuscule; that was you.

You were the only one who truly mattered to him.

If there was one thing Chan did not despise and would dare say he missed from his life as Christopher, it would be you.

Christopher had been an outcast for as long as he could remember, he hated his life and often wondered why he was even brought to this world in the first place if he was only going to be treated like a waste of space by everyone around him.

There was not one single day where he looked forward to waking up, he was a complete failure. He was so much of a loser that he failed to even take his own life despite several pitiful attempts.

It wasn't until his final attempt that he met you, an angel sent from the heavens to save him from his misery.

He recalled having millions of questions running through his mind as you cried painfully, clutching tightly onto his shirt and begging him not to jump off the bridge.

You didn't even know who he was, how and why did you care so much for a piece of trash like him?

At that moment, he listened to you because all he wanted to do was stop your tears. He'll never forget the foreign feeling coursing through his veins when you pulled him into your arms in relief.

"Please, don't do that again... I can't imagine what you're going through, but I want to understand. You don't have to face this alone, okay? This pain that you're feeling, I promise it won't last forever... I'm willing to stay with you so, let's talk about what's bothering you, hm? Don't be afraid... I'm here to listen without judgement."

That, he later learned, was the feeling of comfort from someone who sincerely cared. True to your words, you stayed with him and listened to all his problems.

He had expected you to eventually leave him once you realise how much of a loser he was and he wouldn't even blame you for it but you didn't.

It surprised him more that you remained faithfully by his side, eventually becoming his closest and only friend. You even transferred schools so that you could be near him, always being there for him and standing up to anyone who dared bully him.

As more time went by, he realised he wanted to be more than just friends but his lack of confidence prevented him from confessing because he could tell you probably did not feel the same way.

After all, you made it pretty damn clear to not only him but even to everyone around you of your strong stance on not committing to anything even remotely related to romance. And your reason for that; you felt that relationships usually do more damage than good.

In one of your many shared conversations, he casually brought up the possibility of you seeing yourself dating him in the future. He pretended to ask that out of curiosity but deep down, he needed to know if he stood a chance.

The way your answer had left him feeling bittersweet, it wasn't something he could simply forget.

You told him you wouldn't even consider it because it was him. It broke his heart at first but then you clarified by explaining how important he was to you and how much he meant to you, that was why you couldn't risk losing him at all. You believed that a relationship between you would only ruin exactly that, your precious friendship.

As much as it sounded merely like a polite way of turning him down, you genuinely only saw him as a good friend and truly did not wish to lose him.

In fear of scaring you or pushing you further from him, he respected your wish and continued to remain a close friend to you all throughout your school years together. He would do anything just to keep you by his side even if that meant he couldn't have you as a lover because unbeknownst to you, you've become his sole purpose of living at that point.

You were the only thing keeping him going… until you were gone.

Just as he'd started to believe that life was finally being kind to him now that he could enjoy the peace and pleasure of simply having you by his side, shit happened.

It was senior year of high school when it happened, tragedy struck on one fateful day.

An accident shattered his idyllic world. Christopher, in the midst of chaos and confusion, believed that he had lost you forever. His heart broke and in his grief, he withdrew from everything and moved back to his home country to start anew.

Little did he know, you had survived the accident, though you were left battered and unconscious.

As the years rolled on, you fought your way back to life, piece by painful piece. You battled through surgeries and rehabilitation, all the while unaware of the depths of his despair. It was a long and gruelling journey back to consciousness and health, and by the time you emerged from the darkness, Christopher was no longer a part of your life.

Still fragile from your physical and emotional wounds, you felt a profound sense of abandonment. You believed that he had left you in your darkest hour and the pain of this perceived betrayal became a permanent scar on your heart.

You sought solace in building a new life for yourself, one where you wouldn't have to rely on anyone else.

Life sure had a funny way of bringing people back together because you, too, returned to South Korea to begin your new life. It was there that you met your current group of friends as well as your boyfriend when you decided to further your studies at university.

All this time, he thought he'd lost you for good.

If only he had even the slightest clue you survived, perhaps he wouldn't have left Australia and perhaps he wouldn't have become the Bang Chan that he was today. Because the person that he was now did not deserve to be by your side anymore, he was already tainted beyond recognition the day he chose to give in to all of his selfish greed and desires, the day he established Stray Kids.

The moment you'd recognised one another, it brought about a mixture of nostalgia and unresolved feelings. When your eyes properly met, a flood of memories washed over you, the happy times and the pain all swirling together.

For him, seeing you again was a mixture of relief and regret.

He had never truly moved on from your shared past and the sight of you stirred up a whirlwind of emotions he thought he had buried. He yearned to explain the truth, to tell you that he had believed you were gone and his withdrawal was born out of grief, not abandonment.

But your heart was guarded, your trust in him shattered.

You had spent years nursing your wounds and crafting walls to protect yourself from further pain, though the walls were broken down by Hongjoong years ago, that didn't apply to Christopher who had left you right when you needed him the most.

The awkwardness between you was palpable, a silent reminder of what you had lost and what could have been.

Chan struggled to find his words as he took in your current appearance. You were older now, and so was he but god, were you just as beautiful as you were all those years ago.

He exhaled shakily and lifted a hand to cup your face but his heart fell to the deepest pit of his stomach when you turned your head away to avoid his touch, he could see now in your eyes that you no longer held any affection for him.

"Please, the others are watching. Perhaps we can catch up later." You muttered, coldly pulling your hand out of his grasp.

As if finally coming back to his senses, he cleared his throat loudly and nodded, "Right, of course." He could feel the glares burning into his back from behind, no doubt from Mingi and Jongho who were ready to pounce if Chan dares to try anything inappropriate.

It was clear to everyone that the two of you shared some sort of history but none of that mattered to your friends because to them, you belonged to no one else but their captain now.

It took a bit of convincing from Changbin and Hyunjin for Hongjoong and the guys to believe what the two were telling them to be the truth.

Jongho… was now one of them?

Choi Jongho, their youngest little bear? Now a part of Stray Kids?

As much as none of them liked what they were hearing, Hongjoong knows they'd have no choice but to comply because not only Jongho but even you, Seonghwa and Mingi were now in their hands.

Putting aside their hatred for the gang for a moment, reuniting with you was the main priority now. The captain would worry about what comes next afterwards once you were all together again.

Despite their reluctance to waste any more time, the two members of Stray Kids agreed to let them have another moment with San before they leave for the gang's headquarters.

Changbin had to remind himself over and over that these were not prisoners, but VIPs under their protection.

The thought only further made the shorter male fire up in irritation, "I still can't believe we're doing this… all for Choi freaking Jongho. We take lives, we don't save them. Chan hyung hasn't even gone this far for any of us. Look at us here, playing escorts and bodyguards. Pathetic."

Hyunjin smirked dejectedly, "No shit. You don't think that's probably because we didn't put up a fight when he recruited us? We were desperate and that just makes us less valuable, we wanted to be in the team more than anything. It sucks but Minho hyung could care less if any of us died on the field, the fact that even he is putting in the work to get this fella on board…"

Both of them sighed deeply at that, "Let's just focus on not pissing either of them off, alright? We can't afford to lose any more favour than we don't already have."

The shorter member nodded bitterly, all this talk about losing favour only reminding him of Jisung's fate for failing to execute his task, causing the whole operation to fall through.

Said member was stuck in 'detention' for a week, locked up in their very own timeout room with limited access to food and water. The idea of punishments was undoubtedly all Minho's, he saw his teammates as nothing more than objects after all.

If you prove yourself to be an asset, you'll naturally be rewarded but if you become a liability, there will obviously be consequences to suffer.

These punishments serve as a lesson and you'd better learn from them because if you don't, that could result in permanent removal from not only the gang but possibly from this world too; more than three strikes and you're out.

Being a member of Stray Kids does not guarantee your safety for nothing, you practically have to work for it.

That was why it was incredibly vital to receive validation from the gang leader and his right-hand man. What bothered them was that Jongho was the only one to have that now, this automatically puts the rest of the members below the newest recruit despite the duration they've served and the loyalty they've displayed to the gang.

The two watched as Hongjoong and his friends huddled around the ground where they'd presumably just buried one of their friends.

The four were obviously very close to one another, that was the type of brotherhood that Hyunjin secretly yearned to have with his teammates but he knew it to be impossible. He understood better than anyone that the members of his gang weren't friends, they were merely co-workers just serving the same purpose.

"Just ignore them, let's say our goodbyes."

Hongjoong ordered, noticing Wooyoung glancing warily back at the two gang members who were blatantly observing them from afar, "Yes, hyung…" The younger male croaked out, bowing his head as they all turned their attention back to their friend's grave.

The captain cleared his throat and sniffled before speaking, throwing his arms around his friends to pull them close to him.

"Sannie… thank you for the moments we shared, you'll always be in our hearts. W-we love you so much, we'll carry your love with us always. You brought light into our lives, e-even though you're gone… that light will never fade. As you leave this world, please know that you made it a better place. The world may be a little dimmer without you… b-but your light will never truly go out. Rest now, my friend, you deserve peace…"

Hongjoong cursed to himself when his voice broke towards the end of his speech, causing even the usually more composed Yunho and Yeosang to sob violently.

Wooyoung, however, remained surprisingly calm as he smiled tearfully ahead. It was as if he could see his best friend standing in front of him, Hongjoong thought to himself as he looked at the younger male bidding San a final farewell.

"Goodbye for now, Sannie… I know we'll meet again someday."

The four friends stayed for a while before moving to pack up their belongings once they'd all calmed down and collected themselves from their emotional states.

As much as it hurt them to have to cut their mourning period short, they had no choice but to continue on for now. San was gone, nothing could change that but the rest of their group was still separated from them.

With only the thought of their reunion in mind, Hongjoong and his boys pushed themselves forward.

Changbin and Hyunjin stood at the entrance of the high school, waiting expectantly with their arms crossed, "About damn time you all got done with that, now let's go before the sun goes down."

Wooyoung's nostrils flared at the taller gang member's insensitivity, "Excuse me?! Our friend just die-" Hongjoong slapped a hand over his friend's mouth, "Enough, there's no point. Do you honestly think they care? Let's just cooperate." Before Wooyoung could protest, the captain shut him up with a deadly glare.

Following the two gang members out, they were led towards the main road where a well-maintained military armoured truck, spray painted with the Stray Kids logo, was parked.

"Holy shit, don't tell me you robbed even the military for this," Yunho's jaws dropped at the vehicle, Changbin grinned proudly, "You bet your ass we did. You ain't seen shit yet, buddy. Wait till we get to HQ."

Hongjoong shook his head disapprovingly while his younger friends admired the truck that was still kept in such good condition.

"Alright, losers. Fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight, or don't, I don't really care." Yeosang and Wooyoung rolled their eyes at Hyunjin's words but did as they were told regardless.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong prepared himself to face the leader of Stray Kids and racked his brain for strategies on how they could get out of the gang's grasp unharmed. Of course, he couldn't wait to see you again but the fact that your reunion would be taking place in enemy territories, it didn't make him feel too good at all.

He wondered how you were feeling at that very moment, you must have been so scared and confused.

I'm coming, my love. We'll be together again soon.

"Welcome to District 9."

Minho grinned with pride, watching all your awestruck expressions in satisfaction. You and your friends gaped at what was supposed to be the SKZ HQ.

They managed to take over an entire mall that was located in the heart of Seoul. What's amazing was the fact that it looked completely abandoned from the outside but once you enter the premise through the secret passage that led you down to the underground parking lot, it was a whole new world.

The brightly lit and flawless interior made it look as if the zombie apocalypse never reached this place at all.

Lined up in the parking were all sorts of expensive vehicles you'd think were left behind by previous owners who happened to be the last shoppers here but no, these beauties were 'acquired' by the Stray Kids members themselves when they were out hunting. They were technically like pirates and whatever you see here was obtained through the means of stealing from others.

But it doesn't end there, the best part was the inside of the building.

You had no idea how they did it but it looked just the way it was before; it was literally a regular shopping mall back in the normal world but to be able to see this now was what's mind-blowing.

You wholeheartedly believed what the rumours had said about Stray Kids now, they truly were powerful and wealthy beyond imagination. This was the level of luxury no common survivor could even begin to dream of enjoying again in their lives.

Mingi couldn't keep his excitement in when you guys were assigned to a fancy and aesthetically pleasing furniture store. Upon careful observation, you noted that the store was strategically located right next to the washroom and was also near the food court where meals were served three times a day.

"Wow, you've really outdone yourself, Chris. I wonder how many lives were sacrificed for this amount of luxury," You said sarcastically, staring directly at Chan as he sighed and approached you slowly, "Look, I… Can we talk? Please..?"

The two of you finally settled down by a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the once-beautiful city of Seoul to sort things out between you.

The journey of coming here just to speak with him was not without difficulty, Seonghwa being the biggest obstacle. He was strongly against you going anywhere alone with the gang leader. He didn't like the way Chan looks at you even one bit, he wasn't a fool and could tell right away how the leader probably felt about you just by that.

To Chan's dismay, he had to witness you reassure the tall male ever so caringly that you'd be fine. He longed to be on the receiving end of your gentle touches and soft words once again.

He scoffed loudly at Seonghwa's insinuations, as if he'd do anything to hurt you.

The audacity of these losers, Chan knew you much longer and probably better than any of your current friends. How dare they even think he'd be a danger to you. With Jongho's reluctant help, they'd eventually manage to pull Seonghwa away from you.

There were so many questions that Chan needed answers to. Like what happened back then, how did you survive, why were you here in Korea, who were these guys with you?

Instead, he ended up asking the question that mattered the least.

"Was that persistent one your boyfriend?"

His tone was bitter, "He's not but that's none of your business." The hurt expression on his face did little to affect you, he supposed he was partly relieved to hear that.

Perhaps you were still single all this while and were still firmly against the idea of dating. He'd be happy if that were the case, even if he couldn't have you, at least no one else could too.

But your cold tone still broke his heart nevertheless, did you really believe he had left you?

You hated it but your vision was slowly blurring with tears, "Don't look at me like that, like I owe you any explanations. You were the one who abandoned me, Chris, when I needed you the most." You spat, turning away from him to wipe your tears.

He shook his head furiously, "No, it's not like tha-" You held a hand up to cut him off, "I don't want to hear your excuses. How could you? After everything we've been through…"

He exhaled shakily, hands moving to grip your shoulders as he struggled to find his words, "Please, I didn't know you were still alive." At this very moment, he's become Christopher all over again. The intimidating Bang Chan was no longer in sight with you so close.

You laughed humourlessly, "You didn't know? Maybe if you just stayed around long enough, you would have found out… what baffles me is the fact that you left the country without even confirming if I really was gone..."

That shut him up for good, your point was valid.

He was quick to conclude you were gone just from the words of some people. Why hadn't he been more thorough? He realised now how bad it all looked to you and he had nothing to say for himself.

"Did you know how much I suffered after the accident? As if getting myself back onto my feet wasn't excruciating enough, I had to do it all alone because you disappeared on me."

Chan's heart wrenched in pain just imagining what you had to endure all while he was here indulging in his sinful desires without a care in the world when he should have been there with you.

His hands slid down your arms to grasp your smaller ones in his tightly, biting onto his lip to hold his tears back because he knows he had no right to cry, "You're right... God, I'm so sorry," You scoffed lightly at that, "Yeah well, sorry isn't going to change anything now."

Defeated, you sighed when he refused to let go of your hands.

"Look, you don't have to feel so bad. It's thanks to you I got to meet some people who now mean the world to me, I've... never been happier," His chest ached with envy for those lucky bastards, "I could forgive you for what happened in the past, Chris... but what I can't accept is who you've become now."

Panic filled his senses when he sees the disappointment in your eyes, you've completely given up on him. He tried to pull you into his arms when you finally managed to tug your hands free from his.

"Just let me go, Chris. We can pretend to be strangers, or maybe we don't have to pretend at all because I don't even know you anymore..."

Your words were like knives piercing into his heart, "No please, it's still me! I'm still yours, I swear! Just... at least let me explain myself, yeah? All I ask is for you to hear me out this once, you must know how much it pained me to believe you were gone... You were my everything- you still are!"

Before you could form a response, a small gasp escaped your lips when you were pulled out of Chan's hold and into a pair of familiar arms. The person standing between you and the gang leader immediately calms the storm within you.

It was Hongjoong.

You let out a shaky breath in relief, your world was complete again.

"I won't tell you twice, stay away from her," Hongjoong glowered, squeezing you protectively in his arms. Chan narrowed his eyes dangerously in annoyance at the interruption, "And who the hell are you? Know your place, this is between me and her!"

The captain smirked in amusement, "I'm her boyfriend," Chan's eyes rounded and his stomach dropped at that, his eyes fleeting over to yours for confirmation, "B-boyfriend..?" You nodded, pressing closer to Hongjoong for comfort.

"I think this is exactly where I should be, right by her side. Can't say the same for you though, Christopher."

Hope y'all liked this part! I went through a mental breakdown writing this because I was halfway through when my work was accidentally deleted and I had to rewrite everything. It was super stressful but I'm glad it's done. As always, do let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

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f0xesand0wls · 2 years

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richard siken lines that make me lose my fucking mind -

look at the light through the windowpane. that means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.

can we love nature for what it really is: predatory? we do not walk through a passive landscape.

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

what holds it together? glue. some kind of glue. the image remains as a body would. i turned the image over like a rock, but then the worms.

i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad. it’s too much work.

the prayer of going nowhere going nowhere

words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing, but soothing nonetheless.

and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything.

we collide with place, which is another name for god, and limp away with a permanent injury.

but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

to make something beautiful should be enough. it isn’t. it should be.

i prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

we’ve made a graveyard out of a bone white afternoon.

i made this place for you. a place for you to love me.

i wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

i want to tell you this story without having to be in it.

sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

we deduce backward into first causes - stone in the pond of things.

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live?

you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what i say or love me back.

every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die.

we clutch our bellies and roll on the floor… when i say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.

i will turn myself into a gun, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue.

as everything is a metaphor for itself.

something’s not right about what i’m doing but i’m still doing it - living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

if the window is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing river water.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.

what is a ghost? something dead that seems to be alive. something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

you try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn’t listen. you do this, you do. you take things you love and tear them apart.

do you love yourself? i don’t have to answer that. it should matter.

things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.

the boy on the bridge. the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

i am singing now while rome burns. we are all just trying to be holy.

the best part of spirituality is reverence. there are other parts. some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

you need it for the moment you need it, then you bless it.

there’s a black dog and there’s a white dog, depends on which you feed. depends on which damn dog you live with.

desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake.

there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.

evidence of evil but not proof.

a hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail. a hammer is not a hammer when it’s sleeping. i woke up tired of being the hammer.

the maiden flees or prays, depending.

this is the testimony of the deer: solitude, the long corridors, love from a distance.

if it hurts, we’re doing it to ourselves.

cut me open and the light streams out. stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches.

take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest.

he knows that when you snap a mast it’s time to get a set of oars or learn to breathe underwater.

if you don’t believe in god or fate you still must believe in narrative.

two brothers: one of them wants to take you apart. two brothers: one of them wants to put you back together. it’s time to choose sides now. the stitches or the devouring mouth?

he took the gods and made them human.

is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?

in the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

god is the space between two men and the devil is the space between two men.

i make up things that i would never say. i say them very quietly.

the body of life is a nightmare.

she existed enough to be painted. she could have been an idea, but that’s another kind of existing.

we have not touched the stars nor are we forgiven.

a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Sixteen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Out of Fire

Summary: The final battle against Hela begins.

Bruce kept control of The Commodore as it came to hover over the Bifrost. Behind him, (Y/N) set up the gun, and Valkyrie emerged in her traditional uniform. She was back in Asgard and ready to defend her people in true Valkyrie-fashion. She refused to cower any longer. (Y/N) nodded at her in understanding, and Valkyrie responded in kind. She pushed the gun forward with her hips as Thor banged Odin’s staff, and the sound resonated across Asgard. As soon as Hela entered the palace, the battle would begin. They needed to be ready.

Bang.

Silence.

Hela had arrived.

“Guys, the Bifrost,” warned (Y/N).

As the people and Heimdall hesitantly stepped onto the bridge, they were met with Fenris, Hela’s gigantic wolf, standing over the building with the portal that could get them off Asgard and to safety.

“Let’s put down that dog,” said (Y/N).

Valkyrie smirked. “Yes, your Majesty.”

(Y/N) pretended not to hear the disguised jab at her and Loki’s supposed “relationship.” “Just shoot the thing.”

Valkyrie grinned and let loose on the wolf as it ran at the evacuees who were scrambling back. At the other end of the bridge, however, Hela’s undead soldiers were arriving to create a barrier. The Asgardians were pinned in place. The creatures snarled and attacked, and the battle truly began on all fronts.

Fenris growled and shook its head, unimpeded by the barrage of fire, merely annoyed.

“That stupid dog won’t die!” said Valkyrie.

Bruce solemnly got up from his seat and walked over to the open doors. He watched Fenris run at Heimdall as he guarded the Asgardians.

“Everything’s gonna be alright now. I got this,” said Bruce to (Y/N) and Valkyrie bravely. Valkyrie looked at him in confusion. “You want to know who I am?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” said Valkyrie over the wind.

“You’ll see!” Bruce leapt from The Commodore.

And he promptly smacked onto the Bifrost.

Everyone stared, and even Fenris came up short. (Y/N) winced at the sound of impact. Fenris sniffed Bruce curiously before snarling and padding over him toward the Asgardians again. Right before he snapped up anyone, Fenris was sharply pulled back.

The Hulk pulled Fenris back and slammed him down on the Bifrost by the tail. Fenris snarled, and Hulk roared.

“…What the hell,” said Valkyrie, staring at surprise.

“It’s a long story of science gone wrong,” said (Y/N), waving a hand. A portal appeared beside her. “I’m going down to help the Asgardians. See ya.” She jumped through and landed beside Heimdall.

“Lady (Y/N),” said Heimdall, inclining his head.

“Heimdall.” (Y/N) nodded in return. “Sorry about the whole ‘getting fired’ thing.”

“You ruled well,” acknowledged Heimdall. “And Ragnarok would have come at some point either way.”

“I guess we should work on fighting it, then,” said (Y/N), drawing a dagger.

Heimdall and (Y/N) charged through the crowd and began taking down undead warriors as they attacked Asgardians. Behind them, Hulk fought Fenris, and Valkyrie against undead warriors that leapt onto The Commodore. The ship spiraled and crashed to the Bifrost.

Heimdall and (Y/N) were swarmed with undead warriors, and Heimdall was knocked to his back as he took down several in a single swing. He rolled back and defended himself from the onslaught. (Y/N) leapt through portals and sent enemies through them into the oceans of Asgard, but a cut to her arm had her hiss in pain and pivoting awkwardly, falling to avoid another stab. The undead warrior raised his blade.

Blam!

He toppled to the side, and a man made of rocks carrying a phaser stood over her. He grinned in a friendly manner.

“Hey, man. I’m Korg.” He gestured to the insect-like creature with swords for hands. “This is Miek. We’re gonna jump on that spaceship and get out of here. Wanna come?”

(Y/N) stood and stared to the side where a ship was emerging through the mist. The Asgardians and Heimdall turned as well. (Y/N)’s heart leapt to life, and a grin spread across her face.

“Your savior is here!” announced Loki as he stood upon the ship. Behind him were all the revolutionaries of Sakaar. (Y/N)’s eyes remained firmly on Loki. He wore a circlet with his horns instead of an entire helmet. He looked strong and powerful, but more importantly, he looked like he had a purpose.

He came to help, thought (Y/N) happily.

The ship pulled up beside the Bifrost, and the gangplank extended. Loki confidently walked down and through the crowd while they started getting onboard their rescue ship.

“Welcome back. I saw you coming,” said Heimdall in greeting as Korg and Miek handled the undead for the moment.

“Of course you did,” sighed Loki. He entrance was ruin.

“Loki!” said (Y/N), hands on her hips.

“(Y/N),” said Loki. “I have arrived to assist you. You were rig—”

(Y/N) slapped him before hugging him. Loki blinked in surprise but, deciding he did deserve it, jut hugged her back.

(Y/N) pulled back and slapped Loki’s chest. “You idiot! What took you so long?”

“If you recall, you did leave me in quite the debacle,” remarked Loki.

“Well, welcome to the real fight,” said (Y/N), grinning. “Ready to really join?”

“Of course,” said Loki.

They spun and leapt into the fight. Loki flipped his daggers and sliced through enemies, watching (Y/N)’s back as she did the same for him, dodging through portals whenever needed. Miek tore through undead warriors, and Korg blasted them back to death. Several Sakaarian warriors fell as well, but no one was willing to stop while the Asgardian civilians escaped onto the ship. However, while they didn’t have reinforcements, the undead warriors did. They kept coming in waves, unstopping and unflinching in the face of wounds.

Boom!

Lightning and thunder pierced the sky, and the battle froze. Electricity crackled through the air and struck the palace with the force to shake Asgard. A body in black was thrown from the balcony as the lightning raged though the air.

Loki smirked, and (Y/N) grinned. Thor had found his power again.

Thor leapt off the balcony and arced through the air to the Bifrost. Electricity trailed after him, and he smashed through the undead warriors piling up to face him. They shattered against the God of Thunder’s lightning. With one eye missing and the other glowing with electricity, he was truly a divine sight now.

Thor tore through the undead warriors that ran at him. (Y/N) and Loki jumped through portals and danced around warriors with ease and grace, cutting them down before they could react. Fireworks erupted from The Commodore, and Valkyrie emerged, unharmed and confident. She easily took on the undead attacking her. In the waters of Asgard, Hulk fought furiously against Fenris. The fight continued, but the allies were together.

Loki flipped his helmet off and used it to attack several undead warriors, and (Y/N) pivoted and spun beneath a blade, stabbing her enemy. Thor manipulated his lightning with ease and broke down enemy lines. The undead warriors fell one-by-one, leaving the allies together.

“You’re late,” said Thor.

“You’re missing an eye,” said Loki.

“Focus, boys,” said (Y/N).

“This isn’t over,” said Valkyrie.

There was only one more person to handle: Hela herself. She approached from the Bifrost, horns sharp, body unharmed even from the lightning strike.

(Y/N), Loki, Valkyrie, and Thor stood side-by-side as Hela walked closer. Their capes or skirts waved in the wind, and they gripped their weapons tightly.

“I think we should disband the Revengers,” said Thor.

“Hit her with a lightning blast,” said Loki.

“I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning,” said Thor. “It did nothing. Have (Y/N) try to blast her to pieces.”

“And get stabbed before I can get close? No thanks,” said (Y/N).

“We need to keep her away until everyone gets on board,” said Valkyrie.

Thor shook his head. “It won’t end there. The longer Hela’s on Asgard, the more powerful she grows. She’ll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now.”

“So what should we do?” asked Valkyrie.

“I’m not doing ‘Get Help,’ ” said Loki. (Y/N) snorted.

Thor looked between Hela and the Asgardians fleeing onto the ship. “Asgard’s not a place; it’s a people.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant. “This was never about stopping Ragnarok. This was about causing Ragnarok. Surtur’s crown, the Vault. It’s the only way.”

“Bold move, Brother,” said Loki. “Even for me.”

“Go and get it, Loki,” said (Y/N). “We’ll get the people onto the ship.”

Loki reached out and brushed a hand over (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be safe, my dear Advisor.”

“Only if my prince comes back,” said (Y/N) with a smile.

Loki grinned, and then he was off. Valkyrie, Thor, and (Y/N) faced Hela as she walked closer.

“Shall we?” said Thor.

“After you,” said Valkyrie.

“Princes first,” said (Y/N).

Thor jumped into the air, and lightning collected around him. Hela threw two swords at him, and he caught them, swinging at Hela. She blocked with her horns and flipped back as Thor lunged. She sprung back to her feet and received a kick to the face from Valkyrie. She caught Valkyrie’s next attack and threw her to the side, but then (Y/N) was on her. Hela launched swords at (Y/N), but she summoned portals, and the swords sailed through. They reappeared behind Hela, and the Asgardian had to quickly dodge her own weapons as (Y/N) sliced at her and Thor jumped back into the battle with lightning. Above them, Loki used The Commodore to get to the palace to execute their completely insane plan.

Valkyrie, Thor, and (Y/N) worked together to keep Hela occupied as the Asgardians fled. Valkyrie had her sword, Thor his lightning, and (Y/N) her portals. Unfortunately, Hela refused to go down.

“Go, go now!” called Thor back to Heimdall as the last Asgardians packed onto the ship.

As Heimdall got onto the ship, Hela extended a spear towards Thor, and it nearly skewered him, but (Y/N) redirected it with a portal. Hela threw up her arms, and several spears of rock rose from the ocean to pin the ship in place. (Y/N) threw out her arms and redirected as much as possible with her portals, but Hela’s abilities outpaced the humans’, and she knocked her to the side just as she did Valkyrie and Thor. Undead warriors clambered up the sides of the rocks to attack the Asgardian civilians.

Rapid gunfire disrupted their attack. Skurge stood at the top of the makeshift bridge and fired down at the undead warriors as they ran up at the people attempting to escape. He jumped from the ship in an act of bravery instead of cowardice and shot down the warriors he passed as he landed on the Bifrost. He simultaneously destroyed the spear skewering the ship, and it began to pull away to safety.

“Hela!” shouted Skurge.

He blasted through the undead warriors charging him. He was down to the last one, and he clobbered it with a gun.

A sword skewered him.

Hela’s sword stabbed through him, and Skurge fell to his knees. He collapsed to his back and watched as the ship of evacuees flew farther from Asgard. His final act had been one of bravery. He died with satisfaction on his mind.

“Hela, enough!” called Thor, pulling himself to his feet. “You want Asgard, it’s yours.”

“Whatever game you’re playing, it won’t work,” drawled Hela. “You can’t defeat me.”

“Duh,” said (Y/N), standing shakily. “But he can.” She gestured to the palace as it exploded into rubble.

Surtur, hundreds of feet tall, loomed over Asgard in the debris of the golden palace. He roared, a being of pure magma and flame.

“No…” gasped Hela, taking a step back.

Valkyrie rushed her, knocking her to the ground, and Thor sent lightning crashing into her. Hela pushed against it, and (Y/N) ran and stomped down on her back. It wasn’t enough contact to destroy it, but (Y/N) packed a hell of a kick. Blue light exploded from the impact, and as the force launched (Y/N) back, it sent Hela and the Bifrost tumbling into the ocean.

“Tremble before me, Asgard!” roared Surtur. “I am your reckoning!” He swept his sword across the city and razed the buildings into smoldering piles of fire.

“The people are safe,” panted Valkyrie. “That’s all the matters.” Still, all three watchers gazed at the destruction of Asgard with solemn hearts.

“We’re fulfilling the prophecy,” said Thor.

“I hate this prophecy,” sighed (Y/N) in exhaustion.

“So do I, but we have no choice,” said Thor. “Surtur destroys Asgard, he destroys Hela, so that our people may live. But we need to let him finish the job, otherwise—”

A hulking green figure jumped through the air and landed a solid punch to Surtur. (Y/N) groaned in frustration.

“Hulk, stop, you moron!” shouted Thor.

Hulk punched Surtur’s head, and Surtur grabbed him between two figures and threw him back to the Bifrost carelessly.

“Hulk, stop!” said Thor before Hulk could do anything else stupid. “Just for once in your life, don’t smash!”

“Big monster!” exclaimed Hulk in confusion.

“Let’s go!” said Valkyrie. Loki was circling back to get them onto The Commodore.

And so, as they flew up to the ship of evacuees, Hela faced Surtur, desperately fought against him, and ultimately found herself staring her own death in the face. Surtur struck down with his sword, and the Goddess of Death was no more.

Thor, Loki, Valkyrie, and (Y/N) stood at the window of the ship and gazed at the burning remains of Asgard solemnly.

“The damage is not too bad,” said Korg encouragingly. “As long as the foundations are still strong, we can rebuild this place. It will become a haven for all people and aliens of the universe.”

Asgard exploded into pieces as Ragnarok ran its course.

“Oh. Now those foundations are gone. Sorry,” said Korg.

(Y/N) sighed. She knew it had to be done, but it didn’t help the heartache. The place she’d made a home on was gone. Loki rested a hand on her should and squeezed comfortingly. (Y/N) absently lifted a hand and rested it on his.

“What have I done?” murmured Thor.

“You saved us from extinction,” said Heimdall. “Asgard is not a place; it’s a people.”

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Yandere!Five x Reader x Yandere!Lila (Ghostface AU)

a/n: happy Halloween btw, gonna do my request soon again.

warnings: dark/yandere content, mentions of killing people, some violence, no good ending for reader, Lila and Five is the best frenemies, my small headcanons about Lila&Five&The Comission, some threats, swearing, Lila is flirty, Five is the grumpy little old guy.

Lila and Five are already quite an interesting duo, but put these two together and add a little more craziness and these two will be the last ones you want to run into.

I mean, the two of them worked as assassins, they have a hell of a lot of experience in this, their childhood was fucking terrible and they also have superpowers?? what are you even supposed to do?

when they have to work together, they are very good. just think, Five can easily guess that Lila is hiding something, like being the reason why your recent boyfriend suddenly disappeared. would anyone else notice? I don’t think so.

and there’s Lila. she’s annoying him and getting on Five’s nerves a little too much, Five already have to deal with another 6 mentally unstable adults that still acting like a kids and add to this all Lila? that always trying to strike him back because of their past? this man is done.

Lila may try to make fun of Number Five all the time, but she’s not stupid. 5 is literally a legend for the entire Commission. Yes, he is the founder, but above all, he is one of the best assassins in the entire timeline, for everyone he should be an example of exactly how to do their job properly. Lila hates Five for killing her parents, and of course she spent a lot of time dreaming about how exactly she would get revenge on him. but if you plan to kill someone, then you need to know them better.

“Ha! I know it has to be you, little psycho,” Lila smirks proudly, her hands on her hips as she looks at him. “I mean, it`s easy to guess.”

Five rolls his eyes in annoyance, turning away from this crazy woman. “I’m glad you finally found the opportunity to show off your intellect, Lila,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But right now I’m busy if you didn`t notice.”

“Why won’t you just ask for help, huh?” she shrugs, sitting down on the dresser.

“What?” he frowns slightly, looking confused.

“Ask for help,” she says again. “Do you want me to spell that? A-s-k f-o-r h-”

“I don’t understand why would you even need to get into this mess and helping me.” he wipes sweat off his forehead, sighing softly when takes a quick look at her before going back to work.

She pauses for a moment, thinking about his words. Lila would never get into something like that for Five Hargreeves, no, never in her life. But she would never loose the opportunity to prove something to Number Five, who has so many fans inside the Commission that it’s makes Lila sick.

“So do you need my help or not?” now she is the one who sounds annoyed, but rather offended. “I won’t ask twice, jumpy guy.”

“You know what?” his gaze softens and he tosses towards Lila a sponge with a pair of rubber gloves. “You can actually be very helpful sometimes. Now come on, we don’t have much time until they come home.”

Lila catches everything quickly, smiling widely again, after which she jumps off the drawer and walks towards Five while wearing gloves. She accidentally step on a pool of blood on the floor, and her boots leaving several red dirty prints on a perfectly clean surface.

“Oops.”

“I just fucking ended cleaning here-”

They get along well with each other when it is good for both of them, but not when it comes to the fact that they have to share you. No, don’t even think that they will somehow find a way where they are not going to kill each other, as soon as one of them cross the line and decides to find their own separate way with you and only with you. If Lila will try to steal all your attention from Five - bad for her. If Five will try to do the same - bad for him. It also means problems and for you.

So basically we doing this cool “the one who makes the calls” and “the one who kills” trend. Well, if we going to compare Lila and Five with Billy and Stu there is no doubt that Lila will be as Stu and Five will be as Billy.

Lila can do both roles, not gonna lie, but she really loves those long and intimidating, somehow silly conversations with you while talking on the phone, her cute attempts to scare you, make you tremble and run around the house trying to close all the windows and doors, and it’s actually makes her laugh, especially knowing how useless it is , because come on, we all know that 5 can just teleport wherever he wants and Lila can just… do the same.

Lila sometimes forget that calling at your phone in the middle of the night is an attempt to make you afraid so you’ll be more pliable and when you’re on the verge of going crazy, because almost every day you hear two different types of voices that calls you, one of which threatens to make you suffer if you continue to ignore them, and the second flirts with you, only to say something weird and scary at the end.

You’ve been wearily watching some random horror movie on your TV screen. In fact, you had already lost the countdown a long time ago, you were tired and wanted to go to bed, your eyes were barely open, but part of your waking consciousness could distantly hear the lines from the movie.

An unexpected phone call makes you jump up and wake up immediately, picking up your phone, only to find out it was some unknown number. You decide to answer this call and put the phone to your ear, expecting to hear someone’s familiar voice, thinking that it could be your friends who wanted to prank you or one of your work colleagues but from a different phone number.

“Hello?” you speak uncertainly.

“Hello, who is this?” the voice asks.

“Who are you trying to reach?” you shift slightly in your seat, rubbing your eyes.

“I don’t think it matters now, doll,” the unknown chuckles softly. “You have a pretty cute voice by the way.”

You scoff at their comment, finding this amusing how they tried to flirt with you. “Uh, thanks. But I’m kinda busy with something right now like watching a movie.”

“Is that so?” the stranger pauses briefly before continuing to speak. “What kind of movie?”

You hum softly and tilt your head slightly towards the TV, trying to remember what you watched. “It’s Halloween, so I’m definitely watching scary one.”

You can hear the voice of an unknown person laughing softly at your sarcastic response.

“You’re must be really brave little one to watch this movies all alone at night, huh?” the person asks. “So what’s your favourite scary movie, pretty?”

You yawn in the first half of the person’s sentence and don’t really paid attention to their words, stretching slightly, trying wake up fully and concentrate on the dialogue again, taking the cassette, reading the title of the film. “Uh…Saw, I think?”

“Good choice, this one was so bloody,” you hear their cheering. “So, you have a boyfriend?”

A slight smile appears on your face and you rise from the couch, walking towards the kitchen, still holding the phone in your hands.

“No, I don’t have one,” you answer, playing with a strand of your hair. “Why, you wanna ask me on a date?”

“Maybe I want,” they say and you sighs softly at their attempts. “But you still didn’t told me your name, love.”

“Why do you need to know my name?” you ask nonchalantly as you pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave.

“Because I want to know at who I’m looking right now.”

You freeze in place. It could have been a simple prank in an attempt to make you scared, but still, it really worked on you. “What did you say?”

“I said that I really want to know with who I’m talking-”

Lila doesn’t have time to finish and you immediately end the phone call, which makes her almost break the device she is holding in her hands.

“Damnit!” she swears, sighing loudly in displeasure. “This time was so damn close!”

Lila’s complaints makes Five smile smugly to himself and that only irritates her more. Five leans against the wall with his shoulder as if he was already know how this would end up.

“Don’t smile like that, you little shit,” she grumbles, trying to call you again and again, but you seem to just ignore her attempts.

“Congratulations, Lila,” he shrugs carelessly. “You screwed up again.”

Five will at first be someone you hardly notice when he does his job. Some idiot bothers you? Disappeared. Are you bullied at school? They are all gone. Is someone too close to you and you show genuine interest in them? I’m sorry, but they won’t call you back after the date. Don’t worry, you can cry in the shoulder to your best friends like Lila or Five who will be always here for you. Huh, what a coincidence…

I think Lila will often act as the one to make the calls, as she seems to be the only one who is successful in this and can hold a dialogue with you for more than a couple of minutes. Unlike Number Five. But he really wants to try talking to you. He craves it and he wants to prove that he can make the calls just as well as the dirty work like killing. He would use this as opportunity to tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell you if he was in front of you right now and you would know the real identity of the person who is always calling you so late. But he really just melts because of your sweet voice and he can listen to it for hours while you tell him about your day or plans for the future, Five is a serious and professional man who does his job perfectly. He knows that he has his own work and it needs to be done even though he really wants to forget it all and rest for some time.

“Stop calling me, you weirdo,” you say tiredly.

“Don’t even dare to hang up on me,” 5 warns you, but you immediately end the call despite his words.

As soon as you end up the call, Five, on the other side, closes his eyes and sighs, trying to calm down, them he calls you again. You barely had time to go to bed when you heard the melody of your phone and you had to pick up the device again. You really wanted like to yell at the person who was bothering you, but you are immediately interrupted.

“No, you listen here. Hang up on me and I’ll gut you like a fish, do you understand me?” he threatens you and the tone of his voice makes you tremble. “Now, do you think you can handle that for me, dear?”

I don`t think that any of them would go to kill some person in front of you. Firstly, they don’t want to hurt you, they go too far just by harassing you with calls, but it’s more of a warning, like “don’t go with that guy because he’s not good enough for you” or “you should stay at home tonight and don’t go to that party”. Yes, Ghostface most often calls victims to scare them and then kill them, but they will never touch you. And I also don’t think that they will harm any of your family or just your friends, only those who can potentially / already harm you, otherwise they warn you about it. You really should listen to those scary people that call you or be more attentive when you look out the window and notice a mysterious figure in a black costume in your backyard with those silly scream mask. you have two pairs of eyes that follow you everywhere and they can clearly see more than you so keep it in mind. but yeah, I think Lila sometimes really can just make some calls to you just for fun so Five need to bonk her time to time to remind her job.

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gojos-thot-patrol · 10 months

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Nanami Kento, angst/comfort, “we will burn those bridges when we get there”

Thank you!

I had to fist fight my demons to keep this an angst/comfort and not an angst/comfort/angst, just fyi. I do it all for you, Dear Reader.

Now Presenting...

Starring: a sick of it all Nanami Kento

The gin burned in your chest as it flowed from the bottle to your stomach. You wanted to gag, but managed to force it down with a grimace. You looked up at the stars, glittering bright in the sky above you from where you sat in the garden. You had read somewhere that all the stars you saw in the night sky had died like, a million years ago or something, and that the light you saw was because of how far away they were or-something. You weren’t an astronomer, but, you did know you felt pretty jealous of all those dead lights at that moment.

“Hey,” Nanami startled you out of your head long enough to look at him, “I thought I’d find you here.” He said, going and sitting next to you. You let out a humorless huff trying to masquerade as a laugh.

“Am I really that predictable?” You asked. He thought for a moment, then shrugged.

“The gin was a surprise, I kinda expected vodka to be honest.”

“This was just the first thing I found in the liquor cabinet.” You confessed.

“Ah.” Kento nodded in understanding, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting a smoke. You watched the way the smoke danced from his lungs into the sky, swirling around itself and the dead stars. There was a metaphor there somewhere.

“I heard what happened,” Nanami cut through the silence again, “I’m sorry for your loss.” You looked away from the smoke and down to the ground. The grief of losing your best friend hadn’t settled in yet, instead denial and shock taking it’s place. You dreaded the moment the reality set in.

“It’s fine, I guess,” You lied, “They were a sorcerer. We kinda know the deal when we sign up for this job.”

“Do we though?” Kento questioned, turning his head to look at you. You let out another huff.

“Yea, not really. They tell us they do everything in their power to limit as many fatalities as possible-”

“Then send a second grade sorcerer after a special grade curse.” Kento spoke from experience. You nodded, finally finding it in you to look at him.

“Yea. I just…Did you ever feel like you had a choice?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes again.

“No, not really.” He admitted with a shrug, “I felt like the moment my technique manifested everyone decided this was what I was going to do, regardless of what I wanted.” You knew that feeling all to well. You thought most sorcerers did. You knew your friend did.

“It’s not fair,” You stated the obvious, “They treat us as disposable, as if were all fucking Satoru, invincible.” You spat, feeling the anger building up inside your chest again, looking for someone to light the fuse.

“And then they bitch about not having enough sorcerers after sending them all to die.” Nanami struck the match. You jumped to your feet with a groan, unable to sit still for any longer.

“Yea, exactly! And like, look I’m not saying I agree with Suguru, but he’s right about how society treats sorcerers! Like we only exist for them like were not our own people with our own hopes and dreams-!”

“Please tell me you’re not planning a eugenics fueled mass murder.” Nanami demanded rather than asked, looking at you with sharp, concerned eyes.

“No, not at all,” You assured him, watching the tension visibly leave his shoulders as you said so, “I just…I don’t know. I want to run away.” You confessed.

“So then why not do it?” Kento asked, taking a drag off his cigarette, “I want to leave too,” He revealed, “And we could do it. There’s nothing stopping us from doing it.” Honestly, you didn’t expect that from Nanami. If anything. You expected him to try and convince you to stay, to fulfill your duties as a sorcerer. You liked that he still managed to surprise you.

“Because we can’t just leave,” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Why not?”

“We have responsibilities here. What about the elders? They’d never forgive us.” Nanami shrugged at your concerns.

“We’ll burn those bridges when we get there. Honestly, I’m not too keen on letting a bunch of people that referred to World War One as “The Great War” dictating my every move for the rest of my life.” a very sudden and very heavy realization hit you at that moment.

“wait…You’re serious, aren’t you?” You asked. He looked up at you from where he sat and nodded.

“Yea. I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t,” He chuckled a bit, “ There’s nothing tangible keeping us here.”

“Where would we even go?”

“I got two tickets to Malaysia.” He offered.

“Wait, like, right now?! Ready to go?!” You scoffed, your brain struggling to keep up in the pool of gin.

“I bought them on impulse about a week ago. They were cheap and I thought it was a two way flight. It wasn’t, but, I kinda assumed that was fate. I’ve been meaning to ask you, I just…I couldn’t fine the right time I guess.” Not that now was the right time, but, it was a time.

“When does the flight leave?’ You asked.

“Two days. Think that’s enough time to get your affairs in order?” You thought for a long time about what Kento was offering, the real gravity of what it would entail. You would never be able to return to Jujutsu Sorcery again.

“Yea. Two days is more than enough.”

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Saul Silva x reader - stubborn

Hi Please, would you write something with Saul cranky because he's sick and reader finally understands it. Thanks in advance and for all your stories - @djino04 💜

When you woke up, you noticed Saul hadn’t woken up yet and you sat up, lifting the quilt you found him buried under it and you smiled softly.

“Hey sleepy, you have to get up.”

He grumbled, pulling the quilt back down and you rolled your eyes, lifting it up again.

“Darling wake up.”

Saul rolled over and he looked at you before reaching up slowly, and yanking the quilt back down.

“Saul?”

“Don’t wake me up…” he grumbled.

“Alright, alright.” You laughed.

You got up, showered, dressed, made breakfast and coffee which Sauk refused both offers of you giving him some and you made your way back over to the bed.

Laying down, you lifted the quilt and pulled it down, placing your hand on his cheek, you smoothed your thumb along his stubble as you looked at him.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked softly.

“Nothing in fine..” he grumbled.

“No you’re not.”

“I’m fine.” He snapped.

Saul turned around and you sighed, deciding to give him some space.

“Just go away…”

“Alright, I’ve got a few meetings today, so I’ll be back late.”

Getting up, you walked around the bed and you looked at him, sighing you covered him back up.

“Call me if you need me alright?”

With that, you left and Saul closed his eyes.

He felt bad for snapping at you, he really did, but he didn’t feel great, but at the same time he didn’t want to tell you because he knew you would cancel everything to look after him.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Saul all day, you were worried about him, so you walked over to Ben.

“Hey can you do me a favour?”

“What is it?”

He looked up from his work.

“I need to run to the town, can you go check in Saul and let me know how he’s doing. I think there’s something wrong but he’s refusing to tell me.”

“Yeah of course.”

“Thanks!”

You jogged away to head to town and finish the last of your tasks, grabbing a few things for Ben, Farah and Saul.

Ben had texted you to tell you that Saul seemed fine and he was training , and you frowned a little reading the message.

Sighing, you put your phone back in your pocket and walked into the store of your old friend.

“We’ll look what the cat dragged in.”

“Oh be quiet.”

Sebastian chuckled and walked over, giving you a gentle hug and he offered you a seat and made you a cup of tea.

“No Saul? Last I heard you two are in separable.”

“He’s being moody and told me to go away so.”

Sebastian laughed a little.

“Is he sick?”

“No?”

Sebastian shook his head a little.

“I can bet you right now if you go back, he’s sick. He’s probably got a cold or something but he’s stubborn and won’t tell you.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and Sebastian laughed a little bit, shaking his head at you.

You stayed talking to him for maybe an hour before you went back to Alfea, dropping everything off for everyone, you made your way back to Saul’s room with his bag and set it on the table.

“Saul?” You called.

He wasn’t there, so you headed back to your room to drop your own stuff off, and you saw the lump under your quilt.

Walking over, you crouched down and pulled it down to reveal his face, and he looked at you.

“Stop waking me up.” He snapped.

“Are you sick?”

“No.”

He turned around and you climbed over him to lay next to him.

“You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick!”

You reached out and touched his forehead and he lightly slapped your hand away and turned away from you again.

“You’re definitely sick. Stop being so stubborn!”

Getting up, you stood on the bed and looked down at him, and he looked up at you.

“Just admit it, you’re sick!”

“No I’m not!”

“Saul Silva!”

“No!”

You jumped down and rummaged through your stuff and found some cold and flu medicine and slammed it on the nightstand.

Then you ripped quilt from him and dropped it on the floor and he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared up at the ceiling.

“You have a cold.”

“I don’t get sick.” He huffed.

“Yea you do. Now take the medicine.”

“Don’t need it if I’m not sick.”

He reached down for the quilt and you took it back, taking it across the room you dropped it and sat down on it.

“Tow can play this game.”

“I’ll just go back to my room then.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“If you can get there then sure.”

Saul slowly stood up, and you watched him process everything all at once and he slowly sat back down with a groan.

“You’re sick.”

Saul sighed, and he reached for the medicine box and the water you had brought over and he took the medicine and downed the water.

Nodding your head, you got up and carried the quiet back over.

Saul swung himself back on the bed and you placed your hand on his chest, pushing down down before covering him up.

“I guess I might be a little sick..” he mumbled.

“Get some sleep.” You whispered.

You walked around and got under the quilt with him, and he immediately pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Sorry I snapped at you…”

You smiled, reaching your hand up to play with his hair.

“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up in a few hours.” You whispered.

He nodded and you smiled.

Saul was always stubborn, so you should’ve known straight away that he was sick, because he would never admit he was sick until he couldn’t deny it anymore

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To Understand Someone - Just Us Chapter 51

Warnings: Mentions/Talks of Abuse, and SA, Homelessness

Word Count: 3244

Series List | Chapter 50 | Chapter 52

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"Uh, yes but I don't use it often." I don't know what else to say, I mean I do own a private jet but the local hospitals use it more for organ transportation as I give it to them pro bono.

"Wait, no forget the jet. Back track. You were homeless?"

Wait did I say that? I think back to my little pep talk to Wanda and realise I definitely did say that, I didn't even realise I had said it. This was meant to be about making her comfortable with my lifestyle and I just had to go and drop that fucking part of my past didn't I. Well done me. Give yourself a pat on the back. Fucking stupid.

I look at Wanda, her brows furrowed as I remain quiet. Letting out a small sigh, I move back to sit in my chair, placing my hands on the table that Wanda reaches over to grab, pulling them closer to her. She doesn't push for an answer, she is just sat there waiting patiently.

"I told you about how the Barton family adopted me right?"

"Yeah, your maiden name is Danvers."

"Okay." I take a breath before continuing. "So Carol is 13 years older than me and when I was 7 she decided she had had enough of working in the local corner shop. She went off to the air force to start basic training, she moved into the barracks and everything: hardly coming home for holidays. The first year was difficult on us all, I mean we would phone her once a week and that but she kept saying she finally escaped and wasn't coming back. Not that I knew what that meant at that point. I think the day after my 8th birthday was the first time my dad hit me, my mom came to my defence but he simply hit her too. I thought nothing of it at first, but I can't for the life of me remember what I did to deserve it. Anyway, jump ahead to the age of 12 me and my mom were still trapped in this abusive household going around and around in circles. I'm sorry I didn't mean it, let me make it up to you. That was his favourite lie to tell. At this point I had decided enough was enough, and one night I packed a small bag. I had enough clothes to last me for maybe a few days, my sleeping bag and a few snacks that I took from my dad's collection in the cabinet. I ran. I didn't stop running until my feet were blistered and bleeding, I ended up in some park somewhere and decided that the bench would be the best place for me to sleep. I got lucky within the first week, and found a small community of homeless people living under a bridge. One of the ladies there took me under her wing and showed me how to survive on the streets, she even had to explain what a period was because when I woke up screaming that I was gonna die. Well let's just say I didn't live that moment down, looking back on it now still makes me laugh."

I bow my head, trying to gather my thoughts. Wanda doesn't say anything, she just squeezes my hand to let me know she is still listening. I let go of one of her hands, grabbing my now lukewarm coffee and drinking it in one. I'm going to need the caffeine boost after this. A put the empty mug back down, reconnecting our hands again before I look back up at Wanda. Her eyes are watery, I can't tell if it's from my story or how we are both opening up about our pasts, but a soft and kind smile plays on her lips. It gives me the reassurance and confidence I need to continue.

"I was with the group for 1 year, I wasn't even the youngest there. One of the ladies was pregnant when she joined our camp, heavily pregnant. I was still 12 at the time. Once her little baby boy was born we all did our part to make sure they were okay and he would survive. This meant anything from stealing from shops, to get diapers or formula. It meant longer hours on the streets just asking for spare change. We didn't let her on the streets because it was too dangerous for her and a newborn, so she stayed at the camp where we could protect her. I came across this place, a charity that helps out the homeless. Instead of going in there asking for help for me, I asked them to help the mother and child. So they did. She lives in a one bed apartment somewhere, her child is now 10 and is so fucking smart. Then I hit 13 and we had just welcomed a new member, some bloke who had nowhere to go after his mother kicked him out when she found drugs in his room."

I pause again, Wanda's hands move to my face to wipe the tears that I didn't realise had escaped away. I kiss both of her hands before she moves them back to mine.

"This man was...disgusting. He was always high, now don't get me wrong addiction is a real issue that should be taken seriously, but when he was high. He was horrid. He would always try and get his way with the woman of the camp and when they rejected him, he moved to me. Now I got so fucking lucky, because he came into my tent and I kicked and screamed I thought that was it for me. Then his body was thrown out of the tent and the people of the camp. Well let's just say I couldn't recognise his face after, but I ran. Again I ran until my bare feet were bruised and bleeding and I didn't know where I was, at that point it was late into the night. When I went to sleep in the doorway of some shop, I didn't expect the next day that the owner of the shop would invite me inside, cook me some pancakes for breakfast. Her first question to me was, 'do you have a safe place to stay tonight?'. From there the rest is sort of history. I stayed in a spare room in their house, earning my keep by helping at the shop, getting back into school making. I also looked after 2 year old Cooper and Laura was already expecting her next, when I first moved in at 13. So when I say that they are my brothers and sisters, they really are because they grew up with me there. Then when I turned 18 I got an annulment from my father, I heard my mother had some sort of psychotic breakdown and is in a mental institution. That Christmas I got the adoption papers from Laura and Clint. So yeah that's my story."

Our little table, in the corner of the café that's not so quiet anymore due to the lunch rush, is engulfed in silence. The rest of the noise that surrounds us seems to be muffled, I'm not concentrating on what's around me. I'm only concentrating on Wanda. Her reactions. The way she goes to say something but doesn't. The way her hands are holding mine like I might run at any point. I don't expect her to say anything, there really is nothing to be said, nothing can be done about the past. So there's no reason to throw out useless apologies or words that mean nothing, because it's all already happened and there is nothing anyone can do about it. I know Wanda knows this too. She knows I don't need reassurance about anything other than that she listened and she knows that I understand her. I understand her on a level that she didn't expect, one she probably hasn't had someone understand in the right way at all.

People always say 'well look at where you are now', but in reality it couldn't be further from the truth. Sure we both have roofs over our heads, food on the table, friends and family who surround us. That's all on the outside though, what people don't see is the years that you were not in that place, it stays with you. That's what I understand with Wanda, and that's what she understands with me. We may be in two very different places with how we live on the outside, but on the inside she is still that little girl in Sokovia who lived through a civil war. I'm still the little girl who used to get beat by her dad then nearly got raped when she was homeless.

It's easy to put those walls up, to protect yourself from further hurt. Protect your past from others never letting anyone in. But when you find someone who you truly love, who shows nothing but care and understanding and someone who doesn't run and the first sign of trouble in you. Then you can start to let them break down your walls, you may not even realise they are breaking them down. I didn't. I never realised how much I was allowing Wanda to see until just now. I never even told Sarah about the tent incident. Only Laura and Clint know, and now Wanda.

I see Wanda stand from my chair, my heart sinking a little, my subconscious telling me what a good job I've done at scaring her away. Instead of walking out of the café she walks up to me, wraps her arms around my head and pulls it against her stomach. That's all I needed. My arms wrap around her waist and I cry into her shirt, trying to keep my cries as quiet as possible to not draw attention to ourselves. Wanda moves her body slightly to block me completely from view while all this is happening, running a hand through my hair as she hums something feeling the vibrations on my head.

"Thank you for telling me Y/n."

Those were the words I didn't know I needed to hear, but at the same time the only ones I wanted to hear. None of this 'I'm sorry you went through that' bullshit, but just her thanking me for trusting her with my past. Like she trusts me with hers. I finally manage to calm myself down, nothing like an emotional breakdown in public to spice up the day. Damn I need a nap.

"Thank you." That's all I have to say. It's a thank you for listening, for understanding, for not running, for trusting me with her past. It's a thank you to the last month and how amazing she has been at slowly breaking down my walls.

"Do you want to head back to mine?" I lift my head to look up at her, shaking my head in denial.

"No, we still have to go and look at that suit."

"Okay baby. Do you want another drink to calm ourselves down? Then we can head to the shops."

"Sounds perfect lyubov."

Wanda walks off to the counter, waiting in the small queue that has formed. I open up the camera on my phone to have a look at my face, thank fuck I didn't wear make-up today, it's a little red and tears stained. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy, my nose running a little like it does when I have a good cry. I grab one of the napkins from the holder on the table wiping at my face before gently blowing my nose and making sure my face is somewhat decent. I look to Wanda, to see is already staring at me and she mouths out an 'I love you', and I say it right back to her.

The queue moves forward slightly, me and Wanda both still staring at each other before our heads turn to a small commotion at the front of the queue. The server seemingly getting frustrated with the customer in front of him, as they don't respond and are still looking up at the menu. The next person in the queue politely taps the woman on the shoulder pointing to the server. The woman's cheeks go red in embarrassment as she moves to the counter to give her order, but when she speaks the server asks her to repeat not understanding what she is saying.

"Ma'am, I have other people to serve if you don't order something I am going to have to ask you to leave." The man lets out an exasperated sigh, as he waves to the queue where a few impatient customers can be seen looking at their wrist watches. As soon as the lady points to her ears and signs to the man he rolls his eyes. "Oh for fuck sake, really during the lunch rush."

The woman looks at the man, slightly confused, obviously struggling to read his lips behind the screen. I look between the two and decide that him shouting at her isn't getting anyone anywhere. I stand from my chair, putting my coat on the back of it so people know someone is sitting there, and make my way over to the lady. I tap her on the shoulder. She turns to look up at me, panic in her eyes but when I smile at her she relaxes a little.

What is it you're after ma'am.

Her face lights up when I sign the words to her, she looks back up to the menu then back to me.

A Medium Caramel Macchiato, with one of those cookies decorated to look like pumpkins.

Okay, so pumpkin cookie and a caramel M-A-C-C-H-I-A-T-O.

I spell out not one hundred percent sure that's what she signed, I haven't had to use it in a while. I'm rusty.

Yes, medium please.

No problem, why don't you take a seat? I will order it for you and get someone to bring it over.

You don't have to.

This will be my good deed for the day, please go sit.

I turn to look at the man behind the counter, his mood still as foul as ever as he taps his hands impatiently on the screen in front of him. I roll my eyes, standing up straight, tensing a little to just show off a few of my muscles. When the man swallows harshly, I smirk.

"The lady will be having a caramel macchiato, medium, with one of those pumpkin looking cookies please."

"Anything else for her?"

"That's all, and if one of you could take it over to her because she definitely won't hear you calling her order."

"Fine. That's $5.40 all together please." I swipe my card, and when he hands me the receipt I look back at him.

"Learn some understanding, not everyone is of seeing eyes, or hearing ears. Be patient with them, they are stressed enough."

"Uh, sorry ma'am. Just been a stressful day, normally I'm better with those sorts of things."

"It's okay, just try not to take it out on us customers."

"Of course."

I leave the counter, walking to the ladies table making sure I'm in her view when I place the receipt on her table. She takes out her purse to hand me over a ten dollar bill, but I simply wave her off.

As I said, it's my good deed for the day. Someone will bring it all over for you when it's ready.

Thank you so much, you've just made my day. Hell even my week.

I'm happy to help. Enjoy your coffee and cookie ma'am.

Thank you. Enjoy your date with the red-headed hottie.

My eyes go slightly wide at her observations.

I'm deaf not blind.

Thank you I will. Enjoy the rest of your day.

By the time I finish talking to the lady Wanda is back at the table with our drinks, a smile on her face the whole time as she follows my movements back to our table. Once I sit down, she grabs one of my hands and starts peppering kisses all over it, and I giggle up at her which makes her smile grow more between kisses.

"That was really sweet of you baby. She looked so relieved when you started signing."

"Just doing my good deed for the day."

"Mhmm, and then you did that thing with your stance at the man. I thought he was going to shit his pants, he went so pale." We both laugh as our eyes search each other's huge smiles on our faces.

"And what did you think of my stance?" Wanda leans closer to me so I turn my head so she can whisper in my ear.

"How I can't wait to have those hands around my neck as I'm tied to the bed." I let out a low groan as Wanda pulls back slowly her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You are something else." Wanda smirks at me.

"I know. What did the woman say when you went to her table?" I laugh at the change of topic.

"She said thank you. Oh she also called you a hottie."

"Maybe you should teach me some sign language, I want to say thanks for the compliment or something."

"I could think of a few things to teach you." I smirk as Wanda's face flushes as I gain back the control. "But seriously if you want to thank her all you gotta do is this." I keep my movements slow as I show Wanda what to do, also saying the words out loud so she knows what each sign is.

"Okay so."

Thank you for the compliment.

"Exactly."

"Okay cool. So finish your drink so I can thank her."

I roll my eyes but comply with Wanda's request to finish my drink. I stand and put my coat on, while Wanda does the same and we link arms heading towards the ladies table. She is drinking her coffee, a few bites taken out of her cookie when she comes into our view. She smiles up at me and then to Wanda who unlinks her arm from mine.

Thank you for the compliment.

Wanda says the words as she signs them making sure she knows what she is saying. The smile on the lady's face grows wider as she signs back.

Wow, another person who can sign. I mean I wasn't wrong. How did this one manage to get someone like you?

I put my hand on my chest acting hurt, as the lady lets out a small laugh but Wanda just looks at us confused. I inform her of what the lady said and she nods her head in agreement, nudging our shoulders together.

She doesn't actually sign. She just wanted to say thank you for calling her a hottie.

I speak as I sign and translate what the woman says, so Wanda can join in on the conversation.

I will let you two get back to your date.

I nod signing a small thank you that Wanda copies before we head out of the café. She links our arms together once again as we start walking towards the SAKS shop here on fifth avenue.

"Ready to look around?"

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chaotic-on-main · 10 months

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Summer Event! 💕

Matcha Green Tea Ice Cream,

Kitchen Sink option but make it a surprise!

Thank you for being so understanding & sweet, I get really anxious if you can't tell haha. You're a dear💕✨

Order up!! One matcha green tea cone with everything but the kitchen sink for Eri!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ janitor!Levi Ackerman x fem!people-pleaser!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, meet-cute(kinda?), familial trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff, accidental therapy (for me), corporate ick

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Eri!! Thank you so much for sending this request in. I was a little worried with the whole "make it a surprise" because I struggle with lack of structure BUT I'm so proud of how this came out. I couldn't stop writing, as you can see. This might be a little self-indulgent and I hope I got the emotions right since I struggle with them. I just want Levi to call me out on my shit, okay?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! love you k bye *smooches*

☾ Word Count ➼ ~7.6k (oops)

“Hi, you’re the new hire right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Carol from a few rows down. Listen, I hate to do this to you since you’re so new but you’re the only one I can ask. Would you be able to do the data entry on the Sina job? I can’t stay past closing tonight due to my set plans and unfortunately it’s due tomorrow morning. Could you help me out? I’ll pay you back!”

The voice of your overly excited brunette coworker reverberates through your skull as you type away at your desk, the bright light of your monitor biting at your eyes just like the migraine you feel in the back of your head. You had a feeling that this is not the first time the people in the office have picked on the newcomers, and you bet it wouldn’t be the last. You chalk it up the fact that you were still in the office past seven in the evening doing someone else’s work because they dropped the stack of papers on your desk before you could say anything back, but you knew better. Damn your pathological people pleasing tendencies.

Your chair squeaks as you lean back in it, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose as you sigh heavily. It’s a handful of days into your first week and you’re already daydreaming about your next vacation. An office job was not your first go to, but as all struggling artists do, you needed this job to supplement your income until your art took off – if that ever happened.

Thoughts of how much longer you’d have to be here swirl through your mind when you’re interrupted by a loud thunk a few cubicles down. It startles you so much that you jump up as your eyes shoot open, hand over your heart in an attempt to calm it. You weren’t aware of anyone else in the building so you can’t help but think there might be a mass murderer just feet away from you. Steeling your resolve, you push yourself up from your chair and carefully peek over the half wall to see what had made that noise.

At first you don’t see anything as your eyes adjust from seeing nothing to the semi-lit office floor from the setting sun and dimmed overheads. Down the row, you see the back of a man in what you assume to be a gray janitor’s suit. An undercut peeks between short raven locks, neck lines sharp giving away to a clean cut. It doesn’t seem like he notices you’re there as his attention is focused on the waste basket in front of him.

You sit back down slowly, heaving a heavy sigh from relief that it was indeed not a mass murderer – well, that you know of. He didn’t seem threatening from far away at least. Your hands hover on the keyboard as you do your best to blink away the tired. Only a few more pages now, you reassure yourself.

An hour later, miraculously you find yourself down to the last page. The miscellaneous words and numbers swim off the page as you force yourself to focus. With the promise of a late night treat, you finally make it down to the last line. Just as you’re about to hit ‘enter’, something kicks the back of your chair causing you to yelp loudly and slam down on the keys harder than you meant.

“What are you still doing here?” A deep voice grumbles from behind you, making your ears twitch at the sudden volume difference. You twist around in your chair to see who the voice belongs to and you’re surprised to see it coming from the janitor you saw earlier. What’s even more surprising is how young he looks, and handsome to boot - despite the look he’s giving you. Stark gray-blue lidded eyes stare down at you as he scowls, eyebrows pinched together. He doesn’t look pleased.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m working on some…” Your voice falters when his expression turns into annoyance.

“You’re in my way.” He simply states as he leans against a vacuum you only now notice sitting under his arm. Was your focus so strong that you completely missed the sounds of him cleaning around you?

“Oh, uh. Yeah, let me get out of your way then.” You say timidly, pushing yourself out of the chair. You’re face to face with him at standing height, even in your work heels. This was a very intimidating man despite his short stature.

“I’m not going to clean with you breathing down my neck.” He grumbles, eyes narrowing at you like you asked him the most offensive question known to man. Your lips part as you struggle to find your words, but nothing comes out as you find yourself low-key panicking.

“I c-can just-”

“Just finish what you’re working on, I’ll just come back.” He rolls his eyes before walking away, leaving you and the vacuum illuminated by your computer screen. You ball your hands in fists to keep them from shaking.

Exhaling a weak breath, you sit back down and force yourself to focus on the last line of data instead of the glowering expression of your office’s janitor.

You slam your forehead into the vinyl coating of your desk, not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to hear the echoes of contact through the whole floor. It’s nearing seven at night again and you’re still in office catching up on yet another coworker’s workload.

When they asked what plans you had tonight, you didn’t think that saying you were going home to watch TV would bite you in the ass. If you were completely honest, you had quietly hoped they might be asking if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. After all, they were the only ones that had really talked to you in the past few weeks but you’re starting to wonder if they were just trying to butter you up to get you to say yes to their requests.

Who were you kidding though, you would have said yes anyways because the word ‘no’ didn’t exist in your vocabulary. You wish you weren’t so aware of that fact because not only are you stressed out, you’re full of self loathing. A groan escapes your lips.

“Still doing other people’s work?” You hear a familiar voice grumble from behind.

After lifting your head up from the cool desk, you swivel around in your chair to see the janitor – this time in dark blue. A white handkerchief wraps around his face, covering his mouth and nose so that all you see are his tired eyes. A same-colored bandana adorns his head with some of his bangs falling into his eyes. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from asking what the point of the bandana was if it didn’t keep his hair out of his face.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, partly from not using it for so long but also because of the steady unfriendly feeling radiating off him. He raises an eyebrow at you as you stare up at him almost dumbfounded.

“I- who said I was doing other people’s work?” You finally make out, voice trembling.

“You’re new, right? The office goons do that to every newbie that comes in.” He folds his arms over his chest and you see that his sleeves are rolled up to show his toned forearms, muscles popping up from the position they’re in. Your eyes flicker back up to his, blinking slowly.

“I’m sure but they needed the help, so...”

“Because they would rather slack off than do any work. They’re taking advantage of you and you’re falling for it? You’re an adult, right?” There isn’t malice in his words but they still sting.

“Of course I am! I work here, don’t I?” Your eyes widen in emphasis, sweeping your hands around you.

“Tch, that doesn’t make you an adult. I’ve been here for years and I’ve seen my fair share of children.” His scowl reappears at those words. You’ve never met someone so grumpy.

You close your mouth at that, not sure what else to say. He clicks his tongue and flips a small towel over his shoulder. Turning on his heel, he sets off down the aisle without another word, the sounds of his heavy boots getting quieter.

You don’t get done until 10:30 that night. On your way out, you pass by the janitor who was currently on the inside of the board meeting glass walls, wiping them down with what you suppose is glass cleaner. His eyes meet yours as you walk by and you offer a small wave and smile even though his short words still sting. You think he’s going to ignore you but instead, he gives you a curt nod.

The janitor’s words swim through your mind the next time you’re asked to stay behind to help out. You spent the last couple of weeks doing your best practicing in the shower on setting boundaries with your coworkers but when the person who came to you next was your supervisor, how could you say no.

You were in the middle of packing your bag while lost in thought of your weekend plans when she came to you. You’re thinking you might stop by the evening market by the river before heading home with some food from the local vendors when a finger taps on your shoulder followed by your name coming out in a honey-laced voice.

“Hey, I just wanted to stop by and commend you on being such a team player in the last month. It’s something we find rare in someone as young as you and of course we’re grateful.” Your red-haired boss beams down at you while she talks. The feeling of ice pricks in your veins at what you know was coming next.

“I’m really sorry to come to you so last minute and on a Friday no less, but because of your wonderful work ethic, you’re the only one I can trust to complete The Warrior Project. It’s been extremely slow going and we need it done by Monday. Do you think you can stay behind and help us out?” She offers you an apologetic smile, eyes boring into yours with sincerity.

You wished you could have said no but the words died before they made it out of your mouth, instead agreeing meekly with a fake smile.

So now here you sit at your desk with the dying rays of light rising higher against the back walls as the sun sets, fingers flying across the keyboard. You suppose you’ll have to stop by the late night convenience store on the way home for some dinner; your face scrunches up at the thought of your very limited choices.

“If you type any harder, you’ll break it.” You don’t bother to turn around at the voice, knowing damn well who it was.

“I’m sure they’ll get me another one. They need me to finish this, after all.” You mutter the last part under your breath. The smell of something sweet and tangy hits your nose and on contact, your stomach rumbles loudly.

Swiveling in your chair, you’re met with the janitor who’s simultaneously holding a feather duster as well as a bag of what looks like Chinese take-out. Your eyes widen at the sight, bouncing back and forth between the objects in his hand.

“Are you here to eat or dust?” You ask, finally looking up to his face. There’s no expression on his pretty face. You still haven’t gotten over how stunning he was, with his pointed nose and pouty bottom lip. Today he has his janitor uniform half on, the sleeves of the suit tied around his waist so that it’s only pants. Tucked in is a black t-shirt that shows more of his muscular arms. He’s not ripped by any means but it’s very obvious he exercises on his time off.

“I’m here to dust. This is for you to eat.” He says dryly, shoving the bag in your direction. Once again, you find your words stolen as you stare at the brown paper bag that sits curled in his pale fingers. Your eyes shift back and forth between his face and the food.

“F-for me? Why?”

“Whenever I see you here late, you never eat. You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I eat when I get home.” You retort back softly. A late night meal for you consists of a single serving bag of chips and whatever looked edible at the convenience store – but you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Just eat it.” He pushes it forward to you again, the warm smells of food wafting past your nose. It smelled like heaven.

“I- no. I can’t take that, it’s yours!” You wave your hands in front of your chest in a dismissive manner. A dark eyebrow shoots up his face.

“So she can say no.” He reaches over you and places the paper bag down on your desk. Along with the smells of delicious food, the scent of clean laundry and musky pine tickles your nose. It’s a very pleasant combination, and one you were not expecting. “Eat it, throw it away, I don’t care.” He says casually before turning around and walking off. Your hand reaches out in an attempt to stop him, but he’s long gone.

Twisting your chair around, you eye the paper bag for a moment before finally caving. Your stomach is about to eat itself and he had paid for it, so you don’t want to waste it. Why he would care enough about you to order food is a mystery, though.

Upon opening the contents, you’re greeted with a small foil dish with a plastic covering holding what you believe is orange chicken. A little white box off to the side contains sticky rice and in the little plastic package next to it holds some spring rolls – all still steaming hot and smelling wonderful.

You spend the next half hour scarfing down your dinner while thinking about how you’d pay the janitor back. The flush that started creeping up your cheeks at the end of your encounter with him stays even when you go to bed late that night.

The week after, you intentionally slow down on your daily work so that you had a reason to stay late and finish it. But much to your dismay, you don’t see the janitor anywhere. You’d leave each night a little embarrassed at yourself for being so excited for someone you’ve talked to a handful of times, but to your benefit you had a reason for your madness.

Finally, you gather enough courage to peep your head over your half-wall and grab your coworker’s attention – whose attention was on a mobile game in his hands and not on the spreadsheets in front of his face.

“Ryan?” You whisper-shout down. Your brunette coworker’s eyes shoot up to yours, almost in a panic.

“What? Is the boss lady making her rounds?” He asks back. You sweep your eyes around the office floor and finally find your supervisor who was currently in a meeting with other board members.

“She’s busy, you’re fine. I actually had a question?” You didn’t realize how soft you were speaking until he stood up to meet you, towering a good foot above you with his ear down to you.

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you knew when the janitor might be back? I haven’t seen him in a few days.” You subconsciously start picking at your nails – a nervous habit.

Ryan stares at you as he processes your words before throwing his head back in bellowing laughter. You’re quick to shush him and duck your head down from the glares aimed your way at such a loud disturbance.

“Not so loud!!” You whisper-shout again.

“I’m sorry, I’m just curious why you want to know? He doesn’t like anyone, and no one likes him.” He shrugs his shoulders. You so badly want to tell him to shut up and that you like him, but instead you settle on trying to get him to answer your question.

“Well, what’s his schedule?” You narrow your eyes in hopes of getting the message across that you were serious.

“Well, that’s the thing, he’s always working. Sometimes even on the weekends. From what I heard, his cleaning routes are the same every week. He doesn’t get to our floor until late in the week. He has a thing for cleaning, so I heard, and that’s why there’s only one janitor contracted. He’s so weird.” Ryan rolls his eyes as he rests his chin against the top of the wall.

“What’s his name?”

“Why do you care so much about the janitor?” It’s Ryan’s turn to narrow his eyes to you. You’re asking too many questions and he’s getting far too nosy about your business. It’s best to retreat for now.

“Uh, it’s nothing. Thank you.” You squeak before plopping yourself down at your chair and pretending to click around on your word documents until you no longer feel the pierce of your coworker’s stare.

So he’s always here, you think. You’re just missing him on your way down. You bite back a smile as you glance down to the clock at the bottom corner of your screen. The time reads 4:37pm and it’s a Thursday which meant that he would be around your floor this evening. Perfect. Your eyes sweep over to your bag in your excitement.

In the time it takes for you to wait for the gray-blue eyed janitor, you’ve finished half of the next day’s work. A part of you starts to wonder if he isn’t coming tonight, that it may be tomorrow instead, and weirdly you find yourself hoping one of your coworkers would ask you to help them out again so that you had a reason to stay.

“That’s so stupid.” You say out loud as you stir sugar into the black tea you had spent the last 5 minutes steeping. You’re standing in the office break room, lost in thought.

“I’m sure the mug doesn’t feel that way.” That voice makes your heart flutter, and you bite back the smile that threatens to curve into your face. Instead, you pinch your lips together and turn around.

The janitor is there alright, uniform zipped up tight as he holds a spray bottle and a rag. He’s leaning against the doorframe of the break room, arms folded across his chest. His black hair falls into his face, almost kissing the corners of his heavy-lidded eyes as they watch you intently.

“Ah, there you are!” You exclaim, pointing your spoon at him.

“Here I am.”

“I have something to give you as payback for dinner last week.” You muse, grinning at him. His eyes widened briefly before going back to normal.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I’m grateful for it, dummy.” Carefully, you place your spoon next to your mug and walk towards him until you’re face to face. It takes him a moment to realize you were waiting for him to move, and carefully he backs away so that you have room to escape.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You order before dashing off to your cubicle.

When you come back with the gift in hand, you see that the janitor hadn’t moved an inch. His intimidating eyes follow you as you stop in front of him, slightly breathless from speed walking back. An eyebrow raises at you as he waits for you to catch your breath.

“I-ah. Okay. So. I made these for you. I ended up having to make a fresh batch because I didn’t see you for a bit and I didn’t want to feed you stale cookies so. Anyways, here. Thank you for feeding me last week.” You beam up at him as you hold your hands out to show him your gift.

It’s a small plastic bag wrapped with a pastel bow. The contents of the bag include bite sized cookies that you spent all last night remaking in hopes you would see him again. They’re pale yellow in color, dusted with a light coat of cane sugar. His eyes widen again at your gesture, this time staying big as they stare at the bag in your hand like its gold.

“You… made these for me?” His voice is low.

“I did! I don’t know if you like sweets but these are my mother’s recipe and her cookies were never that sweet. Pretty much the sweetness comes from the sugar on top. The rest are just buttery goodness.” You gush as you stare off in thought, the happy memories of your mom making these cookies for you flooding your brain.

When your eyes fall back to the raven-haired man, you’re almost tempted to run away in embarrassment. His neutral expression stares back at you and you take a small step back.

“I’m sorry, this is probably weird. You don’t have to take them actually. In fact, I’ll just le-“

“No, you’re fine. I uh, I appreciate it.” He quickly reaches out and grabs the bag, the sound of crinkling plastic taking up space in the nearly empty mess room. You offer him a small smile, grateful that he accepted the gift. His eyes trail past you and onto the kitchen counter behind you. He purses his lips as he thinks but finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Pour that disgusting excuse for a tea out and follow me. Bring the mug.” He says tersely before turning on his heels and out the door. You blink hard a few times as your brain processes his words but quickly you find yourself dumping out the tea and chasing after him down the cubicle aisles.

Soon, you’re sitting on the ground with the janitor as he pours steaming amber liquid from the thermos he pulled out of his cleaning cart just mere moments ago. It splashes into the bottom of your mug and fills it quickly, then he hands it over to you as he starts speaking.

“So are you a workaholic or…” He gives you a side eye.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been told you work practically every day, even on weekends.” You hold the mug by the handle as you stare down into the cup. “Is this…?”

“It’s tea and no I didn’t poison it.”

“What was wrong with the tea I had?”

“Stale tea leaves don’t make for a good cup of tea.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No, I’m not a workaholic. I like to clean, and I get paid for it. Plus, I’m left alone. Usually.” He grumbles the last part, but you don’t detect any hostility in his voice.

“Well, I’m not either. A-a workaholic, I mean.”

“No, I suppose not. Just a people pleaser then?” His statement makes you splutter on the tea you had just sipped on. Despite it going almost everywhere, the bitter taste of the dark leaves bite at your taste buds. It’s unsweetened and you can’t keep the slight look of distaste off your face. Luckily, it’s covered up by the glare you shoot his way.

You don’t say anything back at that, knowing any denial would have been a lie but you didn’t want to confirm it either. However, you can’t hold back the annoyance that simmers in your chest at such a presumptuous statement, from someone you hardly know, no less.

“Beats being disliked by everyone.” You mutter finally, setting your mug on the floor next to you. Your eyes drift to the floor-to-ceiling window you were both sitting in front of. The last dreg of golden sunlight warms your face as you stare out into the bustling city as they prepare for the evening.

“You say that like it should bother me.”

“Shouldn’t it though?”

“Why would it?”

“Don’t you want people to like you?” You whisper softly, dragging your gaze over to his face. There’s no readable expression on his face as he sips his tea out of the top of his thermos lid. He’s holding it in a way you’ve never seen before – long fingers gripping the metal from the top rim and tilting it back into his mouth.

“I don’t give a shit if they like me or not.” He says finally as he gives you a side eye.

You’re not sure if your surprise at his callous attitude is warranted or not. Your interactions with him have been few and far in between but that night he got you dinner, you thought maybe he was a little more caring than that.

“Why do you care if people like you anyway?” He leans back on a hand, his other cradling his cup.

“I just- well. I don’t know.” You say simply. You do know.

“I read this thing about people-pleasers. It said that they’re great manipulators. They bend and break just so that others tolerate and like them, pretending to be something they’re not. Are you trying to get something out of it?”

Your eyes snap to his, feeling the heat behind your stare at his insinuation. Where did he get off calling you a manipulator? A pretender? Despite the subtle rage dancing in your eyes, you give him a smile and push yourself off the ground, grabbing your mug on your way up.

“Thank you for the tea. I really must be going now.” You say politely, voice coming out higher than you meant.

“Tch.” Is all you get back.

With that, you turn on your heel and head back to the break room to pour your tea out and rinse the mug, leaving it out on the rack to dry. You’re quick to gather your things before practically running down the aisles to the elevator, down to the front door, and towards home. A lump in your throat stays even after your shower and still when you lie down for the night.

After your last encounter with the janitor, you find that you’re rushing home as soon as you can. You aren’t necessarily mad at him for telling you a hard truth, but the rumination of having someone being annoyed at you doesn’t go away.

Your evasive tactics work for a while. Your office was in between projects and jobs so no one had come to you for help for anything. But of course that didn’t stay that way for long and your luck would run out as it always had as the quarter was about to close. Your supervisor came to you early on a rainy Tuesday morning to tell you that some freak accident had happened to the last reports which made the data you spent days organizing completely disappear.

You don’t know what was more frustrating: the fact that your hard work from the last week had completely vanished or the fact that no one in the office offered to give a helping hand when you needed it the most.

Your supervisor apologized and said the entries needed to be done by the next morning so they could be submitted in time for the quarter review. With a forced smile and false-positive voice, you agreed and got started on it right away.

This was about 12 hours ago.

The only thing that brings you solace is the knowledge that the janitor was not due for your floor for a couple days so at least you could work on it without worrying about running into him. And thankfully for you since you were semi-prepared for being held back, you ordered pizza for dinner before the front doors locked for the evening.

For some reason, you find yourself sitting on the floor in the same spot you had shared bitter tea with the janitor. You’re lying on your back with your phone hovering as you scroll on it mindlessly, a more than half filled pizza box next to you with the lid propped open slightly. There’s a vacation photo that pops up from one of your acquaintances that makes your chest tighten from envy.

“You’re in my way, brat.” A voice from above rings out. It startles you so much that your fingers loosen on your phone, and it comes smacking into your face with a loud slap. Your eyes scrunch shut from the stinging pain radiating from your nose as you groan softly.

You sit up from your position, making sure to grab your phone before it falls on the ground, and turn to narrow your eyes at the perpetually scowling janitor. You hear a subtle pop in your back as you do.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice comes out more accusatory than you meant, and you end up clearing your throat before giving him a forced smile.

“I’m working. That’s more than I can say for you.”

“You’re not supposed to be on this floor today.”

“Says who?” An eyebrow quirks at your statement.

The words die on your tongue because even you knew that one person’s word was not enough to be reliable. You reach over to close the pizza box and gather your things to leave. He doesn’t say anything and only stares while you push yourself up onto your feet.

“I’ll just get out of your way, then.” You mumble, bending down to grab the pizza box in one hand and your empty cup in the other. As you brush past him, you can’t help but wonder if he’s still mad at you, though you can’t logically find a reason why he would be mad in the first place. And if he was, then what did you do? These thoughts are jarred as a vibration in your back pocket alerts you to a notification. Upon more buzzes and the start of your soft ringtone, you realize it’s a phone call.

Stepping over to the nearest desk, you set your stuff down and pull out your phone. On the screen is the caller ID for your mom, her faux-happy face staring straight at you as the lights around it pulse. You don’t fight the grimace that etches into your features. Hitting the green button, you regret it immediately.

“Hi mom!” You exclaim, forcing another smile on your lips.

“There you are! I really thought you had died on us.”

“Of course, I’m not dead. Just busy!” You state happily, turning around to face the windows again. A relieved sigh escapes when you notice the janitor is no longer standing where he was.

“You should call us more. You know I was talking to our neighbor about you recently! Remember Donna and her kids? Apparently her youngest just got engaged. And it got me thinking…” Your mother’s words trail off as your eyes glaze over. Your pulse is steadily picking up speed with every word, and you grip the edge of the desk tightly to keep yourself grounded.

“Anyways, both of your sisters are coming to visit with their little families. When are you planning to come by? It would be nice to have everyone home again. Maybe this time with a man on your arm?”

“Oh, I don’t know, mom. I just started here, so getting the time off will be a little hard to do right away. But I will ask my supervisor, and see? I want to see everyone too.” Your voice wavers a little as the muscles in your face start to hurt from your smile.

“Your grandmother is asking about you, you know. I had to come up with some excuse about why you’re so far away, and single no less.”

“I’m working on it. I’ll give her a call soon.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

“Well, I’m sure you are, honey. Oh, your little sister is calling, I need to go. Please call us more!” And just like that, the line goes silent as she hangs up.

“I’ll call tomorrow, I guess.” You whisper down at the blank screen. Setting your phone down, you press the heels of your palms into your eyes to get rid of the wetness that threatens to overflow. You practically feel your heart beating right out of your chest as your mom’s words float around your head.

“I see where it comes from now.” The janitor’s deep voice comes from the right of you. When you pull your hands away to look at him, he’s holding out a steaming mug to you. Hesitantly, you take it. The color of the liquid is lighter in color and smells slightly floral. A mile’s difference from the last thing he shared with you.

“Where what comes from?” You mutter before bringing the cup to your lips. It’s hot but not unbearably so. The taste is gentle and has a touch of sweetness to it. It’s pleasant, and not something you were expecting.

“Your people-pleasing tendencies.” He leans against the half wall next to him as he eyes you.

“Please do enlighten me, as I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” You reply back in a monotone voice. You were tired in more ways than one. Slaving away at this project that you were only 80% done with. Staying late, lack of sleep, and now your mother calling. You were tired and you can’t mask anymore.

“Let me guess.” He raises his hand and taps a finger against his chin in thought. “Middle child. Your parents always apologized for what you lacked. Always felt like you had to put in extra effort to be seen and walking on eggshells so that when you are seen, no one pulls away. You’re starving for real, positive attention.” Again, none of his words come out malicious but they really sting. This man hardly knows you and yet he’s spreading your entire childhood out like it was nothing.

You’re tired.

“Yeah. Exactly that. And it’s infuriating. Not to drag on my sisters because they’re doing their best and they have the same parents I have but it’s like…” You take another sip of the honey liquid before continuing, feeling the heat of not only the tea but also anger burning in your chest. Your eyes drift back to the front window.

“I can’t stop myself from doing above and beyond on the off chance I might be liked and appreciated. I’m putting in all this hard work and still it doesn’t matter. I’m just so tired.”

The sun is all but gone and is replaced by the city lights that illuminate the indigo sky above. The janitor stays quiet through all of this as he takes in your words. You’ve never told anyone any of this before, and part of you feels liberated. The other part feels guilty for putting something so heavy on someone who probably doesn’t even care.

“So, what if it doesn’t matter? Why are you putting so many expectations on yourself? You’re just one person.” He stands up from the wall and walks around it so that he’s face to face with you. His arms are folded across his chest again as he eyes you warily before continuing.

“I spend everyday cleaning after you shits and no one sees that. And yet, what I do matters because otherwise this place would be a shithole. You do not have to bend over backwards so people can see your accomplishments, they still exist whether they see it or not. But, say they approve of your help, then what?”

“What do-” Your fingers grip tight on the handle of your mug.

“They say thank you for doing what they asked you to do, then what? Do you keep up with their demands?”

“If I have to.”

“And what do you gain from that outside of exhaustion?”

You want to lie so bad. You want to say that you get a lot of enjoyment from making others happy. That you gain happiness for making others smile because you did what they ask of you. But you realize that putting yourself out there for the sake of others is wearing you down. And you aren’t actually happy.

“I don’t.” Your voice cracks and when you blink next, your sight is blurry.

“That’s what I’m saying. You bend and you bend for these short bursts of attention but you don’t need it. The only thing that should matter to you is your wellbeing. The rest comes after.” His voice retains the same dryness as it had before, but there’s an unmistaken lilt of tenderness.

You look away from his gaze and wipe the corners of your eyes with the back of your hand as you take a shaky breath.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you care so much about me?” You offer him a small smile to hopefully deter any ill will that statement could bring up.

“Tch, don’t get me wrong, you’re still annoying. But, I can’t stand watching people tear themselves down for the sake of others. You’re here to live for yourself, not for them.” His steely eyes roll to the ceiling before landing back on you.

“Right. Well. I’ll keep that in mind.” You smile at him, a genuine one that squeezes your eyes closed. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, even if your words are a little rough.” He huffs at that then nods curtly, tapping his foot on the ground.

“On that note, I need to-“

“Will you stay with me?” Your words come out faster than you can stop yourself. A sudden burst of warmth blooms into your face. “I-I mean, if you want. I just have this pizza left and-“

“Do you want me to stay?” He stares hard at you as he reads your reaction. You have a feeling he’s testing you.

Do you want that?

Yes, you do.

“Please stay?”

He considers you for a moment before relaxing, his arms falling to his sides.

“Okay.”

Once again, you find yourself on the floor with the janitor, knees tucked into your chest as you’re lost in thought. He sits a few feet away, slowly chewing on a just heated up piece of pizza while he stares out into the night. Your eyes never leave his face, watching the way his long eyelashes tickle his cheekbones and the way his hair falls in his face. You notice the dark circles that bruise the underside of his eyes.

“Do you ever take time off?” You ask softly.

“I never needed to.”

“You look really tired.”

“That’s just my face.” You laugh at that and he gives you a side eye. He wasn’t expecting that from you.

“Where would you go if you ever took time off?” You ask despite the fact he might ignore you as he didn’t seem the type to indulge such stupid questions, but he surprises you.

“Home.” He says without skipping a beat.

“Home? Really? Are you not home that often that you miss it more or something?”

“It’s quiet and all of my things are there. Where else would I go?” He stares at you with a perturbed expression. His dry voice adds to his comment and you find it very endearing. You think you see his lip twitch, but it might have been your imagination.

“What about you?”

Leaning back on your hands, you stretch your legs out with a soft groan and stare out the window. By this time, it’s well into 9pm and you still have work to do. But with the janitor staring at you, you find yourself pushing the thought of work away for now.

“Don’t laugh. But I really want to experience a day in that park off of Centennial. I heard it’s really nice in the afternoon because of the trees and little river that cuts through it. I would love to just sit out on a blanket and draw for a bit.” You say wistfully. You can already feel the heat of the sun against your skin.

“You’re an artist?”

“Yeah, struggling and starving as most are. But I draw when I can.”

He hums softly. “That sounds like a good day.” He says, wiping his hands on the towel that was tied to his utility belt around his waist.

You beam over to him at that. You again think to yourself of why people don’t like him. He was blunt and a little tactless, but he was caring and empathetic. Something you wouldn’t see from the outside. You liked him for just being himself with you.

Realization dawns on you at what his words meant earlier. Just being you was enough. You matter.

“Thank you.” You say simply, a toothy grin pointed his way.

A month passes and you find yourself steadily settling more into your job. You haven’t seen the janitor much since that one night. When you got home after that conversation, you made a promise you would only do things that you wanted to do for the sake of yourself and not others. The next time your coworker came to you for help, you were able to put your foot down and tell them no. Your voice and hands shook the whole time, but since then you haven’t been bothered. Unfortunately, you helped your supervisor when asked but you are proud of the progress that you made with your boundaries.

And now, here you are on a blanket in Centennial Park on a Thursday, lying on your stomach with your sketchbook propped open in front as you pop grapes into your mouth. There’s dark charcoal smudged along the side of your hands but you can’t find yourself caring as you finish a hooded eye with a flourish. It’s a nice day with a light breeze that helps keep you cool and soft music flows through your ears from your earphones, quiet enough so that you can be aware of your surroundings.

You’ve been at the park for so long that you’re almost done with your drawing and you’re thinking you should have brought a book to read when something kicks your foot. It makes you jump and your head twists behind you to see who or what it was. You assume it’s a child that kicked their ball too far as that happened earlier, but instead you scrunch your eyes to make sense of the figure in front of you.

Your eyes trail up to find it's a man dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt, with a pair of oversized headphones circling his neck and sunglasses covering his eyes. The shades are dark but you can only assume he’s staring down at you. In his hands are two hot to-go cups.

“Can I help you?” You ask up to the mystery man, not hiding the annoyance in your tone.

“So she does take a day off. It’s nice to see you away from the computer screen.” The voice is familiar and you find yourself scrambling up to your feet, staring at him hard. He’s the same height as you and you notice his lips are all too familiar. They’re the same ones belonging to the drawing you just finished.

“You’re the janitor! What are you doing here?” Your annoyance quickly changes into surprise.

“Took the day off and I’m meeting a friend.” He raises one of the cups which you assume must be his friend’s. “And you can just call me Levi, by the way.” He grumbles the last bit. You only now realize you never asked for his name in any of the interactions you’ve had with him. Your face flares in embarrassment.

“I- yeah. I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me to have never asked.” You tell him your name as well but he just nods.

“I know who you are, and it’s fine.” He shrugs, tone dry as ever.

“You know my name? But how?” You don’t remember telling him your name. Nor has he ever been around to hear it be said. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You have a plaque on your desk.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fair.” You run a hand through your hair as you laugh at that. You don’t notice the way his eyes flicker from your sweet face to the sketch behind you on the ground. He huffs softly at that.

“Well, I can’t keep them waiting so. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” He murmurs before turning on his heel in the opposite direction.

“Wait, Levi!” You yell, taking a few steps towards him. His head tilts back in your direction so that you see his blue-gray eyes side-eying you from behind his sunglasses.

“What?”

“Would you like to get some tea with me sometime?” You ask quickly. Your voice wavers slightly with anxiety as you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Are you sure you don’t have other people’s work to complete first?” You laugh at that.

“No. I don’t think that will be a problem.” The sides of his mouth twitches.

“Then sure. Only if you bring your mom’s cookies again.” He raises his cup at you before turning his back to you and walking down the hill.

You sit back down with a grin, staring down at your finished sketch of Levi leaning against the doorframe of the break room.

Doing things for yourself has never felt so good.

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