#and 'i could do this better why don't they listen to me'
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can we have rafe try to grovel ?? :((((( shy reader deserves better !!! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/751213087399510016/what-if-rafe-ever-hit-shy-reader-from-built-up?source=share
he will grovel!! side note i dont know how i feel about this its just for the sweet anon who wanted part two
the moment rafe shuts the door and traps you in the room, between his body and the wall, you know some part of you has just broken that you'll never fully be able to fix.
everything in your body tells you to look up at rafe and do something. slap him back, push him away, turn around and storm out of the room and try to at least show him you're just as mad as he is—but none of that actually happens.
hot tears keep spilling down your cheeks, and you stay frozen like that for what feels like forever, staring at the floor of rafe's bedroom. the sound of rafe's heavy breaths fills the space, though you can barely detect it over the way your heart is pounding in your ears.
you want to leave. but you don't know where you even would go. before the events of the last hour, there was no where you wanted to be more than wherever rafe was. and now, staring at the floor instead of up at the boy who you had gladly given your heart to only for him to snap it in half with his bare hands and deliver it back, you stay frozen, waiting for rafe. you are always waiting for rafe.
"kid, i-" you finally look up, through wet lashes and almost painful eyes fluttering slowly, and rafe stops talking the moment you do. you don't know why, but it doesn't take you long to figure it out. there's a mark on your cheek the size of his hand, probably an imprint from his ring too.
it's such a shame—you always loved that ring.
you snap out of your thoughts when rafe keeps talking, though there's still blooding rushing in your ears. he sounds muffled, his mouth moving and expression looking, you can only imagine, somewhat close to yours—sad and angry all blended together. you keep blinking slowly, listening but not really listening, waiting for him to finish so you can leave.
how stupid you must seem to him, and to yourself, you think pathetically. he just hit you, and you're waiting for him to finish, so you don't impolitely interrupt. you should drive straight from tannyhill to a therapist's office—though you think not even a licensed professional could help you figure out what exactly is wrong with you.
the thought makes you laugh, corners of your mouth turning up and a rush of air leaving your throat. half a laugh, half a sob. the gutting realization has just hit you—whatever was wrong with you, rafe was the only one in the world who seemed to understand you.
"baby?" rafe asks, and you actually snap out of it this time—looking up at your boyfriend, wondering if he knows you haven't heard a single thing he's said so far.
"i think i should go home," you reply, wondering where your keys are and where your wallet is. you don't keep track of these things anymore, usually since rafe drives you everywhere and pays for everything.
"okay. i'll bring you, just let me go get-"
"no, i-" you stop yourself—about to apologize again. everything running through your mind makes you choose your words carefully. "i'm gonna go home."
"you didn't drive here, kid. i picked you up, remember?" rafe looks back at you and you feel a fresh wave of tears take over. you hadn't remembered.
"oh."
"listen, kid, i'm so-"
"i'm going home," you repeat firmly, mostly to yourself. "i'll just-i'll walk."
"y'not walking. it's dark and-"
"rafe, stop." the way you say it, he actually listens. you don't sound like yourself, you can tell from the way he looks at you, rafe's face doused with concern and apprehension. you look away, turning to face the door. "i'll be fine. i need to go."
"c'mon, kid, don't go," he says, and every bone and muscle inside you wants to listen, to do what he says like you always do. you feel more hot tears coming up, stopping them seems impossible yet you know crying is useless. it already happened and the damage is already done.
you turn around from your position, knowing it's a mistake. rafe gets closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. he holds your face like he always does, except there's one big difference—you flinch the moment he starts moving.
"baby," rafe says quietly, and everything in you stops for a moment. brain lagging, breath catching, even the tears stop for a second while you look up at your boyfriend. "i'm so sorry. i am so sorry. i fucked up, okay? i know i did, but please don't go."
"rafe, i can't stay," it comes out just as quietly, a notch above a whisper. "you hurt me." it comes out wrangled in a sob. rafe wipes away some of your fresh tears with his hands.
"i-i know. and i'm gonna regret it forever, but-" rafe stops, and you stop too. you chew on your lip nervously, realizing it's going to bleed from how much you're biting down. "can-can i at least bring you home? please?"
"okay," you give in-but you shouldn't have.
you don't even know how you're gonna explain the mark on your face to your parents, or why you're home so early when you said you were sleeping over. every movement feels exhausting—grabbing some of your things and walking down the stairs to getting into rafe's truck. the drive to your place isn't very long, only ten minutes, and you stare out the window the whole time. it feels like hours with the way rafe looks at you at each red light.
rafe pulls into your driveway and you look up at him expectantly, though you're not sure why.
"can you-can you turn the headlights off? i don't want them waking up," you say, after what feels like ages of silence.
rafe turns the lights off but doesn't say anything. it's not until you reach for the doorhandle that he does—it's almost muscle memory for him. he leans over you to pull the handle and open the door for you, but you flinch so hard when he moves that he can't even get the door. instead he looks back at you while you stare up at him. without any words, you both know what the other is thinking.
"goodnight, rafe," you say, your own hand on the door now.
"wait, kid," he says, and you stop your movement immediately. even in this situation, you can't help but listen. "can i see you tomorrow? please?"
"i don't think that's a good idea."
"c'mon. we-we have to talk about this. i can't just.. not see you. i'm gonna go crazy."
"i need to go rafe." the second you say it, you start feeling bad about it. it's so engrained in you—trying to avoid hurting rafe in any and every way possible, that the very idea of not giving him what he wants makes your chest ache painfully. "i.. i have to think about it."
he leans over, slowly this time so you don't get scared again, opening the door for you like he always does. you climb out, getting your bag and trying to pretend everything's fine until you get inside your room.
"good night, kid. i'll talk to you tomorrow."
without replying, you walk inside. rafe's truck stays in your driveway until you lock the door, and he doesn't drive away until minutes after.
surprisingly, you make it to your room before you start crying. and you don't stop crying until the sun comes up.
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Harry gets a little jealous at a party. (Blurb)
Warnings: smut ahead — kissing, teasing, swearing, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected sex.
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With hands clenched into fists at the side of his body, Harry decides he's had enough. For the past hour he's had no choice but to watch you converse with friends and keep his distance.
He's had to bite his tongue while you flirt away with Niall, because it was his idea to keep your little rendlevouz a secret.
You've been side-eyeing him since Niall approached you twenty minutes ago, twirling strands of hair around your fingers and giggling a little too loudly at something Niall said. Something Harry knows wasn't actually that funny.
But it's when you start trailing your fingers gently up Niall's arm that Harry snaps and finds himself stalking toward you.
He's angry, pissed, horny. You can tell. His cheeks are flushed and he's bitten his bottom lip raw. Jesus Christ, he's a sight. And you can't wait to be on the brunt end of his frustrations.
Harry doesn't acknowledge Niall as he approaches. He keeps his eyes on yours and snatches your hand away from your friend.
"Need to borrow you for a minute." He keeps his voice low, his grip on your wrist tight.
Harry gives you no time to reply or say goodbye to Niall. He's pulling you away and through the crowd, into an empty bathroom on the far side of Mitch's apartment.
You're slammed against the door as soon as it closes, Harry's lips feverish and hot on yours. Fingers tangled in his hair, you kiss him back with just as much vigour. It's messy -- all teeth and tongue but you don't care.
Harry's groping your ass under your dress, kneading handfuls at a time. "You think you're so fucking clever, don't you."
You moan into his mouth. Pissed off Harry has always turned you on.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you breathe, feigning innocence.
Harry chuckles darkly into your mouth. "No? You weren't just feeling up our friends arm to piss me off?"
He pulls away from you, looking intently into your eyes now. You shake your head, eyes doe like a dumb puppy.
Harry thumbs at your lips. "You know better than to lie to me, Princess."
Your knees almost buckle -- eyes fluttering closed. God, you could come just listening to him belittle you.
"How about I get Niall to come in here, hmm? Let him watch what happens when my bad girl misbehaves? Let him watch me drown your throat with my come?"
"Harry," you whine.
You're the desperate one now, soaking wet and begging to be touched. Your body chases his every time he moves from you, his touch the only thing that could quench your desire.
You reach your hands for him, but Harry's quick to grab your wrists and spin you around, chest pressing against the bathroom door.
"You don't get to touch me. You'll take whatever I give you."
Harry hikes your dress up; lets it sit just above your ass and he's toying at the little red thong you're wearing underneath.
Excitement and anticipation gets the better of you, your hips absentmindedly bucking back into his crotch. He smacks his hand down on your left cheek, fingernails denting half-moons on the tender skin.
"What did I fucking say?" he seethes. "You'll take what you're fucking given."
No warning is given before Harry tugs your thong to the side and urges himself in your little hole. You didn’t notice him even undo his pants — too caught up in your own head.
It stings but only for a moment. The pain is immediately replaced with hungry pleasure as Harry begins to fuck in and out of you at a maniacal pace.
His hands are everywhere. Your hips, your ass, your tits, pulling your hair.
He’s fuming and hot and can’t get enough. He’s always secretly loved it when you misbehave. The excitement of sneaking off and him punishing you.
It’s the main reason why he doesn’t want to tell people you’re dating. He enjoys this secrecy way too much. And if you’re honest, so do you.
He stretches you out deliciously, sloppy sounds muffled by the blaring music outside the hall.
Your head knocks against the bathroom door with every pound he gives. Your hands try to steady yourself the best they can, but the force between Harry’s blows is too powerful.
He’s a panting mess behind you, hair tussled and you don’t need to turn around to know how focused he is on your cunt.
Watching himself disappear in your hole as he abuses you. God, you fucking love it. The way he both worships and neglects your body.
Sex has never been this amazing before Harry. And feeling him inside you, thick and raw. You can feel yourself spiralling. Feel the familiar knot tying in your lower stomach.
You know he’s close too. His breathing is erratic and his cock twitches within your walls.
Your moans have grown louder, daring to seep beneath the crack of the door and scream to every single person here that Harry fucking Styles is about to make you explode.
And it’s like he knows it. The way you clench around him, the way your knees lock and you quickly become silent with a slack jaw.
Harry knows your body more than you realise. And he knows you’re about fifteen seconds away from creaming all over him.
And he knows even better that you won’t warn him.
Harry pulls out abruptly as his orgasm hits, painting pretty ribbons of white arousal across your ass with a profound grunt.
You’re whining, shaking. God, you was so fucking close.
“Thought I told you to take what you’re given. Did you think I wouldn’t feel you about to come all over me?”
You don’t say anything. You can’t. Cheeks flushed and body quivering, you don’t have the strength to bite back.
He tugs down your dress. Arousal still painted across your cheeks and your thong out of place, he doesn’t give a fuck.
Harry grabs a fist full of your hair and with your back to his chest, he brings his lips to your ear.
“Now get your purse and say goodbye to your friends. We're going home so I can punish you for being a little brat again.”
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Until You
charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri
f1 smau with intermittent scenes
fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}
Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right?
Warnings: language
Notes: my first foray into smau and holy shit these are a lot of fun (and work omg). special thanks to @driverlando for the encouragement and listening to me whine
ynyln
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ynyln: Merci beaucoup, Paris! Je t'aime et à bientôt!! ❤️💋
user1: formula one what are you doing here
user2: she's always been a fan?
user3: hope you're ok!! <3
user4: mother showing us all why she's mother
pierregasly: magnifique spectacle, rendez-vous à Monaco!
user5: did anyone see the fan vides of the f1 boys there?
user6: she's gonna be at Monaco?!?!
user7: were they in vip?
user5: yeah but from what I've seen they didn't go backstage or anything
user7: announce split from shitbag bf then perform best show of her tour? queen shit
ynyln
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ynyln: For the first time I will be attending a Grand Prix! Vroom vrooms make my heart go brr. Eternally grateful to scuderiaferrari for the invitation. (They don't have to know my favorite driver is on mclaren) 📷: poster of the gp I was supposed to go to 2 years ago
scuderriaferrari: 🤨
scuderriaferrari: we're sure you'll be a converted tifosi by Sunday
mclaren: yn is our fan 🙏🏻 Oscar and Lando on cloud 9 now
f1: Looking forward to (finally) welcoming you!
user4: alright y'all is she a Lando or Oscar girlie
ynyln: can't I love them both 🥺
user8: great now I gotta watch all the grand prix stuff this week for a glimpse of mother
user7: why didn't you go 2 years ago?
user8: J*stin that's why
ynbff: I know this is so beyond huge for you! You're going to have such a great time!! (liked by ynyln)
user4: idk but it's weird she's all happy and stuff right after the end of her relationship with IDK
user1: not really? If you look back for the past year they were rarely seen together. He didn't even go to her launch party in London
user5: yeah anyone could see they were over long before they announced it. she probably mourned it already
ynyln
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ynyln: Dinner in Monte Carlo. Do I go all in on black or red?
scuderriaferrari: red, obviously
landonorris: black
charles_leclerc: Red
maxverstappen1: Black
ynyln: all these blue check marks where are my lil lattes 😩
user2: yn stays forgetting she's the biggest blue check mark
user1: not max joining in the mclaren vs ferrari fight for YN
mclaren: Papaya 🥺 (but black)
scuderiaferrari: go comment on your own guest's posts
mclaren: you sent the invite after we mentioned doing it
landonorris: do better admin
mclaren: We'll get her next time
redbullracing: not if we get her first
landonorris: if not we're going on strike
oscarpiastri: we what
landonorris: for legal reasons that was a joke 🙄
oscarpiastri: I quite like the red
user3: I love that YN asked opinions on her fit but it's just f1 drivers and admins fighting over her 🍿🍿 (liked by author)
ynyln: it's amazing right? no one's fought over me before
user3: bffr
sabrinacarpenter: love the black but the red slays 🫶🏻
redbullracing: we vote blue
mclaren: that's not an option?
redbullracing: we still vote blue
scuderiaferrari: don't you have an energy drink to go sell
user4: came for the pics, stayed for the f1 chaos
ynyln has added to their story
caption: making men wait for selfies before i order food? yes
Y/n and Charles lingered over their wine, and when yn/bff made the signal that they should get going y/n waved her off. Usually she hated social settings, but Charles was so personable and warm that she felt like she was chatting with a longtime friend. "You can go, Pete can get me back to the hotel," she said, glancing to the table in the corner, where Pete and Charles's bodyguards sat. The dining room was private, and she had the feeling that Ferrari had paid to have the restaurant closed to anyone but their small party for the night.
"I will make sure she gets back safely," Charles promised.
Yn/bff relented, excusing herself and leaving. The next several moments YN bid goodnight to the others, smiling sweetly and shaking hands of the Ferrari personnel and members of the team, and finally Carlos, who shared a knowing look with Charles before he left.
"You don't have to stay with me," she said as the waiter came to refill their glasses.
"No, I am having a wonderful time." He smiled, asking the waiter to leave the bottle. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time."
That surprised her. "Really?" she asked, sipping her wine.
He nodded, standing and bringing his glass and the bottle around so he could sit next to her. "I've been a fan of yours since – ah, I'm bad at song titles. The song where it's – I heard that you're settled down. I can't sing, I'm sorry."
She smiled. "Someone Like You?"
"Yes, that one." Charles leaned one arm on the table. "A few of us came to Paris and we were supposed to come backstage after the show, but after what happened…"
"I saw pictures and videos of you and – Lando and Pierre right? I wish I could have met you then – I've been a fan forever, but…" She swallowed hard, glancing down briefly. "I cancelled my post show meetings," she murmured. "It didn't seem right."
"Were you…" He paused, then shook his head. "It is none of my business."
"Was I too upset?" she guessed, taking another sip as the surprised flashed in his eyes. "I suppose I was. You were at the show… Those emotional moments weren't rehearsed."
"I could tell."
"Do you want to know the crazy part?" She didn't know why she was sharing this with him. He was a stranger. Yet she felt so at ease with him. More at ease than she had in a long time, really. "I wasn't crying for him."
"Who were you crying for, chérie?" he asked softly.
"Myself. For the wasted time, the pain I put myself through." Y/n gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear about that."
"I want to hear about anything you wish to say."
"Are you always this charming?" she asked.
"I'm not charming. That makes it sound like I'm trying to make you like me. I am just… Me, y/n."
"You. Charles Leclerc, one of the top drivers in formula one."
"And you are just y/n, queen of music."
"I wasn't always."
"Neither was I."
"Touche," she sighed, lightly clinking her glass to his. "But you are charming."
"Perhaps I am just charmed. I am glad you went with the red." His eyes stayed on her as he finished his wine. Then he glanced to the corner, hesitating before facing her again. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"
She hesitated. She didn't know him. The last thing she needed was some messy disaster of a fling, or to dive into a new relationship. And yet… "Yes," she whispered.
tbc.
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Face to Face (IV)
Fridolina Rolfö x reader
Summary: An attempt to make amends.
A/N: we're nearing the end!! not sure how I feel about this part... hopefully it's okay
Word Count: 3k
Warnings ⚠️: none?
PREVIOUS PART
The next few days followed in a similar manner. Alexia brought you to the pitch even though you couldn't play, and you sat there for a few hours until they were done. Occasionally Jona would come over to see you, or Olga would stop by with food. Ana Maria even drove over from Madrid to see you and take you out for the day. But mostly you slept, listened to podcasts, and thought about what the hell you were going to do about Frido.
She still hadn't spoken to you and the team was starting to notice. It's not like the two of you were very close before (at least publicly) but now it was a conscious avoidance. The rest of the girls often kept you company when they could on breaks or in between drills.
It was only after five days, on Friday afternoon, that she approached you.
“Hi…” Frido said softly.
You looked up at her from where you sat on the pitch. You had been doing light stretches on your calves, still not allowed to do anything strenuous until next week.
“Hi, Frido.” You said plainly.
You tried not to react emotionally despite the fact that this was the first time she was speaking to you since the incident. She hadn’t even called to say she was sorry. It all seemed to confirm she really didn’t give a damn about you—didn’t have the courtesy to treat you like a stranger even.
“How are you feeling?”
Her careful, soft tone enraged you.
“Not so good, actually. My head fucking hurts, I’m sick of sitting here while the rest of you play. And I’d really rather be doing anything than talking to you.”
You felt bad the second you said it. Not because she didn’t deserve it, but because this wasn’t you. You were better than that.
“Sorry, I just really would like to be left alone, Frido. Please, just leave me be. Leave me alone.”
Frido’s eyes shot towards the ground as she blinked furiously.
“Okay.”
She turned away and walked back to the field, joining Alexia and Ingrid as they talked about something. Part of you felt bad for rejecting her so quickly, but another part of you felt enraged that she had the nerve to wait this long.
Ingrid looked over at you and then back at Frido curiously.
"What did you want to say to her?" She asked in Norwegian, knowing Frido would understand.
"I don't know… just wanted to check in on how she's doing so far."
Before Ingrid could reply again, Alexia butted in.
"You need to tell her you're sorry as soon as possible."
"I just tried—clearly she isn't too keen on having me around, is she?" Frido snapped back.
The three of them stood in shock for a second, surprised at Frido’s temper. Usually she was level headed and understanding.
Alexia sighed and clapped her on the shoulder.
"Keep trying."
With that she was off to change and shower, giving Ingrid a small smile as she left.
"Frido," Ingrid rubbed her arm to catch her attention. "Why don't we go get a drink tonight and catch up? It's been a long time since we went out, just us."
Frido contemplated it momentarily, not stupid enough to miss that Ingrid clearly wanted to talk about her mood. If she accepted, she was also accepting the fact that she had to open up to her best friend sooner or later.
"All right."
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"I don't know what to do," Frido complained, tossing back the last dregs of her beer.
Ingrid sat across from her, her own beer nearly untouched. They were sat out on the balcony of some restaurant nursing the end of the night. They hadn't met, just the two of them, in a while, Frido realized. She wished it was under better circumstances.
"Can I be honest?" Ingrid asked.
Frido nodded. She expected no less from the Norwegian—though she was incredibly kind, it wasn't common for them to sugar coat things.
"You've got to go up to her and apologize. Sincerely. One on one. And you can't be sure she's going to forgive you."
Frido knew Ingrid was talking about apologizing for more than the tackle. She wasn't privy to exactly what happened between the two of you—even in your anger you hadn't told your teammates what was going on—but it was clear something unhealthy had been a staple between the two of you.
"Mapí showed me the video. I didn't want to see it at first, you know how I am with that stuff, so worried always that it'll be one of us. But I finally saw it." Ingrid met her eyes. "The way she went down, the way you hit her, she could've been hurt much worse than she is. And you just got up and left, didn't even check on her."
There was a hint of disdain in Ingrid’s voice that inspired nausea in Frido.
"Had that been any player in a match against Barcelona, imagine how any one of us would've reacted."
Frido knew, if she had seen someone do to you what she had done herself, it would've boiled her blood. To see you lying there unmoving, would've had any player on that field aching, because you were wonderful. You didn't cause fights, you forgave people, you smiled at the opposition after each game, you spent as much time as possible with the fans. And Frido had somehow broken that, gotten you to yell and scream and cry.
"We were together." She whispered, not meeting Ingrid’s eyes. "Well, not really. We were sleeping together, I was at her place most days a week."
The waitress came by, and Frido ordered a glass of wine. She needed a bit more courage to fully get this out in the open.
"I didn't want commitment. I'm not… I didn't know how to be open about that with anyone. I was ashamed of it—she knew. She could sense it." Frido gripped the stem of her wine glass and took a sip. "She hated breaks because she knew I wouldn't talk to her until I was back in Barcelona. Right before I went back to Sweden for camp… we had a huge fight. She said she couldn't take it anymore, that I made her feel like a whore, that I tossed her aside whenever I didn't want her. And I said I didn't care."
Ingrid was silent.
"I didn't expect her to kick me out. Or to refuse to speak to me. I thought we'd fall back together, we always did. But it was different this time. And I hated it. I hated it so much it made my head spin."
Ingrid put a hand over Frido’s where it rested on the table.
"Frido, I love you. You're my best friend, okay?"
Frido nodded, wiping at a tear that was beginning to fall.
"You've got to make this right. Good people do shitty things. Really shitty things sometimes. But sometimes they're also forgiven, in time. And if you want anything with her, even friendship, you've got to apologize and explain yourself."
Frido nodded, meeting Ingrid’s eyes finally.
-
That night Frido found it difficult to get to sleep.
There wasn't any good reason for it: she had worked hard in practice all day and her body was exhausted. Her bed was comfortable, her apartment quiet. But it was empty. She had realized that she hadn't spent a week straight sleeping in her apartment for months. At least once a week she was with you, always.
But now you weren't speaking to her. You looked at her during practice, then avoided her at all costs. She hadn't even tried texting you, worried she would find her number blocked.
She contemplated calling someone to keep her company, though who would be up at one in the morning?
Eventually she fell asleep after tossing and turning for what felt like hours. She slipped away into unconsciousness, allowing her body to relax into the mattress.
Her mind, however, had different plans.
In her dreams she was in the hospital, unable to get to you. She stood at the door to your room, peering in through a small glass window. The rest of the girls were inside, holding your hand and stroking your skin as you laid in the hospital bed. Your eyes were open but you hardly moved. All she knew with certainty was that you did not want to see her. You wanted her gone. You've ruined my life, she heard you say, though your lips didn't move.
Another time you had simply disappeared. Her fault. You had moved far away, far from Barcelona, and far from her. You were happier somewhere else, with different people.
Once more you hated her. Refused to speak.
When she woke it was to a dark room and a sick feeling in her stomach. She was lonely. She wanted you next to her in bed. She wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh. She wanted to see you play great football and jump into her arms after a goal. And it terrified her to think she wouldn't get any of that again.
How was it that she could've treated you so horribly? It confused her, as if it had been someone else. How had she let her fear control her like that? And most importantly, how had she put your feelings aside so callously?
If she was going to fix anything she would need to apologize. Apologize for it all. Ingrid was right. She hadn't been there for your recovery and now it was all she wanted. The guilt of it all threatened to choke her. She thought of how scared you must've been lying on the field in pain.
Though it was only 4:30 in the morning Frido got out of bed and went to the bathroom to start a scalding hot shower. She needed a plan for how to fix things between you two.
-
It began that morning. Alexia brought you to practice. You were still living with her for the time being, until you were one hundred percent cleared. You didn't mind it, in fact it was nice to get so much time with Alexia when she was normally busy.
You walked into the locker room, so pleased to be getting into your kit for the first time in a week and a half. Even if it was just for physio work, at least you were in the uniform once more.
Unexpectedly, sitting in your locker was a small stuffed cow with a card and one of your favorite protein bars propped against it. You picked up the plushie, pressing it to your face and enjoying the softness. You were a bit of a child when it came to stuffed animals: you loved them.
The card was written in very familiar handwriting, and your heart jumped into your throat.
This made me think of you. I'd really like to apologize after practice today. Perhaps we can grab a coffee?
Fridolina
The message was a bit stilted, but you could practically hear Frido’s hesitation on the page. She was nervous.
Just then the blonde came into the locker room to grab something from her bag. She glanced at you quickly, not sure as to your reaction.
"Frido," you called softly. You hadn't decided until that moment to try and forgive her, "I'll see you after practice."
Frido seemed shocked, but quickly her mouth transformed into a wide smile.
Practice seemed to fly by now that you were allowed to do something. The physio workers had you weight training and doing yoga to try and work your muscles that were tight from the pain you had been in. You felt like you were making progress, finally, after more than a week of sitting around.
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The car ride with Frido was quiet. You sat in the front seat, fiddling with your fingers and checking your phone as she drove. She had music playing softly, some indie band you didn't know. It was bordering on awkward, though not quite there. You simply didn't know what to say.
Once Frido was pulling off the street to parallel park you spoke.
"I don't think I've been here before."
"I just found it a little while ago when I was wandering around desperately in need of some coffee."
The shop was cute. The outside was painted in chipping yellow paint and the shutters were open. There were a few tables outside, an eclectic set of guests seated at them. There was an old man reading the paper, a student on her laptop, and a mother with her baby. The smell of baked goods wafted from the entrance.
"The muffins are fantastic, if you want one." Frido offered cautiously.
You nodded and gestured for her to enter first.
You decided on a chai and a cinnamon muffin which did look incredible, you had to admit. When you were about to pull out your card to pay you felt a hand on your arm.
"I'll pay, please."
You allowed it, understanding that this was all part of Frido trying to ask for forgiveness. You were willing to see this to the end. It shamed you to admit but you had missed her deeply. It felt good to be near her, to smell her perfume and anticipate her ticks that you knew so well. What made you stay was the possibility that she had missed you too.
Frido carried your drinks and food to the table you picked. It was still warm enough to sit outside even with the sun setting. You tapped your foot and ate your muffin slowly, waiting on her to say something. You didn't want to speak first, but it seemed as though you might have to.
"So…" you started, trailing off to try and prompt Frido.
"I wanted to apologize. Really apologize."
You sat quietly.
"Just for the concussion you gave me?"
Frido hesitated.
"I'm still figuring things out—it's all jumbled up in my head. I was talking to Ingrid the other day and she made me realize I had to set things straight."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"I'm not explaining this well—I wanted to apologize for hurting you. And I want us to be on better terms. I wish we could start over."
"That's it?"
Your chest squeezed painfully. You thought this was the chance you had to deal with the horrible ending to your relationship, but Frido seemed to have no interest in unpacking it. You couldn't help the way your anger flared in response to the hurt you felt.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm not exactly okay, Frido." You started to stand up. "I think it's better if I left. There's no hard feelings over the concussion, I knew it was an accident. Let's just forget about all of it."
Frido stood up quickly, reaching out to grab your elbow.
"Can I drive you back?"
You shook your head.
"I'd really rather walk. It isn't far to Alexia's."
Frido looked for a second like she would push further, but then she deflated and nodded.
"See you at practice, Frido. Thank you for the coffee."
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You couldn't help the tears that fell down your face as you walked down the streets of Barcelona. Deciding to forget the whole thing was worse than being angry about it—at least then you got some acknowledgment. Now you felt as though Frido was telling you she just wanted to smooth things over and make nice. She wanted it to be as if this thing between you never existed—all the pain and attraction gone in one fell swoop. You wanted to scream.
How were you meant to play with someone who you had so much conflict with? Surely Alexia or Jona would begin to notice sooner or later. You knew it would affect the team chemistry. The thought just made you more upset.
The tears in your eyes began to fall faster. Not only was your relationship (whatever messy bleeding thing it had been) ruined, but there was a potential for it to impact your job, your team too. What would you do then? If it came down to you or Frido you couldn't imagine Barça picking you.
Alexia noticed you were crying the second she saw you, even though you tried to hide it.
"What's wrong?" She fretted, pulling you close to her. "What happened? I thought you were with Frido this afternoon? Why did she not drop you off?"
You just shook your head, burying it in your captain's sweater. She wrapped her arms around you, quietly shushing you.
"Come, let's sit down."
You felt like a child being led to the couch and leaning in Alexia's embrace. Deep breaths eventually calmed you down so you could speak.
"I'm sorry Ale, I shouldn't be coming here like this."
Alexia shook her head.
"Nonsense. Tell me what happened. Was it Fridolina?"
"It's my own fault, I let it get like this."
"Let what get like this? The accident?"
You shook your head.
"Not the accident. Frido and I have a…we have our difficulties."
Alexia looked at you, surprised.
"Really?"
"I don't think I can tell you…you're her captain I don't want to let it affect the team."
Alexia took your hand.
"I can separate work and personal life. I'm your friend too, and it seems like you need one."
"We were seeing each other, kind of. In secret." You sighed. "We weren't exclusive, she just wanted some fun I think. I didn't."
You felt defeated. There wasn't much more to do. You just had to accept your fate.
Alexia looked at you for a moment in disbelief. She had had no idea.
"You and Frido?"
"It was a mistake."
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A blurb about JJ or JJ au (your choice) talking you through touching yourself over the phone 👀🫡 something so hot about him talking you through it wowowowowow
need our favorite old man in this one...this is during the #sneakingaroundera
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you'd been waiting all day, knowing your mom was likely to pass out on the couch after work and you could barely work yourself in anticipation for the night.
you had got in late, but jj had the day off so you knew he watched you pull up, and you rushed to your room with hardly a word. it took him all of 30 seconds to call you.
"came in like a whirlwind sweet pea, expecting somethin?" you could hear the laugh in his voice as you shoved your clothes off as fast as possible--knowing he was watching you from his bedroom window despite the lights being off.
"don't be mean. i'll just go to bed if you're mean." you're shivering even in the hot, balmy air. sweat already clinging to your body as you settle into bed, spreading your legs open for him to see.
jj takes in a long shuddering breath, and you struggle not to smile knowing you're affecting him just as badly, "not bein mean, just been waitin all day."
"i had work!"
"i know, i know. just missed my girl that's all."
you can't hide the soft moan you let out at his words. now this was mean, "don't call me your girl jj...you know i'm not."
he snorts and you can hear him settle more into bed, "aw come on sweet pea, if you weren't my girl you wouldn't be gettin so wet at the idea." your eyes fluttered and you knew he was right. you could hear his smug smile through the phone, "thought so...now why don't you relax, pinch your nipples for me."
there was no beating around the bush with him, and you knew better than to keep him waiting so you do what he says, pinching and flicking your nipples until they're sensitive and hard, making you squirm as you felt yourself getting wetter.
"i know you like that don't you sugar? go on, tell me." jj's voice sounds raspier, his drawl thickening as you whimpered in anticipation.
"yeah i- i like it, i wish it was you instead." there's a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan and you bite back your smile at the thought of you effecting him just as much, "papa?"
"fuck, i'm here. just gimme a second i need to- goddamn-need you to spread your pussy open for me. think you can do that?"
despite the fact that he can't see you, you nod, running your fingers between your sticky lips trying not to touch your clit until he says so, finally spreading yourself open knowing he can see you from his dark room. you felt like you were on display in the dim lighting.
"you're so fuckin pretty...prettiest pussy i've ever seen i mean that." there's a slick sound coming from his end, and you know he's finally started touching himself. there's a good chance he might just keep you like this--soft lips spread wide as he watches arousal trickle out of your clenching hole until he cums. you hope he's in the mood to be nice tonight.
you squirm in frustration when he finally pipes up, "m'sorry i got caught up, go head give yourself a rub." you're quick to listen, getting your fingers slick so you could comfortably glide them over your throbbing clit.
soon the only sounds coming from both of you are soft pants and moans until you whisper, "i..i need more, need to cum."
jj lets out a stuttering groan, "fuck...fuckin go ahead sweetheart i wanna see you fill that cute pussy up for me-"
he's barely got the sentence out before you do, sliding two fingers in your wet cunt, not even bothering to stretch yourself out first before curling them up with a shudder, barely hitting your g spot because your fingers are too short, "i wish you were here i can't--mmm--i can't reach."
"it's alright sweet pea, i'll take good care of you tomorrow how bout that, i'll fix that wobbly bed frame yours how's that sound?"
you let out a sob as you cum long and hard, your pulse roaring in your ears and you hear a muffled shit come from the other line followed by a grunt and you know he's cum too.
when it's over you turn to your side, the phone still tucked under your ear as you cup your trembling pussy softly, "are you really coming over?"
there's a creak as he gets up, and you hear the fan in what you presume is his bathroom whirring before he starts to pee, "i said i was didn't i? calm down you know i gotchu." you feel your eyes growing heavy as you full relax but jj shocks you out of it, "nuh uh, go pee you know better."
"i know but i'm tired now."
"if you go pee i'll stay on the phone til you fall asleep."
"promise?"
"mhm."
reluctantly you get up, handling your business, barely noting your mom's questioning gaze as you come out half naked before laying back down, "still there?"
"yup, still here sweet pea."
you yawn, "okay...tell me bout your day."
soon you find yourself drowsy again, drifting off to sleep to the sound of jj's voice.
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With all my love, pt 4
Since I’ve gotten home, I’ve been unable to relax. Bakugou’s text messages have forced me in a trace since I sat down to read them on the train. I’ve read and reread each one, analyzing every word and punctuation detail.
Katsuki’s drunk voicemails are even harder to process; his slurred speech is filled with hiccups and desperate pleas for me to come back. These are messages he would never send when sober, making them all the more gut-wrenching.
I fall onto the hotel’s bed and curl up next to the Uravity plushie I keep there for comfort. Ochaco was never a fan of my relationship with Bakugou, but she was always the best at giving advice. If she were here now, she’d probably offer to float him up into space until he exploded.
I take a deep breath and hit play on the first voicemail he left. Katsuki's voice floods the room, and even in his vulnerable moments, there's a magnetism to him that I can't resist. Each drunken word reveals a side of him that he keeps tightly locked away when he's sober. It's these rare, unguarded moments that leave me crying, aching to heal his broken heart.
His voice cracks, and I can hear the pain and confusion in every syllable. I clutch the Uravity plushie tighter, tears welling up as I listen. The raw emotion, the unfiltered regret, makes the distance between us feel insurmountable.
Saturday, June 1st, 10:52pm
"Hey... it's me. Damn it, I know you hate me now, but I can’t do this without you. I know I don’t deserve you; you’re so smart and the only person who challenges me. I've been thinking 'bout you all night. I miss you so much it hurts. I miss your touch, the way you laugh... everything 'bout you. It's killin' me not havin' you here."
His voice slurs, thick with alcohol, and I can hear a few thumps and groans as he fumbles with the phone.
"I... I screwed up, I know that. But... please, just gimme another chance. I need you. I don't know what to do without you. Our bed feels empty. Please, just... come back to me. I... I love you."
A few similar voicemails are left on my phone for that night, each one repeating his drunken rambles, filled with regret and longing. Each message blurs into the next, a cascade of sorrow and hopelessness.
Monday, June 3rd, 2:39am
"Hey... it's me. Look, I know you’re probably just busy, right? You wouldn’t just leave like that. This is just a misunderstanding or something. Call me back when you get this, okay? We need to talk. I... I need to hear from you. I can’t believe you’re really gone. Just... just call me.”
There's a long pause, filled with the sound of his shaky breathing, before the voicemail clicks off.
The silence that follows feels like a weight pressing down on my chest. I close my eyes, trying to steady my own breath, then tap on the next voicemail he left, only an hour later that evening.
Monday, June 3rd, 4:32am
"Hey, it's me again. Why aren't you answering? I... I keep checking my phone, waiting for your name to pop up. This can't be real. You can't just be gone. Please, I need to hear your voice. We can work this out, can't we? I know I screw up, but we always find a way, right?"
The sound of him stumbling, maybe knocking something over, echoes through the phone. His frustration is clear, and it cuts deep.
"I miss you so much. This stupid house doesn’t even smell like you anymore. You always knew how to make everything better. Please, just call me. We need to talk. I can't do this without you. I love you."
Wednesday, June 5th, 3:47am
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just walk away from everything we had? I’m pissed! I miss you, damn it! I can’t stand this! How could you just leave me like that? You think this is easy for me? It’s not! Get your ass back here and fix this!"
He takes a harsh, shaky breath, the anger clear in his voice. Kats moves the phone away from his face, clearly yelling at some random person before shoving the phone next to his ear again.
"You think you can just walk away like it’s nothing? Well, it’s not nothing to me! I can’t do this without you. Every day feels like hell. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. Everywhere I go, I see you, I hear you. It’s like a ghost haunting me, reminding me of everything we had and everything I lost. Do you even care what this is doing to me?"
His voice cracks, the raw emotion breaking through his anger.
"You were my everything. We had plans, dreams... You can’t just throw all that away. I know I screwed up, but I can fix this. Please, I need you. I need you to come back and tell me it’s going to be okay. I can’t do this alone. So get your ass back here, now! Before it's too late... before we lose everything we’ve built together."
He pauses, and the silence is filled with his labored breathing, each inhale shaky and uneven.
"Please," he whispers, the anger gone, replaced by a mixture of loss and desperation. "Please, just come back."
The voicemail ends abruptly with a sharp click. I press the next one. As soon as I hear his voice, I sit up straight, knocking a pillow off my bed in the rush. This one was different. It’s the day before Eijiro called me, begging me to have lunch with him and refusing to take no for an answer.
Monday, June 8th, 10pm
"Hey... it’s me. I... I don’t even know why I’m calling. You’re not gonna pick up, are you? I just... I miss you. I miss everything about you. It’s so damn hard without you here. I don’t know what to do anymore. Everything feels empty."
Katsuki pauses for a moment, and a muffled cry is given before he brings the phone back up to his face, his breathing hard.
"I... I just wanted to say that I get it. I understand why you left. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, but... I get it. No one has ever put up with me for as long as you have. I’ve never had someone defend me like you did. Take care of yourself, alright? I love you, always."
Fear spreads across my body, engulfing me into a paralyzing state. My mind races, trying to make sense of it all. Katsuki Bakugou has never, and I mean never, accepted defeat. Bakugou is a fighter; he’s an asshole. Katsuki Bakugou once made me play 12 rounds of Mario Cart because I kept beating him. So why did his voice sound so defeated? What did Eijiro see that I haven’t been able to?
I stand up, pacing back and forth, my thoughts spiraling. Should I call him? Would he even want to speak with me? Isn’t this what I wanted? I wished for his pain, but seeing it unfold feels like a gunshot rather than enjoyment.
My heart pounds as I replay his last voicemail, each word contrasting the Katsuki I thought I knew. His usual fiery spirit, the bravado, the unyielding strength—it was all stripped away, leaving behind a raw, aching vulnerability that I didn’t know he possessed. The thought of him being so broken sends a dagger through my heart.
I stop pacing and sit on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I wanted him to understand my pain, to feel a fraction of what I felt when he pushed me away, but this... this is too much. The idea of him being in such a dark place, feeling so lost and defeated, twists my stomach in knots.
What if he doesn’t answer? What if he does and I don’t know what to say? I reach for my phone, my fingers hovering over his contact. The weight of the decision feels crushing. I wanted him to hurt, but not like this. Not to the point where I’m afraid for him.
Taking a deep breath, I press the call button, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for the call to connect. The ringing seems to go on forever, each second dragging out the torment.
"Hello?" A woman's voice, light and giggling, cuts through the receiver. In the background, there's a commotion—a struggle, I can only assume is my asshole ex-boyfriend trying to wrestle his phone back from her.
"Is Bakugou there?" I question, trying to keep my voice steady despite the irritation bubbling up inside me. I can hear a party going on in the background.
"He's a bit busy right now," she replies, a teasing hint to her tone. "I'll have him call you back once he's free."
Before I can say anything more, there's a final click and the call abruptly ends.
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Recently, through Twitter, I have become aware of the fact that modern American parents have been very ignorant of their parental duties when it comes to their children. Parents are banding together to complain about the schools their children attend because their kids are getting bad grades in class, or they're getting detentions for doing bad consistently, or they're being held back because they're just not at the same level as their peers.
There was an entire thread of some woman whining about how the school was failing her kid, because his English class grade was so bad. There were thousands of comments agreeing and various reposts with anecdotes from other parents with similar experiences.
"My 26 y/o son can't even write a check for God's sake!"
And one single person finally replied with, "Do you guys not teach your kids anything at home before they start going to school?" Which then spawned people with actual common sense questioning the level of involvement these people had in the lives of their kids.
This is what led to a large surge of people complaining about how it's the school's job to teach them everything and they did their job just keeping them alive.
Now, I don't want to be mean, but it's gonna come across that way.
Parents are lazy these days.
When I was a child, my Nana and mom had me learning with Hooked on Phonics before I entered pre-K. I was 3 years old and already sounding out words that rhymed. I was practicing how quickly I could say them in under 30 seconds so I could progress to the next lesson.
mat hat
sat that
cat vat
pat bat
fat lat
rat brat
etc...
When I was in pre-K(4 years old), they had a single, really old computer that had a bunch of Winnie the Pooh CD-ROM games. Because I always got my work done faster than everybody else, they let me use the computer because I could actually read and follow Pooh's instructions, and it kept me busy.
And when I entered kindergarten for the first time, I was really surprised to see that Hooked on Phonics was actually part of my curriculum and I was already very well ahead of everyone else. My mom and Nana took traching me very seriously. They not only read to me, but they would also get me Madeline books and cassette tapes from the children's library downtown. And then I would listen to the cassettes telling the story while reading the book at the same time to get used to the words.
At three years old, I was helping out in the kitchen, learning all of the different kitchen utensils and types of measurement. My mom often went between English, French and American Sign Language at random times so I picked up a lot of stuff that way. We never had a computer in the house for the first 12 years of my life, but I did have an old keyboard to learn how to type. Nana gave me basic piano lessons for a couple years. Mom taught me how to hem my clothes because she would buy me bigger clothes, hem them to size, and then let them out as I grew. Hell, Sperm Donor taught me how to write a check when I was 8. He was also a Financial Adviser, so I got a lot of lessons on money management, investments, and 401Ks and shit.
All these incredibly simple things ended up benefiting me later on, because I was so far ahead of all of the other students that it consistently put me at odds with them. I was better at reading, cooking, sewing, music, languages, etc... I was allowed time to do whatever I wanted while the rest of them had to catch up.
There is a lot more to being a parent than just making sure your kid eats three meals a day and doesn't die in a stupid way. And it seems like a lot of parents these days have completely forgotten that they have a duty to their kids beyond the feeding and clothing thing.
Certain things SHOULD be taught in schools, like how to balance a checkbook. But if it's clear that the school won't cover it, why aren't YOU doing something about that? And why do so many parents have no clue what the hell their kids are even getting up to in school? Why don't y'all get involved in your kid's lives?
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Friends.
Pairing: Lee Chan x gn!reader
Genre: angst
Synopsis: You get stood up by your boyfriend for the nth time, which leads Chan to get frustrated and finally confess (in the rain).
Chan wasn't exactly in his right kind when he ran out of the practice room, without an umbrella when it was raining just because you called, only saying one thing
"Chan, come pick me up."
It was the nth time your boyfriend promised you a date, only to "forget" and leave you hanging. He wasn't exactly the best boyfriend either, and that's what chan has been trying to tell you for the past year and a half.
He never treated you like how you deserved (in Chan's opinion) and always seemed to prioritize anything but you. And today was one of those days where you were left crying on the street because, yet again, you were left alone.
Rain was seeping through your clothes and the fact that you were wearing white wasn't exactly pleasant either. You had your arms to your chest and your head down. You were also in a daze, you wanted to get to the nearest store to buy an umbrella, but you also wanted to fall down and cry.
A few weeks back you found out that your boyfriend started dating you for a dare. But it didn't make sense be the asked you on a date and maybe he wanted to fix things. Explain maybe? Yeah, what a fool.
And now back to the present on the day of said date, you tried calling your boyfriend multiple times but you were only directed to voicemail. He finally picked up 15 minutes after, only to yell at you and tell you to stop being too clingy and to top it all off, he broke up with you, on the phone, with no explanation.
Yeah, not the best choice of a boyfriend.
Your knees were clanking together as you were waiting for Chan, your best friend who has basically been the light of your life. When you felt like the whole world turned their backs on you, he didn't. He always stood by your side, even if he could barely bear the title of "friends".
"[name]!" Your head shit up as you heard a familiar voice, he was running to you, all wet and soaked but with only you on his mind. He didn't mind the possible cold he'd catch the next morning, or how sore his body would be from all the running. All that mattered was you.
He had an angered expression you'd never seen on him before. It was scary, and yet, when he was right in front of you it felt like everything was starting to make sense again.
"Didn't I tell you to stop hanging around that bastard! He has done nothing but make you cry." He was breathing heavily and you didn't have the heart to talk back to him, because he was right.
"And why are you standing there so pathetically, when you should go and punch him in the nose this instant." He quickly took off his jacket to cover you, despite how mad he was, he was never truly too mas to care for you.
"You'll get cold..." you mumbled as he was giving you his jacket.
"God...what will I ever do with you," he threw his head back in frustration "why are you concerned about me right now, it's you who's suffering, it's you who has been wronged. Worry about yourself, please." He pleaded you.
It was the first time he sounded so desperate, why?
"Chan, I understand you're worried but you shouldn't care so much, it's all because—"
"It's all because of your poor choice-making!" He yelled "I've told you dozens of times to break up with him and find someone who'd treat you better, but you never listen!"
"Exactly," you said quietly "it's my fault, why would you care?"
"God, you're too frustrating..." He grabbed you by you shoulders and looked you in the eyes. "I can treat you better, [name]. I will, I promise I will, but please, for your well-being, break up with him!" He was now full-on yelling. This seemed to have woken up something within you. All the pent up frustration was now making it's way on the surface.
"What are you talking about Chan, treat me better? Chan we're friends and I get that you're worried but I don't understand." You yelled back.
"I don't care about what's right anymore, I care about you [name]! You shouldn't do this to yourself. Not when there are tons of people who're better than whatever piece of trash you picked up to date." He exhaled sharply "I love you so fucking much, and it's driving me insane to see you like this."
You wanted to tell him about your break up that happened minutes ago before before you found yourself grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his.
You were both cold, shivering, but the sensation of both your lips together spread warmth all through your body.
His hand snuck to your waist as he pulled you closer to try to deepen the kiss. It was desperate and emotional, like he was waiting for this moment for years (he has).
You decided to break the kis to whisper "I'm sorry...I got carried away." But he only pulled you back, but this time more aggressive.
You were now both breathing heavily looking into each other's eyes.
"You know...he broke up with me 10 minutes ago. Before you gave me that lecture." You said, embarrassed.
"Now, I take it that you're all mine." He said shyly.
"All yours."
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Baby Fever pt. 2
New dad!König x new mom!Reader.
Fluff, post-pregnancy, post-birth, mentions of premature birth. Y'know, a sprinkle of angst. Bit it's all happy domestic stuff. Enjoy.
Your eyes fluttered open and you realize the baby wasn't crying. When you checked your phone, it was 2 in the morning. It was feeding time, so you turned over and climbed out of bed, not realizing it was empty on the other side. You hummed and went to grab one of the bottles out of the warmers, already filled with the formula but found there was no bottle.
You hum, exhausted mind turning over trying to think why you didn't prepare a bottle beforehand. And why your alarm didn't go off. You walk to the baby room and pause, seeing a dim light on, as well as hearing soft muttering. Walking slowly, you peak into the room...
König was standing in the middle of the room, your baby girl cradled in one arm, rather, one hand. His other hand held the bottle up for her. He was rocking and turning, talking to her. He had on his pajama pants, and slippers but no shirt on.
"Mommy's friends didn't like me. I think they were just jealous of her." He smiled down at her, taking the bottle away and setting it down. He throws the towel over his shoulder like you showed him and gently placed the newborn girl up, supporting her head. "C'mon, get those nasty burps out." He rubs her back then gently taps.
"Your mommy challenged me to a game of pool. I've played it a few times but I said yes. And she won, but don't tell mommy, I let her win." He chuckled. "Then she let me buy her a drink or two- ehm, they were soda drinks." He cleared his throat. Then smiled again. There was a soft muffled burp and she spit up. König laughed again and carefully maneuvered the baby and the towel to wipe her mouth clean. "That was a good one. Almost as loud as daddy's eh?"
You stayed leaning against the doorway, listening to König's stories.
"The doctors said you were born too early, and very weak. But I think that just proved those silly doctors wrong. Look at you, burping like a sailor! Oh don't cry meine Blume, I've got you. See?" He cooed softly and you heard the baby whine a little. König hummed softly and you heard him tapping her back, and then he laughed softly. "Did you poop on me? A fart. I knew you'd be more trouble than your mommy."
You couldn't help smile. You heard him go over to the changing table and carefully remove her diaper. You watched from the door as König winced. "You did a number in there. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke mommy up with that stench." He said as he cleaned her bottom. He threw the dirty diaper away and placed a new one on. He throws some powder into the diaper.
"When you came out, and the doctors told us you were a girl, I was so thrilled." He put the pajamas back on, carefully snapping the bottoms closed. "But they said you and mommy needed to stay in the hospital for a little longer. I got so scared for both of you, both of my girls. I ran out and bought your mommy a ring. I know, I should have married her before you came out...I was scared. But when you were born I was even more scared! What could daddy do except wait?" He sighed heavily and placed the baby girl against his chest.
"I didn't know babies could come out so small...you were tiny. They kept you in a little glass machine, I don't remember exactly why but, they said it helped you breathe. Ah but I knew better. They just had to keep you contained because you were a fighter. Ready to knock out the next doctor who told you otherwise." He pressed his lips to against her head and smiled. "And they said momma couldn't breastfeed you. She was sad, she thought she did something wrong but everything turned out just right huh? We're all here." He turned and smiled when he saw you standing at the door. "Ah. You did wake momma with your stinky bottom."
You sighed, some tears in your eyes as you walked over to him. With your daughter in one hand, he used his free hand to cradle your head to his chest. "Oh I'm sorry meine libeling, I didn't mean to make you sad." You shake your head and look up at him.
"No, not sad. Just happy. Happy sad." You shrug and sniffle. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and you spoke again. "How many times are you gonna tell her the hospital stories?"
He smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "Until she learns to talk and tells me to stop. But maybe I'll tell her before she goes to her first day of school, or her first prom, or when she leaves for college." He takes a deep breath and slowly let it out. You could tell he was trying not to cry. "I wonder how close the colleges are here." You laughed and wiped your eyes.
"Stop talking about her leaving. You're making me more sad." You gently take the baby in your arms and kiss her head, rocking slowly. You felt König's arms encircle your body and his head on top of yours.
"I'm sorry. C'mon, let's get you both back to bed. My girls." His voice was soft, but tired. You nodded in agreement and gently set the girl down into the crib. You made sure she wouldn't fuss, then turned to König. Who then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down, kicked his slippers off and crawled into bed with you. You laid your head against his chest and you felt his hands finding their resting spot against against your thigh and back.
After a second, you mumbled against him. "Don't lie to our baby girl. You lost that pool game because you kept staring at my ass."
He laughed, making your head bounce. "I'm not telling our girl that."
"Then you can tell her you lost fair and square because you were so in love with me." You pressed a kiss to his neck. He leaned down and stole a kiss from you, then laid his head down.
"Maybe. But, maybe I did let you win." He was smiling and you grumbled in disagreement. "Sleep meine libeling. We'll settle this on our next pool game, drinks on me."
"Soda drinks."
A/n.: I'm sad, trapped in a stinky hotel. So I brainstormed this mess while watching Jurassic Park. I made it kinda sad but it's still all fluff. No more baby fever fic after this.
And, I thought about mentioning how reader can't breastfeed because my mom told me she couldn't for me. (For different reasons) But she said some trashy religious people told her if she couldn't breastfeed then she wasn't cut out to be a mom. And I know that today, there are still some people who find that using formula is 'unnatural' or 'cheating'. But I'm here to tell you, some people are literally just gonna try making you feel bad about everything. Do what you feel is the best thing, whether it's for yourself, for your child, for your pet, everything.
That was long. Sorry. Felt like ranting.
#konig mw2#konig x reader#konig x you#cod mw2#cod#x reader#fanfic#a03 writer#könig x reader#könig cod#fluff#baby fever
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Ayo, hiii! Is it okay to ask angst?
Here's an idea: reader has a sensory disorder (maybe autism), but doesn't know about it (they weren't diagnosed somehow for all these years) and it prevents her from building strong friendships/relationships since people think of them as weird or whatever. But it's not a bother until Miguel shows up. We all know he likes this intense eye contact when speaking to someone but READER CAN'T LOOK IN THE EYE WHEN THEY SPEAK TO SOMEONE. So Miguel might feel that he is disrespected or they don't listen to him (which isn't true, they listen very carefully).
So conflict happens and fluff in the end (make up... make out)? Like reader gets diagnosed after because LYLA notices pattern in reader's behaviour and encourages Miguel to get reader to see a doctor.
I hope I write clear, because English is not my first language.
Thank you, byee💥
Woo-oh! Thanks for requesting, anon. This is some interesting idea here. I tried my best, making some reseraches about sensory disorder and its symptoms; I hope I didn't disappoint you and won't be disrespectful :((
KISS ME BETTER.
Miguel O'Hara × General neutral reader.
warnings: angst, conflicts between the two protagonists, low self-esteem, use of Y/N.
I always thought I was strange. And I always thought that this weirdness would cause me discomfort, like friendships. Seeing all those people of my age and not being able to create unbreakable bonds...I envied them. They made things seem so much simpler than they thought, yet how could I never? This was not even possible when my life changed, taking on my responsibilities as Spider-man. Even in the Spider-society everyone seemed so sociable, available. Perhaps only in appearance.
Not even there was easy to make a friend, let alone find a lover. Great story.
I should have lived with this weirdness for life.
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I can’t face him.
I can’t do it.
I can’t do it.
I can’t do it.
I can’t do it.
That’s what resonates in an endless loop in my head.
It’s not the first time. Every time that happens to me I have a heart that feels like it’s about to escape the rib cage, tense muscles, excessive sweating. It’s not normal to feel so uncomfortable when Miguel tries to talk to me. Every time. Time.
One thing I noticed in the leader of the Spider-society is wanting to maintain eye contact. An intense eye contact.
I just can’t look him in the eye; it creates an inexplicable discomfort. Today Miguel seems particularly whipped (as if he were not always, but who knows...), and my ears are wide open, listening precisely to what he says about the next mission, And how many teams we should split up to make the mission a success.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Of course I do..." I stutter, panicking. I’m afraid it might burst like a volcano. " Then why does it seem that I am talking to a wall rather than a person?" He heard a snort from Miguel. "I don’t have your attention on me. Listen to what I’m saying, Y/N, it’s extremely important".
"I’m listening to you, Miguel..."
"I don’t understand if it’s a joke or not." the leader replied with irritation "because I have everyone’s eyes on me, but not yours! And you know such behavior..."
"So how?" I snapped in self-defense, feeling myself called into question.
"It is disrespectful! And rude!" At that his accusation my eyes finally moved to see his. His face was tense, showing me how angry he was feeling at the time. But it wasn’t my intention.
I never do it on purpose.
Why can’t I be normal like the others?
Why can’t I even face him like everyone else?
Why do I look like such a disaster?
Miguel breathed a deep breath, pinching his nose trying to find his lost calm. I was already looking down. And our conversation ended badly.
The misunderstandings never end.
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"I’m sorry, Miguel."
"Of course you’re sorry!"
"I didn’t want to be rude, I would never, especially to you, because I know you’re the lead-"
"THEN WHY DOES IT SEEM YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?!"
"BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING OFF ABOUT ME! ALL RIGHT?"
Just one sentence.
One sentence from me to silence Miguel and his thoughts. A single sentence to make the tears begin to scratch my face, warm tears that I had kept inside and suppressed for who knows how long, with no intention of releasing them. Sobbing silently in front of the person I cared about the most was another kind of pain. Miguel had no qualms at the time as he approached me with caution, as if I were a helpless little animal, circling me with his mighty arms.
Gently.
A delicacy that seemed extraneous to me because I had always seen him in action, always brutal with his enemies, and to feel me caress the head with so much sweetness seemed strange to me.
"I didn’t mean to yell at you…" These were the words that left my lips, trying with all of myself to look at him, once again, in the eyes, but a greater strength, something contrasting prevented me from doing it altogether. I would never, ever understand why.
"I really wasn’t disrespecting you because by now you should know me well enough to know...and-and-maybe."
Miguel’s hands took me with firmness, but kindness, holding my cheeks, making our lips meet in a sweet and meaningful kiss. My cheeks began to blush.
I could smell Miguel’s strong smell on me, musk and vanilla combined, and how he pushed his lips to mine; he seemed to have no intention of ending that moment.
When our kiss came to an end, Miguel made sure to look at me with his cheeks flushed and his breathing laboured while my gaze wavered.
"LYLA..."
"LYLA..?" I raised an eyebrow. "We just kissed for what seems like an eternity, and the first thing you say... is LYLA?"
Miguel sighed. "No, I..." He rubbed his chin with need, then said, "LYLA has...noticed that you have unusual behaviour. Not that you’re weird, but..."
Just then, Miguel’s AI, Lyla, appeared on his shoulder, like a fake angel, smiling upwards. "Did you call me?"
"LYLA, please..." Miguel snorted, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath. When I saw that scene, I smiled.
"Okay, okay..." answered the AI, picketing Miguel’s cheek, too big for her hands. She then turned her gaze upon me, quickly dissolving from his shoulder and then appearing before my face. " Y/N, what Miguel wants to say to you, but he can’t say out loud because he’s afraid..."
"Don’t start this again..." Miguel’s voice sounded threatening, even though LYLA chuckled, "... is that I recently noticed patterns in your person. Something that makes me think you have a sensory disorder..."
Oh.
Oh, right. of course.
Suddenly, all pieces of the puzzle seemed to connect with each other. It was clear. The woman listed some of the things she had noticed over the months: my wanting to avoid food for the appearance or smell, the agitation in looking even for a moment in the eyes a person, little coordination, hypersensitive to some situations... This was a real problem for me, believing that I was a mistake modelled to take the form of a person, but LYLA wasn’t actually wrong. And maybe...
"I... I wish someone could help you get better." Miguel’s voice brought me back to reality.
"I want you to finally feel good about yourself. I want…I want to be there for you. I want to help you too."
And even though I kept avoiding his gaze, playing with my fingers, Miguel’s tone seemed sweet, sensitive to my situation. And I never would have said it, but then we started getting closer together, spending days, and the memories were etched in my mind forever. He encouraged me in my sessions with a specialist, trying to be present to most of them, waiting outside the waiting room patiently; at the end of each visit he asked me if he could take my hand, which I agreed, wondering how it went and other details. The results were noticed, even if by a little, they were noticed.
And Miguel…never abandoned me.
#marvel imagine#marvel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o hara#sfw#angst#miguel o hara x y/n#miguel O'Hara x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader#artists on tumblr
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don't get me wrong, guys, i would DIE for satosugu, but i just had to do this
title : and i love you, darling
synopsis : but for now, satoru would run, and you would have no legs to chase after him.
aristocrat!gojo x writer!reader
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empty.
again.
you placed the quill gently on the stack of paper and leaned your head against the wall to let out a sigh. thunder rumbled and lightning lit up the dark sky as the rain that pattered a familiar tune on your window reminded you of why you felt this why⏤why you were this way.
there was nothing left.
he was once gone.
he was at the far end, but you had no legs.
he was on the edge, but you had no hand to reach out through.
he was too far away, and you were too close.
you expected it. it didn't hurt any less. what could you do except watch from the sidelines as you had always done? you had no mind to speak and no heart to feel. he would always run, and you would chase, but this? this was different. his laugh couldn't pull you out of the void you were slowly falling into if it was the one thing pushing you into it.
damn it, this hurt so damn much.
"[name]? [nameeeeeee]!"
...
"yeah?"
"you're being so quiet!" he whined. "and you're not listening to me!"
"i was."
"no, you weren't! anyways. back to what i was saying. suguru and i..."
he rambled off, and the thunder shook louder in your ears. it was always suguru. suguru this, suguru that⏤why couldn't it ever be [name]?
...
he didn't want it to be.
geto and satoru were made for each other like the sun and the moon and the night and day. you were just... dawn and dusk⏤all by yourself either longing for the sun or leaving it. geto was never seen with ink-stained fingers, geto was never seen messy and unkempt. he was perfect.
and perfect belonged with perfect.
as much as it hurt.
"[name]? look, is something wrong?"
everything was wrong. life was unfair. your heart was just so cruel.
"no. everything is alright. i'm just trying to get into the mood."
a teasing grin painted lips that you so desperately wished to kiss. "mood for what?"
"a short story i'm writing."
"tell me about it!" he demanded with a glimmer in his eyes as he sprawled over your bed. those eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame. those eyes had you drowning in an ocean you wished to never return to. those eyes... could never look at you the way you looked at them.
you grabbed your quill and dipped it in ink before scribbling away at the paper. "this woman is in love with a man she can't have. she has to learn to forgo her love as a disease slowly kills her. and besides! i can't write anything without understanding it, so i'm trying to act all sad and mopey."
satoru chuckled and grabbed one of your little decorations from off the table and began to tinker around with it. his hair was a fluffy mess as pink dusted his cheeks⏤an effect of the alcohol. earlier, he had hurled to his stomach's content, and you were there for him every second along the way. even in his formal outfit for that ball, he still looked so ethereal, like an angel too great for any other being.
that ball⏤the same one in which he had confessed his love to geto.
the scent of flowers evaded your noses, but you took in a deep breath so that your coughing wouldn't storm in to interrupt the serene moment. maybe you were just delusional. yet, the idea of geto not sharing something like this made your greedy heart twist in satisfaction. he would never see satoru from the eyes of yours. no matter how hard he tried, he would never love him like you could, and that was something you'd let yourself keep for once.
to be there throughout his entire life, joining him through the ups and downs, comforting and supporting him, knowing him better than anyone else, seeing him for than what he thought he was⏤that was what a soulmate did! not a lover!
"you know... he said he loved me back!"
...
but you were't his soulmate. gosh, the ways in which he talked to you made you wishing you were gone. you'd rather die than witness the man who owned your heart like it was a meager coin toss it away for gold.
a chuckle escaped your lips, and you looked down at him. "really?... really."
satoru rose abruptly, and his smile widened as his pace quickened with each word. "i pulled him to the side because i couldn't stand to see him dancing with a woman! we were on the balcony, and the sky was all pretty cloudy, and it was kind of sprinkling, but i didn't care! i HAD to tell him because i just couldn't hold back how i felt! i was even a little angry that he never noticed the way i cared for him⏤the way i loved him! i told him i was there for him all along, but he never noticed me in that way. geto was all grouchy, yet he quite actually lost his composure with every word i spoke, and then he shouted 'i love you' completely out of the blue! can you believe it?"
"i can't."
"and then we paused, and i grabbed his collar and kissed him. i kissed him! and then... i don't know, i just ran."
he spoke about geto like he loved him. he did. he genuinely smiled at the mere thought of him. satoru really was in love with geto suguru. all of a sudden, the sound of knocking interrupted your discussion. three quick knocks followed by a pause and a fourth knock.
your heart sank and satoru's rose.
he stood up excitedly, pulling you up with him by arm.
never hand.
he rushed for the door like he couldn't bare to spend another second alive if it wasn't with geto, and that distinct scent of flowers felt like vines wrapping tightly around your throat, leaving you speechless.
'no! i want you! i want you so dearly i would die if you left me!'
"suguru! What are you doing here?"
"to steal you away?"
'don't go, damn it! please, don't go!'
"would you be okay with that, [name]⏤if i took him?"
'no... no.'
"hah, of course. take your future husband, and don't bring him back."
"[name]! if you stay stuff like that, i never will come back!"
"i... hah! that's a dream i wish to become a reality."
he would come back, and that was the part that hurt most. satoru would lay in arms⏤arms of a coveted life, and you would lay in flowers⏤flowers of a discarded coffin.
but for now, satoru would run, and you would have no legs to chase after him.
#angst#jjk angst#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#satosugu#geto suguru#hanaki disease#fem reader#female reader#unrequited love#mitski#i love you mitski#gojo scenario#x reader
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Unforsaken, 12c
(All sections on tumblr)
(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)
After they stop for the night Glorfindel asks if Alphsîr and Alphlîn want to take the night off from training. They do not. They want to hit things.
Since none of them know how strong a blow from the swan-twins' power would be, Glorfindel isn't comfortable having them aim at anyone, and it's hard to strike so abstractly at nothing. He rigs up a target of a polearm stuck into the ground with a bucket on top; goal is to knock the bucket off the polearm.
(Inert objects with no real spirit of their own are not ideal targets for this kind of attack, but Glorfindel is guessing with their level of strength they should be able to manage it.)
There are a few false starts, but when Alphsîr manages to loose an actual strike the polearm gets ripped out of the ground and knocked flat in one blow, dirt flying. The polearm is also now slightly bent.
That's supposed to be a dragon-grade polearm.
Glorfindel sets up the same target again, but says they can't get another polearm for a target if this one gets too badly damaged.
(They still haven't seen any sign of dragons but wrecking all their dragon-grade polearms would surely summon some.)
(Celeborn does not, in fact, drink the rest of Legolas's Mirkwood moonshine. Celeborn stares blankly up at the stars missing Galadriel until Elladan and Elrohir bring the palantír over and make him talk to Arwen.)
*****
Turgon's reprieve is over the next day.
There is no reprieve for Celeborn, as he still insists on riding beside the wagon listening to all of it, even though Turgon tells him again he doesn't need to.
Did she talk about them?
"Not if she could avoid it I'm sure. She would have wanted to protect you."
But did she talk about them in the past, about back before she died?
"Not to me. We only ever discussed the kin we had in common, and very seldom the past. Mostly we avoided talking about our pasts at all. All orcs-who-know, not just me and L—Nimloth."
She didn't forget them, did she?
"No, no, everyone avoided— She alluded to you, sometimes — to what Celegorm's servants did to you."
What did she think about working with sons of Fëanor?
"She hated it but there weren't enough of us that we could afford to do anything about our grudges. —Except she did kick Reckless in the crotch hard enough to actually rupture something once, the first time they met when she remembered all the way."
Why do some orcs remember? How?
"There are a lot of different ways it happens. Any orc can get reminded, it's also — not falling apart, after you get reminded. I don't know why some people can handle it and some can't, and I don't know what things pushed Nimloth into remembering. It wasn't every lifetime. —That's not a bad thing. It's still awful, if you don't remember, but it's not — you don't fully understand how awful it is. Or feel as bad about how awful you are."
But if you remember can't you… be less awful?
"Well, when the Shadow was light we could just go to ground, but other orcs could do that too… You need to understand that when the Shadow is — was strong then an orc is an orc, and all of us did bad things. If we were lucky we could avoid doing bad things directly to people important to us, but all of us hurt innocents and served the Shadow's purpose. And if you were unlucky— If there was any doubt the Dark Lord could bend any of us to his will if he took the trouble, then after— There wasn't any doubt. We were weapons or we were dead. And it's hard to stay dead."
What's it like in the Crucible of Souls?
"…Hot. Close. Confusing. Bad. I'm not sure how to explain it better, just… it's very bad. It hurts. Everything always hurts, but the Crucible hurts worse."
Did she want us to come help her?
"Absolutely not, no. There's— Glorfindel recognized me once some centuries ago. He was a great warrior when I was alive and I could tell he'd gotten better, but I never once wanted him to come after me. He couldn't have done anything to help me, not truly. It would only have put both of us in danger. It might have put him in danger from me, if the Dark Lord noticed. He made an orc-who-knows torture his own son to death once, out of spite. None of us wanted our living family coming near us. She wanted you to stay away."
What happened to her, why isn't she alive now?
"I don't know what exactly happened to her, or to most of the other orcs-who-know. There were some very great battles, and landslides and other disasters — it's more surprising that we're alive than that they're dead."
…
Turgon sighs, and looks over at Celeborn for the first time in a while. "This is the thing I was hoping you wouldn't have to know. And I really don't know very much."
"Yes…?" Alphsîr prompts.
"She believed Saruman and went to Isengard. She's probably the same Leafblight that Zuste mentioned."
Celeborn goes gray.
Alphlîn asks, "What's Isengard?"
Oh, hell.
Alphlîn asks, "Are you all right, Uncle Celeborn?"
Celeborn's eyes are open, but he is starting to list sideways.
*****
Glorfindel and Elladan come take charge of Celeborn.
Elrohir herds the swan-twins up to Zena's wagon and asks her to give them a brief introduction to what was going on in Isengard. He figures they have a complete lack of relevant context that might make Zena's version appropriate.
After overhearing enough to understand what's happened, Legolas goes back and volunteers the rest of the Mirkwood moonshine. Glorfindel says to hold it in reserve but he's starting with miruvor.
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Modern Reincarnation AU Part 5 ✨️
Part 4
"Hello."
Bucky turned his head into the crook of his arms. The material of his new suit jacket itches at his cheeks, but he still rubbed his nose against it pretending it was enough to cover his sniffles. He wasn't interested in talking to whoever this was. He'd had enough with talking. Enough of people staring at him with pity as they offered condolences that didn't do anything. No one said anything worth listening to here anyway.
"You're John, right?" The person from before asked. Bucky could hear the rustle of clothing as whoever it was knelt down.
"It's Bucky." Bucky murmured. He refused to lift his head from his arms, so his voice came out muffled and wrong.
"Buffy? Like the vampire slayer?" The voice laughed. "Bit silly, but okay."
Bucky lifted his head to glare at the voice. He didn't care that the man was in a fancy uniform like his parents' old ones or that the kind smile on his face grew in triumph when he did so. No one was allowed to make fun of his name.
"My name is Bucky." Each word enuciated crisp and succinct.
"Well, my name's Chick, Chick Harding. Nice to meet you kid."
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"Knew I'd find you out here."
Bucky doesn't turn to acknowledge Buck as the other leans out the kitchen window. Thankfully, he doesn't step out onto the stairs. Bucky's not sure he wants Buck in his space. It's easier at night when Bucky can pretend, can ignore the hurt just to bask in the comfort. In the daylight, it's the echo of Buck's voice that haunts him dogging his every step.
Don't count on it.
Damn it Curt, how many times do I have to tell you? He doesn't know!
The same voice over and over.
Bucky stares down at the traffic below, watching strangers running around going about their lives. Sometimes, he sits out here and imagines their lives. Imagines what brought them here, where they're going next, and how that changes them.
"Curt asked if we wanted to go out tonight. After dinner with your father, that is."
Curt... Bucky hides his wince by shifting against the railing. He hasn't spoken to Curt yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He'd had enough with talking.
"Not sure," Bucky shrugs, turning back to his book. He still doesn't look up at Buck. "Probably not."
"That's not like you." Shock colors Buck's voice. Bucky curls his knee closer leaving only one leg splayed out on the stairs above. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Bucky scoffs. He breathes out softens his voice. "I just don't think I'll feel up to it after dinner."
Buck makes a noise as if he understands, but the fib tastes like ash on Bucky's tongue. His fingers curls around his book, more homework he was supposed to finish at the library.
"You should go. Paint the town red." Bucky finally lifts his head to meet Buck's gaze. The other's face pales. Bucky tries not to feel vindictive. Or guilty.
"Maybe next time." Buck chokes out, voice gruff as he pulls his head back into the apartment.
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"You gonna be calm about this?"
"What? I'm always calm."
"Bucky breaking his arm at baseball practice would disagree with that statement, Chick."
"Extenuating circumstances. He was crying!"
"And he was crying last night when I had to talk you out of calling in favors to take out a university student."
"Political office has to come with some perks. Why shouldn't I use them?"
"Because Congress can impeach you for misappropriating State Department resources, and I won't help you out of it."
"Didn't our marriage vows include for better or for worse?"
"Probably, but who knows? But back to my original point, keep your cool. We don't know what's going on between them."
"Right. I don't think I'm going to like this boy. He's too old for Bucky."
"He's twenty-six to Bucky's twenty-three. Our age gap is worse."
"Well, he still has a lot to explain."
"Sure. Would you get the good plates out of the china cabinet for me? Bucky will be here any minute."
"Yes, dear."
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"We're here!" Bucky motioned Buck in first. Buck's big blue eyes took in the entryway. The high ceilings and beautifully decorated rooms certainly looked different from his college apartment.
"In here!" Jack's voice rang out. A crash echoed from the kitchen alongside his father's voice cursing. God Bucky hopes Jack didn't let him do any of the cooking. Bucky's already dealing with heartbreak he doesn't want to deal with food poisoning as well.
"Follow me," Bucky tried for a smile, but judging by the pinching around Buck's eyes, it was more likely a grimace. "If you're worried about an ambush, they'll at least wait until you've eaten something."
"Right." Buck reaches a hand out for Bucky's. His thumb rubs over Bucky's knuckles. "Let's face the music then."
Bucky leads the other through the living room towards the kitchen. Buck's eyes jumping over the many childhood photos of Bucky decorating the walls, the same wild curls and equally wild smile greeting him in each one.
"Bucky!"
Bucky's dragged out of Buck's hold by his father's hug. Shocks tingle at the tips of his fingers. He might have been imagining it, but it felt like Buck's hand tried to reel in him back.
"And you must be Gale Cleven." Bucky's dad reached a hand out to shake his hand. Bucky watched his father squeeze Buck's hand. Buck's smile never dipped.
"Mr. Secretary, you have a lovely home."
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"So how did you two meet?" Chick asked as filled Jack's glass of wine alongside his own. Both Buck and Bucky had both chosen not to drink that night. Alcohol, as much as Bucky craved the release it gave him, probably wasn't the best idea for him tonight.
"Oh," Bucky cleared his throat. His food suddenly felt like sludge as it went down his throat.
This was fine. He'd prepared for this. He could play the lovesick kid tonight. Tomorrow, he'd confront Buck. He just had to make it through this dinner.
"At a coffee shop just off campus. Buck said I looked like a friend of his from Wisconsin. Said we shared the same name."
"That a fact?" Chick leveled Buck with an deep look. "And that's how the kids do it these days? Chance meetings in coffee shops?"
"Dad," Bucky groaned burying his face into his hands. "Please don't."
"What?" Chick nudged Jack who simply rolled his eyes at his husband's teasing. "Am I too embarrassing now? I thought I was a cool dad."
"Anyone who has to say they're a cool dad, ultimately is the lamest dad." Bucky laughed.
"I'll remember that next time you want a favor or special tickets to something." Chick threatened, but no one at the table truly believed him. His smile was too wide and happy when he looked at Bucky. Plus, Jack would testify that Chick had never denied Bucky anything since Bucky had come into his life.
"You're from Casper Wyoming, aren't you, Gale?" Chick turned his attention back to Buck. Bucky noticed that every time his dad called the other 'Gale,' his hands tightened around his utensils. "How'd you end up in DC?"
"School, sir. I'm a graduate student at Georgetown. Interplanetary physics." Gale took a sip of his water.
"Ever think about joining the Air Force?" Chick laid his knife down. "Degree like that could take you far. I knew a Major who studied the same thing once."
"No, sir." Buck's jaw clenched. "I respect those who serve, but I think I'm happy where I am."
"Chick," Jack laid a hand on Chick's forearm. "He's a retired Colonel, so you'll have to excuse him. Years at the State Department and somehow his allegiance is still to them."
"Not a problem." Buck's jaw finally unclenched. Bucky resisted the urge to reach for him. "Did you fly any of the big birds sir?"
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"Sorry about them," Bucky glanced back towards Buck. The other had fallen behind, eyes distant as if lost in thought. "Buck?"
"Sorry?" Buck's eyes met his own once more.
"Now who's distracted?" Bucky let the other catch up. He twisted his hand out of the way when Buck went to hold it. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his phone to check on the status of their ride. Buck's hand felt back to his side.
"Sorry about the interrogation back there. He's protective."
"It's alright, Bucky." Buck smiles. "He's not so scary. Not to me, and not when it comes to you. Besides, I'd go through a lot worse to stay with you."
The words, heartfelt and genuine, felt sickening to hear.
What about Curt? Would you do the same for him?
The question was once more on the tip of his tongue, the rage and heartbreak burning in his chest, but the sound of the car arriving kept him quiet. Buck let him in first with an overly exaggerated sweep of his arm. Bucky settled into his seat with a laugh as Buck climbed in after him.
"Oh," Buck glanced down at his phone. His fingers tapped over the screen, but Bucky couldn't see who was texting him. "It's Curt."
"Really?" Bucky glanced down at his own phone checking his messages. Nothing from Curt.
"Yeah, he wants to know if you wanna go out tonight?" Buck frowns. "I'll tell him no."
"You know what?" Bucky shoves his phone back into his pocket. What better way to see the pair interact? "Let's do it. Paint the town red, right Buck?"
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#modern reincarnation au#mota#masters of the air#buck x bucky#clegan#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#yes i flipped the ages a bit because i think in reincarnation aus thats a must#you can also tell one of my favorite shows was madam secretary bc i am so basing Chick's position as secretary of state off of that show#yes bucky was adopted by Chick who then later on married jack who didnt adopt bucky but is still his parent in a way#john egan#bucky egan#buck cleven#gale cleven#mota fic#mota au#buckbucky
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Sweater weather
Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader
Genre: pure fluff
Summary: Jeonghan wants to make it official with you.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: corny as shit. a lyric is a bit suggestive but its barely anything. not at all proofread
Note: I wrote this for pure fun, I don't know if it is good enough.
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Jeonghan sat before the computer, tired after working since morning. He stretched his hands and yawned. His eyes caught yours, equally tired. You flashed a smile towards him, causing his face to light up. You grabbed a few files and walked towards the elevator. Seizing the moment, he quickly glanced towards Sana, your best friend, and slid his chair towards her, ready to interrogate.
"Sana," he called her name in a low whisper, which made her look back with a frown. "What do you want?" she asked, turning towards him completely.
"What is ___'s favourite song?" he asked quietly, only making her furrow her eyebrows more. "Why?" she asked, and he rolled his eyes in response. "Just tell me, I’m planning something," he said simply.
She opened her mouth to question more but stopped herself, realizing he was planning another date.
Jeonghan had asked you on a date almost a month ago. Since then, you had gone on three other dates, but it was never made official.
"When will you ask her to be your girlfriend?" Sana asked. Jeonghan smiled slyly, "Perhaps this time," he said, and Sana almost squealed loudly. "You better do," she muttered.
He just nodded. "Now tell me her favourite song."
She moved her chair closer to him. "She loves 'Sweater Weather' by The Neighbourhood," she said after thinking for a while.
Jeonghan nodded his head and moved back to his computer before you could return.
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You dolled up in a pretty light blue dress, throwing on a sweater since it was too cold outside. Smiling to yourself, you made your way towards Jeonghan's apartment. He had invited you over, and it was the best thing that happened all day. It had been a pretty tiring day, but you knew he would make things better.
You rang the bell of his door, waiting for him to open it. He did after a couple of seconds, and you sucked in a breath looking at him. He wore a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair messily brushed. He still managed to look effortlessly good
"Come in," he said, and you stepped inside. You let out a gasp at the sight. The living room was dimly lit, with a few scented candles on the table.
You immediately recognized the smell—those were the candles you gave him on your last date. The table also had a bouquet, which he took and handed to you as soon as you walked in. You gazed at them, your heart warmed by his gesture.
"Jeonghan, these are beautiful," you said, and he chuckled, his laugh ringing in your ears.
"I know," he said, pulling you by your hand to the couch. Just when you thought things couldn't get any better, he went near the table, tapped something on his phone, and a song started to play. Your eyes widened at the familiar sound.
And all I am is a man. I want the world in my hands : the song began.
He sat next to you. "Sana told me it's your favourite," he said.
You looked him in the eyes, and he raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Listening to this song was your most favourite thing, but listening to it with him was somehow better. You smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you. You shook your head, unable to speak.
You wanted to pull him into a tight hug, hold him close. "Do you wanna dance?" you asked out of nowhere.
"To this?" he asked, genuinely surprised.
"We can dance to anything if we want to," you said, forcing him to stand up and dragging him to the middle of the room.
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You put your hands around his neck, mimicking the lyrics of the song softly playing in the background. It made him let out another chuckle. "Following the song, are we?" he teased, and you playfully took back your hands. He caught your hands right back, settling them in their previous place.
" no backing away now.", he said and you rolled your eyes at his antics.
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
The song continued to play, its melody filling the room as you swayed with him. You let the lyrics hit your ears, your eyes locked on his pretty eyes.
He suddenly turned you around, your back hitting his chest, one of his hands snaking around your waist, the other sliding onto your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.
His mouth was near your ear when he whispered, "Be the luckiest person in the world by becoming my girlfriend." Your breath hitched. It was true; you would indeed be the luckiest person. But you couldn't help but hit him gently in the chest with your elbow at his cockiness.
"Could you be a bit nicer while asking?" you said.
"Ouch," he exclaimed dramatically, and you giggled, feeling like a high school student again.
"Is it a yes?" he asked hopefully.
You acted like you were in deep thought, though you perfectly knew the answer. "Ummm," you mused, drawing out the moment for a bit longer. "I need time to think," you said, wanting to tease him. He let out another chuckle right in your ear.
You turned around to face him, your hand still locked with his.
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
You looked at the locks of his hair, the way a few strands fell over his forehead.
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
To move to a place so far away
Your eyes moved to his pretty face, as if it was carved by the gods themselves to look so angelic.
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
The look in your eyes was enough to let him know the answer, but he waited for you to say it, feeling the way you gazed at him.
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste
You moved your face closer to his. "I would love to be your girlfriend," you whispered and then kissed him, your lips perfectly moulding with his. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his hand around your waist to pull you closer.
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
He traced his fingers on your warm sweater as he pulled back. "finally.", he whispered, more to himself than to you. You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
Inside this place is warm
outside it starts to pour
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Liyah and KK Sister Dynamics HC's
Warning: cursing
Dialogue Color Code: KK, Liyah, Ice
Kinda short but ayee
(basically little sister KK, big sister Liyah 😊)
She's stealing Liyah's food most definitely
"Aye KK have you seen my chipotle?"
"...No."
"...Why is there rice on your cheeks? Nobody cooked rice today- Kamorea."
"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT IT!"
"WHY THE FUCK- bitch you're paying me back."
"I don't have the moneyyyy!!"
"Figure it out then."
Liyah is a decently early sleeper (like 10:30 the earliest) so uh... KK has ALOT of candid pics that she uses as memes in the gc
Aubrey: When I say I slept like a BABY last night....
Liyah: You and Aliyah was having fun huh 🤭
Aubrey: stfu
KK: Aubrey rn: *insert pic of Liyah sleeping*
Liyah: ...if u don't delete that rn istg
KK: hmmmmmmm no💙
Liyah: i hate you.
KK: oop not the punctuationnnn...love you too bookie 🤭
Liyah: 😒 Aubrey how bad would it be if i committed murder
Aubrey: honestly i support it
KK: AUBREY
KK is THEE biggest Liyah+Azzi truther Lizzi™ for short (yes KK did trademark it. deadass.)
"Soooo how are you and Azzi doing? Yall kiss yet??"
"Girl wtf- no..."
"Are you gonna?"
"Please leave me alone man."
"Aww trouble in paradise?"
*Liyah side eyes her*
"My bad girlie my bad."
EVERY SINGLE TIME Uconn mics KK up there are two people on the top of her hitlist: Ice and Liyah (free them)
"We back with another videoooo!!"
*in the background* "Oh God.."
*side eye* "ANYWHO let's go ask the people some questions. SO Icey Baby. Ice Cube if you will-"
*Ice side eyes tf outta her*
"....sassy much. Anyways what song are you listening to right now?" *leans the mic*
"Um Snooze by SZA."
"Ouuuuu I CAN'T LOSE WHEN IM WITH YOUUUU!! I like it I like it." *bolts over to Liyah*
"Heyyyy big sister!!" *purposefully looks down* "Or little sister..."
"Aight now what do you want?"
*looks at the camera* "You see how she treats me yall? Anyways...why did you eat the last of my pringles?"
"You literally told me to?"
"..."
"..."
"ANYWHO-"
KK will always drag Liyah into a tiktok dance. Liyah doesn't mind, but KK starts regretting it when Liyah starts making the dance even more complex
"Ouuu we could do it like this..."
"Liiiiiiiii PLEASE it's just a simple dance."
"But it could be SO much better. Let me cook dammit."
"Oh my fucking God." *throws hands up in surrender*
KK almost busted her ass once 😭
If Liyah is driving KK is GLUED to that passenger seat. She loves it there
"Hehe yeahhh I get aux." *shuffles music and plays God's Plan by Drake*
"Playing Drake during these trying times huh?"
*busts out laughing* "Don't blame me blame Apple!"
"Mhm.."
KK will always brag that she has scary big sister privileges and she's not wrong at ALL
*Aubrey and KK play fighting a bit TOO hard*
"Aye cut that shit out."
*Aubrey and KK IN SYNC* "Yes ma'am."
*cue Ice cracking up in the background*
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My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️
Chapter 3
Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 4
Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs
Chapter 3
The morning after, I woke up on the couch covered with a blanket. The light was shining through the blinds and the birds were singing, that was my first night of real sleep since a week. Lana who was sleeping on my lap started meowing to make me feed her. I finally got the energy to open my eyes and stand up to give food to my cat. Suddenly I looked around realizing she wasn't here anymore.
A wave of emptiness submerged me. My house is still a mess because I was still too lazy to do anything about it. I took a shower, my head full of questions : Why did she leave without telling anything? Did she even care at all? Am I just another stupid drug addict to her? I guess I'll never know. Anyway, it's not my problem anymore. I have more important things to think about like where to find my opiates. Right now I'm feeling better but I know I couldn't handle another day sober.
I put on another pyjama after getting out of the shower when I heard the door opening. I quickly left the bathroom and ran to the leaving room full of joy. Here she was ; she had 2 bags of groceries in her hands and a big backpack; could this be what I was thinking about ? No, she’s too busy to do this. She probably came to say goodbye.
-Ok so, I saw that the fridge was empty, I bought you eggs, pastas… She started to enumerate what she bought for me and explained that she wanted to stay with me for the weekend. I was right, she was about to stay here for a while.
-Thank you so much I don't know what to say Ellie that’s so kind of you, how much do I own you? And why do you want to stay here? I’m not at my best you know..
-Nothing, she said, it’s my pleasure if I can help you. I’m gonna stay here for the week-end and yeah I saw that you’re not at your best. I don’t want to be a passive watcher of your fall, that's also why I want to stay with you.
I was so happy to hear this, I don't know if she would be able to do anything to help me heal but her attention was already enough to make me feel better. She installed her clothes then we talked about my situation while eating. I explained to her how I was feeling about what happened.
-I'm gonna give you some meds. If I see that you’re about to vomit or you’re shaking or about to faint I’ll give you something. If you’re feeling bad and start thinking too much about it just talk to me. I listened carefully to her instructions and she continued.
-Do you think you'd be able to clean your place with me?
All alone I could never clean all that, I couldn’t even find the motivation to eat but now she’s here I dont know why but it seems effortless. She got up, turned on MTV and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I did the dishes as she was throwing out my spoiled groceries that were still in my fridge and placed the new ones she just bought. Then we picked up all the clothes that were around my house then she did a machine while vacuuming and cleaning the dust everywhere. We changed my bedsheets, cleaned the bathroom and even gave a bath to Lana.
Later, we both felt hungry so we decided to bake pancakes. It was really fun, though we first argued on the measurements of the sugar, she gave up and let me add an extra amount of sugar to make them sweet enough. She was eating the leftovers of dough stuck in the spoons and bowls and as she wanted to give me a taste, she unintentionally put some dough on my face which led to a little -very cliché romcom like- fight of trying to put dough on the other’s face. We were running around the kitchen aisle when she finally caught me and we started to calm down. She wiped the dough I had on my cheeks and forehead with her thumb then we went back to baking. The dough was ready, it was time to bake them on the pan. She was making them flip in the air like a pro which I strangely found very attractive of her. She tried teaching me but I made the pancake fall and the dough that was not cooked yet spilled everywhere. She decided to not let me have control of the pan again for the rest of the recipe and I, instead, took charge of setting the table and doing the dishes we just dirtied.
We enjoyed our pancakes in front of SpongeBob Squarepants.
-You were right, the more the sugar, the better. She said.
-Told ya..
-Are you feeling tired or do you wanna go out now ?
-No I’m feeling good, what do you have in mind? In reality my head was hurting but I needed to stay occupied.
-I was thinking we could go to the fair maybe?
-Ohh yes sounds good for me, let me get ready first.
I took another shower after sweating like a pig with all this cleaning, I got dressed in a skirt, a tight top and my platform boots, put some makeup on then did my hair. In the meantime, Ellie took a shower and got ready too. We got into her car on the way to the fair. The smell of the popcorn, cotton candy and churros filled my nostrils, the sky was dark, the stars and lights from the attractions were lighting us. We decided to go for a ride on the big wheel, we sat next to each other, her arm behind my neck, as we enjoyed the beautiful view from the top. I spotted a thrilling roller coaster. I begged Ellie to go for a ride with me until I had to drag her by her hand. We had a lot of fun, I felt like a kid.
Then, she decided to play a shooting game that could earn us a big teddy bear. After 3 shots, she finally managed to get the target; we were handed a big green dinosaur plushie. I felt so excited, it kinda looked like a date. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, violently turning me around; I was a little shaken up and turned with furrowed eyebrows to see the person who was assaulting me when I ended up face to face with Emily. My heartbeat immediately increased, my throat felt as tight as a bow.
-How dare you step foot at any party, how dare you pretend like nothing happened ? You’re such a pathetic selfish bitch. Do you ever even think about what you did and how much it impacted me ? Going on cute little dates with your stupid girlfriend while Jonathan is dying at the hospital ?? How can you even handle looking at yourself in the mirror?
I was left speechless, tears started to fill my eyes, my hands were shaky. She was right; I’m so selfish. I’m thinking about this day on repeat all day long but I didn’t even really try to check up on them. After my treatment started to make me feel crazy, I couldn’t focus on anything else than drugs. I guess it was easier than facing my responsibilities and the horrible consequences my actions had on my friends’ lives. I was just looking for something to focus on other than this. Emily has lost her scholarship after not being able to stay in the soccer team due to her injuries. Jonathan was still in a coma, his parents are visiting and praying for him everyday. I’ve been the luckiest out of us three yet I can only think about MY problems, MY addiction, MY guilt.
After what felt like forever of just standing there, Ellie took me apart in a more quiet area. She handed me a glass of water to try to calm me down. She pulled me into a hug and I let myself cry into her arms. We agreed it was time to go back home. Yet again we were driving to my house, making ourselves comfy on the couch while she reassured and took care of me. The day after we spent a while talking about everything and I understood focusing on drugs was selfish, I need to take action and try to fix what I can; Ellie said she’ll help me with everything and will stay with me all along but once the weekend was over, I quickly came back to reality.
#wlw#lgbt#lesbian#sapphic#tlou#ellie tlou#modern ellie#ellie williams#ellie x fem reader#the last of us#fluff#smut#drugs cw#slow burn#trauma
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