#and she let me get one question in then made an excuse and hung up on me
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An idea!
Maybe an FWB situation with BestestFriend!BuckyxAvenger!Reader they do it mostly for Bucky after a long, gruesome, taxing mission. Bucky made it clear that no feelings must be involved. He also made it clear that he’s not into her as he is still very much inlove and hung up with his ex. Basically this FWB situation mostly benefits Bucky, even Nat thinks it’s not really a FWB, just Bucky using her. But she doesn’t mind. Bucky is a good fuck. Like damnnn good. And if she can’t have Bucky as a romantic partner, she’ll take what she can get. Besides, Bucky told her that he doesn’t want an avenger or an agent as a partner. Too much danger and chaos for his heart. He wants to love a civilian like his ex, in hopes of living a normal life after retiring.
So, she starts distancing herself when she sees Bucky slowly trying to get back with his ex. Less sex, more excuses. But for some reason? Bucky does not like it. He does not like how you were not there anymore, how you don’t need nor seek him for the “benefit,” he’s also not that happy with whatever he’s doing to win his ex back. She doesn’t necessarily reject him when he asks for sex, just avoids him all in all. Day by day though, she consumes his thoughts and mind. Did he do something wrong? Say something? Forget something? What did he do to deserve this treatment from her? Bottom line, he misses her. What’s weird is, she’s still there as his best friend when he needs either steve or her. Just less of that benefits part
Then it grows progressively worse (for Bucky) from there as he sees her bring one night stands, to consistent and stable dates in their home. He’s still happy tho Bc if the date goes wrong or the one night stand doesn’t satisfy her, she goes to Bucky for a satisfying sex.
However, what pushes Bucky over the edge was one night filled with passion. Both of them feels this sex is different. One thinks he’s doing and feeling this extreme emotion Bc he’s angry while the other thinks she’s just frustrated. But the truth is? It’s passion and connection between them. She feels so good that she can’t help but blurt out “oh god I wish my future boyfriend/husband could fuck and fill me up like you do”
That’s it for Bucky. Those words are enough to make him feral. Just the thought of another man giving her attention, affection, love, adoration, and faithfulness makes him sick to the core. So, He fucks her with all his might, all his feelings. He fucks her with all the possessiveness and the green monster inside him. He fucks her in hopes of filling her full and deep that no other man can reach and own her like he does. (Maybe even breed her so that no man would actually be with her, but him)
Bc how bold of her to think that he would let another man touch her. That he would let her wear someone else’s ring and last name? That he would let her carry another man’s babies? No. Absolutely not.
Obviously this confuses her, but she thinks of it as part of their play. Maybe heat of the moment? Whatever it is, it’s hot and made their sex better so she didn’t question Bucky as of the moment.
Come next morning, she wakes up buried in bucky’s arms tightly and securedly wrapped around her as if she would disappear any moment. She has things to do so she attempts to leave but this just wakes Bucky up. She was abt to say something but Bucky just kisses her passionately yes Bucky now admits what it is. Not letting her go and aiming for another hot steamy possessive sex. Her words from last night ringing in his ears as she tries to leave.
Idk what to do next, I just want them to be happy and together in the end (maybe fast forward to their wedding? To them having twins?) 😭 then maybe the last line was like “well my love, you’re lucky your husband could fuck and fill you just like I did when we were fuck buddies”
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This is so perfect, i love this and that ending line is sending me, its so angsty and steamy and fuck it's so cute. Literally had to pull out a google doc to paste the request so I could look at my draft and the points side by side cause of all the details, I’m so sorry if I missed anything
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“Strictly sex?”
“Strictly sex”
Bucky’s lips smashed onto yours as soon as the words left your mouth, the both of you clawing off your tactical gear, throwing it off haphazardly. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom; Bucky had taken you right in the middle of the safe house floor, no prep, sliding into you and fucking you till the sun was up.
Moments earlier
The mission was long. Stressful. Violent. Bloody. You weren’t even sure if you’d make it but you’d both made it out alive. You’d noticed Bucky on edge the entire time, his jaw clenched, fingers twitching while you tried to patch up a few scratches on yourself.
“You okay Buck?”
“M’fine” He mumbled, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, resting on the wall of the jet letting out a strained groan.
“You don’t seem fine” You gave him a pointed look, clearly not believing him. “What do you normally do to relax” You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky stared at you, his eyes turning a shade darker.
“Fuck” His eyes bore into you, challenging you to ask more questions, his patience wearing thin. “I fuck”
“I can help with that”
*****
“So what’s with you and y/n?”
“Nothin’“
“You’re saying there's nothing?”
“I- I’m not over Lauren yet” Bucky shrugged, his mind constantly clinging onto his ex. She was the first girl he had dated in years and the first girl he felt anything for in a long time. The break up was mutual; his job took up long hours and the longer he was away, the more they grew apart. The split was made sense but he couldn’t let go of the lingering feeling in the back of his mind about how things would have been if he had just tried harder. Bucky set down the mug he was drinking from, leaving the kitchen while you entered. He gave you a nod, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away. What if he had just tried harder...
Nat shrugged, not pushing the matter further but she never believed either of you when you both insisted there was nothing more between you. She knew damn well Bucky was using you to fuck his feelings away but it didn’t seem to bother you. You were more than satisfied with some super solder dick because it was good. Damn good. Still, she was a trained assassin and not stupid. Nat could see the way your eyes would linger on him for a second longer and the way you’d lighten up as soon as he stepped into the room.
“So you and Barnes are just friends, huh?”
“Obviously” You looked at her with wide eyes, hoping to ignore her question while you made yourself some tea but she continued to stare at your instead. “It’s nothing more than that. We hook up sometimes but it’s just casual”
“And you’re completely okay with things staying just the way they are?” She cocked an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed accusatorily as if she could see right through you. “You’re fine with always just being a quick fuck?”
“It’s what we both need, honestly, I’m fine with the way things are” You nodded, thinking back to a conversation the both of you had both had after a mission.
“If I ever settle down, it’d have to be with someone outside of all this”
“Outside of what?”
“This” Bucky waved his hand around, pointing to the arsenal of weapons you were putting away after yet another grueling mission. “All this avenger shit, saving the world. I just want to go home to something peaceful. normal. Leave all this behind and just exist with someone I love. I’d never date someone from the team or someone associated with this, it’s too much”
You felt a strange tightness in your chest at his words but you shrugged the feeling off, understanding where Bucky was coming from.
“So who do you think you’ll end up with Barnes”
Why were you asking him this as if you’d like the answer.
“Maybe someone like Lauren” He mumbled, “Just someone who isn’t a part of this. Normal”
You felt the tightness creep back up but you shoved it back down. After all he’d been through, he deserved a little bit of normal.
You took your tea and made your way to your room, sipping while you thought about Nat’s question. Were you okay with the way things were? He was a good friend to you and no doubt the only person who could have you screaming till your lungs were sore.
Still.
He was never yours.
He never saw you that way.
You were just a good fuck.
He always loved his ex.
It didn’t help that you’d recently noticed he’d been out more often. He didn’t say anything to you directly but you could tell he was trying to get back with his ex. Cut his hair. Cleaned up. Quietly going out and not breathing a word about where he was off to. You weren’t 100% sure what he was doing but it was enough for you to decided you had to pull back.
A few weeks later
Bucky frowned, hearing yet another excuse from you as you made your way to your room, softly closing your door and hearing the muffled noise of your TV switch on, not going to bed like you insisted. It had been weeks since he’d spoken to you properly. He couldn’t even remember the last time you had the benefits part of your “friendship” You were usually always slinking around him like a cat, your touch, your voice, your scent, some form of you always surrounding him.
Recently?
Nothing.
He didn’t like it.
Not one damn bit.
He hated that you didn’t wrap your arms around him randomly, whispering in his ear about how badly you needed him. Or the way you’d bite your lip looking over to him in the middle of the field, a silent promise of sucking his soul out as soon as the mission was over. Or how your back would arch off the bed, your thighs suffocating him, tugging the hair from his roots when he nursed from your clit as if your arousal quenched his thirst. Or the way he’d let his cum seep down your thighs, fucking it back into you with his fingers, getting you to lick them clean afterwards-
Bucky groaned to himself, shifting uncomfortably at the hard on he’d given himself thinking about you. It’s not even like he could go to you to get you to take care of it. The few time’s he’d tried to initiate something, you were tired. Had cramps. Not feeling well. Injured. Always something, leaving him high and dry, avoiding him all together. He decided to make his way down to the gym, punching his feelings away yet again, though this time they were over you.
A few more days had done by and Bucky was worse than before. Sure he was talking to his ex again, but he was more concerned over the growing distance between you both. You’d both agreed the benefits would stay just the same unless either of you got into a committed relationship and while he had reconnected with Lauren, they weren’t official....
Why did you avoid him so much?
Was it because of Lauren?
Why did he even try to reconnect with her...
How come you didn’t let him get close to you anymore?
He started to wrack and pick at his brain wondering where it all went down hill. Did he say something to you? He didn’t forget your birthday, he’d gotten you everything you’d ever mentioned, even the littlest things you figured he hadn’t paid attention to. So what did he do to deserve this? He’s pent up like never before and it’s not just sexually. It dawns on him that he needs more than just sex, he also needs your friendship, your softness, your laugh.
He missed you.
All of you.
Of course you were there for him when he needed you, patching him up after missions, keeping his favorite snacks always stocked up, listening to him vent about Sam. It wasn’t the same though. As soon as you did your job taking care of him, you were out of his hair and off to do something else that had nothing to do with him.
*****
Bucky thought it was bad before but now he was seeing red. He was silently seething, seeing yet another handsome stranger drop you off, kissing you and giving your ass a playful squeeze before letting you make your way inside. The worst was when your stupid dates would actually make it inside the compound and all the way up to your room, Bucky had never been more thankful for sound proof walls. He watched you carefully, your smile dropping as soon as your date drove off, kicking your heels off and making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink.
Though Bucky despised seeing you after dates (unable to understand why he felt so strongly about them in the first place) there was one benefit to your rendezvous. One he wouldn’t openly admit to enjoying. A twisted part of him was happy when you didn’t enjoy yourself because while you would keep your distance from him on a regular basis, there were a few select times you’d relent and give into your needs. Like right now.
“Bad date?” He cocked his head while you downed the dark liquid in one go, slinking over to his side, the warmth of your skin radiating off you. You nodded, letting your arms drape around his shoulders, standing between his legs.
“Wanna help me forget?”
It happened often and left Bucky more tormented than before. He hated that you only came to him when you needed to forget your shitty date but what could he say when you were supposed to be just friends with benefits anyway. You have a hold on him he can’t even explain. A hold no one else had ever had on him before. Not even his ex.
His ex.
Bucky isn’t even sure why he had tried to reconnect with her. He realized there was nothing between the day he met her again after months. He remembered the relationship differently; rose coloured glasses making him forget that there wasn’t ever a strong connection between them. Now he was struggling to figure out why all of his thoughts were consumed with you. If that was the only way he’d get to have you then he’d take what he could get.
*****
Bucky smiled to himself when he heard the a soft knock at his door, opening it to find your semi disheveled state, your hair a mess, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
“Need something doll?” Bucky smirked while you rolled your eyes, pushing past him, walking right into his room. You were there for one thing and one thing only. He knew it and you knew it.
“You know what I need Barnes” You huffed, unsatisfied from your date who rubbed you like a scratch lottery ticket, asking if you had finished 30 seconds after. “He couldn’t find my clit” You shook your head, tossing your tshirt off, leaving you bare moving laying on his bed “Not that most guys can”
Bucky felt all of his blood rush down south, it didn’t matter how many times he’d seen you naked, how many times he’d had you spread out for him, he’d forever be taken with how perfect you looked wearing absolutely nothing. He palmed his boner as he made his way over to you, stripping all his clothes off before giving his cock a few tugs.
“Pretty sure I can” Bucky murmured, crawling onto the bed and spreading your legs in front of his face. “And if I remember correctly...” He nipped your inner thigh making, smiling to himself at the soft gasp that slipped form your lips, pressing a sloppy wet kiss right onto your clit “It’s right there, isn’t it baby”
You let out a whimper, nodding while he hummed, a cocky smirk curling on his lips. He pressing his hard cock against the mattress for some relief, the feel of your soft silkiness making him leak. “I know exactly where my pretty doll’s clit is, don’t worry your pretty head baby”
“He didn’t know how to touch you, huh” Bucky cocked an eyebrow when you silent shook your head, his thumb coming to rub soft circles around your clit, “You like it slow and gentle at first, hm? Barely touching you, teasing you a little before getting faster?” Bucky watched you carefully, your chest rising up and down faster as he started to apply more pressure, his blue eyes locked with yours. “Then you like it faster, just like this” He removed his thumb, twitching to his two fingers', coating them in your arousal before using his fingers tips to rub you making you moan louder, “That’s right, sing for me baby, sing for me while I play with your pretty little clit”
“I remember you loved when I did this...” He gently sealed his lips around your sensitive nub, suckling with the lightest pressure, his hands holding your thighs apart, loving the way you moaned just for him. He pulled off so he could use his tongue, lapping and twirling around your clit, groaning at the sweetness that coated his tongue.
“Need-need more” You moaned, getting louder as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them and speeding up his pace, grinding against the bed, his balls growing heavy. “Need your cock Bucky! Please fuck me” You grabbed at his shoulders, too desperate for just his fingers, needing to feel all of him.
“Okay, okay baby, m’here” Bucky cooed, as he came up, kissing your neck, jealousy creeping through his veins smelling the remnants of your dates cologne still lingering on your skin.
Another man. Who touched you. Felt your body.
Unacceptable.
“Need you” You moaned again, feeling his cock nudge against your soaked entrance, your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your eyes were practically pleading with him, rolling back when you felt him start to press into you, moaning into your neck.
“You have me” Bucky groaned as he shoved his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust, his arms wrapped tightly around you, and pounding you right into the mattress. You cried out from pleasure, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs from his cock hitting your sweet spot, his cock starting to drip inside you. You could feel him all over, his body weight heavy on top of yours, the scent of his body wash, the scent of him, the heat off his body, the way he tasted when he smashed his lips against yours.
You’d hooked up plenty of times before but none of them were like this.
Bucky’s face was tucked into the crook of your neck, sucking dark bruises, gently licking and kissing them right after. His arms were holding you tight against him, rolling his hips so that he’d still be pressed against every inch of your body the entire time. It felt like he was trying to fuck the deepest depths of your soul, unrelenting, the bed post steadily thudding against the bedroom wall.
Bucky felt it too. Something more. He didn’t know what, maybe you were frustrated, pent up from being unsatisfied but he’d never had you like this before. Your legs squeezed his sides, your nails scratching down his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer. You were begging him for more, nearly crying, tears clouding your vision as he braced himself up slightly on his knees, fucking you even deeper. He savored your sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your shampoo, how silky and soft your body was. His cock was throbbing, threatening to blow sooner than he’d like, your pussy sucking him back in every time he fucked you.
Your hands went to card through his hair, your nails grazing through his scalp, drawing the sluttiest moan from Bucky, his eyes rolling back, fucking you even harder. You could feel your arousal squirt out of you at how desperate and delicious he sounded, squirming under him, feeling the wiry hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit.
No one else had ever satisfied you the way he did, touching you in a way that made your body light on fire. He felt so good, fucked so good, tasted so good, made you feel things everywhere. Your heart was screaming, wanting to making the night last forever, but forever wasn’t something either of you agreed on. He wasn’t yours. If only. If only you could always have this. You needed this. Exactly this. You tried to bite your tongue, your voice needy and broken, unable to stop the words from tumbling out as your mind swirled.
“Fuck Bucky I wish my future husband would fuck me this good, oh god-
You cried out as he growled, grabbing you and bringing your knees up, angling his hips till his thrusts made your belly bulge. He felt feral hearing your words, knowing you needed more of what he was giving you, what only he could give you. No one else would ever make you feel this good.
“Yeah? That what you want? Another man to fuck like me?” Bucky felt another surge of jealously course through his veins at the thought of another man having you the way he did. Another man touching you. Making love to you. Fucking you. Filling your tight cunt with their cum, breeding you till your belly was round and swollen. He snarled against your neck thinking about you carrying someone elses name. Someone else making you feel good, making you moan, putting their cock in you, it was supposed to be just him. Only him.
Huh.
Why was he so possessive.
He tried to shake off the thought but the image seared into his brain.
He couldn’t stand the image of you in your wedding dress, saying I do to a man that was someone else, your soft lips kissing theirs, sealing the both of you together forever, taking you away from him.
Fuck that.
Bucky fucked you like his life depended on it, the green monster of envy and jealous possessing his very soul, pouring all his feelings into the way he fucked you. He marked your neck, your shoulders, your breasts'.
“Need-need this Bucky” You cried out, feeling pressure and tightness growing through your body, your orgasm desperate to spill over. He grunted, his balls growing heavy, his own climax at the tip of his cock.
How could you think of letting someone else have you this way.
To have you so vulnerable, hearing how beautiful you sounded when you were lost in pleasure.
How could you think of wearing another mans right? Taking his last name?
How the fuck could you think of carrying another mans child, giving birth to his babies, having a family with someone that wasn’t him.
How could you.
Bucky’s mind felt muddled, he felt sick at the thought of you belonging to someone else, not when you had him. Not when he could give you what you wanted. He couldn’t push away the thought of how you’d look if you were carrying his babies. The way your tummy would be so round. How tired you’d look, a little super soldier baby growing inside you.
The way you’d be pouty, your breasts leaking, your swollen belly perfect evidence that you belonged to him. No one would look at you twice, knowing who your baby daddy is. Who would dare look at the pretty thing the winter solider knocked up, thinking twice before they even looked your way.
Fuck, you’d look so perfect, pregnant with his baby. He’d take such good care of you, massaging your sore feet, rubbing your belly, doting on you every second of the day. He’d spend hours worshipping your pussy with his mouth, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to see him over the swell of your tummy but your satisfied moans would be more than enough for him. He’d carry you everywhere, treat you like a queen, make love to you, drink your sweet milk when you felt heavy and sore, you be all of his-
“F-FUCK I’M CUMMING” Bucky bit hard onto your shoulder, moaning loudly as he started to cum, thoughts of your leaking nipples and firm belly making his whole body jolt, his cock sensitive, spurts of his seed endlessly pouring into you. “Y/n, look at me” He panted, still rutting his cock into you while your eyes rolled back into a silent scream, cumming around his throbbing length.
“Look at me” He grasped your cheeks, making you look at him, sweat beading at his forehead, his skin flushed “I’m gonna get you pregnant” You gasped, moaning against his mouth as he continued to sloppily grind into you, his cock still some how hard. “You’re all mine, understand?”
You nodded, but it wasn’t enough, his grip on your cheeks tightened, desperate to hear your voice.
“Say it” He pleaded with you, panting and grunting, overstimulated but too deep in wanting to fill you again to care.
“I-I’m yours James!” You could feel pleasure creep up you again, working yourself up to a second high just off his words alone.
“Keep saying it, keeping saying it, m’gonna cum again, don’t fuckin stop, keep telling me” He almost sounded like he was going to cry, his balls throbbing, still full and heavy.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, get-get me pregnant daddy”
“FUCK YES” That did it, his second orgasm spilling into you, his cock finally starting to soften. You panted, your mind reeling over the what had just happened, too fucked out to formulate words. He had taken you apart, cumming in you twice, his seed still deep inside you as he stayed inside you, slowly drifting off to sleep. As much as you wanted to ask him about what had just happened, you figured it was just the heat of the moment. You melted into his hold, letting sleep take over instead, what just happened wasn’t a big deal anyway....
*****
You blinked awake, heat engulfing you, Bucky’s arms wrapped around your body keeping you tightly and securely right against him. You squirmed, only to feel him hug you closer, whining, as if you’d disappear if he let go. You tried to gently wiggle free, not wanting to deal with the fact that you’d stayed the night, but your attempts to leave only woke him up. You blinked at his soft blue eyes gazing down at you, his strong arms still clinging onto you like no tomorrow.
“Bu-
You were cut off by his lip smashing onto yours in a breathe stealing kiss, your eyes growing wide before melting and kissing him back. You both reluctantly broke away for oxygen, your face heating up as he tucked your hair behind your ear, still holding you close.
“Stay”
“But-”
He rolled over, pinning you down onto the bed, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. “Stay, please” All Bucky could think about was your words from last night, the thought of anyone else other than him having you making him sick. He needed it again. Needed more. Wanting the same passion from the night before, his heart yearning and aching for it. “Y/, doll please”
You shook your head, a sudden surge of anger fueling you when you remembered he wasn’t even yours and his heart was elsewhere.
“James, let me go-
“No” He stayed in place, bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you further, “Doll, I know I have no right but-but I need you”
“You had me last night, that’s all you need anyway” You scoffed, while he shook his head, regret clouding his eyes.
“No baby, it’s not enough. It was never enough. It’s always been you”
“James, you were just trying to get back with your ex-
“It was a mistake. I learnt that the same day I met her. There wasn’t anything between us, truthfully there never was. I guess I remembered things differently from how they actually were. A stupid memory that never even existed. She never made me feel the same way you did. Not even close”
You stayed silent, while Bucky continued to nervously ramble, his feelings coming out scrambled, fear making it difficult for him to focus. He couldn’t lose you. He adored you. Needed you. Couldn't stand the thought of someone else other than him being by your side.
“It’s all you baby, always all you” He whispered, giving you his best puppy eyes, his heart hammering against his chest. You spread your legs slightly, letting his cock rest against your core, your nose bumping against his.
“Show me you mean it” You whispered against his lips, gasping as he filled you, moving slowly so you could feel every bit of him. Him. The only person you truly every wanted. The person you imagined your future with. The person you wanted it all with.
“M’gonna show you for the rest of my life doll”
A few years later
You yawned, handing off your little one to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss before he was carried off to bed. Bucky rocked his son in his arms for a moment before setting him down in his bed, kissing him goodnight before switching the night light on. He made his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling when his eyes settle on you, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“How are my babies” Bucky smiled, laying in front of you and pulling your shirt up over your swollen belly, his two little angels fluttering inside.
“Kicking and causing a ruckus, just like you a Steve” You huffed, giggling when he laid his head on your tummy, kissing the area where he felt the little ones moving.
“Let mama sleep” He soothed, rubbing your skin, smiling when he felt the babies settle down. “Be good for mommy, she’s sleepy, carrying you both around all day, keeping you warm and cozy”
Bucky continued to coo and whisper to your belly, lulling you in and out of sleep, listening to his soothing voice. He had done the same thing when you first son Steve Grant Barnes Jr. was born, doting on you every second of the day. You had sworn you needed time to recuperate, exhausted from carrying his enhanced little one though both of you struggled to keep your hands to yourselves.
“You just had to get me pregnant with twins, didn’t you” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, gently stroking his hair while he continued to cuddle with your tummy. Bucky grinned, taking your hand and kissing your palm, the ring on your finger glinting softly under the glow of the table lamp.
“Not my fault, you were the one who had your hands down my pants when we got back from that mission. I didn’t hear you complain when I made you cum three times in a row” He wiggled his eyebrows while your face heated up, biting your lip, remembering the way he had taken you apart in the jet, the safe house and then your home, the both of you insatiable as always, “Aren’t you lucky your husband fucks you like I did, Mrs. Barnes”
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Family, not by blood but by choice instead | awfc x teen!reader
I previously posted on another account, however, I didn't realise a second blog wouldn't allow me to follow people, so I am reposting again on my new one.
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You should have known, there was tell-tail signs all throughout the last several years and yet you were so blind about it all.
Your mother was a narcissist, she was manipulative and gaslighted you your whole life, you were always made out to the bad guy and she was the victim.
It was clear as day to anyone on the outside, but your nieve self just chose to always believe different about things.
Looking back on the several years of your childhood, you had always thought you upbringing wasn't completely terrible. It was just the 2 of you, only your mum and you ever since you could remember. Your parents ended up splitting up when you were really little but ever since that day, you had always been made out to be the reason for their seperation.
You had always wonderd how it could be your fault. You was only 3 when he walked out, so how could it really be like that?
"You were always too much to handle. He couldn't cope," Your mum would say, all of them long nights when you would wrap your tiny arms around her and sob your little heart out to her.
"I'm here, you've got me. You've only ever got me," Her words were embedded in your head from the day that you'd decided to try and have an open conversation about the possibility of finding your dad. "Why go and find him? Haven't I been good enough. I'm the one that's looked after you all of these years and this is the thanks that I get in return?" It was always something that like, always a guiltrip and it was something that she knew would work well.
The harsh statement of the most recent conversation with the older woman left a bitter taste in your mouth and make you question every single thing in life.
"Aren't you happy for me? I made it, mum!" You exclaimed, you were happy enough to want to share the news with your mum but you found so dumbfound by her response which left you feeling shame and judgement for even wanting to tell her.
"Yes you have made it Y/N but you know, you only have me to thank for that now, don't you?" Your mum once again found a way to make it about herself, regardless of the situation; It was always and only ever about her. "I'm sure that you can find some way to thank me though. All of those years and the amount I have spent on football boots for you. You'd be nowhere if it wasn't for me and I think you owe me now, don't you?" she told you.
You remember feeling stunned by her words, there was a lot of emotions that you had felt building up inside as you were ultimately confused how she'd somehow managed to twist this to make it all about herself but of course she was quick enough to make an excuse to end the call when she grew bored of talking to you.
You should have knew better, every phone call always ended up being the same way and it always left you with a feeling of guilt for making a life for yourself and that phone call that night wasn't any different. You had just been so excited to spill the news, however that excitment soon faded and was replaced by confused feelings of upset and anger once you'd told her, you fought to hold in your tears during the initial phone call but you were on the verge of breaking by the time she had hung up.
That phone call was the one you told her about making it into the national team, you had only been a part of Arsenal womens' first team for under a year and it felt like a massive achievement to be selected to represent your country and immediately you couldn't wait to share the news with your mum - You thought that she'd be pleased for you but you couldn't be further away from the truth.
Ever since that phone call, you had tried your hardest to distance yourself from your mum but it hurt to do that. The women was the only blood related family member that you had, it had only ever been the 2 of you, together through thick and thin.
Flash forward to now, the current time where you are sitting on the sofa, you had returned home after a long training session and you couldn't help but think about it that conversation on a constant loop in your head.
"You were quiet tonight kidda," Leah perched on the arm of sofa as looked at you in concern. "I'm about to start cookin' tea. How's chicken dippers and smiley faces sound, eh?" she suggested.
"Mhm. Sure that sounds good to me," You mumbled as you kept your eyes focused on nothing but the telly.
The truth was that the conversation was constantly replaying in your head; The conversation, the bitterness and manipulation, every time you thought about it it then made you think of every other time that something like this happened.
Maybe your childhood wasn't as great as you really thought?
"Okay then... Is there anything that you want to talk about?" The blonde questioned, hoping for a bit more of an insight on your mood; Returning from her own rehab session, the entire car ride had been quiet compared to normal and the older woman couldn't help but feel something wasn't right.
"Nope," You stood firm in your reply, shaking your head as you kept your eyes glued on the TV screen; You couldn't really say that you payed much attention to whatever it was, the noise was pretty much a blur that was playing in the background.
"Are you sure?" Leah questioned, frowning worriedly as she took note of the tears welling up in your eyes. "Kidda, what's the matter? You look like you're gonna cry." she stated.
"I... I'm fine," You mumbled, fighting hard to keep the tears at bay until you could escape to your bedroom and allow yourself to be vulnerable and alone. You'd always felt complete shame to show any sort of vunterability in front of anyone, let alone the blonde footballer who'd virtually taken you under her wing ever since you joined during the transfer break of 2022.
You'd always been told that crying showed weakness and you refused to be seen as weak.
"Okay," Leah was quick to drop the subject when she realised you weren't going to open and talk about things. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it but just remember that I'm always here to listen. Anytime that you want too, alright?" she told you.
Unfortunately you were stubborn to not give in and blurt everything out in the open. You were just trying to wrap your head around the idea of things and see things for how they really were.
"Uh huh," You mumbled a response as you got up from the sofa and trudged in the direction of your bedroom.
Leah exhaled a sigh as she shook her head, herself heading into the kitchen to make a start on dinner. The woman knew better than to try and get you to talk if you didn't want too.
She'd always been around to witness the moments like this and the backlash of it. Of course the blonde knew this was all stemmed down to one person causing you to be like this and she hated that you were left upset every single time.
Every single time you and your mum fought, you'd always ended up quiet and in a bad mood, often resulting in lashing out at people around you as a coping mechanism.
None of the girls ever took it to heart, they were old enough to realise that none of your anger was directly aimed at them and there was bigger issues to be dealt with.
The Arsenal women all had their own opinions on the teens' mother but they would never voice them out loud to you. It wouldn't be fair on the youngest in the squad even after the countless times they had seen the girl upset by her own mums actions.
Ever since the teen had moved in, there had been several nights where Leah would be the one to comfort the girl and pick up the peices, waking up in the middle of the night to hear the teen's heartbroken sobs and feeling her own heart shatter every single time, wanting nothing more than take away any sort of pain the girl was experiencing.
It was heartbreaking for all of the team to witness and always sought out to comfort the teen no matter the situation. They knew that no matter they say, they couldn't stop her contacting her and she would be able to make her own decision soon enough when she turned 18 and until then they'd be the ones' to pick up the broken pieces when the mum let her daughter down.
They were your family, not by blood but by choice. You'd probably be lost without them sometimes.
"I... I should have realised sooner," You thought to yourself as you lay crumpled up on your bed that following night, it was almost near 4 in the morning and you were still wide awake with things racing through your head.
You couldn't help but think about things, how you should have noticed the tell-tail signs of her gaslighting you were old enough to properly realise, that was your first mistake.
Your second being that you believed her manipulation, she would always twist things to make her seem like the victim in all different situations - back when you were a child and even now as an adult.
How long it had taken you finally realise it after all of these years. Why hadn't you realised it sooner?
Without realising, you were sobbing aloud as you clutched on to your pillow tightly - the pent up anger was replaced by complete sadness and loss. You only ever wanted the approval of your mum about things and you fought so hard for it.
The phone call, the hopeful seal of approval... Every time it always seemed to be the same type of emotions when you spoke to your mum - It was a vicious cycle of emotional abuse, or so you'd been told from other people and you never wanted to believe it.
Only problem was that you'd not been able to see it yourself, even if it was clear as day. Even if regardless of a psychological therapist telling you this, you refused to believe them words. Nor your team mates, who had realised it the first time they had the chance to meet her and even then you wouldn't listen or hear them out.
It was your mum, your flesh and blood so how could she be like that? You had never been able to wrap your head around it.
The sound of sobs were what woke Leah up, she was quick to pad out of her bedroom and down the hall to where your bedroom was. "Kidda?" The women pushed the door open and her heart cracked to see you looking so distraught and vulnerable.
The blonde was quick to move to be right beside you, she was always the one to comfort you and she wouldn't ever stop doing that as long as you needed her.
"Hey, kidda. Come here," The blonde scooped you up in her arms and rocked you all while she ran her slender fingers through your messy bedhead. "You're okay. I'm here," she reassured you.
Leah was always patient enough to wait for you to calm down before she gave you the chance to speak, she wouldn't ever push you to talk if you didn't want too.
"L... Le," You cried aloud as you clutched onto her. You breath became shaky as sobs wracked your body.
"I'm here, it's okay," Leah spoke calmly, continuing to try and comfort you the best way she knew but she already knew it was going to be a long night ahead of them - An emotional night that would leave you drained tomorrow.
A vicious cycle of on a loop.
"Ready to tell me what's going on inside that head of yours, huh?" The blonde tried to carefully ask.
There was another brief pause of silence, nothing but the quiet sobs coming from you as the blonde continued to comfort you and reassure you that she was here and not leaving you.
To Leah's surprise, you did open up this time around, even if you didn't mean too.
"I should have realised. I should have... I should have realised," You made the mistake to speak aloud rather than think it like you thought you had.
"You should have realised what, kidda?" Leah questioned, confused about what you meant.
You snap your head in the blondes' direction as you bit your bottom lip, debating whether to be open with your thoughts that you tried so hard to keep buried inside.
"About my mum... I should have realised," You repeated your words as you fought the tears from spilling. "She's so... She's so-- Why does everything I tell her, why does it always get turned back around so it's about her?" That was it. You blurted out your own feelings - There was no hiding how you felt anymore.
Leah smiled sympathetically and moved onto the sofa to sit closer to you, wrapping her free arm around your shoulder to comfort you, "I... I don't know kidda," she spoke honestly.
"So many people, so many people have told me-- They've warned me about her but I have... I never wanted to listen," You confessed, the tears openly rolled down your cheeks and you probably looked a right blubbering mess but you couldn't stop your emotions pouring out. "And now... Now I finally realise how it's always been. Why is she like that, Le?" You asked.
"I can't say I know the answer to that one kidda, I wish I knew," Leah replied, exhaling a sigh as she couldn't fathem herself how a mother could be like that with her own child, she felt so much for the girl and always wished she could make the situation better for her. "Listen, I know it's hard but you've got us. All of us girls here at Arsenal and you're so loved by all of us." she told you.
"I... I just want her to love me, and she just... she doesn't even care about my feelings!" You stated, roughly wiping at your tear stained cheeks angrily to the point that you made them red. "Why does she always throw everything back in my face? Everything that I have ever done, she's always made it about her... Always!" you cried.
"I know, I know it hurts... I know it does," You kept your head buried in the blondes' chest as you hiccuped from the sudden breakdown in the middle of the night. "And I am sorry that you have to go through this. It's not fair on you kidda." Leah added, biting her bottom lip.
All of emotion had led you feeling exhausted in the end, you fought it hard to keep your eyes open as you lay slumped against the blonde woman.
"Come on let's get you back into bed, yeah? I mean you're almost falling asleep on me here, kidda," Leah joked with you, hoping for you to even crack a small smile as she gently moved you back to your bed and tucked you in under the duvet. "I'm so sorry you have had to deal with the kidda but you know you have a family here with us. We may not be blood but we really love you kidda." You heard the faint words spoken to you as you felt your eye lids close, completely warn out.
Sure, the Arsenal women weren't family by blood but instead they were family by choice and that was more important. They were there for you whenever you needed them and you knew you felt safe with them around. You truly felt happy with your chosen family.
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A Lesson in Love - Bob
Pairing: Bob / Female!Reader (Referred to as Ms. T)
Word Count: 1.8k
This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only
Warnings: Bob Being Adorable; Valentine's Day Shenanigans; Bob Deals with a Lot of Meddlers; Bob Has a Niece Named Phoebe; Reader is Female, but No Physical Description, Reader Referred to as "Ms. T" (The "T" stands for Teacher because I'm so Creative), No Use of Y/N
Summary: Bob has no plans for Valentine's Day. So, he gets set up to meet his niece's very cute teacher instead.
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Bob didn’t really have any specific thoughts on Valentine’s Day. If he had a partner, he would do something special, of course, but he wasn’t bothered by the fact that he spent the last four Valentine’s Days in a row single. He was deployed for three of them and he didn’t have anything planned this Valentine’s Day.
Quietly, he was honestly happy with it. Everyone seemed to put so much stress over a random weekday and he was content to avoid the chaos. But there were several people in his life who were not.
And he was almost completely sure that his mom and Phoenix were scheming behind his back.
“You still don’t have any plans tonight?” Phoenix asked Bob, who shook his head.
“No. I was just going to do some more paperwork and probably call it an early night. Maybe I’ll watch that new documentary that Penny recommended.”
“Please tell me that something in there is a code word,” Fanboy stated, causing Bob to roll his eyes. “Come on, Bob, just let one of us set you up on a blind date.”
“I have a list,” Phoenix offered, but Bob shook his head.
“A first date on Valentine’s Day? That’s a great idea! How could that possibly go wrong?” he returned sarcastically, causing Phoenix and Fanboy to share a look.
But before anyone could speak again, Bob’s phone started to buzz. Fishing it out of his pocket, Bob saw his mom’s contact pop up and excused himself from the table. He answered the call as he walked out of the mess.
“Hey, Ma, what do you need?”
“Why do you just assume that I’m calling because I need something, Robert? A mother can’t just check up on her son?” Bob waited for a moment before his mom added, “Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?”
“Goodbye, Ma.”
“I only ask because I completely forgot that Phoebe’s parent-teacher conference is tonight and your father and I already made plans. I was going to have our neighbor, Ms. Abel, watch her for a few hours, but obviously she can’t attend the parent-teacher conference for us.”
“What time is her parent-teacher conference?”
“Seven.”
“I’ll just watch Phoebe tonight. That's fine, Ma. I’ll pick her up from your house after work.”
“Thank you, sweetheart! And maybe you’ll meet someone there—”
“—Oh, sorry, Ma, there’s an alarm going off, I have to go. Bye.”
“Robert Martin Floyd—”
Bob hung up the phone and sighed to himself before heading back inside the mess. What was it about Valentine’s Day that made everyone lose their minds?
“Who was that?” Phoenix asked as Bob sat back down.
“My ma. She asked me to take my niece to her parent-teacher conference for her.”
“That’s better than paperwork,” Fanboy conceded.
“Is her teacher cute?” Phoenix questioned.
“Do you hear that alarm going off?” Bob suggested, causing Phoenix to roll her eyes.
~~~~~
“Alright, you lead the way,” Bob stated, setting his niece on the ground from the car. “You’re the pilot here, Bee.”
“Come on, Uncle Bob,” Phoebe called, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her. “We’re going to be late!”
“Bee, we’re ten minutes early.”
But Bob still let his niece practically drag him through the halls of her elementary school. Phoebe marched him down the ‘First Grade’ wing and stopped in front of a purple door. But Bob held her back from going inside.
“There’s people in there. Just sit and wait for a little bit. We’re early.”
Bob sat Phoebe down in one of the short chairs meant for children and sat in the similarly short chair beside her. And with his long legs, he looked rather comedic sitting there. Phoebe talked his ear off about all of the art that was hung up and Bob complimented her paintings.
The sound of the door opening caused Bob to turn his head. A couple stepped out of the classroom, followed by Phoebe’s teacher, who was dressed in a soft pink dress with paper hearts that were clearly cut out by her students taped to it. She bid the couple goodbye before turning to Bob and Phoebe, who jumped up from her seat when she realized that it was her turn.
“Hi, Ms. T!”
“Hi, Phoebe,” Ms. T greeted the little girl kindly before turning to Bob.
The wizzo in question awkwardly got to his feet from the child-sized chair under Ms. T’s gaze and tried to subtly smooth his shirt down. Phoebe’s teacher was cute, though he wouldn’t mention that to Phoenix or his mom. She radiated kindness but had that distinct look in her eye that she could quickly knock anyone down a few pegs.
Bob could quickly tell why Phoebe liked her so much.
“And who did you bring with you?” Ms. T asked Phoebe.
“This is my Uncle Bob,” Phoebe stated, pulling Bob forward.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Bob returned, holding out his hand for Ms. T to shake. “My parents couldn’t make it, so I’m standing in for them. I’m Phoebe’s uncle.”
“I already said that,” Phoebe reminded Bob.
“Oh, of course. I’ve seen your names on some of her forms. Please, come in.”
Bob took his seat at the front of the room and was relieved that he wouldn’t have to look ridiculous sitting in a child-sized seat again. Phoebe sat in the hallway, coloring and playing with toys, while Bob and Ms. T discussed her progress.
Ms. T showed Bob a standardized worksheet that listed basic skills with comments about how Ms. T thought that Phoebe was doing. Bob listened to her comments on Phoebe’s performance intently and was relieved to find out that they were pretty much all positive.
“The only area that I think that Phoebe can improve on is her confidence,” Ms. T stated, causing Bob to nod. “She’s smart and a very thoughtful little girl. And if I thought she knew that I wouldn’t say anything, but I don’t think she does. There’s nothing wrong with being quiet or shy, but I don’t want her to ever get discouraged or down on herself.”
“Shyness runs in our family,” Bob stated, causing Ms. T to smile softly. “My dad’s side. So, this isn’t a shock.”
“How is Phoebe at home?”
“She won’t stop talking or bossing me around, but I understand that school with kids her own age is a different environment from that.”
“Yes, it is. She’s very outgoing if it’s one on one or if she’s with her friends, but she just needs a little more support in public situations.”
“I could try and come to more of her school events. I’ll talk to my Captain about moving some things in my schedule,” Bob suggested, causing Phoebe’s teacher to nod. “Not that my mom isn’t here to support Phoebe, but I don’t think that she knows the meaning of the word ‘shy.’”
“I can understand that,” Ms. T mused, chuckling softly. “Well, I can give you a list of some class events that we have between now and the end of the year.”
She got up from her table and walked to the back of the room to grab a piece of paper. Scribbling something on it quickly, she walked back over and handed the paper to Bob, whose eyes immediately dropped to the number that she had written down.
“I’m assuming that your mom already has it, but that’s the number to my school phone. And my email too. And here is the kids’ schedule,” she continued, pulling out another piece of paper and handing it over to Bob. “You can feel free to call me during any of the breaks that you see where they’re in specials or lunch.”
“Thank you,” Bob replied, smiling kindly in return. “I’ll let you know what events I can make.”
They walked out to the hallway and Phoebe quickly popped up from her table and came trotting over. Staring up at her Uncle Bob with that distinct begging look that Bob always ended up cracking for, Phoebe glanced between Bob and her teacher.
“Ice cream?”
“Yeah, I think we can get ice cream,” Bob agreed, kneeling down to Phoebe’s height. “But if grandma asks?”
“We got brussel sprouts.”
“That’s right.”
Phoebe smiled and bounced in place, eager to go. She bid goodbye to Ms. T, promising to see her tomorrow, before grabbing Bob’s hand and urging him away.
“It was nice meeting you,” Bob called back to Ms. T, who laughed and waved goodbye to them.
“I hope to see you again,” she returned before Phoebe tugged Bob around the corner.
~~~~~
Four Months Later . . .
“Phoebe Floyd,” Ms. T called out.
The crowd of family members—and several supportive naval aviators—cheered as Phoebe jogged across the stage. Ms. T gave her a little badge to signify that she was now a second grader before gently nudging her to join her other classmates.
And once they went through the rest of the kids, the day wrapped up. Bob picked up Phoebe and spun her around until his mom urged him to put her down so that they could take family pictures. After a few, Phoebe tugged on Bob’s hand until he bent down to her level. Phoebe leaned over and cupped her hands around his ear.
“Ms. T needs help carrying stuff back to the classroom.”
“Yeah?” Bob asked, causing Phoebe to nod quickly before leaning in again.
“Can I be the flower girl?” Phoebe added, earning a choked sound from her uncle.
Ms. T was in the middle of gathering the decorations when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she smiled softly when she saw Bob jogging over to her.
“Need any help?”
“I won’t turn it down.”
“So, are you excited for summer vacation?” Bob asked Ms. T, who nodded in return. “Do you have any plans?”
“I was hoping that some cute naval aviator with these big dorky glasses and these big blue eyes was going to ask me on a date,” Ms. T stated, causing Bob to flush with embarrassment. “But I don’t know if that will ever happen.”
“Well, maybe he was waiting for you to no longer be his niece’s teacher before asking you out,” Bob replied, taking the box from her hands. “Which reminds me, do you have any plans for Friday night?”
“I do now,” Ms. T replied with a wide smile.
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Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino
Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o
── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes
୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception
୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k
"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."
"I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."
IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️
to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you
I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons
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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.
If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.
To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.
It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.
But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.
You are very real, there's no doubt about that.
The things you do never click with her, however.
Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.
Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.
"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.
Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.
She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.
But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.
Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.
However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.
So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?
What else is there to see?
The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.
For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?
Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.
But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?
"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.
You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"
She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.
"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?"
She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.
"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."
"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."
Is that the right way to phrase it?
Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."
"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."
"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts.
You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.
You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.
She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."
"I don't."
"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for."
Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.
"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.
There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.
"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."
Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.
You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.
Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?"
It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.
"I do."
You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.
"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.
"Can we keep talking?" you ask.
"About anything," she confirms with a nod.
You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.
"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."
"Anything for you, my love."
#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — fluff.#arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader
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What happened in the first family counseling session of the brothers (it contains a spoiler from Trolls 3 since it is based on the movie, so be warned)
Edit: Originates from the meme I made to this topic. Enjoy :)
Therapist: So, at the beginning I always like to begin with the question: why are you here?
The brothers are sitting on a couch in a nicely dimmed room which has green paint on the walls. The therapist sits across them in his armchair, between him and them a coffee table with a vase of fresh flowers, a cup full of pencils, a neat stack of papers and - what immediately catches Clay's eyes - a burning scented candle. (The order in which the brothers sit on the couch from left to right: Branch, Clay, Spruce, Floyd, John)
All: ...
John: Honestly, I think there is no reason for why we are here.
Bruce: And I think, that you are probably one of the main reasons why we are here. And you probably need it the most.
John: I'm sorry, but I think the real reason we are here is because our little brother's lady forced him to do it.
Branch: WHAT? *he whipped his head around* She didn't force me to do it, she recommended it to me and I took her advice because you know what? I actually CARE about our family and I think we could do a lot better.
John: Do you want to say that I don't care about this family?
Floyd: Guys, guys, please, calm down.
Branch: Geez, John, I don't know, did not really get the vibes when you said we would go our separate ways after we saved Floyd.
John: Are you still bent down on this? Look, I'm sorry that I said that but things are different now, right? We are together now, so why are still hung up on the past?
Branch: Just because something is in the past doesn't mean it doesn't have any effect on me anymore. And besides, it has been, what, two weeks ago? I wouldn't call it the past yet.
John: Potato, tomato. See, this is your problem: you take things way out of proportions and let your emotions control you.
Bruce: Well, at least he shows his emotions and talks about them, in contrast to someone else.
John: Excuse me?
Bruce: You heard me.
Clay, interrupting their talk since he also was not listening to them, asks the therapist: Is the candle not a fire hazard? Is this even allowed in such an establishment?
Floyd: Guys, please, calm down. We haven't even properly started and we are already fighting with each other. Let's all breathe for just a moment and then resume to talk.
...Silence for a few moments ...
Therapist:....So I see, there is a lot of pent up aggression going on he-
John: NOPE, no! You know what? It has been fun and all but I honestly don't want to be here anymore. So, I'll be taking my leave.
Floyd: John, plea-
John: Floyd, I'm sorry, but I really can't do it. I already know how this whole thing is going to go, therefore, why should I even stick around?
Bruce: Wait, what do you mean by tha-
Branch: Oh, because you know everything, don't you?
John slowly getting irritated with this situation, suddenly stands up and says: Listen he- *THUMP* *CRASH*
But he is interrupted by the sound of the coffee table falling to the ground. He stood up too fast and took the coffee table in his momentum with him, which made it rock back and forth, till it finally hit the ground facing the brothers. But with the coffee table, also the vase and the scented candle came to the ground. The vase bursts into many splinters which fly into the air in various directions. One splinter shoots into John's foot.
At the sight of the first drop of blood coming from his foot, John says: Oh my god, hahaha, look at that..
And passes out.
Floyd: OH MY GOD, JOHN, ARE YOU OK?
Bruce: Ohhhhhh, I remember now. He was always afraid of blood, ever since he was a kid. Did not think, it still bothered him.
Floyd: Didn't he live in the wilderness for 20 years? How did he survive?
Branch: oh my god, OH MY GOD!
Branch rolled off screaming from the couch.
While Bruce and Floyd were busy with John, the scented candle rolled it's way to the couch and ignited it.
Clay: AHA, I KNEW IT. *Clay laughs* I knew it would be a fire hazard. You have some explaining to do, mister. *he pointed his finger at the therapist, smiling*
His smile drops.
Clay:...Oh shit.
Branch: HOW DO WE PUT OUT THE FIRE? WHAT IS EVEN HERE TO PUT OUT A FIRE? *running around frantic, looking for something that would help against the fire*
Floyd: Ok, so we have an unconscious body and a fire going on. Just, d-don't FREAK out, Bruce, and stay calm!
Bruce:...I am calm.
Floyd: I SAID STAY CALM!
Clay:...Is not the first step to dealing with building fires 'Inform people in the immediate area to evacuate'? Well, *turns to the therapist* I think you should be the one to leave and warn people, AND also call 911, as we have a *stares at the unconscious John, the anxious Floyd, the confused Bruce and the frantic Branch running around* situation going on.
The therapist, staring at this whole situation in horror:...I honestly don't get paid enough for this. *flees the scene*
#trolls band together#dreamworks trolls#trolls 3#trolls#trolls branch#trolls john#trolls floyd#trolls clay#trolls bruce#brozone
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gorgeous (8) — so furious.
— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau
( by yawneneteyam )
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— gorgeous, so furious !
neteyam felt relieved as soon as he saw y/n. she seemed happier, less up-tight than she was the last time he saw her. he decided to ignore what kiri and lo'ak had been saying about her making him jealous, chalked it up to her having a bad day.
y/n sat closer to neteyam than she usually would, their chairs almost touching as they finished their assignment together.
"are you gonna miss me when we don't have to work together anymore?" neteyam asked her with a smirk on his lips.
"you wish," y/n scoffed.
"I'd like to think you'll miss me," he smiled, "I'll miss you,"
y/n had to stop herself from swooning then are there. there was something endearing about neteyam not knowing the effect he had on y/n. she thought it made him that much more attractive.
they sat together for way longer than they needed to. neither of them wanted to leave, creating excuses to stay with each other for longer. neteyam began to notice small things about y/n the more he saw her. the way she had a laugh when she was comfortable, one for when she wasn't. he felt almost honoured that she felt comfortable around him.
"oh shit," neteyam picked up his phone, a photo of his younger sister lit up his screen. "tuk is calling, do you mind?"
"answer the phone stupid," she laughed.
neteyam chuckled before answering the phone. y/n could hear tuk's voice through the phone.
"teyam!" she exclaimed.
"hey tuk, what's up?" he smiled as he spoke.
"will you be home tonight? I want to get ice cream with you"
"yes, I'll be home- not sure when, but we can get ice cream" he nodded. y/n's face lit up watching neteyam talk to his littlest sister. she knew he was a good brother, but he was so sweet with her. "I have a question for you,"
"yeah?"
"what are you doing on your phone at school when you're supposed to be grounded?" he smirked, putting his head down.
neteyam was met with silence and three quick beeps on the other line. tuk had hung up on him. he and y/n burst out in laughter. they weren't spared from dirty looks across the library.
"she is actually such a troublemaker," he shook his head.
"she sounds so cute," y/n chuckled.
"yeah, but she knows it!" he exclaimed, still whispering, "it's not a good combination"
"I can imagine,"
they forgot their work for a little while, talked about their families. y/n could tell that they were neteyam's greatest joy. he loved them so much. they eventually got back onto the topic of their work, but only for a few minutes before neteyam's phone rang again.
he flipped it over to look at who was calling before letting out a sigh.
it was a'korai.
"did you want to get that?" y/n asked, holding her breath, "I dont mind,"
"not really to be honest," neteyam laughed awkwardly, "shes been texting me all day,"
"oh really?" y/n didn't mean to sound too excited, but the sound of neteyam's distain at her calling and messaging him made her happy.
"yeah," he stretched his arms behind his head, the bottom of his t-shirt riding up- y/n tried to not let her gaze linger on his v-line, "one of the other guys in our class gave her my number and she's been messaging me all the time" he explained. "it's not that she's not nice, she is!" he jumbled, not wanting to sound like too much of a dick, "but.. I don't know, we're not really friends? so I'm not sure why she's texting me all the time and now she's calling me? like I don't know what I'll say to her, what are we even going to talk about?"
y/n started to laugh at neteyam. kiri was right, he was oblivious. "neteyam, did you ever think that she might have a little crush on you?"
it was like she was watching the cogs in his head turn, or watching a computer reboot. "no," he shook his head finally, "no way,"
"oh yeah," y/n laughed, nodding her head, "she likes you,"
"you think?" it was like he was shocked that a girl could possibly have feelings for him.
he was so stupidly gorgeous in this moment, y/n really was down bad. "definitely," she nodded.
"well.. I don't really like her like that," he shrugged.
"that's fine, you dont' have to"
"I should probably keep my distance then, yeah? don't wanna make her think anything of it," he asked.
the thought of saying 'yes, keep your distance' flashed across y/n's mind. sabotage, that's you're neteyam. as much as she wanted to, she knew that she couldn't. y/n wanted him to be happy. "I mean, do whatever feels right.. you know?" she shrugged.
he stared at y/n for a little while before speaking. it made her heart race. "thanks," he smiled.
"you're welcome?"
"come on," neteyam closed the lid of his laptop and began to pack away his things. y/n looked up at him in confusion.
"come on to where?" she asked with a soft laugh.
"we'll you're not gonna have lunch unless I make you, so we're going to get lunch" he shoved his car keys in his pocket. "let's go," he gestured to the door with his head.
"but-"
"nope! let's go," he cut her off, not letting her object.
y/n sighed before closing her laptop lid, "fine,"
"don't 'fine' me, young lady" neteyam began to pack away y/n's things for her, "now move it,"
— gorgeous, so furious !
new chapter! no angst between neteyam and y/n, this is a soft fic I promise. I also cannot handle writing angst, I am a fluff girl first! I hope you're all loving the story, the amount of people reading it is crazy to me- so thank you <3
#•°. * gorgeous smau#neteyam x reader#neteyam sully#neteyam x y/n#neteyam headcanons#avatar fanfiction#netyam smut#*࿐ neteyam#avatar x reader#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#avatar 2022
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heyy could i maybe request a oneshot where sub five gets marked up by the reader like hickeys and bite marks all over his throught and collarbone as well as his lower torso😻 and as the reader progresses he whimpers and is whiny the whole time and at the end he looks himself in the mirror and hes just so inlove with it? 😩
sorry if its a bit messy😭 have a great night/day :))
Great prompt. Hope you enjoy :). I promise the next ask prompt I answer will be non smut.
Your Desperate Man | Five Hargreeves/ GN Reader 2.8k words, Rated E
There were no two ways about it: Five was hot.
If you were to set him beside Diego, you definitely wouldn’t notice Five first, but he would be the one you'd leave the conversation thinking about. All Diego’s leather-bound muscles may as well not exist beside Five’s acerbic tongue, quiet good looks and the firm self-assurance in his intelligent green eyes.
So you could hardly resent it when others noticed. Why would you hate someone for sharing your good taste? Whenever you noticed him turning heads, your first instinct was one of fellow-feeling. You almost wanted to say, ‘I know, right?!’ and share a high-five.
So, no, you didn’t get jealous easily.
…But that bitch was getting on your last nerve.
It started a few months ago. She was a friend of Sloane’s who hung around the Academy like a bad smell. Ever since she met him, she latched onto him like a tick and, as soon as she could feasibly describe him as her friend, she came to spend time with him as much as possible, looking for his insight on some problem or another.
She was a mathematician, meaning that she could follow most of his logic when he talked about his latest projects. She could flatter him by learning from him and coming back a few days later with an improvement to her own work.
If you were jealous of anything, you were jealous of that.
Despite how he might look, Five was not perfect: he had an ego, and Alex knew exactly how to stroke it. And that was fine, in your opinion- so long as his ego was the only thing he let her stroke.
She nodded along and acted impressed and asked all the right questions and subtly flattered him and laughed at his jokes and made absolutely any excuse she could to touch his arm or his knee; to hug him hello and goodbye and she did it ALL while you were right there.
Fuck her!
But you trusted Five. He could see right through her, of course, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the attention. He rebuffed her with a perfect mix of politeness and friendliness, but he’d still leave most of his conversations with her with a swagger in his walk and an ironic smile directed at you.
‘Old dog’s still got it,’ that smile said.
You trusted that he had it under control, and he did actually like her as a person for some unknown reason, so you contented yourself with telling him your concerns. He agreed that they weren’t unfounded and reassured you that her feelings were definitely not reciprocated.
So, when you walked past the door of his father’s study one afternoon when she was over, you weren’t intending to listen outside the door, but the snatch of conversation you heard as you passed made you stop dead.
“I had a dream about you last night.”
“Something about invariant theory, I bet.”
“No,” she said, coyly.
There was a moment of silence in which she was clearly trying to get him to enquire what it was about, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction.
“Right. So this stuff is child’s play,” he said, returning to the math as if she hadn’t spoken, “it’s pretty much Hilbert’s thirteenth, which I’m sure you’re familiar with. We’ve got to think about whether these functions can be written as a composite-”
“Don’t you want to know what happened in my dream?” she interrupted him.
There was a moment or two of silence before he replied.
“Not particularly. Now, would you like me to go on with the math or do you have somewhere to be?”
Satisfied, you continued on your path elsewhere.
Apparently, she did have somewhere to be, because she passed you on her way to the front door only a few minutes later. Five did not follow her to say goodbye.
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That evening, you entered the bedroom to find him preparing for sleep. Unusually for Five, he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats rather than pajamas. His towel-dried hair hung messily in his eyes. He smiled when he saw you, wrinkling his face momentarily into the lines he should by all rights have except for a certain time-travel accident.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” you said.
You closed the door and crossed to the comfortable reading chair, raising your legs onto the arm. Five, trying to neaten his hair in the mirror, spoke casually.
“I don’t think Alex will be coming over again.”
“How come?” you asked, wanting to hear the rest of what happened.
“Hmph,” he said, disinterestedly, “she came onto me and I told her to fuck off.”
“What happened,” you said, interested.
“She came on flirty, like she does, but this time she tried to kiss me.”
He inspected a patch of dry skin on his neck.
“What?” you ask, enraged.
“Don’t worry,” he said, placatingly, “she was told precisely where to go. It was pretty pathetic, actually,” he remarked.
“I think I heard some of it,” you admit, “she was talking about having a dream about you and you made it clear you weren’t interested.”
“Yup, that was right before,” he said, darkly.
“Bitch.” you grumbled, “I knew she’d try something.”
“Well, you were right,” Five continued, applying a layer of moisturizer to his face, “but she won’t be trying anything again.”
You watched his face in the mirror, absorbed in his pre-bedtime routine. He was a creature of habit, you discovered: a man of little quirks and rituals, particularly when it came to personal grooming. As it had been so long denied him, he reveled in the luxury of even the tiniest routines: trimming his nails weekly, shaving his face daily and looking after his hair and skin.
The more intimately you got to know him, the less cool and caustic he seemed. Underneath it all, there was just a sweet old-young man crying out to be loved and needed.
…And occasionally fucked.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t just a little bit tempted,” you smiled, standing up and approaching him from behind.
“Of course I wasn’t,” he said, mildly offended, “I’m yours.”
He said it casually, as if he hadn’t quite thought through what he was saying. He caught your eye in the mirror as you appeared over his shoulder. He smiled slightly sheepishly at the familiar gleam in your eye.
Your arms slithered around his waist. Beneath his shirt your hands traveled over the warm muscle and flat stomach. His skin felt like silk. As the very tips of your fingers breached the elastic of his waistband, your chin came to rest on his shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.
“What was that?”
A fine blush appeared in his cheek, like a delicate drop of watercolor.
“I said, I’m yours.”
Your lips played about his neck, your eyes holding his captive through the medium of the mirror.
He looked at you, expression open and anticipatory. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing attractively. You ghosted your lips further down, towards the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Mouth poised there, you spoke again, voice husky.
“Say it again.”
He shuddered with the knowledge of what was coming, and breathed:
“I’m yours.”
And you sucked a bruise onto his skin. Long, lingering and sudden. He let out a shaky breath as you did so, eyes drifting into a haze of pleasure. You pulled away and admired the mark, a port-wine stain spread on that delicate silk. His eyes were similarly engaged, looking at the new hickey in the mirror as if he’d never seen one before.
Taking the opportunity of his preoccupation, you looked at his face: the sweet, parted lips, the heavy brow and the jaw that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. By the time his eyes returned to yours, the look within them made the slow, crawling sensation below his waistband redouble.
“Do you want more?”
He nodded slowly, but as you moved to mark him again, he abruptly turned his head towards you so that your lips met his instead. It was as if he couldn’t resist anymore, like a man dying of thirst finding a clear mountain stream. Leaning backwards into you, he sighed into your mouth and let your tongue roam.
He was so sweet in this mood; uncharacteristically compliant. Every time it came upon him, you never failed to be enchanted by him. Everyone always looked to him for direction and authority and this was one way he could take a break from all the responsibility. You were more than happy to give him that, especially when it left him looking all undone and pretty like this.
When you broke away from him, your hands were playing beneath his shirt, fingers stroking up and down the soft line of hair disappearing into his sweats. He closed his eyes as you again pinged the elastic on his pants, but they shot open again as your teeth nipped at the flesh of his neck.
He whined as you bit and sucked, the mild pain only adding spice to the pleasure: the prickle of fired up nerve-endings and needful ache in the lowest part of his stomach. As you dug your teeth in fraction more, you compensated by cupping his crotch through his sweatpants and holding him where he was hard.
When you let the skin go and turned back to the mirror, his eyes didn’t even meet yours: he only had eyes for the deep red mark you’d made and the white, crescent-shaped teeth marks disappearing before his eyes.
“You like that, baby,” you murmured, comforting his aching package with firm, circular rubbing motions.
“Yes,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual.
“Do you want more? Wanna be covered in them?”
He nodded enthusiastically, like a shy child offered his favorite candy.
“Arms over your head then.”
He complied, letting you peel off his t-shirt and discard it over your shoulder. You hummed appreciatively at the range of flesh now on display: at the pale, unspoiled skin you were about to pepper with burst capillaries. You weren’t a violent person, but you couldn’t deny the little squirm of sadistic glee at the idea of him covered with your marks.
The hand not engaged with his groin flitted up his stomach to stimulate the close bud of one nipple, making him buck automatically into your hand. The small noise he made went straight to the center of your own arousal; he was just so fucking aborable like this, all needy and pathetic.
So you sucked at him again, hungrily, leaning over to mark his collarbone. This time, you couldn’t resist giving him more than a nip with your teeth, biting him enough to abruptly stop his little whimpers and cause him to suck in air over his teeth. Despite this, he still watched, transfixed, as you worked at him with his arousal aching in your hand.
You eased up, letting his skin go and kissing the deeper teeth marks, as if you might undo the pain with each kiss.
“Too much?” you asked.
“A little,” he whispered, eyes nevertheless devouring the sight of his third mark.
You gave a little pout in sympathy with his plight and kissed his cheek.
“Shall I go easy on you?”
“For a little while.” he replied, that sheepish, coy smile on his lips. You knew what it meant: wind me up tighter first.
You were more than happy to oblige.
He moved as if towards the bed as you stepped back from him, but your hands on his shoulders kept him in place.
“You stay there.” you said, “I want you to be able to see yourself.”
“Okay,” he whispered, facing the mirror again as you came to stand in front of him.
His whines were music to your ears as you attacked your next target, sucking complementary bruises onto each pectoral. Then, bending to allow him to admire the new hickies, you moved further south. You grazed and suckled again and again at his subtly toned abdominals, his flank, and at the softer flesh of his stomach. As you did so, your hands explored the body they had explored so well, yet could never tire of exploring. You rubbed at his chest, hips, ass and thighs.
Each time you withdrew, he surveyed himself hazily, reveling with slavish pleasure in the cumulative effect of your claim on him: your flags planted on his body. The thought ratcheted his arousal to a higher pitch, and he felt his knees tremble as his heartbeat became evident in his groin.
When you sucked at the v-shaped furrow running invitingly towards his pubis, his whimpers redoubled. One of his hands came to your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. His hips pulled forward, as if your face attracted them like a magnet. Wordlessly, he begged with more pathetic little sounds.
You ignored his little ‘suggestion’ and rose to your feet from the spot you’d been kneeling.
Thwarted, Five let out a frustrated, high moan. His left hand immediately disappeared beneath his waistband, attending to his own need in a move of desperation. It made you smirk to see it, so you allowed him a few moments to pleasure himself while you admired his face:
His hair, starting to dry, was beginning to stick up at odd angles while the rest clung to his brow. His forehead was held a tight pinch with the intensity of his arousal and his lips were curled around gritted teeth, bringing the slight hook in his nose into greater prominence. Still in front of the mirror, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Muscles jumped in the neck beneath his thrust-forward chin.
As gladly as you could have watched him beating himself off beneath those sweatpants, it would have to be something to file away for another day. Today was about reminding him (as if he needed reminding), who he belonged to.
So, with this in mind, you licked one of his nipples with a deliberate, preparatory tongue.
“Oh,” he said, speaking half in exhale, “f-feels good.”
You sucked the nipple hard into your mouth, continuing to swipe your tongue over the hard bead between your lips. He panted, and then jerked as you closed your teeth around him.
“Oh shit!”
Experimentally, you tightened your bite around him and the speed of his strokes increased. Clearly, this was doing something quite profound to him. He let out a squeak that made your own nipples harden.
All of time could be at the mercy of Five Hargreeves, if he so chose, yet you could make him mewl like a newborn kitten.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “bite me. Fucking bite me.”
He whined again as your tongue continued to stimulate him, as you sucked his areola into your mouth and clamped your teeth down, marking him again.
“Ah shit! Harder!”
But you didn’t want to hurt him, so you released his swollen nipple and took his wrist, stopping him touching himself. He huffed needily, but didn’t resist.
You came to stand behind him again, pulling his wrists gently behind his back and tugging on them so that his body was completely on display in the mirror. You kissed from his shoulder to his cheek, trying not to smile at his obvious discomfort; at the stretched fabric of the sweatpants around his perfectly-imprinted cock, sticking firmly out from his body.
“What do you see, Five?” you whispered, once more into his ear.
“Please,” he whimpered, shifting slightly.
“What do you see in the mirror?” you repeated, more firmly.
He considered in a feverish sort of way.
“A desperate man,” he said, trying to nuzzle beseechingly into you, but unable to turn his head with his arms held that way.
“Whose desperate man?”
“Yours,” he said tripping over himself to satisfy you, “I’m yours, okay?”
“Look at yourself,” you pushed.
He did, lust-clouded eyes eating up the sight.
Marks. All over him. Fuck.
Seeing himself this way made him shiver. He reveled in the feeling of safe powerlessness, here at your mercy. He was definitely yours. Yours to do with as you pleased: your bruises and bite marks all over him were proof. He knew at least one that would be visible above his shirt collar tomorrow, and the idea filled him with a whorish sense of satisfaction. His cock ached harder at the idea that everyone would know he was yours.
Your man.
Your devotee.
Your toy.
And he would submit willingly to whatever you chose to do next.
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being with steve but he’s still pining for nancy
wc: 1k words
(was very inspired by "opposite" by sabrina carpenter and "full machine" by gracie abrams for this one</3)
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
it was all a lie, but you were okay with that.
having him, even if it wasn’t really real, was better than not having him at all, you thought.
it was painfully obvious that you deserved better. better than late night calls practically begging you to come over but not one glance in the hallway. better than being the most tightly kept secret.
but it was hard to see how exactly wrong any of that was when you were so fucking lost in this steve harrington haze.
this haze that made you feel okay with accepting the lie you’d been continuously telling yourself— that he wasn’t still pining for her.
anyone with two eyes could see that he was still in love with her.
but, you were okay living with the lie that maybe, just maybe, he wanted only you instead.
however, of course, deep down you knew the real reason that he was with you most nights instead of her was because she didn’t want him.
“you can stay if you want.”
he always offered, but you knew he didn’t mean it, so you always said no. and you knew that you had said the right answer the first time he asked when you saw the look of relief wash over his face.
you knew that he liked you because you didn’t stay. because that meant that you knew that this wasn’t the type of arrangement where you would fall asleep in his arms. although you would’ve killed for that kind of post-sex intimacy with him.
you weren’t looking at him as you shook your head at those familiar insincere words in this moment. “no, i’m okay. i’ve got to get to school early in the morning for this project thing.”
you finished slipping your shirt over your head and shimmying back on your jeans before getting up to leave his room. he never walked you out. at this point, you were accustomed to letting yourself out of his house, and that never really minded you. although it did feel something close to a walk of shame.
you took a brief look at yourself in the mirror that hung above his dresser, noticing your disheveled hair and slightly wrinkled clothes. you were so different from her, and it wasn’t just your appearance right then that told you that.
i’ll never be her.
“what?”
you turned to steve, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his one-word question. “what?”
“you said you’ll never be her. never be who?”
you hadn’t realized that you said those words aloud and you felt your face warm harshly in embarrassment.
“i think the answer to that question is pretty obvious,” you found yourself saying instead of making up some excuse about how he must’ve misheard you.
“i don’t want you to be nancy.”
well, who do you want me to be? who do i need to be for you to love me as much as you love her?
you didn’t let either of those questions fall from your lips. even though you were dying to know the answers, you knew exactly how desperate and sad they would make you sound.
“okay,” you said instead and then headed toward his bedroom door. “bye.”
you closed it behind you just like you always did. not planning to see him again until tomorrow night, knowing that you’d probably be ignored when school rolled around.
however, moments before you opened the front door to leave, you heard steve’s footsteps pad down the stairs and you turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed.
“did i forget something?”
he was still only in his boxers but now a t-shirt was tossed on as well as he came close to you.
“no, it’s just, uh,” he kissed you instead of saying anything more, which startled you because he never did that outside of the context of sex. before you could even fully process the fact that his lips were on yours, feeling so foreign because of the set of circumstances this was all happening in, they were gone.
you looked up at him. “what was that for?”
he shrugged and his sudden shyness in this moment, when he was the one that just had kissed you, severely confused you. “just goodnight and get home safe.”
your head was still so dazed, mind completely jumbled, but you found yourself nodding at his words. “thanks.”
you simply looked at him for a few moments, searching his eyes for something, although you were unsure exactly what. but, it was way too hard to read his expression, and with a small shake of your head, you turned away to finally begin heading to your car.
“wait.”
once again, your eyes traveled back to him. “yeah?”
“also, um, i like you,” he told you. “that’s why i don’t want you to be nancy, or anyone else for that matter.”
hearing those words should’ve warmed your insides, finally made you realize that the lies you had been telling yourself actually weren’t lies at all. however, instead, they hurt you.
you shook your head at him and swallowed the lump that now sat heavy in your throat. “no, you don’t.”
he was about to say something else, but you continued before he could.
“you just like the fact that i pretend that you do actually like me. you like that i show up here pretty much every night to help you “forget” about her.”
it felt slightly like an out-of-body experience. you saying the words that needed to finally be said, words that you didn’t even know were buried deep inside of you and how true they were, until they were finally tumbling out.
steve winced at your words, being hit hard by the brutal honesty laced so deeply in them.
“i’m sorry.”
this thing you two had was broken now, and you knew it couldn’t be fixed. the unspoken truths were finally out and couldn’t be stuffed back into the box they came out of.
and maybe, at least for your sake, that was a good thing.
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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)
A/N: Hiii Im back from my mini break :) I wanted to write more, but I wanted the next chapter to begin a certain way so I’m making this one short hehe. Excuse any typos and grammatical errors. Miguel probs being ooc
(Y/N)- Your Name
Cursing, funny little hehe drama, Miguel being Jealous, ansty (?) (Like, If you squint)
Word count: 1k
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Chapter 9: Until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee.
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It’s been 3 weeks.
It’s been 3 weeks since you were in that practice room with Miguel O’Hara.
It’s been 3 weeks since you kissed Miguel O’Hara.
It’s been 3 weeks since you started to avoid Miguel O’Hara.
You didn’t do it on purpose, at least not at first. The day after the very overdue make out session, you told yourself that you would wait a day or two before you talked to him about it, in an attempt to get all your thought in order. Then, that day or two turned into three… then four, then a week, then 3… and at this point, it would be too awkward if you finally decided to face him. What were you even supposed to say after ignoring him for 3 weeks? “Hey Miguel, sorry I basically ghosted you after we made out, even though I said I’ll talk to you afterwards.” You’d rather die of embarrassment. So now you found yourself purposely avoiding him, and although your boy problems should be the last of your problems, they wouldn’t leave your mind.
As you came out of the bathroom, tossing your hairbrush onto your semi-messy bed, you let out a heavy sigh as you saw Kate finish fixing the whiteboard calendar that hung in your dorm room for the new month of October, on the third Friday, she had wrote “MIDTERMS,” in big red Expo marker, and on the following Friday she had written “REGIONALS” in the same way. The two words made your stomach twisted, and for once in the past three weeks, your mind was finally off the topic of the hockey player you had kissed.
“You know staring at the board won’t make those words go away.” Kate said, snapping you out of your thoughts as she capped the Expo marker, you let out lips curl down into a frown and your thumb’s fingernail started to tap repeatly on the surface on your ringer finger’s nail, a habit you've developed when you're nervous, because you knew she was right.
“Can’t you let me pretend at least?” You were joking of course, before making your way over to where you had your gym back half-hazardly thrown at the foot of your bed, zipping it open and checking of all your skating gear was in the bag.
“You’re overly stressed, what is it? Midterms, Regionals, or Miguel?” She asked with a head tilt, hey eyebrow going up with the question.
“All the above…” you mumbled under your breath as you finish rummaging through your bag before zipping it close and throwing it over you shoulder.
“You’ve got this.” Kate sent you a sympathetic smile, which you returned before leaving your shared dorm.
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You told yourself no skating on the weekends as an attempt to keep yourself from over stressing yourself, but here you were, in the middle of the rink on the first of October, on a Sunday. To be fair, you weren’t practicing, you were just going to practice some jumps and spins, holding to get your mind off everything that’s been transpiring in your messy life. It was honestly a miracle that when you arrived that the rink was empty. You were in the middle of going over your triple lutz, each time you came back down on the ice your landing was wobbly, that is if you landed it. Most of the time you couldn't land it at all, it’s a move you’ve been trying to perfect for months now. Hoping to have it down before coach Kavinsky could have choreographed the long program in hopes to get more points from the judges, but unfortunately you still had too much trouble with it. It would have been a risky move to put it in the program.
“You should probably take a break from that move before you end up black and blue.” The voice rang out through the empty rink, causing you to lose concentration and fumbling the move again.
“Fucking hell, Logan. You should know you can’t do that shit…” you groaned as you slowly gathered yourself to get your body off the ice after falling. Logan chuckled and shook his head, his hands going into his pockets as he walked towards the entrance of the rink, taking the guards off his skates.
“Sorry, sorry, you’re right…” He mumbled with a small smile as he helped you up, “I just wanted to check on you. I know you like to come here when you’re stressed.” He added in a more serious tone.
“Yeah I’m…” your words trail off, a heavy sigh leaving through your nose instead. Logan, already knowing your answer just gave you a sympathetic frown, rubbing your shoulder before pulling you into a hug.
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“She’s already told you that she’s not dating Logan-“
“I don’t care Peter.” Miguel growled, leaving the stadium, shoving past the front doors and angry stomped to his car in the parking lot. Peter followed behind him. While you and Logan were in the middle of your beautiful friendship moment of reassurance, neither of you noticed Miguel nor Peter making their way to the ice with their gear on and hockey sticks in hand. But upon seeing you embracing your skating partner, he quickly turned back around and made his way back into the locker room, changed back into his regular clothes, then (quietly) storming off and out of the building. “You expect me to believe that bullshit!? She’s all over him, like she wasn’t all over me 3 weeks ago!” He yelled as he throws open his back car door and angrily throws his bag and hockey stick into the back seat, Peter also putting his stuff in the back, but in a more calm manner.
“Miguel, that’s her skating partner. Not to mention her best friend.” Peter tries to reason with his friend as they both go into the car. “Obviously they’re gonna be close. If she was dating Logan, do you really think she would have let you kiss her? Let alone return the kiss?”
Miguel didn’t respond to Peter’s question, instead just letting out a small huff of air and a grunt. His hands gripping onto the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.
If you wanted to play that kind of game, then fine. He’ll play. He’s the best player on the team after all, this little cat and mouse will be easy for him.
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𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
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“Oh my! Neytiri.” You bowed, seeing the clan leader in your home. Her eyes were sad but she maintained her stotic and respectable posture. “Come back.” She said.
You tilted your head, playing dumb as to what she was referring to.
“Come back to Jake. He needs you.”
“Neytiri…I can't…i've defiled your marriage too-”
“Stop with the righteous act you've already fucked him!” She snapped. Her eyes softened, noticing your shocked face. “He can't sleep without you Y/n. He can't breathe, he can't…he can't… he can't lead the clan without you pulling the strings.”
Your stomach sunk, hearing how bad Jakes condition was. There was no way he loved you that much. Did he?
“I need to make peace with myself.” You turned your back on Neytiri.
“You're gonna make your peace at the expense of your lover's happiness?” Neytiri questioned. You turned around and began to speak but the na’vi hissed.
“Come back. Fix it.”
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You walked into the main room of Jake and Neytiris home. The house was clean but loveless, you could feel the dread that lingered for weeks in this home.
Neytiri led you to the room, where a hammock hung separate from the other. A large figure laid in one of them, back facing the world and breaths silent and short.
“I'll leave you two.” Neytiri excused herself.
You slowly approached, not wanting to trigger any emotion bombs. “Jake get up.” You said once you stood over him. He said nothing, but laid still. He was indeed listening, but this wasn't enough to get him up and out.
“I said get up dammit!” You pulled the hammock aside and watched as he turned around, looking at you with agitated and sunken eyes. “Don't act like you don't want me here.”
“I don't.”
“Bullshit.”
Jake laid silent.
“Fine.” You pivoted on your heels but were quickly grabbed by Jake. He had sat up and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I didn't mean it. I didn't. I'm sorry.”
You sighed and allowed his hands to embrace your waist and hold you tightly against him, scared of you walking out again.
“Why would you leave me?”
You sighed. “It was time for you to be a man. And in that world I am not apart of that.”
“I am no man without you!” He hissed.
“Don't say that.”
“I would renounce being Olo'eyktan for you. No clan. No wife. Just me and you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, soft and tender like he always did.
“Jake.” Your eyes began to water. “I told you this wasn't right. I told you that we needed to move on, but you just keep-” You let out a strangled cry, displaying your frustration to Jake. He always made these promises, knowing that he would never actually do so.
“I need you. Y/n. Now that I know how life is with you, I can't live one without you.”
You turned around and looked at him with watery eyes. Pathetic. He was pathetic, you were as well. His eyes were filled with hope, and you saw the glint of optimism that you would come back.
“We can continue to fuck up together. And eventually if you do fall out of love with me we can…make some sort of arrangement or plan. But for now let me enjoy you, allow me to be in your presence.”
You sighed deeply, slightly disappointed in yourself for folding so easily.
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Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 1
Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.
Jensen x You
Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift
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You
You sat the last box down in your living room with a grunt. You’d been lugging boxes into your new apartment all day, and you were exhausted. You let your tired body fall back onto the couch, sinking into the soft cushions.
You looked around the room filled with cardboard and the few pieces of furniture you had. You could feel the tears threatening to fill your eyes, and bit your lip to stop them. You pulled out your phone, tapping the name of the only person you could think to call at that moment.
“Hi, baby, how are you doing?” your mom answered on the second ring.
You sighed. “I’ve been better,” you replied, rubbing a hand down your face.
“This really is for the best, you know?” she said, and you could almost picture the sympathetic look she’d have on her face.
“Is it? Cause right now it feels just…horrible.”
“Yes, Y/N, it is. He changed, and you are not the only one who noticed.”
You sighed again. “Thanks, Momma. I better get unpacking. Love you.”
“Love you too, Bug. Pour yourself a glass of wine and just try to relax.”
You smiled as you hung up. Your mom truly was your best friend. You’d called her right after you broke up with Jensen and she’d talked you through it the best she could from nearly a thousand miles away.
After you’d moved to Austin to be with Jensen, you saw your mom a lot less than you’d liked. It was tempting to move back home after the breakup, but you had a job that you really loved, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave it.
You had friends nearby, too. The only problem was that Jensen was the one who introduced you to them, which made you feel a little uncomfortable. Gen had already reached out to you. She’d left a message wanting to get together to hang out. You hadn’t responded yet. You just weren’t sure if you could handle the inevitable conversation she’d want to have about the breakup.
You pulled out your corkscrew and a wine glass from your box labeled “kitchen” and opened the bottle of white wine you’d gotten on your quick grocery trip earlier in the day. As you took your first sip, you sat down again and let your mind wander to the beginnings of your relationship with Jensen.
Two Years Earlier - You
It had been by chance that you’d met the green-eyed actor at a coffee shop in your small town of Salida, Colorado. He’d been on his way home from a fan convention in Denver and had taken a wrong turn. He’d wanted to make the long drive alone to clear his head, and you’d learn later how stubborn he was about using the GPS on his phone.
He’d come into the coffee shop you frequented to get some caffeine and directions. You’d recognized him, of course, since you were a fan of Supernatural. You’d always kept up with the show, but you weren’t a big enough fan to have gone to the convention.
“Excuse me, miss,” you heard, looking up from your laptop in surprise. Though you’d noticed him enter the shop immediately, you’d never expected him to talk to you.
“I’m on my way back to Texas, and I think I’m a little lost. I don’t have any service on my phone, but I’m using the Wi-Fi here to look at Google Maps.”
You nodded, listening to his explanation while still wondering why he was talking to you of all people.
“Can you take a look and tell me if this is a good route back to I-25?” he asked, giving you a dazzling smile. You returned it, and took his phone.
“Sure,” you said, looking at the route his phone was going to take him. It looked fine, which only added to your confusion at the question he was asking you. Surely the app could tell Jensen what the fastest or easiest route was.
“That is a good option,” you said, handing him his phone back. “And when you go through Trinidad, there’s a great little barbecue place off Main Street you should check out. Awesome pulled pork and even better cheese fries.”
He nodded, his eyes surprised. “Thanks—“ he paused, stretching out his hand in an invitation to shake yours.
“Y/N,” you responded, placing your hand in his calloused one.
“Y/N,” he repeated. “I’m Jensen.”
“I know,” you said with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and stood there for another moment, as if deciding something.
“Would it be weird if I asked to buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked finally.
“Hmm, I have coffee,” you replied, glancing at the paper cup in front of you. He seemed to deflate a little, and you quickly continued. “But I would love a scone.”
He smiled again, giving you a wink as he headed to the counter. After he bought your scone and his own coffee, he returned to your table where he asked if he could join you.
You made small talk for a little bit. You told him you liked his show; he asked you about your life in Salida; you joked easily with each other. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had gone by.
“Well, I really should get going. I have a long drive ahead of me,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair.
“Yeah, good idea,” you responded. You had really enjoyed your talk with him, even if it was just a random moment in your life and you never saw him again.
“Do you think I could see you again?” he asked, looking a little nervous. It was very cute, especially since he was a famous actor.
“Might be a little tough, what with living a thousand miles apart,” you said with a smirk. You saw his shoulders sink a little. “How about I give you my number. If you ever want to talk, I’ll answer.”
“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “It’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.”
You smiled coyly and put your number in his phone. “It was great to meet you, Jensen. I hope we meet again.”
“Oh, I think we will, Y/N,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a smile as he backed away from the table and out the door.
I will never hear from him again, you thought as you watched him get into his car that was parked on the street. Little did you know, one day later he would prove you wrong.
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k. (pt.3)
k. (pt3.) - jihyo x idol! reader
synposis: pt 3. of k (finale)
genre: angst, fluff, reader being dumb but to be fair jihyo was too, awards show lowkey kinda awkward..., jyp lowkey sucks, pretend that twice attended mama in korea, swearing 1.2k words pt1. pt2.
longing.
a yearning desire. that is what you had felt when you saw that text popped up on your screen. but you never knew what you were longing for in mina text, maybe it was the desire to meet up with your former friends, maybe it was the desire of wanting to introduce miyeon to twice, or maybe just maybe it was her.
"hey!" you were hit to the floor by shuhua, "whatcha thinkin' so hard about?" the maknae questioned.
"I was just wondering if the group wanted to meet a part of twice since i'm already meeting up with some of them," you looked at the maknae on top of you as her eyes lit up.
"DIBS ON TELLING!" she yelled out as she ran back to the other side of the practice room practically shaking soyeon the group the news. you smiled over at the group, before returning your gaze back to your phone back to mina.
triangle goof: yea, sure that would be great. meet you at the vending machines like old times?
you turned your phone off, as you heard the choreographer open the door and yell, " LET'S GET READY FOR MAMA'S GIRLS!"
you got up with a thought that you hadn't rung in your mind in years 'god would this be the first time you've seen jihyo since all of that-'
A shout from across the room, "HEY, Y/N YOU COMING??" from a low-toned voice grounded back in reality.
"YEA, JUST GIVE ME A SEC-" you yelled back to the younger. you sighed as you grabbed your water bottle and made your way over towards the group.
(bit of a time skip here)
if you had to describe MAMA in one word it would be crazy. The amount of fellow k-pop stars you saw astounded you, you even got to reconnect with some former JYP trainees like chan(skz), changbin(skz), and chaeyoung (fromis_9). all of you having a mini-reunion backstage. but was interrupted as you turned around and felt someone burning holes in the back of your head. chan being the curious person decided to peek over your shoulder only to find jihyo stopping in the middle of the hallway looking at your group.
him being the nice person that he is decided to wave his senior over not knowing of the history between the two of you. jihyo had looked around making sure that in the deserted hallway, chan had meant her. locking eyes with you as she walked over, your heart had stopped.
but luckily for you, a call was coming in on your phone from soyeon which led to the best excuse to get out of this situation. as you picked up the phone you were met with a slightly annoyed soyeon, "y/n come back, they want us to be on stage in 4 minutes. you also still need to put on your mic," the smaller member huffed out.
"sorry, i'll be back in a minute. just gotta say goodbye, is that ok?" you told the leader.
"fine, one minute Y/N L/N," she said as she hung up.
you turned toward the group as they all look with you with looks of disappointment that the time was cut short ."sorry guys, i have to go perform but i'll catch up with you later," you said as you bowed to the group and bowed to jihyo running back to your dressing room to put on your pack.
your heart beating hard now hands a little bit sweaty from the running, and finally being away from your ex. as you entered your room you saw all of the members all looking pretty as always but a bit nervous. before being swarmed by a crowd of people trying to get you ready in 3 minutes.
until a knock on a door was heard. "G)-IDLE is on in 2 minutes" a voice came from outside as the door was opened. the guide looked at the group gathering all of your group up before being rushed to the stage.
you shook each other to try to kill each other nervousness a bit and did all of your pre-stage rituals of chanting your group's name. then you were all on. you could hear fans chanting the group's name as soojin walked out on the stage. it was on your all of your first performance on the big MAMA stage. you looked up at the shining light on your face and performed as the start of your part of the modified intro to HANN- played.
after the performance, your group shuffled off the stage, as you passed by the familiar faces of twice getting ready. your group marveled at their seniors as you tried to look the opposite way in fear of making eye contact with their leader, while shuhua was hitting your shoulder in shock.
when all of you had gotten to your room, your group went into full-once mode gossiping, admiring, and just gushing over the group shaking you asking you when they would finally meet the group. only to disappoint them by telling them they had to wait until the award show was over.
but a couple hours later, the entire (G)-IDLE group was worn out from the award show but extremely happy that they had won an award. you were in a comfy hoodie when you looked at your phone with a text from mina.
peguin minguin: meet you by the vending machine in 2 minutes?
triangle goof: be there in a minute
you smiled at the text, but also were terrified by the thought of being confronted by your former friends and ex. nonetheless, you were ready to go. "hey guys, are you still up to meeting twice," you questioned, as you looked across the couch toward the group that seemed tired up until a second ago.
as all of them cheered, when heading to the vending machine not being able to contain their happiness. all of them had stopped when they saw the group bowing to their seniors and twice bowed to them.
the tension was awkward between you and twice. your members could feel it as they huddle up around you to make you feel safer. but you stepped out of their circle twice, as you can see jeongyeon, and nayeon trying to hold back tears.
you opened your arms as your old friends ran into your arms.
"you are a fucking idiot, you know," jeongyeon whispered in your ears while hugging you.
"i agree," you said to the older, smiling to try to prevent the tears which threatened to come down your eyes.
"you know all of us would've understood right?" nayeon said softly as she hugged both you and jeongyeon.
"yea, i know," you said gently.
they both backed away from you. as you faced the biggest boss of them all, jihyo.
"hey," was the single word she had said to break both of your four-year silence. you see a single tear as she smiled from a small distance away rolled down the face you had loved.
"hi," was the simple response you gave as you smiled back.
a/n: omg i'm finished- bro. i actually had to cut some of it lmao, anyways bro why is hive rhythm so addicting (also room??? miss jihyo... its too good- pls) (do you guys want an eplilogue??)
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ALL MY GHOSTS (iii)
series masterlist
- summary: With Jenny now on board too, the four of you begin to investigate the strange-happenings occurring to you, behind Beau’s back. As things get weirder, you’re forced to finally tell your friends the truth of your past.
- word count: 2421
- warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of abortion, panic attack, dissociation.
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As it turns out, hiding an entire investigation was harder than you thought — which was honestly no shocker. Though Beau still remained blissfully ignorant to your endeavours, Jenny had, very quickly, caught onto the fact something was going on, when you excused yourself from work for the 10th time to pick up a phone call.
As you hung up, Jenny cornered you, arms crossed. You took a step back, surprised by her sudden appearance. But, before you could question her, she spoke, voice hard. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“What—?”
“You’re keeping something from me.“ Jenny interrupted, not letting you spit out some useless lie. Her brows raised. “Cassie knows. I know she does. I wanna help.” You knew that you couldn’t get away with not telling her — she was determined to figure out what you were hiding, and Jenny knew you far too well to believe any lie that fell from your lips.
So, you sighed, shoulders deflated, resigning yourself to spill it with Jenny. “You can’t…” your eyes trailed over her shoulder to Beau’s office. “You can’t tell him.”
Jenny didn’t have to turn around to know who you were referring to. “I won’t.” She assured you, speaking much more softly than she previously had been. “Now, what is it?”
“It’s just… like, strange things happening.”
“The flowers?” Your brows raised in confusion. Jenny nodded once, watching you carefully. “Beau told me. He said you were scared?”
“Yeah, well, I had a bad feeling.” You sighed, fiddling with your phone case. You hesitated before speaking again, wondering if you really wanted more people to know about this. Jenny’s sharp look made you start talking again. “It’s not just the flowers.” You mumbled. “My doorbell camera keeps telling me there’s movement outside my apartment, and— and I‘ve gotten, like, 15 mystery phone calls already today with no one talking.”
A best of silence fell over you, as Jenny considered your words. “That doesn’t sound like the ‘nothing’ you’ve been telling Beau about.” You hesitated to reply to Jenny. She frowned, now more concerned. “Why aren’t you telling him? He could help. The entire department could help — and will, if you just tell them.”
“No, Beau’s got too much to worry about already.” You immediately shot down that idea immediately. Jenny’s face flooded with disappointment. “He’s got that— that murder, and the drug cartel. And Carla and Emily to worry about.”
Jenny sighed. “Beau would help you in the drop of a hat.” You bit down on your tongue. You knew she was right. And that was the worst part about it; that Beau would do anything to protect you. “All of that? It’d mean fucking nothing to him if you were in any sort of danger. You’ve gotta tell him.”
“No. Cassie and Denise are handling it.”
She let out another sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. “Okay.” She relented with your idea begrudgingly. “Let me help, too, then.” You opened your mouth to argue. “Or I’ll tell Beau.”
You immediately groaned, rubbing your forehead. “Fine.” You agreed, sighing heavily. “Just… don’t tell him.” You sent her a pleading look, and then walked away, brushing past her as you returned to Beau’s office, where he was going over a file with Pop. Jenny was right on your heel, the pair of you entering his office together.
With a glance up at you, Beau grinned. “There you two are. Was wonderin’ where y’all wandered off to.” He chucked down a file on the table in your direction. “Need you two on this case. That okay?”
Shrugging, you reached over to grab the case file. Flipping it one, your hands stiffened.
Why did Beau always stick you with domestic abuse cases?
You bit your tongue, hard enough for it to sting and burn. Your eyes jumped up to Jenny, who had been closely watching your reaction. Sighing, your attention returned to Beau. “Yeah.” You agreed, hiding your reluctance pretty well. “We’ve got it, boss.”
He patted his desk and beamed. “Thanks, ladies. Pop ‘n’ I are dealin’ with that burglary on 5th. You wan’ a ride?”
“Nah.” You shook your head. “We’ll take my car. I need gas, anyway.” You slapped the file on Jenny’s arm shoulder, indicating for her to get going. With one last smile in Beau’s direction, you left with Jenny, fiddling with the corner of the file as you went.
“You okay?”
You nodded at Jenny. “All good.” You strode out of the police station with your heart hammering in your chest.
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Like you’d expected, the domestic abuse case had left you shaken up. Jenny had pulled you out of the case halfway through, when she’d noticed your pale and terrified expression, sending you back to the station and calling in extra units to cover for you.
10 years ago, you’d been a normal girl. Then came Jack. And your entire life had been altered. He’d ripped apart any remaining innocence you’d had left in you.
He’d taken everything from you.
He’d taken things from you you couldn’t even predict.
And the blood on your hands made your body ache.
You sat at your desk, toying with a pen, staring blankly down at the paperwork on your desk. The words seemed to blur together, turning into a dark blob in your vision.
Your pen tapped incessantly onto the wood of the desk.
And then a hand snatched it from you. “Stop that.” Beau held your pen away from you, eyes narrowed as he stared down at you. “What’s up wit’ you? Jenny said you freaked on the case. You’re meant t’be helpin’ her.”
“Sorry.” You ran a hand down your face with a heavy sigh. “Rough day.”
He stared for a moment, then nodded. “Mmm, I get’ya.” Beau dropped your pen back onto the desk. He pushed his hand through his hair, flashing you a reassuring smile. “You good? You ain’t hidin’ nothin’ from me?”
Your head tilted, and you smiled at him. “I’m good.” Came your instinctive reply.
“Mm, okay.” He nodded, clearly not believing you. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment. “Need a ride?” He held up his car keys, brows raised as he jangled them.
You hummed, considering it, flipped your file closed. “Sure.” You agreed, tucking the file into your draw and locking it.
Beau lit up with your acceptance. He grabbed your jacket and hung it over his arm, making you smile fondly. “You get anythin’ on that murder case yet?”
“Not really.” You got to your feet, following Beau away from your desk. “I was thinking, through, you should check out the new girlfriend of the ex boyfriend.” He looked at you questioningly. You smiled sheepishly, raising your shoulders into a shrug. “Just a suggestion. She might’ve been jealous of her guy’s ex girl. The cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head; doesn’t take much strength.”
He pressed his lips together and nod. “Huh.” He muttered, thinking it over. “Yeah. I’ll check that out.” He held open the door of the station, grinning at you as you exited.
“That’s all I got, though.”
He chuckled. “It’s more than I got. Good work.” Patting your shoulder, he led you over to his truck, yanking open the passenger seat. Once he’d ensured you were in safely, he shut the door, rounding the truck to get into the drivers seat. “Home?”
“No, no, Cassie and Denise.” You plopped your bag down by your feet. “I have some stuff to talk to them about.”
Starting his truck, Beau glanced at you. There was suspicion in his eyes. After a few beats, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He agreed playfully, making you laugh softly. He pulled out of the parking lot, his hand on the gear stick drawing your attention far too much. “So, you wan’ talk ‘bout what made you freak on the case today?”
You shifted in your chair, crossing your arms defensively. “Not really.”
Beau cracked a smile, amused at your attitude. “Y’should know by now I ain’t taking that answer.” He glanced at you for a moment, sighing deeply. “Talk to me, honey. What’s going on wit’ you, huh?”
“Nothing, Beau.” You attempted to lie to him again.
Unimpressed, he pressed his lips together. “You’ve always been a shit liar.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Listen, if ya don’t wanna tell me, I get it. I ain’t gon’ push.” He reassured you, voice now far gentler. “But I’m gettin’ worried now. This ain’t the first time you’ve shut down on a case.”
You closed your eyes and gathered yourself. Beau had always been good at not pushing your boundaries, which was something you’d always greatly appreciated.
But it was times like these you wished he’d push a bit harder. You wanted to tell him — Beau was the one person you wanted to tell about your past. You wanted to spill every detail, and have him hold you to his chest as he comforted you. You just couldn’t find the words in your mouth.
“I’m okay.” You said instead, trying to sound reassuring. “Just having a rough time lately.” You tapped your fingers on his arm in an attempt to convince him.
It didn’t work — of course it fucking didn’t. Beau was like a mind reader when it came to you. “You know I don’t believe you, right?” He asked, soft.
Biting your cheek, you nodded.
“Okay.” He smiled warmly in your direction, his eyes still dark with worry. “I ain’t gon’ push. Just… come to me, yeah? If you need me. Come to me.”
“Always, Beau.”
He cracked a smile, relaxing a smidge. “Good. I’m always gon’ protect you, darlin’. Always.”
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Cassie didn’t have much good news to deliver you. Your case was posted up on boards hidden away in her office in the back, just in case Beau turned up with no warning and took a peek. Jenny had been helping them dig deeper, using the department’s resources to be more efficient.
Yet, they’d turned up with little to nothing.
Except one thing.
“We weren’t able to track the calls. Or the details of the person who delivered the flowers.” Cassie explained, leant back against the wall. You nodded, looking between the three women delivering your fate.
“But, Beau introduced a new system at the station last month.” Jenny began explaining. Your hopes rose a little. “When your mystery admirer delivered the flowers, he had to give a deputy his name.”
You almost sighed in relief. “Okay..?” At least that was something. A name. You could work with a name.
Cassie flipped through a paper. “He said his name was Jack.”She looked up at you, brows raised. “Does that name mean anything to you?”
Cold washed over you. The ground tilted under your feet. Jesus, were you going to pass out or vomit? You couldn’t tell.
“He said he was your boyfriend— Y/N?”
You didn’t realise you were falling until Cassie and Jenny lunged forward to steady you. The world seemed to fade to a dark blur, the name echoing in your brain like a gunshot. They were speaking, but the sound was muffled like you were underwater.
The next few minutes passed in a sort of haze. You weren’t aware of anything, really.
At some point, they’d sat you in a chair and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, crouching in front of you. They were trying to ground you, hands holding on, squeezing and talking in gentle voices, trying to ground you. Denise returned from the back room with a mug of tea, handing it to you, as you took it in autopilot.
“Hey, there you are.” Cassie sighed in relief as she saw the daze in your eyes float away. “What happened? You scared us.” Your lack of a response seemed to worry her further.
The three women exchanged a look.
You knew what they wanted to ask. Who was Jack? Why did you freeze up like a damn idiot when his name was mentioned? They were trying to be respectful, by not asking, but, hell, you’d always hated being treated like you were glass.
You sipped the scalding hot tea. “He’s my ex-fiancé.” Their attention shot to you immediately. You tapped your nails on the mug, listening to the clink through the silence. “I dated him for four years in New York. We lived together.” They all looked equally parts concerned. Your breath was stuck in your throat. You released it all with your next words. “He was abusive.”
The room seemed to shoot down 20 degrees.
“Oh, Jesus.” Jenny whispered, realisation hitting her. “How bad?” You just nodded. That was enough. It was bad.
“I got pregnant.” Your voice caught in your throat, muscles tense. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it. I didn’t— I couldn’t keep the baby. I couldn’t raise a child in that place.” You whispered quietly, head shaking. Your hands trembled, making you tighten your hold on the mug of tea. “I kept it from him, got an abortion. When he found out… Jesus, I thought I was gonna die.”
Cassie, silent, pulled you in for a tight hug. She cradled you close to her chest, sighing sadly. “You think it’s him?”
You clung onto your friend tightly. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” You wished it wasn’t him. You really, really hoped it wasn’t, and that it was just some freak coincidence. But it was such a Jack to do. To travel half way cross-country in some crazed attempt to reclaim your love.
“Okay, this is part where we tell Beau.”
Frustrated, you sighed. “I’m not telling Beau.” You argued firmly.
“Why not?” Cassie asked gently. She pulled back from the hug to look at your face, her brows knitted together in concern. “He can protect you, much better than we can.”
“He’ll worry—“
“Good.” Jenny put a reassuring hand on your knee, squeezing gently. “You need protection from this asshole. And Beau can do that.”
For a moment, you considered it. Beau protecting you did seem like a good idea. And you knew he would, without a moment of hesitation. Beau would drop everything to protect you, and he’d made that abundantly clear.
But still.
“No.” You shook your head, not backing down on your decision. They sighed, evidently disappointed. “We’ll deal with it. We don’t need him.”
You did need him. You’d never needed Beau more.
“Okay.” Cassie agreed reluctantly. “We’ll deal with it.”
God, you were so fucked.
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Minji x Reader: The Chance
TW!: Abuse
You were sitting on the couch at the dorm with your sister, Haerin as the two of you watched "Brooklyn 99" on Netflix.
"Y/N!" You jumped in your seat a little, Haerin looking at you in confusion over your reaction.
"Coming Minji!" You shouted back, a slight shake in your voice as Haerin's eyebrow furrowed. Was that fear she heard, lingering on your tone?
Shooting Haerin an apologetic smile, you grabbed the remote, pausing the episode before running to the room.
"Hey Minji, Wha-" You could barely finish your sentence before your hand bolted up to your face, catching your phone mid air
"Nice reflexes Cheater." Minji said mockingly, as you were still stuck in shock. What the fuck just happened?
"What are you talking about Min?" You quickly spoke up, as Minji scoffed at your reaction, rolling her eyes.
"You know what I mean cheater. I read your texts with Eunchae." She said, an icy tone on her voice as you sighed.
You moved to Minji's side, gently trying to grab her hand, but she kept pulling her hand away.
You hung your head in defeat, sadly this was a Minji you had grown accustomed to.
"Minji-ah, please, Eunchae and I are just friends. Please trust me." You lightly tugged at her sleeve, as her eyes slowly turned to you, softening a little.
"I just don't like it..." She slowly muttered, as she pulled you towards her, holding you close.
Truth is, Minji was always like this. When you met Minji, she was broken, fresh off a relationship one would be unlikely to categorise as healthy. The wounds of her old relationship always caused Minji to be more, needy, you would say. Her last partner would never text first, Minji would always have to put in the effort. So now, she dislikes texting first, saying that if you loved her, you'd text first. Her last partner cheated on her, so now she insisted on having your phone's password, checking your chats and socials. You always saw it as a sort of defence mechanism, Minji's heart was broken, so she made herself less attached to a romantic relationship. That, coupled with her always using her past relationships as an excuse, made it such that you were always on the back foot, always apologising. She could have not texted you for a day, or left you on read for hours, but the moment you guys argued, she'd hit you with a "I guess you don't love me anymore, let's just break up", or talk about how hard things were for her because of her old relationship, and that alone made you just break down, wanting at all cost to repair the relationship. After all, you loved Minji, and she'd get better. Right?
"I'm heading out now Minji!" You shouted out, grabbing your bag and heading to the door to see an unhappy Minji, leaning on the door frame.
"Where are you going?" She questioned, looking you up and down
"To Le Sserafim's dorm? I thought I told you about this awhile ago, Eunchae asked me to grab dinner with her and her Unnies. What's wrong?" You nervously gripped the handle of your bag, looking at her as she scoffed.
"Eunchae again. Whatever." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at you before walking away, slamming her room door behind her, the lock clicking moments later.
Your shoulders dropped, not sure what to do at the moment, eyes switching between the door, and Minji's room. With a sigh, you slowly opened the door, heading towards Le Sserafim's dorm. You had rescheduled this dinner 8 times because of Minji already, you just wanted to spend some time with the Le Sserafim Unnies.
Later, near midnight, You slowly opened the door to the NewJeans dorm, careful not to cause any loud creaking sounds and disturb anyone. As you walked through the dark living room, a light suddenly popped on, Minji sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, face stormy as she stared at you. This is gonna be fun...
"How was dinner with Eunchae? You must have really enjoyed it considering you're coming home so late huh?" She said mockingly, getting up from her seat and inching towards you menacingly.
"Please Minji...Like I told you, I was having dinner with the Le Sserafim Unnies. You can ask Yunjin-Unnie, I just went there, had dinner and talked. We just lost track of time." You tried to explain, as you slowly backed away from her, her figure only illuminated by the light at her back made her look terrifying.
"Don't lie to me." She growled through gritted teeth, as you continued backing up, finally colliding with the door.
"Why are you even back here anyways? Just go stay the night with your beloved Eunchae!" You tried to lift your bag up, as if that was going to stop Minji from coming uncomfortably close.
Seeing your actions, she scoffed, hitting your bag away and to the ground, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you toward her
"You love Eunchae more than me right? Just go find her then!" She roughly dragged you to the ground, shoving you to the ground as you landed harshly, head crashing into the door, tears slowly trickling from your face.
Seeing your tears cascade down your face, Minji seemingly snapped to her senses, moving towards you, a look of guilt flashing across her face as she saw you flinch at her movement.
"Get away!" You heard a yell from the rooms, the two of you turning to see the other 4 NewJeans members looking on in horror, three of them looking in shock at Haerin. They had never heard Haerin so loud before, or seen such rage in her before. Haerin stormed at Minji, getting right up into Minji's face, who shrunk in Haerin's presence, guilty at what she had just done to you.
"Touch her again, harm her again, and I promise you, I will make sure you see the inside of a jail cell." Haerin's expression softened as she turned to you, quickly helping you up as the two of you left the dorm.
"How could you?" Danielle could barely whisper, a look of anger painted on her face as she looked at Minji, disappointment evident.
"Are you okay?" Haerin asked, applying ointment on your forehead as you sat there, still stunned.
How could she do this to you? You knew Minji was always a Jealous person, that just showed that she cared for you, albeit too much, you always thought. But to go this far? To harm you? Was this really the girl you fell in love with?
You were exhausted, physically and mentally, as you lightly tapped Haerin on the shoulder, leaning on her shoulder.
You took a deep breath as you slowly opened the door, locking eyes with the distraught girl sitting at the table
"Y/N" She could barely croak out, as you clenched your fist
"Minji" You could only monotonously reply, knowing a hint of emotion would break you
Minji nervously fidgeted in her seat as you took yours, her hands fiddling with an imaginary toy, slowly mustering the courage to look you in the eye
"Are you okay?" Minji asked, as you scoffed at the question
"What do you think?" You spat, a hint of venom, Minji flinching at the harsh tone
"What did you call me over for anyways?" You rolled your eyes in annoyance, Minji still stunned in her seat. She had never seen you this angry before.
"I wanted to apologise, Y/N. I'm sorry for being so Jealous, I know you and Eunchae are just friends, but it's just, with my past re-"
"Enough!" You slammed the table in frustration.
"Enough with your past relationships! Why is it that I have to shoulder the sins of your exes! Why is it that everything that happens is my fault! Why am I apologising for things I didn't do! Why!" You screamed, tears falling uncontrollably from your face, your pent up anger and frustration overflowing and exploding, before you fell to your seat.
As you sobbed into your hands, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, looking up to see Minji on one knee, in front of your chair as she looked both sad and guilty.
"I'm sorry my love. Could we take a break?" Minji muttered, as you slowly calmed down, while still confused at what she meant
"I know I'm flawed, Y/N, and I know that I haven't been the best Girlfriend to you. As much as I want to be with you forever, I don't want to be with you if it means I'm going to harm you. I promise that I'll grow and learn from what I've done wrong so far, be a good girlfriend to you. Will you wait for me?" Minji asked, tears streaming down her face, a sincere and genuine look on her face.
Looking at Minji now, you saw her again. Not the jealous, bitter, angry person you were in a relationship with all this time, but the Minji you fell in love with, the kind and gentle soul.
You slowly nodded, as Minji smiled in response
"How will I know when you're ready?" You whispered
"You'll know, my love." Minji lightly caressed your face, before walking from the room, sad but hopeful
A year later
You stretched as you slowly walked towards your door, planning to go to the supermarket, but as you walked out of your door, you noticed something at your shoerack. A white dahlia, your favourite, with a small ribbon tied on it's stem.
Picking it up, you smiled, looking around before you spotted her, her face semi-obscured by a tree as she looked at you.
Walking over to the tree, the two of you looked at each other, the silence doing all the talking as you both smiled.
"Hello, my love."
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ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY - ei
❝ here you are now calling me up but i don’t know what to say. ❞
summary: even though you’ve been pushed away multiple times, you’re not backing down from getting the archon to open up to you
warnings: reader is gn, inazuma archon quest spoilers, raiden archon quest spoilers, slight hurt/comfort
notes: day 5 and a break from the angst finally! sorry this was supposed to be posted yesterday but something came up!
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“name.” not even a nickname, not even love, not even a greetings.
“almighty shogun.” not ei, not beloved, not even a hello back.
there’s a sort of heaviness in the air you breathed, you can smell the scent of petrichor though the sky was clear. but then again, the unorthodox would become reality when you were with the raiden shogun.
she’s different than when you last saw her centuries ago, more open and definitely not controlled by the husk of a puppet she hid her face behind. perhaps it was a good idea to have helped the traveler alongside miko. you huffed, shifting your feet as you locked eyes with the woman you once loved.
they were no longer cold and striking but instead hopeful and warm, a welcome change but a bit too late, centuries late. here she was calling you up, but you weren’t sure what to say. truth be told, you were still picking up the pieces of the left she made of you when she decided to end it all.
“you’ve been well,” ei tried to say with a smile though her comment came out as more of a question and her cheerful smile one of confusion.
“i suppose the traveler talked you out of staying your days in the plane of euthymia. i should’ve warned him not to get close to you, you were always good at manipulating those around you.” you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, not daring to look at your former lover.
“name…that’s not what…” she trailed off, her smile beginning to quiver at the cold look in your eyes.
“you know you had me in the palm of your hand, then why did you lock me out when i let you in. why are you even here, don’t beat around the bush. you never even bothered to visit me after you ended us,” you shook your head in disbelief, an exasperated expression on your face much to her dismay.
all the confidence she exuded had faltered, leaving behind her facade she put on in front of her people. how shocked the inazuman would be, to know that their almighty archon could be left speechless by just a few words. “i wanted to apologize. after makoto…i wasn’t thinking straight.”
“so you’re blaming this on makoto? are you serious?” you looked at her with a mixture of anger and sadness, crossing your arms.
ei waved her hands quickly, not wanting to fan the rising flames that had been mere sparks in your beating heart. “no that’s now that i meant! it’s just that, when i was in the plane of euthymia, all i thought about was you and how we ended. i regret it every day.”
you let out a small hum, nodding along with what she had to say. you weren’t sure if this was a worthy excuse to be sold by but then again, you did feel the same way. people like her always want back the love they pushed aside when they realise they didn’t have it anymore while people like you are gone forever when they said goodbye.
“let me remind you, this was what you wanted. you ended it.” you turned on your heels, walking away from her. despite being broken up for years, it seemed that both your hearts were still synchronised, beating like one even despite the fact she didn’t have one. and you felt her non-existent heart skip by just a few beats at your words.
is that what makes you stop in your tracks involuntarily? just because she broke your heart then doesn’t mean you had to return the favor, did you?
“you were all i wanted.” you sighed, your head hung low, your back facing her view of you. there are unspoken words, threatening to unravel from your tongue.
“but not like this.” you longed to say to her face, to hurt her like she hurt you but you couldn’t dare to. people like her always wanted back they love they gave away.
your feet moved on their own as you turned back to her, feeling what felt like hope blooming in your chest, hope that maybe this would work now. ei’s frown morphed into a warm smile though she tried to hide it, covering her mouth and looking away at you. you took her offered hand, intertwining your fingers, yours warm but hers cold. “so how do i know that you won’t make the same mistake twice?”
people like you want to believe her when she said that she changed. the more that you thought about it, the less you knew. all you knew was that she had driven you off the road and into the woods but now that you were in control of the wheel, you’d make sure that instead of crashing once more, you’d both make it through.
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A/N: okay, this fourth installment is unusual because I’ve decided to split it into two parts. Otherwise it would be enormously long and rambly. Or maybe I’m making a mistake? Idk. I just couldn’t justify skipping the details, given that the whole idea of this fic is the education, it wouldn’t be responsible or realistic of me to take those pieces out. So, I hope it doesn’t bore you to death or read like a sex education textbook. enjoy!
Warnings: kink
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Lesson #4: A visceral Introduction To Kink (pt 1/2)
“Knock, knock!” Amelia peeked her head into one of the lounge rooms on the third floor of the Dirty Hit offices. “You alright, boys?” she greeted as her eyes scanned the faces in the room. The smile on her face dropped when she saw that George, Adam, and Ross were in there without Matty.
“Hey, Amelia.” George smiled, prompting Ross to look up from his phone and give her a friendly wave. “What brings you here?”
“Is…Matty not around?” she directed her question to the empty center of the room.
“Afraid not, love.” George mumbled, and instantly received pointed stares from the three guys in the room. He exhaled audibly then added, “He, ummm…left not too long ago. To- go on a- date,” stuttering through his statement with a look that Amelia recognized, unmistakably, as pity.
She did her best to conceal the sting in her heart behind as blank an expression as she could muster. It dawned on her, in that moment, how foolish she’d been. She’d come all the way to his place of work, for no good reason, without even bothering to check if he was there first. The prospect of getting to see him had propelled her through the busy streets of the city, with the speed of wind, and occupied her thinking so completely that she hadn’t stopped to ask herself why she was even doing this. She resented the clarity that disappointment brought her in hindsight. Wishing that the earth underneath her feet would open up and swallow her whole, she looked around at the guys and tried to think of a way to gracefully bow out of this interaction.
“Did you need him for something?” George asked, to fill the awkward silence.
She wanted to lash out. To tell George that he shouldn’t have said anything. To ask a million follow up questions about this ‘date’ that Matty is on. Instead, she smiled meekly, “Ummm…I just- wanted to drop off something of his.” she lied.
George scanned her head to toe, noticing that she was empty-handed. He decided that to point that out, or press her lie any further, would be too cruel. Especially given what he was about to do to her. “Well,” he shifted in his seat. “Come in for a moment, will you? Sit down, lets catch up.” he patted the empty seat next to him.
The pit in her stomach made Amelia nauseous; she just wanted to go home and cry into her pillow, but she trudged forward, determined to prove to herself that she was not, in fact, shaken by Matty’s dating. “I guess I have a moment.” she shrugged and sat on the couch next to George.
“Can I- ask you something?” George spoke again after a moment. Adam shook his head warningly.
“George” Ross called his name in an attempt to stop him, making Amelia sense that this was all premeditated.
“Sure, George.” Her response sounded more like a question than an answer.
“What are you and Matty doing, exactly?”
Ross and Adam both looked away immediately, each uncomfortable in their seats.
“E-excuse me?” she feigned ignorance to buy herself a moment to think.
George turned to look her in the eyes. She could see that this conversation was making him as uncomfortable as everyone else in the room. “You’re sleeping together.” He stated firmly.
Amelia’s mouth hung open. She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe he told you, guys!”
George placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “He didn’t, babe.”
“Well, then, how-”
“You two aren’t as subtle as you think.”
She turned to look at Adam, who was blushing and nodding along reluctantly.
“We think its a bad idea.” George spoke.
“Mhm. We- we love you both so much.” Ross mumbled then took a moment to clear his throat. “But this’ll only end badly. Someone always gets hurt.”
“And it aint gonna be Matty.” George added, receiving chastising looks from his bandmates.
“How- how dare you! You don’t know that. You don’t know that I won’t be the one to break his heart!”
“I- I do, though. Sorry, I don’t mean it like that, but Matty isn’t really thinking with his heart these days…if you know what I mean.”
“You’re such a dickhead, you know that? What? Just cuz I’m a woman, my heart has to be in my vagina?”
George winced at her words, physically squirming in his seat. “That’s not-“
“I have to go. But thanks for the talk, guys, really.”
***
Amelia had been walking around, aimlessly, for hours. Even as her indignation had fizzled out, George’s words still rang in her head. Was he right? Has she made a mistake? Did she even know what, exactly, she felt about Matty? She wanted. Desperately, to exonerate herself from George’s accusations, but the fact that she wasn’t sure troubled her. No matter how hard she tried to push her questions to the back of her mind and declare that the boys were overreacting, deep down, she worried.
How is she to know if her feelings are real, or if it’s just good sex? It’s not like she’s had non-emotional sexual connections before. It’s not even like she’s had good sex before. That’s what this whole arrangement was about. Her lack of experience, reluctance around casual hook-up, and Matty providing a safe, uncomplicated opportunity for her to learn. So much for uncomplicated.
Matty is her friend first and foremost. Of course she likes him. She always has. You can’t be friends with someone you don’t like. But does she like him, like him? Or does she just think he’s the sort of person you’d be friends with? Is she attracted to him? The man is objectively beautiful. And now that she’s seen him naked- how could she not be attracted to him? But she’s attracted to a lot of people that she doesn’t have feelings for. Robert Downey Jr. Is hot as Iron Man and as a mediocre Sherlock Holmes. But she doesn’t have feelings for Robert Downey Jr. Then again, she’s not friends with and also fucking, the marvel megastar.
She sighed, pausing on the sidewalk to fish her phone out of her pocket. She found the search engine app and typed in “how to figure out if you-“ her eyes skipped over the first auto-complete suggestion “have cancer,” “have Covid,” feeling the sting of humiliation, she swallowed and finished typing, “have feelings for someone.”
Do her thoughts return to him regularly? Sure. But that could just be that he was the first person to ever make her cum. Surely, her brain just associates him with pleasure. What’s the science on orgasm drunkness? Does she feel safe with him? He’s one of her oldest friends. She’s known him at his best and his worst. He’s stayed at her house, eaten her food, and now, he holds her hand gently, he bends over backwards making sure she’s comfortable before he initiates anything, regularly checks in with her to make sure she’s enjoying herself, and the one time when she wasn’t, he literally had his dick in her mouth, on the verge of an orgasm, and he still stopped as soon as she needed him to. If that’s not safe, then nothing is.
Thoughts of that night rushed back to her. His hand over hers, his self-satisfied smile when he saw the look of pleasure on her face, his firm grip on her hips to keep her from squirming away, and the gentle kiss he planted on her skin as she struggled to catch her breath in the aftermath.
She felt her stomach tighten. The internet was no help. And, now, all she wants is to see Matty. He probably knows all about love; he writes about it for a living. She could ask him. Or was that just another excuse she’s telling herself just to find a reason to see him? Damn you George Daniel, and your seeds of doubt! She looked up from her screen, resuming her aimless drifting.
She wondered what Matty was doing right now, and if he wanted to see her too, before remembering that, hours ago, George had said something about him having a date. Shocked by the lump in her throat growing at thought of Matty with some…bitch, she caught herself, “5. You feel Jealous of other people in their life.” Well, fuck.
She stopped to look at her phone again. Aggressively scrolling away from the search app to avoid having to look at that ominous list, she pulled up the text messaging app and tapped on Matty’s name.
“You home? Free?”
“Yeah, just ordered pizza. Want some?”
***
“So, you look all dressed up. Going anywhere tonight?” Her cheerful affectation sounded a little too obvious. She wasn’t as good at faking casualty as she’d thought. Hearing her own shallow tone, Amelia wondered if she should just skip the small talk and get straight to the questions.
Matty turned away from the tv, taking a moment to register what she’d said. “What? Oh, this” he looked down at his pink button down. “No, no. I- uh. Just got home not too long ago, actually.”
His date. Why was he home alone, then. Did it not go well? And why is she inexplicably happy about the possibility?
Matty stood up, clicking the “pause” button on the tv remote and grabbing a slice of pizza from the coffee table. “You wan’ a drink?” He asked, with a bulge in his cheek as he chewed his food on one side of his mouth. “Something to wash down all this food.”
“Sure, I’ll have a drink.”
He disappeared into the hallway, momentarily, returning seconds later and standing in the doorway. “Are we gonna have sex tonight?”
Amelia shook from head to toe, startled, both by his sudden return into the room and his question.
“Christ, Mia. Calm down.” He chuckled.
“Wh-what did you just ask me? And….don’t call me that!”
“Asked if we’re gonna have sex.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless; desperately pushing her brain to form a single thought, but Matty had effectively rendered her dumbfounded. Eventually, she uttered, “wh-why?”
“Well, I had a couple of drinks while I was out tonight. I wanna know if I should keep drinking or not. If we’re gonna have sex, im not gonna keep drinking.”
She smiled, touched by his consideration, even if it was blunt and rough around the edges.
“Is that smile meant to be a yes?” He quirked an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe.
“I- umm- I-“
“I’ll just stick with coke, then. Keeping our options open.” He winked and disappeared out of the room again, leaving Amelia frozen in place, blushing, and considerably sweaty.
***
Amelia’s eyes stealthily glanced at Matty before darting away. He’d ended up on the same couch as her when he wanted to show her a few videos on his phone, and ever since then, she’d been acutely aware of his body. His hair ruffled in all directions and flattened where his head came into contact with the couch pillows, the rumbling and movement of his chest when he laughed, his slender fingers gripping the phone in one hand, and scrolling with the other. She attempted to ask him about love, four separate times. But talked herself out of it each time.
“M-Matty?” She blurted, shakily, before she could stop herself again.
“Hmm,” he hummed without looking up from his phone.
“You- have a lot of sex, right?” That was the worst possible way to initiate this conversation, but there’s no taking it back. She had to power through.
Her throat went dry as she watched Matty’s eyes widen and his brows furrow. Still not looking away from the screen, he took a moment to consider her question. “Sure. Unless you’re slut shaming me. Which….would be fair, I guess.” He giggled to himself, finally setting his phone down. “Why? Is this your way of saying you’ve decided you wanna have sex tonight?”
“No!” She panicked, regretting it instantly. “I mean, not about that! That’s not what I - Though , I mean, if you’re offering, I wouldn’t-“
Matty watched her blunder and chase her tail for what felt like an eternity, before finally interrupting. “I have no idea what’s going on right now. Do you wanna have sex or not? And you can say ‘no’ you get that, right? We’re allowed to just hang out, Mia, we’re friends, remember?”
“It’s Amelia.” She asserted, less firm than she’d intended. “And, yeah, of course we’re friends. I wasn’t- wasn’t afraid of saying ‘no.’” She paused, panting lightly like she’d just walked up a flight of stairs.
“Okay, then. Cuz I have some ideas.” A wide smile flashed across his face.
“Ideas?”
“Stuff we might wanna try. Though, I guess I should ask…how kinky are we?”
“I’m sorry, what?” She had no idea how she got to be in the middle of this conversation.
“Sorry, is there a more ladylike term I’m not aware of? I’m asking if you like specific things. Like…sexual fantasies. Fetishes- though I guess if you believe Freud, ‘Fetish’ s a derogatory term. Generally, speaking, I try to divorce my sex life for any Freudian politics, though.” Matty’s mouth twitched in a faint smile and he seemed to disappear into his own mind, off on a tangent about Freudian psycho-analysis. When he returned into the present moment, he looked Amelia in the eyes again, “ Do you have- shall we say ‘alternative’ sexual preferences that you’d like us to practice? That’s funny actually we should replace the word ‘alternative’ with kinky for everyday terms. ‘I’m Matty from The 1975 and I make kinky music.’” He giggled.
“I- don’t know.” She finally responded, barely audible, and her eyes escaping his.
“You don’t know?” Correcting the hint of confusion in his voice lest she construe it as judgement. “Alright, let me ask you this: is there anything that you’d like to try that we haven’t done yet?”
She shrugged, suddenly feeling humiliated, maybe for the first time in Matty’s presence.
He sensed the shift in her demeanor and became or desperate to reassure her, his tone more urgent. “Let’s put it this way: when you touch yourself, what do you imagine? What do you think about?”
She wanted to tell him that ever since they’ve started sleeping together, all she can ever think about is him. His touch, his body, how he makes her feel, but she knew Matty. She’d never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. “Random things…the thing is though…that I’ve never actually tried them. So, I don’t know if they would feel good or if they just seem like they’re good in my imagination. I’m not dead inside, I have- ideas. I just have- nothing to compare them to. So they’re just ideas.”
Matty became quiet for a long moment, taking in her words, and considering what she’d expressed. His quietness made her uneasy. In the silence, she felt her words linger and echo louder and louder the more time went by without him responding.
“Okay…I think I get what you’re saying.” He said, slowly standing up and holding his hand out to her to take. “And I might have an idea.”
***
Amelia stared down at the spread that Matty has assembled on the bed in front of her. A flogger, a crop, a cane, nipple clamps, hand cuffs, a strange-looking object that looked like a pizza slicer, but with spikes on it, a vibrator, and an old tie of his, completely undone. The options made her feel slightly light-headed. “Sorry- umm, could you repeat that?”
“A scale, Amelia. It’s not that complicated. Kink is visceral, not cerebral. You can’t know without trying. It’s in your body, not just your head. So, I think we scale things. Any toy you say on here. I won’t use it on you without using it on myself first.”
She finally exhaled the breath that she’d been holding in since they’d walked into the bedroom.
“If it looks okay to you after you’ve seen in on my body, you can hold it and try it on me yourself. See what it feels like to be on the controlling end.”
She nodded, mostly reflexively.
“If that feels alright to you, and you’re certain you understand exactly what each instrument does, I’ll do it on you, but, like, somewhere safe. Completely clothed, or maybe on your hand. And, if and only if, that feels okay and you would like to try it during sex for real, then I’ll use it on you in bed. How’s that sound?”
She was excited now. “Sounds amazing, Matty. When do we start? Now?”
He giggled, relieved that her embarrassment and reluctance were no longer in the way. “Sure. Where do you wanna start?”
She chose the spiky pizza cutter. “This”
She saw a glimmer flash across Matty’s eyes. “The wartenberg wheel. We’re diving in head first, then. Alright.” He picked it up with on hand, sticking his other hand out and opening it flat in front of her. “So, the way this one works is, you see these pins at the ends of it? You essentially move it across the skin, the way you’d use a pizza cutter to cut pizza, you know how it rolls and the blade slices through the crust? Yeah. It’s like that. Except, in this case, instead of slicing you open, the pins on the wheel just prick your skin.”
“And- people find that sexy?”
Matty held in a chuckle. “Some do, yeah.”
“Show me.”
Matty lowered the instrument until it touched his open palm. “Here’s the trick with the Wartenberg though,” the wheel spun as he dragged it across his palm. “The faster you move it, the less painful. If you want it to hurt; really dig deep into the skin and prickle and linger, you gotta go really slow, give the skin time to feel it.”
Amelia felt herself break a sweat, her forehead perspiring.
“How’s it look?”
“In-interesting concept. Can I try it on you?”
“Eager student.” He smirked. “Sure, be my guest.”
Shakily, Amelia dragged the wheel across his palm, watching closely to make sure it didn’t draw blood. She’d realized that she’d been too focused on the instrument that she didn’t get to see Matty’s face as he felt it. “can I- do it again?”
“As Many times as you want, Mia.”
She rolled her eyes, then stared directly at him as she dragged the wheel across his skin a second time watching an eyebrow twitch slightly.
“Doesn’t seem so bad.”
Matty laughed. “I haven’t told you the worst part yet.”
She furrowed her brows “what?”
“This goes on the nipples.”
“Excuse me?!” Her jaw dropped. “What goes on the? No way!”
Matty unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his bag and tossing it to the floor.
“Go on; do it.” He pointed both hands at each of his nipples.
“I don’t- wanna hurt you.”
“It’s okay. Im giving you permission to; which, funnily enough, is the whole point of kinky sex. Weird shit that feels good cuz you want it. Fuckin hell. Im impressing even myself as a teacher.”
She let the wheel hover over his skin and dragged it across as lightly as possible, holding her breath the whole time. Dissatisfied with her motion, Matty place his hand over hers, pushing the pinwheel deeper in his skin as he dragged it over his own nipple, groaning when he felt it, and making her jerk up to look at him. “Was it bad? Does it hurt?”
He smiled, “kinda the point, darlin.’”
She hated that she found it attractive. Him being so close, instructing her, being gentle and patient with her, offering her his entire body to do with it as she chose, groaning and calling her ‘darlin’’ she’d never seen this side of him as a friend.
“Matty, I- gotta be honest.” She spoke hesitantly, watching the changes in his facial expression as he listened. “I don’t think the pin on nipple thing is really for me. Is that okay?”
He laughed. “Of course. And, now we have one less thing to consider.”
“It’s just- it seems so uncomfortable I-“
“Listen, every body is different. We all have different responses to external stimuli- what we find painful and what we enjoy. How much pain we can tolerate in any given moment. Even that can fluctuate from day to day, and how much pleasure or pain our body is already feeling. Just because I like something, doesn’t mean you will too. And just because you don’t like one type of pain or pleasure, doesn’t mean you won’t like any. You just have to find what works for you, does that make sense?”
He paused deliberately, giving her a moment to digest his words. “God, I sounded like an awful lecturer just then. Or a…motivational sexual speaker.”
To his delight, she giggled, confirming for him that she wasn’t scared or overwhelmed.
“Shall we carry on?”
They carried out the same process with varying degrees of progression on each instrument. Some things, Amelia enjoyed very much, tested on herself, and approved for later use, and some were excluded almost instantly. While others took a bit of trying. The cane, for example, excited and terrified her. It wasn’t until she had Matty undressed, on all fours, and hit his naked body with it. Watching hun jolt forward and hiss in pain, as the welt grew a bright, hot red stripe on across his butt that she decided she would temporarily eliminate it, with the possibility of trying it out on a later date.
This, Matty told her, is the difference between “hard and soft limits.” Hard limits were complete and absolute ‘no.’ ‘I don’t consent to this being used on my body now, or ever.’ ‘Soft limits,’ were the temporary nos. Future maybes. Or occasional yeses. Things you would only do sometimes. Not a regular or a staple, but you’re open to the idea of it.
Once they’d concluded this experimental learning session, Matty turned towards her. “Okay, ready to have some real fun now?”
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