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yjwonz · 2 years
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i Hate being the eldest child.
#im gonna go off on a rant what the eff#NAH CAUSE HHHHHHH#i cannot wait to move out#if my aunties speak to me One more time i will shoot myself#and just now i was tryna get my youngest sister to go to sleep bc god knows why she woke up#and she kept tryna play with her plushie and i was getting tired and annoyed#so i took it from her (ik boohoo im a terrible person) and i said if she didnt sleep i wouldnt give it back#obvi i didnt mean it and I KNOW she could tell i wasnt bc she said 'no you arent' and i was like how do you know ?!!?#and she starts like screaming. throwing a Fit at 2 in the morning#and for god knows why all the aunties are still here and in the living room chatting with the uncles and my dad#and a bunch of the aunties come over and start yelling at me to give it back saying im a terrible brother#and this 'isnt how they would parent their children' and all that bullshit??#LIKE BITCH FIRST OF ALL ITS NOT EVEN MY KID??#and all the while my sisters sitting there - tears on her face - but shes like smugly smiling.#i think it was clear i was pissed off bc my dad comes in saying 'why r u mad at ur aunties? whats wrong w u?' LIKE.????#and they force me to give it back and shes going to sleep soundly and i have to go sit in my room bc im bad kid or whatev#LIKE???!!??@#i was this close to throwing a fit myself bruh.#i cant wait until my sisters get older and realize ive been their parent for the past couple years and older than them#<- so idk why they act like theyre the shit and better than me like bro your personality is from ME !!!!!!! IM THE PROTOTYPE !!!!#and yall know whats the worst part?? IT WAS MY FUCKING PLUSHIE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
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Cabin Fever - (Regina George x F Reader) Part 3
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Fandom;
Mean Girls (2024)
Pairings:
Regina George x Reader
Summary:
The students of Northshore go on a school trip for a week in the forest. You end up getting to know the apex predator in a way you’d never seen her before.
Warnings;
ED mentions.
Parts:
Part 1// Part 2// Part 3
When you wake in the morning, Regina is already gone. She’s probably gone to meet with Karen and Gretchen for breakfast, pushing food around her plate more like. You’ve noticed some of your leftovers have gone missing, you don’t mind though. At least it means she’s eating something.
You’re not sure why she seems to relax around you enough to eat, something she can’t seem to do around her supposed best friends.
You have to remind yourself you aren’t her friend but the sketch is still neatly folded under her pillow, whatever that means.
You have a quick shower, throw on some jeans and a band tee and go to the campfire pit to hear what activity you’ll have to do today. It might mean being paired with Regina again, although she acts like a completely different person with you in public. You can see straight through her act. The more you see of her, the more you realise she’s not cruel, bitchy or formidable. She’s scared and a little insecure.
“Today half of you will be boating and half of you will be climbing! Cabins 1-6 follow me and cabins 7-12 meet your leader at the high ropes in 5 minutes!” The instructor calls.
Fuck no.
You try and sneak away slowly, if there’s one thing you’re afraid of, it’s heights. Maybe you can sneak off with the boating group, that sounds less scary, and safer.
It doesn’t work, Mrs Norbury catches you and sends you off in the direction of the high ropes. It’s not like they can force you to climb, right?
They’re laughing about something, you can’t tell what. Maybe Regina’s already making fun of you, maybe she’s gone through your bags to find anything embarrassing to tell her best friends. Maybe she’s taken a photograph of your sketch to prove you’re a loser, freak or whatever. She did similar to Janis, what’s stopping her from doing the same to you?
Maybe not.
You think you saw a glimpse of the real Regina underneath all the pink and glitter, last night.
An instructor calls out that the session is starting. For once this week you stop thinking about Regina.
You can already feel your heartbeat in your ears as you approach the climbing frame. You’re instructed on how to correctly fit your harnesses and told to line up and go over one at a time across the high ropes.
It was like an assault course in the air. First some wooden stepping stones, then walking across a tightrope with just a rope above to balance yourself, and then finally a zip line. You felt your stomach flip, there had to be a way out. You couldn’t have Regina see you having a full-blown panic attack.
Regina is just in front of you in the queue, she doesn’t turn to look at you even once. You’re slightly hurt but not surprised. It’s not like one evening of civility means she could be seen with you in public.
The plastics climb up and start to walk across. Gretchen and Karen walk in front, screaming and giggling the whole way. Regina saunters across, nothing phases her. As she climbs across the rope you can see the muscles under her pink crop top tensing, it makes you momentarily forget about what you have to do until the instructor calls out that it’s your turn next.
Okay, just breathe and whatever you do, don’t look down.
You climb up to the top platform. It’s just a walk across some stable wooden platforms. You can do this. You stare straight ahead, ignoring the thumping of your heart, your hands clammy against the ropes. As long as you don’t look down you’ll be fine.
By some miracle you make it across. The next obstacle is a walk across a tightrope. This one makes you cold sweat.
You start to shake more. Regina is already across the other side standing and waiting to go across the next obstacle. She still looks like a goddess, and you probably look like a sweaty mess. For the first time today she turns and looks at you, her expression is hard to work out, maybe pity? Probably amusement.
You put one foot tentatively on the rope and hold for dear life onto the top rope. You shuffle across in an ungraceful manner. Hopefully Regina has turned her back by now. This would definitely be blackmail material.
Every time the rope moves you feel like you’ll fall, any second you could faint, or throw up, or maybe have a heart attack.
You edge closer to the finishing platform, you can see the edge of it and make the mistake of looking down.
The ground becomes blurry and feels like it’s 3,000 feet away.
Your stomach lurches and your foot slips.
Desperation fills you and without thinking you desperately reach your hand out, hoping Regina will grab It, pull you back up and you won’t feel that dreaded falling sensation.
Instead she shoves you.
Hard.
You fall from the rope, your heart nearly stops and you can’t open your eyes. The harness catches you but you’ve swung sideways from the rope and the force of Regina’s push makes you come crashing back, your hip colliding with the wooden platform.
The pain is immediate, and searing.
An instructor lowers you down and a teacher demands that Regina comes down too to take you to first aid.
She does this begrudgingly, her little minions whining that it’s not fair that she has to pay the price when you ‘just slipped.’
You don’t look at her or speak to her on your way to first aid. With every step your hip explodes with pain. You try not to show how hard it is to walk. This wasn’t the same Regina you hung out with last night.
Never show your weakness to a predator. That was your first mistake.
“ I wouldn’t have had to do that if you didn’t try to touch me.” She spat, staring at the ground as you walked. Was she ashamed?
“Whatever Regina. I don’t care.” You sigh, wincing again as you step.
She huffs and rolls her eyes at you as you finally make it to first aid. She leaves you at the door.
The first aider confirms that she doesn’t think it’s fractured or broken. Just badly bruised. When she asks what happened you lie and say you slipped. She doesn’t buy it but she doesn’t push any further. She gives you some pain medicine and an ice pack and suggests you go and rest for a bit in your cabin.
You go back and lie in your bed on your back with the ice pack slowly melting away at your hip, making the sheets wet and cold.
Luckily Regina is out somewhere, she’s probably snuck off to one of the plastics cabins.
It’s not like you care anyway.
You decide not to get dinner today. The thought of limping all the way to the campfire sounds awful and you don’t want to give Regina the satisfaction of knowing she hurt you so you try and get some sleep.
Your phone buzzes and lights up on the nightstand. It’s Janis.
“Heeey Dude! How’s the school trip? Wait why are you in bed it’s not even late” the voice of your best friend rings out down the phone.
“Long story, I slipped climbing.” You don’t know why you lie to Janis. You don’t feel like talking about Regina.
You know that despite them being on civil terms now, Janis and Regina still held a grudge respectively. Secretly you knew Janis definitely still had a crush on her, not that she’d ever admit it. At first you didn’t understand why Janis would fall for someone so fake and shallow but now you’ve seen the other side to her. Or is it just a disguise for her to gain your trust? You trusted she’d catch you and instead she pushed you away.
“Are you even listening to me?” Janis breaks you out of your thoughts.
“Huh”
“I said, has Regina fallen in mud, or ruined her boots or had bugs in her hair yet?” You can hear the grin in her voice, and a slight hint of excitement from speaking about Regina.
“Uh, I don’t know… I haven’t really seen her.” You lie again. Why can’t you stop lying to your friend?
“Anyway Janis I have to go, I should probably go and get dinner now, the teachers will wonder where I am.” Another lie “Bye!” You add quickly and hang up.
You sigh and throw your phone back onto the nightstand. You close your eyes again and try and get some sleep.
The painkillers have kicked in and you finally drift off.
You’re in the middle of a forest in a clearing. For some reason you feel uneasy. The trees are all looming around you, as if they’re trying to warn you, leaning closer to whisper “Run” in their windy breath. From between the trees you see a bright pair of blue cat eyes. They’re fixed on you. Unblinking.
You try to get up to run but you can’t move, you’re fixed to the spot as a lion emerges from the trees, claws sharp and teeth bared just about to clamp down on your neck-
Something shakes you awake. Or rather, someone.
“Get up.” You hear Regina hiss.
“What, why?” You mumble back, rubbing your eyes. Her silhouette is blurry above you.
“Come with me.”
“Why the fuck should I.” Your response shocks both of you,she scowls and grabs your wrist to drag you up.
“Just come with me.”
“Fuck off, Regina.” You spit
She doesn’t say anything, just tightens her grip on your wrist and pulls you up.
There’s no use resisting. Stupidly you follow her. Why would you trust her after she pushed you, you’re walking yourself to your doom.
She leads you to a clearing in the trees. Just like your dream, everything in your body is telling you to run.
And then you see it.
A hot pink blanket is sprawled out on the floor and you recognise various containers of food you’d bought laid out on the blanket. There’s two fluffy white pillows either side of the blanket.
“Say something, dumbass!” She barks, she doesn’t meet your eyes and you notice a slight blush on her cheeks
“What’s happening.” You stutter. Surely not, why would Regina have gone to all this effort? Is she trying to apologise?
“I saw you weren’t at dinner and I didn’t want you to starve or something. I’m not sleeping in the same room as a corpse.” She quips, going to sit on one of the pillows. You follow and sit on the other, are you still dreaming?
You eat in silence for a while. Every now and then stealing glances at Regina. She’s actually eating some of the food, looking down at the blanket in thought. The sun is setting and the light manages to catch her in a way that makes her even more perfect. Her cheeks are slightly rosy and you notice she’s taken off most of her makeup. She looks softer, like her guard has dropped slightly.
“I’m sorry I pushed you.” She whispers and her eyes catch yours. She looks genuinely sorry.
Against better judgement you immediately forgive her. You can’t hold much resolve against her when she’s sitting at a picnic she made for you and the sun is reflecting off her skin like that.
“It’s okay, I’m fine anyway.” That’s half a lie, it still hurts quite badly. “Thanks for this. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted you to know I’m sorry, really, and…. Your food is better than the shit they serve here.” She fidgets nervously “It’s nice to eat without Gretch and Karen commenting on the fat content of it.”
That makes your stomach sink. You wonder how anyone could ever think that Regina was anything but beautiful.
“We could have dinner together tomorrow too, if you wanted” that definitely didn’t come out as confident as you wanted it to.
She doesn’t say anything but she smiles at you. Your heart skips.
After you finish eating you pack up Regina’s cute picnic and make your way back to the cabin. You resist the fleeting urge to hold her hand. You don’t want to get shoved again.
She goes to the bathroom to shower and you pull out your sketchbook. You draw the same forest clearing before, sketching in all the leaves, except this time the lion is lying on a blanket, eyes closed, peaceful.
You put the sketchbook back in your bag and get changed into pyjama shorts and a top before laying on top of the covers on the bed.
You’re drifting in and out of consciousness when Regina comes out of the bathroom, you hear her pad quietly towards your bed.
As if not to scare her off you stay perfectly still, eyes shut, and pretend to be asleep.
You feel her hand pull the leg of your shorts up at the side to reveal the darkening bruise at your hip.
Your heart nearly implodes when you feel her gentle lips press a soft kiss to your hip.
It’s over in a second, she goes back to her bed and pulls the covers over her head.
You let out a shaky breath and decided you would probably never be able to figure Regina George out, but at this current moment, you didn’t really mind.
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ashwhowrites · 1 year
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Yay! You’re talking requests! I love your writing and I really hope you like this idea!
Okay, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers
Reader is a hot alt chick and has been friends with Eddie for a while. He’s had so many chances to make a move, but he never did despite all the mutual bonding and heart eyes
Reader can’t be led on anymore and has to get over him. So, she relents and goes out with Billy since he keeps asking
*chaos ensues*
Eddie and Billy confrontation?
Eddie spills his guts?
Of course, take what elements you want and leave the rest. These are just ideas and don’t all need to be used. I trust you to craft a good story, even if you only pick one element
Thank you so much! And it's definitely a fun idea :)
I got your other message about smut with Dom Eddie so I'll give it my best shot. I'm new to Dom Eddie so sorry if he sucks
⚠️angst at first then smut
Not proofread
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Y/N and Eddie, the name just fit together. They looked great together. They were alternative, matching t-shirts and ripped jeans. Black boots with matching colored laces. The left shoe is blue for Eddie, the right is red for her. No matter where they went, those laces never changed colors.
The two were side by side no matter what. His arm was thrown over her shoulder and her body tucked into his side. Anyone who saw them knew they were in love.
But yet, they weren't together, just friends.
Friends who were in love but weren't good at communicating it.
She made it clear that she was down badly for Eddie Munson, straight to his face. Always touching him in places a friend isn't supposed to touch. Staring deep in his eyes when her foot trailed up his leg. Quite literally scared of any girl that looked in his direction.
But he didn't pick up on anything
Until new years
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She wasn't drunk at all, she was stone cold sober because she had a plan for tonight and she wanted to remember it. She was going to kiss her best friend. If he was too dumb to pick up any of her hints, she'll shove it down his throat instead.
She was searching for the whole party as the countdown started. Anxiety in her that she was going to miss this chance.
"slow down sweetheart"
She rolled her eyes as Billy Hargrove blocked her pathway. A smirk on his pretty lips and devious in his blue eyes
"Billy not now!"
She rushed past him.
Billy Hargrove has been after her for months. But she always said no, she wanted Eddie and she wasn't going to miss her chance. Billy didn't quite take no as an answer. Always pestering and asking.
She finally found him, sipping on a red solo cup as his eyes scanned the crowd
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She raced quicker to him, pushing back everyone in her way
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"EDDIE!" she screamed, grabbing his attention fast as he smiled. Laughing as she threw girls over left and right
"what's up pretty girl?"
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She didn't respond. Smashing her lips on to his with everything she had. Throwing her body into him harshly, feeling his drink drop to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Moaning as he yanked her closer. Her hands got lost in his hair. His mouth tasted of cheap beer and cigarettes but she loved it.
He pulled away first, eyes blown huge as he looked down at her.
Her lipstick was smudged, no doubt all over him.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" he yelled, screaming over the music
"NEW YEARS" she yelled back, a proud smile on her face. Kissing him again like she couldn't get enough.
If that didn't show him then she doesn't know what will
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Apparently it STILL wasn't enough to show him she liked him
The next morning she felt happier than ever. She got dressed for the winter cold fast, the gang were going ice skating today. The thought of holding Eddie's hand as they raced on the ice had her heart racing. Imagine him in a cute beanie with a red nose. Complaining about how stupid it is to be skating on actual ice in negative degree weather.
She pulled up to the rink excitedly, a bounce in her step as she reached the group.
Her eyes fell on Eddie first, then to the hand he was holding. It was like all get excitement vanished.
"um who is this?" She asked awkwardly. She had her tongue down his throat less than 24 hours ago and he brought a girl to their ice skating hangout.
"I'm Lia!" The girl said excitedly, high pitched voice rang through the rink
Everyone's body flinched at the sound but kept a smile on their face to be polite.
"let's get you some skates!" Nancy said, grabbing Lia and the gang with her. Leaving Y/N and Eddie alone.
"Eddie what the fuck!" She scoffed, eyes glaring at his face. She hated that he wore the stupid hat and the fact that his nose was red
"what?"
"you bring a girl on a date? When did you even meet her?"
"at the party. Look we hooked up and she wouldn't leave! She heard Dustin talk about ice skating and basically got in my van. I didn't know what to do" he explained. Flinching as he heard her loud giggle
"you slept with her?" Now that hurts Y/N way more than just getting plain rejected. She was pissed and it was clear on her face
"yeah? What's with the attitude?" He scoffed, shaking his head like he was disappointed and embarrassed by her behavior
" you are such an asshole" she practically spat in his face
"woah! Hey I didn't do shit" he defended
The one flaw about these two, they were both hard headed. Easily refusing to ever be wrong.
"are you kidding me? I kiss you and you brought another girl home?"
"yeah we kissed. It was new years. I didn't think it was a big deal. Not like it meant anything" he defended his actions. Eyes searching her face for what emotion she was feeling
And she felt her heart snap. The way he said it so carefree, like to him it was just a stupid kiss.
Her silence shook him to his core. Stepping closer as he let out a shaky breath
"it didn't mean anything right?" His voice cracked in nerves. If that kiss meant something to her he fucked up. He easily just hurt his only best friends feelings.
"yeah, you're right. Just new years" she spat, knocking into his shoulder roughly as she went to grab her skates.
"oh fuck" he sighed to himself. He fucked up and he fucked up bad. Of course the kiss meant something to him but he was scared she only did it for the sake of the holiday. Or that she was so drunk she didn't know what she was doing. When he left with Lia she was chatting it up with a boy on the basketball team. He figured she was planning to leave with someone else so he should do the same.
"wait!" He said fast. Turning around to run after her when he saw Billy Hargrove walk up to her. Jealousy burning in his skin as she giggled and smiled.
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"Okay Max made me come but I have never once skated. Can you please help me?" He practically begged
"is Billy Hargrove admitting he is bad at something?" She gasped, laughing as he glared over at her
"it's not funny. I can't make a fool of myself in front of this gorgeous girl so you need to help me" he winked, stepping closer to her.
At this point she usually brushes him off. Ignoring his advances because of Eddie.
But Eddie didn't seem to like her
She was just a friend to him
And a boy like Billy Hargrove can make her forget
~~
Eddie glared as he watched Y/N hold Billy's hand as they skated on the ice.
It may have been negatives out but he felt hot to the touch.
He wanted to punch the smile right off of Billy's lips
Kick him in the balls so he wouldn't get any ideas
"sorry dude. But he really likes her and that never happens. He won't give up" Max sighed as she stopped next to Eddie, leaning on the edge as she took a breather.
"well he should. Not like she's ever been interested" Eddie growled. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched them skate closer and closer
"after the big fuck up you just did, he definitely has a shot" Max laughed, smacking Eddie on the shoulder as she staked to join the couple.
Eddie watched as Billy spun Y/N around on the ice. Max laughing as she spun around too.
For once Y/N's eyes never landed on Eddie.
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It didn't get much better for Eddie.
Billy officially asked her on a date and she said yes.
Eddie hated that the date went well. She talked about it for days. Billy was romantic and completely took her breath away.
And Eddie hated it.
He hated watching her in her tiny dress, smiling in the mirror as she sprayed on her perfume.
Anger and jealousy forming in his stomach when she smeared the perfume on her ankles
"slutting it up tonight are we?" He growled out
She rolled her eyes and set down her perfume bottle
Ignoring him as she went to put on her boots
"no tights? You are going to give him the wrong idea!" Eddie spat out
She ignored him again, standing up as she checked herself in the mirror
"don't ignore me"
She shivered as he growled behind her, right on her ear. His hot body was practically smashed into her back.
"you want him to fuck you or something?" Eddie mocked.
She could see how pissed off he was in the mirror. Smirking at him, "jealous Eddie?"
She turned around to face him. Her own face stone cold of any expression
"no. I just don't think you need to be a whore and sleep with him on the second date"
"that's too bad. Because honestly I've been dripping ever since new years" she spat, shoving his shoulder as she walked to her bed, going to grab her jacket when she felt Eddie force her on the sheets
Growling as he laid on top of her. His knee shoved between her thighs
Air got caught in her throat as she tried to ignore the pulsing in her cunt.
"for him or me baby?" He teased, a dark smirk on his face as his hand slowly worked up her dress. Teasing her body over the thin material
"fuck you" she spat, she wanted to shove him off but one wrong move and her clit would be pressing against his knee. Making her even more weak.
"oh pretty girl. You will and you're going to like it" he growled, sitting up, his knee still in between her thighs
He yanked off his shirt, smirking as her eyes traced over his skin.
He leaned over her body, mouth close to her ear as he kissed her neck. Wet and sloppy kisses all over her throat, moving down to her collar bones
"Eddie" she moaned. Her hands wanted to dig into his hair but she needed some self control
He smirked at her moans, yanking down the top of her dress, growling as her tits spilled out
He bit down on the skin, swirling his tongue around her nipples. Leaving blotchy hickies everywhere. His hands groped them as he moved his knee further up, easily hitting her clit
"Fuck" she whined. Her head thrown back as he pressed against her clit harder. Hands still working on her tits
"you like that don't you? Pretty tits baby" he groaned, kissing the skin before pulling away
She didn't even know she was doing it at first. Her hips rocking against his knee as she pleased herself. Moaning as his rough jeans rubbed her just right.
"riding my knee baby?" He mocked. Loving how her body was moving against his
He laughed as she stopped. Eyes closing as she covered her face
"don't be embarrassed. It's so fucking hot. Ride my knee baby, make yourself cum" he growled his hands ripping hers away.
She looked at him and nodded. Watery eyes as she began to move her hips again
Moaning loudly as he moved his knee with her
He could die happily listening to her needy and pitchy moans. So submissive just like he thought she would be.
"not so tough now are you baby? You are pissed at me, hate me but yet rubbing your pretty pussy on my knee. Desperate to cum"
She whined at his teasing. Hating the way it made her body hotter and hips move faster. Closing her eyes as she desperately moved against him
"just shut up" she moaned, lifting up her dress as she moved herself faster on his knee.
He clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. Ripping his knee away from her thighs
"WAIT NO" she cried. Eyes flying open as she watched him stand up
"bad girls with bad mouths don't get to cum when they want" he hissed. Unbuckling his jeans as she breathed hard
A pout on her lips as she shivered under his heated glare
She moaned as he removed his boxers, his cock was hard and already dripping with precum.
He didn't say a word, just yanking off her dress and tearing off her panties. She moaned at his roughness as he threw her clothes around her room.
Taking a step back to look at her naked body. Slowly pumping himself as he stared at every piece of her skin
"stop staring" she whined. Going to cover herself when he threw her arms over her head, holding them in a rough grip
His voice was deep and hard as he spoke to her. His eyes are full of lust and desire. She's never seen his eyes so black and dark before
"don't you even think about hiding from me. So fucking gorgeous"
She moaned as he teased his cock over her clit. Moving himself between her lips but never once entering her. Loving the way she squirmed, her hands still being held by his harsh grip
"you want this?" He asked softly, the old Eddie appearing back in his eyes. She was dripping from the fact he was so ready to ruin her but could switch back in seconds
"yes fuck me Eddie. Please" she whined, her head thrown back as he slapped his hard cock against her clit. Her thighs twitching and trapping him between her
Then he switched back
His eyes dark as he shoved himself inside of her. Fully and stuffing her completely
"EDDIE GOD" she screamed. He released her grip, allowing her nails to scratch down his back as she tried to get used to feeling him inside of her
He gave her a few seconds to adjust. Just slowly moving his hips, using every bit of self control to not completely ruin her
"shh. You can take it" he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling out and shoving himself back in. She screamed as he picked up his pace. Roughly fucking her. Loving the way she clenched around him.
Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she tried to grip onto his skin
Hissing as her nails continued to break his skin open but he loved it
He was moaning as he lost himself inside of her
She was wet, warm and tight. Everything he pretended his hand was when he touched himself
Always thinking about this exact moment
"SHIT...FUCK" she was screaming as he somehow went faster
His hands gripped her head board as he thrusted himself in and out of her. As hard as he can. Loving the way his balls slapped against her ass. The sound of their bodies smacking into each other. The sound of her bed creaking as he fucked out all of his anger and jealousy.
"bet he couldn't fuck you like this" Eddie growled as he grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders
Inhaling the perfume she smeared earlier
Smirking as fucked her harder
"he doesn't have a good enough cock like I do. He wouldn't know how to make you fucking scream" he growled as he smashed his body on hers. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as he pounded into her. Moaning as his naked chest was rubbing against her nipples.
She was a screaming, blabbering mess. No real words leaving her mouth
"fucked stupid now aren't you?" He mocked, his hand gripping around her throat
She whined even louder. One of her hands holding on the one that was choking her
"you don't know how long I've thought about this pussy. How many girls I fucked imagining you" he growled as he got himself closer. She was too tight, she was clenching him too good
"mhhm yeah?" She choked out. A small smirk on her face. She was taking all of it and she loved it. She loved him thinking of her, loved that no matter where she was, she was in his head
"yeah baby. Even say your name when I cum. They get so pissed"
"oh fuck" she moaned. The thought alone had her close
"you like that? Huh? Knowing I scream your name when I bust my load into other girls? You jealous slut" he released the grip on her neck
Moving between their bodies as he rubbed her clit
"YES RIGHT THERE" she screamed. Her legs unhooking from his shoulders as they shook
Her body thrashing as she moved her hips with his
"you are a jealous asshole" she teased. Yanking his hair as she dug her teeth in his neck
"yeah I am. No one gets to fuck this pussy but me. Mine now right?"
The way he was staring into her eyes had her clenching. Gasping as she felt her orgasm a blink away
"say it or you don't get to cum" he stopped his fingers completely. Just resting them on her clit, no pressure added
"NO KEEP GOING PLEASE" she cried, feeling his hips also still inside of her
"say this pussy is mine and you get to cum"
"Eddie please"
"say it baby"
"please fuck"
"say it"
"MY PUSSY IS YOURS. IT'S YOURS. ALL YOURS"
He smirked as he rubbed her faster, fucking her hard
"IM CUMMING" she screamed. Her arms reached over his shoulders. Clinging on him as she came. Soaking his cock completely in her cum. Her thighs shaking against the bed as she screamed in his ear. Holding on to him as hard as she could. Otherwise she felt she might disappear into the mattress
"good girl. Keep cumming. I got you. Make a mess on my cock. Come on"
She shuttered as he rubbed her clit through her orgasm
His cock still pumping inside of her as he chased his own orgasm
"fuck" he moaned, going to pull out but she gripped his ass
Shoving him inside of her
"cum in me please" she whined
Eddie's eyes rolled in the back of his head
"want me to cum in you? Huh? Have both our cum inside your pussy?"
"yes Eddie fuck. Cum for me. Cum in me. Fill me up" he moaned at her words
Few last thrusts and his body was shaking. His thrusts got sloppy as he shuttered against her body. Moaning as he felt his balls tighten and his load shooting inside of her
"fuck I love you" he groaned into her wet skin
"I love you too" she gasped, feeling his hot load fill her
He collapsed on her
Both breathing heavy as he slowly slipped out
Watching as their mix cum began to spill out
His quickly scooped it up and shoved it back in
She whined and tried to push his hand away from her sensitive cunt
"no more" she said breathlessly
"I know baby. Just got to keep it on you" softly fingering it back into her
They laid there for a few seconds to catch their breath, under the covers
"what time is the date?" Eddie asked as he looked over her naked body to check the clock
"there isn't one" she smirked, rolling on top of him
"are you shitting me? You brought me here to watch you get ready for a fake date?" He laughed
"how else was I gonna get you to fuck me" she teased, kissing his lips softly. Finally tasting him again. Allowing herself to fall into this kiss. Every emotion and everything she wanted to say
He kissed her back just as hard. Wrapping his arms around her naked body. Tongue slipping into her mouth as she grinded on his soft cock
"don't do that" he gasped, gripping her hips to stop her
"I'm not done with you Eddie" she smirked
Slowly disappearing under the covers
Eddie definitely got the hint now
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Just needed to get this idea out of my head, This is going to be a fic, i don't know how many part it would have but bear with me
oc female character and Tom Blyth (he wasn't that famous yet)
Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.
social media au
A night out in Berlin pt.1
The night we met
Chapter 2
After a long day in set, Tom was too tired to do anything but he had made plans in the morning with  Hunter and she was dying to go to this underground bar that all her Berlin friends had recommended to her, he wasn’t in the mood but at the same time he wanted to get loose and forget about all his responsibilities just for the night. Tom picked up his bag and his puffer jacket and walked out of his trailer ready to go to his hotel, have a shower and get ready, when he heard  Hunter shouting  “TOM I WILL PICK YOU UP AT 11 PM, ALL BLACK ATTIRE BABE” gaining some looks from the other people walking next to the trailers, he just looked at her and screamed okay.
Tom got into his hotel room then took his jacket, his shirt and his shoes to then throw himself to the bed and while laying down he pulled the phone out of his pocket to put an alarm for 10 pm and then proceeded to take a nap. Tom got up to shut his phone up and got up while feeling like he just slept for 5 minutes, quickly he got into the shower and got ready with an all black fit as Hunter told him to, he was about to brush his hair but then remembered that he had to go bald because of the film, although he hated it at least it had some perks. He was putting on some cologne when he heard someone knocking on his door.
He looked to his phone and saw that it was 11 pm, he opened the door and Hunter said“I promise you’re going to have so much fun” she said with the biggest smile.
They arrived to the club, for what he saw it was just dark with a bunch of colorful lights but it was a vibe, they started drinking and then they got up and started to dance. At some point of the night he was by himself dancing around people he didn’t know, the sound of the music was the only company he truly needed, of course he’ll catch up with Hunter at some point but for what matters right now it was just him moving to the sound of the music and the drink in his hand when he felt someone bumping into him, he turned around and saw a short brunette with a beautiful dress
“And tut mir leid” she said in German with a sorry look in her face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t speak German“ Tom answered with a confused looked.
“Me neither, so sorry for bumping into you” she said with a more cheerful tone to what Tom replied “Don’t worry, I’m Tom by the way”.
“Cute name, I’m Alessandra” she said taking his hand and starting to dance with him, Tom was completely surprise with the action but happy she took the first step.
The way she moved was all that Tom could’ve dream of and for what he saw under the colorful lights she had the face of an angel, she looked tan and maybe with dark brown eyes but he couldn’t tell. They danced for three songs and when the fourth was about to start, Tom got closer to her ear and asked her to go to a quieterplace.
Tom took her hand and started walking upfront to get the pair through the crowd and get to a table, Alessandra was happily walking and dancing while holding his hand, she thought that he was the first man in Berlin that she had met that was able to dance. After walking Tom found an empty table in a corner, it was perfect for them to have a conversation and maybe a kiss he thought.
“So Tom boy, what are you doing in Berlin because I’m almost sure you’re British” she said while taking a sit, she was wearing a leopard print dress showing her beautiful neck line and maybe a little bit more and he was ready to see what she was hiding underneath.
“Well yes, I’m British but you also have an accent, are you French or Italian?” Tom said while trying to sound sexy and getting a little bit closer to her.
“I’m Italian babe, so now that we know this vital information about each other can we kiss” Alessandra said while laughing, they both had a couple drinks and she knew she would never say that to a man if she hadn’t have that many red bull vodkas.
Tom got closer and stamped his lips on hers, the kiss was sloppy and lacked of coordination but it was the perfect kiss to start the night he thought, she had fuller lips and the way her hands were grabbing his neck as if she was holding for her life. When they both heard someone screaming “ALESSANDRA LETS GO”, she broke the kiss and said “Well that’s my call Tom boy” shrinking her shoulders and sliding herself to get out of the seat.
“Can I at least get your number” he said not knowing if this was a sober thought or just a drunk decision. “Follow me on Instagram grandpa, @ alessssa with four s” she screamed while walking away.
He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and he opened Instagram to look her up, he find her profile and took a screenshot of her page, of course he wouldn’t just follow her right off the bat, that was a decision he needed to make in a much better mental state.
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alessssa I saw Jesus in Berlin in a club I’ve never been 
bbbianca: GET OVER THAT SONG BITCH
     alessssa: I CAN’T 🙃
marco_o: qt
giuli_123: too hot for Berlin 🥵
alessssa: SO LETS MOVE OUT TO NYC BB
username1: sexiest woman alive
                      Tom Blyth started following you
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callsign-bunnie · 1 year
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Please you can not leave it like that!!! I need to see Ghost shreded those who hurt Rudy to pieces. A part 2 please
This is a part 2 to this
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Ghost sat in a chair across from the man. He knew his name, now. Shawn. "Hello, Shawn."
Shawn's disoriented eyes flicked around the room and then they settled on Ghost. Horrific realization colored his features before they set into a mask of indifference.
"Your men are dead." Ghost stated. And they were.
Alejandro or Ghost needed to be in the same room as him at all times or they'd find him in the smallest area he could fit in, holding a knife and trying not to freak out.
And then... someone had made the mistake of trying to grab him on a mission. It had been a simple drug raid and Rodolfo had been too close to a cartel member and they'd grabbed him. Ghost wasn't affected by blood but the sheer amount of it that the human body could make was... something.
Ghost had dropped everything when he heard Rodolfo screaming. When he'd made it over, the body wasn't even recognizable. Hell, Rodolfo barely was under the blood. Just dark brown eyes staring at him with some horrible concoction of fear and rage.
Ghost recognized it. He'd experienced it himself. You don't go through the horrible shit they went through and then the world keep piling on without fucking snapping.
When Rodolfo went missing, Ghost had only been half terrified that he'd been taken. But... the signs had been there. He knew them intimately.
Rodolfo had been so randomly agitated. He'd snap and just start to cuss Alejandro out, even Ghost out. He was ruthless on missions to a scary extent.
So, when he'd disappeared, what choice did Ghost have but to follow him? He'd tracked him down to where they'd been taken. Which was an old mansion off on an island.
Ghost had expected to have to sneak in, but... no. He'd walked in the front fucking doors no problem. No one stopped him. No one pointed a gun at him. They couldn't, they were all fucking dead.
Trails of blood painted a pretty clear image of just what had happened. Rodolfo had ripped through every single one of them. Everyone who had a hand in it. And Ghost found him sitting on a throne of bodies, soaked in blood and gore.
Ghost had always thought Rodolfo was beautiful but in that moment... he was ethereal. He didn't smile at Ghost when he came in, he didn't even look shocked. He just looked at him and wiped some of the blood off of his face. "He ran." Was all he said.
And Ghost understood. His love was giving him an unspoken task. The leader, the one who had done the worst of it was Ghost's to take care of. It was a gift. One Ghost gladly accepted.
And so he'd tracked him down. He learned his name was Shawn. He had a family. A wife. Two kids. They didn't know what he did. Well, they didn't before.
Ghost had sent them evidence of everything. She packed her bags and ran off with his kids. He had no organization to run, so he had no money. No wife. No kids.
Ghost had spent months watching his life devolve into shit. Any time it seemed like it was getting slightly better, he was there to throw a wrench back in it.
Then Shawn tried to kill himself. Ghost wasn't going to let that happen.
He leaned back and crossed his legs. "When will you idiots learn?"
Shawn didn't answer. It was clear he knew how this was going to go. Smart man. Finally.
Ghost sighed. He'd had a good day that morning. After months of being away from Rodolfo, he had been able to go back to him. With fantastic news because he had him. He'd woken up that morning back in the arms of him and he'd finally been home.
Good days used to be so rare for Ghost before he'd gotten with Rodolfo. Rodolfo would force them, though. He would demand that every day be a good day from the forces that be or he'd make it happen himself.
Ghost had no doubt Rodolfo would fight God if he really got the whim to.
Ghost looked at Shawn and then he sighed. "If you're going to torture one of the scariest men on the fucking planet, put a bullet through his head afterwards. You don't get reputations without action."
Shawn's breath shuddered and Ghost laughed. "So, here's how this is going to go. I don't need anything from you. I don't want anything from you. There's nothing you can give me to make me stop. Well... correction. There is something I want."
Ghost stood and went to him, grabbing his hair and yanking it back so he could look into his eyes. "I want you to scream. Nice and loud."
"I won't give you the satisfaction." Shawn snarled.
Ghost laughed. "Oh you will. Trust me, you will."
Rodolfo had been completely broken after the event. He would wake up screaming every morning. If Ghost didn't touch him for too long of a period of time, he'd have a panic attack.
Alejandro or Ghost needed to be in the same room as him at all times or they'd find him in the smallest area he could fit in, holding a knife and trying not to freak out.
And then... someone had made the mistake of trying to grab him on a mission. It had been a simple drug raid and Rodolfo had been too close to a cartel member and they'd grabbed him. Ghost wasn't affected by blood but the sheer amount of it that the human body could make was... something.
Ghost had dropped everything when he heard Rodolfo screaming. When he'd made it over, the body wasn't even recognizable. Hell, Rodolfo barely was under the blood. Just dark brown eyes staring at him with some horrible concoction of fear and rage.
Ghost recognized it. He'd experienced it himself. You don't go through the horrible shit they went through and then the world keep piling on without fucking snapping.
When Rodolfo went missing, Ghost had only been half terrified that he'd been taken. But... the signs had been there. He knew them intimately.
Rodolfo had been so randomly agitated. He'd snap and just start to cuss Alejandro out, even Ghost out. He was ruthless on missions to a scary extent.
So, when he'd disappeared, what choice did Ghost have but to follow him? He'd tracked him down to where they'd been taken. Which was an old mansion off on an island.
Ghost had expected to have to sneak in, but... no. He'd walked in the front fucking doors no problem. No one stopped him. No one pointed a gun at him. They couldn't, they were all fucking dead.
Trails of blood painted a pretty clear image of just what had happened. Rodolfo had ripped through every single one of them. Everyone who had a hand in it. And Ghost found him sitting on a throne of bodies, soaked in blood and gore.
Ghost had always thought Rodolfo was beautiful but in that moment... he was ethereal. He didn't smile at Ghost when he came in, he didn't even look shocked. He just looked at him and wiped some of the blood off of his face. "He ran." Was all he said.
And Ghost understood. His love was giving him an unspoken task. The leader, the one who had done the worst of it was Ghost's to take care of. It was a gift. One Ghost gladly accepted.
And so he'd tracked him down. He learned his name was Shawn. He had a family. A wife. Two kids. They didn't know what he did. Well, they didn't before.
Ghost had sent them evidence of everything. She packed her bags and ran off with his kids. He had no organization to run, so he had no money. No wife. No kids.
Ghost had spent months watching his life devolve into shit. Any time it seemed like it was getting slightly better, he was there to throw a wrench back in it.
Then Shawn tried to kill himself. Ghost wasn't going to let that happen.
It was pretty easy to grab him. Or, it had been to Ghost. All he'd really done was break into his house and take him. He'd driven his car off the bridge and left the original suicide note so that way, no one would question where he'd gone.
Not that there was anyone to really question it, anyway. Ghost had made sure of that. He wished he could say he had some idea of Ironic retribution when he did all of it, but really, he just wanted the bastard to be miserable.
Ghost remembered the period after Roba. He'd been so fucking miserable. And he meant that in the most pathetic, deprived way. He'd woken up every fucking day in hell. Doing everything was awful because there was always some reminder of what had happened to him, somewhere.
He knew Rodolfo had experienced similar feelings, too, after they'd gotten back. He had been...quite frankly a mess. It was okay, because Ghost hadn't minded holding that mess together, but... every sob, every cry of pain... it'd made Ghost have one desire. One drive. One goal.
He'd wanted Shawn to feel the same way.
So, maybe he'd gone overboard with just how miserable he'd made Shawn's life but... he didn't feel bad. How could he? Shawn deserved every minute of it. He hadn't wanted him to commit suicide, but finding out that had been his plan...
Hell, it was the first time he'd ever really understood what a feeling of "glee" was. He'd made that bastard hate waking up so much he was prepared to end it.
If he'd wanted to die, though, he could have just called Ghost and Ghost would have gladly taken care of it for him.
Painfully. But it would happen. Now... it was going to happen slow. Painfully as well but god it was going to be so slow. Ghost couldn't wait.
He moved away from Shawn. "See... were this about five years ago, I'd use the videos you took and torture you exactly how you tortured Rodolfo. Make you feel everything you did to him. But... I wasn't creative back then. I didn't know how to torture quite as effectively as I do now."
Shawn watched him, now clearly confused. Curious. The human brain was fascinating. He didn't want to have what was going to happen happen but... he had to know what Ghost was talking about.
"I'm also not a fucking rapist." Ghost pointed out, gesturing to Shawn.
Shawn rolled his eyes. "I suppose I should take it as an honor. Being tortured by the Ghost."
"Ghost isn't going to torture you." Ghost turned to Shawn and shrugged. "Had you taken Mactavish or Vargas or Price... Maybe Garrick... Ghost would have tortured you. But... you took Rodolfo."
Ghost reached up and pulled off his mask. "This is so much more personal, now."
Shawn seemed confused before his eyes widened in horror. His breath quickened and Ghost watched him struggle against his binds but he had to know there was no getting out of this, now.
"Oh? Where's that cockiness from before. You should be more honored. You're being tortured by Simon Riley." Ghost laughed. "It's not something many get the pleasure of experiencing."
"I let you go!" Shawn pleaded. "Surely that has some standing."
"Yeah. But you were stupid enough to let me go. So... I have to do this on principle, now." Ghost shrugged, picking up the tools and turning them over. Knives, scalpels... A car battery with the cables... Alejandro had provided most of the items.
Ghost had found the rest.
Ghost picked up a bottle of bleach, slowly uncapping it. He didn't want to speak for this part. He just wanted to act.
He harshly pinched Shawn's nose and forced his head back, dumping the bleach down his throat. Shawn tried to fight it but Ghost had gotten good at clamping his hand over the nose and forcing the head back.
You could tell yourself you would close your mouth, but your body wouldn't listen.
When Ghost was done, Shawn immediately lurched forward, making Ghost jerk back. He vomited blood and bile all over himself and Ghost made a face. "Gross." He muttered, but continued with what he was doing.
When Shawn was done, he put tape over his mouth so he couldn't puke up anything else. "You made a mess." Ghost sighed.
Shawn's head fell back and he was staring at the ceiling, tears in his eyes. Ghost saw flashes of brown eyes doing the same and he decided he wanted those gone.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
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I have a torture scene set up, if it's wanted, but if not, here's the tortureless one.
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reggies-eyeliner · 1 year
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THE CLASSIC MATCHUP - @chryaelous
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-> THE COZY FALL LIFE [ RIVER X ROBIN BUCKLEY! ]
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#now playing ... LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO by hozier!
you got together through steve harrington. i do not make the rules. he would hear the phone ring from his best friends at 2 in the morning, and both of you would start talking about each other for hours, and robin would always end with "alright, but don't tell her, steve or i swear to god-"
he played intermediary for months listening to the hopeless mutual pining between you two, and the day you finally got together officially, he seemed more hyped up than both of you combined
all three of you are best friends i do not make the rules this is canon i am literally robin's scoops hat i can confirm
robin also canonically enjoys reading + learning new languages, so after hearing about your passion for writing oh my GOSH she got so hyped up hello?? she will hype up and read your writing to whatever extent you'd like + learn phrases in new languages and tell you them from time to time !! robin has a whole bunch of interests that she loves to talk about (ex: dantes inferno from rebel robin AHHH I LOVE REBEL ROBIN)
the fall vibes are far too real between you two. i'm. listen. LISTEN. while robin isn't a big fan of long hikes, with you, conversation feels like the easiest thing in the world-- she never feels like she's talking too much because you can assure her that you enjoy listening, but she will always always make sure that you are heard. if your voice ends up getting ignored during a discussion, she will hands-down be the very first to tell everyone to "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO RIVER" and listen to you talk for hours on end
even though robin has a tendency to be pessimistic, she will always bring herself to limit it and choose to see the bright side, especially around you. robin similarly doesn't enjoy dealing with tricky situations and enjoys seeing the middle ground, but when necessary, she isn't afraid to speak her mind when she knows it counts
(and everything always counts with you)
not only does your dynamic fit "lazy saturday mornings," you particularly value "cozy friday evenings [6pm-2am]" in which you both draw/write/talk together whenever necessary :-)
whenever robin senses something is wrong, she doesn't hesitate to ask you-- she won't go directly to you right away, but if she notices you look too overwhelmed in a crowd, or your smile isn't meeting her eyes, or maybe even your social battery is running out, she'll silently take your hand and squeeze, and look at you with the softest eyes, like you're her entire world and nothing else matters (and you definitely are)
RANDOMIZED TROPE:
" accidental friends to lovers "
-> you two were the last people to realize you were dating. steve, ever the intermediary, had worked hard to ensure that you both got together, but had to try so hard to not just scream into oblivion, because oh my gOSH one of you has to start saying something?? he pulls his hair out because it is so obvious because robin looks at you like you're the literal sun, and he wants nothing more than to find a way to forcibly put you two together. when you both finally realize that you had technically been in love the entire time and were never just "friends," everything clicked, and to harrington's relief, you two got together. robin was beyond ecstatic to know she got to be accompanied by someone like you <33
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THE DOTING DARLINGS - [ RIVER X GEORGE KARIM ]
#now playing ... PATIENT IS THE NIGHT by the blasting company
oh my gosh from the looks of it george stares at you like you're the sun and he is the moon like . he constantly reflects your brightness and it's so sweet and so genuine that lucy literally throws up every time she sees it
when i tell you THIS MAN is willing to fill in that awkward silence or bring headphones in loud areas or think of the best distractions of all time HE IS RIGHT THERE
he's beyond impressed by your writing/drawing skills and loves when you doodle/write song lyrics/words on the thinking cloth, nothing makes him happier than seeing that you're passionate about something
WILL SET TIME TO JUST . have tea and biscuits together even if it's like mid-crime scene and that is just something only he would do for you
expect him to struggle with finding time to spend with you that isn't related to a case; his head is full of every possibility and worrying thought that it "cancels out" sometimes, so with each opportunity he gets, he is so so willing to spend it with you
he knows you listen to people a lot, so he wants to be the first to listen to you as well :((<333
RANDOMIZED TROPE:
" forced proximity "
-> it wasn't george's idea for you to spend the night in his room after a long day of research, it was mostly because there happened to be a not-so-great storm, and all the lights along the street shut down. that also meant the heaters stopped working, and a world without heaters was not a world he could bear to live in. hugs and warmth ensue with cups of (lukewarm) tea.
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a/n: thank you so so much for the request!! i had an absolute blast writing this, thank you so much! sending so many hugs your way, if you need me to change anything let me know >:] <3 (ALSO BWAHAHA DID YOU CATCH THE OTGW REFERENCE I LOVE OVER THE GARDEN WALL SO MUCH)
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Story of a villain - Part 2
Hi, Dabi stans, here is the translation of the second part of my fanfiction (it isn't posted anywhere else, btw)
In case you haven't read or want to read the Part 1 of Story of a villan.
As I mentioned before, it is written from a male POV (Dabi's POV), it has a explicit smut parts, includes a little self-loathing, original characters (but the female lead doesn't have a name so you can pretend it's you)
I decided to use the word "part" instead of "chapter" because I actually merged a lot of small chapters I've written before, I'm trying to make it fit in 3 parts so this is the middle of the whole thing and I'm going to say that is so satisfying to write a love story this way, I've never done this before and I highly recomend it now.
The first part has +7000 words and this part has +8000 words, there are no big descriptions of places or time because I tried to write it as a light novel, feel free to send me messages to correct my gramar or if you have any comment about the times not making sense or anything else.
Anyway, I hope you like it.
PART 2
Slowly, we became more than what we were already, the family that we chose. Together we found an apartment – smaller than her former place, but nicely located – and for almost a month, I managed to kill most of my old habits, but it costed me, the old me was screaming in the back of my mind next to my thirteen-year-old corpse.
Some nights, we talked about the future before sleeping and I noticed the way she smoothed the ground, patiently helping me to feel safe and at home; she had no idea my home is wherever she is.
Then, I got a job under a fake name. I went from drug dealing in dark alleys to torturing people and now I was a security guard at a downtown club known as Beanie and One Day.
“You’re sketchy as fuck” said the manager, a mid-forty man named Tanaka Haru, “can you throw jerks out the door?”
“I’m not that strong”, I admitted.
He doubted, but I got the job. I got the name, the place, the girl; but it wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t satisfied at all; and only to make things worse, her mother came to our place one morning after my babe went to work, she looked around and tried to bribe me to leave her daughter alone.
“I love your daughter,” I told her clearly.
“You’re ruining her life!” she accused me. “I talked to her father and if you don’t get out of her life for good, he’ll remove her from the company”
I grinned and she looked at me as if I was crazy.
“You wouldn’t. You care too much about what other people thinks”
“Oh, believe me, we would and we will take her out of the country after that, so don’t get too comfortable in this dumpster you brought her to live with you. Take the money, you clearly need it if this is the best you can get” she disappeared ­— she had a teleportation quirk too.
I looked out the window, a black car that was park outside started up and fled immediately; that was probably hers. I wanted to burn the card and money she left, but I let it there, kept the card in my pocket.
When my babe came home, I noticed she was upset too.
“Wanna eat outside?” she asked me.
As we walked, she started to point out all of the benefits of the new place, it made me sad how hard she was trying to convince herself she was okay without all of her privileges.
I couldn’t keep it in anymore:
“Your mom visited” She stopped walking, so I stood there too, “Did you talked to your father today?”
“What did she say?”
Something horrible was going on inside her head, it was obvious, I showed her the card.
“She offered money to separate us”, I burned it “She said you were supposed to go to your parent’s house that night, but I guess you knew that already.”
“I finally got you” she said, “I got you, I can’t be the one who leaves. I started over, I’m adapting”
“No, you’re not”
“Yes, I am!” she looked at me, her gaze was reddish, irritated, I sighed.
“Did you cry today, baby?”
“Don’t treat me like a kid!” she ran her hands through her hair in exasperation.
“I’m not doing that, I see it in your eyes.”
She swore she was fine, but it wasn’t true. After eating, we took the long way home, as we walked in the building her mother’s words resonated in my mind: “you’re ruining her life”.
My babe smiled at me when we entered, put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, I closed the door behind us… and clothes started falling on the floor.
If she could smile like that and still embrace me as tenderly as she just did, how could I still believe that her mother was right? I totally screwed her and she was happy with it.
“You still haven’t got your period, you should get tested,” I suggested her when we were done.
“Are you worried?” she put on my shirt.
“I don’t wanna be like our parents”
“Me neither, but it’s too soon to know”
It was killing me and I wondered how she managed to keep it cool and if she even wanted to have kids. I never asked, we never talked about it, I assumed it was off the table.
My heart ached just thinking about it.
Doing a regular job was way boring than I thought it would be, but it helped get my mind distracted; at the end of the shift, the bartender –a mid-thirty man named Haruma— would serve some drinks and the manager  pointed out all the things that should be improved.
“You’re new” I heard a soft voice behind me, a girl’s voice, one of the girls that dance around the place to keep a fun mood sat next to me.
“Hey, Momo, I didn’t see you tonight” Haruma smiled at her, brought another glass for her.
“I kept sober tonight, there are less jerks lately,” she said looking at me.
“Thanks to the new guy!” the manager put his thumbs up for me.
“I suspected it”, she smiled “I’ve been watching you, you got a big reputation”
“He does?” Haruma asked. I tensed.
“Yeah, girl’s notice his cute face and whisper about his scars, how did you get them?”
She pissed me, but the bartender was paying attention.
“Did it myself”
“How?” she wanted to know.
“That’s none of your business”
“I heard you got a fire quirk, Miura” Haruma was too amicable for his own good.
“Really?” Momo giggled. I just nodded and she put her hand on my arm. “I got a water quirk”
I pulled my arm away and jump up the chair immediately; she literally watered me and soaked my jacket sleeve.
“The fuck’s wrong with you?!”
She laughed and grinned.
“I guess we’re not compatible”
I could see that she was insane and I shouldn’t even look at her but she annoyed me.
“Momo, are you okay?!” the manager yelled from the other side of the club.
“That was uncalled for, Momo” the bartender reprimanded her, “Don’t take it bad, Miura, she’s not good socializing, that’s all”
“Put a sign on her next time!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, I can’t wait for the next time” she giggled.
“Don’t be rude” Haruma reproached her again.
I just left. It was still dark; when I got home, my babe was sleeping. We spent little to no time together since I got this job; I took a shower before getting into bed with her and she opened her beautiful sparkly eyes as I laid next to her.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered “Didn’t mean to wake you up”
“How was your night?”
“It was fine”
“Good” she mumbled and closed her eyes again. I tucked her hair behind her ear and she sighed, “You smell nice”
I cuddled her and fell asleep in a minute.
The smell of something very delicious woke me up, I went to the kitchen and saw Hana.
“I’m sorry, were we being too loud?” my babe asked. I shook my head, still sleepy.
“It was the bacon, right? Come, sit” Hana was cooking. “I like your new apartment, it’s close to where I live so I thought I could come and eat breakfast together, I didn’t mean to disturb. It’s nice to see you’ve taken care of your skin” she walked to me and analyzed my face, “but I see a couple of dots near under your eyes, they don’t look like moles”
“It’s nothing,” I said and she left it.
I ate in silence and went back to bed, but I could still hear them talk:
“Did you tell him?” Hana asked.
“No, he won’t take it well”
“You should tell him, though”
I swallowed the bad feeling and slept, but I didn’t rest well.
“What could it be?” I thought before falling asleep, “Did she get tested?”
It clicked my mind: she was pregnant, it was obvious and expected —not “we wanted this” type of expected, but “it had to happen” type. I cooked dinner and waited for her.
Time passed slowly, I called her and she didn’t answer; it’s something that never happens.
“Where are you?” Sent.
A few minutes later, she was writing.
“With Hana” Read.
“At the hospital?” Sent.
“At her place” Read.
I had a bad feeling.
“You OK?” Sent.
“Of course, my love. See you later” Read.
I wasn’t gonna let it slide. I had Hana’s phone number; I just never sent her a text or called her before. No, I did when they were in high school— I thought and called her:
“Hi, hi” she answered.
“Hi, are you having dinner or something?” I asked.
“Who’s this?” she asked, “Oh, Dabi, hi, why do you ask me that?”
I swallowed my saliva as I realized.
“You’re not together”
“I feel like I missed something, I’m sorry, I’m at ER right now and you called me out of the blue…”
“What were you talking about this morning?” I wanted to know.
“This morning? You were there”
“When I left you two alone, that one thing I won’t take well”
There was a brief silence.
“I’m gonna tell you, but act like you don’t know, okay?”
“Why?”
“It’s not that bad. You know the way her parents are and she had to do this, believe me, she didn’t have a choice, well she did but the other choice was something totally irrational and…”
“Spill it, Hana”
“They set her a date with some wealthy prick, she already knows him from college and he’s an idiot, she had to go, trust me, trust her, she’ll just go to dinner with him tonight and it’s done, please don’t freak out”
“Where?”
“I don’t know” she mumbled, “I swear. She mentioned it but I’ve never been there, it’s new and stylish, the kind of place her mom adores; I just know it opened this week”
That was the only clue I needed.
“Do you know when they’re supposed to meet?”
“Please just let it slide, they must be there already, she’ll be home real soon”
“Thanks” I hung up. I had to see the wealthy prick.
If they met in college I had someone in mind, I hated thinking about it. Searched online for newly opened restaurants and went straight to the one that looked more stupidly pompous.
It had big fucking crystal doors but no windows, I had to go in; the host welcomed me with a fake smile:
“I’m sorry. We have a dress code, sir”
I ignored her and walked in, looking around, she followed me, heard some gasps and I saw them. I fucking saw the same asshole that used to stalk her back in college and felt the anger heating inside my chest.
A waiter addressed me: “I’m sorry, gentleman, but you have to respect…”
“Who’s manning that table?” I pointed them.
“I’m sorry again; I can’t give you that info…”
I walked to them, she hadn’t see me but I stopped when she stood up and spilled her wine on his face. He got up too, a waiter jumped in offering a napkin and I hurried to the table.
“You’re still the same immature little girl, I see” the prick said walking towards her, I reached him just in time, put my hand on his shoulder.
“Long time no see, fucking loser”
She widened her eyes surprised; she really didn’t noticed I was there until now.
“Who the fuck are you?” he looked at me confused; I grinned and let a little blue blaze out my hand on his shoulder.
“You forgot about me? That’s sad, I remember you perfectly, fucking asshole”
He squealed like a little bitch, I perfectly saw in his eyes when he remembered; she jumped in and pushed me back.
“Dabi, let’s go” she said while pushing me “Let’s go, let’s go”
I let go of his shoulder and stepped back, grinning like a devil, mad as fuck:
“Damn, you’re lucky we’re at a fancy place!”
“Please, let’s go!” she took my hand and pulled me, we rushed out of the restaurant, when we were outside I confronted her:
“Why did you do this?”
“Why did you do that?!” she reproached me.
“No, there’s no possible way you can turn this on me, what the fuck happened?”
She looked at me as if she was completely out of her mind before turning her back on me, and walked away.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I followed her.
“Home! I need to change!”
“You need to explain!”
“No! How did you find out?” she bawled, “Why are you here? Why…?”
I reached her hand and stopped her, people walked around but I had to see her face; she was turning red but she wasn’t crying.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t been there?” I asked calmly.
“I would’ve teleported out of there,” she said, but I know she wouldn’t have done that. “I would’ve go home, like I’m trying to do now” she hugged herself.
She was gorgeous; wearing a red dress and her hair up, she looked like a movie star or a model. I really wanted to fight for this, but I also wanted to take her home and make love to her fully dressed like that.
“You asked Hana, didn’t you?” she looked at me, still upset, and I nodded.
“Let’s go home,” I said, put my arm around her waist and walked with her.
“Yeah, I really wanna change” she mumbled.
“No, keep it” I said with a smirk and I saw her smiling too.
“Wanna take shortcuts?” she asked and pulled me to the first dark alley we saw.
Teleporting with her was like jumping, except you don’t feel the fall; she wrapped her arms around me. When I first met her she could teleport in a radio of fifty meters —she was awesome–, by now she can do over a kilometer, maybe two.
We’ve done this before and I trusted her, but it still made my legs wiggle, she kissed me with each jump, avoiding street lights, avoiding CCTVs, when we were near the building, she stopped and I felt my legs wiggling like jelly.
She mocked me but I didn’t mind; we ran to the apartment like kids running home after school, this was the kind of things that made me fall for her despite… everything. When I’m with her, the rest of the world vanishes.
We made out in the elevator and barely managed to open the door in-between all the kissing, laughing and touching. We were role-playing and she was being incredibly clumsy.
“Oh no, mister robber, please don’t hurt me with your giant… tool.”
We laughed. She was doing it on purpose, no matter how serious I tried to be, she was faking a voice, she had to be a dummy.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you but the only valuable thing in this place is me”
I gazed her body up and down. What a woman, I thought and I took my jacket off.
“So what would you do if I went to touch you now?” I aimed to touch her waist and she stepped back grinning, very professional. I bit my lip.
“Oh no, please, my husband will be back soon!” she exclaimed.
“Then I gotta hurry” I touched her arm and she teleported us to the bed, I wasn’t expecting it but kept it cool and took my shirt off, I felt her hands going up touching my abdomen, “Stay in character, honey”
“Shit, nooo, mister robber, what are you doing to me?” she said as I took her underwear down her legs.
“Enough is enough!” I couldn’t keep it together anymore, kissed her deeply, suck her tongue into my mouth while putting two fingers inside her, and massaged her clitoris with my thumb. The red dress was almost as soft as her skin.
She moaned and undid the button of my jeans. I wanted to scold her for being so bad at role-playing but it could wait ‘till morning. We had a rope in the nightstand for this kind of situations; I tied her wrists together and let my jeans fall down.
She looked at me with thirsty eyes as I put on a condom and let a sigh out when I dived deep inside her; I kept a hand down on her hips and covered her mouth with the other while licking and sucking her precious neck all the way from her collarbone to her ear.
Soon, I forgot about the role-play too, kissing her deeply while she clawed her fingers on my hips and pulled me in desperately as I pulled out; she already wanted to come. I pulled out and turned her on her stomach, she lift her ass and I dived into her again while playing with her clitoris.
She buried her face on the pillow and I left my weight fall a little on her, put my ear on her scapula and felt her taking long deep breaths. I felt her loose strength as she was coming done. I pulled out, still hard as fuck, to allow her to turn around.
“I think we ripped the dress” she sighed.
“Shit, I loved this dress”
“I could tell how much you loved it” she said when I untied her wrists and checked the hour. “If you’re getting late, let’s make it worth”
She gave me that smile she has when she’s expecting another round.
That night my pay was deducted a thirty percent, but I was so satisfied that it could’ve been completely deducted and I wouldn’t mind.
The next few days felt like a honeymoon, not only because the sex, everything was suddenly working out. I spent so many years thinking I would never fit into a normal lifestyle, obsessed about heroes and becoming the best of them... Or maybe I’m very printable, I thought.
I was obsessed with the hero’s path because my father was a hero himself. He is still a hero. Now I was living with someone that always lived a regular life and I could live like that only because of her.
“Did you ever think about becoming a hero?” I asked her. She looked at me, confused.
“We’ve had this talk before”
I remembered the first time that I saw her, she was training her quirk behind her parent’s back. She was too mad at them because her life was made since the day she was born, she didn’t have siblings like me because her mother hated being pregnant, therefore she had no voice in their house. Training her quirk at a crack house was her only rebellious phase.
That and dating me.
“How could you fall for me?” I asked.
She laughed.
“Remember that day I jumped off the roof and you screamed you loved me? You already knew I can teleport anywhere, anytime, but you were so desperate thinking I was trying to kill myself. We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live, how could we ever just be friends?”
That was an embarrassing memory, I really believed she was done with her life and her parent’s expectations and I ran upstairs to that roof. She jumped before my eyes and my hands couldn’t reach her, of course I was desperate and I screamed.
“You were so cute” she sipped her cup of coffee with an annoying grin.
“If you’re pregnant I’m telling that story someday”
She stared at me, blushing until her face turned all red.
“You manipulated me” I said and she laughed.
“Maybe I did” she admitted. “I liked you but I never thought you loved me”
On my day off, I went to the mall attempting to buy a coffeemaker like the one my babe had before, but of course, I couldn’t afford the exact same machine so I had to buy the next best option.
I was waiting in line to pay, when I notice the woman in front of me had white hair with red stripes. It’s not possible, I thought, chill – but I couldn’t resist myself and tried to look at her face. She noticed and looked back.
“I’m sorry” she said immediately when she made eye contact - took me by surprise, “are you in a hurry? My cart’s full, you can pass before me” she offered politely.
“I’m good” I said. That was definitely my sister.
“Okay” she said and she looked at me timidly, it made me wonder…
“What’s the matter?”
If maybe, she did recognize me.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you like that” she stuttered. “It’s just…” she looked at my black hair “that you look like someone that I miss”
She’s lying, I thought and swallowed my saliva nervously, stay calm, stay calm.
“What?” I asked.
Don’t fuck things up, do it for her.
“Someone that I knew, I meant someone that I knew,” she lied, “I’m sorry, I felt nostalgic for a moment, you can go before me, seriously,” she offered again.
“Fine” I said as I walked by her side, “thanks”
“You’re welcome” she smiled.
Not only my hair or my piercings, my voice is different, I thought, but she knows. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled.
Or maybe I’m losing my grip again. Forget it, forget them.
Back home, I questioned myself if I should place the coffeemaker as if it has always been here or if I should’ve wrapped it with a bow and all.
I called Hana and she laughed at me.
“I’m sorry, that’s so cute. I think you should place it there and count the minutes, we can make a bet about how long it will take her to notice”
“She’s a caffeine maniac, she’ll notice immediately”
“Na-uh, it’ll take her like ten minutes at least, pregnancy makes woman very absent-minded. I can see her using the French press and then…”
“What?”
“What?” she shut the fuck up.
“That thing you said about pregnancy”
There was a brief silence and she said nervously:
“Oh no! A car crashed somewhere and I need to go, bye”
I stayed standing like an idiot for a couple of minutes, staring at the coffeemaker. It wasn’t like I didn’t suspected it or I didn’t know, but the fact that Hana knew her period was late and seemed to have confirmed she was pregnant didn’t sit well.
I felt betrayed.
Searched online everything about pregnancy symptoms, I also felt curious about what to do with a newborn, I read everything I found and it was so much to handle, I felt the urge to throw up.
“I can’t do this” I said to myself while scrolling down my phone’s screen. I remembered my father. “I won’t be like him”
Rage filled in. I tried to picture it: the baby, a real baby.
What if they have my quirk?
What if they have my weakness?
I felt the urge to leave.
If they don’t have a quirk, it’d be fine.
If they have my babe’s quirk, it’d be fine.
My mind was tricking me, asphyxiating me.
I put my phone on the table and left the apartment, walked around the building, then wandered further and faster; almost running.
I saw a couple of those stupid heroes on the other side of street.
What if they want to be a hero?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped walking.
“My love?” I heard her voice, but couldn’t see her. “Dabi. What are you doing here?”
I looked around, everything was numb and she appeared before me. Perfectly normal, glowing eyes looking in mine, she took my hand and intertwined our fingers.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Tell me”
She was like gravity, bringing me back down to the cold hard ground.
I can’t fuck this up, I thought. I pulled her closer to me and whispered in her ear:
“I missed you”
“I’ve got something to tell you” she whispered back.
“I’ve got a gift for you”
She smiled.
On the way home, I told her about my little trip to the mall, she listened careful; she could be strange and mad, but she always understood when it comes to me – to my family’s mess. Even though we were raised in completely different types of asylums.
“Welcome home, cheater” I said when we were walking inside the apartment, she looked at me as if I was crazy.
“What?” she asked.
“Hana told me” I crossed my arms trying to look dead serious “Is she the father?”
She realized and burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked her, she was holding her stomach and covering her mouth but couldn’t hold it in.
“I’m so-I’m sorry” she laughed and laughed, completely out of control, “I was gonna get so angry if you were accusing me for real of cheating. You can be so dramatic sometimes, I love you”
“When where you gonna tell me?” I wanted to know.
“Well, you know, I was gonna walk in with a baby one day and…” I stared at her, I was done with the jokes and she saw it in my face “My love, I just found out, I swear”
“When?”
“Hana took the blood sample and she sent me a message with the results this morning, I promise you I was gonna tell you at dinner”
I gasped for air and pointed at the box in the kitchen.
“Oh my God, Dabi!” she covered her mouth and jumped in excitement like a kid, “thank you, thank you, thank you!” she hugged me before unpacking it.
She looked so happy. Then, I remember what I read about caffeine during pregnancy and tried to take it away.
“I’m returning it” I said.
“What?!”
“Caffeine isn’t good for the baby” I lifted the coffee machine when she tried to take it back from my hands, “You’re gonna settle with a cup per day from now on”
“HELL NO!”
She turned into a demon in order to take over the coffeemaker again. What did I just get into?, I thought as I found myself losing a battle to her for the first time in forever. I sat out the door in the hallway during thirty minutes until she forgave me for trying to do things right.
A week passed but I felt frozen in time, she made an appointment for an echography and I knew I had to go, I said I would, but I missed it. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t showed me anything, as if it didn’t happen.
I could feel when I’d come back from work, every time I laid in bed next to her she’d wake up and stare at me. I felt the silent pressure of her gaze and for a fortnight, there we were acting indifferent to each other. No sex, no fights, no talking.
One night after work, I was with the bartender, killing time, when our boss joined us:
“So… ho-how are you?” he asked me directly.
“Fine”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing” Haruma said, “but he doesn’t open up no matter how much whiskey I put…”
“Whiskey?” Tanaka gave him a look, discontent, tired and sighed making a sign to pour a glass for him before turning back to me “Anyway, you’ve done a decent job but lately, you’re scaring the clients – real clients, not just your target clients, it’s not good for the business”
Maybe they can relate, I thought, maybe I should let a wall down.
Our boss was expecting me to say something and Haruma was really bad at pretending he wasn’t into the conversation.
“Do you… have children?” I asked in a very low tone.
“Fuck no” the manager puffed.
“No, no, no, no” Haruma shook his head frenetically, then he asked with a childish smile “Is your girlfriend pregnant?”
I didn’t answer.
“Kids are cool, I dated a single mom once,” he continued.
“Hey, don’t say weird things” Tanaka scolded him.
“But it’s true! She was older…” Haruma started a narrative but he was too into himself that he didn’t notice no one was paying attention.
“Now I understand” my boss seemed concerned, “How do you feel about it? Shock? Sad? Wanna go and buy cigarettes?”
I looked down, he was seeing right through me.
“I should give her a call” Haruma finished his story with a longing sigh. “Hey is it true woman turn lustful when they’re pregnant?”
I gave him a cold stare and he made a face, realizing he fucked up.
“I’ve seen you picking up girls almost every night, how come you haven’t gotten anyone pregnant?” I asked him and the manager scolded him again, attempting to hit him from across the table.
“I’ve told you to stop a fucking thousand times, that’s why they never come back! You fucking piece of shit!”
“Dabi, how could you?” Haruma avoided every hit like he was used to this.
“And ain’t you married?” I addressed Tanaka, he had a wedding ring on his finger.
“Yes, to a man” he said resolute.
“I’m sorry we can’t advise you, Dabi”
“You’re on your own, kid” the manager patted my shoulder while pouring some more whiskey for himself.
“But I’m curious about something” Haruma put his face on his hand, awkwardly close to mine. “Are you in love?”
His breath hit my nose; the manager sighed and I couldn’t shut up: “I am madly in love, I cannot breath when she’s not near, I love her”
“Aww that was sweet” Haruma smiled.
“You could’ve been a detective if you’d stayed at school” the manager said to Haruma.
“Yeah, but bartending is fun” Haruma said with a sly grin. I looked at him confused, and he explained immediately: “My quirk forces people to be brutally honest. One day I asked my father why he was mean to me and he said he hated me because I killed my mom during labor”
Our boss lighted a cigarette for himself.
“You know it’s not true”
“Well I didn’t kill her, it’s not possible, but she died and he blamed me my whole life. I dropped high school and left his house, I’ve been on my own since then”
“So you’re in love, that’s why Momo couldn’t pull you up” Tanaka smiled at me, “that’s a relief, she’s the reason I had to fire the guy before you”
“That and he was also a jerk” Haruma said.
“He was tall and strong…”
“I hated him!” Haruma insisted.
“He was perfect for the job until she messed with him!”
“Then why didn’t you fire her? He was an asshole, you just can’t admit it because he’s your type!”
They started and argument and I had to leave. It was early; the daylight was clearing the streets as I was walking home. If I was so in love and if I had pictured us as a family before, why was I so nervous? Why did I feel like I could go away on my own at any given minute?
I stayed in the living room for a moment, took a bath and went back to the couch; she came out of the room and looked at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked. My body moved by itself, walked towards her and hugged her, “Did something bad happen?”
“I never asked you how you feel about this. I never asked you if you want this. I assumed you were fine because I’m here but I have no idea what’s going on or what to do to make things right”
In other words, I was an idiot.
She hugged me back, her nose snorted and I felt her crying on me as she ranted:
“I had no idea how to talk about this, I feel like a mess! I’m not doing good at my job and I can’t handle a household even when this is a smaller place. The other day I said ‘hi’ to a baby in the street and he cried! Then I cried and his mom was so nice, she comforted me when the baby stopped crying!”
She started to say unintelligible things and I just nodded and patted her back as she continued:
“What, when and how am I supposed to tell my parents? My mom is gonna bully me so hard if I cry when my own baby cries!”
She cried long and loud for good thirty minutes before getting ready for work, she used a couple of cold spoons to deflate her puffy eyes.
I was tired but I could barely sleep. I felt curious about Haruma’s quirk and how much information he could get out of anybody.
“I learned the hard way that pushing people’s boundaries is a double edge sword,” he told me. I thought it was because of his father, but he continued: “One time I took a girl home, I used to ask them what kind of stuff they like…“
He kept talking, he reminded me of Hana and despite I liked them both, I would never put them in the same room together.
“So, who is it?” he asked, “Your girlfriend?” I didn’t say anything and he smiled, “bring her one night, I’ll make some alcohol-free cocktails just for her and I’ll ask her whatever you wanna know, but… don’t resent me later”
Our boss appeared behind him and hit the back of his head.
“Don’t listen to a word he says, whatever you’re planning don’t do it” he warned us.
“Tanaka!” Haruma bawled, rubbing where he was hit.
“I heard ‘bring her’ and I don’t care who you’re talking about, you better don’t bring anyone to meet this slut man”
“Tanaka, that’s rude!” Haruma cried louder.
“Don’t be like this, Tanakun, let him bring her” Momo sat next to me, “I’m curious about the type of girl this idiot likes” She gave me a shiver “how many girlfriends did you say you’ve had?”
“I didn’t say” I said as I stood up to leave.
“See you tomorrow, Dabi!”
Haruma and our boss said goodbye, but as soon as I was walking out, I felt somebody following me. She didn’t even hide.
“Stop the stalking” I told her when she approached me.
“It’s not stalking, I’m just walking in the same direction that you are” she defended herself, but this wasn’t the first time she tried to follow me.
“Okay, walk then” I made a sign with my hand to let her pass in front of me and she smiled.
“Are you going to walk behind me? Do you like that kind of stuff, Dabi, chasing pretty girls on lonely streets?”
“There are no pretty girls in this street, just go your own way” I said as I walked back to the club, but she didn’t left me alone.
“You’ve never had another girlfriend, have you?” she asked, “Maybe you should sleep with other girls so you could see that sex isn’t a fucking big deal, you don’t have to run away from me all the time!”
I arrived and saw Haruma and Tanaka closing the door.
“Did you forget something?” Tanaka asked, but I shook my head.
“Where you going? Wanna share a taxi?” Haruma asked.
They lived in the opposite direction, but I nodded. Haruma complained a lot in the back of the taxi, he was saying it’s my fault that he had to share a taxi with Tanaka; I fell asleep.
I woke up when we arrived at Tanaka’s house. Haruma was there:
“I thought I’d have to carry you” he sighed in relief.
I tried to leave, but they didn’t let me.
“I know where you live” Tanaka said, “You’re running away from something. What is it? You forgot to collect laundry?”
Haruma laughed: “Married people are a different breed”
“We’re not married,” I said.
“Yet” Haruma said. “Oh! Tanaka, your husband”
A mutant came out of a room, a big, tall man with two pairs of arms and eyes. I tried not to stare.
“We didn’t mean to wake you up, Beanie, sorry” Tanaka said, but his husband said it was fine, they went to the kitchen and I noticed he was staring at me.
I smirked when I realized why the club’s name is Beanie and One Day.
“Do you know each other?” Haruma asked me and I denied it.
I started to receive a couple of messages from my babe.
“Don’t worry. See you at home soon” Sent.
“That’s not right” Haruma said, looking at my messages before taking over my phone, “Give me that!” he wrote something really fast and sent it, then took a picture and sent it. “Now we’re good”
My phone ringed a couple of times, Haruma read the messages and smiled pleased with himself.
Tanaka and his husband put a few plates and juice for us – his husband was drinking coffee.
“It’s good to see a new face, this never happens” his husband said politely. “What brought you here?”
“Momo” I said.
Tanaka jumped in his seat and his husband grinned.
“I told you that girl means troubles, nothing stops her ever, I knew it since she tried to mess with my nephew”
“We’ve had a long list of security guards,” Haruma told me.
“And why haven’t you fire her?” I asked Tanaka.
“Look, she’s harmless, she dances well, and she…”
“She’s an orphan” his husband interrupted, “and this guy over here has a terrible savior’s complex. Momo’s an orphan, Haruma was neglected and I suppose you…”
I nodded; he was kinda right. Tanaka exhaled:
“I’m gonna talk to her again, just give her time”
“Time for what?” Haruma asked him, “If she keeps trying to follow him she’s gonna do something stupid, you know her”
“Well, if I fire her she will come back as a client”
“Why she doesn’t cause you any trouble?” I asked Haruma.
“Oh, she likes tough guys and I’m a cinnamon roll”
Beanie laughed, squeezed Haruma’s cheek and said:
“It’s not just that, she likes to break her favorite toys”
“Here we go again” Tanaka rolled his eyes.
“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but you know I’m right” He finished his breakfast, “Listen, she doesn’t just wants to hook around, she likes breaking hearts, she likes to make guys obsessed with her and dump them like trash”
Haruma put his arm around my shoulders and pointed at my face.
“The thing with this guy is that he’s already obsessed with someone”
“Oh, a challenge, she hasn’t have to deal with someone in love before” Tanaka’s husband analyzed me, looking somewhat pleased.
“You should go to work, honey,” Tanaka said.
“Sure, I’m leaving, but I wanna know something first” he said and looked at me, “what’s your girlfriend like?”
Haruma smiled and asked too:
“Yeah, what is she like, Dabi?”
It hit me again; I recognized it this time, I immediately bursted out a ton of cheesy compliments about her image — like her captivating sparkly eyes, contagious laugh— and personality —how kind she is and tough at the same time. I felt exhausted when I was done and had to take a deep breath.
Beanie and Haruma seemed extremely satisfied. Tanaka looked at me worried. For myself, I think I fainted after that.
Suddenly, I was at my birth house.
I heard mom humming in the kitchen, Fuyumi was helping her to make dinner, I could smell it; Natsu crossed the front door and greeted me.
“When did you get here?” Natsu patted my back when he walked by.
“Touya, help us set the table” Fuyumi told me from the kitchen’s door. Mom smiled at me, behind her:
“Touya! Welcome home!”
I tried to reach them, I really tried, but the room stretched as Natsu, Fuyumi and mom stared at me from afar.
“Did you go to Sekoto Peak again, Touya?”
That man, my father, was by my side wearing a frown and the house disappeared and turned to the forest.
The forest was on fire, my blue fire, and my babe was standing there. I called her name but nothing came out of my mouth so I screamed – still nothing - and the flames embraced her but she didn’t move.
A bucket of cold water hit me and woke me up; Tanaka and Haruma were standing in front of me.
“What the fuck were you dreaming?!” Tanaka asked.
“Dude, your face!” Haruma looked at me terrified.
I touched my face, it was hot, and I used my phone’s camera to see the damage: a mark of burnt skin appeared around my collarbone. It wasn’t that bad.
“You seem to be used to burning yourself, it doesn’t hurt?”
“I am used to this, a friend fixed my face a couple of months ago” I sighed when I realized Hana was gonna kick me.
“A couple of months, then your girlfriend has seen you like this,” Tanaka mumbled.
“So we don’t have to worry about her getting back at us” Hamura sighed in relief, Tanaka looked at him in disapproval.
“Watch your words”
“It’s fine” I said, “Thank you… for everything”
“Thank you for not burning yourself to death”
“Tanaka, don’t say that!”
“I’ve done worse. I need to go home” I said.
Tanaka invited me to eat first and brought a burn cream for me; after that Haruma and I left, we were walking side by said when he started talking:
“Hey, about your thing with Momo…”
“I don’t have a thing…”
“My bad! It was a poor choice of words, but I wanted to let you know, she’s not like that. That thing Tanaka’s lovey dovey said before... Momo likes to make guys fall for her, but she’s scared of commitment.”
“So what?”
“I thought you could trick Momo into thinking you’d dump your girlfriend for her, you don’t have to go all the way with her. Just pretend she caught your eye, take her to the movies…”
“No”
“Well, it’s respectable. See you later!”
In the subway, I thought about inviting an iced coffee to my babe, so I took my phone to send a message and read all the stupid messages Haruma sent her.
“Hi hi, this is Haruma, a friend from work your fluffy-haired boyfriend made, he’s with me and our boss right now, we’re having a little reunion but don’t worry, we’ll return him later, safe and sound - pinky promise” Sent. Right after my last text.
“If he’s not friendly, why friendly shaped?” Sent, with a blurred picture.
“Hello, Haruma, thank you for taking care of him.” Read.
“Have fun” Read.
“Sorry, we broke him.” Sent with a picture of me sleeping on the couch.
“LOL, send me another please” Read.
[PIC][PIC][PIC][+7 PICs] Sent.
“TYSM♡” Read.
It’s like they’re speaking another language, I thought.
Then I remembered what I dreamed and tried to take it off my mind, but I couldn’t. I was just entering our neighborhood when she called me, except she wasn’t the person on the other side of the line.
A police officer introduced himself and explained a fucked up situation:
She was at the police station. There was an illegal use of her quirk. She caused a public disturbance. She had a verbal fight with a hero.
Each sentence the officer said was more ridiculous than the previous one, then he mentioned a car accident and I lost it.
At that moment, I wish I could teleport like her, but the only thing I could do was take a taxi. When I arrived, she was sitting in front of an officer’s desk, he was yelling something at her and she was quiet, just taking it.
“If she was in an accident why are you yelling at her?!” I yelled at the officer, she looked at me and jumped up, there were no visible injuries or scratches; the officer stood up too and a couple more hurried as if we were gonna fight.
“Is this your husband?” he yelled at her again, as if I wasn’t there.
“You bet I am!” I walked furious towards them.
“What the fuck did you tell him?” she asked him upset.
“What happened?” I wanted to hear it from her, but the officer didn’t let her talk.
“She caused a public disturbance when she verbally fought with a hero that was about to save a kid…”
“I already told you that is not what happened!” she exclaimed, absolutely mad, “that dickhead hero caused the car accident right after I saved the kid, check the goddamn CCTVs!”
“What hero?” I asked.
“Nobody important” she said calmly and turned back to the officer, “there were eyewitnesses and you, the goddamn police! Just took the hero’s word for granted! Fucking inefficient!”
He wrote something while shaking his head, I felt the urge to burn everything down but I looked at her, she was mad but she looked fine.
“Should I take you to the hospital?” I asked her but she refused.
“You can’t go anywhere until you pay the bail,” said the officer and pissed me off, I wanted to burn him to ashes.
“You should’ve start there” she reproached him with fire in her eyes, pulling her wallet out of her purse.
“And you still owe an apology to Beast Arms”
“He’s the one who should be apologizing!” she complained, “that fucking beast almost killed somebody”
She was distressed; it was all over her face. When we walked out of the police station, I hugged her and she cuddled, her scent filled my nose and I patted her back.
“I fucking hate heroes” she complained, “this was all his fault”
“Today was a long day for the both of us” I whispered. She touched my collarbone.
“I noticed,” she whispered back.
“What happened?” I still wanted to hear it from her.
“I was walking home and I saw a kid running, he crossed the street at a red light and I just teleported to get him and teleported back to the sidewalk with him. Out of nowhere, that dumbass hero jumped at the same time we appeared back in the sidewalk, and he didn’t just stopped the car, he crashed it! Can you believe it?! And it wasn’t just that car, the one behind it and another crashed too! It was madness! And the idiot looked around and saw me with the kid crying and addressed me as if I did something wrong, he jumped in too hard he could’ve smashed the poor kid!”
“Why was the kid crying?”
“He was trying to catch his puppy, that’s the worst part! I didn’t see the puppy, I just took the kid back to the sidewalk and the hero was yelling at me and I saw the poor thing lying dead in the middle of the street, so I yelled back at that stupid piece of shit! He’s supposed to be trained, he’s supposed to see the whole situation before jumping in to action, he could’ve save the puppy, but noooo!”
She kept ranting and moving her hands in the air and I was so enchanted by how much she depreciated that hero that I wished it was Endeavor the one that stood in her way. I would’ve killed to see the old man being reprehended by her in front of a crowd.
She was so into it that she didn’t notice I was taking her to the hospital to make sure she and the baby were fine. That night I saw for the first time an echography, the doctor said everything was normal but I felt like an idiot because I saw nothing on the screen.
They both laugh at me.
“It’s always hard for new parents, especially the dads” the doctor said, she was really nice, “I’m gonna show you something cool”
Suddenly Hana came in.
“Hi there! Whatchu doin?” She saluted playful as usual, but her eyes looked tired.
“Hana, shh” the doctor shushed her and my babe waved her hand.
A sound filled the room, it started as a numb beat and then it cleared… my babe closed her eyes and the doctor smiled. Hana covered her mouth with both hands and touched my arm while jumping in excitement.
“That’s your baby’s heartbeats,” she whispered but she probably wanted to scream.
I felt something warm in my chest, something I wasn’t able to put in words but it compared to the day I made blue flames, it filled me with joy somehow. I wished it would last forever.
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Thank you, Jerry~ Part 3
Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader Series
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Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasn’t expecting.
A/N: Miss me? I know you did, don’t lie. Lol anyways, here I am once again asking for forgiveness for disappearing along with the promise that it will probably happen again :) Part 4 is in the works and I know that I updated part 2 to this literally last year, but in my defense, time is irrelevant to me. Enjoy and please leave me feedback... dear god, please...
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Part 3: You’re a good listener for a dead guy
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You wake up easy this morning despite how late you ended up staying talking with Jerry. It’s weird, for what this friendship is, Jerry is really easy to talk to. As you roll over on your bed to grab your phone, your hand hits a little sticky note on top of it. You furrow your brows, peeling the note off your phone in confusion. The confusion turns into a small smile the moment you read the words scratched on it.
Good morning :)
- Jerry
It was nice waking up to a little message from Jerry, you felt really bad having fallen asleep in the middle of the conversation. You roll out of bed and stand in front of your photo montage on your wall. It didn’t feel right to have all these pictures of your friends and not include something- even something as small as a note- from your newest friend so you stuck Jerry’s note on the wall. It fit in well with some of the other memories you had up there.
You like it.
Even though you didn’t know, Luke was watching you put his little letter up on the wall. He wasn’t being a creepy stalker watching you, or at least he convinced himself, but he popped back in a few minutes ago just to make sure you were awake, and he caught the idea for a note and well, he couldn’t help himself. He stands idly in front of your closet with his hands stuck in his pockets as he rocks on his heels. You’re scribbling something on a little sticky note as well and Luke can’t get a good look until you finish, glance around your room in thought for a moment and stick the paper to the lamp with a nod.
Perfect, you smile to yourself before starting to get ready for the day. Luke wants to stay with you, to see if you want another conversation before but then he watches as you pause in the middle of the routine and clear your throat.
“Um, Jerry?” You begin, making Luke furrow his brows, “I don’t know if you’re here or not, but um… I have to change.”
Luke’s eyes widen as his cheeks heat up. He gives you one final glance, watching as you stand there unsure before he pops out of your room.
It’s quiet as you count to 10 in your head and shrug. “Well, that should be enough time.” You decide before moving to continue on with your routine and getting to school.
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Your name is screamed almost the moment you step foot in the front door. Widening your eyes, you look for the source of the scream, only to see Julie and Flynn heading your way. You relax, throwing a smile on your face for your new alive friends.
“Well, don’t you guys look excited.” You chuckle as they arrive in front of you, turning around and throwing their arms over your shoulders to walk into the school with you.
“Well, Julie here, has a gig tonight.” Flynn tells you, shooting a look to her best friend around you and you look at her as well, seeing the flustered yet proud smile Julie was wearing.
“It’s not a big deal,” Julie tells you both, but you can tell she was excited, “It’s just another gig. But we,” she gestures between her and Flynn, “thought it would be fun to invite you to come! You know, get a feel of the Los Angeles scene, listen to some music-”
“-And hang out with some really cool people.” Flynn smirks as she interrupts and you all laugh.
“Guys, I would love to come!” You pull them in for a quick side hug.
“Oh, look at this!” All of a sudden, the three of you stop in your tracks, much to your confusion. You look to Julie and Flynn, both of who were frowning at a girl with wavy blonde hair and a whole group of girls behind her. “The two weirdos have a third!”
“What do you want Carrie?” Julie sighs and crosses her arms the same time Flynn does. You look between the two a few times before copying their stance. Your mimicking earns a hum of a laugh from Carrie.
“Who’s your friend?” She says, eying you up and down.
“I’m Y/N.” you say after a moment of silence, not entirely sure what to say or do.
Carrie stares at you for a second longer before letting out another hum and turning to Julie. “Heard you were preforming tonight with your little hologram band. Hope you don’t choke!”
“I don’t do that anymore, Carrie.”
Carrie just smirks and takes a step closer. “We’ll see.” She says simply before pushing between you and Julie, the rest of her group following suit and separating you from Flynn as well. By the time they had passed, you were more than annoyed with all of them.
“Okay, who exactly was that?” you ask the two of them, watching Carrie walk away.
“That, that was Carrie.” Flynn sighs, joining you in watching.
“Just don’t listen to her.” Julie continues, although she wasn’t looking the same way.
“Yeah, Julie is gonna kill it tonight, just like she always does.” Flynn reassures her best friend, who smiles at her words. The three of you continue on your walk to class, talking more about this gig tonight as well as Julie and Flynn getting a small chance to know you better.
By the end of the day, you’ve gotten a better chance at knowing the duo and you were heading home with your head held high and two more numbers added to your phone. The moment you got back to your place, you call your best friend Kendall, wanting to tell her about Julie and Flynn but most importantly you wanted to tell her about going to see Julie and the Phantoms tonight. You hoped she would be as excited for you as you were about going.
Kendall, however, didn’t answer and when you called her again, it went straight to voicemail. You furrow your brows, glancing down at the contact photo you have saved for her with both of your smiling faces pressed cheek to cheek. It wasn’t unusual for Kendall not to answer, but the sending you to voicemail was new.
You shake your head, not wanting to believe anything bad about your friendship. Instead, you shoot her a text.
Guess who was just personally invited to the next Julie and The Phantoms gig by Julie herself! ME! Wish you could come :( miss u!
The notification the message was seen pops up right away, but after a few minutes there’s still no response. You hesitate before sending another message.
Hey, you ok?
Just like the first one, after the seen icon pops up, there’s no response from Kendall. Feeling dread creep up, you open Instagram, wanting to see if Kendall had posted anything. There was a post from a few days ago when she went to Meredith’s party but nothing more. She did, though, have a story posted from just an hour ago. The first thing that pops onto your screen is Kendall, happier than you’ve seen her since you told her you were moving. Underneath her was the words “time for a sleepover” and when the video pans over quickly, you can see fluffy blonde hair that most certainly didn’t match Kendall’s dark curls and with only the 5 second video to tell, you knew Kendall was having a sleepover with Meredith.
Your stomach falls as you close out of the video and your phone gently falls from your hands onto the bed, followed closely by your body.
It was at that moment that Luke pops back into your room, right as you let out the loudest groan you can muster. He wasn’t sure if you want your privacy or not, but he couldn’t just leave you there.
A pillow gently goes flying across the room and hits you square in the head as you look up, much confused. Then your desk chair starts spinning.
“Oh,” you sigh, “Hey Jerry.” You sit up when the pencil starts scribbling on the notepad on your desk and you read over Luke’s message asking if you were okay. A small, pathetic laugh escapes your lips before you can stop. “I’m fine.” You lie and Jerry apparently doesn’t trust you as the pencil taps the paper. You’re quiet for a moment, thinking over what to say as Luke scoots closer, unknown to you. He doesn’t like to see you upset like this. He might only have known you for a short time, but he doesn’t like it. “Do you have a person in your life that just gets under your skin? That will make your life a living hell and they don’t even have to have a reason?”
Luke chuckles dryly at your question, he’s had a couple people like that in his life, he knows how difficult it can be. He scribbles down a quick yes as your smile pokes through your face and then he underlines it a few times and your smile turns into a genuine soft laugh, already feeling a little better. Luke prides himself before he pauses. He might have made you feel better now, but you still need someone. “Want to talk about it?” he writes.
You stare at the paper, flicking through the corners of the pad for a moment before taking a deep breath. “When I was 13, this girl Meredith moved to my school.” You take a seat on your bed, watching as the desk chair starts drifting for a moment. “She was so different than anyone who went there and the first day, the very first day, she had everyone wanting to be her friend… and during lunch she sat down next to me.” Luke’s eyes never leave your face as he listens to your story. You pick at your bedsheets as you speak, letting your eyes drift towards the chair in front of you as if you could actually see Luke – see Jerry. “God, I thought I was so special but if I knew how much I would go through with her, I would’ve gotten up and walked away. It was like everything I did, she had to better and if she couldn’t, then I wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. She had to look prettier, so I facetimed her everyday with how I looked and if she thought I looked too good, then I had to change.” You stop for a second before shaking your head. “She was like Regina George in a 13-year-old body.”
You laugh at yourself, while Luke furrows his brows, mentally adding Regina George to the list of things you’ve mentioned that he needs to look up. His attention goes back to you when you stand up and walk over a picture you have strung on the wall and pull it off. Luke moves to look over your shoulder, seeing you with a barely-there smile while holding a second-place trophy.
“Anyways, that was over about a little over half a year ago when I got first place in a singing competition and Meredith, with her daddy’s money, decided to bride the judges to give her first.” You chuckle at Meredith’s desire to be better before sticking the photo back onto the wall. “I can’t believe it took me 4 years to finally say something to her, but I asked her why she did that and her response was ‘to make sure I knew I wasn’t good enough’ as if I hadn’t already won first-place.”
Luke wants to become visible for you at this moment. He wants to be able to wrap his arms around you and hug you so tightly so that you know that you were better than this Meredith girl could ever dream about being. He wants to know that he is here for you. He picks up the paper and pencil before holding the newly written paper out to you. “I’m sorry.”
He puts his hand on your shoulder, but it goes right though. However, at the exact moment he touches you, a warm feeling dances through your shoulder and you look down, wondering what the feeling could be. Luke’s chest stalls as you glance to his hand, he doesn’t know if you can feel him, you shouldn’t be able to, or at least he thinks. Julie’s never been able to, although he partially thinks he wouldn’t believe her if she says she could. Not that Julie would lie to them, it was just that there was so much about being ghosts that he doesn’t fully understand.
“Thanks for listening.” You sigh out to Jerry, already feeling a lot better just knowing you had someone to talk to, you’ve tried it with your parents, but all you got from them was the typical ‘but Meredith just seems like such a nice girl’. At least, Jerry isn’t like that. “You’re a really good listener for a dead guy.” Luke can’t hold back his laughs at your comment and only a second later you were laughing too but also hiding your hands in your face. “Oh, god, I hope you laughed at that because otherwise, I’m a total asshole.” You grumble, feeling the heat from your face pressing against the skin on your hands.
You only peak your eyes through the slits between your fingers as you hear the pencil tapping against the paper. Your eyes scan over the paper before the heat in your cheeks amplify and you’re left in a flustered silence.
Don’t worry, the paper said, I did… and you have a great laugh. :)
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Luke is 30 minutes late to rehearsal. Luke hates being late to rehearsal. Knowing the gig tonight was going to happen with or without this rehearsal, Julie, Reggie, and Alex decide to practice without him, despite how often each one of them throws glances to the clock hanging in the studio.
They had just finished a run-through of their newest song before collapsing on the couch and chairs. “Do you think he’s dead?” Reggie says the moment he can catch his breath properly. Julie and Alex just share looks with each other before staring at Reggie. “This is serious, why aren’t you saying anything!”
Alex sighs, staring at the bassist. “We’re waiting for your brain to catch up with your mouth.”
“Huh?” Reggie stares at the floor for a moment as he thinks back over the words he’s said. As Alex and Julie watch him as they move now from being annoyed to amused, they see the click in Reggie’s brain. “Oh right! The whole ghost thing, duh.”
Julie chuckles as Alex shakes his head fondly. She leans back in the chair, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “I’m sure he just lost track of time.”
Alex and Reggie agree with her assumption as they nod their heads. But Alex soon twiddles with his drumsticks, letting his worries get the better of him in this moment. “Anyone else notice he’s been kinda out of it lately?”
Reggie doesn’t need to think before he’s agreeing with his bandmate. “Yeah, and he’s been gone for really long a couple times these last few days too.”
“You don’t think there’s something going on with him, do you?” After Alex’s question, the three bandmates sit in silence for a moment, drinking their respective waters as they contemplate Luke’s location.
Julie smacks her hand on the top of her bottle to close it as she stands up, shaking her head. “It’s Luke.” She argues in hopes to make herself feel better. “I’m sure he’s fine. Besides, he’s probably just trying to find out where his parents went.”
It made sense, which is why Alex and Reggie also started to feel a little better about the situation, although they still felt awful for their best friend having lost his house and parents. “Well, did you figure out who the girl was who moved in?”
Julie frowns at Reggie’s question. “Maybe? I’m not sure. Flynn and I met someone, but I don’t know if it’s her just yet.”
Alex scrunches his brows and stands up to join the singer. “Why not?”
“I wasn’t about to say ‘Nice to meet you, what’s your address?’ to her on the second day we’ve talked.” Julie deadpans. “Look, she’s actually kind of cool.” Her smile becomes hard to hold back as she thinks about you and her being friends. “And I need more girl friends.”
“You have Flynn.”
“And you three live in my garage rent free.”
The boys freeze in their spots, looking at each other before saying at the same time, “Girl friends, yeah, they’re nice to have.”
“Yeah, you definitely should get more.”
Julie bites her inner cheek to hide her laugh towards the boys as they get ready to practice again. Alex was just about to count the three of them in before Luke appears, swinging his guitar over his shoulder. “Ready for rehearsal?” he asks acting as if he wasn’t late.
“Yeah, we were.” Alex tells him before pointing his drumstick towards the clock. “About 30 minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Luke sighs, “I lost track of time.”
Alex drops his drumstick, sparing his friend as Julie offers a gentle smile. “Doing what?”
Luke takes a deep breath as his eyes focus on the floor in front of him. He had spent all afternoon with you again. He didn’t even mean to this time; it was just so hard to leave you and frankly he didn’t want to. “Just thinking.” He lies.
“About?” Reggie raises a brow at his friend, pairing it with a side smile.
“Things.” Luke says a little harsher than he meant that has all his friends losing their smiles. He signs, letting his eyes close as he mentally resets. He offers an apologetic look when he opens them. “Look, I’m here now, aren’t I? We can just practice for a little longer after.”
The others were silent for moment before Julie sighs and reaches for her microphone. “Fine, but you better be here on time for the show tonight. I invited a new friend I made.”
Luke nods, gripping his guitar tight as he gets ready to play and sends Julie a wink. “Sure thing, boss.”
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The energy outside the performance hall was high as you stood out in front, rubbing your arms and wishing you had brought a better jacket. Despite the cold creeping up your neck, you were excited to be here and support Julie and her Swedish hologram band. You were about to follow another group of girls inside before someone put their hand on your shoulder.
You spin quickly, only to come face to face with Flynn. “Hey! You made it!” She cheers and pulls you in for a hug. You respond quick, pulling the girl close to you and even when the hug ends, you both keep a hold on each other, mainly not to lose yourselves in the sea of people pushing their way in to see Julie and the Phantoms.
“I wouldn’t miss it!” You finally say back to Flynn who chuckles and nods behind her, pulling you with her.
“Normally, you’d have to enter out front, but not when you’re with the talent.” She sweeps her braids over her shoulders before leading you back in the door she came out of, taking you backstage. It was kind of cool, you’ve never been backstage in a venue like this before and you took every moment to appreciate it. Flynn entered Julie’s dressing room first before pulling you inside.
“You’re here!” Julie’s excitement rubs off on you as you gap openmouthed at her.
“Wow, Julie, you look amazing!”
She grows flustered at your compliment but before she can say anything else, a stagehand knocks on the door and tells Julie it was time to go on. You give her a quick hug just like Flynn does and a thumbs up before she’s out the door. Flynn laughs before swiping some food that was set out for Julie and hands you some.
“Come on,” She says, heading towards the door, “If we don’t get good spots then mama doesn’t get her eye candy.” You can’t help but help with her as you follow her out to the crowd, managing to secure two places near the stage.
Julie steps out only a moment later, giving the audience a smile, but Flynn whispers in your ear that she’s really trying to find you two. Once she does find you and Flynn, her smile grows. You give her a little wave.
Julie starts her song out strong singing while she’s on the piano and you and Flynn sing along, just like the rest of audience until finally, out of seemingly nowhere three boys appear on the stage, each brandishing their instruments.
It was amazing, you’ve never really seen holograms in real life but these ones looked so real and life-like. You spent half of the song just staring in awe until Flynn bumps into you during her cheering. Finally, you get back to singing along with the songs, thanking Kendall for being such a big fan of the band and making you listen to all their songs, although it helped that their songs were so amazing.
When Luke appears on the stage, that familiar fantastic rush of preforming hitting him in the best way possible as he stands up on the stage with his best friends. He gets into the song, jumping around with his guitar and singing along with Julie. He’s having the time of his life.
And then he sees you.
Luke freezes onstage, he was still playing, but his body stops moving for a whole minute and he can only stare at you, clinging onto Flynn and belting out the lyrics very badly. His lips quirk up in the corners as he forces himself to look away, right back to Alex who is shooting him a questioning look since he noticed his bandmate acting strange for a moment. Luke shakes his head quickly before jumping up into the song, focusing quickly enough to rock into the chorus with Julie.
You were none the wiser to the guitarists stares as the song finishes up and the band was spending a fast few minutes preparing for the next one. Enjoying the first time you’ve seen the band preform live, you finally get a look at them that you couldn’t see in their videos. It was a good-looking band. As your eyes scan over the guitarist, you find yourself staring just a bit longer, smirking to yourself at his shirt with a band from the 90s on the front and both of the sleeves missing. It clung to his body nicely thanks to the thin layer of sweat he also wears due to preforming. Damn, he looks good.
Julie’s hologram tech was amazing to get such a great image of him.
As the next song starts up, you’re still staring at the guitarist and much to your surprise, when he looks back to the audience, the first person he looks to is you. Neither of you look away and his smile, it pulls his cheeks wide as his eyes start to crinkle. You look away first, taking a deep breath before breathing out into a chuckle.
He wasn’t actually looking at you, right?
If he was a hologram, then surely he was looking at something or someone where he was actually performing, somewhere in Sweden, right?
He couldn’t actually see the audience… right?
When you look back up, he was engaged in the song, singing on the same microphone as the bassist as you shake off all these thoughts and just enjoy the night. Julie was doing great and despite not knowing her long, you haven’t seen her as happy as she was on that stage. It was a great thing to see.
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You fumble with your keys in the lock as you hum one of the songs from tonight quietly unsure if your dad was still awake or not. You were giddy, unable to hold back your smile when you tip toe up the stairs to your room. When you get in front of your dad’s door, you peak inside, hearing his heavy snores. Getting to your own room, you felt even better.
“Jerry?” you call out, wanting to see if your ghost friend was anywhere. There wasn’t a response, no moving of your chair or flickering of your light and you felt a little sad about it, but nothing could kill your spirits at the moment. Not even the fact that Kendall still hasn’t texted you back. The clock on your bedside table read a little after midnight and you exchange your concert clothes for pajamas and completed your night routine before hopping into bed. The moment you do, your desk chair quickly spins, like someone took a seat on it really fast.
Luke had spent the time after his concert hanging out with his friends and celebrating, but once Julie and Flynn decided to call it a night and Reggie wanted to hang out with Mr. Molina and Alex with Willie, Luke wanted to pop over to his old house to see if you were still awake. He considers it pure luck that you were.
“Hey Jerry!” You say, biting your lip and trying to keep your excitement at bay. Luke’s smile appears and he doesn’t even try to hold it back. You pull your knees to your head as you bury your face in them. “You will not believe the night that I just had.”
Luke can certainly believe the night you just had as he was there for most of it, but he wants to listen instead as he scribbles a quick “tell me about it” on the pad and holds it up. He wasn’t sure if it was possible but he swears your smile got wider.
“I have friends!” You blurt out first and it surprises you as well as Luke. Out of everything that was so much more than awesome tonight, neither one of you expected that to be the best. You sigh, never losing your smile. “God, you have no idea how hard it was to make friends at my old school. I just- I felt like I was on the outside no matter what I did, but here with Julie and Flynn-” Luke feels the warmth spread in his stomach as you speak about his friends in such a great way, “-god, I feel like I might actually have a place.”
You stay quiet for a moment, thinking about your two newest friends before suddenly your smiles starts to dip. Luke notices right away and he’s by your side with the pen and paper. “What’s wrong?” He writes quickly, holding up for you to see.
You read it. Then you read it again, and again, just trying to figure out this new feeling in your stomach. “What if they don’t feel the same?” The question catches Luke off guard. “I mean, what if they, like, only invited me because I’m new and they felt like they had to?”
“They didn’t.” Luke underlines his words.
You read them, but you don’t quite believe them. “I met them yesterday and it was only because I sat down at the other end of their table. God,” you breathe out on the word, “they wouldn’t have even met me if I hadn’t had overheard their conversation about their band, Julie and the Phantoms, and thought they were talking about Ghosts- about you or others like you,” Luke doesn’t really know what to say to your rambles. They were your insecurities and yet you had a point. You really did happen to sit down at the one table in the lunch room where they were most likely talking about Luke. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t your friends.
Luke hates that he can’t become visible to you right now. He can’t actually become visible to you ever, unless he admits the truth. You’ve seen him at the concert. You’d know who he was. If you learned the truth now, that Jerry was him…
Luke closes his eyes tight, smacking his hand over his head at the last thought. It wasn’t that bad when you were just getting to know Luke, but now, you were telling him your secrets and ones that include his best friends too.
The silence in the room makes Luke’s heart stop as he realizes you were no longer speaking. You had moved to lay in your bed completely, staring up at your ceiling as Luke tries to figure out what to write down to comfort you.
“You’re too great to not want to be friends with.” You read Jerry’s message out loud and your spirits lift as you try to hide your smile, turning away from where you think Jerry was. It doesn’t help however as Luke can still see it and his own spreads wide. He chuckles and much to his surprise, you chuckle at the same time. The sound of your mixed laughter makes his stomach flip. “Can I keep this?” You ask Jerry softly and reach up, letting your hand grab the paper softly. You couldn’t be sure if you imagined it, but for a moment, you felt another’s hold on the paper, gripping it tightly until you were able to pull it away.
Despite you not looking at his, Luke was looking in your eyes as your hand reaches towards his, barely an inch from his touch and yet, you had no clue. When Luke lets go of the paper, you get off your bed and move towards the collage on your wall, find the smallest space before taping Jerry’s message on it.
“There.” You cross your arms as you look at the kind message. Luke appears over your shoulder, his chest almost hitting your shoulder as he crosses his arm too. “It looks good.”
He nods his head. “I like it.” He says without thinking. You don’t react to his words and for a whole moment, Luke forgets what your situation is with him. He’s… He’s just a ghost in your house and you can’t see him or hear him, unless he wants you to.
“Well, I guess I should get some sleep.” You mumble and turn around. All of the thoughts, that maybe Luke should become visible to you leaves him as you pass right through his body to head to your bed. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep, shaky breath. You shuffle into your bed, pulling the blankets up under your chin as you look towards the light on the wall. You let out a sigh, realizing you’ve left your lights on and without waiting for you to ask, Luke jumps over to the light and flicks it off. You chuckle one last time for him. “Thank you, Jerry.”
He doesn’t say anything, it didn’t matter if he did anyways, you wouldn’t hear it. You never hear it. Luke poofs out of your house with one last lingering thought on his mind.
He might not be able to be anything but a ghost to you. Ever.
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knotty-daphne · 2 years
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A new sensation.
I was contacted by a play partner during the week wanting to hookup for the weekend. Saturday morning I went to her house and she was busy in the kitchen blending something. I figured she was making smoothies for breakfast and before I could inquire about what she was mixing I was ordered to get changed and I went to the master bedroom and changed into a skimpy maid out fit and heels, with thigh high stockings. I returned to the kitchen where she teased my locked clit for a bit while attaching wrist and leg restraints.
I was tied up on my back with my wrists to the sides of the table and my legs pulled back to my sides. Then a big ball gag was forced in my mouth before she lubed me and then squirted a large amount of lube in my hole.
I noticed a burning 🔥 sensation when some of it dripped out of me. And started to struggle as she giggled and said she would be right back.
She returned with several dildos and started pushing on in when she started pulling out the buring sensation intensity increased and I screamed around the ball gag as she worked the dildo faster and faster constantly teasing me about knowing my pussy was on fire for her.
She started working a second dildo in and the hot sensation increased more! I was thrashing around and a screaming mess as she kept pushing more in me and the more I streched to more it burned! This game went on till I was gapping and the burning sensation subsided. She left the 2 dildos in my ass while the put on her strap on. She pulled the dildos out and the injected another 2 huge doses of the lube in me. As it leaked out the burning sensation returned as bad as it started and she started working a very large dildo in me as she slowly forced the massive head in and went balls deep before pulling out and pushing back in.
My hole was on fire again and I was trashing and screaming as her strapon work in and out as the lube leaked around her massive cock.
I was screaming constantly as she fucked me faster and faster then she grabbed my cock cage and started using it as leverage as she pounded into me hard and fast till she climaxed and started shaking and layed on top of me keeping her cock deep in my ass. When she finally got up and pulled out the lube rushed out but I was to exhausted to even scream at that point.
She untied me from the table and helped me to the living room where I had to straddle her and take the huge cock back in and ride facing her.
I was still screaming as I rode her cock and my ass was burning as she watched me bounce on her cock till I sissygasimed in my cage and then I was forced to lick up every drop before she put me on my hands and knees and she pushed in again and fucked me till my legs give out and she went down on top of me still buried in my lose hole and I felt her throw her legs around my side and sit up and thrusted hard and deep till she had another orgasim and fell forward on to me quivering before she pulled out and allowed me to get cleaned up.
As I was leaving I was told she would like to use me again soon and to be ready for her call. I drove home and grabbed numbing cream and smeared it all over my hole and laid down and fell asleep.
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𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮
Name: Katie Joan Ansley
Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell
Age: 27
Birthday: June 14, 1996
Birthplace: New York City
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Yoga Instructor
Time in Kismet Harbor: Since September 2023
Town Activities: Mindful Madness, Mommy Network, Single Parents
Relationship Status: Widow since October 2022
Children: Maisie Ansley (aged 1)
Pets: Nala (2-year-old Australian Shepard)
Condition(s): Bipolar Disorder
Pinterest: https://pin.it/3qKLoS3Pg
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mental Illness, Death of Spouse
Katie Joan Ansley was born in The Big Apple itself, New York City. The only daughter of a ballet dancer and a teacher, was the joy of her parents’ lives. And she was a perfect angel too. Sweet, always on her best behavior — Katie essentially the perfect child. And her good girl nature lasted well into her educational career. She always maintained straight A's, participated in the school newspaper, was a member of the Student Council and National Honor Society, and she was cheerleader from seventh grade all the way to her senior year.
But things began to shift in that final year of high school. Her moods became more chaotic, more unpredictable. She began to experience extreme highs in her mood, and extreme lows. There would be weeks where she would be full of endless energy, full of ideas, and she would stay up until the early morning hours, yet be just as energetic the next day. And then a switch would be flipped. She wouldn't even want to get out of bed. Life would suddenly seem utterly pointless. She was eventually booted from the cheer team due to skipping too many practices.
She barely graduated from high school. Once destined for the Ivy League, she instead wound up at a community college near her family's home. They were relieved, honestly. She could live at home and they could monitor her.
But monitoring only did so much. When she flew into a violent fit of rage one night, throwing a plate across the room and screaming obscenities, her concerned parents had her hospitalized. She would go on to be diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. She was put on medication and slowly, but surely, she began to stabilize.
She dropped out of college after a couple of years. Instead she focused on getting a sense of normalcy back into her life. She began attending regular therapy sessions, obtained a job at a nearby diner, and got her own apartment a few blocks away. She was beginning to get her life back. Was anything missing, though? True love. She'd always wanted to find her person and it was through her waitressing job that she found just that. He was just another customer, but a special one. To her, at least. Erik was a ray of sunshine in her eyes; he had a unique way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room. After coming to the diner several times, he finally asked Katie out on their first date. They were married within a year of that date.
That was four years ago. Today, she should be living her dream life with her husband and maybe a couple of kids. But she was five months pregnant with their first when the accident happened last year, leaving Katie to endure pregnancy and motherhood on her own. Four months after Erik passed, she gave birth to a health baby girl, which she named Maisie. That little girl is the only reason she kept going after losing her husband. She'd be screwed otherwise.
The thing is, she could have stayed in NYC for extra support. But she needed a fresh start for her and Maisie. Somewhere she could be free and independent. That's how she wound up in Kismet. She moved there last year, ready to leave her past behind. Here, she's crafted a new image for herself. She's the lovable, happy Katie she used to be before her diagnosis, and before she lost Erik. No one knows the ugly details.
But how long can she keep up the facade before cracks start to form?
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Chapter 3- Uh oh… The fuck??
9/28/2022
Wednesday the 28th of September, the year is 2022. HUMP DAY. Or in my current state of mind fuck this day.
Waking up overstimulated. Why does this happen? I honestly don’t know why it does for others but for me it seems to be because I was sleeping incredibly well (everyone in the house was) and my alarm went off before my body was ready to wake up. This means that for the remainder of the day my normal triggers will be extra sensitive and things that normally don’t bother me probably will. Theme song for days like this is “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit.
Bugs. I do NOT like bugs. Specifically grasshoppers, moths, earwigs or other jumpy bugs. So you will laugh at me when I say panic set in after I felt something on my foot inside my shoe. Maybe a piece of lint? Don’t over think it Mikayla. Then I felt it again so I took my shoe off to remove it. Shoe off, looking down and to my surprise.. more like nearly my demise. A god damn EARWIG. Don’t scream Mikayla, don’t scream. Deep overstimulated breathes. I am still alive.
Easy does it, right? Maybe for some but lately it’s like calm and collected is the opposite of what my son needs to achieve the day. So I mentioned everyone slept really well! That meaning Theo too. So guess who also got woken up before he was ready? Yep, Theo. Which means this morning is going to be TOUGH. Think positive, Mikayla. That’s the only chance you’ve got. Calm and collected.
“Mom I want to wear shorts!”
“Okay! These are the two pairs you have that are clean.”
Instant whining, crying, pouting
“Mom, those do not fit they are for fat boys. I am not a fat boy.”
Brain: “where in the hell did he learn this statement?”
“No, Theo they are not. That’s how boys shorts fit and even if they are a little big there is a draw string!”
Screaming, yelling, fighting.
Okay, I left Theo to his devices again. After 30 minutes of temper tantrum he came down stairs in sweatpants. Mind you after throwing a fit because they were to hot. Lord help me. Deep breathes. He is dressed!
After dropping the kids off at school I am headed to drop the babies off at Brandis house. On the way the their I could sworn I heard Ryann (2) say “fuck.” I ignored it so it wouldn’t turn into anything and it didn’t. I just responded with “uh oh.” Kids man I swear they are little sponges. That being said I mentioned to me words are words. This is also how I parent because they word bitch, ass, fuck, shit or whatever wasn’t a swear word u til it was labeled one by someone else. There is a time a place for such words and this is what I teach my children also. I will be the first to tell you that sometimes, actually most of the time “frick” doesn’t even begin to cover the way I am feeling. So when my kids get home from a crappy day at school and they want to scream the f word in their room, so be it. I feel you kid. Not to mention there are so many positive uses of the words to, for example: “I had the best fucking day!” Or “I am a badass!” I could name many more more but you get the gist.
Wow. My Addi threatened somebody at school today… That is unheard of. It takes a lot for that little girl to get so mad that she threatens them. It was justified, sort of, and she felt terrible about it. I’m still just shocked. Well and a little proud that she stood up for her self. I may teach her “sticks and stone break my bones but words don’t hurt me” although I know words are hurtful, instead of “I am going to break your arms and legs.”
Currently I’m sitting on the side of the road waiting on our mechanic to bring me more straps. Because this load fucking sucks. I fell on my ass tightening these god damn straps and I am not going to get home till like 9pm at this point. FUCK.
9pm… I would’ve taken that. It’s 10 now and my wind down phase is barely started. Blah. You’ll probably hear me say this more than once but sometimes people truly SUCK. Today was one of those days. I got to location and the spot I had to lay my trusses was not that great. Mind you i was damn near 80 ft long tip to tail. The trusses themselves were 62 ft and I’d be damned if i was lucky enough to have a first time back in and a decent offload considering I don’t drive this truck but once a month anymore. Well you’ll be happy to know I am not damned and well backing in and offloading was nothing short of a nightmare. Not to mention the damn home owners showing up and panicking thinking I was going to break all their trusses. Alright tanto relax if one truss breast you still have 79 more that are still useable. Needless to say my blood was boiling ramming it into reverse trying like hell to get there to roll. It was NOT happening. So half of them fell off the wife thought I was going to run them over. RELAX people I know how to do my job. At this point I’m in boarder line tears right simply from being over stimulated. Mind you I don’t cry. When I cry something is wrong. Luckily no one was around to see that fuckery unfold and the truck was loud enough to muffle my screaming.
Kids were in bed when I got home so not much to report there. Happy to be in bed so I am going to try and let the shut down phase finish up so maybe, just maybe I can sleep. Goodnight.
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mean-hare · 2 years
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seecond chapter of my monthly ed diary (called mhwnbcb)
warning: sensitive topics, bad deeds, bad thoughts and very loosy writing
chapter 2
june, 1 its a first day of whole new month, day with so much potential perspectives and chances to reach my dream! thats what i thought just before i totally messed it up again
june, 2 i finished another clutchy sleeples night by drinking a cup of milk and water and my overwhelmet stomach starts to hurt me
june, 3 i smoke only when meet my friends so i almost never smoke. but i have a beautiful black clipper with pic of skull and rose on it. i like to click it and summon baby fire of it. fire so tiny and tender, so sweet. i accidentally burned my hair by this once
june, 4 today is wet. i was skating under the rain. its not really a skateboard, its a longboard, big one, full of vegan stickers, my vegan sister gave me that board when she learned to ride a bike. sometimes i concidering to become a vegan just becaue that stickers look silly on longboard of non-vegan owner. skating is not easy in region of hills and awful asphalt. and i hate to do it when lots of people look. one lil piece of shit screamed something despiteful on me. one drunkard said "give me it i wanna ride! ey!!!". one hobo mumbled "gimme money"(fuck, do i look like one who has money?!). after all its starts to rain and i quickly become wet. my clothes will run dry only tomorrow or maybe even later. i also accidentally poured water on my drawings and making them even more loosy by that. i drank a lot of tea to warm up, sometimes i drank milk tea. didnt eat bc theres no food i can eat. the only good thing for today.
june, 5 my mind is loudly burning like a bridge someone set on fire and left behind
june, 6 today i swore silently about restricting again to use it like a weapon against everything. to scare people even more than i scare them now i walked with dog and met person that said rude shit about me because i distracted and didnt hear her "take your dog away", shes not first and not last who calls me finnish and degenerate. i gave her big strong fuckyou sign and moved away. this day is shitty, i had severe headache and wanted to break everything but i couldnt. my dear friend danni said that i am not useless but i am,i suck even in destroying myself
june, 7 women asks her little daughter "maybe we should buy some cherries, would you eat cherries?" her daughter has an orange plush cat. i saw them on a marketplace my way back, i held tin can in my sweaty hot hand under the suns pressure, woman and daughter was so peacefully and maybe happy
june, 8 sometimes i really wonder about my shopping abilities. i spend so little money (less than price of 1l of milk) and buy cookies, icecream and cornflakes and all that food fits in my daily calories limit. its fine food, not that shitty sausages of noodles or other serious adult food.if i spend calories (and money) i spend them on tasty and funny meal only. at least i eat not only because of hunger, its more because of something like emotions and inner satisfaction
june, 9 i dont want these cherries. i dont like strawberries. i want no berries. i will wait for apricot, corn and apples until then i will eat something unhealthy, and dye my milk with blue pain(t)
june, 10 i know how good is empty chips bag for throwing up into. and how good is throwin up on balcony when summer evening blooms and only strangers can hear your coughing. you feelin so good and bad at the same time, greeting one e.d. girl online with her birthday and drinking milk to calm sharp pain in stomach sleepless night, shattered thoughts in confused mind, everywhere toys from your childhood, trash and art supplies on bed on floor and agressive triphop is playing on loud and makes thoughts more scattered, and songbird is shouting its early morning song
june, 11 todayish morning my eyes became pink (people call it red) and sore for no reason. i shed some toxic tears that made my eyes more sore todayish evening i didnt purge because it would be very awful to throw uo that food i binged on. if i cant stop binging i should at least find food that is good for throwing up. but theres no food like that. and no money to buy it. but all this shit sounds like totally fucked up one
june, 12 hunger is my imaginary brother and my incapacitate pain
june, 13 pain is like a rape of life. body wants it to stop but it wont stop
june, 14 i drank few energy drinx i watched long boring sad movie i cried about fact that nobody ever can fall in love with me i tried to sleep but annoying ache wont let me fall asleep
june, 15 pain is lively, warm, even thumbing cluster just like heart, it hurts, it beaths, it breathes, claims about itself, it grows and doesnt want to die, pain is just like a life itself, i know no day without it
june, 16 i realise that theres only 500kcals in huge piece of cake my mom gave to me (i said only, because i really thought it contains like 900kcals). today is my moms birthday
june, 17 cheese tastes like meat. bread tastes like a meat. i dont understand why, i want it to stop, its gross ad disturbing, i am vegeterian
june, 18 regular phrase " if you call yourself ugly fatso, what about (overweight persons name)?" well i dont give a fuck about their body, i am talking about me myself. other regular phrase " its not everything about you!" well ill make everything about me! love me if you dont want to mourn me, look at me and be afraid of what i can do for everything to be about me
june, 19 i was good. bought many cool low cal drinx and drank em all. in marked i saw boy with earring who works there, i saw him few days ago. i am shure he remembers me bc of my look (50+ bracelets, oversized tshirt, cool jeans with skeletons, some handpoke tatoos and 8 times pierced face, weird hairstyle, long nails, emo bagpack. and this is my everyday look bc i take off my bracelets only when takin a bath). i guess he sees me as weirdo who often pierced itself and only buys drinks in cans. i am going to really buy only the drinks. and icecream bc its my safe fud i wrote my dear friend danni that i love him and adore him and that he is handsome and kind and the only good human on this shitrashy planet and everything like that. he was very confused. at the morning i regret about that bpd possessed clown mode of mine
june, 20 late at night after boryng bingyng day i write this hareshit and have nothin to be proud of myself. im listening to daniel menche and his friends and suffering with nausea and hot thick air. big beautiful warmgray moth is flying around the screen, sometimes it stops as if to read this text and roll it eyes because of what dumb shit i write. sorry, pretty moth, you er writin deserve better writting. sometimes this triangle critter falls on my fingers. but most of time it histerically fluttering, beating it weightless body against cold light screen. what a beautiful insect you are
june, 21 its a shame what a lukewarm personi was today, i became. lukewaem bath water that turns cold slowly and drowsy. it cant make you clean or anything better, it only makes worse
june, 22 sometimes i want to act like rough sexist, racist or any other -ist at all, sometimes i want to write people something rude, assault, abuse, to cover people in shit, i want to cry something extremely offencive at public, to break windows, to ruin the beautiful, to make clean dirt and to make everyone hate me more. sometimes i think they expect me to do this, sometimes i think they see as miserable teen who wants to seen as edgy, sometimes i think they dont think about me at all. sometimes i want to make this world worse for everyone. i dont really know why
june, 23 milk with honey and cocoa milk with tea black and green one, desperate late night searching for some comfort, searching for god while forgetting that i am god,before that i ate bread and then asked my dear friend to purge or not to purge, he said no and then he asked why i ask him if i know what he will answer.i thought that id guess myself what to do before he answers. sometimes he cant answer quickly
june, 24 uh i thought that i am not depressed anymore
june, 25 need to sleep more
june, 26 i just tried to eat pizza once with some people just like a normal human being (i am not) but fuckin drill wont let me sit still. i cant stand it (mysophonia i guess). i ran to other places then went back when drillnoise stopped and took few more bites jusy to ran again. one time i watched fine free exhibition of pictures of carpathian shepherds. another time i saw guys who provoked each other for fight.when i ate my pizza piece, holding it in my dirty hands, i went to the most famous street (it was near) and lied on the bench. i love it that in this city they dont make benches with that anti-homeless bars. i really love to lie on benches even if i am not homeless (at least now). one man saw ma and said his daughter "lo at this boy, how fine he looks with all those bracelets… or its a girl, i dont know. i also had many bracelets when i was young and played my guitar"
june, 27 my consciousness is getting bad, i forget words, i forget where i put my things, i forget things i thought about second ago, i forget things i do second ago, something wrong with my mind i guess
june, 28 few zero cals full of caffeine drinx made me sleepless and unaware of time again, it drives my father crazy and angry and i am crazy and angry now too. he makes me hate him. i ll drink more caffeine now
june, 29 what a junk ive become…
june, 30 misery, nobody loves me and will never love me no matter what i do and who i can become
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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲
WARNING: 18+, smut, swearing, daddy kink, choking kink, and some degradation
THIS IS LONG SO GET SOME POPCORN 😎
Vinnie could tell from the moment he woke up that today was not going to be his day. It first started out when he woke up without his girlfriend next to him because she had to go into work early. Then when he was out with Jett running errands, his car completely shut down on the side of the road, and he was stuck there for about 2 hours. Prior to that, he had also spilled coffee all over himself this morning and had to change clothes, but the coffee smell still lingered on him.
After a horrible day all he wanted to do was see you, he needed to relieve his built up stress and anger somehow.
Just as he had gotten out of the shower, finally getting that annoying coffee scent off of himself, his phone started going off, with your name flashing on the screen.
He sat down on his bed and answered the facetime call, just to see you cuddled up in your own bed with the tv playing in the background.
“Hey baby” you spoke softly, making him feel slightly better, just from hearing your voice.
“Hey babe” Vinnie spoke in a low voice, making you furrow your brows in confusion.
 “What’s wrong Vin, why do you sound upset?” You asked worriedly, sitting up in your bed.
“I’ve just had a really shitty day.” Vinnie sighed, running his hand over his face,as he began to explain to you what happened.
“Well if you want you can come over here and I can make us dinner, and we can watch a movie or something.” You said, trying to make him feel better. “I’ll even cook your favorite.” You added, chucking, making Vinnie laugh slightly.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He spoke. You exchanged ‘I love you’s’ before hanging up.
***
It took Vinnie about 25 minutes to get to your apartment, and by the time he arrived you had just finished dinner, setting it up nicely, with candles. You even put on your satin nightgown, Vinnie’s favorite.
Right as you set down the last plate, a knock was heard. You speed to the front door, opening it to see Vinnie with grey sweatpants and a tight short sleeve white shirt.
“Hi my love, I missed you.” You spoke wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stepped into the apartment.
“Missed you too babe, haven’t seen you in like a week.”
As you were about to answer, he interrupted you, attaching your lips in a passionate kiss.
You pulled away before things got heated.”Well dinner’s ready, let’s eat before it gets cold.”
You took his hand, and guided him to the kitchen. “What do you think?” You asked looking over at him to see his reaction.
“Oh my god baby, this looks great.” Vinnie gasped and kissed your cheek.
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After an amazing dinner, you made your way into your room, and you sat down on your bed, looking up at him.
“I really missed you babe” Vinnie said walking towards you, breaking the comfortable silence.
“I did too, so glad you're here” You whispered, looking up at him innocently, stroking his thigh softly.
“I had such a fucked up day, and you made it so much better.”
“So what can I do to make it even better?” You eyed him up and down, tugging on his shirt to make him come closer. The both of you don’t say anything for a few moments, then Vinnie reaches out to grab your chin and brings you into a rough, needy kiss. Pushing you down on the bed. Vinnie takes off his shirt, and climbs on top of you reconnecting your lips.
 He then goes down to your neck, sucking harshly, causing you to softly moan, grabbing onto his curly hair in the process.
 Vinnie pulls off your tank top, throwing it somewhere else in the room, to be faced with your perky tits. “Fucking beautiful baby.” He mumbles, taking your hardened buds in his mouth. You whimper, arching your back into his mouth. 
“Mmm, please Vin” You whine. 
“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” “I want you to touch me Vin, p-please.” You breathe out, desperate for the feeling of his hands on you.
“ Where baby, right here?” He whispers in your ear, as he grazes your thigh. You shake your head no, as he moves his hand up to your stomach. “Here?” He teases you. “No Vin, I want it here” You say, guiding his hand under your nightgown. 
As he makes contact with what he expects to be your clothed pussy, instead  he feels your bare, wet cunt.“No panties baby?” He ask’s, looking down at you. You giggle and shake your head no. 
He starts teasing your pussy, making slow strokes on your clit, making you whine softly. 
“Vin please I-” 
“Who?” He asks, slapping your thigh, making you moan slightly.
 “Daddy please, I want it so bad, please touch me.” You cry desperately.
 “You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, and just as you’re about to respond, he slips his fingers into your warm walls. You cry out, at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you out.  He almost immediately starts hitting your g spot, curling his fingers perfectly.
 “Oh my god, r-right there dad-dy” You scream, as his pace gets faster, making your eyes roll back.
 “Oh Fuck, I’m gonn-a cum” You squeal as your hips buck up slightly, until Vinnie pushes them back down. 
“Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me?” He grunts in your ear, only driving you closer to your orgasm. 
“Fuck yes I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” You practically beg, looking up him with the most innocent look possible. 
“Cum on my fingers baby, make me happy.” He spoke, biting and sucking on your neck, making you reach your climax. 
“I wanna make you feel good too, daddy.” You breathed out, giving him one last kiss before flipping you guys over and leveling yourself with his hardened cock, palming him through his sweats, causing him to groan, bringing his hand up to grab your hair. You pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, looking mesmerized at his hard cock springing out hitting his stomach, making him grunt lowly. 
Then, you slowly started to stroke his dick, licking from the base of his cock to his red, angry looking tip.
“Don’t be a tease baby.” Vinnie mumbled, trying to control himself from shoving his dick down your throat. 
After you decided he had enough teasing, you took his cock in your mouth, jerking off what you couldn’t fit. You took as much as you could, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making him moan loudly, only encouraging you to go faster. 
“Just like that sweetheart, suck my dick so good for me baby.” He mumbled, throwing his head back, biting his lip. 
You took his cock out of your mouth, jerking him off in your hand, making him whimper slightly.
“I want you to fuck my throat daddy” You whispered, putting his cock back in your mouth, looking up at him innocently, making him groan at the sight of you.
He then slightly bent his legs, and began thrusting his hips up, fucking your mouth roughly. His dick hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag, but you loved the feeling.
You started playing with his balls, knowing how much he likes it. “Oh f-fuck y/n just like that sweetheart” Vinnie moaned, thrusting his hips a few more times before spilling his cum into your mouth.
“Such a slut for my dick hm baby?” Pulling you up to him, and kissing you roughly.
“Turn over for daddy” He said lowly in your ear, making you whimper.
You turned over, sticking your ass up in the air, just how he liked it, shaking it slightly to tease him, causing him to smack it harshly.
“How bad do you want it baby, hm?” He asks, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, making you cry out.
“I want it so bad daddy please, please fuck me!” You begged, pushing your ass back on him.
“Yeah? My little whore wants my dick?” He questioned, making you even more desperate.
“Yes I want your cock so bad, please fuck me-” before you could even finish your sentence Vinnie was pushing his cock inside you making you groan, barrying your face into the sheets, to make less noise.
“Don’t you fucking  do that, I wanna hear you scream for me.” He says, smacking your ass in the process.
“Daddy, it f-feels so good, I love when you fuc-k me” You moaned, barely being able to get out your sentence.
“Turn around baby I wanna see your face when I fuck you” Vinnie spoke as you turned around, and spread you legs, to give him a good view of your glistening cunt.
He lined up his cock with your pussy, once again and pushed it in, fucking you hard and fast. He then wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t holding up his body weight, around your throat and your eyes to roll back.
Vinnie immediately notices, making him chuckle. “You like when I choke you baby, my little slut likes this?” He asks, making you nod your head repeatedly.
“I wanna hear you say it” he whispers in your ear, softly biting on your lobe, causing you to moan.
“I love wh-en you choke me d-daddy”  You screamed as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, hitting your g spot.
It was only a matter of time before you were cuming, clenching around his dick triggering Vinnie’s release.
“That definitely made my day better.” Vinnie chuckled as you laughed along with him, both of you falling asleep moments later.
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Just Friends
SUMMARY: Sam asks the group who they think are the “hottest” members of the team. You don’t make the cute for Bucky’s top five.
Bucky x TALL!Reader
W/C: 5,800
WARNINGS: angst, swearing (like two f bombs), cannon level violence, Bucky being an idiot (it’s a warning), physical insecurities, fake science
A/N: I wrote this because the top 5 situation actually happened to me IRL and when you don’t make someone you like’s list, it sucks. Also, this is in no way meant as being against people who are smaller! I am just a tall/plus size woman and sometimes that really makes you feel like you’re unattractive to people because you don’t fit the gender norm. Let me know what you think! I’m pretty new at this so I’d appreciate the feedback!
Also, HUGE shout out to @princessmisery666 for being so patient and supportive! Thank you for being my beta! Your comments were so incredibly helpful!
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The best part about working with Bucky was that you got to see him everyday. The worst part was that you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t attracted to you.
You knew you were a good looking woman, people would often tell you that. It usually happened when you weren’t necessarily feeling your prettiest. Somehow that made it worse. Others would compliment you but he never would. Even when you knew you looked good- like you had put in extra effort and actually tried that day- still he would give you nothing.
You sat across from him in the common room looking at all the other Avengers wondering why he didn’t feel the same when you finally got your answer.
“Alright man,” Sam called out to the group. “Top five, let’s go.”
“Top five?” asked Clint, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. “Top five what?”
Everyone looked back to Sam, - “Top five on who you think is lookin’ most fine”.
“You want us to rate each other?” You asked incredulously.
“Naw, man!” Sam replied. “I want to know who you think are the top five most attractive! Male and female!”
You slunk back into the sofa, both curious and terrified of the conversation to come.
You heard huffs from the others but no one objected. Vision went first and of course he could only answer with; “I believe all of you are inherently lovely. I couldn’t possibly pick a top five of those who I find to be most attractive.” As soon as he finished and the room was no longer focused on him though he leaned over to Wanda and said something in her ear that made her blush.
You brought your cup up to your lips to hide your smile. You loved how happy they were after having been through so much heartbreak.
Sam went next, “Imma say, Wanda, Nat, Gamora’s got it goin’ on…for an alien…Hill - don’t tell her I said that- and…Y/N,” he said throwing you a wink.
You smiled but shook your head with a roll of your eyes. You knew the only reason he said your name was because you were in the room. He was trying to be kind. Men didn’t seem to be actively lining up to be with you…it might have something to do with them being intimidated by you being an Avenger but who could possibly know
“Sam you would think anything with legs that gave you the time of day was hot,” Bucky shot.
The others laughed but Sam shot back, “alright, Tin Man, who’s on your list? Okoye?”
“Yeah for one! I would be dead before I could make a move but sure! She’s dangerous and stunning!” He took a swig of bourbon as if he was done.
“Alright then who else?” Wanda leaned forward winking at you.
You shot her a warning look. You had only told her how you felt about Bucky once on a drunken night after finding out he had gone on date with another recruit. Jealousy had reared its ugly head and she could feel your angst that night. You had asked Wanda how; “A tiny little thing that would barely hold her own in the ring,” could possibly catch his eye. It was as if the only thing he saw you as was an ear to listen to his problems and a soldier he could rely on in the field. You had seen them together multiple times since then and every time it pained you more.
She was everything you weren’t. Barely five foot, two inches tall with a skinny frame to match, and a nicely formed backside. In reality you couldn’t be mad at Bucky. He deserved to be happy. He was your friend and you wanted that for him. You just wanted that particular happiness too.
“Okay, okay!” Bucky’s hands came up in surrender as he finished his drink and leaned back to think, He sat so close to you his left bicep of his folded arms brushed yours with every breath he took.“Okoye? Sure…uh… in no particular order…Wanda, Nat, Darcy, and the little woman, Kris, from reception.”
“It seems, Mr. Barnes”, said Vision, “that you prefer mates who are significantly smaller than you. I do believe that of that group, Wanda is the tallest one.”
“Which isn’t really saying much because I’m only five, six”, she complained.
“The perfect height my dear.” Wanda smiled at that and kissed Vision’s cheek .
You took another long sip of your drink as you registered what had been said. Your stomach soured as you finished the glass. Not so much from the alcohol as from the realization that the man who you had secretly been pinning over didn’t even list you as attractive enough to make his top five.
You felt like you knew why. It was just too much. You weren’t small and dainty like those on his list. You had big bones and a can do attitude. You wouldn’t take crap from people. And because you were so tall you could come off as intimidating…or so some men had told you.
“I’m going to get another drink,” You whispered to no one in particular.
But Sam really couldn’t read a room and he called you out. “No, no! Who’s on your list Y/N?”
“Oh no!” You said dryly. “I’d have to be much drunker for that conversation. For now, I'll keep my opinions to myself.”
You spotted Bucky’s surprised face before you made your way over to the bar. The conversation carried on behind you as you refilled your glass. Thoughts of Bucky’s revelation clouding your mind. You were never going to be good enough for him because you were just too big. Too tall. Too much. He liked the smallest, most petite women in the compound. Feeling your emotions swelling,you decided to grab the bottle and made your way quietly out of the room while the ruckus continued.
Once on your floor you closed the door behind you with a forceful slam, “FRIDAY!! Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone!!”
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N.”
The rest of the night was spent on the floor in your sweats drinking from your bottle of whiskey and feeling sorry for yourself and all the things you couldn’t be because of biology.
You weren’t sure if it was a drunken stupor or your imagination but at one point you could have sworn you heard a knock only for it to go away just as quickly.
The next day you had an awful hangover and didn’t get out of bed. Bucky came to your door for your normal morning run.
“Tell him I’m not going, Friday.”
“He would like to know why, Miss.”
“Tell him it’s my time of the month.”
“Your time of the month was last week, Miss.”
“Who’s side are you on, Friday? Just tell him I’m sick.”
“Very well, Miss.”
It was silent for a few moments and you had thought that would be enough to get Bucky off your back for now.
“Mr. Barnes would like to know if you’d like to see Dr. Cho, Miss.”
“Uuuugggghhhh,” you rolled out of bed and marched over, irritated that the one person you didn’t want to see was at your door.Pulling it open with a huff you practically screamed. “What?!?”
“Woah!” Bucky jumped back startled at your disheveled appearance and puffy eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re alright, doll. You didn’t come back last night and you never answered the door when I came to check on you.”
So there was a knock last night.
You couldn’t look him in the eye as your eyes filled with tears again, this time with shame. “I’m fine, Bucky.” You started shutting the door quickly and he stuck his hand on it preventing you from closing it again.
“Y/N…what’s…”
“Bucky, I just need some rest okay?” You cut him off, “I’m fine. I promise I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.” You smiled weakly.
Bucky searched your face as if trying to find what you weren’t telling him in your eyes. But you were an Avenger and you knew how to school your features to show nothing.
Bucky sighed and shook his head, “alright, doll. I’m here if you want to talk about anything.”
“Yes, fine,” you said pushing him out the door. Your eyes had flooded with tears again. You didn’t look up to see Bucky’s hurt and concerned face as you closed the door again and put your back to it.
You held your breath listening for his footsteps to retreat before sinking to the floor and crying.
The next day was an all out avoid Bucky day. You weren’t sure you could take the questions and worried looks he was sure to give you. Instead, you decided that what you needed was time away from such temptation. And so, you went in to ask Steve for an overseas long assignment.
“You sure about this one, Y/N. It’s a 9 month solo mission. It’s going to be long and it’s going to be lonely.”
“Yes. I’m sure. I need some time to myself.”
Steve looked at you with understanding and pity. He could see how you felt about Bucky even if he couldn’t get his best friend to see it as well.
“Alright,” he said, “suit up. You leave in 2 hours.”
South Africa wasn’t the worst assignment. It wouldn’t take long for you to get the information you needed. And the separation from Bucky would be good for you.
You finished checking your last weapon and loaded it as well as a pair of throwing knives, a gift from Bucky, into your duffle before looking around your room one more time.
You headed to the door and almost made it out until the picture of you and Bucky on your dresser made you stop. Picking it up you smiled at the memory of the minor league baseball game you’d attended together. You had won tickets and no one else was available that night. When you’d offered the tickets to Bucky you couldn’t believe that he said yes! It was the true start of your friendship, talking about life and how much it had changed for him but also how little it had changed for you. He couldn’t believe it when you started singing all the words to “I’ll never smile again”.
“You think I don’t know music? I’m quite cultured, Mr. Barnes!” You had said with a laugh.
“I never said you weren’t, sweetheart!”
Coming back out of your revelry with a start you put the picture back down on the dresser and turned to the door. You were going to get over this infatuation, even if it killed you. Supposedly time heals all wounds. Well you weren’t sure if there was ever going to be enough time but you could get distance.
Hours later Bucky came in to tell you about the relationship problems he was having with the girl from reception. She just didn’t seem to understand him and kept picking fights. You had become his confidant and had saved his relationship once before so would most likely be able to do it again.
He was almost to your room when he noticed your door was ajar. Slowing he moved closer and pushed it in silently. The room was neat and quiet. Your bed folded nicely as though it was always that way.
Bucky knew that you never made your bed until you were right about to get in it. Or unless you were going on a trip.
Checking carefully he started to notice things missing. Your favorite slippers were gone. Your tooth brush and favorite stuffed animal turtle were also missing. All of the things that you felt you had to have with you were gone.
Then he saw the picture frame on the dresser. Picking it up he too smiled at the memory, then frowned. It was still here. You almost always took this with you. Why was it still here but everything else you held of value was gone.
“Friday, where is Y/N?”
“Miss Y/L/N has volunteered for a mission, sir.”
“Where?”
“That information is classified.”
“Okay, when will she be back?”
“That information is classified.”
“Alright, who else went on the mission,” he asked hoping whoever it was would have your back.
“All other Avengers are currently in the compound.”
“So she went by herself?” Bucky fumed.
“That information is classified.”
“Damn robots!”
Bucky stormed out and found Steve in the kitchen.
“Where did you send her, punk!
Steve didn’t even look up from his newspaper, knowing exactly what his best friend was talking about.
“She’ll be fine, Buck. She just needs some time to herself.”
“So send her to Fiji! Not a solo mission!!”
“This is her call Bucky. You’ve got to trust her.”
Bucky spun on his heel and headed to the computer lab. He knew he was being irrational but if no one else was going to look after your well-being then he was going to have to do it himself.
It took him all day but he finally unencrypted the files for your mission. You were to carry out a recon mission in Port Elizabeth on a supposed Hydra base. It was a far cry from Fiji but you wouldn’t be in immediate danger.
Still he came in everyday to check in on your reports and find out how the events in the country were progressing. He had even convinced Torres to help him set up notifications to his phone if something were to go wrong. He had, very nicely, threatened him with knives if he didn’t set up Stark’s satellite to keep an eye on you.
After three weeks he was really starting to miss your company. Every time he went out with Kris from reception he realized that she just wasn’t as interesting as you. They didn’t have the same camaraderie and chemistry as the two of you did.
So when his phone dinged at 2:30am he looked at the notification. It was a satellite image of you on your apartment porch drinking coffee. You seemed at ease and calm at your small table. Your hair down and wearing a long red dress. He went to the live feed of the satellite but when he did you weren’t there.
Bucky refreshed the page again thinking it may be just an error. But his rising heartbeat made him think differently. When the screen came back he noticed the upturned coffee mug and the newspapers on the ground.
Bucky flew from his bed and raced down the hall to the command room. Steve and Tony were already there, still in their pajamas.
“…it’s not as if she has a tracker in her, Stark!”
“Well maybe she should! Maybe we should make it a standard issue! Everyone gets a tracker! Friday! Make a note!”
“Yes sir.” replied the AI.
“Tony, we need to focus on the…”
“Where is she?!” Bucky growled.
Both men turned around in surprise. Steve recovered first, his eyes sympathetic for his friend’s worry. “We’re not sure, Buck. These images were only taken 4 hours ago.” He clicked to zoom in closer, “but we did get this.”
He zoomed all the way into the kitchen window behind where you’d sat drinking coffee, where a face reflected in the glass. Bucky looked on in rage, hands in tight fists, as the image became clearer and Zemo came into focus.
You awoke with a start, unaware of your surroundings. You sat on a bed in a bare room with a single one way mirror. A metal chair sat by the wall and you noticed no handle on the door. Trying to piece together what had happened you recalled your last memory.
A beautiful morning, the sun shining on the water, a freshly brewed cup of coffee. You sat in your apartment in Port Elizabeth, a pain in your neck…
“Zemo,” you whispered.
“Ah, you’re awake,” said the speaker above you. “I’m sorry about the dramatics but it was necessary. You’re a very important piece of the puzzle.”
“Let me guess,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “You don’t like the way the world is being saved by the Avengers and you think you could do better.”
“Actually I want something else, мой дорогой. I need you.”
“What?” you cried befuddled. “Why on earth would you need me?”
“Do you know what TX-39 is?”
“Yes, I have an entire codex of arbitrary numbers logged away in my brain,” you retorted.
Zemo didn’t pause at your sarcasm. “TX-39 is the compound used to create nucleotides that bond onto nerve endings. By doing so they suspend brain signals stopping all neuro function and rendering the subject immoble. Something you have experienced first hand. By combining a nanotech inhibitor with this nerve ending your subject’s direct motor function is now open to...suggestions.”
You sat astounded as you registered what he had told you. You looked down at your hands but you didn’t feel different. There was no way something like this could work.
“What better way to get rid of a super soldier than to create your own?” Zemo said. You felt a slight buzz in your spine as you stood up quickly trying to resist. Running to the mirror you pulled back your arm, ready to punch your way out, but an inch from the glass your arm stopped. “Ironic that the Soldat will come to save you, only to be the one who needs to be saved.” With that you felt the electricity in your spine disappear and your body was your own again.
Frustration built within you as you sat back on the bed for a moment processing his statement. Your face became more and more incredulous until finally you burst out laughing. You continued laughing harder and harder at the absurdity of Zemo’s reasoning.
“You think I’m the one he is going to come after,” you laughed. “You think you picked the right mouse for your trap? You’re going to wait a long time if you think he’s going to come and get me.”
During your first few weeks away you had missed Bucky fiercely. Leaving him behind so abruptly had felt like severing a part of yourself, but the last few weeks had been good for you. You had forgotten what it was like to rely on yourself. You had grown into yourself again and had realized how little Bucky had actually cared for you when he never came to find you. He hadn’t so much as picked up the phone after you had left. It was as if you had never existed in the first place.
“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.You picked the wrong mouse, Zemo. ”
“We’ll see, дорогой,” and with a click he was gone.
Your brain shifted in and out of the conversation with Zemo. Looking down at your hands, you prayed it wasn’t true. You knew that what had happened at the window was real but you didn’t want to believe it. You had been turned into a weapon to hurt your friends. To hurt Bucky.
Crossing your arms over your chest you laid down on the bed, rolled over to face the wall, and cried.
Avengers Compound
“There is a five mile radius around Agent Y/L/N last known location,” said Fury. “Two man teams will sweep the area in a grid formation while the drones scan for energy signatures. Any questions?”
All those around the table sat silent, but nodded confirmation of their understanding of the objective. Fury looked around the room, “This mother fucker took one of ours and I wanna know why. Let’s get going.”
Bucky stood up from the table and made his way out of the room to the Quinjet hangar. Steve pulled on his arm before entering the plane. “I know what’s going through your mind right now Buck, but we are going to get her back”.
Bucky looked at the ground before raising his eyes to his friend. “He knew how to get to me, Steve. He always knows where to hurt me. He couldn’t use you. You’re too difficult to overpower. So he had to pick her. I just,” Bucky wasn’t sure how to finish his thought. Words never came easily to him and he wasn’t sure he could really express what he was feeling. “I just want her safe.”
After you had left Bucky felt hollow inside. He hadn’t realized how much joy you brought to his day with your smiles and jokes. Always knowing what to say, or at least, what he needed to hear. Your departure made him realize he needed you. Boarding the jet Bucky knew that no matter what happened he was going to tell you how he felt.
The team had been sweeping through the city for what felt like hours and there still hadn’t been any developments. Walking through another alleyway Bucky scanned the cobblestone streets. He was beginning to lose hope at ever finding you at all when he saw an uneven line in between two buildings.
Pressing his comm link he called out, “Steve, I’ve got something. I’m going to check it out.”
“Bucky, wait for backup. We’ll come to you.”
Feeling along the wall Bucky felt a draft between the cracks. Unholstering the gun at his hip he pushed against the wall feeling it give way.
“I’m going in. Follow my location.”
“Bucky, wait!” Steve called.
Bucky ignored his calls and continued down the dimly lit hall. The walls opened up to a staircase leading down to a command room. The musky scent of decay and scotch filled Bucky’s nostrils.
“Privet, Soldat,” Zemo called from the darkness.
Bucky whirled around to find nothing.
“Have you come for your little mouse?”
Still searching, Bucky said nothing as the sound came from a different corner of the room.
“Have you realized how much you miss her?”
Bucky circled again, coming up to a window.
“I wonder what it is? Is it her sweetness that draws you? Or her willingness to see you for more than the killer you are?”
Bucky frowned. Zemo was playing with him.
“Or have you realized that her fire is what draws you to her? She does have a talented tongue. I’ve seen her put it to good use,” Zemo provoked. “I have enjoyed having her in my company, but it seems you really never appreciated her spirit, did you?”
Bucky continued searching the room as Zemo continued his monologue. Coming up to the computer he saw a paused video feed. It played as soon as he stepped forward.
Bucky saw you in a room, still in your red sundress. Your hair was matted and you had the look in your eye of anger and exasperation. When you spoke, Bucky felt the wind rush out of his lungs.
“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.”
“A pity she never saw you care, but I suppose it’s only fair that you tell her now.”
The door beside the window clicked open with a beep. You came out of the cell with a look of wary surprise on your face. “Bucky?”
“Now is your moment, Sergeant Barnes. Why not tell her how you feel before it's too late,” called Zemo.
Bucky holstered his gun and walked toward you. “Y/N? Are you okay? Come on, let's get out of here.”
He grabbed your hand and turned to go but you were rooted to the spot. Your breathing became heavy as you felt the tingling sensation in your spine again.
“Bucky, I need you to leave,” you cried, dread dripping from your voice.
“What? No,sweetheart, come on! I’m not leaving you.”
“Bucky, I…” you started.
“Last chance to declare yourself, Soldat.”
Looking up in anger, Bucky yelled. “Shut up, Zemo. I’m not performing for you-” Bucky’s head turned in surprise as you punched him across the face. “What the hell, Y/N?”
“It wasn’t me!” you cried as you dropped and kicked his legs out from under him.
Bucky rolled over quickly to pick himself up as you followed him swinging punches at his head and kicks to his stomach. Your moves were both erratic and efficient as they landed multiple times. It was all Bucky could do to block your assault and move out of the way.
“This isn’t me!” you cried again between punches. “Zemo is controlling me with nanotech!”
Bucky threw up an arm to block your punch before flipping you around by your arm and pressing you to the wall. He didn’t want to hurt you but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t the most comfortable position.
“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to get you out of this.”
Your foot kicked his leg and you pushed yourself over and around his head and away from the wall. Grabbing the knife at his hip as you slipped out of his grip, you threw it into his thigh.
Bucky looked at you in surprise and annoyance. “Sorry!” you winced. Pulling the knife from his leg he tossed it to the floor.
“Look, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, but try not to kill me, okay?”
“It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose Bucky!” you huffed as you charged at him.
“Well I’m just trying to get you out of the problem you put yourself in!” You had grabbed another knife and went to stab him. Bucky caught the knife and twisted your hand but the knife snagged your dress and tore the skirt as you fought to wrestle it away.
Your eyes flared with anger and the next punch you threw had a little extra heft in it.
“That I put myself in? How about you, Mr. Barge-into-a-room-with-no-back-up!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you liked being saved! Although you’re one to talk! You came on a mission without backup!” Bucky rolled across the computer console out of the way of your next kick, getting agitated at your attitude.
“Because I needed space!” you yelled as you followed him around the computer desk.
“Space? Space from what?” Bucky yelled back, actually throwing a punch that you easily evaded.
“You! You idiot!” it burst out of you as you came up swinging before pushing him to the ground.
Bucky looked up at you with his eyes wide. You had him straddled under your legs. Bucky brought his arms up to block your punches while he tried to talk to you.
“Why would you need space from me? I don’t understand. You left without warning, without saying goodbye! Your mission was classified so I had to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to even find out where you were!”
Your body was starting to fatigue from the strain of the fight as you continued to land blow after blow. You were fit and well trained but because your body was not your own you were blowing through energy rapidly. Your breaths were coming in short gasps as your chest heaved at each punch. If you kept this up, you weren’t sure how much time you would have before your body gave out entirely.
“Y/N, you left a huge gap! You were my best friend and then you were gone! You wouldn’t even talk to me before you left! You didn’t tell me you were leaving. I couldn’t even call you because the mission was supposed to be classified!”
Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe the hopelessness you felt, but you gave him everything you had left as you pummeled into him. Frustration over your situation, frustration at him, frustration at yourself built up inside you.
“I WILL NOT BE YOUR STAND IN! I will not be second best. I can’t look on anymore as you find someone smaller, cuter, littler to fit perfectly into your life! I deserve to be wanted! I deserve to be desired!” you screamed at the man beneath you as tears streamed down your cheeks.
Bucky finally bucked his hips and flipped you under him, pinning your hands to the ground next to your head.
“Get off of me! Let me go!” you had finally had enough. The damn had broken and your emotions and insecurities raged inside you. Your body pulled and twisted to break free from his grip.
“You do deserve to be desired,” Bucky said calmly as he caged you beneath him. “You are nobody's stand in. You’re perfect just as you are.” He wanted to say more but it was all he could do to keep you pinned under him.
The team burst down into the control room to see you openly weeping and Bucky on top of you.
“Nat, I need you to put an electric burst in my arm.” Bucky said looking up.
“I’m sorry, you what?” asked Nat.
“Just do it!” he said as you fought harder against him.
With a nod from Steve, Nat waved her baton and zapped Bucky’s arm causing both of you to scream in pain. When your body finally stopped seizing, the lack of adrenaline and the pain and fatigue caught up to you and you passed out in Bucky’s arms.
“You want to explain why I just pushed fifty thousand volts through you two?”
“Zemo infected her with some kind of nano tech. She hasn’t been in control this entire time.”
Steve scanned around the room. “Alright team, fan out. See if you can find out where Zemo went. I want teams down here with sat links up in 30 minutes.”
Bucky circled the gears around in his arm to get it up and running again before scooping you carefully off the ground.
“Buck, get her on the next jet out. Dr. Cho and Banner will be waiting for you to get back.”
For the second time you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and struggled to get your bearings. You felt like you’d been run over by a pick up truck and tumbled through a dryer.
Feeling slowly returned to your hands as your eyes opened and your vision cleared. You were in one of the medical rooms at the compound you realized.
“Look who decided to wake up,” said a gruff voice.
Turning your head you saw Bucky sitting in the chair beside you. He looked fresh and his eyes twinkled at you.
“Bucky,” you croaked as you tried to sit up.
“Woah there. You just relax. Your body is still trying to catch up from Zemo’s nanites.”
You slumped back down in the bed as Bucky leaned forward to take your hand.
“You had me worried there for a minute, doll. You’ve been sleeping for days. Wasn’t sure when you were going to pull through.”
“You doubt me, Barnes?”
“Not for a second, sweetheart, but I sure as hell missed you.” Bucky smiled, then looked down for a moment as if trying to find the right words. “We need to talk about why you left, Y/N.”
“No, Bucky, I...it doesn’t matter.” You say looking away. “It’s not important.”
“I don’t know, I’d say you thinking you don’t matter to me is pretty important.” You turned to look at him sharply, mouth open in a small gasp. “And I’d also say that you thinking I don’t find you desirable is pretty important too.”
You sat in shock as he spoke, not wanting to break the way you had during your fight.
“Y/N, you are perfect. You knew me before I even knew myself. You light up the whole room just by being in it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are strong, independent, kind, and gentle. You’re like a tall Asgardian goddess. Every inch of you is beautiful. I thought back to the last time we talked...before you left, and I realized why you did. I know why you thought I wasn’t attracted to you. That night, Sam’s list,” he paused as if pained at the memory, “I didn’t add you because...well, because I was so confused at how I was feeling. You were my friend. I didn’t realize till it was too late that I was already falling in love with you. And I most definitely didn’t want to give Sam anymore ammunition.”
You looked up at him sharply when he dropped the L word.
Bucky stood to reposition himself on the edge of your bed. Taking your face in his hands he leans forward until your foreheads barely touch. “I didn’t want to ruin things with you. You were my friend. You were perfect and I thought you deserved better so I ran to find something that was everything you weren’t. You are my perfect fit. You are just right. You are the only person I want. Please tell me you’re mine. Please tell me I haven’t lost you.”
You brought your hand up to rest over his as you let his words wash over you.
He wanted you. He thought you were beautiful. All of you. All of the parts people had told you were too much: your height, your attitude, your independence - he wanted it all.
You did something that you wanted to do for months, you brought your lips up to his softly and gave him a chaste kiss. “I was always yours Bucky,” You pulled his hands down and pushed him away to look into his eyes, “but I won’t be taken for granted anymore. I shouldn’t have to leave for you to want me. I shouldn’t have to be gone for you to realize what you had. I left for a reason. It was to find peace with myself. I realized that I didn’t need your approval. I didn’t need your desire to be whole. I won’t settle for someone who can’t see what’s right in front of them. I know my worth.”
Bucky looked at you sorrowfully as he held onto your fingers, memorizing their shape. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t enough.”
“I know, but it happened. I don’t need you to be happy, Bucky...” Bucky hung his head in dejection. “...But I do want you.”
Bucky looked up at you sharply to find your eyes full of love and warmth. You wanted him. Even after all that happened - how he forced you away, how he made you feel like you weren’t good enough, you were still willing to forgive him. You wanted him even with all his faults.
You brought him closer for another kiss and savored the way his lips fell across yours. Breaking away to look up at him you said what you had been holding in for months, “And I love you too.”
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jiminzfilter · 3 years
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slow dancing in the night
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→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader
→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing
→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?
→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)
→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)
→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook
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Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.
Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.
Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.
Yeah, it was exhausting.
This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.
It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.
He is not working today.
That lucky bastard.
He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.
You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.
You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.
Okay no. Let’s be real.
You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.
It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.
Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.
Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.
But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.
I mean.
Who could blame you ??
That was Kim frEaking Taehyung
!!!
He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.
It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie
Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.
First day of work and you’re already failing falling.
That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily
If only
The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.
GreaT
He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.
From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)
After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.
So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.
He was still your best friend...somehow
Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life
And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.
8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.
Especially while wearing heels
Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said
“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”
You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”
“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”
You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”
The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.
Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.
After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.
Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.
It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.
It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.
A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.
Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss
It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)
You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…
It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.
Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…
:(
You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”
There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.
Weird…
“Taehyung ?" You call one last time
Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back
“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”
You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.
“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.
Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.
“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.
“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles
“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”
“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him
“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.
You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.
After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.
Once again, you smell lavender all around you.
When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt
“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.
“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”
“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”
Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.
As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.
oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.
Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.
Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.
The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀
“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”
He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.
You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.
“Hi there beautiful” He whispers
“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising
“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”
You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.
You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.
“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along
“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.
“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.
Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”
If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.
As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”
You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.
“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks
“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.
“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”
He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck
“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.
- You do?
- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?
- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat
“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge
“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”
“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open
what did he sayyyyyyyy?????
whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd
You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.
There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.
“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”
This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?
Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.
He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple
OkaY
now he’s being a tease
Great
1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung
gReAT
Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.
Really.good.freaking.turn.on
Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.
“Tae…”
He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.
“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”
You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-
“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.
It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.
You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.
You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.
“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks
“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply
He laughs, deep raspy laugh.
You’re too tired for this
And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D
Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.
He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.
Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.
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youreatotalposer · 2 years
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Breathe - pt3
(Yelena Belova X Reader) ( Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova [Best Friends]) (FT SOME OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE)
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Warning: Alcohol, Pregnancy, Cussing, crying
A/N: ONE PT AWAY FROM BABIES!! STAY TUNED.
-2 weeks later-
Everyone was coming to the apartment to help with the nursery, and I felt bigger than a house. I was in the kitchen cooking and Kate and Yelena were arguing over the dumbest things, “WOULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP” I yelled, after hearing the doorbell ring. The door swings open, and Caro, Ali, Mel, and Jess walk in carrying paint, crib, and beer. I don’t know what I would do without the four of them. “GUYS HI!” Kate yelled, while grabbing the beer from Caro. “Shots anyone?” Yelena asked. The girls lined up to each take a shot besides mel who walked over to me and grabbed the pot out of my hands to drain the pasta. “You are the best” I smiled at her and then Ali ran up to my stomach and kissed it, “boys.. its ali I cant wait to teach you guys how to drive your moms crazy” I rolled my eyes. “Did you guys bring everything that my beautiful fiancé and her sidekick forgot to grab?” Caro looked dead at me, “They forgot the crib, paint and the beer. All they grabbed was groceries and vodka so yeah of course we got everything else.” I chuckled a bit, “Dinner is ready whenever you guys want to eat because this nursery is getting done tonight, so you will all sleep when you are dead got it?” I watched all of them nod and Yelena smirk, “Wipe the smirk off your face Yelena I am still mad at you.” She pouted and I finished setting the table. We called this family dinner; we’ve been doing them once a week sometimes twice a week since college.
“Mel you and Caro put the crib together, Ali you and Jess will be painting the walls, Kate and Yelena you two are putting together the swings and bassinets.” I stated while siting on the couch that was surrounded by bags of clothes. “So many clothes holy sh-“ Caro elbowed Ali “Shes having twin boys, all they do is shit, piss, and throw up.” I heard them mumbling back and forth. They all got to work while I started sorting the clothes. I watched as everyone worked as a team to get the nursery completed. Ali and Jess were covered in paint, Mel and Caro had both cribs built and checked for safety, Yelena and Kate both finished their little projects. They all celebrated by drinking a lot. Besides mel, us two we decided movie marathon would be the best fit for us.
I woke up the next morning to Yelena passed out on the kitchen table, Kate cuddling with Jess on the rug near the TV stand, Caro and Ali both shared each an end of the couch, and Mel had fallen asleep in the chair. I felt like I was in college all over again except this time much more pregnant and more irritable. There were bottles everywhere and all of the sudden for the first time I felt the babies kick “OH MY GOD, WAKE UP!” I shouted at everyone, Yelena jumped off the table and ran to me, Kate and Jess looked at each other confused, Mel and Caro were pushing furniture out of the way and Ali jumped over the coffee table. I felt six hands touch my stomach each trying to feel at least one of the babies kick. “Holy shit I felt it!” Kate exclaimed, “Wait I felt it too!” Mel looked at me and smiled, when we all looked down at my stomach, we could see them moving. “OKAY AND THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ME!” Ali yelled and Yelena damn near fainted again. We all laughed at Ali’s sudden outburst, and I grabbed onto Yelena.
“Now, that all of you are awake please clean this place back up.” I smiled at all of them before going to sit down on the couch. I winced in pain after sitting down, “ooooow fuck.” Yelena walked over to me and sat down on the couch, “Are you okay? Is it the babies? Someone call the ambulance!” Kate fumbled with her phone, before I could say no I screamed, “SOMEONE GET THEM OUT OF ME NOW! IT HURTS.” I started crying, my best friends all walked to the couch to comfort me. Kate was on the phone with the doctor, “I hate this I hate this.” I said as the pain increased, Caro was sitting next to me I grabbed both her and Yelena’s hands and squeezed as tight as I could. “OW Y/N! My hand!” Caro complained, Jess was standing with Kate talking to the doctor and Ali was crouched in front of me trying to get me to breathe. I looked at Yelena and back at Ali, the pain began to ease up and I let go of Caro’s hand.
“The doctor said it is normal in the second trimester to have these things called Braxton Hicks Contractions, whatever those are.” Kate said while hanging up the phone. Jess walked over to the couch where I was sitting, “Guys I cant do this anymore, It hurts too bad.” All of my friends and Yelena looked at me, “They aren’t ready to come out… You can do this.” Yelena stated kissing my forehead. “They are already mini trained Russian assassins.. they are already putting up a fight.” Mel chuckled trying to lighten the mood. I don’t know how I am going to do this. I have all of them now, but when they leave how will Yelena be able to deal with me alone.
“Guys please don’t leave” I started to cry.
Why am I so damn emotional?
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