#anyway. take this angst and go. its been so fucking hot that this took me literally three fucking days
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Our blood is scattered like flower petals on the battlefield- saccharine raindrops nourish the ruined earth. As I lay next to you, dying, I know there's nothing I'd wish for more than to meet you once more. Another time... Another chance...
(full piece under the cut. Warning for mild gore)
I kinda fucking hate the nrs reboot timeline, but I'm obsessed with the retcon of Armageddon's ending. Its just- goddamn. I keep thinking about it as the ending to their storyline and it's not good but it is angsty. Which I love so much.
#gopher art#mortal kombat#subscorp#mk subzero#kuai liang#mk scorpion#hanzo hasashi#the caption is from a ficlet i wrote but never published#and im probably not gonna post it whdgejbf#anyway. take this angst and go. its been so fucking hot that this took me literally three fucking days#ive been miserable. and the air quality had been bad. and my asthma has been triggered. focusing is so hard guys#but at least we get some angsty old gay ninjas
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I'll always want you
Synopsis: Onyankopon found himself on the outs with you. He wants to find his way back to his one love.
C.W: Angst, break up. Cheating Drug use (weed) Reader is black
Fanfic inspired by the following songs.
The weeknd: What you need.
The weeknd Coming down
Onyankopon found himself sitting alone staring at the sky from his apartment balcony. He's wondering how things got so messed up. Thinkin' how could he mess a good thing up. He knew he had a good thing with you going but he let his insecurities get the better of him. Now he's sitting staring at the night sky, smoking a cigarette.
"It's quiet....a little to quiet." He thinks to himself. He picks up his phone on the table in front of him, scrolling through texts from Eren, Hange, Sasha but not none from you. He sighed, opened Spotify and hit play on the Weeknds song " King of the Fall " He stumped out his cigarette in favor of rolling up a blunt with some AK-47 a strain you put him on. He connected his phone to speakers on the balcony and lit up, trying to clear his mental.
He took another pull of his blunt, staring at the night sky thinking "The night has never been so beautiful. It's quiet and peaceful, the city lights make it even better." He found himself staring at the moon hoping the city noise and its serenity can give him the serenity he needs inside. He took another drag of his blunt, fighting back tears as memories flash and flood his mind. Moments shared on the balcony with Y/N staring at the same moon, the same city lights while enjoying nights in.
He heard a ding through the speakers indicating a text, he sees it's Eren. He sighed knowing if he doesn't respond Eren is gonna come over to his apartment and he isn't it in the mood for company
Eren: Bro come on man you sat up your apartment sulkin'
Eren: Sulking aint gonna bring Y/N back
Eren: Man I know you readin' my shit
Eren: Open the fuckin door. I'm outside with Connie and Sasha. Don't make me break down your shit.
Onyankopon sighed and strolled to his front door, blunt hanging from his mouth. He opened the door to Connie holding three pizzas, Eren with 2 six packs of Heineken and a half ounce of Sour Diesel and Sasha with a smile on her face already looking half faded. Ony sighed and opened the door further to let them in.
Connie: *eyes Ony from head to toe* For a guy who fucked up his own relationship you sure look stressed.
Ony: The Fuck you said
Eren: Yo let's not start shit right Connie. We're here to chill not square up.
Ony scoffed and sat down on reaching for the half ounce. Sasha pulled the bag closer to her.
Sasha: Before I let you smoke yourself insane. What really happened with you and Y/N I thought you said she was the one, so what's this I'm hearin about you fuckin around with Annie or sum shit.
Ony felt the tears welled up in his eyes again, thinking about what he did. He hanged his head contemplating on how to explain this mess.
Ony: So... *sighes* I fucked up. I cheated. Y/N and I... We...well...It's not on her...It's on me.. Anyways Y/N and Annie are friends been that way since high school. Yah I know fucked up big time. At the time Y/N and I we were always arguing, she started seeing me less, doing her own thing. I did the same.
We didn't break up or take a break or nun, just arguing and shit. Annie came over to my crib to talk to me about Y/N supposedly being with another dude. Before you ask it's someone, she got paired up with for her fashion design uni course nun serious, but back to it. My dumb ass believed Annie without checkin with Y/N to find out what's going on. I just decided to get faded. Annie started feeling up on me. It was a hot minute since Y/N and I been together like that so I did what a dumb nigga would do, got more faded and fucked Annie. That's not even the worst bit.
Y/N chose that day to come over to my place. She didn't see me, but she heard the sounds. She saw Annie's car downstairs in the lot. She sat out on the balcony and waited. When I walked out my room to get a drink, I saw her... staring at me with such fuckin hate but when Annie walked out of my room, Y/N lost it. Shit got messy quick. At first, I didn't give a fuck cause I thought she was cheating. It's only when she showed me her messages and project shit, I realized i fucked up. that's all I'm willing to get into... I think about that day enough as it is.
Sasha sighed handing Ony one of her rolled spliffs. Ony stared at the packed spliff then at Connie and Eren. "You guys don't have to stay here I'm good on my own man" Ony said barely above the music playing in the background.
"It's been what 5 months since then. You hardly come out other than to what go to class or to buy weed. When's the last time you got a haircut or you growing locs now" Connie said with annoyance.
Ony just wanted to be left alone he knew they wouldn't leave until he was doing better, so he cracked open the beer and drank it all in one go. Eren and Connie looked at each other with slight concern but didn't say a word. Sasha lit up the spliff and passed it to Connie.
The night moved on slowly. Ony was slowly coming out of his funk with his friends around. It was around 1 am when he heard a knock on his door. Connie, Eren and Sasha still at his place choppin' it up. He yelled at Connie to get the door while he went to take a leak.
He came out of the toilet yellin "Who the fuck was at the door Conn....... Y/N..." He stood there in shock to see Y/N at his apartment
Y/N: I just came to drop this stuff off. It's yours and well the gifts you bought me as well. I don't want them. This is the only time I worked up the courage to drop these off.Ony stared at Y/N....a loud ringing sound in his ears. He realized what her bringing back everything meant. He could see the lil stuffed bunny ears sticking out of the box. He won her that on their first date almost 2 years ago. Ony felt like he was gonna be sick. He stood there just staring at her, trying to figure out what to do or what to say. should he beg, should he just act cold, should he stay silent. Without realizing tears slid down his face. He hanged his head almost immediately. He opened his mouth and not a word came out. He shut his mouth again knowing he doesn't have the words. He continued looking down at his apartment floor and said "uhm...uhm..I..they are your stuff...Y/N I don't want them back."
Y/N sighed with a bit of agitation "so you think I want them. Onyankopon just take the box so I can leave. I don't got time for this shit" Delle has never addressed him by his full name always Ony or babe or some nick name. He knew if he raised his head, he wouldn't be able to stop the tears from falling so he turned around and walked straight to the balcony and closed the sliding doors leaving Y/N with Connie, Sasha and Eren
Sasha: Y/N really why now girl. You could've just dumped it or gave one of us to bring it for him and it's 2 am. You looking for closure dick.
Y/N sighed ignoring Sasha and dumped the box on the floor. she stormed out the apartment only to bring up 2 more large boxes with more stuff. Ony didn't budge from the balcony. Y/N grew angrier. She stormed out the balcony and raised her voice at him.
"So, you're gonna sit there and act high and fuckin mighty... you're the one who fucked all this up for what some pussy and my friend at that. Not even a random hoe. My fuckin friend Onyankopon really."
Ony stayed silent, he knew he was wrong for what he did and how everything played out. He knows he should stay something, but the silence is the only thing holding his heart together. He wanted to apologize, to beg to say something but he knew Y/N and her kind heart and how much what he did hurt her. He sighed and looked up at Y/N staring her in her face knowing she can see every emotion written all over his face.
Y/N stared at his face seeing his brown eyes red from heavy smoke and puffy from crying. Y/N heard the melodies of the weeknd's song Coming down through the balcony speakers. Ony did not say a single word for almost a minute then he said "Y/N I'll always want you. No matter what. *sniffles* I know I fucked up. I don't expect forgiveness or anything of the sort. I deserve what I'm getting. I'm not in the right head space for the conversation we should have. I'm high out my mind and a bit drunk. The only thing I'm good for right now is more weed maybe another drink so right now as much as I want to give you the closure you want, right now I'm not good, so just...I'll....
Y/N cuts Ony off and says "Doesn't matter you have a good fucking life."
Ony watches Delle storm off the balcony and out his apartment. He finally exhaled and let everything out. Eren was the first one outside to console him. He was truly glad that his friends choose to come over tonight.
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[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm I may do a second part with less angst.. maybe a reunion🥹]
#aot x reader#aot x black reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon x black y/n#aot smut#attack on titan#black tumblr#black writers#aot x you#aot x y/n#onyankopon x reader
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heres the knifeplay as promised.
warnings: knifeplay, overstimulation, blood kink, praise, bondage, oral (f receiving), vibrator, cockwarming, hair pulling, p in v, mirror sex, edging, spanking, addiction reference, mention of a threesome (possibly foursome), mention of a breeding kink, squirting, aftercare, softdom!james, use of (Y/N) ONCE, angst, lactation kink, bondage, my insanely shitty writing
a/n- ummm yeah i might have projected my abandonment issues a lil bit jk a lot so yeah theres that and also UUUUGGGHHHH hes not a want hes a need. i NEED him to **** and ******* ******* ***** ********* **** * ***** *** *** ** *** ********* *** **
also im sorry ;-; i did minimal research on how it feels to lactate so um yeah sorry if its inaccurate anyways first time ive ever written a lactation kink and i fucking hate it :D lmao my writing not the kink. uuuh yeah finished this at 11 pm so sorry if its fucked up if you notice any errors at all, please contact me :)
His right hand tugged your hair, and his left hand held your wrists behind your back as he took you from behind. Tears had started to pool on the blanket below you; he had been edging you for about an hour now as he used you to chase his own release. The red easel mirror in front of you bore your helpless image under a man so heavenly you felt like praying every time looked your way. He stared into the reflection of your eyes as he chased his own release, slack-jawed and sweaty. When he finally reached his peak of ecstasy, he stopped thrusting and ground himself on your ass, length throbbing as he released inside of you. His balls drew up against your labia. You whined as the hot fluid spilled out of your abused cunt, dripping down and sliding over your clit. He groaned as you clenched around him, tearing every last drop of release from him.
"Please Jamie," you sobbed. "I need to cum so bad I'll do anything!"
The hand holding your hair let go and landed roughly on your ass. He gasped through his teeth at how you tightened at the impact. He brought his hand down again, and again. He watched the skin ripple with a great amusement. He could see the marks he made on your ass, proud that you were taking it so well. While massaging the pained flesh, he pressed his front to your back, and spoke,
"Anything?"
"Anything, please Jamie please!"
He pulled out and flipped you over. You looked so beautiful, your ruddy cheeks, your puffy eyes and lips, and the tiniest string of drool hanging from the corner of your lips. You looked at him in fear of his definition of 'anything'. He leered at you, then dropped to his knees and forearms, shoving a finger in your sore hole, and immediately took to sucking on your puffy clit. You screamed at the sudden overstimulation; your head fuzzy as your clit throbbed on his tongue. He lifted his head from your folds but kept a steady pace with his hand.
"You need to cum 3 times, okay? If you don't, you don't get to cum for a week. You don't get anything but my hand and my mouth, is that understood?"
"Yes," you slurred.
He dove back down and continued lapping at your nub. He had so far denied you 5 orgasms, and each one caught up to you in less than 2 minutes. You screamed as you gripped his hair so hard you were afraid of pulling it out. Your thighs closed around his head, suffocating him as he fingered you through your high. You saw stars as the orgasm worked its way up to its peak. You clenched so hard he could barely bend his fingers. The sound of your moans and the lack of air nearly made him cum again. He ground down into the mattress, moaning into your cunt as his cum stained the sheet. He continued to eat you out in a frenzied manner.
"It's too much," you cried "Jamie stop it's too much!"
He inserted a third finger as he lifted his head. He simply grinned at you, at your oblivious-to-what-was-coming expression. He pulled his fingers out, a mix of cum and spit connecting his hand to your hole. You breathed a sigh of relief as he sat on his heels, observing his work. Cum leaked from your cunt, your hole red and puffy. As you caught your breath, he moved so that he was holding you in his arms, his back leaning against the headboard, and his hands encasing you in a suffocating hug. He peppered kisses along your scalp, grinning as he caught your expression in the mirror.
"You ready?"
You stared back at him through the glass.
"For what?"
"You still owe me 2 more. And I don't think my baby could go a full week without cumming. I don't think she could last 7 whole days without my cock or mouth or fingers. Hell, you would beg me just to let you wear one 'uh my shirts."
You whimpered as he lifted your thighs so your calves crossed his. Your cunt was now directly facing the mirror, angry and sore. You whimpered as you realized you had to do this. He was right; you couldn't last a whole week without him. Hell, you couldn't even last 3 days. He was like a drug, once you start, you just can't quit. His hand snaked down your waist and onto your inner thigh. He rubbed the sensitive skin as he whispered praises into your ear.
"You're being such a good girl for me baby.'
"Love this tight little cunt so much."
"Let me take care of my pretty little girl."
"Let me make her feel good."
As soon as he muttered the last sentence, he began to very softly skate over your clit with his middle finger. You inhaled sharply as his free hand began to massage your breast. He toyed with the nipple, twisting it every which way. Since he couldn't suck on it, he put his finger in your mouth, making you coat it with your spit. You sucked on his finger slightly longer and harder than needed, just to spite him. He raised his eyebrow and began twisting your hypersensitive nipple again. You moaned as you grabbed his thigh with one hand and his forearm with the other. You felt another orgasm approaching. James egged you on, smiling as you tried so hard to accelerate your release. You ground against his hand, chasing ecstasy. It came with one hard twist of your nipple. You saw white, dotted with black. As he watched your release gush into his hand, he praised you through the aftershocks.
"That's my girl."
"Knew she could do it."
You sat there, gasping for breath. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, making your bodies skid against each other, which James used to his advantage. He had begun to leak precum down your back, and your squirming had only aroused him more. "Readjusting", or so he said, he thrusted once against your back. He hissed as he got his desired friction.
"You need help with that?" you teased, despite your exhausted state.
"Oh no, you're not getting out of this. Since everything has to be all about you." He was still pissed off because you had been flirting with other men, and one or two women right in front of him. He knew it was just to get him riled up, but he couldn't help it. Your punishment: edging. Each ruined orgasm accounted for one person you had flirted with. And he was great at keeping track.
You whined as he began his torture again. Only this time, he was whispering his filthiest fantasies in your ear.
"Wanna tie you up and make you wear a blindfold while I ruin this pretty little cunt."
"You would like it if I shared you, especially with one of the guys from the band. Don't lie."
"Gonna see how many times straight I can make you cum from my fingers."
"I should put a fucking baby in your womb. Watch as it grows, as your breasts grow. Milk you with my mouth every day. Knowin' I did that."
"Watch you fool around with one of the guys. But while he's fucking you senseless, remember who you belong to."
You gasped at the last one, which earned you a slap on the thigh. The skin grew bright red, and it stung like hell. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest. Your eyes clouded over as your hips lifted off the bed, and you shot your fluid across the bedspread.
"Fuck! James...James...Uh fuck...baby...fuck!"
His free hand pressed on your lower stomach to keep you still.
"Shhh baby I know, I know. Fuck, look at that beautiful little mess you've made. So fuckin' perfect."
He held you tightly around the waist as you writhed. As you thrashed, you gave him the friction he wanted.
"Scoot forward a little bit."
You crawled out of the confines of his legs and watched as he jerked himself off. You felt like passing out, but you wanted to show your appreciation. You crawled forward to where your hand was in reach of his cock. You took his hand away from his length and set it on his thigh. You rested your head on the hand, prompting him to slowly caress your hair. You started out slow, twisting your hand around the base and rubbing your thumb over the head, making absolute sure you maintained eye contact with him. He came in hot spurts, and you watched as the translucent liquid rolled over your fingers. You brought your hand up to your mouth and sucked his cum off, hollowing out your cheeks. He brought both hands to the sides of your head to pull you in for a kiss; he loved tasting himself on your tongue. You straddled his thighs, gasping when you felt his spent cock rub against your clit. The kiss continued until neither of you could breathe; whether you had forgotten how or you were too busy enjoying the other, you didn't know. After what only felt like a few minutes, you separated. You didn't have it in you to walk, so James went to go get a towel. You could hear water running in the bathroom, and when he came back, he carefully cleaned your combined mess. He helped you get dressed and led you to the living room, where he sat you on the couch and ordered takeout, all while gently massaging your bruises and sneaking glances at your exhausted demeanor. The night continued on with a movie and some of the best Chinese you've ever had. It ended with pushing yourself further into him under the covers, so he could hold you closer.
When you woke up, you found yourself feeling sore, but ultimately refreshed. You could walk without wincing, which you thought was an absolute win. You made yourself a cup of coffee but waited until James got up to see if he wanted to go out for breakfast. As you put your mug in the dishwasher, you could hear the bedroom door creak open, and his heavy footsteps come down the hallway.
"Wakey, wakey sunshine. I was thinking about going somewhere for breakfast. Where should we go?"
"Give me like... 5 minutes and I'll get back to you," he grumbled while digging his palms into his eyes. You turned around to him sitting hunched over in a chair, hands still over his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees. You pulled up a chair next to him and set your hand on his back.
"Everything okay?"
He lifted his head and swung his arms down between his legs as he looked at you.
"Yeah, just didn't get much sleep."
"Why? What's going on?"
"Oh, nothin'. Just couldn't stop thinkin'."
"Do you mind me asking you what?"
"I'll tell ya later," he said, grinning. He stood up and walked over to the coffee maker.
"There's some still in the pot."
He hummed in acknowledgement as he pulled a mug from the cabinet. You watched him pour a cup and walk back over to you. He sat down and held the mug between his hands, enjoying the warmth.
"Did I do something?" you blurted.
"What? No, nothing." He set his coffee on the table and took hold of your chair, turning you towards him.
"You," he said, pointing his finger at you, "did nothing wrong, okay? I know you like to overthink things, but really, it's nothin' bad. And, I guess this defeats the purpose, but I have a surprise for you."
He spoke with a stern voice but lightened up significantly with his last sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but he knew what you were going to ask.
"Do not ask me what the surprise is," he said teasingly. You laughed and stood, sitting back down on his lap, both legs on one side, facing him. You put your hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the lips.
"Not workin'."
"What?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.
He set a hand on your thigh and rubbed the skin.
"You think you can bribe it out of me with a kiss, but it's not happenin' darlin'."
"What if I did more than a kiss?"
"Well shit. Guess I am a pushover."
You giggled as you stood, his hand flopping back down on his own thigh. You had turned to walk to the bedroom but were stopped by his hand on your forearm.
"What do you want?"
"In what category?"
He raised an eyebrow, his grip suddenly tightening on your arm.
"Hello, Earth to (Y/N). Breakfast, ya weirdo."
"Mhm, yeah, breakfast. I don't care, you pick."
He released you as you began your walk again, letting his fingers graze against your passing arm. A chill shot down your spine, engrossing your body in goosebumps. You tried to hide it as you rounded the corner. He watched you go, eyes everywhere but your head. Really has no idea what's coming, he thought.
A few days had passed before James would even travel below your navel again. You didn't know why he wasn't touching you nearly as often as he used to. Is the surprise a cold shoulder? One night, after James had finished with the dishes, and you had dusted throughout the house, he finally spoke up.
"Come sit with me for a second."
"Is this about why you've been ignoring me?"
"Well, yes. You really wanna know what I was thinking about a few nights ago?"
You fiddled with your hands in your lap.
"Of course! We haven't fucked for the majority of the week! Obviously, somethings up."
"Well, do you remember when you came back from the concert with me? And we were sitting on the porch?"
"Yeah?"
"When you sat down, you noticed my knife. You begged for me to use it on you."
"Oh." You thought that you had crossed a line. Maybe he had something in his past with knives, and you had overstepped.
"I just wanted to make sure you want it."
You looked up in surprise, finding him fiddling with his rings.
"Y'know, those scars don't go away easy."
"I thought you were dumping me... for having a knife kink."
He leaned forward, and grinned slightly.
"No, no. I am not dumping you. Never will, in fact. I mean it when it when I say you're mine. Forever."
You felt tears at the corners of your eyes as you processed his words.
"You...mean it?"
"Oh, of course I do. Which is why I've never used my knife on you. I wanted to make sure that you wanted me to cut you. Like I said before, scars are scars. They won't go away for a long time, and I just wanted to make sure that you would like them."
He finally wanted to use his knife on you. And the fact that he planned on being with you, not just as a casual thing, but being with you. You looped your arms around his neck as you let his speech soak in. No one had given themselves to you like this, and it felt euphoric that you finally had someone with as deep a connection to you as you did to them. He rubbed your back, holding your head on his shoulder. You could feel his hand nearly encasing your entire scalp, which did nothing but arouse you. You unraveled yourself from him but found your hair to be locked in a tight grip. He yanked your hair down, so that your neck was now exposed entirely to him. He ran his teeth over your throat, licking where it started to curve towards your chin. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders as the hand that was massaging your back had snuck around to your front and began kneading your breast. You involuntarily ground down onto his lap, trying to get some relief. The hand holding your hair came down on your ass. You gasped, letting out a moan. He ran his teeth over your throat again, but this time deeper. He never broke skin, but he made sure to let you know that he could. He went back to toying with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple through your shirt. Your clit felt like it was about to explode; it pounded harder than it ever had. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he leaned down to suck at your nipple. He had told you a while ago that he was exploring a potential lactation kink, which had turned you on to no end. You had always had smaller breasts, but you knew that regular feeding could enlarge them, which had made you that much hotter to yourself.
"James..." you moaned, "I don't think I can."
He let go of your nipple with a soft pop.
"What do you mean?"
"I've read that it can take hours for someone who hasn't given birth to actually produce anything."
"Well, do you have plans? 'Cause I sure as hell don't. Just this."
He returned to your puffy nipple, determined to get even the tiniest bit out of you. Hey, progress is progress.
Your hands roamed through his silvery hair, digging into his scalp whenever he would graze his teeth over the soft skin. You felt his rough hand slide over your breastbone; he was kneading the flesh. After what felt like only a few minutes, you felt a new, strange sensation. You went numb for a few seconds, but your nipple started to mildly tingle. You looked down to see the tiniest bit of white at the corner of his mouth. You nearly moaned at the sight of him. You messed with his hair as he continued. After a few minutes, he pulled away, continuing to rub your nipple with his thumb, soaking it in milk.
"Baby..." he breathed.
He leaned to kiss you, and you whimpered at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, trailing back down to your breast. He sucked a hickey just to the right of your areola before continuing to milk you. You could hear him swallow every few seconds. It was only after your nipple was nearly sore that you noticed his hard-on. You didn't know how you had managed to ignore it for all this time; you were sitting right on top of him.
"Please...can I touch you?"
After a few seconds, he broke away and licked the overflow from his lips.
"As long as you be nice."
You reached your hand down, trailing your fingers along his tummy before resting your hand on his bulge. He moaned as you traced him through the denim, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. He pulled away so you could get off him, giving you easier access. He gasped through bared teeth as you unbuttoned his pants, relieving the pressure. You licked a narrow stripe from the base to the tip, licking up the precum that had gathered there. You licked the head once more before taking him in your mouth, not daring to bottom out on the first try. You worked your way down, pulling off and going deeper each time. He moaned as you brought a hand up to massage his sac. You snuck your fingers down just a half-inch lower, stroking his perineum.
"Fuck!" he yelled, pulling your hair.
"What the hell did I tell you?"
"To be nice," you said with a grin.
"Getting so close to my ass isn't exactly nice, is it?"
"I wouldn't be complaining."
"Yeah, we'll see how long you hold up."
He shoved his cock back into your mouth, groaning as you choked around him, your throat constricting.
"I'm gonna cum... Fuck! You want my cum in your pretty little mouth?"
You nodded as best you could, before picking up your pace, eager to have him fill you. He came as you bottomed out against him, swallowing as your nose touched his pelvis.
"Shit! Pretty mouths all filled up. Fuck, take it!"
He thrusted, earning him a loud gag from you as you choked on his cum. You swallowed again and again, draining him. He didn't stop until he could see his release dripping from the corners of your lips.
"Open."
You revealed your mouthful of cum to him, sticking out your tongue, letting some drip off the tip.
"Swallow."
It took a minute, but you managed to swallow all of it, licking your lips to get every last ounce. You opened your mouth again, showing him.
"That's my good girl."
You slumped against him, still lightheaded from his facefucking.
"Go get on the bed."
You walked excitedly back to his room. You had no idea what lie ahead, but you would embrace it with open arms. You laid down on the bed, feeling your shirt absorb what was leaking from your nipple. James came in after a few minutes, and you noticed the gleaming knife in his left hand. He crawled on the bed. He was on his hand and knees above you, tracing your hips with the point. You squealed as you felt the cold metal move along your waist.
"Now, you're going to do what I say, when I say it. Got it baby?"
"Mhm" you whined.
"Good girl."
You gasped as he sliced your shirt down the middle. The limp fabric was pulled back by his free hand, revealing your glistening breasts. Drops of white floated down your areola and onto your breastbone. He then sliced the arm of the shirt and stuffed it into your mouth.
"All mine, aren't you?"
You nodded, terrified. He was looking at you with a manic glare. You were terrified, and you loved it. He tossed the knife to the slide before sliding your leggings down your legs, tossing the pants to a corner. He picked up the knife again, trailing from your kneecap to the side of your panties. He flipped the knife around on your skin, cleanly slicing the lace. He took them in his hand, bringing them up to his nose before licking them right where your wetness had accumulated. He then gathered your wrists and tied the fabric around them.
"I know you like to get handsy, but if you're good, maybe I'll take these off early."
He tied a small bow before pushing you back against the headboard, so you were sitting up. He stood, walking over to the mirror directly in front of the bed. He smiled, then walked over to you, pulling your gag out.
"Such a pretty girl, huh? Who's girl are you?"
He took your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at your reflection.
"I'm yours. All yours."
He smiled and leaned back, and you took the opportunity to look at yourself again. A hand came towards your cheek; first numbness, then pain. You tried to lean back before it could land, but you forgot that you were against a headboard. You could feel your cheek throb. You brought your hands up to it to try and soothe the pain, but your hands were met with his own. He grabbed your wrists and set them on your lap, before kissing the impact point. As he pulled away, you felt the very tip of his tongue stroke the already-visible bruise. He put your gag back in, tracing your bottom lip as he spoke.
"And don't you forget it."
You watched him walk to the front of the bed and strip. First his shoes, then his shirt, his pants, his socks, and finally his underwear. He was fully hard again, painfully hard. He gasped as the cold air hit his length. His cock was a combination of purple and red, and his balls looked excruciatingly tight. The tip was engorged, his slit leaking precum on the carpet. He crawled back on the bed, so that he was eye level with you. He kissed your cheek, his eyes almost apologetic. He slid himself back so that he was eye level with your heat. You were dripping onto the bedsheets, and your hole was clenching around nothing. He traced your labia with his pointer finger, teasing you. You moaned around the gag, tilting your hips forward. He smirked before slipping his finger into your hole. You whined as you fluttered around him.
"Who are you all wet for?"
"You!" you mumbled around the fabric. He inserted his middle and pointer in one sharp thrust, making you roll your eyes back. Every time he would pull them out, he would rub against the top of your hole, making you see stars. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips before latching onto your clit. You nearly screamed as he swiped his tongue over your clit while sucking on it. You came in no time flat. You convulsed on the bed as you released, screaming around the gag. He pulled himself over you, staring into your eyes as you recovered.
"All fucked out and I haven't even put my cock in you."
You watched him with misty eyes. He brought his hand down to his throbbing length and gave himself a few small pumps. He let out a groan and set his cock along your folds. He thrusted a few times, stimulating your oversensitive clit.
"You're gonna fuckn' kill me, y'know that?"
You giggled at his remark. He smirked at you before pulling back, and carefully inserting the head. The girth was almost too much. You could practically feel every vein running along the underside. He throbbed inside of you. You clenched at the feeling, earning you a gasp from him. He wore a look of rage before slapping the side of your breast, watching the skin ripple as you writhed beneath him. He picked up the blade and ran it down your chest, stopping at your navel. The knife left goosebumps in its wake. He lifted it and traced your left areola before trailing it to your throat, pressing.
"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this. Ever since we spoke for the first time, I knew I would fuck the light outta you while holding a knife to your gorgeous skin. Marking you as mine, with my cum and my blade. All mine."
He bottomed out on the first thrust, hitting your g-spot. You groaned at the contrast of the cool knife and his hot cock. You had acquired a thin sheen of sweat, both from premature exhaustion and fear. He began to ram into you, not caring if it hurt. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to James'. He caught the stray drops of milk falling down your breast and quickened his pace. He had an iron grip on your waist, surely leaving a bruise. He hit your spot every single time, making sure to grind against your clit when he bottomed out. It felt like only a few minutes before you came again. He groaned as he neared his own sweet release, spurred on by your constricting hole and wanton moans. You stared at him through hooded eyes, almost communicating telepathically. He used his knife hand to pull your shirt arm out, soggy and damp with your spit.
"Unh...uh fuck! Jamie, Jamie please! Fuck I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
You stopped midsentence as your eyes rolled back in your head. You convulsed wildly before squirting, soaking his abdomen and thighs. He came just by the sight alone. You weren't even coherent, just blubbering about how he felt so good. You clenched impossibly tighter around him, milking his balls of every last drop. You felt his cum fill your pained hole, felt him bottom out for the last time, grinding against your pelvis, making sure that he had made you give everything. You nearly blacked out. It took your entire being to stay conscious.
He took the knife from your throat before untying your hands. He whispered praises as he rubbed your sore wrists. He carefully pulled out, peppering kisses along your neck.
"I need you to do one more thing for me, sweet girl."
You were positioned at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, with your back to his chest. You were sitting on his lap, his cock stretching your ass. When watching him stroke himself with lube, you ahd inquired as to why.
"You said you wouldn't complain. Breaking promises, now are we?"
You had refused, letting him penetrate your ass.
You held a vibrator to your clit, sobbing as the overstimulation consumed you. His arm was wrapped around the underside of your thighs, holding your thighs to your chest, your pussy on display. You could barely look in the mirror, your head not capable of rising that far. He was ghosting the blade along the underside of your thighs, deciding which one to cut. He eventually settled on your right one. Before he got to work, he held your head up with his left hand; he knew you couldn't do it on your own. You watched as he dug the blade into your skin. You moaned as you saw the blood drip thickly down your thigh. His eyes were fiery, his demeanor focused. You nearly screamed as he finished the curve on the J. He gave you some time to adjust before moving on to the H. He made slow, deep cuts, sure to leave scars. You had cum twice more with the vibrator, your cum and blood mixing on the towel beneath you. He ran his finger under the J, collecting as much blood as he could. He brought it up to his mouth and nearly came when he tasted you. Metallic and dark. Red and bitter. His favorite. He adjusted you so that you were farther back on the bed, giving him room to lay down. He lapped at your wounds, digging his tongue in slightly. He moaned as he cleaned you, awaiting the future, able to fuck you, able to spank you on his mark, able to remind you just who your holes belong to, who you belong to.
After he had applied a square bandage to your thigh, you sat with him in between his legs. His head rested on your shoulder as your arms crossed in front of you, holding his hands. UFO blared in the background, although neither of you cared much. You only cared about being with each other. That was all that mattered.
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"just bullshit"
steve harrington x male! reader
contains- angst, fluff, me gushing over hot man thighs
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he stood there, all pretty as he handled a customer. his shorts slightly rode up, showing his muscular thighs. theres no limit to the amount of money that m/n would pay to be sandwiched inbetween them. he stared at steve from his table. watched as he would flirt with all the women who came in. its almost as if he was TRYING to make m/n jealous.
m/n went to school with steve. even then, he watched him almost 24/7. he watched him when he was in chem. he watched him as he dribbled the basketball across the court as gracefully as one could. steve harrington was perfect. he had no flaws to m/n. minus one. he was too flirtatious. he had everyone wrapped around his finger.
m/n was desperate to be the only one in steve's eyes. but he hasn't even looked at him since THAT night. sighing in defeat, m/n put his head down in his arms. after awhile of suffering in his own self pity, he felt someone tap his shoulder. he look up as robin took the seat in front of him.
"soooo..." she said as she placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "so what?" m/n asked while mimicking her movement. "so when are you going to talk to him again?" m/n looked away. robin must've caught him staring. "never. isn't he with that nancy wheeler chick still?" robin cocks a eyebrow and leans back, folding their arms in the process.
"m/n, you know they broke up awhile ago. hes over her" robin was right. m/n knew that nancy was with jonathan. he'd been living with the byers for awhile now. they were his foster family. he was there when will went missing. when steve, jonathan and nancy tried to kill the demogorgon. when all that pure bullshit kept biting them in the ass. it wasn't fair that even after all that, steve wouldn't even look at him.
it wouldn't matter anyways. steve probably had a crush on robin or one of those chicks that he flirts with. m/n looked up at robin. it wouldn't be fair to hate robin because of steve's stupid little crush. either way, robin couldn't return those feelings. m/n grabbed her hands and gave her a smile. he gave her a small thank you before getting up to leave.
he made his way to the parking lot and jumped into his car. he still had a few hours before will got bored of hanging at the mall and wanted to go back home. m/n reached into his pocket and pulled out a tin container. this would be a perfect time to light up before taking the car to get a quick wash and vacuum.
he put the blunt to him mouth, lit it up and slowly inhaled. m/n sat there for about 10 minutes, just smoking in pure bliss. he was at peace before he heard a knock on his window. he opened his eyes to see steve harrington. "fuck" he whispered underneath his breath.
m/n gestured for steve to back up as he opened his car door. "whats up, harrington?" he turned and let his feet hit the ground. "don't you dare 'whats up, harrington' me, m/n" he had basically growled towards the other man. "just tell me what you want, steve" he put the blunt against his lips and breathed in again.
"why have you been ignoring me? i saw you at my job today" steve put his hands in his jacket pockets. he was still wearing those shorts that barely covered his thighs. m/n looked at his thighs before going up to his face. he was almost red with frustration, and it was obvious. "can you please just answer me?" steve was begging at the point for answer.
"you left me that night. i thought you didn't want anything to do with me" their eyes met at that moment. "baby, im sorry" there were tears in his eyes. "i didn't mean to leave you that night. i really didn't. i was just scared" m/n grabbed his waist and brought him closer. "scared of what? getting caught" he started to rub circles on his sides.
"i was just scared that it was all just bullshit" m/n stood up and leaned against his car. he pulled steve into his arms and held him. m/n let steve cry. he felt like a child again, simply just crying because he couldn't get his way. but after all that, he deserved to be happy. steve harrington deserved to be happy with m/n and m/n only.
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rose coloured glasses
pairings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader
desc: welcome back to the land of the living. are you ready to fight for your life?
warnings: injury, blood, angst, swearing, smoking, sex mentions, death, murder, reader is a killer, reader is a fairly bad person, absolutely heart breaking angst because i am a sadist
a/n: sigh this took so long to write sorry guys, two more parts after this then it’s done!! remember to reblog as it does far more than likes
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the breeze blew your hair slightly, but it wasn’t a cold breeze. more summery, warmer. if it was the middle of summer and a hot day, it probably would have comforted you. but it didn’t - not right now.
you were afraid, alone, in a place that seemed like it went on forever and ever without stopping to catch its breath.
“is this…?” you almost whispered, looking around.
hathor seemed to understand what you were asking anyway. “the field of reeds, yes.”
it took a breath out of you, that somehow by some miracle, you had made it to a kind of heaven. you never expected this - not one bit. you were sure you had a first class ticket, straight to hell.
“it seems that in reliving your most traumatic experiences-”
“i got over it, yeah.” you finished for her, turning back to look at her. “so is that it? am i- fuck, am i stuck here? forever?”
a beat.
“hathor?” you were fully facing her now, body parallel to hers.
“it’s risky, y/n. there’s no guarantee you’d make it.”
your head tilted. “but there’s a chance?”
“yes,” hathor breathed. “yes, i suppose. if you can make it to the gates of osiris and he choses to let you pass, then you can go back to earth. if not… if not, you’ll end up the same way as if your scales didn’t balance.”
it took you only a few moments to weigh up your options. stay here, in this beautiful place forever, or go back to your life and find your husband? or die - again - trying? you were willing to take those odds.
“take me back,” you mumbled, nodding. “take me back, please.”
just as the words had left your mouth, the world around you changed once again. it went back to the familiar purple-orange skies, laced with clouds. you never expected to be happy to see it - but you were. you were relived that maybe, just maybe, you’d make it back.
while you were standing on the wooden deck of a ship the last time you were here, this time you were surrounded in sand, your white canvas shoes bright against the golden colour.
that’s when it kicked in - your fight or flight. you had been standing in one spot for too long, fuck, were you even trying to get back to your husband? run. it was the first thing your mind told you to do - run, and run until you’re at the gates. run.
-
time didn’t pass. it was paralysed - hanging in the air and suffocating everyone in the room.
marc still held you, weeping into your body. steven stood completely still. what was he meant to do? he wasn’t built for this - in fact, part of him was that he was meant for the opposite - to forget that death even existed.
the silence encompassed the entire space, not even the occasional bang from a few floors up daring to enter the room.
“we-” layla was the first one to speak. “we should put her somewhere, marc, we can’t stay here.”
it seemed as though she was the only one thinking rationally, because marc shook his head vigorously, pulling you tighter into him.
marc, please. steven was thinking too. give me control, i’ll do it.
marc seemed to have been waiting for those words, and for the first time in a long time, marc was more than relived to give steven control of the body.
the weight of you was the first thing that shocked steven. he had held you before, felt your body weight on top of him more times than he could count, but this? this was different. you were completely limp, lighter, even. you had less blood inside you, steven knew that. but for a second - just a second - he would have thought your weight loss was a lack of soul. the life, gone.
“come on,” layla put a hand on his shoulder. “there’s a nicer place than this.”
standing up, steven shifted you in his arms so he could carry you bridal-style. he was covered in your blood, from his hands all the way to his shoes. god, what he would do to go back in time and swap places with you. what he would do to stop marc’s anger, because the last thing he ever felt towards you was rage. pure, utter, disgusting rage. steven hated it.
every single bit of it.
layla led the way, down the hall and back down the stairs. she knew harrow wouldn’t be there. why would he? half way through his speech she had worked out what he was trying to do - pin everyone against y/n and then let them find her body. make them feel guilt, sadness, anger - then they would be easier to get rid of.
all the rage she felt for you had now transferred to harrow. she was ready to kill him - truly. layla would let marc and steven mourn you, while she would avenge you.
the room she led steven to was a room that looked totally out of place in a pyramid - it was covered in flowers. before steven could even ask, she explained;
“no, these haven’t been here forever. the ground underneath here’s fertile, so flowers bloom. and because there’s a water source, the survive.”
steven nodded, looking around. almost every kind and colour of flower was present, from red roses to baby’s breath. there was a puddle of water - well, bigger than a puddle. not quite a pond, though.
it’s like this place was made for you, he thought.
“i’ll, um,” layla cleared her throat. “i’ll leave you.”
he whispered a thank you, but he wasn’t sure any words even came out. he wasn’t sure he could form any words right now.
-
“fuck,” you mumbled, the various weeds in the sand almost tripping you up.
the gates were in sight now - only a hundred or so meters away. you hoped to any god that someone - anyone - would give you some sympathy and let you pass.
as you moved towards the gates, the ground seemed to solidify, turning to a stone-like pavement under your feet the closer you got.
giant was the first word that came to your mind. huge, giant, looming gates. they looked smaller from further away, and as you stood almost underneath them, they must have been at least two hundred feet tall.
you came face to face with a set of doors as tall as your house, bright white light seeping from the bottom. not really knowing what to do, you brought a hand up to knock the door.
“y/n l/n.” a voice boomed before you managed to knock.
the volume made you flinch backwards, but the voice itself wasn’t particularly alarming - it sounded familiar, friendly almost.
“you weren’t due here for a long time yet,” it spoke as you looked for a source. “but i suppose no one really is. enter, y/n.”
white light engulfed you as the doors swung open, too bright for you to be able to see what you were walking into. blinking as you walked through, your eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
it was just that - light. a completely white room, so white that it was like colour never existed. you thought of that one scene from harry potter - something like that.
“now, hathor tells me you’ve come to plead your case, correct?”
“yeah,” your voice broke. “yeah.”
“alright, let me hear it.”
still looking for a source to the voice, your eyebrows furrowed. “sorry- um, what do you want to know, exactly?”
an apologetic sigh travelled across the room. “sorry, i forget that not everyone is as well versed in these proceedings as your husband.”
the thought of steven made your heart twinge.
“i am osiris, although i’m sure you gathered that. to be allowed passage back to the mortal world, you must prove to me that you a deserving of it.”
it was then that all the hope you had drained out of you. deserving? there were seven billion people more deserving than you.
“sound good? let’s start with good deeds. what have you done?”
“i-” you paused. what had you done? “i- um…”
“come on now,” the voice encouraged. “there’s got to be something. charity donations, saved lives?”
everything seemed to crumble around you. there really wasn’t anything. you’d spent your entire life as a bad person - fucking teachers, stealing, killing people. maybe what you really deserved was to be dragged back into the sand and stay there forever.
a tear fell, and you were quick to catch it.
“alright, i get it, tough question. what about you as a person?”
this was only getting harder - you as a person? should you tell him about all the times you’ve lied, every argument, every human being you’ve killed? it wouldn’t do you any good to lie right now, surely?
“please, i-” you couldn’t stop the lump in your throat. “this is pointless, i- please.”
a beat.
“why do you think this is pointless?”
you shook your head, not really knowing if someone was watching or not. “i amen’t… i’m not a great person, alright? it would be easier for both of us if you’d just let me-”
“but are you loved?”
the question took you by surprise. you paused, eyebrows furrowing. “what?”
“is there people who love you? would mourn you? would feel that by you being gone, their lives are worse?”
the first person you thought of was marc. then steven, and layla, your friends, coworkers- the lady across the street who’s cat you always fed while she was gone. they would mourn you.
“now,” osiris spoke. “now we might be getting somewhere. would someone mourn you, y/n?”
“i think so,” you nodded. “a few people.”
“a few people is better than none. would someone’s life be worst without you?”
it took everything in you to not laugh. you had always been the one to ruin lives, after all. “i mean, probably.”
“good. now let me ask you again, what good deeds have you done?”
you took a breath. “well, when i was younger, i used to babysit, um, before i got kicked out. and when i got kicked out i- like, i gave all my stuff to charity. i know it’s not a lot, but i think that’s good.”
osiris hummed. “alright. what about caring for someone, you ever do that?”
“yeah,” the thought brought a smile to your face. “my husband gets in fights a lot.”
“oh, yes,” he laughed. “thanks to one of our own, no doubt.”
“that old bird, yeah,” you mumbled, making him chuckle. “he always comes home bloody and bruised, so i was normally left to patch him up.”
“would he mourn you?”
something stung in your heart. you didn’t have to guess or use maybes this time. “yes.”
“then you might not be a lost cause after all - but, i have to say, y/n, overall it is not looking good for you.”
you had been expecting that. “how so?”
“well, you’ve killed over a hundred people. that’s - that’s a new record for someone your age. you’ve ruined lives, including your husbands. i mean, i don’t have to tell you what you did, but… y/n, why? why would you do that?”
“it’s… fuck, i feel awful for it,” you choked out. “it’s such a stupid reason.”
“but a reason nonetheless?”
sighing, you nodded. “bushman - raoul - he hated having to share the money with marc. he thought that marc was this total dick, who was never nice or considerate - a completely and utter cunt, really. at the time, i was dating anton, you’ll know all about that i’m sure.
“anton was the one who employed bushman, and marc. he wanted some relic from a temple, or something like that, and marc and raoul were the best on the scene - apart from me. it’s so fucking stupid, but…
“when i met bushman in that bar, anton and i were fighting. we always fought - all the time. he used to buy me shit and leave the price tag on to make me love him again, but this argument… this one was different, i mean.. he brought up my family, you know?
“so i was mad. seeing fucking red. so when i went to that bar, i saw the perfect opportunity to fuck things up for anton. get one of his crew to kill the other one? that would be a massive blow - i mean, he’d probably never see what he was aiming to get anyway, because bushman would have to go on the run. you don’t kill your partner, not in the mercenary world, anyway.
“and that’s what i did. i told bushman to kill marc, to just leave with the money. fuck - it was so stupid. it didn’t even fix anything, either. as soon as anton found out he went fucking mental. like, off the rails. screaming and yelling and punching walls. we broke up that night.
“and it wasn’t him who broke up with me, by the way. i was willing to apologise, but then he hit me. so it was game over.”
you took another breath. why did this still feel so raw? like it didn’t happen a decade ago?
“go on,” osiris prompted.
“that’s it. that’s why i did it. to get back at my boyfriend, who i ended up breaking up with a week later anyway. and look what it did, huh? fucked up everyones life.”
a moment of silence passed, you couldn’t quite tell if it was good silence or not.
“y/n,” osiris finally spoke. “all the memories you had to go through, i saw them as well. there’s things in there that you can’t explain. not just getting back at boyfriends - y/n, you’ve killed people. for the sake of killing people.”
you swallowed. had you really expected your shitty explanation to be enough? not really. you were what he made you out to be. a monster. the ruiner of lives, someone who only left death and sadness in her wake.
“i understand,” your voice was hoarse and gravelly, scratching its way up your throat. “please- please, just let me see him once more.”
“i’m afraid i can only show you what he’s doing at this moment, and he won’t be able to hear you, or see you. hathor can accompany you, and i will be watching.”
nodding, you watched the room around you shift and change, until you were standing in a completely different environment.
hathor was beside you once again, standing a few steps away. she looked almost disappointed, hurt that you hadn’t plead your case as well as you could have.
the room was completely out of place for where you assumed you were. the space was completely covered in greenery, flowers blooming from almost every corner and crack in the ground. there was a small well of water on the opposite side of the room, barely visible through the yellowed, dim lighting.
whatever this room was, it was beautiful.
footsteps broke your trance, your head snapping to the doorway.
it was layla who entered first, face blotchy and mascara slightly smudged under her eyes - with just that sight, you knew exactly what you were about to see.
steven stepped into the room, you in his arms. but you didn’t look at your body, only him. the way his hair was messy and tousled, his big brown eyes bloodshot and puffy, even his posture was different. shoulders slightly more slouched than normal, no longer a skip in his step.
it broke your heart.
the two came deeper into the room, steven pausing almost in the direct centre, never taking his eyes off of your body.
“i’ll, um,” layla cleared her throat. “i’ll leave you.”
if you hadn’t been listening carefully, you wouldn’t have heard steven’s almost nonexistent ‘thank you’, and for a moment you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. even his voice was different.
layla was also the first to leave, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before she turned and walked out of the room. you noticed her jaw clench on her way out, eyes filling with a familiar fire.
time stopped. steven stood, completely unmoving, for at least a minute. after what felt like a million years, he fell to his knees.
you rushed over to him, forgetting for a moment that he didn’t even know you were there.
steven moved your body, so you were laying flat on the grass-and-flower-covered floor, a small amount of your blood still spilling out and onto the daisies below you.
it once again hit steven that he was not made for this. he could not process any of this - never mind come up with the words to say, to say goodbye. for the second time that day, he welcomed the switch.
you felt the room around you change, the air turning thicker and stuffier. it meant only one thing to you - marc.
“oh, god, baby,” he whined, bringing his hand to your hair. “my baby.”
tears stung in your eyes, and you too fell to the floor, opposite him with only your dead body separating you.
“i’m sorry, baby, ‘m sorry,” marc said, tears dripping onto your body. “this is all my fault, all my fault, i’m sorry.”
“no.” you spoke, not even caring that he couldn’t hear you. you meant it so much - so fucking much - that it’s weight would carry through to the living world. the single syllable held so much, so much pain, anger, sadness, that everyone on planet earth would hear it.
marc took a breath, hand still running through your hair. “i can’t- what am i meant to do? baby please, i can’t do this without you. i can’t, you know i can’t. neither… neither of us can.
“i’m sorry i was angry, baby, i know- i know you didn’t mean it. you didn’t know what would happen, you were so young. fucking bushman, it was his fault and only his. you didn’t pull that trigger and you never would.”
not taking your eyes off of him, you watched marc bubble out his last words to you.
“i love you so much. god, baby, i adore you. if i could, i would take all of this. every last bit. it would be me lying dead - fucking hell, it should be me lying dead. you don’t deserve this, you’re an angel.
“you’re my angel, baby. you saved me. over and over and over again, you saved me. you brought me back from the edge every fucking day and every fucking night. i wouldn’t be here without you.
“y/n, please, you can’t… i don’t know how to live without you, baby. it’s always been you. since the day we met, i have always loved you. fuck - maybe i’m the worlds worst husband at showing it, but i have loved you with every moment of my life.
“if i could take back every argument i would, i swear to god i would. i never, ever, deserved you. you should have been with someone better than me, someone who would love you properly and not treat you like shit.
“i think you knew that, though. but you fucking stayed. through it all. even when i told you about steven, you stayed. never cheated, never tried to leave. fucking hell, baby, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” marc brought his spare hand to rub his eyes.
you didn’t even try to stop the tears coming at this point. you let them - let them fall down your face and create a little puddle, watering the flowers.
“from the day i met you, y/n, you saved me. even with all this khonshu bullshit, you… you were the only real superpower i ever had, baby.”
a hand flew to your mouth to stop the sob come out. it would have sounded more like a scream - this was torture. worse than you had ever endured in your entire life, this was the worst thing you had ever had to watch.
“i love you baby, so fucking much. i know what we said in our vows but death won’t ever change that. wherever you are, i will always love you,”
he moved your body, shifting you so that you were lying completely straight and flat, and marc took both of your hands and laid them across your stomach, your hand wearing your wedding ring on top.
marc leant down, kissing your lips one final time, holding your face as he pulled back. his tears still dropped, washing away tiny specs of blood that covered your face.
stared, not caring that a literal god was in the room (she was just as upset, for what it matters), sobbing like a child at the scene before you.
your husband pulled away, getting back onto his feet, although he seemed slightly wobbly. he looked down at your body, and for just a second - a spilt second - you swore he made eye contact with you, like he knew you were sitting there.
“forever and always, baby. i’ll be counting down the days until we meet again.”
as he walked out of the room, the scene around you once again faded to the bright-white room. you remained on the floor, chest heaving in broken sobs as hathor stood in the opposite corner.
this was it, you thought. you would never see him again, ever. forever would go by, and you would never hold your husband again. never would you kiss him, sleep next to him, feel him inside you.
you would never have children, never sit until god knows when with steven as he babbled on about something or other, never have him compliment you, never have one of steven’s cups of tea, never have to patch him up again, never-
a ringing noise invaded your ears, making you open your eyes.
was the room this colour last time? no, you would have sworn it was completely white. so why, why on earth was it getting darker?
hathor laughed from the corner, your head snapping to her.
“osiris,” she smiled. “you old softie.”
-
it was like waking up from a nightmare. pushing yourself up, gasping for air, covered in cold sweat.
everything hurt. aches and pains shot through your entire nervous system, sending alarm bells straight to your brain.
you blinked. and again, and again. what the fuck?
it was the same room. the same flower-covered, yellow lighting, little puddle of water, indent in the flowers from where marc had been sitting.
everything was the same.
but this time, you weren’t watching from a third person perspective. you weren’t weightless, you could feel your heart pumping - so strong you thought it might beat out of your chest.
you were alive.
how were you alive? had seeing your husband break down really had such a big effect on osiris? god, maybe he was a big softie.
this was a strange sensation. everything burned a little brighter, colours were more vibrant. where you would have heard silence before, you could now hear hundreds of sounds. you could feel your blood running through your veins, your eyes focusing and un-focusing in the light.
“holy shit,” you whispered. “fuck.”
as much as everything hurt, the pain in your head was far greater than anywhere else. you brought a hand to it, feeling a deep cut just about your right eyebrow - exactly where you were shot.
but hey, you would take a cut over a bullet any day of the week.
with the feeling that time was ticking by, you pushed yourself onto your feet, the sensation of blood rushing to the limbs almost being ticklish.
walking in the same footsteps as marc and layla had, you left the room, a trail of blood following. the hallway was dead silent, quieter than you would have expected. were people still even here? you had no idea how long had passed from when you had died.
a bang down the corridor answered your question.
feet slightly unsteady as you walked to the source of the noise, you came closer to the room, bangs getting louder with every step.
find khonshu’s ushabti.
you flinched, instantly looking for the source of the voice. it was one that you recognised, mind registering it has hathor’s voice.
“what?” you hissed.
silence. find khonshu’s ushabti? like, those little stone things steven had told you gods get put into when they misbehave? surely khonshu wasn’t sentenced to that, you thought. but then your better judgment kicked in. he was on his last chance, after all.
“alright,” you nodded, talking to thin air. “sure.”
making your way down the hall, every room was empty. there could only have been two or three rooms left, and you’d need a lot of luck to find the exact item you needed in one of them.
voices sounded from outside the hall, making you question where exactly you were. they were echoing, as if in a massive chamber. what the hell?
quickly walking to the nearest exit, you poked your head around the corner.
surely fucking not. surely.
was this… the pyramid of giza? here? it sure looked like it, judging by the huge statues of different gods and massive interior.
what an impressive place to say you died in, you thought.
you watched the people in the chamber, they seemed to be waiting for someone. you hoped it wasn’t-
harrow walked into the chamber, coming from the corridor right next to you, everyone instantly turning to look at him. for fucks sake.
it was hard to make out exactly what he was saying, but in his hand was what you recognised as an ushabti. not khonshu’s, though, right? you prayed it wasn’t, because your job would have gotten ten times harder if it was.
harrow went silent for a second, before he threw the ushabti to the ground, making you flinch slightly.
sand collected around where it had smashed, the cloud getting taller and taller by the second, becoming more dense and coloured - until a massive creature was left.
your jaw dropped. this thing - this god - was exactly how steven described ammit. the exact thing that you were trying to stop harrow getting his hands on.
“fuck,” you whispered, seeing ammit get used to being out of her stone casing.
the urgency of finding khonshu’s ushabti pressed into you, your eyes scanning for a hopeful-looking corridor. then you realised - harrow had came from the next corridor over. with an ushabti.
you almost ran into the next corridor, praying no one spotted you. this hallway instantly seemed more promising, small torches lining your way.
the corridor opened into a single room. a huge, dimly lit room, the most noticeable feature being the hundreds of shelves on the wall. bingo.
rushing to the shelves, your eyes scanned for anything that you recognised as khonshu, starting from the top row down. you were beginning to lose hope when you reached the bottom rows, but there it sat.
a perfect depiction of khonshu.
picking it up, the grainy texture was cold in your hands - but it wasn’t in your hands for long. you threw it to the ground, a similar cloud of sand gathering around the impact area.
you never understood what marc meant when he said khonshu was terrifying. how scary could a big bird be? well, you were eating your words.
a massive skeletal figure looked over you, crescent shaped staff casting a shadow on your face.
y/n spector is back among the living, then. khonshu said, his voice booming in your ears.
“yeah, looks that way, doesn’t it?”
his massive head tilted. and here i expected your husband to have the attitude.
you scoffed. why did everyone always think marc was the only tough one?
ammit has been released.
turning to look at him, you couldn’t hide your impatience. “no shit, sherlock.”
a gust of wind blew through the room, making you laugh lightly. steven was right about his temper tantrums.
we must bind her in something more powerful than an ushabti - a human. khonshu stated.
you were about to nod, but then it hit you; “we?”
khonshu paused. only an avatar can bind someone. marc is not strong alone.
it almost made you laugh. “fuck no. i’ve seen what you do to marc.”
your husband will die if you don’t.
taking a few steps away, you shook your head. “i will do anything but that.”
and khonshu was gone. to see marc and steven, presumably, but gone nonetheless. god, you couldn’t stand him.
another bang sounded, far closer to you this time. the force of it shook dust and sand from the ceiling, some of it falling onto your head.
only an avatar can do it, and marc will die if you don’t. for fucks sake, why did it have to be you? of all people to manipulate into this, why you? which god would possibly take you as an avatar?
oh. oh.
“hathor?” you whispered, only half expecting a response.
a beat.
“hathor?” it came out more urgent than last time. “please.”
it was a strange feeling, a god speaking through you. it took you by surprise, feeling your mouth move with words that were not your own; yes, y/n?
“make me your avatar.” you were begging by this point.
i can, but it’s not that simple, you know?
“please,” you hissed, falling against a nearby wall. this was a weird feeling. “you can give me the ins and outs later, just please-”
a bang, before the ceiling right in front of you crumbled, almost squashing you where you stood.
then you felt it; your entire body being overtaken, like your heat beat went backwards, a tingling in your fingertips.
as the rubble cleared, you saw the chamber in front of you. looking down at yourself, you noticed the change of clothes.
material the same reddish-colour as hathors dress covered your body, gold detailing on the sides. it was a strange material - soft but harsh, protecting your body.
“nice outfit choice,” you smiled.
thank you. something special for my new avatar.
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hello !! i was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers angst with a happy ending fic with klaus and gender neutral reader??
Always and Forever.
Being Klaus Mikaelson’s best friend has its issues lets say. You know with the permanent target on my back and his siblings always needing me to sort him out. It gets a little ridiculous. But i kinda signed up for it so eh what you gonna do?
Im a werewolf, Klaus and i met through Hayley when she wanted me to help look after Hope. Once Hope was born the Mikaelsons began taking out their enemies one by one so that when Hope grows up she can be safe. I’m an emotional support animal for them most of the time and i got used to that role. They all tell interesting stories anyway as they’re like a million. Klaus has just always been my favourite though, like have you seen him?? yea he’s fucking hot. Accent? to die for. He paints his feelings and is a great dad, if i didn’t know he was a psychotic serial killing original hybrid id be screaming husband material…sooo
So i have like a teensy crush on him. It’s not like im gonna get with him though, its just a you’re cute and i see you all the time and you make me blush and make me feel butterflies in my stomach and i think about you all the time kind of thing you know?
doesn’t matter. Anyway… right now im sat with hope in the play room. We’re both sat on a big beanbag reading kids books, she’s learning how to read and spell so it’s fairly amusing listening to her pronounce it.
Halfway through the book there was a loud slamming and a mix of all the siblings yelling, Klaus’s being the most heard as usual
“hope honey? you keep reading okay? im gonna be right back yea?” i told her and hiss her temple
“bye bye y/n, don’t get mad at dada he gets sad when your mad” i smiled at her and waved as i closed the door so she couldn’t hear the argument
i made my way down the stairs and to the main room where Klaus was pointing a dagger at Rebekah while Elijah was cautiously making his way closer to Niklaus
“ah shit” i whispered but they all heard me and heads turned to me. Klaus visibly gulped and hesitated when on his grip of the dagger, he didn’t like me to see his violent side knowing that i was someone who actually liked him it scared him that i would leave too
“love, you need to go back with Hope for a bit please.” i kept my eyes trained on his as i neared the situation, Elijah took a step towards Rebekah so they could make a run for it when Nik was in a less aggressive position
“can we talk about what you want to do before you do it? Hopes waiting for you, she wants to read you a story, she’s getting really good at her big words now” i could see his face softening, he glanced at the floor for a second before nodded stiffly, i put my hand out and he dropped the dagger into it, the other siblings sped out of the room immediately.
i took his hand and lead him up the stairs i stopped outside the play room and looked at him for a moment
“you can’t go in mad you know that…” he kept his eyes down as he nodded, it was then that he sniffed and i noticed the tears in his eyes
“hey, it’s okay, come on, come here” i brought to his room instead and sat him down on his bed, i put the dagger somewhere on his shelf and moved to lay down on his bed, i tugged his arm making him lay with his head on my shoulder and his arm across my body while he curled into my side. i pet his hair and rubbed his back
“don’t be sad honey, you’re too pretty to pout” i felt his tears hit my skin and held him tighter
“i can’t keep either of you safe, not…you and not Hope, i c..i can’t” i kissed his head softly and squeezed his arm
“you are doing such a great job nik, Hope and i both know how hard you’re working, everyone is gonna keep her safe, you are doing so well, i promise you that” he made a little noise, somewhat like a whimper that i don’t think he meant to let out
“but you’re not safe, you’re never safe anymore. It’s because of me and we both know that” i shook my head and sat us both up, i cupped his face between my hands and stroked his stubble
“im here by my choice, i want to be here. You don’t need to worry about me okay?” tears seemed to never stop falling from his pastel blue eyes
“i can’t lose you” he whispered making my heart break, i brought his face closer to mine and kissed his forehead
“you won’t, im staying”
“you promise?”
“you want me to give you my word all Elijah style?”
he laughed at that and nodded resting his head against mine
“i, as an honorary Mikaelson, give you, Niklaus Mikaelson, my very special, ultra powerful word that i will never, ever leave you. I love you.” he was smiling wide and laughing
“mmm that was very ultra specially powerful i must say, and i love you too” i laughed with him and wrapped my armed around his neck
“mm yes Mr Mikaelson only the uttermost best for you, my lord” i spoke in a mocking accent and threw my head back dramatically
“you are amazing you know that?” he spoke in a hushed tone and i nodded with a warm smile
“I love you.” his face was serious as he said it making me giggle
“uhuh i love you too we say it all the time” he shook his head and pulled me closer
“you don’t understand, i love you, not like you’re my friend and i love you like, i want to be with you and marry you love you!” he didn’t give me a chance to respond before his lips were on mine, i kissed back as fast as possible as we melted against each other
“i love love you too Nik, remember if you marry me its gotta be always and forever though and i expect a ring” he chuckled to that and nodded hastily
“ the best ring, the best dress, the best everything for you my love, always and forever”
i was smiling ear to ear as i nodded
“We need to go see Hope”
“I think she’s listening at the door..”
little giggles sounded through the room as she launched herself at us both
“i wanna be a flower girl!!”
we all stayed up late reading stories with hope and looking at engagement rings, supernatural war or not, we would stay together. Always and forever.
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hey! okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. From angst to fluff
while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.
[cc!dreamwastaken x reader]
a/n: this one took a while, thanks so much for the request, it was fun to write :) enjoy <33
you could sense dream’s sour mood from the moment you walked into the living room. the evident frown on his face and his stiff body was not something you were used to. you slowly sat down on the couch next to him, gently brushing his shoulder up and down.
you had just finished an smp stream with george, just messing around the server and making joking comments here and there. but to dream, however, just looked like a bunch of bullshit.
the continous,
“hey y/n look what i got for you!”
“george touch me again and i will kill you with my sword”
“we make a good team y/n”
really set dream’s temper off to its finest.
he backed away from your touch, looking at you with pure rage and distress.
“hey baby, whats wrong? d’ya wanna grab food maybe? or we can just watch a mov-“
“im not really in the mood right now, y/n. cant you tell?” he says, catching you off guard with his harsh tone. he saw the look of panic on your features for a split second.
“okay, then tell me whats going on.”
“its not like you would care anyways” he mumbles. since when did he get so bitter? you swore he was in a good mood, peppering kisses all over your face just before you left to george’s stream; less then 2 hours ago.
“is this about the stream? is something bothering you clay?” you ask.
“of course its about the fucking stream y/n. take a goddamn hint.” his voice raises, harshly standing up in defense as you remain seated on the couch alone. you lift your head up to see his hands wavering all over the place.
“its about george. and its always about george for you isnt it? do you even like me? WHY ARE EVEN WITH ME IF YOURE GONNA SPEND HALF YOUR TIME TALKING TO GEORGE!” the words come spewing out of his mouth at a fast pace, too fast you almost couldnt catch them.
“what are you talking about?” you say, the temper building up in your chest. the pressure and anger let out of you making you feel unsteady.
“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” dream shouts. hes never shouted before.
“i couldnt care less if you left me for george, i dont even care about our relationship anymore. you ruined it, y/n. you ruined our relationship and days go by where im left wondering when youre gonna break up with me.” he walks around the living room in rage, the eeire silence felt too loud.
“go back to your stupid fucking streams with him. im going to take a drive.” he mumbles walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys off the counter.
hot tears blurred your sight, it all happened so fast. his words felt like a knife in your heart; you couldnt bare to take it out. those nasty words that were directed to you made you want to slap him across the face.
and so you started crying. as much as you wanted to cry your heart out, the only thing that came out of you was a silent sob. your body shook on the couch as you dropped your head to your knees, rocking yourself back and forth. your breath shuddered as it became harder for you to calm down.
as dream threw opened his car door, he ran his hands through his hair taking in a deep breath. he took the argument too far, his plans to carefully confront you about it had been buried inside his chest the moment you came out of the room. he sat in the drivers seat for a second, before turning the keys and drivng out of the house.
over time, the burning anger in his chest died down. but as it happened, the guilt built up. he thought back to his words, furrowing his eyebrows as he replayed each and every word in his head. everything he said was out of pure anger; “the heat of the moment” as some would say.
he cared about the relationship. for fucks sake, he cared so much. but when he felt your attention shift from him to george every single day, he couldnt help but want you to feel the same betrayal. the jealousy in his throat every time you called, texted or even talked about george in front of him got too much to handle.
he turned the music up, stressfully tapping the side of the car handle. he tried to slow his breathing and stop the tears from clouding his vision, but it seemed to have no use. he pulled over to the side of the empty, dark road.
and then he let the tears fall. he sobbed into his hands. the fear of you leaving him made him say it to you; he wanted you to feel the fear of him leaving you. if you did care, that is.
I thought I couldn't love anymore
Turns out I can't,
but not for the same reasons as before
I use everyone I ever meet
I can't find the perfect match
Abuse those I love
While I ostracize the ones who love me,
Back
On the path of least resistance
I find myself salting the Earth
Every time that I miss you
I feel the way you hurt
And I don't deserve you
You deserve the world
Though it feels like we were built
From the same, dirt.
he turned the music off in fustration, clenching his muscles. he took a moment to calm down, his mind racing of things he should say to you when he got back. the apologies and the “please dont leave me, please forgive me’s”
by the time he reached the front door of the house, it was near midnight. he hesitantly turned the key and walked in.
and you were there. asleep on the couch with the tv silently playing in the background. as he got closer to you, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and ones on the sleeves on your sweater. it made him want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.
you were awoken by a gentle shaking, as you looked up to whoever it was. it was dream. his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as he brought you into a hug the moment he saw your eyes open.
“im so sorry baby, i didnt mean any of it.” he cries. he sobs so hard on your shoulder before you can even process it. you rub his back as he struggles to speak, hicupps interuppting his words. “please dont leave me” he mumbles repeatedly.
“im not going anywhere, clay.” you say.
you werent ready to forgive him, you were ready to listen.
and he was ready to speak.
the kisses at night, cuddles before breakfast and the “I love you’s” in the car were too good to give up just yet.
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Hush (J.K.) 20
Chapter 20- The Next Day
pairings: jungkook x oc reader
word count: 4,651
warnings: angst, fluff, jealousy, hints at a bigger picture, girl from jungkook's past
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I woke up the next morning at about 8 and started to reminisce about last night.
I can't believe that happened. I doubt know what came over me but I don't regret it at all.
I turned and looked beside me and saw that I was all alone but I wasn't surprised. I know that Hoodie is a busy person being the actual Death and all so I didn't expect him to be here anyway. Thank God it's Saturday and I don't have to go to that hell hole called school or I would've definitely been ditching again today. I got up, grabbed my towel on the end of the bed, and headed to the restroom for a quick shower.
I placed my towel on the sink and turned on my playlist, putting it on shuffle, and hopped in the shower. In Your Eyes by Snoh Aalegra came on and I started to sing along.
♪Woo, woo, woo
Ayy, woo
Yeah, yeah
Some days are easier to fake it
I find it hard to think when you're brought up
I know it takes a heart to break it (yeah)
But you took that and some more when you gave up♪
By the time I got out the shower, I had sang at least three songs in my mini concert. I grabbed my towel off the sink and wrapped it around me before wiping the condensation off the mirror. I don't know why my reflection caused me to gasp, but it sure in the fuck did. I mean, I know he was sucking on my skin pretty good last night but I wasn't expecting my neck to look all bit up like this. You could barely see any of my brown skin, I think I count like 10 and that's just on my upper neck area alone. My chest area is a whole another level but what can I say, it felt good in the moment. I lightly touched one and winced.
Yep, glad there's no school today because I'd be damned if I have to cover all of these up.
I stopped staring at my neck long enough to wash my face and brush my teeth and then went to my room to get dressed. I peeked at my phone real quick and I'm glad I did because Jungkook texted me saying that he was gonna come over to hang out at 9 ten minutes ago. Well its currently 8:45 so I better hurry up. i quickly put on some lotion and ran to my closet. I grabbed my black crop top turtle neck and some distressed shorts. I put my hair into a messy bun and put on some hoops.
By the time I slid my puma slides on, i heard the door bell ring. I ran down the stairs and swung open the door, being greeted by a similarly dressed Jungkook. I scanned him from head toe; he was wearing a black turtle neck of his own but his was paired with black dress pants and dress shoes. He was even wearing a pair of glasses to top it off.
He looks like he walked straight out of a kdrama, cue the internal fangirling. Is it hot out here or is it just me cause damnnnnn.
I cleared my throat when I noticed that he was eyeing me up and down too. I moved out of the way to let him in and he slid by me. As soon as I closed the door and turned around, I was pinned against it and was met by his lips crashing on mine. I was taken back at first but melted into the kiss. Just as I started to get deeper into it, he pulled back and gave me a cute bunny grin.
He pulled out his phone
:sorry u just look really beautiful. i couldn't help myself
I giggled, "It's ok, you're looking pretty good today yourself. You weren't peeping in on me while I was getting dressed this morning," I asked jokingly.
He shook his head
:lol nope but what a coincidence huh
I shook my head," Haha yea what's the chances huh. Well, are you hungry? I could make us something."
:actually that's why I came over here. I wanted to see if you wanted to go out for breakfast.
"Yeah, I'm down. just let me feed and walk Poco real quick and we can go. You can have a seat while I'm gone, he usually doesn't take too long in the morning." I said going to get Poco out his crate.
With all that happened last night I'm glad that Poco was here. I don't know what I would've done if I was just here alone. As soon as I put his dry food in his bowl, I heard his crate open and next thing I knew I was almost toppled by him.
He tried to lick my face but I lightly pushed him away, laughing at his antics. "Poco chill. Morning breath is real kid. Here let's take you for a walk and then you can come and eat."
I went and grabbed his leash from the key ring and told Jungkook that we would be right back. We went down our usual route which included walking past Carter's house. Just my luck he was sitting outside on the porch but he was so engrossed into his phone , he didn't notice us walk past.
Poco did his business and we turned around to head back home. This time though, Carter was looking up and we caught eyes but I diverted mine. I quickly walked to my front door and went to open it, fumbling with key a little out of nervousness. I heard Poco start growling and I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Carter had crossed the street and was making his way towards us. His steps faltered when Poco barked at him.
"Hey can we talk real fast?" I heard him ask.
I let out a small sigh as I turned around to face him. He didn't look too good with bags under his eyes, showing a lack of sleep. I was about to ask him what was wrong when I saw him glance behind me with a weird look on his face. I turned around to see Jungkook standing behind me.
How did I not hear the door open?
I expected to see Jungkook glaring at Carter but instead he had a twisted smirk on his face. I slightly elbowed him and he looked down at me, smirk vanishing. He opened the door wider for me to go past. I stayed put and turned to look back at Carter but Jungkook grabbed me by the shoulder and guided me into the house. I tried to fight his grip but it was strong as I also tried to push past him. He turned me around to face him and I was met with a harsh glare. I took a step back in shock at his behavior and his eyes softened at my movements. I shook his hands off of me and yelled out to Carters, "I'll talk to you later," before I walked away from them both. I released Poco from his leash and he immediately ran to his food and drink bowls.
I heard the front door close behind me as I walked into the kitchen for something to drink. By the time I started to drink my apple juice, Jungkook was in the kitchen looking apologetic. I ignored him and continued to drink until he was ready to actually apologize.
He finally pulled out his phone and started typing.
: I'm sorry if I scared you and for glaring at you. I just don't like that boy
I shrugged my shoulders, "I understand that you don't like him but it looked like wanted to say something to me but then you stopped him with your aura."
: my aura?
"Yes. Your aura was coming off as aggressive as fuck even I could tell and it wasn't even directed at me at first. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I can fight my own battles Jungkook, I don't need your help."
I saw his jaw clench,
: I never said that you needed my help but as your boyfriend it's my duty to protect you and that means from anyone
My eyes widened slightly, "Boyfriend? When did you become my boyfriend? I don't remember you asking me out?"
It was his turn to shrug,
: didn't need to. Last night solidified our relationship
"Last night?" I asked confused. "What are you talking about ?"
He smirked and tilted his head,
: like you don't know
The fuck is he talking about? Wait, it can't be. Is he-
He patted his hand against the counter, tearing me out of my thoughts
: we kissed last night remember after we spent all day together too
Ooooohhhh
I nodded my head in somewhat understanding, "Ohhhhk, well that doesn't mean that we're dating. You didn't even ask me out."
He smiled and leaned against the counter,
:well then if I just did. Be my girlfriend?
Should I say yes? I don't know? Hoodie is always going to be in the picture and I don't know if I should subject Jungkook to Hoodie's wrath buttttttt I also really like Jungkook too.
He snapped his fingers before shaking his head,
: how about we see how breakfast goes and then you can tell me then?
I nodded in agreement, "Sure, let's go."
I said goodbye to Poco and made sure I locked the door. I got ready to head to my car when I noticed another car next to mine in the driveway. It was a black 2023 Mercedes Benz EQS- class.
This car isn't even out yet and this person already has one. Was it there when I took Poco for a walk earlier?
I just shrugged it off and walked up to the driver's side and saw Jungkook grinning at me before he rolled down the window.
"Well I can see that you got your car." I said.
He nodded his head and motioned for me to get in. I quickly headed to the passenger side and climbed in. When I fastened my seatbelt, he shifted into gear and took off.
"This car isn't even out yet, how'd you get so lucky?"
He just shrugged in response.
"Hmm, I was looking at it for if I wanted an upgrade but I saw how expensive it was and I didn't feel right buying a car for what I could spend on a house." I started to run my fingers across the upholstery, "I like these seats, especially the color of them. The whole interior really, my favorite colors are black and purple."
I turned to look at him when he didn't respond but then remembered that he doesn't talk. Talk about face palm.
He reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing my fingers with his. He brought our intertwined hands up to his mouth and kiss them. Woah if I was any lighter, I'd be red as Rudolph's nose.
I cleared my throat, "Is your Bluetooth connected to the radio?"
He nodded his head yes and nodded towards the radio dial. I reached over and turned it on, hearing GOT7's NaNaNa start playing through the speakers.
I gasped, "You listen to GOT7 now?! Look at me rubbing off on you," I said jamming to the song.
He looked over at me and smiled before turning his attention back to the road. I had my little jam session and I gotta say his music taste is on point. It's almost like he got one of my playlists on his phone. Kehlani, Audrey Nuna, and JoJo came on and by the time we pulled up to our destination, I didn't even want to get out of the car.
When he parked the car, he turned and looked at me before reaching over to me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of a kiss but was thrown off when I heard my seatbelt unlatch. I opened my eyes and saw he was still in close proximity to my face and was trying to hold his laughter. I rolled my eyes and pushed his chest but he didn't budge. He leaned forward and pecked me on the lips causing me to break out into a huge smile.
I felt my cheeks getting hot and started to fan myself to cool them down. He pecked me again this time on my cheek and then leaned back to undo his own seatbelt. With burning cheeks, I hurried and got out of the car. I took in our surroundings and looked at the restaurant he brought us to. It looked like a nice place from the outside, from what I could tell so far. Hopefully their food is good.
"The Hoodied Figure, that's a weird name for a breakfast place," I said reading the sign. Jungkook grabbed my hand and took me up to the entrance. He opened the door and motioned for me to go in first.
"What a gentleman," I said, lightly brushing against him as I went in. I walked up to the unmanned hostess station and waited for them. I felt Jungkook come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on top of mine. I placed my hands on top of his and we started to lightly sway to nonexistent music.
I took in the decor and I have to say whoever decorated this place has good taste. It looks like your typical diner but with a twist, everything is dark. From the black tile on the floor, all the way to the black chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The only pop of color is the waiters outfits which are blood red.
After a couple minutes, the hostess finally came up to us. She was pretty, brunette with green eyes and a slim body. I can already see how this is going to go because she barely glanced at me but of course Jungkook had all her attention.
"How many?" She asked, staring into his soul.
I waved my hand in her face to get her attention and she looked at me like I was shit on the bottom of her shoe.
"Two, obviously ma'am. And if you couldn't tell he's with me but I don't see how you couldn't given that his arms are literally around me," I said sickly sweet with a forced smile on my face.
She looked me up and down and rolled her eyes. "Table or booth," she asked.
"Booth," I said glaring at her. She mirrored my expression while slightly rolling her eyes, and turned to take us to our booth.
As I was sliding into the booth, she slammed my menu on the table and lightly placed Jungkook's down. Oh so this bitch wants to fight.
I cracked my neck and was about to go the fuck off on her until Jungkook placed his hand on top of mine and shook his head no. I rolled my eyes and decided that mean mugging her would work for now but she has one more time before I fuck her up.
"What can I get you to drink," she asked Jungkook twirling her hair around her finger.
He just blankly stared at her and then looked over at me to answer her.
"He'll take a water with no ice and the same for me." I said.
She snapped her head to look at me, disgust emitting from her aura, "Um, I was talking to him not you. He can speak for himself, he doesn't need you."
This time I didn't even bother to put on a fake smile when I responded, "First of all, I don't care who you think that you are but you have one more time to talk to me like you are crazy and I will fuck you up. Second, he's mute meaning he doesn't speak so yeah he does need me to speak for him. And lastly, you're the hostess anyways, why are you over here taking drink orders? So if I were you I would go back to my post before I get the manager called on me for being rude to a customer. And while you're at it, go ahead and call our actual server over here since you have nothing to do."
She looked taken back but quickly fixed her face and finally walked away. I watched her storm off and then turned my attention back to Jungkook who just looked amused.
"What?" I asked a little harshly.
He held up his hands in surrender before pulling out his phone.
:easy there tigress, I mean no harm lol
"Sorry," I mumbled , "She just pissed me off with her bony ass." I crossed my arms and leaned back in irritation.
: her ass was kinda bony wasn't it? 😂
"Yes," I said throwing my hands up dramatically, "I knew I wasn't the only one who thought so."
:good thing I have a thing for someone with some curves huh?
"Have you ever been here before?" I asked.
He nodded his head,
:when I first got here I came to this place and I've kinda made it my spot. The food here is pretty good, you'll like it.
"Hmm well if it is good then I'll definitely have to come more often."
:yes but only with me. Your man.
I looked up at him and he winked at me. I smiled and shook my head, giggling. I was about to respond when our waiter arrived.
"Hello I'm Taehyung but you can just call me Tae, I'll be your server today. What can I get you guys started off with, any appetizers or drinks?"
"Sorry I didn't even look at the menu yet but we'll both take a water with no ice," I said looking up and seeing a familiar face.
It was the blonde from the diner the other day. He works here? I took in his appearance and I just have to ask God why he keeps toying with me and my emotions, bringing all these good looking men into my vicinity.
I guess he could tell that I was lowkey checking him out because he gave me a big smile, " I know you don't I?" he asked me.
I shook my head slightly, "No do you?"
He tapped his chin and then snapped his fingers in recognition, "Yeah you were at the diner yesterday," he looked over at Jungkook, "with loverboy here too. Sorry that we stole him for a few minutes, just needed to talk to him about something."
"Oh about what?" I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Oh nothing for you to worry about, Mahj. Just work stuff."
I shook my head in confusion, "What do you mean work and how do you know my name?"
I turned to look at Jungkook who looked like he was about to blow a fuse, "You guys work together?"
:somewhat
Taehyung read the message too and laughed, placing his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "Somewhat? I'm offended friend. We work together almost every day. Well I mean when he's not busy doing other things and like I said we're friends."
Jungkook threw Taehyung's hand off his shoulder and gave him a death glare. I could see Taehyung's face smile falter a little from his gaze but when he looked back at me, it was back to a thousand watt smile.
"I'll be back with your drinks," he said before heading away.
I glanced at Jungkook and it looked like he was still fuming. I reached over to grab his hand but I yelped when it felt like his hand was on fire. I blew on my hand and made eye contact with an apologetic him.
:sorry. Sometimes I just run hot when I get worked up. Is your hand ok?
He reached out to touch it but I just pulled it closer to me.
"Yes my hand is fine just a little hot is all. What type of work do you and Taehyung do?"
He looked hesitant to answer but he still started to type
: we're in the business of picking up people
"What do you mean picking up people? Like y'all drive Uber or something?"
: haha not necessarily but I guess you can compare it to that but most of our "customers" aren't happy to be catching a ride
"Must pay really well huh Mr. exclusive car." I said jokingly.
He cracked a smile and nodded,
: money means nothing to me. Anything you want I can make it happen
I was about to respond when Taehyung came back with our drinks. He placed them down gently and then pulled out his notepad.
"You guys ready to order?" he asked.
I smiled sheepishly, " I actually never looked over the menu still but what do you recommend?"
"Well if you're into eggs, you should get the egg overload. It comes with the cheesiest eggs you've ever had with French toast and bacon."
"Ok, I'll take that. Jungkook do you know what you want?" I asked turning to him.
Before he could type, Taehyung beat him to it, "Oh I already know what he likes to get. Remember we work together," he said winking.
I saw Jungkook's and eye twitch but he didn't make a move. Taehyung took our menus and headed to go put in our order.
I started to look around some more to people watch. I turned my head towards the kitchen that was to my left and locked eyes with someone who I would rather not see sitting at the bar.
Jimin.
The second we locked eyes he put a weird smirk on his face.
What the hell is he doing here?
I guess I was staring at him because Jungkook turned to see who I was looking at. Jimin glanced at Jungkook shortly just to wink at Jungkook and then stared at me again. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly adverted my eyes.
God's definitely got to be playing with me.
I could see him advancing from my peripheral and pretended like I was very interested in my nails.
There was a light knock on the table before I heard a throat clear. "Hey Mahj and Jungkook right? I didn't expect to see you two here, have you been here before?" Jimin asked.
"No this is my first time," I said keeping my eyes locked on the table, "Just wanted some breakfast you know."
Jimin placed his hand on my chin and turned my head towards him. He smiled gently and said, "There's those pretty eyes. Why are you trying to hide your gaze from mine? Aren't I one of your boyfriends?"
I slapped his hand off of my face and glared, "Well why would I want to look at someone who tried to break into my house last night and threatened to kill me? And consider your boyfriend card revoked."
He had the audacity to look confused, "What are you talking about? I don't even know where you live so how could I have been at your house last night?"
Now it was my turn to be confused, "Jimin, it was clearly you outside of my house last night. There's no way it could've been anyone else."
He shook his head no and just as he was about to speak Taehyung approached with our food.
"Hey Jimin," he said placing our food on the table and faced Jimin, "I'm surprised you're up this early given how late we were out last night. I barely made it in myself."
I whipped my head towards Taehyung, "Wait, you guys were out last night? Together?"
He nodded slowly, "Yeah we went to a bar and then to a house party," he quirked his eyebrow up, "Why?"
"She claims that I was outside her house last night trying to break in and kill her. Which is crazy because I don't even know where she lives and I would never do that even if I did." Jimin said.
"Huh well do you want to see pictures from last night to prove his innocence?" Taehyung asked.
"Yes," I said.
Taehyung pulled his phone out of his back pocket and unlocked, proceeding to open up his photos and hand it to me.
"Swipe left and you can see all the pics from our night."
I scrolled through the pictures and saw that their story oddly added up. There's pictures of them in a bar and at someone's party, each of them time stamped within the window that Jimin was outside my house last night.
I looked up at Jimin and mumbled an apology before handing Taehyung back his phone.
Jimin patted my head, careful not to mess up my bun, and said, "I forgive you. I know our last encounter wasn't all that pleasant and I might've scared you but I was just doing what I was-". He stopped talking to curse and reach down to rub his ankle, glaring at Jungkook who was staring at me.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I'm sorry for acting out of character yesterday." Jimin said.
"It's fine, I guess. Sorry I accused you of doing that. Maybe it was someone else," I said placing my head in my hands in confusion.
"Hey it's ok. Anyway enjoy your breakfast you guys. Come on Tae, I need some coffee." Jimin said walking away, pulling Taehyung away with him.
I glanced down at my now cold eggs and got trapped in my thoughts.
If it was Jimin outside of my house last night then who was it? And if it was just my mind playing tricks on me, then was last night in the tub a figment of my imagination too? But it makes no sense because Hoodie was clearly there last night and the banging and the screaming. And it was clearly Jim-
I was torn out of my thoughts by a caress of my hand. I looked up to see Jungkook looking at me with concern in his eyes.
:hey don't let them ruin our day. Eat before your food gets too cold
"Ok," I said trying to clear my mind. "You're right , let's just enjoy this day. You know you look really good in those glasses. I've been meaning to tell you since this morning."
———————————
"You don't think he's mad at us for crossing the line do you?" Taehyung whispered to Jimin as they were walking away.
Jimin slightly shrugged, "I don't know but if he tells hyung on us it's your fault." He said sitting back at the bar.
"How is it my fault?" Taehyung asked sitting beside him.
Jimin poked Taehyung's chest, "You're the one who kept going on and on about how we work together and shit."
Taehyung pushed Jimin's hand off of his chest, "Yah like you weren't half ass apologizing for something you actually did do and were lowkey dropping hints about it."
Jimin put his hands up in surrender, "Hey like I told her, I'm just doing what I am told. And good think he told us to actually take some pictures to show her proof or we would've been fucked."
Taehyung nodded in agreement, "Yeah I am too. Whatever he has planned next I hope she's ready for because this is light work compared to what he could do."
Jimin sighed and looked over at Mahj who was flirting with Jungkook, "Yeah whatever his master plan is, I hope they're both ready for it."
#jungkook smut#jeongguk smut#jungkook x black reader#jungkook x plus size reader#bts smut#bts x black reader#bts x plus size reader#bangtan smut
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'tis the damn season
Summary: Years after you last saw Boba Fett, Natalie invites you to spend Christmas with her family.
Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader
Wordcount: 7.5k | Rating: M
Warnings: angst, fluff, more angst, probably too many Taylor Swift song references
Hello, my loves! How are you? I hope the end of the year is treating you well. After too many years since 2019, I have caught The Big 'Rona and thought to myself “Why feel miserable when I can make us all feel angst?”. Basically the premise of this is: Have you ever thought what would happen after the alternate (unhappy) ending? This is the answer. The vibes are heavily inspired by ‘tis the damn season and I think there are a few TSwift reference there for you to catch if you enjoy them (don’t ask me how many/few, I literally have no idea). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this last return to hot dad!Boba and I would be so so so very happy if you let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog! I wish you all a very happy winter season and we will read each other next year ❤️
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
“You promised you would come!”
“I know, Nat,” you sighed, leaning back in your office chair, “It’s just … it’s a long time since I’ve been back and I don’t want to impose and –“
“You would never impose,” she interjected, “You know that! My mom is already so excited to see you and,” here her voice got quieter, “If I do get engaged this holiday season, I want my best friend there. You didn’t even come to the summer trip this year.”
I didn’t come on the summer trip in the last three years, you wanted to reply but you knew that it would not help your case. You clicked out of the document you had been working on, immediately being faced with the desktop background of you and Nat, smiling into the camera when she had come to visit you last year.
You remembered how happy you had been to show her around your new home, to see her after your big move and talk to her like nothing had happened. And for a few brief moments, it had felt like your heart had never been broken, like you were healed from the sadness that seemed to haunt you from three years away.
“Okay,” you heard yourself say, “I will come to visit you over the holidays.”
*
Two months later, you were sure you were about to regret your moment of weakness. But it was too late to go back now, your bags were checked in, the plane had taken off and landed and the winter’s frost was sneaking its way into your thick winter coat as you hurried across the tarmac and into the little airport building.
You were barely past the gates when heard your name being called by a very familiar and very excited voice and it took you but a moment to spot a head of red curls bobbing up and down in the crowd. And then there they were, Nat and Will, everyone’s favourite couple.
It was late, already, and you were tired but having Natalie swing herself at you had you. “You look amazing! Oh, my stars, how was your flight? Did they serve dinner? If not, mom saved you some dinner she made this new pasta dish that you are going to love. Seriously, it is to die for, it has these bits of rosemary in the sauce that –“
“It is so good to see you,” Will greeted you with a smile, taking your suitcase from you, his hand landing on your shoulder, before leaning in to whisper, “She has been very excited as you can hear.”
You grinned, listening to Natalie chatter away as she led you outside and through the parking lot, right towards Will’s car. Snow was dusting the ground and you could see your breath forming little clouds in the air.
It was a winter wonderland.
“How was your day?”
“Exhausting,” you answered honestly as you sat in the back of the car, “Drove to the airport straight from work and it's just – it’s been a long day.”
“You’ll be happy to hear that Poppy has prepared the guest room for you,” Will smiled, “And made her famous lasagne.”
You could not help your groan, “That sounds fucking amazing.”
Nat laughed in the backseat, “I knew you’d say that!”
The drive to her home was shorter than you had remembered but perhaps it was also Nat’s commentary on what you had missed the last three years that made it seem like the blink of an eye before Will pulled into a familiar driveway.
“Oh, wow that’s a lot of cars,” you commented, feeling a little anxious about the gathering that Natalie had insisted was “small”.
As you got out of the car, your eyes Immediately went further up the road, trying to see if you could spot any light in the windows of the neighbouring house or a car in the driveway or Boba walking towards you, confessing his undying love and that he wanted you back and –
“Let’s get going before the food gets cold,” Nat clapped her hand, clearly excited and you tried your best to smile, “I bet Mom had to defend the leftovers for you already.”
Will was the first to enter and carried your bag up the stairs which you were thankful for. You could hear voices coming from the kitchen but you made it a point to let Natalie enter first. “Look who is here!” your friend announced excitedly and you stepped into the door.
Poppy was immediately in front of your, completely blocking your view and you immediately felt more at ease when you saw her genuine smile. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” she greeted you, hugging you to her before pulling you to the kitchen table, “Good thing Will is a quick driver or else …”
You were sure she continued talking, you just didn’t hear her. Her voice faded off into nothingness much like everything else. The only sound you could hear was rushing in your ears as your eyes drifted to the kitchen table. There was Nat’s dad, Rob, yes. He had a plat of lasagne before him and a glass of wine in his hand. He was smiling as he listened to his voice.
But next to him, standing up as soon as you had entered, was Boba. His plate was empty as was his glass, his big hands were resting on the table as if he had pushed himself up. He was wearing blue jeans and a belt and a blue button-down that was rolled up on his forearms. Your heart began to beat faster and faster with no shows of stopping and you were
When your eyes met his, time stood still. There was no other way to describe what was happening other than everything else ceased to exist. Time, space, and any other people in the room. It was all gone. All you could see, all you could think, was Boba. The years hadn’t changed him, really, he was still as handsome as ever, if not more. His dark eyes were warm and his lips were pressed tight together. You wondered if seeing you again affected him as much as it did you.
“Hi,” you blurted out, your voice sounding wrong to your own ears.
Boba swallowed, you could see his head bob, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. Lips that you had kissed once like it was the easiest thing in the world. And it had been.
“Hello,” he said, his voice such a deep rumble you felt like it made your chest vibrate.
Things were said and people stood and left and you didn’t really notice any of it. All you could do was watch as Boba left with Rob, his eyes never leaving yours and was Poppy with them too?
And how did you end up at the table with Nat and a steaming plate of lasagne in front of you?
“I, uh, I didn’t know your dad would stay here,” you finally said, numbly reaching for the fork. You couldn’t even look forward to Poppy’s famous lasagne. Great.
“Oh, since he sold the house, he stays over every Christmas,” she shrugged, “It’s cheaper than getting a hotel and it’s nice to have him close.”
“He sold the house?” you frowned.
“Told you,” she smiled sadly, “A lot has happened since you were last here.”
*
If there was one thing it was that Nat always knew how to get a whole group of people tied into activities, no matter how reluctant they were. Making gingerbread houses, movie nights, potlucks, and walks through the wintery town, Nat really went all out.
Which meant that you had two weeks fully packed with activities for the whole family and no chance of escaping Boba’s intense gaze.
Great.
You had prided yourself on the fact that you were over him. You had gone on dates, you had bought sex toys for yourself, you had set up dating profiles, you had done everything a woman your age did. He had no power over your anymore, of that you had been sure as soon as you had moved away.
But now that you saw him again, saw the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, saw the way his body shook when he laughed or how his hand looked around a cold glass of wine, you weren’t so sure anymore. The worst thing was when you caught him looking at you – more than once – almost lost in thought and his eyes so soft it made your chest ache.
“Dad where are you going?”
You looked up from where you were unsuccessfully trying to drip frosting over the edge of your gingerbread house.
Boba was already by the door to the hallway, looking like he got caught with the hand in the cookie jar. “I’m done,” he said and, as a way of explanation, pointed to his structurally sound and brutalist-inspired decorated ginger house.
“But we aren’t!” Nat protested and much to your dismay, she pointed to you, “Why don’t you help her?”
“Oh, I really don’t think –“
“C’mon, Boba,” Rob interrupted him gently, “Help the girl.”
You had never felt more miserable in your life. Not only did he not want to be close to you, but he also had to be forced to be close to you. An awkward silence ensued as you feverishly stared at your project, trying to avoid looking at him. Because stars knew if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to stop.
A dark green sweater appeared behind the house as he sat down and you swallowed when you thought of how good he looked with the little belly and the strong arms and the –
“So … what are we doing?”
“I’m trying to put snow on the roof,” you explained, still not looking at him. Your fingers were sticky with the glaze and you clenched your teeth when you saw a chocolate sprinkle slide down the wall. Why could this stupid thing not work the way you wanted it to?
Boba reached for the piping bag in your hands and when his fingertips brushed your knuckles, it felt like he was burning through your skin. “Here, let me. The trick is –“
You pulled away, the icicle you had been piping dropping to the tin aluminium asphalt. “I got it,” you hissed, “You can – You can do something else.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, and you could see him reaching for the bowl of cookie crumbs, “Should I do the garden?”
You nodded, trying your hardest to get your hands to stop shaking. Conversations assumed around you and you both worked in silence. He did not say anything and neither did you because what if you said something embarrassing? Had you overreacted when he had wanted to help you? What if you already had embarrassed yourself?
Then again, why would he refuse to help you? Why didn’t he want to be near you? Sure, you weren’t together anymore and you could imagine easier things for your heart than to be decorating a gingerbread house with him but surely, you weren’t that bad? Did you repulse him that much?
The thoughts in your head didn’t leave you any peace and so you chanced up a glance at him. He was meticulously spreading the cookie crumbs on the foil, his head tilted forward and your eyes followed the bridge of his nose, the line of his jaw, and the little crow's feet next to his eyes that you wanted to trace with your finger.
As if he knew you were looking at him, his eyes shot up, meeting yours. Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t do anything, really, except for watching the corners of his mouth quirk up in a tentative smile.
Shakily, you smiled back.
*
“Let’s go ice skating!”
By now you should have known that whenever Nat had an idea, she would get everyone else to do it with her whether they wanted to or not. If you were honest with yourself, you appreciated her for always getting you to try new things and taking you out of your comfort zone but damn sometimes you just wanted to take a stroll through the snow and curl up in bed with a good book.
But instead of the soft duvet of the guest bed and the warm pages under your fingertips, you were standing at the edge of the frozen lake in a park, the air filled with laughter, screeching children’s voices and the scarping of skates on ice. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shifting from left to right to keep at least a hint of body heat.
“No skating for you?”
You looked at the man standing next to you. He looked casual. And good. He always looked good. He was wearing a black coat and had his hands in his pockets as he looked at a laughing Nat and Will that waved at you. You waved back with a smile, taking a deep breath.
“I don’t really feel like breaking my neck today,” you explained, “What about you?”
“I just wanted to talk to you.”
There went your composure.
“Oh.”
“So,” he started, smiling slightly, looking at you and forgotten was your determination to just ignore him for the two weeks. The man could read you like an open book and it felt so good to be with him again. Even if it would never be like before. “Nat mentioned you got promoted?”
“I was,” you confirmed, fiddling with your hands, “I, uh, I moved to the coast two years ago. It’s pretty cool, actually, no more fighting with marketing and I get to do some of my own projects.”
“That sounds great. So, uh, John still around?” he asked, his hands awkwardly in his pockets, “Couldn’t help but notice that he isn’t … here.”
You chanced a side glance at him, marvelling at how he
You cleared your throat, “No, he, uh, he hasn’t been around for a while.”
“A while, huh?” he echoed and you nodded.
“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you shrugged, “Is, uh, is Caroline still in the picture?”
“She and I wanted different things,” he explained, “Took us just a little time to realize it. I, yeah, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
As you stood at the edge of the lake, his arm lightly brushing yours, you wondered if maybe you were meant to be.
*
“I think Will is going to propose,” she whisper shouted one night as she sat on your bed, “He is so weird about his luggage and yesterday I saw him hiding something in the sock drawer.”
You had just stepped out of the shower, your hair still dripping as you wrapped the towel tighter around your body. “Did you look to see what it was?”
“Of course not!”
You threw her a look.
“Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted, “It certainly looks like a ring box. Now I just need to
“You know I am going to ask you to be my bridesmaid, right?”
You laughed, “Thank you, Nat, but I expect you to ask me again when it is all official.”
“Of course, of course,” she assured you, gripping a pillow in front of her belly, “I am just so fucking happy. Me! Married! Can you imagine?”
“I can,” you smiled, “And I am truly happy for you, Nat.”
Suddenly her smile fell, though, and you tilted your head questioningly. “Don’t tell me you already worry about the guest list,” you teased her.
“Oh, don’t kid yourself,” she grinned, “I have that figured out since forever, I just …”
“Yeah?”
“I just wish you could feel as happy as I do,” she admitted softly and your smile fell.
“It’s okay,” you said, your heart cracking a little, “I just haven’t met the right person yet. I – I wasn’t as lucky as you were.” Your voice trailed off towards the end, knowing that you had met your person already. It just hadn’t worked out. But you could hardly tell her that.
“Yes, but what if you were,” she insisted, standing up and pacing around the room, “Maybe – maybe
“Nat, if this is your attempt to get dating again, you know I am not ready after John and –“
“John was a bad idea,” she waved off, “But it is important to me that you know that I only ever want you to be happy, okay? I need you to know that.”
“Nat, are you okay?” you frowned, pulling her into a hug, “I promise I am happy and I would never think you were trying to keep me from being happy.”
“Okay,” she sighed, her arms wrapping around your shoulders so tightly, it felt like she was squeezing the air out of your lungs, “I just really need you to know that.”
*
His stares drove you crazy. No matter where you were, in what part of the house, or with whom, Boba haunted you like a ghost and the worst thing was you weren’t even sure if it was intentional. You saw him wearing comfy sweaters, debating wine choices with Rob or joking around with poppy and always – always – glancing at you like he couldn’t even help it.
You wanted to hate him for it. You wanted to hate him for the way he had broken your heart and how you still loved him so effortlessly.
*
You had never really understood what an out-of-body experience was supposed to feel like. Yeah, sure, when Boba and you had gotten hot and heavy there had been a few instances where you felt like your mind was floating above your pleasure-filled body, it never quite rang true.
Well, when Will woke you up the next morning, asking you to back up his suggestion for the day's activity because he wanted to propose to Nat, you knew the entire day would pass you by like you were just a spectator of your own life.
And it did.
You watched Will get down on one knee in front of everyone. You watched Nat gasp in surprise, tears of happiness trailing down her eyes as she accepted with the biggest smile you had ever seen. Everyone was so happy and you wanted to think you were too. And you were. Somewhat.
But you couldn’t help but ask yourself if that would have been in your and Boba’s future if you had stayed together. If something like marriage was still in your future, even if it wasn’t with Boba. But did you even want to marry anyone that wasn’t him?
Poppy and Rob got out the prosecco and as Boba hugged his daughter and Will, his eyes met yours and you imagined seeing the same questions in his eyes that were in yours. That made it even worse.
You were all squeezed into the living room, a fire roaring in the heart and loud jazzy Christmas music playing as Nat stood next to you, showing you how her engagement ring twinkled in the firelight. It was truly a beautiful piece of jewellery and Will had chosen it perfectly for his fiancée.
Nodding at whatever she was saying, you forced the corners of your mouth upwards. The back of your neck prickled and you turned around, finding Boba frowning at you, clearly concerned. In this room full of people, he was still the only one who could spot your fake smile.
“I need to get something to drink,” you mumbled to a still-talking Nat, turning on your heel and escaping into the dark kitchen.
The feeling in your chest grew heavier with every step you took and you swore you couldn’t breathe, your vision going black for a moment. Was this what a panic attack felt like?
You opened the fridge, the blue light a welcome sight and you breathed in the cold air, closing your eyes and thinking. It would all be okay. It had to be.
“Are you okay?”
You flinched, shutting the fridge door and turning around. You wanted to say Yes, thank you for asking before smiling and going back to the living room and pretending as if nothing had ever happened. But somehow, seeing him stand in front of you, a symbol for the biggest what if, the biggest regret, the stand-in for the life you did not have but wanted to have, so badly, with him, it messed with your brain. There was no other explanation for what happened next.
“I loved you, you know?” you burst out, immediately wishing you could take it back when you saw the way his eyes widened. Your breath caught in your throat.
There they were. Words that floated between the two of you that could never be taken back, that had opened you up to him shooting the final shot, throwing you over the cliff, stomping on your offered heart and shattering it into a thousand pieces that you would pick up and glue together just to offer it again.
Because there was no denying now that no matter how much time had passed, you would always love him.
“I know,” he replied, quietly, “I love you too.”
Words were stuck in your throat, building up into a mass that made you feel like you couldn’t breathe anymore. It felt like something was stuck in your throat – your heart, maybe – and all you could hear was I loved you too. But that wasn’t what he had said, was it?
Before you got your mouth to work again, Poppy came in, her presence like a shock of cold water on your system. “Boba, could you help Rob with the tree? I think it might be a two-men-job.”
“I need to go,” he said, still only looking at you, and he followed her out.
“Yeah,” you breathed, watching him leave the kitchen, “Leave me.”
*
You took the first opportunity to leave, mumbling something about a migraine after dinner, before you hurried up the steps and into the sanctuary of your room. You sat down on the bed and didn’t move, simply letting yourself cry to your heart’s content because there was nothing, no thought, no idea, nothing, that could keep you from feeling like you had just lost everything.
You didn’t have any more strength in you to deal with this and you doubted you had had any strength coming into this. All you wanted was Boba but life just … it just didn’t work.
Maybe you weren’t meant to be after all.
What must be hours later, a knock on your door alerted you before the door already opened and a familiar redhead appeared in your room. In her hand, she held a bowl with chocolate mousse and tears stung your eyes again because she was such a good friend and she didn’t even know and –
“I am so sorry,” you cried, hastily wiping at your cheeks, “I am so happy for you, Nat, truly, I didn’t want to ruin –“
“It’s because of my dad, isn’t it?”
You froze. “What?”
“Because of Boba,” she clarified, her voice careful, and set the plate down on the dresser.
You could feel the blood leave your face, all of it racing to your heart that was pumping so fast it felt like it would burst inside your chest. You felt faint. “Nat, I’m so sorry,” you said numbly, your voice hoarse, “I – “
“Don’t … Don’t say anything, please,” she interrupted you, taking a shaky breath, “I think it's about time that I confess something to you.”
*
It was the middle of the night when she was done talking. You hadn’t said anything, feeling like a wall had just collapsed on top of you and you just sat there. And then she sat there, tears in her eyes like she was the one who had been betrayed by her very best friend.
“It was you?” you swallowed, “It … You knew? All this time.”
“I know and I – I am so sorry. You two are so miserable without each other and it is all my fault but I just – I felt like you were betraying me. But now that I know I want this happiness for you too and if it is with my dad then so be it, I mean I, … I really hope you can forgive me.”
Suddenly it all seemed too much. The ring on her finger screamed at you, rubbing under your nose how happy she was and that it was exactly this happiness that she had destroyed for you.
“I – I need to go,” you heard yourself say, already standing in front of the door.
Nat jumped up, “No, please wait!”
You ripped the door open, rushing down the hallway in a blind rage to just get away.
“Is everything okay?” That was Will. Will who was still friends with John. John who had only called you because Nat told him to. Because Nat knew. She had always known.
She called your name but you did not look back, rushing towards the stairs and bumping into a warm body.
Why did everything need to be so mall?
Warm hands settled on your upper arms. “What’s going on?” a concerned voice asked and hearing his voice now made you feel both worse and safer. Stars, you wanted to cuddle into him and escape the madness that was this day.
“I need to go,” you brought out instead, highly aware of Will’s confused stare on your back.
“No, c’mon, please let us talk!” Nat was closer now and you didn’t know what you would do if she managed to catch up with you.
Suddenly you were a few steps down the stairs, a large body covering yours from her gaze. “I think maybe that is not a good idea.”
“Dad, you have no idea –“
“I think I do,” he said, his voice unwavering and you blinked in the half-dimmed light, taking in the curve of his broad shoulders and Nat’s face you could only see parts of, “And I think your friend needs some time.”
She didn’t say anything but you also did not give her a chance too. You hurried down the steps, almost missing the last one because of how eager you were to finally get out. You did not bother to turn on the light, knowing your boots were the ones on the very left and you hopped on one foot, trying to stuff the leg of your jeans into the leather.
A shadow fell over you and you did not need to look up to know who it was.
“I am coming with you,”, he said, the car keys already dwarfed in his big hand, “you are in no condition to go anywhere on your own.”
You did not protest.
To be honest, you were relieved. Your mind was reeling, you felt like you had lived fifty years in the last twenty-four hours and you just … you just needed the familiar comfort that was him.
It was eerily quiet outside. And cold. So fucking cold. He made it a point not to touch you but you still imagined feeling the ghost of his hand on your back, leading you to his car. He opened the door for you and you slipped inside, immediately assaulted by the smell of his cologne and the sheer domesticity of it all.
Boba remained quiet as he started to drive and you appreciated him letting you your space. Because as soon as you somehow were able to form a coherent thought, panic filled you because Boba did not know. Or did he? Would you have to tell him that it was Nat’s involvement all along that had gotten you into that fateful fight years ago? Would it even matter to him?
When the car stopped, you looked up, trying to recognize the place you were at and immediately let out a sad, broken laugh.
“How fitting,” you murmured, “Let me guess, we got room 13B?”
Boba smiled sadly, “I never actually stopped the standing reservation,” he took the key out of the ignition, “Never stopped paying it.”
You did not know what to say to it but somehow it felt like a love confession all over again. The snow crunched under his shoes and you shook your head, trying to free your head from the cloudy thoughts that made everything so much harder to bear.
The way to the room caused you flashbacks of all the times you had met up here and you hated how the few steps to the stairs and along the horribly carpeted gallery felt like coming home. It felt comfortable and safe and the way Boba opened the door for you with the smallest smile felt familiar.
He shrugged out of his jacket and put it over the armchair before turning on the heating to full blast. The sound of the AC was loud and jarring but it was exactly what you needed to get you back into reality.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked when you sat down on the bed. You toed off your boots, pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your feet under the duvet. This would be a long night, of that you were sure, and you were tired of always being cold.
Boba followed your example and the mattress dipped when he sat down next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and the wish to cuddle into him was stronger than ever before.
I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too.
He had said that and he had meant it. He had to have meant it or else he wouldn’t have said it. Boba was many things but he had never maliciously lied to you and he wouldn’t start now. Or were you just imagining things because you were so desperate to be loved by him?
You took a deep breath, fresh tears gathering in your eyes and you started to relay the conversation, the monologue, you had had with Nat. It wasn’t the best moment to talk for you, considering you still hiccupped with tears sometimes or stumbled over words in your haste to get through them without crying. But Boba listened to you and he understood you if the knot between his brows was anything to go by.
His hand was lying between you, looking like it was just waiting for yours to join.
“I am so sorry, I don’t want you to be angry at her,” you trailed off towards the end, frowning, “Or maybe I do. I – I don’t know …”
“I’m not angry,” he said, “I’m just incredibly disappointed in her.”
You laughed, tears sticky on your cheeks. “Sorry,” you sobbed, “That is just the most dad thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
“I suppose that’s true,” his lips crooked up, his hand turned his palm up and you hated how that made your heart skip a beat, “But it is how I feel.”
“I never –“ you inhaled sharply, feeling your eyes sting again, “I never thought she knew. I never – What if she had –“
“Would it have made a difference?”
“Yes!” you cried, “Because I never – I never wanted to lose you,” your voice grew soft, “We could have worked things through we could have – we could still be … happy.”
Boba hummed and you gathered to courage to put your hand in his. For a split second, you were afraid he would pull away but he didn’t. His thick fingers slipped between yours effortlessly and breathing felt a little easier now that he gently squeezed your hand.
“I’ve thought so many times about what happened,” he started slowly, “It was the only thing I could think about for months and if I am really honest, it still haunts me.”
You sniffled, looking up at him through your lashes and he met your gaze and damn it why did his eyes still make your heart skip a beat after all this time?
“I wish I had done a lot of things differently back then,” he continued, never looking away from you and for the first time you imagined seeing him scared, “I should have taken your words at face value, I should have been more open about my fears and I should have … I should have believed you when you told me you didn’t mind my age. And I am – stars, princess, I am so sorry.”
You had cried so much, it felt like there were no more tears to cry. But instead of tears, you needed to spill words now because you could feel this was it. This was the moment you could be
“I would have done a lot of things differently, too,” you whispered hoarsely, clearing your throat before hurriedly continuing, “I would have tried to understand more what is at stake for you, I would have told Josh to fuck off right away,” Boba smiled at that, “I would have told you I love you and that – that I am willing .”
Boba shuffled closer, his shoulder bumping into yours and you smiled when he raised your joined hands to his knee.
“Ask me why I sold the house.”
You tried to calm your racing heart. “Why did you sell the house?”
“I could not bear to be in a city without you in it,” he confessed, “To be fair, it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you but I – I couldn’t stay in a place where there was no future with you.”
“Boba –“
His fingers squeezed yours before letting you. You watched as he stood up from the bed, walking around to stand in front of you and you gaped up at him, turning to sit on the edge. He held out his hand you gave it to him without a thought, his rough fingertips brushing over your knuckles.
“I never stopped,” he stated, his voice sounding as strong as when he had told Nat off, “I never stopped loving you, princess.”
“Me neither,” you murmured, hardly believing what was happening and you stood up as well, the edge of the mattress still in the back of your knees but you needed to be close to him. And you needed to stand because this was … this was important and you needed him to know and –
“Look where we stand, princess,” he whispered with a smile, his chest touching yours.
You looked up. Damn and motels and their cheese decorations.
“I heard it’s incredibly bad luck not to kiss under a mistletoe,” you breathed, unable to hide a teary smile as you felt his breath on your face. He was so close.
“We wouldn’t want that, now do we?” he replied with a grin, leaning even closer. His nose brushed against yours, his fingers brushing over your wrist until he could hold your hand and tug and –
Stars, you had missed kissing him.
It felt like coming home: his chapped lips against yours, the stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes, his tongue and you couldn’t help but sigh into him. He rumbled, one hand coming up to your back and holding you against him and you smiled, trying to press even closer to him.
Yes, kissing him felt like finally coming out of the cold and putting on a warm blanket.
Boba pulled away and you both breathed heavily. “I love you,” you grinned, squeezing his hand, “I love you.”
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing you softly, “I never stopped loving you.”
He held your hand and he didn’t let go, his thick fingers squeezing yours so tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear into thin air at any moment.
“Wanna sit down?” you asked, slowly sinking to the bed and Boba followed, leaning over you until your back hit the mattress.
His hand let go of yours as he supported himself above you and there was something so beautiful about finally feeling his body rest on yours again. He leant down, kissing you again though he did pull away before things could get more heated. You pouted, running your hand over his chest and belly and relishing in the tingle you felt all over your body.
“Wanna take things slow,” he whispered into your ear, his nose brushing down your jaw before he planted a kiss on your neck, “I want to do things properly, this time around.”
“There is nothing proper about us,” you teased him, kissing his scratchy jaw and the rumble he let out made your core ache.
He chuckled and rolled off of you and you turned on your side, his arm immediately coming around your middle to hold you to him. It was like no time had passed at all between now and the last time you had been this close, your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
“Not yet,” he admitted, “But there could be.”
Not knowing what he meant by that, you just looked at him, resting your hand on his chest.
“I got a job offer by the coast,” he revealed quietly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and you closed your eyes.
“Where?” you asked, hoping to not sound too eager, “I mean, uh, what city?”
He chuckled, his finger tracing over your cheek, “I think you know which one.”
Your breath caught in your throat and you opened your eyes. Boba was smiling now, properly, and his eyes were shining with mirth and he was serious and he wanted what you wanted. You could not help the excited laugh that bubbled up in your throat and soon, he joined in, peppering kisses all over your face.
“What do you say we start the new year together?” he suggested, his arm tightening around your middle, “On the same side of the country?”
*
The house was completely dark when you came back and you did not know if that should make you feel better or not.
Boba had given you his jacket, insisting that your thin pyjama shirt wouldn’t do anything to stave off the cold and he was right. Besides, you loved seeing him in his dark green sweater. Both of you were silent during the ride back but this time not because of tension or the accumulation of years of hurt but because you were so content.
He was holding your hand, his thumb occasionally running over your palm and you glanced at him every few seconds, smiling because this was the start of something precious. Something you would fight for forever if that was what it took.
The door squeaked as you entered the hallway, toeing off your boots and you could hear Rob snoring in the bedroom.
“I’m gonna get changed,” you murmured, suddenly feeling a little shy, “Will I see you at breakfast?”
Boba hummed, stepping closer to you and kissing you again, his fingers tapping your chin. “You know it, princess,” he rumbled and you kissed him again. After all, you had some catching up to do.
It was when you were both ready to go to your respective rooms that Boba posed the question you had tried to avoid. “Do you want to talk to Nat today?” he asked quietly, careful not to wake anyone.
You thought about it for a moment, your shoulder falling when you realized, “I – I don’t know. It’s all still fresh.”
“You don’t have to decide now,” Boba assured you, pulling you in for a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “We have time.”
And for the first time in weeks, you could relax because you knew he was right.
You had time.
*
There was no question that it was the best and the worst holiday of your life at the same time. You went from spending time with Nat and avoiding Boba to spending time with Boba and avoiding Nat – an arrangement that you were sure hurt her as much as it did you. But she accepted that you needed time and despite your unsure feelings, you managed to stay civil until Will drove you to the airport for your flight home.
But the year that followed was, without the question, the best one.
In January, Boba accepted the job offer and moved to the coast, only a five-minute drive away from where you lived. You texted every day and set up regular date nights and although it felt like you had simply continued where you left off, you both made it a point to talk things through, several times, until you were ready to face the new future together.
In February, he surprised you with a weekend trip to a family-led boutique hotel. You spent the entire weekend locked up in the bedroom, too busy exploring each other’s bodies to really care for what was going on in the outside world. You ordered room service, watched TV in just your bathrobes and
In March, Nat sent you a tentative text message. You replied just as tentatively. Boba set you up as his emergency contact which you found out when his company car was involved in an accident and the secretary automatically called you, causing you to have five heart attacks all at once. (He was fine, he assured you multiple times but you still got an uncomfortable feeling when he would have to drive somewhere.)
In April, Will and Nat married. Boba attended the festivities and although you were specifically named as his Plus One, you only managed to bring yourself to attend the service, clutching Boba’s hand the entire time who never left you alone – just like he had promised. As Nat passed you on the aisle, she smiled at you and you smiled back. It would take time, you realized, to ever get back to the kind of friendship you had before. But it was not impossible.
In June, you surprised a reluctant Boba with a trip to the animal shelter. The plan had been to find a pet for you but after five minutes of Boba playing with one of the older and, according to staff “shyer”, dogs, you realized that if anyone was going to leave with a pet, it would be him. And so, it came that Boba adopted an adorable American Staffordshire Terrier named Rancor.
In July, you, Rancor and Boba joined the family on the yearly summer holiday. It wasn’t even a question of whether or not you would share a room and you secretly relished in John’s shocked face when Boba kissed you demonstratively. (He insisted he wasn’t jealous but you swore he threw the man a dark look more than once. And so did Rancor.)
In August, you and Boba bought a house to make into a home. It had a garden for Rancor to run around in and enough rooms to serve as an office and, as Boba teased one evening, nurseries. Countless trips to furniture stores, home depots and gardening centres later, you knew that this was the man you wanted to spend your life with.
In September, a crying Nat called you, causing both of you to panic and Boba already googling for flight tickets until she could finally form words and reveal that she was pregnant and already four months along. Boba got a bit pale around the nose when you teasingly called him grandpa but things got better when he realized he could call Poppy grandma just to get on her nerves.
In October, you and Nat talked for three hours on the phone. Many tears and apologies later, you felt like you had finally some closure on a part of your life that had dragged on for way too long. Were things great between you? No, but they were a start that you felt good about.
In November, you and Boba attempted to make your own Thanksgiving dinner which failed catastrophically and with a barely thawed turkey in the sink, Boba made the executive decision to order pizza while you tried to save the apple pie. The night ended with you relaxing on the couch, his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest and Rancor snoozing away at the end of the couch.
But it was December that really made things come full circle. Because when you hosted your first Christmas party in your house, everybody came to visit, sharing the holiday spirit and exchanging thoughtful gifts and making you feel even more welcome in the family. A pregnant Nat helped you choose some fun activities.
And as the whole town started a countdown to the new year, Boba, whispering in your ear, his arms around you as you looked at the sky in anticipation, asked you to marry him.
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I am physically incabaple of writing smut without following up with angst. anyways here's Nina finding out her family is dead and Gaz being a good friend
Nina turned her phone on 'do not disturb' before clocking in. She wanted to avoid any further family arguments. Her mum was still upset she'd chosen to stay and work rather than join the annual family holiday on the coast. Another tradition that only started when her brother was born. She tried not to take it out on him but it was hard to watch him get everything she ever wanted from their parents.
She tossed her phone into her locker, giving up any temptation to look.
"Good afternoon, beautiful." Kyle grinned as he moved around her. "I just put a table in your section."
Nina enjoyed work. She liked when it was fast paced and time breezed by. SHe didn't like arguing with Simon over the rawness of steak.
"It is medium rare!"
"I'm not saying it's not. The dickhead at fifteen says its not! Can I just get a new one?"
"Just switch plates and give that back!"
"It won't be hot!"
"Fuck me!"
He remade it for her.
"Thank you."
"Fuck off."
"Dick!"
The corners of his eyes raised in a smirk as she took her plate and left.
It was slowing down before evening rush. She went to the back of house to steal some fries and sips of water. She could hear Kate and John yelling from down the hall.
Everyone turned to look at her as she walked in. It unnerved her. So many faces with looks of devastation. Kleo covered her mouth with her hand and looked away. Gus and Reyes were the first to turn back to their work. Kate looked like she'd been crying. She felt Simon standing behind her.
"Nina, Kate's office. Now." John said, untying his apron. He nodded at Simon and he was gone as quick as he appeared. John laid a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon love."
"You finally firing me?" She tried to joke. He wouldn't even look at her.
John shut the door and sat her down in the comfy chair. He knelt down before her and took her hands in his.
"I'm so sorry, love. I am so sorry."
"What?" She was scared, like she was at the edge of a cliff and the ground was crumbling. She was going to fall and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Kate got a call from the Dungeness police."
Nina bit down hard on her lower lip. That's where her family was staying.
"There was an accident."
She let out a cry.
Just him. Let it just be him. Let her mum and Sebby be okay. Let it just be him.
"There weren't any survivors, Nina." John held her hands tight. "They're all gone."
Downstairs Gaz looked over the seating chart. Nova and Chuy could each take another table.
"We're closing," Simon said. Kyle jumped.
"Bloody hell, you never fail to live up to your namesake do you?"
"Tell the people waiting to leave." Simon said. Chuy, Nova and Kate were already going around telling people they had to close, everyone's meal was comped.
"Why are we closing?" Kyle had never seen Price close early. Simon frowned, trying to answer.
"Nina's family-"
There was a scream from the back office. Kyle's heart sunk in his chest. It was a scream of pure pain and grief. It was Nina. He shoved his way past Simon, almost crashing into multiple patrons on his way to the office.
Nina sat with her head between her knees as Price rubbed her back. Kyle looked at Price and before he could ask was answered with a solemn nod.
He knelt down in front of Nina and pressed his head against hers.
"Gaz. They're lying," She said softly. Tears ran from her cheeks and onto her pants.
Kyle laid his hands on her knees. He didn't know what to say. They'd grown up together. He didn't get on with her family but he'd known her parents his entire life. He took her brother to football practice only a couple weeks before. He was only fifteen.
"Kyle... tell me they're lying." Her voice cracked as she reduced to begging. "Please. Tell me...tell me they're lying."
"I'm so sorry, Nim." He did his best to hug her, pulling her closer to him. She opened up, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. He did his best to keep his balance as she slid of the chair and into his lap. Her sobs were long and aching.
Any arguments customers had about leaving were subsided by her cries. Everyone was quiet as they started their cleaning tasks. Kyle rocked her in his arms. Price knelt down beside them, rubbing her back again.
"Let's get you home."
"No..nonono." She clung to Kyle. She still lived with her family.
"Want to go to my place?" Kyle asked, stroking her hair. "You can stay with me."
She nodded against him.
"Just hold on, I got you." Kyle scooped her up bridal style as he stood, Price offering his arm for balance. Nina could hardly focus on what was going on. Her whole chest ached. She wanted to throw up.
Kyle was the only thing she could focus on. She pressed her nose against the crook of his neck and breathed in his cologne, the same scent he'd been wearing for years. She glad he was carrying her, she felt like there wasn't even a floor. She'd just fall forever. If she let go she'd fall and she'd lose him too.
There was a knock on the door. Simon had gathered her things. He looked at her with a shared grief, like she was going through a door he'd already been through.
"Clear her notifications," He said to Price. How many calls did she miss? If she'd picked up would it all be different? She could saved them.
Price drove them to Kyle's flat. He laid her on his bed and started to undo her hair from its bun. He helped her change out of her work clothes and into one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.
Price made tea that would go cold.
"I'm going to go down there and bring them back, okay? Kyle will look after you." He kissed her forehead. "Kyle you call me about anything, understand?"
"Yes, sir." Kyle had been out of the service for a year now and he still called Price sir. Kyle tucked her into bed climbed in beside her. She alternated between ear shattering sobs and silent tears. He held her through it all. His mum stopped by with food at some point. Nina's mum had been her friend.
Kyle only focused on Nina, stroking her hair, rocking her, helping her shower and eat, staying awake while she slept to fend off any nightmares.
He was her life jacket on the raft of his bed. The world outside of it was too awful to even think about. It was made of nothing and meant nothing. Time stopped meaning anything.
Price was asking her questions about funerals and she couldn't even sit up to look at him.
"I wish it was me," she whispered.
"Don't say that, Nina." Kyle pressed his forehead against hers. They were under the covers, shielded from the daylight.
"It's my fault."
"No, it's not."
"I didn't go. if I had gone-"
"I would have lost my best friend." He wouldn't let her talk like that. He couldn't stop her from thinking but he could stop from vocalizing those thoughts, making them real. "I love you, Nina. I'm so happy you're here."
He held her as she started crying again. He held her during the funeral. He gritted his teeth as people lined up to pay respects to her father. An SAS captain, like Price. The union jack was draped over his coffin. He didn't deserve the respect. He was found at fault for the accident, going too fast around a corner.
Nina hated him. He stole her family from her in childhood, neglecting her over anger that she wasn't a son. He stole her family from her as an adult, killing her mother and brother with carelessness. Kyle and John were all she had left.
Tags: : @water-bearz @gogh-with-the-flow @queen-ilmaree @macravishedbymactavish
#restaurant au#childhood friends AU#Nina x Gaz#kyle gaz garrick x oc#Gaz x Nina: Childhood Friends AU
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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧
This was requested on ao3. You can also read it here
REQUEST: Kirk/Lars hanahaki disease angst w/ happy ending?
Pairing: Kirk/Lars
TW: sick character
It started with a cough.
It wasn’t even that bad, just a permanent tickle in his throat that didn’t go away no matter how much he drank.
But it only took a few days for it to turn into a hacking cough, leaving him breathless. His housemates become concerned, because all he seems to be doing is coughing.
But it’s not a problem. Until it is.
He’s sitting with Jason, both of them playing their guitars, and Kirk coughs, grimacing at the way it scrapes at his chest.
Jason shoots him a look but Kirk just waves him off, going back to strumming his guitar.
They’re halfway through a song when Kirk feels it. It’s like something’s trying to pry its way out of his chest, up his throat, and he coughs, hard. He doubles over, eyes squeezing shut as he hacks, feeling his hand turn wet.
He heaves a breath, almost feeling like he’s vomiting as whatever it is pushes its way out of his throat and into his hand.
He breathes, finally, and opens his eyes.
His hand is dripping with blood, and there in the middle, is a flower petal.
Shit.
“Dude,” Jason exclaims, pushing his guitar to the side, eyes wide as he eyes Kirk’s hand.
Kirk grimaces, reaching over to grab a tissue, wiping his hand and bundling the flower up and throwing it in the trash.
“Why have you not said anything?” Jason asks, face still slack with shock.
Kirk sniffs, not really comprehending what’s happening.
“I didn’t know what was wrong.”
“Well apparently you’re in love,” Jason says, crossing his arms. “Who is she? Do I know her?”
At least, there’s one thing Kirk is sure about. It’s not a girl. In fact he knows exactly who it is. It’s the person who’s been stuck to his side for the past 5 years. The same person who he lives with and sees every day and he knows won’t love him back. Mostly because he’s a dude. And Lars isn’t gay.
He’s heard about this disease before, that either the other person loves him back or he dies.
He doesn’t like having that ultimatum hanging over his head; that he has to tell Lars to even have a chance at surviving. But he doesn’t see the point anyways. Lars will never love him back.
So he continues on, coughing up blood and flower petals until he’s bed ridden, can’t even move without flowers digging their graves in his lungs.
It hurts, hurts so fucking much, and he knows he’s going to die. Even when the other three get concerned and just tell him to let the other person know, he won’t. It wouldn’t be fair, and he just feels like he’s forcing the other person to like him.
He knows he’s only got a few days now, can hardly breathe, his breaths crackly and hot, blood speckled across his lips.
He’s half asleep when he realises he’s not alone.
He blinks his eyes open to see Lars sat on the bed watching him. He looks concerned, even sad? His eyes are wet and his bottom lip’s trembling. Kirk would sit up if he had the energy.
“I can’t bear to see you like this,” Lars says, breath hitching, reaching across to take one of Kirk’s limp hands in his own.
“Why don’t you just tell them? It’s not too late.”
Kirk coughs, tastes blood, lolls his head to look at Lars better. Lars’s crying softly now, hands clammy around Kirk’s own, and it kills Kirk not to just tell him. In fact, it practically is killing him.
“They’re not gonna love me back,” Kirk rasps, smacking his dry lips together.
Lars shakes his head with a sob, bending over at the middle.
“I can’t just sit here and watch you die,” he says, voice loud, and Kirk flinches.
“You have to,” Kirk says because it’s true. They have no other choice.
Lars makes a frustrated noise, moving to grip Kirk’s jaw between his fingers.
“I can’t fucking let you go,” he cries, face close now, and Kirk wants to move, wants to push Lars away, to stop taunting him. He can’t bare it. He swallows back the urge to cough.
Lars blinks his tears away, looking at the ceiling, before finally, his gaze settles back on Kirk with a deep breath.
“I-“ he starts, his fingers moves to thumb across Kirk’s chin. He’s so close, Kirk can practically feel his heart beat through his chest.
“I love you.”
It’s no more than a whisper, and Kirk doesn’t think he’s heard it right.
“What?”
Lars laughs wetly, inching away, but a surge of adrenaline makes Kirk hold him close, a hand on his shoulder.
Lars looks at him for a moment, unsure.
“I love you,” he repeats, and Kirk can feel the exact moment the disease halts.
He smiles and abruptly pulls Lars into a kiss. Lars gives a surprised yelp but kisses him back, hands flying to cup Kirk’s nape.
“I love you too,” Kirk says when they pull away, and Lars’s eyes widen.
“It was me? This whole time?”
Kirk just nods, not trusting his voice because he may not be dying anymore, but it’s gonna take him a long time to recover and he still feels like he’s on deaths door. Lars scoffs.
“And you didn’t think I’d love you back? Are you that stupid?”
Kirk ducks a little, but how was he supposed to know Lars loved him? As far as he was aware, Lars was straight.
“I’ve loved you since day one,” Lars says, pressing their foreheads together, thumbing away the tears that track down Kirk’s face.
Kirk just grins, pulling Lars back in for another kiss.
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Fluff and teensy bit of angst 'cuz Travis being Travis. Stubborn dork.
Heart
"Are those papers just for today?"
"Yes."
He kept his replies as curt as possible. Maybe that'll make the other exasperated enough to leave quicker. No such luck.
"You can't be serious."
He didn't answer this time. He didn't even look over the stacks of papers that were taking up all the possible spaces on his desk, the ones right next to him almost towering over his head.
"I'm going to be here for awhile. If you're just going to stand there the whole time, you might as well leave now."
"Travis."
He didn't like that tone. Little more of that and he knew what effect it'll have on him. He took a breath.
"I said, leave."
A beat passed between the two, him still stubbornly refusing to look away from the document he's writing on. He almost didn't hear the soft utterance.
"Why do you do this to yourself?"
That made him involuntarily grit down on his teeth. Why? Why not? What else was he supposed to do? He had works to do. He always had something to do. It was his job. His duty.
All that he's good for.
"You know you can take a break, you've more than earned-"
"I decide, whether it's time for a break or not. Now, if you will kindly excuse me, I have a paperwork that requires my attention, and I'd appreciate it if you would just stop being a fucking nuisance."
For a whole minute Travis continued to scribble down without any interruption, which significantly calmed his nerves.
"Okay."
The pen halted in its track.
He looked up just in time to see his office door shut without even a click.
.................That.....it-
He looked down at the half written report. At the pen. A gift. The gift from the person who he just called a nuisance and told off. His mouth pulled at one corner, a sigh leaving between the thinned lips. His exhausted eyes swept over the mix of papers and clutter that was his desk. Something small and black caught his eyes. When he reached for it, he realized that it was a black thermos.
As soon as he popped the lid off, rich aroma of coffee engulfed his face, and he instantly relaxed into the familiar scent. Small sip confirmed that it was made exactly the way he liked it. Then, it dawned on him.
"Shit..."
He almost jumped out of the seat as he hurried for the door. Maybe if he sprinted all the way he could still-
Had it not been for a set of firm hands holding onto his shoulders, he would've crashed into the very person who happened to be standing there when he all but slammed the door open.
"Jesus christ are you trying to give me a heart atta-"
Frown settled over the other's face at his rigid posture.
"Are...you okay?"
He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Quickly regaining his composure, all he muttered was a cracked "Yes."
An arched eyebrow, but no more questions were thrown his way, so that was good.
"I just, uh...I came back to give you this."
He looked down at the neatly folded, tiny yellow paper being handed his way. It turned out to be a post-it, and inside it said,
'You have a good heart. Hold onto that, yeah? Not many are deserving of it.'
"It was supposed to go on the thermos but I kinda forgot. Sorry about that."
He slowly looked between the post-it and the sheepish face, dumbfounded.
"You..you came here to give me this? A-and the coffee?"
"Yeah but...you can get the coffee anywhere. I shouldn't have come unannounced anyway. Didn't know you're so busy."
The shitty, instant coffee in a paper cup that's lukewarm when he chugs it down, yes. Not the strong, freshly brewed(with good beans, by the smell of it), hot coffee, that was thoughtfully stored in thermos so it'll stay warm during his work and won't accidentally spill all over the documents.
"I won't bother you anymore. I promise. You go do your work, officer."
The same quiet, dejected tone he heard before he looked up. If he felt bad before, now something in his chest just tore in the middle.
When he snapped out of his stupor all he saw was their retreating back. Panic settled in his gut, the siren going off in his head screaming 'Say something you idiot!'
"Wa-wait!" The moment the word left his mouth he was speechless. When he saw a head turning, looking over the shoulder, he felt his mouth dry. Shit.
"I, uh," God, he was acting like a shy teenager, not a jaded, world-weary cop who's well on his way to the life of a senior citizen. What was wrong with him?! "Thanks for the...coffee. A-and the note."
A nod. Eyes lacking their usual spirit. Fuck. Fuck, he had to fix this. He could fix this.
"......Are you hungry?" Good job Travis, what a great ice breaker, he told himself. The more he continued the more he felt like digging into his own grave.
"........Uh.."
"There's uh...a diner that I go from time to time. If you haven't had lunch yet, we could...go there."
"But you're busy."
He was. Made it pretty damn clear. Like a moron. They were just trying to be nice and he was being a dick about it. He rubbed the back of his neck, a sigh escaping between the chapped lips.
"You were right. I could use a break."
Cautious eyes swept over his definitely not nervous face. He didn't realize when his palms got so sweaty. Only when he saw a faint smile and the blooming warmth in those eyes did he let himself sag with relief. Just a little. Hopefully the other didn't notice.
"Can't say no to that. Well, lead the way then, officer." The cheery attitude was back. For once, Travis thanked whatever deity there might be for not letting him fuck this up.
Later, with the other being all peppy and happy with dishes full of hearty meals between the two, Travis thought of that little yellow post-it.
He didn't know about the 'good heart' part. For all he knew it was blackened and rotten, bruised to the point of festering after decades of abuse this world put him through.
But now...with a laughter that tickled him in a strange way, stories of daily shenanigans, and a soft, easy gaze directed his way, he was sure.
At least it was in good hands.
#the quarry#travis hackett#sheriff hackett#officer hackett#travis hackett x you#travis hackett x reader#fluff#by the power of sweetness have at thee#fanfic#writing practice#music#song inspired#my writing#writing
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No Mercy
AN: G/N reader, I do love hurting people. What can I say, I like angst (even if its not Smoke or Ace) Anyway, enjoy :)))
Word count: 2127
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, maybe a little more graphic violence, character death, very brief mention of sucidal thoughts. Angst :)
AO3
So close. The end was in sight, the helicopter primed and ready. All you had to do was get there. The group of you sprinted towards it, infected on your trail. You were the last one in the group, you would make it. Olivier held out his hand on the helicopter, ready for you to grab. With your rifled pushed to your back you held out your arm to grab it but just as your fingers were to touch him, the floor collapsed beneath you. With wide eyes, time moved in slow motion as you fell down, down, down into the building. Extraction, no longer an option.
“What the fuck do you mean you left them behind?” Olivier didn’t have time to say anything before the fist connected with Olivier's face. Olivier stumbled back from the force and James took a step forward to grab the man by the collar. Yet his intentions were interrupted by Jordan who pulled him back.
“Stop this now. This will get us nowhere.” Eliza’s voice commanded as she entered the room. James pulled himself from Jordan and while Jordan was hesitant to let the man go, he didn’t move towards him. “Now, we are already organising a team to get them back James but if you're not fit for work you can sit this one out.” His head snapped to Eliza’s. “Olivier followed protocol, the entire team did. We know this is a time-sensitive matter so we can’t have any of this infighting. Or blame.” A sigh left her mouth and James let out a huff, the situation successfully defused, to a degree anyway. “The lot of you who just arrived go get cleaned up, James prepare for briefing.”
“Don’t make me regret allowing you to come along James.” It was the first thing Ash said when they reached the hot zone. With them were Gustave, Timur and Siu. While Olivier and Gustave both agreed that it was risky bringing James, Gustave knew the results if something went down. If they failed, if anything didn’t go exactly to plan, James would be a loose canon. The possibilities of leaving him behind were far worse than if he came. Eliza was thankful that Gustave came along, if she needed to rein James in, Gustave would certainly help.
“What do you see?”
“It’s quiet, too quiet.” Timur answered before he passed the sniper towards her so she could see.
“The roof collapsed as they reported. Chopper won't be an option, we need to secure an escape plan once we find them. The group of them approached the building. The roof had completely caved in on itself and Eliza was hesitant to blow any more holes in the support for fear that the entire building would crumble. “There are two main stairways, the main entrance and then the fire escape on the left side of the building. Well, survey them before we make our way to the next floor.” Bodies of the deceased littered the floor, grunts everywhere. Coms were quiet, no one wanted to set off James. The previous team had done a good job at clearing the area, it hadn’t been too many hours and the chimera parasite had yet to take it back.
The main stairway was blocked off after the second story and so they moved to the fire escape. Tension was high in the air, it was still so quiet. The small sound of Timurs suppressed fire came out as they neared so unaware grunts but only a few stragglers that had yet to be dispatched. The fourth floor. Timur paused and crouched, a decent amount of the floor had been consumed by the cave-in but there was still room to stand, unlike the fifth floor which had been completely consumed. “This is recent.” His glove touched the congealed blood trail that splattered the floor.
“Must be from them.” Siu pointed to the dead grunts who had been splattered on the wall. The effects of a high calibre rifle. Eliza covered Timur as he got closer, inspecting the grunt's wounds. “This was certainly made by their Barrett.” James perked up from Timurs observation, hope springing inside of him.
“So they're alive.” James let out a sigh of relief, almost a smile.
“They survived the fall but who knows how far away this was taken. You can see the effects of the anti-material rifle at work.” Timur pointed to the holes in the wall, too dark for them to see the full extent of their range.
“Let’s keep moving.” Eliza motioned.
“If that's recent then there's the possibility that there are more still alive around here.” Gustave spoke, a warning for them to still be on their guard. They followed the path of the holes in the wall. There were two rather large holes that all came from the same direction, the same spot. A giant beacon to one central location. At they approached the location the moon cast down to the side of the room, the hole in the ceiling rather significant. They all noticed it but no one said a word, there were a lot of bodies on the ground. Siu flitched up, about to fire when
Gustave held his hand up. They all paused to look at it. The apex. The dead apex. Where its head should have been was a giant hole, barely still together, pieces of disintegrating infection and fabric all that remained. Yet they could still hear the faintest sounds of snarling. Timur looked through his scope. “There, 1 o’clock. Single target. Rooter.” It was at the very end of the two giant tunnels of holes.
“Guards up.” Eliza approached it, her team behind her and James next to her. As they neared the sound got louder and Eliza’s gun lowered. “Shit.” There you were, impaled on a beam. On the floor next to you lay a sea of bullet shells, your Barrett abandoned while you twitched. No longer were your hands human but covered in spikes. Long spikes had replaced your arms and legs, skin shredded apart. The helmet you once wore hand be destroyed by the large spikes that shot out of your head. A once bright yellow suit had been covered in blood, smaller spikes poking through the material. The beam shot right through your stomach, and every so often you would attempt to teleport only to be stopped in the same location.
“No, no, no, that's not…” James stumbled back. His hands shook, his breathing getting ever heavier. He had been trained, he was used to death and yet. The mask over his face was claustrophobic, he needed it off desperately. James’s breath sped up, his chest tightening as his eyes went wide. James tripped backward but didn’t care as he fell onto the ground.
“He's having a panic attack.” Gustave immediately moved towards him and down into a crouch, Siu and Timur focusing on keeping the perimeter while Eliza kept an eye on you. “James you need to look at me. Listen to my voice. I know what you have seen is hard but I need you to focus on my voice. Can you do that?” James’s panicked eyes went to his. “Good, now try to focus on your breathing, try to slow it down. With me, in… and out.” James didn’t want to focus on reality, he didn’t want to focus on Gustave and yet, he did. The training deep down inside of him demanded that he finished the mission. James’s breath slowly started to recover. A few moments passed before Gustave helped the man to his feet, still shaken up but his head back in the game.
“We can’t leave them like this.” Eliza spoke, her scope on you and your desperate flailings. Even if James was your lover, you were still a lot of people's friend, hers included. While it didn't show, she hurt as well. Just like the rest of the squad, just like the rest of your comrades. James slowly walked towards you. “James…” Eliza hesitantly lowered her gun.
“You don’t have to do this if you choose not to.” Gustave placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I need to. It has to be me.” Gustave looked away from him while Eliza approached him, stun grenade in her hand. They both knew right away that his mind was made up, it would be pointless to try and fight it.
“Well cover you.” She offered the stun grenade to him which he took without hesitation. Eliza held her gun up, ready to take you down if something went wrong, Gustave following her lead.
“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I missed you.” his voice was low, eyes trained on you. If it hadn’t been for his daughter, perhaps he would have even put into work the idea of allowing you to take him. A small thought consumed his mind, but no, he wouldn’t do that to her, no matter how much the pain hurt. “We were so busy with the outbreak, we barely had any time to see each other huh. I didn't even see your send-off.” His eyes shut for a moment, and tears started to run down his face. “But you really kept out huh, really gave 'em hell. Fuck.” He choked out. “Real hell of a storm aren't yah? I bet you took down that apex huh? You were always strong as hell but then at the same time. So loving, love I was lucky to be on the receiving end of. Fucking shit, I… do you remember when we were on your roof looking at the stars? It was years ago, a quiet little night but I remember you telling me about how you loved the moon, I almost proposed to you then. You had this peaceful look on your face, one full of wonder. So calm, I love that look on your face. Or well... Loved that look on your face.” He looked down, still out of your reach.
In his pocket, he dug out a small ring, a single band. “I think the thing I regret the most is not doing so. Afterwards, I kept telling myself, the perfect opportunity will come, but I was wrong. I should have asked you that night. You never wanted a big fancy proposal, fuck maybe I should have just done it any time. Knowing you, I could have done it with fuck all and you would have said yes. But I wanted to give you the perfect moment.” He gripped the ring tight. “Then this all happened and I…” Words escaped him. “I love you so goddamn fucking much, you never deserved this.” James hissed out, the moon shining down on the ground next to him. “At least you got to see the night sky before, before…” The suppressed sound of Timur's fire from behind him went ignored as James took another step. “Don’t worry babe, it will all be over soon.” The stun grenade left his fingertips and rolled on the floor.
He looked away as you made out a hissing sound before it was cut off by the stun. James used the opportunity to get into range, his dagger coming out and digging it into your mutated skull. It slammed into its side, over and over, the red light fading from your eyes as tears ran down his face. James’s vision was covered partially and his sobs could be heard by his team behind him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He choked out.
The knife came out of the side of your skull for the last time and your body slumped down to the bottom of the beam. James crouched down in front of your dead form, the ring was placed on your lap and with shaky hands, he removed one of the dog tags from around your neck. As he started to rise from his feet his eyes went to the Barrett next to you. Slowly his fingers picked it up, a solidly built gun. The chamber was empty, all ammo gone. “Fought to the end huh? Just like you to do so." He choked out a breath, a final goodbye. "I love you and I’ll never forget you. Thanks, babe, for everything.” The fire picked up behind him, Siu’s gun joining Timur's.
“They know we are here.” She called over her shoulder.
“We need to go, James, there's only one way out or else we could all be trapped here.” Eliza pleaded with him. A breath left his mouth and he turned around, anger filled his eyes as he shrugged the sniper rifle over his shoulder.
“Let's burn this fucking thing down.”
#r6s#rainbow six siege#r6s x reader#smoke x reader#james porter#heh the title is very much a reference to l4d1 and pd2#god that map on pd2 kills me
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Still You | DKS
Fluffy's note: Hi! This is my fourth series to be posted here in Tumblr. I know it's been a long long time since I went on hiatus due to my super busy college life in architecture school. Many might have left already or forgotten that this blog exists, but I'd still be happy to share this story with the ones who are still here. I'm currently writing this one, so expect slow updates from this turtle author :< hope you guys are all safe and well!
Group: EXO
Member: Do Kyungsoo
Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU
stillness. and then, you came.
This book cover is edited by yours truly again. 😘
Still
It was a very rainy day.
You couldn't help but to buy a cup of coffee at the cafe right across from your workplace after work. Your boss lashed out at you for a little mistake, everyone's in a bad mood, your blouse got caught on a random metal wire by your desk, and the photocopy machine decided to break as soon as you were clicking its start button.
Fuck, you thought like a mantra.
Of all the days in the week, why did you have to be so unlucky today? A monday, really?
"That would be ₩5,560, ma'am… Ma'am?"
"Oh," you cursed in your head as you took out whatever bill you had in your wallet. Your cheeks burned as you felt the stare the cashier was giving you. He must have been calling you thrice now. "Here, I'm sorry."
"No problem. I received ₩6,000."
You unconsciously scratched the back of your neck as you looked up.
Why didn't I look up earlier?
The cashier had his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his finger tips on the screen in front of him, quickly pulling out the drawer to place the bills he got. His dark hair looked so neat and thick that it made me want to touch and ruffle it. He wasn't smiling, but his cheeks are so plump and—
"Your change, ma'am."
You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you focused on his face. His rounded eyes were staring into yours with indifference, but why the hell did your heart pound so quickly? You snatched the change from his hand before taking your order away.
"Thanks." You mumbled shyly as you embarrassingly got out of the line.
Shit, he's cute. I think he's new here? You thought as you bit your lip, placing your cup on the table right by the glass wall facing the sidewalk. You could still see him from this area. You just noticed that most of the customers were old people and a minority were girls, probably from the nearby high school.
"I couldn't see his name tag. How stupid." You said to yourself as you took a sip from your cup. It was already past 5pm. "Ugh, I need to get home."
Who the hell forgot her umbrella then? Nam Eunjoo.
"I officially hate this day."
"Excuse me."
"Fuck." You exclaimed as you almost spilled your hot coffee. Your eyes were already blazing, ready to release all of the stored stresses and frustrations of this day. "Who the hell—"
"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Did it spill? I'll get a mop, first, and I'll refill your cup."
It was the cute cashier.
"N-No, no need. Uhm, it didn't get to my pants." You were surprised that he panicked, his warm and calming voice raising which still sounded like music to your ears. You quickly took a peek at his name tag.
Kyungsoo
"So, what did you need, Kyungsoo-ssi?" You were hesitating if you should look into his eyes, but that would mean your cheeks would be on fire.
"We're offering rentable umbrellas since it's been pouring for a while now." He raised an umbrella on his right hand, still with an unreadable expression. Can't he smile a bit? "Just go to the counter and write your name. It's going to be limited, so if you badly need one, you can take one." He looked at the spilled coffee on your table and frowned. "I'll refill that cup."
"It's really fine, I'll be going after a few minutes anyway." You smiled, trying to look as harmless as you can. "Thanks for the heads up, I'll surely rent one 'cause I badly need one, heh." You awkwardly chuckled as you glanced at his reaction.
He didn't look happy with the spilled coffee.
"I'll drink the rest of this one," You raised the cup as you nodded at him. "Thanks."
"Okay then." He slowly bowed before moving onto the next table.
He's cute, but he could at least look friendly?
"Am I that annoying today? No one even wants to smile at me. Sucks." You mumbled as you looked out by the glass window. The street lights start to light up, and the number of people walking increases as the sun sets, marking the end of the day. It was just the beginning of the week, but you feel like your exhaustion meter was at its peak already.
After 10 minutes, you made sure to drink all of the coffee inside that cup, thinking how that cashier guy stared at your spilling— that was his fault anyway. You stood up from your seat, and walked to the counter as he said earlier. You glanced at the side and he was not in sight.
He must be on break or out of his shift already.
"Excuse me, I'll be renting one please." You told the girl by the counter, who smiled instantly as she handed you the paper full of names with numbers. "I'll be writing only my name, right?"
"Yes, we'll be giving you an assigned number so we can easily take note of who rented the umbrellas." She said in a light manner, so much in contrast to that previous guy. You quickly wrote your name and paid a very reasonable amount. "Thank you. See you again tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you."
You took the umbrella which was lighter than yours and walked out of the cafe. It was still heavily raining, but people were still loud and laughing with the umbrellas over their heads. Some were even running around with their coats serving as a cover, but they were all smiling.
How lucky.
You quickly spread open the umbrella as you got out, preparing yourself to walk back across the street. The bus station was a few blocks away, but it's better than before where you had to take a taxi to the nearest station from your home. You just need to take this one route—
"Excuse me, ma'am!" You were suddenly pulled back by someone. Someone with a very familiar voice.
"Shit!" You cursed loudly as you felt the cold rainwater slightly wet your bag. You let out a deep sigh before looking back at the person who stopped you. "What the hell do you want now?"
His eyes were glimmering, reflecting the street lights so clearly you nearly got drawn into them. His hair was slightly ruffled, his apron smudged with a few colors, and his cheeks were red. You thought he wasn't around anymore.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I think I made you feel bad. Well, you're not the first one." He awkwardly touched his cheek. You instantly thought that he heard you mumble earlier. Oh god, just let the ground swallow me whole now. "I know this is not much, but here's a freebie as compensation." He handed you a small bag of cookies with a pink ribbon. "I hope you still come back. I'll work on my friendliness."
"Pft." You took the bag of cookies with a big grin, excited with the freebie. Not just the freebie though. "Well, I'm not holding any grudge, that's just very low. I like the coffee here, and I just work right across the street, so I'll surely be coming back. And yeah," You slightly waved the umbrella in your hand. "I need to return this one."
Kyungsoo widened his eyes as he realized that. He looked at your eyes briefly before looking at the street. You figured that he's embarrassed as well, making you chuckle as you realize you two might be more similar than you thought.
"Thank you for the cookies. I really appreciate the gesture, but you didn't have to. I would have appreciated your words all the same." You smiled.
"Yeah, I'd take note of that."
And then, he smiled.
It was so beautiful that your mind buffered for a second.
How lucky. You thought.
—
this is just the prologue.
☘ Ch.1
#exo#exo imagine#exo fanfic#exo series#exo scenario#exo x you#exo x reader#exo x oc#exo fluff#exo angst#kpop#kpop fanfic#kpop series#kpop imagine#kpop fluff#kpop angst#exo kyungsoo#exo do#exo do kyungsoo#kyungsoo fluff#kyungsoo angst#kyungsoo fanfic#kyungsoo series#kyungsoo imagine#kyungsoo x you#kyungsoo x reader#kyungsoo x oc#exo neighbor au
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hey sexy! just stopping by to tell you that reading your feedback on "I'm At Home" the other day literally had me melted, all over the FLOOR. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 I can't tell you how hard I was cackling from happiness while reading it. I don't deserve youuuuuuuuuuu
anyway, just wanted to give you a huge THANK YOU. I ended up re-reading the whole fic myself over the last few days, and then i just now finished adding 5x more drama and angst and goodass soap opera shit to the sequel I'm writing for it, and honestly, thank you so much for kick-starting my motivation to write. I am not by any means done with "Abandon," but it's at a quiet spot for a second, and the next chapter is just a long beast of a thing (mostly because it shifts through everyone's pov at least once - kakashi's, rin's, obito's, and minato's, plus a new character, for one hot second, and it's taking me forever to make it sit right and be consistent). So anyway the revisions over there have been slow, and I didn't know I needed a break but I really needed a break, and I loved having a good reason to revisit "At Home" and write more for that one. i'll post the first chapter of the sequel pretty soon, i think. I've already finished most of the fic, at least all/most of the crying scenes, and the yelling-at-each-other scenes, and the talking-it-out scenes, and the lighthearted-banter scenes. Now I just have to finish writing the screaming-and-writhing-in-awful-terrible-pain scenes, which oughtta be fun!! (i almost always save those for last, like they're the writing dessert, omfg send help). plus the follow-up/aftercare scenes, where hopefully everybody gets bandaids who needs them, hopefully with disinfectant this timme rip, rin, i love you, but it's a lot more fun to write ShittyMedic!Obito
anyway, because it's me, you know there's gonna be a whole lot more angst, whump, and fleshwounds than is strictly necessary, but just fyi thanks to you and one particular small thing you mentioned in your comment, a lightbulb went off in my head earlier and so now there's also just one more extra notch of all that good stuff than is strictly necessary. after re-reading your comment, i wrote a new line into the sequel draft, re-read the line, and was just like: "yikes." poor kakashi rip haha.
ANYWAY! i love you very much for getting back to me within 5-7 business days! no promises but I will try to do the same with the next fic update 🥰😊
heyyyy!! once again i'm really glad to hear my comment made you so happy, it was such an insanely good read i couldn't resist. did you know i almost copied the whole thing into google docs? i thought i was going to exceed the comment character limit and i would have to post two comments instead of one, but honestly if i had you would've deserved both comments bc 'I'm At Home' is fucking stellar. 100/10. gonna be rereading this one.
dude im SOO excited for the sequel. i can't wait :D i can't wait for the update to Abandon either, i love to sit back after the day is over and see you've updated Abandon so i've got another chapter to read before bed. its like a bedtime story shittymedic!obito my BELOVED. honestly the scene in I'm At Home where he stitched kakashi's wounds and gagged and squealed the whole time was one of my favorites, partially just because of how over-the-top disgust was but also because even though he was so grossed out he still took care of kakashi's wounds. I love hearing these updates for both Abandon and I'm At Home!
"thanks to you and one particular small thing you mentioned in your comment, a lightbulb went off in my head earlier and so now there's also just one more extra notch of all that good stuff than is strictly necessary." < oh this pleases me greatly. this pleases me VERY MUCH. evil laughing rn
"i wrote a new line into the sequel draft, re-read the line, and was just like: "yikes."" < i CANNOT wait to find out what it is because my reaction will most likely also be 'yikes' and also *evil laughter*
don't push yourself too hard!! i can always wait for an update <3 but i am also looking forward to it!
#ard answers#always love seeing you in my ask box my friend#it makes my day#also been thinking abt writing an obito redemption fic#but if i did it might end up as long as Abandon#and long projects like that always intimidate me#poisoned at the roots was the first longfic w multiple chapters that i ever completed#but apprehension will get me no where perhaps i just need to jump right in
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Hey I got a request for jj I understand if u don’t want to do it
so you are jj sister u are about 15 and one day you stared to have these pains turn out u was pregnant and u was in labour and u was worried u was that jj was going to be mad at u and when u had the baby and took it home u was worried u was going to be a bad mum so jj and John b started helping witt the baby and they started to Noticed you’ve been distance and they comforted u when u told them everything 
morning sickness
brother!jj x pregnant!sick!sister!reader
a/n: im not used to having the reader in no romantic/sexual relationship with the pairing, this probably sucks and i think i fucked up the ending so bear with me.
word count 2.1k
warnings: not proof-read, teenage pregnancy, grammar, swearing, a little angst, mentions of throwing up, labour, a twist?
summary: reader gets pregnant ➢ 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵
"pope," you plead, "give me back my shoe."
you reach on your tiptoes to grab it from his hand.
"please." you beg, jumping up and swinging your arm into the air.
he giggles and maneuvers it around until you finally snatch it from his hand.
"peice of shit," you grumble, raising your knee to slip your shoe back on, over your heel.
"hey guys," john b comes in through the screen door, "everyone on for the party tonight?"
you groan, laying your arms on the counter.
"john b my entire body hurts, especially my abdomen." you sigh, "is that what you call it? ab-do-me-"
"oh my god, fine, just stay here." he rolls his eyes, "fine by me, i wont have to babysit you."
you furrow your eyebrows and make a pouted expression, "but then i'd be alone."
he looks around the room sarcastically, "no shit! you're 15!"
he sighs and rubs his eye before locking his expression on your puppy eyes, "cant you handle one night alone with a bottle of advil?"
"yes, okay, fine asshole, i'll be here," you groan.
JJ comes up from behind you and tosses john b a loaf of bread over your head.
"i'll stay with you, bug."
"really??" you grin, looking up at JJ
"yeah its fine, i got wasted yesterday anyways. i dont think i can handle another hangover. and thats coming from me, princess."
"see?" john b raises his eyebrows, "problem solved."
he nods his head and picks up two large coolers before kicking the screen open with his foot and shifting out of the doorway, pope following behind.
you sigh and shift your attention to your brother. "bird piss is gone, what should we do?"
he hums, "we could watch a movie."
you huff in your cheeks, "m'kay. what kind?"
"i don't know, what do you watch these days?" he asks, sitting in john b's couch.
"how about the hangover? you could fantasize about getting drunk and having a big dick."
his mouth drops open, "how do you know about that movie?? and i do have a big dick!"
"mm, ive been scarred once," you press your lips together, "tell that to your girlfriends."
he puts his neck foward, "like kie? we only kissed once, and that was like 8 months ago."
you roll your eyes, "yeah right. kie's too much of a freak to kiss someone once."
he punches your arm and you swat him back.
"kie's not a freak..she just has like- sex appeal." he looks around the room nervously.
"oh my god just turn on the movie already, i want to see some hot middle aged men."
he snorts and you kick his leg in annoyance.
you giggle as the movie starts, and JJ gets up to get popcorn.
about five minutes in, you feel a sharp pain in your belly
you whimper, and your brother is the first to notice.
he sets the bowl down and sits back down next to you, "whats wrong, bugs?" his hand on your back.
"i-i don't know! my stomach- it really hurts."
JJ starts to panic. "shit, shit shit," he gets up, "stay right here i'll go get pope." he runs out of the chateau.
you groan loudly in pain as you clutch your stomach, bending yourself over, trying to breathe in and out, as you felt yourself in a panic attack, did i forget to take a pill? your eyes fill with water. JJ is going to kill me. oh my god oh my god.
JJ is back with pope a couple of minutes later, and you are practically shaking out of your mind.
"what the hell is going on?" pope comes in the living room, kneeling by you.
"oh, princess." JJ. holds you in his arms, trying to soothe you to get yourself to stop shaking.
"jayge it reslly burns," you sob, "it burns JJ!" tears stream down your face as he holds your head to his chest.
"okay, alright, shhhhh." he rocks you slowly back and forth, and glances at pope.
"do you think her kidneys failed or something?" pope asks, nervously biting his lip and looks at JJ.
"i don't know," he whispers, trying to calm you down.
pope calls 911 and the ambulance carries you out of JJs arms and onto a stretcher.
JJ doesn't cry much but seeing you in this much pain, made his throat clog up in a ball of anger.
once your brother, john b, kie, pope, and sarah made it to the hospital, JJ came in to hold your hand in room 208 as the doctors talked with John B.
you were no longer in pain but you felt exhausted from the medicine they held you under. you layed your head against the pillow and stared at the wall while all the pogues were by your side. Sarah was crying and kie was trying to comfort her.
soon john b returned in your room and carefully shut the door behind him, a blank expression on his face as he takes a seat next to everyone else, all staring at him in confusion.
"so??" kie asks, her hands folded to her chest, "whats wrong with her?"
he purses his lips and exhales, leaning in the back of the chair and rubbing his face with his hands.
"i don't know-- they said they ran x-rays and y/n's 9 months out pregnant."
"WHAT?!" JJ yells, his mouth open as you flinch. "NINE MONTHS?" he screams, "HOW?"
"WHEN, WHERE? HOW? WHO?" JJ holds his hands in his hair, ready to kill and beat the shit out of who ever dickless bastard knocked you up.
John B is weirdly quiet, in shock, almost. he looks at the floor and swallows. He can't even make eye contact with you.
no one is answering JJs question and everyones eyes are on you, making tears run down your cheeks. everyone probably hates you.
pope shakes his head,"we never saw a bump, JJ, i don't know how we could have known."
you whimper from crying, you knew you had sucked in your stomach for 9 months and you knew you had drinks since then with the pogues, too. you we're screwed at there was nothing to be done.
JJ notices your tears and tries to hold himself back from bursting out of the room, but his strokes your arm to let you know as a gesture he wasn't mad at you.
John B's eyes go towards you, he knew he had hooked up with you almost a year ago by mistake.
"what do we do?" sarah asks, biting the edge of her nail. she knew about her ex's hookup with you and she swore to never tell anyone, and she didnt.
John B shakes his head as he sits next to you, "we can't file for abortion, its illegal here, and besides, we can't kill it."
everyone gives john b a look, they knew what he was admitting but no one wanted to say anything yet.
unaware, JJ is staring at the floor. "its up to y/n."
you shake your head and wipe your tears from your face, "i wanna keep it." you sniffle, "of course i want to keep it."
john b hisses in anxiety, scrunching his eyes and tilts his head at the ceiling.
you feel pains again and everyone panics as the doctors order for everyone to step away, JJs eyes are worried as they lead you in a seperate room.
they ordered everyone to stay outside in the waiting room, except for john b.
everyone watches him leave, and JJ catches on that john b had been the one to get you pregnant.
JJ is angrier than he has ever been in his life. pacing the floor again, holding his hand to his chest while all the pogues try to comfort esch other.
JJ hated himself for not noticing anything before, he hated himself for letting you drink beer at parties, he hated himself for not being there with you while you were having a baby. You were his only biological family.
in another room, you scream and moan in pain as john b puts his hand on your shoulder.
"keep pushing, you're doing great." he adds, holding his breath.
you groan loudly, holding on to the sides of the bed as tears streamed down your face.
the doctors call codes, getting the baby out and taking care of the wounds while you lay there, a mask over your face, a complexion wet from tears.
John B is at a loss for words to comfort you.
an hour later, they put you in a more comfortable room to be stable in, as you were now able to be visited.
JJ bursts through the door, carefully wrapping his arms around you.
sarah has her head in her hands as all the pogues stare at you breathing, your vials in your arms, only a faint sound of beeping from the monitor.
a while later, they bring a nurse holding your baby in a pink knitted blanket, removing your mask, as another nurse helps you sit up.
you shakily breathe and look at your daughter in your arms, the baby crying as you slowly rock it back and forth.
you wipe your face, and press a kiss to her forehead.
John B looks at you, "what are we going to name it."
you shake your head, "i never thought of a name."
JJ is giving John B the death stare but doesn't want to upset you by holding him against a wall and beating the shit out of him.
all of you make your way out of the hospital after signing papers, while everyone walks out into the parking lot with you.
sarah his holding the baby in her arms, rubbing your arm.
"john b..." kie looks at him while walking towards the twinkie, noticing his gesture. "what the fuck."
JJs eyes dart towards him, and stops walking as he kicks a rock to a car.
you flinch at his actions before he advances towards john b and punches him across the face, leaving him on the floor with a bloody nose.
Pope tries to seperate JJ from him, but JJ pushes him to the side, kie grabbing his arm to pull pope from the situation.
"you fucking touch my sister?" he holds his shoulders and kicks john b's dick inside him three times.
you sob in your hands as JJ beats him, while sarah holds you.
your brother drops him back to the floor, sarahs hands over her mouth.
he backs away from john b, heavily breathing.
no one says anything, kie swallows. they all knew john b deserved to be beaten by your brother but nonetheless was it hard to watch.
"
sarah was furious at john b but she stayed silent on the drive home. JJ had no intention of being able to even look at his best friend.
you held your baby in your arms, your heart filling with love for her.
when everyone made it back to the chateau, and out of the van, JJ took the baby and put it in his arms with you sitting by his side.
sarah was also right next to you, the rest of the pogues talking on the porch, including john b.
he notices you are acting distant from him.
JJ wraps an arm around you, "i'm not mad, okay?" he sighs, "im just mad at jb, and that you hid something like this for so long."
you nod your head, "im sorry."
"you're extremely lucky that this baby didn't have any issues from drinking." he raises his eyebrows.
"i know." tears fill your eyes, as they stream down your cheeks, "i didn't want to jj! i felt like he pressured me into it, and i dont even know how im going ti handle being a mother on my own at my age i-" you sob into his chest.
JJ holds you closer, "shhhh, its all going to be okay, luvs." he strokes your hair, "i promise we will take it day by day, together."
he intertwines his pinky into yours. "pinky swear."
you wipe your eyes, sniffling, "thank you, jayge, for everything."
"of course, bugs. you're gonna be a good mama. if its anyone that could do something like this, its you."
you smile as tears fill your eyes again, "thank you."
he nods, fixing his backwards hat, "we're going to show this little girl that she is loved no matter what." he wipes a tear that fell from your eye with his thumb.
you nod and stroke the baby's head with your thumb softly.
"i think i wanna name her aria," you breathe.
he grins, "i think thats a beautiful name, y/n."
you tilt your head to look at him and nod, "me too."
"what will jb think?" you ask, worried if you should even talk about it with him.
he sighs, and tries to swallow, "im going to beat his ass more later."
he looks down at you, getting up and taking the baby from your arms.
"for now you need to get a lot of rest and pope and i will go shopping later." he raises his eyebrows, and puts his hand on the top of your head before walking away.
you knew that it had been a long year and you had made some mistakes in the past, but you were glad your brother and john b (eventually) would take care of you and your baby, and that everything would be okay for now.
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