#forgot to go here yesterday i was all worn out
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vii. oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
javier peña x f!reader | chapter seven of late night texts
summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. alludes to smut. sinful thoughts. continuous romcom vibes. an: javi and reader, sitting on a bed... ;)
also new theme, slightly amended banner. thanks to @wildemaven for giving me the confidence to use this one ✨
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text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi
Javi wakes to cold sheets beside him.
He stretches his arm out—and for a moment—he forgets where he is. Expecting to hear his alarm, feel the bobbles from his overly worn bedsheet.
That is until he catches the scent of sweet shampoo, perfume and—
Flipping his eyes open, he then hears the rustling.
His senses come back to him as he slowly sits up, spotting you immediately at the foot of the bed.
Compared to yesterday, you’re dressed so formally: fitted trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Your leg doing a twist, head bent—as he assumes—you’re trying to slide your foot into your shoe quietly.
There’s minimal light fluttering into the room, all courtesy of your suitcase pushing against the heavy hotel curtains to allow enough to dress yourself. With it now allowing a slither of sunlight to creep over your face, lighting up the shades in your eyes—the ones he swears he’ll see forever when he dreams.
The sunlight illuminates your lips—the ones he’d spent hours tasting last night—now having the chance to admire as they slide into a smile, eyes widening at the sight of him.
“Morning—“
“Shh,” you whisper, brows dipping. “Go back to sleep, baby. It’s so early.”
Stretching out his legs, he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll go back to my room.”
“No, it’s okay, stay. Please. Just get up when you’re ready,” you offer. “Plus, if you move and I see any more of you, I’m not going to want to leave.”
Softly, he feels a smirk slide up his cheek. “That so?”
Moving around the bed, he curls into your touch as it brushes through his hair—sparking memories of nails, your mouth pressed to his cheek as you begged him for more—before your lips kissed the side of his mouth.
“Fuck. Forgot how much I like your voice.”
“Didn’t get your fill of it last night?”
Mirroring him, you smirk a bit more.
His hand snakes up your wrist, keeping you here—just a bit longer. Feeling your eyes dart from one of his to the other, your grin broadening as his thumb traces a square on your skin.
“Go to sleep. I’ll call you at lunch and let you know how I’m getting on.”
Your face is so close it’s easy to kiss you. Deepening it, letting your mouth part as he tastes mint on your tongue, his hand sliding up—
You pull back, humming as you tap your fingers against your lips. “I’ll be late.”
“I can be quick.”
Shaking your head, smirking. You move back from the bed. “I’ll see you later.”
Grinning, he lies back down, an arm flopping over his eyes. “You don’t mind me in your room?”
Pausing as you pick up your bag, you shoot him a look—one where your smile is across your entire face, not just your mouth. “I trust you. Plus, I have the important stuff, ID, money. And, if you were to steal anything, as handsome as you are, I doubt you can pull off my jean jacket, or some of the other things I've packed.”
Laughing, he shakes his head. "Have a good day, cariño."
“Try not to miss me, baby.”
There wasn’t duplicate sales, someone just can’t do their job correctly.
if you were back home I’d call them an idiot but since it brought you here
Valid point. I’m still annoyed that it took me longer to get in the building than it did me figuring it out.
Could have had longer in bed.
for sleeping
Probably not. This handsome man has me waking up early to talk to him as he starts his day.
It’s reprogrammed my internal clock.
he must be really nice for you to let him do that
He’s okay.
fuck hermosa
He’s got nice hands though. And lips.
has he now
Yeah, don’t think I could tell him to his face that I don’t think my legs have ever shaken that much.
can’t wait to make them shake again
Yeah that was obvious this morning, charmer.
cant blame a man when you look the way you do baby
Stop I can’t smile like that right now.
Few more hours and I’ll be getting a cab back, will let you know when I’m back, then just need to change and then I’m yours.
I can pick you up
It’s fine, work will pay so let’s make them.
You remind him again that you’ll knock for him before getting changed.
Call for him. Like the two of you were teens ready to hang out until the sun goes down—something he found endearing and quite funny, all at once.
you wanna ask my pop if i can stay out past curfew too
You’re hilarious. But I can do. I’d love to talk to your Pop.
worryingly i think hed love to talk to you
Did you ever make curfew?
do I strike you as someone who didn't
You strike me as someone who would work around the curfew, be technically on the land at the right time continuing the hang in the barn or something.
Through texts, you’d seemed in high spirits.
But when you reached his door, blasted with manufactured orange light from his room, Javi took one look at you and realised how much of a front that had been.
He barely knew you, yet he spotted how stress sat behind your smile and how your face was twisted into a fake version of the expression he saw yesterday.
“You fancy staying in tonight?”
It was why Javi was staring over the room service menu. Hearing you shower, cancelling the reservation he’d made earlier, listening as the water fell into the base (one thin wall away) as he placed the phone back on the hook.
Trying not to think of your body—of soap suds sliding down your perfect skin and how it was likely bending and twisting as you showered.
He tries not to think about the kiss, too.
The one you’d given him, arm looped around his neck when he suggested staying in, ordering room service and finishing a crossword. It had taken a moment, his eyes jumping from one eye to the next as he assessed whether he’d said something dumb or smart.
Your kiss confirmed the latter. Gratitude thrummed through it as you cupped his cheek—thank you, thank you, thank you, etching into him as he pulled your hips flush to him. Almost ready to pull you into his room when you’d mumbled about needing a shower.
That had been half an hour ago.
Now, he watched as you stepped out through steam, face fresh—black tee he could see the outline of your nipples through and a pair of yoga pants that made him almost choke when you bent over to pop something in your case.
"You alright?"
Swallowing, he shifts on the bed, tilting his head. "Yeah, hermosa. You just look..."
He prefers letting his voice trail off. Watching it flicker across your face, the embarrassment. It starts with your hands coming across your front, your weight shifting, before your eyes find it difficult to meet his.
“I never asked," he says, changing the conversation, feeling the warmth of your eyes snap back to him. "Your friend, Aish? Is it? She not have anything to say about you flying miles to meet a man you don’t know?”
You smile something wicked. “A few words, but..."
"But?"
Licking your lips, you look down at your feet. "I think she could see how happy I was. When I was talking to you. Think, like me, she just hoped you were who you said you were.”
Javi brushes his hand over his jaw, trying to fight the grin. The same one you constantly pull from him, his cheeks hurting from it happening so frequently all in one go.
“You put her mind at rest, baby?”
“Oh yeah. First chance I got.”
Moving to sit next to him, he hears the faint rumblings of your stomach. Something you quickly apologise for. And something you apologise for unnecessarily again a second or two later. His hand on your knee, drawing circles on the fabric covering it, hoping it assures you, relaxes you as he tells you as much.
“I don’t… I guess I don’t do things like this,” you say. “I’m not impulsive. I’m sensible—have to be. I don’t really have anyone, or thing, else if it all goes wrong, you know? And then you came along. And while my brain was telling me to be careful, the rest of me was just so sure this was…”
“Right?”
“Yeah,” you smile.
“So you’re glad?”
“If my stomach weren't about to begin eating itself, I’d show you how glad. But, Javi, truthfully, I wouldn't let you be in my room again if I wasn't.”
Allowing you to lean into him as you flick down at the menu, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Good to know.”
Even if his original plans had been dashed, Javi still had plans to rid your body of the stress from your workday.
The alternative, he found, was just as pleasant.
After the two of you ate on the floor, you both moved to the bed to attempt the next crossword. Four answers were written before he found you in his arms, talking—sharing.
He learned more about your job, your place, and how you’d had a pet when you were younger.
Then, somewhere between sharing about music, movies and how good you were at Monopoly, you were curled against him, softly sleeping.
He could have moved, but he deep down he hadn't wanted to. Enjoying feeling your body rising and falling, your room rotating the smell of room service and your perfume in equal amounts.
He thought about your laugh from earlier when he told you about a horse trying to throw him off. The way his chest had flooded with warmth when you told him about how often you’d thought of him at work today.
It’s perfect. All of this. You.
It makes the corners of his lips slide up as he hears you take a sleep-filled sigh against him, your arm remaining tightly looped around his waist.
His eyes fall to the crossword—the one you’d attempted to complete—and was now close to falling off the foot of the bed. The previous days all filled in, block letters staring at him. Not even bothered in himself that he hadn’t managed to finish today.
Instead, he just focused on how nice it was having you against him. How he'd wanted this, before he even knew what you looked like. Had imagined your body is shaped and curled against his, but it hadn't even been close to this.
This, like you, was more perfect than his mind could conjure. Your knee currently between his, fitting perfectly—just like you do in every other aspect.
It's why he hasn't stopped running his fingers up and down your arm, surrendering to his position—not that he’s complaining. If anything, he never wants to move.
He had tried, initially. His brain worrying about what you'd do when you woke. Javi had attempted to rise up and tuck you in, but your hand simply clutched him closer, all unwilling to let him move.
He thinks about leaving every ten minutes, as though revolving. Only settling when his nose is re-flooded with the scent of your shampoo and perfume, making it harder to stop thinking the second thought on rotation.
The one which had slammed into him at the airport—the one which had been born some weeks back, bubbling inside him ever since—began rising up in his chest again, in his throat…
He likes you. Really likes you.
To the point, he’s not sure if he’ll be okay when he has to let you go. When he has to say goodbye and leave you at the airport departures.
Simply wanting languid kisses under bed sheets, your body under him, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he feels your laugh against his palm.
He wants more than a handful of days. Allowing himself to think it, acknowledge it, now he knows you're real.
Swallowing, he glances down at you—taking in the bow of your lips, the way your lashes sit on your upper cheek, and he relents. Just for a moment.
Instead, he rests his chin on the top of your head, letting his eyes close as he continues to slide his fingers up and down your arm.
He wasn’t meant to fall asleep. Javi had just meant to rest his eyes.
But he wakes to darkness, a slither of light peering through the closed curtains, with you very much beside him still. Your eyes closed, head on his chest, your own rising and falling as gently as earlier.
But the light had been on then.
A thought that hooks the edge of his lips, tugging it up. Because you would have needed to get up and turn it off, before climbing back into bed again. Moving under the duvet—likely whispering to him to do the same, because he too is now under it.
He lifts it tentatively, seeing that he’s still fully clothed, spotting that when you switched off the light, you’d also changed from your work clothes into a satin top and pair of shorts.
You’d wanted him here.
Javi beams. Broader than he's allowed himself to let grace his face. One that quickly, almost immediately, blossoms into a grin. One he continued to wear as he closed his eyes, pulling you closer—finding you do so with ease as he settled back down.
The next time he opens his eyes, he finds you struggling to cram in the few things you’d removed from your suitcase. The one you’d packed—like you were staying for a month.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he allows himself a moment—hearing the quiet, disgruntled grumbling coming from you as you push down on it as hard as you can.
“Want a hand?”
“No, no,” you protested, wiping your arm over your forehead. “All good.”
Nodding, he gets up to use your bathroom, back cracking as he does. After he's washed his hands, he splashes cold water on his face, staring at himself in the mirror—seeing the usual dark bags under his eyes, now appear fainter.
In truth, he wasn’t sure when the last time was that he’d slept as well as he had done the past two nights.
It niggling at him as turns the tap off, drying his hand, before he runs his fingers through his hair. Shelving the thought, the realisation, as he opens the door to be greeted with the same grumbles and sweet perfume.
One thing he does hope, is that your scent buries itself into his clothes, skin, and bones. Mainly, he hopes this isn't the only time he can see you, or be around you.
Something he thinks as he leans against the wall, folding his arms, trying not to laugh watching you give your case another few shoves. After several more quick and successive presses down, you look up at him, giving him the most wounded, puppy-like look.
“Okay, please help me.”
His knees groan as he gets down on them, pressing down on the suitcase lid—nodding to you to try the zip as it budges. The process continues, your fingers occasionally poking in the odd item that attempts to stick out—the heel of a shoe, the edge of the jean jacket you were in on the day he met you, and lace.
“So, I was thinking….”
Javi lifts his eyes, finding that yours are already on him.
“Did you…. want to share a room, maybe? Like, for the next few nights—I totally understand if you don’t want—”
“Baby,” he says, softly, full of please breath and assurance, as he leans back on his knees. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, biting your lip, your fingers slide over him on the suitcase. “I mean… we already have been, right? And, honestly, I hated even leaving you yesterday. Honestly, I… I don’t want to lose any more time with you than I already have.”
“Me too.”
It’s like an eclipse, the way you grin. Smothering over your worrying. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Lifting your case for you from being flat, you take the handle, continuing to grin before you follow behind him as you leave. His hand reaches behind, taking your fingers as the two of you head to his.
Half of him, not wanting to let go, see if he can grab his things with one hand while the other stays connected with yours. But he lets go, for speed, quickness, as he collects the things he managed to unpack in the room he's barely been in—never mind slept in.
Something you must realise, an apology hitting the air. Shifting on the spot at the door as he darts around.
Then, it's apology after apology. Different versions of the same thing, explanations that weren't necessary, because he didn't mind.
Something he also says.
It continues in the elevator, down to the small reception desk. The one more cramped, if that was even possible, than the first day they arrived. Your whispered reasons as to why you owe him made him slowly smile.
You didn’t even get to sleep in your bed, happened to be his favourite. Because if you took a breath to ask him what he'd choose, he’d always choose to sleep in the bed you were in.
“To make it up to you, let me buy the other nights. Work covered the two necessary for them, so it hasn’t cost—“
His hand slides over your cheek, face forced to look up at him, blemished with curiosity that relaxes into simmering disbelief.
A look he now suspects is on your face plenty of times when the two of you talk. That disbelief, the one unsure how someone could make you smile, makes you easily relax.
He knows because it’s something he thinks himself. He’s just not sure if his expression looks similar to yours.
“Hermosa, stop apologising—“
“—I can’t ask you to. You already picked me up from the airport—”
“Cariño, please—
“—And you paid for dinner the first night, and—“
“Baby.”
That word does it.
It makes you pause and swallow. Eyes focusing on him.
“Baby, listen to me. I’ve already spent upwards of triple digits falling for you, and I don't care. So, lemme pay for the hotel room so I can show you how far I’ve fallen.”
You're torn. He sees it immediately on your face from the way it ripples across your face.
Some part of you all unwilling to let him. A part he hopes to kiss away as he presses another kiss to your temple, softer, hanging there a second longer until he pulls back.
“I’ve got this, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper. “But, I’ll buy—“
He kisses you.
Realising as he does, it’s the only way to silence you. Feeling you melt, then you smile, before your fingers come up along his neck, little touches, and then nails, before you pull back.
“You should… pay for the room now,” you say, lips twitching, a smirk wishing to bloom.
“That so?”
Nodding, you bite your lower lip. “I know you saw the things I packed in my suitcase, Javi.”
Tracing his lower lip with his thumb, he smirks, slowly—before nodding.
Turning to face the desk, he presses the bell once, twice, thrice—all insistent as you snigger by his side. He’s about to press it again, almost shouting to call someone, when he feels you nudge him—moving closer, arm coming around his waist as he feels his cheeks warm as you stare up at him.
Fuck, you’re beautiful.
“I’m taking you out tonight, too. Just so you know.”
Narrowing your eyes, you give him a lopsided smile as you swallow. “Can I pay half?”
“You can argue with me about it. Yeah,” he says, kissing your forehead before hammering his palm on the bell all over again.
an: thank you for all the love on this, i can't even put into words how much i appreciate it and you. this chapter i was dreading, as it sets up so much for the next, but i hope it was worth it, as always xx
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Blooming Red (Riddle x GN!Reader)
Content Warning: Mild angst (mentions of Riddle's mom), mild hurt/comfort
You jogged down the hallway, legs worn out from all the running you’d been doing. First it was to the small store at the hotel; when they didn’t have what you were looking for, you went to find one of your professors. You finally came upon Professor Crewel, who’d just returned from a breakfast outing. Once you explained to him the situation, you both quickly headed to his hotel suite, where he handed you the extra bottle he’d brought. After a quick thank you, you hurried back up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. Now here you were, skidding to a stop before you knocked on the door at the end of the long hallway.
Cater was the face to greet you as the door opened. “Oh good, you got it!” He stepped aside to let you in the room, then shut the door quickly before he followed after you. “Poor guy’s really pitiful right now. The ice has helped, but that aloe will do a lot better - hopefully.”
You nodded as you two entered the bedroom of the hotel suite. The door was slightly ajar, so the first thing you saw before you entered was Trey sitting on the bed. He turned his head to look at the two of you as you came in, his smile a mix of fatigue and worry. “I’m sorry it took so long,” you said. “The shop didn’t have any aloe, and I didn’t want to go all the way down to Sam’s to get some. Thankfully I ran into Professor Crewel and he offered to give me some of his.” You held up the green bottle of aloe vera for Trey to see.
“Thanks for getting it.” Trey glanced over at the closed bathroom door. “Riddle’s in there - I think the cold bath might be helping.”
“How is he?” you asked, concerned for your friend.
“As good as you can be when you’re sunburned that bad,” Trey replied with a sigh. “He’s never really been sunburned before, so it’s taking a worse toll on him than what’s normal. That, and he does have sensitive skin, so…”
You didn’t have time to ask any questions before, since you were in such a hurry to fetch the little green bottle of salvation. You decided to get those questions out now before Riddle came back. “I thought Riddle was really adamant about reapplying sunscreen every hour or so? How could he have gotten sunburned if he’s that diligent?”
“I’m not too sure,” Trey answered.
“But we do have a theory,” Cater interjected. “Riddle actually forgot his sunscreen when we all went out to the pool yesterday. Deuce went back in to grab it.”
“Did he get the wrong one?”
“No, he got the right sunscreen,” Cater confirmed, “but he put it real close to mine. Our bottles are pretty similar looking, so Riddle might have grabbed mine by mistake when he went to reapply. We only stayed out for a few hours before it started to rain, so he would’ve only applied it twice.”
“And he didn’t notice the difference between bottles?” To you, that sounded very unlike Riddle to not notice little details like that.
“I mean,” Cater scratched the back of his ear as he chuckled, “he didn’t exactly have time to. Floyd was bugging him a lot.”
“Oooh,” you uttered. That would make sense, you thought. If Riddle was trying to hurry up and apply some and then get away from Floyd, he wouldn’t have spared a glance at the bottle. Since he and Cater’s sunscreens were so similar, he could have easily mistaken one for the other.
Just then, the bathroom door opened. The pitiful sight of Riddle as he stepped through the doorway made your heart ache. His skin was beet red, a direct copy of his hair. The burn stretched over parts of his shoulders, arms, chest, and back. The back was the worst overall, with almost every inch being covered in the sunburn. Somehow, Riddle’s legs had been spared from the sun’s damaging rays. He was clothed in some simple shorts; you watched as he winced as he tried to dry his hair with the cotton bath towel in his hands.
“Is your scalp burnt, too?” Trey asked, so gently it almost sounded like he was speaking to a child.
“Possibly,” Riddle mumbled. He was clearly embarrassed - you could tell by the pink of his cheeks, which you knew were not sunburned. Trey motioned him to come over, and Riddle did so without argument. Riddle bent his head down so Trey could see his scalp. Trey flinched as Riddle winced when he traced his fingertips over the redhead’s scalp. “Ah!”
“Sorry!” Trey guided Riddle to sit on the bed next to him, where he continued to examine his scalp, touches featherlike and cautious. “Mmn…” Trey mumbled under his breath as he stood. “Yeah, you’re sunburnt there too.” That sad smile returned to Trey’s lips as Riddle’s head tilted downwards in shame. “But it’s not as bad as the others. It should heal a lot faster than the rest of you.”
Riddle gave a small nod, though made no verbal reply. You wanted to comfort him, but didn’t know how. You were afraid anything you might say would only make him feel worse. As you were lost in your thoughts, Cater stepped forward and leaned on the bed. “You haven’t eaten today, have you, Riddle? Whatcha want? I’ll go get it from the lobby!”
Riddle thought it over for a moment, his tone level and almost monotone as he replied, “Two hard boiled eggs, a slice of toast with strawberry jam, and a fruit and granola yogurt bowl, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Aww, c’mon,” Cater cooed, “I know you want more than that. There’s no shame, y’know - you can cheat when you’re not feeling good.”
Riddle was silent for a moment…then, his voice a bit shyer now, he mumbled, “And a few strawberry and creme crepes.”
“Gotcha!” Cater pushed off the bed before he fixed his ponytail. “I’ll go down and get it.” He glanced over at Trey, “You coming? I know you haven’t eaten either.”
Trey looked hesitant to follow, eyes flicking from Riddle to Cater in quick succession. Finally, you spoke up with a smile. “I’ll stay here with Riddle, you both go on. I know you must be hungry.”
Trey hesitated for a moment longer, eyes glancing at the three of you for a few seconds. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. “Yeah, can’t take care of Riddle on an empty stomach. I’ll go with you.”
“Kay-kay!” Cater turned and left out the bedroom door with a wave of his hand. “I’ll meet you out in the hall.”
Trey pulled on his shoes and got up from the bed. He put a comforting hand over Riddle’s and gave him another smile as he said, “We’ll be back soon. Make sure to put that aloe on the sunburns, okay?” Riddle silently nodded - it seemed to be enough to put Trey at ease. As he passed you on his way out, he stopped to turn and ask, “You want anything? I know you likely haven’t eaten either.”
“Um…” No you hadn’t eaten. The moment you’d heard Riddle’s cries of pain, plus the commotion Cater and Trey had been in, you’d dashed in to help. All thoughts of food had been cast from your mind, along with your plans to eat with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. Oh yeah, those three…you hadn’t even messaged them. Oops… “Just a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and some fruit is fine, thank you. Would you mind grabbing me and Riddle some juice, too?”
“Yeah, I’ll get that,” Trey said as he adjusted his glasses. He then leaned down to whisper, “Make sure he gets all those sunburns covered, okay? They’re really bad.”
“I will,” you whispered back.
As Trey left, you turned back to Riddle, who hadn’t moved from the position on the bed. He delicately dried his hair, wincing every time he grazed over his scalp. You frowned - you wish there was more you could do for him. You glanced down at the bottle of aloe vera still in your hand…it didn’t hurt to ask. You approached Riddle and sat beside him. Before you could utter a word, Riddle spoke in a hushed, irritated tone.
“I’m such an idiot,” he hissed. He glared daggers at the floor, slate colored eyes as sharp as knives. This time, it was not at someone else, but himself. “I should have been more cautious, attentive…”
“Everyone makes mistakes, Riddle,” you said softly. “Besides, Floyd was distracting you, right? It wasn’t like he was going to leave you to reapply in peace; honestly, I would have been in a hurry, too.”
Riddle gave a small nod, but his expression was still harsh. There was no telling what was going through his head. To try and distract him, you held up the bottle and shook it a little as you smiled. “Would you like me to rub this on your back? I know it can be hard to reach.”
Those sharp eyes softened a tad as they glimpsed over at you. The redhead forced a small smile as he nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind…”
“I don’t mind at all.” You climbed back on the bed and positioned yourself behind him on your knees. You softly brushed his red locks away from his neck, so they wouldn’t get drenched in aloe. You popped the cap of the bottle open and squeezed some of the moisture into your hand, then gently brought it to his back.
You jumped as Riddle, too, jumped and let out a yelp. “Cold!”
“Sorry, sorry!” You hoped he didn’t hear the laugh you stifled from his reaction. “I should have warned you.” You slowly began to rub the aloe over his red back. “Does it feel nice, though?”
As you spread the mixture upwards to his neck, Riddle let out a sigh. “Y-Yes, thank you.”
“Mhm,” you hummed as you continued to work.
Just as you covered half his back in the translucent liquid, Riddle grumbled something to himself. It was obvious he hadn’t meant for you to hear, but you did anyway. “Mother would have my head for this.” His arms crossed over his stomach as he hung his head in shame. “This is why she doesn’t believe I can be independent.”
Your mom can shove it.
Riddle’s head reeled around to stare back at you, mouth hung agape in shock, eyes now wide open. Oh no…had you said that out loud. You supposed you had with that kind of reaction. Well, no point to hide it now. You locked eyes with him as you paused your application of the aloe. “I’m serious. If she would yell at you for such a small mistake, call you incompetent, she has a problem. No one is perfect, Riddle; there’s no telling how many mistakes she’s made in the past.”
“I’ve never seen her make any,” Riddle muttered as he started to shrink into himself at the thought of her. “She seeks perfection in everything she, I…everyone around her does. Where would she make a mistake…?”
“I can name one.” Riddle lifted his head to meet your eye again. You meant every word that came out of your mouth next. “She makes a mistake every day she doubts, tries to put down, the amazing person you are, Riddle.”
Riddle simply stared at you for a few moments, expression one of shock. You could see him process your words, as though they were hard to believe. They might be to him…you felt a little pang of anger simmer inside you at the thought of all his mother had done to him, all the doubt she filled him with. Riddle was a wonderful person, despite his flaws and mistakes. Who did she think she was to-?!
“Hahahahaha!” You were startled when Riddle suddenly began to laugh. He now smiled from ear to ear, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his hand came to cover his mouth. When his eyes opened again, he noticed your puzzled expression. “I’m - I’m sorry,” he said between laughs. “I just…I’ve never heard someone speak of my mother so.” Riddle let out a deep exhale as he began to calm down from his fit.
“I cannot imagine how mother would be if she heard you say such things.”
“Honestly, I don’t care,” you said, no hesitation. “If she can’t take the truth, she shouldn’t be such a…” You stopped yourself for how Riddle might feel of you calling his mother a bitch.
“I admit, I’m…conflicted by the statement.” Riddle scooted over on the bed and turned around so he could face you directly. “A part of me wants to defend her, but the other…it’s a strange feeling.”
“It’s called rebellion.” You smiled at him as you sat the bottle of aloe on the bedside table. “Taking your life in your own hands. I know you likely hold love for your mother, but…I just want to see you happy, Riddle - free to be you.”
In that moment, that was the softest look Riddle had ever given you. His smile, the look in those gray orbs, made your heart flutter. “Thank you…I truly mean that. I’m…” He seemed to grow shy again as his eyes flicked down to gaze at the bed. “...I’m happy you see me that way.”
“I always will, Riddle.” You leaned a little closer to him to try and get him to look you in the eye again. “I love seeing you happy.”
You weren’t sure why you did it, but you did: you kissed Riddle’s cheek. Riddle froze as your lips came into contact with his now reddened cheek, and you froze shortly after you realized what you’d done. You stared at each other wide eyed, as though searching for what to do, what to say. Riddle was the first to move, shifting in his spot as he straightened his posture and locked his gaze with yours again. I tension seemed to rise between you two, though it wasn’t scary at all. It was soft, warm…very inviting. Before you knew it, Riddle’s lips were inches from yours.
As your eyelids slipped closed in anticipation, Riddle whispered under his breath. “Rosebud…”
Suddenly, a surprised, almost violent gasp rattled from his throat as he jerked. As you opened your eyes to see what was wrong, you saw Riddle’s body was now rigid, back arched as though trying to get away from something. “What is it?!” you asked, nearly in a panic.
“S-Something touched my back!” Riddle replied as he turned his head this way and that as he tried to find what brushed him.
Just then, a near manic giggle sounded from the edge of the bed. As your heads whipped around to look in that direction, you saw there was a new indentation in the bed - as though someone were sitting there. Slowly, a floating head faded into reality, a familiar cheshire grin upon its face.
“I heard mew got a lil too crispy in the sun,” Che’nya mused. “I came to come cheer mew up with sweets,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “but it seems I interrupted something~”
“N-Nothing!” Riddle quickly regained his composure after that outburst, although clumsily. “We…we were just talking, Che’nya. [Y/n] was helping me apply the aloe vera to my burns.”
“Mhmm~” Che’nya’s smile was now a catlike smirk. “Mewr they gonna kiss them better, too?”
“T-That’s-!”
Before Riddle could respond fully, the bedroom door opened. “Food’s here!” Cater cheered as he stepped through the doorway, Trey right behind him. Once they beheld the sight before them, they stopped in their tracks. You could almost see question marks floating over their heads. “Uh…we interrupting something?”
“Mmmaybe~” Che’nya nearly purred in delight at Riddle’s embarrassment. The beastman was now laid out on the bed on his stomach, hands folded under his chin as he continued to grin. He batted his eyelashes for good measure as he said, “Mew’re just in time to see the happy couple kiss~”
“Che’nya, stop it!” Riddle demanded, face now stark red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “We were just-”
“Dang, that fast?!” Cater laughed as he sat a plate of food on the bedside table beside Riddle. Trey, in turn, sat yours on the table beside you. “See, Riddle?” Cater winked, “I told you you could do it!~”
“C-Cater, no!” Riddle frantically looked between the two of you as he held his hands in front of him. You saw that he had begun to sweat, too. “W-We were simply talking, that’s all!”
“Seem pretty defensive about ‘just talking’,” Cater teased with a wiggle of his own eyebrows. You feared Riddle might explode, his face was so red, all the way to his ears.
Before you could voice your confusion as to what Cater was talking about, Trey intervened. “Alright, guys, leave him alone.” He handed Riddle a small bottle of apple juice, with a familiar label you recognized. “Let him and [Y/n] eat.” Trey sat in a chair across from the bed, a plate of food you hadn’t seen before now in his lap. “I’m hungry, too.” Trey shot Cater look, almost like a warning, “You should eat, Cater.”
Cater’s sighed as his fingers twist a strand of his hair. He looked defeated. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Cater stepped out of the bedroom for a few seconds, then came back with his own plate. He glanced down at Che’nya as he passed by, “Sorry, we didn’t know you were coming, Che’nya. You want anything off mine?”
“Nah, I’m good,” the cat replied with a swish of his tail. “I ate before I snuck over.” His head turned to look in your direction, that cheshire grin back in full force. “When will mew know, I wonder?~”
“Know what?” you asked, your own bottle of apple juice in hand.
“Che’nya.” You almost shivered at how hard Trey’s voice cut in, like a dad scolding his child.
Che’nya held up his hands in a mock surrender, though he kept grinning at you and Riddle. It unnerved you a little, but you continued to eat. All the while, even as the five of you began to engage in conversation, you sometimes caught Riddle staring at you - but he would turn away and pretend nothing was amiss every time. What could be wrong…then you remembered you two had almost…
Just as heat began to creep onto your cheeks, there was a loud series of knocks at the front door. “[Y/n]?” Ace yelled out. “You good? Cater told us what happened; you couldn’t have texted us instead of just ditching without a word, y’know!”
Riddle didn’t seem too thrilled at another three joining your little breakfast party…unfortunately, you weren’t of much help. All you could think about was the way he called you ‘Rosebud.’
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𝐇𝐄𝐘 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ❢
character(s) ♡ tsukasa tenma , rui kamishiro , toya aoyagi , akito shinonome
type ♡ mini imagines ( ? )
warning(s) ♡ none !
a/n ♡ thank you for requesting ✰ this post is quite long because of the individual sections , i hope thats okay ! i did also add a little bit of the thoughts you had on each character ^^ , your childhood friend is referred to as 'X'
requester ♡ @6-zao-xing-9
tenma tsukasa . . . 天馬司
X and you used to be very close when you were younger , but growing distant when you grew older . While you and Tsukasa had gotten closer recently , X had pulled you aside and demanded you stay away from him . But when he invited you to a sleepover , you just couldnt refuse him .
After a sunday full of laughter and playful banter , sweets and play - fighting , you had to go to school the next day , and you had forgotten some of your belongings at the Tenma household .
Finding you in the hallways at lunch , Tsukasa smiled at you , holding out your bag to you .
" Hey, you forgot your stuff at my place. I was thinking of dropping it off at your house, but a world future star just cannot miss practice. "
He smiled again as you giggled , taking your bag from his hands . As you walk back in the lunchroom , X's table was staring at you , with X glaring daggers into you as you simply waved and walked off to your own table .
kamishiro rui . . . 神代類
Rui knew about X's existence , since he had noticed how they would glare at you when you're with him .
The morning after you had stayed at his house , you had forgotten the shirt you had worn to sleep .
So at school , but before morning classes , you were eating a small snack and on your phone before Rui had walked in , making eye contact with X to make sure they were watching before turning his attention back to you .
" Hm? Why am I here? You forgot your shirt at my house, and I'm simply here to return it. "
He watched as your flushed a slight red due to classmates glancing at you two with curious eyes , and X fuming with anger .
Before leaving , Rui bent down to whisper in your ear .
" This.. friend of yours. Needs to stop being so negative about us. "
He gave you and X one last sly smile before leaving .
shinonome akito . . . 東雲彰人
You had originally visited at the Shinonome household because you were partners with Akito , building a 3D project for [ your choice ] .
But because the project had taken so much longer than you both had hoped for , Akito suggested you just stay over . Once your parents had agreed , your ' project time ' turned into a sleepover .
In a rush because you had a lot to do that school morning , you had forgotten one of your bags at Akito's house .
After school , Akito had to go see a teacher and couldnt walk home with you , so he gave you your bag at the school exit once the bell had rang .
" Over here! Here, you left this in my room last night. "
You flushed lightly at the gesture , taking the bag and thanking him before you turned around to a lot of stares thrown your way , specifically X's stare .
You decided to wave him goodbye and rush out of the school before anyone could question you .
aoyagi toya . . . 青柳冬弥
You and Toya were close friends , visiting WEEKEND GARAGE every friday , and hanging out over the weekend .
You and the rest of Vivid Bad Squad decided to have a sleepover at Toya's house , playing Uno and watching An and Akito fight .
Amidst all the fun , you had forgotten an item or two at his house . And as the good friend he is , made sure to return it to you as soon as he could .
During passing period inbetween classes , Toya had come up to you at your locker and tapped your shoulder, stretching out the hand holding your bag .
" You forgot this at my house yesterday. Hm? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? "
He noticed your reddened and embarrassed cheeks , but wasnt able to pinpoint why before he realized people were looking over at the both of you before letting out a whispered " oh . "
X was furious , not only because they had told you to stay away from Toya , but to be at his house had just left them stunned .
this might just be me , but i think X finally got the memo .
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Forgotten--
Featuring- Minho of Stray Kids x fem reader (including- Han Jisung, Felix Lee, Yang JeongIn)
Genre- fluff, smut
Warnings- language (I don't even need to tell you that), dumbass boyfriend, cheating, protected sex, blow job, riding, handcuffs (M receiving)
Summary- Your boyfriend is Minho, but he forgets your birthday. You get back at him...it's basically revenge
A/n- sorry if I accidentally say Mingi. If you look at your keyboard, you'll see why I made that mistake. Enjoy! 😚
--You woke up that morning without Minho next to you. You thought that maybe he got up early and was fixing you breakfast, but when you went into the kitchen in your pajama shorts and top, he wasn't there. You thought he had that day off. You checked your phone to see if you had missed any messages. None from Minho. Only one from each member of Stray Kids.
JeongIn: "Happy Birthday, y/n! Why isn't Minho hyung there?"
Jisung: "Minho hyung is here, not celebrating your birthday. Happy birthday any way! ❤️"
Chris: "Happy 22nd! Have a great day, y/n!"
Felix: "❤️☺️ Happy birthday 🎂!"
Hyunjin: "I hope your not too sad that Minho hyung isn't there. You deserve to have a great birthday."
Changbin: "Happy day for y/n! She's 22 now and even cuter than she was when she was 21! (Don't take offense, plz)"
Seungmin: "Happy birthday from SKZ! We all love you! Do you think Minho hyung forgot? If not, don't be too sad. I don't like when people I love are sad. JeongIn is enough for me. 😘"
You smiled at all of their texts, but the last text that Minho sent you was to tell you he was working late. That was yesterday.
You decided not to call Minho. He was probably working. But how could he forget your birthday? You two had been together for two years.
The whole day, you tried to not think about Minho forgetting your birthday. Although, it was horrible. It was sunny outside and the temperature was just right. You had wanted to spend the whole day with Minho, but he had gone to work.
At around three, you heard the door open. You walked into the living room. It wasn't Minho. It was Jisung. Of course, you had given him a key to the apartment so that he could barge in whenever something horrible was happening.
"Jisung?" You asked. "What's wrong?"
Jisung sighed and said, "I am really sorry about Minho forgetting your birthday. He didn't say a word about it today. I made an excuse to leave early so that I could see you."
"Why did you want to see me?" It was a dumb question. The answer was obvious.
Jisung shrugged. "I want to give you a great 22nd birthday. Something that Minho isn't giving you now. He went back into the hall to pick something up. He handed you a medium box with cute purple wrapping paper.
"You can shake it if you want," Jisung said. "It's not fragile."
You shook it but it sounded like clothes. You opened the box and pulled out a dress. It wasn't like any other dress you've worn. It was a lovely baby-pink jacket-dress that went down mid-thigh when you put on in your room. It had a wide black sash that Jisung helped tie into a huge bow. You smiled once you pulled out the black flats that went along with it. You put those on and wrapped your arms around Jisung.
"Thank you, Jisung," you said as you felt the hair on the back of his head with your hands. You felt his cheeks on your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then, once you let him go, he said, "Do you want to go out to eat, y/n? I was planning on taking Felix and JeongIn with me, but you don't have to if you don't want to. It is your birthday."
You smiled at him again and said, "I'd love it, Jisung. When are we going?"
Jisung checked his phone for the time. He said, "Felix and JeongIn get off in about thirty minutes, so we could go now and pick them up. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there."
You nodded and went into your room to get your purse. You fixed your makeup from crying about Minho and shut your bedroom door. Jisung was in the hall, waiting for you. You shut the door and locked it before turning to Jisung and saying, "Let's go."
"You're ready?"
You nodded. "You already picked out an outfit for me."
On the way to the JYP building, Jisung turned the radio on. A Stray Kids song was playing. Jisung groaned once he realized which one it was. He knew you hadn't heard it before, but he kept it on. You heard Minho's voice and heard what he was saying. You asked him, "When did this come out?"
Jisung hesitated besides saying, "Last year. He did it with Chan hyung."
You turned the radio off and said, "I don't want to listen to it now. Let's just drive."
Jisung pressed his lips together. "That's the name of the song."
"What?"
"'Drive.'"
You sighed and leaned back. Minho never told you about that song. He told you he never made a suggestive song. "Drive" was proof.
You pulled up to the building and Jisung got out of the car. "Do you want to come in, or wait out here?"
You didn't want to see Minho right then, so you said, "I'll wait for you."
Jisung nodded and shut the door. He walked into the building and was in there for about ten minutes. Then, you saw Felix come out. He smiled at you and you got out of the car. Felix was still blond from their last album. He hadn't had it dyed in over a year. His curly mullet still hung down his neck. You thought he looked so cute in his plain navy blue hoodie and ripped jeans. You hugged him and he said, "Happy birthday, y/n! Did you get my text?"
You nodded and said, "I did."
Then Felix pulled a little package out of the pocket of his hoodie. He gave it to you and said, "I didn't have time to wrap it. I just bought it today."
You opened the little box and revealed a pair of Chanel post earrings. You shrieked in delight as you hugged Felix again. "Thank you so much! I feel so spoiled!"
JeongIn came out while wiping his hands on his jeans and talking to Jisung.
"It wasn't my fault that Seungmin hyung had to leave a layer of sweaty towels on the top!" He said. "The moment you told me, I was so grossed out! I had dried my hands with one of them before I ate!"
"Well, at least you washed them again just now." Jisung was laughing.
Then JeongIn saw you. He instantly beamed once he saw your outfit. He went up to you and hugged you very tightly. You almost lost your breath.
"You're wearing your present!" He exclaimed. "I helped hyung pick that out for you."
"Yeah, but I bought it," Jisung remarked.
You laughed as you put your new earrings in. "Thank you to all. I just realized how much you guys care about me."
"Care?" Felix said. "We all love you! Not just because you're our hyung's girlfriend. You're our friend, too!"
You giggled and looked over at Jisung, who was looking up and down at you. He saw you look at him and turned away. "Come on! We're going to lose the reservation."
You guys got back into the car and drove to the restaurant that Jisung had reserved a booth at. The whole drive, you snuck looks at Jisung, who was looking at you from the corner of his eye.
You guys got there just in time for the waitress to give your table away.
"Four for Han," Jisung said.
The girl checked the waiver and said, "Right this way, Mr. Han."
On the way to the table, Felix told you, "Jisung wasn't sure if you wanted to come, so he reserved an extra seat just in case."
She took you to a table and asked for your drinks. While she was getting them, Jisung said to you, "Order anything you want. JeongIn is buying."
JeongIn's eyes got wider and said, "Are you kidding me? This is a motherf-...this is a five star restaurant!"
"Don't argue, okay?" Felix said.
JeongIn whispered to you, "Get the cheap stuff." When he started laughing, you giggled and touched his cheek, which made him smile his adorable smile.
You looked over at Jisung and he turned his eyes to his menu. "If you don't want to pay as much, JeongIn, which is pretty cheap of you, then we can share a plate."
JeongIn didn't like being called cheap, so he told you, "Order whatever you want, y/n."
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After you guys ate, Felix offered to buy you whatever you wanted for dessert, since JeongIn was almost out of money and he was the second youngest in your group.
"No, I can't," you said. "I'm full." You checked your phone. No texts from Minho. "When does Minho get off?"
"Usually," JeongIn said. "Around five."
It was seven.
"But he told me that he was getting off at four thirty today," Felix said.
"That means he's at the apartment by now," you said. "He hasn't texted me. Do you think something happened?"
Felix shrugged. "I could text him if you don't want to."
You shook your head. "I'll call him."
You called Minho and after the fifth ring, he answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hey, Minho," you said. "You haven't texted me at all. Did something happen?"
You heard Minho bite into something. Then he said, "I'm still at the studio. Me, Chan hyung and Changbin have to work later. I won't be there in another couple hours."
"Wait, what about Hyunjin and Seungmin?"
"They just got off," he said as you heard him swallow. "Felix, JeongIn and Jisung got off early."
You didn't tell him that they were with you. You wanted him to remember your birthday by himself.
Then he said, "Well, I gotta go. See you later honey."
You sighed and hung up. Then you said to the others, "He has to work late."
Jisung looked up at you from his phone. "Has he remembered yet?"
You shook your head. "No. He didn't say happy birthday or anything."
JeongIn rubbed your back and pouted. "You don't deserve this y/n. He is not being a very good boyfriend."
Then Felix smacked his hand and said, "Stop it. You're making her cry."
You wiped your eyes and said, "It's ok, guys. I'm fine. I won't die."
Then you sighed and said, "All right. I'm cold. I knew I should have worn a coat." The dress Jisung gave you was warming, but you just wanted an excuse to get out of there.
Jisung got up and said, "Did you pay the bill, JeongIn?"
JeongIn nodded and said, "I'm almost broke." He got up and let Felix get up.
In the car, Jisung turned the heat on slightly and started driving to the dorm, which was closer than your apartment. He dropped Felix and JeongIn off and drove to your apartment.
He sighed on the way and said, "I hope you had a good day, y/n. It's not fair to have a bad birthday."
That was when you started crying and said, "I have never had anybody forget my birthday. My parents always remembered and you guys remembered, but my own boyfriend forgot!"
Jisung stopped at the light and said, "Well, I don't know what to say, y/n. I guess all I can say is I'm glad I remembered so that you wouldn't think of me as a terrible friend."
You smiled and said as you touched his leg, "You're a great friend. I am so happy you remembered. It lets me know that you care about me."
Jisung nodded. "If Minho doesn't remember by midnight, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. I don't care if he's older than me. I will not tolerate it."
You laughed. "You don't have to do that."
Jisung sighed again as he pulled into the parking lot. He said, "Can I come up with you for a bit? I have one more present for you."
"Oh, my god, Jisung. You are spoiling me!"
"Please?"
You smiled and got out of the car. You took the stairs as Jisung followed you. He had a small pink bag in his hand.
You walked up to your door and unlocked it. The apartment was the same. Minho wasn't there yet. He wouldn't be for another couple hours.
You shut the door once Jisung walked in. Then you turned a lamp on and sat on the couch. Jisung gave you the bag he had. You opened it and there it was. It was a pure diamond white gold necklace with a pink diamond in the middle and white diamonds surrounding it . You had been telling Minho how much you loved pink diamonds, but he always said that they were too expensive. You didn't expect Jisung to buy you a necklace like this one. You looked up at Jisung asked him, "Will you help put it on?"
Jisung nodded and you stood up and turned around. He clasped the chain and you turned around to let him see it. "How does it look?"
Jisung looked at the necklace, and then at you. "You look beautiful, y/n."
Then something happened. It was like a force made you lean in and press your lips against Jisung's. At first you had grabbed his soft cheeks, but after he wrapped his arms around you, you put your hands on his thin hips and waist. His lips felt so soft against yours. His cheeks were soft too. His snub nose rubbed against yours as you changed angles.
After he broke the kiss, your lips still softly touched. It was like a movie to you.
Then he said softly, "Y/n..."
You pulled your head away and said, "Jisung, will you...?"
Jisung hushed you and said, "Yes, of course I will."
Then he picked you up and carried you to your room that you shared with Minho. You kissed him again and he untied your sash. He slipped the dress off your shoulders and you felt his warm hands on your back. You took his shirt off and felt his warm chest. His waist was so thin.
Then, he picked you up again and took you to the bed, which was a huge four-poster that Minho had bought. He laid you down and you looked up at him.
"Are you sure, y/n?"
You nodded. "Think of it as a birthday present."
Jisung smiled. He took his pants off and threw them on the floor.
You felt his chest again and said, "Jisung."
"Yes?"
You took a deep breath and said, "Call me baby, please."
Jisung smiled and said as he took your hand and started kissing your wrist, "What do you want me to do, baby?"
You breathed deeply again and said, "Please, just do anything."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Minho won't do it."
Jisung shook his head. "He doesn't deserve you. He fucking forgot your birthday. Boyfriend? Bullshit. He didn't even try to remember. He didn't even say anything at work about you."
You started crying until he leaned in to you and wiped your tears. "Don't cry, baby. I'll make everything right. Right now, you are the only thing that matters. You are the princess right now. Until midnight."
You checked the clock on your side table. It was eight o'clock. Then Jisung said, "Four hours. First, call Minho and ask him when he'll be here."
You grabbed your phone from the desk and called Minho. Yes, you called your boyfriend while his groupmate was over you.
He answered and you asked, "When will you be home?"
He sighed and said, "I get off at midnight. Chan hyung is really pushing me. I'll probably sleep at the dorm tonight."
You sighed and said, "Ok, see you in the morning. Bye." You hung up and out your phone down. Then, you took Jisung's face and brought it to you. You kissed him again and moaned as he kissed your neck, "Jisung, make love to me."
Jisung smiled against your skin and said as he took your panties off, "Yes, baby. Whatever you want."
He didn't want to finger you, in fear of hurting you, so he just put his two fingers on your clit and circled them around. You moaned as you felt yourself getting wetter. You watched as Jisung unhooked your bra from the front and kissed each breast. You were breathing rapidly and your heart started racing once he took his boxer shorts off. You saw his cock and thought he must be a demi-god or something. He was blessed with such a beautiful cock.
"Do you have a condom?" He asked.
You nodded and said, "In my side table drawer."
Jisung opened the drawer and took a condom packet out. He opened it and slipped it on. His hands felt like an angel's on your hips and his cock perfectly fit your form as he slid inside of you. You two fit together like puzzle pieces. You still moaned as he went in and out. He started out slow and steady at first, but he got faster, seeing as you asked him to. You had never felt so comfortable and secure as you did with Jisung. He may have been your friend, but you had to admit, you loved him too. You didn't care if you were cheating on Minho. Minho could go to hell for all you cared. He never tried to make you feel comfortable. He just did you for his own pleasure.
As Jisung made love to you, he started talking. "Is that good, y/n? Oh, princess, I don't know how you can do this with such a clear mind. I am so glad that Minho hyung is working late."
You moaned when he called you princess. When he stopped talking, you said, "Jisung, can we..."
"What?" Jisung asked. "What? Do you want to stop? We can if you want. Remember, this all about making you comfortable and happy."
You shook your head. "I don't want to stop yet." You looked at the clock. How did one hour pass by so quickly?
"Then what do you want to do? We can do whatever you want."
You nodded to your dresser. "There's a pair of handcuffs in my dresser. Can you get them?"
Jisung got up and went to your dresser. He found the handcuffs and once he got to the bed, you grabbed him and laid him on his back. You cuffed him to the wire headboard and sat on his legs. Then, you out your hands on his chest and said, "Can I give you a blow job?"
Jisung nodded as you touched his covered cock. "Do whatever you want, baby. This is your night."
You smiled and after you took the condom off, you blew on his cock. You were pretending to cool it off, seeing as it was red. It was so pretty to you. First, before you started sucking it, you started pumping him up. He groaned as he felt your fingers on his cock. You licked the bit of precum from the tip and he groaned again. Then, you made slight tooth contact with his skin. He groaned out. "Oh, y/n. Have you ever done this with Minho?"
You shook your head. "The handcuffs were for me. He bought them so he could use them on me."
Then you started running your tongue along the sides of his dick. He moaned as his felt his cock get larger. You giggled and finally stuck his cock in your mouth. He moaned as you deep-throated him. Then, you took your mouth off of him and licked the saliva away. You felt his cock throbbing under your tongue and kissed it quickly. Jisung would not stop groaning. His cock felt so smooth on your tongue. You gave him mercy after a while and took your mouth off of his dick. Then, you unlocked the cuffs and said, "Now, was that nice?"
Jisung was breathless as he nodded. Then, you asked him as you opened your drawer again, "Can I ride you?" You pulled out a condom and opened it with your teeth. Something you always did to turn Minho on, but it never worked with him. It sure worked with Jisung, though. He gulped and nodded. "Yes...of course y/n. Do whatever you want."
You smiled as you rolled the condom on his pretty dick. Then, using your knees for support, you slid his cock inside of you by sitting on it. You moaned when it touched your sweet spot. You put your hands on his chest and started riding him. He put his hands on your hips and helped you stay on him. Soon, you got a cramp in your leg and you had cried out so you didn't hear the door unlock. But Jisung saw the living room light turn on and pulled you off of him. He put you on the bed and covered you up. He got off the bed quickly and gathered up his clothes before going in the closet. You pretended to be sleeping after you looked at the clock, which said that it was eleven fifty. Just ten minutes before your birthday ended. You and Jisung had been having sex for three hours.
Minho walked into the room and saw you after turning on the light. Thankfully, the condom wrappers were under the blanket. You pretended to wake up from the light and said, "Oh, god, Minho, turn it off."
Minho turned the lights off and said, "I'm sorry I woke you. How long have you been sleeping?"
"According to the clock, three hours," you said while he kissed the top of your head. He said while going into the bathroom, "Well, I'm glad I came home before it was tomorrow. Then I would have been working two days in a row."
Even though that didn't make sense, you nodded and said, "I'm going to go and make some tea." You got up and put your pajamas on. Then as you walked out of the room, Jisung followed you, completely dressed. In the living room, he pressed you against the wall and kissed you before the clock struck midnight. That was when he finally kissed you on the cheek and said, "He hasn't remembered. Happy birthday, baby."
You shut the door after he left and smiled to yourself. You went back into your bedroom and said to Minho, "I changed my mind about the tea." You quickly took the condom wrappers out from under the covers and threw them away.
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What we do to get by, part 5
Sorry for the delay on this one! Took me a bit to figure it out. It picks up right after Part 4, so make sure you’ve read that first. Parts 1, 2, and 3 here.
Remus wouldn’t look at him.
Sirius supposed he probably wanted to argue still–argue about being there, argue about being rescued, argue that he would never have voluntarily chosen to be in Sirius’s bed. Well, truth be told, Sirius wasn’t sure that he knew he was in Sirius’s bed. He certainly hadn’t told him.
Remus didn’t argue, though, and Sirius suspected it had a lot to do with how worn out he was. He wanted to leave, but his alternative might be… well, Sirius didn’t actually know, but whatever it was, he was certain that it was worse than his bed.
Sirius sat against the wall as Dorcas explained to Remus what had happened to him and all the steps that she took to save him. Remus nodded slowly, though he didn’t appear to be very focused on what she said.
“You need to stay in bed for a few days at least, and after that, only minor moves.” Dorcas was sitting on the edge of his bed now and had her hands folded in front of her. “Like to the couch, not to your own flat. If you need something, have that one go fetch it for you.” She inclined her head in Sirius's direction.
“How long?” Remus’s voice was low, and Sirius felt like he could hear Remus mentally calculating what this would cost him, as though Sirius would ever let him pay for it.
“I’ll come back in a week to check on you, but you should wait at least double that much time.”
Remus ran his fingers through his hair, then looked up sharply. “Wait, what day is it?”
“Monday.” Dorcas replied. “The fourteenth.”
Remus paled. “Shite, I have to– I have to go.”
Dorcas tutted. “Did you not hear what I just told you? You can’t go, not for at least a fortnight, and–”
“No, you don’t understand, I have to–” Remus cut off suddenly, licking his lips and looking sideways at Sirius for a brief glance before refocusing on Dorcas. “Did they tell you that I’m a werewolf?”
“I was told, yes.”
Remus scoffed slightly like he was not surprised. Sirius wants to scream at him that Sirius didn’t do it. He didn’t do it this time, anyway. He doesn’t.
“Well, tomorrow’s the full moon, so I can’t exactly stay here.”
“I bought wolfsbane.” Sirius spoke up suddenly, and Remus’s eyes flash to him momentarily before turning back to the patchwork quilt on Sirius’s bed. “I had to go get some more potions yesterday, and they had it at the apothecary.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s no troubl–”
“No, Sirius.” Remus buries his face in his hands, nails clawing at his eyesockets. “You should not have done that.”
“I’m going to go.” Dorcas was already by the door, slowly backing out. “Stay in bed, Remus. Until after the moon and another day if you can. I’ll be back in a week. If there's any trouble after the moon, come get me sooner.” She closed the door behind her with a light click.
Neither of them said anything for a minute, and Sirius wasn’t sure if they were going back to arguing or letting it drop. He felt like he should sit really still, and maybe Remus would forget he was there.
Foolish thought, really. Remus never forgot anything.
“I can’t believe you just bought that.” Remus laid back against the headboard, arms folded across his chest, but he refused to look at Sirius.
“I’m sorry, Remus.” He said it, but he wasn’t really sorry for buying that would help Remus. “You were just here and not awake, and I didn’t even know the full moon was coming up. So I bought it, and I honestly wondered if I was going to have to spell it into you so that I didn’t have a wild werewolf loose in my flat.”
Remus seemed to retract a bit at that, though he didn’t really back down. “Oh.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, looking down to pick at his cuticles so he didn’t have to look at Remus. “Yeah, oh. I’m sorry if you usually get it from somewhere else, or whatever, but I’m sure we can–”
“I don’t.”
Sirius looked up sharply. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I don’t usually get it,” Remus said, now chewing on his thumbnail. “I’ve never taken it.”
Sirius shrugged. “Well, you’ve got some now.”
“I can’t–” Remus pressed his lips together, looking a bit like he was going to be sick. “I can’t pay you back for it. Not yet, I can maybe make small payments”
“Remus, stop.”
“No, I can’t.” Remus was running a hand through his hair. “I can pick up a few more parties, or maybe I can find some work as, um–”
“I’m not going to take any money you give me, Remus, so stop it. I know you don’t like to do that, but–” Sirius scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to keep himself from arguing with Remus. “Listen, I have the potion, and you need the potion, and it gave me a great excuse to rile up that old bigot down at the apothecary. It’s honestly a win for both of us.”
“I don’t like being in anyone’s debt.”
“You can’t be in debt if there’s nothing to pay.”
“Sirius–”
Sirius groaned and pushed himself off the wall. “I’m not going to keep arguing about this Remus.” He pulled the bottle out of the bag and set it on Remus’s bedside table. “Take the potion, and then take a nap. You need to rest to get better.”
Sirius walked right out of the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned back against the wall and let out a deep breath. He hoped Remus took the potion.
***
When Sirius went back in the room a little while later, the potion bottle was empty on the beside table, but Remus wasn’t in bed. Sirius found him instead on the little conjured cot with the quilt from the bed strung halfway between them as though Remus hadn’t made the effort to crawl out from under it before covering the distance to the cot.
Sirius scoffed at Remus and his act of performative defiance. At least he hadn’t actually left. Sirius considered leaving him there, but he knew the cot wasn’t that comfortable. Sirius levitated Remus to the bed and laid the blanket over him again.
***
Unfortunately, with Remus awake, Sirius wasn't really sure what he should do. Especially since he could barely exist in the room with Remus when he was awake. He brought tea in while Remus was talking to Lily, and Remus glared at him until he left again. Instead, he went to sit with James in the living room.
James looked up from the stack of muggle playing cards he was shuffling. "How's he doing?"
"Better, I think." Sirius sunk into the chair, leaning back until his head rested against the back. "I'm not sure. I haven't really had a chance to check him out since he woke up."
James furrowed his brows. "He won't let you?"
Sirius shook his head. "I didn't ask. Maybe he would have, but if I'm in the room, he goes quiet and either glares or won't look at me."
James hummed. "Maybe I'll talk to him about it."
"No, don't." James looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and Sirius sighed. "He has every right to be mad at me. Look how badly I fucked up his life."
James scoffed and shuffled the deck again. "That was Snape."
Sirius shrugged. "He may have fired the spell, but I put the wand in his hand. Plus, I don't imagine that distinction matters much to Remus."
"You just saved his life. That has to count for something."
Sirius was quiet for a moment. "What if it's not enough?"
James didn't answer. Instead he reached out to pull Sirius into a hug, and the two of them sat there intertwined for a long time.
***
"I took the potion. I don't see why we have to do this too."
James paused his spell casting. "Because, Remus, none of us know how well the potion works, or that the arse at the potions shop brewed it correctly."
Sirius snorted. “Yeah, I’ll make it myself next month.”
“No, you won’t.” Remus crossed his arms from where he was sitting against the headboard. “It’s not necessary.” Sirius didn’t bother to argue with him, but went back to casting spells.
James continued as though they hadn’t spoken. “And if it doesn’t work perfectly, I’d prefer to have the room secured rather than having you running loose.”
“So why don’t you just let me go back to the Ministry like I usually do?”
James and Sirius both stop and turn towards him. “You change at the Ministry? You’re registered?” Sirius asked.
Remus looked down, toying with the blanket under his hands. When he spoke, it was quietly, but with a bitterness that tore right through Sirius. “I didn’t really have a choice. They knew once I was expelled that I was a monster.”
“You’re not a monster,” Sirius said, without even thinking.
Remus fisted his hands in the blanket, but he didn’t respond. “There also wasn’t really anywhere else to go, not once I moved to London. It’s not like I could just wander through Hyde Park every full moon.”
“I’m sorry you had to do that.” James looked really sincere, and Remus didn’t snap at him the way he might have if Sirius said it. Sirius tried not to let it bother him.
Remus sighed. "So what is the plan then? Lock me in here and see you tomorrow?"
James was casting spells again and didn't turn back. "Well, I was hoping we could join you."
"You don't have to do that." Sirius glanced over to see Remus looking down and toying with the blanket again. "I'm alright on my own."
"Maybe so," James said, "but if you don't have to be, why would you?"
***
Remus had only agreed to let them in if they waited until after the change. He had done that when they first became Animagus, but he had eventually let them stay the whole time. They didn’t fight him, this time, though Sirius wanted to.
They’d decided that Remus would change, and then Padfoot would slip in through the crack in the door. If the potion failed, the wolf always preferred Padfoot to the others. They all thought that it was a canine thing, theorizing that the wolf recognized the dog as kin. Sirius had always hoped that it was because the wolf recognized him and recognized Remus’s feelings for him and…
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for Padfoot to go in, in case that really was the reason.
Sirius had never shared that theory with them before, though, and he wasn’t about to offer it now. Not when it could potentially get him kicked out of the room and definitely not if it required confessing what he had actually done to Remus.
Waiting was the hardest part. At Hogwarts, the three of them had laughed and played around in the shack until it was time, though Remus would lay down and mostly sleep until the transformation came. Now, after a few years of distance, Sirius wonders if they had been bothering Remus, or making it harder for him when they didn’t let him be before the moon. He never said, and Sirius never got a chance to ask.
There was a certain amount of tension in the flat, even with Remus in the other room. They pulled out the muggle cards that James had been fidgeting with for two days and attempted to play a game of poker, but none of them were really into it. Instead, the night simply dragged on.
They finally heard Remus’s scream, muffled slightly as though by a poor silencing charm, and they knew that the moon was rising.
They waited until the cries subsided and the wolf howled. When they didn’t hear growling or the sound of furniture being destroyed, James opened the door for Padfoot.
He padded in softly and sank to the ground as soon as he cleared the door. After a moment, he raised his eyes to see Moony sitting on the bed and looking at him with a haughty look.
He’d forgotten, in the years they’d spent apart, just how beautiful Moony was. Colors were muted through Padfoot’s eyes, and Sirius had always wanted to see him with his human eyes, but he could still tell that Remus’s hair was the same color as the wolfs. His eyes were a liquid gold, like melted honey, and Padfoot’s instincts always pushed him to nuzzle against Moony.
Padfoot still couldn’t tell if this was Remus or the wolf, though. It could be either, at this point, and Sirius wasn’t sure how he would figure it out. They should have pre-arranged some sort of sign.
Instead, he walked around to the other side of the bed, keeping his head low, submissive, and an eye on Moony. Moony watched him walk around, but didn’t move.
Padfoot hoped upon the bed, immediately crouching down again. Moony looked at him, and if he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was with an eye roll and a raised eyebrow. Could wolves even raise their eyebrows? Except it was such a Remus look that he was almost, almost sure it was him and not the wolf.
Padfoot crawled forward on his belly, head between his paws, until he was just in front of Moony. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for a growl, but none came. He raised his head, sniffing the air and, after a moment of no reaction, moved forward.
He sniffed Moony’s ear and neck. He’d been able to smell him as soon as he walked in the room, but there was something about getting his nose into Moony’s fur that always left Padfoot with a wagging tail. Sirius continued sniffing around him, sniffing his belly and under his tail (which made Moony jump and grumble a bit) then around the other side, facing him again.
Padfoot pulled back, lifting his head and tipping it to the side as he looked at Moony. Moony huffed, and Padfoot was sure he rolled his eyes again. Moony looked annoyed, but he reached forward and nudged Padfoot’s face with his nose. That’s when he knew. The potion worked; this was Remus.
Sirius barked in excitement and licked Moony’s muzzle. Perhaps he shouldn’t have, but it was harder to remember that things were not okay between them when his emotions were simplified in Padfoot’s head. He loved Remus, and so he licked him.
He realized he was going to have to think about that more later, the love bit, but that was a problem Sirius would have to deal with. Padfoot just felt the love.
The door opened then, removing any chance for Moony to react to it. Wormtail scurried up the bed, followed by Prongs, who sat on the floor.
Moony huffed, and laid his head down on his paws. Padfoot looked at him carefully, and, because he’d always been able to get away with more as Padfoot than Sirius, he curled up right next to Moony, tucked into a ball between his legs. He felt Moony shift a bit, almost like he was going to fight it, but then he huffed again and laid his head next to Padfoot.
Wormtail, emboldened by Padfoot’s success, climbed up the two canines and snuggled in the space between them. Prongs laid his head on the bed next to the three of them, and the pack was back together again.
#what we do to get by#wolfstar#wolfstar angst#remus lupin needs a hug#canon divergent#remus lupin#sirius black#snitchwrites
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Can you do a mick mars fluff where maybe his wife had surgery and she wanted to support him during his show but she ends up being in too much pain that she doesn't tell her husband until he sees her crying off stage holding her stomach.
Don’t Hide || Mick Mars
[Mick Mars x Fem!Reader]
Summary: the request ^
Warnings: talk of surgery, crying, pain, stitches, talk of Mick’s back pain, panic
Masterlist
A/N: I was falling asleep whilst writing this so I apologise if it’s absolute shit. I didn’t write about any specific surgery (except it’s around the stomach) because I don’t anything about surgery and I’m too tired to research it so I hope this is okay anyways♡♡
The doctors highly recommended to rest and do nothing for 3 days but you didn’t listen. Even though the surgery was only yesterday, you promised Mick that you were feeling fine and the doctors said one day of rest is all you needed.
This show was special because it’s the first one you could go to for a while since he went on tour for three months, leaving you missing him at home. You were so excited and you were not about to let that stupid surgery stop you from supporting your husband. You masked you’re pain from the band, even though when Tommy greeted you with a hug he unknowingly pressed into the scar making your cringe in pain.
Mick knew something was up the moment you showed up to the venue. “Are you sure your alright to stay here, Darling? I wouldn’t mind if you needed to go home,” he would ask every twenty minutes.
“Mick. I’m fine, I promise,” you breathe, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “now go out there and do what you do best.”
He smiled at you as he walked on stage with the rest of the band, the crowd cheering madly as they did so.
Your pain was bearable for the first half of the show, it was after the break that got you. A large wave of green excruciating pain rushed through your whole torso as you stumbled to lean on the near table. The room started to spin as the pain made you woozy. You quickly stumbled to Mick’s dressing room as subtly as you could, holding onto the walls for support. You knew you should have asked for a chair or something.
As soon as you reached the room, you fell straight onto the sofa. You reached for your purse to find some kind of pain killers. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” You muttered. You stupidly forgot the pills were in your other bag. Your eyes burnt with tears of pain and now panic, your breathing speed increased.
By the time the gig was over, you were fully curled up into the corner of the couch. Tears flooded down you cheeks and you groaned in agony. Your hand was permanently glued onto the stitches. The stabbing sensation was growing worse as the pain killers from 5 hours ago had fully worn off. You were so out of it you didn’t even notice the loud music stopping and the door swinging open.
“You weren’t at the- Jesus, darling, what happened?!” He rushed to kneel in front of you. His normal laid back face turned to worry.
“Nothing. I’m just- fuck- being silly,” you try explain.
“No. It’s your surgery isn’t it? You lied about how much rest you really needed,” the older man sighed.
“I’m sorry, Mick, I really wanted to see you tonight,” you sniffled, “but I was suppose to have atleast 3 days and I forgot my pain killers.”
Your husband stood up and and walked to his dressing table draw and produced an orange tub of pills. “I have these just in case my back felt especially bad, they should work for you,” he handed you two of the white drugs and a glass of water. He then sat down and wrapped an arm round your shoulders, “once you feel alright to walk, we’ll go.”
“Thank you,” you mumble, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” he assures, “but don’t hide from me, if you’re in pain or uncomfortable please tell me.”
“I will.” You nod. Mick then waits until your feeling a bit better before helping you to the car.
#motley crue#mötley crüe#mick Mars#mick mars x reader#motley crue fluff#motley crue x reader#mötley crüe x reader#Tommy lee#Nikki sixx
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better left unsaid // cth
chapter forty seven
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.
calum hood x fem!oc
read other chapters // read on AO3
TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: BLOOD, VOMITING (sorry i forgot this at first)
january 23, 2019
madrid, spain
orion
I wake up to an empty bed and laughter from across the room. Confused, I rub at my eyes and brush my messy hair out of my face while I lift my head from the pillow to see what time it is.
It’s 11:00.
I fell asleep yesterday after we got to the hotel at 4 pm. How did I sleep so long? Why didn’t Calum wake me? Where is he?
I slowly crawl out of the comfortable bed, looking around the room for my boyfriend, and find him leaning against the wall while Paula and Lucia sip from coffee cups on the couch. When I’m standing, I wave at the three of them. They all smile at me with genuine happiness that I can’t say I myself can feel yet today. How can I have slept for so long and still be so tired?
I’m always tired.
“Buenos! Oh my god, you’re here!” Paula says, standing from the couch and running up to hug me.
Sleepily, I hug her back, trying to smile.
“Hi, it’s so good to see you,” I say. I’m quieter than I probably should be.
She lets go of me and lets Lucia give me a hug too.
“Cómo estás?” Lucia asks.
I try not to wince. “Oh, uh, okay.” I smile with closed lips and nod, stepping back from the girls and heading to lean against Calum for support while we chat.
“I’m sorry, I tried to wake you last night but you didn’t even flinch. I figured you could use the sleep,” Calum says, his arms wide open for me to walk into.
Silently, I nod, melting into him and feeling better instantly.
“Are you hungry? Maybe we could go get food at Puerta del Sol?” Paula asks, smiling her painfully perfect smile.
“Sure, I could eat,” I lie. I’m not hungry at all. “Don’t guys mind if I shower really quick?”
They all promise me it’s fine and that they’ll just keep chatting. I grab a pair of jeans and a sweater from my suitcase before I retreat to the bathroom. With everyone waiting, I do my best to be quick and not focus on the nausea that creeps in as I stand in the shower. Once I’m relatively clean, I dry off and throw the clothes on.
I haven’t worn jeans in months, and that’s very obvious with the way these should probably be worn with a belt that I do not have. There are inches of excess fabric at the waist. My baggy sweater thankfully covers the waistband, so I just hope that no one notices that my clothes don’t fit me anymore. I’m a fraction of who I once was.
I plaster on my smile before I head back out to face the three people whom I should feel okay to be myself around, but, these days, who I am isn’t someone anyone wants to be around.
We head out and I don’t really pay attention to anything. Calum guides me while he holds my hand, and I robotically trod alongside him. My stomach is cramping and I feel like whatever minor remnants of food are left inside of me are right at the top of my throat. Any sudden movement and I’ll be throwing up all over the sidewalk.
Madrid looks the same as it used to, but it feels different.
I’m different.
We sit down at a small metal table at one of the near-tourist-traps in Puerta del Sol. None of us expect the food to be great. What matters at this place is the location, surrounded by the bustle of the city and being in the heart of Madrid. Here, it feels like we’re in the center of the universe, with people from all over the world sharing this space that so many others have walked before.
Everyone orders coffee, including me, but when it comes to food, I skip out. Calum looks at me with immense concern and he squeezes my hand under the table, but I can’t look at him, even though I feel his eyes on me. I don’t trust my stomach to not reject any solid food I consume, and I really don’t want to vomit while I’m here with Paula and Lucia.
I don’t even feel like I’m here. My body is here, but my brain is just floating somewhere, and I don’t even know where. It’s an unsettling feeling.
The others are talking about New York. Paula was accepted to the graduate program at NYU she was hoping for, so Calum is giving them a ton of recommendations of things to do and places to go and even remembers the name of some bartender at a bar that he goes to each time they visit.
“I’ll shoot him a message later, Lucia. I’m sure he’d be happy to have a bilingual bartender on his team,” Calum says. He sets a reminder for later today.
“Really? You don’t have to, Cal, I feel bad asking,” Lucia tries to argue, but Calum just shrugs.
“Happy to help,” he says with another shrug. “What’s the point of having all these connections if I don’t use them?”
I then realize that Paula has been staring at me. I raise my eyebrows at her to silently ask ‘what?’
You okay? She mouths to me.
I try to smile and nod at her subtly, trying my best to not attract Calum or Lucia’s attention.
“What’s the plan for after this?” I ask, avoiding Paula asking me more questions.
“I was thinking the botanical garden? If you’re feeling up for walking,” Calum says, returning his attention to me and squeezing my leg under the table.
“Sounds perfect,” I say.
We finish drinking our coffees and the others eat what’s left of their food before paying the bill. While we walk, I’m back to wearing my mask and so are the others. I feel bad expecting the girls to do it, but they promised that it was no big deal if it meant they could spend more time with me. I find myself shivering in the January cold while we walk, so Calum takes the beanie off his head and slides it onto mine without me even asking. He also holds my hand inside the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie.
My stomach continues to churn during the entire walk, and I’m grateful that the mask on my face helps hide my expression that, at this point, is probably something like a grimace. It takes a lot of self-control not to crush Calum’s hand in mine, but luckily I don’t think he notices. My hand that’s not holding his is balled into a fist, my fingernails digging into my palm.
When we finally get to our destination, I excuse myself to the restroom while the others grab our tickets. I feel so much relief when I’m finally bent over the toilet bowl, and, on cue, my stomach contracts and empties what minimal contents were sitting in it.
I look into the bowl and get the urge to vomit again once I see what’s in it. It’s mostly coffee, but not entirely. The only logical explanation for the bright red swirling in the toilet is blood. I just threw up blood.
My head gets hazy and the room starts spinning. I have to rest my face against the coolness of the toilet seat to refrain from fainting. My breathing is loud, and the sounds of me gagging have no doubt caught the attention of anyone else in the bathroom. When I feel enough strength to stand again, I wipe my mouth with toilet paper and replace my mask over my face.
There’s an older woman waiting for me outside the stall, concern written all over her face. “¿Estás bien? ¿Acabas de vomitar? ¿Necesitas algo, o alguien?”
I stare at her. All I can do is stare. Why can’t I remember what half of those words mean? I don’t know what she said and I don’t know what to say. I speak Spanish. Maybe not perfectly, but I should know what this woman just said to me.
“Bien,” I end up saying. It’s the one word other than gracias that pops up in my brain.
Why can’t I remember Spanish?
In a daze, I stumble out of the bathroom and end up running straight into another person that’s walking in.
“Seriously,” I mumble to myself, trying to remain standing, but I’m wobbly.
The other person grabs my arms and helps steady me, and when I can lift my head enough to see their face, I realize it’s Paula.
“Woah, O, are you okay? You’re so pale,” she says, still supporting me while I try to regain my balance and strength.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I breathe out. It takes everything in me not to lean into her and relax, but I manage to mostly stand on my own. “May need to sit down for a bit.”
“Cal!” She yells, and I sigh. I have to pass this off as just being tired. I can’t ruin our day. I can’t ruin our trip.
Calum appears behind her in seconds, and before I know it, he’s throwing my arm over his shoulders and holding up half my weight himself.
“I got you, baby,” he whispers quietly enough that no one else would be able to hear.
“There’s a bench over here,” Paula says.
Calum guides me to the bench and helps me take a seat. He crouches down in front of me, and I hate the look on his face. He’s terrified. He’s nearly holding back tears. I can’t tell him I just threw up. I can’t tell him I just threw up blood.
“Here, I brought you a protein shake in case anything like this happened.” Lucia holds a carton in front of me that looks like some kind of chocolate concoction.
I want to push it away. I want to say I don’t need it. I don’t want to need to drink a protein shake.
But I do need it, so I take it.
“Do you need anything? Water? What can I do?” Calum asks gently. He’s still kneeling in front of me and looking at me with concern and care.
I shake my head, pulling my mask down and unscrewing the lid on the drink. I gulp it down quickly, doing my best to fight the urge to gag while I drink. The acidic burn of whatever was in my stomach is still clawing at my throat and makes this drink taste disgusting. “All good. Just need a sec.”
Calum stays in front of me and watches me closely while I drink. Lucia is standing a few feet off to the side, giving me space, but I’m not sure where Paula went.
When the carton is empty, I set it next to me and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I force a smile.
“Did you get the tickets?” I ask. I look back and forth between Calum and Lucia.
Cal nods. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out four tickets to show me proof. “Are you feeling okay enough to go in? We don’t have to, if you need to go back to the hotel.”
I make my fake smile bigger. “No, I’m fine. We should go in.”
“We can come back tomorrow,” Paula says, reappearing with a bottle of water in her hands. She sits next to me and swaps it for my empty protein shake. “I just asked.”
I just shake my head quickly. “Guys, no. It’s okay, just give me a few minutes. I’m fine.”
None of them seem convinced and start communicating nonverbally. They don’t believe me, but I don’t think any of them want to be the one to say we should leave. They don’t want that title of being the one who makes me rest like I need to.
“Seriously, I’m fine. I should’ve just eaten some tortilla at the restaurant. Sorry to be such a pain in the ass,” I say as convincingly as I can. I sip from the water Paula brought over.
“O, you just—” Paula starts.
“Paula, I’m fine.”
I stand up then, and take a gamble on possibly passing out, but thankfully, I remain steady. I take another long drink from the water bottle before I put my mask back on. Calum protectively follows suit and stands with me, reaching a hand out to help me stay balanced, but I don’t need it. At least, I’m trying my hardest not to need it.
“If you’re sure, Orion, we can go in,” Calum says. His eyes search my face for any sign of uncertainty. Even though my mouth is covered now, I smile and hope it reaches my eyes.
I take his hand in mine once more and drag him toward the entrance, once more doing my best to ignore my immense fatigue and resurfacing nausea.
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Remember that post where I said I’d stop talking about it ?
Some things happened in between,
I feel like I should explain how I feel about this whole thing.
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So ! It happens you have an option where you can check up on people you blocked ( if they’d didn’t already blocked you and you blocked them back like I did with Nadia. )
And I saw Zaiko answer and Nadia answer, which was to come, which I am here to answer and provides proof !
So, plan out -
1. Nadia coming to me on an alt account to ´apologize’
2. Tracing art for their Gacha mod + answer to Zaiko’s post
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1.
I received, yesterday despite Nadia saying they’d leave me alone in other old screenshots from someone else I also have, here’s one under their old username ;
( do you realize that ? They didn’t ask me to remove the block they “wanted” it. )
I received a text, what kind of text ?
( you forgot about me, but not enough to contact me under another account ? )
Here you go. Alicehopes, aka Alice used to be Azulnadia’s old username.
As you can see, it’s not a good apology. Why ? Because they say they forgive me too, that in their heart they forgive themselves..
What do I have to forgive myself when all I did was break off our ships and block you ? It’s a question I asked myself a lot, I did.
There’s more to the convo, here’s Nadia ignoring the part where I say to take off the video where they traced my art. Their answer is ? To ignore it.
You know what Im talking about when I say art video. In fact you can see the bottom of the screen, I showed them the screenshot of their Gacha mod « Eclipse »
( which was originally named Narkos, an old ship child of mine ! Coincidence or plagiarism, im still not sure knowing them. It’s just a name so it’s a side thought. )
I don’t have the complete screenshot of after that since I did block that account, and the account was deleted after by Nadia.
2.
So ! To answer Zaiko’s post.
I translated the answer, which you can see on their blog with Google Translate, since I’m bad at Spanish.
« that is Mode concept, said Mode concept was created by AZULNADIA AND BY NOBODY ELSE, true, SOME contributed to certain garments, but the vast majority of designs belongs to AZULNADIA. »
Except ! The two traced art from me. No, changing colours doesn’t make it different from tracing.
« If they tell about plagiarism… here I ask them, who plagiarizes whom ? 👀 »
Maybe the one having posted last ? Also know as Azulnadia !
Last reblog on Violan post, which you can feel free to check ! Vs Gacha Eclipse posting time.
19 January 2023 vs 2 November 2022.
« The hat that is there, is very similar to the one worn by the groovy character… but oh no! IT IS IN PTRO COLOR, ISN’T THAT PLAGIARISM OR RECOLOUR ?! 📸 🤨 »
Very good question, but here’s the thing ; you only showed one item, a recoloured one.
What about this ?
Which is the same colour, the same design, the same flowers, leaves.. then again go and take a look if they did not remove it ! No, this do not belongs to Gacha club, but to me I created and drew this designs.
( and it’s the same trait for trait, so it is ‘plagiarism’ )
And.. the date you ask ?
2022 reactions, please feel free again to go and check yourself I reached images limit.
-> Nadia, I no longer take it in if you apologize, you had the chance to and it was simply not an apology, but I do know as stated, you won’t.
#discourse cw#discourse#important#I refuse to be accused of tracing my own art.#and y’all deserve a proper explanation of a part of the stuff I went through during those months.#but yes !#tagged properly so people who don’t want to see it can avoid it ‘#now I’ll really try not answering more stuff#it’s no use
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WIP Wednesday Game
WHOOPS I meant to do this yesterday but forgot >_>;; anyway, thanks for the tag @fluffleforce Y'all are gonna be disappointed in me because my file names are usually actually titles oops
Here’s how it woks:
* In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
* Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
* After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
* That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
Boy Monster Part 1
As the tavern door swung open, the scent of horse and perspiration wafted in. It drifted over the sour smell of beer and mouthwatering aroma of roasted meat, drawing Dimo's attention away from his rotund and shaggy-haired companion. was animatedly retelling tales of past conquests to anyone who would listen.
Then the whimpering came, and Dimo twisted in his seat to see exactly who it was that wanted people to think they were dying.
A young man, thirteen – fifteen at the most and that was being generous - staggered into the tavern, his long ginger hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. It might have been neat and proper at one point, but now stray hairs stuck out at every angle while limp bangs dangled in his face, barely brushing over a splatter of freckles that dusted his cheeks. The collar of his too white shirt that was just starting to develop sweat stains hung open, exposing his flushed pale collar bones, and black boots that would have been polished until they gleamed like the night if it wasn't for the layer of mud caked around the soles.
In a tavern full of Jaegers and stout humans in weather worn clothing, the boy stood out like a vein of gold in a coal mine. One of the local nobles slumping in to slum it with the peasantry; a minor act of rebellion, no doubt.
Feelings I Can't Fight
"Maxim, does this mean you <i>bought</i> one of his CDs?" she asked accusingly, shoving the CD into his face and waving it around as if trying to ensure that he saw and acknowledged its existence. As if he could ignore it when Dimo's phone number and <i>hotel room number</i> were right there, staring at him tauntingly.
"Enough!" Maxim bellowed, elbowing Zeetha out of his way and pulling his shirt off over his head as he moved further into his apartment. His jeans followed suit shortly afterwards, and Maxim chucked his work clothes into a hamper before digging into his closet for something that didn't smell like sweat and coffee. "Hy chust got home from vurk, und hy wants to eat food und not think!"
And now his accent was starting to come through. If Maxim wasn't frustrated before, he was now, and he pulled his hair free from its bun with a yank of his hand. "Dere better be leftovers in mine fridge, or hy'm gonna be super crenky!"
The other disappointing thing is that that's all I've worked on lately o(￣▽￣)ｄ
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Happy Sunday!
I am posting so early, because I’m up late and it’s now officially Sunday in my corner of the world.
It’s been a long week, and I feel like I’m in a slump a bit with writing. (I say, after spending basically all night writing) Not with ideas, mind you, I’ve been plotting, but getting good words that I feel good about sharing has been a struggle. Kinda hate everything. I’m just a lil worn out. Cuz work.
At this point I feel like I’ve shared basically all my jelly Simon content, but who cares. It’s fun. Have some more.
“Here’s what I don’t understand,” Penny sighs. “Baz literally pushed you down the stairs yesterday. That just happened, and you’re still stuck on this boyfriend business?”
I roll my eyes. It’s not like I forgot, I’ve got a bruise on my arse to remind me of that every time I sit down. Pretty sure he just landed a lucky punch, though. I saw the brief look of surprise on his face as I tumbled backward. At least he wasn’t off planning something nefarious. At least I knew where he was.
(At the top of the stairs, looking well pleased with himself.)
So, I guess, I also just took a break to write some mindless smut. Because my brain is a dumpster fire. It has basically no plot. Well, the plot is that they want to have sex, and then they do. Boom. *throws confetti*
I am almost done with this, so have a tidbit. A lil nibble. I’ll probably put it out sometime this week.
Christ, he really is trying to kill me. This was his plot. He’s been playing the long game. Baz is going to off me with the slowest, most sensual blowjob of my fucking life and I’ll probably thank him for it.
There are worse ways to die.
Spoiler: There is a blowjob. And it is s l o w.
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Hello again, It has been a long time. I have been in a jjk hole and I completely forgot about the pumking series XD. What was Sylvaines time in the pumpkin costumes?
(AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *HUGS YOU*)
Esme Varlineau watched as her mother was trying and failing to put the well-worn pumpkin costume on her newest baby brother. "Mummy, Sylvaine is going to be the best pumpkin ever!" She said happily, wrinkling her nose just like Mummy! I love Mummy so much. I can't wait to grow up and be just like her.
"Yes he will be, my little love, but first," she struggled with getting Sylvaine's leg through the appropriate hole. "Oh dear. I think it might be time to visit Granny and see if she can, erm, fix this." Sylvaine cooed. "Yes, I know! I know! You're just a little too big for this costume, my baby boy." She got the infant out of the costume and put his onesie back on.
"Was I a big baby, Mummy?"
Agnes giggled. "At the time, I thought you were...but then your siblings arrived, and Mummy got quite a shock!" Mummy is the best. She takes such good care of all of us, and Bapa loves her so much. I hope I can find a handsome prince who will love me like Bapa loves Mummy. She picked up the still cooing infant and balanced him on her hip. "What do you say, Esme? Do you want to help me write the note to Granny?"
Esme grinned and clapped. "Yes! Yes Mummy!" I love Granny so much! She always brings us treats and presents! And cuddles! "But we should see if everyone wants to help." We all love Granny!
Agnes ruffled her daughter's dark red hair. "Splendid idea, darling, but the true test is if we can get Bapa to help." She winked, walking towards the living room where Esme's younger siblings were climbing on their father.
"BAPA, WE NEED TO WRITE TO GRANNY BECAUSE BABY BROTHER IS TOO MUCH FOR THE PUMPKIN COSTUME!" Esme shouted and leapt on top of her father's midsection as Hami and Pip laughed.
"OOOOOOOOOOF! Es, you can't just jump onto Bapa anymore." Estinien groaned and pushed her off gently. He sat up, much to the disappointment of the other children. "Careful, little one."
Esme's cheeks turned pink. "Sorry Bapa. But can we all write to Granny? Can we? Please?"
"BAPA!"
"WRITE TO GRANNY!"
"GWANNY!"
Celestine, to no one's surprise, growled, "Gwanny hug."
Estinien shook his head, one of his large, scarred palms rubbing his face. "Why can't we simply buy a new pumpkin costume instead of bothering your mother?"
Agnes frowned slightly. "Because that was Esme's first All Saints' Wake costume, and all the children have worn it since for their first All Saints'. I know it must seem silly, but it means a lot to me." She sat on the couch and before she knew it, Marc, Laure, and Celestine climbed to sit with her and Sylvaine. "Besides, Mum doesn't mind."
See, Bapa?!?!? Mummy said it perfectly!
With a grunt, Estinien stood and grabbed a quill and paper. "Alright, alright. How about this? 'Luci--'"
"GRANNY!" The children shouted.
"It's from us, Bapa!" Hami said with a grin.
"Aye. 'Dear Granny,'" he wrote. "'The pumpkin costume needs to be altered because our little Sylvaine is not so little.' Ah, but how shall you all thank Granny for her hard work?" Estinien glanced at the children, who were thinking very hard.
I KNOW!!! "HUGS! We can give Granny as many hugs as she wants!" Esme grinned, hugging herself.
"'We promise to give you as many hugs as you want. Love, Esme, Hami, Marc, Pip, Laure, Celestine, and Sylvaine.' How's that? Come here and sign your names or draw something for Granny."
The children scrambled to their father and each either wrote their names themselves or Estinien guided their hands to write their names. Pip always makes his name with little hearts and smiley faces. He's so cute.
"Well, that's done. You bringing that tomorrow, my love?" Estinien asked, now sitting on the couch with Agnes and Sylvaine.
Agnes nodded. "Yes, that and Nadia's nameday gift. Fucking order was delayed and didn't arrive until yesterday." She looked at the children and smiled. "Anyone want to come with me?"
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Esme, Hami, and Pip said with Pip jumping up and down. I love seeing Granny!
"Okay, my little loves, you three will come with me and the rest of you will stay home with Bapa. And hopefully before All Saints', we'll have the pumpkin costume ready for our sweet Sylvaine."
Granny is magic, because it was ready for little brother in time for All Saints' Wake! Though Mummy made a joke to Bapa that the next baby shouldn't be so big, but he just laughed.
#agnes currai#estinien varlineau#wolstinien#estinien x wol#agnes varlineau#these two dorks#ask and you shall receive#asker i wuv u#the varlineau kids#the varlineau family#esme varlineau#estinien wyrmblood#estinien is very proud of himself for making large babies what can i say
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I’m just gonna vent about adhd for a second.
A while back, I told my boss (past boss) that I had adhd. I was being converted from a contract worker to full time, so disclosing my disability seemed like a normal part of that process. I wanted to put my best foot forward at my new job, and ask for reasonable accommodations so I could do my best work. My boss and I had a good relationship, so I felt very confident about it.
He scoffed at me, said that “everyone has a little adhd”, and then went off about how kids are over diagnosed. I sat in silence for the rest of the conversation. Oh, and it took about 8 months for me to get my requested accommodations.
I have a different boss now, who is much kinder about it, but this really colored my experience of being a working person with adhd. Sometimes I forget that I’m disabled or I don’t consider myself as such, but the corporate world has a way of reminding me.
Well, this morning I fucked up. I was supposed to do a small presentation and I completely forgot, and missed about 90% of it (I work remotely and have somewhat flexible hours, for context).
I remembered at the tail end of the meeting, jumped into the call and apologized to everyone, and was able to finish it up, after my boss had so kindly stepped in and presented most of it for me. I made a real ass of myself and I’m trying SO hard not to spiral about it… it was absolutely mortifying.
Now, this was 100% my fault. I’m not trying to blame anything else, but damn is it just… hard. It’s so hard for me to like, be a person. And the adderall shortage is making it so much worse. I can only get the instant release tablets, MAYBE, if I’m lucky, and they just flat out don’t work as well as the extended release, which are impossible to find right now.
I have pretty severe TMJ, which is exacerbated by the instant release, so I’m constantly balancing being in so much agony and being a functioning person. The less pain I experience the more I fail at my responsibilities, and the more pain I’m in the better my brain works... And the more teeth I break. You don’t even want to know how much I’ve spent on dental work, and a mouth guard that my insurance refused to cover.
Basically, yesterday I chose to be irresponsible with less pain on my day off, which had major repercussions today. If I’m not like, 110% stressed out about everything 24/7 I WILL forget pretty much all appointments and commitments, but it’s unsustainable to live like this and my health is FAILING. I can feel myself becoming weaker and worn out. I’m killing myself just to appear “normal”. But I can’t do anything less, because if I get fired, goodbye health insurance! Then I wouldn’t even be able to get the shitty instant release tablets.
And it’s all invisible. No one suspects a thing. I can’t really talk about it. I told everyone we experienced a power outage, because the real reason just seems silly. Sorry, I took a day off from being a person yesterday because my daily life makes me feel like I’m drowning, and my meds didn’t kick in fast enough for me to remember on time! Sorry, I was distracted by having to pry my jaw open to brush my teeth when I woke up today since I already lost my $800 night guard! Sorry, I have chronic IBS which causes me so much pain that sometimes I can’t even move when I first get up, which was what delayed me taking my meds in the first place!
I don’t know what the point of this was. Happy disability month, I guess. It absolutely sucks here.
And if you think “everyone has a little adhd”, please go fuck yourself.
#rach.txt#this is a very personal post guys#trying not to spiral and writes an entire essay which is basically me spiraling#probably rsd#adhd#living with adhd#also fuck capitalism tbh
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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Bucky Barnes x Reader
MASTERLIST
Part I| Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V| Part VI | Part VII
Part VIII - Furnace
Hot like hellfire; the sensation spreading through your head. You weren’t sure what had happened. You knew that it was more than a month – maybe two. Or maybe a year in this… captivity. Injecting you with serums in all colors and shades, was your interpretation of fun these days. Trying to make you comply was not so fun. You had no idea if their methods were successful or not. You did have blackouts and a lot of blank spots in your memory, but you couldn’t be sure it was that or it was because they had just knocked you out. You hoped for the latter.
You were gasping for air but all you could inhale was fire. You opened your eyes just to witness a pool full of what seemed to be boiling water. It couldn’t be. He needed it you alive. He needed you alive. You kept repeating it like a mantra, but you knew that if his patience run thin, you were disposable.
“I see you are getting familiar with our heating system. It is remarkable, working like a finely tuned clock, all those years” Faustus told you and you forgot all the pain and the torment. This was the first time you had any hint of where you were. If this was used as a heating system, and it was old enough for him to choose those words, you had to be somewhere in Central Europe. And this had to be a big ass building if it needed an Olympic-sized pool to heat it up. Slowly, you took in the room you were in. Big limestone plates and other sedimentary rocks were covering the wall and huge plates of limestone were covering the dirt of the floor, worn out by all this time… If you were in Europe, the only type of building that would this big with such architecture would be a castle.
Your mind was spinning. You had to have your eyes and ears open all the time. Anything, even a crumble of information could prove enough to find a way out. You didn’t know Faustus, but you had guessed of German origin. Germany had castles but there was something almost too easy for that hypothesis to be true. From what you could understand, and the three rooms you had seen – this castle had gone through many phases. You had to find out more.
“A boiling pool. What, are you going to skin me alive?” you sassed because you knew he wanted your co-operation, as much as he could get it out of you. He chuckled which was unexpected. Then again, engaging in any sort of conversation with him was a risk, because he had a way to make you believe his words, a manipulating ability better than anyone.
“Sie würden kunst nicht verstehen” he told you in German with a hint of a baroque accent. You pretended you had no idea what he said. You wouldn’t understand art. So, wherever you were was considered art or at least… an attraction? Ideas spinning around your brain; were people actually visiting this place? An upper level maybe, but still. If visitors came here, you had a big chance to escape.
Faustus thought for a moment; you guessed about all the ways he could manipulate you into obeying him. He looked over a couple of files, while you tried to figure out a way out. There were two doors – one leading back to your captivity and one leading to your freedom. If you made a run for it, your guess had to be the correct one. You weren’t sure if you could count on your gut feeling.
You turned your attention to him again. He seemed pleased. You didn’t like the look he was now giving you. He walked closer, his ginger hair falling like a credits curtain. Ending.
“You should be proud little shadow devil. You were magnificent” he complimented you and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What? His face became smug and arrogant. He was about to deliver some big news. News you weren’t going to like. He took two pages from the file he was examining.
“Your work is impeccable. Just take a look. Yesterday’s mission was an absolute success” he commented and handed you the pages. You didn’t really understand what those pages were showing. They were photographs, that much you got. But other than that, your eyes didn’t really catch what your mind was trying to shield you from. Maybe it was the only protection it could offer you.
A body was covered in blood. A face, rather familiar, was white. Silverish blue eyes were looking at you, open and lifeless. A metal arm was dislocated, and torn into pieces. You were there too. Covered in black from head to toe. A mask had been ripped from your face. Your eyes were dead. No. No.
You looked at him with all the hatred in the world but without having been convinced. You would never hurt him. You could never. No.
“You should be proud. You single-handedly took out that failure, Barnes. You are flawless” he let you on. All you could think were the three words. Took out Barnes. No, that man wasn’t Bucky and you weren’t his little pawn. No, you weren’t a soldier for him. No, he couldn’t have.
“Now, we do have a little more work. You do have to give us the formula, willingly or not. Your choice, of course” he deadpanned, and you tried to catch your breath. You threw the photographs away and screamed at top of your lungs as you launched forward to attack him, kill him, turn him to dust. Had he really made you kill the only person in your life that…
With a calm and calculated swift, he moved away and laughed. “You may not want to believe it but take comfort in the fact that you didn’t kill him. The Shadow Devil did” he informed you, unruffled. You broke down. You looked at your hands, red was still there, on your fingers and nails. You crushed to the floor, and stayed there, like a broken doll. His tone was offering you pity and pride.
“He was looking for you, but you didn’t find him. Our work did. The perfect soldier. Absolute excellence” he went on and you were growing number by the second.
“I don’t believe you. Not until I see the body” you offered between pained tears and a black feeling, as cold as ice, spreading where your heart used to be. He seemed more patronizing than ever but he offered exactly what you asked.
“Of course, I will take you to the lab. We’ve been running some tests to see where he failed. We do learn from our mistakes” his frozen tone made you turn it off. You never expected him to agree, trying desperately to believe that this was one of his acts.
You just nodded and one guard, out of nowhere, placed a cloth on your mouth and nose.
You don’t remember how you got there but your eyes could not lie this time. It was him. He was laying there, right there. The only thing that was separating you from him was a thin protective glass. For gruesome scientists had hooked him up with wires, running serums in and out. Watching it happening in front of you, you could no longer deny it; you had killed the man you loved. It was him and it was not an elaborate prank. There was no trick this time; Faustus had really gotten into your head, had really found a way to make you one of his soldiers, had really made you forget who you were, had really made you pull the trigger. He had really made you kill him. Your mind was no longer your own, your will was no longer free, your actions were no longer your own choices, you were no longer you. You became an empty vessel for his commands, another Winter Soldier, a shadow devil as he called you. You were not. And it was this moment you stopped fighting. You let go. There was nothing to fight for anymore. There was no hope, escaping had no meaning, finding a way out was pointless, trying to keep him out of your head had failed. Returning home was no longer an option. You no longer had one. You had killed it.
#Bucky Barnes#James Buchanan Bucky Barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagines#marvel imagine#marvel imagines#bucky barnes fanfiction#winter soldier#the winter soldier#winter soldier fanfiction#winter soldier imagine#The Avengers#avengers imagine#Avengers#doctor faustus#captain america#natasha romanoff imagine#steve rogers imagine#x read#reader insert
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재등장, bts | scene 08: skit: so how have you been?
{resurfaced, bts}
summary: the biggest group in the world has their scandal resurface as the former female member the world thought was done become the best new artist of the year at the grammys.
face claim: yeri of red velvet
original is on archive of our own: amariss_0613, and wattpad: amariss_amaryllis, just decided to publish it on here~
this story mentions non-consensual things and includes some mentions of drugs, depression, and sasaengs.
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scene 08: skit: so, how have you been?
chapter summary: "i saw what happened with taehyung yesterday." i muttered. seeing seokjin's face reflect what i feared, i regretted saying a thing about yesterday.
bold w/ italic- english
normal- korean
playing: lonely boy | txt
minisode 2: thursday's child | 2022
|y/n's pov|
"ah, it looks like your all gathered already." a familiar voice brought me and the boys all out of our trans. The voice belonged to my choreographer, which i totally forgot was also here. jimin and yoongi quickly stood up, noticing my presence, while jungkook and namjoon also made their way to where the rest of the boys were standing. although they all looked tense and were staring at me, taehyung and i were having a staring contest, but i looked away before i could feel the lump in my throat form.
i made my way next to my choreographer, dragging kwan with me since our arms were still linked, standing right across from the boys, specifically seokjin. his eyes... i couldn't tell what they were holding, was it disgust? sadness? or anger..?
"hello, it's nice to meet you. i'm y/n, i hope we work well together." i introduced myself, letting go of kwan before bowing out of respect and since we were in public.
"yes, it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm the leader, rm, and we are bts. i hope we also work well together today." namjoon greeted smoothly, putting his hand out for a handshake, which i took. i could see that most of the boys were pulling their gaze from me to kwan.
"and you two are?" he directed to kwan and the choreographer, "i'm kwan, y/n's bodyguard. it's nice to meet you all." kwan responded, going up to all of the members and shaking their hands. "i'm y/n's choreographer, it's an honor to be working with you," he responded, also shaking each members hands.
for the first hour and a half, it was tense, awkward, and emotional. i felt like how i felt that night when everything changed. we made small interactions with each other, like where to stand and what they were going to be doing for the mini skit.
"so y/n is going to be sitting with you a few minutes before her stage starts, so just act calm and normal. when the music starts, y/n will be sitting, then bts can start taking pictures, acting like paparazzi. when the light hits her, they all stop, and then just sit, and you're finished! y/n knows what to do after." the choreographer explained as we acted it out.
"will we be given props for the paparazzi part?" yoongi asked, standing from kneeling on the floor. "oh yes, we will provide phones that are used for similar scenarios."
kwan was seated away from us, towards the side where some other staff was, but would sneak glances at me to make sure i wasn't having a panic attack or anything. i made my way toward him as soon as we finished our 3rd rehearsal, including my actual performance. "are you doing okay?" i asked, knowing that he was probably getting bored from sitting down for almost an hour and a half straight. "i'm good, but are you okay? you look pale." he wasn't wrong, i felt worn out, not physically, but mentally. "yeah, just thinking about a lot. we're gonna do one more go and then we're done." i sighed, turning back around to the ledge of the stage and taking a quick break.
|jimin's pov|
after we had got done with our third rehearsal, we took a break. y/n seemed to be spacing out, she made her way to kwan as me and the members huddled up.
"so, what do you think she's thinking about? she keeps spacing out." yoongi was the first to speak as we snook glances at her and kwan having a conversation. "she's probably freaking out and doesn't know what to do." i said, seeing y/n make her way to the ledge of the stage. "taehyung, you doing okay? you haven't said anything since before y/n came." jin asked taehyung, i moved next to him and wrapped my arm around his neck. "cheer up tae, i know it's hard but we'll be gone and getting ready for the show before you know it." i smiled, trying to ease up his emotions. it was uncomfortable for all of us, how were we going to make conversation with her if she hasn't even tried to talk to us?
"i'm gonna go and try to talk to her." jin announced, while we all looked at him like deers in front of headlights. "uh, i don't think that's a good idea, she looks like she needs space right now." hobi said, still staring at y/n. seokjin didn't even try to listen as he walked up to y/n and asked her something. She shook her head, before watching him sit down next to her. "he better not pull out his dad jokes." jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes. "i swear you better not jinx it." namjoon sighed, looking away from the two.
|y/n pov|
"mind if i join you?" a voice asked, i turned around and saw seokjin pointing next to me. "o-oh, no, go ahead," i spoke, staring at him taking his spot next to me. an awkward feeling was floating in the air before i said something. "i-" i hesitated, should i say something about yesterday? "i saw what happened with taehyung yesterday." i muttered. seeing seokjin's face reflect what i feared, i regretted saying a thing about yesterday. "oh. you saw that?" he murmured, and i nodded. "seeing you yesterday did a lot to him last night, but he's okay for now." i didn't know how to respond to that.
'oh yeah..., sorry about that! i didn't really know what else to expect!'
that would be the worst response ever.
"i'm sorry." i whispered, attempting to hold myself together in front of seokjin. "i should be sorry, we all should be sorry, it was our fault all that happened to you." "to be honest, i forgave you all that moment i stepped on the plane to america all those years ago." i smiled, running my hands through my hair. seokjin looked up at me before smiling. "the other members also wanted to talk to you." as if they had planned it, the rest of the guys appeared, walking towards the both of us.
"well, it's nice to see you smiling again!" hobi cheered, wrapping an arm around jungkook who was sulking. "i really thought you hated us!" he cried. "congrats on the nomination y/n, you deserve it." yoongi smiled, who i smiled back too, "thank you, congrats on your guys' nomination too, you all deserve it way more than i do." i said. "i and joon listened to your whole album! it was great!" jimin said and namjoon agreed, "it should have also been nominated for album of the year."
"thank you so much you guys, it means a lot to me." i thanked them, hoping that taehyung would just maybe say something to me, but what would he even say to someone like me who had destroyed him the most?
"so, that guy, kwan, is your bodyguard? he looks even bigger than jungkook and joon!" jin laughed, pointing out kwan, who was staring at us. "he looks young though, how old is he?" jimin asked, staring at him. "you'd be surprised, he's turning 23 this year."
"WHAT!?!" all but yoongi and taehyung shrieked, yet you could see their shocked faces.
"he was 21 when i joined my company." i quietly giggled, "shit, he's young, most koreans look young, so i thought he was older." jungkook assumed, "he's like a little brother to me," i admitted, noticing that some of the members let out a sigh.
"how's hwi? is he still practicing to become an idol?" yoongi questioned me about my little brother, as they were close.
"hwi's doing good, we're actually in the same company. he and his group are debuting soon." i revealed, knowing most of their reactions. "damn, he hasn't even turned 18 yet and he's already debuting soon. he's still so young!" jin complained, "companies are getting braver and braver." "that reminds me of the 95's.." hoseok laughed.
. . .
seeing all of the members chatting comfortably in front of me, didn't feel right... i felt sick, like i couldn't just accept their kindness. i need more time, more time to accept myself, not them.
. . .
they noticed my quiet state and started to quiet down themselves.
"hey, we're sorry for just coming over here and talking freely, we can leave if you want us to-" joon sympathized, but i spoke before my brain could even process what i was going to say.
"no! no... it's not any of you at all. it's me, i don't know if i can just accept your kindness. i need time to heal and understand that it might not have been my fault-"
as if he could hear my thoughts, taehyung spoke for the first time since before i arrived,
"if... if that's what you want, it's okay. as much as you think you ruined our lives, we did much worse to you and your health. you can take as long as you want."
. . .
'could i just fall in love with him all over again?'
. . .
"t-thank you, thank you so much..."
. . .
this is probably my favorite chapter I've ever written for this book, but I feel like I'll love future chapters even more! glad y/n doesn't hold anything against the members and decided that she needs time to understand and accept herself still.
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