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the-oblivious-writer · 10 months

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Wanna Be Yours |2|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw

Notes: Gonna be my last post for a few weeks, Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): Swearing, throwing up, mentions of underage drinking & blood

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Stressful was definitely one of the many words to describe how the past few weeks have been. With exams and quidditch, Y/N has found herself swamped with work. Luckily she was able to keep up with her classes..except for one.

Arithmancy.

It was the one subject she just couldn’t get. Ask her to brew a potion from scratch? Y/N has that handled. Want to know the name of every star? Y/N Y/L/N’s your girl. Need help in Defense Of The Dark Arts? She’s who to call. Just not about Arithmancy.

So here she was, studying the materials for the hundredth time. Y/N had been sitting there for a good hour now and the numbers and symbols were starting to mix and blur. That was when she knew she should call it a night.

Y/N packed her things and left the library before walking through the school’s halls, half asleep. She had been up since two in the morning and it was now almost curfew. At some point, Y/N zoned out during the walk to her dorm.

I really need to stop pulling all nighte-

The Slytherin is pulled out of her trance when she feels a body knock into her.

“Hmph- '' a girl let out in front of Y/N as both their books dropped to the ground. Y/N looked down to see the brown haired girl who she bumped into. Y/N instantly recognized her to be the Gryffindor she caught staring at her during the first day back at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry about that” Y/N said as she knelt down to pick up the fallen books.

“It’s okay.” Hermione then knelt down to help pick them up. Y/N finally looked at Hermione again when she gave the Gryffindor her book. They both stood up and there was an awkward few seconds of silence until Hermione held out her hand.

“I’m Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger” she let out, introducing herself to the Slytherin. Y/N looked at Hermione’s hand and then back to her face. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she responded, taking the other girl’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N. Even if it was by crashing into you” Hermione jokes which pulled a small laugh from Y/N.

“Yeah, I really ought to watch where I’m going next time,” Y/N responded back as they disconnected their hands.

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment. As she was about to say something Y/N’s name got called causing her to turn her head. Her gaze meets a bloody nosed Link being held up by Amelia and Leo. “What the bloody hell happened?” Y/N asked with raised eyebrows.

Before Y/N went to them, they walked over to her. “Take a wild guess” Leo remarked, he was getting tired of Link’s antics. Y/N sighs and turns back to Hermione,“I gotta uh —she points back to Link— but I’ll see you around. At least I hope I do” Y/N looks Hermione up and down as she says the last part before walking away with the others.

—

“So let me get this straight–” Harry started as he sat down, “Y/N bumped into you, the others showed up, and she said that?”

“Yes” Hermione looked between the two boys, not sure where they were headed with this.

“She was flirting with you, Mione,” Ron simply said before biting into a chocolate frog. “Isn’t this the same girl you’ve been making googly eyes at since seco- ow!” Hermione hit Ron with the Daily Prophet before he could finish his sentence

“Be mature Ronald. I have not been making googly eyes at her. And I can’t help it if I’m a naturally observant person” Hermione claimed defensively. Ron only rolled his eyes in response before Harry cut in.

“But you fancy her, don’t you?” Harry cursorily asked Hermione. She thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve ever even spoken to her,” Hermione responded, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well you certainly fancy her enough to stare at her hour after hour” Ron mumbled, earning him a kick from Hermione. But it didn’t wipe the smirk off the ginger’s face.

Eventually the three went to bed, Hermione thought about the interaction over again before falling asleep.

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Y/N was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about Merlins know what. Well, that was before Amelia woke her up. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Y/N only groaned in response as Amelia clapped her hands. “Come on, it’s Raine’s quidditch day. They’re up against Gryffindor.”

Y/N hesitantly lifted herself up, mumbling a few curses before finally standing up. She changed and put on the Ravenclaw scarf Lorraine had given her a few months prior.

Amelia and Y/N made it to the quidditch field and sat down in the Ravenclaw stands next to Leo and Link who waved them over. Leo was still laying into Link about the previous day. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that dumb” Link defended as Amelia and Y/N watched with amusement.

“How is attempting to do a handstand on your broom, one hundred feet in the air, while not being able to do a handstand in the first place, not dumb?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Well when you say it like that..” Link trailed off while Leo rolled his eyes in response.

“Bloody idiot” Leo mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

—

Gryffindor won the match and they were holding a party in their common room to celebrate. The victory also meant a loss for Ravenclaw which meant comforting Lorraine. If she was anything she was serious about quidditch. It made sense considering Oliver Wood acted as her mentor when she first started out. It seemed he passed over some of his competitiveness.

When it came to parties at Hogwarts, everybody went. No matter what they were for, who lost, who won, people still showed up. Amelia asked if she was going to go but Y/N declined, not wanting “Lorraine to drown herself.”

By the time everybody left, Y/N was softly knocking on the Lorraine’s dorm door. “Go away” she heard from the other side. Y/N sighed and spoke up. “Oh come on, it's me. I even brought over some sweets I found in Link’s snack stash” Y/N said, raising the bag up as if the Ravenclaw could see it.

She heard shuffling and footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened slightly. Lorraine looked through the slither opening, looked down at the bag then at Y/N before opening the door all the way.

“Come in” Lorraine sighed before going back to her bed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows,“What do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled eyes before answering. “I don’t want to be comforted right now, okay? I just want to forget about the stupid match. I’m sick of the pitiful looks I’ve been getting.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, sometimes Lorraine wanted to talk and sometimes she didn’t. The Slytherin placed the bag on Lorraine’s nightstand before grabbing a few things out of it. “I made sure to swipe some of your favorites. How about a night in? Just you and me” Y/N offered.

Lorraine patted the spot next to her and Y/N happily sat on the bed. Lorraine grabbed her laptop and opened it. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating sweets. Eventually falling asleep.

Y/N woke up, looking at her surroundings confused before remembering where she was. She looked down to see Lorraine with her head on her chest. Y/N carefully got up while gently moving Lorraine not wanting to wake her up. She then reached into her pocket for her phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as the phone’s brightness shined at her.

There were a few messages from Amelia and Link and a couple from Leo. But being too tired, Y/N just made a mental note to reply in the morning and instantly fell back asleep. What woke her up was the sun shining through the room's window. She winced a bit from the light as she covered her face.

“Look who decided to wake up” Lorraine said as she moved around the room. “None of my roommates are back yet but they will be soon encase you wanna make a run for it” she offered.

Y/N mumbled,“Good call, Rainey” before getting out of bed. The only roommate of hers that Y/N could tolerate was Luna. Eventually she left after saying goodbye and made her way back to the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately a certain professor was waiting at the door.

“Professor Snape.”

“Y/L/N.”

“Are you aware of the time?” he asked with an unamused expression. Y/N looked at her watch then back at the professor.

“It is seven thirty six” Y/N answers, Snape humming in response.

“And do you know when curfew is?” Snape crossed his arms as he waited for a response. Y/N huffed a bit before answering. It was far too early for an interrogation.

“Ten pm” she sighed.

He was getting too old for this shit.

“Good, so you were aware of what time you had to be in your common room. You were also aware of what rules you were breaking. Twenty points from Slytherin and detention for a week, starting today.”

Snape walked away after giving her one more glare. Y/N flipped him off with his backside facing her, before heading to her dorm room. She walked in and heard somebody throwing up. Y/N went to the bathroom where it was coming from to find Amelia hunched over and puking.

“Drank too much I presume?” she rhetorically asked, not expecting her puking friend to answer that.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” Amelia replied before throwing up some more. Y/N got a water bottle then placed it on her friend’s nightstand.

After a couple of minutes, Amelia walked out of the bathroom as she wiped her mouth with a towel. Y/N gave her the water bottle,“Thanks —she took a sip— oh and you know how you’ve been struggling with Arithmancy?” Y/N hummed in response. “Found you a tutor.”

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger.”

#hermione fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hermione fic #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x fem reader #hermione x reader #hermione x you #wanna be yours

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dilf-din · 9 months

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Yeehawgust Day 10: Neon Moon

TLOU (Pre-outbreak)

WC: 1200

Characters: Joel and Sarah

Rating: G

Warnings: none, just some father daughter fluff, girl dad Joel is lethal

A/N: if you know me you know I’m a sucker for Sarah Miller. Have a little Joel and Sarah, it’s good for the soul. This was not proofread so pretend there are no typos please and thank you xoxo

“You look beautiful,” Joel beamed behind her in the mirror. Sarah gave a shy smile and readjusted one of the pink butterfly clips adorning her hair. Her lips sparkled in a matching pink gloss.

“You think so?” she asked nervously, smoothing out the front of her lilac dress for the hundredth time.

“I swear,” Joel smiled.

The sound of a car horn in the driveway pulled their attention downstairs.

“That’s Bekah’s mom,” she announced, grabbing her clutch off of her the bathroom counter and shoving extra lipgloss inside.

“Don’t forget your sweater,” Joel said, holding it out for her to grab on way downstairs.

“Will you be okay without me?” she asked in mock concern, mirroring a facial expression he had given her a thousand times over.

“Yeah, smartass, I’ll be fine. I rented a movie I know you won’t like.”

She kissed him on the cheek and flew down the stairs.

“Hey, ten o’clock?”

“Ten. Love you!”

“Love you, kiddo,” he called, hearing the door pull shut behind her.

Eighth grade formal. He couldn’t believe how quickly they had gotten here. Memories of missing teeth and socks that fit in the palm of his hand passed quickly through his mind as he fished laundry off of both of their floors to toss in the washer before dinner.

It wasn’t often that he had the tv to himself. Though Sarah was a pretty agreeable movie partner, there were some things she just didn’t love, war movies, dumber comedies. Joel had seized the opportunity to pick up a copy of Joe Dirt from Blockbuster on his way back from soccer practice that afternoon. The table was covered with its usual assortment of snacks, some milk duds and pretzels and a large pizza. He made sure to get extra pepper flakes for Sarah when she inevitably took the last slice before bed.

Joel laughed absently through the movie, dozing off a time or two sprawled across the couch. When the credits had finished and circled back to the title screen, the blaring music jolted him awake. He checked his watch to find it nearing 9:30 and figured he should head out before he fell asleep again. The school was only a few minutes away. He figured he would park and wait for her.

The parking lot had a slow stream of cars pulling around to the gym to pick up their kids and haul them home. Joel pulled his truck into a spot near the back of the lot, keeping his eyes on the entrance. There were a few kids mulling around the back of the building smoking cigarettes, and one had a skateboard. He was watching them when his eye caught a figure hunched over in the shadow of the tall oak tree in the courtyard. He recognized the outline of her curls and rushed to turn the ignition off. The air was bitter cold this late in the evening, and he knew her sweater wasn’t very thick. He found Sarah, shivering and sniffling, curled up against the trunk of the tree.

“Baby, what happened?” Joel asked softly, kneeling in the wood chips next to her.

“Dad,” she sounded surprised, her voice thick, “What are you doing here so early?”

“I figured I would just wait for you in case you were ready to go early. What are you doin’ out here?” he peeled his black zip up hoodie off and draped it over her shoulders.

She took a shuddering breath and leaned back against the tree.

“Well, Anthony had told me earlier in the week that he really wanted to dance with me, so when I saw him, we went up and I asked him, ‘Hey, how ‘bout that dance?’ and he laughed in my face. He spent the whole night dancing with Sarah P. instead. I guess he just wanted to make me feel stupid?” her voice wavered as a new wave of tears spilled over, “Well it worked. I’ve been out here ever since. I told Bekah and Addie I was going to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to be a downer on their night,” she sniffed loudly.

“Have you been out here all night?” he asked softly.

She wiped the fresh tears away and nodded.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin your night too,” she choked out.

“The only person whose night got ruined is yours, baby. Want me to go in there and hang that kid by his toes?”

She laughed, a real one. “No, I just wanna go home.”

Joel offered her his hand and pulled her up. She brushed the stray wood chips from her legs and dress before taking his hand back in hers. It was so warm against her chilled skin.

“I’ve got the heat on in the truck,” he said, hurrying his pace to get her into the warmth and back home.

She was silent for most of the ride home, her legs folded up on the bench and tucked into his hoodie. Some old country station played softly in the background while her nimble fingers picked at the frayed ends of the strings hanging down. Joel didn’t push her into talking. He never had to. She always came to him when she was ready.

When Joel pulled into the driveway, he pulled it into park and let it idle for a while. Sarah made no move to indicate she was ready to get out, so he gave her a few more minutes, always content just to share his life with her.

“You know, it’s stupid,” she started, “I got all dressed up and I didn’t even get to dance, like at all,” she laughed. “We spent the first thirty minutes talking to people and hanging by the bleachers. No one was dancing, it was so lame.”

Joel paused thoughtfully, his head slightly turned to one side.

“Would you like to dance?”

She gave him a look to see if he was serious.

“Be a shame to let that go to waste. Look, Brooks and Dunn is on, your favorite,” he reached to turn the volume knob up and allow the beginning notes of Neon Moon to fill the cab.

Sarah laughed, “Yeah, okay. Let’s dance, dad.”

Joel turned the volume even higher before yanking his door open and jogging around the truck to open Sarah’s door for her. He offered her a firm hand down and she hopped onto the faded pavement with her bare feet.

“It’s cold,” she hissed.

“Well why’d you take your shoes off?” he laughed. “Here, take these,” he kicked his slippers off, leaving him in a pair of well worn socks.

They swayed for just a few minutes in the glow of the headlights, her head resting firmly against his chest. Joel pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and pulled the hoodie higher on her shoulders to make sure she didn’t catch the bite of the wind.

Towards the end of the song, the words absentmindedly slipped out of him in a low voice.

There's always room here for the lonely

To watch your broken dreams

Dance in and out of the beams

Of a neon moon

#Yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #neon moon #the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us fic #joel miller #sarah miller #joel and sarah

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prickly-bulbasaur · 7 months

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Atem's Last Adventure

Yugi was nervous, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart knowing that his spiritual friend Atem, who had been with him for several years, would have to leave now that Zorc Monster was defeated and return to the Shadow Realm.

Yugi, for the hundredth time, stop overthinking. It is hard enough for me to say goodbye soon when you flood me with your thoughts and emotions.

“S-Sorry. You and I have been together for years ever since I solved the Millennium Puzzle and I see you as a big brother of sorts. Hard to say goodbye to someone who is like family.”

A big brother? Atem chuckled as he gave it some thought. I guess that fits considering all the trouble you and our friends seem to get into.

“Hey! A good portion of it was because of your reincarnated enemies!” Yugi yelled back, huffing as he put on the choker. “Luckily, now that you have your memories you remembered a spell that lets others see you for 24 hours.” Yugi chuckled lowly, causing Atem to sweat nervously as his host blocked his ‘thoughts’. “You know Teia will be using that to her fullest.”

Atem chuckled nervously, aware that she was a plan demon and would create an entire itinerary in one day.

—

“You two are late!” Teia yelled, glaring at Yugi and Atem while Joey and Tristan snickered behind her, pointing at the duo. Yugi apologized profusely while Atem just gave an eye twitch of annoyance. “What took you so long?!”

“We happened to run into Kaiba and Mokuba on the way here,” Yugi said, removing his shoes before sitting on the picnic blanket. “He was saying goodbye to Atem in his own…unique way.”

Joey snorted and laughed. “If you mean giving a long-winded speech about losing one of his rivals and having a slight ego trip, then yeah, then that sounds like Kaiba all right! Always complicates things.”

“True but in a way it is refreshing. The Seto I knew had the same persona, and he was a dear friend to me. He may be crass, but Seto has a pure heart.” Atem replied and sat next to Yugi before being handed the sandwiches and drink. “So after this what do we have planned?”

Teia smiled. “Well, after this we will go to the amusement park, then shopping though I know it will be pointless since you won’t be able to take the items home, but there are a few outfits on sale I need to get, then the movies will be after this followed by dinner…” She continued to list everything in her planner, again causing Yugi and Atem to sweat nervously, and Joey and Tristan fell asleep within a minute of her monologue. “Then we can take an hour to two break before the night festivities in Kyoto before watching the sunrise at the Shrine!”

“Teia, we are supposed to give Atem a fun time not run him ragged,” Joey replied after waking up. “Besides, there are things we want to do with him, it wouldn’t be fair if we just use your list. I mean, I want to show him one of the best eating joints where I haven’t even shown Yugi yet.”

“Joey’s right, we should be mindful of others' choices, including Atem’s. After all, he will have to leave in a few days.”

The mood suddenly changed to something somber, their hearts aching at the thought of their friend leaving. They may not have known Atem as long as Yugi, but they have had so many adventures together that he was one of them.

Joey suddenly chuckled, remembering the day they officially met Yugi’s Alter Ego. “Remember the first time we met?”

Tristen snapped his fingers at the memory. “That’s right! We’d been trapped in our favorite cards by Yami Bakura and that was when we got introduced to Atem, or at that time Yugi’s Alter Ego.” Everyone chuckled at the remembrance.

“Yeah, a complete surprise to us all. Talk about a difference in personalities, and height! Itte!” Joey hissed in pain as Yugi slapped him in the back of his head, huffing at the height jab. He glared at Yugi before grabbing him in a light choke hold, bringing him close, and noogied his head. “You are the runt of the group, Yugi, even Yami/Atem here is a few inches taller!”

Everyone laughed as Yugi struggled to get free from Joey’s grasp before finally being released, huffing and glaring at the offender before laughing himself. “Yeah, it was definitely a weird experience, and feeling the magic of the cards was interesting. Atem protected us as much as possible too when our lives were put in a dangerous situation.”

“Don’t remind me,” Joey shuddered as he remembered almost disappearing from life and the Shadow Realm. “I was seconds away from that Reaper taking my soul. Monster Reborn was the Ace I didn’t know I needed.”

“Too bad it didn’t help improve your intelligence.” Tristen snickered, before leaning back as Joey went bighead.

“HEY!!”

Everyone laughed again at the interaction, and Atem was smiling at the familial rivalry the duo had, again reminding him of the rivalry between him and his cousin Seto a millennia ago. They battled constantly to improve their abilities to summon monsters, rivals even to this era.

“You know,” Atem sighed, getting the attention of his friends. “This has been an amazing adventure. From meeting Yugi and helping with not-so-normal duels, getting to know everyone and rediscovering my name, to saving the world from a millennia-sealed monster, I can’t think of anything more fun than dealing with challenges alongside my friends.”

“Hell yeah!” Joey agreed. “It beats a normal life any day!”

“Well, it beats my old life that's for sure.” Yugi looked down as he remembered the bullying in middle school. “I never had any friends until I solved the puzzle. You gave me the courage to stand up for what I believe in. I am blessed to have the friends that I have now and will have in the future.”

Atem’s lips slightly wobbled as an emotion tried to escape him before putting a hand on Yugi’s shoulder. “Well, now you have friends to continue your adventure. Mine will be in another Realm, but no matter what I will always have you all in my heart.”

Everyone hugged Atem, nearly crushing his ribcage from their monster strength. “I-I don’t think I want to enter the Realm this way, guys…”

Again everyone laughed before Teia looked at her watch and squeaked, yelling at them to finish and pack up before the movie started. She may not have been using all of her itinerary, but she was not going to let him miss the movie, no matter what.

#flufftober2023 #flufftober #yugioh #day 2 #friendsfamilylovedones

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inherstars · 2 months

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Interlude (OC) | Part 2

I have to go back and fiddle with the first part a bit, and I'm having a hell of a time with the transitions, but I'll worry about that once I'm actually done writing the damn thing. Part One

When he next returned, Olivia greeted him at the counter with that same kid-in-a-candy-store delight.

“Olivia,” he said.

“Now that we’re conveniently on a first-name basis, you can call me Livvy.”

“You can call me Jan. Did you have a chance to listen to our music?”

“I did.”

“And?”

Her teeth clicked together with delicate how-do-I-put-this deliberation. “It was verrryyyy--”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “We are very.”

“You were being modest, by the way. You do a lot more lead vocals than you let on.”

“Mm, I guess my sustained screaming game is pretty strong.” He cleared his throat, giving it a tender rub with one hand. “Speaking of which, we had a gig last night. I think I’ll take a tea with honey, over my usual.”

Respectful of his creative process, and her own pressing responsibilities, Livvy left him to his private two-seater in the shop corner. He was not without need for refills, however, and she was not without excuses to swing by, occasionally passing close enough to throw a long, craning look at the notes as they flowed in graphite from one bar to the next. Between notations he smirked and turned the book at a better viewing angle.

When she came to serve him his third cup, he caught her humming his song.

“When is it appropriate for me to have a turn at asking probing personal questions,” he wondered. She set a napkin down alongside his cup, secretly concealing a pumpkin biscotti, and checked her watch.

“Eleven forty-seven.”

Jan stared at at her, and she stared back until he gestured to the table’s other seat. She took it primly.

“How do you know music,” he asked.

“Musical theater major.”

“Ohh.”

“Yes, ‘ohh, that’s why she’s working here’. A younger and more optimistic version of myself decided to go against her parents’ advice and throw herself headlong into a major sure to bring her success and creative fulfillment. Anyway, needless to say, my post-graduate experience wasn’t what I thought it would be.”

“Harder?”

“Different.” Livvy laced her fingers together, watching her thumbs circle around each other. “I had to learn to dance, for one thing, and I was absolutely awful at it. Can’t dance to save my life. That meant I struggled when it came to auditions where I was up against other, more well-rounded performers. Also, it’s a lot harder to get parts when you’re alto voce. Sometimes I can wing it as a mezzo soprano, but it’s a struggle.” She looked up at him again. “What I wanted, at the end of the day, was just to write and sing pretty songs. But college tuition came due, and pretty songs and disappointed parents don’t pay the bills.”

“And pouring coffee does,” he observed.

“Well… that and DoorDash, dog walking, pet sitting, kids’ parties, dictation transcription, guitar lessons and selling plasma.”

He sat back.

“You do all that?”

Livvy rolled up one sleeve to show off the daisy-patterned band-aid still stuck to the inside of her arm.

“Two more pints and I get a t-shirt.”

Almost incredulously he reached out, pinning her sleeve up, then gently helped her roll it back down into place. Her smile was a hair dimmer than before, but she still glowed with persistent positivity.

“So,” he said, only half-serious, “Am I your redemption story? If I follow my dream, will that make up for you giving up on yours?”

She flinched as if pricked. “Ouch!”

“Pouring coffee pays the bills,” he reminded her. “So does playing Canticle of the Putrescent for the four hundredth time.”

“Oh my God,” She sat forward. “Is that one of your song titles?”

“92,000 plays on Spotify.”

“I have to ask: what did you get to rhyme with ‘Putrescent’?”

“Transcendent”

Livvy relaxed back again, mentally returning to his earlier question, evidently without any real offense. “Well. To answer your question… I don’t know. Until just now I really felt like I was encouraging you to do something good. But… maybe I’m just being selfish.”

Jan was gentle. “I don’t think that’s a word I’d use to describe you.”

Her eyes flicked to him, wide open. “What word would you use?”

“Uh. Definitely not putrescent.”

“Flatterer.”

“Excuse me?” A customer at the front counter hammered impatiently on the service bell, and in a sudden fluster Livvy scrambled back to her feet.

“Oop. That’s me. Keep writing.”

“Oh, uh--wait--” Jan reached out impulsively, snagging her hand, and she stopped and looked back at him in surprise.

The customer continued to telegraph-tap the bell. “Hello?”

“A minute.” She flapped her free back at him, dismissive. And, to Jan, “Go ahead.”

“I have this… this thing,” he explained, uncertain where to either begin or end.

“I like things,” she agreed at once.

“It’s--”

“You do still serve coffee here, I hope?”

Livvy’s lips pursed, the nearest Jan had seen her come to legitimate annoyance, and reluctantly took back her hand.

“I’m so sorry. Can we put a pin in this? The lunch rush is about to hit, my replacement is running late and--”

“It’s fine,” he agreed, as frustrated by the interruption as he was relieved by the reprieve. “I should get back to work.”

“You should!” She pointed at him even as she backed away. “You’ve really got something there!”

#writing #my writing #original fiction

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suchawannabe56 · 8 months

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Better Latte Than Never

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER SIX

The following couple of days were unnerving for Alec. Magnus would come in at the usual time but, whereas before they would share soft smiles and lingering looks, now they were talking. Magnus would ask Alec about his day and talk about his own. The first time it happened Alec was speechless as his mind was still focused on the events of the previous day. The whole phone number conversation that Lydia insisted he only caught a small part of was also plaguing his mind. Either way, Alec was not expecting to learn more about the man’s life in two days than he had in the entire six months this thing had been happening.

Alec collapsed on his couch, depositing the bag of Chinese food onto the coffee table, his mind replaying his conversation with Magnus from that day. They’d talked a bit and Magnus had stuck around for a good half-hour, just leaning on the counter talking with Alec. He’d learnt about the man’s job and the reason he always got coffee when everyone else was leaving was because he tended to work late nights. Alec had opened up about Isabelle, Jace and Max. Alec had learned that Magnus had a cat that he’d called Chairman Meow and Alec had found that absolutely adorable. Alec smiled over his box of takeout, the image of Magnus’s face, bright and passionate as he spoke about his work and his cat, making Alec’s heart race. He leaned back against the couch, eyes closed as he sighed. He was falling even more for the man and the thought scared him.

Alec was a little distracted at work the following day, his mind constantly going to Magnus. He couldn’t help but wonder what the man would look like while playing with his cat. The thought alone was enough to bring a smile to his face.

“Daydreaming again?” Lydia asked, leaning back against the counter as she watched Alec run the cloth over the same spot for the last five minutes as he stared into the distance.

Alec blinked, seemingly coming back down to planet Earth and smiled sheepishly at her. “No,” he stated firmly, moving to get more cleaning spray.

Lydia hummed, “Let me guess. A tall, handsome man who usually has spike-up hair and makeup and some very interesting suits has taken up residence in your mind?”

Alec stared at her, his cheeks flushing. He wanted to deny it but she knew him well enough to be able to see right through him.

Lydia shook her head and patted his arm softly. “It’s okay,” she said, sounding a little like she was talking to an animal that might spook at any second. “We all daydream and fantasise about people we like.”

Alec nodded, not really knowing what to say. He was saved from saying anything by his sister coming in.

“Hey,” Isabelle said, her eyes darting between Alec and Lydia. “Can I get my usual pick-me-up?”

Alec nodded and got to work preparing her drink. His eyes slid towards the door at every sound from the street. Isabelle’s appearance usually meant that Magnus wouldn’t be that far behind. He was brought back to what was happening when he heard his sister’s voice as she spoke to Lydia.

“He’s never that enthusiastic to see me,” she teased, watching her brother turn to look at the door for about the hundredth time.

Lydia chuckled. “He’s not that invested in seeing anyone.”

“I can hear you,” Alec grumbled as he finished his sister’s drink.

Isabelle was about to say something, probably something embarrassing when the door opened and Magnus walked in. The moment Alec laid eyes on the man, a smile spread across his face. He saw Isabelle’s eyes widen slightly at the sight and he glared at her, daring her to say anything. She must have got the message because, for once, she didn’t tease. She smiled softly at Magnus as he kissed her cheek.

“It’s good to see you, Magnus, but I’m afraid I have to run. A lot of assignments are due.”

With that Isabelle left, waving goodbye to Lydia and throwing a wink in Alec’s direction. Alec rolled his eyes before turning back to Magnus, his smile still in place.

“Hey,” he said as he started on the drink. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Quite stressful but not too bad. How about yours, Alexander?”

Alec hummed, “It’s been quiet, which is nice.”

Magnus nodded. Alec had already gone on a rant to the man about how much he hated rushes. It had been the most he’d spoken to Magnus because the man had come in just after a rush and Alec was still coming down from the overwhelming stress from said rush. He’d fully poured his feelings on the subject out to Magnus and only realised it after. He’d apologised and ran away to hide in the back absolutely mortified. Magnus, however, had been over the moon at Alec’s venting and had waited until the barista returned to make him promise that he would never apologise for venting to him again as he was happy to listen. Alec had thanked him and given him his drink for free.

“Oh,” Magnus started, pulling something out of his pocket, “I wanted to leave this here, in case anyone is interested.”

Alec took the flyer Magnus handed him. It was for a dance show and the date, time and location were written at the bottom. Alec looked up from the flyer at Magnus who was watching him closely.

“I’m part of a dance group and we’re doing a show next weekend. We’ve only just got the flyer back so I wanted to drop one off in case someone fancied dropping by.”

Alec nodded, looking back at the flyer, his eyes zeroing in on the website where you could buy tickets. “I’ll try and stop by.”

Magnus’s face lit up and Alec heard Lydia chuckle from behind him. “Really?” Magnus asked, sounding surprised.

Alec nodded. “Sure. I’ve always been curious so I’ll see if I can make it. No promises, though.”

Alec normally didn’t work those days but that didn’t mean his annoying siblings wouldn’t have some kind of emergency that he was needed for. That was generally how his weekends went.

Magnus beamed at him and headed out. Alec watched him leave like he always did. It was only after the man had disappeared from his line of sight that he realised what he’d said. He turned to Lydia, his eyes wide and his ears pink.

“What did I do?” he asked, his voice containing the panic he was feeling.

“You said you’d go and see Magnus dance.”

“Yeah,” Alec whispered. He was afraid she was going to say that.

Lydia shook her head and placed a hand on Alec’s shoulder. She could see the panic rising up inside her friend. “Relax,” she stated. “It’ll be fine. He’s not expecting you to turn up so you can still not go.”

“I want to,” Alec said quietly, his gaze locking with hers for a second.

Lydia smiled, patting his shoulder. “If you’d like, I’ll happily go with you.”

Alec’s head snapped up to look at his friend. “You will?” he asked hopefully. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go alone, he just didn’t want it to seem weird or creepy.

Lydia chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to Alec’s cheek. “Yes, I will. And I’ll bring John along with me.”

Alec groaned. He liked John and he was perfect for Lydia but being around the pair was nauseating. They were generally all over each other, and just disgustingly cute and in love. It made Alec want what they had and he never knew what to do with those feelings. So he tended to avoid being with the pair for any length of time.

“So, I’ll be the third wheel…” Alec mumbled as he gathered things to take into the back and checked what he needed to bring through.

“You know you can change that by asking Magnus out, right?” Lydia stated as he walked away, smiling at the grumbled “I hate you,” Alec threw back at her.

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Regarding an Invisible Person- Jonathan Sims x OC

Jonathan Sims x Mavis Whitlock

Description: Mavis records a statement about an event that happened the previous night.

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Mavis was late. Usually the others wouldn’t be too bothered about it, but she usually sent a text or called someone at the institute to let them know. It was nearing 9:00 a.m. (nearly two hours later than when she’s supposed to come in) and everyone was either starting to get worried or they were already worried.

No one was worried more than Jon though, and it was beginning to show. That’s what clued the others into the severity of the situation, he never showed a lot of emotion at work. After checking his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that hour to see if she’d answered him yet, he was fully prepared to just leave and check on her. Just as he prepared to get up, the door to his office all but burst open. He flinched then looked up only to see Martin in the doorway looking very worried.

“Martin, what in god’s name-” he stopped mid sentence when the man stepped to the side, revealing Mavis. She looked, for lack of a better term, awful. There were defined bags under her eyes and she looked very pale. Her outfit was haphazardly put together, it didn’t seem like she put a lot of effort in (which was unusual for her). It looked like she hadn’t slept last night.

“Oh my god Mavis,” Jon exclaimed softly, standing up and rushing over to her. His right hand lifted to cup her cheek while the left moved some hair away from her face, revealing a small cut on her temple.

“What happened to you?” He asked worriedly. Mavis took a shaky breath as she willed herself to answer him. And she did after a minute of just standing there.

“I-I um…” she trailed off, licking her lips. “Jon, I think I need to record a statement.” Her voice sounded hoarse, either like she hadn’t talked in a while or she had just finished screaming her lungs out. It only made Jon more worried.

“Are you sure?” He questioned softly. She nodded slowly, then allowed him to lead her over to his desk. SHe could faintly hear Martin leave and close the door behind him.

“If you get overwhelmed, just tell me and we can stop,” he explained as he took a seat on the other side of his desk. “Are you ready?” Mavis nodded once again and watched as he pressed play on his tape recorder.

“Statement of Mavis Whitlock, regarding…” he trailed off, looking at Mavis to finish.

“Oh, uh…” she leaned a bit closer to the tape recorder so her voice could be clearer. “It’s regarding an invisible person.” Jon stared at her for a moment and she worried that he would think she was crazy. She knew more than anyone about his limited belief of the statements and statement givers that filtered through the archives. Luckily he didn’t say anything before leaning back in his seat.

“Right. Statement recorded directly from subject, April 12, 2017. Recorded by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Whenever you’re ready, Mavis.” It took the girl a moment to gather her thoughts, then a weak laugh left her lips.

“It feels weird being on this side of the statement, you know?” She muttered, crossing her arms awkwardly. “I’m not really used to it. I always separate myself from the case just to be safe, so I could never take an emotional toll from it. I never thought I’d be the one having to give a statement. But here we are I guess,” she laughed quietly, shaking her head. She noticed Jon offering her an encouraging (albeit miniscule) smile.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. I’ll get started. Um, so I usually take walks at night. It always gave me a chance to clear my mind and just be alone for a while. And I know what you’re thinking - don’t give me that look Jon - but my neighborhood has been recorded as being one of the safest in that area of London. Besides, even if something happens, I always have pepper spray and a pocket knife that my dad gave me on my person at all times. It worked out well, and nothing had happened to me. Until last night, that is.

It was an empty night, not many people were out. In fact the streets were empty aside from the occasional car passing by. To be fair I started my walk a bit later than I usually would. It was completely dark out, and the only light sources were the street lamps and people’s porch lights.

Everything seemed completely normal until I suddenly heard the rustling of leaves behind me while I was on my way home. Of course I didn’t think anything of it at first, I’m not the only one allowed on the street at night. Then I heard someone call out a hey, and I turned around. There was no one there. I tried to pass it off as my imagination and the fact that I’d been talking to people all day, though I did find myself clutching onto the pepper spray in my jacket pocket.

Anyways, I continued walking and tried to take my mind off it. But then I heard the leaves rustling again. It sounded like someone was following me but upon looking back I realized that I was still alone. I stopped, and the footsteps behind me stopped. I continued walking and the footsteps behind me did as well. Obviously that was when I was actually getting scared, but there still wasn’t anyone. I started walking faster, and then I heard the same voice call out again.

‘Don’t leave! I don’t want you to go!’ They said. My house was just a few kilometers away so I saw no harm in making a break for it. I didn’t think twice before breaking out in a sprint. My blood was pumping like never before. All I could think about was getting home. The voice was still yelling, much louder now, but I couldn’t figure out what it was saying. It just sounded like jumbled nonsense. The footsteps were still following me, and they were getting closer.

Luckily whatever it was, it couldn’t catch me before I got to my house. I triple checked that all the doors and windows were locked, but I still didn’t feel safe. That thing saw where I lived, and I have no idea what it’s capable of.

I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I just sat up in the corner of my room making sure that nothing came in. My knife didn’t leave my hand until I eventually passed out. That happened around 6:00 a.m., which is why I was late today. I uh, I don’t know what it is that chased me, but I do know that neither pepper spray nor my pocket knife would have affected it, and that I never want to see it again. Or, unsee it? Whatever the right word is, I don’t want it to happen again. I don’t think I’ll be taking walks at night anymore,” she finally concluded, a slightly far off look in her eyes. She re-focused on the room when she heard Jon say something.

“Statement ends,” he said in his ‘Archivist’ tone before looking at her once again. “I’ll get Tim and Clara to do some research on ‘invisible people’ and see what comes of it.” Mavis nodded silently.

“Alright, end recording.” After turning off the tape recorder, Jon watched her for a moment before leaning closer to her. “Are you okay?” His tone was much softer now, but that didn’t really surprise her. Jon had a knack for being much nicer to her compared to everyone else (probably because they were dating). That’s what made her tell the truth.

“No,” she answered honestly, trying not to cry. “I am so tired, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight knowing that thing is still out there.” She sniffled, and her boyfriend stood up. He walked over and crouched beside her, resting his hand over hers.

“How about you come back to my place and take a nap. That was you can get some sleep knowing that I’ll be on watch,” he suggested. Now that surprised her. Jon actually wanted to leave work early? She leaned forward a bit to get a better look at him, almost breaking when he leaned back with raised eyebrows.

“Who are you?” She asked, attempting to sound serious. The smile that was trying to break free was a clear indicator that she was just joking though. Jon chuckled softly and shook his head as he stood up once more.

“Just someone who cares deeply for their girlfriend and her well-being,” he answered simply, holding out a hand for her. She took it and stood up.

“I’m sure the institute won’t collapse without the head archivist gone for a day or two,” he added as he led her out of his office and towards the front door.

“Tell that to Elias.” She wasn’t joking that time, but they still laughed like it was. Elias’ favoritism had become a running joke amongst the archival assistants as well as Mavis and Arwen, and Jon had only just recently been privy to this.

“Now that could make the institute collapse,” he retorted, making her laugh harder. They passed by Tim’s office where he, Clara, Sasha, Martin and Arwen were talking. They looked at the doorway as the couple passed and, unseen by Mavis, shared a relieved look with Jon upon hearing the girl's laughter. Jon hadn’t been the only one worried about her that morning, you know.

They told Daphne the basics of what happened (not really going into detail of what Mavis said during her statement) and asked her to pass the message onto Elias before heading out. Jon called a cab and they arrived at his home in less than ten minutes. Usually they didn’t mind walking since it wasn’t far, but Jon didn’t know how good of an idea that would be given Mavis’ exhaustion. Upon arriving Jon gave her some more comfortable clothes to change into then climbed into bed, making himself comfortable on top of the covers while he waited.

“Thank you for this Jon,” Mavis muttered softly as she walked out of the bathroom and over to bed. “I know how important work is to you.” Jon shook his head as he pulled back the covers beside him, allowing her to crawl in.

“You’re more important,” he responded simply as he tucked her in. The girl couldn’t hide her blush nor her smile as she cuddled into his side. That reassurance had been both needed and appreciated to her.

“Get some sleep,” he muttered, rubbing her back gently. Mavis didn’t have to be told twice, and within minutes she had fallen into a peaceful slumber.

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herprincenamjoon · 2 years

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Chapter 13

Her Prince ✏️Prince Namjoon x OC ✏️ Romance ⚠️ Warning fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

<<Previous Chapter

"I couldn't leave without telling you goodbye. We are leaving the Hwen not because we want to but because we need to. There's so much that I want to tell you, but I can't. One day I hope that our paths cross again. But until then, I will cherish the memories of our talks, walks, laughs, and even the times neither of us said anything but just enjoyed each other's company. I want to write more, but they are waiting on me. Please don't lose that beautiful smile and laugh of yours."

Yeona went over the note in her head for the hundredth time. When she woke up this morning, Namjoon was gone, and a letter was lying next to her. They were gone. Her heart ached at the thought of never seeing them again, especially Namjoon. She wondered if their leaving had anything to do with the men from last week or if something had happened at home.

"Yeona! Yeona!" The sound of Kaira's voice brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see her friend making her way towards Nightingales, where Yeona currently sat.

"Are you okay?" Her best friend asked as she sat down, "You haven't eaten anything, and you look sad." Yeona looked down at her now cold food that she had been just pushing around with her chopsticks.

"I didn't sleep very well last night," she lied "What made you wake up so early and come looking for me?"

"I received a letter from Deu-Sung this morning," Kaira said excitedly.

"Oh, and what did your soon-to-be husband say?" Yeona placed her chopsticks on the table and gave her friend her full attention.

"He's moved up the wedding date." Yeona couldn't help the shocked look that came across her face.

"He moved up the wedding date?" Yeona repeated, making sure she had heard her correctly.

"Yes! I'm getting married this weekend!" Kaira squealed out in excitement.

Before thinking of anything to say, Kaira placed some coins on the table and grabbed her hand. "Come on. We need to go tell Uncle," She said, pulling Yeona away from the table and through the streets.

Yeona couldn't help but laugh at the look of horror on her Uncle's face when he saw a very excited Kaira coming his way and calling for him. Yeona sat on the counter as she listened and watched a very animated Kaira tell her Uncle about the new wedding date. Her mother and Deu-Sung's mother had decided that it would be better if they got married sooner. That way, they could start a family before he became Magistrate.

"I want both of you to be there. But you'll have to close down the shop for a few days."

Yeona hopped off the counter.

"A few days?" She asked, walking towards them, "I can't afford to be shut down for a few days," Yeona said.

"Please, Yeo," Kaira clasped her hands together, "You both are my family, and I really want you there." She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

"I can ask my brother to look after the shop." Both women's heads quickly turned towards Yeona's Uncle.

"What?" They both asked in unison.

"I said I'll ask my brother. He owes me anyway." Yeona covered her ears as Kaira let out a squeal and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Kaira repeated over and over as she hugged him, "I'm going to go let my mother know," She said before running out the shop door.

"Are you sure?" Yeona asked, laughing at her Uncle, who was rubbing his ears.

"Yes. I'm not letting you travel alone, and you'll never forgive yourself if you don't go." The two of them stared at each other, waiting for the other to change their mind.

"Ok," Yeona said, heading towards her office, "Guess we are taking a trip to Jinzou in a couple of days."

"Good cause I think we could both use the distraction," KangDae said softly. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was upset and trying to hide it. He knew it was from Namjoon leaving. After the seven men had left last night, he went to check on her and saw the letter that he had left. He couldn't force himself to pick it up and burn it like he knew he should have. The Prince wasn't supposed to leave any trace when he left or say anything. But he wanted her to have some bit of closure, unlike his sister had when her Prince disappeared. So he left it lying on the floor next to her and headed home.

Yeona and her Uncle spent the remainder of the week getting things ready with the shop so that his brother wouldn't have to do much. Was he capable of running the whole shop by himself? Yes. But they didn't want to take any chances. All he had to do was take care of the front. The other blacksmiths would be able to do their jobs without KangDae.

Yeona rolled her eyes for the hundredth time as she loaded her things onto her horse. Today was the day they started their trip to Jinzou. They had borrowed a couple of horses from the training grounds, and her Uncle kept asking if she was okay to ride it. She and his brother kept telling him that her Father trained her.

"Are you guys going to rest in Iksan?" Her trainer asked as he petted her horse's head.

"No, we'll ride the horses as long as we can before we rest," her Uncle replied. Iksan was four hours away on horseback, and they should stop to at least stretch there. But that's also where Namjoon and his men were. He didn't want to take the chance of them seeing each other. So he had decided to stop at the next village to rest the horses before they continued. Yeona thought that the men had headed home earlier in the week, and he wanted her to keep thinking that.

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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Born this Way

A/N: This is something i wanted to write for a long time. please understand that this is taken some what from my experience.

The media were jackals. You knew this when you signed the record deal. You knew what you were signing up for. You knew what you were getting yourself into, but that doesn't mean it didn’t hurt. You sighed as you declined the hundredth call from your brother. It wasn’t that you were mad at him, no, far from it. But, you just wanted to stay in your penthouse away from everything and everyone. You stared at the headline on the TV in despair.

FAMOUS SINGER Y/N L/N GAY!

You didn’t know why it was a big deal. You never dated anyone. You knew it was too risky sure people accepted Lil Nas X but you had spent the entirety of your career fighting to be taken seriously. You EARNED every award, accolade and your reputation. But, your younger brother had been so jealous and add to that a night of drinking…well you get the picture. You didn’t hate him. You saw where he was coming from. It wasn’t easy for him growing up. He was the youngest of three boys and when you have a star quarterback for an oldest brother and a eleven time Grammy winner for a middle brother you tend to get drowned out. So, no, you weren’t mad at your little brother. But, you were mad at the media and the reporter who took advantage of him. All your friends from Lady Gaga to Beyonce came out and supported you. Not to mention your fans.

You were grateful but the media didn’t care. They ripped you to shreds and it hurt. You had spent the time from sixteen on performing and doing what you loved and now the media who loved you are now destroying you because of who you love. It hurt to watch. you were very tempted to throw the remote at the TV but you held your anger in check. You let out a groan at the sound of your phone. You were about to decline the call as you assumed it was your older brother again. You stopped short at seeing the name ‘Taylor’ instead.

You and Taylor met during the 1989 era. You were brand new and Taylor was something of a mentor to you. When the whole Kanyae thing in 2016 went down you were one of the only ones to publicly stand by her. She was a big sister to you. But, you found yourself surprised at the call. You knew she was busy and in fact so much so that the last time you spoke was her birthday party. So the fact she was calling kind of scared you. But, you knew that if you declined the call she would show up so you hit the answer button.

“Hello?” You said with your voice noticeably sadder than usual. “Oh Y/N. I’m so sorry. I just heard the news just broke in London.” Taylor’s soft voice came through the other end. “Well, I guess that’s a good thing that the British media only now just found out I’m a Fagott.” You said with a self hating chuckle.

“Y/N!! Don’t call yourself that! You are allowed to be yourself and keep things for yourself.” She said and I winced at her tone of voice. Taylor hates when you self hate. “I know Tay but…” you trail off as you saw aerial footage of your penthouse on the TV. “But what?” Taylor asked, needing to know what you were going to say but she received no response. “Y/N? Are you there?” You heard her but you couldn’t find your voice. “Tay?” you answered after no one knows how long. At her acknowledgement you continued. “I need you.” You said in a broken voice. “...Can you get to the Rhode Island house in two days?” Taylor asked as she was already making the necessary arrangements. You told her that you would see her in two day and hung up. You immediately started packing. You didn’t know how long you would be at Taylor’s house but if you didn’t pack enough it wasn’t like you didn’t have a lot of money.

And so, two days later you find yourself driving a rental car up to Taylor’s house. You had booked a five A.M. flight to avoid the press. As you pulled up the driveway you thanked God Taylor told her security that you were coming as you didn’t want to talk to anyone but Taylor. Finally you came to a stop and you got out and retrieved your suitcase. As you walked to the front door you saw Taylor sitting on the porch.

“Hey buddy.” Taylor says as she hugs you tightly. “Hey Tay.” You replied finally letting all the tears you had been holding out. She held you and helped you heal. You stayed with her for two months and for those two months you stayed away from social media. Until you made your comeback with a cover of Born This Way. You weren't going to let them shame you anymore. You learnt that from Taylor.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)

pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself

content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic

inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez

note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI

@unabashednightmarepizza and @noritoshiikamo asdgjkl here we goooo i guess

masterlist !

the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.

he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.

right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.

you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.

still, you can’t help but to miss him.

ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.

you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.

sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.

you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.

your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.

a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.

at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.

it even smells like him.

your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.

nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.

but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.

you missed him so much you might go crazy.

grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.

that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.

he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.

you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.

sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.

nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.

he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.

for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.

you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.

unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.

it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.

your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.

“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.

you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.

if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.

he would break you.

if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you freeze.

tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.

his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”

“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”

“i’m so sorry-”

nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.

“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”

“y-yes.”

“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”

your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.

nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”

“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”

“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”

“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”

“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”

realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”

“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”

hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.

nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.

you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.

it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.

an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.

fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.

he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.

well, you could, but why would you want to?

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Whisper Of An Angel

♰ Part one ♰

Pairing: Darkiplier x Female Reader

Summary: Every single night for as long as you can remember, you’ve slept undisturbed. You’ve dreamt dreams that were anything but out of the ordinary, until one night, a strange shadowed figure starts to visit you in your dreams. You doubt that he’s real, but as time progressed, it becomes hard to deny that this obsessive man is anything but a figure in your dreams.

Warning: Eventual - Obsession, invasion of privacy, stalking, choking, blood, death, violence, gaslighting, nsfw, horror.

Note: Hey everyone! This is the beginning of a series i’m planning on writing. It’s also a test to see if anyone will read it, so if you like it, make sure to let me know so that I can continue to write! I think this could be a very interesting series and I have a lot of ideas for it.

I can’t help but feel like someone’s watching me.

Someone’s watching me.

I know that there’s someone watching me. I’ve had this twisted feeling inside of my stomach for the past few weeks, like there’s an invisible eye following my every move. It’s gaze never leaving my body, assessing my actions, even when i’m completely out of the public eye. It’s judging me, it’s haunting me.

I feel like I have to make sure that every single thing I do is acceptable, even if no ones around. I can’t run around in circles like a chicken singing Bohemian Rhapsody or else i’ll be judged by this mysterious gaze. Not that I usually do that, but you get what I mean. It’s as if all the privacy in my life has completely drained and I have nothing left. I’m always being watched.

“Y/n, hello? You okay?” Marcy spoke, snapping her fingers in front of my barren face. I had not even realized I had dazed off and was staring at her face, not saying a word.

“What-huh, oh yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking.” I apologized.

She shook her head with an amused smirk, placing her straw between her fingers before stirring around her already slightly melted milkshake. She raised a sympathetic brow and tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes looking into mine as if trying to decipher what exactly was going on in my brain. “You seem to do that a lot a recently. You doing okay?” She placed her head on the backs of her hands, leaning on them over her milkshake. “Come on, talk to momma. What’s going on? Tell me what’s going on in that wonderful brain of yours.”

I chuckled and shook my head, moving my gaze away from her to take my turn to stare into my milkshake, pressing my lips together before pulling them to the side in thought. I shrugged, dragging my fingertips against the wet condensate on the outside of the glass. “I don’t know, I’m just tired of going on stupid dates, you know? It seems like there’s no one out there that’s actually suited for me. Everyone else is either too weird, too annoying, too loud, too everything..”

Marcy raised a brow with a sigh. “What happened last night? Did this guy have crusties on the sides of his mouth like the last guy? God, those are so gross.” She shivered.

I shook my head, still not looking at her. “No, no it wasn’t like that. He was nice, I guess..”

She urged her head forward, “But?..”

I pulled a face and looked up at her through my lashes, as if contemplating telling her about my hundredth terrible date experience. It felt like a burden to always have to rant about the terrible guys I always end up meeting. I let out a small sigh, “He said.. that I look like mother, and that’s why he swiped right.”

Marcy’s mouth fell open, “No way, are you serious? That’s so weird! Please tell you blocked his ass as soon as that date was over.”

I shrugged again, shame filling my cheeks.

She deadpanned. “What.”

I shrugged, once again. “I don’t know, I just thought that maybe.. it could work? I mean come on, i’ve talked to like a billion guys and that’s probably one of the least weird things i’ve heard. He had nice eyes?..” I tried defending.

She shook her head. “You can’t settle for less. You deserve better than a guy who’ll treat you like his mother. You gotta find a guy that you’ll be completely in love with, no icks.”

I frowned. “But that’s hard.”

She nodded, “I know, but that’s how I met Darren. If I had settled for that weird guy I met on that night out at Heritos, I would have never have met Darren, and never have fallen for someone I really actually love.” She reassured.

I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t really helping. It still felt like my semblance of a love life would never come into some sort of fruition. I had searched for so long to find someone and nothing has ever come out of it. Every time it seems like the person i’m on the date with is the one, everything comes crashing down and I have to start again. I have to go on my little soul search again.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long.” I sighed.

She raised a brow. “Why not?”

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze attaching to the roof. “Because i’m so fucking lonely. I’m so lonely, Marc. I hate saying that, it makes me sound like I can’t survive on my own. I just.. I just want someone that will love me and that i’ll love. I don’t want two sided bullshit. I want to have someone I can trust. I don’t want to have to worry if my dates going to murder me when we get into the parking lot.”

Marcy frowned, “I’m sorry, N/n. I really am. I know it’s pointless to say this, but you’ll find someone eventually. I waited a long time for mine. It takes time, it always does. Just give it a little more. Maybe stop using Tinder? The guys on there are always shady. Maybe give meeting guys in real life a try. They usually end up being a little less shady, emphasis on little.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess. I just.. I’ve tried. It never works.”

Marcy gave a sympathetic smile before leaning over to place her hand over mine, giving it a small squeeze. She knew that trying to convince me with words would not work, my idiotic and stubborn little brain didn’t want to accept her reassurances, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I returned a small smile.

Bzzt bzzt bzzt

Marcy rolled her eyes for a moment, finding annoyance in her cellphone ringing from within her pocket. She gave me a sorry look, apologizing for ruining the sob moment. I shook my head in dismissal, letting her know it was okay to answer the phone. She moved her hand away from mine, reaching down into her pocket to retrieve her phone before taking a moment to assess who was calling her.

She answered the phone and placed it to her ear whilst I sat in silence and watched for a moment. Her conversation was short, and mostly consisted of, “Yeah? Oh okay, yeah that’s fine. Really? I’ll be there soon.”

As soon as the phone call ended, she turned to me and furrowed her brows. “I’m sorry, I have to go. It’s Darren, he’s having a problem back at the house, apparently his moms there too and she’s losing her cool. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? And don’t worry, everything will work out, I promise.”

I nodded in response, giving her one last smile that felt tiring to have to pull onto my face for the thousandth time.I watched as she stood, turning to exit the restaurant, leaving me seated alone in the booth of the restaurant. I placed my hand against the ledge of the window and leaned my head against my palm, moving my stare to look out the window, my eyes already finding themselves scattering all over the place.

Although it seemed like I was alone, I knew I wasn’t. I could feel that familiar gaze watching me. Staring into my soul as if it was purposefully trying to get my attention. I tried to ignore it, not wanting to let this thing, get to me. It wasn’t easy, I had to take a deep breath in and really focus to pretend it wasn’t there. I swallowed nervously, quickly taking another sip of my milkshake to try and get the lump in my throat to go away.

Leave me alone.

I quickly paid the bill, grabbing my phone before exiting the diner. I scanned the surrounding area but found myself unable to find anyone staring at me. The only people on the street seemed to be focused on other matters. These watching eyes did not feel like they were coming from anyone here. It didn’t make sense. How could something that was not here be staring at me?

I tried to shake the feeling off again, and turned in the direction of my apartment. My feet began walking but I found myself stopping abruptly at the sound of a whisper in the back of my head.

A͞͞r͞͞e͞͞ y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ l͞͞o͞͞s͞͞t͞͞?

I shivered, furrowing my brows in confusion. I scanned around once more, turning in circles to find the source of this eerie voice. I grimaced, finding annoyance in being unable to locate where this watchful gaze and mysterious voice was coming from. I placed my hand on my arm, glancing around once more.

“What the hell?..” I whispered. I continued walking, picking up my pace, keeping a firm grip on my arm, pulling my brows together in an uncomfortable reaction. I could feel my breathing pick up and my heart rate start to spike. It was as though my body was more afraid than my brain was. I wondered if I had misheard someone else’s whisper, but my body seemed to be sensing danger.

D͞͞o͞͞n͞͞'t͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞r͞͞y͞͞, I͞͞'l͞͞l͞͞ h͞͞e͞͞l͞͞p͞͞ y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ f͞͞i͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞r͞͞ w͞͞a͞͞y͞͞ h͞͞o͞͞m͞͞e͞͞.

The voice sounded as though it echoed from every direction. It hollow, and both full of menace. It was laced with elegance and jeopardy, gracefulness and hazard. There seemed to be a faint sound of ringing that began to rise in the back of this voice, which sent a shiver throughout my spine. It was unlike anything I had heard before, it was something that could not be produced by a human.

It My breath hitched, My feet began to pick up the pace, turning into a fast walk, my shoes became sprinkled with water every time I stepped into a small puddle. I ignored the strange looks I seemed to receive from those who could see my panicked stare at what seemed to be something nonexistent to them. It appeared I was reacting to nothing but the quiet air.

E͞͞v͞͞e͞͞n͞͞t͞͞u͞͞a͞͞l͞͞l͞͞y͞͞.

This voice was clearer now. It was as though someone was standing a mere foot away from me but I could not tell where it was coming from. I could not help but cower, letting my feet gain pace and turn from a hasted walk into a panicked run. I felt myself become covered with trepidation as I seemed to push myself past a few people, letting out meek apologies for being so impolite.

I dug hastily into my pocket, searching adamantly for my keys as I tried to get into my apartment the moment I reached it. I found my hands shaking as I tried to stick the key into the keyhole. I did not understand why this voice was making me feel so afraid, but all I knew was that I needed to get away from it. I did not understand what it was or who it might be, but the rapid beating of my heart seemed to be fueling my movements.

I managed to open my apartment and opened the door with one large swing, shutting it quickly behind me before locking it even faster than I had opened it. I held my keys in one hand as I placed my hands on the door, leaning my head against it as I let out slow, heavy breaths. I waited for a moment, waiting for that voice to speak again. My face pulled in dismay and I tried to steady my breathing, trying to listen out for that dangerous sound.

I couldn’t hear it again. I pressed my eyes closed, letting out a deep sigh before shaking my head. “What was in that milkshake?..” I said to myself. I wondered if Marcy or the waitress had spiked me with something. There had to have been something laced in my drink for me to have heard something like that. I also wondered if someone was pranking me, it had to have been.

I slowly turned around, keeping my head against the door as I stared back into my apartment. My heart rate seemed to come down and my breathing started to slow. I seemed to have gotten away from the danger that appeared to have been following me. I knew I hadn’t gotten enough sleep and now it was getting to my head. I needed more sleep.

I froze as I could feel a presence enter the room. I found myself staring straight out towards me. My breathing seemed to pick up again and I couldn’t bring myself to look anywhere else, not until I heard the little sound of..

“Meow.”

I let out a relieved sigh, looking down towards my little black cat who seemed to be sitting in front of me, staring up at me with his big dark eyes that seemed to reflect all light in the room, creating the more adorable little expression ever. He seemed to be staring at me in confusion, wondering why on earth I was in the state that I was.

I let out a sigh, “Hey, Foxy. Yeah I know, I look like a crazy person.”

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 3 years

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A Glorious Moment in Sakaar

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You’ve always disliked Loki, but when you end up stranded with him on an unknown planet, you put your hatred aside in order to work together. Turns out, the only thing you really hate is how much you actually like him.

Warnings: weapons, violence, enemies to lovers, implied smut

A/N: Had this in my drafts and just decided to post it... I’m definitely in a Loki mood on this fine day haha.

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)

Loki Masterlist

Out of all the people in the world who you could’ve gotten stranded with on an unknown, trash planet, Loki is the last person you’d wish to accompany you.

As soon as the two of you get thrown off the Bifrost and land on random dirty roads, he speaks. “Well, this looks rather unpleasant.”

Rolling your eyes, you don’t bother to respond, instead opting to scan the area around you. Wherever you landed, it’s heavily polluted.

“I think I’d rather have ended up in Hel,” Loki complains, his hands on his hips as he surveys with you.

“I wish you had.”

Loki looks over at you and chuckles. “What? Don’t want to be stranded here with your favorite God?”

You pretend to frantically look around. “What do you mean? I don’t see Thor anywhere.”

“Very funny.”

“I know I am,” you say before smirking at him and walking away. Loki is quick to match your pace.

“Let’s try to find some type of civilization and figure out an escape plan.”

Continuing to walk, you head towards a tall skyscraper-like building that you see in the distance. “Already on it.” You point ahead to show Loki.

Loki scoffs. “No need to point. I noticed it a while ago.”

“Sure you did.”

“I did. I’m a God for crying out loud. I sense things long before-”

A knife sits at the base of your throat, stopping you in place. You look over at Loki who’s in the same predicament.

“Loki?” you ask before you’re pulled back harshly, the knife lightly grazing your skin. Loki growls, lunging towards you.

“Hurt them and you’ll all suffer merciless deaths by my hand.”

You gasp at Loki’s protectiveness. Is it possible he cares for you? No, don’t even think about it. You hate this man. Remember?

The man behind Loki laughs at him before looking over at his partner. “I think the Grandmaster would like this one.”

The person behind you nods. “Let’s take ‘em in.”

You share one last glance with Loki before a bag is thrown over your head, preventing you from seeing anything else.

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The bag’s removed from your head and you squint, your eyes adjusting to the harsh overhead lighting. You’re strapped to a chair, seated right next to Loki.

In front of you is a man. He’s tall in nature, just like Loki, and he’s smiling at the two of you.

“Where the hell are we?” You ask, struggling against the restraints.

The unknown man walks up to you before speaking. “Now, there’s no reason to do that. I’m just simply feeling you out before deciding whether to kill you or not.”

Again, Loki speaks up, surprisingly coming to your defense. “You’ll have to get through me before you even think of touching them.”

The man laughs at this and turns his attention onto Loki. “You must be the one they said I’d like… Seems like they were right. I do like you.” He claps his hands together. “Okay, so here’s the deal. You’re on my planet, Sakaar. I’m what they call the Grandmaster and usually with newcomers, I’d either kill them or throw them into the pits… which I guess is also death, but that’s not the point! The point is I like you two… especially you.” He points at Loki. “So, great news! You’re welcome to stay, I mean once people land here, they never really leave…” He awkwardly smiles at that, not knowing what else to say.

You look over at Loki, who’s already staring your way. The two of you gaze at each other silently before the Grandmaster once again claps his hands. “Let’s get the cuffs off these two!”

Once the cuffs are opened, you rub your wrists and stand up. The Grandmaster motions for the two of you to get away. “Go! Go mingle and have some fun!”

You look around the room and notice a gathering of people a few feet away. They’re all drinking and dancing, seemingly having the time of their lives.

You grab Loki’s arm and guide him towards the crowd. “C’mon, we gotta find a busy area to talk.”

Loki pulls his arm from your grasp. “Shouldn’t we find somewhere quiet to talk privately?”

You roll your eyes. “No, because then someone might hear us.”

“So instead, we’re to talk in the middle of a gathering?”

Shaking your head in irritation, you gesture towards the group of people. “They all seem drunk! Sounds like the perfect opportunity to blend in and discuss.”

Loki sighs. “Very well. I need a drink first.”

As he walks towards the bar, you once again grab his arm, stopping him in place. “What’re you doing?”

“I just told you. I’m getting a drink.”

“We need to be level-headed for this.”

He scoffs. “Darling, I really think you’ve forgotten that I’m a God. I can’t get drunk.”

“Yes, you can. I’ve witnessed it multiple times.”

He shakes his head. “I was just full.”

“That’s not the point! Just please-” You look towards the dancefloor. “Dance with me.”

“Pardon me?”

Instead of answering, you grab his hand and drag him over to the other dancers, pulling him flush against you, your back to his chest. You swear you hear Loki gasp as you sway your hips against him.

“What’re you doing?” His mouth is right next to your ear, his hands moving to grip your waist tightly. Your body heats up with his touch and you want to scream over its betrayal.

You turn your head slightly to look up at him. “We need to blend in.”

As he stares down at you, you get lost in his eyes. They’re an exquisite, light blue, pulling you in and making you forget about the situation around you. Erasing those thoughts from your mind, you focus on the plan. “I say we find where their weapons are placed. Steal some and then find a ship to escape back to Asgard on.”

“Your plan sounds impossibly easy.”

“Maybe it will be.”

“You know just as well as myself that it won’t be. But, I’ll go along with it. It’s not the worst of plans you’ve thought of and I fear we don’t have many other options.”

“Gee, thanks.” You spin around in his arms so you’re now facing him, chest to chest. Loki’s staring down at you, his eyes blazing. One of his hands moves to your face, grabbing your chin and tilting your face upwards. He licks his lips, his tongue sliding out to swipe across his bottom lip. You watch and you can’t help but wonder what his mouth would feel like against yours.

He leans down until his face is only inches from yours and you find yourself panting with a neediness you haven’t felt in a long time. Loki’s staring at your lips, ready to claim them for himself-

You remember where you are and pull away quickly, putting some distance between the two of you. “What’re you doing?”

Loki grins. “Just blending in, darling. You didn’t seem to mind.”

Trying to steady your rising heart rate, you take a deep breath. “Let’s just go find their weapons.”

Loki gestures for you to walk in front of him. “After you.”

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Finding and stealing weapons turned out to be easier than you thought. Loki managed to grab multiple knives, as well as the same giant gun that you did.

Now, you’re heading towards the ship’s garage, intending to steal the best one you come across. You’re in an elevator, heading up to the top floor. As the doors are about to open, Loki puts his arm out in front of you. “I hear voices on the other side. Follow my lead.”

You nod your head. The doors open, revealing two guards with guns. In an instant, Loki has them both on the ground, knives stabbed into their chests.

He turns to look at you and grins. “Told you they’d come in handy.”

“You just wanted to show off.”

“For you? Always.”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today and follow Loki towards a large, circular ship. “You think they’d have more guards in this area.”

Loki walks over to a station pressed against the wall, searching for the ship’s key. “You’d think, but let’s not stick around to find out.” Once he locates the key, he picks it up. “Ah, got it!”

The elevator opens back up, revealing ten new guards.

“Uh, Loki?”

Loki turns just in time to see five guards running full speed at him. He laughs before throwing the gun to the floor, placing the ship key in his pants, and pulling out two knives. “Well, hello. This is going to be fun.”

Across the room, you’re shooting at the other five guards, backing up as they move forward. You manage to knock three of them to the ground and drop the gun as the other two come running at you, full speed.

“Y/N!” Loki yells.

You turn to see him throwing you a knife and you catch it midair. Turning back to the two guards, you smirk. “Unfortunately for you two, I’m rather skilled with knives.”

“Not as skilled as myself though, just to be clear!”

You chuckle at Loki’s comment. “That’s what he tells himself to sleep better at night.”

Right after you say those words, you’re lunging at the guards, slicing your knife into one of their thighs. They hiss out in pain and you use the opportunity to grab them, placing your knife at the base of their neck. The other guard rushes you and you kick out, hitting them square in the stomach before dragging your knife across the captured guard’s neck, causing him to fall to the floor. You fall down and roll over, jumping back onto your feet before the other guard can tackle you.

Maneuvering around the guard, you swipe your leg out, tripping him up, causing him to fall to the floor. You roll onto the floor behind him and wrap your thighs around his neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. Once he’s knocked out, you get back up, wiping sweat off the top of your eyebrow. Loki is staring at you, an impressed look on his face. You stare back at him, admiring how he looks. He’s leaning against the ship, his hair disheveled with his arms crossed over his chest. The guards he fought are scattered across the floor, each one either dead or knocked out.

He walks up to you, his tall frame towering over you. “It was rather hot to see you beat up those guards.” His hand reaches down towards your face, his thumb wiping a few spots of blood off your cheek.

You close your eyes, trying to get a hold of yourself. When you reopen them, Loki is back over towards the ship, looking at you. “Ready, darling?”

Letting out a shaky breath, you will your legs to follow him onto the ship.

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A gentle shake to your shoulder wakes you up. Slowly opening your eyes, you come face to face with Loki, who’s looking down at you with a small smile on his face, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You stare at his hand and he pulls it away before clearing his throat.

“We’re almost back at Asgard.”

You nod. “How long was I out?”

“Two hours? I didn’t want to interrupt since it was the first time you looked peaceful in years.”

Getting up, you glare at him. “Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Quite a few.”

“I’m shocked.” You walk to the front of the ship, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair. “This thing on autodrive?”

Loki moves to take a seat next to you. “No, I figured I’d let it go so we can crash into the nearest crater and die. Put you out of your misery.”

“Out of my misery?”

“Yes, since you so clearly hate being around me.”

Sighing, you turn the chair so you’re facing him. “Who said I hated you?”

Loki mimics you. “Nobody. I can just tell.”

“I don’t hate you.” Well, maybe a little. But, not for the reason he thought.

He raises an eyebrow. “No?” He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “It’s fine if you do. Most individuals I’ve encountered end up hating me.”

“Well, I’m not like most individuals.”

He smiles at that. “No, you’re most certainly not.”

Nervous, you start picking at the arm of the chair. It’s Loki, for crying out loud. The man you can’t stand. So, why is he making you feel this way?

“You almost kissed me in Sakaar. Why?”

The question leaves your mouth before you can even think about the consequences. However, Loki doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he seems excited by the question, his eyes lit up in amusement.

“I told you. We needed to blend in.”

“We were already blending in by dancing. No one was even sparing us a second glance.”

“No? Well, maybe I just wanted to kiss you then. For my own pleasure.”

His confession spills over you like a bucket of ice water. Your body is both hot and cold, feeling too much at once.

Your mouth slightly opens as you gasp quietly. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

All of a sudden, Loki’s moves closer to you. Too close. You can feel his breath wash over your face as his hand slowly crawls up your arm. “I may lie quite frequently, but when it comes to you, I only tell the truth.”

With a surge of confidence, you grip the front of his leathered shirt. “Prove it to me then.”

He growls before smashing his mouth onto yours. His lips are everything you’ve ever imagined. Soft and unmistakingly yours.

“You’re mine now, darling. All mine,” he whispers into the kiss. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you manage to say, moaning when he bites down on your lower lip.

After one more kiss, he rests his forehead against yours. “You and I, darling, have a lot of catching up to do when we get back.” He runs his fingers over your thigh. “The things I’m going to do to you. You better prepare yourself.”

Gulping, you shiver at his promise. This ship couldn’t get you to Asgard fast enough. You’ll let him ruin you, from the inside-out. But, only him. Only Loki. You grin at the thought before leaning in to kiss him again.

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sammygvfslut · 3 years

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i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now.

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other.

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irrelevantwriter · 3 years

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House Call

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, reader being scared and horny, Rio’s BDE (y'all know what's up)

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Part 1. Rio shows up unannounced to talk business. Among other things.

A/N: It’s here...it’s happening. It took me a whole 2.5 seconds to become obsessed with Rio once I started watching GG. Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is me just dipping my toe into the water. I didn't get too deep with a plot (spoiler alert: there isn't any). It’s essentially just reader-insert into the show’s current plot, but with some smut thrown in. For fun. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Added a Part 2! Read it here.

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You okay?”

The sound of your friend’s concerned voice filled the line, pulling you back to the moment and the conversation you’d been engaged in before you’d burnt yourself in the spray of hot water.

“Yeah, just washing dishes.” You explained, cradling your cell between your shoulder and cheek as you maneuvered dirty dishes under the spout of water.

“So the meeting with the principal? How’d it go?” Rachel asked, getting you back on track.

You sighed, beginning to scrub at a stubborn coffee stain left behind on one of your favorite mugs.

“Fine. The kids are still having a hard time with the divorce so it’s…” You paused, unsure of how to describe the child-like brooding your son and daughter had taken to participating in since you’d separated from their father.

“Tense? Difficult? Weird?” Rachel listed off helpfully.

“All of the above.” You deadpanned, still scrubbing.

“You take the rest of the day off?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta figure out what I’m going to do with these kids. Paul said he’d come over later to talk it over.”

“How incredibly thoughtful of him.” Rachel replied, sarcasm and disdain dripping from her words.

“Well, it’s a start. And as much as I’d like to tell him to fuck off, I can’t. He’s still their dad.” You explained for the hundredth time, feeling the stress of your situation with your ex starting to creep into your body. Your shoulders felt stiff and your head began to throb with a dull ache. It was a familiar reaction these days. One you loathed.

You opened your mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the empty expanse of your home.

“Paul?” Rachel asked, obviously hearing the alert of someone’s company over the phone.

“I guess. Look, I’ll call you later.” You said with another sigh, this one more tired than annoyed. You gave up on the stained mug and moved onto drying it, shutting the water off as you did.

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You ended the call, aware that you were short with her, but unable to feel sorry for it. You had plenty of other things to worry about, none of which involved your shitty ex or his new girlfriend.

You placed your cell on the counter and turned to make your way to the entryway, mug still clutched in your hand. The ceramic cup dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces when you saw who was already in your kitchen. You gasped, clutching your chest and yelping at the familiar man in black, the dark ink splattered across his throat the first thing you noticed. Your heart leapt, your body going rigid at the unexpected visit. Pop-ups like this were never a good sign.

“I let myself in.” Rio supplied, voice low and thick with authority and charm. He wore a smirk, lips upturned at your surprised reaction. He always seemed amused by you. That fact only served to unsettle you further.

“What’re you doing here?” You managed to say between shaky breaths, fear making your own voice quiver.

“Just checking in, mama. Can’t I do that?” He challenged with his arms spread wide, daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

You went to move around the large kitchen island but the shards of broken mug prevented you from getting far on bare feet. Rio took notice and strode towards you, all clean lines and hooded eyes. He had a swagger about him that radiated. It sent a clear message about the kind of man he was. Confident. Skilled. Smart. There was an ease in his movements, but a beast lay in wait inside, ready to strike when the need arose.

His piercing gaze took in your dress, uncaring of being discreet or polite. He appraised you from the tips of your painted toes to the top of your head. It was as unnerving as it was thrilling. He crowded your space. He always did. While the scent of him filled your nostrils. Something spicy, but pleasing. It sat in your nose, and you knew from previous experience that you’d smell it for hours after.

You swallowed, wanting to avoid his close proximity. You hastily bent down to gather what you could of the jagged pieces, moving around his sneaker-clad feet that stood before you. You tried to ignore his presence, tried to appear calm and composed. It was an uphill battle. The man always knew how to throw you off. He knew how to keep people on their toes. It was yet another facet of him that you both coveted and despised.

You hissed, feeling the edge of one of the shards dig into the tip of your finger. You stood and sucked the tip into your mouth, trying to clear the area of the blood that had started to surface. His eyes were on you, watching you with interest and a certain level of lust that you didn’t allow yourself to explore. You stiffened when he reached for your wrist and pulled your finger away from your lips. He inspected the cut, his flesh warm and soft against yours. It was a side of him that eclipsed the man you’d come to know over the last several months.

“It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” You whispered, attempting to pull your hand free of his. It was futile.

“Band aid?”

“Uh...yeah. In that drawer. Next to the stove.” You pointed in the direction of the drawer, holding your breath as he retrieved the item. This time, you watched him. Watched as he unwrapped the bandage and tended to your finger with all the care of a parent with their child. He held the appendage steady as he got ready to wrap it, but he stopped himself. He locked eyes with you instead, making you shiver.

“I make you nervous.”

It was a statement. A very true statement. And yet you found yourself shaking your head; ironic because your voice felt too unsteady to use.

Your heart stopped when he placed a tender kiss to the cut. The air around you crackled with heat and tension. It was unlike any feeling you’d ever been subjected to before. It was danger mixed with primal fascination...attraction. And it called to you like a raft in a sea of treacherous waves.

He ignored your silent response and sealed the band aid over your finger, ensuring the ends were smooth against your skin. He didn’t let go of you.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? Trust is an important thing. And we’ve gotta have it if we wanna keep doing business together.”

His calm demeanor and gentle chastising made you a puddle of obedience. Your need to please wasn’t just born from fear. It was something you’d been unable to come to terms with until now. You saw it for what it truly was. You wanted to please him. In as many ways as he’d let you.

You nodded in response, agreeing to his statement.

“Let’s try it again then, yeah?” He started, eyes roaming your face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“The constant threat of my life makes it difficult for me to be calm.” You said, choosing to still be untruthful.

You forced yourself not to fidget as his stare scorched your skin. His black eyes roamed across the open expanse of your collarbone and to the modest neckline of your wrap dress. He licked his lips as he focused on the measured breaths of your chest, your breasts rising with each pass.

“That’s not the only reason.” He retorted with a shake of his head. He leaned in close, noses almost touching as he spoke. “Don’t move.”

You said nothing as he bent down, continuing your failed task of picking up the broken bits of ceramic. You observed him dutifully gathering each piece, piling them into one large hand. His face looked pensive, as if he was trying to solve an equation in his head. You leaned against the island for support and bit your lip, unwilling to give into the lecherous thoughts that haunted you at night and managed to infiltrate your dreams.

“Nice dress.”

His compliment made you pause, looking down to meet that familiar smirk. He’d set what was left of the mug onto the counter, the floor relatively clear of large fragments. His fingers now played with the hem of said dress, the flowy material dancing in the air and away from your body.

“Thanks.”

Your voice was small. The apprehension so clear that you could both taste it. He found it funny. You found it humiliating.

He slowly straightened, taking the fabric with him as he gathered it to just above your knees.

“Color looks good on you.”

Again, the juvenile warmth of his praise sent you reeling further into anxiety’s waiting arms. Inwardly, you were responding to every lick of his lips and quirk of his eyebrow. Your thighs shifted restlessly against each other, waiting for that satiation that you hadn’t felt in forever. Outwardly though, you remained as skittish as a wild horse. You were as much on the edge of pleasure as you were on retreating.

“Thanks.” You said with a pleasant smile, wanting to conceal the yearning that bubbled just under the surface. You smoothed out the hunter-green fabric that rested against your abdomen, hoping to urge his hands away from you and the dress.

No such luck.

Instead, he ran his fingers up your skirt and along the outside of your thighs and hips, almost meeting the edge of your lace panties. Your traitorous body showed its hand, your nipples hardening in eagerness. Rio’s gaze predictably caught the action. And his face showed his approval.

“How long you been divorced?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his sudden curiosity. But the switch in topic had you alert again and somewhat clear of the fog he was so insistent on throwing you into.

“Why? What does that have to do with anything?” You questioned, stepping back from his body.

His hands fell away from you finally, but they didn’t stay idle for long. They skimmed over your hips, pressing your backside into the edge of the kitchen island.

“Answer me, mama.” He demanded, head craning down to meet your eyes. The intensity of his stare made you shift on your feet. He had an amazing poker face. A skill that left you envious.

“Two years.” You dutifully supplied, leaning backwards every inch that he moved in.

“It’s been that long then.” He commented with a nod, a finger tracing along the neckline of your dress, hovering just above your cleavage.

“That long for what?” You asked, taking note of the subtle ways in which his face changed. There was no trace of the teasing, light-hearted flirting that you’d become accustomed to seeing from him. He was serious. Almost as serious as the times he’d threatened your life. His touch was more insistent, telling you what he wanted rather than hinting. His mouth lowered to your ear, his nose brushing against your neck in a far too erotic manner. Your fingers itched to anchor yourself to him. You denied the request.

“Since someone stretched you out.”

A gasp caught in your throat, though you didn’t know if it was more from his words or his touch. He’d managed to slip a hand under your dress, tracing the crotch of your panties with a dexterous finger as he spoke.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stammered, knuckles tightening against the edge of the counter you were currently gripping.

“I mean…” Rio started, lips brushing against the shell of your ear with each syllable. His finger barely teased your slit, but his voice more than compensated for the lack of physicality. “You haven’t had someone here,” He emphasized the word with a firm press of his finger against the soaked material that hid your clit from view. “In two years. Maybe more.”

You whimpered, biting your lip as he continued to manipulate your body. Your head screamed at you to stop, to pull away. But the sensation of his body pressed so firmly to yours was far too comforting to deny.

“You don’t know that.” You attempted, though the effort was obviously pointless. It was true. Since your separation and subsequent divorce from Paul, you’d barely been on a date, much less had sex. Your body was fiending for it...for him. And he knew it.

He scoffed, finding amusement in your words. He pressed his finger along the same dampened area, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head. He licked his lips when your hand shot out to grasp at his wrist.

“Yeah, I do.” He affirmed with a nod, finger still teasing over your lace-covered slit. “He stepped out on you, didn’t he?” He continued, his eyes taking stock of the way you responded to his touch.

You had trouble focusing on the conversation he insisted on having while his hand was up your dress and practically in your underwear. You didn’t feel the need to supply an answer anyway. He already had all the information he needed.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

You were jolted back to reality by his words, straightening your spine and pushing his hand from between your legs.

“And what? You do?” You threw back, agitation seeping into your tone. You felt like he was patronizing you. He was always one step ahead. Always aware of the skeletons in your closet before you were.

“Never said that.” He said with a shake of his head, not stepping out of your space. His hands were off your body now, but the stains they’d left on you would remain there. They wouldn’t easily be erased. And you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted them to be.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Business.”

“A simple call or text works for that.”

“Wanted to come in person.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wore an expression of smugness, as if he knew something you didn’t, which was often the case.

“What do you want then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted swiftly, lips pulled into a thin line.

The seriousness was back, his eyes nearly swallowing you as all humor became sucked from the room. The nerves in your stomach came back full force, the fear aiding them in their efforts. He was challenging you, apparently done with your lying.

“I…”

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to even begin. He was too intimidating. Just too much.

“I-I can’t.” You finished lamely, shaking your head and looking down at your feet.

He tilted your chin up, his mouth only centimeters from yours as he dared you to move.

“Just say the word.” He rasped against your lips, his free hand cradling your cheek.

You let yourself stare back, taking in his dark lashes and the angles of his face. He confused you on many levels, angered you beyond belief. He made your life a living hell. And yet, you wanted him more than anything. More than the money and the thrill of crime. And somehow he was privy to it all. And he wanted to give it to you.

So you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out, your hands finally coming to rest on his chest.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth settled over yours in a tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like mint, his lips much softer than they looked. The scratch of his facial hair only added to the moment as you pressed further into him, asking him to take more.

He did.

His hands were rough, but not unpleasant as they trailed along your body. They had the marks of healed scars. Not to mention the blood of those who chose to cross him. They were everywhere and all at once. Your breasts, your neck, your waist, your ass. He kneaded where he knew you yearned for more and tenderly stroked the areas in between. You struggled to keep up as his hips pushed into yours, his own yearning making its presence known.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You managed to say between heavy breaths, Rio’s mouth attaching to your neck and sucking near your throbbing pulse.

“Why not?” He mumbled into your skin, hands unwilling to slow down.

“Things will get complicated.”

He pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen pout.

“Yeah, they will.” He said with a chuckle, that devilish smirk staring back at you.

It was all a blur after that.

Limbs intertwined together as you worked on the buckle of his pants while he pushed your dress up and over your hips this time. He harshly pulled the lace away, the elastic snapping against your thighs as it got caught before making its way to the floor. Your mouths didn’t separate, not even when he lifted you onto the counter. He pulled one side of your dress away, exposing the matching bra you wore underneath. Your pebbled nipples called to him and he responded, massaging the flesh with expert precision. You moaned and writhed like a woman possessed. Like a woman that hadn’t been laid in two years.

“Feels good?”

The roughened gravel of his voice made your walls spasm, the hint of self-assuredness causing a wave of arousal to seep from within you. You could only nod, wordlessly pleading with him to continue on. His touch ventured south to your spread thighs. You widened them, allowing him access to the place you needed him the most. He didn’t disappoint.

His fingers were long and probing as they penetrated your sex, slipping easily in. You gasped at the fullness, the stretch around him making your eyes squeeze shut. He let your body guide him as he rubbed at your clit, his fingers curling against your walls.

“I’m...god...I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, only somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of your climax.

He worked hard and faster. Your nails dug into his back, your mouth landing on his shoulder as you struggled to not cry out. You bit down when the euphoria of orgasm washed over you, trapping his hand within you. He could feel every tremor he brought forth as you shook in his arms. It felt like it lasted for hours, your body unwilling to let the feeling be a fleeting moment in time.

“You still with me?” He asked, lips pressed to your temple.

You nodded, hissing when he removed his fingers from the confines of your body. You watched, feeling as if you were in a daze. He shifted his pants and boxers down, revealing his length to your ravenous eyes. The hand that had been so deeply embedded in you now wrapped around himself. He was long and hard, as rigid as his hands. You felt like a moth to a flame, hand reaching out to feel if he was real. He was.

You swiped your finger over the tip of him and were overcome with wanton pride at feeling the moisture that sat there. His jaw clenched in a way that you’d only ever seen him do in anger. He didn’t allow you to continue. In an instant he was wedged between your thighs, his body already pushing into your waiting sex. Even with the climax from his fingers, he was a tight fit. You both expelled breaths, his a mumbled curse and yours a throaty moan. You shut your eyes as a new burst of pleasure radiated from your core and traveled up your spine. There was only a brief moment of intimacy as he sat unmoving within you, letting your body adjust to him.

It was short-lived.

“Fuck...” He cursed as he began to fuck you into the counter, hands holding your hips in place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lavished yours with kisses and bites, each thrust of his hips causing his teeth to graze your skin. The chill of the marble countertop beneath your bare ass cooled your overheated skin. You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood as he filled you over and over, each pass making your walls accept more of him. He was deep and hitting that gloriously elusive spot that sat within your womb.

He cupped your breasts while you scraped your nails down his back, hearing him growl in response. The sound made you yearn to hear more. So, you did something you’d always wanted to do...you licked the ink on his throat. You decorated his skin with tantalizing kisses, your tongue aiding your actions. He shivered against your lips, the reaction making your walls clench around him. He was, at least for the moment, a slave to your ministrations. And it was a high unlike any drug you’d ever encountered.

It was animalistic fucking at its finest. He hit every nerve, soothed every ache. The union of your bodies was enough to send you sailing off the proverbial cliff, but his touch kept you tethered to solid ground, longing for more. He rocked his hips mercilessly into you, making your back arch at an almost painful angle.

“Right there, huh?” He teased, feeling you squeeze around him in raw desire. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

You whimpered and tensed when he savagely rubbed your swollen clit, forcing your legs to tighten around him. He laughed, the sound ominous in your ringing ears. You could only hold on as he delivered the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You spread your thighs wider, trying to get him closer than humanly possible. You opened your neck up to him, letting him have access to your bare flesh. You wanted him all over you and leaving a scorching trail of hunger in his wake.

It was manic. It was frenzied. It was passionate. And it all combined into a seductive elixir that made fireworks burst from within.

“Shit...I’m cumming.” You warned, feeling him double his efforts. Every muscle went taut with blinding pleasure as that coil finally snapped. You felt weightless, and yet the firm body still driving into your depths made you feel sublimely solid. And whole. More whole than you’d felt in the entirety of your marriage.

It was on the tail-end of your climax that Rio found his. His hips stuttered as he grunted and groaned, releasing himself into you and painting your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs while his face burrowed into your chest and neck. It was as uninhibited as you’d seen him. And you were addicted to the sight.

You both heaved with shallow breaths, the exertion of each of your climaxes literally taking the air from your lungs. The room smelled of sex and instant regret as you straightened in Rio’s arms. He separated from your body, eyeing you as he redressed. You shifted your dress back together to cover your bra, the mess between your thighs preventing you from closing them completely.

Before you could say anything, Rio reached up and cradled your cheek. He played with your bottom lip, his thumb once again finding the appendage. His eyes took in every part of you, as if he hadn’t fucked you senseless seconds before. He licked his lips in that dangerous way that let you know his thoughts were on more than just money.

“Business is good?” He asked, warm palm still pressed to your cheek.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool, cool.” He nonchalantly replied, hand leaving your face as he stepped back from your debauched body. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said with a nod, pushing your dress further down over your thighs, a lame effort to protect any modesty you might’ve still possessed. He smirked at the action.

“Might wanna clean up the mess.” He said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, hands gesturing to the remaining fragments of ceramic that still littered the floor but eyes locked solely to the spot between your legs. The place he knew he’d left a part of himself.

You bit your lip and nervously played with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes bore into you. Despite still being fully dressed, you felt naked to him. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You hated it.

He retreated, facing you as he walked backwards towards the front door. You watched him from over your shoulder, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

“And lock your door from now on. All kinds of madmen running around these streets.” He quipped, eyes lighting up at his own joke.

He was gone as fast as he’d arrived, causing havoc and then leaving without a second thought. The door closed with a crisp click at his exit, the house now feeling bare without his foreboding presence.

You didn’t move from your spot. You remained on the counter, Rio still leaking from your walls and your dress still disheveled despite your best efforts. Your mind raced with thoughts, each one riddled with panic. His unexpected visit left you with more questions than answers, all of which were tinged with fear. What did this development mean for you? Did it actually mean anything? Or was he simply taking what was so obviously laid out in front of him?

Did it matter?

No. It didn’t.

Because although he may have indulged your craving, your appetite was far from being fulfilled.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2

Part 1

Hiii I don't know if you take request but can i request like a chris evans x reader like the reader and chris are married and chris is having a bad day or something so chris go out to the pub and go home drunk and its been going for 3 days and the reader and chris has a 6year old and the reader have been doing all the work and taking care of they're daughter and they're daughter miss chris bc chris is never home and just go home until 12 or 2 in the morning or if chris is home he never play with her daughter and they're daughter is sad abt it bc they're daughter though chris doesn't love her anymore and chris miss her play in school even though chris promise so that day when chris miss her daughter's play the reader confront chris abt it and chris said he doesn't care abt his daughter and he said he didn't know why he married the reader bc she's clingy but chris didn't know that they're daughter heard what chris said abt her and chris didn't know also that the reader is 6-7 weeks pregnant and the reader and chris heard they're daughter sob and that moment chris realize it all his mistakes? and apologize to them idk if this make sense and im sorry if this is so longg, thank you in advance stay safe! <3

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒅! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕

Chris paced back and forth as he tried to call you for the 10th time. It was the next day, he was sober and the images from last night clouded his brain. Seeing the pain and anger on your face as he said he wish he never married you.

Seeing isabella crying from his disgusting words. That hurt him the most, he regret everything.

The phone went to voicemail again making Chris groan. You had every right to not talk to you, but he wanted to know you and isabella was okay. You were still his wife.

Chris sighed sitting down on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, exhaling for the hundredth time.

The house phone on the table beside the couch rung causing Chris to quickly grab it. He thought it was you but no, it was your doctor.

"hi is this Mrs Evans?" Chris frowned, "uh no but this is Mr Evans." Chris said, he was deeply confused.

"oh well you tell Mrs Evans that have her next appointment date to check on the baby."

Chris stood up, he wasn't sure he heard right. "I'm sorry, the baby?"

The innocence lady on the other side of the phone phone gasped, "oh I'm sorry, you didn't know."

"no it's fine." Chris sighed softly, his heart picking up speed in his chest. "I'll tell her, thank you." He hung up the phone throwing it onto the couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He mumbled to himself. He really needed to find you and isabella.

You laid in the uncomfortable bed, isabella sleeping soundly beside you. It was around 8 in the morning and thoughts from yesterday filled your mind.

"I wish I never married you"

"Forget isabella, I don't care about her stupid play"

It hurt just knowing he thought those things. It took some time last night, but you managed to go to sleep around 3am. Now it was morning time, you were in a crappy hotel, and Chris was blowing up your phone like crazy.

You sighed pulling back the blanket. You walked to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, your almost 3 month along bump was showing. You tore your eyes from it looking at your face. You were trying not to think about Chris in that moment.

"get it together y/n." You whispered to yourself.

"mommy." You looked back to the doorway seeing isabella. Her stuff bear was in her hands as she rubbed her sleepy eye with the other hand.

"good morning honey."

You walked over to her, "did you sleep good?" Isabella looked up at you. "Yeah, I slept great." You laughed, "that's great. Uh do you wanna go get some breakfast? We can eat some pancakes and waffles, what you say bug?"

Isabella started to think, it was almost like you can see the wheels turning in her head. "Uhh yeah. Can we see daddy too?"

Your stomach did a flip, you didn't think she'll be okay with what he said about her, but She was 6 so maybe that was the reason.

"umm... Yeah, yeah. We can see daddy." Isabella smiled, "okay, I watch TV now." She walked back over to the bed, hopping in it. You exhaled, running your hands over your face. Here goes nothing you thought to yourself.

Chris phone ringing interrupting him from his daze. He picked it up seeing your contact. His heart picked up as he answered it.

"y/n, are you okay?" On the other side of the phone you sighed, "yeah, I'm fine. Look um isabella want see you so can you meet us at the diner at (some street name)?"

Chris nodded even though you couldn't see him. "Yeah, of course." He walked to the foyer to put on his shoes. "Umm, I love you." Chris said. He wasn't expecting you to say it back, but you did. When you did, his heart skipped and a smile formed on his face.

You hung up the phone. You let out a sigh once again. Here goes nothing.

You sat in the diner, isabella beside you coloring in the booklet they gave her. You both were waiting for Chris to come.

Your mind was filled, you couldn't even figure out what you were thinking about at all at this point.

After waiting a few more minutes, you heard the diner door open. In walked Chris. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers and stuffed animal. You were guessing it was his apologize.

He walked over to you both, just like yours, his heart was beating pretty hard in his chest.

"hey." Chris smiled shyly at you as you got up. "Hi." You tore your eyes from his, looking down at isabella. She was looking up at her daddy with a soft smile on her face. Chris kneeled down to her height. "Hi baby." He said to her softly. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean any of it, I promise. Can you forgive me?"

isabella's small smile grew to a bigger one. "Yeah." Chris smiled at her. "Okay, give me a hug."

Isabella giggled as she Wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris hugged her close. He felt relived she forgave him, he felt so bad for saying what he said to her and he's going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

He pulled away from her, he handed the stuffed animal to her before standing back up.

He looked back at you. "Uh these are for you. It's not an apology, I'll give you a sincere apology later, but for now I have these." He looked at you, he had bags under his eyes from his sleepless night, and tear streaks on his cheeks from the crying he did.

you quickly tore your eyes from His taking the flowers. "Thanks." You cleared your throat. "Uh shall we have breakfast?"

Chris inhaled, "yeah." He walked over to the opposite side of the table and took a seat. You did the same sitting back beside isabella. You all ordered trying to forget about the tension that was very much between you and Chris. It was nice that you both were talking, but you just couldn't wait for the much needed talk later that night.

It was around 8 pm. You and Chris decided to drop her off at his mom's house. You didn't want what happened the day before to happen again.

You sat on the couch fiddling with your shirt end. Chris was in the kitchen getting you both something to drink before you talked.

"so um.. I got you some water." Chris said walking over to you handing you the glass of water. You thanked him Taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. Chris sat beside you with a sigh.

"I.. I'm sorry for yesterday. I didn't mean any of it. It just slipped out because I was drunk and tired, I wasn't in my right head space in the moment and I took out on you and Bella and I'm sorry." He breathed out. He scanned your face waiting for you to speak. You shook your head, you didn't look at him but you spoke.

"yeah you're sorry, but you really hurt me. I wish I was never, that's fucked up and it hurts so much. If you never wanted to marry me why did you?"

You turned to Chris, tears threatening to spill over. The look on your face hurted Chris, he fucked up big time and he knew it.

"no, I didn't mean that, I swear. I love you more than anything. I don't regret marrying you, it was just a stupid mistake... I'm sorry baby."

Tears were starting to form in chris' eye. He felt guilty, he knew no amount of words could fix what he done but he was sorry more than anything.

"you promise?" You looked at him. Your lips were trembling Because of your crying.

"I promise." Chris said. He cupped your cheek with his hand. He placed a light kiss on your nose, but it wasn't enough for you. You went way too long without kissing him, you weren't going to waste another second not.

You grabbed his chin kissing him. Somehow his chap lips felt soft. They felt like home to you, you missed them so much.

You pulled away looking back at Chris. "I have something I need to tell you." You said fiddling with his hands.

"I'm pregnant."

Chris gave you a sour look, you already knew why. "You know?" Chris nodded, "the doctor called. they have an appointment for you, they want you to call them back to tell you."

You exhaled, "well... Surprise." You laughed making Chris smile. He missed that sound. He's been gone for so many nights he totally forgot how it sounded.

"can I come to the next appointment?" Chris pouted his lip making you laugh. "Of course you can. You need to your little peanut. I'm thinking it's a boy"

Chris frowned, "no I'm pretty sure it's a girl."

"you haven't seen them yet." You said to him Rolling your eyes playfully. "I know but I want another princess."

"touche."

It's not that good but thank you for reading. I had fun breaking y'all hurts on the first part lol

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angryfistman · 3 years

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kyotani x reader

No warnings

Summary: comfort with angry boy

Gender neutral reader

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Being friends with the big scary mad dog wasn’t as bad as other people were lead to believe. He’d occasionally share his lunches with you when you forgot yours (although you couldn’t get away from getting scolded by him.) He’d text you every morning to make sure you did your homework (so he could copy it.) Generally he’d always be there for you in his own way. Sure he wasn’t the most typical friend and maybe not always the nicest, but he was your friend nonetheless.

He knew you wouldn’t last with your current boyfriend. He made sure he told you that multiple times, much to your dismay. That is NOT something you wanted to hear from your friend. But he kept pressuring you into “just thinking about the future of your relationship with him.” You didn’t believe him when he had said he had seen your boyfriend with someone else. You thought it was just him being petty and overprotective like he had been before. Then he showed you evidence, several pictures and a video of him and the person you were always worried about, all in the same places you showed him and loved to take him to. Yeah. That hurt.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that kind of stuff idiot” he had told you with a scoff. You really should’ve just listened to him then. Now you weren’t quite sure what to do as he showed you the pictures.

“I- oh. First of all I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” You told him, genuinely feeling quite bad.

“THATS what you’re more worried about right now? That’s stupid.” He replied.

In response you said, “Well I’m going to be honest with you kyo, I’ve kinda been preparing for this since you tried to tell me last week. I didn’t really wanna face it but that night I realized it really wouldn’t be a stretch with the way he’s been acting.”

“The way he’s been acting? Have you been worried about this? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well you can’t exactly get mad at me! You were the one continuously putting my relationship down and doubting him! So my first reaction when I had troubles is obviously not going to be to go to you. Even if you were right in the end.” He scoffed at that.

Kyotani isn’t the best at dealing with emotions. His or others. So the only way he knew how to help was by saying,

“You wanna go check the park to see if they’re still there and you can watch me beat his ass?”

You laughed and responded,

“You know what? Honestly yeah let’s do it. Though I warn you I might get to him first.”

He smirked at that and gently shoved you forward to start walking to the park.

“What are you gonna do if we actually see him?” Kyotani asked. You sighed and thought about it for a minute before responding,

“I guess we will find out wont we. I haven’t really been in that situation before and it depends on how they react.”

“Makes sense.”

After about five minutes of walking you reached the park. Kyotani led the way to where they had been earlier in the day and then you saw them. Just like in the pictures, they were hanging out in the place beneath the trees you had shown him a month into your relationship. That kind of stung.

Before you could stop yourself you walked up to them and said, “Oh hey! Crazy seeing you guys here! Having fun?” with the biggest smile on your face. All they could do was look up to you in shock before your (now ex) boyfriend started to say,

“Woah hey it’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh really? What does it look like?” You said still with the smile on your face.

“I- uh- I’m sorry!”

“I don’t think you are. I really don’t. Most of the time I wouldn’t waste my time on someone like you but really? Cheating on someone? And one of my closest friends at that?” Kyotani said, stepping towards your ex in a threatening way.

Before Kyotani could actually do anything, you stepped up right in front of him and spit on him. The person he was with said,

“What? Are you a llama? That’s disgusting!”

All you said in return was, “I guess so! Baa bitch! Have fun with someone who cheats I guess! And before you get to say it, I’m breaking up with you dude!” And walked away with Kyotani following close behind you.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to stand up for yourself honestly.” Kyotani said.

“Excuse me? I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself! Plus I think you’ve rubbed off on me. As much as I hate to admit it.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Tell me about it. Anyways! Wanna come to my house and play the new resident evil game? I could really use some simping for a tall scary woman honestly.” You asked. Kyotani nodded and you both made your way to your house.

After about an hour of playing resident evil and screaming about how much you wanted to marry lady dimitrescu, you had kind of settled down and started thinking about what had happened. You hadn’t really given yourself time to process that he had, in fact, cheated on you and that yall had broken up. Kyotani had noticed you were acting weird and sluggish all of the sudden.

“Hey? What’s wrong? You better not be sad over your ex now.”

“Well how can I not be? We were dating for several months. I’m not all that sad over it! Its just- it’s weird not having anyone to go to now I guess? Like there’s not gonna be the promise of dates or good morning and good night messages.”

“Are you dumb?” Kyotani asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you dumb?” He said again.

“You’re not gonna miss out on that stuff. I mean we could always hang out instead and if you really needed me to I guess I could text you good morning instead of just asking for the homework.” He said so nonchalantly that it confused you. You just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Who are you and what did you do with my Kyo!” You said loudly. He scoffed at you for the hundredth time that day and said,

“Well if you’re going to act like that I guess I won’t!”

“Wait wait no I’m sorry!!! Pleaseeee do those things!”

He rolled his eyes at that and said,

“I guess I have to.”

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SORRY FOR NOT POSTING GUYS I AM SO SORRY AGSHAGJAS HAVE THIS LONGER SELF INDULGENT FIC

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