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koooslys · 6 months

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ugly love ~ jjk

genre- fluff, angst, explicit ( basically all in one )

pairing- jungkook x female reader

summary : this is inspired by the book ugly love by colleen hoover, jungkook nd y/n are best friends but grow to have a mutual attraction between each other, therefore they decide that an fwb relationship would be just right for them, however, they claim that it wont take a toll on their friendship but the fights, the quarrels and the toxicity says otherwise. Rules get broken and promises gets shattered, love gets ugly. Enjoy.

Chapter One ll 001

i cant lose, when im with you, how could i snooze and miss the moment--

the loudness of your music lowers down, realising one side of your earbuds had been pulled out, your two friends, jimin, and yoongi, suddenly in sight. "jeez y/n we've been calling your phone since last period, its lunch right now" jimin, one of your friends say

"sorry guys, i turned off my notifs, mrs kim has a problem with notifications dinging in class" you explain, pulling off your other earbud and reaching into your school bag for your wallet before standing up

Your eyes glance around, looking for your third friend, "Hey, wheres jungkook?"

"Well hes-" jimin subtly looks behind you, before he could finish his sentence

Two hands grab your shoulder suddenly, earning a shriek to slip out of you, as the male figure behind you laughs, before putting an arm around you and moving to stand beside you

"missed me?" he teases as you swat his hand away, even though he brings it back to rest around you

"Like hell i do, so that was your master plan? To arrive late just so you could scare me?" you speak, you let your eyes roll

"Mhm, and from the looks of it, it worked" He smiles, as jimin lets out a soft laugh

"can yall hurry up, ive been starving since math and yall are going to kill me by keeping me here" yoongi thats lazily sat in the chair infront of you speaks up

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" you giggle seeing him glare at you lazily from his seat, as the two other male figures beside you chuckle

"come on yoongles" you sing song,walking towards him before pulling him up and interlocking your arms with him dragging him towards the cafeteria as he whines, the two other male figures behind you laughing

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You jimin yoongi and jungkook had been best friends for around five years, ever since the last year of middle school up to your guys's fourth year in high school. You guys practically do everything together, sure you guys have other friends, but you guys hang out with each other the most, showing up at each others houses unannounced, facetiming at 3 in the morning, late night walks/drives, hanging out after school. You guys were locked in and were each others closest friends.

Jimin and Jungkook were somewhat popular, the girls drool over them and are often questioning why they arent as close with them as you are.But you dont and couldnt give a care in the world. Yoongi on the other hand is well known, girls and boys both like him, but nobody dares to make conversation with him, for obvious reasons, he just has a resting bitch face that everybodys afraid of

Nevertheless, you love them with your entire heart and you know they do too.

"yoongi wait! mind getting me apple juice, i forgot to order it" you call out before yoongi walks away to buy his food, feeling jimin sit next to you

he simply nods before you feel somebody hover over from behind you and steal two of your fries "Hey!" you call out, hitting jungkooks shoulder before he walks and sits infront you and jimin laughing. "you always steal my food, so i get to steal yours" he mocks while shoving your fries down his throat

your eyes roll, leaning over to take two of jimins fries, "Hey?! hes the one who stole your food not me" he bickers, "Gimme" he says and aggressively takes a slice of bread from your tray

Yoongi comes back with your drink, thanking him, the four of you continue with lunch, before a guy approaches your table, earning your attention

"hey y/n right?" the guy says, his eyes focused on you and you only

"O-h yeah, josh right? whats good" you speak out

"i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and my friends this weekend, to watch the new conjuring movie" he explains, confusion running through your body, this was weird. Nobodys ever asked you to hang out with their friendgroup, especially when you barely know each other

your eyes glance at jungkook and yoongi, whos eyes are down at their food, glancing up at you when your head turns towards them

"Oh, thats ... sweet but why me? we barely know each other" you slightly laugh, noticing the intensity.

"Well me and my friends have always thought you were pretty cool, just never had the courage to ask you to hangout with us" Now you didnt know if you liked this, his friendgroup consisted of him, mark and two other girls, sunmi and alexa. And lets say you and your friends werent really that fond of them, especially the girls

"Well-" before you could speak, yoongi spoke up noticing the uncomfortable atmosphere

"She dosent really hangout with anybody else but us, and isnt it weird asking some random girl you barely know to hang out with people she dosent even converse with?" his words come off rather harsh, but the three of you knew it was just how he talks

You mentally smile, thats one thing you love about yours and yoongis friendship, nobody could read the both of you better than each other, thats why the both of you are that close, he never thought hed ever be close with a girl, but the both of you are THAT similar. You basically see him as a brother, actually no, you absolutely literally see him as a brother, thats how close you guys are

You notice joshs jaw slightly clench, "I see, if thats the case, you three are welcome to come if youd like, we just want to hangout"

"Still pretty weird if you ask me" jungkook whispers under his breath , looking back at his food to take a bite, his jaw clenching slightly but neither of you besides jimin notice that

you see josh sighing out of annoyance, but he plays it off cool "So, whatd you say y/n?" he turns back to you

You glance at jimin, he gives you an "its up to you" look, so you decide to accept the offer out of kindness, but only and literally because he offered for your friends to come along

You nod, "Yeah, why not"

Josh smiles, "Alright then, see yall at shaws theatre at six today? Dont be late" He smiles at you before turning to your friends after his smile drops, glancing at them and walking away

yoongi eyes him walking away until hes out of sight

"I dont like that guy" Jungkook whispers, leaning closer

"Neither do i, and sunmi and alexa are going to be there, fuck we literally hate them" Yoongi sighs

"Looks like hes into y/n.." jimins voice trails off, subtly glancing at jungkook, but besides jungkook, neither of you noticed

Jungkook clears his voice, "Since when were you friends with josh baby" he asks, putting a spoonful of rice into his mouth

You and jungkook had a confusing friendship, you guys are the most flirtatious with each other, but yet yall always cringe at others when they ship you two together. You guys were that close to call each other pet names even though it meant nothing to the two of you, you guys were just friends.

"Im not, honestly he kinda creeped me out today, but whatever, its just one hang out and definitely the last" Your friends nod

"Figured, just stick with us alright?" Jimin says, you smile and nod, appreciating him caring.

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"You know, its not too late to back out now y/n, we could go to the rooftop and smoke, like always" Yoongi speaks from beside you, eyes on his phone

You four were in the mall, finally making your way towards the movie theatre after stalling for so long in the car

"Ive been saying, i swear theyre just gonna be annoying the fuck outta me" Jimin speaks up from behind, agreeing with Yoongi

"Its fine you guys, lets just get this over with, and i kind of feel bad, plus its not like we're going to hangout with them again

Yoongi sighs, eyes never leaving his phone as you guys eventually reach the theatre

"Here we go" Jungkook sighs from behind you and yoongi "You sure you wanna do this?" Jimin asks, earning a simple nod from you

Mark notices you guys walking over and nudges josh

"Hey, yall made it! Was starting to think you guys would bail" Josh says, slightly walking closer

You let out an awkward chuckle, "We would never" you let out, jungkook and jimin glancing at each other from behind, knowing that thats not the conversation yall had on the car ride here

"Well, im guessing you guys already know each other but this is mark, sunmi and alexa" He introduces his friends, you guys glancing at each one of them

Mark however, eyes you up and down, and that dosent go unnoticed by yoongi

"That outfits quite revealing dont you think? Especially for a movie theatre, arent you going to be cold?" The male says, his girl friends behind him snicker subtly

He comments on your outfit as you frown, your style was usually either super laid back or super dressed up, it depends on what you prefer to wear on that day

You glance down at your outfit, you were wearing a tight tubed plain black top, followed with black jean shorts that rested just above the middle of your thighs

Yoongis head snaps towards him, all four of your eyebrows furrow, before you could say something, you hear jungkook speak

"I think shes allowed to wear what she wants" He says, not liking another guy looking at you in such a way, he didnt like you, but the thought of another guy looking at you made his stomach uneasy, and he never knew why, mark smiles and raises his hands up in defence

"Never said she couldnt, was just worried, you know? As a friend" He smiles, eyes turned to you, inching slightly closer, in which yoongi pulls you closer and slightly behind him away from the other male, Yoongi wasnt trying to hide that, hes the last person you could think of that would give a fuvk about what people think of him.

Mark notices as his smile widens even more, amused by the four of you

"Thank you, but i think ill be just fine" You say and smile

Wasting no more time, josh suggests yall go over to the food area to buy some food before yall made your way into the theatre

Jungkook makes his way to stand next to you, your eyes looking up at the big screen that showcased the food menu

"Why do you even bother, youre going to get two hotdogs anyways" He teases as you glare at him

"Surprising you remember" You tease back

"Bummer you think that way, considering i know everything about you" He speaks

"Wrong, you missed out something" You smile

"Two hot dogs with mayo and chilli" He says, you smile and speak to correct him but he cuts you off before you do

"And they cant be on the hotdog, theyd have to be squirted at the side, or put in a plastic cup if they have one" He smiles mockingly

"You forgot my drink"

"You dont get one love, you never finish it so you make me share my drink with you, isnt that why i always order a large?"

You smile at how well he knows you, not being able to say anything, you roll your eyes playfully and push him towards the cashier with the rest of the guys

Sunmi and alexa watch the two of you conversing from behind and soon make their way to speak to you

"Didnt know you and jungkook were a thing" Sunmi speaks, your head turns to beside you noticing she was talking to you

You laugh slightly, "Oh, we're not a thing"

Her eyebrows raise "A guy thats not even your boyfriend calls you 'love' " Alexa questions

"Its just a thing we do, i guess its just how close we are" You speak, not knowing what you just said had enraged Sunmi.

"Thats kinda pathetic, what if a girl thats into him gets the wrong idea? Arent you just ruining his chances of getting a girlfriend"

You never thought about it that way, you always felt safe with him, to the point him calling you pet names became normalised, but you didnt care, she knew nothing about the relationship between you and jungkook and the way she spoke to you annoyed you

"Honestly, i dont think thats any of your business, are you-" before you could finish your sentence, your friends walk towards you with theirs and your food

Jungkook hands you your food, while sipping his drink

You didnt know why, but the moment you knew that your closeness with jungkook was somewhat annoying to them, you felt the urge and excitement to show it off

Without thinking, you pull jungkook closer to you by his drink, the straw slipping out of his mouth abruptly as you bring your face closer to his to reach the drinks straw

You take a sip, jungkook still flustered because it happened so suddenly, and quite literally because your face was right infront of his

You pull away to look up at him "Sorry love, i was thirsty" You smile, he didnt have enough time to process the petname you called him, because its usually him that uses it on you, but he chuckles whispering an 'its okay'

"lets go?" You speak, turning towards your friends, seeing them nod as yall walk past the girls infront of you, you didnt even have to glance at them to know that Sunmi was furious, and at that moment you knew she had a thing for jungkook, and you were determined to make her feel like ass, not because youre jealous or anything, you dont even like him. Right?

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Taking a seat in between jimin and jungkook, yoongis seated at the corner beside jimin, the rest seated in a line after jungkook

"If youre cold, let me know okay?" Jungkook says from beside you as you simply nod

"Actually, im kind of cold right now" You whisper of embarrassment as Jungkook chuckles softly

"C'mere" He gestures, pulling off his large ass jacket from one arm, placing it around you, in that way the both of you are covered. His arm rests around you and on your arm, rubbing it slightly for warmth

"This okay?" You snuggle closer and nod

Mark watches the both of you from beside Jungkook, he stares subtly before wanting to make conversation with you

"Y/n, have you watched the first conjuring movie already?" He leans in and tries to ask, but you were too comfortable at the moment, you had your eyes closed, drowning out all the sound around you

Jungkook notices and nudges you with his body slightly "Hes talking to you baby" The petname rolling off his tongue on purpose

That dosent go un noticed by Mark, his eyes snap towards Jungkook, confused.

You still dont realise somebodys talking to you so Mark takes that opportunity to question Jungkook, "You guys are together?" He asks as Jungkook smiles, he got what he wanted.

"Nope" He replies shortly, turning away to use his phone, not giving him a proper explanation on why he was able to call you that, and thats what he wanted. He wanted to leave Mark in confusion, he wanted to deny his question but leave him knowing that y/n was not available. He didnt even realise what he was doing until he was left in silence for a few minutes

He turned to look at you, resting peacefully against him. He stares at the arm he wrapped around you. And he didnt know why it never occurred to him that this may not be the most normal thing between opposite genders, until now. But he knew he had no feelings for you, and he knew you had no feelings for him. It was clear the both of you were just friends. Just friends.

#jungkook #bts #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook bts #jimin #yoongi #jungkook fanfic #jungkook icons #jjk x reader #jjk #bts jungkook #bts jk #fanfiction

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mourntheantagonist · 2 years

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here's a harringrove hc i think about a lot: steve listens to music like duran duran and hall & oates by default when he's around people. but he's a love songs kinda guy when he's alone. and the only reason billy finds out is bc one day he tries to sneak through steve's window and hears ... smth like 'close to you' by the carpenters, maybe? through the glass, and has to somewhat ease a horrified looking steve

the way this is the second “one of them is caught listening to music that will leave them embarrassed” ask I’ve gotten in a row is amazing. I love it so much.

you’re so right, steve is a sap. he writes bad poetry in a little journal at night I just know it.

I’m just picturing steve lying flat on his back with that songs volume just boosted like he’s trying to drown the rest of the world out and enter fantasy land with billy. he’s got an open little diary next to him and everything, smiling like an absolute idiot in love, and of course that’s the day billy chooses to show up unannounced, while he’s quietly singing along to the line “so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue, that is why all the girls in town follow you around, just like me they long to be close to you.”

and billy is no idiot, well maybe a little bit of an idiot, because while steve is basically professing his love to him in the form of song, in a place that’s supposed to be private, he let’s his foot slip, not enough that he’s falling twelve feet to the ground, but enough that he lets out an audible “shit!” that comes out at the exact same time the song experiences a lull.

and steve immediately shoots up in bed because his first thought is, somebody is trying to break into his house.

and then he realizes, once he catches a glimpse of those blonde curls out his window, that no, it’s so much worse. because he’d rather be a victim to an armed robbery than have to admit his feelings to billy. somebody shoot him now.

billy, sees the panicked look in steve’s eyes and instead of y’know, leaving him be, letting him freak out in private, he pushes the window open and crawls in. and steve immediately goes straight to the defensive.

“I just like the carpenters!”

and billy just shakes his head, because steve is blushing so hard, and he can see his name etched into that little notebook that’s still open on the bed. and he can’t help it. the song is still on, and billy’s just listening to the words, listening to the words as if steve is the one saying them.

meanwhile, steve feels seconds away from throwing up because billy isn’t saying anything!!!!

until billy does finally say something, because steve won’t stop talking over the song trying to explain himself.

“shut up.” he says, not just saying it, making him do it, gently taking his face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

billy does leave after that. he just had to get in that one kiss before he could let himself walk away.

but he comes around the next morning, picking steve up before school because they do that now, sometimes.

and when steve gets in the car, I won’t last a day without you is playing over the car stereo.

and they both just look at each other, steve in shock because he could have sworn that genre of music was banned from the camaro. steve’s in shock, but billy’s just smiling.

“I like the carpenters too.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #ficlet #help this is so soft #I can’t #what a lovely headcanon I love you for it

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ruminate88 · 1 month

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A Toxic Relationship vs. A Healthy Relationship:

Unfortunately I’ve been in quite a few toxic relationships not just romantically but with friendships too. I had that friend growing up that we did everything together. We even took showers together lol (not in that way.) Just literally we could get dressed in front of each other. we were both girls, she was an only child and we spent the night at each other’s house on most weekends and it just was normal. I didn’t think anything about it until I am an adult… I get uncomfortable because now we’re grown women and I’m not gay, so it started to bother me A LOT but I didn’t know how to tell her without hurting her feelings 😔 because we had been that way since we were little!!! We had always shared our secrets but now that I’m 23, I am not wanting to tell her everything anymore because some things are just too private and I know that she’ll run and tell her mom everything. 🤪 Her mom wanted to be in the middle controlling everything and I didn’t understand why!! by the time I’m 23, I attempted to set boundaries with Lori, that is when Lori and her mom started showing up to my house often unannounced, banging on the door, demanding that I talk to them and I couldn’t handle it anymore. So I started ignoring them and then eventually I wrote Lori a three page letter, explaining to her that I’m suffocated by her and that this friendship is one-sided. It’s not going to work out. It hurt me to push her out of my life. I didn’t have anyone to talk to anymore, and that was the first time I truly felt loneliness, but I was growing up despite her mom wanting us to stay little and wanted us to continue to tell her all of our secrets! I didn’t even tell my OWN mom my secrets because I wanted privacy as a 23 year-old!!!!

However, when it came to romantic relationships, these men seemed almost obsessed with me and the way that they mirror me and mirror my sexuality, gave me a crazy high and I was a very sexual person behind-the-scenes 😳😳😳 nobody that truly knew me, knew how sexual I was back then and honestly, that was my biggest downfall. I am ashamed of who I used to be. Obviously I was not a nice girl. I was very comfortable sending my nudes to my ex-boyfriends. Also because it got me the attention that I craved so bad 😝 who doesn’t like getting attention and who doesn’t like being told your beautiful, especially by handsome men? it’s just not healthy though and when you’re away from these toxic men, they consume your every thought, your every feeling, they just consume you completely…. There is zero boundaries and you would think after I set boundaries with Lori, that I would want boundaries with these ex-boyfriend. I was just so lonely after Lori. I guess I needed someone to fill those shoes!? 🤷🏻‍♀️ I needed someone to be in the shower with, to tell my secrets to, someone to laugh with, but there is no laughing with these toxic men 🤨 not once could I be funny with my exes or could I feel comfortably free to be my honest self!!! I couldn’t tell them whatever I wanted, it was very controlling and manipulative . The atmosphere is suffocating and you just don’t get to be yourself with them 😓 You are trying to be somebody that these men want and as long as I was sending them my nudes, then they would pay me attention and tell me I was beautiful so then I felt wanted and loved, but that’s so sad. It leaves you even more lonely and cold afterwards!!!

i’ve literally had one healthy relationship so far and it’s new territory for me. It’s so foreign and weird but I know it’s right and I know it’s what I’ve needed all along.🥺 So my husband isn’t obsessed with me, he doesn’t want to be with me 24/7 plus there’s no taking showers together all the time , there’s no telling me what to do or wanting to see me naked all the time 😜 I mean we’ve had times of intimacy and romance, but for the most part, we’re not thinking about each other every second. We’re not suffocating each other. He’s got a job, he goes to work all day so he’s busy working and then he talks to me when he gets home. It’s just so weird and different. I can’t explain how different it is and there’s “boundaries”, there’s “privacy” and there’s limits!!! There’s respect. Truly it’s just so different and when I first got married, I thought “oh we’re going to shower all the time together” but I realize my husband doesn’t want to that every day 🥴 at first I thought what’s wrong, does he not think I’m pretty enough? Why doesn’t he want to do that with me? (His own wife) Eventually, I realized it’s not about that at all. It’s about he simply wants privacy and boundaries and he’s normal. He doesn’t think like me!! I’ve had a toxic mindset for so long because I’ve only had toxic relationships!!!! There is moments where my husband shows that he’s attracted to me and he comes home to me every day, he pays the bills, he provides for me, so I feel like it’s just so different and he wants me to do my own thing, to take care of myself and I’m just not used to a man wanting me to take care of myself 🥺😳🙏🏻In my past, all my relationships wanted me to take care of them. 😓 It was never about me.

This has been a major adjustment for me. It’s taken me years into the marriage to get a hold of the fact this is not a toxic relationship. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 we are not obsessed with each other but yet my husband talks about getting “old together” 🥺🥰 so that lets me know that even though we’re not obsessed with each other, we’re going to spend forever together and it’s just blows my mind!!! I can hardly believe it! It’s so crazy to me! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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I felt like dropping in some wholesome scenarios in the askbox. Which can- hopefully- be taken as platonic or romantic as you want them to be. I hope these bring a smile to your face ^^

Smartass: Somebody in the house has to take care of the finances. Pay the bills, see how much is left in the budget for that month, etc. All the other weasels know to leave Smarty alone when he's calculating everything, but you decide to go in his office. Despite him telling you to leave, you decide to stick around; offer him a cup of tea, maybe even crack a (safe!) Joke or two with him to get him to cheer up. Maybe even offer him your help with the finances. He doesn't overtly express it, but he's started to look forward to your unannounced visits.

(Bonus: maybe this is how you become an official Toon Patrol member? You don't get out and do jobs, you're just kind of like a secretary or something)

Greasy: Since he's the only one who actually has hair- in that odd, cartoon character way where despite being an animal they still got human-like hair- he's probably the one who has the longest hair care routine. Granted it seems like all he does is add an unnecessary amount of hair oil, but still. If you are a toon like him, or just a human with hair, then guess what? Hair care dates! Even though you're not going to a salon, Greasy makes you feel like you are; brushing out all the knots, getting the best conditioner and shampoo for your hair, and even offering to style it if you want. And when it's your turn to give him the same care, oh he'll just melt under your touch.

Wheezy: Even though he's a toon, I imagine he's got an old soul too. Meaning that, surprisingly, he's got a fair amount of wisdom in that noggin of his. It's most apparent when you go out with him. He notices how tense you are and offers to hear what's on your mind. How quickly you open up to him, that's up to you. But he'll just be there, puffing away at his cigarettes and listening to you let out all of your accumulated worries and stress. By the end of it all, he's got his hand on your shoulder, and offering you a small comforting smile. If you want him to, he can offer you his best advice, but he also knows that sometimes you just need someone who'll listen to you.

Paycho: He's always been the odd one of the group. In some ways, he does fit in the little gang. But in others, he doesn't. His habits and behaviors are the biggest indicators of this, as you've noticed. But this is the first time the weasel has sat you both down and insisted you stay until he's done scribbling away on his pad. Every time you try to peek at what he's drawing, he obscures it from your view and will just stare at you, until you sit back in your original position. You're left wondering what he's doing, until he finally shows you what he's been drawing, with a proud- and hopeful- smile on his face... It's a portrait of you.

Stupid: The carnival is in town! Stupid has been talking about it the whole time, ever since he saw the flyers for it weeks ago. Unfortunately, when it's time to go, no one else can go with Stupid for a variety of reasons. He is pretty disappointed his friends can't come with him, but when you offer to go with him, he lights up like a kid on Christmas. He shows you all of his favorite rides at the carnival, you two get to have your favorite food, and Stupid wins nearly every one of the games! You guys have collected quite the haul, though he wants to give them to you. It turns out he had been trying to win those prizes for you. Besides, seeing how proud of him you were and how happy you were with him was his favorite prize that day.

I don't know if you needed a quick pick me up from our favorite boogle today. But if you did, I hope these imagines did the trick ^^

Okayyyy I know I already told you how MUCH i love these but but-

Iiiiiiiiii loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee themmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... <3<3<3<3<3

I have some for you too, following your theme ^^

Imagine sitting in Smartass' lap as he's cranking the numbers, nothing sexual or even romantic about it; You're just sitting there with your legs hanging off his right thigh, arms crossed over your chest and shoulder and head leant on him- suffering along side him (Couples that suffer together, stay together XD), occasionally pointing out a mistake and fixing it (He doesn't mind when you do it), or adjusting his hat, or pressing your forehead into his temple cuz you're tired and you know he is too. Until you eventually manage to break him and get him to bed.

Imaging being propped up on the bathroom sink, snacking on popcorn or peanuts or something while Greasy goes through his routine. You don't really need to be there, he doesn't need help and yo aren't offering- but you just like the time spent with him when he's focused on something other than sex or the Judge's doings. Its so casual, your heart melts (Though you don't let him know that), just set there chatting with him and watching him be so focused on something so simple. It makes you realise, oddly, how much you really love this evil pervert.

Imagine you can feel Wheezy's eyes on you almost as soon as you're feeling overwhelmed; The colour is intimidating, sends chills all the way through you, but when they're focused on you there's a little warmth behind them... a little, obvious concern. "... are you good?" "... i could be better- " He takes your hand. "c'mon, follow me." He takes you to a quiet area and you can talk or not- he's happy to sit and listen to you, truly understanding, or just smoke in silence.

Imagine in responce to Psycho's drawing, you decided to do the same for him the next day. Have him sit down in front of you for half an hour while you draw him- not letting him see the damn thing until its done. He wriggles and makes noises, bored and restless- he always gets this way when he's asked to stay in one place for too long (Which is not really that long at all), but he's able to entertain himself with you. Fiddling with the fabric of your clothes, or your hair, or the hand you're not using. When you're finally finished and show him, he folds it up and puts it away in his straight jacket.

Imagine mean BAMF!Reader x Stupid at the carnival. He's the only person who can make you soft and you could never ever, say anything remotely mean to him- so when he's looking down because his friends wont go to the carnival with him you're 'mission goddamn acquired'. When he insists that all the prizes are for you your heart actually swells, it takes you a moment to recover, and then you realise you have a new mission- win this adorable man the biggest damn prize in this carnival.

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httpsaiki · 3 years

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Saiki with an s/o who just cups his cheeks and tells him they live him for the first time ever.

Hi! This is adorable, thank you so much for this request!! I did a story, not headcanons and it kind of got off track, but I hope you like it!

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I went into way too much detail about cupcakes in this, I got carried away, oops. I'm back, though! After months I finally refound my love for this show and along with it my inspiration for writing! I hope this isn't too bad, I wrote it all in one go. I have been writing a personal project, but I doubt I've improved that much in the last couple months. Thank you if you read this! I hope to have more to post soon!

Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 1533

Italics represents Saiki speaking telepatically!

Saiki with a S/O who cups his cheeks and tells him they love him for the first time.

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Your week had been anything but easy. Balancing a school and social life wasn’t supposed to be easy, sure, but this was getting ridiculous. It seemed every assignment was due at some point this past week and every class had some sort of test or exam. On top of everything, your friend group decided it was the perfect time to meet up to study nearly every single day. It was completely and entirely exhausting. You hardly got a free moment to yourself.

To make matters worse, you hadn’t seen Kusuo the entire time. He was part of your friend group, yeah, but by some miracle, he managed to dodge every study session. It was almost like he had superpowers. On most weeks like this, Kusuo was the only thing that could get you through it, being around him was oddly healing - even if he’s a jerk about it sometimes, you miss him dearly. He had some sort of ability to keep you calm and content, just being around him was enough to relieve some of the day's stress. Kusuo was there for you no matter what, whether he was willing to admit that or not. You knew it to be true and he knows you know. That’s enough.

You could feel him rolling his eyes if you were to tell him anything you just thought, that is. That never stopped you, though, you needed to make sure he knows you care for him. No, care is not a strong enough word. You’re sure you love him, there’s no doubt in your mind. How can you go about telling him? He of all people definitely deserves to know he’s loved.

Plotting how you’d tell Kusuo that you love him turned out to be a fantastic stress reliever. Laughing all you want about the cheesy, made-up scenarios you come up with did wonders to calm you down. Anything from a mock proposal on the beach, to screaming it off a cliff. Most of them weren’t realistic, nor to either of your tastes. But they were fun, and that’s all that mattered. You finally decided on telling him the one way you knew he’d like best. Sweets. Content with your idea, you prepared for bed. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

You woke bright and early. So early, in fact, that the sun had hardly even began to rise. There was work to be done. Quietly, you made your way down to the kitchen, careful enough not to wake anyone up. You decided on a quick and easy breakfast, you could never go wrong with toast. While the bread was toasting, you got out cupcake trays and your cake recipe, reading it over and gathering any ingredients you need. You left any ingredients that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge but prepared measuring cups and bowls for them. Anything that didn’t need to be kept cold was put into the appropriate bowl - wet or dry. As you were measuring out the last of your dry ingredients, you heard a faint pop from the toaster and decided it was time to take a break and eat. Your toast was surprisingly good, probably because you felt you worked for it.

Now was for the easier parts, combining the rest of your recipe and then pouring it into the cupcake trays. You went about your day, waiting for them to finish baking and then cool down. Once they were cool, it was around lunchtime. The perfect time to finish them up with icing. Carefully, you took your time to write out “I love u Kusuo!” Putting each character on its own cupcake - unfortunately having to shorten the “you” so that it would fit on the 12 of them. To add a final touch, you added a couple small heart candies onto some of them. They looked great and you were proud of your work.

As soon as the cupcakes were packaged up and ready to go, you headed immediately out the door. Kusuo didn’t usually like when you showed up suddenly or unannounced, but you carried treats and an important message this time. You were sure he wouldn’t mind too much.

The walk to his house was uneventful as always. You were lucky enough not to run into anyone you knew on the way there. You didn’t want to have to explain yourself and a small part of you expected that running into somebody would only strike disaster - similar to the past week. There was a small skip in your step on the way there, happy to finally see Kusuo after that long, painful week. You didn’t let any of your nerves get to you. Kusuo would take your message well. He had to.

Or, that’s what you were telling yourself as you nervously stood at his doorway. Ringing his doorbell had never been so frightening. You braved it, though, and your finger found its way up to his doorbell. The muffled ring could be heard even from the outside and approaching footsteps that sounded awfully familiar came shortly after.

When the door opened you were greeted with the face you craved to see all week. He looked as unbothered as ever, but the second he stepped aside and his arm gestured to let you in you knew he was happy to see you. With a smile on your face, you went to step inside and-

Apparently, your awful week had yet to cease. Right as you walked in the door, towards Kusuo, your foot caught the bottom of the doorframe. You tripped on it, the box of cupcakes falling along with you. "Oh!” It came out choked and as if you hadn’t meant to say it at all, “No!”

You quickly peeked inside of the box. The icing writing you had worked so hard on was smudged, no longer legible. They were still edible, but the message had been erased. Kusuo was staring down at the cupcakes, an almost puzzled expression on his face. He kept the same expression as his eyes met yours.

“Sorry,” you apologized quickly, “they were for you, I didn’t mean to- to make a mess of them.”

Kusuo only nodded, but it was enough to tell you there was no problem and you hadn’t even needed to apologize. He wasn’t mad.

“Listen, Kusuo I,” you cut yourself off, now that the cupcakes weren’t an option how did you want to tell him?

“Screw it.” You muttered under your breath as you stood up from the ground, dusting yourself off. Now back on your feet, you quickly reached up, placing both your hands on Kusuo’s cheeks. Your thumbs found their way right on his cheekbones, running softly along them. The rest of your fingers could reach to his hair and you had to resist completely tangling them in it. His expression was entirely neutral once more, at the very least he wasn’t offended by your actions.

“I really love you, Kusuo.”

He smiled. He actually smiled. It was genuine, it was beautiful, everything you could’ve asked for and more. His hands were in your cheeks too at this point and he had an uncharacteristically intense look in his eyes.

“I really love you, too.”

Such a simple statement and yet you could feel your cheeks burning up from it. Even worse, his hands were on his face so he could feel it too. He was so close, still smiling at you. You’d never imagined his face was capable of making such a dopey, lovesick smile and yet here he is. And then he hugged you. Tight. He’d never held you like that before, it was so loving and warm. It hardly lasted a couple seconds, so short that you were almost sure you imagined it. As soon as you registered it, it was over, and Kusuo’s normal, unbothered expression remained on his face.

“We shouldn’t let your hard work go to waste, should we? Want to come enjoy these with me?” Kusuo moved down to pick up the box, staring down at them in admiration even if they were a mess by now. You didn’t bother to reply to him, still slightly in shock. You chose to simply follow after him into the other room as he placed the box on a table. Kusuo wasted no time in grabbing one of the cupcakes, his signature sweets-eating-face taking over as soon as he took a bite. It was endearing, to say the least. As if he sensed your hesitation, he nudged the box towards you, encouraging you to take one as well. Despite their state, they still tasted amazing, all your hard work really paid off.

The rest of the day was spent comfortably. You refused to leave Kusuo’s side after everything that happened. You took to ranting about your week and how much you missed him while sat comfortably next to him, right where you wanted to be. Maybe the past week was worth it. You finally got to tell Kusuo you love him and got plenty of time together to make up for it. It had been bad, but like all the times before, Kusuo had a way of making you feel better.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Louder, Bitch

A/N: So for those who liked Fuck You Better, I think this makes a great sequel to that fic! (But it can also be read as a standalone.) Based on the below request – in which Jax wants you to be loud during sex, to let everyone know just how good you’re getting fucked 😏 Note: As mentioned in some of my recent posts, my plan is to alternate posting fics like this, from my Main Request List, with fics for my 500 Followers Kinkfest!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, super loud sex, in the kitchen, with an audience (listening but not actually watching), dom!Jax Request: This awesome anon request!

Word Count: ~1.8k

“Can’t we just go to your place?” you beg.

“Babe, we’ve already fucked a hundred times on every surface,” Jax reminds you as he drives his bike up to the front of your apartment complex. You two have only been officially together for a few days, but it’s true. “Need to stake my claim to you on your turf, too.”

The Harley pulls up to a stop; you groan, reluctant to step off. “Ugh—fine, just go ahead and talk about me like a piece of meat you own. I guess that’s nothing new...”

“Well, you sure seem to dig it when I fuck you like one,” Jackson taunts, smirking since he can tell those words set fire to your cunt. He takes off your helmet, offsetting the filth with a softhearted kiss on your forehead. “Love you.”

Teasing aside, the real reason you’re stopping by is to pick up a few things you need from your apartment. You haven’t set foot back here ever since Jax Teller claimed you as his girlfriend. Been avoiding this place like the plague, ‘cause a certain somebody—your ex-fuckbuddy—just happens to be your damn roommate.

You just pray that he’s not home today, as you head up the few flights of stairs to your floor.

“Still can’t believe you share an address with your ex,” Jax says as you quietly open the door. “This place stinks of unsatisfying sex.”

“You know he’s not really my ex, Jax. Was never my boyfriend. We just shared the rent, and hooked up now and then because it was convenient,” you mutter as you step in, feeling Jax groping your ass with eager hands. Just hoping desperately the other man’s not home to witness what’s about to happen... “Luckily the lease is up this weekend. Then we can—”

But Jax has no patience to let you finish that sentence. Slams the door shut behind him as he shoves you up against the wall and kisses you so hard that you’re incapable of speaking. You probably won’t ever see straight again.

“That’s my girl. Such a sweet little piece of meat,” he snarls, the force of his hunger and heat pushing you down the hall, toward the nearest surface where you used to eat. You try to protest that your ‘ex’ might be home, in the very next room... but Jax just doesn’t seem to care at all. “Quit your bitchin’. Think you need a good hard pounding in the kitchen.”

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Ten seconds later, your man has you screaming so loud that you’re bound to be getting complaints from the neighbors.

The whole town of Charming can probably hear. Thankfully it appears that your roommate’s not here, as you notice his keys are absent from the spot where he typically keeps them, whenever he’s in...

Of course Jax took note of the fact you were distracted for a second, checking for your ex’s keys. He isn’t pleased. Your wholehearted focus on him during sex is the one thing he always demands, fucking needs. Pulls at your pants with forceful hands, yanking them further down your knees, spanking your ass as he drives his enormous cock into your soaking wet heat.

Jax has you bent over the cold kitchen counter. Manhandling you like a damn piece of meat, taking you from behind in a pure show of alpha male power. And every delicious thrust into your tight pussy has you screaming even louder.

Apparently not loud enough. Jax knows you like it rough. Leans down to growl pure filth into your ear, pushing your shirt up so your bare skin rubs against the rugged leather of his kutte, calling you his dirty little girl and nasty fucking slut. Ordering you to make even more noise, which happens inevitably as your body reacts to the force of his touch and his gruff, raspy voice.

He knows this is exactly what you love. What the slut deep inside you enjoys. Getting used like his fucktoy, completely destroyed. And he loves when your screams make that clear, for the whole town to hear.

The whole town—literally everybody—and... oh shit. Suddenly there’s a sound at the door, in this moment, which you somehow notice, while you’re busy moaning like a fucking whore. The door just opened, you’re pretty sure. And it must be your goddamn ex-fuckbuddy.

Though you don’t give much of a shit what he thinks, still it just seems insulting and embarrassing, to have the guy walk in and watch and listen, while Jax hammers you to pieces in the kitchen. To have him actually hear and see you getting fucked so rough and slutty...

“J-Jax—” you gasp.

But Jax just deals your ass another brutal slap, grabbing a fistful of your hair to make you arch your back, and laughing in your ear now as he hears your breathing hitch and feels your pussy twitch.

Then he just says two words that make you want to fucking burst. His dominance feels so damn good it hurts. “Louder, bitch.”

That’s all it takes, for all your dignity and self-restraint to swiftly fade away. For you to do exactly as he says. To give in to your purpose to submit and to obey, always, while Jax keeps punishing your pussy till it breaks.

“Fuck—Jax...” you moan, as he pulls your hair firmly back, pushes his cock in farther, spanks you harder, treats you to the pleasure that only Jax Teller can give. Jax alone. For as long as you live. Reminding you and your ex and everyone else that you are his to own.

Much of the noise that you’re making is just shouts and screams, grunts and groans. Like the soundtrack to some raunchy porno. Which Jax fucking loves. Says the sounds that you make are the stuff of wet dreams. He gets off on this stuff. Hearing you come undone as you burst at the seams, barely able to form words as you let your inner whore go.

But you know this dirty motherfucker is also a sucker for dirty talk—hearing his girl use her words to praise his big, beautiful, powerful, perfect cock. Gushing about how he gives you such pleasure, how nobody could fuck you better. Ever since you and Jax got together, you’ve been showering him with praises like that quite a lot, and it gets him so hot.

So today’s no exception. You somehow form words to effuse about how your new boyfriend is literal sex god perfection.

“Oh my God, your cock—holy fuck... so good... ugh, yeah just like that, Jax—just fuck me like I’m nothing but your filthy little slut... God, you’re so hot... so big—so fucking big... holy shit—Jax, I live for your dick...”

It’s not as if your former fuckbuddy was small—no, not at all—but, well... compared to Jax, every man is. So you’re just being honest, even if it sounds mean as hell. It’s not your intention to be mean about it, but now that you have Jax’s dick... you just can’t live without it. And Jax wants your ex and the whole world to know that, so nobody will ever doubt it.

Surely by now, there is no fucking doubt. Not when you’re being so fucking loud.

This whole time your ex seems to have stayed in the foyer, clearly within earshot but out of the way. Not so close as to actually witness.

You may not be mean-spirited... but Jax is. Just a little bit. He and your ‘ex’ have just a little bit of history, a little bit of business.

So between the dirty words that he relentlessly growls down into your ear, you hear him call out to the man who’d walked in unannounced. “Bet you fucking miss this!”

It’s a proud, territorial, alpha male shout. With a sick, savage smirk of a smile. Jax Teller’s classic style. And all the while, he keeps on ferociously fucking your brains out, right here in the other man’s house.

As his cock keeps on pounding you into the counter, the both of you keep shouting louder and louder...

And soon the front door just slams shut. Your ex-fuckbuddy clearly had heard quite enough. Feels no need to stay here and listen, while somebody hotter and bigger and better—Jackson Fucking Teller: the only man you’ll ever want, ever love—ravages your tight wet cunt in this kitchen. His kitchen. All filthy and rough. Making sure the whole world knows that you are his slut.

Jax stakes his final claim, by filling you up with his thick hot cum as you repeatedly, heatedly scream out his name. Keeping his massive dick inside you as he leans down over your trembling body to engulf you in the warmth of his kutte, in the glow of his love. Kisses tender and soft, to help ease you down from how explosively you both just came.

So that just happened, on the kitchen counter here in this apartment, for which you and your ‘ex’ are still both paying rent... and you seriously have no fucking shame. Just to please your man, you would honestly do it all over again.

Jax seems to read your mind, still buried deep inside you from behind. “Damn. Babe, that was awesome,” he sighs as he traces the sex-hazy smile on your lips with the tip of his thumb. “So, um... you said the lease is up this weekend?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, your senses still totally buzzing and numb. Struck dumb, from being so full of his cum, and just how much you love him.

“Guess that leaves just a few dozen other surfaces for us to get our freak on,” he muses aloud, taking stock of the territory that he has to conquer by the weekend. “You know I gotta stake my claim before your pretty ass officially moves out.”

Can’t help but laugh, though laughing hurts when he just fucked your cunt in half. But it’s so worth it. Fucking perfect. Pain is pleasure, with Jax Teller. “What, you got some kind of kink for fucking me in my own house...?” you ask although you know the answer. Your badass biker boyfriend is a territorial alpha male bastard.

“Hey—this is my house now,” he claims, playful yet seriously proud. Picking you up and then spreading you out across the dining room table like a piece of meat for him to fucking eat. Already all set for a second round. “Let’s give the neighbors something to complain about...”

Oh, yes sir, you think in silence as he throws you down, ready for yet another round of perfectly painful pleasure, as your man goes to town and fucks your goddamn brains out.

Jax Teller has only one order, as he settles in to fuck you even harder. As if there was ever a doubt. “Bitch, better be fucking loud.”

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howlingsaturn · 3 years

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cotton candy skies (and the sweetness of your love)

carlos finally sought out his parents and told them about his relationship with tk. it doesn’t go quite like he expected and so he finds tk immediately after.

here we go lads, 2.8k of fluff coming right at you. i’ve wanted it to be mostly carlos centric but there is some tk pov in the beginning too. no trigger warning for this one but stay safe everyone. <3

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a forever with you

wouldn't nearly be enough

to quench the flames

you continue to rekindle in me

It's been a couple of weeks since their fight and TK can tell that it still lies heavily on Carlos' mind. While TK feels like it has brought them closer together, he finds Carlos staring off into space more recently. Sometimes he would look at TK with a hint of guilt and shame in his eyes and TK would need to assure him that it's okay, they've moved past it. Carlos would nod and kiss him but the weight on his shoulders would not lift one bit. It's frustrating, TK wants nothing more than to ease the tension in his body and help him carry the weight, but TK promised Carlos he would be patient and he's fully intent on keeping his promise.

It comes as a bit of a surprise to him when Carlos shows up at the firehouse towards the end of his shift, unannounced. TK is currently sitting at the table, nursing a mineral water and talking to Marjan about the call they've just responded to when Paul's excited exclamation echoes through the otherwise quiet firehouse.

"Reyes!" He calls, "Long time no see."

TK turns at just the right moment and as Carlos comes into view, a kind smile on his lips, TK can't stop his own from splitting into a grin. Paul's right though, Carlos hasn't been around as much as he used to because of the many hours he's currently working. TK has tried to talk him into taking a few days off but so far Carlos has refused, seemingly needing the distraction his job provides. It makes TK worry but he really tries not to push him too far, he trusts that Carlos will come to him if he's ready.

"Good to see you too, Strickland," TK hears Carlos laugh, watching as he leans in for a hug, "Work's been crazy lately, you know how it is."

"Don't have to tell me," Paul replies as they break apart, "Just make sure you're taking care of yourself, alright?"

Carlos' face softens and TK feels his heart clench in his chest. It's not surprising that Paul immediately knows something's been bothering Carlos but it leaves TK a bit unsettled anyway.

"Your boy's in there, by the way," Paul adds and TK shakes himself out of his thoughts. He watches as Carlos' eyes follow Paul's gesture and when their eyes meet, Carlos' smile settles. He tilts his head in a quick movement, asking TK to meet him outside, and TK is out of his seat before he can start overthinking Carlos' intentions. He jogs up to him, throwing a glance in Paul's direction but Paul has already turned back to his task.

"Hey," TK exclaims, a little breathless.

"Hi," Carlos echoes, "You got a minute? There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Sure," he responds with a grin although he can't help but feel a little anxious, "You have until the bell rings."

Carlos nods in understanding and turns half a step, walking back out of the firehouse. TK can feel the gazes of his team boring into his back but he takes a deep breath and follows Carlos outside.

"You okay?" TK asks when he comes to a stop next to Carlos, reaching out a hand to gently touch his wrist, watching him carefully. Carlos' hands are stuffed into his pockets, eyes locked into the distance to the left side of TK and he follows his gaze, quickly realising what has Carlos so transfixed: The sun is setting over the hills, only a few rays of sunshine are left to peek through the buildings, and the clouds are tinted in a soft pink colour that reminds TK of cotton candy. It makes his gut tingle with warmth.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He breathes out with a smile.

"Yeah."

TK turns to look at Carlos and finds him already looking at him, sporting a smile so soft, TK recognises it as the smile Carlos has reserved for him only. It makes his own smile widen and the anxiety that has previously made him breathless dissipates.

"You're a sap," TK says and Carlos just shrugs, reaching for TK's hand to pull him close against his side, needing the comfort. He takes a moment to look at TK and the way he tilts his head as he regards Carlos a little sceptically. He raises his brow, biting the inside of his cheek while he does so and Carlos finds it absolutely endearing. The pink sky behind him illuminates his face in a soft, warm glow and something about the light makes the green in his eyes pop out more than usual. He's beautiful and Carlos wishes he could freeze time so he could look at him forever. TK lets him have his fill, Carlos is surprised by how long he lets him stare, but after a while he starts fidgeting.

"Not that I don't love being the centre of your attention," he confesses, tilting his head down in slight embarrassment, "but you are kind of freaking me out right now."

"Sorry," Carlos laughs, enamored by the colour on TK's cheeks. His gaze drifts back towards the skyline and the weight of what happened today catches up on him again. The smile falls from his face as his muscles tense and the hand that still holds onto TK squeezes involuntarily.

"Carlos, baby, what's wrong?" TK reaches out with the hand that isn't clutched in Carlos' and squeezes where his neck meets his shoulder, just now noticing how rigid Carlos is.

"I love you a whole lot," Carlos says slowly, calculated, as his focus turns back to TK, "you know that right?"

It takes TK a bit off guard if he's honest. They haven't said the words in a while but TK knows, he's always known. Carlos wears his heart on his sleeve and there's not a day that goes by where Carlos doesn't show him how loved he is.

"Of course," TK tells him and now he's worried. He presses himself to Carlos' side, if to comfort Carlos or himself, he isn't sure, and plants a soft kiss to his shoulder. He looks up at him, searching his face, but as his hand slides down to curl around his elbow, Carlos looks away again. TK notices the tension in his jaw but the way his chest deeply expands with each breath tells TK that Carlos isn't as upset as he initially thought he was. It feels more like he's trying to order his thoughts, desperately searching for something he can't find, something he can no longer make sense of.

"I visited my parents today," Carlos finally explains and TK's heart skips a beat, squeezing his arm in silent support.

"I told them I lied. I told them that the handsome guy they met at the market a while back wasn't my friend from work but the love of my life."

Carlos can feel the way TK's breath hitches from how close he stands and it makes him hide a smile. He turns to look at him and watches TK as he opens and closes his mouth, visibly fumbling to assemble his thoughts. Carlos knows exactly what he's thinking. Love of his life?

"And how do-- how did they react?" TK finally gets out, swallowing heavily.

"They were calm," Carlos replies, "Surprised. I think they didn't know what to say at first, but after a few minutes of awkward silence my mom started asking about you and the how's and when's of our relationship." He shrugs, a futile attempt to appear nonchalant, but TK can see right through him. The anxiety of that talk probably still lingers.

"And then she asked me if I was happy."

"Oh," TK mutters and it sounds a little self-conscious, "What did you say?"

"The truth," he replies, eager to erase TK's doubts, "that you make me the happiest man on earth. That when you walked out on me a month ago, it felt like my heart was torn into a million pieces and that that day, I swore to myself to never make you doubt your place in my life ever again."

Carlos can clearly see the impact his words have on TK and he realises he should've been more open with him. He knows he has turned into himself lately, knows he has tried really hard to hide himself and his feelings away. But the terror he had felt upon the prospect of his parents finding out about TK and their relationship and disapproving of it, has been weighing heavily on him. He doesn't know why he's been so scared, he knows he would survive his parents' rejection, but to Carlos, there's nothing more important than family. And despite the fact that he's a grown man with a secure job and stable relationships, he can't imagine not having his parents' house to return to and seek shelter in if his world starts collapsing. When it comes to his mother, he will always be the soft little guy with too many fears, desperate for a comforting touch or reassuring words. He just can't help it.

"Carlos," TK pulls him out of his own head and he hurries to order his thoughts. There's something else he needs to get out, a confession that has changed his life completely.

"But you know what my mom did?"

TK shakes his head.

"She took my hand and said she was glad I had somebody who loves me. She said she was sorry for how they reacted all those years ago, that they figured by simply acting like it wasn't a big deal, like it didn't change anything, they would do me a favour."

Carlos chokes on his words, willing away the tears that threaten to spill, and holds onto TK a little stronger. TK presses another kiss to his shoulder, resting his cheek against Carlos and rubbing circles into his arm. He doesn't know why he's getting so emotional now, this is even about him.

"You know what else she said?" Carlos asks.

"Hm?"

"She said couldn't wait to properly meet you."

TK's eyes widen in surprise and something about the huge smile that's now gracing Carlos' lips, makes him choke on his own tears as well. Carlos reaches for him then, tilting TK's head up for a kiss, and TK all but melts into him.

"So wait," he mumbles between kisses, "You do want me to meet your parents now right?"

Carlos laughs again, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "Of course I want you to meet my parents."

"Ok, ok," TK says and winds his arms around Carlos' neck, "just making sure."

He kisses him again, feverishly so, and when TK pulls back to look at him, Carlos isn't yet ready to let go. He coaxes TK into another kiss and then another and another until he's breathless with it all.

"I'm so proud of you," TK whispers when they finally break apart, gently cupping Carlos' face in his hands, and the noise Carlos makes in response sounds a little pained. Carlos curses silently as he can't help the tears that we'll up in his eyes again. Today has been one hell of a roller coaster ride.

"You are so fucking brave," TK adds, not allowing Carlos to look away even for a second, and as he raises on his tiptoes to press a series of soft pecks onto Carlos' cheeks, Carlos finally loses the tension in his shoulders. He lets himself be tugged into a hug, his arms winding across TK's back to pull him closer and he allows himself to calm. He pulls back after a while, the urge to see TK too strong to ignore, and when TK smiles at him gleefully, Carlos knows he’s going to be okay. Right here with TK in his arms, he feels safe.

"I love you," TK tells him, his hands resting against the back of Carlos' neck and Carlos has to kiss him for it. It's probably wildly inappropriate, standing outside the firehouse wrapped around each other like that, but Carlos doesn't care, he only has one priority and that's kissing TK. Judging by the way TK holds onto him and reciprocates the kiss, Carlos doesn't think he minds either. He does eventually break the kiss, much to TK's dismay, but only because there's more he needs to say.

He takes another moment to look at TK, it seems that he can't stop staring at him today, and the flush shining high on his cheekbones makes Carlos' stomach flutter. His eyes are wide with joy, his lips red and puffy and he looks so god damn perfect, Carlos cannot wait to take him home and show him how utterly loved he is. He reaches up a hand and cups his jaw, pressing another longing kiss to his lips that leaves TK chasing after him with eyes still closed. Carlos presses his thumb to TK's bottom lip, applying gentle pressure, and he watches mesmerized as TK swallows, his eyes fluttering open with a gasp.

"Move in with me," Carlos says and the way TK's brows raise almost comically makes him stifle a laugh.

"What?" TK responds confusedly.

"You heard me. Move in with me, Ty."

TK studies him for a few seconds, probably debating whether he's understood Carlos correctly and what comes out of his mouth is exactly what Carlos had expected.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, a hint of excitement glinting behind the insecurity in his eyes but Carlos knows he needs more reassurance than that.

"Sure about wanting you to come home to me every day? Absolutely."

"And you're not just saying that because I've complained about my parents so much lately?"

Carlos huffs out a laugh, gently squeezing TK's hip.

"Look, of course I want you to have a safe space to retreat to when things get difficult with your parents but it's not just that."

TK's lips twitch into a smile and Carlos has to force himself not to kiss him again because if he did, he's not sure he could make himself stop. There's just something about the way TK looks at him that lights a fire in his chest.

"I miss you when you're not around," Carlos explains, his voice dropping low with emotion, "the house is far too quiet and the bed far too cold without you there. You already occupy so much space in my heart, it's only reasonable you occupy space in my home, hopefully our home, too."

TK lets out a watery laugh, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to hold the tears at bay.

"That was so damn cheesy," he says and Carlos fears if he smiles any harder, he's going to tear his face apart. There's not a hint of nervousness in Carlos, he already knows what TK's answer is going to be.

"Well did it work?" He asks anyway, his own smile hurting his cheeks.

TK squints at him, pretending to think it over, but he's far too happy to be a little shit about it for long.

"Yeah," he replies softly, genuinely, "I love you, Carlos, more than I ever thought possible and I hope you know that you make me really happy too. So yes, I'd love to move in with you."

Carlos leans down and kisses him but their smiles are too wide for it to be a proper kiss.

"You know I would offer you a key in a grand romantic gesture but you already have one."

TK makes a snorting sound, shaking his head in amusement.

"So no grand romantic gestures for me?"

Carlos' smile turns soft then, images of a shared future appearing in his head and they look as beautiful as cotton candy skies.

"Not this time, no."

TK wriggles his eyebrows knowingly and it makes Carlos blush, but his smile changes as well. It's sweeter now, his eyes mirroring what Carlos feels, and sometimes Carlos wonders what he did to deserve a love this special.

"This time, huh?" TK asks, and the roughness of his voice masks the humour in his response, "Are you already planning a proper one then?"

Carlos just shrugs and secures his hold on TK, but it's not like he ever plans on letting go anyway.

"Maybe."

TK launches himself at him, pulling Carlos into another earth-shattering, toe-curling, breath-stealing kiss, and as the sun fully sets behind them, the sky now a warm orange, something in Carlos settles. Marriage is not something that is going to happen in the near future, they both know, but if Carlos is already making a mental checklist of everything he needs for the perfect proposal, TK doesn't have to know.

#man the fluff got me good #it's been fun to write though ngl #im in love with their love tbh #tarlos #tarlos fic #howlingsaturnsfics #911ls #911ls spoilers #tk strand #carlos reyes

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lorata · 3 years

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In the Electra universe, is Claudius arena still full of 12 year olds? And do Claudius and Electra get on well?

He still gets the OG Arena, sorry D, but because he has a victor-peer he is SO much more well-adjusted

He and Electra are very cute even if D is very confused

*****

Electra should probably take it as a compliment that she can show up unannounced at Claudius’ place and tell him she wants to take him out for the night and he feels no sense of foreboding. Curious, sure, Electra doesn’t seem like she goes out much if she’s not hitting the sponsor circuit in the Capitol, but it’s not like the prickle of suspicion Claudius gets when Artemisia throws an arm around his shoulders and favours him with that sharp, toothy grin.

(Misha loves him, he knows that, and she’d absolutely carve out the livers of anyone who ever hurt him. But with Misha, caring about somebody doesn’t mean she won’t try to drive them crazy, and sometimes it means she’ll do it even more — out of love. Because, you know, that makes sense.)

But that’s not really Electra’s style, and so Claudius tilts his head and studies her, looking for telltale signs of secret assholing or ulterior motives, and comes up empty. She’s just smiling, not big and wide and grinning but genuine without being overenthusiastic enough to scare him off, and this could be part of a larger plot (maybe that’s what she wants you to believe says the paranoid voice in Claudius’ head that still likes to categorize everything in terms of the Pack dynamics he never actually got to use) but that’s an exhausting way for him to live.

Plus it’s not Electra, not as far as he knows, and if their whole friendship over the past two years has been a long game so she can trick him and drag him out to some underground rave somewhere, at this point he almost owes it to her to go just to reward that level of commitment to a bit.

“I’m not sure bars are my thing,” Claudius says, though, because he feels like it’s kind of his duty to say so. He’s not much fun, and he’s stopped bothering to go out with his classmates because he brings down the mood and makes everything awkward. It’s fine with Misha and Devon because they don’t drag anybody out unless they’re determined that everyone has fun, but even then it’s … well, it’s like role-playing, almost, it’s deciding to Have An Experience and be the sort of person who goes to those places, and when he comes home he crawls into bed and collapses until morning.

If everyone knows exactly what kind of person he is and nobody expects him to be suddenly fun-loving and the life of the party because they pulled him out of his comfort zone, everyone will have a much better time, that’s all.

Electra doesn’t quite roll her eyes, but they sort of go halfway there and then fall back, like she’s being polite but really thought about it for a second there. “Claudius, don’t get me wrong, I’m not promising to blow your mind, but you haven’t been everywhere in the world,” she says. And — well, okay, he can’t exactly argue that, can he, not scientifically anyway. “I’m not taking you out to a sports bar so we can start a brawl and come home with bloody knuckles. Not that I’m maligning that as an entertainment source, I’m sure.”

Claudius’ mouth twitches. He’s heard of Misha and Devon’s famous date-night activities, but he hasn’t been invited along to one, not yet. “So where are we going?”

For a second he thinks Electra is going to say the dreaded ‘it’s a surprise’, which is great for someone like Misha who loves surprises and would be happy even if it was nothing more exciting than a place that served the largest cookies in District 2, but Claudius gets tense. He’d spend the whole night wondering what kind of surprise, whether she wasn’t telling him because she knows he’d say no if he heard what she was suggesting and wanted to wait until it was too late for him to refuse — which, to be fair, is a thing he’s done before, and thus is a tactic Misha uses to get him out of the house, and he does have fun, usually.

But no, Electra’s eyes crinkle in a smile, and she loops her arm through his. “Music,” she says.

Claudius blinks. “There’s music at bars? I mean, other than the stuff they play over the speaker or whatever.”

She laughs and pats his forearm. “I told you, you haven’t been everywhere.”

Electra baffles him again when Claudius asks what he should wear and she only gives him an indulgent look and says “Whatever makes you comfortable.” A night out with Misha always involves her puttering around in his closet and dressing him up like she’s temping as a Capitol stylist for the weekend, and for a second Claudius honestly doesn’t know what to do with the freedom.

(He considers wearing one of Lyme’s enormous hoodies and his training pants just because he can, but — no, that would be abusing his privileges. Electra said wear what makes him comfortable but she’s going to be seen in public with him, he shouldn’t take advantage of that. Claudius pulls on a button-down, jeans and a t-shirt and hopes that’s good enough.)

Electra meets him at the front door wearing dark jeans and a blue plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up over a white tank, her hair in loose curls around her face. She looks nice — pretty, even — and Claudius has a moment to be pleased that he noticed. Not that he wants to do anything about it, there’s nothing curling in his gut like when he used to think of blood and hurting his enemies when he was younger, but he never used to pay attention to that sort of thing at all. Maybe he’s not entirely broken after all.

“I think you look nicer than me,” Claudius says, giving himself a critical once-over.

“Nonsense.” Electra’s gaze goes stern. “You look very handsome. Shall we?”

It’s a nice walk into town, the weather just cool enough that Claudius is glad for the extra layer but not so much he needs his jacket, and he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and walks next to Electra in silence. And it’s funny, when Electra wants to she can spit words faster than Enobaria can throw knives, especially when she’s angry, but in a nice, calm mood they can hang out together and Claudius doesn’t feel pressured to keep the conversation rolling.

“I didn’t know you liked music,” Claudius says eventually. Electra glances at him, and he flushes a little. “I mean — I don’t know. You never mentioned it.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to share, at first,” Electra says, and oh. Well, that’s fair enough. It took a long time before Claudius stopped being defensive about it, before he allowed anybody but Lyme to hear him play. He still doesn’t like anyone else to listen to him practice unless he has a piece ready for an audience, though he’s working on that. Baby steps, and all that. “But I asked Lyme, and she thought it might be nice.”

“Do you play anything?” Claudius asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

Electra actually laughs, which is not the reaction he was expecting. “Not like you,” she says. “You approach music like swords and Centre training, with drills and hours of practice every single day. I don’t have anything like your discipline, so I don’t have anywhere near the skill level you do. I dabble, that’s all, enough to amuse myself but that’s about it.”

“With what?”

She grins, nose wrinkling in amused self-deprecation. “Guitar, of course, so I can accompany myself singing. Were you expecting something less cliche?”

Claudius grins. “Okay, to be fair, that’s not one of mine. And hey, I don’t sing at all, so that’s one up on me.”

“You’re sweet,” Electra says, a baffling combination of words, and even more confusingly, it actually sounds like she means it. Claudius stares at her, waiting for the ‘gotcha’, for her to sweep his legs out from under him and leave him sprawled flat on his back, winded and gasping for breath, but she just continues on, humming under her breath with a faintly pleased expression on her face.

Well… okay then?

Eventually they make it to Electra’s music bar, a small, hole in the wall type place with a black-and-white sign that pronounces it to be a ‘jazz bar’. Claudius squints up at the sign, then turns and tilts his head at Electra. “What’s jazz?”

She snorts and slaps her forehead theatrically. “Go figure, Lyme hates jazz, or else you’d know what it is,” she says. “She seemed like the type. Let’s go in, I think you’ll like it.”

The interior is a lot classier than Claudius would have expected from the outside, lots of rich, dark wood and dark colours. At the front there’s a low stage where a band is setting up, a four-piece with a keyboard, drums, an upright bass and a stand for someone else who hasn’t shown up yet. Claudius is trying to figure out what kind of instrument would best match that sound — more strings? — when Electra tugs him over by the elbow to a small table.

“What’s the fourth piece?” Claudius asks. “Violin? That would round out the lows of the contrabass, bring in some sweeps to contrast with the plucking.”

“Not a violin,” Electra says, grinning. “We’re not in classical town now, D. Don’t think in terms of rounding it out or making things sound smooth. What would be bold, different?”

Claudius frowns. The piano, the bass, the drums — all percussive instruments. A woodwind like a flute would add to that, but just one would pierce, be too high amid the other lows, feel unbalanced. They’d need something brave, something almost brassy, to make a punch — “Horns,” Claudius says, sitting up. “Wait, really?”

“Now you’re getting it.” Electra claps his shoulder. “Hold the table, I’ll get us some drinks.”

By the time Electra comes back with the drinks, the fourth member of the band has shown up and pulled a saxophone out of his case. Claudius watches, entranced — he has a clarinet but he hasn’t really tried it yet — and tries to imagine how the sounds will pull together. In a full orchestra they balance, but he can’t imagine how they’ll all blend when it’s just the four together.

Other patrons come and go, chatting and mingling, and on another night he’s sure Electra would be out there with them, but tonight she stays with Claudius and shows no sign of wanting to leave. It’s nice of her, and it helps Claudius not to feel like she’s stuck here with him or that he should go out and make friends or he’s wasting the evening, and they stay at the table and talk about whatever while the band finishes their setup and runs through a tuning session.

The band has a female vocalist, drummer and saxophonist, with guys on keys and bass. They’re all young, mid-twenties maybe, and Claudius can’t tell if they’re ex-Career or not. The drummer he thinks so, she has muscles and a look in her eye that screams Centre, but with the others it’s hard to tell. Claudius blanks out through their intro spiel, delivered by the enthusiastic singer and the probably-her-girlfriend saxophonist, but finally they finish and get into position for the first song.

Claudius isn’t sure what to expect, but then the drumline hits and everything he thought he knew about music vanishes like Gamemaker-created fog in the rising sun.

It’s everything from the rhythm — the beats hit on the wrong part of the measure — to the chord progressions to the scales, the use of chromatics and extended arpeggios and Claudius soon gets lost trying to keep track of it all. The vocalist keeps pace with the music but then she outstrips it, she does her own thing, licks and trills with her voice that should take her far beyond the beat except they’re always there to catch her. Sometimes they all stop and wait for one of the instruments to do an improvised solo, and it’s wild and glorious and feels like watching Misha and Devon whirl around the yard with swords and polearms.

They’re breaking every rule Claudius knows about music theory, and if he didn’t know better he’d say there are no rules, except the more he listens the more he starts to pick up patterns. Unfamiliar patterns, strange and wild and carefree but patterns nonetheless, and if Claudius were at home he could maybe start to map them out with pen and paper, maybe even pick a few out of them out on his piano, but he’s not. And so instead he listens, and doesn’t realize he’s tapping out snatches of melody and chords on the tabletop with his fingers until he catches Electra smiling at him.

Normally he’d stop, pull himself back, rein himself in a little, but Electra only grins and turns back to the music, eyes sparkling and entranced, and — huh. Maybe it’s okay, maybe he doesn’t have to pretend not to be completely nerding out to the music, and so Claudius closes his eyes and lets it carry him away.

Some of the other people in the bar get up and dance, but Claudius doesn’t pay attention. There’s a whole new set of rules here, and it’s fascinating — club dancing sort of has patterns and rules but not really, not in any way that’s predictable, but this is much clearer — but he doesn’t want to get drawn in, not right now. Tonight is for the music, and Claudius lets his focus stay on the band and the notes and the strange, tripping rhythm that runs along ahead of him, always laughing, never quite letting him catch it.

By the end of the night Claudius is almost breathless. He feels — insanely — as though he’d spent the evening at his piano, actually playing himself, and he turns to Electra and grips her arm. “I love it,” he says. “That was — holy shit, I loved that.”

Electra’s grin lights up her whole face. “I’m so glad,” she says. “It’s not always like this, sometimes it’s a chill night where it’s more background music for conversation, you know, mood music, but I thought we’d start you off with a bang. Did you want to say hi to the band?”

Claudius glances at the stage. There’s a half-moon circle of people chatting with the band, and Claudius’ fingers twitch at his sides as he contemplates muscling his way through and flashing his wrist to get priority. “Nah,” he says. “Besides, I totally wasn’t paying attention when they introduced themselves, I should probably get an album and learn their names and a few of their songs so I can say I’m a fan first. That way I’m not standing up there going ‘hey I liked when you did that thing with the saxophone where it played around with the notes really fast but didn’t really go anywhere’.”

Electra laughs. “You don’t need to be an expert to talk to people, remember,” she says, but she takes his hand and leads him through the crowd toward the door. “But we can definitely come back again, if you like.”

“I would, yeah.” Claudius is surprised to find how much he liked it, how much the music is still in his head, filling it with patterns and repeated phrases as his brain tries to pick out specific chords and break it down into pieces he can understand. “I don’t think I’ll be able to play it, I like my rules too much, but listening to it was great.”

“If you’d started out with music by going to a symphony, would you have thought you could play from that?” Electra points out, squeezing his fingers. “Baby steps, D. Though as an avid listener and absolute non-talent at most instruments, I will say there’s absolutely nothing wrong with input-only enjoyment if that’s what ends up happening.”

They walk together for a while under the orange glow of the streetlights, and finally the frantic pace of Claudius’ brain settles into replaying his favourite songs rather than trying to pull them apart and analyze them. He starts noticing his surroundings again: the pleasant nighttime air, Electra quiet and solid beside him, her hand in his.

He blinks. “Hey, uh. Is this a date?”

Electra’s head snaps up. “What?”

He gestures with their joined hands. “I mean — I don’t know, you brought me out somewhere, but it wasn’t someplace you wanted to go that you just dragged me along to, it was a place I actually liked, like you actually thought about where I’d want to go. Someplace I could actually be myself. And now we’re going for a walk and stuff, and we’re holding hands, and —” His face heats up. “It’s not, is it. Shit.”

Electra doesn’t pull away and immediately run to the nearest bleach store to find something to soak her hand in, which is … something? Maybe? “Did you want it to be?” she asks, gently.

“I — don’t know?” Claudius runs his free hand through his hair. “I never thought about it. I mean, it’s not — you’re great, but I don’t really — it’s not a thing that I — shit, Lex, how am I supposed to answer that? Is this one of those questions where the answer changes depending on what I say next, because if so I’d like a hint.”

Electra laughs, and she lets go of his hand to slip an arm around his waist. “Aw, no, D, I’m sorry. I just meant that if you did I’d have to be … gentle, you know? All those things you talked about, me making sure I chose somewhere you’d want to go, where you could be yourself, those aren’t things people do because they want to date you. Those should just be things anyone does if they care about you.”

Claudius slits his eyes at her. “See, that’s the kind of thing you say that makes me think you’re some kind of government hoax and not a real person.”

She rolls her eyes and smacks him on the back of the head, which helps curtail that theory, at least. “Don’t be ridiculous. The holding hands part, that’s on me, but I just thought … I don’t know. So much of the contact in your life was violent for so long, I thought it would be nice for you to have some touch that wasn’t.”

Don’t say it, Claudius thinks, but the Misha who lives in his head is howling with laughter, and he just — he can’t not. “Lex,” Claudius says, only sounding a little strangled, praise be the trainers. “You have to know what that sounds like.”

She pauses. “Okay, that — you know what, shut up,” Electra says, pulling away to shove him into a lamp post. “I do something nice for you and look how you pay me back! Flinging innuendo at me like some kind of pre-Residential child!”

Claudius can’t help it. He bursts out laughing, and Electra only manages to stay mad at him for a little bit before she cracks up too, although she does punch him a few more times for good measure. “Sorry, I just, usually that’s me,” Claudius says. “I’m always the one accidentally hitting on people when I try to be nice, Misha takes bets every time we go out somewhere. It’s nice to know it’s not just me.”

“It’s not my fault we live in an unfortunately hyper-sexualized culture,” Electra sniffs. “No wonder everyone in the Village takes forever to be socialized. Do you want my affection or not?”

Claudius grins, and he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a one-armed hug. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, leaning down to rest his chin on her head before she shoves him away. “This was good, so thanks.”

“You’re very welcome,” Electra says, hugging him tightly. “Now you can go home and ask Lyme what’s wrong with her that she hates jazz, because honestly, that woman and her taste. Present company excepted, of course.”

He grins wider, and they stay half-tangled together and joking all the way back to the Village.

#anonymous #lorata answers #oc: claudius #oc: electra #my writing #we must be killers: tales from district 2

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1oserjk · 4 years

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— full stop | still good without luck

when life was becoming a bit steadier

+ here is a clearer puzzle piece of oc n jk’s backstory :D

word count: 2.4k

x full stop masterlist | x masterlist

Three years after he finally landed a solid grip on the shop and enough money came in to pay back the bills including the newly bought house and his studio, is when he came barreling in your shared bedroom door with a complicated-looking bouquet in his hand.

Your first instinctive reaction was to recoil and question the cheesy gesture.

“Oh god. What’s this?” You stupidly pointed—poked towards the obvious. They were very living, giving them a long appreciative look knowing in a matter of days they would wither and fall off if you didn’t snip the stems and soak them in water soon enough.

“Flowers, obviously. For you.”

You reluctantly took them into your arms, listening intently to the way the thin plastic rubbed against your bare skin.

You wondered if he would be okay with you picking off the petals of some of the white flowers to set out in the sun for a day, before soaking them in oil to preserve the fragrance.

Stupid crafts like that always made you happy. He knew that.

“It’s a pretty pairing,” you honestly said, staring at the stark contrast between the white and the slightly familiar dirty orange. You think you’ve seen it in one of the pages of your A-Z Of Perennials book your mother gifted you last summer.

“They’re your favorite,” he explained as if it was a fact you never knew about yourself.

You nodded. “They are.”

He took a slight breath in before fully releasing to say, “And this lily is my birth flower.” He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks to stop himself from anxiously fidgeting. You thought it was cute. “I’m personally fond of the meaning of them.”

You smiled. “And what exactly could that meaning be?”

“Please—“ his eyes set out for yours when he finished, “—love me.”

The message you received through each petal achingly clear: that Jeon Jungkook was a man made solely for you and nobody else. Somebody so incredibly needy in only the best ways possible, eager to hand you the world — that was your husband and the father of your child.

“Corny, huh,” he attempted to brush off, but you saw right through his prideful facade, the tint to his cheeks lacking in help for the man standing right in front of you.

Jungkook was always the type to go soft at the romanticization of things, as if you were watching a Studio Ghibli film right at the center of his dark-colored orbs, the projection of the simplicity of all things beautiful. It was a solid contrast to your realist characteristic you held, but being with Jungkook all those years only made it easier to fall back and dream for a bit with him.

You carefully set the flowers down on the dresser beside you to wrap your arms around him, his eyes being the easiest thing to fully immerse yourself into.

“Not at all,” you said, shaking your head, “I think they fit you well.”

He hummed, hands easily finding the curve of your hips and landing them firmly atop the thin layer of your dress. He was automatically up to no good when his lips had quirked to one side and his eyes flashed a gleam for a millisecond. “Being pretty?”

You hit at his arm, leaning your head closer to his until your noses met and intuitively slotted at just the right angle. “No,” you lead, lips brushing at the single syllable, “being needy.”

He scrunched his and pulled away from your lips as a form of punishment. Eyes set on the prize, so driven for the one thing you find yourself craving the past week, standing on the tips of your toes and eagerly reaching for a kiss.

He scoffed quietly, putting up a false front. He gave it to you easily and without even a fight, “I’m the needy one? Look who’s kissing me.”

“Please,” you reasoned and puckered up for another, “This is me showing my appreciation and affection for the flowers. Really, thank you.”

He dug his face into your neck and traced the bare skin of your back with the tip of each of his slender fingers. He said something quietly about liking that particular dress on you, his fingers playing along with the open slit to emphasize his appreciation. You shivered slightly from the contact and leaned most of your weight against him to compensate for your legs suddenly weakening.

“I’m glad you liked them,” he murmured into your skin, leaving goosebumps against the rest. “I thought it would be a nice addition to our date night.”

“Speaking of,” you began to mutter at the reminder, “It’s been so long since we’ve had a decent amount of time alone. I was surprised you were free this weekend.”

“Sorry,” he sheepishly said, “As much as I trust those two back at the shop — I don’t. But, they told me I at least needed a small break and that they would take care of interviewing for our receptionist position over the weekend.”

Your head tilted curiously to ponder, “You’re still looking for someone?”

He solemnly nodded.

“Then I might just quit and apply at yours,” you teasingly smirked, “Sounds kind of fun.”

He groans. “As much as that would go appreciated..” His hands suddenly drift down to roam your ass and hips, giving it a solid pinch to make you yelp out loud. The corner of his lips quirked. “I don’t think your mother will appreciate you wasting a degree like that. And to be honest? I don’t think I’d get much work done if you were working under me either.”

“Why not?” You didn’t exactly have the opportunity to be as creative as he was, to interact with new people, and share art the way he did. You were organized and clean though. “I’ve had to take a leave at work to focus on Yeona while you were kept busy with the shop, I want to get back to working again. Want to spend more time with you..”

He landed a solid kiss on the edge of your temple and sighed. “Baby, I promise that once business gains momentum without me having to be there, I’ll take some more time off. I feel better that you’re with our daughter for now.”

Your mouth formed to a downturn. “What about you? Jungkook, she needs her own father.”

There’s a moment of silence between the both of you, a thousand of unspoken words floated in between. Yours surrounded him with question marks.

“Do you really want to start that tonight?” He asked, tiredness stirring in his eyes.

You blinked in slight pain before erasing it completely away from his view to read it as anything more and mustered a weak smile. Your hands fidgetted but stick to simply smoothing out the lines of his dress coat.

The bite on your tongue is harsh and punishing.

“Okay,” you answered, a mustered smile easily stretched out, “Fine.”

You wondered how much longer you both would suppress the looming subject until the next argument would find its way back into conversation again.

You stepped out of his hold and observed him from a distance. His expression is given with the way he held back the same as you.

You didn’t push it for the sake of that night.

With your back turned, you grabbed for your purse and handed him a smile before offering your hand. “Let’s go before it gets too late.”

You’ve encased his hand into your hold at the beginning of the drive, probably slightly dangerous to do but a foolish and selfish habit you had when it came to him. He doesn’t mind when they folded in between the warmth of your thighs, anyway. His driving skills were well off enough to stay stable and to occasionally run his thumb against your skin whenever he pleased.

Just feeling the span of where your short dress had risen had him stirring in his pants and already questioning, “When was the last time we had sex?”

You didn’t flinch at the abrupt question, humming to think. “Maybe about—a week ago?”

His eyes widened. “Fuck, really?”

You nodded. “Your perception of time has always been fucked..” Sitting up, you pinned him a stare, “Come on, you really don’t remember?”

Mindless sex was one of the many ways he would vow out his apology after all. He spelled out his sorry by drawing out an orgasm after orgasm.

“No, no, I do,” he answered, “I just—didn’t expect it to be that long ago.”

Your mind begged to comment out that it was his fault for always being so damn busy.

“Okay,” he said, arm extended out, having it be enough of your fidgeting and sudden silence, “Come here and hold my hand again.”

It’s his cluelessness to note the way you felt that frustrated you the most — maybe it was just your fault for not properly voicing it out.

“Let’s not think about the last time and look forward to tonight, yeah?” You bit at a remark, reluctantly obliging, only quickly regretting it when his long fingers flexed, unattainable to let go of the raw thoughts that clumped into your head right after. Cheeky bastard. You gripped them tightly to make him hiss out, rubbing the stupid initials of yours on the back of his hand a second later.

He went on with the conversation about some big time client who was willing to spend a fuck ton of money for him to ink his whole entire back. You weren’t too surprised to hear him say that he was informed it would be free game, a general idea and vibe but overall letting Jungkook’s creativity roam free. There was a fond smile stretched upon your lips when he got giddy over it, sprouting out all of the sketch ideas he planned for his work to splay out on the man’s bare skin, eyes twinkling like a fucking kid and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

The car turned to an unfamiliar road and it’s only then your eyebrows furrowed. Your mind perked at the fact you’ve been clueless for that long, not even recognizing the route to your unannounced destination. “I don’t even know where we’re going.”

He turned the wheel again. “Somewhere nicer.” That was the theme for that night, nicer—better—greater than usual.

You eagerly started to look around, like the GPS in front of you didn’t indicate you would be there in the next ten minutes. “Where? What’s the name of the place?”

He chuckled. “Sit back and wait for it, alright? I promise you’ll like it.”

Of course, you took his word for it.

The tower sat at a painstakingly high height.

“Jungkook,” you deadpanned, “What are we doing here?”

He smiled widely. “Do you remember this place?”

The breeze blew through you and you could only hug yourself tighter with a meager nod. “You took me here for my birthday that one year?”

He nodded, hands in his pockets. “And I only had enough money to pay for the admission fee and nothing else. Not even enough to get a decent souvenir from the gift shop.”

“Hey, no,” you denied with a pout, clearly offended, “You got me a small magnet that’s still hanging on top of our fridge. It’s cute and I love it.”

His tongue ticked against the roof of his mouth and he reluctantly agreed. “Alright, fine. But—”

You gaped at the tower, mindlessly sputtering when you realize, “Is this where we’re having dinner?”

Finally, he confirmed with a solid nod and a sheepish smile. “We have a reservation.”

Blinking, you repeated, “Reservation? Why would we even need one—”

His arm suddenly swooped down and curled your body next to his as soon as you began walking up the intimidating structure. “Because I have the money to do so now, can’t you see? I can finally spoil the fuck out of my wife the way I’ve been wanting to this whole time.” Nicer—better—greater than usual

“Gguk—”

“I know that it might be a few years too late to make up for it, but I want you to realize how much I love you,” he said sincerely. “That I’m doing all of this for reason.”

You tugged his hand and called for him again.

Ignoring your pleas, he continued, “I’m shitty for not doing this sooner, and I know some nights get lonely without me, but I want to pay you back with everything I can possibly afford — I’m working hard. For you. For Yeona. Only for the both of you.”

Impulsively, your heel stomped against the pavement until his attention finally shifted towards you. The action immediately turned regrettable when the impact vibrated and bounced off of your ankle. You winced.

“Jungkook,” you pathetically mumbled, reaching out towards him.

Mid-talk, and it was your eyes that glossed over to throw him off, putting him on high alert. He had no choice but to stare down nervously at you with a bitten lip.

You exhaled slowly and eventually circled your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You were still just outside of the front doors to climb in a beautifully long elevator ride, the gift shop beside the admission booths light blinking brightly to let visitors know it was wide open for them to waste money on overpriced, useless trinkets and tiny magnets.

Your fingers softly pulled at the hairs of his nape, urging him to give you a kiss right then and there. “I appreciate and love everything you’ve bought and done for me tonight.” Just for even allowing some time for the both of you that weekend — it was way more than enough. Your fingers softly ran over the edge of his jaw and went a bit further up to cup his cheek. His hands slid up to your wrist in return and squeezed, angling his head to put a few kisses on the center of your palm. “But you know I love you regardless, right? I don’t need you to pay back my love I’ll always have for you. Always, Gguk. We maintained a shitty apartment together for so many years, still got married when the circumstances weren’t always the nicest, and continue to raise a beautiful little girl together. Nothing changes when I’m with you.”

He eagerly bent down to encase your lips with his own. “I love you,” he said with utter sincerity, his silent ode to you he would carry along for the rest of his life hung somewhere within the tone of it. Always.

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Before Us (2) | Luke Patterson

Synopsis: In 1995, Sunset Curve was set to play The Orpheum. 25 years later they wake up in a whole new world and Luke finds somebody he once used to know.

Authors Note: I apologize ahead of time because this chapter is mainly filler, just gotta move the story along (and also show y’all Julie + Riley’s friendship)

PREVIOUS | NEXT

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All night long all Riley could think about was how quiet Julie had been at school after her crying session in the hallway. She was worried, so she decided upon waking up that she would head over to Julie’s house and walk with her to school.

She had made it quickly, her thoughts clouded with the music that flooded through her headphones. They were old recordings she had found of her mom’s music, having moved them to her computer and changing them to a playable format. It was comfortable for her to be able to hear her mom, being able to sing along with her. Every so often there would be a duet, a boy's voice chiming in and singing along.

Riley wasn’t sure who it was, not knowing much about her mom’s past besides what her dad had told her. This mystery man sang in Riley’s ears, her nerves calming and easing her anxieties about walking into Julie’s house unannounced.

Walking up to the house, she could hear something coming from the backyard and she removed one of her headphones. Riley made her way down the stairs to Julie’s garage, heading over to the doors she could hear the familiar sound of piano chords being played and Julie’s voice ringing out through the open air. She echoed, energy seeming to buzz around Riley causing the hair on her arms to stand up.

Tears came into her eyes and before she could stop herself she was running over and pushing the door open and looking Julie dead on. The girl continued singing, a smile lighting up her face and their gazes meeting. Julie finished singing and called the girl over, Riley joining the girl on the piano bench. The feeling was familiar, having been in this position so many times throughout their childhood.

As Julie was about to speak up, both their attentions were brought over to the door where Flynn was storming in.

“Carlos told me you’d be out here.” The two stared her down, waiting for her to continue. “The three of us need to talk.”

“Are you okay?” Julie asked, Riley motioning for the girl to come closer to the piano, genuine worry flitting across her face.

“No, I’m not okay Julie. You just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was going to say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

Riley couldn’t help but giggle, piping up quietly. “I thought that was how you spent most nights.”

Flynn turned to look at the girl, rolling her eyes the same way Julie did when she was teased. Riley knew that the girls loved her antics, and even if they got annoyed sometimes they wouldn’t hesitate to be the first people to fight for her.

“Look Julie, you can’t give up music. And Riley agrees.” Riley shook her head, looking very serious as Flynn motioned to her. “Your music is like a gift so that would be a tragedy. So, you’re basically cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas.”

“May I add, I also love Christmas.” Julie couldn’t help but laugh at that comment, Flynn continuing on her rant without even batting an eyelash.

“When we were six we all promised to be in a band together. The Triple Threat.”

“I never agreed to that name.” Julie piped up.

“Yeah well Riley did and that’s two versus one, anyways! Jules, if you leave the music program the three of us will be apart forever. That’s just what happens.” She joined the other two on the bench and Riley reached around Julie so she could rub Flynn’s back lightly. She knew that the other girl was over exaggerating but her worries were still valid and Riley wanted to ease them.

“Sure we’ll see each other in the hall sometime, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends.”

“That’s not true. Can I please talk now?” Julie pleaded with the other girl and Flynn finally relented. “I just played the piano and sang again.”

A look of shook covered Flynn’s face and she laughed, looking between the two girls in disbelief. Riley nodded, still not quite believing it herself that her best friend was playing music again.

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Well she would've had you not barged in and let your seven soda’s kick in.” Riley pointed out.

“I’m so happy for you! And us!” She quickly grabbed Riley’s hand and squealed. “Look at you, looking all, I don’t know, alive again!”

“What made you play again?” Riley asked, bumping her shoulder gently about Julie’s. She was curious, wondering if Julie had managed to work through her grief during the night.

“I found this song my mom wrote me.” She paused showing the two girls the song on the piano. Riley read it over and felt her heart clench. The song was all about moving on and moving forward, exactly what Julie needed right now. She hugged the girl tightly, still holding Flynn’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I was so afraid to play it. Anything involving music reminds me of her. And then I woke up this morning, realizing that’s why I should play it. To keep her memory alive.” Flynn awed slightly and moved closer, wrapping herself around Julie’s other side and joining the group hug. Flynn gasped, pulling away quickly and speaking.

“We need to tell Mrs. Harrison you can play so you can stay in school and our lives won’t be the awful pictures I just painted for you.” Riley laughed, standing up and dragging both girls with her. They made their way out of the garage together, Julie stopping to close the door behind herself.

“Oh hey.” Julie speaking caused both Flynn and Riley to turn around and face the girl. Riley raised an eyebrow as Julie stared at the empty space next to her and Flynn coughed. She turned to look at the girls, realizing they were still there. “Let’s hustle.”

And with that Julie was ushering the two girls off and on their way to school. The three of them huddled together laughing and talking about how they were going to convince Mrs. Harrison to let Julie stay in the music program.

The easiest decision the three of them could come up with was to let Julie perform in front of her, hoping that Julie’s “killer voice and pure talent” would blow her away, Flynn’s words. Riley agreed, piping in that once Mrs. Harrison heard Julie again she would let her back into the program.

Time seemed to pass by quickly as the three of them talked and talked, laughing away at each other’s stupid okes and making silly quips here and there. The energy around the three of them was comfortable, a relaxing presence that brought all of them some peace.

“Do you think she’ll really let me back in?” Julie asked as the three girls walked up and into the school.

“She has too, you’re too good to let go.” Riley answered.

“Believe me, I think it’s wonderful that you sang again. I prayed for this moment for almost a year. But it’s too late.” Mrs. Harrison gave the girls an apologetic look and Riley felt her shoulders slump. There was no way it could end like this. She hadn’t even given Julie an actual chance to prove herself.

“But what if you just hear her play, you know she’s amazing.” Riley pleaded. Mrs. Harrison shook her head.

“It wouldn’t matter. A new student starts tomorrow. There’s only--”

“So many spots.” Julie finished, knowing the line by now. “And if I don’t participate, I’m out. I know.”

“I did everything I could to keep you here this year, but Principal Lessa was very clear that yesterday was your last chance. You’ll have to reapply next semester.” The bell rang as Mrs. Harrison finished explaining the situation to the girls and Riley couldn’t help but feel as if they had lost one of the most important battles of their lives.

They had worked so hard, she had seen the progress Julie had made, had even heard her sing alone that morning. The sound of Julie finally letting go of all the pent up emotions she had been harboring and pouring them out into the best version of themselves.

“I’m truly sorry.” She finished. Students began to file in for the next class and Riley led the girls out of the room, Flynn slinging her arm around Julie’s shoulders, trying to offer some comfort from the situation.

The girls looked between each other and Riley sighed, the familiar action of her hands sliding into her pockets offering her some minor comfort. The jacket she wore belonged to her mother, something she had seen her wearing many times in photos of her own youth, and while Julie played music to stay connected to her mother, Riley went through her things and wore her clothes.

“This sucks.” She kicked her toe into the ground, rubbing her shoe until a small sprout of pain surfaced. A frown stayed placed on her lips, Julie looking up at her and taking her hand in her own.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ll get in next semester.”

“But you’re playing music now! You should be allowed to have the tools and training that we do, who cares if you needed some time.” Riley groaned and gripped her hair in hands. Julie ran over quickly, recognizing the action as a stress habit the other had developed after being in the car accident that killed her mother.

“Riley, breathe.” Julie led the breaths, placing a hand on Riley’s diaphragm, just as her mother had done when the girl would have panic attacks at their home. After a few moments of breathing, Riley calmed down and the urge to pull at herself went away.

“Thank you, mi cielo.”

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Everyone Needs Somebody ⎯ Diego Hargreeves One-Shot

Pairings: Diego Hargreeves x 1960s!Reader Fandom: The Umbrella Academy MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,180 Warnings: TUA S2 Spoilers, mentions of blood, knives, SUMMARY: Diego comes to you for help... again only this time you accidently let on more than you meant to. Request from anon: Would you consider writing something about reader being too shy admitting their love to Diego because he lives recklessly and they doesn’t think he would like to settle down (edited)

A/N Some S2 spoilers ~ so beware xx

The knock on your door at 3 AM made you uneasy, your wrapped your blakent around your body and held it closed. Through the peephole, Diego was leaning against the wall uncomfortably.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there... I need some help.”

You met Diego when he appeared in the alleyway three months ago. He tried to stab you before realizing you were only trying to help. You made him sleep in the garage because of that.

He was lucky you even let him stay at your house, but he didn’t seem like a murderer. And sure, your mother would scream at you for weeks on end for letting a strange handsome man sleep in your house... but everyone needs somebody to look out for them sometimes.

You opened the door quickly and gasped loudly at the sight of blood covering the front of his shirt. “Oh my goodness, Diego, are you okay?!” He shook his head and hissed through his teeth when you dragged his arm around your shoulders. “Jesus, what happened?”

“Got shanked by some asshole.”

“I can tell that much, let me go get my first aid kit,” You glanced at the couch and the thought of blood staining it wasn’t ideal, “Actually, I’ll get a sheet to cover the sofa first.” You returned with the darkest sheet you could find, hoping that it would still be usable afterward. After covering the couch, you helped Diego sit down.

The first aid kit was where you last put it after stitching up his arm. He came in with a shy smile before revealing he was hurt trying to climb up a tree... “Okay, so I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt-” When you glanced up you saw that Diego already took the initiative and stripped his upper half of his shirt.

“Oh, thank you.” You looked anywhere but him, trying to hide your embarrassment despite how hot your face felt. Diego offered you a smile as you sat beside him, “Lean on the armrest, your skin needs to be pulled flat so I can clean it good.” Maybe that nursing class wasn’t so bad after all.

Sure, you puked like seven times when they brought out the pigs to dissect, but you passed with an A+. “Thanks for doin’ this, I don’t got nobody else here.”

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you began dabbing at the wound with a warm washcloth, “Of course, it’s nice to have someone you can rely on.” And you could rely on Diego... to show up unannounced at your doorstep, usually while bleeding out.

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“And you’re all good!” You pressed down on the bandage and Diego groaned, “Sorry,” He shook his head and the two of you grew silent as you stared into his dark eyes. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

Diego shook his head, “Nah, there’s nothing to talk about. It’s my own damn fault anyway, I am the man with the knives... just wish he hadn’t cheapshot me.”

Hearing about how dangerous Diego’s everyday life was made your heart clench. Despite never really talking about each other’s feelings, you began to like him almost immediately. Even after he tried to shank you.

You wished he was more careful, less reckless, and maybe more concerned about dying. Maybe then you’d have a chance with him. Your lifestyle was in a completely different stratosphere from Diego’s. While you stayed quiet while trying to just live each day at a time, Diego seemed to risk every single day.

Not at all concerned for his precious life, while you... quite literally avoided any and all danger. That is until Diego Hargreeves stumbled into your life, pulling apart the seams of your perfect façade of happiness.

“He stabbed me.” From the tone of his voice, he clearly wasn’t speaking to you, just mumbling out loud. “Can’t believe that bastard stabbed me-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t move, you’ll rip the stitches!” You pushed Diego back down onto the couch and he winced, “Stay still you idiot.”

“Idiot? Ouch, that hurt more than my nearly fatal stab wound.” You rolled your eyes at him. Suddenly Diego smiled, “Why do you help me? ‘Specially when I give you such a hard time?”

You shrugged, “You don’t have anybody, I know what that feels like...” You glanced down at your hands, the roll of gauze stark white unlike the bloodied pieces on the coffee table.

A tanned hand was placed on top of both of your hands, “What’s up with you? You’re quieter, haven’t talked my ears off for showin’ up so damn late.”

“Just... worried,” Diego raised an eyebrow in question, “About you, my job, this... weird cult that’s recently appeared out of nowhere. And just, everything in general.”

Diego chuckled lightly, “You worry too much, you need to lighten up. Life ain’t that bad.”

“How wonderful advice, D...” You deadpanned and in response, Diego rolled his eyes.

“Come on, for real, what’s wrong? Did I push you too far this time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, D. I don’t mind helping you, sure my sleep schedule is fucked. But like I said tonight, last week, etc. Everyone needs somebody.” You tried to muster up a smile.

“Still didn’t answer me chico/a,”

A sigh left your lips before you could push it aside, “Because I’m worried about you killing yourself before I get the courage to tell you-” You cut yourself off before you could reveal your feelings. It was unrealistic to have feelings for someone after knowing them for less than three months.

Diego tilted his head to the side, “Tell me what?” Your cheeks grew hot in embarrassment, “I know you’re embarrassed, you always chew the inside of your lip when you get flustered, what do you have to tell me?”

“I like you, D... a damn lot, but I keep telling myself that there’s no way you’d ever look at me in any other light than your personal doctor... and I just-”

The feeling of Diego’s lips on your hand startled you, “Don’t worry, I like you too, Y/N/N. What’s not to like? You’re smart, kind, not to mention handsome... I’d be an idiot to not like you.”

Your voice caught in your throat as you tried to process what he said, “You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Of course not, it’s just like you said, everyone needs somebody. You’re my somebody... and I hope I’m yours, but it’d make sense if I wasn’t-” You cut Diego off with a light kiss on the cheek, “Is that a yes?”

You nodded with a smile and Diego leaned forward to close the gap between you two, he looked in your eyes, clearly asking for permission and you nodded. When Diego pushed himself up to catch your lips, he groaned in pain and fell backwards.

The two of you laughed at him, “Damn it, the one time I’m too hurt, is the one time I get to kiss you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll come to you, D.”

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Saviour | J.S.

A/N: I made it!! So sorry it took me so long! Law school is STRESSING me out, I’m sorry :(. Also, I decided to only include the second prompt (34.) because I’ve already written something with prompt 22. and I just wasn’t feeling using that one a second time. That means this probably isn’t really what you (Anon) wanted, but I hope you still like it 🥺. Feel free to give me some feeback, no matter what kind! Love you all! ❤️

Another thing I’d like to say is that I really enjoy writing longer requests (1500+ words). That’s the reason I don’t publish as frequently. I hope you all understand. 😊

Request: “Can you do 22. “We are not just friends and you know it too.” 34. “I love you. So much. With John Shelby please” by Anon

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2647

Type: fluffff

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The water in the pot on the stove was already boiling, but you hadn’t yet finished cutting up the potatoes, which were then meant to go in it. You quickly salted the water, finished up the chopping and dropped all of the evenly cut pieces into the pot. A few hot splashes hit your arm, making you curse under your breath. While you let the potatoes cook in the water, you gave the meat and vegetables in the oven a quick check-up and glanced at the clock on the wall. The kids would be home from school anytime.

A smile appeared on you face when you thought about them. Even though they weren’t your biological children, you loved them as if they were, caring deeply for each and every one of them. Especially Katie. She was so attentive, often helping you around the house and with the rest of the wild bunch, even though she was only the second oldest. But the maturity difference between her and her one-year older brother Henry was more than obvious. You knew it was wrong to have a favourite child, but she did have a special place in your heart. She may be too young now, but one day, when she’d be older you would tell her about how she’d been the main reason you felt at home so quickly with John and his children. At the beginning, you had been very insecure about joining a family that was so big already, particularly because you were still very young and hadn’t had any kids of your own. It had been quite overwhelming in the first few weeks after moving in with John. Of course, you had met the four before and had spent time with them, played games together. But moving in and suddenly having to take care of them had been a huge difference and step for you. Your mother had been sceptical when you told her about what your future looked like when agreeing to be a part of John’s family. She had thought that because he already had four children, he wouldn’t want any more, leaving you without any of your own. But when you showed up at her house a few weeks ago, announcing you were pregnant with your first child, all of her worries were washed away immediately, and she had praised John for being such a wonderful husband and father.

And he really was wonderful. He was all you’d ever need in your life. He treated you like a queen, was there whenever you needed help with the kids and respected your wish for him to never be away more than two days in a row. Whenever he could he would be there for supper, spending time with his children and doing that, because it meant a lot to him and not just because he felt obliged to.

John was an amazing husband and a wonderful father. Whenever you felt overwhelmed by the demanding nature of the four he would be there to comfort you and tell you what a lovely job you did and that you were a perfect mother to them and how much they loved you, even if they didn’t show it very often.

“I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you,” he often murmured into the crook of your neck when the two of you laid in bed together, cuddling before you went to sleep. “The kids are so much more well-behaved since you’re here and there is a lot less fighting between each other. You’ve really worked wonders, Y/N.”

And you knew those were genuine words. John never said something just to simply make you feel better. It had to have meaning and come from the heart. And those words did.

“You’re so sweet, John,” you would whisper back.

The day you found out you were pregnant, you weren’t able to contain your excitement, rushing over to the Shelby company and bursting into his office unannounced. John had never seen his wife so happy, your contagious happiness flowing over to him, making him leave work that instant and taking you out on a spontaneous car-date to the country.

All those moments had been lovelier that you had ever expected your life to be before you had John. He and the kids had been a dream come true. Not one you had expected, but one you had needed.

The high-pitched yelling of Katie snapped you out of your thoughts, almost making you drop the spoon you had been holding in your hand the entire time. You whipped your head around alarmed, looking nervously out of the kitchen into the living room. Only seconds later she showed up, clearly shaken by something that had happened. Her hair was totally dishevelled, indicating that she’d been running, and her face was flushed, her eyes opened widely.

“Katie! Love, what happened? You look terrible!” you exclaimed, throwing your hand in front of your mouth in shock.

“Henry!” she panted and ran towards you. “Mom, you need to help him!”

You kneeled down to the little girl and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Help him with what, Katie? What happened to him?”

“He’s going to die!” she squeaked panicky. Her statement made your heart start to race in your chest, making you panic as well. You tried to hide your reaction and asked her again what had happened and where her brother was.

Finally, Katie was able to calm down a little and find the right words to explain the situation. “He fell into the Cut, mum! You need to help him, he can’t swim!”

That was all you needed to hear to let everything fall and burst out of the house without even putting on a coat, Katie following closely behind you. The wintery air was icy and piercing, but you ignored it completely. The only thought that was occupying your mind at the moment was Henry.

“Where did he exactly fall into the Cut, Katie?” you shouted to the girl and she pointed out the direction you had to go.

Your head was spinning. Was he still struggling, or had he given up already? What if he’d already been under water for too long? Has somebody maybe helped him in the meantime? What if you were too late?

“There!” you heard Katie exclaim behind you, pointing her finger one more time.

Next to the edge of the canal you spotted your two other children standing there helplessly. When they saw you running towards them, they both started shouting simultaneously, making the circumstances even more hectic.

“Where is he?” you yelled at them maybe a little too harshly, but you didn’t have time to think about the tone in your voice. And you were sure they understood.

They both just looked directly into the water in front of them.

Immediately, you noticed the outline of a tiny human being at the bottom of the Cut. Reflexively, you pushed yourself off the edge of the canal and plunged into the water, diving down to the boy. The water was ice cold and unbelievably dirty, making you wonder how you’d been able to see Henry lying at the ground. It was twice as hard detecting anything under water, making you panic for a second when you thought you’d lost him. But exactly in that moment your outstretched arms came in contact with Henry’s body. Your hands grabbed his clothes frantically, pulling him to your chest and getting back up to the surface. When yours and Henry’s heads popped back up from the canal, you could hear the other three children cheer.

“Help me get him out of the water!” you instructed them, lifting Henry’s body halfway out of the water. Even though the other three were only little kids, they had enough strength to pull their brother out of the Cut together. You pushed yourself out of the canal right afterwards, letting yourself fall to your knees next to the boy.

It didn’t take you long to realise that Henry wasn’t breathing and start screaming for help like a mad woman. But it helped. Only a few moments passed when three men rushed towards the group of you and instantly sent one of them off to call an ambulance.

After that, everything was a blur. When Henry got picked up by the ambulance, you brought the rest of the kids home and straight away set off to the hospital. You didn’t even notice Katie following you until after you arrived at the reception. Seeing the girl show up next to you out of nowhere snapped you back into reality. “Katie! Bloody hell, you scared me!”

She looked up to you confused, probably not understanding why you hadn’t seen her walking behind you all this time.

“Why didn’t you stay at home like I told you?” you asked her, your voice now much softer again.

Her eyes were glossy when she locked your eyes with hers. “I’m so scared for Henry.”

Those words made your heart shatter. “Oh, darling …”

You bent down and pulled the girl into your arms, giving her a tight hug. “He’s going to be alright.”

Although, truth be told, you had no idea he was going to be alright. You didn’t even know if Henry was still alive.

“Mrs. Shelby?”

The voice of a young nurse sounded behind you. You got back up and turned around to the lady. “Yes?”

“Please follow me.”

You gulped and nodded, then looked down at Katie who was already staring up at you nervously and grabbed her clammy little hand. The two of you followed the nurse through the dimly lit hallways until she halted in front of the door to room 118.

“He’s in here. Alive, but still unconscious. Although we’re expecting him to wake up in the next few hours.”

Your heartbeat immediately calmed down. There hadn’t been anything else you had longed for to hear from any of the hospital staff. He was alive. That was all that mattered. That was all you cared about in this moment.

“Could you do me a favour?” you asked the nurse.

“Of course. How can I help you?”

“Would it be possible for you to call my husband, John Shelby?” you said. With the name recognition your husband and his brothers had, you knew she knew exactly where to call.

“Certainly,” she answered kindly. You thanked the nurse for her help and pushed down the door handle, stepping into the equally gloomy atmosphere of the room. Katie was right beside you, pressing herself against your waist, unsure about what was expecting her.

Henry was lying on his back, the sheets pulled up to his chin, breathing calmly and rhythmically. He looked content, his facial expression giving you the feeling as if everything was alright.

You walked over to the bed, pulled a chair next to it and sat down. Then you waved Katie over to you, making her sit on your lap.

“He’s going to be okay, Katie,” you whispered to her, while having your arms wrapped around waist, holding her tightly.

“Thank you for saving him, mummy,” she whispered back.

You’ve belonged to this family for a few years now, but you still hadn’t gotten used to John’s kids calling you mum. Nothing in the world made your heart as happy as those tiny people accepting you as their mother.

“I wouldn’t have been able to save him if it wasn’t for you,” you told her and kissed the top of her head. “I should be thanking you, Katie.”

“I’m kind of like a hero!” she exclaimed happily.

You giggled. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

You’d been watching Henry quietly for a while, when you heard the door burst open suddenly. Your head snapped around and your eyes caught a distraught John standing in the doorway.

“I came as fast as I could!” he panted, rushing over to the three of you.

“He’s going to be alright,” you assured your husband and smiled at him. “We’re only waiting for him to wake up.”

John kneeled down next to you and the bed, never taking his eyes off of Henry. He lifted his hand up to the boy’s head and gently stroked his hair. It was silent while he gazed upon his son, probably slowly taking in the fact that he had almost died.

You pulled away one of your arms from around Katie’s waist and laid your now free hand on John’s shoulder, letting him know that you were there for him.

You saw him lifting his other hand up to yours on his shoulder, placing it on top of it.

“You really are an angel on earth, Y/N,” you heard him say quietly. “The nurse told me what had happened.”

You smiled at his comment. “I’m just doing what any mother would do.”

“You’re too good,” he said, taking his hand away from Henry’s head and grabbing yours on his shoulder. Then he turned around and faced you, still kneeling on the floor.

“Even though you aren’t their real mother, you treat them as your own,” he said, gazing up to you, his blue eyes getting teary. “And even though you’re pregnant you jumped into the water …”

It wasn’t that you’d forgotten that you were pregnant, but when Katie had told you that her brother had fallen into the Cut, there wasn’t a second you hesitated to save him. There was no way you were valuing one child’s life more than the other.

“The baby’s going to be alright as well, just like Henry,” you told John in a sweet voice, trying to stop him from worrying and feeling bad for not being there to save his son.

John gave your hand, that he was still holding in his, a soft kiss. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, John,” you whispered.

Katie was starting to squirm in your grip. You looked down at the girl in your lap and laughed. “Do you want to get off?”

She nodded vehemently. Immediately, you let her slide off of your lap. She ran over to the window and peeked out of it, observing what was happening on the grounds in front of the hospital.

You turned your gaze back to John. “Please stop looking at me as if you’re feeling guilty about what has happened.”

“I feel guilty because I let my pregnant wife jump into canal and–“

You saw his eyes move to your still wet clothes. “Bloody hell Y/N, are you still wearing the same clothes you jumped into the water with?!”

“I didn’t have time to–“

But John didn’t let you finish your sentence and jumped up, shaking off his coat. “Love, please put this around you, you must be freezing!”

He wrapped the coat around your shoulders and started rubbing your upper arms in attempt to warm you up. Up until him mentioning you still wearing your dripping clothes, you had totally forgotten that you were actually really cold.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, giving him a smile.

“You’re the most amazing wife,” John said, locking his gorgeous eyes with yours, giving you the most adoring look.

You caressed his cheek lovingly. “And you have the most amazing daughter.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, confused about your change of subject.

You nodded and told him about how Katie had been the reason you even knew that Henry had fallen into the canal.

John looked over to his daughter, who was still peeking out of the window curiously. The look on his face was full of love and admiration. “I really have the most perfect family on earth.”

You cupped his face in your hands and turned his head back to you again. Then you pulled him into a long, deep kiss, confirming his statement. There was absolutely no doubt about that.

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Unexpected Visitor [Skephalo]

I’ve been in the mood to write a lot lately. In fact, I will most likely post another fanfic soon. ^-^ Anyways, Darryl and Zak finally get to see each other for the first time in real life. However, there is a third person in the mix. I put a bunch of effort into it, so I hope you enjoy!

Darryl cannot recall the last time he's been this nervous, excited, and eager for something so much. He was currently driving in his car, shaking like a leaf as every single emotion was going haywire.

"Alright, calm down Noveschosch. You're only coming over to see a friend. This is not something to get so..." As much as he tried, his thoughts couldn't stop his heart from exploding in excitement. He broke out into a goofy smile and a blush as he screamed to himself. "I'M GOING TO SEE SKEPPYYY!"

Darryl then let out a startled yelp when a car honked behind him. He continued to pay attention to the road, a little embarrassed that he got himself distracted. He went back to grinning not even a second later though. Maybe he’s a bit too eager to see him.

Darryl couldn't really help it though. He had always wanted to meet up with Zak for ages. It was almost unbelievable that it took them this long to see each other. He thought it was even more unbelievable that it was finally happening!

It all started a couple of weeks ago. The both of them were wrapping up an event on Minecraft. They were congratulating the winner and sending money to their PayPal. Zak and Darryl talked for a little bit afterwards, discussing plans.

"So, I actually might not be online for a while since I'm eventually going to pack up my monitor." Zak made an effort to keep a straight face as Darryl made a noise in confusion. "You're packing your monitor away? Why?"

"Well actually, I should probably start packing everything else before that." Zak chuckled.

"What? ...Wait." Darryl gasped. "You're moving?"

"Yeah! I'm finally moving out of my apartment." Zak grinned wide, no longer wanting to contain the secret. "I may or may not have found a house available in Florida."

"Aw well that's great news! I'm really happy for-" Darryl stopped talking and felt his heart skip a beat. Did his ears hear that previous statement correctly? "I-I'm sorry what... what did you just say?"

Zak giggled at Darryl's moment of disbelief. "I said that I may or may not be moving into a house in Florida. 1234 on ___ road." Darryl swore he stopped breathing for a second when it was confirmed what he heard was true.

That was his state.

The address didn't sound that far from his apartment.

He would be able to visit him.

"Ohmygoodness!!! Skeppy!!!" Darryl squealed, almost jumping from his chair in exhilaration. Zak started laughing since he was almost as excited as the other. Darryl was stumbling over his words.

"Do you realize that- I- This is- Oh my gosh! You better not be messing with me or I will-"

"Hehe, Nope! I'm 100% moving to Florida."

"Okay, then.." Darryl let out a small squeal of joy. "We should meet up! After everything gets set up in your new house, let's see each other right away!"

Zak smiled, a warm blush creeping up his neck. "I was thinking the same thing."

Then the weeks went by. Darryl insisted to drive over there when Zak got settled in. They were even debating on the possibilities on where to go to. Now the day is finally here.

He finally arrived in front of Zak's house. Darryl's nerves suddenly skyrocketed and he couldn't stop smiling. He really couldn't pinpoint why he was this anxious, but he decided to take a moment and take deep breaths before stepping outside.

After a few minutes of calming down, he walked up to the door and paused. His eyebrows furrowed, hearing laughter from the inside. Darryl easily identified Zak's endearing laugh, but he also heard someone unfamiliar laughing along.

Darryl knocked on the door and heard Zak's muffled talk. His eagerness was returning and he heard someone inside practically dashing towards the door.

Zak quickly opened the door and beamed when he saw the slightly taller man with brown hair and green eyes. "Bad!"

Darryl's heart swelled with joy seeing Zak's dark brown eyes and raven colored hair. "Skeppy!"

Darryl squeezed him into a hug, almost knocking him over. Zak immediately hugged back as he laughed cheerfully. Neither of them wanted to let go for a while. "Dude! You're so early!" Darryl blushed a bit and smiled wide. "Well I- I really wanted to see you as soon as possible! Don't judge me!"

When both of them finally let go of each other, Darryl noticed another person who was sitting on the couch. It was a woman with long red hair, freckles, and pretty blue eyes. She was staring at them with a curious look on her face.

She started to walk over there with a smile. "Hello, who do we have here?" Zak turned around and smiled at her. "Oh! Veronica, this is Bad! Er- Well I guess I should call him Darryl now." Darryl gave a polite smile. "Hi."

"Bad? Darryl? ..Wait a minute." She pointed at him. "You're badboyhalo, aren't you?" Zak raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you rarely watch my videos."

"Yeah, and I've seen him in almost every single one I watched!" She laughed. "Like what the hell, does he make up like 95% of your channel or something?!" Zak laughed as he felt heat rising up his cheeks. "No he doesn't, shut the hell up!"

Darryl awkwardly smiled at the two, suppressing the urge to say language to the both of them. "So um, your name is Veronica?" She nodded and held out her hand. Darryl took it and she gave a firm handshake. "Yep! Name's Veronica! Nice to meet you Darryl!"

Zak put a hand on her shoulder. "Veronica and I have known each other since high school. We sort of kept in touch a bit." He nervously laughed. "She also sort of... barged in here unannounced. " Veronica laughed.

"Hey! I didn't barge in here, you invited me in!"

"Well yeah, but you were the one who suddenly showed up unexpectedly!"

"What else did you expect me to do when you said you were here in Florida?" She snickered. "Next time, you can barge into my dorm at in inconvenient time so that we are even!"

The two giggled at their antics. Darryl smiled at the two, yet also couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his heart. "They seem very close together. Are they... No, he would tell me if there were, right? Wait. Why would I feel bad if they were? ..Should I just leave them be?"

"Hey Ske- er um, Zak? You think we could hang out another day? I'd feel bad if I just interrupt you two catching up." Veronica's eyes widen and tried to say something until Zak wrapped his arms around Darryl's left arm. "Nonono don't leave!"

Darryl looked at him and felt his face start to redden when Zak continued whining. "Please don't leave! I've been excited to have you here for weeks, please?" Zak was looking at him with puppy eyes. Darryl felt his heart melt. How could he say no to that?

"Fine you muffin, I'll stay." Zak smiled brightly and fully hugged him. Darryl returned the hug and saw Veronica staring at them again, this time with a grin. Zak let go and look down at himself.

"I should probably go change though. I was going to get ready until somebody invaded my house!" Veronica only cackled in response. Zak smiled, shook his head, and went to the bathroom.

The two were sitting in awkward silence for a bit as Zak was away. Veronica wanted to break the ice first, so she decided to ask a question. "So how long have you two loved each other?" Darryl immediately felt his face burn up. "W-What?!"

She nervously laughed in embarrassment as she realized that probably wasn't the best question to ask. "What I meant to say was, how long have you two known each other?"

Darryl calmed down a bit. "Oh, we've.. known each other for a couple years."

"Ah.." A few more seconds of silence went by. She decided to make Darryl talk some more about Zak in order to break the silence. "So, what was it like when you first met him?"

Oh this was definitely going to take a while.

Darryl talked about the time Zak "applied" to be staff on his server. He recalled how absolutely frustrating and infuriating it was back then. Despite that though, it was now a fond memory to look back to. Not only did he hit 100k subscribers that time, but he grew close to someone who was now one of his best friends.

Darryl's face glowed as he warmly smiled. He wouldn't trade that moment for all the muffins in the world. The red head couldn't stop smiling throughout the whole thing.

"Wow... he really is a lot more different now! Though, I guess his trolly nature didn't leave." She laughed. "Ahh some things never change." This made Darryl curious. "What was he like in high school? What's different?"

"Well first, I don't want to go too much into detail, but let's just say Zak and I kind of hung around with the wrong people." Darryl nodded, recalling that he had said something like that long ago.

"In our old friend group, he was known for messing around with a lot of people. But he was also known for being cold sometimes, not really caring about others or anything at all really." Darryl was surprised. That definitely didn't sound like the Zak he knew at all.

Veronica kind of looked a bit down as she continued. "Most of us were basically jerks and a bunch of morons together. Zak must've realized this and eventually faded from the group. I liked Zak the most out of everyone, so I eventually left as well."

She smiled a little. "I think we're the only ones out of the group who stayed on good terms. I'm happy because I used to not care about my studies, but now I'm in college." Veronica lightly snickered. "One of us had to be the smart one, am I right?"

Darryl slightly chuckled and she proceeded. "As for Zak, I can't believe he's a youtuber now and well... Has he ever told you how lucky he is to have friends like you? He probably wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for you."

"Hahaha, Aww that's not true. It sounded like he turned his life around, which I'm glad to hear! He made a lot of other friends and it's great that you two stayed in touch for that long."

"Yeah but-" She looked at the bathroom door and looked back at Darryl. "Don't tell him I said this, okay?" He was confused but slowly nodded anyways. "I may not know about this exactly, but going off from the goo goo eyes he has whenever he looks at you, I have a feeling that he loves you."

Darryl looked stunned, feeling a blush slowly creep up his neck. "What? ..What are you talking about?" She started to laugh. "Oh come on, don't play dumb with me!"

Her eyes darted to the side, trying to find the right words. "Zak and I keep in touch, but we don't talk a whole lot. Almost every time we do though, he mentions you the most out of all his friends!"

Darryl felt his heart pound as she smiled at him sincerely. "I don't know if you have any idea how much you mean to him. He's never hugged anyone like that before... I've never seen him this happy before. He absolutely adores you."

Darryl looked at the floor, his face being a lovely shade of red. He already knows he was smiling like a love struck fool while Veronica was grinning at the sight, thinking to herself. "Can't really hide it now, can you?"

"He... D-Do you really think he-" Darryl got cut off as he heard the bathroom door open. Zak looked a bit freshened up wearing new clothes. Darryl looked away trying to calm down while Veronica acted like nothing interesting was going on.

"Finally! What the hell were you doing in there?! Putting make-up on?!" Zak bursts out laughing. "No I'm not wearing-! Why don't you try wearing make-up?!" She dramatically gasped and stood up, putting a hand on her hip.

"Did you just call me ugly!? Bitch how dare you, I'm fabulous!" Zak laughed some more while Darryl made a face but also smiled a bit. "Language!"

Zak sat right next to Darryl laughing a bit. "Oh yeah, swearing in front of Bad is a big no no at all times." She chuckled. "Okay? I guess I'll try to keep that in mind."

All three of them hung around the house for a bit. Darryl and Zak were still sitting next to each other, trying to decide where they want to go. Even though they discussed this before, they still can't really decide. The both of them were arguing where to eat. Darryl was on his phone suggesting many places on google maps.

"Okay so what about this place? It’s the closest one from here."

"Nah, I ate there yesterday."

"Oh well then, is there anything that you're craving?"

"Nah, I'm good with whatever."

"What about this pizza place then?"

"Nah, I'm not in the mood for thin crust."

Darryl felt his eye twitch. "Oh my goodness you fatty just pick something already!"

Zak giggled and pointed at a random location on his phone. "What about here?"

"THAT IS A CEMETERY YOU MUFFIN HEAD!"

Zak bursts out laughing as the two continued to bicker back and forth. Veronica was also laughing in the background, enjoying the show. Darryl let a noise of frustration out and faced Zak, inches away from his face.

"You are driving me up the wall, Zak! Stop it!" Zak smirked and didn't budge from his spot. "Or else what?" Veronica let out a loud laugh and speed walked to the door

"Oh my god, I can't! I'm out! GET A ROOM YOU TWO! Jesus Christ!"

Both of their faces went red. Zak jolted away him while Darryl sat in flustered silence "Wh- What do you- Where are you going?!"

Veronica laughed and shouted. "I'm headin out! I'm not about to be the third wheel on your first date with him!"

Zak shrieked. "WE AREN'T DATING! And you don't even have to leave!"

She smugly smiled. "Nah I think I've stayed here long enough." She winked. "Good luck you two~." As she closed the door, the both of them could hear her muffled cackles from here.

Darryl snapped out of his trance while the other was flabbergasted on what just happened. "So... is this a date Skeppy?" Darryl giggled, slightly joking but also wishing for it to be true.

Zak just groaned, too embarrassed at this point. "I hate both of you." Darryl only giggled and hugged him. "Aw, I love you too." Zak hesitantly hugged back while the both of them sat in comfortable silence for a bit. Darryl slowly let go and took out his phone.

"You know what? I feel like ordering takeout instead of going out to eat. Is that alright with you? And then we can go someplace fun afterwards?"

Zak lightly smiled, staring at him. "Sure.. I'd like that."

Few seconds of silence passed He looked up at his phone to see Zak staring at him. Darryl lightly smiled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zak grinned, feeling his face warm up. "I just.. still can't believe you're in front of me right now." Zak lightly touched his left cheek as they both looked into each other's eyes.

"..going off from the goo goo eyes he has whenever he looks at you, I have a feeling that he loves you."

"..he loves you."

Darryl felt like he was burning up, suddenly feeling shy. He slightly looked away from him. "I-I'm.. really happy to see you too.."

Zak leaned against his shoulder, pointing at Darryl's phone. "What about this place right here?" Darryl leaned on Zak's head. "Ooh! I’ve tried the food there before, it’s really good. I'll call the place."

The both of them didn't move from their place, smiling to themselves. They could get used to this. It was really peaceful and nice. Really, really nice. It was a quiet moment...

Until they both started to quarrel over who gets to pay for the food.

[End]

Sooo I have to ask, how was Veronica?

I got the idea to write a character like her because almost every time I see a random woman in a Skephalo fanfic, they are either someone who wants one of the boys or a really jealous ex-girlfriend.

I decided to make her a very straightforward person who.. may be a bit too comfortable and a bit invasive for her own good, but still a kind person.

I would love some feedback! I don’t talk a lot, but I really love seeing you guys comment/reblog and like. It always makes me smile! ^w^

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #my writing #fanfiction #if you made it to the end i love you <3

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syms-things-5 · 4 years

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Clear The Area - Chapter Eight

Previous Chapter Here

Warning: Language. NSFW. Unprotected sex (be careful guys)

Notes: Apologies this is a little (a lot) longer than planned, but hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chris knew this would more than likely be the last time he would see his friends for a while. The reshoots loomed ever closer, the knot in his stomach was getting tighter, and he was growing more and more unnerved at the prospect of what was lying ahead of him. He was determined to make the most of this night as much as he physically could.

He showered and made himself vaguely presentable, ignoring the navy Chanel sweater and trousers that had arrived earlier that morning and opting instead for a plain white tee and jeans. His favourite red belt made a special appearance. He began regretting his decision to allow his management team to redecorate his pad in order to make it “friendlier on the eye” as soon as he took stock of his open lounge. They’d shifted some of the furniture around, added some fresh flowers and balloons here and there, and taken down the photograph of a family trip to Disney that used to be hanging in the entrance hallway. There was also a distinctly sweet and fragrant smell of freesias wafting through the air. It smelled like Springtime and positivity. He hated it.

Just a few “unfiltered” photographs, they said. Nothing too intrusive of stressful. Now, however, they were looking to cover up the potential fall-out from his fling with Jenny after she’d helpfully announced the day before that she was starting divorce proceedings. Matt had taken to messaging him at half-hour intervals to remind him his house needed to be bustling with as many people as possible even if he didn’t know them all personally. He needed to look carefree, he was instructed, and unbothered by whatever may be going on in somebody else’s private life because it had nothing to do with him, right? Maybe flirt a little bit. Bring out the “big guns” and the Boston “bro” personality his fans loved to see. For God’s sake, just try to look as single as possible.

People weren’t due to start arriving until 7 but it didn’t stop Chris from drinking almost as soon as he had woken up, calling on Scott and a couple of his oldest pals to come and join him for some pre-party beers.

“Woah.” said Gary, walking in closely behind Scott, carrying a crate of Budweiser. He rook one exaggerated sniff of the perfumed air surrounding him. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say we’d come to the wrong place!”

“Are we allowed to touch anything?” joked Scott, mocking him by tip-toeing in past the guys.

“Don’t ask. Just do whatever you like, please. I need it to at least feel like it’s still my home.” Chris scratched his head in disbelief. It looked more like something featured on the ‘gram of a would-be influencer than the home of a 30-something bachelor who had no time for soft furnishings and Feng Shui.

“Bro, it’s your birthday! You could at least look happy about it.”

Chris wasn’t drunk enough to muster much more than a half-smile at his brother at that point but figured a few more beers might encourage him to lighten up. He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He was about to follow the lads into his kitchen when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. If it was Matt bugging him one more time, he swore he’d throw the phone out of the window.

Unknown 1.09pm

Happy birthday sweetie. Can’t wait to see you again x

“Who’s that?” said Scott as he emerged from the kitchen, beer in hand.

Chris just shook his head. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Gradually as the hours passed by, a steady stream of people started making their presence known. Most parties Chris threw rarely went off as originally organised but he didn’t much care. It was always implied that his downtown apartment had an open-door policy when it came to friends and family turning up unannounced. Hell, many would stay for days at a time and he wouldn’t care. If he was holding a party or a game night, people could just show up whenever they felt like it even if Chris himself wasn’t awake or ready to greet them in person.

The vibe soon started picking up and the music was louder now. Scott had made various playlists and was doing the duty of hosting people better than Chris, who had been glued to his phone on and off for most of the afternoon. More and more of his friends arrived with their partners and Chris would give them a bro-shake but pretty much leave them to it. It was...odd. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was growing concerned that his brother wasn’t much enjoying his birthday celebrations. The table in the hallway was rife with gifts and cards, and the beer and alcohol levels were not in danger of diminishing any time soon. Chris had gone overboard on catered food but he himself had yet to touch anything. That was a danger sign, Scott thought. Last thing he needed was a drunk and melancholy actor on his hands this earlier in the evening. Thankfully, Chris perked up as soon as he saw his mom and Shanna arrive, and Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hello darling. Happy birthday!” Lisa called out to him and embraced him in a typical motherly hug, all stretched arms and smiles, running her hand under his chin as he pulled away. “How is everything?”

“Yeh, all good. Thanks mom. You look great!” Chris moved in to kiss her on the cheek again before pulling back to allow Scott his turn. “Wow, Shan, I really didn’t think you could make that shade of yellow look even more grotesque but you did it!”

When she was sure Lisa couldn’t see her, Shanna flipped him the bird. Chris feigned offense before wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulders and walking her towards the lounge. “Baby sis, you can’t be mean to me on my birthday.”

“Ugh...I really can’t handle you when I don’t have a drink in my hand.”

“Then let’s fix that!”

Chris shifted past a few friends, all greeting him and patting him on the back as he and his sister moved by. Several faces he didn’t recognise so Matt would be proud of him, he thought. “So, is Sarah travelling separate to you guys?” Chris asked, finally taking one of the wrapped boxed out of his mom’s hands.

“I think so. Do you want these in the fridge or in the pantry for later?” Lisa asked indicating the cupcakes she’d been asked to pick up on the way over.

“Um, just leave them there for now, it’s fine.”

Before he got a chance to speak to his mother again, it was too late. He watched as she was grabbed by Josh and his new girlfriend and started to make her way around her son’s oldest friends, greeting them all as though she hadn’t seen them in years. Shanna reappeared next to him, rifling through the bottles of vodka until she landed on her favourite.

“Is Sarah not coming then?” Chris asked, more concerned this time than no one seemed to know exactly where she was.

“Not if you’re going to continue being a dick to her, she’s not.” Shanna turned around to Chris’s fridge and began perusing the selection of mixers. “Where’s the cranberry juice?”

“It’s inside the door.” He responded. Shanna couldn’t see for looking but finally located the carton of juice and poured a fraction of what she needed into the glass before topping it up with a very generous amount of vodka. “I was kind hoping to apologise to her in person actually. Is she still really upset? She hasn’t answered my texts.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, you were out of like, Chris. But yes, she’ll be here, I’m sure. I think she just had something to do first.”

Chris knew Shanna was hiding something from him. She was a terrible liar.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He grabbed the glass from her hands. “I am not looking after you tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Scott reappeared alongside them, merrier than before and holding a small plate of food for Chris. “Why don’t you ‘mingle’ mingle? Your audience awaits, kind Sir.”

Just as Chris was about to protest, his phone vibrated again in his pocket.

Unknown 9.22pm

I hope you’re having a great time tonight. The party looks amazing! Can’t wait to catch up with you properly x

At some point around 10pm, Chris escaped. He retreated to his little hideout behind a tree that gave him a clear view of his property without the pressure of being spotted by anyone inside. His phone had buzzed a couple more times and he was now sure if was Jenny reaching out to him. She’d been leaving little heart emojis on some photographs that had already appeared online. He felt a little sick and just needed to get away from the crowds, now tipsier than he was, annoyingly. He took the cigarette he’d bunged from a friend and lit it, savouring the feeling. In that moment was possibly the calmest he’d felt all day.

“Who are you hiding from, birthday boy?” Chris knew it would be Scott who would find him eventually.

Chris shrugged. “No one. Just needed the air.”

“Yeh right. Mom knows you smoke by the way. No point hiding it now.” Scott took the cigarette and took a slow drag before handing it back to him. “Zach hates me smoking inside.”

“Is that why you started running?” Chris smirked.

“Running’s healthy. It’s all about balance.” Scott observed his brother for a moment. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all day. You’ve only had, what, three beers? That’s not like you.”

Chris shrugged unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact before his phone buzzed again. He quickly dove into his pocket to grab it but shifted uncomfortably when he saw who it was.

“Somebody’s keen.” Scott didn’t need to ask to know who it was. He could read his brother like a book. “Can’t believe she hasn’t got the message by now.” Scott continued to eye him, unsure of what was going through his head. “That’s not what’s got you down, is it? There’s nothing going on, is there?”

Chris glanced at his brother and shook his head. He knew he’d been caught out and at this point he was too tired to deny it. “I still haven’t heard from Sarah. I’ve tried apologising and it’s like she’s just ghosting me or something.”

“Stop being melodramatic. She lives with your sister. She’s not “ghosting” you, you dick.” His attempt to lighten the mood between them fell flat and he realised humour was going to be wasted on Chris this evening. “She’s got a lot on her plate right now, what with Charlotte and work and everything. Just give her a break, OK? It’s a tricky think she’s trying to navigate here.”

“I don’t know about that.” He shook his head slowly, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. “I said she was being ungrateful.”

Scott sighed. “Well, that’ll explain it. Hey, remember when Shan was a teenager and she got all those letters out of the blue?” Chris nodded at the distant memory. “I think the one thing we need to keep in mind here, with Sarah, is that she chose to reach back. She’s doing things her way and no one is forcing her. That’s gotta be a positive, right?”

Sarah felt like an idiot. She had no one to blame but herself. She couldn’t even lean on Shanna for support right now and she didn’t want to disturb Audrey at this hour if she was mid-celebration with Michael. She threw her coat on the stand and stood in the hallway of her apartment, bag swinging low. She kicked off her shoes and took off her tights to feel the coolness of the floor on the soles of her feet. It was a small comfort. The text message was still showing on her phone that was grasped in her hand as if she hadn’t been staring at it for the past three hours.

Charlotte 7.52pm

I’m so sorry. I thought I could do this. Please forgive me.

Sarah had decided to arrive at the venue a little earlier than they’d agreed to meet. She didn’t know what she was planning on doing by deciding that but she just knew she couldn’t sit around the flat any longer, her stomach was tied in knots. She hadn’t eaten much of anything that day but claimed she was saving herself for the extensive catering Chris would no doubt have laid on now that his guest list had multiplied.

She had spent some time getting ready with Shanna and Lisa but left her hair and make-up quite simple figuring she could add to it on the way to the party later on. She didn’t want to make an unfair first impression on Charlotte. She knew she didn’t want to look like she was a party girl but equally so, she didn’t want to appear to have given too much thought to what she was wearing to meet her in the first place. She wanted to remain as casual as possible which was some kind of weird irony given what was taking place.

She managed to make a relatively quiet exit as Lisa was helping zip up the back of Shanna’s jumpsuit telling them she’d be there as soon as she could. They didn’t ask her any questions. She just left and got into the cab that was waiting for her around the corner. A little under fifteen minutes later, she was outside the bar, trying to regulate her breathing. Maybe Charlotte was already inside? Maybe she had had the exact same thought and was having one for courage before they met? That thought made her laugh a little. She opened the door and gave her name to the rep who proceeded to show her to a nice booth in the far corner. Charlotte hadn’t arrived after all but Sarah had a clear eye on the door, as much good as it did her.

She poured herself another glass and wiped at the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to crying over someone she had never met. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to assume everything would work out despite evidence to the contrary.

Everyone was right. She was a fool.

She heard the door go but couldn’t face seeing Shanna. She swiped at her face as much as she could, trying to remove any and all hints of her crying. Shanna told her once she was jealous of how she could cry without her skin getting all red and blotchy.

She clocked the time and realised it was perhaps a little too early for her to be coming home unless Scott had shoved her into a taxi, which wouldn’t have surprised her. Loud music and a free bar were Shan’s undoing. She composed herself and waiting for Shanna to appear in the doorway, worse for wear, but everything had gone silent. Sarah got up and walked out of the kitchen, not sure what to expect but certainly not expecting to find Chris stood with his back against the foot, keys dangling between his fingers. He seemed smaller somehow.

His expression briefly turned towards guilt when he noticed she had been crying. He made a move towards her before ultimately deciding against it, preferring to remain still in her hallway. He looked awkward which was a feat in itself for someone who always seemed so...cool, she thought. It didn’t last long, though, a steeliness soon returning to his eyes.

“Hey,” said Sarah diffusing the silence. She suddenly became hyper-aware she was in the Chanel dress he’d given her to wear for his birthday party, the party she should have been at hours ago but instead chose to blow off carelessly in favour of meeting somebody who really shouldn’t have mattered. Shit, she thought. She was a terrible friend. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I really don’t know wh-”

“-You know, I could have done with seeing you there, Sarah. It’s been a fucking terrible day, I’ve had my team hounding me over this Jenny bullshit and having my friends around me would have made all the difference.”

“I just,” she wasn’t sure where to go from here. He’d become so cold in the last few moments. She wasn’t really expecting it but knew she’d pushed her luck a little too much this evening. “I had something I needed to do first, and-”

“I don’t ask for much from my family but the one thing I do expect is that they turn up when they say they’re gonna turn up. You understand me? It’s my fuckin’ birthday after all and you couldn’t even manage that.” He moved past her, ignoring the tears now burning at the corners of her eyes.

“Alright Chris, you’ve made your point.” she whispered. The room felt too small and Chris looked like he’d grown a foot out of pure frustration. She just wanted to go to bed and forget this day ever happened or at least get Chris to leave so she could feel pathetic in peace.

She could detect a faint small of tobacco coming from his breath now he was standing closer to her. “What was so important that you couldn’t make it? Must have been amazing to blow us off like that and please don’t tell me it was Greg. I didn’t think you of all people would sack family off for some fuck you’re ambivalent about at best.”

She felt like a scolded child. Actually, no, it felt worse than that. It felt like he was picking at her, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her but what that reaction was, she didn’t know. She took a breath and calmed herself. Her hands were shaking. She was pretty sure he noticed now.

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, as calmly as possible. “I’ve said I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, OK? Your family and friends were there and I was planning on dropping by.” She pleaded, her tone striving to be a little more even. She figured if she tried reasoning with him instead of pushing back it might allow them both to get out of this unscathed but he just scoffed.

“Dropping by? Well, gee, thank you for making me an afterthought, Sarah. I really appreciate that.”

“It’s not just you that’s had a crap night, OK?” She shouted before reigning herself in. She really didn’t want to fall out with him on top of everything else. “We all have shit to deal with. At least people turned up to see you. They care about you. They didn’t just leave you hanging around, wondering what you’d done wrong.”

Chris looked confused. He signed and placed his hands on his hips, unsure of what his next move would be. “What’s going on?”

She could feel herself tearing up again, her face getting hotter by the second. She hated crying in front of people and it invariably gave her a headache, one she’d most likely fail to overcome before bedtime. “I arranged to meet her this evening. I didn’t want to say anything to anyone until I’d seen her at least once but, um, she didn’t show.”

For once, Chris didn’t have any answers. If he had been thoughtful instead of the selfish asshole he recognised himself to be, he would have known to have shut his goddamn mouth. “Fuck, Sarah. I...I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” He took another step closer to her but she made no effort to react towards him. “You don’t deserve this.”

Sarah audibly scoffed. “Well, that’s a maybe. But hey, look, happy birthday! Looks like you were right all along! I’ll make sure to wrap it next time.”

“If I’d have known what you’ve been through today, I would have shut my mouth. You’re one of my best friends and I was just thinking of myself, like always.” He leaned against the doorframe and Sarah recognised how pathetic they both looked in that second.

“What kind of person do you have to be to reject someone twice?” Sarah whispered to herself more than anything. She gently banged her head against the doorframe in thought. She wasn’t looking for a response.

Silence passed between them for what felt like hours. They were good at being quiet around each other, neither feeling the need to dispel energy and not caring what the other was doing but this didn’t feel like those times before. She glanced across the doorway at him but didn’t recognise what was looking back at her so intently. He looked like he’d been suspended in motion and if it wasn’t for her tapping her foot on the wall behind her, she would have thought she had, too. Everything just seemed a little fuzzy now and there was a headache threatening her from behind her eyes.

Before she could move again, Chris had crossed what little space there was between them and went for her, his hands grabbing her face and pulling her into him. It was messy at first, their lips slightly out of line with each other and she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. He’d taken the breath straight from her, it felt like. The only thing she could do in that moment was to grab back at his hands that were holding her face but she didn’t feel like pulling them away. Not just yet. For the first time, she had some power over what was happening to her. She was tired of being a good person, being vulnerable for others to use whenever they felt like.

She felt his lips slowly move across hers, calmer now, while she stayed almost still in his grasp. She felt one hand leave her face and reappear on her lower back and he pulled her in to bring her closer. They must have occupied less than a square foot of space stood like this. Everything was silent apart from what Sarah assumed was her heart beating or perhaps that was his? She couldn’t separate them at this point, a perfect fit soon only disturbed by the shrill buzz from someone’s phone in their nearby vicinity.

“Fuck!” Chris whisper-shouted pulling away from her, biting his bottom lip. Sarah scrabbled around to find her bag in the hallway before signing when she saw who it was. She took a breath so as not to give the game away.

“Shan? No, it’s fine, honestly.” Chris could only hear one side of the conversation as she spoke on the phone but could instantly tell from Sarah’s inability to get a sentence out that Shanna was drunk and giving her the third degree. He wanted to grab the phone and smash it against the wall. “No, it’s no problem. Don’t worry, OK? Yes. Yes, I’ll see you in a bit. Alright. Bye, lovely.”

Sarah had turned away from Chris at this point and looked down at the phone in front of her. She pursed her lips, embarrassed that she could still feel him on her. She thought she might have been imagining things but that was definitely his hand gently touching her on her hip where he’d held her just moments ago. She turned around to face him but one look into his blue eyes and she felt like she was going to collapse on the floor. She was pretty sure he could feel her shaking but he kept his grip on her, trying to work out what she was thinking. She just shook her head slowly and in confusion at what transpired and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall to the bathroom hoping to get some privacy and some cold water on her face.

She didn’t get very far. Chris followed her and grabbed her wrist, swinging her back towards him until she crashed against him again, unsteady on her feet. There was no time to think before his lips were on hers again, harder than they were before. He had his arms around her waist and started walking her backwards towards...something, she couldn’t register what.

She briefly resisted his movements but after a few steps or so he made do with the wall next to her bedroom doorway. He pressed her hards against it, his hands now back cupping her face. She could feel how hard he had become with the way he pushed his crotch into her in an attempt to keep her still against him. She knew she didn’t want to break away again, she was tired of fighting and was ready to let it just wash over her. She grabbed at his sweater with both fists and moaned into his kiss.

She shoved him until he felt his back meet the opposite wall. The groan that left him was nothing short of filthy and something inside her snapped when she felt his hands fist in her hair while the other slipped down to grip her ass. She felt him pull up the hem of her dress, his fingers gently skimming the back of her thighs. He grabbed at her just underneath her ass and pulled her against him harder than before until they lost their balance and she ended up on top of him as he slid down the wall and hit the hard wood floor beneath them. They’d have bruises tomorrow but they didn’t care.

He desperately grabbed at the hem of her dress again, this time to feel her soft skin between her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and not to the touch, he couldn’t bear it. She felt like she was on fire. He managed to pull her panties to one side but she felt them rip as she furiously gripped at the belt on his trousers. He worked out pretty quickly what she was trying to do and took over for them both to release himself as quickly as possible. In one move he placed her where he wanted her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up just in time to see the look of pleasure on her face as he entered her, perhaps harder than he had intended to but she didn’t seem to mind.

Her eyes closed. He could see the blush covering her skin and her neck and he reached out to pull her face back to him as he motioned for her to move on top of him. He filled her, thrusting into her as much as he could from this angle and briefly regretted not keeping them up against the wall. He knew it would be over in a matter of seconds at this rate. They were both struggling to feel something. Make something of this godawful day.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way she was moving. He felt her wavering slightly as he quickly approached his own release, her eyes open now and looking down at him. Their staggered breaths were the only sound filling the space. He was so close and he knew she would be too but he couldn’t ignore the look of fear growing apparent on her face. The glazed look in his eyes felt like electricity coursing through her veins. She didn’t know it could feel as exciting as it did to be encouraged along by him like this, his hands firm on her hips, gliding her up and down, keeping him firmly inside her. She had to look away and she began to move faster, slightly out of rhythm now, scraping her knees against the floor on either side of him, pain that only served to heighten the pleasure.

She could feel him throbbing inside her as his legs began to shake and his breathing quickened. The sound of them both hitting the floor over and over again only served to push her on even more against her better judgement. It was too late to stop now. They would just have to deal with the consequences another time.

He tried to hold off from his own orgasm for as long as possible. He wanted more than anything to see her hit her peak as he held her hips tighter and moved her so she could take him harder. One of her hands pushed back against the wall behind him in order to find purchase and it was this move that ultimately caused them both to hit the point of no return.

He didn’t know who came first but it didn’t matter. After a few moments, their breathing started to even out, their skin showing that unmistakable sheen of sweat that only sex could give. Without thinking, he wrapped one arm around her waist and stroked the strands of hair out of her face. He wanted her to look at him as she continued to get her breathing under control but her eyes were too tightly shut. He look scuffed up from their actions and his pupils were blown wide open. She couldn’t even imagine the state she was in. If he could have found a little strength to speak in that moment, he would have told her she was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her look before. Perhaps wisely, he decided to save that for another time.

Oh fuck.

Sarah’s brain went into overdrive as she gradually came back to reality. Chris was trying to figure out what was going through her mind as he felt her slip off him and shuffle herself to the side, pulling the hem of her dress down in a rather redundant effort to protect her modesty. Her underwear was left wrapped around one ankle as she tried to move onto her knees to stand up. She wiped at her mouth with the side of her hand and in that moment, he thought she might start crying again.

“Fuck.” She rubbed her face with her hands. He didn’t think she meant for him to hear that. It was the last thing he thought he would hear her say. He made a grab for her hand but she avoided his grasp as she stood and, on shaky legs, walked back into the kitchen leaving him ruined on the floor against the wall, shaken in more ways than one.

She couldn’t register her surrounding. She felt like she was about to throw up. How could this have happened? How could she be so stupid?

She held herself as she contemplated all the things she would need to say to him to try and make this better. No words made sense in her mind and those that did, she could barely string together to form coherent sentences. She heard Chris enter the room behind her but he stopped just inside of the doorway seemingly as unable to speak as much as she was. This was bad, she thought. So fucking bad. She felt embarrassed when she eventually clocked his messed-up hair. He looked dazed by the whole thing. No doubt his back would be bearing the brunt of their heavy mistake.

she finally reached his eyes and was met with a shy smile and a look she didn’t quite recognise. Was it pity? Concern? Regret? All of the above most probably, she couldn’t quite tell.

“Sarah,” he whispered, swallowing. “I’m....” He took a couple of steps forwards, holding his hand out to reach her, offering what he thought would be some kind of solace.

“I think you need to get back to your party,” She said calmly, deflecting the situation, tears forming in her eyes.

“Sarah, please, I don’t want...”

“People are going to be wondered where you are, Chris. You should go.”

Chris tried to focus on her face in an attempt to find something there other than the shame she was failing to hide. He wished he could get to her but the space she was putting between them felt wider than the kitchen they were stuck in. Resigned, he bowed his head slowly and turned to leave half expecting, or possibly wanting, her to stop him.

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