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chososluv · 6 months

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P L U G ! C H O S O

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: part 2 of PLUG!CHOSO because i love this pair so much (๑>◡<๑)~♡ ✎〰 word count: 3.1k

🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, weed dealer choso, reader is a big brat here!, choso gets kinda mean, brat!tamer choso, black coded, choso spending racks on youuuu, messy oral (male receiving), choso is whipped and back at it with his big size (height and cock) creaming, squirting, cervix hitting, deep throating, spanking, you cry a lil bc its so good, petnames and praises (ma, mamas), she's kinda proofread but subject to edit at any moment!

⋆🎧✮⋆mini playlist: ⤷ all mine - brent faiyaz ⤷ moonlight - kali uchis ⤷ on my mama - victoria monet ⤷ venus - dpr live

Plug!Choso and you blossom into a serious relationship. The man is committed to you and you knew how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. He would do anything for you at a drop of a dime if that meant your happiness in return, regardless whatever that meant from him. He didn't care. He always put you first.

Plug!Choso who sometimes has to put your spoiled ass in your place. He actually enjoys it and It wasn't like you didn't like it either, sometimes you pushed his buttons to see how much you could get away with before he had you sucking his cock or bent over the sink like a whore. You personally loved when you got to suck his cock as an apology, something about the weight of him on your tongue left you drunk and in a daze. . .

Which speaking of . . .

"Awh — you know how to make it up to me so good, ma." Choso moans, holding your hair back from your face. The sleek silk press you had gotten done made your hair bone straight for a change. Your attitude changed the moment you stepped out the salon chair, acting brand new and that's when you started testing Choso. He saw the way you stared at yourself longer in the mirror and tossed your hair extra dramatically as the day went on. Choso found it cute until that mouth of your started. Your mouth is what got you stuffed full of his cock in the first place.

It started when you went shopping after getting your hair done. You hadn't seen Choso in a while because between you working and with him "handling business," you rarely saw one another. Texts were becoming not enough for you and you just missed your man so bad. It got to the point where you only heard him a few times a day and that's when you began to really miss him. When he finally was finished and free from being tied up with business trips, he came back to you immediately. He was making it up to you by taking you on this shopping spree, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to feel his girth on your tongue again, but you also wanted him to pay for leaving you alone all those weeks.

So, you decided to be an absolute brat.

Plug!Choso doesn't see it at first. He thought you were genuinely being moody with him until he noticed the longing stares and soft brushes against him. He realized then what game you were playing. He didn't mind though, he only ignored it until that mouth of yours started at the Prada store.

You had a pair of pumps on, staring at your feet in the mirror and you look over at Choso. You stared at him, seeing him consumed in his phone and you let yourself get annoyed. The one time he was not paying attention to you, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff. Choso looked up, seeing that nasty look on your face and he only raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Back on your phone again I see." You said snarkily and he clenched his jaw at your antics. You only turned around, humming nonchalantly before walking back to the shoe bench. Choso got up to follow you and he dropped to your feet before you can sit down. Even though you had just royally pissed him off, he was still being a gentlemen and tended to your needs. You bit your lip, feeling bad for snapping on him but you knew it was part of your game. He gently helped you out of the shoes before placing on another pair that he picked out for you. Delicately securing the straps, he stood up and loomed over you then he spoke.

"You may be my shawty but don't let that fucking mouth get you in trouble." He warned ever so silently so only you could hear. You gulped, pussy twitching at his threat but you stood your ground. You looked at him up and down before sneering.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes before looking down at your feet, shoes grabbing your attention. You walked over to the mirror, ignoring the glare you feel in the back of your head from Choso. You looked at your feet once more, inspecting the platform heel and deciding on which shoe you were going to get. You walked back over to the bench and Choso is already ready to peel the shoe off of you. He's still pissed, but he tried to hide his grin when you informed him that you were going with his pick over your own.

Plug!Choso who spent thousands of dollars on you despite being furious because he loves spoiling you. You two left the mall with multiple bags — Choso carried them all — and it safe to say you two had a successful shopping day. You two barely said a word to one another, sensing he's still mad about your attitude the whole day but you had your stomach in a knot ready for the repercussions when you two got home.

"You been a brat to me all fucking day." Plug!Choso would say after you two got settled in the bedroom. You were putting your shoes away before taking off your earrings as he griped at you and you rolled your eyes. You don't say anything and you place your earrings on your vanity. He scowled at you, seeing you rolled your eyes at him yet again and he only grinded his teeth together.

"Y/N." He cautioned to you in tone that rendered a warning yet again. You looked up from your vanity and to him, trying to muster sneer but you went blank when you saw the look on his face. You felt your lower belly tremble and spine tingle at that look he gave.

"Choso." You only tried to continue your facade but you were moments from breaking. Choso saw right through you the moment you had your stunt in the Prada store. You were testing him intentionally and he knew you only acted like this when you needed reminding of who you were actually fucking with.

And lucky for you he'd remind you all fucking night long.

"Do I need to remind you who fucking owns that pussy?" Choso exhaled from the blunt and you bite your lip. Your feel goosebumps up and down your arms and before you can stop yourself you're nodding.

"Maybe." You said.

"Fucking brat." Choso growled before getting up from the bed. He walked over to you, grabbing your face with one hand while the other held onto the blunt. He brought it to his mouth, inhaling as he watched your eyes glaze over with lust and a hint of submission. Your lips were so pouty and glossy, so pretty he almost forgot he was irate.

Keyword almost.

"Cho—" He exhaled and cut you off.

"Nah, don’t ‘Cho' me. you been acting like a brat all day because you want me to fuck you?" Choso's tone was fed up, "Use that pretty mouth of yours that's been mean all fucking day and ask." Oh he's really mad and your stomach is doing flip flops. You feel breathless and know there's an incoming pool of arousal about to drench your panties.

"Cho, please." He curtly inhaled and exhaled.

"Please what?" He glared at you and ran a thumb across your bottom lip. You fight the urge to close your mouth around it and suck.

"Remind me who owns this pussy." You beg, hands reaching out to grab at the gray sweats he changed into. Your fingers were undoing the strings eagerly. He smirked, inhaling from the blunt one last time before ashing it. He decided you're worth his attention and he releases your face from his hold. You missed the warmth from his hands as he walked over to the edge of the bed before pulling his cock out. He sits down, stroking the semi-hard length and causing your mouth to water. You bit your lip as he beckoned you over.

"Come put that mean ass mouth to work first."

And that's how you ended up sucking his cock as an apology.

His length is so filling to have in your mouth. The weight of it, the pretty tip, the soft musk of him, you love everything about having his cock in your mouth. Not to mention the cussing and soft moans that left his mouth above you. You look up, seeing him chewing on his bottom lip. His nose is scrunched up and it highlights those piercings you just adore on him. His pretty nose ring, and now the recently added septum ring you convinced him to get along with you one day. Couple's piercings! You proclaimed, followed with that he would be hot with it along with his nose ring. However you were wrong.

He's so fucking handsome with it.

And with his hair growing out, it frames his face beautifully. He was an adonis falling apart at your own mouth and will. You continue sucking around him, soft hands massaging his balls too and his thighs twitch. He moans, hand pushing on your head as his hips bucked up. You gag around him, rubbing your thighs together as you took more of him in you. Your nose is touching his pelvis and he curses. You continue your apology, releasing him from your mouth after holding him snug in your throat. You gasp, soft giggle occuring. A string of spit connects from Choso's tip to your lips and you bring a finger to your lips, taking the lewd line and lining it with your palm. You take that same palm and wrap it around Choso's length. With your wet hand, you jerk it, finding oxygen in your lungs after recovering from that explicit deep throat. You eye at your work, tip angry red and vein on the underside growing thick.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as you moaned at the sight. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at Choso who stares at you with hooded eyes. His breathing is ragged as he slowly continues to chase after his high.

"Fuck, mama making me almost forget what I was mad at you for." He chuckles, then sighing at the sound of you giggling from between his legs. His praise makes you learn forward, kissing his tip and then tucking him back in your mouth. You suckle, feeling a pebble of cum trickle down your throat. You remove your mouth after swallowing.

"You taste so good." You moan, looking as you tap the head of his cock against your bottom lip. He moans, eyebrows scrunching as his grip tightens on your hair. He watches you kiss on his tip before opening your mouth. You slide your lips down, looking at him through your eyelashes as you continue to take more of him in your mouth.

"Fuck, y/n." Choso moans, hips bucking up as more precum dribbles out and mixes with your saliva. You hum around his shaft, tongue swirling as you lick along the underside. The fat vein is beating against your tongue and you moan at the feeling, cunt continuing to clench around nothing. You're bobbing your head, hand covering what you couldn't as he continued to curse and fuck your mouth. You remove your mouth after a few seconds, gasping for air, and jerking Choso softly in your hand. You lean down, kissing the underside before sinking down to spit noisily. The liquid landed on his balls and you brought a hand down to massage it in. He groans, hand pulling on your hair at the sensation and you remove your hand to replace it with your plush lips, suckling on his balls salaciously. You savor his musk and taste on your tongue before traveling from his balls back to his shaft and to the tip. You look at Choso, watching him watch your every move.

Nothing prepared him for what you were about to do.

You filthily gathered the spit and cum in your mouth, making Choso watch it fall tantalizingly slow from your lips to the tip. The mixture landing on his slit and your mouth chasing after it, warm mouth back on his cock. You swirl the mixture around your tongue and his shaft, moaning around him. Choso doesn't bother to fight the moan that leaves his lips. He decided enough was enough before he came down your throat.

"Shit," He pulls you off of him by your hair. You moan, letting his cock fall out your mouth and saliva running all down your chin. You look up at him with a fucked out grin, "you done being a brat, baby?"

"Yeah, Cho." You smile, reaching forward to kiss the underside of his dick and he hisses. He tenderly caresses your cheek before speaking.

"Get up here and put this pussy on me."

Plug!Choso who ends up taking you doggy. You're whimpering as his fat cock hits those spots you desperately craved to be touched these past two weeks. Each time he's entering you, you're moaning lewdly and chanting desperate pleas and praises. You're struggling to form words and between moans you're gasping, breathless inhales from each primal stroke from Choso. He is groaning and slapping his broad hands over your ass to earn cries from you each time.

"Cho—So!" You're whimpering, sliding into a slutty arch and he curses, slapping your ass yet again. Your pretty skin starts to manifest a crimson palm print.

"Fucking sexy as fuck with that arch, mama. Keep that shit for me." He presses a hand into your shoulder blade, helping you maintain it as he continues to pound into you. Tears are forming at your ducts at how good he is fucking you. You needed this for weeks and you were finally feeling it. That tingle in your stomach was increasing and you felt it traveling to the walls of your cunt.

"So big, baby I'm gonna—” You can't even finish your words and you're spraying messily all over him, yourself, and the sheets. He pulls out, rubbing a thick fingers over your cunt and continuing to milk you dry as you cry into the pillow. Your thighs are shaking pitifully but Choso doesn't stop. He only slides his cock right back in and you to let out a scream.

“Yeah," he's chuckling at you, "tell me how good I’m breaking this mean ass pussy.” Choso taunts, slapping your ass cheek yet again and the sting is rampant and so raw. Those tears from your eyes spill and you’re sighing in pleasure when his tip kisses those spots in you again.

“Choso, I’m so sorry.” You whimper and his broad frame leaning over you. He sees the tears running down your face and he moves a hand to catch them. His warm fingers wipe the tears away and he smiles tenderly at you for the first time since fucking. Your stomach flutters with butterflies when you see that soft dom side emerge. How could he not change the pace when his pretty baby was so pitifully ruined? He wanted to scoop you up in his arms right then and there.

“Awh, baby I forgive you,” Choso leans down, bringing his lips to your ear, “did I fuck that stank ass attitude away?” Choso voice sent tingles down your spine and he feels you clench around him at his words. He rolls his hips against your ass and you nod.

“Yes, Cho.” You whimper. He smiles, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Good, turn over and let me see that pretty face cum.”

Plug!Choso is so in love with you. He’s on his hunches, holding your waist off the bed as he pistons into you. The brute curve of his dick hitting that tender spot causes you to continue to be consumed with pleasure. Instead of tears, there was a fucked out look of pleasure on your face. He soaks in the sight of you sporting a dumb smile.

"Cho—so big I'm gonna cum." Between his mean words earlier, you sucking on his cock, and his immaculate stroke game, you were seconds away from entering that abyss of euphoria. It wasn't a surprise to him at all. He knew this was something you had anticipated all day -- to be fucked stupid by him. Choso only smiles, continuing to fuck deep into you.

"I know mama that pussy so creamy and tight around me." Choso says, seeing the creamy ring around his cock. Not only that, but your pussy clung to him everytime he tried to leave, not wanting to be void of his thick presence and attempting to entice him to stay. If he could, he would live the rest of his life between your plush thighs and hot, wet walls. His cock only seemed to be made for the way you were shaped and he fought cumming deep in you at the way your walls pulsed around him.

"Cho — cumming!" You cum, the feeling sneaking up on you before you knew it. You threw your back into an arch, wailing as the last batch of tears escape your eyes. You submit, allowing the bliss overtake your body and hijack your senses. Succumbing, your pussy squirts and it catches Choso's attention. He also sees your hardened nipples and pretty orgasm face and he allows himself to join you. He moans, letting his cock swell before pumping you full of his cum he'd been saving for you. You sigh, shuddering as you try to find yourself out of the white hot tension as Choso lays on top of you. His warmth shields you from all things negative and you mewl, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He chuckles sleepily before kissing your shoulder.

"You good, ma?" He asks and and you hum, locking your legs around him to keep his cock in you as you rejoin reality. You feel him softly twitch inside you.

"Mhmm, just hold me, Cho." You dramatically sigh, placing your face back in the crock of his neck and he only laughs. He kisses your shoulder yet again, causing you to sigh and relax fully in his arms. He smiles against your skin and continues to hold you till your thighs stopped shaking.

"I love you and your bratty ass you know that?" Choso says after you two cleaned up. You're curled into him, head on his comforting chest as he smokes the blunt from earlier. You hum, in a post sex daze that solely begs for a nap. You feel your eyelids growing heavy against your will and you only snuggle closer into him.

"I love you and when you put me in my place. So good." You say as exhaustion takes over all your senses and you yawn. Your mind falls blank, eyes shutting, but you hear Choso's next words loud and clear.

"And don't you forget it either, ma."

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 5 months

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Spider Lily

(Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader)

Summary: You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. Wk:4.3k

Warnings: Sliggght King Steve behavior, he’s not as much of an asshole but he is a bit of a player, enemies to (kinda?) lovers, unprotected sex, spanking, a lil bit of choking (ofc, it’s me), hair pulling, dirty talk (a lil bit of taunting), Soulmate AU, the end is kinda angsty but there will be a part 2. 18+MINDI!!

A/N: It’s been a minute since I had the drive to sit down a finish something so quickly, but I felt very inspired by this idea and hopefully it’s gonna help my writers block. I have 2 other bigger stories l’m working on but this came to me and I had to get it out. Shout out to my bbs @reidsbtch @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for hyping me up on this one. Divider used is by @firefly-graphics.🖤

You roll your eyes as you watch Steve push the cart filled with video tapes down one of the isles of Family Video. Today was one of the unfortunate days that Robin was off and you were stuck closing alone with him. Robin often served as a buffer between the two of you, but when left alone you butted heads constantly. Bickering over who had to do inventory, who was going to count the till, whose turn it was to answer the phone when it rings. It was never ending scoffs and glares, but you always put on a show for the customers, acting civil whenever the store wasn’t empty.

You didn’t hate Steve, but you just couldn’t stand him. He walked around with this aura of arrogance about him, always flirting with girls that came in, always asking them on dates. They almost always said yes, but on multiple occasions you’ve watched those same girls come back a week later, pissed or crying because he hadn’t called. Robin insisted that he “changed” since highschool. Which you couldn’t deny that in some ways he had, but just because he isn’t as big of an asshole now, doesn’t mean he wasn’t still a player. It seemed like he couldn’t let that part of being “King Steve” go.

Steve didn’t hate you, but the fact that you couldn’t stand him drove him crazy. He gets it, he wasn’t exactly the nicest to you in highschool. He tried to apologize. Multiple times. But you shut him down every time. You were constantly throwing passive aggressive comments his way, rolling your eyes, sometimes you gag when he’s asking girls out right in front of them. So he just started giving you the cold shoulder, glaring and scoffing back, immaturely sticking his tongue out at you. He even pulled your hair a few times. To you it felt like he was proving you right, that he really hadn’t changed. But for him, he kind of felt like a school boy with a crush on a girl that couldn’t stand him.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Steve had stopped the cart in the middle of the horror aisle, he restocked the tapes as he spoke, not even turning to look at you.

“I’m not staring at you Harrington, keep fucking dreaming.” You scoff, throwing a glare his way before turning your back to him, shoving a tape into the VCR and hitting rewind.

“Yeeeaah suuure, your eyes were practically burning a hole in the side of my head.” He chuckled, turning his head to glance at you. Your back was turned to him, the green Family Video vest you both had to wear obstructing his view from the cropped band tee you were wearing underneath it.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his fascination with you started, but he knows it was much longer than he would probably even admit to himself. He was always drawn to you, in a way. Even if he always had the wrong way of showing it. He felt awful about the things he and his friends said to you growing up, calling you a “witch” and knocking your lunch tray out of your hands. One time he just stood by while Carol ripped the book he had seen you reading all week to streads right in front of you. Throwing the ripped pages in your face. Everybody laughed, but Steve didn’t. Not that time. Not when usually you laughed them off, or gave them shit right back, but he watched the tears well in your eyes and the way your lip trembled. When you ran off with those tears starting to pour down your cheeks, part of him wanted to follow you.

“I’m gonna turn the sign off and lock the door, you wanna count the till? I’ll finish up the go backs.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, knowing it would be some kind of sassy remark. He unhooked his set of keys from his belt loop, pulling the string on the sign to click it off and locking the door. You look over your shoulder at him, you hate how your eyes linger on the way his shoulders look in that dumb polo and how his hands hold the keys. No matter how much you dislike him you can’t deny that he’s gorgeous. He’s not normally your type, but something about Steve has always been attractive to you. And you hate it. It makes him even more unbearable to you.

You start counting the till and you’re midway through the quarters when you hear a loud crash, causing you to jump and drop them all over the ground. Your head whips to the side, your eyes landing on Steve who is picking up the cart he knocked over in the middle of the aisle, most of the tapes were on the floor and it knocked into one of the shelves, causing some of the ones there to drop to the ground as well.

“Steve, what the fuck! That scared the shit out of me!” You snapped at him as you got down on the ground to pick up the fallen quarters.

“It scared the shit out of you? It scared the shit out of me! It almost fell on my god damn foot!” Steve scoffs as he starts to pick up the tapes. Were you seriously mad at him right now?

He hears the sound of your heavy black boots before he sees you, your shadow casting over him in his crouched position. He looks up at you and almost chokes. Your long black velvet skirt accentuates your curves perfectly, a slit up to your thigh showing off a sliver of skin, your cropped tee that you definitely cut yourself is loose enough that he can see up it slightly, getting a view of slight under boob… you weren’t wearing a bra. The bright fluorescent family video lights shine above you and from this angle it makes you look like an angel dressed in black. Your combat clad booted foot taps on the ground as you cross your arms, glaring down at him.

“What the hell happened? You seriously knocked the cart over?” Your voice was teasing, your lips turned up into a smirk.

“That rug had a folded corner and the wheel got caught, I don’t know why you’re acting like I threw it on the ground or something.” Steve rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day, standing up to put the tapes back on the shelf. He rests his hands on his hips, his lips set into a hard line as he glares at you. “What is your problem with me, truly?”

“Harrington, you’re joking right?” You laughed, straight up laughed in his face.

“Umm, no? Why the fuck would I be joking? I seriously have tried to be nice to you but no matter what I do you give me a fucking attitude.”

“Oh excuse me, King Steve!! How dare I respect royalty.” You throw your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes widen but that damn smirk doesn’t falter.

“Oh don’t fucking start with that again! You know that’s not who I am anymore, I’ve told you I’m sorry in every way I can possibly think of! I’m sorry I was a fucking dick! But I’m different now! You just - you bring out this side of me. You’re so fucking frustrating!” He runs his hands through his chestnut locks before dragging them down his face, letting out a deep sigh.

“If you’re soooo different why are there different girls coming in here every week whining because you didn’t call them back? Kind of sounds like a dick fucking move to me.”

“Why do you care? You’re constantly bringing that up. Like yeah Robin gives me shit about it but she’s just fucking with me, you’re actually mad. Are you… jealous?”

“Why the fuck would I be jealous Steve? I don’t even fucking like you as a person let alone am I romantically interested in you!!” You were pissed now, jealous? He has some fucking audacity to even think that, but to say it out loud?

“I don’t know, you seem kinda jealous to me. You’re always giving the girls I ask out dirty looks, with this pout on your lips. Also that gagging thing you do, I really would chalk it up to you actually thinking it’s gross but when Stacy came in demanding answers about why I didn’t call… you still glared, but you had this smirk on your lips, instead of a pout…” He takes a few steps closer, only leaving a foot between you. The air feels tense… but in a way it never has before.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking arrogant, Steve Harrington! You do realize not every single girl wants to fall at your feet, right? Grow up! We aren’t in highschool anymore!” You’re talking with your hands, your boot stomping against the ground as you yell at him.

“If we aren’t in highschool anymore than why can't you let this go!? You know I don’t really think that right? There was one girl I never thought wanted me… until right now.” He bites his lip, his eyes wandering your form. He takes a step closer to you so you’re chest to chest, his face is inches from yours and his hazel eyes are staring daggers into yours. But he notices you don’t back away, or push him off, you just glare right back.

“If you’re talking about me, you couldn’t be further off. I haven’t, won’t, and will never want you. You’re a fucking ass.” Your black manicured finger pokes at his chest and he grabs your smaller hand in his large one, holding it in place on his chest.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” You’ve never heard his voice this low and husky and it sent a shiver down your spine against your will.

“I-“ you try to come up with a reason, you really do, but you don’t know why you aren't moving, you just know you don’t want to. No matter how much your mind tries to protest, your body betrays you.

“You what? You don’t have an answer because you know it’s true… I can feel you shaking, baby.” The hand that isn’t holding yours comes up to cup your face, his thumb running over your lips. Baby? Fuck. You shouldn’t love that as much as you do. But right now you feel like you’d do anything to hear him say it again.

“Fuck it.”

You thread your fingers into his hair, pulling his lips against your own into a harsh kiss. You hate to admit that you’ve thought about kissing him before. But in your mind it was always this aggressive anger fueled thing and even though you pulled him into the kiss intending to do just that, the minute your lips touched it became tender. His lips were so soft, and he somehow tasted so sweet, every single nerve in your body felt like it was lit up. You suddenly understood all those cheesy romance movies that talked about “fireworks” when the characters finally kiss. It was the kind of kiss they describe when they teach you about soulmate bounds in school. But Steve couldn’t be your soulmate, could he? There’s no way. You push the thought from your mind for now, letting your body melt into his kiss.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and the kiss quickly becomes heated, his hands coming down to grab your hips harshly and yours pulling at his hair. You both moan into the kiss, your bodies pressed closely together, your thighs clenched and his cock starts to harden in his already tight jeans. Your body feels like it’s on fire everywhere he’s touching, those fireworks continuing to go off under your skin. His leg slides between your thighs and you subconsciously grind down on it. Your body searching for any sort of friction.

“Fuck. Stock room. Now.” Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are filled with lust and his breathing is heavy. He uses his grip on your hips to spin you around, pulling your back against his chest and placing a kiss on your neck. “You want that pretty girl? Want me to fuck you?”

You don’t respond with words, you just pull away from him and start walking towards the back, not even sparing him a glance.

As soon as the stockroom door is shut, Steve is on you, harshly grabbing your hips to pull you against him, his mouth feverishly attacking yours. This kiss is different from the first, it’s desperate, hungry. Your arms loop around his shoulders, your hands traveling to the hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling. He moans into the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, almost like he’s trying to memorize it.

“Fuck, Steve. I need you.”

You break the kiss, looking up at him with lust filled eyes. He turns you, pushing your back up against one of the shorter shelves. He pushes your best off, one of his hands traveling up your cropped shirt, finding you braless just like he thought he would. He gropes your tit, tweaking your sensitive nipple before moving onto the other one. His lips attack your neck and you’re sure there will be a mark or two you'd have to explain to Robin when you saw her. But right now you didn’t care. You need him everywhere.

“Yeah? You need me now? I thought you couldn’t stand me?”

Steve looked at you with a devilish smirk, his unoccupied hand finding the slit in your skirt, grazing over your upper thigh before traveling behind you to grab a handful of your ass. He ruts against you and you can feel his hard cock through his jeans. You palm him, causing him to groan into your throat, his breath sending tingles down your spine.

“I still can’t stand you Harrington, but right now, I need you to fuck me like you hate me.” You grab him through his jeans, moving your hand up and down his shaft to the best of your ability with the burrier in the way.

“Shit. Fuck. Take this the fuck off then.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your skirt, the velvet feels soft on his skin and for a fleeting moment he imagines how it might feel against his cheek while he laid in your lap, your fingers in his hair in a more gentle way. He pushes the thought from his mind, giving you a questioning glance, you nod and he immediately pushes your skirt down your hips. It pools around your boots on the floor. He kneels down to pull it from your feet entirely, tossing it to the side.

He takes a moment to admire you. Your ass pressed up against the shelf, your skirt is askew, hanging off your shoulder where you cut the collar to make it more low cut, the bright red lacy thong you’re wearing sits perfectly on your curves, and those god damn platform boots that drive him crazy. Your hairs a bit disheveled and your black painted lips are kiss swollen, some of your shiny black lipgloss smeared around your mouth. You’re so frustratingly beautiful, he just wants to eat you alive. You lean down to take your boots off but Steve stops you, grabbing your wrist to pull you back into a standing position.

“Keep them on” he practically growls at you, sending heat rushing through your whole body. Who would’ve thought King Steve would want to fuck a girl in giant goth boots? His large hands grab you roughly flipping you over so your hips are pressed up against the waist high shelf. He pushes your back down so you're bent over it. Leaving a harsh smack on your ass. “Look at this pretty little ass, bet your pussy is just as pretty, huh?”

His fingers run up your clothed slit, looping in the strings of your panties before pushing them down to your ankles. You hear him taking his shirt off and you peer over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his bare chest. You hadn’t seen him shirtless since highschool and he had definitely matured. His chest now covered in a patch of dark hair, his shoulders broader, his stomach is a little less toned since he doesn’t play sports anymore but it’s honestly sexier that way to you. A moan leaves your lips when his fingers return to your core, gathering up the wetness between your lips, he brings his slick fingers to your clit, circling it.

“Steeeveee, stop fucking teasing me and do som-“ you’re cut off by a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and moan.

“Quit with the fucking attitude or I’m not giving you shit, I’ll walk out of here right now.” Two more smacks land on your opposite ass cheek before two large fingers are being shoved knuckle deep into your pussy. You’re so wet they slide right in. He immediately finds your sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it before thrusting his fingers in and out of you roughly. “You’re awfully wet for someone who can’t stand me baby, maybe you don’t like me, but your pussy does.”

“Fuck - fuck Steve, your fi - fingers are so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back, your hips pushing against his hand on their own accord. No one had ever gotten you so close to the edge this fast, but Steve was making you crumble in mere minutes, on just his thick fingers alone. His thumb comes down to rub quick circles on your clit and you think that’s it, you feel yourself about to fall over the edge when suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. “What the fuck! I was about to cum you asshole!!”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you? Only girls I like get to cum, unless they beg for it.” You hear his belt buckle clinking behind you, and god do you wish you could see his cock right now. It felt so big through his jeans and you know it has to be beautiful. Even though you can’t see it you feel him run his tip through your dripping folds. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll be begging before you know it. I know you’re gonna say some shit like ‘keep dreaming, Harrington’ but I don’t wanna hear it. I just wanna hear you beg for me.”

You’re prepared to give him a snide come back but it’s erased from your mind when you feel the head of his cock start to slide inside you. He pushes it in and out a few times and for a second you think he’s gonna go slow, you’re about to complain but you’re cut off by the moan that leaves your lips when he shoves his cock halfway inside you in one thrust. He’s big, but the stretch feels so fucking good and you’re so wet that he’s sliding so perfectly inside you. You want to feel all of him, you push your hips back so his cock slides fully inside you. He lets you bounce back against him a few times before he’s grabbing your hips, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh shit, Steve!” You moan loudly, your hands gripping onto the shelf for purchase as he thrusts into you over and over again. You’re sure your hips will be bruised, from not only the shelf digging into them but also the hard grasp he has on you. The thought of being marked up by him stirs something inside you that you try not to dwell on.

“This pussy feels so fucking good, you’re gripping me so good baby, so fucking tight. Like it was made for me.”

His hand comes up to grab onto your hair, pulling your head until your back is flushed against his chest. The new angle has him hitting deeper than before, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The hand not in your hair grabs onto your tits harshly, pulling and pinching your nipples as he continues his brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess, drool starting to drip down your chin, and you’re already so close to cumming it’s almost embarrassing.

“Fuuuuck oh my - oh my fucking godddd.” Your eyes roll back as Steve lets go of the grip on your hair, quickly grabbing you by the throat before you can fall forward. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“You’re close already, huh? I can feel it, I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You wanna cum? Beg. Beg me to cum, or I’ll stop fucking you.” He growls in your ear, never letting up on his thrusts.

“No - I - I’m - fuck! Just let me cum, don’t be a fucking dick Steve!!” His pace slows, he shoves his cock deep inside you and then stops moving entirely. One hand is still around your throat and the other is pressing down on your clit but no longer moving.

“I said beg. I’ll pull out and jerk off right here in front of you. Now be a good girl and beg me to cum.”

“God fucking damn it. Steve! Fucking please? Please let me cum? Keep fucking me please? Just wanna cum on your big cock! I can’t take it anymore! Please make me cum!” You didn’t want it to come out that whiny, but once you started begging it was like you couldn’t stop. You need him to keep fucking you.

“Good fucking girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He releases his grip on your throat pushing on your back so your top half is flat against the shelf again. He grips your hips harshly as he resumes fucking into you harder and faster than before. “This is all you needed to ditch that attitude, huh? Needed to be fucked so good? Put in your place?”

“Yes - yeah - fuuuckkkk feels so fucking good I -“

His fingers find your clit again and that’s it for you. Your orgasm crashes over you like a flood. It racks through your entire body, making you see stars. The feeling of your walls tightening around his cock and the sounds you’re making as your high washes over you sends Steve over the edge too. He cums hard, his cock nestled deep inside you as he fills you.

“Shit. Fuck.” Steve pants, pulling out of you and stepping back a few inches so he can watch his cum drip from your pussy. “Wish I could keep you like this, all fucked out and dripping with my cum. Too cock drunk to give me an attitude.”

You feel his fingers caress your overly sensitive lips, gathering the cum that dripped out, he shoves his fingers inside you before leaning down to pull your panties back up your legs.

“Now you have to go home stuffed full of me, when you take your panties off you won’t be able to help but think of me.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and it makes you roll your eyes. You turn around to face him, giving him a death glare. “Look at me like that all you want, I’m not going to forget you were begging me to cum less than five minutes ago.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes again, but this time when you say it you laugh, and there’s a glimmer in your eyes that’s still teasing, but lighter. It gives Steve hope.

“Whaaateeever you say, baby.”

He smirks at you, sending you a wink before turning around to find his discarded shirt. You take a moment to admire his back. Broad and covered in moles that you want to connect with your fingers, maybe even your lips. His jeans fit so perfectly on his ass, and his shoulders… wait. You pause, your mouth dropping open as you catch sight of his shoulder. You almost think your mind is playing tricks on you, you wish it was. But there clear as day on his left upper shoulder are two simple red spider lilies. A mark that matches the one on your ribs exactly. Steve Harrington, King Steve, the bane of your existence… was your soulmate.

This could not be happening. No way. Absolutely not. You grab your skirt, pulling it on in a frenzy. Steve turns to look at you right as you are pulling up the zipper with a panicked look on your face.

“Hey, it’s okay, are you okay? I’m sorry for teasing you I-“

“I gotta go. I - uh - I just gotta go. I’m sorry.”

You can’t even think straight, you can’t be near him right now. You need to think and the smell of him and the way his hands feel on your forearms is clouding your thoughts and you just need to go. You spare him a sad glance before pulling your arms from his grasp. You grab your bag from under the counter and run out of the building towards your car. You slam the door closed once you’re inside, your breathing is labored and your mind feels like someone put it in a blender. You shove the keys in the ignition, regretting your decision to peak back at the building before pulling out. Steve was standing in the front window, a confused look on his face as he watched you pull away. He was beautiful, and frustrating, and he was your goddamn soulmate. Fuck.

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kagakuoniryu · 3 months

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Part 2 of the alastor x reader I written when I wasn't feeling well at all

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

After that talk in alastor's room, you hardly left yours limiting contact with everyone...

Well, mostly everyone, nifty still passed by everyday to clean up a bit and chase the boug, you were thankful for it, she didn't treated you differently, she was the same sadistic, boys driven, bug hater lady you met, and you could talk her ears off

"Niff ? What do you think about E/n ?" You started warily, you never openly talked to her about it surprisinly until now

"Oh I hate her !"

Shocked you asked her to go on ; E/n, hated ? The E/n you knew...Well...she presented to others ?!

"Why is that ? Did something went wrong ? Did she hurt you ?!"

"She always interrupt my dead roack show ! She says it's weird and disgusting ! She even killed a roach before I could and that is an heinous crime"

You gulped, noting mentally that to stay in nifty's good side, you better let her kill the roaches herself

"But...isn't it weird how everyone like her ? And how they think she's genuinely nice ? Even alastor likes her !"

"And everyone likes alastor until they he shows his nature !" With that nifty finally stabbed that roach she was after

"You...have a good point...she's showing them what they want to gain what she wants...but...what does she wants...?"

"I don't know ! I have a lot of cleaning to do ! Goodbye !"

"Wait nifty !"

And the door was closed, you sighed, well...it was good for as long as it lasted you guessed...you needed a plan, but you couldn't think clearly in this hotel...you couldn't go to Rosie too...she ADORED E/n and they had their regular tea party...crashing to your friends place weren't use at all, one they adored her, two, it was still the hotel and three, since your words with angel you kinda ghosted them all, thinking they couldn't hurt yiu if you ghosted them before that ; your fiancee radio station maybe ? No, too obvious, and he spend all his goddamn time up there...and he isn't the exact definition of "privacy"...you thought for a second about mimzy, but that girl hated your guts for no reason...or well...maybe because alastor humiliated her last time...

Finally, a bell rang in your head ; alastor ! That's your solution ! He gave you a spare key of his actual house outside of the hotel, and he barely goes there since he is in his tower during the day and at the hotel at night !

Picking minimal stuff, just a few clothes, a notepad and a pencil, even leaving your proposal ring behind, not wznting to be distracted by alastor himself you rushed outside, surprising everyone in the lobby until you came crashing down into alastor

"My, my, my dear, someone here is in a rush"

"Uh yeah...I needed fresh air, you know, the old stuff, figured I could go camping ?"

Alastor's gaze darkened as he looked at your ring finger, well, lack of ring on your ring finger

"And does camping prevent you from wearing you ring ? Or perhaps you youngster has a different definitiln of camping that back in my day, because decades ago, men could hunt even with they wedding ring, and yet you can't sleep with it on ?"

"I just wanted some alone time, calm down al' if anything, send a shadow my way kf you don't trust me, I know you don't anyway for a few weeks now"

Without letting him finish you left the hotel, you almost feel pity to charlie, she'll have a very pissy alastor in her hands until you come back

Arriving at alastor's home you let yourself in, now you needed to brainstorm !

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Three hours and about 3 cups of tea in...you have little next to nothing for an idea...how the hell are you gonna show this pest real face ?! You needed a real confrontation with her, but she'll never gave it to you, and if she did, she would have a backup plan, just like when you were alive...alive...

That's it !

One of your imps friend that owe you one could go to the living world ! He could retrieve your phone and you could prove your point !

Getting everything ready, and after many days, the phone in your hands, you plugged it in for it to charge and once at 100 % your rushed to the hotel

"Guys ! I got my phone back I-"

Entering the hotel, they were all playing a board game together, not caring about where you went...but you've been gone for at least a good week or two now...did you mattered so little ?

"O-oh...Y/n...you're here ! We...uh...were playing monopoly ! You...wanna join us ?"

Charlie tried akwardly, chukling nervously at your empty expression

"No, I was happy to prove my point, but I guess it's no use, she is better than me anyway, charlie, I guess you can take an other sinner in...I quit the hotel..."

You missed the way her eyes showed her heartbreak at this sight of you, giving up, she really failed you this time ; as you went upstair to make your bags, the boarding game night was ruined, and alastor teleported right into your room

"Hello ma chère (my dear), may I know where you're planning on going ?"

"I don't know al, far ? You all won it, always pushing me to the side, y'all fucking won it"

"I believe such swearing isn't proper in a ladie's mout-"

"Well for once I'll fucking swear if I'll fucking please al ! Because none of you wwants to believes in me ! You knew me long her and you choose her ! Just...go and date her ! It's her speciality to just date whoever has been with me before anyway..."

"What do you mean...? Y/n...?"

No terms of endearment there, that was rare for alastor, even before you both started dating he was affectionnate and using pet names, he always does with women, just a way to make them feel appreciated

"What do you mean 'what do I mean' you didn't knew how my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her and that's why we stopped being friends ?!"

"No, actually...she told us the other way around, that she found her perfect someone...and that you tried to seduce him and flirt with him and when he exposed you you bullied her"

"Bullied her ?! She made my life hell before getting down here ! After I blocked her everywhere she used our common friend she turned against me or even her sister's social media to stalk me down !"

"Well, my dear, I do want to believes you, you know I love you, but I can't without proper proof"

Taking your phone's out of your pocket, and guiding alastor because of his obvious lack of modern technology skills, you showed him your call journal from that time, the recording, the screenshots, everything that proved you were in your right mind

"Well...my beloved, it seems I owe you an apology, with her honey words it seems I lowered my guard and lacked dicernment, could you forgive me ?"

Alastor put in hand gently on your cheek, lifting your face, you nuzzled against his hand before hugging him tight

"Apology accepted...and thank you...thank you so much for listening, even if it costed you to use modern technology"

"As long as you delete that picture I took by accident"

"I'll make it my wallpaper~"

"I'll rip this thing piece by piece"

Going downstairs with alastor was a relief, like a gentleman he offered his arms for you to hold onto as charlie jumped on you

"I'm SOOOO sorry to have neglected your feeling Y/n please !! I didn't mean to ! You were a good friend of all of us and would all feel awful if you were to really leave !!" She started, before being interrupted by alastor

"Well, my dear charlie, it seems someone is still leaving, but not our dear Y/n, someone who's suprisingly not that keen on getting redeemed it seems"

You saw E/n visibly tense as alastor grabs her rather forcefully

"Could you PLEASE tell all the others persons present here what happened between you and my lovely Y/n over here back when you were alive"

"I...I already told you didn't I...? She bullied me ! Y/n is just a mean bully and I always felt uneasy around her" E/n tried to defend herself, nervously sweating

"Really, care to explain this ? My dear best friend" you showed one of the most incriminating piece you had on your phone to the others, making their eyes go wide, and all fell into pieces, E/n wasn't trying to redeem, she was trying to ruin your life, all over again

She felt that for some reasons, many years ago, you were better than her, and that she needed what you had, by any mean and any ways, instead of finding her own hapiness she wanted to steal yours

Vaggie and alastor both kicked her out, charlie tried to say maybe she could be redeemed, but when alastor said that if he saw that girl put a foot near the hotel again he would turn her into jambalaya for everyone to eat...she was feeling rather discouraged

But that was okay, one bad sinners couldn't stray her from her dream ! Everyone in the hotel also apologized in their own way for not believing you and putting back through all your traumas all over again, and of course you forgave them

Alastor also made you a special contract this night, you could pet his ears, all night long, if the next day you didn't told the others about it

And of course you took the deal

~THE END~

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Well, I don't know if this one was longer or shorter than the previous part, I went along with the random imp going back on earth as an easter egg of helluva boss and also because I was stuck in my story !

It's nice to have a catharsis like this to be honest, I don't know if I'll write request or just silly story in one or multiple parts for hazbin hotel you can still send some in if yoj feel like it, just know that I'd be delighted to write for alastor again, he's my all time fav of the show

I hope you enjoyed it !!!

#writing #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor angst #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angst #x reader

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 10 months

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Part 5 of the Steddie Vegas AU!! So sorry it's a week late

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4

Steve had just finished packing up the backpack with everything they'd need for a trip to the desert when the phone rang. At first, he assumed it'd be Robin getting antsy about how late it was getting (not that it was late at all) so he just answers with a snarky "What?"

It isn't until he hears his mother's haughty huff that all the colour drains out of his face.

"Steven, that is no way to answer the telephone! We raised you better than that," he can hear the disappointment dripping from her tone, but all he can think is, you didn't raise me at all!

"Mother. My apologies, I assumed you were Bobbie," he responds flatly.

"Oh, so that's his name," she snarked. Huh? Oh, for fuck's sake!

"No," Steve's quick to respond, trying to keep a hold of his temper, "I meant Robin, you know, my best friend!" His mother really should know that, but unsurprisingly Steve's life isn't important to her unless it's affecting her social standing, "Eddie is my husband, was that not clarified in the announcement?" he sniped, trying and failing to keep the bite out of it.

His mother sighed heavily, "You know I don't touch newspapers, darling," she drawled, "The ink stains my nails," she adds disdainfully. He can practically see her dusting the imaginary particles from her fingertips; she never was one to touch anything dirty. "We only heard because Sam mentioned it. Apparently our son doesn't bother to update us on his poor life choices any more," she bemoaned, with a quick succession of tuts for good measure. Sam was their lawyer, best friend, golf buddy, fuck buddy, probably, Steve didn't know, and he didn't want to.

The only poor choice I've made was answering this call!

Steve bit his tongue, holding in the lecture he wanted to unleash, like he always did, "Okay, well I have to go, I'm running late," he lied, "I'll come and see you both when I get home," he assured, even though they both knew he wouldn't.

"Okay, darling, call Sam, he'll finish the paperwork," she insisted, hanging up on him without waiting for a response.

Call Sam! Fuck you!

Resisting the urge to throw the phone at the wall, he kicked the bed with the side of his foot instead, growling in frustration. Part of him wanted them to leave him alone for good, part of him just wanted them to care, and the rest of him wanted him to stop caring what they thought. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes and counting to ten in his mind, this was Robin’s day, he could deal with his parental complications later. He flung the backpack over his shoulder, hooking the dressing gown over his arm and checked his hair in the mirror as he left the room, trying to leave the conversation and the frustration behind him.

But it didn’t work, he could still feel the anger deep in his bones that meant he couldn't help stomping up the staircase. He hated how she always managed to rile him up, but what he hated most was how he let her. Normally, one of her phone calls would come with a two-day sulk, hiding in his room and moping in bed like a sullen teenager. Normally he could call for Robin through the wall, and she’d come and lay with him, rest her head on his chest while he ranted, but he couldn't do that right now, but that didn’t stop him needing her. And honestly, he felt like he kinda needed Eddie too. He wanted his arms around his waist and his hair tickling his face, and he wanted to go back to the contented peace he'd felt earlier watching Eddie and Robin talk.

Finally making it back upstairs, he knocked on the suite door, Chrissy let him in with a welcoming smile before wandering off into her bedroom. A quick glance was all it took for him to realise that the girls were waiting for him alone, he wandered further into the room putting the dressing gown down on the back of the sofa as Robin came out of Chrissy's room, handing him his wallet that he'd left in his jeans on Eddie's floor.

"What's up?" she asked, barely even glancing at him before wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her cheek firmly against his chest.

"She called back," Steve muttered, tucking his chin over the top of her head, pulling her closer.

"Must've got around the club," Robin reasoned, tightening her grip, rubbing his back soothingly.

Steve adored her so much. He didn’t know how she had the patience with him because she never said anything. No matter how many times he let them do this to him, she was always just there for him, and the thing was he knew if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t be able to hold his tongue. He knew he’d be telling her to stop speaking to them, to stop letting them get to her because they both believed in cutting toxic people out, but she’d been the same way about Billy. She had obviously hated him, but she’d never said a bad word against him, never told Steve to leave him, she had always just sat and listened. She had always been his rock.

He just hummed in response, he didn't really want to think about it any more, they'd ruined enough of his holiday already. He kissed her on the top of her head, squeezing her once before releasing her.

Robin placed her hands on his cheeks, smiling affectionately as she squished his face, making him chuckle, before letting go with a gentle pat; circling him to rummage around in the backpack for her sunglasses that she'd left behind on the desk in their room.

Steve glanced around, watching as the girls pottered, "Where's Eddie?"

Robin shrugged, "Downstairs," she muttered, zipping the backpack back up, "He said something about a surprise," she added, aiming for nonchalance and missing by miles, turning on her heel and striding out the front door without another word.

Chrissy gathered her handbag and sunglasses, following her out and holding the door open, waiting for Steve to join them. He pulled the backpack tighter over his shoulder and pushed off the sofa with an amused huff, following them out and letting the door swing shut behind him.

He gave Chrissy a warm smile when she linked her arm through his as they wandered down the hall together side-by-side. Robin was already at the end of the corridor waiting for the lift, still pressing the down button when they caught her up.

A reaction like that from anyone else he would think was weird, but Steve knew Robin too well, he knew that her lack of elaboration just meant that she was in on whatever the surprise was and had been sworn to secrecy. Claudia had organised a surprise birthday party for him once, and Robin's head had nearly exploded.

When she'd been told about the surprise baby shower for Jenny in the office, she'd told him that she just found it easier to not speak around someone she was keeping something from, just to make sure she didn't blurt out the secret by accident. Except sometimes in life you can't avoid speaking to people, so then she'd have to do that, carefully regulated wording, precise and to the point.

Except what she never seemed to realise was just how stark the contrast was between her ability to witter endlessly and her careful wording and requisite silence. Jenny had been convinced Robin had fallen out with her, the added hormones didn't help, but she'd ended up wailing in the bathroom and Robin had had to spill the secret, so Jenny would stop crying and begging to know what she'd done wrong.

The first time he'd called her out for her silence and one word answers, she’d been her convinced he was a mind reader. They hadn't known each other long, they'd been neighbours for a few months but had only started to become friends when he and Billy were on a slow path to breaking up. She used to check in on him after one of their epic screaming matches, when Billy would throw whatever was closest, punch walls and slam the front door with a "fuck you!" She'd come over with Kleenex, chocolate and ice cream and sit with him on the couch, make him laugh and help him clean up and fix whatever Billy had broken.

But then about three days after his final breakup with Billy, her great aunt died. Obviously, he'd noticed her unexpected silence when she'd spent the previous two days talking his ear off to keep him distracted. She was shocked when he'd asked what was wrong and wouldn't take “nothing” for an answer. It wasn't that she was upset about the death, she just hadn't wanted Steve fussing over her when he was still feeling “emotionally fragile”.

Normally if she was quiet he'd try to wheedle it out of her, it was easier than dealing with how anxious it made her to keep something to herself, but she didn't seem too agitated and if it lasted more than ten minutes, he'd figured it out, but for now she seemed to be fine.

Although if he and Eddie decided to continue to see each other in Indy, he decided to just give him a heads-up to not involve her in future secret keeping, lest her head implode.

The elevator was taking a while to arrive, leaving the three of them standing in unnerving silence. Robin continuously anxiously pressing the down button. Even Chrissy was abnormally quiet, she seemed jittery, she'd let go of his arm and was switching between picking her nails and swishing side to side, her skirt swooshing around her legs.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when the ding of the lift arriving interrupted him, Chrissy letting out a relieved sigh and stomping inside as soon as the doors opened. He gave Robin a what's up with her look, but Robin just shrugged with a look of her own that said, beats me. Robin followed her in, smoothing her outfit and hair in the mirror, pulling lip balm out of her pocket and putting on copious amounts as an excuse to look busy.

The doors slid shut behind Steve. He gave Chris his most reassuring smile, and she smiled back, but he could tell it was false. Her smile always reached her eyes, even when she was exhauster, but this time it just didn't. He was about to ask if everything was alright, he was worried something was really wrong, when she inadvertently interrupted him, bursting out, "Hey Steve!"

Her loudness seemed to surprise them both equally, Steve's eyebrows flying into his hairline. Chrissy just seeming to regret speaking at all, like she wished she could swallow the word back down. He tried his hardest to stay calm, hummed a questioning "hmm?" afraid actual words might spook her. He didn't even care if this was a shovel talk, he just wanted her to know she was in a safe space, that she could talk to him no matter what.

She spent a few seconds looking at him, really looking, like she was trying to see into his soul. He tried his hardest to be patient, tried not to squirm under her scrutiny, tried to stop his heart from beating out of his chest, but he kinda wished she’d just get it over with. She hesitated, let out another deep breath and ploughed ahead, "You do know your hair looks the same?" she murmured tenderly.

What?

That wasn't at all what he'd expected to come out of her mouth at all. Somehow it felt worse than if she'd said "If you hurt my best friend, I'll bury you so deep, not even the worms in the earth would be able to find you!" because it'd hurt like a motherfucker when Max had said that to him (as though he'd been the town heartbreaker) but a jab about his hair wasn't what he'd prepared for.

And okay, it wasn't a jab per se. In fact, it wasn't a jab at all, but it didn't stop it feeling that way. It felt like she'd just slapped him across the face, and he's no idea why it feels that way whenever anyone even mentions his hair. Because he knows that's all it is, it's just hair and in the grand scheme of things it isn't important, but he was The Hair!

It's who he was long before he was a king, long before he was a captain. He was defined by it, it was how his peers showed him respect, and his father had never been so proud of him as when that was who he was. When he was awake two hours before he should’ve been to make sure it looked perfect, that he looked perfect, even though he was secretly wearing his mother's concealer to hide the bags under his eyes.

Robin huffed and rolled her eyes hard, "Oh my god, don't get him started!" she grouched, still not looking at either of them.

The look of hurt on his face must have told Chrissy all she needed to know. Just like the way she huffed and flapped her hands frantically, in the same way El did when she was struggling to express herself, told Steve she wasn't trying to upset him. Not that it stopped him from instinctively combing his fingers protectively through his hair.

Chrissy visibly composed herself, taking a deep breath, putting her hands gently on his shoulders and looking up at him with kind eyes. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just, your hair looked nice this morning, and it still looks nice now," she clarified, except he wasn't any clearer on what she was trying to say.

He knew his hair never looked nice in the morning, that was why he'd spent so many years of his life sleep-deprived, but she seemed insistent and there was no malice or devilry in her eyes, she was imploring him to understand like she could push the thoughts from her mind into his if only she stared hard enough and it might've worked this morning, but his mother calling had scrambled his head, it was like he reverted back to his old self whenever they wormed their way into his life.

She flicked her gaze over to Robin over his shoulder, not that she was paying either of them any attention, but when Chrissy looked back at him, she looked so sad it damn near broke his heart. She sighed heavily, and when her lip wobbled slightly he was worried she was about to cry, "My mom… she used to have me obsess over my appearance, too. So I get it. I'm just saying, y'know?" she muttered.

Oh.

Oh, Chrissy!

Suddenly what she'd been trying to say made a lot more sense.

My parents cared more about how I looked than about me, too.

Steve sighed deeply, holding her gaze as a shared upbringing, a shared pain, passed between them. When she leaned up wrapping her arms around his neck, he automatically wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, tucking his chin over her shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort, trying to let her know he heard her, that he appreciated what she'd just told him.

He didn't know her well, but she deserved so much more than that, as he squeezed her tighter he felt the overwhelming need to protect her, to put himself between her and the world, to go back in time and put himself between her and her mother, to give her the found family who loved her unconditionally that his teenage self had been lucky enough to find.

"Thanks, Sugar," he mumbled in her ear, kissing the top of her head before letting her go.

Robin, of course, had no idea what they were talking about or the emotional moment they'd just shared. She had great parents, and he was so glad for it, he wouldn't wish his kind of parents on anyone, especially not his best friend. She just stomped off as soon as the doors swung open, disappearing into the lobby and expecting that they'd follow, ranting, "He's always been this way! Guy's looked like a Greek God since I met him. Could be dragged through a hedge backwards and still never need to change a damn thing. Doesn't stop him primping, making us late for everything-"

Steve glanced at the clock above the reception desk as he followed the girls outside, "It's barely 10," he interrupted sullenly, rolling his eyes.

"Irrelevant, my point is- holy fuck!"

Holy fuck, indeed!

Eddie, hair in a bun, in aviators and shorts! Resting on the bonnet of the most gorgeous car Steve had ever laid his eyes on. Oh my god! He wanted to take a picture to make it into a calendar, just twelve months of casual Eddie and a Cadillac! "Jesus Christ, is that a Cadillac?" Steve asked, needing confirmation of the facts his brain had only just caught up with.

Eddie grinned dazzlingly, whipping his sunglasses off his face, "A yellow-beige, 1984 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz, to be precise," he apprised smugly.

Circling the car, Steve couldn't quite believe his eyes. This was his dream car, he'd had a picture of this exact car on his bedroom wall since forever, he'd removed it from an old calendar he'd been given in his teens. He'd fallen in love with it immediately and kept the picture with him, just in the hope that maybe one day…

Knowing now why Robin was trying so hard to keep quiet, just endeared him all the more, he pulled her into his side, kissing her on the head. She'd clearly told Eddie all about it, but somehow Eddie had made it materialize. "No way!" Steve muttered in disbelief.

"Yes way!" Eddie exclaimed, pulling the keys from his pocket and letting them dangle in the air, his eyes were so soft even though his smile was slightly smug, like a magician who'd pulled the rabbit out of the hat.

Chrissy groaned, swishing her skirt again anxiously, "Eds, you know I love you, but I don't think I'm comfortable with you being behind the wheel of a convertible," she sounded genuinely concerned, but Eddie was quick to ease her.

He finally got up off the car circling around Chris and Robin, "Don't worry, My Little Dove, I'm like Santa I just used my sources to bring unadulterated joy to our very own Motorhead," he said exuberantly, kissing his best friend loudly on the cheek.

And Steve was listening to Eddie, but he didn't really hear him, so when he suddenly appeared in front of Steve with the keys held aloft between them and said "Stevie's got her! Doncha, Big Boy!" simultaneously dropping the keys into Steve's hand and waggling his eyebrows alluringly, it still didn't really sink in.

Steve looked down at the keys in his hands, "I get to..." he uttered disbelievingly because the thought that he'd get to drive this car was short-circuiting his brain.

That was before the thought hit him that Eddie had done this for him, for no other reason than to make him happy. People had done things for Steve before, but other than his found family, it'd always been to make up for something. His parents bought him extravagant gifts to make up for missing birthdays and Christmases, Nancy brought him homemade cakes when they fought (that it turned out Holly and Karen had made, and she took credit for) and Billy would bring him flowers whenever he "worked away" (also known as cheating on Steve).

But this beautiful creation, this angel, this miracle of a human being, had teamed up with his best friend to make one of his dreams come true. To make him smile for no other reason than because he wanted to make him happy, and Steve just couldn't quite believe his luck.

And then Eddie, eyes unbelievably soft, said, "All yours, my love," his cheeks pinkening and his eyes immediately going wide as his words had sunk in. And Steve couldn't have that because he would be so lucky to be Eddie's love.

He wasn't sure how sober-Eddie felt about public displays of affection, so he beamed sweetly at him, trying to convey all he was feeling, tenderly cupping his jaw and kissing him firmly on the cheek, letting his affection shine through when he leaned away to smile at him.

It was Chrissy squealing and jumping up and down, clapping excitedly and Robin's fake gagging that broke them out of their moment, Eddie hiding adorably behind his hand, as he headed around to the passenger side clambering into the car, trying and failing to hide the blush on his cheeks. Steve folded the front seat forward, holding out a hand to help the girls to climb in the back, Chrissy using his outstretched hand for support, squeezing Eddie on the shoulder and asking "Whose car is this anyway?"

"Char's buddy, Todd," Eddie replied, as Robin clambered into the back using Steve's head for balance, ruffling his hair as she landed in the backseat with an impish grin.

Resisting the childish urge to vault over the car door, Steve handed Robin the backpack and readjusted the seat, clambering in after them. A feeling of awe sweeping over him as he saw all the mechanisms up close that he was going to get to touch and use to power the car he spent years dreaming about. "Forget Todd, Steve's her daddy now!" he muttered as he turned the key in the ignition, hearing the car purr to life and the roar of their laughter and feeling like he could explode with happiness.

He was all but caressing the steering wheel when a car honking behind them reminded him that they needed to get going, not just sit outside the hotel all day. Adjusting the seat and the mirrors, he found he couldn't look directly at Eddie as he adjusted the mirror on his side, he knew if he did that they’d never get anywhere because between the outfit, the bun, the gorgeous smile on his face and the Herculean effort to make his dream come true Steve just couldn't keep his thoughts straight.

He wanted to grab Eddie by the hand and take him back upstairs to show him just how grateful he was for this, he also wanted to take Eddie to the nearest studio to get him started on making his own dreams come true, and he wanted to take Eddie home and move him in and carpool with him and go on road trips just like this one. But this was Robin's day, no matter how much Eddie had managed to make it feel like his day too.

He caught a glimpse of the girls in the backseat, Chrissy now had a scarf wrapped around her hair and her sunglasses perched on her nose, she looked like a movie star. And Robin looked adorable with her hair pulled into a tiny ponytail sticking out of the back of his high school baseball cap. They were both back to their normal selves now, their anxiety seemed to have dissipated completely, both grinning widely, chatting and laughing together as though the last twenty minutes hadn't happened.

Sneaking a cheeky glance at Eddie, he caught him watching the two of them in the wing mirror with such a fond expression, Steve felt like his heart might beat right through his chest; the horn honking again was the only thing that stopped him from leaning across the seat to kiss him senseless.

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Grinning mischievously, Steve revved the engine playfully, the growl of the engine sounding just how he'd always imagined it would, getting to fully appreciate the way Eddie's attention snapped back to him, as he laughed brightly and rolled his eyes fondly. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so joyous as he shifted into gear and set off into the mid-morning traffic.

Part 6

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#apologies again for my terrible grammar and all the tense changes. i have proof read it so many times i can't even see them anymore #steddie vegas au #steddie au #steddie #background buckingham #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steve's pov #aj writes

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I FINISHED CHAPTER 12! (Basically... PS says I have like 7% remaining and that is probably gonna be leaving the Gold Saucer again so... yeah)

I HAVE THOUGHTS BRO.

Zack??? ZACK FAIR??? How dare you be the most beautiful gorgeous cute man ever. His sections always manage to have me tear up. The ending of this game is SO gonna hurt me my god.

My date was with Aerith... which i didn't mind but Cloti for the win you know. Aerith, girl, Zack is somewhere out there!

Didn't bother with any of the new minigames at the Saucer yet, since I wasn't a fan of a lot of them the first time around. Will probably only do it after finishing main story, since some of the exchangeable rewards are very nice.

Loveless was wonderful. Teared up seeing Jessie again. The song was so moving. The party acting as the main cast had me rolling tho. THE WAY YOU COULD CHOOSE BARRET AS YOUR TRUE LOVE? They're so unserious. The little game mechanics were a little confusing tho. I swear I don't have a left-right-weakness but this part had me questioning. Managed to get score A but still... wish there would havd been earlier triggers that told you what button to press... but maybe that's just me.

BUT THE COLOSSEUM HAD ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BASICALLY 6 ROUNDS OF FIGHTING BACK TO BACK AND THERES ONLY ONE OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE YOUR EQUIPMENT. The first two rounds were easy, when they brought put the Tonberry I was having war flashbacks to the boss fight in Corel. Didn't expect a round 4, but Aerirh and Phoenix came through for me <3

THE TURKS AGAIN THO??? Listen, I'm a proclaimed Turks lover okay. I love them. My pookies. BUT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FIGHT THEM A THIRD TIME NOW?? Elena is always easier to handle, Rude kinda annoying still but we got through it. Wanted to take this opportunity to say how much I love Elena being such a hater. And her having the most bone chilling horror movie scream when you land a hit or pressure her. Queen.

BUT THEN RUFUS??? ALONE AS CLOUD??? I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure bro. I hate blonde men. Had to restart several times to get his patterns down. Was very upset with my inability tp dodge, usually I play my fights pretty head-on offensive... I was shaking crying throwing up until I had Rufus down to like half his health. Kujata on Cloud really helped me idk. Darkstar was annoying, but got him down eventually after using Clouds Limit TWICE. Almost died when Rufus was only like 3% HP remaining. The way I was shaking when it was finally over... damn. Never wanna do that again but I had already heard that the Rufus fight was pretty annoying...

Cait's betrayal was nothing new to me, I did know about it. Still made me sad ofc. THE WAY YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH HIM AFTERWARDS? I'm heartbroken.

Now it's off to the Temple/The Promised Land. Very curious what the last 2 Chapters are gonna bring. Heard 13 was quite long, but I wanna try and play it all now without any more interruptions... gonna play side quests and minigames later. Maybe I'll even be able to finish this weekend, which would be nice. I'm on vacation next week and won't be home...

So that's that. Enjoy some screenshots I took during this chapter!

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iheartgod175 · 8 months

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Some Thoughts!

Man, I haven’t done a post like this in a while! But I figured I might as well before I work on one of my numerous WIPs XD

—So, I’ve been back on a Zula Patrol kick like you wouldn’t believe. Though that should be obvious with all the memes I’ve been making, haha! I promise this won’t become a Zula Patrol only blog, haha!

—I’ll be working on building my graphic design/editing skills so I can properly redesign my blogs ^^ You can expect a few graphics throughout the month! :)

—Chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered is also coming along pretty nicely. I’ve been enjoying adding the layers of mystery and horror to the world that Multo ends up in. Oh, and a couple of new characters are making their appearance, too. And that’s all I’m going to say about the subject!

—I’ve also been steadily working on Love Language for the last couple of months. I thought FOR SURE that I’d be posting its first chapter by the end of the month, but life happened—not to mention that I keep coming up with MORE headcanons for Multo and Zeeter that I just have to write down and put in the story. XD Also, the story’s grown to the point where I had to break it up into FIVE chapters, now, with the fifth being the actual conclusion. This story’s been so fun to work on, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it when I finally publish it.

—That being said, I did have a few insecurities regarding the writing of Love Language. I wondered if anybody would actually read this story since 1. ZP isn’t a very well-known cartoon, and 2. Even for rarepair standards, Multo/Zeeter sure seems like it came out of left field. And for about a few weeks, I did leave it alone, out of worry that nobody would read it. But then I came across posts in my feed that said that it’s important to write the stories that you’d like to read, even if they don’t get any readership, because telling your story is what matters. I’ve dealt with this a lot since writing all of my stories, namely my Zula Patrol series. And while I struggle with it occasionally, I’m not going to let that whole “nobody will probably read this” mentality stop me from writing about these goofy aliens, and my favorite opposites-attract ship, of which I’m the sole captain.

—While I’ve been working on Blazin’ Trails content off and on, I’m having a deuce of a time trying to work on the final chapter of the original BT. I’ll literally sit down and open the document, looking for something to leap out at me and inspire me to work…but nothing’s working. And I really want to get things started with Blazin’ Trails Redux as well…*sigh*

—As for Super Why stuff, I’m looking forward to seeing the new shorts that are debuting next month! I got to see the first short, and it’s adorable. And I also can’t wait to see more of Power Paige in action! I just really hope that Woofster and Alpha Pig aren’t written out of the show :(

—Speaking of PBS Kids stuff…I kinda sorta got back into both WordGirl and Arthur. GOD, I feel old! And now, I’m half-tempted to have WG guest star in SRBA like Santiago will. The SRBA ‘verse? More like Into the Reader-verse, LOL XD

—Sodor Magic Crusaders MAY be getting an update in the near future. I thought about working on it for the first time in months, and I remembered that I only have a few episodes left until I can get to write the second season.

—Slowly but surely getting back into Honkai Impact 3rd. I still haven’t gotten a chance to watch the part 2 trailer, but it looks like it’s gonna be interesting!

—One thing’s for sure. Power Paige will definitely appear in the SRBA ‘verse. I just have to figure out what her backstory would be as well as her powers and what kind of fighting style she’d have. I know for sure it won’t be a sword—we already have four sword fighters in SRBA thus far (Super Why, Presto, Muse and Jackson).

—In Super Why news, I HAVE been working on the fifth chapter bit by bit, and I’d like to say that it’s about 65% finished. I don’t think it’ll be quite as long as the last update, but I don’t want to speak too soon ^^;

—I haven’t drawn anime in ages, not since I first started uploading on DeviantArt. And I admit, the pic that I’m going to post of Usagi isn’t the best..but you know what? Screw it! The only way I can improve is to practice, even if it’s wonky or incorrect! ^^

#hanna-barbera #the zula patrol #super why #sailor moon #pbs kids #ramblings

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I Am Still Right Here Chapter 2 Part 4 (Brian x Justin, QAF, Support Group AU)

I have uploaded all of Chapter 1 on AO3.

You can find Part 1 of Chapter 2 here and Part 2 here and Part 3 here.

This is the final part of Chapter 2 I will be posting it in its entirety on AO3 later on today.

As always, I wouldn't be here today writing for the QAF fandom if it weren't for the support of @winderlylandchime @maryp50 and @lostcol

Enjoy the end of this story!

One Month Later

Brian felt like shit. Not the “oh my stomach kinda hurts” kind of shit, but the “death would be better than this” kind. Ever since his scan had come back showing that the cancer had spread, Brian’s doctor had been much more aggressive with treatments. He was now lucky if he managed to make it into the office 2 days out of 5. If he thought radiation treatment was bad, it had nothing on the hell chemo put his body through.

He’d finished his chemo treatment for the day and had every intention of going back to his loft and passing the fuck out for a few hours. But, the nausea and body aches had hit him almost immediately after leaving the hospital. So, instead, he had told his cab driver to take him to the Bloom Gallery. Justin was working a full shift today since his school was on a three-day weekend. He figured he could grab Justin from work and get him to come back to his loft with him. Brian wouldn’t say it out loud, but the way he was feeling right now had him terrified of being alone.

“Hey, Bri.” Lindsay greeted him the minute he stumbled through the door. “Are you sure you should be out and about in your condition?”

Brian adjusted the face mask he now wore when out in public to protect himself. “Fuck you, Lindsay.” Brian gasped, already out of breath from the short walk.

“Seriously, you look like shit.” Lindsay came over to him and helped guide him to a nearby chair.

“I’m on the chemo diet. I heard it’s all the rage for cancer patients.” Brian quipped, looking sideways up at one of his oldest friends.

“Besides,” Brian grimaced at the pain shooting up from his joints. “I came to see Justin.”

Just as the words left his mouth, Justin came from the back carrying a large canvas. He saw Brian and immediately put it down against the nearest wall and rushed over.

“Brian! What are you doing here? You should be home. Resting.” Justin’s hands roamed along the planes of Brian’s face and his upper body before Justin’s eyes met Brian’s gaze.

“I realized…” Brian stopped to catch his breath again. Then he gave Lindsay a pointed look. Justin nodded in understanding. He stood up straight and faced the blonde woman.

“Hey, Linds, could you go get Brian a glass of water?” Justin asked, giving her his best pleading look.

“Of course!” Lindsay practically hopped into action.

Once she was gone, Brian crumpled against Justin, who was back to kneeling in front of him. “I realized I didn’t want to be alone. I know you are working, but could you…” Brian looked up at Justin, who nodded.

When Lindsay returned, Brian was breathing better, and Justin had called a new cab to take them to Brian’s loft. Brian accepted the glass of water, moved his mask, and took a big drink.

“Hey, Lindsay. I know I said I could work the whole day, and by leaving, I put you in a bit of a bind, but I think I should help Brian home and get him settled.”

For good measure, Brian protested, “Justin. No. Stay at work. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You couldn’t even make it all the way home. You came here.” Justin fixed Brian with a meaningful glance.

“Of course, Justin. I will be fine. The next gallery opening isn’t until next week. We have time.” Lindsay gave them both a smile and sent them on their way.

Brian had honestly expected more pushback from Lindsay on the matter but wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She had given Justin the day off with no fuss; he would take that win any day. On the cab ride over to his loft, Brian leaned against Justin’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He was so tired.

Before he knew it, Justin was nudging him awake and helping him out of the cab. The blond handed the cab driver a handful of bills and told him thanks. Brian’s bed couldn’t greet him soon enough. As soon as Justin slid the door to the loft open, Brian was slowly walking over to it, stripping as he went. Justin followed him shortly after with a bottle of water and some ibuprofen, just in case. Brian was almost half asleep by the time he lay down. Justin sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on his thigh.

“Get some rest. I will be right here if you need me.” Justin moved his hand up to stroke Brian’s hair.

“Stay with me,” Brian mumbled, his eyelids feeling heavy.

“Yeah, I’ll be over on the couch drawing,” Justin whispered, still stroking Brian’s hair.

Brian nuzzled into Justin’s touch. “No, stay here with me.” And so, Justin did.

Brian fell asleep, curled up against Justin as he lay with his back propped up and his sketchpad on his lap. When he woke up sometime later, Justin was still in the same spot drawing away. Brian sat up enough to put his head onto Justin’s shoulder. He felt the smile creeping on his face as he and Justin lay there in silence, just existing together. Brian loved watching Justin make art. He nuzzled into Justin’s neck and gave him a kiss.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Justin brought his drawing hand up and cupped Brian’s cheek without turning away from his sketch pad.

Brian nodded sleepily. He was about to wrap his arm around Justin’s torso when his stomach lurched. He got up from the bed quickly and managed to get to the bathroom just in time to vomit everything in his stomach. Justin followed him a few minutes later, he had an open can of ginger ale in his hand.

“I figured you could use this.” Justin smiled and handed over the can.

Brian moved away from the toilet and leaned against the shower wall. He took a sip, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

“This chemo shit sucks.” Brian finally muttered.

Justin plopped down on the floor next to him. “Yeah, I figured it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Let’s just hope it helps.”

“If my cancer continues to spread after all this, I’m going to kill myself.” Brian scoffed, taking another sip of ginger ale.

Justin ran his fingers through Brian’s hair and came back with some of it. Brian’s eyes landed on the strands in Justin’s hand. With a sigh, Brian shrugged. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He knew the chemo was going to kill his hair, causing it to fall out. But, the reality of it was still hard to bear. Brian loved his looks, and now his outside finally matched the sickness that had been raging on the inside for months.

“There goes the last bit of me.” Brian muttered. He knew Justin wouldn’t understand, but he needed to say it.

“Your hair will grow back.” Justin pointed out. Bless this young, blond man for his insane amounts of optimism, even in the face of weakness and death.

Brian scoffed, pulling himself up off the floor. “But my reputation will never recover.”

He shuffled back to his bed and crawled back in it, under the covers. Justin didn’t say anything, but Brian hadn’t expected he would. There was a reason he’d asked Justin to be here with him instead of someone like Michael or Lindsay. Brian didn’t need someone who would continue to placate him after he’d made it clear the point was moot. He needed someone who would understand enough to let him sit in his feelings however long he needed to.

Justin was about to rejoin him on the bed when someone knocked on the door. He leaned over to place a kiss on Brian’s cheek and then went to check the door.

“I’ll go see who it is, and send them away,” Justin whispered alongside his kiss.

Brian couldn’t do much more than nod, his body already on the verge of falling asleep. A few minutes later, Justin was back. Instead of getting on the bed, he came around to Brian’s side and kneeled down so they could be face-to-face.

“I tried to send them away, but she’s insisting on seeing you. She said she didn’t care if her son’s assistant said no. She would be the judge of his condition herself.” Justin whispered, placing a hand on Brian’s arm in support.

“Fuck.” Brian groaned, turning his head into his pillow. What the fuck was his mother doing here?

“Go tell Saint Joan I’ll be out shortly and offer her a drink,” Brian mumbled, not taking his face out of his pillow. Justin squeezed his arm before departing. The thought of his mother alone sent a new wave of nausea through his body.

Brian took a deep breath and crawled out of bed. He hadn’t wanted to tell his mother that he had cancer, but there was no way she’d see him today and not figure it out. He might as well rip the bandaid off. Brian slowly made his way across his loft to the kitchen. His mother stood there awkwardly, looking around at all his designer fixtures, a judgmental look on her face.

“Brian!” Her face lit up the minute she saw him. “I went by your office, and they said you were out sick. I knew it couldn’t be good if you called out of work.”

Brian went to the fridge and grabbed a cold can of ginger ale. Then he went to the cupboard and grabbed himself a glass. Only then did he stop right next to Justin and face his mother.

“So, I have cancer.” Brian decided the ripping the bandaid off approach was probably best.

Justin reached over and grabbed Brian’s hand. He wanted desperately to allow him, but his mom didn’t know he was gay. He figured one bombshell was enough. He didn’t want to be responsible for his mom’s sudden heart attack over that. But she must’ve seen the movement anyway.

“It’s a sin.” She gave him a stern look, much like she used to when he was a kid and had pissed off his dad in some way. “God punishes those who act immorally.”

“So, you think I have cancer because I like to fuck guys?” Brian scoffed. “Gee, thanks, mom. I always look forward to our chats.”

“Mrs. Kinney,” Justin spoke up.

“Justin.” Brian grabbed his hand and subtly shook his head. “I got this.”

“It’s not too late.” Joan continued as if Brian and Justin weren’t even there. “God still loves you. You can still change.”

Brian started to see red. It was one thing for his mother to force him into taking her to church a few Sundays a month, but it was another to spout her rhetoric at him while he was battling cancer.

“You have to fight temptation. Stay strong. Harden yourself.” Joan gave Brian more of her religious bullshit.

“I would love to harden myself, Mom. God, I would much rather be hard so I can fuck every hot guy I see. Instead, I get to puke my guts out and wonder if my body will ever stop hurting.” Brian spat at her in return. After he felt a little dizzy so he sat on a stool and closed his eyes.

“I think you should leave.” Brian heard Justin say. For once, he was grateful that he didn’t have to face down Joan Kinney alone. By the time Brian was able to fight off the dizzy spell and open his eyes, they were alone once more.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” Brian mumbled as Justin stepped into his personal space and wrapped him in his arms.

“Me? What about you? She basically said God gave you cancer because you’re gay.” Justin exclaimed.

“It’s not as though I haven’t thought it before.” Brian got up and moved out of Justin’s touch, back toward his bed once more.

A few minutes later, Justin joined him on the bed. “Do you really think that?”

Brian rolled his head into his pillow for a moment before turning back to Justin, giving him an answer.

“You try to avoid it, spending multiple Sundays a month escorting your mom to church while during the week, your body is being put through hell just to survive.” Brian’s eyes met Justin’s in the most vulnerable move Brian has ever made in his life.

Justin didn’t respond. Instead, he wrapped Brian up in his arms and hugged him tight.

“Your cancer isn’t a punishment for you being gay. I hope you know that.”

Brian traced shapes onto Justin’s arms as they lay there in comfortable silence. It usually took him ages to get out of the negative headspace his mom always put him in. And yet, Justin managed to get him there in less than thirty minutes. He realized then that he always wanted Justin around. For the good parts and the bad.

“Move in with me,” Brian whispered against Justin’s temple.

“What?” Justin turned so that they could look at each other.

“I know we’ve only known each other a few months, but I like it when you are here. And when you aren’t, I wouldn’t exactly mind it if you were.”

One Year Later

Brian shuffled around the kitchen making coffee to go and putting the finishing touches on his outfit. He was trying to tie his tie and eat some toast when a pair of hands wrapped around his chest and took over. Brian smiled to himself, around the toast, and turned to face the owner of the arms.

Justin smiled at him, moving his arms from Brian’s chest up to his neck and pulling him closer for a kiss. They both deepen the exchange, almost forgetting about the coffee being made until the coffee maker goes off.

“I would love to stay here and keep doing this, but I’m going to be late for my meeting with Brown Athletics.” Brian smiled against Justin’s lips as he placed another quick kiss there.

“First day back after getting a clean bill of health. How does it feel?” Justin grinned.

“Like a million bucks.” Brian handed Justin his own to-go mug of coffee. “What time is your gallery event tonight?”

“Seven, but you don’t have to come.” Justin looked down at his feet and shrugged.

Brian gripped his chin and lifted it back up so they made eye contact once again. “You're showing your art. Of course, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The two grabbed what they needed and left the loft together. On the elevator, Brian leaned over and kissed Justin again.

“Besides, Emmett would murder me if I didn’t come.”

“Yeah, he really would.” Justin laughed. “He might seem mild-mannered on the surface, but don’t piss off a gay Southerner.”

“I would hate to find out what his Aunt Lula might’ve taught him about getting revenge,” Brian smirked. The two climbed into Brian’s Jeep, and he drove off toward Justin’s job.

Pulling up outside the Bloom Gallery, they were met by Lindsay, who was holding onto Gus’ hand.

“Hey, Justin! Excited about tonight?” Lindsay smiled as she opened the back door of Brian’s Jeep and put Gus up into his booster seat.

Once Justin was out of the front seat, Lindsay leaned through the window to talk to Brian.

“Please drive carefully. Melanie will come and get him around 4.” Lindsay looked toward Gus and blew him a kiss. “Thank you again for doing this. I know you have that important meeting today.”

“Don’t worry about it. Sonny Boy and I are going to have a blast. Isn’t that right?” Brian looked in the review mirror at Gus, who threw him a thumbs-up.

“Okay. Call if you need anything.” Lindsay worried her lip, looking between Brian and Gus.

“I’ll be fine. I’m 100% healthy and want to spend more time with my son. Besides, he loves Ted, not sure why.” Brian shrugged and waved Lindsay off before he turned the Jeep back on and threw the gear into drive.

Later that night, Brian was dressed in his nicest Armani dress pants and button-down. It was open at the collar, showing off a bit of his chest. He had a glass of water in his hand. There were at least a hundred people milling about the gallery, all looking at the various pieces of artwork available. Brian hung back and just watched. He tucked his lips in and smiled as he made eye contact with Justin across the room.

It blew his mind to think a year and a half ago, Justin wouldn’t have been able to even walk through that door. Much less mingle with a hundred people, most of them strangers. Justin had come a long way since the first night they met. Now, he was out almost every night hanging out with Daphne or Emmett or joining Brian at Babylon, which he bought for himself as a “congratulations for beating cancer” present. Things were so different, and yet Brian still felt compelled to watch over Justin and protect him from himself.

It didn't escape Brian's notice that Justin's support group leader and his friend from the group, Margaret, were both in attendance tonight. Brian's heart swelled with pride, knowing that Justin had more people than ever before rooting for him to succeed. Even his mom had shown up to lend her support, though Brian couldn't currently locate her.

With that thought, Brian strode across the hall and swung his arm around Justin’s chest from behind. He brought his lips to Justin’s ear and whispered.

“Who created that abstract painting with all the blues and reds and greys? The one that looks like Emmett’s street at night.”

Justin grinned and turned in Brian’s arms. “I wasn’t sure you’d understand it. I wanted it to be vague enough that anyone could buy it but specific enough that if you or I saw it, we’d remember.”

“I put a bid on it. It’ll look great in my office.” Brian leaned his forehead against Justin’s and smiled into a kiss.

Then he leaned forward and whispered, “Do you think anyone will miss you if I take you to the studio and show my appreciation?”

“Brian! We’re in public!” Justin leaned back. But his mouth was in the biggest smile of his life, and his eyes were alight with excitement. “As long as we are quick.”

“Alright, we can wait til later. I’d much rather take my time. Paint a canvas of my own.” Brian looked at Justin as if he hung the moon. Which in Brian’s world, he had. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.

“Sounds perfect.” Justin smiled as he pulled Brian in for another searing kiss.

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #brian x justin #alternate universe #support group au

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dancingdub · 11 months

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the housekeeper pt 2

Pretty smutty, but I wanted to try and get more of a storyline going

18+ ONLY 2.1k words

Ever since you left Emily’s, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. How she had her hands on you, her perfect lips and skin glistening with sweat while she was fucking you. It was a slight distraction throughout your next work week. Another thing you couldn't seem to shake. Emily hadn’t reached out at all. You’ve checked your email multiple times a day and still, nothing. You figured it was a one time thing because she probably would’ve gotten in touch right?

It was a Friday, and you were just finishing up your last client for the week. You knew the night would consist of a “Friends'' marathon and a bottle of wine to yourself. You got in the car and began driving back to your apartment. You couldn’t help but dread another night alone. You could’ve so easily just drove to Emily's place. Maybe it was me? Maybe she was just looking for a quickie? You couldn’t help but let your mind wander the possibilities of never seeing her again, but couldn’t seem to wrap your head around it.

Once you finally arrived home, you went and took a shower and then sat at the couch with your bottle of red wine. Wine glass filled, you laid back and enjoyed the show. It was a show you've seen numerous times but it never got old. It was something light and you didn’t have to focus. It was kinda hard to focus anyway because you couldn’t stop thinking about Emily. 9 PM rolled around, the bottle of wine was finished and you were dozing off. It was a long day so you needed some recovery time anyway, why not an early night? That's when your phone went off. To your surprise, it was an email from Emily. She asked if you could clean tomorrow and she would pay extra. Was it going to be the same as last time? What did she want out of this besides cleaning? Was it just for a fuck? your mind couldn’t stop thinking about all the possibilities. you knew you were getting too old for the one time thing. you just wanted someone who was yours. But you put all that aside and emailed Emily back. you just wrote that you would come tomorrow morning like last time. she emailed back quickly with a “thank you” and you left it at that.

it was just work, it’ll be fine.

you continued to doze off on the couch after your long day, thinking about all the outcomes of going over Emily’s tomorrow. she was lucky because you usually didn’t work on the weekends anyway.

your alarm went off at 8am and you jumped right out of bed. you immediately got in the shower. Once you were out, you picked out a nice set of matching underwear just in case, but put in your regular cleaning clothes. you gathered all your supplies and got in the car to head there, it was almost 10am.

you sat in the car for a minute, the nerves really started to build up. you couldn’t help but be a little excited to see the beautiful woman. you felt the ache between your legs while remembering what happened last time you came to her place. you took a deep breath and then got out of the car, supplies in hand, and headed to her door. Once again, you didn’t have to knock before she opened the door with a smile.

“hi y/n, please come in.” you entered her apartment, memories flooding back. you couldn’t help but notice a small bulge in her pants.

“I'm glad you were able to come over again, this place is a mess and I have no desire to clean.”

“oh it’s no problem Emily.” your voice trembled as you glanced down at the bulge again. she noticed and bit her bottom lip with a smirk.

“Well, I'll leave you to it then. I just have to make a couple stops and I'll be back to pay you.” you couldn’t even speak, all you could do was nod and she smiled and walked out. your mind started racing as you scrambled to get started. Was she really wearing a strap? Was she going to see someone else before she came back here? you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous if she was going to see another woman, but you had a job to do. so you put your headphones in and got started.

After about an hour of rushed scrubbing you finally slowed down. you were almost done and didn’t want to seem in a hurry just in case she came back soon. you did want to see what her intentions were. did she even want to fuck again? you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a one time thing. but then why would she invite you back?

A few moments later after letting the floor dry, you heard the door open this time. you remember to listen on low volume so she couldn’t sneak up on you again. though, you did pretend you didn’t hear her come in. you were facing away from the door, so you couldn’t see her approaching you. you soon felt her grab your waist with her hands and press against you from behind. you felt the bulge against your ass. you felt the butterflies in your stomach travel down to your pussy.

Emily put her mouth to your ear. “I love what you’ve done with the place y/n.” she nipped your ear sending shivers down your spine. You froze, unsure of what to do but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. That's when Emily turned you around to face her, noses just barely touching. You decided to make the first move, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. She immediately kissed you back. It was soft at first, but it became rough and needy very quickly. Emily had you pressed against the wall beside the kitchen, all you could feel was the pressure of the strap on your pelvic bone. Emily slowly backed away, separating your lips for a moment before guiding you by your hips to her freshly cleaned bedroom.

Emily pushed you back so you’d fall on her bed. She gave you a look and with a desperate nod she continued. She climbed on top of you, kissing your neck and sucking softly before sinking her teeth into you. You moaned quietly and she licked over the bite before grabbing your shirt and ripping it over your head. Emily paused to admire the red lace that was cupping your breasts. she smirked and pulled your pants off, throwing them on the floor.

“I almost couldn’t wait to get you back here. I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn week.”

“Please,” was all you could say before Emily went down on you. She licked your crease over your red lace panties making you squirm. she began to pull them off your hips, throwing them in the pile of clothes on the floor. she made her way back down to your pussy, licking your folds and toying your clit. you couldn’t hold in your moans, her mouth felt so good.

“Are you ready?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yes, please fuck me.” Just the way she looked at you made you wet. She pushed your knees back, spreading your legs wide. She grabbed the base of her cock, rubbing it through your folds. You moaned as it ran over your clit and down to your entrance. She slowly began to enter you, your pussy stretching over her cock. She paused before she forced it in, a gasp leaving you.

“Oh fuck, its so big.” she was thrusting slowly, getting you warmed up. You couldn’t believe how good she looked fucking you.

“What do you want, baby?” she asked, still pumping in and out of you slowly.

“Harder please.” she took a moment to adjust before pumping into you hard, your hips meeting.

“It's so deep, oh my god.” she smirked as she watched your face scrunch up, grasping the sheets in your fists.

She set a fast pace, fucking you hard and deep. Whines and moans left your lips as she kept pumping in and out of you. She placed her thumb on your clit, moving in fast circles. Your legs began to shake as she reached for your neck. She wrapped her hand around your throat as she fucked you hard.

“Oh yes! Right there.” she did as you said, keeping up the pace. Your legs began to shake,crumbling beneath her. She slowed and watched you shake as you came down from your high.

“Fuck.” you still weren’t in control of your legs.

“Do you think you can go again for me baby?”

“ I can try.”

“That's my girl.” without warning she lifted you up and flipped you on your stomach, putting you on your knees. She rubbed the cock across your folds quickly, sending a shock through your body. She forced herself inside, only waiting a moment before she started pumping into you again.

“Oh god.” she set a relentless pace, railing you. Your face was buried in the pillow, muffled cries emerging from you. She kissed your back before she began to nip and suck on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

“ I need you to come again for me baby.” the force of her fucking you was hitting your sensative clit just the right way. You went over the edge. Your legs collapsed under you making you flat on the bed. Emily moved with you to finish you off. Thrusting slowly until your pussy stopped clenching around her cock.

“ You're so hot.” she said, breathing heavy. She pulled out, taking the strap off and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room. You flipped over, the wetness between your thighs leaving spots all over the sheets.

“ I am dead.” you spoke still panting, Emily chuckled darkly.

“ You did a good job today. Now how about some lunch?” she read your mind. You nodded, still laying flat on your back. She got up and grabbed a pizza menu from the counter before returning next to you.

***

It was late, and you were still naked in Emily’s bed. You’d fucked practically all day. Taking little rests to recover and drink and eat. You felt your eyelids growing heavier as sleep was trying to come over you.

“ It's okay if you want to sleep. I’ve got some things I need to look over anyway.” you guessed she noticed that you could barely keep your eyes open. Thank god you didn’t have any plans for the weekend. You just wanted to be naked in her bed. Sleep overcame you. Emily was preoccupied on her iPad, swiping through some work material before joining you shortly after, also still naked.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a note on the side table.

“Emily?” you called before getting up with the sheet wrapped around your naked body.

The note just stated that she had gotten called into work and she didn’t want to wake you. She did leave her actual phone number so you could text her when you got home, which was way better than email. You decided that it was probably a good idea to get up and moving. You scrambled around the room looking for your clothes and putting them on. You made the bed and grabbed the rest of your stuff before leaving and locking the door behind you.

Once you arrived home you texted Emily saying that you got home and that you would want to see her again. You figured she was busy and couldn’t reply so you went about your day. Most of it consisted of tidying up your apartment and watching reruns of “friends”. Hours passed and Emily still hadn’t replied. You thought about texting her again but you also knew that wouldn’t do any good. You ended up dozing off on the couch watching tv.

You woke up the next morning and still nothing from Emily. You decided not to think about it too much. You guys never talked about anything other than cleaning and fucking. You decided to get up and run some errands. Food shopping and some laundry. You washed all your sheets and towels, vacuumed, dusted, did everything you possibly could to try and keep your mind off Emily. More hours passed and you were a bottle of wine deep, watching tv. Then your phone finally went off. It was finally Emily getting back to you. Her text just said to meet her at her place at 10pm tonight…

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds #mommy

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liliumsabyss · 2 years

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IS THERE GONNA BE A PART 2 FOR “I COULDNT WAIT FOR YOU” ? 💔

You won't have to wait for me

I couldn't wait for you, pt 2.

Part One

FEM DNI

Kazuha x Male reader, partial Thoma x reader

TW: Sad, Death, Blood, Major Character Death, Mentions of Major Character Death, Mentions of Having Children, slight abandonment, non-cannon shit, probably cussing, I swear like a sailor.

A/N: Here you go, Anon, It's kinda rushed towards the end, but I hope you find it enjoyable! :D And a giant thanks to everyone who liked the original post I was not expecting much out of it since it really was a midnight brain rot. And another thanks to my Mod @bartholomew2sstt I love you, you judgemental ass <3

One day, Kazuha met the blond-haired traveller who had requested passage into the nation of Inazuma. The traveller had won the competition allowing him to be taken by the Crux to Inazuma; however, Kazuha had one request for the traveller.

" I have a fiance, well, I hope I still do but could you check on him and make sure that he's alright." Kazuha nervously asked, avoiding eye contact with the traveller, fearing he was asking too much. However, the traveller agreed as they knew what it was like to be separated from loved ones.

But as the traveller got more used to Inazuma and closer to the residents, they finally dared to ask Thoma as it had been a reasonably personal topic, and they weren't sure who they could ask safely. But Thoma's face dropped to seriousness at the mention of Kazuha's lover, contrasting his usual upbeat personality.

"As you know, the vision hunt decree caused many to flee, including Kazuha," the man started " However, (y/n) stayed for multiple reasons, but since he was Kazuha's lover, the vision hunt committee soon came after him, specifically the army general Kujou Sara, but when he refused to let her know about Kazuha and refused to give up his vision she executed him." He finished seething in rage at Kazuha's name, shocking the traveller.

"You hate Kazuha, don't you? You know he doesn't know that his fiance is gone?" The traveller questioned with big eyes.

"Yes, I hate him, and I know he doesn't know, and I plan to keep it that way till he comes back." Thoma seethed this was the little revenge he could get for you even though he knew you wouldn't want that; it was more for himself. The traveller nodded quickly, putting together your story, Thoma feelings for you, and his hatred for poor Kazuha. Who didn't even know of your death. But within weeks of the travellers' arrival, the Crux and its crew arrived in Inazuma again. Kazuha immediately snuck to your guy's house, trying to go undetected. But upon his arrival at your house, he found nothing. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while. His heart dropped as he rushed to the Kamisato estate, fearing to find Thoma living the life he wanted with you; that was his default fear. So as he arrived, seeing Thoma outside alone sent some relief to him but not entirely; after all, you could be at your job running your flower shop or at home, anywhere, but still with Thoma.

" Thoma, greetings." He yelled out as he approached the other man. Only to notice a change in Thoma's aura, and Thoma's playful atmosphere turned to one of anger.

" Kazuha", the man spoke swiftly with a sharp inhale, signalling to him something was amiss.

" H-hey, where is (Y/n)?" Kazuha questioned so softly it even shocked him how weak his voice was.

" Follow me," Thoma said, tilting his head before walking at a swift pace. Kazuha quickly trailed behind with a lump in his throat. Many questions flooded his head as he barely paid attention to the direction he was heading. He only faintly recognized everything but wasn't paying attention despite his gut feeling he should. Before he knew it, Thoma had stopped. Kazuha looked around quickly, noticing that he was by their maple tree. Why? Why did Thoma take him here?

" T-Thoma, w-why are we here?" He asked, stammering and leaving out the unspoken question that left a heaviness in the air. Where was (Y/n)? Thoma stepped to the side, facing Kazuha once again. What Kazuha saw made his heart fill with dread. In his lifetime, he had never felt something like this, the utter anguish; it felt like his heart had been stabbed thousands of times only to be left muted in silence. He had only ever felt a similar pain when his friend died but even with how horrible that was, this was worse. Guilt and anger burned through his veins. He found himself staring at the bottom of the tree trunk with an inscription.

Here lies

(Y/n)(L/n)

A loyal friend and lover.

May Celestia watch over his soul in eternity.

xxx-xxx

Kazuha dropped to his knee’s sobbing. But anger was clearly present; nothing was wrong with his love that would cause death unless someone else had been involved.

"How?" He gritted, turning towards Thoma once again.

“ Kojou Sara, she went after you only to find (Y/n), and someone had to pay the price.” The other male said coldly, eyes full of daggers going straight through Kazuha.

“ Here you go though I guess you deserve it somewhat or at least (Y/n) would want you to have it.” Thoma continued taking the cloudy grey vision out of his jacket pocket before walking up to Kazuha, placing it into his hands, and leaving Kazuha alone with his thoughts once again. Kazuha was sent into turmoil; he debated on getting revenge but had decided against that as the general was only following the law; he ultimately decided to do nothing but honour the memory of his beloved.

So there, Kazuha sat. Everyday he would go to the tree and take care of their maple tree. He would talk endlessly to (Y/n) before leaving just when midnight finally hit, only to be back there when dusk arose. He never indeed left, and neither did his heart. The man slowly grew older and older, waiting for the day he would return to his love. Then one day, he hobbled over to the tree laying underneath with his hand pressed upon the inscription.

“ Hey, my love,” he stated very affectionately before continuing “you won’t have to wait any longer.” And with that, the man’s rough breathing slowed as he closed his eyes, taking his final soft breath. And he was right (Y/n) didn’t have to wait any longer; neither of them did.

Also, if you want a slight blooper courtesy of Bart:

#x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #kazuha x male reader #angst #slight fluff

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symmetricalkazekage · 1 year

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Story time!! I had joined Tumblr years ago after a friend showed it to me, but I never really used it. But then my lovely friend @m1dnyt3-w0lf sent me a tmnt fic and I was swept up (I had fallen in love with tmnt again at this point).

We are currently in the middle of writing our own chaptered stories, beta-reading off each other, but I wrote her this last year for new years, and I just wanted to share it. She gave me her self insert character to use, so I present to you my Leo x OC fic (the first fanfic I've written since 2016 👀).

Feel free to change the name as you read, and please leave me critique.

Also tagging @turtle-babe83 and @thelaundrybitch because I really like your writing and you kinda got me back into writing 😖🙏🏽

The holiday season, Christmas. Just like all the previous years it had come and gone all too quickly. Eventually to a point where you didn’t even feel the holiday cheer anymore, all the while people around you were all festive. Your Christmas was spent working overtime, extra shifts, over 2 jobs. You didn’t really have anyone to spend the holidays with anyway, so you kept your self busy by working, sometimes pulling all-nighters. Everyone, coworkers and customers alike always asked the same question, “Why are you working, it’s Christmas!”; your answer always being that you could use the extra money coming into the new year. You always received pitiful looks, but you were numb to them now.

You were mopping the floors of the diner at your second job, finally closing after the late evening rush. Your mind flooded back to 6 years ago, to when you were kicked out of your home and your family. You were always the odd duckling in the family, but when you started bringing up that you wanted to pursue full time work instead of college, you were immediately thrown out. Everything you owned tossed into the snow, which wasn’t much. A “Good luck” was all you got from them. You had couch surfed for the few months left of high school before you graduated. A month later you landed a job in a warehouse that paid it employees’ good money. 2 years later everyone who helped you was repaid and you had moved into a small apartment somewhere in lower Manhattan in New York. You got a transfer to a closer warehouse and managed to picked up a night job at a diner 2 blocks away from home. It was a struggle at first, but now, everything was so natural to you. You smiled wryly to yourself in bitter triumph.

‘See, I can succeed without college,’ you muttered into the space.

‘Well, you’ve definitely proven that.’

Fight mode kicked in; you spun around swinging the mop with you ready to beat a bitch down! You relaxed when you saw your manager Jenny standing there with a grin and a bag.

‘Oh crap, sorry Jenny!’ you yelled frantically dropping the mop and fumbling with the handle.

‘At ease Ashley, I came to tell you that you can go home now. You’re already here 3 hours passed your finish time,’ she smiled taking the mop from you, ‘and I am more than capable to finish up here.’

‘It’s okay I’m nearly done anyway,’ you said reaching for the mop, only to have it pulled form your grasp.

‘I’m serious, missy. You worked through Thanksgiving and Christmas; its New Year’s Eve and you’re still working!’

‘It’s not a bother honestly!’ You tried to protest, but she just shook her head. You watched her walk behind the counter with the mop, only to trade it with your bag and winter jacket.

‘But it bothers me, do you really not have anyone waiting for you tonight?’ Your phone pinged answering her question. ‘Ah, so there is a someone is there?’ she winked.

You pulled out your phone. ‘Nope, just the phone company letting me know my bill is due next week.’

‘Aw, that’s a shame. You’re such a pretty girl, you really need a boyfriend.’

You just laughed as you pulled your coat on and headed for the door, wishing your boss a happy new year. The cold New York wind hit you as you headed home. Its not like you wanted to be alone, you just kept everyone at a distance for safety. Well, almost everyone. You looked up to the sky, watching the snow begin to fall again. You weren’t surprised when you saw a giant figure bound from roof to roof under the cover of darkness, it also didn’t surprise you when you saw the figure stop on the corner of your apartment building. So, he’s here again, is he?

You walked into your apartment, placing your bag on the couch. You stood there for five minutes before thinking “what the hell” and headed to your window, climbing back out into the frigid air and up the fire escape. You were puffing and heaving by the time you reached the roof, why am I doing this again?

‘Need a hand?’ That’s why.

You looked up to the face of the smooth voice. Of course, he would be here, it had become religious at this point.

‘Thank you, Leonardo,’ you said breathless reaching for his hand. It always astounded you just by the sheer size different. You knew you were short, but standing next to him, definitely made you feel it. And it made you mad. ‘Do you have to be that fucking tall?'

‘Do you have to ask that same question every time we meet?’ he laughed.

‘Yes. I. Do!’

He laughed again, and you melted inside. It was like music, and you felt blessed every time you heard it. And that smile, made your knees weak on sight. He followed behind you to the other side of the building where a table and chairs sat, mainly for those that hung their washing during the hot days. You set your still hot food down on the table top before you turned and leant against it. Looking up, you jumped a little to see Leonardo standing close to you. His brilliant blue eyes glowing in the low light of the night.

‘Why are you here again Leonardo, I’m sure you have better things to do.’ You didn’t mean it to sound so dejected, but that’s how you were feeling.

‘Crime’s been slow since it’s New Years. And how many times have I told you to call me “Leo”?’ he shifted closer ever so slightly.

‘I’ve lost count at this point.’ You turned your head to the side, he wasn’t even that close, but you could still feel the heat radiating off his body. ‘Also how are you not cold, aren’t you a reptile?’

‘Donnie says its because of the mutagen, Raph says its because the stress keeps me running, and Mikey says and I quote “It’s because you’re too hot to handle dude!” so I really don’t know.’ He laughed again, but from the corner of your eye you watched his shoulders slump.

‘What’s up?’ you asked walking around the table.

‘It doesn’t bother you that I’m a mutant?’ he asked.

Not this again. ‘No, it doesn’t.’

‘I don’t scare you?’ his head dropped; he was no longer looking at you.

‘No, you don’t. why are we doing this again?’ food forgotten, your face scowled. You could never understand his self-sabotage. It was completely on accident that you had seen him and his brothers, you were just chilling on the roof when they dropped in. You were surprised at first, but you simply tossed them some chocolate and wished them a good evening before disappearing back into your building. Since then, Leonardo had made it his goal to annoy you, visiting almost every night. Originally, he said it was to make sure you wouldn’t say anything to anyone. But now, he had probably listed every excuse in the book to be where he is now. At first it bothered you, but then, you began to warm up to him. And eventually, you heart had decided that he was the one it wanted.

“…do you really not have anyone waiting for you tonight?” echoed through your mind as you stared at the giant turtle in front of you. The longer you stared, the harder it was for you to hide the blush that was forming; even harder to resist the smile that was forming at the corner of your lips. I actually do this time. You didn’t wait for his answer, you just scooped up the snow into a ball and threw it at his face.

‘If I was scared of you, I wouldn’t have done that…’ you said triumphantly at his stunned face, ‘or… THIS!!’ you threw another snowball at his face, your smile full of sass and devious planning; your heart flipping with glee. New Year’s resolution: be happy for me for once. ‘So, what are you gonna do about it, Le-o-nar-do?’

He blinked before he wiped the snow off his snout, wiping away any self-doubt; replacing it with the most evil grin you’d seen on his face. It made you shiver with delight. He didn’t say anything, he just charged for you at full speed. You dodged him, skidding under the water tank. You quickly made another snow ball ducking out and pegging it at the back of his head. It hit him square, and you watched him shiver; snow must’ve gone down his shell. He turned on you again, giving you no chance to make more ammo. You ducked back under the tank backing out the other end with more snow in your hand. You ran out into the open with the new ball and turned ready to throw; but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Your eyes scanned every inch of the roof, stepping as quietly as you could with your guard up.

‘Boo.’

You spun and went to throw your weapon, but he was much faster, catching your arm like it was nothing. You dropped the winter ball; time seeming to stop around you as you stood mere inches from each other. The height difference meant you had to crane your neck to see him, but it didn’t seem to bother you this time. He lowered your arm, but his grip didn’t leave you; instead he began to gently massage small circles into your wrist. Those small motions made your heart race as you instinctively moved closer, as did he. You both began breathing heavily, creating smalls could between you from your hot breath. You both just stood there staring, in silence, as the world around you began the countdown into the new year.

‘What’s your resolution?’ you asked.

He smiled, pulling you in with his free hand and slowly dipping down. ‘To make you mine,’ your heart skipped, ‘what’s yours?’

‘To be happy,’ you whispered.

He chuckled softly, ‘Sounds good.’

‘And to kiss you finally.’

Before he could say anything, you reached up on your toes and planted a kiss against his warm lips. He froze for a moment, clearly shocked. You starting to thinking it was a bad idea, but you felt him lean in closer, pulling you flush with him. The world around you was full of cheers and “happy new year’s” as you kissed on the rooftop, feeling the happiest you had ever felt in many years.

When you finally parted, you were both dazed and breathless. He smiled down at you as you shied away into his chest, embarrassed that you had to be the one to initiate. He just laughed at you, resting his chin on your head as he wrapped you in his arms.

‘Happy New Year, Ashley,’ he whispered.

‘Happy New Year, Leo,’ you whispered back.

#leonardo #leo x oc #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fic #tmnt fluff #new year

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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SaL anon here my friend after a very, very long week. This is actually my 3rd attempt at sending you an ask. First, I finally had time and was excited to type up something for the latest episode and then the Buck LI stuff came out and the mood for that was killed. Next I had mostly typed up my salty thoughts only to have my internet go down (yes, I whined at home "what i was going to read??!!" and pointedly ignored my very much filled bookcase because my ships aren't in them). So here let's see if this one works out.

So how is it KR and the promo dept always manage to kill any joy we have when we get fed any kind of Buddie content (the follow-up to the Eddie getting shot, and the 5b and premier come to mind here)?? Seriously Buck and Eddie more or less went on a date and had family night together and almost immediately they came back with "look Buck and Eddie are going to go on dates!!". Its exhausting cause it seems like any time they put out a story that might even be slightly suggestive of them being more than platonic bros they insist on following it up with stories to "prove" they are, no matter how recycled those plots are.

And okay let's take a second here to ask WTF is KR doing with these characters? In 6b alone we've had Buck dying, a coma dream, PTSD, super powers, and now he's getting a crush, and we STILL haven't finished the accursed sperm donor storyline??!! Bobby and Athena investigated had the death of a beloved friend 🙄 plot, HenRen had the nonsensical Denny secretly seeing his Dad which was never an issue before plot, and Madney and Eddie are just kinda there?? The other characters have had at best one storyline where the audience has to either invent or rewrite the backstory for. But for Buck he's had like 50 plotlines, none of which have really gone anywhere? I love Buck but I'd rather have him have 1 good arc and resolution than whatever this bullshit is. I'd easily take that screentime and give it to any of the other characters if it meant we got 1 well thought out and executed storyline. Instead we're just recycling and redressing old plots for everyone else while KR uses a magnetic poetry set to plan what Buck's doing from episode to episode. We have 5 episodes left in the season, 4-5 guest characters that are going to be incorporated (including 2 much beloathed ones 🙄🙄🙄), and nothing really setup for our mains to do (even Eddie dating isn't setup, it literally hasn't come up after Ana and you'd think they could have in 6a while he was watching his son mature).

Anyway, I'll stop the rant here though there's definitely more I could say. I'll close off saying I hope you're feeling better today since this week looks like its been rough on you. Sending you virtual tea, soup, and hugs!!

Long week is RIGHT my friend! I'm so sorry you were foiled in your previous attempts! I am right there with you on the Buck LI stuff just...sucking a lot of the joy out of things for me. Because of course we're doing this again 🙄🙄🙄 I was even writing up notes on a possible fic and you KNOW I haven't written anything since Malex and even that was before s4 started. But alas. That sucks about the power going out! I hate when that happens especially if I was in the middle of something! (Also I am SO with you. I keep buying books and then just...not reading them because my brain says "it's not our blorbos so no.)

I am just...so tired at this point. Like yes these people *may* not stick around, but even so, I don't want to loose out on Buddie scenes and Buckley-Diaz family scenes! I don't want Buck to have 90% of his time and discussions with some new character I do not know or care about instead of Eddie and the firefam! They already tried to do that with BT and it was the woooooorst! I want Eddie to have screentime and arcs but again, I don't want the little time we DO get to be wasted on some random side character! And lets be honest, there is no person they can introduce at this point that can compare with the relationship Buck and Eddie have already built and the ways in which they are the perfect partners for what each other needs. So the options are to a) cut down on seeing that relationship so their new het ones don't look so shitty and lame in comparison, b) have these women be mostly just Blurry Girlfriends in the background with no personality or depth just to have the boys paired off so they don't have to do Buddie while still centering their relationship so people can't call them out for not committing to Buddie because their "friendship" looks basically the same, or c) give them LIs that are basically the other's personalities transplanted into a female body in order to have the relationship be anything close to what Buck and Eddie need in a life partner. These are all terrible options, and I hate them, more than I hate the idea of them ending up single even though it undercuts their own narrative set up for the characters but that's a cop-out too.

ANYWAY

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 to everything about Buck's 700 shitty arcs this season while everyone else is mostly twiddling their thumbs. KR is literally the worst at pacing and planning, and constructing a season with any kind of flow. On the bright side, Ravi is coming back and Chim is going to get to do something! I'm so excited! I was really hoping for more of him and Bobby teaming up last week because the little crumbs we got were GOLD.

I did have a very emotionally rollercoaster-y week and the show being Like This absolutely Did Not Help, but I am making it work. Mostly with loooots of fic. Cheers friend, lets see if we can make it through the finale intact, if Buddie dreams can make it through the finale intact, and if the SHOW can make it through the finale intact with how these renewal negotiations are going.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #IDC how it turns out 5 episodes from now or next season this is literally a repeat of s2 AND s4 #with eddie getting with someone and buck going back to trying to date right after #i am TIRED #i am OVER them running things in circles and going nowhere #and i am sick of kr ruining everything about the show with her incompetence and her obsession with cheap drama #GOD and the sperm donor thing is STILL fucking going!#didn't she say how “fun” it could be to see buck trying to date in the middle of all that?!#GOD if i think too hard about that storyline or the next few episodes i just get filled with rage #so i'm gonna go read some fic and calm down #but it is past time for her to go for REAL #get that woman AWAY from buck and his arcs and the whole damn show actually #brb gotta go scream into the woods for an hour

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shemarmooresfedora · 2 years

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Summary: Spencer stalls your departure from his apartment on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content: fluff, vague allusions to sex

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: this is the start of my blurbmas! the masterlist can be found here! i don’t have a definite schedule for it all yet since i’m still in finals week.

You were laying on top of Spencer in a hazy bliss as his thumb slowly stroked your bare back.

“I should go,” you sighed.

It was the inevitable end to all the nights you spent with Spencer. Purely a friends with benefits relationship. To keep the loneliness away just enough to keep either of you from going completely insane from lack of human contact.

You played it off to the rest as carpooling but you both drove straight to his apartment after Rossi’s annual Christmas Eve party.

“Are you hungry?” Spencer asked.

You bit your lip in consideration, “Yeah kinda. The last thing you tried felt like it burnt a lot of calories.”

Spencer chuckled, pulling you close and placing

a kiss on the top of your head that was anything but devoid of feelings.

“Grilled cheese and soup?” he asked.

“Sounds good to me. You mind if I shower then?”

“Go right ahead. It’ll be ready when you get out,” Spencer grinned slightly, playfully smacking your ass as you left the sheets.

“Ow,” you jokingly pretended it hurt.

“Funny how it didn’t seem to hurt you 10 minutes ago,” Spencer smirked victoriously as he put his boxers back on.

“Go make me a sandwich,” you pushed him towards the door.

“There’s clean towels under the sink and feel free to wear any of my pajamas,” Spencer held his hands up in defeat as he walked towards the door.

After a nice relaxing shower, you pulled on one of Spencer’s sweaters and flannel pj pants.

As promised, Spencer was sitting in front of the TV with two bowls and plates resting on the coffee table.

“Thank you,” you spoke as you sat down on the couch next to him, grabbing the sandwich and dunking it into the soup, “It’ll warm me up before I have to go out in the cold.”

Spencer’s lips twisted in thought, “Hey, Home Alone is just starting. We have to watch it,” he insisted.

“Fine but only until I’m finished eating and then I really have to go, Spence,” you informed him.

You stood from the couch drowsily, “Where did you put my coat when we came in here?”

“You can’t leave now! It’s the best part,” Spencer pointed to the TV.

“Spencer, it’s the credits. We both fell asleep,” you stated.

“Another movie?”

“No, Spence. As soon as I find my coat…and my bra, I’ve got to go.”

“Round 2?” Spencer snuck up behind you to plant kisses along your neck that turned into a long yawn.

“What is with you, Spence?” you turned to face him.

“What do you mean ‘what is with me?’” Spencer furrowed his brow.

“You’re literally yawning. You seriously want to have sex right now?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then what?”

“It’s cold outside,” he spoke.

“Well yeah, that’s why I’m trying to find my jacket.”

“But you would be a lot warmer if you just stayed here,” he offered quietly.

“You…want me…to stay…for Christmas,” you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“I mean we’re the only ones on the team without plans so I just figured it would be nice,” he shrugged.

“Spencer, if you want me to spend Christmas with you, you’ve got to give me more than ‘it would be nice’,” you pleaded with your eyes for him to tell you the words you so desperately wanted to hear.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

You cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet your lips in the first kiss that you didn’t have to pretend was purely sexual. No, this was love. This was everything.

“I love you too, Spence,” you breathed out, “And I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.”

“And every day after that,” Spencer added with a smile before pulling you back in for another kiss.

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vechkinfan · 2 years

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Lost In The Shadows ~ (Part 4)

A/N: Thanks for everyone's patience with this chapter, I don't think I would have got it finished this quickly with out my partner in crime @alycu1. She's my sounding board for all these crazy ideas and helps a ton to get our boys just right! And most importantly I hope you all enjoy the next installment!

If anyone wants to be tagged at the bottom please don't hesitate to ask!

Words: ~5.9K.... (I know, I know, but I just can't help myself with long chapters...)

Pairing: The Lost Boys X OFC, Dwayne X OFC

Warnings: None that I can think of. Perhaps David being his usual sinister David self

Summary: David fishes for answers as to why Charlie found herself in Santa Carla.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5

Charlie would have been flat out lying to everyone if she said she truly hated riding on the back of Dwayne's bike. Sure, the first time had been a shock to the system with how fast he preferred to go. Which was just short of trying to break the sound barrier. It was very clear he was an adrenaline junkie, just like his three friends. However, he seemed like the more sensible one of the group, preferring not to try and run over every unsuspecting bystander he drove by - a major factor of what drew Charlie to him to begin with.

It was obvious that they were bad boys who liked to live fast, and it seemed as if Charlie was now caught up with them.

She knew on some level their interest in her had solely to do with her being new to Santa Carla, and that newness would slowly fade. Their attention would be turned to some other unsuspecting soul, and she would be quickly forgotten. It was an inevitable fact Charlie didn't mind, she didn't move all the way out to California to make friends and have a good time. She came to be forgotten, to be left alone and those two things had yet to happen since she arrived.

But as she sat on top of a large washed up piece of driftwood, staring out at the concert that was slowly drawing to a close several yards away, she wondered if maybe she should just enjoy their company for the time being.

Much to her dismay she was actually having a great time with them so far, Paul had even tried to drag her up off the ground to dance with him when the band came back on for their encore number. Charlie wasn't a dancer, and when she shook her head at him, Paul just laughed loudly waving off her hesitation. That boy had zero cares in the world and didn't seem concerned if he looked stupid doing anything he tried. Charlie on the other hand worried about all that bullshit. In a way she envied Paul for his carefree attitude, she bet it was quite liberating.

While she had been lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly waving off Paul's attempts to get her to join in, Marko had pulled her up by the arm playfully, spinning her around once she was on her feet. Gloved hands taking hold of her own as he continued to pull her upper body back and forth to the rhythm of the song. His cherub-like face held the biggest smile she had ever seen him sport.

Charlie hadn't grown up with many friends, or people who were interested in having a good time with her. Marko and Paul alone made her feel more welcomed and wanted than anyone in her life ever had. A dangerous realization she came to as she finally sat upon her driftwood perch again. She didn't want to become too attached to all their attention, she knew how her brain worked. But, how bad could it be to have a few weeks of unbridled fun for once in her life?

"Marko and I were thinking," Paul's voice broke Charlie free from her thoughts, causing her to look up at the blonde who was now laying in the sand on his side to the left of her.

"That's dangerous,” she quips, which seemed to catch Dwayne off guard. The brunette choked suddenly on the beer he had been nursing since they arrived at the beach.

Marko chuckled, as he reached over and shoved Paul back into the sand. "What he meant was, we were wondering, is your name short for something? Kinda have a bet going." He shrugged as he gestured towards his sand covered friend who was now trying to reach for another beer from his spot on the ground.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She smirks watching the two blondes glance at one another once Paul got situated with his next beer. Grins tugging at the corners of both their lips at her playfulness.

"Perhaps some of us would like to know." David, who had been eerily quiet since they arrived, spoke up. He had found a place to sit against a semi buried rock across from her, watching carefully through the dancing flames as she interacted with his friends most of the evening. "Afterall we are friends now, aren't we?" The tone of his voice sent a sharp shiver up her spine. It was dark and despite the calm nature of his appearance she heard the trenchant undertones.

Friends? She’d have to use the term friends very loosely to describe them all. Even with how often she had started seeing Marko and Paul, and even Dwayne on occasion, she wouldn't classify them as friends yet. Didnt you have to know someone's favorite color first before you could consider them a friend? Acquaintances was a more appropriate term but, given the air of menace that seemed to linger around the bleach blonde, Charlie decided it was best to play along.

"My name isn't short for anything, it's always been Charlie." Shrugging her shoulders, she gazed down into her lap briefly. Staring at her fingers that had been slowly picking away at the loose, fraying threads around the rip in her jean shorts. "My dad wanted a son, my name was the compromise."

It wasn't a lie but she watched David's brow lift in question as she glanced up at everyone. It was such a subtle movement she was certain he didn't expect her to pick up on it but it rang loud and clear in her head that he didn't believe a single word that left her mouth. Which was fine, she didn't need him to believe her. David could come to his own conclusions, it didn't change the truth of the situation.

"See! I told you it wasn't short for anything," Marko shouted as he threw open his palm towards Paul. Gesturing him to pony up the money he had bet on this little wager.

"Do I really look like a Charlotte to you Paul?" She quarked her brow in mock offense as she watched him dig around his pants pockets. Fishing out a badly crumpled twenty dollar bill and handing it, well more like throwing it, over to Marko.

"He thought you looked more like a Charlene, if that's any better." Dwayne added in, a smirk gracing his face as he picked at the palm of his hand. Doing his best to hide the fact he found Paul's name ideas amusing.

There had been nonstop speculation over the last several weeks about her name. The two blondes bickering for hours between themselves about the topic. It became so annoying that David had yelled at the both of them to stop. It wasn't very often that David would show true anger around all of them, so when he did, everyone knew he wasn't going to tolerate anymore.

Dwayne knew David wasn't as open-minded about her presence compared to Marko and Paul. Their leader was only interested in what kind of information she had to offer, since Max hadn't been much more forthcoming after her arrival. Sure, he finally threw them a bone and spoke about her when they last met up a few weeks back. But that was only after Max had caught Paul in the video store chatting Charlie up at the counter, despite having expressly told them not to bother her ever again.

It was a stern reprimand that went in one ear and out the other with all of them. To Dwayne, Max's words were an audible warning about them staying far away - that if anything were to happen to her at their hands, there would be consequences. But that didn’t deter them. Afterall David still hadn't got his answers, and he knew his brother would stop at nothing short of mind torture to get them from her if it came to it. However, he knew David was somewhat curious as to why Charlie hadn't told Max about them; she had ample opportunities to let it slip that the two numb skulls wandered into the store every night unabashedly. Except she said nothing, lips sealed tight as if she enjoyed the little secret she was keeping from her good pal Max.

Charlie's soft laughter caused Dwayne to shake his head clear from his train of thought. "No, that's not."

"I think Charlie suits you better anyways." Marko shrugs carelessly before tipping back onto the sand. Placing his hands under his head as he stared up into the night sky.

"So… what brings Charlie to the lovely Santa Carla?" David throws his arms to the side, gesturing around him. "I can’t imagine mommy and daddy really approving of this move, given it's the murder capital of the world."

“They aren’t really in the picture,” she answers vaguely, not feeling a need to divulge why, “and, to be fair, I didn’t know this was the murder capital until after I got here.”

“Not a planned trip, I take it?” David asks, tipping back the rest of his beer before wedging the empty in the sand and fishing out his cigarettes. Tapping the box against the palm of his hand, before pulling one free.

“Planned? Are any moves really that well planned out at our age?" Charlie responds, “I was really just looking for a change of scenery. So I taped a map on the back of my bedroom door and threw some darts at it. Santa Carla was just lucky enough to get hit.” With a shrug she picks a piece of dried seaweed out of the sand and flicks it over toward Paul who, diving out of its path at the last second, playfully glares at her. Flicking some sand back in retaliation.

"Darts? You're crazy, chica." Paul chuckles loudly, finally popping open his new beer once he resituates himself after Charlie's seaweed attack.

"Where else ya hit?" Dwayne, who had also been fairly quiet that evening, finally asks. Leaning forward on his own piece of driftwood so his elbows rested on his knees. Face framed perfectly by his long dark hair.

Huffing an amused laugh, she tips her head back so she can look at the few stars she can see in the night sky. Most drowned out by the lights of the boardwalk unfortunately. "Somewhere off the gulf of Mexico. The other dart? I missed so badly it ricocheted off the door and embedded itself in the wall behind me."

"So it was here or nothing then?" Charlie could hear the amusement in Dwayne's voice as she tilted her head back down to look at him.

"I'm a good swimmer but I think I made the right choice. Guess you could call it fate." Charlie rolls her eyes at her own mention of the word fate, reaching down for the drink Marko had thrown at her earlier. She had absentmindedly set it down without much thought, too busy trying to watch what was left of the concert. So when her fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle, she felt how warm the drink had gotten as she brought it up to her lips.

She paused briefly, wondering if it was a smart idea to start drinking with them. Charlie wasn't a drinker by any means, alcohol was on a self imposed ban she had placed on herself since she was old enough to know what liquor was. She had watched it destroy her father, the man was always three sheets to the wind at any time of day. It could have been 5 in the morning and he would still stumble in reeking of stale booze. Eyes glassy and bloodshot, staring at her with such contempt that she questioned if it was really her he was looking at and not something his alcohol addled brain conjured up.

"Don't drink?" David's snide voice broke her free from her bad memories. Eyes refocusing on the beer she was holding up to her lips. "Come on, Charlie, loosen up. What's a few sips gonna hurt?" He drly laughed before taking a drag off his cigarette. Eyes staring intently at her through the dancing flames of the fire as she pulled the bottle away and held it in her lap instead. A maliciousness lurking just behind those piercing ice blue eyes of his, one she was not quite sure was actually there or if she was just imagining it.

David, out of the four of them, was the hardest to read for Charlie. She wasn't sure if the way he held himself around her was how he typically was when he was with the boys. But she felt like injured prey whenever he was around, like he was sniffing out her blood trail on the ground as she ran, hiding behind vague truths about her life. It was clear he was loosely fishing for answers, but for what reason, she had no idea. There was nothing in her life that made her stand out in comparison to all the other hundreds of people passing through Santa Carla on any given day.

Charlie was ordinarily plain, for lack of better words. She certainly didn't have the same pizzazz that Paul and Marko had with how they dressed. Or the devilishly good looks Dwayne was fortunate enough to be born with.

"I'm good actually." Sighing softly, she extended her hand towards Dwayne. Shaking the full bottle at him gently, making the liquid slosh against the amber glass so it would grab his attention before he reached for a new one. "How long have you guys been in Santa Carla?" Their eyes meet momentarily as she felt Dwayne's fingers brush against her own as he took the beer from her.

"Feels like an eternity." Paul says, which almost immediately caused Marko to snicker beside his friend.

Marko, who still had been laying on the ground, sat up to look at her. Trying desperately to hide his smirk with his closed fist that hovered in front of his mouth. "Time seems to fly when you're having fun here." Tilting his head at his blonde counterpart, the two shared a knowing expression before breaking out in laughter.

Again the exchange seemed like she was outside the loop of an inside joke that was just too over her head for her to understand.

"You staying here long? Or is there another round of darts on your horizon?" David's voice broke through the two blonde's laughter, making them stop almost immediately.

David's fingers flicked the end of his cigarette causing the ashes to drift away with the ocean breeze. Eyes locked with her own still as the sudden silence was filled by the crackling logs in the fire. The quiet was unusual, Paul and Marko rarely ever shut up so Charlie knew something was amiss.

"As long as Max let's me work and live above the shop, I don't see why I'd leave yet." Charlie narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at David, watching as the corner of his lip turned up. "Santa Carla isn't that scary for being the murder capital.” He seemed almost amused with her answer.

“Give it time,” David mumbles, smirking to himself as he takes another long drag of his cigarette. Finishing it off and throwing the butt into the fire in front of him.

“What?” Charlie asks, not having heard him fully as the fire crackled loudly and a group of drunk kids ran past them screaming incoherently.

“He hasn’t set a time?” David says louder, keeping his earlier meaning to himself and the boys. Who had all heard what he’d actually said crystal clear. “A limit to your little arrangement? Awfully nice of him, don’t you think? I’m beginning to wonder if you aren’t providing more services than just your time at the front desk. It’s not often you hear of a wanderer being given room and board, and being paid for it to boot… not unless they’re giving their benefactor a little something on the side.” David knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't quite help himself. The girl was infuriatingly vague about everything. Perhaps if he got her to show a little emotion he'd get somewhere finally.

Instead of anger crossing her features which he had hoped for, he watched as Charlie burst out in laughter. Causing his smirk to falter ever so slightly and Dwayne's head to turn towards him with a raised brow.

"You think I'm fucking Max?" Her words came off in an incredulous tone between laughs. "I think I'd have made a better deal for myself if that was the case. Perhaps, like, not working the counter of a video store almost everyday of my life?" She kicked her legs out in front of her, burying the toes of her shoes in the sand. "He's just a nice guy, who was generous when I needed it. No more, no less." Running a hand through her hair, Charlie looked towards Paul who was no longer paying much attention and instead was picking at the sand in his shirt.

"Why do you guys have such a problem with him anyways?" She casually asked, changing subjects.

Charlie wasn't a fan of David's assumptions but she played it off the only way she knew how. Laughter. It would do her no good to get angry, he, afterall, was probably just trying to rile her up. Dwayne had a habit of doing that, he even seemed to enjoy it judging by the aggravatingly cute smirk he'd give her afterwards. David was probably no different, ruffling the feathers of the new girl to see how far he could push. It was most certainly a game to him on some level, and Charlie wasn't going to easily fall into his traps. She did that enough when she talked to Dwayne. Except with Dwayne she never felt like there was an ulterior motive lurking beneath his teasing, David though? That always felt the case.

"There's no problem," David shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder towards the ocean. Pretending that the young couple running along the darkened shore line a few yards away had caught his attention.

Paul, who had been quiet since David took over their conversation, stood up dusting the sand off the back of his off white pants. "Max is just a fun sucker. Always stopping Marko and I from coming in to talk to the prettiest girl on the boardwalk." Walking around his friend, Paul reached out and ruffled Charlie's hair playfully before sinking down beside her.

Rolling her eyes at his words, Charlie shoved his shoulder. Smoothing out her hair afterwards, not wanting hers to mimic the blonde's crazy mane. "Does that kind of line actually work on anyone?" Paul would flirt with anything that had a pair of boobs if given the chance. She figured he just couldn't help himself most of the time.

"You'd be surprised,” Dwayne added, hiding the coy grin he was sporting behind the beer bottle he placed against his lips. Taking a long drink of the warmed alcohol.

"Everyone but you, chica!" Paul, for the most part ignoring her earlier shove, wraps his arm around her. Allowing his head to rest on her shoulder, staring up at Charlie with flirtatiously wanton eyes that make her scoff. As if that was what would bring her to her knees in front of him.

"Maybe she's playing hard to get.” Marko wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Paul does like a good chase."

Charlie scrunches up her nose at the idea which makes Paul laugh.

"It's true, I do,” Paul says with a cheeky wink and this time it’s Charlie that has to laugh.

"You two are lucky I feel morally obligated to pay you back for saving my ass tonight. Otherwise I'd punch the both of you." Charlie smiles, enjoying the small banter the three of them seemed to have when David wasn't interrupting them. Sure they could be annoying but, secretly, she enjoyed their joking.

"What?! Why?" Marko jumped to his feet. "Oh yeah, I remember now,” running around the fire, past David and stopping just behind Dwayne. Throwing his hands on the brunette's shoulders with a slap. “You got a thing for our Dwayne. I get it, he's a very handsome boy." Grinning wildly, Marko moved impossibly quick and caught Dwayne's cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger. Giving them a little squeeze.

Charlie watches as Dwyane swats at Marko’s hand, his usual hardened glare etched onto his face as he looks at the blonde. It was a subtle warning, what with how his eyes narrowed ever so slightly and the grip on his beer bottle tightened. The sleeve on his leather jacket was rolled up just enough that Charlie could see the muscles of his tanned forearm tighten and loosen. Clearly irritated at the curly haired blonde but deciding not to act on it. Instead, Dwayne remained quiet as he continued to stare up at Marko.

Scoffing at his words, Charlie stood up. Grabbing a fistful of sand in the process, only to gaze down at the coarse beige grains that were slowly leaking through the cracks of her closed fist before throwing it onto the fire. Dusting her hand off on the front of her jean shorts she watched the flames. The sand had made the fire die down briefly before bursting back to life. Illuminating all their faces in an ominous amber glow.

"Yep, you got me!" She held her hands up in mock surrender. "My master plan is foiled. I'm just here to irritate you two by ignoring your not so subtle passes while I secretly pine over Dwayne." Shaking her head playfully, Charlie finds Dwayne's eyes. Trying her best to give him a sympathetic look, knowing she had armed the two blonde knuckleheads earlier that night by calling Dwayne her boyfriend.

Sure Dwayne hadn't seemed to mind much when the two of them were alone on the boardwalk after the three others took off to raid the liquor store. He had even lightheartedly teased her about it. But they had been alone at the time. Now they weren't, and just because he was ok with it before doesn’t mean he wants to hear the endless tirade the blonde terrors are likely to go on.

"Really?" Paul furrows his brows in confusion at her fake confession. In true Paul fashion, he failed to hear the sarcasm in her voice.

"No!" She shouted before sighing heavily. "I think those hair spray fumes have finally killed the last of your brain cells, Paul." Nudging his leather boot with the tip of her shoe, Charlie couldn't help but smile seeing Paul grin at her joke.

"Who says I use hair spray?" He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

"Gross,” Charlie laughs, “and no, I don't want to know." She points her finger at Marko who had his mouth half open ready to tell her what Paul's secret to large, out of control hair was. Dwayne smiles watching her stop Marko in his tracks but before he can say anything David rises from his perch on the rock.

"I think we should wrap this little party up, boys. Who's hungry?" Using his gloved hands he dusts the front of his black coat off. "Hungry, Charlie?” He asks with a mocking tone to his voice. He strode by her, usual sinister grin spread across his face as their eyes met briefly before he climbed onto his bike.

"I'll take her back," Dwayne interjects, knowing where David was going with this little line and needing to end that immediately. He wasn't one to question David's decisions but something in his gut made him intervene. Pushing to his feet he slowly found his way between David and her, cutting their line of sight from one another. "I can meet up with you a little later." His voice was emotionless as he spoke to his brother, but they knew each other well enough for David to sense the finality that was being displayed in that decision.

Dwayne hadn't cared all that much when David crossed several lines with her earlier that night in search of why Max had brought her to Santa Carla. Hell, he barely even cared that Marko and Paul kept making pointed jokes about what they were, that thankfully all went over her head. This though? This was playing with fire. David was flying dangerously close to the sun, so to speak, if he thought it would be okay to bring her along on a hunt.

They all knew that Charlie was human, off limits, and if Max ever found out they were going against his rule they'd be severely punished. Which only made David’s behavior all the more surprising. He never directly went against Max's authority, but since Charlie stepped into the picture, her presence had the blonde's wheels spinning. Stopping at next to nothing to get Information. Which is why David was egging her on, almost daring her to take his bait and come along. A tactic he often used on his prey for the night. So Dwayne knew he needed to bring this game of cat and mouse to an end before David did something stupid.

Bristling at the sudden display of authority, David slowly lets his gaze shift from Charlie to Dwayne, his lips setting into a hard line. Clearly angry that this night wasn't going to end how he wanted it to.

"I don't think I was asking you." David's voice was curt, on the verge of annoyed at that point. Tilting his head ever so slightly so he could look at Charlie again, half tempted to ignore Dwayne and glamour her into coming along. "I was asking her."

Charlie sensed the shift in atmosphere almost immediately as Dwayne got to his feet. A tension engulfing the group, one so thick it felt like she could cut it with a knife as she watched the two of them stare each other down. Swallowing thickly, she brought her hand up to rub the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's actually pretty late and I have work in the morning. Plus, I've bothered you guys enough already. Maybe another time."

Nodding his head slowly David looked away. "Alright then. Maybe another time." He parroted her words, as he glanced back.

Scoffing aloud, Marko shook his head, both in disdain for David’s behavior and in contradiction to Charlie’s answer, as he dumped sand on top of the fire. Extinguishing the flames instantly. "You aren't bothering us. Believe me, if we can put up with this one, we can put up with you." He laughed as he shoved Paul's shoulder, causing the other blonde to lose his balance and stumble to the side.

"Thanks, Marko,” she gives him a small smile which he beams back at, as does Paul.

"Come on,” Dwayne gently places a hand on the small of her back, “let's get you back in one piece shall we?" Nodding, Charlie let’s him lead her away from the group towards where he had parked his bike.

Meanwhile, things having gotten too chummy for his liking, David revs his engine a few times, before spinning the back wheel aggressively so the front of his bike now faces them. Watching carefully as Charlie climbs onto the back of the bike behind Dwayne. "See you around, Charlie." With that he peels out, a blast of sand shooting out from beneath his tire as he speeds off down the shoreline.

Having just gotten situated behind Dwayne, Charlie watches as the bleach blonde disappears into the darkness. Letting a shaky breath out that she hadn't realized she had been holding in. For a brief moment she wonders if David's soured mood was because she didn't play into his strange game of twenty questions. He didn't seem like the type of guy to always get what he sets his sights on and Charlie, not bending much on certain subjects about her life, probably pissed him off.

She just hopes he is able to get over the fact she would never openly speak about her past or who she was as a person before her move. Things that happened in her life before Santa Carla were in the past for a reason and there was no need to dig them up. No matter how much David seemed hell bent on doing so.

"Don't worry about him, Char," Marko shouts over the rev of his own engine. Gesturing towards the direction David flew off in. "He wouldn't be here if he didn't like you."

"He's just hangry." Paul laughs loudly as he walks his bike up on the other side of Dwayne's. "Don't take it personally." He let go of one of his handles bars, to rifle through the front pocket of his jacket. Pulling out a badly rolled joint, the end so smashed she wasn't sure it'd even light anymore. Paul didn't seem to mind though, sticking it between his lips smiling sheepishly.

"See you round Charlie." Marko gestures with his hand towards Paul beckoning him to follow as he speeds off after David. Hooting wildly into the night air like an untamed animal.

Paul of course yells excitedly in return, well the best he can with a joint caught between his lips, trying to outdo his cohort in crime. Jumping onto the seat he kickstarts his bike, giving it a few good revs allowing the smoke from his exhaust to engulf them all before he chases after his friend. "Catch you on the flip side, babe!" His words barely register with her from the distance he was already at, but Charlie shakes her head at the display none the less.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dwayne smiles down at Charlie who was busy watching his idiot brother weave around the few picnic tables scattered across the beach as he vanishes from sight. He hates to admit it but Marko and Paul had taken quite the liking to her, more so then he would have ever expected. Most of the time they couldn't be bothered with outsiders. The women they hung around were there for food and a good fuck if given the chance. Charlie, however, had removed herself from the food category. Fuckable was still an option in Paul's dense mind, but Dwayne knew a decent girl when he saw one and that's what Charlie was. She barely batted an eyelash when he tried to flirt with her, and the unamused smirk she had on her face when Paul tried was enough to tell Dwayne she wasn't interested.

"Ready?" He asks. When he sees her nod her head and feels her warm arms wrap around his waist without him asking her to, he doesn't hesitate, taking off towards the VideoMax.

The ride was fairly quick and when Dwayne pulls up in front of the store, he peers inside the front windows seeing a few customers wandering around the aisles still. It was late but Max keeps weird hours.

He felt her slowly climb off when the bike came to an ideal stop, placing her hand against his shoulder to steady herself.

"Thanks for tonight." Charlie smiles softly, tucking a few stray strands of her wind whipped hair behind her ears.

"Anytime, babe."

"Charlie!" When they hear someone shout her name, they both turn to see Max standing in the doorway. One hand resting on the door handle as he takes a few steps towards them. Eyeing Dwayne with his usual contemptuous look. "I was starting to worry, you're never out this late." Dwayne watches as Max’s look softens almost immediately as he grows closer to Charlie. But just as fast as it softened, his features set in a hardened expression as he turns his attention back to Dwayne. "I thought I told you to stay away from my store." Max snaps, pointing his finger towards Dwayne once he knows Charlie is ok.

"Hey there’s no problem here, old man. I was just helping out." Shaking his head in annoyance Dwayne is about ready to drive off. Not wanting to hear Max whine about some bullshit rule.

"Cut him some slack, Max." Charlie's voice caught Dwayne off guard. It made his brows furrow in confusion as he glanced back over his shoulder in their direction. "He was just making sure I got back safe. Some creeps were getting a little out of control at the concert, he -um, what is it you said your name was again?" She asks innocently.

If his brows could furrow any further they would have, because he was not expecting her to flat out lie to cover for his sorry ass. But here she was, pretending not to know him.

"Dwayne." He states plainly.

"That's right,” Charlie replies, “Dwayne here came to my rescue." From his spot on his bike he can see Charlie shifting her weight between her feet anxiously. Hands fiddling with the zipper of her worn out leather jacket

"Really?" Max once again eyes Dwayne incredulously, like he was shocked he was capable of being nice. In that moment Dwayne wished he could have rolled his eyes at Max, but he kept his composure.

"Yeah, it was really nice of him. Thanks again." Giving a small wave and a sneaky wink that happened so quickly he wasn't sure if he had really seen it at all, Charlie turns and places a hand on Max's upper arm. "I should have mentioned I'd be out late, next time I'll leave you a note or something. Promise."

With that she takes off running towards the alleyway beside the store. Leaving the two of them standing there watching as her figure ducks into the darkness and vanishes completely. There’s a short pause before Max considers her far enough away that she’d be unable to hear him and it’s only then that he rounds on Dwayne.

"I told you to leave her alone." Max says through gritted teeth, his fists clenching at his sides now, knuckles whitening from the force. Upset that Dwayne had broken the number one rule at present.

A dry resentful laugh escapes Dwayne's mouth as he pushes his hair back away from his face. "The chick didn't even know my name, pops." He shrugs, hands now itching to rev his bike to life and get the ‘hell out of Dodge’. "I figured you'd want your little pet back in one piece. There's a lot of monsters lurking out there." He smirks at his own joke.

Scoffing, Max waves him off, storming back into the video store and slamming the door behind him in the process. Drawing the attention of a few passersby who were making their way to the nearest parking lot.

Dwayne lingers a few seconds longer, gazing up when he notices a light turn on above the right store front window. A silhouette of Charlie quickly appearing behind the pane until she’s close enough for the lights of the boardwalk to reveal her smiling impishly at him, giving him Paul's signature ‘okay’ hand signal.

Dwayne smiles broadly up at her, revving his engine as she waves him off. He tips his head at her before he heads off to catch up with the rest of the guys and whatever trouble they were up to. Filing away her little act of defiance to tell them later.

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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gone | choi seungcheol

➝ Seungcheol x Reader

➝ feat. Mingyu

➝ word count: 2015 words.

➝ angst // idol!au // breakup!au // songfic

➝ song: Rosé - Gone, the lyrics are meant to be from yn’s pov!

➝ warning: uhh cheol is kinda an asshole here lol, minor character death?? there’s a mention of one, basically. that’s it i think??

A/N: This was requested by anon and I ended up fulfilling my own songfic gone agenda so I’d like both thank and apologize to anon heheh also, the req is to also make Seungcheol tries to win her back but I feel like it would be too long to conclude the story to reach that point T-T personally, I feel like it’s hard to make angst short if I want to make the story make sense D: or myb i’m not skilled enough to make a short angst haha. anyway! i left this with an open ending soooo myb a part 2 is possible??

edit: part 2: here

I thought that you'd remember, but it seems that you forgot

It’s hard for me to blame you when you were already lost

I'm tired of always waiting

It’s a stupid fight, Seungcheol knows it better than anyone else. But at the time everything seemed overwhelming, even your simple question of why did he not say he’ll be staying back in the dorm instead of coming back to your apartment managed to rile him up. Your tone wasn’t even accusing; you were just asking.

“Do I need to tell you everything?” he had asked, the words out of his mouth before he could even proceed everything. “You should know by now if I’m not at home by midnight I’d be spending the night at the dorm.”

You went silent, Seungcheol even needing to check his screen to see if you’d hung up. This riled him up even more, for some reason. “Why did you even call if you’re just going to whine and then not talk?”

It hurt. The way he didn’t sound angry but downright annoyed, a sigh every time he finished a sentence and his tone exhausted. Was talking to you something that much of a bother now? You didn’t even have it in you to talk back.

Seungcheol could hear you sniffing a little before you hung up without saying anything else.

It’s roughly thirty minutes later, barely one in the morning, when Mingyu stepped in the dorm, having spent some time on the other floor to play with Minghao.

“Oh, you’re here?” Mingyu said the moment he came in, seeing Seungcheol staring blankly at the TV that’s not even on. “I thought you’d be back home. Isn’t it [Y/N]’s Grandpa’s death anniversary?”

Seungcheol had only stared at your close friend, eyes wide open as he struggled to say anything.

You used to be so close with your Grandpa, having spent your childhood with him more than you did your parents. His death two years ago was so sudden, something that you took a hard time accepting. Seungcheol was there to hold you as you cried for at least a week straight.

Now he was accusing you to be whiny when you just needed someone to be with you through the hard night.

His calls went straight to your voice mail.

His texts left unanswered.

His manager wouldn’t let him go out when it’s already dusk outside.

I just wanna be the one

But to you, we're already done

Tell me, why'd you have to hit and run me?

Now I'm all alone, cryin' ugly

It had been a rough month for Seungcheol, gearing up for a new album whilst having to deal with some stuffs the company had given him as a leader. He barely had time for you (and himself) and he’d been on edge after that night forgetting about your Grandpa’s death anniversary.

When he was finally able to reach you by going to your apartment a week later, you had just shrugged, telling him a very small ‘that could happen, ‘s okay,’ as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

He told you he couldn’t come earlier because there were too much stuffs going on, with the company moving to a new building and all that on top of the comeback.

You had just nodded, saying you understand. But even to your ears you sounded tense and robotic.

Seungcheol held back a sigh, trying to calm himself down and pushed down his annoyance at your lack of response. He was stressed, and taking it out on someone else, especially you, is never the answer. How did it turn out this way? You’re his stress-reliever, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

But even his awareness didn’t seem to work when everything he did to try lifting up your mood was answered with a simple shrug and a nod. Your sentences were short and curt, only saying what’s needed.

After another hour of trying to no avail, Seungcheol finally broke and sighed, making you look at him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m not going to excuse myself, there’s no good reason behind that day and I’m genuinely sorry I snapped on you. I shouldn’t have done that; not on that particular day, not ever. But I don’t know what else I can do to make you feel better if you’re refusing to talk to me.”

“You don’t have to,” you tell him, voice small though it’s the loudest he’s heard you talk all day. “Try to make me feel better, I mean.”

Seungcheol frowned, not getting what you’re saying.

“Obviously, you and me are both not in a good state to be near each other. I’m stressed and you’re stressed, no good forcing yourself to make the other feel better when you’re not even in a good state.” You shrug, playing with your hands.

“Are you telling me to go away?” he asked, brows furrowed together.

“I’m telling you there’s no need to force yourself to take care of me,” you said, looking at him in the eyes for the first time since he came.

“Force myse—do you think I see you as a burden? Is that how you see me now? Because of one mistake?”

Seungcheol was agitated, then. He has always been a rather emotional person even with his ability to be level-headed, but currently his emotion seemed to fly all over the place at the wrong time.

“Look, do you even remember the last time we actually talked to each other?” you asked, staring at him.

“That—” he started, not wanting to lose. “That’s because you haven’t been replying to my calls!”

You shook your head, knowing well enough Seungcheol knew. It had been too long; maybe a month, maybe two, maybe more. The both of you had been too busy with work, too stressed with your own burdens that even the relationship seemed like one.

“I just… I think it’ll be better if we… stay away from each other for a while; see where that takes us. Everytime you talk to me I feel like you’re doing it halfheartedly and I’d rather you not—”

“I don’t… I don’t think this is healthy for both of us, Cheol,” you brought up, digging your fingers to your palm. “Everytime we talk to each other we either end up fighting or frustrated. This isn’t how a relationship supposed to work.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” he scoffed, anger boiling in his chest. It’s a wrong move, the little voice in his mind reminded him, don’t try to fight. “I’m here trying to apologize and you’re breaking up with me?”

“Fine,” he cut you off, not wanting to hear whatever you had to say and quickly standing up from the sofa. “If you think you’ll be better without me, fine.”

“Cheol, that’s not what I’m saying—”

He didn’t even let you continue, already out of your door in the blink of an eye.

Seungcheol felt shitty almost immediately, but his pride wouldn’t let him go back and try to make things better.

Mingyu didn’t talk to him for at least two weeks after he found out.

Another story that's sad and true

I can feel the pain, can you?

You had to be the one to let me down

To colour me blue

It doesn’t feel real even up until now, almost two months after the day he stormed out of your apartment. The emptiness in his heart feels too suffocating and it’s a complete bullshit to say he doesn’t miss your laugh, your hug, your random texts; everything that is you.

A few times he accidentally heard Mingyu talking in the phone with you, and it breaks his heart that every time it’s just Mingyu making sure you’re eating well and once he even heard your friend reminding you not to forget to take your medicine. His hands itched so much to just text you and ask if you’re okay, wanting to find out why do you need to take medicine.

Suddenly, it feels much too real when Mingyu suddenly barges inside his room with a box in his arms. The tall guy doesn’t even say anything, simply drops it on Seungcheol’s bed before leaving just like that.

Seungcheol sits straight immediately. He has a rough idea of what it could be, his heart both running too fast and almost dropping at the thought of you giving him back all of his stuffs he has left in your place through Mingyu.

His hands grip the side of the box tightly, leaving a dent on the card box as he slowly opens it. If anyone has found this box and sees what’s inside, they’d know for sure it’s a box full of memory, much too precious to be left behind. From his sweater that he has been looking for for almost a year now, to an extra charger he has left at your place, almost everything is there.

He knows, though, these are not everything. He knows some of his stuffs are probably still there in the place he has been itching to go to. You’ve probably gone on a cleaning spree and compiled every stuff of his that you’ve found along the way. He’s not going to believe you purposefully look for his things so you can give them back to him.

He’s not going to believe that.

That can’t be it right?

Surely, you’re not really saying goodbye to him, right?

Ten minutes later, when Seungkwan goes in to Seungcheol’s room to borrow some stuff, he ends up having to hold his leader in his arms as the older guy cries silently at the thought of his love slipping away from his life.

Mingyu just stands outside as he listens to Seungcheol cry, his door slightly ajar, his heart hurting for both of his dear friends suffering through the same thing.

Standing all alone and I'm searching for something

But I can't feel nothing

I pack my bags and go

This don’t feel like home

Too much darkness for a rainbow

You’ve been contemplating to move out of your current apartment. The yearly rent is due in a few months, anyway, and you don’t think you can still live in the place where your love with Seungcheol both bloomed and withered.

It seems like an extreme move just because of a break up, but a new place just might be what you need after living there in comfort for years.

Every side of the room reminds you of him, your 4 years long of relationship mostly grew in this very place and everything that you do seems to bring yourself back to the time when he’d be there to do it with you.

You were happy, yes, but it’s getting tiring to suddenly cry out of nowhere every now and then.

You sigh as you stare at your apartment building, a small carrier on your hand. You’ve been sleeping on Mingyu’s apartment by yourself, a place he has bought for privacy when he needs it though he still mostly stays at the dorm.

He has kindly offered it to you when he figured out what made you keep on crying at home, and you finally agreed, spending your time there for a week just to see if a new place is what you need. The answer is both yes and no, it turns out.

It’s not just your place, but everything reminds you of Seungcheol. His traces are far too strong in your life and you don’t exactly want to erase them, either.

Before you knew it, you’re already inside of the elevator, going up to your floor as you brace yourself to see the shadows of your past again.

When the elevator dings, indicating you’ve reached your floor, you sigh as the door opens, stopping immediately as Seungcheol stares at you from the other side. He seems just as surprised, gulping hardly as his eyes travel down from your face that he’s missed so much to the carrier on your hand.

“Can we talk?”

part 2: here

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mammonshuman92 · 3 years

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- It Takes Two - Pt. 2

(Mammon x Gn!MC)

Genre: angst to fluff (the fluff is coming I promise lol)

Warnings: cheating, not proof read , if i missed any TW’s I apologize

“We’re a little busy right now.” A familiar voice, biting and arrogant, came from his lap. His eyes widened, whipping his head around to look at you in his lap. Except it wasn’t you. It was her. His heartbeat accelerated as panic began to set in.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He chanted, standing up in an instant, causing the succubus to fall to the floor with a thud and a few profanities. As events began to unfold and the puzzle pieces started fitting together; when it was already too late, he realized what he’d done. A hard lump instantaneously forming in his throat. He turned to you, eyes wide with terror, hands on either side of his head tangling in his hair.

“MC..I..I-It’s not wh- I thought-” He choked out.

He followed your line of sight, which was glued to his undone pants and obvious arousal. With shaky hands and fingers unwilling to cooperate, he fumbled with his zipper, struggling to get it up. Arms from behind snaked around his middle, gently clawing at his chest.

“Shall we finish what we started?” She hummed seductively, staring daggers directly at you.

You shook your head, a sob escaping your lips as a fresh wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. You brushed past Asmo, disappearing out the doorway.

What’s goin’ on..? ...This can’t be happenin’..

He shoved the girl’s arms off of him without saying a word, a scowl spreading across her face. He made a beeline for the door, Asmo quickly stepping in front of him to block his way. “Don’t. You’ve done enough..” With venom lacing his tone, he looked the succubus up and down. He turned his glare on his brother for just a moment, the utter disgust they held was evident, before running out the door after you. As his figure disappeared, Mammon could feel the reality, the weight of the situation setting in.

His heart was pounding against his ribcage, breathing becoming erratic. The lump in his throat was unwavering, choking him as tears streamed down his cheeks. The gravity of it all bringing him to his knees.

“How moving.” The voice behind him scoffed, reminding him of her presence, “It almost seems like you love them.”

His head whipped around to see her, lounging casually on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

“You.” He growled, harshly wiping his face with the back of his hand as he stood up.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” He snarled.

She laughed lightly as she stood from the couch, crossing the floor until she was right in front of him. “Don’t be like that. Ten minutes ago you were ready to nail me on that couch.” She purred, her finger trailing down his chest, quickly moving lower. Like a flash, he grabbed her wrists and held her hands up in the air in front of her.

“Let me make one thing very clear to you right now. I don’t want ya. I only made out with you and shit because I thought ya were MC. I would never willingly do anything to hurt them.” He glared at her, making sure she caught that emphasis, before dropping her hands. “Your jealousy bullshit, and making moves on me while I’m drunk just made me lose the one thing that has ever been good about me..” He trailed off, releasing his grip in her.

She rolled her eyes, “Why are you getting so worked up over a human? There’s nothing special about-”

“Excuse me?” He growled.

Mammon has always been the level-headed one when it comes to altercations, believe it or not. He never usually lets his anger get the best of him. After thousands of years of being the scummy brother, the thief, the loser, he got used to just letting people’s words fall upon deaf ears, so to say. But, that was not the case this time. You see, anyone could say whatever they wanted to about him, he didn’t care. He could handle whatever was thrown at him.

You, on the other hand? Well, you’re flawless. In every miniscule way, you were perfect. That’s not saying that you don’t make mistakes, or drive him crazy sometimes, but to him there was absolutely not a thing about you he would change. Everything you did, everything you were, was absolutely immaculate.

Rage bubbled in his gut.

Leaning in closely, he towered over her, radiating ire. “I’m not gonna sit here and discuss why you’re wrong, seein’ as how it’d take all day, but what I am gonna to say is for a lesser demon, ya might wanna reconsider who you’re talking to. He spat, “Say one more thing about MC, and it’ll be the last time ya speak..” He whispered, glaring at her for a moment before taking a step back.

“Stay away from me and MC.” He warned once more, daggers in his eyes as he turned and bolted through the door.

If he had any shred of hope left, it was that you would talk to him and let him explain everything. He knew it was shitty, after everything that just went down, to even consider the possibility of you forgiving him, but he held onto that little shred of hope. Had he been in the right state of mind, had she not taken advantage of the situation and the state he was in, he would’ve never even stayed in the same room with that girl, much less go as far as he had.

He felt awful. Whether he was so drunk he was convinced it was you on his lap or not, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. After seeing the horror, the heartbreak on your face; the tears that stained your cheeks because of something he’d done, he kinda didn’t want you to forgive him. He didn’t want to lose you, couldn’t imagine continuing on without you in his life, by his side. But if you hated him now, he wouldn’t blame you. He deserved it. And he would live with it for the rest of his existence, knowing that he messed up his only chance at true happiness; at spending his life with his soulmate.

You bobbed and weaved as quickly as you could through the crowd of club patrons, needing to get far away from here as fast as you could, as your impending breakdown was sure to be a sight to see.

You were already so out of it; physically present but mentally, your brain had already shut off. Not quite sure how to handle the current situation. All the faces in the club were just a blur; you could feel the bass of the music reverberating inside your chest, but you couldn’t hear anything. Kind of like when you’re somewhere so quiet, the absence of sound feels so heavy, deafening.

You had to get out of here. Heart hammering wildly, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe; like the walls were closing in on you. A panic attack was setting in. Finally free of the sea of people, you darted out the front door of the establishment, running as fast as your legs would take you back to the House of Lamentation. Hoping that no one else would be home to see you; becoming witness to your unraveling.

*bing*

*bing, bing* *bing*

Your D.D.D. continued going off with near constant notifications well into the night. You could’ve just put it on silent, but you just couldn’t seem to move, frozen by heartbreak. Apparently several pictures were going viral on Devilgram, leaking this rumor and that regarding the second born and the succubus. Further making you look and feel like a complete fool.

Mammon had also been blowing up your phone since you made it back to the HOL. He had even come by your room in an attempt to talk to you but once he realized the door was locked, which had never happened the entire time you’ve lived here, he sat outside the door begging you to open it as loud sobs escaped him. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t budge.

Of course you still love him. How could you not? Hearing his desperate pleas and heartbroken sobs was almost too much for you. Although you were the one who had been betrayed, you wanted nothing more than to fling the door open, latch yourself onto him and never let go. But you couldn’t. Cheating is a dealbreaker. It’d happened before, in previous relationships, but shit this one hurt so bad, worse than any other heartbreak you’d had.

He had his faults, much like everyone, but he was so perfect for you, and treated you like you’d always dreamed. This couldn’t really be the end could it? Over, just like that? Completely smitten and in love two days ago, to heartbroken, crying on the bathroom floor.

How are you supposed to move on from this? He’s your best friend. Or, was. How are you supposed to pass him in the hall, or eat dinner, or have House movie nights in the common room? How are you supposed to act like you're not still in love with him..?

The next week was pretty rough, to say the least.

You stayed locked away in your room when you weren’t at RAD; replaying the moment you saw them together, crying until the tears no longer fell; effectively torturing yourself. They’d all come knocking at your door countless times, trying their best to make you feel better. And while you appreciated it wholly, it didn’t help.

Avoiding Mammon was probably one of the hardest things you’d ever done, seeing as how you kinda live together. While it was extremely hard not to just run up to him and latch onto him like you always did, it seemed harder to just avoid him in general.

During the first few days, he left small presents outside your door, had a couple of his brothers slip you notes, and waited for you after class a few times. After using every ounce of your willpower to avoid him, he left you alone. He still messaged you several times a day though, apologizing profusely, begging you to talk to him.

But, it was better this way right? Like ripping off a band-aid?

That’s what you’d always heard anyway. Instead of asking questions and demanding answers as to why someone else chose to hurt you, you just cut it off right there, ghosting them; removing yourself completely from their life. Because if they truly cared, really loved you, they wouldn’t make the conscious decision to do something that they know would hurt you, that stepped outside the boundaries of your relationship. Their reasoning doesn’t matter. Aside from living in the same house and attending the same school, you had pretty much ghosted him.

In public anyway. In the privacy of your room, where you could feel everything to its fullest, you’d spend hours going through pictures, skimming Devilgram for any new gossip about the two of them. Re-reading your old text messages, finger hovering over the send button of the text you’d typed out a hundred times before deleting it and tossing your phone, a new wave of tears pricking your eyes.

Unable to sleep, he’d tossed and turned in his bed so much that his body ached and one of the corners of his sheet had popped off the bed. With a heavy sigh, he rolled over and grabbed his D.D.D. off the nightstand. Squinting his eyes harshly when he unlocked the phone.

“3:41am” He groaned, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. He turned back over, facing the empty side of his bed. Sure, he didn’t often share it before you, but once you started sleeping together, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever slept before you came along. It just felt right. Your body molded against his, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

His hand trailed down the cold, empty sheets; the slight disruption releasing your smell. A hard lump formed in his throat as tears pooled behind his lash line. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, making his way to the door. If he had any hope of being able to fall asleep again, he’d need some help drowning his thoughts.

He quietly made his way to the kitchen, fully intending to turn up the bottle of Demonus Lucifer kept hidden in the dark recesses of the pantry. As soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen, he froze.

It had only been seven days, but it felt like a lifetime. Seven days without being in the same room as you for more than just a moment before you ran in any direction as long as it was away from him. Not that he could blame you. He wanted to run away from himself..

Which is exactly what he was determined to do with Demonus, had he not stumbled upon you sitting with your back to the fridge, crying into a half eaten container of chocolate frosting.

Immediately alerted to the figure in the doorway, you jumped up, attempting to wipe at your face as you muttered an apology, but paled when you saw who it was that disturbed you. You slowly sat the container on the counter, keeping your eyes fixed on the man in the doorway.

What was left of his heart, shattered at the sight of you. Your eyes were puffy and red with dark bags underneath them. The same eyes that looked at him with such deep burning love, were now dull and lifeless as you stared at him. You were visibly broken, anyone could see that. He was the reason you looked like this; like an abandoned puppy, beaten and abused. He hated it. Hated himself.

He moved out of the doorway and into the kitchen, freeing up the only way out in case you wanted to run. Not that he blamed you. If he could run from himself right now, he would.

But, now you were in the same room together for the first time in a week and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity. Maybe if he just started talking you would listen, even just a tiny bit to what he had to say.

“MC, I-”

“Don’t.” Your voice trembled slightly as your eyes began to sting.

“Please, just hear me-”

“And what are you going to say, hm? That you’re sorry? Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?” You hissed with tears in your eyes. Mammon slightly recoiled from the tone of your voice, a tone he’d never heard from you. You hated being this way; angry and bitter, wanting him to hurt like you did. It was surely petty, but you didn’t care.

“MC, listen, I swear I didn’t do anythin’, okay? I was still goin’ strong from an all night drinkin’ binge, an-and she just showed up in the VIP lounge. I told her to fuck off but she didn’t listen. I was already pretty out of it when things started happenin’ and I thought it was you. I thought it was you the whole time! I-I didn’t know it was her till I heard you and Asmo and realized what happened! She took advantage of the situation, of me bein’ way too drunk..” He was talking so fast, trying to get out the words he’d been wanting to say to you.

Narrowing your eyes, you stared at him suspiciously.

What if he really didn’t do it on purpose..? If all of that is true, it would explain why he looks so rough..

Having barely stayed in the same room as one another for several days and not wanting to look at him, wanting to remain strong and now cry in front of everyone, you hadn’t noticed but how awful he looked as well. He clearly hasn’t been sleeping well, judging by the giant bags under his eyes. Not to mention that he is also currently awake at 4am, looking just as much like shit as you did.

“Then why is it all over Devilgram that it’s been an ongoing fling?” You questioned, a few tears escaping.

“I would never do anythin’ like that, MC! She’s just jealous or somethin’, I don’t know what her issue is.. But, I-I love ya, more than anythin’ in the three realms. Even Goldie!”

You could feel yourself caving in with every word he said. It made sense, judging by how she’d randomly confronted you after school that day after whispering about you with her friends all day, it seemed like jealousy could be plausible. But what proof did you have? It was his word against what you saw with your own eyes. Not to mention everything on Devilgram.

“Funny, from where I was standing, it sure looked like I was the last thing on your mind.” You hissed, causing him to flinch; but he wasn’t backing down yet.

“Just let me prove it to ya, okay? I-I’ll do whatever I gotta do. Please, MC?” His deep, sapphire blue eyes bore deep into yours; the sorrow, the agony they held was immense. The crack in your armour deepened.

He could see that you were wavering, but that you were hesitant, scared to believe him; to trust him. He couldn’t blame you. If he were on the other side of all this, he wouldn’t believe his words either. He didn’t expect you to just hear him out then jump into his arms and ride away into the sunset. He knew better. He knew he’d have to prove it. He was more than willing to do whatever it would take for you to trust him again, to believe that he’d never hurt you intentionally.

He took a step toward you, careful and anxious, as if you would bolt if he moved too suddenly. He reached out for your hand slowly, reluctant at first but upon realizing how much you’d missed his touch as his warm, much larger hand enveloped yours, you caved so easily.

He squeezed your hand lightly, looking down at your entwined fingers, gently rubbing the side of your thumb. You felt something wet hit your hand a couple times, realizing quickly that they were tears, you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat that was quickly forming.

“Please? I’m miserable without ya..” He asked, voice cracking slightly.

Even after everything that’s happened the last week, you couldn’t stand to see him in such pain; miserable and broken. Just like you.

Sure, he was always stand-offish about his feelings and the like before you got together, but once it was all official, that was it; the walls came down. There had never been a single time that he lied to you or went behind your back with anything. He lasted exactly twelve minutes after buying your birthday present before he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled the beans.

He’s always a goofball, sometimes has bad timing and isn’t always the best with words, but he’s never given you a reason not to trust him before; he’s never been anything but an amazing boyfriend that genuinely tries his hardest to make you happy.

“One.” You whispered, barely audible. His head snapped up, deep blue eyes scanning yours. You closed your eyes, taking a deep, yet shaky breath.

“One chance. That’s it.”

No sooner than the words left your lips, Mammon was pulling you flush to his chest in a bone crushing hug. Had you not been utterly craving his touch, to be held by him, you would’ve pushed him away. That’s what you told yourself anyway.

“I won’t make ya regret it, MC.” He earnestly swore, squeezing you gently.

For the sake of your heart, you hoped he was right.

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