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redwlf843 · 27 days

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Looking out for her

Abby Anderson x fem! reader

Summary: you were tired and you missed your girlfriend so safe to say you were not in the mood today. When Mel starts saying some stuff about Abby you can’t help but come to your girlfriend’s defense

Warnings: arguments, cursing, tiny bit of Mel bashing, tiny bit of Owen bashing, mentions of anxiety, I think that’s it.

You were not in the fucking mood today. Your knee is still hurting from your previous patrol, you woke up late so you got barely anything for breakfast, and Isaac has Abby running so ragged you’ve only seen her in passing within the last 72 hours.

You usually didn’t kind lending a hand in the medical tents, sure sometimes it got rough but for the most part it was just dealing with superficial injuries and when the little ones got sick. But today. Oh after today you just might request a permanent change. You’re usually friendly decent with Mel. It’s no secret she has something against Abby, usually it’s just snide comments you can brush off or something mumbled under her breath.

But today you came into the medical tent at just the wrong right time.

“It’s her fault you know. Owen is barely on base, he barely sleeps, he’s just he’s not the same anymore. Ever since Jackson he’s not the same. If she would have just acted like a normal person and not some blood thirsty mon-“

Slam

You slammed the canister of disinfectant on the table making Mel and the other person in the tent jump.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You asked seething.

“Nothing. Let’s just get back to work.” Mel says brushing you off.

“No. You don’t get to say shit like that and brush me off.”

“Oh? I don’t get to? What you’re going to clobber me like your crazy fucking girlfriend does?”

You can see the moment she realizes what she has said but you’re too far gone, you’re pissed and you can’t help yourself your mouth opens before you think.

“We both know this isn’t about Abby, we both know that this is about your insecurity about Owen but Abby is your scapegoat so you don’t have to realize that you’re pussy of a boyfriend who’s too afraid to step up and take responsibility for a choice her made” your eyes flick to her pregnant belly before meeting her eyes again. “Is still in love with his fucking ex. You see it and I see it the way he watches her it’s disgusting, Abby has told him to grow up and move on but no he can’t take a goddamn hint so instead of going off on my girlfriend who has tried to lend an olive branch so many fucking times maybe you need to fucking talk to Owen and get your shit together.”

The tent was silent all that could be heard was your heavy breathing as your rage dissipated, the fogginess of your mind faded and you could see the wetness gathering at the corners of Mel’s eyes and part of you felt bad but the other part of you hoped this would be a wake up call for her to realize that with Owen she’d be doing everything on her own.

You spared her one final glance before rushing out of the tent accidentally knocking into someone’s shoulder.

You head was starting to hurt, you could fell your heart racing, your hands were shaky and clammy. God you hated conflict, ironic for a WLF. You had to get back yours and Abby’s living quarters.

Abby was exhausted, she never slept well without you and all the work Isaac had her doing well she was lucky if she was able to catch a nap in the library for more than 4 hours. She was looking over some maps trying to plan the best patrol routes to prevent being ambushed by scars, when she heard hurried footsteps getting closer to her.

“Pendja!” Manny called out to her

“Pendajo” Abby responded her attention still on the maps pinned to the wall

Manny rushed around the corner and was behind her trying to catch his breath having rushed from the med tent to find her.

“You need to go get your girl.” Told her

Abby froze her mind jumping to the worst conclusions possible

“What? Why? Where is she? Is she okay?” Abby turned around quickly and manny saw the panicked look in her eyes

“She’s okay, it’s nothing like what you’re thinking.” He told her trying to calm her down from whatever she was thinking

“Her in Mel got into it in the Med tent, I guess Mel was talking some shit and your girl ripped her a new one. She rushed out real quick, rushed past me look like she was headed for your place, I’d look there first.” Manny explained

“Shit” Abby sighed under her breath, she scrubs her hand down her face and starts walking to the door

“Thanks Manny”

“Any time pendaja, go get your girl.”

Abby chuckled as she left but there was no humor behind it, she was worried she had to get to you quickly.

“Aye remind me not to piss your girl off she’s scary when she’s mad.” Manny called out to her not expecting an answer

“it was kinda hot” Manny mumbled to himself as he went to his assigned duties.

You were curled up in bed wearing one of Abby’s hoodies, you had your face buried in Abby’s pillow as you laid on your side. You were tired but you were wound up to even try and nap. You’ve never even heard yourself that angry before.

You were playing the events over in your head when you heard the open

“Baby?” You heard Abby call out worriedly

“Addy?” You called back from the bed sitting up

You heard her walking down the small steps to the bed

“There you are” she says more to herself when she sees you, the worried look on her face worsens as she see the way your cheeks and nose are red, the tear tracks on your face and the puffiness under your eyes.

“Oh baby girl” consoles as she rushes over to the bed, getting under the covers and pulling you to her so your head was on her chest. She has both her arms wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your back. She kisses your head.

“What happened today baby girl?” She asks you

You sigh “I was working med tents today and Mel was saying some shit about you and that pissed me off and I just I don’t know I just lost it and went off on her.” You tell her.

“I’m sorry Abby” you sigh

“For what? From what it sounds like you didn’t do anything wrong” Abby was confused if anyone had to apologize it was Mel

“You’ve been trying hard to fix things up with her and I ruined it for you.”

“Well if she was talking shit about me behind my back then I don’t think I’ve been fixing it to well huh?” Abby chuckles humorlessly

“Baby you have nothing to be sorry for, If anything I should apologize to you. You shouldn’t have to fight my battles for m-“

She’s cut off by your lips

“I will always defend you, no matter what.” You tell her

She gives you a small smile and kisses you again

“Let’s just lay here for now, maybe take a nap or something and then we can deal with this later, huh how does that sound?” She asks as she kicks off her shoes and lets them fall to the floor, then her pants, leaving her in her shirt and boxers.

“Hmm that’s the best idea you’ve had in days.” You tell her and you both chuckle as you roll onto your side feeling her arms wrap around you and pull you to her. Her front against your back.

With Abby with you it feels like everything might just turn out okay.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader

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goodluckclove · 21 days

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Edgar Gallows Blog Takeover - Intro Post!

Uh - hi! Hello!

I don't really know what I'm doing here or why I'm doing it, but Scott told me there's no way he's trying this unless he sees me do it first. And if Scott's not doing it Tenzin won't be comfortable enough to try either - really, Katy's the only one here comfortable chatting to strangers. It's a delicate web otherwise.

But yeah, my name is Edgar. I'm 30 and I live in New Orleans. Scott and I looked up what people put in intro posts like these and a lot of them had genders and pronouns, so let's just say I have both of those and not go any deeper than that.

I've worked in a few tourist-y traps in NOLA, mostly back of house doing prep and assembly work. Right now I'm a bartender and I'm great at it. I'm the best in the world. I've won awards. You can lie on the internet without consequence, right?

I should say that I am ex-Academy. I won't say which one for the sake of anonymity (And - let's face it - my own safety as well). I wasn't expelled or discharged or whatever. Technically I wasn't even released. I don't practice anymore, or really keep up with the news and politics of Academic witchcraft, so don't expect me to get into it unprompted.

Interests

I don't think there's a genre of music that I don't love, but I'm a big fan of funk, disco, new wave and Japanese city pop. Talking Heads is my favorite band of all time.

I'm a self-taught chef. I think I'm pretty good at it. I also bake, which I am less good at. Those skills do not transfer like you might think they do.

Scott's looking over my shoulder and he's telling me to mention that I like birds. I do. I feel weird saying that because I don't really know that many bird facts for anything other than my few favorites (Goldfinches and Buntings). I just like looking at them.

I say that I play video games but the only video game I'm remotely good at is Old School Runescape, which I don't think is that cool to say.

Things to Ask me About?

I would love to talk about cooking or food. This could be to give advice, recipe suggestions, food pairings, knife skills - ask me something as simple as how to scramble an egg and I'd be happy to share my technique.

In regards to the Academy, I will say that I'm Legacy and so I never actually enlisted. If you're thinking of going down that path at your own branch, I worked at the University of mine as a librarian for maybe five years, so I got a good perspective as to what the process looks like. I'm open to offering insight and tentative guidance if you aren't weird.

Scott says I should mention that I'm also a birthright. He's really the one that has more authority to talk about that since he actually grew up in a witch town, but apparently he has a lot of opinions on how I should do this for someone who barely understands how the internet works.

He's watching me type now. Fuck it, you can ask me about Scott too if you want. I assumed I was straight until about a week ago. Now I seem to have bagged myself an ethereal magical boyfriend. He saw me use the voice command on my Pixel and now he makes me say goodnight to my goddamned cell phone before we go to sleep. I love him.

DNI List

I heard admission rates for Academies hit a major spike recently, and I'm just putting it out there that I really would rather not debate anyone super invested in the "mission statement" of their local University. The newer members never seem to realize that the culture of the Academy differs like crazy depending where you are, and because of that there really isn't the kind of centralization they claim exists to Junior Members.

Also - and this might be a divisive take - but I was born into this world. I spent decades of my life in the Academy. I truly do not care about the opinion of someone who trained for two years after joining straight out of high school. I won't block you, but I will send your username and any comments you make to my friend who is far more Anti-Academy than I am (Hi, Katy).

Anyway that's all! I look forward to posting things today and maybe talking to some new people! I hope everyone is nice and not weird and I do not regret this happening!

who is this? why is this happening? check out the pinned post on my blog to learn more!

#songbird blog takeover #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #authors of tumblr #queer writers #actually writing #blind trust #writing #oc rp #edgar posting

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gaykey · 20 days

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Hello!!

i'm not wildly invested in this whole key situation(s) but i've just seen so many posts about it and i was curious about your response as you've been very vocal within this discussion haha (pls read this ask in a nice chatty tone, not an argumentative one!). and sorry for the massive text below, you don't have to answer this ask if you don't wanna <3

But, i feel like a lot of the things ppl have gotten angry at key for lately are to a degree unavoidable for him. Like the m*donalds thing: i thought he'd signed an exclusive contract with them way before people starting caring that the chain was in support of isrl. He can't exactly back out of it? i also heard the general opinions of ppl in korea are pretty apathetic towards the current conflict (tho that is it's own conversation) and are unlikely to consider how supporting a brand would impact the situation. it's a lot to expect the average person to display overt political reactions when the conversations they're hearing don't influence their respective communities. Take us, for ex: we wouldn't be as opinionated about this if the spaces we occupy online weren't as vocal as they are. i know the ppl i meet irl don't really talk about it much, who's to say the ppl he knows talk about it? Just a general observation, not an "excuse" for their apathy rly. I just don't see a possibility of him cancelling his contract with them, to sum things up.

As for the Hyuna thing: he's still a person and a celebrity. It's not really like he can just suddenly go public at exclaim to the world how little he wants to associate with her. A response from him would only make the matter worse really, no? He would offend a lot of personal and public people whom he needs to associate with regularly. It would impact his group (shine as a whole) and all the people he works with (like I live alone/amazing saturday casts/etc) and the multitude of brands he is the face of. It's a huge cost to take a stance on a conversation he didn't start (cause hyuna brought it up, not him right? -- sry i don't know much i could be wrong!!). i feel his silence on the matter makes more sense then acknowledging the issue - as sad as that is. and if they have been close firends for years, is it not alot to ask him to drop all contact forever? <perhaps a controversial question, but i would not so readily throw away my own friends. I would hope they come to their senses and/or i'd find a way to make them lol

as for the colorist comments... yeah, that's a long conversation. i'm glad he apologized and has decidedly not said anything like that since..? bare minimum, but don't have much to say on this aspect. he said something truly nasty, but acknowledged it and the harm it did at least.

Just in general, i feel a lot of what he's getting slack for are out of his control and not necessarily indicative of who he is as a person. There is so much ambiguity to how he must behave given his career, it feels like his lack of response(s) are fairly justifiable. Shinee has been trying so hard lately to become as relevant as possible so they can compete with newer generations of kpop. I don't see him realistically putting that at risk. But, perhaps i'm wrong! who knows!

i've thought long and hard about this ask, which is why i left it a little while, because tbh, i do think you have some points. i'll be so real with you though, i've had some wine tonight, so this might not be the best time to reply to this, buuut here i am

so.

kibum is the kind of person, though incredibly professional, has always spoken out when he thinks something is wrong, or if there has been injustice. he's not the type to hold his tongue. he, on many occasions, has spoken out against the company HE IS STILL CONTRACTED WITH.

i get not being able to brush off hyuna on national tv-

i get maaaaybe be tied to a contract you can't get out of (though it was established that he very much could have if he wanted to)-

i even forgave him for his ignorant & shitty colourist comments-

but what about his behavior since?

key, who is well-known for not giving a fuck about the 'idol image', who has spoken out against his company, the industry...has had nothing to say.

he could have NOT signed up for more contracts with shitty israel supporting companies, he could have given a statement in regards to hyuna, he could have been outspoken about donating to charities and fundraisers aiding palestinians, and the cause?

and yes, i know the other members have not either, as well as many other idols, but, i don't think it's crazy of me to think that DUE to the shit he's done over the last few months, he should be held MORE accountable in a way?

i don't think it's a wild concept to expect these people to have basic good morals?????

non eof this was out of his control. these idols are more than gold enough at controling their image when they want tl.

#anon #ask box will be open now btw!!

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ahollowgrave · 4 months

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Hiiiii Pigeon!!!! I saw you comment that you like the Locked Tomb series so I had a couple questions to ask...

Are Odette's little skele friends inspired by the vibe of the series?

Does Odette herself have an inspirations that come from the Locked Tomb as well?

What's your favorite character interaction in the series so far? (Mine is the Harrow Bone Soup)

Who is your favorite of the main protags? (I've got a soft spot for Nona, but its barely above the other two.)

That's all for now, hope your day is going well! ^.^

Oh my gosh hello!! The Locked Tomb has been my favorite series since I read the first book a few years ago! I was obsessed I was full in I hadn’t been that into reading since high school when I would read in the back of every class. Never has a book made me ugly cry so hard.

The second book is the main reason I write in 2nd person POV for Odette most of the time (‘:

I’m gonna slap the rest of this under a readmore just in case people don’t want to hear about the books or don’t want things spoiled on accident !! But also this kind of turned into a long explanation of Odette’s whole deal, sorry (mwah).

But! To answer your questions!

1&2:) Yes. Pretty heavily but maybe not obviously? Like. Harrow and Odette would not get a long and Odette as she is does not fit the Necromancer vibes of the ninth house. But I was so enamored by these goth nuns being so out of place and so devoted and Harrow being so!!!!! Ready to ruin her life for her faith because she needed her faith so badly to cope with the grief.

And then the way it just all!!!! gestures.

Odette was always going to be a nun, as a result, and the psychopomp stuff felt right after I’d been playing her for a while. We run into Ashkin/undead several times in the MSQ, side quests, and fates and the like; someone being able to aid these ‘souls’ and return them to the lifestream feels like a role for Odette.

She would maybe make more sense being a nun of Nald’thal but I headcanon that each of the 12 have their own funeral rites. Nald’thal is the judge of all dead, that is his role! But each of the 12 get a say in how their faithful are laid to rest. A psycopomp’s role, traditionally, is not judgement but guidance and love knows no judgement, but she does know guidance.

The moths in her screenshots are souls themselves, flocking to Odette for aid in whatever form that means. Sometimes it means slaying their body so they can rest, sometimes it means cleaning their resting place or returning items stolen by graverobbers, sometimes it means finishing anything unfinished they have left, or solving their death or just finding them and laying them to rest. Each soul needs something different.

The skeletons originally were a metaphor and a call back to that root influence of the Ninth house. With encouragement from friends, though, they’ve become much more ‘real’ in her canon. Serving as her trust and guardians on more dangerous searches. (When None can’t join her but also sometimes with None!)

So you can see it’s a very loose influence, but the 1st book is 100% the reason Odette exists. Death nuns??? Please… What a gift.

I have a Locked Tomb AU with my friend, peep, in which Odette is the Ninth house Cav and Avidia the Third House Reject turned Ninth House Necromancer. The Cav/Necromancer relationship is sooo intense and I love reading into to them too much, as does peep, so it’s very fun for us. Would third house ever send one of their necro to the ninth house? No! Probably not! But Avidia must always be a reluctant ex-pat, and so! (It’s a complicated story but we really like it LMAO takes place far before the first book)

Ahem!

3:) The soup scene is SO good, I reread it a few times because it was just so!!! Amazing. This is such a hard question because so many of the scenes are so good.

Three-Way with God is good. Ianthe’s Arm Scene (SCREAMS!!!) The pool scene from book one is ofc a fav but ugh.

The one I think about the most is from book three and it’s a tie, I think, between tree moments at the very end of the book.

Paul’s (re?)birth and “You can’t take loved away.” and “Why are you not appeased? That is how meat loves meat.”

I can’t wait for Alecto the Ninth, truthfully !!

4:) GOSH! This is hard also!!! Nona is also a favorite of mine and I know she has influenced Odette heavily. She’s just so!!! Nona loves you!!! I hope we get to see some of her again, just glimpses, now that she’s been returned. Sobs into my hands for four days straight.

I think Camilla Hect is one of my favorites and Sex Pal, of course. Which means Paul… Paul… my love I can’t wait to know you.

You didn’t ask this question, but I do think there is a lot of Hect in my alt Prudence. That quiet competence and skill, that devotion, that dry wit.

Thank you so much for this ask and also your patience while I replied to it! I love these books very, very much and I always love to talk about them. Are any of your characters influenced by them @eorzeanflowers?

#answered #about #OOPS THIS WAS LONG SORRY #but to answer the questions Yes

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hobaworld7 · 1 year

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JHS • Depressive episode (TW)

TW: Depression - Mention of self-harm - Panic attack

BTS don't belong to me. It's just an imagine.

Don't read if your sensible to the subject mention.

Hope you'll enjoy the imagine and please stay nice in the comment, i'm just a baby army!

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You were not doing great, in fact, you were miserable. You just broke up with your boyfriend from 3 years because he cheated and on top of that, all that pain cause you to fail your semester. So needless to say that you were a mess since then.

You spend your days and night in your bed, barely eating and showering once every few days. Your body felt like it was carrying the world. It was so heavy, you couldn't move. Just cry, over and over again. Wondering how you were still alive. And still have water in your body.

On his side, Hoseok was busy practicing new choreographies with his team. His new album was just released so he was really busy with all the marketing around it. He was still worried for you, his best friend since too many years to count. He was trying to call and text you every time he gets the chance but you wouldn't answer. And it makes him worried more since today would've been your 3 years anniversary with the asshole. So today he decided to leave early and go see how you were doing.

It's been a month, since he broke up and today would've been your three years anniversary. You were tired of being here. In this apartment you once shared with him. Everything around you felt strange. You were a ghost. Not feeling anything except the pain in your heart. Why do people can still live like nothing happen when your world fell apart?

It was 2pm when you got out of bed, your stomach screaming for some good food. You walk to your pantry just to see it almost empty. Same for the fridge. You let out a big sigh and fall on the couch. Almost crying because there is no food in your apartment. You grab your cellphone so you can order something to eat. After putting in your credit card information you just had to wait until it gets delivered.

When Hoseok arrive at the entrance of your building he saw a delivery guy with some food from your favorite restaurant.

-Ya, mister! Is it for Y/N, apartment 501?

The delivery guy turns toward Hoseok and give him your order after confirming he knows you. He got in the elevator and select the 5. Once in front of your door, he knock slowly two times.

It's been almost thirty minutes since you order your food, you were still on the couch, contemplating the state of your place. Clothes were everywhere, dishes all over the countertop and your hair in a messy bun. The only piece of clothes were your ex's shirt and some short. You painfully get up of the couch once you heard the knock on the door. Without even looking, excepting to see the delivery guy, you open the door. You close it in a loud bang once you realized your best friend was on the other side.

- YAH HOSEOK. WHY DO YOU COME HERE UNANNOUNCED?

- Y/N, i'm worried about you, I haven't seen you in a month.

- Please leave. Take the food with you i don't care. But I really don't want to see you right now.

And here we go again, the tears were running down you cheeks. You were so embarrassed.

- Let me in, please.

- No.

- Y/N, I have a key, so if you don't open the door, I'll use it.

- It's a mess here.

- It's okay, i'll clean for you.

- I'm a mess. You say, hoping he'll leave now.

- It's okay, i'll hug you until you feel better. Now let me in.

With your teary face, you slowly open the door. He enters your apartment and put the bags on the floor. He doesn't say a thing. You don't say a thing. But when he opens his arms, you run in them. You body shaking for you tears, you press your face into his chest. His hand stroking your hair.

- I'm here and i am not leaving you okay Y/N? You're too good to cry over this asshole again.

Hoseok brushes the hair out of your face and with his index, gently lift your face so you look at him. With his thumbs he started whipping off your tears.

- Why don't you go take a shower? I'll cook diner and clean a little okay? And throw that shirt in the garbage okay? I'll give you one of mine.

You let out a little laugh and go to the bathroom. You start the shower and get out of your clothes. Once you're in the shower, you sit in the tub and just start taking deep breath. It was too much emotions. Why does he have to come here and rescue you like he's a prince or something? The boy you love left you, you failed your semester and then your best friend sees you in your worst shape? Life was really mean to you.

Hoseok had clean you kitchen and living room and now was cooking some ramen for you. Simple but comforting. When he realized it's been more than 35 minutes since you got in the shower, he was a little worried. He knock on the bathroom door and open it.

- Y/N, you're okay?

He heard you crying behind the bathroom curtain.

- Hey i'm here, talk to me okay? Are you alright?

- Hobi...

He could hear all your pain just in the way you said his name.

- I'm not.. I'm not okay.. I can't breath.. Ev-Everything hur- Hurt so much.

- We'll get you out of here okay, can i open the curtain?

- Yes..

You were all curl up in the tub, the hot water burning your skin. Hobi turn off the water and put a warm towel around you.

- I don't know what to do Hobi.. I, I just hurt all the time. I can't take it. I'm tired to feel like this. These thoughts all inside my head. Telling me of how big of a failure i am. I.. I wanted to hurt myself Hobi.. I'm.. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do..

You felt your breathing becoming harder and harder. You were shaking and struggling to get air in your lunges. Hoseok put one arm under your knee and one behind your back so he can lift you up of the bathroom floor. He makes sure that you stay covered with the towel before bringing you in the living room. He sat on the couch, keeping you in his arms like a princess. You buried your face in his neck, trying to get control over your breathing.

- Okay pretty, take some slow breath okay. You got this. There is no danger. I'm here. You're safe with me.

He was slowly taking deep breaths, encouraging you to do the same. He was still holding you in his arms, your face buried in his neck and his hand slowly stroking your hair back.

- Don't leave me..

- I'm never leaving you Y/N.

He kiss the top of your head.

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If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=sharethank you army!

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capricornwriter5 · 2 years

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 5

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs

Words: 4k

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Chapter 5 - The Truth Untold

Yoongi's inquiry gaze scanned each one of the girl's reactions to scenarios so foreign from what she was used to. Yoongi could picture the places Emmy frequented, but the truth was that not even imagining them he could have an idea of the reality, there were things about Emmy that would turn out to be wildly surprising for him.

The streets where they walked that night were not made with the expensive cobblestones of the most refined boulevards in Seoul, nor did the shop windows were trimmed with designers clothes. The streets that Yoongi and Emmy used to step on were from different worlds, hers, taken from magazines and his, from real life.

Even so, the neighborhood had its magic and Emmy was the first to notice it, since she hadn't stopped smiling looking attentively at every detail around her.

"Look, tteokbokki! It looks delicious, can we go there?" She asked grabbing Yoongi's arm and making him stop. The girl was pointing out a street food stall, it was so small that there was barely room for the owner, his grill, and a table with two chairs.

The pianist looked at her thinking it was a joke, but she kept insisting.

“The roof is falling and it's starting to snow. I don't think that's a good idea."

Emmy's disappointed face aroused such a new pang and discomfort in Yoongi that he ignored how to interpret it. He had never felt anything like that, and the first thing he agreed to do was fulfill Emmy's wish. The musician did not even suspect that he felt distressed for not being able to please her. However, when he was about to accept eating there, she kept walking. Emmy had noticed something in a store window that had caught her attention. In seconds, she had already left her companion behind and was looking with a stunning smile an object Yoongi couldn't see until he reached her side.

"Do you like cherry trees?" The pianist asked looking at the jewelry box that she was gawping at. It seemed to be quite simple, but the pink details that it had made it stand out from the rest.

"I love them. I had a similar jewelry box when I was a child. Someone who loved cherry trees gave it to me, someone very special to me. It's a pity the store is closed, I'd buy it.” The memory of her grandfather resulted in a sigh through which undeniable melancholy and sadness came out.

“You can come later. Although they may not seem so attractive, these streets have their charm. They're full of those trees."

"Really?" Emmy said recovering her smile.

"We can come so you can see them." He offered without realizing he was already making plans with Emm. Yoongi did not even plan anything with Jin, his closest friend.

"I'd love it."

The couple didn't need to walk far when they found the restaurant Yoongi had chosen. To tell the truth, it could barely be called a restaurant, it didn't have a sign or the typical lights of one of these places. It had absolutely nothing flashy on the outside to make people think they could eat there, and on the inside, it wasn't like all the other places anyone would know, much less Emmy. It was like walking into the living room of an old house. The decoration was minimalist, even the tables, for they were made for a maximum of four people. Undoubtedly, the appeal of the place was its cozy and intimate atmosphere, or so the girl thought, since she had not yet tasted how delicious the food was.

There weren't many people, so Yoongi and Emmy had no problem choosing the table they liked the most, and it was precisely the farthest of all.

"You DO like privacy." Emmy commented as she sat down on a comfortable cushion. “How did you find this place?”

“I can't take that credit, it was Jin, my roommate. Since he found it, he eats here at least once a week. When we come together, we always order the barbecue. Would you like to try it?”

Emmy glanced around, but there didn't seem to be any waiter who could cook their meat. Yoongi laughed at the look of confusion on her face, it was so obvious that he had taken her to a place she didn't frequent...

"Don't worry, Emm, I'll cook."

She watched carefully how the pianist did everything, it was so easy for him to make sure the food was at its exact point just by looking at its color and smelling its scent.

"You make it look like it's the simplest thing to do. I tried to do it once with a friend, but we ended up ruining everything. No joke..." She confessed while he laughed.

"You're right, it's not that easy. When I started to learn how to cook, I made so many mistakes that I was afraid of burning the kitchen.”

"You, Min Yoongi making mistakes? Is that possible?"

"You don't know how possible it is," Yoongi said offering her a little piece of meat. "Go on, taste it." The handsome pianist brought the food to her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth, a gesture Emmy wasn't expecting but accepted without hesitation.

However, Yoongi's deep gaze waiting for her to tell him what she thought made Emmy forget that she was eating, the girl was dumbfounded looking at him. It couldn't be true that he looked that good-looking while cooking; his attractiveness increased enormously when he played the piano, and now it turned out that it also happened when he cooked.

Focusing on the musician's beauty, she did not notice the moment when a bottle of soju appeared in Yoongi's hand.

"Oh no, no, no! Get that away from me." She said as Yoongi was pouring some soju on her beer. "You don't want to see me after drinking that, I can barely manage to stay calm with a beer, don't ask me to mix it with soju."

"Don't you like to drink?"

“It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't. Hobi says I never developed a tolerance for alcohol, and I think he's right."

Automatically assuming that “Hobi” was her boyfriend, Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Have you known him for long?"

“Let me count… approximately seven years.”

"That's too long. Maybe he's the one who doesn't know how to drink. Why don't you try it with me?"

"Such a bad influence."

The girl ended up doing it, and while she enjoyed the combination of the two types of alcohol, Yoongi brought a napkin closer to her.

"For your lipstick." Emmy did not get the comment nor the reason why Yoongi had lowered his gaze and fixed it on the bottle of soju. "The one that you're using, you know... the usual."

She had started to learn how to read his body language, including his tone of voice, she knew that when his voice went deeper than usual, he was feeling embarrassed just as he was talking at that moment.

"I'm not using any" She replied. "Actually, I think I've never used one to go to classes."

"Oh, that's weird... they always look so... colorful." He tried to say while clearing his throat.

Emm's laugh broke the tension, it was a tender giggle, sweet enough to make Yoongi laugh too, although he had no idea why they were doing it. As always, the spontaneous personality of the girl managed to relax Yoongi and forget about his lack of social skills.

“And what about you? Now that I think about it, you rarely talk, or I talk too much. Yes, it must be that.”

“I'd say a combination of both, Jin says I don't speak, so it's not just you. But what do you want to know?" He asked drinking the shot of soju as if it were water, obviously, he did have the capacity to enjoy drinking liquor.

"I don't know, so far you're a mystery. What should I know about Min Yoongi?"

"What should you know?" He repeated thinking about it. “You know I like music, but I don't just play piano, I also play guitar. I have several jobs and live with Jin. I'm from Daegu and I have an older brother. Yes, I think that's what you need to know."

"So, no spicy things?"

"Spicy?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, weird things that you like, or maybe something big like you're married, but nobody knows it."

Yoongi laughed even more and shook his head.

"I'm single." He clarified. "How about you?"

Emmy was waiting to hear that Yoongi had secret hobbies, or something related to his life, she was joking when she mentioned the marriage; however, his answer surprised her in a good way. What shocked her, even more, was his question. The girl did not expect him to show interest in her love life.

"I'm single too." She answered before taking another sip.

"I was asking about your weird things."

"Shit..." She thought coughing, the alcohol got stuck in her throat thanks to Yoongi's comment. Yet, the smirk on his face when he noticed her uncomfortable, led Emmy to throw the napkin directly to his chest.

"You idiot!" She laughed. "You need to talk clearer!"

"But it's nice to know it, though..."

The couple drank simultaneously, but that time, the girl finished with her drink and Yoongi refilled it without losing his smile, something weird on him, he was not used to doing such a thing.

“Weird things about me..."

"Besides entering through windows and stalking people."

Despite being so new, Yoongi's gummy smile was something Emmy could easily get used to, for just as hers brightened up the nights of the mysterious musician, his showed the girl how it felt when someone genuinely enjoyed her company. It wasn't that she didn't feel it with her friends, but with Yoongi it was different, it was more... real, more wholesome.

"Let me clarify something, I've never stalked anyone, not even you, you bighead! And second, I'm not as weird as you think, I enjoyed simple things. Besides studying law and liking the piano, I don't think there's much to tell.”

"Are you kidding, Emm? I made you a summary of my life, and you only give me that? This isn't fair."

Yoongi's claim made Emmy chuckle, she had never seen him truly interested in a conversation, or at least she hadn't seen him concentrate on anything other than a piano.

“Okay, okay, let's try again. I have an older sister. Everyone in my family is a lawyer, I think I had little choice but to follow the tradition. I've lived alone for a long time, even before I finished middle school.”

"Did your parents accept that?" Yoongi knew that he had asked something inappropriate when he saw how Emmy's face darkened, and immediately a wry smile appeared. "Sorry, that was..."

“As long as I can continue with the family business and I don't give them any more pain in their necks, the rest doesn't matter much to them.”

Yoongi didn't talk and what anyone would have interpreted as a lack of interest, Emmy knew how to read perfectly, the pianist had remained silent to pay attention to her and wait patiently in case she commented on something else. Seeing that the girl preferred to leave the subject there, Yoongi continued with another conversation.

"You said you enjoy simple things, like what?"

“I like spending time with my friends, going out with them, they're really funny. They're like my family. Nara, Woosung, and Hobi have been part of my life for years, I owe them so much."

Yoongi understood what she was saying, because even though he had never said something like that about Jin and Namjoon, he was also thankful for having them in his life. He was aware of how hard he could get sometimes, and how close he was with his things, but he also acknowledged how many times Jin and Namjoon had tried to help him. Yet, accepting that there were people whose hearts were genuinely kind and selfless was unthinkable for the pianist, his previous experiences were everything but pleasant.

Yoongi's interest in hearing more from her made Emm continue talking.

"I love reading, it relaxes me and makes me think about other things. It helps me quiet my mind, sometimes the last thing I want is to keep listening to my thoughts." Aware of how depressive that last sounded, she apologized. "Let's talk more about you. Is there anything else you like other than music?”

"Drinking, that also helps silence those voices we don't want to hear." He said smiling back at her and showing her how much he agreed with her comment. “My dad has a wood workshop, he taught me to carve since I was a child. From time to time, I do some things.”

"That's a surprise, I wouldn't have expected you to carve wood."

"Why not?"

"Your hands," Emm answered looking at them and Yoongi did too, not understanding what his hands had. “They're very soft, and you have no scars.”

Yoongi smiled shyly and soon they were talking about other things. Although the musician was shy at first, he had a charming and interesting personality at the same time. It was simply impossible for Emmy not to want to know more about him and that is how she asked him who had taught him everything he knew about music. To her surprise, he had taught himself pretty much everything he knew up to that point, which made Emmy admire and respect him even more than before.

They both ordered more food and something else to drink while they continued talking without realizing how quickly time began to pass, if it hadn't been for Yoongi's cell phone alarm ringing, making him remember that he had to go to work, they would have continued at that dinner until they shut down the site.

"Thanks for the food, but you shouldn't have paid for everything." The boy said very embarrassed, they were already saying goodbye outside the restaurant.

"I told you I wanted to thank you for letting me stay and for putting up with me all these days."

“You say that as if it was something difficult to do.”

“I, well… I know you told me no, but could you think about it? Could you reconsider being my professor?” Yoongi wanted to say no, all his impulses and even intuition led him to say no, but that refusal didn't come out of his lips.

For a few seconds, he looked at her intently, until some familiar laughter caught his attention, and he could see how Jin and Namjoon were walking together, which was not at all strange considering how much Jin loved that restaurant and that much of his free time was spent with Namjoon.

“I apologize in advance for what you're going to hear,” Yoongi said sighing. “Those two who are walking over here are my friends.”

"No way! So, today was the day to run into a lot of your friends.”

"I don't have that many friends, but it seems that you already know them all."

"Is that Yoongi's girlfriend?" Namjoon asked trying to look casual while he continued walking.

However, prudence was something that only Namjoon possessed, for Jin was giggling and unable to speak.

"I hope so!"

The boy almost ran toward the couple with a mischievous smile; however, the gesture on the pianist's face warned Jin to stop. The girl burst out laughing, she never imagined seeing Yoongi as expressive and disgusted by something as he was at that moment.

"Hello!" Jin greeted offering his hand without waiting for his friend to introduce them. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kim Seokjin, Yoongi's roommate, and this is Kim Namjoon."

“Oh! So you’re Jin!” The girl greeted, receiving his hand. "My name’s Emmy, I've heard a lot about you, and also about you," Emm commented smiling at Namjoon.

"Are you the gloves girl?" Jin asked while Namjoon just closed his eyes before seeing Yoongi's reaction.

"Am I what?" Right there Yoongi cleared his throat, warning Jin to stop talking.

"Yoongi, what if you introduce us in a better way so we can all ignore Jin?" Namjoon asked pushing his friend to the side.

After a rather cold introduction by Yoongi, Emmy met his best friends, but she didn't have much time to talk to them, because before paying for the food, she had already written to her driver to pick her up.

"You didn't tell me you were dating her!" Jin's words, as well as the push he gave his friend, brought him out of his thoughts.

"What are you saying? We're not dating."

"You must be kidding me" Namjoon replied. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, we're just friends."

"Oh, shit! This is the first time that you say something like this! You MUST like her!"

"Stop, Namjoon... I..."

Namjoon was about to continue teasing him, but Jin interrupted them. "Am I the only one who noticed that she has a driver? I don't even have a bicycle!"

"Jin, why do you care?"

"Because our friend's gonna be a millionaire!"

“This is stupid. I've to work, see you at home.”

Leaving his friends with their mouths open and with claims that were heard even when Yoongi was going around the corner, the pianist left.

**********

Emmy arrived at the penthouse where she lived and, as usual, found nothing but luxury. Decorations that were worthless to her, a table of the most expensive wood lit by a chandelier that could easily be worth more than an average family's house. She also looked at her white and ridiculously clean chairs, she had never used them she did not like them. All the furniture had been designed exclusively for her apartment, a gift from her parents, but they never asked her whether she like it or not. If it weren't for the pictures she had with Hobi, Nara, and Woosung on a wall, that place would be completely insignificant to Emm.

The kitchen was the perfect example of what any person would dream to have in their house, it was stunning, yet, she never cooked; in fact, Emmy did not have the slightest clue of what the drawers contained. The sole thing she cared about was her plants, it was only from them that she could feel a little company.

Continuing down the hall decorated with paintings by renowned artists, there was a guest room, a study room, and the girl's favorite place, the library. However, that day Emm didn't want to escape reality through her books, she was in a good mood, the dinner with Yoongi had left a smile on her face, so she went up the marble stairs to her room, which occupied the entire second floor.

The girl walked through the double doors that led to her walk-in closet, which was the dream of anyone who loved fashion, as there were unique pieces from designers from all over the world. However, the girl took the only thing without a fancy label: some smiley face pajamas that Hoseok had given her last Christmas.

Then, Emm opened the small refrigerator that she had in her room, and taking out a bottle of mineral water, she walked to some glass doors. Pulling them, she breathed in the cool air coming in from her balcony and dropped into a recliner. She would have stayed there for hours if it hadn't been for her cell phone ringing.

"What's up, Hobby?" She greeted with a smile.

"You're wearing my pajamas!"

"If I could, I'd go to class with them."

“You should do it, I'd pay to see that," Hobi answered giggling. "I called you before, were you with the actor?"

“Nope, I was with Yoongi.” Emm's smile and response caused her best friend to hold his cell phone so close that Emmy could only see his nostrils.

"What?! I want to know everything!”

"Okay, but put your cell phone away, I don't want to see your snot."

They were talking for a while in which only the dancer's applause and laughter were heard, but all that changed when Emmy read a message from her other friend.

Woosung. 11:15 p.m. “Bivouac?

Emmy felt a lurch in her stomach as she read that. It was a word, just one, but it contained so much... enough to turn the girl's life upside down.

"Emm?"

"Sorry, sorry. What did you say?"

“That Nara wants us to go to karaoke, but Woosung hasn't read the messages in the chat."

"He just wrote to me."

"Well, tell him that we'll see him there."

"I don't know if he'll go, I think he has other plans." Emm's nervousness revealed to Hobi the plans she was talking about. His demeanor also changed, in a matter of seconds, his face took on such seriousness and concern that he didn't look like himself.

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A few hours later, Hoseok, Nara, Woosung, and Emmy were leaving the karaoke, they had a great time, they had as much fun as every time the four of them were together. But the atmosphere around the group changed when Nara and Hoseok heard the other two's plans.

“Don't you guys want to come with us? I promise it won't be a wild night, I have a recording session tomorrow." Woosung said.

"How about we go somewhere else?" Nara asked.

“No, Nara, please! One of my best friends will be the DJ tonight."

"The guy from Amsterdam?" Hoseok asked, and judging by his tone of voice and gaze when Woosung nodded, his concern was getting even bigger.

"You know what I think of that place and that guy."

Hobi's seriousness wasn't something people saw every day, but when he felt that his friends might be in some kind of danger, he reacted like that. Yet, it had been years trying to make Woosung and Emmy react, and not only him, Nara had also tried, but neither of them had achieved anything. The same thing happened that night when they both watched as Woosung and Emmy got into the boy's car and drove away.

“I think next time it'd be best not to tell them. The musician broke the silence, until that moment, he had driven in silence. "I don't understand why they get in that mood, it's not a big deal."

Emm looked at Woosung and then sighted. The four of them had similar personalities. They were friendly, funny, and outgoing people. They were always the life and soul of any party they went to, so seeing one of them with a serious face was something especially rare.

"It's weird when Hobi doesn't like someone, I think this is the first time."

"Maybe it wasn't a good day for him." Woosung answered turning on the radio and to his surprise, they were playing one of his songs, which made them forget Hobi's warning.

"Oh my god! You're getting famous! My friend is famous!"

"Shut up! You have way more famous friends," Woosung said laughing.

“But so far you’re my favorite.”

“So far?”

“Just kidding, you know I love you.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be cheesy and tell me more about the date with your dear pianist."

**********

Unfortunately for Yoongi, his boss couldn't double his working hours. His boss appreciated him for always being so responsible, though, so he made an exception and would let him work nights for a few more hours, but that would only be for a few days, a couple of weeks at most. Back home, he sat down to think about what to do, he was not someone who easily lost his temper; in fact, few things could disturb him, but there was no doubt that his mother's health was a serious matter. Although he had left home when he was very young, he always kept an eye on his parents, in his own way, of course, Yoongi was not the type of person who would call every day to chat.

For a while, he was thinking about options while he drank some whiskey, it had been a gift from Namjoon, a very fine whiskey that he only drank from time to time, especially when he rehearsed at home. Yoongi had already sat down with the guitar in his arms to be able to relax a bit and clear his mind, but that didn't last long when Jin had returned with Namjoon and with them, all the questions regarding Emmy emerged.

"I've already explained it to you many times." Said the musician fed up with the young actor's questions.

“Did you see her Cartier watch, her Birkin bag? What about her Chanel clothes? Everything she was wearing was from the latest collection! And don't even get me started on the diamonds on her bracelets and earrings!" Namjoon was the first to laugh when he heard the analysis his friend had done.

“How do you know all that? You still buy the fashion magazines, right?" Yoongi asked laughing, imagining his friend sitting drinking tea while reading the magazines he liked so much. "Besides, how did you notice that by just seeing her for a few minutes?"

“One second is enough to realize that she's rich. If you get married to her, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."

"Jin, what kind of thought is that?" Namjoon asked offended.

"A practical one."

“It doesn't matter if the girl has money or not, just how Yoongi feels about her, and I saw him very happy. I mean, since when do you have dates when you should be working?” Namjoon asked with a mischievous smile.

“It wasn't a date, it was more of a farewell. I told her that there would be no more practices and she asked me to be her piano professor, but I said no.”

“Did so much alcohol drown your neurons? Why not? Isn't that the same thing you've been doing?" Namjoon asked while Jin just wanted to hit the musician on the head.

“It had nothing to do with classes, she just listened to me while I practiced, I didn't teach her anything. You know what? Forget it, enough with this topic, I need to find another job soon.”

“Did you get fired from one of the thousands you have?” Jin asked.

"No, but I need more money, Geumjae called today, mom needs a doctor soon."

Namjoon and Jin looked at each other, both thinking the same thing but deciding which of the two would tell him, as delicate as Yoongi was, offering help was never something he welcomed. In the end, as an unspoken agreement, Jin was the one to speak.

“I can lend you what I've saved.”

"No," said the musician bluntly. "I appreciate it, but you also have a lot of expenses, you can't run out of your savings."

“Yoongi, use this opportunity, you like the girl, you can't say no to me because otherwise, you wouldn't have let her listen to you all this time. It won't be hard to teach someone you like, plus I guess the pay will be good."

"Namjoon, you should be the last one to tell me to accept something like that."

“Dude, not all experiences have to be so bad, she doesn't look like a bad person. You're missing a very good opportunity.”

"Yoongi, Namjoon's right," Jin said taking a serious look. “If you don't want to accept our help, don't be stupid and proud. That girl’s offering you a job and that's what you need. Not everyone who comes to you is going to let you down.”

The musician ended the topic when he got up from the chair to pour himself more liquor and for a while, no one spoke, until Jin decided to break the tension.

“If you're not interested in her, can I ask her out? If I'm already handsome, now imagine if I were a millionaire, I'd be unstoppable."

"Unstoppably stupid, yes, I imagine so," Yoongi replied opening the door to his room to be alone.

"Hey! I'm older than you, respect me!"

In the solitude and quiet of his room, Yoongi flopped onto the bed. What was he supposed to do? How would he help his mother? How would he continue with his musical studies? Was it time to accept that his dream was too unreal, too unattainable? No, not yet… not good enough yet, far from it. He had to try harder, he was not going to abandon his dream, no matter what it cost him, he would achieve it.

However, Yoongi's determination was far from being an enviable characteristic, it was a double-edged sword, his scourge. While motivating him to keep going, it pushed so much of himself that there were days when Yoongi hated being like that. There were days when he felt that he was not running towards success, but that he was fleeing from a shadow that oppressed him and demanded that he reach the top.

At the same time that Yoongi felt how that shadow, now named anxiety, was approaching to accompany him all night, Emmy sank into what offered her a type of freedom that really didn't exist. Those hours of freedom and furor were expensive, expensive enough that not even she had the way to pay for it.

Both had numerous hidden and unspoken truths that they had never accepted out loud. For years none had been able to see the light they had within and how valuable they truly were. However, fortunately all that would change.

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twosroos · 2 years

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teasers, plural???

becuz i hate not posting anything, and want people to chat with about my writing... here are various teasers for different parts of the next four-ish all grown up chapters :D!

"It's so dumb to be so stressed and terrified of something I could do with my eyes closed! It almost feels irrational, like being afraid of dating again."

Then, Bob confessed something to you.

"I'm terrified of dating again."

It makes you pause, and you cock your head at him. He flushes and waves his hands around.

"Hear me out!" He laughs, turning so he's almost flush against you and you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath as he sighs, the breath filtering across the bare skin of your chest from where your lowcut tanktop sits.

"I'm hearing." You tease and he sighs.

"Dating someone in the Navy, or vice versa, is a huge commitment. It's worse if you marry them too. You have to give this person all of your trust. You just have to sit there at night knowing they're probably praying that you don’t end up dead somewhere, or that you don’t cheat overseas. You're also praying the same for them, you want to be able to go and help them and hold them but you can't because you're so far away. I've seen so many relationships that would usually thrive, break off and die in the Navy and it's so upsetting. I just can’t imagine having to leave someone behind. Even with my few exes since I left for boot camp, that was always the hardest part."

"Leaving?" You whisper and he nods, and you try to bite back the bitter comment of 'it wasn't hard for you the first time we kissed' that fights its way up. You don't have a real desire to be bitter anymore. When Bob hums back a yes, you sigh softly and almost try to burrow into your pillows a bit more. Your hand comes up to rest by your pillow and you accidentally, or mostly accidentally, ghost it up his chest; barely touching his skin. He shudders but keeps his eyes locked on yours.

You're not sure if you had made a mistake, or if your subconscious was asking for more. Your eyes sparkle with the dotted fairy lights hidden in the posters, fake foliage, flowers, and tapestry on your walls as you whisper, "Would you ever do it?"

"As soon as I can get the girl I’m after to trust me, yes. A hundred times over, even if it ends in flames."

---

Once you get Fuego stable after her run, already mentally prepared for her to thrash, the audience cheers as you turn back to see the time. A beautiful seventeen and fifty-two seconds staring back at you.

"She does it again!" The announcer comes over the radio and you laugh, using one hand to raise your shimmering stetson to the crowd as you pump your fist against your chest with the other. The audience roars, slamming their feet into the stands, and Fuego shakes her head low at the noise as you scream out a noise of pure, euphoric celebration.

"Let's fuckin' go!" You hear a voice scream and you turn to see Bob cheering from behind you where he stands with his friends. Your chest feels light, and the feeling of your heart thudding against your chest is as prominent as the feeling of your blood rushing through your veins. You let out a laugh as you wave to the audience, hopping off of Fuego once you see your Mom has her reins. You book it straight to Bob, his arms easily taking you into a tight hug as he swings you around.

"Holy shit!" You laugh, once your feet are on solid ground, and he grabs your stetson from your hand before he places it gently on your head with a soft smile.

"Congratulations." He whispers and you grin, a hand on his chest and the other still wrapped around his shoulders.

"Thanks, Robby."

---

“You might think you’re winning now,” he stumbled back, a hand pressed to the wall behind him for support, “but, let me tell you something.”

“Get out—“

“—Y/n!” He sing-songs before dropping his voice to a whisper, “I’ve got a revolver in the passenger's door of my truck, and if four eyes over there wants to even try helping you, I'll place a pretty little pack-a gunpowder right between his eyes.”

“you wouldn’t dare.” You feel the breath being knocked out of your lungs, you barely step back, a plastic cup crunching under the heel of your boot.

“I would.” Mike smiles, and before you can retort, the sliding door to the barn opens and you find a helpful perch on Jake’s shoulder the second he’s within arm's distance. Phoenix stands in the doorway, her back to you, calling for someone to come over.

“Mister Lees,” Jake speaks with a cold, dangerous tone as his eyes flicker to Mike, then to you. Jake shifts so he’s fully blocking you.

Mike goes to step forward and Jake gently nudged you off as he steps forward to match him. The display of power makes Mike falter as he speaks, “Uh— Lieutenant Seresin.”

“You best be on your way out of this party now, Mike, don’t ‘cha think?” Jake smiles, “I wouldn’t wanna have to send someone after you.”

“I’ll be on my way, sir. But Y/n—“

“—Can it.” Phoenix calls from the doorway, “you’ve got about two seconds to get outta here before Rob sees you.”

---

"Mike, stop!" You screech, digging a heel into the ground as you try to rip yourself back. The sight of him grabbing the barn door is enough to send your brain into a panic.

"I'll slam it back into this same door!" He shouts, "Wanna see that? Huh? Answer me!"

"Stop it!" You're sobbing, and that's when you hear a truck door slam from behind you.

"That's just 'bout enough, I think." Bob enters the barn, wiping sweat from his forehead as he shoves his stetson down to secure it, you continue to pull against Mike, who laughs softly at Bob's stare.

"I don't give a shit what you think, four-eyes,"

"You better think real careful 'bout what your gon' say next, Mike." Bob's voice drops to an octave you've never heard, and you finally lift your head to meet his gaze and it steeled right into Mike's fiery one. Bob doesn't need to flex or show his strength, it comes from his voice alone, "I ain't gonna repeat myself, back the fuck off. Now."

#all grown up twosroos #do these count as spoilers?#yall knew mike was gonna show up why would i bring it up so much just to have it not happen <3

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honestlywtf04 · 2 years

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐨𝐦

warning : smut, daddy kink, choking, minimal spanking, oral sex (male), shower sex, slight degrading, spitting, creampie

summary : her love for her husband isn't there anymore, who is going to satisfy her next?

pairing : stepmom!reader stepson!vinnie.

y/n is 24 and vinnie is 20

a/n: here's the step mom smut you wanted, i hope i achieved what you wanted @diorjadore

i got a little bit carried away for the first part

desperation

that's what i felt when we first started dating. he was very loving. was. sometimes i question myself. what would my life be like if we never met? where would i be right now? being single and free, exploring every inch of this filthy, yet beautiful world? or living in my own apartment with an elderly couple living next to me.

i always dreamed of traveling all over the earth. it has so many places to explore, you can never get bored of it. it's sad how such disgusting people have the power to turn something so amazing, to something so unpleasant.

onto the actual topic, anthony hacker. he is my husband of one and a half years. when we met, his beauty was breathtaking, unlike anything i have ever seen.

i was desperate to get to know him, desperate to get close to him, desperate to find love with him. just like he was me with.

we loved each other.

loved

that was until his ex-wife. biological mother of his two children, vinnie and reggie, has tip-toed her way back into their lives.

kayla wasn't always the greatest person, i vividly remember anthony telling me that they got divorced due to 'reasons i can't explain'.

sometimes i felt like a part of him still loved her. it's the mother of his children so i guess he still loves her. but sometimes i wished that i was the only woman he ever loved.

kayla and anthony have been getting closer these past few months and honestly i don't care anymore.

whenever kayla visited, she would always talk about how her past relationship with my husband was like. anthony would never say anything. in fact he would join in on the conversation.

even though my feelings for anthony are barely there anymore, i can't find the courage to divorce him.

reggie is his youngest child. he's the one i'm closest to. we tell each other a lot of things. our relationship is like older sister and younger brother since i'm 24 years old and he's 17.

he has told me that he doesn't like how his mom is back. hell, he doesn't even like calling her that.

reggie is incredibly fun to be around. he's dramatic in the best way possible. when he falls down, he acts like one of those telenovela scenes.

vinnie is the oldest one. he's more quiet and closed up, with me. i can't help but feel like he hates me at times. not because he makes faces or anything, but because he ignores me most of the time.

the one time we actually interacted with each other was very interesting. we were home alone. reggie went out on a school trip where they slept over at a camp. lucky motherfucker. anthony and kayla went out to "talk."

talk my ass.

so vinnie and i were left alone. i was preparing dinner for us. i was making my mom's "famous" recipe of chicken alfredo. cooking was/is my forte, i love it.

vinnie walked into the kitchen, shirtless. his tattoos full on display, his toned abs that can make anyone fall to their knees for him.

vinnie was very talkative that day, he would even sneak in some flirty comments. 'don't be shy sweetheart' he would say whenever he caught me staring at him.

when i was in the kitchen preparing our food, he "accidentally" grabbed my hips and brushed his erection against my ass. he made it seem like he was moving me so he can get something from the top shelf, but i'm not stupid.

it's disgusting that small things like that affected me in that way. the arousal i was feeling that entire day was overwhelming.

i needed him badly and i can't help but feel like he needs me too.

he's 20 years old and doesn't know what to do with his life. but he's on moving out of this house, good for him. but i'm going to miss him. all of his tiny yet noticeable actions.

"kayla and i need to talk about something that came up so i'll be back in a few hours. it's kinda important," anthony tells me.

"okay bye," he goes in for a kiss but i move my head so he kisses my cheek.

"uh okay bye then," he walks out of the house.

i'm bored

i go to our shared room, rummaging through my cabinets to look for my favorite bikini. i never wear anything revealing due to anthony not allowing me to.

now that he's gonna be gone for a while, i can do whatever the fuck i want. i found the bikini i'm looking for.

i quickly remove the clothes i'm wearing right now, leaving me completely naked. i put on the maroon colored bikini.

"come on baby," i whistle to my dog. she wags her tail while sassily walking next to me. she stops walking when she's met with the sliding door and sits down.

i smile and open the door. she immediately runs out the door and starts sprinting around the huge backyard. i step outside and walk towards the lounge chair, setting my towel on it.

i lay down on it. it's not super hot today, i just wanted to feel attractive and i wanted an excuse to wear this bikini.

i close my eyes, letting my thoughts invade my head.

i was always into older men, it was like a kink of mine. my mom married my dad when she was 25 and he was 33.

i guess i'm doing what i've seen growing up.

when anthony and i first started dating, our relationship was amazing.

after four months of dating, he introduced me to his kids. i didn't mind playing step mom, but i always told myself that being a mother isn't for me. i didn't even feel like a mom, i just felt like a sibling to vinnie and reggie.

i was lucky that his kids weren't really kids. they were young adults.

when i first met reggie and vinnie, reggie was 15 and vinnie was 18.

anthony and i have been together for 2 years and we have been married for one of those years.

i think we rushed this relationship. as fucked up as it sounds, i don't feel how i use to feel about him. now he's probably cheating on me with kayla.

i don't care.

my thoughts always stress me out and i have no one to help me. anthony and i only had sex a few times. the last time was probably a month before kayla walked back into his life.

the only way i could feel some sort of relief was masturbation.

i hate to admit it, but sometimes. if not all the times i imagine it was vinnie that was helping me.

i imagine the way his lips would feel on mine. oh what i want him to do to me. i've never been with someone younger than me, it never came to mind. but something about the thought of vinnie fucking me, gets me all excited.

as much as i want him, i can't have him. he's my husband's son, my step son.

but he's so sexy. unlike anything i have ever come across.

he wears sweatpants almost all the time. shirtless i might add. i can't help but stare at his luscious body. how bad i want his body against mine.

our chest gliding against each other as he pounds into me so relentlessly.

but once again, i can't have that. i have to push those thoughts away. it's disgusting and disrespectful. what would vinnie think if i told him all of this?

he would be disgusted! he wouldn't speak to me again.

"what are you doing?" i flinch at the unexpected voice. i open my eyes, being met with the man i was just thinking about. how can a black shirt and shorts look so good?

"o-oh hi vinnie," i smile. not wanting to make it obvious that his presence made me nervous.

"mind if i join you?" he asks.

"i don't mind at all." he stands there for a few seconds. before removing his shirt. i can't help but stare at his chest, his tattoos are so fascinating.

he then goes to remove his shorts. after he takes off his shorts, he's left in just his white boxers. i blush hard seeing him borderline naked in front of me.

i turn my head, not wanting him to see my flushed face.

he chuckles deeply. "it's okay to stare, i don't mind it."

i turn my head once again to look at him. he makes a come here motion with his hand. i walk towards him and he grabs my hand.

"let's go to the hot tub," i nod my head and he leads me to it. it's a little dark outside, it's not nighttime completely, but i can see the stars and the moon faintly.

"i need to put nova inside," i tell him and he nods.

vinnie let's go of my hand and goes around the hot tub to turn on the water jets.

"nova!" i yell and immediately she barks running towards me. i open the door and and she walks inside. i close it and walk towards vinnie.

he turns on the led lights, setting the color to purple. it fits the vibe. a little bit of tension, but calming if that makes any sense.

he steps closer to me, "ladies first."

"what a gentleman," i tease. the hot tub is quite tall so i bend down a little bit to get inside it. my stomach rubs against the tub and i manage to get inside. the warm water makes me sigh. i feel vinnie's eyes on my ass the whole time making me smirk.

"just for you-" i don't think he meant to say that. i ignore what he said.

"you're turn," he smiles and steps into the hot tub rather easily. must be nice.

we both sit down. i choose to sit across from him. the sexual tension is incredibly thick.

he rests his arms on the edge of the tub. his shoulders and bicep muscles looking better than ever.

he stares at me, making me feel nervous.

"how are you and my dad?" he breaks the silence. i shrug my shoulders, not much to say about it.

"good..?" i say more like a question.

he hums. "how do you feel about my mom being here a lot?" he sounds almost hateful of the word 'mom'.

"in all honesty, i don't care anymore," i sigh.

"anymore?" he furrows his eyebrows. i nod. "yup. i want to divorce your dad. i just don't know how to bring it up. we never do anything together. i don't even feel like his wife anymore, i just feel like a person that lives here and does all the work of the house. like a maid," he frowns at my choice of words.

"you are the opposite of a maid. if my dad can't see what an amazing woman you are, then it's his lost. i don't care since i'm moving out in a few weeks."

"you're moving? where?" i ask, not aware of this.

"yeah, i found an apartment across town. i like it a lot," he presses his lips together.

"i'm very happy for you."

"yeah. anyways, let's say you and my dad divorce.. where would you go?" he asks me, curiosity filling his voice.

i shrug my shoulders. "i don't know. my parents passed away so they're not an option. and i'm an only child so i can't live with siblings. all my friends left me because i married your dad calling me a gold digger. so probably the streets."

he shakes his head. "hell no. you're moving in with me."

my eyes widen. "i appreciate it, but i don't know what your dad would feel if he knew i was living with you."

"who cares what my dad thinks? i sure as hell don't. neither should you."

"i suppose. well i guess you and i are gonna be future roomates." he nods and we return to another moment of silence.

"so vinnie.. you're 20 years old. is there a special lady in mind for you?" i ask as smoothly as possible. he raises his eyebrows and his face turns red.

"ooo there is," i smile. trying to the fact that i'm filled with jealousy.

"i guess but i don't think she's into me," he frowns looking down. "oh come on, you are an attractive guy, who wouldn't want you?" i don't miss the way he reacted to my words.

"is she by any chance.. older than you?"

he looks up and nods. i stand up, the water reaching up to my thighs, enough to show the bottom of my bathing suit.

i walk and sit right next to him. he hesitates for a second before wrapping his muscular arm around me.

his hand trails to my back before making its way to the string of my top.

"what are you doing?" i shift a little bit away from him. he shrugs, "something you want."

i furrow my eyebrows, not fully understanding what he's saying. i mean.. he's not wrong but how does he know?

"don't give me that look. you think i don't know the little games you play?" he smirks. "the robes you wear after you shower. walking around the house in it clearly not wearing anything under."

"or whenever i walk into the room you tend to stare at me, hungrily." he moves closer to my ear, my breathing getting heavy.

"let me not forget. you playing with yourself thinking of me," he whispers. i audibly gasp.

"don't act surprised baby, you wanted me to hear you. does my dad not satisfy you enough that you think about his son to help your filthy thoughts?" he gets in front of my face.

we both make eye contact, i watch as his gaze switches back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

without a second wasted, he interlocks our lips. oh wow. he feels amazing. his hand goes around my body to grab my thigh, pulling me on top of him so i'm straddling him.

he pulls away for a split second before going back in. he's really good at this. his hands go to each side of my waist. i don't ignore his obvious boner that is rubbing against my clothed pussy.

he grips my hips and starts rocking me back and forth against him. we both gasp slightly at the small but pleasant friction that we are feeling against each other.

i grab his jaw and suck on his bottom lip, him doing the same to my top lip. i feel him smile against the heated make out session.

this is better than anything i have ever experienced. but it's so wrong. i'm married to his father for fucks sake.

i open my eyes and pull away quickly. i get off him. i don't want to but i have to.

"i-i-i'm so sorry w-we can't," he frowns and grabs my arm.

"please y/n i know you want this. you wouldn't have made out with me just now if you didn't want to." he's right, but i really can't do this.

"i won't tell my dad, you are gonna divorce him either way. i want you and you want me," he looks at me with pleading eyes.

"i can't, you are still my step son and it's so morally wrong."

"we aren't gonna be step son and step mom soon. please, i won't tell anyone," he stands up. his erect cock being shown through his wet, white boxers.

we both look at each other for a few seconds. he has a point.

i grab the back of his neck and desperately kiss him. i push him, making him fall back to where he was originally sitting. i walk towards him and sit on his lap, immediately connecting our lips.

he sighs in content. i start grinding against him, both of us moaning softly into the kiss.

"fuck you're so hot," he whispers. his hand reaches to the string of my top and pulls on it to untie it. he pulls away from my lips to look at my tits.

my top falls off, revealing my round boobs. he stares in awe. i watch his face, seeing him lick his lips. his mouth attaches to my boob. he looks up with my boob still in his mouth. i whine softly when we make eye contact.

he bites on my nipple making it harden. he swirls his tongue around it then starts sucking on the curves of my boob, leaving hickeys all over it. i whimper at the feeling of his mouth on my body.

he repeats the exact same action to my other boob. he disconnects himself from my boob and i lean down to connect our lips.

he grabs my hips and starts moving it, my pussy right on top of his rock hard cock. the only thing stopping our areas from touching is our clothes.

"you're so beautiful, y/n." he mumbles against my lips making me blush.

he pulls away and gently gets me off him. i look at him furrowing my eyebrows. does he want to stop?

he smirks at me and picks me up. i squeal but i wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

he looks backwards and leaves the hot tub with him carrying me.

while he's walking, i start kissing his neck.

i begin to suck all over the areas i can reach leaving hickeys. i feel the vibrations of his light groans against my lips making me smile.

"let's go inside," he says and i nod.

he sets me down and i grab my towel, wrapping it around my body. he grabs his towel that i didn't even know he brought and wraps it around his waist.

"you wanna shower?" he asks me and i nod. "you wanna join me?" i ask making him smirk.

"of course i do."

we both walk inside, leaving a trail of wet footsteps on the floor but we couldn't care less. i open the door to the bathroom and walk inside with him right behind me.

"you get naked and i'll turn on the water." i nod and immediately remove my towel. i take off the piece of clothing covering my pussy.

it's a small struggle since it's wet but i managed. i hear the water turn on and vinnie turns around. his mouth opens slightly and his face turns a light shade of pink when he sees my naked body.

"are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna join me?" i smirk, walking pass him to step inside the shower. the warm water hitting my chest making me sigh.

after a few seconds, literal seconds, vinnie steps inside completely naked. his hard cock standing up long and tall.

his dick is bigger than anthony's, and he isn't small so i'm scared.

"you can touch it, i won't complain," he chuckles when he catches me staring at his dick.

"so you won't mind if i..." i get down on my knees, the water going right over my head. "do this."

"not at all," he breathes.

"or.." i grab onto his shaft making his breath hitch. "this."

"i don't mind, please keep going," he sounds desperate. i stroke his dick, my thumb rubbing his slit collecting all the precum that is leaking.

i look up and see him breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. i smile and wrap my lips around his tip, not stopping my strokes.

"fuck," he groans softly. i suck on his tip lightly before going down to deepthroat him. he lets out a small moan.

i bob my head at a pleasant pace for him. "h-holy shit," he moans.

i go down again, my nose touching his pelvis bone. "fucking hell y/n." his hand goes my wet hair and holds me there for a few seconds till i tap his thigh making him let go. i move back to catch my breath.

a string of saliva connects from my lip to his tip. i look up at him and he stares at me with lustful eyes.

i continue stroking him at a now quick pace. "open your mouth," i do as told and open my mouth with my tongue sticking out.

he bends down and spits in my mouth. i immediately swallow making him chuckle. "hurry up. make me cum so i can fuck your pretty pussy."

i start sucking his cock again. i hollow my cheeks making him unintentionally thrust into my mouth. i gag at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat quickly. i hum around him sending a wave of vibrations through him.

i feel his dick twitch inside my mouth and i detach my mouth from his cock. "i-i'm gonna c-cum," he moans.

i watch as his eyes roll back and his mouth is open from his heavy breaths. "cum for me daddy."

that was it from him to release in my mouth. "y/n! fuck," him moaning my name like that is so hot.

i stroke him a few more times clearing him out. he grabs my hand making me stand up.

"your turn gorgeous," he bites his lip. "next time," i smile. i just want him inside me, nothing else.

"next time?," he smirks. i chuckle nodding, "i mean unless you want this to be a one time thing," i fake frown.

"no no no, this is the first of many to come," i smirk at his response.

i turn around and bend down, holding onto the random railing in the shower. he runs his hand up and down my folds, feeling how wet i am.

"fuck you're so wet for me baby, who gets you this wet?" he groans.

i moan softly, "you daddy, only you."

"that's right baby," he leans down kissing my back. i shudder at his touch. his now hardened cock poking at my entrance.

he grabs his cock and rubs his tip against my folds. "fuck your pussy is so pretty."

"sto- fuck." i cut myself up with a moan when i feel him start entering me. "holy fuck you're so tight," he mumbles.

he pushes himself more in, both of us moaning at the connection. he leans down and kisses my cheek. "you're doing great, just a little more," he whispers.

he pushes the rest of himself in, bottoming out. his cock stretching my walls further than ever. i feel more than full in the best way possible.

"i-i f-f," i can't form a sentence, he feels too good. "are you fucked out already? i haven't even moved," he teases.

"p-please fuck m-me," i whine. he moves back until just his tip is inside and pushes himself back in. both of us moaning. he thrusts slowly but starts speeding up.

"you feel so good baby," he groans. he puts his hand around my throat and pulls me up so my back his touching his chest. "god y/n. you're such a slut, fucking your step son while your husband is not home. does he not please you so you come to me?" he taunts making me moan loudly.

his thrusts alongside his dirty words are making me go to another dimension.

"d-daddy," i whimper.

"yes baby?" he smirks. "your cock feels so g-good."

he turns my head and pecks my lips. his other hand reaches down and rubs my clit. i moan at the feeling.

i feel myself get closer and closer to my orgasm. i feel his cock hitting my g-spot. also reaching my cervix, something anthony couldn't manage to do.

"daddy! i'm gonna cum," he thrusts faster. "cum for me baby, be a good girl for me," i practically scream when i reach my high. my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"mm good girl," he smirks, slowing down his thrusts to help me ride out my intense orgasm. i'm breathing heavily, i'm fucking tired. he pecks my lips once again. "just make me cum and we can be done baby," he tells me once he sees how tired i am. i lazily nod at his words.

he lets go of my throat and i go back to my original position. he looks down at where we are connected and watches his cock go in and out of me. he smacks my ass harshly making me jolt forward.

"fuck your so hot," he groans. i feel his dick twitch inside me. "cum inside me daddy," i bite my lip. he speeds up his thrusts desperately wanting to cum.

"i'm cumming for you!" his mouth opens and his eyes roll back. i feel him twitch a few more times before his cum shoot inside me. a string of curses and profanities leave his mouth.

he thrusts a few more times riding out his high before pulling out me. he looks down at my core watching his cum pour out of my hole. "that's so hot," he whispers.

i stand up and turn around to face him. we both smile at each other. he leans down and kisses me. "i thought step family sex was only in porn," he whispers and i laugh.

"we just fucked and that's the first thing you say," i say. he laughs and looks into my eyes for a few seconds. he pecks my lips. "now let's actually shower."

author's note: i'm not really a smut writer but if i'm in the right mood i'll write it

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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a place called home

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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kiridarling · 3 years

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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #deku smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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The Bitch is Back

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: You run into Ransom’s cunt of an ex again and it goes about as well as expected.

Warnings: explicit language, Ransom looking like a whole snack, fluff, that blonde bitch, Linda being a cunt, extremely abusive language and allusions to past emotional abuse, more angst than I had intended, my undying love for these two idiots, too many feelings

A/N: I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her! Sorry everyone, the angst took over this one and what I had intended to be another fun romp a la Girl Fight turned into a pit of emotion that I couldn’t dig myself out of. I’m gonna go cry.

“Baby, you know we can just go home, right?” Ransom gave you a tired but indulgent smile when he looked at you, tucking his fingers under your chin and tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes while you swallowed thickly.

“No, I’m not gonna give your mother the satisfaction of seeing me duck out of this thing.” You got that stubborn set to your jaw that told him to quit trying to take care of you, because proving to his bitch mother you could actually make it through one of these stupid events without causing some kind of scene was more important than your comfort right now.

You felt bile rise in your throat and swallowed it again. This was fucking ridiculous, you weren’t even on a boat, just the dock. But you still felt like you were going to vomit at any second, watching the motion of the boats rocking on the water making your gut lurch. It almost made you wonder if Linda knew about your stomach’s aversion to being on water when she had insisted on the two of you attending their fucking sailing club’s final regatta.

“Here we go, one scopolamine patch.” You could’ve kissed Anne when she handed it to you, grateful that Ben’s boat was moored in this marina so you didn’t have to spend the rest of this stupid thing constantly swallowing your own vomit. “Why didn’t you bring your own?”

“She said she’d be fine if she didn’t actually go on the boats.” Ransom ignored the glare you shot him when he talked to Anne over your head, rubbing your arm softly when he pulled you closer to him.

“Did I tell you how much I hate that you two get along?” You frowned when Ransom pressed his lips to your hair, slapping the patch on your neck and sighing when you felt your stomach start to settle.

Anne just laughed at you, shaking her head as she sipped on her cocktail and leaned against Ben. The fact that this guy actually treated you like you deserved did a lot to endear him to her, even if he was an asshole sometimes.

You had been worried at first about introducing Anne to Ransom’s idiot friends, no matter how much they had grown on you. But your friend could hold her own, her no nonsense attitude endearing her to the girls as she chewed out Logan for some dumbass comment while Dylan and Chaz just chuckled that now there were two of you.

This was one of the few things that you actually felt out of your element with, since you could not give a single fuck about sailing with your stupid seasickness. But you could tell Ran was enjoying himself, and every fucking time he got near the water he looked so fucking windswept and dreamy so it was well worth the nausea. That was all gone now though, the scopolamine making you feel just the tiniest bit drowsy and pleasantly warm while Ran pulled you tight against his chest as he whistled for his team’s boat between nuzzling himself into your hair with pleased little hums. Even Linda giving you some vicious side eye couldn’t break you out of your good mood, the warmth of Ransom wrapped around you like a balm for your typical nervous energy. Then you heard Jess mutter an “oh shit” and the sound of a bratty, whiny voice broke right through your pleasant haze and made your spine stiffen.

“Rannie?” That fucking blonde bitch would show up to something like this, just to ruin your day. “I thought that was you. Oh, still with your tramp, I see.”

“Sloane.” His grip around you grew almost painfully tight, growling into your neck as he did his best to take deep breaths. “Don’t you have some puppies to skin, or something?”

You grabbed his hand and wound your fingers through his as you felt him tense up, pressing your lips to the inside of his wrist in an attempt to help him calm down. It had been your sincere hope that after you beat the shit out of this cunt you would never have to see her again, but when had you ever been that lucky?

“Aww, Rannie, thought you couldn’t talk without this bitch’s permission.” She looked mildly uncomfortable when you shifted your gaze to her, your eyes narrowing in a warning that she chose to ignore. “Been missing you a whole lot, baby, when’re you gonna stop slumming around?”

“What the fuck do you want, Sloane?” You were chanting over and over in your head that you were not going to fight this cunt, catching Anne starting to square up from the corner of your eye and giving her a small shake of the head to get her to stand down.

“I’m not talking to you, slut.” She must’ve been drunk, you had definitely taught her her lesson last time. “Just because you can give this bastard a good, sloppy fuck doesn’t mean you get to keep him. You don’t know what he really needs, and he’s too fucking stupid to tell you. God, you’re only sticking with him because he’s such a good fuck, right? That’s like, his only redeeming quality, except for the money. And you and your low class pussy don’t even know what to do with such a fine piece of eye candy.”

“Ok, you need to leave, Sloane.” Ransom may have been full of the anxiety he always felt around his ex, but the way your whole body was wound tight like a spring let him know you were ready to get violent. So he pressed a brief, soothing kiss to your hair and moved to guide this drunk bitch away from another beating.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, god, you really are a fucking moron.” Sloane jerked away from him when he tried to guide her away from your group, turning and sneering derisively at him. “Fuck’s sake, Linda was right, she really should have aborted you so we wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid bull shit.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You reached your arm out to grip Ransom’s shoulder on instinct when he recoiled like he had been slapped, pulling him towards you protectively as you stared disbelieving at the people around you. “What the fuck did she just say?”

Sloane was just grinning at you wickedly as she sipped on her drink, like she had never and would never do anything wrong in her life. You almost forgot your promise you’d made to not get yourself kicked out of this event, but then Ran was clutching at your waist and making a choked sound and you turned back to him with concern.

There was no one to hold back Anne though, and she hadn’t made any promises about being on her best behavior. So she handed Ben her purse and punched that bitch right in the jaw.

You just gave a grateful look to your best friend before she bitch slapped that twat, security already starting to rush towards the fight as you guided Ransom towards the parking lot while he tried to regulate his breathing.

“Baby? Hey, Ran, look at me.” You’d never seen him look so completely lost, his eyes glistening with pent up emotion when you finally got him to look at you and you felt your heart break. “Oh honey, can you make it to the car?” He just nodded at you as another strangled sob escaped his throat and every fiber of your being ached to give him some form of comfort. “Ok, gimme the keys.”

He handed them to you and you wound your arm around him to guide him towards the beemer, letting him lean heavily on your shoulder and murmuring soft, soothing noises to him as you tried to think of something you could do for him. You knew that bitch was an abusive piece of work but Ran had been so hesitant to talk about it and you didn’t want to push him about it before he was ready, but if the way he reacted to her barb was any indication of how she treated him you might end up killing that bitch.

Ransom’s breathing seemed even more ragged by the time you reached the beemer, barely giving you a chance to shove the front seat down so the two of you could climb into the back and you could instruct him to stretch out over your lap. Your own throat was starting to get tight when he let out a wretched sob, the fingers of one hand running through his hair while the other smoothed over his chest as you watched his face closely.

“Baby, I need you to breathe for me, ok?” You were trying your best to keep your voice low and even, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to mirror your actions until he was pressing his face to your stomach with a piteous whine once his breathing had regulated slightly. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, Ran, just keep breathing.”

He sighed deeply when you continued murmuring soft words of praise to him, his fingers curling over yours on his chest as he looked up at you and felt the softness of your gaze spread like warmth through his body.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned when you pulled gently on his hair, his voice raspy with the tears he’d managed to swallow.

“No, baby.” You curled over him and brushed your lips over his forehead, trying not to cry when he wrapped his arms around your neck and let out another shaky breath. “You don’t apologize, ever, you hear me?”

“I thought I was over this shit.” He buried his face in your neck and breathed deep, your warm scent washing over him and finally making him relax. “I don’t want to put this on you.”

“Listen to me, Ransom.” You pulled back a little so you could gaze into his eyes, resting your forehead against his and maneuvering until you were laying next to him across the backseat. “I don’t know if you really think I’m just with you for the sex or what, but when I say I love you, I fucking mean it. I love all of you, so much, and that means that you can put all of it on me, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fuck, I love you, too.” He whined when you pressed your lips to his gently, drinking you in and pulling you to him as tight as possible when you let him deepen the kiss. “Need you so much.”

“I know, Ransom, I’m here.” You moved your lips up to his cheeks when he finally let his tears start to fall, kissing each one that stained his cheeks as you splayed your body over his while he held you. “My sweet boy, it’s ok. Let go for me, baby.”

He buried his face in your shoulder and did as you asked. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but you could feel the warm wetness of his tears against the bare flesh of your neck while his chest heaved against yours. You cooed soft words of encouragement into his hair as he wept, letting a few of your own tears fall as you felt the tension slowly seep from his body.

Neither of you were sure how long you laid there tangled with each other, but eventually Ransom felt the last of the pain drain out of him until he was sinking against the seat with exhaustion. Having you there with him was like a balm for his soul, the way your eyes moved to search his once you felt him let out a deep sigh making his lips quirk in a small smile. His eyes were brilliantly blue from the tears he had shed, but you could see a glimmer of something hopeful there, and that made you relax. You sighed when he framed your face with his hands and pulled your lips back to his, the kiss chaste but full of emotion that he was too exhausted to vocalize at the moment.

“You ready to go home?” You pressed your hand over his heart when you leaned back a little, glad to feel that it had slowed down to a normal rhythm as he nodded for you. “Ok, you just stay back here and rest, alright? When we get home I’m gonna draw us a nice bath and we’ll just spend the rest of the day vegging.”

“That sounds good.” He watched you climb back into the front seat with a deep breath, squeezing your hand when you let it linger on his chest before letting you pull it away with reluctance.

You peeked at him through the rear view mirror before pulling out, relieved when you watched his eyes drift closed as he sagged into the seat and let his exhaustion take over. It almost hurt you how much you loved that man, and if you ever saw that cunt who hurt him again, there was a good chance you were going to jail for him.

Ransom was still dozing by the time you pulled up to the house, but he roused quickly when he felt you shake him awake. He let you help him out of the car and smiled warmly at you when you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, humming contentedly when you let him bury his face in your hair as you guided him into the house.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek once you were inside and instructed him to go to the en suite while you got some wine, watching him closely as he headed up the stairs before moving to grab a good bottle from the rack. There was a buzzing from your purse and you pulled out your phone, texting Anne that everything was ok and no, you didn’t need her to smash that bitch’s windows in. She was detailing all the ways she was going to fuck that cunt up and making you chuckle when suddenly the last caller ID you expected flashed across your screen.

“Can I help you with something, Linda?” You poured the Syrah into a decanter and moved to grab a couple of glasses, curious why exactly she was calling you.

“Y/N…” she sounded massively uncomfortable but you could not bring yourself to give a single fuck. “I just… I heard what Sloane said and I wanted to make sure Ransom was alright. He wasn’t answering my calls though.”

“Good for him.” You chewed on your lip as you considered what you wanted to say to her. “Was she lying?”

“What?”

“Did you tell your own child you should have aborted him? Or was that abusive cunt you kept forcing down your son’s throat being a lying bitch?”

“I never… I didn’t tell him.” She still sounded like she thought she was in the right, and you might have spit in her face if she was in front of you.

“Oh, but you said it, didn’t you?” You sneered and downed the glass of wine you’d poured when you saw her number pop up. She didn’t deny it, and you quickly moved to pour yourself another glass. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Linda.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You could practically hear her spine straightening over the phone and you rolled your eyes at her. “You don’t know what it was like trying to raise him. Stubborn and spoiled and…”

“Goodbye, Linda. Don’t fucking call either of us again.” You hung up before she could continue, tossing your phone across the counter and draining your glass before grabbing the decanter and glasses before heading upstairs.

“Hey, baby.” He was already soaking when you walked into the steam filled en suite, his head leaning back against the edge of the drop in tub and giving you a lazy grin. “You have trouble picking a wine?”

“No.” You set the decanter and glasses on the tray at the tub’s edge and pinned your hair off your neck before getting undressed and sliding into the water with him. “I had to talk to your mother.”

“Oh, you had to?” He pulled you against his chest and sighed when you tucked your face into his neck.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure she didn’t disturb us for the rest of the weekend.” You took a deep breath when he started trailing his fingers over your spine, the warmth of the water seeping through your body and helping you relax as you sank into him. “You wanna talk about what happened?”

“Later.” His arms wound tightly around you, nuzzling into your hair and breathing in the scent of you that always made him feel like he was home. “Just wanna hold you for now.”

#natalie writes #ransom otp #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom x you #ransom x y/n #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale angst #ransom angst #angst #fluff #too many feelings

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rocorambles · 3 years

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What Is Love?

Pairing: Gojo x reader (Main), Nanami x reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Rape, Sacrilegious, God Complex and Delusional Gojo, Somnophilia, Slapping, Choking, Humiliation, Coercion, Non-Con Infidelity

Summary: Gojo learns what love is and unfortunately, you're the object of his newfound affection.

A/N: Thank you as always for beta-ing @sawamooora and dedicating this to my dear @lets-go-datehoe. Thank you for sending this request, Yuli~

Love? Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. Love is for hopeless, lonely souls. Love is for miserable pathetic wretches desperate to fill an emptiness in their hearts, in their lives.

When everyone in the world is already falling head over heels to serve him, to be with him, when he's given everything he's ever wanted and more on a silver platter, why would he need love?

Gojo Satoru is already at the top of the world, with or without love.

Now lust? Gojo understands lust.

Carnal pleasure is never unwelcomed and unlike his elders, his head isn’t shoved so far up his ass to deny that he adores the feeling of his cock inside a slobbering mouth, a sopping wet cunt, an exquisitely tight ass.

But more than that, his arrogance and ego thrives and swells as women throw themselves at him, the feeling of being desired only fueling the prideful monster inside of him, only fueling his borderline delusion.

Of course everyone wants him. He’s Gojo Satoru after all.

And so he lets himself be worshipped, lets woman after woman praise him, reveling in the way they chant his name like a prayer as he returns their devotion with thick sticky white blessings. He smirks at the way they kneel before him, staring up at him in reverence, their pretty mouths and throats stretched wide across his cock.

Gojo Satoru is a god, and gods do not chase after mere mortals. So when he meets and you barely give him the time of day other than a polite bow, he shrugs his shoulders.

You’re just another disbeliever. Another silly lamb he needs to convert. Nothing more. Nothing less. Definitely nothing to get worked up about.

It’s almost amusing how you’re playing hard to get, sinning by spitting such crude and crass remarks at a deity like him every time he tries to speak to you. And it’s almost infuriating how you turn your nose up at him, as if you’re qualified to have an opinion of him, let alone think of him as beneath you. But he hides the pleased smile on his face when he sees your gaze linger just a tad too long to be mere coincidence the first time he reveals his eyes to you, a look of awe slipping past your scowling countenance.

See? They all come around eventually.

And so he lays it on thicker, draping his tall figure over yours, letting his warm breath grace the back of your neck, murmuring coy words in your ear. His long fingers find themselves tangling in your hair, brushing against your hands, touching every part of you as much as he can get away with.

You’re so close. He can feel your walls slowly crumbling away, can see the unsureness in your eyes as you half heartedly nudge him away after unconsciously leaning into his touch. Just a little more…

Except something, or rather someone, stops him.

Gojo Satoru isn’t usually caught off guard, especially not by the likes of Nanami Kento. The ex-salary man is a good man, but just a man nonetheless, no matter how you dress it up. But Gojo grudgingly admits at least surprise, if not something more, when he hears you’re in Tokyo and decides to pay your apartment a visit, only to find the Grade 1 sorcerer’s tongue shoved down your throat, your naked bodies entangled in rumpled bed sheets.

He tells himself it’s just a one night stand...maybe a friends with benefits relationship at most when he happens to catch both of you holding hands in broad daylight, a carefree smile he’s never seen before stretched across Nanami’s face as he sits at a cafe table with you, watching you happily munch on some pastry his underclassman has purchased for you.

Nothing he can’t handle.

But if you were a bitch before, a snarling ferocious wildcat whenever Gojo was around, you’re even worse now. Your apathy, the nonchalance with which you politely smile and nod in acknowledgement at Gojo before promptly ignoring him for the suited man by your side, gets under his skin like nothing ever has before. For once, Gojo is at a loss.

Ahh, so this is what denial feels like. This is the rejection and emptiness that he’s seen drive others to madness. This is love.

Gojo Satoru experiences his first heartache, but he doesn’t break down into pitiful sobs, he doesn’t mope around in self-pity.

He laughs.

He’s lost the battle, but he hasn’t lost the war. And when others would have turned tail and fled, he stands his ground, icy blue eyes sparkling in glee at the prospect of a new challenge, the prospect of his sweetest victory yet.

Gojo Satoru is a dangerous man. You know that with all your heart and soul, so it only makes sense that your hackles raise anytime he’s in your proximity. Maybe you take it too far, disrespecting your senior to an extent that would bring shame to you if it were anyone other than the Special Grade sorcerer. But in hindsight you’ll wish you did more.

You’ll wish you hadn’t caught the attention of the world’s strongest sorcerer. You’ll wish you hadn’t found yourself mesmerized by his sheer power, by those damning, dazzling eyes. You’ll wish you hadn’t begun to be ensnared by his allure, a trap you’ve heard the consequences of far too often from your heartbroken and weeping fellow female sorcerers. Maybe you’ll even wish you had just let him have a taste of you, use you before tossing you out like trash, like every other woman who’s fallen in bed with him, instead of whetting his appetite only to deny him of his feast, only to have him fixate on you even more.

But like Gojo, you know love and lust are two different things. And when Nanami shows up in your life, like a knight in shining armor, you feel Gojo’s spell on you shatter, your heart fluttering and thawing the ice that had begun to creep up your body, trapping you in endless blue.

Love is blinding, and really, you should have known that normal boundaries don’t exist in Gojo’s world. But your adoration for your lover has you hesitantly, but politely, letting the cheerful sorcerer into your shared home with Nanami — even though your boyfriend is overseas for a mission, not due back for at least another week.

It would be a lie to say you’re completely relaxed and fine with the circumstance you’re in, alone with Gojo Satoru with no chance of anyone being able to help you if something were to happen. But for whatever reason, Nanami respects the man, even considers him a friend, and in turn you feel an obligation of sorts to at least be cordial. And besides, Gojo isn’t a good man, but he’s not a bad man…right?

You find it difficult to believe that Gojo didn’t know Nanami was out of town, that his pout is sincere when you tell him that Nanami won’t be back anytime soon. There are only so many Grade 1 sorcerers in Tokyo and even less that Gojo actively keeps in touch with. But what’s the alternative? Believe Gojo came to see you? Unlikely.

Gojo is a womanizer, a slut, whatever other word you want to use. But a homewrecker? Especially of a dear friend? Never. (Frankly, you think it would just be too much of a bother for the emotionally stunted man.)

And you’re glad to see that your theories are proving to be true as the night continues, wondering if maybe the white-haired man is just lonely.

He’s strangely pleasant as he keeps a respectable distance from you, no suggestive comments spewing from his mouth, even his obnoxious arrogance kept to a tolerable low. You feel your guard drop, your smiles feeling more natural, genuine laughs slipping past your lips as he tells you about his latest adventures and missions.

But as a yawn interrupts your conversation and you stare askance at how late it is before urging him home to get some rest, apologizing for keeping him so long, your heart drops as you feel an overwhelming presence caging you against your living room couch, long limbs on either side of your body.

“What do you see in Nanami that you don’t see in me?”

The question is so jarring you almost forget the panic rising in your chest, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to process the meaning of his words. But instead of an answer, all that bubbles out of you is a shaky plea for him to leave.

Gojo’s never been good at following orders or commands. Why would he be? Since when has a god ever needed to listen to mortals? And you’re no exception.

You whimper as you’re suddenly transported to the bedroom you share with Nanami, struggling to no avail as Gojo easily tears your clothing off, positioning you on all fours in front of the floor-length mirror that decorates the corner of the room. Bile rises in your throat as he takes his blindfold off, blue eyes seemingly piercing your soul even through just a reflection and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to imagine you’re anywhere but here, with anyone other than him, trying to grasp at every fond memory you have of your blonde lover. But Gojo has a point to make and you gasp, eyes snapping wide open as a large hand wraps around your neck, choking you until you’re forced to stare at your joined bodies on the mirrored surface.

“Look at how perfect we are together. Look at how perfect you are underneath me. You chose that instead of this?”

You sob when he twists your head and forces you to look at a framed photograph on your vanity, a photo Nanami and you had taken together when he had brought you overseas with him for a mission.You regret not insisting that you go with him this time around, wishing more than anything else that you were wrapped in his strong arms.

There’s something irritating about your wailing and blubbering, your little hiccups and sniveling only fueling something dark and twisted inside of Gojo. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you’d never act like this if he was Nanami. Maybe it’s the way he knows you’re lust incarnate whenever Nanami has his hands or mouth on you. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you despise him and his touch so much, that you’d rather die than let him have you.

Ungrateful bitch.

Well if you’re going to cry, Gojo might as well give you something to cry about. A crazed grin slices his handsome face as your screams reach an all-time high, a frenzy, as he shoves his cock inside your unprepped hole, his shaft twitching in interest when you desperately wail his name over and over again as if that would do anything other than have him intensify his pace. But as pretty as his name sounds from your mouth, he tires of your useless pleas for him to stop. Gojo uses one hand to shove your face into the floor, your garbled cries muffled by the carpet as he chases his end, moaning at how perfect your tight, gummy walls feel around him. He’s dreamt of this for far too long and with a grunt, he cums inside of you, draping over your body and pressing his lips against the back of your neck, affectionately marking and tasting you as he empties his balls.

Through the pain and shame, relief floods through you, hope that this is finally all over, that he’ll leave you and your battered body alone. And you play dead, letting him do as he pleases, only occasionally wincing when he leaves a particularly intense mark on your skin, momentarily cringing when he pulls out, thick liquid trickling from your abused hole.

But you should have known better, should have known this was just the beginning.

You weakly paw at the strong arms easily cradling your exhausted figure, trying to wriggle as much as your aching body allows you to, sobbing into his shoulder when you see the direction you’re headed in. You wonder how it’s possible to feel even dirtier as calloused hands lather you with soapy suds, as Gojo takes his time scanning every inch of your body, intimately caressing and mapping every line and curve. And you plead for forgiveness from Nanami when slick begins to pool between your legs, as Gojo gently kneads and experiments with your breasts, rolling your nipples, long fingers expertly circling your clit and slipping inside of you.

Your orgasm shatters you and you stand there like a rag doll, body convulsing and eyes rolling back in your head as you drench Gojo’s digits with your arousal, the sticky strands of betrayal staining his hand as he brings it to your mouth. He gently peppers your neck and shoulder with encouraging kisses as you submissively suck him clean, tugging you along as he dries you off before tucking the both of you in bed, holding you in the mockery of a lover’s embrace. It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s chosen to sleep on Nanami’s side of the bed and shame has you curling into a fetal position, has you burying your face in the bedsheets, hoping for at least a whiff of Nanami’s familiar scent, a reminder of his presence.

It works, and you let yourself fall into a restless sleep, your lips twitching every so slightly upwards despite the tears still trapped in your lashes as you think of a tall blonde man, a yellow spotted tie wrapped around your hands as you teasingly pull a spectacled face in for a kiss. You writhe and twist in your sleep, heavily panting as you imagine Nanami’s hands roaming on your figure, his lips tenderly kissing a bold line down your neck and in between the valleys of your breasts. And as you imagine his fingers carefully rubbing your clit, you sigh his name, only to be abruptly woken as a lance of pain shreds through you.

Eyelids still heavy with sleep, body still groggy from being so suddenly roused, you can’t piece together what’s happening, one of your hands instinctively cupping your smarting cheek. But you frantically claw and bat in the dark, knowing exactly who’s on top of you despite the fact that your eyes haven’t fully adjusted to the blackness, the way your body is ripped apart once more, a telltale sign of whose cock is penetrating you.

“It’s very rude to say another man’s name when I’m the one making you feel so good. Let me teach you the only name you need to know."

There’s something horribly intimate about the position you two are in, the way he’s tainting the very sheets and mattress Nanami had made love to you on countless times. You wish you could force yourself back to sleep, could gouge out your eyes as you begin to make out the man pistoning in and out of you. But it’s no use and you know even sightless, those icy blue orbs are branded in your mind.

You vow to at least not give him the satisfaction of hearing his name from your mouth, pressing and biting your lips until a copper taste assaults your tastebuds. But Gojo has always been talented at everything he does, those gifted eyes seeing far more than they should. You shake your head side to side in denial as a knot quickly begins to form in your gut, body tensing as you feel another wave coming over you, only to let out a confused whimper when everything suddenly stops.

“You get to cum when you say my name and the magic word.”

The playful lilt and childish tone have you seeing red and you sneer in twisted pleasure when a gob of your spit hits him squarely in the face, a litany of curse words and insults spewing from deep inside of you, uncaring of how you’re more like a raving madwoman than a victim.

But you’re not the first brat Gojo’s had to tame, and he just smirks condescendingly down at you before playing you like an instrument, easily bringing you to that narrow brink where even a single breath of air, or a simple flick of a finger seems like it would have you toppling over the edge, only to relentlessly snatch you right back before you can fall.

You don’t know how long he goes on for, your shattered and denied mind barely cognizant of the beginnings of daylight creeping through the window. But as the rays of light make it to your bed, you break.

“Gojo-”

You howl when he pulls out, hips wantonly thrusting in the air for more friction as he crudely slaps his tip against your clit, a frown on his lips.

“That’s not the name I want to hear.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Where’s your fucking backbone? How could you even entertain the idea of screaming another man’s name in your lover’s bed?

But when he steps away, your eyes zero in on how his cock separates from the sopping wet mess between your thighs, an unbidding distressed whine clawing up your throat at the thought of being left high and dry, mind hazy with lust and arousal.

“Sa-Satoru…Satoru, please.”

There’s work to be done and he’s not entirely pleased by the note of hesitancy and reluctance he still hears despite the hours he’s taken out of his time to educate you. But a promise is a promise and fuck if he doesn’t love the way his given name sounds in your mouth. And with just a few more meticulously placed thrusts and practiced twists of his fingers, you come undone, your lewd sex-crazed appearance and dopey smile from finally getting your sweet release dragging him down with you.

But it doesn’t end there and Gojo makes good use of your empty house, of the week he has alone with you.

There’s not a single surface in your home, not a single hole on your body that isn’t used and marked thoroughly. And even he briefly wonders if he’s being too rough with you, a flicker of concern crossing his mind as he pouts at the idea of his new toy breaking so soon.

But you prove your resilience and a strange concoction of pride and irritation festers inside of him as you determinedly clamp your mouth shut, a spark of defiance lighting up those lust-clouded eyes whenever he urges you to say you love him back, despite the way you practically ride and hump his face as he kneels between your legs and eats you out in the kitchen, despite the way you slur and babble his name over and over again like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

You’re adorable and he wishes he had all the time in the world to break you fully without using his trump card, to see just how durable you really are. But time is ticking and Nanami is due back any day now.

“Say you love me.”

He coaxes you by gently holding you in his arms, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, endearingly observing the way you seek the little comfort you can get despite the fact that he’s the giver, so deprived of anything other than frenzied arousal. But steely resolve hardens your eyes and you turn your face away.

“I love Nanami.”

You brace yourself for a cock slamming inside of you, a hand wrapped around your throat, but you aren’t ready for the endless galaxy that suddenly surrounds you, and blood-curling fear washes over you.

Unlimited Void.

You’d have to be living under a rock not to know of it, and yet, seeing it in person, you can safely say the rumors and tales don’t do it justice. Gojo laughs at how you frantically cling onto him, your arms wrapping around him, your face burying itself into his chest, voice trembling as you beg him to release you, beg him to get rid of his domain expansion, beg him not to let you go. You’ve seen the aftermaths of his technique, seen curses and sorcerers much stronger than yourself reduced to brain-dead husks from mere seconds in his domain.

“Say you love me.”

The words are on the tip of your tongue, fear making you docile. But a flash of blonde, a glimpse of a tailored suit in your mind keeps your saving grace stuck in your throat. You tell yourself it’s okay, you don’t mean it, it’s just a means to save yourself, surely Nanami will understand. And you begin to open your mouth, only to break off in a scream as you’re roughly shoved away, your hesitation speaking volumes to the white-haired sorcerer who sighs in irritation.

Not that you really notice or maybe you notice too well. You aren’t sure. You are sure. You can feel your sanity rapidly slipping as everything and nothing slams into your senses at once.

“Satoru, I love you!!”

It’s barely comprehensible, a shrieked frantic wail muddied by anxiety. But it’s enough and you sob in relief when Gojo ruffles your hair like you’re a well-behaved pet, leaning into his touch and digging your nails into his wrist, keeping his contact on you still and steady, dry heaving as you come back to your senses.

You don’t even realize that the repeated mantra is still coming out of your own mouth as you fling yourself onto the sorcerer as his artificial universe fades away, curling up in his lap, heart pounding as you chant “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again like it’s your holy scripture.

Gojo is on cloud nine watching you finally come to faith, finally worship him and praise him. You were lost, and now you’re found. And he has no intentions of ever letting you stray again. It’s not like there’s anywhere else for you to go, anything else for you to do other than warm his cock anyway.

He crashes his lips against yours as he easily slips inside your well-used cunt, walls molded and shaped perfectly after countless rounds. It’s sinful how good you feel, how good you sound, and he can feel his balls tighten, his own end quickly approaching as you shatter to pieces over and over again around him, quivering walls milking him, clamping down on him as if you can’t bear the thought of being empty.

But there’s nothing to worry about. What god would leave his faithful disciple unrewarded? What declaration of faith comes without a baptism? And he cums inside of you, hot spurts filling you up, branding you, marking and claiming you as his, the sticky white trails leaking out of your stuffed cunt a public declaration of who you belong to.

There’s silence as he lets you collapse on top of him, grinning at how blissfully fucked out you look, cock already twitching in interest again as he spies the mess of tears and drool dripping down your chin. But there are matters of business to attend to first and he nudges you to look at him, cooing down at vacant eyes still hazy with pleasure.

“Nanami is returning tomorrow-”

Blinding pain shocks you as a large hand tangles with your roots, pulling your head back so far you think your neck might snap.

“What are you so happy about?”

There’s a lightness to his question, the silence before the storm, and you wipe the smile off your face, hissing as he tugs harder.

“I know you like me more, but I didn’t think you would be heartless enough to be so excited about breaking up with your boyfriend. Poor Nanami.”

Even through the pain, the unspoken weight of his words registers in your head and you snarl at him with a vengeance.

“I’m not breaking up with-”

Your throat goes dry as he relinquishes his hold on you, one hand raising to eye-level, pointer and middle fingers beginning to cross, and you go still, mouth snapping shut.

“Good girl. Now you’ve experienced Unlimited Void for yourself. What do you think would happen to Nanami if I left him in there for even a second? Do you think he’d ever be the same even if he were to somehow survive, even if he were to go through months of rehabilitation?”

The inquisitive tone makes it sound like just a bunch of theoretical questions, but you know better, know the ramble for the threat that it is.

Love is about sacrifice, and you’re willing to give it all up for the man whose contact Gojo is pulling up on your phone, whose number is being called. And as the ringtones finally stop and a familiar voice greets you over the speaker, you seal your fate.

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

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The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

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The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

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It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

____

This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

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You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

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You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

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on and off % jake

pairing: playboybf!jake x reader genre: angst, fluff, lovers to exes, exes to lovers idek word count: 1.89k words requested: yes / prompt 14, “we called it off again last night.” / 18, “it’s been you all along.” / 19, “for the first time, i had something to lose.” synopsis: immaturity isn't needed in a relationship, but that seems to be jake's and your's specialty. warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking, throwing up, su!cide, toxic relationship, making out

"i thought you're going with jake today?" sunghoon asked as you hop into his car.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of riding in the same vehicle as the boy, "no, we called it off again last night."

"again?!" the boy exclaimed, "y/n, that's probably the nth time you guys called it off." he sighed in disbelief, "that's not how relationships work." he commented.

judgingly looking at his way, "yeah? like you know any better?"

"shut up." he started the engine, "this isn't about my love life."

"whatever." you blurt out, "i guess being bad at handling relationship runs in our blood." you jokingly said, as your cousin laugh.

he tilt his head smiling, "damn, of all things that can be passed down, that's what we got."

"well, at least we got good looks. that works as a payoff." he added. you agreed at him with a nod, "anyway." you changed the subject.

"i'm planning on ending it with jake." you stated. he looked at you, "no shit, you sure?" he assured, "to be honest, whatever makes you happy." he added, looking like he wanted to say something but he decided not to.

"don't apologize." you led before he could even say sorry for insisting that you should date his best friend, sim jaeyun.

"i'm not- okay whatever." he almost want to deny the urge but he saw you looking at him with a teasing face, "i just feel a little responsible for all the stress this relationship have caused you." he scratch the back of his head, as you slap his arm.

"shut up, dating him was my decision. you don't have to blame yourself for all the bad decisions i made for myself. i'm an adult now." you told him.

parking his car he nod his head, "okay. just remember i'm here if things are bad, okay?"

"okay." you said, before going out of his car. walking at the corridor of your building, trying to see if jake arrived earlier than you today.

and he certainly did. there he is on his designated seat beside the window, silently watching as the wilted leaves fall down from the tree.

the clock ticks time faster than you expected and your professor came in, not able to call out for jake's name to even talk to him.

sitting down to a chair, you told yourself that you'll talk to him later. and here you are, in front of jake sim at the rooftop of your university's main building.

it might be your lucky day for no one else is here but the two of you. this place is usually cramped with so many people and miraculously today isn't one of those days.

this may be one of the many signs sent from above that this relationship should end as it wasn't right from the beginning.

your blood boils as your cousin sunghoon pushes you into the table of his friend group, "come on! you wouldn't lose anything! he just want to talk to you." he shouts.

"then tell him i don't want to!" you shout back a little annoyed. the last thing you want to do tonight is talk to the famous serial dater, jake sim. "for i know, he just wants the best out of me!"

"come on! jake's not like that!" he defended his friend. to be honest, sunghoon is the last person you should be ranting to. for he is just like his friend, they play with girl's hearts for fun.

you rolled your eyes as you reach the table of ego. the decision of naming that wasn't yours, but the other students. they called this the table of ego because everyone in here got some solid ego. heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake. all of them.

"y/n! you actually came!" heeseung cheered as soon as he saw you, he scooted a little bit on his right to leave some space between him and jake, "come sit!"

sitting beside him was probably one of the decisions you will forever regret in your life. the memory of that night was a blur. you barely recall anything that happened then.

the only thing that you remember was when jake was reaching for a kiss, you accidentally threw up on him before passing out.

the next day, he told you to be his girlfriend to compensate with the mess you gave his brand new shirt. you said yes just so he could shut up, telling yourself you'll break up with him after a day or two.

two months then passed and you are just breaking everything now. well, it's better late than never. you just didn't expect that he would actually be a good boyfriend.

he's mostly good, not until everything gets complicated even with nothing. you fight over the smallest thing like, not being able to respond to each other's text to someone getting jealous.

it wasn't the best relationship you've been in but it was a good experience. you learned so much and now, it's time to move on.

"what is it that you wanted to say?" jake impatiently snapped you back into reality. you swallowed a good amount of saliva before saying, "let's break up."

it was better to say it forward than beating around the bush. with this, more time and energy will be saved. because even if you give him an explanation he probably won't listen.

he slowly blinked and sighed, looking away he said "okay. if that's what you want." see. he wouldn't even bother asking you why.

well, if you get things easy. they would also go easily, "okay. it was fun meeting you." you head out, leaving him there.

he most probably would not be so upset that he might think of jumping off the building, but you still prayed that he wont.

and he didn't. you can guarantee that as you see that three weeks later jake sim is with a woman walking the same isle as you are. the chances of you seeing him here at this huge mall was small, but never impossible.

you grabbed your friend's hand trying to hide from the sight of the man, "what are you doing-"

"shut up, jake is here." you told here looking at their way, walking into a clothing store. you hurriedly go and sit at a restaurant far from them and ordered food when your friend speak up.

"y/n, what's the point of hiding now when you guys already broke up?" she patheticly looked at you who's trying to hide from a menu list.

putting the menu list down on the table, you crossed your arms, "i am not hiding from him. i simply don't want to involve myself with anything that has to do with him."

"yeah, like seeing him in a shopping mall involves you with him." she said with full sarcasm. "you have no idea how pathetic that sounded."

not listening to anything she said, you started eating your pasta. almost choking when you saw a familliar figure walk in the restaurant.

trying your best to lean down and not get noticed you hear your friend call, "jake!" you kick her feet under the table as you see jake wave back and walks closer.

"what the fuck did you just do?" you whispered at her, she just smiles like an idiot as jake reach your table.

"hello, jia." he greeted your friend, "hi, y'n."

flashing a fake smile, you said "hi." satisfied with how annoyed you are, jia announced "you guys can join us! we got two extra seats here."

"we don't want to intrude-" you cut him off, "yes, there are a lot of vacant tables. they sure can find their own, right?"

serving a glass of wine, a waiter says "oh, we're fully booked, ma'am. so if you want to eat here, you have to wait for another hour or so." he said pouring some on your glass. "if you'll excuse me."

"it would be rude if we don't invite you right? so join!" your friend cheered as the girl jake's with sit next to you.

taking a sip of your wine whenever jake helps the girl cut her steak, you became unaware of how drunk you are. "so, when did you meet jake?" you asked the girl.

to be frank, she was quiet the whole time. just sitting there, not saying a thing but a "thanks." whenever jake helps her with anything.

"you can't answer that? well can you tell me if you are able to use your hands to their purpose? like cutting off a steak or puring your own glass of wine?"

"y/n-" your friend tried to stop you. but you didn't listen. you just continued to blabber nonsense until jake grabbed your wrist to the bathroom.

shaking your hand off his grip you screamed at him asking, "why did you bring me here?!"

"y/n why are you being so rude?" he calmly asked you.

you sarcastically laughed, "i'm being rude? who's more rude when you're out here eating at the same table as your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend?"

"current girlfriend- y/n that's my cousin!" he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly, pushing the side of his mouth using his tounge "do you really think i could replace you that fast?"

the sudden question made you feel like someone cut off your tounge. because you mostly have answer for everything but this. his question caught you off guard.

"when you broke up with me, i never asked why. i knew you were tired and i don't want to exhaust you more." you hear his voice shake as he speak. "i was also tired and we both needed a break."

you looked straight at his eyes that are sparkling from moist done by the tears that he have been trying so hard to hold back, "but as time pass by, i felt more and more empty. there is a big mark of you in my heart that ever since you left, no one has ever filled."

"nobody could ever fit in, but you." cupping your face he also wipe your tears away. "i never felt that way before. it's like, for the first time, i had something to lose."

"jake, i-" it was as if you forgot how to compose a word. you never knew he felt the same way you did when you broke up with him.

maybe sunghoon was more of your cousin than he is jake's friend. because if jake only knew how many times you told sunghoon that you miss him, he would've came back faster than this.

he smiled pulling you into a hug, "it's fine if you don't feel the same way anymore. i understand that. but i just want you to know that i am not the douchebag you think i am."

pulling away from the hug, you see his eyes were bloodshot "sorry, the last thing i want to do is make you cry-" you pulled him into a kiss not letting another word out of his mouth.

running out of breath, you seperated his lips from yours. you widely smiled at him, "it’s been you all along."

kissing outside a three star restaurant's restroom isn't as ideal as other comeback stories, but you wouldn't ask for anything else. as long as you have jake in your arms, your heart is content.

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not-really-a-writer · 2 years

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Countdown to a Kiss

I know we are NOWHERE near New Year's Eve, but I wanted to write this sooo bad now that I have a blog on here. I would just like to say that this story is inspired by irl events and a shitty ex I once had. Oh an a quick reminder: You can start over any day of the year.

Summary: you drag your asshole bf out for New Year's Eve where you meet an alluring stranger

Captain Howzer x reader

Warnings: alcohol use, Asshole boyfriend with a capital A, cheating?, unexpected kiss but you want it ;) made up stuff about Howzer before he went to Ryloth.

"I told you. We should have thrown a party," your boyfriend scoffs. He lies on your bed facing toward the ceiling with an uninterested look on his face.

You walk over from your bathroom in your underwear to pick out a fitted pair of black leggings from your closet. "We did that last year, and the year before, and it was fun," you say, pulling your leggings over your hips. "But, most of our friends are out of town this year and the others already made their own plans for tonight," you say turning to face him. "Let's just go out for once and enjoy the night. We don't have to worry about hosting or cleaning up after a party," you say in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Ugh, whatever. You know how much I like hosting a house party," he mutters. He gets up from his lying position to continue getting dressed. Well you did know how much he liked 'hosting' which for him, meant getting drunk while you took care of your guests and did all the setup and cleaning afterward.

"And you know how much I like to go out, " you say reaching for a fun, sexy top in the back of your closet. It's a strappy, sparkly number perfect for the night. You had many fond memories in that top, dancing the night away with friends before you met your current boyfriend. Gosh, you're not sure it still fits.

He ignores your comment and disappears into the bathroom. You pull the sparkly top over your head and look in the mirror. Cute!

You try your best to get dolled up despite his discouragement. It had been a few years since you had the night off on the eve of the New Year. And you were determined to have some fun. Your boyfriend never took you out on dates, so it's not like you ever had an excuse to dress up for anything. After a few minutes, you whip your makeup into shape and you look ravishing.

"How do I look?" your boyfriend asks you, stepping out of the bathroom. He has buttoned up his shirt and put some gel in his hair. And unfortunately, he had spritzed on way too much cologne because you can smell it all the way across the room.

"Good!" you say honestly. He does look more put together than usual. "I can smell your cologne," you say politely. "I think it's a little strong," you say, just to let him know.

"You always complain about that!" he snorts dismissively, reaching for his shoes. You grab your favorite perfume and apply one pump. You can barely smell it on you for his cologne drowning it out.

After he finishes putting on his shoes, he walks toward the door. "You ready?" he asks impatiently, grabbing his wallet and comm device. "Yea, just give me a second," you say slipping on your heels and checking your reflection in the full length mirror.

You turn and check your angles in the mirror and it makes you feel confident. "Cute!" you say out loud as you look over at your boyfriend. He doesn't even notice you because he is staring at his comm device. "Ok I'm ready," you say as you grab your wristlet and head out the door with him. It is late already so you're rearing to get your night started.

Since you live on Christophsis, You take a cab into the Crystal City to one of the more low key bars there. It is a place you had been before with friends and hadn't seen in several years. It has a good crowd and the atmosphere is relaxed but buzzing. There is a long bar on one side of the place that runs almost the entire length of the club. Tables opposite of that, and an empty space in between that served as a dance floor.

The crowd is mixed tonight. Citizens and some clone troopers as well. Clones had a somewhat regular presence on the planet since the war started. They would stop in during transit between the outer rim and core worlds for repairs, resupply, and shore leave. Always coming and going.

You notice two barstools open next to a clone trooper. You approach him. "Are these seats taken?" you ask, leaning in so he can hear you over the music. As he turns to you, you get a good look at this trooper. His armor, adorned with deep purple markings, is slightly different than the others indicating that he is an officer. His face is unmarked by scars or tattoos. His unique feature besides his armor is his combed back haircut which is short on the sides, but longer on top. "They're yours if you want 'em," he says, leaning in toward you.

He leans back away as you move to sit next to him, but his bourbon hued eyes don't leave you. You see his face relax into a smirk as he takes you in. You know you look good tonight and it feels good for someone to finally notice it. You feel the slightest warmth in your cheeks under his intense stare.

"Thanks," you say, batting your lashes. "So what are you doing on Christophsis?" you ask. You feel your boyfriend brush against your arm as he slides in to the stool next to you and places an order with the server droid. "My squad and I were dropped off here and now we're awaiting transport to our new battalion. We're getting transferred to a new one stationed out at Ryloth," he explains. "Oh," you say, listening. You feel your boyfriend lean in toward the bar, then over toward you and the clone trooper.

"Did you say Ryloth?" your boyfriend butts in. The trooper nods. "Oh, you'll like it there. The views are great if you know what I'm saying," he adds. You grimace and roll your eyes lightly. Your boyfriend isn't even drunk yet and is already making comments like these. The trooper looks back and forth at you two and makes the connection. He nods slowly and narrows his eyes slightly.

"I'm Howzer, " he says toward both of you, holding out his hand. Your boyfriend bumps into you as he reaches past to shake the trooper's hand and give him his name. "So, what does that thing on your shoulder mean?" he asks Howzer, without bothering to introduce you.

"It basically means I'm one of the clones in charge," he says simply. "In charge of what, exactly?" your boyfriend questions, taking a sip of his recently arrived drink. He hadn't bothered ordering you one or asking you if you wanted one. You flag down the server droid.

"My squad," Howzer replies, motioning toward the clones interspersed in the crowd. Your boyfriend turns to scan the room full of citizens and troopers as if to take a head count. "Oh yeah. I know all about that," your boyfriend says with fake bravado. And he proceeds to tell Howzer all about his job.

You sit in the middle of this conversation, placing your order with the server droid. Your boyfriend was indeed a supervisor at his company. He was in charge of a large team but it's not like he commanded troops on a battlefield. The comparison was ridiculous and made you scoff. You look over at Howzer. He is listening, eyes narrowed slightly with his head cocked to the side. He's not particularly interested, but he is patient in this case. Probably because he has a glass of liquor in him to help him deal with your asshole boyfriend's pretentiousness. You notice his glass is nearly empty so you make him an offer to compensate for your boyfriend's behavior. You wait until your boyfriend stops talking to take a sip of his drink. Then you make your move. "Can I get you something, Howzer?" you ask, pointing at the server droid.

Howzer turns his attention to you and his expression immediately warms. "Sure, just another bourbon," he says. Of course, he looks like that's what he drinks. You enter it into the droid's panel and look back over at him. "Coming right up," you say through a sweet smile you can't hold back. Apparently, he can't hold his back either. The lines around his mouth deepen as he leans closer to you, holding out his hand. "I uh, didn't get your name earlier," he says. You take it and give him your name. He repeats it as he leans back, looking at you. Something about him is hypnotic. Alluring. Every time he looks at you, he draws you further in. He makes you wish you were single at this very moment. "Thanks for the drink," he drawls and he releases your hand. If the room were quiet, your whimper would have been audible. His touch felt so nice. Anyway....

The rest of the evening, the three of you continue your conversation. Howzer is a genuinely interesting person and it is easy to get lost in topic after topic. You worked for an armor manufacturer so you had a lot to discuss with him. That is, if your boyfriend would stop butting in to steer the conversation back around to focus on himself. Howzer plays nice though, and shows a lot of patience. A lot more patience than you had. You can tell he feels conflicted about stepping in. He didn't know you or your boyfriend and wasn't sure it was his place to intervene.

Competing with your boyfriend in the conversation was wearing you down over the course of the night. He had a habit of talking over you and explaining things for you, that you were physically tired of trying to stop him. Every time you tried, he would talk louder over you to the point where your ear hurt and your throat hurt from the effort. So you resorted to smiling and nodding while your boyfriend talked and sipping your drink while you admired Howzer's handsome expressions.

And you think Howzer is doing the same thing to you. Every now and then you think you catch him zoning out on what your boyfriend is saying because he gives you that look again. Where his expression changes. He relaxes his stare and his lips go soft. Those lips. Anyway...

It is starting to get late enough that people are passing around flutes of champagne to get ready for the countdown to mark the start of the new orbit, the new year. As if your boyfriend needs another drink! He is already sloppy drunk and getting more annoying by the second. Thankfully, all the drinking has started to catch up to him as he has started going to the bathroom every ten minutes or so, giving you and Howzer a chance to talk. He doesn't mention anything about your boyfriend, but he allows conversation to flow naturally between you. And you enjoy each other's company while your boyfriend is away.

You notice Howzer seems confused as he takes the champagne. He raises an eyebrow and looks at you. You read the look and answer immediately. "It's tradition," you explain. You tell him how the champagne and countdown works. "And usually people throw in a kiss. For good luck," you say. "Ah how nice. Interesting!" he says in acknowledgement, downing the rest of his bourbon. Despite all that he drank tonight, Howzer doesn't seem drunk. Must be his clone genetics. Very high endurance and tolerance. Strength, Stamina. Anyway...

Your boyfriend returns from the bathroom to resume another story he was telling Howzer. Everyone in the club all turn their attention to a screen along the wall behind the bar as one of the bartenders starts to make an announcement. Music is still playing and there's plenty of chatter, but it is apparent something is about to happen. Your boyfriend keeps talking but by this point, Howzer is ignoring him and focusing on the screen with you.

The screen is showing a video about the year and all the events that happened on Christophsis. You nudge Howzer when they get to the part about the Clone Troopers and their efforts in the war. You want to make sure he sees the citizens' of Christophsis appreciation for them. The troopers around the bar whoop and holler something, some of them waving to get Howzer's attention. Howzer looks out across them with pride and waves his arm back at them. You can tell he is their leader by the way he effortlessly owns their allegiance and respect. It's incredibly sexy.

Still, your boyfriend keeps talking. You nudge him a few times to get his attention, "Shhh. They're gonna start the countdown in a few," you plead, but he ignores you. You look at Howzer apologetically as your boyfriend keeps rambling. He offers you a smile, but you notice something in it looks a little sad.

Mercifully, as if the gods above granted you a gift, your boyfriend interrupts his own story for an announcement of his own. "I gotta go pee. I'll be right back," and he leaves. You see him slowly stumble through the thickened crowd as everyone has gathered around the bar to get ready for the countdown.

"Allllllright everyone. Grab your drink and your lover and let's say goodbye to the old year and hello to something new!" the announcement rings throughout the club. On the screen is a timer showing 60 seconds left before the planet begins a new orbit around its star.

You pick up your flute and look at the empty space where your boyfriend was. He's nowhere in sight. You look over at Howzer and he has picked up his flute as well, mirroring you. You look back at the clock, 30 seconds now. Still, your boyfriend is nowhere in sight.

"Ready?" you ask Howzer. He looks at you excitedly, his dark eyes sparkling with reflections of the colorful lights in the club. "Yes," he says softly, keeping his eyes on you.

You smile at him shyly. You had been thinking naughty things about him all night while your boyfriend sat right there. It was wrong to do those things, right?

The chatter around the bar unites into a single voice when the timer hits ten seconds left.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

You look around the bar to find your boyfriend. He is nowhere in sight.

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

Howzer is looking at you when you turn to him and raise your glass.

"Four!"

"Three!"

You clink your glass lightly against his and mouth "happy new year" to him silently. There's no use shouting over the crowd.

"Two!"

"One!"

The club erupts in cheers and confetti falls from the ceiling. You throw your head back and let out a quick whoop of your own, confetti falling and sticking to your face. You toss back the champagne together with Howzer. It's cool, sweet and bubbly and feels good going down your throat.

You set your glasses down on the bar next to each other, and you lick your lips. Your eyes follow up Howzer's arm to his face where you notice he is still looking at you. He reaches up and brushes the confetti off your face with the gentlest touch that doesn't at all feel like it is from a stranger. You see his perfect lips curl up into a smirk as he leans in toward you.

You think he is going to tell you something like "Happy New Year" or "Where did your boyfriend go?" or any number of things. But instead, his lips stay closed until they are on yours, moving and opening only in response to you when you welcome the kiss.

Your brain lets your body go. Your boyfriend didn’t kiss you like that. Not now, not ever. He couldn’t. He could never match your rhythm or intensity like this gorgeous trooper you just met. Life for you was devoid of romance and all things tender and sweet, so you let yourself have this moment here at the bar with this beautiful stranger and you drink him in like he is the sweetest champagne. And he is delicious. He tastes soft and smoky like the velvety bourbon he was drinking. It's a New Year's Kiss for good luck after all. You could both use some of that.

"Happy New Year," Howzer mutters breathlessly against your ear, and then he pulls away. You huff, trying to catch your breath with your eyes still closed. Your lips pull slowly into a soft smile.

But it's soon to fade because when you open your eyes. Howzer has gone. He must have slipped away while your brain was still processing what was happening.

Seconds later your boyfriend emerges from the thick crowd. He didn't see anything and appears completely clueless. "Where'd that guy go?" he slurs. He was only concerned about resuming his ramblings. "He left," you say, your smile creeping back on your lips.

Your boyfriend says something about leaving and you agree. It was time to leave. Not just the bar, but this shitty relationship.

Say good bye to the old year and hello to something new!

Damn good advice indeed.

#captain howzer x reader #clone trooper x reader

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