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tojikai · 9 months

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Sundered 2: EMBERS

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied pregnancy, mentions of abortion

word count: 5.4k

a/n: it's not sad.

Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.

Each step that you take away from Satoru’s house feels like a stomp to your already broken heart. Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the waterlines of your eyes start to get hot and itch. You recalled the noises and laughs that you heard from them while you walked out of their door.

They have no idea how much you want to get down on your knees and beg them not to take away the only thing you have left.

Your feet feel heavy with each stride you make toward your car. You could taste blood inside your mouth as you bit your inner lip to channel the pain away from your heart and to your body instead. You found yourself looking for answers on why all of this has to happen to you. As if being replaced by the man you love so easily and having to see how he treats someone else a thousand times better than you were not enough, you also have to witness your own flesh and blood turn away from you. Am I really that far behind that woman?

Is she that much better that even my own child prefers her over me?

You placed your hands on the steering wheel, looking down at your lap as you let the tears fall. You kept glancing over at the gate, hoping that Satoru would come out, running with your baby in his arms. Yet, you don’t want him to see you crying miserably. You swallowed thickly, letting out a large breath in an attempt to get rid of the painfully heavy feeling in your chest.

Driving away was numbing, and all sorts of thoughts ran inside your mind. But above all of them, your eyes were focused on the toy store as it got bigger in your view. You wondered about what you could get your little love to at least make her smile when she comes home. You remembered how your gift to her, her favorite bear that she used to hug as she sleeps ever since she was an infant, was cast aside as she clings to her new ones.

Is that a foreshadowing of how you’d end up being in her life? It scared you.

Reaching the parking lot of the store, you looked at yourself in the car mirror, noticing your bloodshot eyes. You inhaled and let a big breath out slowly, puffing your cheeks as you assured yourself that it’ll be fine when she comes home later. Your head hurts so much but you can’t afford to care, stepping out of your car and heading to the front door of the store. The first thing you saw was a pregnant, young lady checking baby books.

She reminded you of yourself when you were still pregnant with Yui; curious about everything, eager to learn, and all was about the baby. You admit that it wasn’t like that at first, given that you were young and had to drop out of college at that time. You were anxious, torn between decisions, and terrified of what life would be like for you from that point in time. During that period, you and Satoru were ignorant but trying hard to figure everything out.

You met Satoru at a nightclub where you worked as a bartender. He was flashy, and women just flock to him as if it was the most natural thing to do around him but that night, his eyes were on you. What with persistent offers of buying you drinks and talking to your manager to let you off early for the night, you ended up in a luxurious hotel suite with him.

He even wrote his number on the price tag of the fancy lingerie set that he bought you after he ruined the one you were wearing the previous night. He was joking that you’ll never get enough so he’s providing you his contact for next time. You thought that would be the end of it. You didn’t think that it was just fate giving you a helping hand in advance because you’d end up with a child together.

You consider it a dumb mistake. You know that Plan Bs exist. But with a working student like you who couldn’t even have time to get a proper boyfriend, it slipped your mind. The first thing you did after you got the results was call Satoru. You thanked the heavens that he wasn’t seeing anyone, and that he remembers you. It was a tense meeting, what with you asking if he wants you to abort the fetus. Next thing you know, you two were already dealing with your mood swings.

“Look, I really want to work this out with you, Y/N. For the baby.” Satoru sighed, slamming the door behind him as he watched you sit on your old couch. You lean your elbows on your knees as you covered your face with your hands, harshly running them down your cheeks to wipe away the big, fat tears that fell from your eyes. There are just so many things going on with your life.

“I’m only 21, Satoru. I got my whole life ahead of me.” You looked up at his tall figure, frustration was evident in your eyes. You can tell that he was also distressed. His hair was messy, his jaw was clenched tightly, and even if you cannot see behind his tinted glasses, you can tell that he hasn’t been getting enough sleep. The dark half-circles under his eyes and the redness in them show just how exhausted and disquieted he has been in the past few days.

Satoru’s five years older than you. He was born to a rich family of politicians who don't and probably will never need support from him or the other younger generations in their household. He has a stable source of income, he could probably make life investments that could cover your yearly living expenses. He has nothing to worry about, he won’t be dropping anything if he decides to take in another mouth to feed. But you…

You’re basically your mother’s retirement plan and now you got pregnant with a kid of a man you barely know. “Y/N, listen to me.” He got down on his knees in front of you, trying to take your hands off of your face as you sob, struggling to catch your breath. What’s going to happen to you now? You didn’t even get to finish the degree that your mother was working her ass off day and night for.

“You won’t have to worry about anything, you know? I’ll handle everything you need—” He trailed, trying to calm you down as he gently grabbed your forearms. “You don’t understand!” You cut him off, snatching your hands away, aggravated that he’s not thinking about how it could affect everything in your life. “Then, what the fuck do you want to do?!” You flinched as he raised his voice at you, breathing hard as he backed away.

“You think you’re the only one who’s going to be affected by this? You think you’re the only one who’s being robbed of another future! Open your fucking eyes, stop being selfish!” Satoru snapped back, harshly taking his glasses off before throwing it across the room. You started to cry, whimpering as you used the collar of your shirt to wipe your tears away.

“I’m scared, Satoru. I’m just so scared. I can’t even take care of myself, how am I supposed to raise a child…” You broke down, turning your body away from him. There was a long pause, a moment of pure silence, save from your sniffs and Satoru’s ragged breathing.

You felt the couch dip as he sat down before pulling you to him, letting you cry on his chest. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You would be lying if you said that the back rub, the temple kisses, and his whispers of reassurance didn’t calm you down. Those thoughts were recurring in your head and now that you finally let it all out and got answers from him, you were soothed.

You blinked hard, shaking your head to get out of your trance. You went straight to the dolls section. You can’t believe you just had a flashback of Satoru comforting you in the warmth of his chest. Your mouth started to twitch, wishing that he held you like that earlier when his girlfriend was slapping into your face that they’re gonna give your child siblings. It shouldn’t hurt you, but it still did. You realized that this girl, this woman is gonna have everything you wish you had with Satoru.

You walked past the kiddie pools and trampoline section, stopping when you saw a playpen, almost similar to the one Satoru bought for your little girl but smaller. The size doesn’t really matter though, because you know that you don’t have enough space in your place for something so big, anyway.

Going closer to check the prices, you bit your lip as your eyebrows bumped together. You were calculating your monthly expenses along with the money for your savings in case of emergency. It’s expensive but you’re determined to cut back just to buy it. You kept your eyes on the tag as you took half a step away from it but your back was met by something, or rather someone behind you.

“It’s not cheap, is it?” A man’s deep voice boomed as you turned around, but your eyes were met by a broad chest. He’s big, you thought. He’s literally blocking your view. It didn’t help that you were short enough to have to look up to see his face. He was also staring at the playpen as he held the pushcart beside him.

“Y-yeah…” You answered, a bit awkward as you found yourself admiring the guy. You admired fathers who are active when it comes to their children. You didn’t grow up with a father so, you just found it endearing. You looked away from the man, gritting your teeth as an image of Satoru and his girlfriend shopping for baby things appeared before your eyes for a split second.

“Excuse me, sir. I still have to buy my daughter a gift.” You bowed slightly before turning away. He just nodded his head, too occupied to even look at you. You proceeded to check out the little dolls, hoping that you’d find something that’ll really catch your daughter’s eye. Picking up a dark-haired baby doll with big blue eyes sitting on a stroller, you smiled as you remembered how it has the same eyes as your baby.

You went to pay for the doll, and your heart was filled with joy despite the throbbing pain in your skull and the hot feeling behind your eyes. You reminded yourself not to forget to take your medicine. Thinking about getting sick and having to leave your child for a couple of days with them again makes you anxious, afraid that she’ll never want to go home to you again.

You hurriedly went home, driving in the midst of the rain. You put the little doll on the chair, ready to surprise your baby girl when she comes back. You had to bear with the time, constantly checking your phone if your little girl and her dad are on the way to you. Your heart swelled at the thought.

Though, you know that you’ll never be the one he comes home to, it’s still nice to think about.

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“She really called me Mama.” Naomi giggled as she kissed his daughter’s cheek. Satoru smiled, watching them play together warms his heart. It made him feel like he was staring at his family even if he knows that his daughter isn’t hers. He pursed his lips, remembering the look in your eyes at what you heard the child say.

He felt conflicted, not knowing how to react to all of it. He doesn’t want to embarrass his girlfriend by correcting her in front of you. But he also felt bad that he just watched you walk out that door on the verge of tears. Satoru had you memorized after all this time, it wasn’t a long time but he used to watch everything you do.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, though.” Satoru sighed, shaking his head as he pushed a bit of Naomi’s hair away from her face. Her expression dropped as she adjusted the toddler in her arms. Satoru pulled her close to his side, hugging her waist as he thought about how to explain it to her without making her feel disheartened.

“I’m worried about how Y/N will feel about it, to be honest. I don’t know but it may worry her.” He kissed the side of her forehead before stepping away as he watches his daughter’s eyes look at them. He knows that she’s still too young but he feared that she’ll get confused by all of this.

Like why is her father not with her mother, and why is he holding someone else?

He wondered if she’ll grow to hate him for giving up on their family. “Oh, Is that so…I thought we were fine already.” Naomi’s voice was quiet as she bit her lip, making Satoru rethink. “It’s not that, I just think that maybe that’s how she might feel.” Satoru took one of her hands, kissing it before rubbing his thumb on her soft skin. “No, I understand, I got too comfortable. I’m just a girlfriend, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Satoru doesn’t want to make her feel like this, she’s just really attached to his baby. He knows that Naomi adores kids, they often joke around about it, so he could see why she’s excited about his daughter calling her Mama. Thinking about it now, maybe this shouldn’t be so bad. After all, she’s not gonna be just a girlfriend to him forever, right? Naomi is a great person, and Satoru thinks that it’s not impossible to have a future with her.

“Don’t say that. That’s just my assumption. She’ll tell if it’s not alright, I know. We’re co-parenting so we have to talk about those stuff.” Three squeezes to her hands made Naomi smile sweetly at him, her eyes as kind as the stars. “Yeah, discussions are important. I don’t want her to feel like I’m trying to keep her away from us.” The calmness in her voice comforted Satoru.

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After receiving a text from Satoru, you found yourself staring at the mirror, retouching your makeup like it’s gonna make him fall for you. Hopeless. Not long after, the doorbell rang and you dashed to the door. There, Satoru stood with Yui asleep on his shoulders. You took her bags, along with the teddy bear that she was hugging to her chest. Seeing her holding it again made you feel relieved.

“Are you feeling better now?” Satoru inquired, walking past you to put your kid in her little bed. You hummed in response, “She’s full, don’t give her any more milk. Naomi fed her before she fell asleep.” Her again. You thought as the small smile on your face dissipated. You’re just thankful that he didn’t take her with them here.

There was a moment of silence as the two of you watched your daughter sleep peacefully. A sigh escaped Satoru’s lips before he turned to you. He was about to say something, but closed his mouth, thinking. You took a deep breath, pursing your lips as you collected your thoughts. You started to rub your hands together, trying to get rid of the cold feeling on your fingertips.

Your communication issues with Satoru only worsened when he got a girlfriend. Seeing how he is with her made you doubt the importance of your words to him. It’s like if you get stuck in a room together with her and something happens, you’re almost certain that he’d accuse you first. You wouldn’t admit it but you yearn for him. You yearn for the way he acts towards her. You yearn for the things he does for her.

You yearn for the things he so easily, willingly offer to her; things you had to beg for when you were still together.

“Satoru, I just want to ask…Since when did Yui start to call Naomi Mama?” You looked at the ground, somewhat embarrassed of your question but can’t pinpoint why. It just made you feel…weak and insecure. And you are that. But you can’t let Satoru see it. You don’t want him to feel even more sorry for you. You can see it in his and his girlfriend’s eyes whenever they look at you. They probably pity you and the state you are in.

Alone. With no one to hold your pieces together but you.

“I don’t really remember. Look, I was going to mention that…” Satoru trailed, looking everywhere but you. He probably noticed your discomfort earlier. “I know it doesn’t seem right to you because she’s just my girlfriend but…” Here’s the “but” again. How come he can always find the good when it comes to her, even when she literally did you so wrong by letting your daughter call her Mama and even acting like one in front of you?

Ever since Satoru got a girlfriend, arguing with him started to feel like fighting in a war without any type of armor in your body. How are supposed to stand strong, when the fact that he’ll always be on her side was your weakness? There were times when you wanted to fight for yourself but you couldn’t bear to because you know that he was shielding her from everything, heedlessly deserting you.

“I didn’t really appreciate it. I mean… I-I just think she’s not in the place to—” You thought the words you chose to describe the situation were too risky when you were cut off by Satoru, taking his glasses off. You can’t read him but he’s looking at you with that apologetic gaze again. His face was filled with contrite and you can’t quite understand why. But like a mouse sensing danger, you wanted to run away.

“I…I’m thinking about proposing to Naomi.” It shouldn’t hurt. You told yourself again. You don’t have the right to feel hurt. This man disrespected you, hurt you, and made you feel so incredibly small yet here you are, wishing you were the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. “I know she’s just my girlfriend now, but it’s bound to change.” You suddenly just wanted him to leave. “She…she’d like to ask for permission to let our daughter call her Mom. You know she treats Yui like she’s her—”

“I don’t want to.” You whispered firmly through gritted teeth, cutting Satoru off. You don’t wanna hear it anymore. You can’t go through that again and you can’t let that happen again. “Yui is my daughter, and I don’t want her calling anyone else Mama.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes before turning away to walk out of the room, not wanting to startle the toddler from her slumber. Satoru was instantly on your tail, calling your name.

“She’s my daughter, too. Y/n, what is wrong? I know that you have your limitations and that’s why I’m here to talk about it with you, but why are you acting like this?” He walked closer to you, trying to catch your eyes. ��I know it’s not just about this, I know you’ve been having problems with her but give a reason, at least. She’s been nothing but good to our kid. ” It’s getting hard for you to breathe as you tried to process your emotions and his questions.

You proceeded to the kitchen, hurrying to grab yourself a bottle of water before you collapse, but failing terribly when Satoru spoke the next sentence “Y/N, we all have to adjust, don’t be unfair to her, she doesn’t deserve it.”

“And I do?!” You shouted at him, taking him by surprise and making him take a step back.

“You think she doesn’t deserve any of that shit but I DO?!” You lamented, shaking your head in pain and disbelief. There were tears streaming down your face and no pattern of breathing can help you control it. You were able to keep it in when he shoved his new girlfriend in your face several months ago, but now it’s taking its toll.

You were about to get the clothes that he bought for your daughter on your way home from work but were met with a woman snuggled up to him on his couch. You hated him for allowing you to see them like that when he knows that you haven’t even processed your split yet because a month before that, he was saying that he could fix his shortcomings for you and his daughter.

You remember how sick you felt in your stomach when he introduced her, saying that you weren’t supposed to see them like that. It’s revolting; how he thought that you were upset because of what you saw and not because he just went back on his words. Naomi kept her head down, standing in front of you as she muttered an apology before scurrying to Satoru’s room.

Naomi was his father’s new assistant and unlike you, she got to finish her studies. Despite being classmates in high school, she was three years older than you due to the frequent relocation of her family. Regardless of her tough childhood, she was known to be a smart kid. No wonder his mother approved of her in such a short amount of time.

You and Satoru were never perfect but it doesn’t mean that you were never happy with each other before. The issues overpowered your interest in each other, making it hard for the two of you to bounce back. You admit that you’ve been negligent of Satoru at a certain point of your relationship but it was only because you got tired of his ways.

He would come home late, making you stay up all night because he failed to reply when you texted him, asking him his whereabouts. He’d be out drinking with friends, and it wasn’t a problem but you just wanted him to at least let you know so wouldn’t be worrying to the point that you can’t even sleep.

His mother was overbearing. You got pregnant by someone’s son in a one-night stand and that’s all she paints you with. You were belittled and told that you can’t even take care of the child properly. Hell, was she so eager for Satoru to leave you and find someone better who achieved something in life.

Consequently, this negligence led to fits of jealousy from Satoru. This drove you to quit the job you used to have after a coworker of yours who only wanted to help became the subject of his suspicions. His mother saw you getting dropped off by your friend while she was babysitting your daughter.

It was only because your car broke down and you don’t want to bother Satoru at work. You couldn’t really blame him for thinking that way because you know that he’s been feeling invisible to you which wasn’t true. You just don’t know how to deal with it anymore and you started to pull yourself away.

It got to the point where you couldn’t even communicate how you truly feel about him because it was overshadowed by your problems. You were arrogant enough to tell him that someone could treat you right and do much better and now, look at you; standing before him and his girl. Longing for him and eating the words you spitefully told him.

Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.

The memory was tormenting, heart-rending, and traumatic to you. And now you get to watch them write their happy ending while you are here, left in the dust, drowning in the feelings that will never ever get recognized and will never ever be relevant.

It hasn’t even been a year, and he’s already planning to marry her. He’s been nothing but better to her, yet, he couldn’t even change his ways for you and your child? Couldn’t he learn to truly love you after everything you endured just to be with him? You know that you have flaws, and chose some wrong steps and paths in your relationship.

But you can’t bear to lose him like this. You know that you could have fought more for your relationship. He’d always say that you’d work things out. So, why did he stop? How could he stop choosing you so easily?

“How could you give her the world, yet refuse me the tiny bit of what I have left?”

Your voice was small as you backed away, defeated. Satoru couldn’t move. From everything that has happened that morning, he could tell that you’ve been on edge. To Satoru, the only thing that connects you to him is his daughter. He refuses to believe that after all of that, you can still make it work.

At least, that’s the realization he came about when he met Naomi. She taught him that love isn’t supposed to be strenuous, it isn’t always about fighting. Within his tumultuous relationship with you, she came around and showed him that he’s seen. That his feelings are valid. He came to the conclusion that maybe he just wanted to love you because you have a child together.

“Tiny bit?” He asked, frustrated that you just won’t let this go easily, irked that you always think you’re the only one having a hard time. If Satoru’s being honest, he’s just tired of it all. He just wants you to understand his point and get it over with. But now you’re crying in front of him and again, he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t even think of the right things to say or the right decisions to make. It’s like it’s all back to square one with you.

“You call it ‘tiny bit’ when I couldn’t even live my life because of you?! I’ve given everything, Y/N! I just want to be at peace with everything and I’m obviously not having it with you!” You couldn’t even breathe through the piercing ache in your chest from the daggers that are coming out of his mouth. Your hand reached over to your chest, grasping your shirt as his every word irreversibly pulverized your already wounded heart.

“I wish I never met you that night and I wish I never had Yui with you. You’re a thorn in my side, Y/N!” By the time he finished screaming at you, you were shaking like a leaf, grabbing a chair beside your table as your wide eyes stared at him in shock. Grief, mortification, and agony were plastered on your face, and only then did Satoru’s words sink into him.

“Y/N, I—” Before he could even form a proper phrase, a loud cry erupted from the other room. Yui. He watched as you quickly wiped away your tears, seeing the emotions mix inside your eyes until they turned into a weeping void with all the tears pooling inside them.

“I…I loved you, Satoru. And I hate that even now when you’re kicking me while I’m down for the sake of someone else, I still love you.” The crack in your voice had Satoru subconsciously moving closer to you, opening his arms to pull you into him but you were quick to flinch away, sniveling.

“Please, just-just go. Do whatever you want, just d-don’t take Yui away. I’m fine with it now, Satoru.” It’s almost as though something in you died when he spoke those words to you. You don’t know if he heard because you couldn’t even hear yourself. You could feel the beat of your heart in your chest and each one of them sends a burning ache to your body. “Just go, please.” You whimpered as you bit your upper lip, looking down on the floor.

Satoru can’t take his eyes off of your fragile figure as you leaned on the kitchen counter, slowly walking back to your daughter’s room. He remained unmoving until you exited the kitchen area. It was only after a few minutes that he decided to go, not bothering to wipe away the tears that rolled down his face as he listened to your muffled cries behind the closed door.

Each sob was filled with anguish that Satoru knows he’ll never be able to erase.

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A few weeks later have passed yet Satoru still doesn’t know what to make of himself. He couldn’t focus on anything that he works on. He couldn’t even workout properly, he always ends up getting angry. It was a good thing that both he and Naomi were swarmed with tasks; they didn’t have time to interact any more than what their jobs would allow. If they did, Satoru isn’t sure if he’ll be able to focus on her. She still has time to visit every week, though. During those days, she spends her time with Satoru and sometimes, Yui.

He makes sure to free his time and himself completely when he’s with his daughter so he can give his full attention to her. Satoru picks her up from your house, same schedule as before. Sometimes it’s you, but other times, it was your mother. “All I asked of you was to never break her, Gojo.” were the first words she spoke to him. Satoru can’t look her in the eyes. Your mother was a kind woman, humble and unjudging. And to have her talking to him like that, Satoru was beyond ashamed.

He couldn’t give her a reason, or an answer. All he did was apologize. Like he should. Naomi was unaware of it all and the proposal that Satoru was planning for her was set aside due to all that had happened. He just doesn’t think it’s the right time to plan about it when his relationship with you is strained. Yes, you’re not together anymore but you’re still the mother of his child and he wants to be civil with you, at least.

Yui kept asking for you even when she was with him as if sensing that her Mama was hurting. She’s always carrying the new doll that you bought for her. Satoru once asked her if you cry and she would simply shake her head. He gets nothing out of it, of course, she’s just a kid. But who else could he ask?

Satoru has no idea what you have been doing. He knows that you go to work, but other than that, he’s clueless about the places you go to and why your mother started babysitting his daughter more during the past few days. Satoru thought that maybe you just can’t stand seeing him anymore and is refusing to face him whenever he picks his daughter up. You have every right and reason to despise him, after all.

So, now he stands on the other side of your door, wondering if he’ll get to see your face this time or be welcomed with the frowning face of your mother. He knocked three times, like he always does, adjusting the collar of his shirt. To his surprise, it wasn’t any of the two women he was expecting holding the door open for him.

“Who are you?” A shirtless man with a muscular build stood before Satoru, a curious yet accusatory gaze scanned him like he was an intruder in his own woman’s home. He leaned on his tattooed arm against the doorframe, blocking the tiny view he has of the inside. It pissed him off, clenching his jaw for a few seconds before speaking.

“Who are you?” Satoru bit back, raising his brows in an attempt to intimidate the guy. He’s only a couple of centimeters taller than the stranger but he’s bigger. It wasn’t a big deal to him until the man opened the door wider. A short, deep chuckle escaped his lips before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

Tilting his head, the man gave Satoru a clear look at the scratches adorning his nape and the purple and maroon marks on his jaw. It made Satoru’s blood boil, unreasonably so.

“Think you know who I am now?”

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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 2: Captain’s Dinner

Masterlist

Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

Warning/Notes: Captain Price x Reader (on this chapter only, the poly 141 is still building), Oral sex (F receiver), a bit nasty

The rest of the drive goes by in a breath, suspiciously, Simon didn't step on any more bumps, and it felt like being rocking a baby. Kyle got his hand inside your shirt, but as nasty as your acts before, now his hand was just innocently caressing your back, keeping you calm and pliant against him.

At some point, the car stops and you hear Simon talk with someone outside of the car.

“Go ahead, Lieutenant.”

The car moves again but for short this time. And just after a minute or two, the car stops and Simon turns off the engine. Everyone begins to exit the car, Kyle included with you in his arms. You notice people walking around, not too close but enough to see you, and you start to feel self-aware of the fact that you are being carried like a baby by the Sergeant.

“Can you put me down? I want to walk.” You say squirming a bit in the Sergeant’s arms.

“It's faster this way actually, doll.” He responds giving you a quick smile.

“At least put me on your back, it feels weird not seeing where we going.” You say turning your head around as much as you can.

Kyle snickers, making you turn to him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Doll, I actually would be really glad if you let me carry you like this the rest of the way because like this I can hide the fact that I came on my pants like a teenager.”

“Oh.” That's all you managed to say as you feel your cheek blushing. You can definitely feel your panties sticking to your pussy, but he must definitely feel his underwear hardening.

“Soap, Ghost, we will tomorrow at 0700 for a debriefing of today's events. Go rest now. Kyle, come into my office so we can find the key and free our little birdie.” Price orders behind you, relief flowing through your veins at the thought of being free.

Kyle enters the room, Price’s office by logic, and sits you on a desk. And once you are seated, he raises his arm and crouches down getting out of the weird knot of limbs.

He stands before you, free, as you look at him dumbfounded, still cuffed.

“H-how… You could do that?!” You ask looking at him. “I thought you didn't fit, that's why you haven't got out! You could do that?!”

Kyle simply chuckles at you while he adjusts his pants quickly and drops a peck on your forehead whispering against your skin. “Sorry, luv. But it was just too comfortable.” He turns to Price, announcing he is going to take a shower and leaves the room sending you a wink right before closing the door.

You turn to Price, looking a bit shocked still and he picks the key from the drawer at his desk. “Sorry about him, he is a good lad. Hope you were not uncomfortable, right?” He asks as he walks up to you, you put your hands together expecting him to unlock the cuffs, but instead, his hands travel to the back of your tights and he picks you up forcing you to put your hands around his shoulder (almost strangling him for a second before you remember to move your hands above his head)

You let him be, too tired already to fight anymore, and he sits you on the other side of the desk. In front of his chair, once you are seated, he sits on his chair and gets between your legs.

The sight in front of you shouldn't be allowed, broad shoulders making you physically spread your legs to accommodate him, blue eyes looking up at you and warm hands picking yours. “Let's take these off, yeah?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper back, not even sure what you are begging for.

Price takes the cuffs back, furrowing when he sees the red mark where the metal dented into your soft skin. He caresses both wrists drawing circles and then one of them goes higher on your arm up to the bandages. “How's the pain?” He asks looking at your arm.

“Hm? Oh, that… honestly, I always thought bullet wounds would hurt a lot more. It's not too bad, I almost had forgotten about it.” You say smiling back at him.

He chuckles back shaking his head. “I'm definitely having you give a pep talk to the rookies. Sorry about your blouse, as well. I'll pay for a new one.” He says caressing your arm.

“Oh, there is no need, really. This is an old one, I should have thrown it out a bit ago anyway.” You admit shaking your hands to let him know there is no need.

“I insist. And if you get any medical bills, or need any physiotherapy sessions or anything. We will pay for them, we'll take care of you, doll.” He says standing up to his full height still between your legs.

“You keep saying that…”

“What do you mean?”

“That you will take care of me.”

“Yes. We will if you allow us.”

You look at his face, trying to decipher what he means. But the intensity of his gaze pulls the air out of your lungs leaving you breathless, the heat from his body is scorching against you and the ground seems so far away you feel like you falling off a cliff.

“Are you okay, doll?” He asks softly looking to meet your gaze again cupping your face.

“Yeah.” You say softly pulling his hand away and you put a hand on his chest pushing him back. “I-I should get going, I have work in the morning it's better if I get back home.”

“You can stay the night if you want, I'll drive you to work tomorrow.” He quickly responds like he doesn't want you to go.

“Capt- John.” You correct yourself earning a smile from him. “John, I need to shower, and I don't have any clean clothes, really you have done more than enough for me, I will just go home.”

You stay looking at him, waiting for him to move back so you can hop off the desk and get out. But he doesn't, instead, he gets closer and moves both hands to cup your face making you look at him. “You are thinking too hard, doll.”

And then, as natural as it is to blink, he kisses you.

A soft peck right on the corner of your mouth to test the waters, a soft peck on the other side, and then, softly, almost like melting at the touch, a kiss right to the centre of your lips.

He moves slightly back, enough to be able to speak and ask. “You solid?”

And you nod.

You are not even a hundred per cent sure you know what he means, but you know that whatever the man in front of you would ask, you would say yes.

You shouldn't, you don't know him. You only know his name and his position as Captain. You know your mind is not clear, right now he is your saviour, he is been taking care of you since you met, and he is so strong, so gentle with you, so handsome.

You shouldn't be leaning in for another kiss, but you are.

There is always tomorrow for regrets.

But tonight, all your senses scream John Price.

Never did you though a kiss could get you so hot and bothered, he only has his hands on your face and his lips on yours and you are already panting.

He moves forward, hips crashing onto yours making you gasp and he uses the opportunity to get his tongue on your mouth.

You can taste the tobacco on his tongue, swimming down your body. His hands move, taking your hair back into a ponytail and he pulls back. It stings and you groan softly, shifting to a moan when you feel his lips down your throat.

His moustache tickles the soft skin of your neck in contrast with the scorching feeling of his breath. “Who beat me to it?” He asks, chuckling drily looking at something on your neck.

Fucking Kyle.

“Better to erase it, doll.” He says, possessiveness taking over him. And there are no more soft kisses, now he makes out, no, he devours your neck like a madman. Sucking and biting, feeling the mark erupt and your panties to grow wetter.

You bite your lip to try and not make an embarrassment of yourself from how badly you want to moan, and you take his shirt out of his pants. Running your hands under the shirt, needing to feel him.

“I hope you don't mind, sweetheart. Since it is already ruined…” He trails off as he grabs your shirt over your chest and pulls, hard, pulling the buttons of the fabric and ripping it where it didn't give in.

He almost growls when he sees the skin giggle and he dives right into your chest. His hands rest on your waist pulling you forward him, pulling your shirt out of your pants.

You try to take off your jacket, but the sudden movement causes a sharp pain in your arm making you groan in pain. Price quickly detaches himself from your skin to look at your face, alarmed he hurted you. “Sorry, you alright love?” He asks feeling guilty. You shake your head, only worrying him more and then you add. “It's not you, the jacket. Got stuck on the bandages or something; can you help me, please?” He smirks mischievously at you. “Help you to undress? Oh, darling, that's my pleasure.”

He kisses you on your lips again, taking off your jacket carefully and then your shirt. He pulls your bra strap down your shoulder, leaving your bra downside, your boobs out and pushes up. He cups one of your boobs groaning on your mouth when you moan softly and then bends down to get the other one inside his mouth.

He twirls his tongue around your nipple, savouring the taste of your skin. You move your hand to the back of his head, and when he gets lower, right under your boob over your ribs, and he bites you as you pull his hair moaning his name. “John…”

“Yeah, darling, moan my name like that.” He mumbles against your skin before he goes back to your mouth. “You taste like fucking candy, sweetheart. Can't fucking wait to taste all of your.”

“Do it. Do it, please.” You say against his mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Aw, darling, what a fucking sight. Asking so nicely, how can I say no?” He says between kisses as he undoes your pants.

He lifts your ass from the desk with an arm as he pulls down your pants and your underwear all together. He leaves you again on the desk and undoes the clasp of your bra taking it off. Leaving you completely bare on his desk, while he remains completely dressed. The vest is even still on.

“Fuck… I must have been a fucking saint on my last life to be worth it of this sight, angel.” He says looking up and down your body as he moves his hands from your waist up to your face to give you a kiss. “I'm gonna make you feel good, love. So, so good…” he trails off as he begins to give kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbones, sternum, tummy, and just when he is about to reach your mount. He pulls back making you whine. “Shh, pretty, just getting comfy.”

He grabs the chair from before sitting down, gets closer between your legs and pulls them over his shoulder forcing you to lean on your back using the elbow that is not hurt to prop yourself up enough to see him.

He kisses the inside of your tights, from your knee and higher, higher, higher… you can feel his beard on that soaking part of you where you need him the most. But he doesn't indulge you, instead, he goes back to your knee and high again. Teasing you, leaving you panting, aching, clenching around anything, needy, desperate.

“John… please… no more teasing…” you beg, feeling desperate for him.

“Poor baby, already soaking.” He says looking directly at your cunt, and you feel as he presses a thumb on your clit making you shudder at the feeling and he slowly moves it down your slit, reaching your dripping hole and pressing it, but without getting it inside. Just collecting your juices and driving you mad.

He takes the thumb up to his lips licking it while he looks at your eyes. “Just as I thought, fucking candy, love.” You want to complain, to grab his hair and shove his face against your cunt but the only thing that leaves your lips is a bratty whine, too horny to think straight.

You feel Price chuckle against your skin, and when you finally feel ready to tell him off, he presses his tongue flat against your clit turning your brain to absolute mush as you let go of a moan worth of a porn video as you let your head fall back.

He moves his head up and down, letting his tongue move between your folds; collecting your arousal mixing it with his spit making a mess on his beard.

His index finger moves to your entrance, slowly getting it inside stretching you slightly because of the size of his hands. He sucks at your clit, almost making out with it. And once he feels satisfied with it, he gets a second finger inside.

You keep moaning his name, like a mantra almost, not being able to remain quiet when he begins to thrust his finger in and out of your wet cunt. The sounds, the squelch, the sight, delightful.

You have been given head before, but never like this. It never had you begin for them to keep going, to not let you hanging, never this desperate. But John Price, it has you wishing you could kiss the terrorist of your neighbour just for putting you in his line of vision.

He curls his fingers inside of you pressing a point that has you falling on your back hitting your head load enough for him to chuckle against your cunt, but before he can lift his head to check on you, you just get your hand on his head keeping him in place.

Caressing his hair, spreading your legs even wider, he eats you out like a man starved. Like he hasn't eaten in days like he just found a water fountain in the middle of the desert.

You realise then, that the reason why you have never felt like this before with any ex-lover, is because you have never felt this desired. You can feel Price moaning against your cunt, and it makes you wonder who is enjoying it more.

Not for long though, because you begin to feel the knot on your stomach get tighter. More and more tight, you feel your toes curl and you close your eyes letting your mouth open as you feel the knot coming undone like an elevator free-falling. A high-pitched moan leaves your lips that in any other situation would make you feel embarrassed and your tights clasp around Price’s head when he doesn't relent on his attack.

He helps you ride out your orgasm as you cover your face with your hands, the light in the room is suddenly too bright, and after a couple of seconds, you look up at him.

And the sight…

He is sitting, leaning back against the chair, manspreading wide, an elbow resting on the armrest as he lazily licks clean the fingers that were just inside of you. Absolutely content with himself and his accomplishments, a sight absolutely devilishly delicious.

You notice the tent on his pants, and you try to touch him with your feet. But he grabs your ankle, and you don't have enough energy on you to push it.

“As much as I would like to keep going, doll.” He says letting your leg down and coming up closer to your face. “You can barely keep your eyes open, so I think it's time to rest.”

He stands up, goes somewhere behind you that you guess is the bathroom because of the sound of water and a bit later, he is back. He picks you up, and lays down on a sofa, with you on top.

A bathroom and a sofa inside of his personal office, he really is a military captain. He covers the both of you with a blanket, he gives you a kiss to the forehead and before you know it, you are out.

Post-nut clarity doesn't hit until a couple of hours later.

You are naked, in an unknown man's office, far away from home, with no phone, no keys, no money, no clothes, ashamed.

So you do the only thing you can do, you slip away from the sleeping handsome man, get dressed as fast as you can without making any noise and leave the room. You don't even bother to put on your blouse, choosing to just close your jacket.

Once outside, you let a sigh escape your lips. You know the military base, it is actually not that far away from your home, less than an hour walking back.

Are you excited about walking back home at the break of dawn alone? No. Do you have another choice? Not really, not any that would help reduce the walk of shame you found yourself doing.

So you get your hands on your pockets and start doing your half a marathon back home.

And just as the sun is beginning to pick over the horizon, you reach your home.

Just last night there were dozens of police cars, military workers, everything, the whole paraphernalia. But now? It is just dead silence, no a soul in sight, as if nothing has ever happened.

The janitor calls your name when he sees you, he gives you your keys and tells you that the police dropped them by when they cleaned everything.

You wait for the elevator and make your way up to your floor. On apartment 608, there is a police notice, banning everyone from getting close to the crime scene. There are bullet holes and some bloody handprints on the walls, a blood splutters a bit too close to the height your arm is.

You shake your head trying to forget about it, and open your door. Once inside, you lock the door and look for your phone. Only to remember that it must be in your bag, in your car, where you dropped it when you tried to run.

You look at the clock on the wall that you always forget about, and realise you have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it time to work. So get at it.

Most of those 20 minutes, go into taking a shower. You feel dirty, mainly because you are, but also because you feel used. You think about Price and Kyle, handsome military men, they have probably visited countries you don't even know exist and they probably have a lover in each of them.

You are probably just another one, and you let them in so easily. They must have barely felt any satisfaction from such an easy catch.

You feel like crying for being so silly, but a voice in your head stops you. The voice in your head that picks you up whenever you fuck something up. Don't cry! Why would you cry?! They used you just as much as you used them! And they are not crying! So neither are you! You made a grown man cum on his pants by rubbing yourself a bit and an even grown-er man basically get on his knees to eat you out! So don't cry!

So you get out of the shower with another attitude, you are going to get a hold of the situation, you are going to get space between these men and yourself, and you are going to be just fine!

“Son of a bitch!” You exclaim when you see yourself in the mirror, if you had thrown yourself down the stairs there would be fewer bruises on your body. Well, not bruises, hickeys.

You huff getting out of the bathroom to get dressed, and then back to the bathroom to cover all the hickeys.

By divine grace, you make on time for work. You are exhausted, starving and if any of your coworkers spoke to you today just a bit out of tone, you would chew their arms off. But luckily, everything goes right.

At least, until you get back home, and the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, is a masked man standing in front of your door.

I guess it is a series now, I don't know where I'm going with it but there is still a couple of things I have thoughts about.

If you guys have any ideas or scenarios please, tell me hehe

And if you want me to tag you on the next part drop a coment 💗

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zhongrin · 4 months

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𒆙 morax

part 6/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

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“𝓁ord morax! must you keep branding me with these marks?!”

morax blinked owlishly as you barged into his little office. he would have immediately beheaded others who would dare act so boorish, but your presence - nevermind the fact you were glaring at him - would always be welcomed into even the most private corners of his life, so he merely leaned back on his golden throne, abandoning the papers waiting for his approval as he gazed at you like you were the whole universe. his cor lapis-lined tail coiling behind the chair thumped lightly on the ground as he spotted the tokens he had so graciously placed on your skin.

“…. yes?”

the honest answer seemed to have made you double back. you could tell from his clueless expression that he bore no remorse for his actions.

“i must beseech you to restrain yourself. the adepti dare not even raise their heads when i talk to them!“

“but… unlike minerals and other inorganic materials, your skin heals, so naturally i must renew the imprints every now and then. i cannot fathom what made you so displeased? i have taken precautions so the process would be enjoyable to you at the very least… or are you saying that the act was not pleasurable for you after all?”

you had to resist the urge to facepalm, but you couldn’t help the natural reaction of your cheeks starting to sizzle with warmth. morax’s gentle smile lilted into a slightly cheeky grin, and he beckoned you to come over. you both praised and berated yourself inwardly when you obeyed his command like a faithful pup, knowing to seat yourself on his lap.

“are you not proud to bear the proof that you are mine, my dear? if it truly upsets you, i… will try my best to reign in my instincts. but you know how i always seem to lose myself in the heat of the moment…,” his kisses journeyed from your temple down your neck and shoulder, a silent plea for leniency.

it would have been a sweet and innocent gesture if his hands hadn’t wandered above your silken robes.

“my lord….”

“mmm… i’m sorry, darling, it’s the dragon instincts,” he nuzzled lovingly onto the junction of your neck, and you quickly felt both the heat and his arousal rise. quite literally, that was. “your smell mixed with mine is just too tantalizing to ignore. to illustrate, would you be able to pass by a banquet full of your favored delicacies without salivating?”

“perhaps not, but i would be able to refrain from devouring the whole banquet like some greedy buffoon,” you faked a reprimanding tone, eyebrows raised.

“which proves that you are, in some ways, stronger than me,” his arms tightened around you, geo-lined appendages sneakily slipping beneath your garment to rub your inner thighs, before trailing over your dampened underwear, “though it seems to me that you’re putting up a front…”

you were torn between rolling your eyes or blushing in embarrassment, “perish the salacious thoughts. i came straight from the bedchambers, my lord.”

“ah, so these are both your arousal and the remnants of our passionate love last night? how delightful. no wonder you smell like the most fragrant and mouthwatering delicacy in the whole teyvat,” he pressed his lips on one of the hickeys, staring in contemplation at your body nestled on his lap, an idea brewing like the freshest tea in his mind, “say, darling… i know you’re tired, but won’t you at least let this lovestruck lizard steal a morsel from the figurative banquet? just a little arrangement to tide me over until the moon graces our nation.”

“….. i will consider your proposal; enlighten me.”

you really, really should have thought twice about making contracts with a dragon.

seated snugly on top of your beloved’s lap after he had - far too easily, much to his delight and your fervent embarrassment - eased you onto his cocks, his non-dominant hand poised to lightly rub your abdomen, right on the bulge indicating the way he was all nestled inside your tight heat. his other hand had long since left your hip and was in the process of writing some kind paperwork to ensure the construction of what shall be a prosperous harbor sometime in the far future would be going smoothly — or something along that line. he might have sort of meandered about it as he worked, but alas, you were too distracted to actually listen to his words, clenching and squirming like a bunny in heat instead.

morax hummed. momentarily, he set his pen down against the polished sandbearer wood of his desk. his slender fingers reached up to lightly brush and wrap around your throat. your breath hitched, heart soaring like a hummingbird, cunt trembling. he wasn’t even putting any pressure ー just a light touch. a warning. and yet the message was there; even more pronounced with the verbal warning whispered right beside your ear.

"mind your manners, darling."

you nodded with a whimper, gulping and feeling his fingers lightly caressing your pulse point before they detached themselves from your heated skin to curl elegantly around the pen once more. the deity resumed talking as if whatever happened was a delusional wet dream you conjured out of desperation this fine afternoon, but this time, you ceased squirming. he gave you a soft kiss on your nape as a reward. pride permeated your veins, your eyelashes fluttering and fists clenching in an attempt to control yourself.

"not to fret, your patience will be rewarded," he purred, deep and velvety and smooth, his breath tickling your skin, burning your nerves and sending your arousal lurching. perhaps you should have begged for him to relent to his depraved desires and devour the whole banquet instead.

the hand on your tummy trailed upwards to settle on your chest, palming idly before rolling a painfully hard nipple between the calloused pads of his fingers, the gentle movement a complement to the cold sensation of his rings pressing onto soft, sensitive flesh. sparks bloomed like fireworks and slick trickled down your stuffed pussy. yet still, you obeyed with trembling thighs; the only body part moving being your walls, squeezing around his cock, wishing for it to move and bully your sweetest spots with hard and precise series ofー

"so well behaved for me...."

you swore you heard him chuckle.

"my good mate."

he graciously bestowed you a new mark on your neck and a teasing little thrust, just enough for the two heads to peck your cervix like a teasing lover, savoring the enchanting wail falling from your lips.

“oh, this archon can’t wait to utterly ruin you tonight.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺#rin writes #minors dni

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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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Best Friends Brother part 8

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

warnings: mentions of family issues, cursing

"Do you know what I love about Holton"

I loved him. I really did, but i've never wanted to punch my best friend across the face more in my entire life than right this second. All week, he hasn't shut up about Holton. Stupid fucking Holton. Holton this Holton that. It was driving me crazy.

I couldn't think.

It normally wouldn't make me this angry, but seeing everything that went down with Chris just made me loathe Nick's relationship. Everything perfect, sunshine, rainbows and dasies.

"What? What else could you possibly love about him?" I snapped looking up at him. He glared at me. I sighed looking down. "Sorry" I breathed looking down, not meaning to really snap at him.

"Why are you acting so weird?" He asked quietly. I sighed and looked up at him, shrugging. "I don't know" I said shaking my head. He looked down. "I'm sorry, i'll stop talking about Holton" He stated making me start to feel bad.

"No, no. I want to know. He makes you happy and you're my favorite person" I said shaking my head and looking down at him. He smiled sadly. "I just don't know how to not talk about it--I've never felt like this before" He said shaking his head. I bit my lip.

"I know the feeling"

"What?"

My heart stopped. "My books--they explain it all the time" I choked on my breath. His eyebrows furrowed. "Heart clenching, painful, like you can't breathe when you're around them. Kinda like you're almost sick" I swallowed. He nodded smiling letting out a breath.

"You should have been a writer" He smiled up at me. I sighed leaning back. "I should've been in love" I stated. He chuckled beside me. I looked over at him. "Did Holton tell you liked him or did you kind of assume?" I asked quietly. Nick just looked at me.

"He just told me" He stated, making me look down at my lap. Nick pushed me.

"Is this about Nate? Matt told me he asked you on a date" Nick smiled. My eyes widened. "Yeah" I breathed. "Nate" I said nodding slowly. Nate not even being a back thought on my brain. Nick shook his head smiling.

"Y/n, do you even know how to like someone? I've never seen you even talk about a boy before" Nick chuckled. I swallowed. "Yeah, I guess I don't know how to like someone" I stated the honesty slipping off my lips a little too smoothly.

"Everyone makes it seem so simple, but it's not" I said shaking my head. Nick nodded. "With the right person, it's not hard" He said bumping my shoulder with his, making me smile.

"Do you care? If I go out with Nate, i mean." I said looking up at him. He hummed and then shook his head. "I don't care, it's not like you're going out with one of my brothers or something" He chuckled, making my throat run dry. I looked down at my lap feeling my face go red.

"I'm gonna go for a walk I think" I sighed standing. Nick sat up. "Do you want me to come with, Holton's not gonna be here for another hour" He stared. I shook my head. "No it's okay. I just need a minute" I smiled. He nodded and leaned back.

"Be safe"

I pushed my legs back and forth of the swing waiting for him to walk up to me, hearing the sound of crunching leaves behind me.

"Go away Chris" I mumbled looking at my feet. He sighed as he walked into my view. I glanced up at him and back down at my feet. "How did you know it was me?" He asked from above me. I didn't look at him.

"I saw you a couple blocks back" I sighed kicking the gravel under my feet. He sighed and sat down in front of my swing looking up at me. I still wouldn't look.

"Do you know complicated you make life for me?" He breathed looking up at me. I rolled my eyes. "Please" I mumbled. He pushed my foot making me look at him.

"Why aren't you going on the date?" He asked looking at me. I stared at him, feeling my face drain. "Who said I wasn't?" I asked looking at him, he tilted his head raising his eyebrows.

I had told Nate this morning that I wasn't in the mental state to be going on any dates. Which was true I wasn't. I felt bad for rejecting him, but It was for the better. It wouldn't have been fair to him. Chris Sturniolo had completely taken over my brain and there wasn't room for anything. Which was bitter sweet at times.

I should have known Nate would say something about the rejection to Chris, Matt, or Nick. I just didn't realize that it would have been so soon.

I looked down. "Why do you care?" I asked quietly. "Because we are friends" He stated. I looked up glaring at him. "No, Chris. We are not friends" I spat down at him. He bit his lip and looked away.

"You told me you wouldn't be my friend" I shook my head. "And I think you're exact words last week were "Go on the date with Nate, or don’t. See if I give a shit"---" I mocked him. He clenched his jaw. I shrugged.

"So why do you care?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. He closed his eyes. "Because I just want you to be happy" He said. I shook my head. "No you don't" I shook my head. He glared at me.

"Don't for one second sit here and tell me you care about my fucking happiness when all you do is treat me like shit" I said harshly down at him. He clenched his jaw before letting out a breath.

"I thought I made it clear I was done with whatever happened" I stated motioning between us. He shook his head. "How is you calling off that date making that clear?" He asked. I looked at the ground. He was right.

"Chris" I sighed. He shook his head. "Because if you wanted us to be done then you would just go on the date with Nate wouldn't you?" He asked standing to his feet. I stood up looking up at him.

"Us?" I asked shaking my head. He just looked down at me with hurt filled eyes. "Us?" I let out a laugh. I clenched my jaw shaking my head.

"I called off the fucking date because I can't stop thinking about you" I said pushing his chest making him stumbling back.

"I get it okay!" I said feeling tears brim at my eyes. "I'm the girl who's parents left, the girl who can't even be loved by her own damn parents!" I screamed at him. "I have a-absolutly nothing to offer you." I said shaking my head.

"I have baggages that goes back for miles and I've barley let a boy kiss me" I scoffed shaking my lip. He just looked away. "So maybe I'm just another girl with a decent face who gave you a decent amount of attention at the wrong time and maybe--maybe it's just the daddy issues speaking for me b-but---" I shook my head looking down.

"Fuck Chris, i've never felt this way" I shook my head as I looked at him. "You're the only person who knows about that night with parents, you're the only person i've even let touch me" I shook my head.

"And maybe you think I'm a stupid girl who's learning the hard way on what it feels like to be played" I stepped forward. He looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read. "But what you don't know is I don't know anything else" I shook my head.

"I've spent years building up my walls and maybe I am stupid" I shrugged. "Because I let you come knocking them down with the first punch" I let out a breath.

"So this back and forth of you kissing me and pulling away--" I shook my head. "If you want to be my friend Chris, just leave me alone" I shook my head. He sighed looking down at me his lips thinned. I shook my head at his lack of words as I turned pushing the swings out of my way.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I walked away. I didn't want to walk away, but I forced my feet to move. I wanted him to apologize at least for what he's done to me. I get it, from an outside point of view what he's done is nothing. It's like every other typical fuck-boy story, but it isn't when you're living in it. It feels like a storm cloud over your head waiting for it to be sunny but it's only thunderstorms.

Begging to be loved can be one of the most debiltating feelings in the universe. Especially when you've been doing it your whole life, you're wondering to yourself if there's something wrong with you. If you are the common denomator then it must be you right? Your fault.

Is it took much to asked just to be loved in one life time, by anybody?

"Freshman year the first day you wore a white sweater with pink bows in your hair"

I froze.

"You wore terrible air force ones that were ripped to shreds" Chris sighed. I turned around slowly looking at him. "At lunch you gave you're only fork to some kid who sat there and complained about forgetting a fork for 10 fucking minutes--" He shook his head. "I was ready to beat his ass but you gave him yours with a smile on your face, and he didn't even say thank you" He said shaking his head.

I parted my lips to speak.

"You're favorite book is Magnolia parks university by Jessica Hastings, because you read it every single day in 3rd period junior year and the book is basically ripped to shred" He said looking at me. I stepped slowly back towards him.

"Chris--"

"You're favorite number is zero because you think that it's overlooked because it's value is nothing, but you think that doesn't determaines it's worth just because someone created it's meaning" He said as I looked up at him. He closed his eyes.

"You wrote a paper on it the beginning of Senior year and the teacher said the concept was stupid and you apologized" He said putting his hands on his face. I shook head head. "What-"

"and when you think you stick out the tip of your tonuge" He said pointing at my mouth. I pulled my tonuge back into my mouth as he looked down at me.

"How do you know all of that?" I breathed. He shrugged. "I don't know" He said looking at his feet. "I'm just observent" He said avoiding my eyes.

"What's Nick's favorite number?" I asked making him look up at me. He turned to the side. "What's did Matt wear his first day of freshman year?" I asked. "I don't know" He said looking down at me. I let out a breath.

"I like you y/n. A whole lot more than I should and it scares the shit out of me" He said softly looking down at me. "Then why are you doing this?" I asked shaking my head despreate for answers. He swallowed and shrugged.

"You're Nick's best friend" He said shaking his head. "I didn't want to change that, I know how much he means to you." He said meeting my eyes making the corners of my mouth turn slightly.

"And I'm selfish" He said throwing his hands up. "I'm a selfish asshole who only thinks about himself" He said backing up slightly. "Everything that i've done the past two month as come from nothing but pure selfishness. I should have never kissed you, I should have never flirted with you, I should have never--" He paused as he scanned my body. I looked away.

"I just couldn't help it" He shook his head. "So you wanted to know why I'm so bi-polar?" He asked shrugging. I just stared at him. "Everyday it's a constant war in my brain'' He shook his head.

"I want to tell you everything" He sighed, then shook his head. "But I don't want to take the only thing you have left, even if that puts me in his place" He said bitting his lip. I looked down shaking my head knowing he was talking about Nick.

"So, yeah" He sighed. "I do give a shit if you go out with Nate. I give way too many shits" He said walking back up to me. I blinked up at him.

"I'm embarrassing at your mercy, you just have no idea" He breathed, placing his hand on my cheek shaking his head. I smiled leaning into his hand.

"It's risky, I know---Between Matt and Nick--" He said shaking his head. I leaned up kissing him. He sighed as he pulled me closer to him and kissed me softly. So softly it felt like a cloud. I smiled against him as If I was waiting forever for him to kiss me like this.

I pulled back smiling. He sighed smiling pressing his forehead against mine. "Where do we go from here?" He asked breathlessly done at me. I shook my head. "I don't know" I said back. He closed his eyes sighing.

"But if you change your mind again, I'm punching you in the face" I whispered making him chuckled and wrapped his arms around me and pull me into his chest.

-the end-

-jk-

chris pov

I put down my pen cracking my knuckles and letting out a breath before closing the notebook and glancing to my door. I picked up my phone to read the time.

1:32am

She should be here by now.

Y/n and I have been basically inseperable---Unknowing to anyone else but us. Matt was getting suspicious again I could tell from the way he would look at me, but I knew he wouldn't say anything to Nick before threatening it to me first, which then I could malisciously talk him down from.

I shook my head smiling, just thinking about what the hell 15-year-old Chris would think about this unimaginable situation. I turned to look back at my notebook.

I picked it back up flipping through the pages. Usually when I write something down in here I live it be to live breathe and die in the journal. I never looked back on anything I wrote because It just made me sad. I looked at the last text I sent Y/n.

to: y/f/n y/f/n

1:30 pleaseeee bring blankets im freezing.

I looked back towards the door and then down at the journal before flipping to the very front of the journal the very first page and took a deep breath.

september 1 2017

I don't know how to start this. How does one start something like this so and called 'greif journal'? I guess it's not techically greif, but a therapy journal. Mom tried to get us all to go to therapy, most for Matt he struggles sometimes but I don't fully understand why. I guess it's not my place to.

I told her that if she didn't make me go to threapy I would start writting down my thoughts in a journal which online said it was a great "subsitute" yay.

I chuckled to myself

Anyways so here I am doing this for some reason? So let's talk about high school I guess. It sucks. Like actually sucks. The homework, kill me now. The only good thing about it is the girl in my class, well I guess you don't know because I didn't have this journal at the beginning of the year

There was this girl she is kind of shy. I don't really talk to her and she doesn't talk to me. I just kind of look at her. In the most non creepy stalker way possible. I really hope i'm not incriminating myself. Wow that was a big word for me, anyway

She's pretty. And not pretty in the way the other girls im friends with are pretty. She's pretty in a way thats like a mystery. Mysterious i think is the word im looking for.

Also listen, this entire journal isn't about to be about some chick. I'm just thinking you know and she's the first thing that came to mind.

She dresses kind of weird. She doesn't wear anything skin tight, it's like everything underneath is a mystery. SEE mysterious...

Anyways her eyes are kind of like a hazelish green I think? they could be brown I just havent gotten a close enough look at her yet. But i'll update you if I do.

She makes school a little less shitty if that doesn't sound absolutely pyscho-masked-killer. Just knowing that she's going to be sitting two rows in front of me in 1st period helps me wake up in the morning.

Maybe that's why Matt doesn't get out of bed, he doesn't have a y/n to look at. Well he could if he looked at her, I just don't think he notices his surrounding sometimes--

"Here are your blankets"

I closed the notebook and looked up at y/n walking in. Her eyes went wide and she chuckled. "Did I intrupt something?" He smiled brightly at me. I shook my head throwing my notebook back into my drawer.

"No, you didn't" I smiled opening my arms. She smiled as she wrapped the blanket around herself and then crawled over me and laying on me. I wrapped my arms around her sighing.

"What were you reading?" She hummed against me. I looked down at her as she glanced up at me. "Nothing" I smiled. She rolled her eyes. "Your nose is always in that damn journal" She sighed laying her head back down. I rolled her over and leaned down kissing her softly.

God, I'm never getting used to that.

I pulled back and she pulled my shirt back down kissing me harder. I pulled back. "You okay?" I chuckled. She smiled and nodded. "You're just so hot I can't help myself" She mumbled leaning up and kissing me deeply. I pulled back and she whined.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked as i traced my finger over her face. She hummed and shrugged. "What do you wanna do?" She smiled up at me. "I just wanna look at you" I whispered. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"That's creepy Chris" She laughed beneath me. I shrugged. "Then let me be creepy" I said leaning down and kissing her cheek. He giggled as i attempted to pin her down as she squirmed.

"Chris" She mumbled smiling against my lips. "What?" I smiled pulling back. she pouted beneath me. "Will you take me on date?" She asked softly. I smiled and nodded. "Of course I will" I said lightly pecking her lips. She smiled and closed her eyes sighing.

"Are you tired?" I whispered pushing her hair behind her ear. She nodded. I laid down next to her and pulled her towards me.

The rest of the night she just laid agaisnt me telling me about her day until I heard her stop talking and slowly breathing. I looked down at her and her eyes were closed as she breathed slowly agaisnt me. I glanced over at the clock.

3:45am

Damn I did not realize it was that late. I sighed running my hands through her hair. I reached down before shifting her into my arms and picking her up. She groaned and rubbed her nose into my chest. i just smiled at her as I lifted off my bed and walked towards my door, opening it and quickly.

I walked quietly through the hall and then into her room laying her back into her bed. I pushed the covers to the side before placing her under them. She blinked her eyes open at me.

"Go back to sleep" I whispered kissing her forehead. She sighed and pulled me onto her. I laughed as I held myself up. "I can't stay here" I mumbled. Her eyes still didn't open as she whined. I sighed, pushing myself off of her.

I reached her door before turning around and seeing her already back asleep with her mouth slightly open as she layed against her pillow.

"God, I love you"

okay not long but good ending?

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moralesmilesanhour · 8 months

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if you believe in me - 01

summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3

Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.

He would begin to type out a message:

"hi".

No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy.

Backspace.

"hey :)"

Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.

Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.

"wyd?"

He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context?

Backspace.

"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."

Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.

He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldn’t be bothered to send a text.

Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.

Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.

Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.

Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:

“Morales?!? Where the hell have you been?”

Fuck.

“Hey,” Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. “How…how are you?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ain’t catch you in class?”

The boy shrugged. “I dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.”

As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.

“Chopped cheese!” a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

“That’s me,” you said with a grin.

“”Bacon egg and cheese!”

“And that’s me,” Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.

Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?

“What?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“You like me, right?”

“I-um…yeah,” Miles’ eyes darted away from your face. “I don’t think I’d kiss anybody I didn’t like.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you didn’t text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!”

He snorted, “Well, now you’ve got the right one.”

“Sooo…” you tilted your head. “Does that mean we’re like, a thing now?”

He tensed at the suggestion. ‘A thing’. You’d think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot?

But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.

“I guess we are,” Miles finally replied. He looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand, duh!”

He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.

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judeswhore · 1 year

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coffee, pancakes for two; jude bellingham

summary: coffee dates with jude before class sound way better in your head

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: mentions of food

notes: you can find my masterlist here

"we're sitting in."

jude's tone was final, firm enough to suggest he wanted no argument from you and the slight raise of his eyebrows and tilt of his head said he was waiting to shut down any attempt you gave. he held on to your waist, fingers soft on the skin beneath your jumper as though he could stop you from running away. not that you would, you wanted your coffee first.

"but i have to squeeze in my last few slides of notes before the exam." you pouted slightly up at him and watched him shake his head as he tapped just above the curve of your bum. the coffee shop was busy with the early hour, students and workers alike waiting for their first hit of caffeine, eager for the few minutes of warmth the small corner establishment offered. despite the stream of people around jude had no issues in tugging you as close as possible, dipping his head and pressing a quick kiss to your jutted out bottom lip.

"you can do that here."

"but you'll-"

"nuh uh," he cut you off with another kiss. "but nothing. you have lectures after your exam and i know for a fact you won't eat anything until at least 5 and it's-" jude checked the clock on the far wall with a pointed look. "8 right now. i wanna make sure you have something before you leave."

your eyes narrowed, fingers tugging at the straps of your bag as he ushered you forward just slightly in the queue. half of you was grateful for him, a fuzzy feeling low in your tummy that he wanted to take care of you, loved you enough to make sure you were okay when he knew sometimes you forgot to put yourself first. the other half of you knew being with him meant you probably wouldn't get much done, his presence alone a distraction, even if he remained quiet.

"i can grab something after my exam."

"i know you won't. so how about you close that pretty little mouth of yours and go find us a table?" this time you rolled your eyes and jude grinned, kissing the side of your head. "don't roll your eyes at me."

"you're so bossy."

"maybe you should just listen to me then." knocking your elbow into his side you pulled away from him, gaze sweeping the cafe for somewhere to sit. jude's fingers were still on your back, thumb brushing back and forth almost absentmindedly against your skin and it had you half melting into him, any hint of protest gone from you as you nodded towards an empty table by the window.

"m'gonna sit over there."

"you want your usual?"

"yes please." he squeezed your hip in a sign of acknowledgement and then you were weaving your way to the table, sitting yourself down with your back to your boyfriend. you were already pulling your laptop from your bag, setting it on the table in front of you and pulling up your notes, attempting to get at least a little bit of reading done while you were here.

you'd read three pages of an assigned journal before jude appeared at the side of the table, a tray balanced in his hand. his brows were drawn together, tongue peaking out from the corner of his mouth in a way that had you giggling. his gaze snapped to yours then to your laptop.

"scoot that out the way."

"i'm busy."

"you want your coffee or not?" shifting the laptop off to one side to make room you peered at the tray, gaze sliding over the two cups of coffee and landing on the small stack of pancakes, a small boat of maple syrup beside them. "almost got those for free." jude had settled into the seat opposite you and was in the process of shrugging his black jacket off, twisting to drape it over the back of his chair. he was wearing a plain white tee underneath and you hated him just a little for looking so effortlessly pretty in such a minimalist outfit.

"the barista was a fan?"

"the barista thought i was cute." your gaze snapped up from admiring his arms at that, a grimace twisting your lips as you reached for your coffee. it was warm beneath your hands, eased the slight chill that had been in your fingers since leaving the house that morning.

"clearly has terrible taste, all that caffeine must be going to her head."

"yeah? what's your excuse?"

"i know what your bank account looks like."

"funny." jude knocked his foot against yours beneath the table, locked it around your ankle and tugged softly. "what was it you were saying this morning? i'm sure you were telling me how fit i am, couldn't keep your hands off me."

jude had poured the syrup over the pancakes and you used your fork to cut a piece free, popping it into your mouth with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? you don't remember begging me to-"

"i swear to god, bellingham, if you finish that sentence." you pointed your fork at him in an attempt to look threatening but jude only grinned. your cheeks suddenly felt hot with the reminder of what had happened only an hour earlier and the fact that your boyfriend was so ready to air it out despite the old couple sitting at the table next to you.

"what?" he was pretending to be innocent, taking his own forkful of pancakes but his lips had tilted into a teasing smile. "i was gonna say how you kept begging me not to leave the bed."

"yeah, sure you were. these are really good by the way."

"thanks, i think they really went out of their way to impress me."

"the size of your ego never fails to amaze me." you turned to your laptop, pulling up your notes to skim over, aware that jude was still smiling over at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"only the size of my ego?"

"nothing else is big enough to impress me."

"'oh jude! please don't stop, s'just so good.'" the toe of your shoe smacked harshly into jude's ankle, your glare enough to seer through his head as his fake moans tapered off into soft giggles. the couple beside you sent a look of disgust your way, muttering away to each other as heat crawled up your cheeks.

"seriously? you're ridiculous."

"just tryna jog your memory."

"you don't have to be so loud about it, you're gonna get us kicked out. and i do not sound like that."

"no, you're a lot louder. and more whiney, kind of like a-"

"shut up." he only laughed at your tone, held his hands up in mock surrender before reaching for one of yours. he held your hand in his, the black ring on his finger a cold sting against your skin as he slowly lowered his head. with his gaze still on yours, he kissed your knuckles.

"m'sorry babe."

"hmm you will be. here, make yourself useful." you pulled your hand away and pushed your laptop towards him, finger pointing to a small list of questions you were sure were going to be on the exam. "ask me these?" you watched him read over the words, his brows scrunching, nose crinkling as he glanced back up at you.

"you know what these things mean?"

"i hope so."

"it's so hot that you're smart."

"stop being a flirt and help me, would you."

for the next twenty minutes jude managed to behave himself, asking you the questions set out, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your mouth whenever you got it right, leaning in and kissing you even softer if you made a mistake because "kissing makes you smarter or whatever, it's biology". he'd cut off little slices of pancake for you, holding the fork in front of your lips and urging you to take a bite while your eyes skimmed the notebook you'd pulled from you bag.

once you'd made your way through all of the questions he pushed the lid of your laptop closed, slid it back into your bag for you before you could complain. "you're sorted for this, take a break before you burn yourself out.” you didn’t protest like he’d thought you would, only settled your elbows on the table, chin propped in your hands. jude had ordered a croissant halfway through your study session and he tore a bit of pastry off, pressed it between your lips with a tilt of his head.

“why’re you staring at me like that, weirdo.” he hadn’t missed the soft look in your eyes, the lovesick smile that was growing as you shrugged your shoulders. he copied your position, elbows on the table, chin in his hand and suddenly you were both almost nose to nose, his eyes locking on yours.

you sat quietly for a moment, took in the lighter flecks in his dark eyes, the slope of his nose and the full outline of his lips. he was trying to grow out his facial hair, the dark stubble on his chin and jaw almost begging you to drag your lips over it, to leave behind soft marks, too light for anyone to see. his full attention was almost making you squirm, heat blossoming in your tummy and rising until your heart felt ready to burst.

“i love you.” jude blinked a little in surprise at your sudden confession, not that he’d never heard it before, you said it often enough, he just hadn’t been expecting it in that moment. you cocked your head and sent him a somewhat shy smile. “thank you for the breakfast.”

“the pancakes were more for my benefit than yours, i was starving.” a soft snort left you as you shook your head.

“i’m being serious.”

“i know,” he pressed his foot to yours beneath the table. “but you don’t have to thank me.”

“i know.” again the two of you went quiet, neither of you wanting to be the one to look away first. jude’s eyes crinkled at the corner when he grinned, his head nudging to one side slightly.

“c’mere.” he didn’t give you the chance to move forward, he closed the gap himself, lips slotting softly over yours.

the kiss was slow, a gentle brush of his mouth over yours, broken rather quickly from fear of upsetting the couple still sitting a few feet away. jude didn’t move back straight away however, just bumped his nose against yours. “i love you too by the way.” then he was sitting back, pulling his jacket back over his shoulders, gaze tracking the time on his watch. “c’mon i’ll buy you one of those ice lattes and walk you to campus.”

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pb524830 · 3 months

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anyone else

part: 1 pairing: paige buckers x oc word count: 3k c/w: language a/n: hi guys! i've been meaning to write for paige and other wcbb players for quite a while, so here you go! this is going to be a pretty long slow-burn series, so be prepared for a torturous enemies to lovers arc. so excited to share this with you guys!

NOVEMBER 2021

The apartment is loud and crowded, music blasting so loud and bass thumping so intensely I can barely hear myself speak. Someone - I forget whose apartment it is - has set up cheap strobe lights that spill across the room and blind me every few seconds. I struggle to make my way over to Azzi Fudd, one of the freshmen who plays basketball here at UConn. We had met at the beginning of the year, when she had gotten stuck in my upper division government class before quickly getting switched out. We’d become fast friends over a love of Nutella and dogs, as well as being student-athletes, and we hang out whenever both our practice schedules allow for it.

That being said, she’s dragged me to a pregame at one of the men’s basketball player’s apartments. Initially, I told her no, but she pleaded and begged until I had no choice but to say yes. I emerge from the crowd with a huff, grabbing the drink in Azzi’s outstretched hand. “Vodka cran?” She asks. I smile and nod, taking it from her gratefully. I take a sip and grimace, spluttering. She grins sheepishly. “Sorry, more like just vodka.” I raise an eyebrow at her, taking another sip gingerly. “You tryna get me fucked up, Fudd?” I demand. She shrugs. “I’m thinking if I get you fucked up enough, you might actually come out with us.” I laugh. “Nice try. You know I have to study.”

Azzi rolls her eyes. “You’re always studying. Or you’re at volleyball practice. I never see you anymore,” she pouts. “Well, if you had stayed in that gov class…” She pushes me ever so slightly and I laugh, taking another swig of my heavily alcoholic drink. My laughter dies down when a familiar blonde-haired figure slings her arm around Azzi’s shoulders. “Avantika,” Paige nods curtly. I smile, a tight-lipped smile that barely passes as one. Azzi clears her throat. “Hi, Paige,” she greets her friend, looping an arm around her waist. “You need something?” Paige’s blue eyes are trained on me, slightly narrowed, and I cross my arms over my body defensively. Paige shakes her head, looking down at her friend. “Nah, just grabbing a drink.” Azzi perks up. “Dirty Shirley? I’ll make it for you!” I blink. “Az, respectfully, this is ass. I don’t know if you should be making drinks,” I tease, holding up my cup. She sticks her tongue out at me and turns to make Paige her drink.

“What is that?” Paige asks, grabbing my cup from me. I protest, grabbing for it, but she holds it above her head. I’m a good 8 inches shorter than her, and it effectively keeps it out of my reach.

“Problem?” She asks smugly.

“Dude, just give it back,” I gripe.

“Come get it,” she smirks down at me. “You’re such an asshole,” I spit, watching as she takes a swig of the drink and pulls a face. “Yeah, exactly,” I say as she hands it back to me, scoffing.

“Paige, quit antagonizing Ava,” Azzi chides, handing her a drink. Paige makes a face at her. “Azzi, don’t use big words just to sound smart.” Azzi shoots her a look and I roll my eyes. “There’s no way you think ‘antagonizing’ is a big word,” I snark.

“Why do you have to be such a smartass all the time?” Paige sneers, crowding my space.

I step to her, meeting her gaze. “You better watch yourself,” I spit back.

“Or what?” she counters, getting even closer.

Azzi makes a noise in her throat, something between a cough and a laugh. “Paige, this is why Ava never comes out with us,” she shakes her head. Paige’s eyes stay on mine, her mouth twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer. “No, I think it’s because she can’t handle her liquor,” she muses. Her eyelashes flare, challenging me. Forcing me into my own memories, ones of hands on my waist and lips on my neck and a night I’d much rather forget. I tear my gaze from hers. “You know what, Az? I will come out with y’all tonight,” I say, smiling sweetly at her and Paige. Paige raises an eyebrow. “Your funeral,” she shrugs. “Yeah, fuck you,” I say, tipping the remainder of my drink back into my throat and grabbing Azzi’s hand to lead her through the crowd, away from that blonde menace she calls a best friend.

When Azzi and I had first become friends, and I had discovered she was on the basketball team, I was a little wary. Paige and I had… history, I guess one could call it. I quickly found out that she was actually best friends with Azzi, and I had avoided her like the plague. But the closer I became with Azzi, the more difficult it was not to be around Paige.

I hate her, to be clear. She’s everything I despise. She’s irresponsible, loud, arrogant, immature, and a womanizer. If it were up to me, I’d have absolutely nothing to do with her.

As it stands, it’s not up to me. I find myself in Caroline Ducharme’s car squished between her and Azzi. Paige drapes an arm across the seat behind me nonchalantly, leaning forward to talk to Caroline and Evina Westbrook. I roll my eyes, leaning forward so that I don’t touch her. She glances down at me. “I don’t bite,” she tells me. I narrow my eyes. “No, but I might,” I reply. She raises an eyebrow. “Move. Your. Arm,” I order. Paige looks taken aback, but slinks her arm out from behind me nonetheless.

Azzi nudges me with her elbow. “I think she might actually be scared of you,” she whispers. I sit back against the seat as the car starts with a rumble, smirking. “Good,” I say smugly.

When we get to Ted’s, Paige makes a beeline for the bar, draping herself around a girl with curly hair who has beckoned her. I watch her whisper into the girl’s ear, grinning down at her as she gestures to the bartender for a drink. I scoff to myself. Ridiculous.

Azzi links arms with me, snapping me out of my trance. “Avaaaa, let’s go dance!” She urges. I laugh, giving in and following her to the dance floor. I let myself get lost in the music and in between the girls, even letting Aubrey spin me around to ‘That’s What I Like’ by Bruno Mars. I dance for a bit with Nika, drunk enough from the pregame to giggle stupidly with her. Finally, feeling a tad sweaty and a lot exhausted, I stumble my way to the bar.

“One lemon drop please,” I tell the bartender, handing her my card. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” It’s Emmett, one of the men’s basketball players. I smile at him, gesturing to the bartender handing me back my card. “Just bought one, sorry,” I tell him. “Ah, that’s okay,” he says, shrugging. “How about a little time on the dance floor?” he suggests. I open my mouth to respond, but before I can say anything, I hear a loud voice next to my ear. “Emmett, my man!” Paige saunters into my view, clearly drunk, and daps him up. “Yo, I think Hiem was calling for you over there,” she tells him, pitching her voice up over the music. Emmett glances over to the entrance, trailing off to go find his teammate.

I narrow my eyes at her as she sluggishly takes the seat in front of me, rapping on the bar with her fist for another drink. “Maybe you should take a break,” I suggest, taking my own shot. “Maybe you should mind your own business,” she shoots back. I scoff. “Nahiem isn’t even here, is he?” I demand. She shrugs, swiveling in the stool to look at me, her blue eyes hazy. “No, you just looked like you needed saving.”

“I can handle myself, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That was sarcasm. Don’t you have a girl to go whore around with?”

“If you can find me one.” Paige takes the drink the bartender hands her, sipping on it.

“Thought you had one the second we walked in.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Look who’s been paying attention. Jealous?”

I scoff, standing up. “Hardly.” She mimics my actions, drink in hand.

Suddenly, someone runs past, jostling Paige so that she stumbles towards me, her drink sloshing onto my white top - a beautiful, strappy, lacy little thing just low enough to show a bit of cleavage.

“Oh, my God-”

“Woah, I’m sorry, dude-”

“What the fuck is your problem?” I seethe.

Paige gapes at me. “My problem?” She demands.

I huff, grabbing for a napkin, but she beats me to it, dabbing at my chest. “Here, let me-”

I snatch it from her. “You know what, Paige? Just stay the fuck away from me, how about that?”

I turn and storm away from her, hearing her call after me. “Avantika!” I push through the crowd and out the door, feeling the freezing air hit me. Instantly, it sobers me up a little bit. I pull out my phone, tapping at it. I figure I can call an Uber and get myself home. “Avantika!” I hear Paige’s voice call behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut.

Paige jogs up to me. “Look, I’m sorry, it was an accident,” she huffs. “Fuck off, Bueckers,” I say, my voice tired and hoarse. “Why are you so mad at me?” She demands. “I’m not,” I say curtly. “Okay, well, you’ve been giving me nasty looks all night, and you know that what happened in there was an accident, so-”

“I don’t like you, Paige. Is that not clear enough? I don’t want anything to do with you,” I spit out, turning on my heel to face her. Her eyes flare, mouth twitching into a sneer. She crowds my space, towering over me. “Feeling’s fucking mutual,” she says lowly, her eyes hot on mine. “Good,” I say. “Good,” she retaliates.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Azzi stumbles towards us from the entrance of the bar, slurring her words together. Caroline rushes out after her, Aubrey in close pursuit. “Azzi!” Caroline calls. “Whoa, Az,” Paige says, running towards her best friend to help her, letting Azzi lean her weight onto her. “Is she okay?” I ask Aubrey, following Paige and jogging up to them. “Here, let’s get to the car, okay, Azzi?” I coax. “Ava!” She exclaims, falling into me, throwing her arms around me.

I stumble back, feeling arms steady my shoulders as Azzi envelops me in a hug. “Awww, you came! I’m so glad you came, oh my gosh. You never come!” I smile over Azzi’s shoulder at Aubrey, gesturing for some help. “I know, babe, that’s why I came tonight. Now, let’s get you home, okay?” I urge. Nika also finds her way out of the bar, and runs over to help Azzi off of me. I turn to thank the person who steadied my shoulders, and flinch away when I realize it’s Paige. She pulls her hands away from me like I’ve burned her. “Sorry,” she mumbles. I don’t respond, choosing instead to help Azzi towards Caroline’s car.

The ride home is silent except for Azzi’s occasional babbling. I frown. I didn’t think she would drink this much. We all haul her up the stairs, her tall figure dead weight under her drunkenness. “Azzi, come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Paige tells her. “Let’s get that makeup off, yeah?” I say, opening the door to Azzi’s apartment and letting Caroline and Paige deposit her on the couch. Paige gives the rest of the girls a thumbs up, and they file out of the apartment, leaving her and I to deal with an extremely inebriated Azzi Fudd.

Paige sighs. “You grab her arms, I got her legs?” I nod, getting to work. With a lot of grunting and groaning, we manage to get Azzi to her bed, sitting her up against the wall. “Just a minute, baby, we have to take your makeup off, okay?” I soothe. Azzi whines, hitting at my arm when I go in with a makeup wipe. “I know, just a second,” I whisper, wiping at her face. She pulls me in for a hug, squeezing tight. “Ohmigosh, Avaaa! You’re here!” She squeals tiredly. “I am,” I reply, but my words are muffled by her arm around my face. “Okay, Az, let Avantika go now,” Paige says. Azzi reluctantly lets me go, and when Paige helps me off of the bed, I stumble into her.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, setting me straight. I hum in return, glancing into her clear blue eyes, and immediately regretting it. I’m forced to reconcile with the fact that she does have very pretty eyes. She clears her throat, giving me some space. “You think you got her handled?” I breathe, glancing back at Azzi. Paige hesitates. “I just…” I nod. “I’ll stay.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” “Yeah,” I whisper, taking a seat next to Azzi on the bed. Paige settles herself against the wall, seated on the floor.

It’s silent for a few moments. “I really am sorry, by the way. About your top,” Paige pipes up suddenly. Her knees are bent, her head tipped back against the wall, jawline prominent. “It’s fine,” I murmur back, leaning back into Azzi’s pillows. The dark haired girl next to me lets out a snore. “That top looked good on you.” “Paige,” I warn. “Just being nice,” she defends quickly.

“You’re never nice to me. Don’t start now,” I sigh, tipping my own head back and closing my eyes. Paige is silent again. “You really hate me that much?” She asks quietly. That’s it. My eyes snap open and I swing my legs off the bed. “I think you’ve got it from here,” I say shortly. She leaps to her feet, holding her hands out to stop me as I try to leave.

“Avantika, hang on,” she tries.

“We’re not having this conversation. You’re drunk and I’m drunk-”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Please, just stay,” she pleads.

“Paige.”

“Ava.”

“Do not call me that,” I snap.

Paige looks startled. She opens her mouth to argue, but I shove past her, storming out the door.

SEPTEMBER 2020

I collapse on the floor of the volleyball practice gym, glaring at the ceiling after two hours of serve and receive practice. My teammate and roommate Audrey launches a downball at me, and I roll to the side, too exhausted to dig it. “You shag this time?” She asks. I nod, affirming that I’ll gather the balls and put them back on the racks or in carts. I hear Audrey’s shoes squeak against the linoleum as she jogs out of the gym and to the showers in the locker room.

I stare up at the ceiling, absentmindedly reviewing all the assignments I need to complete tonight. There’s that calculus problem set, and I should probably start on the biochem lab…

“Yo, you good?” A voice calls from behind me. It’s familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I sit up, facing the door to the gym and the person who’s speaking. My breath catches in my throat. That blonde hair and those blue eyes - anyone on the UConn campus would recognize her. It’s Paige Bueckers, the freshman phenom.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, quickly getting to my feet and dusting myself off. “Hard practice, huh?” She asks, taking note of my UConn practice gear. “Yeah, something like that,” I chuckle, reaching for balls to put away. “Here, let me help,” Paige offers, setting her basketball down and jogging over. “You don’t have to!” I call, but she waves me off. Quietly, we gather the rest of the balls, “Scorpion” by Drake on shuffle in the background.

“Who’s on aux?” She asks, depositing the last ball into a red cart.

“Oh, I am. Sorry, I’m just leaving.”

“No, I like it. It’s one of my favorite albums of his.” I pause.

“Mine, too.” I gesture to the ball on the floor next to her feet. “How come you’re shooting in here?” I ask.

She picks the ball up, tossing it back and forth, spinning it between her hands. “Just, uh… Werth gets really intimidating. You know, all the greats on the walls behind you, and then everywhere you walk it’s like ‘national championship!’ Feels like a lot of pressure sometimes.”

I laugh, nodding at her words. “Yeah, I could see that.”

She shakes her head, beginning to dribble the ball. I watch her nimble fingers work, her blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun, strands coming out to dangle in her face. “Sorry, totally just dumped on you,” she says suddenly, stopping her motions and holding the ball in her hands. “What’s your name?”

“Avantika,” I reply, smiling. She grins at me. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” she muses, approaching me. I raise an eyebrow, biting back another smile. “Does that normally work for you?” I ask. She shakes her head, smirking down at me. “No, but this does.”

She sticks her hand out towards me so that I can shake it. “Hi. I’m Paige Bueckers.”

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forecast0ctopus · 2 months

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Any advice on drawing McCoy? I’m not used to drawing ancient wrinkley bastards (affectionate) and it’s surprisingly tough v-v

FOR SURE lmao i made. a diagram. just a warning that i am going to be irritating and long winded because u just hit a topic i really like sorry lmao

so first off i did some traces just to show whats there vs redraws to show my interpretation

ive said this on other asks but again jsyk, tracing isnt bad!! its a tool. theres some stuff with intellectual property and whatnot but using tracing to study shapes and forms is a really valuable practice.

also just taking some time to learn facial structures and anatomy is super useful, reading what bones and muscles are where and how they interact with one another. taking this info and staring in the mirror and moving your face around and thinking about it. just really furthers understanding of how the face works. trying to sound normal about this but i love anatomy and motion and physics and whatever

anyways im going to go through all the numbered points so there's no confusion. 1. forehead lines - self explanatory. more prominent when brows are raised 2. crows feet - at the outer corners of the eyes, more prominent when smiling or squinting 3. nasolabial folds - the folds that go from the corners of the nose to the corners of the mouth. more prominent when the mouth is wide, like smiling 4. brow furrow - self explanatory, most prominent when brows are furrowed. mccoy tends to have two right next to his eyebrows, kirk has one in the middle. everyones face works different lmao 5. chin crease - caused by how the chin and lower lip interact. 6. nasojugal groove - start from the inner corners of the eye and can extent over the cheeks. everyone has these and idk why people dont like them i think theyre really cool!!!! but Society. i guess. :/ 7. eye bags - caused by the skin sagging beneath the eyes. mccoy isnt even that old in tos i think hes meant to be mid 40s by the end of the 5 year mission, hes just got really prominent eye bags lmao 8. idk what the name is for these, but when the mouth is wide and pushes the skin to the sides, these folds sometimes form outside of the nasolabial folds 9. philtrum - the groove above the upper lip. i dont usually draw this but mccoy's struck me as prominent enough that i usually draw it on him 10. masseter - the muscle that moves the jaw up and down. its a pretty rugged muscle and while i wouldnt say mccoy's is especially prominent, it kind of extends that nasojugal groove from certain angles/positions 11. orbicularis oris - mouth muscle, usually easier to see when lips are pursed or frowns are pulled. mccoy's is pretty prominent from 3/4ths or side, his mouth tends to protrude in profile 12. this isnt a muscle but more of a line defining the planes of the face, but since i drew it i felt i should explain lmao

a few points:

im an animator i tend to exaggerate and emphasize certain things so i usually make him more square.

i like to combine eyebags and crows feet for brevity/flow, same with nasojugal grooves, eyebags, and masseter lines. my approach is always subject to change based on pose, expression, reference image, etc.

i take out details that i deem redundant or cluttering and keep what details i need to make things feel Right

all this info is applicable to any character of any age, its just in how you apply it and facial proportions that willl change how old a character is perceived to be

there's a lot more with drawing a Character rather than an Actor, just because the features are there doesnt necessarily mean things will feel correct? its very much in the mannerisms and poses and expressions

i only went over my approach to his likeness but not really body type or posing or anything idk if u want that i could always try to answer that later haha

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anyways all that info kind of exists nebulously in my brain while i draw its not like im sitting there thinking Must Draw. Nasolabial Fold...... i jsut do what feels right with the visual info i have. also i love specificity in faces.... i dont like to be a hater but when every character is drawn the same it pisses me off a little lmao. so

also dont take my word as The Only Way to do anything i just draw how i like to draw and no one should feel like these are things that Must be done to be a good artist or anything do whatever the hell u wanna do

#anyways my apologies that was. a lot #it will happen again if asked of me.#anon #ask #everyone has this stuff going on with their face and its really cool but capitalism and the beauty industry and whatnot #have been rotting peoples brains since the moment they came to be #the more u look at and appreciate how ur skin an muscles and bones interact with one another the more fine u are with your own face #trust me #because its really cool. like mechanically and stuff #idk if its like theraputic or something but maybe it is or maybe i think about it all way too much #how i draw #ive got some other similar things under that tag i think pertaining to merlin but still similar info

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shanastoryteller · 9 months

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happy pride! god zagreus, please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

It's not that difficult to find the bright, blazing light of Zagreus above the surface and pull himself there. He didn't even go very far - he's still on the same mountain as the entrance to the underworld.

Except when he appears, it's nothing like the mountaintop he remembers. All his angry words die on his tongue, replaced with a tentative sort of wonder.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Zagreus asks, beaming as he gestures to the lush forest and garden, full of plants and fruit that he's never seen before, in colors that shouldn't exist.

It's wild, but cultivated. They're in front of a fountain and there's a cobblestone path winding deeper into the forest, and even a hammock and a fishing pole near the pond, which is the part that he focuses on because it's the part that's connected to the Zagreus that he knows. He can easily imagine him lounging in that hammock for hours, pole held in a lazy grip that flicks back whenever he feels a bite.

"Prince?"

He turns and there is a woman coming up the path. She's beautiful, for a mortal, and just as lush as the greenery surrounding them. Zagreus's power is all around them, but she glows with it, giving her a subtle golden aura that any immortal could pick up on.

"Eliana," Zagreus says warmly. "Your father is taken care of. He was bragging about you to Sisyphus when I left."

She smiles, and it's tinged with sadness, but she says, "Thank you. You're all he talked about at the end. He was so excited to meet you."

He ducks his head. "Well, I hope I lived up to his expectations."

Zagreus had said that he wasn't married, but what else can this mortal be, who is cloaked in his power and speaks to him so casually? Thanatos's stomach flips then fills with acid.

"You never disappoint," she reassures, voice warm and fond and familiar. She flickers her eyes in his direction and raises an eyebrow.

"Ah," Zagreus's grin widens. "There's someone I want you to meet. This is Thanatos, the god of death, and, more importantly, he is my oldest and dearest friend."

She bows to him deeply, although she does not fully prostrate herself, which he feels uncharacteristically miffed about.

"Thanatos, this is Eliana. She is my high priestess. She oversees my the building of my temples and my orchards and is charged with discharging blessings in my name."

Ah.

No wonder she had not gotten to her knees before him. That level of devotion is reserved only for the god who's power she wields.

"You're a god," he says, staring at Zagreus, trying to reconcile everything he thought he knew with what's in front of him.

He smiles, teasing. "I've always been a god."

Yes and no.

He was always a god, but one without a domain. One without temples or worshippers or tributes. Even Thanatos doesn't have temples in his name.

"What are you the god of?" he asks, trying to ignore the tightness in his throat.

Eliana answers, "Our Prince is the god of life and the god of blood. Only he can provide shelter against the endless winter."

Thanatos blinks, because out of everything he's been told, this is the most unbelievable. "You - you're trying to stand against Demeter?"

"I have been standing against Demeter," he says, that familiar arrogance in every line of his body. "Who besides me? I am the son of the Lord of the Underworld and the Goddess of Spring. I will stave off death and call forth spring, for I am the god of life."

Fuck.

Thanatos misses a couple minutes ago when he thought they just had a civil war to deal with.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #hades game

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pablitogavii · 9 months

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Breakfast

Summary: Pablo having a hard time waking you up..SUPER CUTE! <3

Warnings: slightly smutty ;)

You were not a big morning person but since you started dating Pablo, you really enjoyed getting on his nerve as he tries to wake you up in the morning.

Pablo was naturally an early riser with his trainings happening before 8 o'clock every day but his girl always is such a whining mess whenever he tries to make her get up before 11 o'clock.

"Amoor? It's time to wake up princesa.." Pablo moved towards you kissing the side of your neck to your shoulder as you cuddled up further into the blankets whining at his request.

"Typical!" Pablo thought to himself pulling you back trying to get under the blanket with you but you cuddled up not letting him touch you because you didn't want to wake up.

"Oh come on now..let me hold you preciosa" Pablo pouted knowing that is your weak spot and you groaned letting him join you underneath the covers as he pulled you to lay on top of him.

"You're so grumpy in the morning amorcito.." Pablo giggled kissing your hair line and then raising your chin to finally leave a kiss on your hungry lips.

"Am not!" you said and he chuckled nodding his head and kissing you a few more times until you hid your face into his neck.

"Yeah, clearly.." he said tickling you a bit and you whined telling him to stop and trying to move away but he held you in place on top of him.

"And where do you think you're going nena??" Pablo teased knowing that you were very much sleepy and grumpy but not caring cause he is getting you up one way or another.

"Back to sleep!" you tried to fight again but he wouldn't let go making you sigh in annoyance cuddling into him and closing your eyes determined to get more sleep.

"Mm I think we should have some breakfast huh??" Pablo spoke playing with your hair which only lulled you back to sleep as you shook your head whining when he stopped and moved his hand away. You reached out for his hand putting it back in your hair but he refused to move.

"Fine!!!! I'll have breakfast if you play with my hair for five more minutes!" you said and he started massaging your scalp again making you sigh in content and kiss the top of your head.

"It's been five minutes nena?" Pablo smirked knowing that you were so close to fall asleep and that he just woke you up again making you of course whine.

"You're lucky you're so cute right now or I would fight you.." Pablo giggled laying you down and hovering above you before leaning down and capturing your lips.

"Mmm let me sleep Pablito!" you moved your face to the side and Pablo used the opportunity to kiss the side of your neck which tickled and made you snake your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you.

"Princesa, I need to get ready for training and have some breakfast" Pablo smirked trying to pull away but your hands were snaked around his neck and he held himself on top of you with raised eyebrows.

"Mm you can have breakfast here.." you smile feeling your cheeks blush when he smirked nodding his head and starting to touch your legs and slowly opening them up.

"Mm I don't know..are you nutritious?" he smirked starting to kiss down your stomach looking up and waiting for a response.

"Muy.." you say and he smirked continued to kiss lower.

"And are you tasty??" he smirked finally reaching your panties kissing them once before pulling away teasingly and you whined nodding your head.

"Soo tasty amor.." you moan and he smirked nodding his head and taking them off slowly before moving up and catching your lips as you both smile mischievously into the kiss.

"How do you always get what you want huh??" he asked after pulling away and you ran your hands through his hair smirking and kissing his lips quickly.

"Mm I have you wrapped around my little finger golden boy" you wink and he smirked nodding his head and kissing your deeply before finally moving down to have him "breakfast'" ;)

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1-800-local-slut · 4 months

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Decisions

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad ending, lies and deceit, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, broken family, break ups, arguing, reader has a bad mom, mention of smut, kinda creepy Rio, abusive childhood, suicidal thoughts, recreational drug use, mentions of sex but no smut, Rio calls Beth annoying but make no mistake I love me some Beth, slight canon divergence, not proof read we die like men 💪🏾

Rio get’s close to the reader, due to him having an issue with her mother. He falls for her and they start dating but 8 months into their relationship she finds out the first six months of their relationship was a lie. She realizes she can’t trust him and dumps him.

PSA: The reader has an abusive mother and no father, there's only one mention of the reader getting punched in the face. If that's something that would trigger you then please don't read for your own sake

Please let me know if you guys enjoy!

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When he saw her for the first time, it was dark out. She was standing under the streetlight, waiting for her bus and Rio was standing in the bushes behind her. The light above made her luminescent, giving her dark skin and gorgeous glow. He didn't even know why it shocked him to see her there. He had been waiting for her after all.

It was a chilly April night, she was shivering. Rubbing her hands together and exhaling a puff of cold air. He even remembered thinking that it was weird how cold it was for April. She held her phone in her hand, her headphones lightly bled music. Rio could've stared at her all day, if only he wasn't here on business.

He needed to put some pressure on someone and this was how it needed to be done. Stepping out of the bush, Rio slid close to the target of the evening.

His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for some sort of entry point. She didn't notice him, he wasn't standing too close to her yet. With a final scan, he noticed the Jordan high tops that hugged her feet. Perfect.

Taking another step, a bigger step, he made sure his presence was known. Her eyes glanced up at him, a natural response. She carefully observed him, like she was deciding if she should take a large step away or just ignore him. The leaking music shut off and Rio fought back a smile. Best not to freak her out. It was time to finally put things into motion.

"Those shoes are nice, I was looking for a pair for my cousins quince gift but I couldn't find any in her size." Of course there was no way to start a conversation with a woman this late at night in t he middle of nowhere waiting for a bus without sounding like a creep but Rio was pressed for time.

She raised an eyebrow, and glance him up and down before she glanced at the time. Checking how much time before the bus came, smart.

"Thanks. I picked them up last week." Curt and to the point. Rio admired how quickly she went on the defense.

"They suit you. The color I mean. If you don't mind can I ask where you brought those? I just moved here, and I don't know where anything is." Her plump lips pushed into a straight line as if she was contemplating.

Mentally, he willed her to just go for it. Just take the bait, so the guy he had in the bushes who was about to take a few pictures for evidence could get something.

"Yeah, you just have to head to the store on 83rd. There's a place called Sole Symphony. You can get a good deal if you talk to the right person.

"Oh I passed that place on my drive in. I'm Rio, by the way." Extending his palm, Rio heard the bus pulling up behind them. Sure, he knew her name already. But what if he wanted to know more than just her name?

As she placed her hand in his and said her name, the doors of the bus slid open behind the two.

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"Baby what do you want to eat?" She was leaning on the arm of the couch, while Rio rested his head on her lap. Clad in one of Rio's black t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that outlined that ass he worshipped. Under the lights of her living room, she still looked radiant.

"What, you can't cook?" Rio teased, only to be playfully swatted on his head.

"Stop being annoying, I'm ordering dinner because someone's stupid self forgot to go to the grocery store."

"I forgot to go because you wanted to play around all day, so had to I come home and handle business." Rio smiled, a true smile. A smile he hadn't had in a really really long time. She giggled and bent her face closer to his, and hummed. She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, in a way that made Rio shudder.

"I only did that because you finished all my weed and then got me the wrong strain. So maybe that's your fault?" Rio rolled his eyes playfully, and accepted the soft kiss she planted on his lips.

It filled him with a warm, thick feeling. If someone made love into soup, it was filling his stomach at this very moment. Giving him a full, heavy feeling that Rio never wanted to lose. After a second they pulled apart and Rio stared deeply into her eyes. She did the same, like she could see Rio baring his soul to her.

Every now and again though, he remembered though that this was merely temporary. He never, and he cannot stress how much he means never, let himself fall for someone he was using for business. Still, some rules were meant to be broken.

Whenever he remembered that fact, when he remembered that once his debt was settled with her mother (the whole reason he approached her at that bus station in the first place), his heart died a bit.

The past four months had been nothing but a mix of stress and bliss. Stress, the stress of accidentally hurting the person who broke into his heart. Bliss, from laying with her just like this. Every night, or going to dinner with her. How six months could change a man so much was beyond him. Just being with her, even if it was technically for leverage. Though he would never hurt her.

Still, if she knew, it would hurt her more than anything. It would be like a knife, piercing her heart before twisting and causing her to bleed out unstoppably.

Realistically, speaking anyone would be. If you knew your drug addict mother got herself in too deep and your boyfriend was only with you for leverage against her, you'd be pretty cut up about it, wouldn't you?

The drug addict mother, who started exhibiting psychotic jealousy at what seemed like the moment you turned 12 , and who punched you in the mouth after you refused to be nice to her new boyfriend, who you fought so hard to get away from after your nightmare of a childhood? Who told you everyday that not only were you not shit but you'd never be shit? The mother you don't even tell people you have, like the father you never met?

How would you feel to find out that after fighting your entire life just to live a life that wasn't filled with filth, bearing your entire being to someone (the only one who knew the truth), that finally when you found happiness none of it was real? All because of the mother who you don't even acknowledge, after fighting tooth and nail to get as far as you could from, was still giving you grief.

It killed Rio to know all of this too. To see the scars that she trusted him enough to explain. To explain why she's afraid to have children of her own, to understand what made her into the beautiful, strong and confident woman she turned into too. How could Rio hurt someone who accepted him so wholly?

It made him sick to think about. Honestly, he felt like a toxic rapper who does his woman wrong and everyone but her seems to know. He felt like the definition of shit.

"...be?"

"Huh?"

"Is thai food alright with you, babe?"

"Yeah. Yeah sorry I just dosed off for a moment." Just like that, her voice was like a light shinning through the dark. Her face reflected concern, and she ran a manicured nail over his cheek. On instinct he clasped her hand in his.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice an even whisper. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her literally everything, and he meant everything. Everything about himself, not the partly fabricated tale he told her about his life for the sake of keeping her at an arms length.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rio gave a small chuckle.

"Nah just thinking about you mamas." Rio smirked up at her and saw her playful eye roll.

"Boy, if you don't do something with yourself." She laughed with a the smile he'd fallen in love with, pinching him on his chest and he winced before letting out a laugh. Rio grabbed his pants from the side of the couch where he hastily threw them when he came home to 'handle business'. Pulling out his wallet, he plucked his credit card out of the folds. He chuckled and handed it to her, where it was gracefully accepted. Within seconds, Rio felt like he could feel the money being pulled from his heart and his card.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, you keep an ear out for the food." She announced, slipping out from underneath him and leaving his head to connect with the couch.

"Without me though?" He watched her walk out of the living room and to her bathroom, sliding the boxers off in the process. If anything she was relentless in her desire to tease him.

"Don't be gross." She chastised, tossing her shirt off behind her and Rio admired her perfect body before she was out of sight and the door behind her closed.

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"Flowers?" Beth raised an eyebrow at the large bundle in the back of his car. Rio glanced back, the flowers and immediate reminder of what was waiting for him right after this. He couldn't even fight the grin. This girl had him feeling butterflies, kicking his feet and giggling when she wasn't even there and it was only eight months.

"For my lady." It was Fall now. The changing leaves reminded Rio of his changing heart, his changing mind. How he changed so much in the last eight months in so many ways that he couldn't even describe.

Coming up on their eight month anniversary and Rio wasn't even close to playing when it came to celebrating. That big ass bouquet was just the first part. He had a pair of matching necklaces for the two of them, a set of twin cuban links with a nice romantic saying, 'Semper Fidelis' (Always Faithful) carved into them.

Especially since his relationship with Beth had been a recent source of anger between the two. In all fairness, Rio told her he was involved in the stock market, which technically wasn't a lie. She knew he did something illegal though and didn't seem to care as long as neither of them got arrested.

What he didn't explain was what a big tittied white woman was doing calling his phone in the middle of the night and why she sounded so upset when she answered instead of him. Or why there were so many calls between the two of them when Rio was at work when Rio requested she don't blow his phone up when he's at work. Or why when he came home early to have lunch with her he had to leave in the middle because Beth had been blowing his phone up during their entire meal.

Honestly though, Rio knew better than to trip about it. Shit, Rio knew he wasn't even feeling Beth's annoying ass like that. If it was him, some dude called his girl in the middle of the night then had the audacity to sound annoyed when HE answered the phone? He would've flown off the handle before the call even hung up. He'd be out of bed, pulling up his pants and boxers, grabbing his gun and his keys and half way into his shoes.

"You have a girlfriend?" Beth asked, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth open in shock. Why did she look like a salmon?

"You sound shocked. I got game, Elizabeth. Anyways, about your issue tell your FBI man that I hit or whatever." Pushing down the button, she still sat there gaping at him.

"What...?" She blinked, hushing her voice as if someone was gonna hear them. Part of him wanted to tell her to get the fuck out so he could get the fuck home. But in the past eight months, he learned how to have a bit more patience.

"Tell him we made love." Wiggling his eyebrows he made a motion for her to get out of his vehicle and she made her way out. Thank God.

Turning on his engine he winded down the window of the passenger window.

"Make me sound good." And with that he was gone.

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As crazy and inebriated as her momma was for most of her childhood, sometimes she was smart. Like when she taught her how to fight when those girls at school wanted to jump her. Like when she taught her and her sisters to never and she meant NEVER leave your sister in a pinch no matter whats going on between you three. When she taught her how to hot wire a car, and especially when to know if a man was lying.

There were more life lessons, like how to make a crack pipe on the go or how to hide from the police but what can you really learn from someone who was drunk as shit most of your life?

So imagine how shocked and confused she was when she realized 'dang. my momma was right, all niggas are liars.' because her boyfriend had been lying to her their entire relationship? Was it lying or omission? Was she gonna pack her shit and leave without a word to his no-good-low-down-lying-scheming-dirty-bastard self, or put hands on him and go to jail? Lots of decisions for a girl to make in one night. One thing she did decide on the moment she got that phone call from her mom this morning, and got those photos that were taken that first night they met: it was over.

She wished all she felt was anger but that was a lie. With Rio, no Christopher, things were easy. She really was in love, he made her heart swell up like a balloon. When she was at her worse, he was right there and understood and helped her in the best way he could. Understood her anger, understood her sadness. Whatever choice she made, he stood behind it no matter what. He wasn't the type of guy (maybe he could've been, it was clear that she had no clue who he really was) to just sit there and act like he always knew better than you. No, he listened to her, gave her an ear and when she asked for it advice.

This hurt. This wasn't just sadness and betrayal, it was despair. To know that after she fought to get away from her mother. After she got up, walked out that house with nothing but the clothes on her back and said 'if i'm homeless i'm homeless, but its better than being with you' and never saw her again it was only because of that woman that she met someone who she was so head over heels for.

Because of that woman she was sitting here, heart broken. She was sitting here, after sobbing her eyes out in disbelief, after deleting every single picture of the two out of her phone. She was sitting here drowning in rage and betrayal. No. No for once, she couldn't put all the blame on her.

Christopher made the choice to play in her face. He made the choice to waste eight months of her life. To lie, and say he loved her like would be the only woman for him. He probably was cheating on her with that white bitch (with a name like Elizabeth she had to be) and they were probably laughing at her for the past eight months cuddled up together. He made the choice and she fell for it. Outside, the lights of his car pulling up roused some sort of rage deep inside of her. A little voice in her head spoke, it said take a bottle to the backside of his head.

Taking the bottle of liquor next to her, and rearing her arm back over her head she pondered if she was really going to listen to that little voice.

It an easy decision to make.

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"You stupid fuck! Really Christopher, this is what we on?" The scream, and the bottle hitting the wall right next to the door was his greeting. Not a 'hi baby, how was work' like usual. He could already guess he was not about to hit tonight.

"What the fuck? What is your problem?" He yelled back, in this instance he was justified in his screaming considering the murder attempt.

"My problem? My problem? You dickhead, your my fucking problem! You thought shit was sweet? You thought I was just gonna let it slide?" She laughed, anger literally rolling off her.

Taking a moment to look around Rio noticed a few things: the photo of them that was on the table next to her couch was tipped over, the glass shattered the frame on the ground. There was a half empty bottle of wine and a broken glass in the sink. There was a manilla folder, one that he was praying he didn't recognize (but he was starting to think he did), clutched in her shaking hand. Her curly hair was a mess, like she'd been tugging at it in anger.

Sure he knew she'd always been a little bit crazy, he was actually really into it, but did he think this was how their eighth anniversary would start? Nope.

His stomach started to drop. It had been a few months since his business with her mother ended and he was truly hoping from the bottom of his heart hoping she would never find out. He ruled out her mother somehow finally worrying about her enough to tell her.

"What is that?" Rio asked, slamming the door behind him and stepping into the apartment fully. Her neighbors only needed to hear the first part of their exchange, nothing more. She took three defiant steps backwards. The lights were all off, and only the TV was on.

"Got this in the fucking mail today." She growled, throwing the packet at his face. Clear as day, the pictures he had taken of them. For proof. One the first night they met, two on their first date, three when they went to the arcade together and played every game you both could manage and he found himself really trying to impress her. That was when he realized her had a bit of a problem. Then a few more, but eventually they stop after the first two months of their relationship.

The next four months of them being together he resorted to threats and by some miracle her mother found a way to pay off her debts and he was done with her by month six. But not using her for only two out of eight months of their relationship was not a good look.

An awkward silence settled over the two, his stomach feeling heavy. He started to feel warm from shame and fear. The room felt like it was spinning and his mouth felt dry. Even before she said it he knew that he just lost the best thing in his life.

"And some phone calls. Not only did you fucking use me, you also threatened my mom and found my sisters houses?! You dickhead, I'll kill you." She roared, throwing a near by object, which he narrowly dodged.

"Why did you play in my fucking face? For eight fucking months you decided to play in my face and be laid up with me and act like you love me, are you serious?" His head hung low, shame and disappointment and anger. Anger because he knew one thing for sure, this was no ones fault but his. He made the decisions he made. That was on no one but him.

"What you can't fucking talk now? You don't know words? But when that hoe Beth called you could sit up on the phone with her about bullshit right?" She yelled. Rio couldn't even find words. Where should he even start? Beth seemed like the worse place to start.

"Right?" She yelled again, getting in his face before stepping back and breaking into deranged laughter putting a hand on her forehead in outrage. He was panicking. What did he do? Yell at her when he knew he was wrong? Yell at himself for hurting her? What was he even supposed to do in a situation like this? A dry and tear-filled laugh shook him from his thoughts.

"Why though? Why did you do this, I trusted you. I gave you my heart, I gave you my fucking everything. If you can't trust you, then what can I trust?!" The broken sob cut through Rio like a knife. She threw her arms out and drunkenly staggered a bit. She stared, eyes pleading for an answer. An explanation. Anything? But for the first time in a long ass time, Rio had no idea what to say. He felt his palms sweat, gaze still fixed on the photos.

She would never smile at him the way she was in those pictures again. And she grinned as bright as the Sun in each photo except for the first.

When she was still met with silence, Rio resigned. He wanted to say something. Damn, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just sitting there? She was just as confused (surely more confused) as Rio.

"I can't believe this. I let you in and you really sat there and played with me. And you really don't got shit to say either? Well guess what nigga, it's done. I'll die before you hear my voice again, before you ever seem me again. And I could sit up here and yell and scream at you but you know what my momma taught me? As worthless as she was she taught me one thing: the best way to hurt a man is to move on. Get the fuck out." And just like that, before Rio could even say a word it was all over.

The next few minutes were a blur. A trash bag with all his shit was thrown out the window after he was shoved out of her apartment. All the gifts he'd gotten her, the shoes, the jewelry, even her cart that had her name custom printed on it, were tossed out there too. Rio sat out there, outside her apartment complex for what felt like hours.

Shit it probably had been hours. The flowers in the back taunted him. He wanted to stomp on them, he wanted to kick and scream at the world. Why did he fucking do that? For his job of course. Fuck that job, look where it got him. Standing outside the apartment of the love of his life.

Worse, he didn't even speak to defend himself, and she tossed him out so quick that it left his head spinning. He wasn't even sure how he walked to the elevator and made his way to his car. He wanted to die, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to go all the way back in time and tell himself to call off everything and meet her some other way. Now he lost everything that could've been lost to him.

And it was all because of his decisions.

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kangnina · 11 days

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MDNI - Naïve!Jungwon 16 …because Jungwon took off his glasses and said “I can’t be a villain” in his Weverse live today....

a/n: AHHHHH, I love it when they say things that make my ramblings seem… umm… not completely delusional... ANYWAYZ... Final chapter friends. Thank you for reading.

Jungwon made your birthday extra special. Breakfast in bed and flowers. He took you to the movies and then to your favorite restaurant where he officially proposed. The patrons cheered and congratulated the two of you. You were as giddy as a girl could ever be. Jungwon barely closed the door to your apartment before your clothes were coming off. Your little red dress sails across the room and you’re left with nothing but your stilettos. The birthday cake, he baked (and almost burnt) will have to wait. You tear his shirt open, buttons flying.

“Damn!” Jungwon raises an eyebrow before pushing you gently onto the couch. He peels his shirt off and quickly removes his pants and underwear. He’s on you in an instant, kissing you like his life depends on it. You wrap your legs around his, taking out the lamp on the side table in the process. You both hear the shatter and burst into laughter.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, Noona. You’re an animal, baby,” he says, teasing your wet pussy with the tip of his cock. You give a playful growl before covering your face with embarrassment. Jungwon smiles.

“But I have you. What does that say about you?” you ask him.

“Well, you did try to break me too…” he says, sinking into you. He kisses your ankle, glasses askew. Jungwon immediately starts at a brutal pace. You grab on to anything you can. Hands landing on a couch cushion above your head. “Look at you now. Hmm? I own this pussy.” he groans. “Say it.” Your body is quaking beneath him as your words get tangled up in cries of pleasure. Too close already.

“Fuuckk, I’m yours. Wonnieee,” you cry out as he fucks you through your orgasm. Jungwon bends over to kiss you, stealing the moans escaping from your mouth.

All showered up and comfy in pajamas, Jungwon leads you into the kitchen for your birthday cake. “You don’t have to eat it if it’s gross. I tried my best,” he says shyly. You kiss his cheek.

“I know you did Jungwonie.” He lights the candles. You close your eyes tightly to make a wish. There’s not much to wish for. Jungwon has given you everything and more. Love. Happiness. Protection… that’s it. You blow out the candles.

“What did you wish for, baby?” Jungwon smiles, kissing your cheek. You cut into the cake, putting a piece onto a plate before swipe icing off the cake with the knife. Placing the blade on your tongue and slowly licking the icing off while looking into his eyes.

“I wish that no one ever finds out what you did to Kyle,” you say softly.

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How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

#no payment necessary !!!!!!#i have too much fun with this alfhskak fucking akfbdjakak dork !!!!!#i can't. i literally can't with him.#he makes me nuts i'm going nuts #i just wanna AKFBDIRHWKALOQ #he's such a AJDBFJEIQIANKZKAL #i have to go lie down i cant do this with him right now #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ theme: nerd kiri

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Academic Rivals to Lovers Part 8

previous part ~ masterlist

summary: Your travel course is going to Old Valyria for the week! The trip you've looked forward to all semester long. You and Aemond define the relationship. warnings: 18+ (p in v, fingering, oral fem receiving, praise kink, titty sucking, slight body worship, hand over mouth), language word count: 2.7k note: our academic rivals are back! thank you for the love and support, I know this one holds a special place in your hearts and ilysm 💖

“Are you sitting next to me or your boy toy?” Baela asks, emptying her carry-on into the plastic bins provided.

You flash her a look of annoyance to which she only shrugs.

“It’s a valid question,” she tells you.

You shake your head, taking a bin. Removing your laptop and other electronics along with your shoes, you hurriedly place them on the conveyer belt.

“My assigned seat is next to you,” you tell her, giving her a cheeky grin.

“Yeah but I’m sure his seat buddy would switch with you,” she tells you, moving down the line, “Don’t you want to sit next to your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you answer, much too quickly.

Baela raises an eyebrow at that.

“You’ve been spending every weekend together, every night together-”

“We have to watch our show,” you interrupt.

Baela purses her lips.

“That’s couple behavior,” she tells you.

“Well he hasn’t asked me yet,” you inform her, “So it’s not official.”

“He better get on it then,” she says scoffing, “That’s your man, what’s he doing?”

You frown, opening your mouth to answer when your professor decides to speak.

“Everyone, come along, gather around,” Professor Orwylle says, holding a small flag above his head to direct the students.

You push through the remainder of security, struggling to get your sneakers back on as Baela grips your arm tugging you toward the group. You spot Aemond easily, he stands out as he towers above the rest of the group. Professor Orwyle smiles.

“How exciting, to be embarking on our journey!” he muses, “We’ve spent all semester talking about the culture of Old Valyria, their language, and their customs, and now we get to experience them firsthand! How privileged we are to experience this.”

The class mumbles in agreement, and you nod eagerly. It’s true, one of the reasons you took this course was because of the travel component. You meet Aemond’s eyes and he smirks slightly. He looks so fucking good. How does someone look that good for a six-hour flight?

Carry-on slung over his shoulder he’s wearing a simple black cotton t-shirt that hugs his biceps. Grey sweatpants cover his lower half, slung low on his slim waist. Your eyes drop to the sliver of skin that shows as he stretches, revealing the beginning of his v-line. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Earth to Y/N,” Baela teases under her breath, “You’re drooling on your shoes.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, knocking your shoulder against hers.

“The ruins of ancient Valyria,” Professor Orwyle continues, smiling proudly, “What an adventure, we are going on together.”

He checks his watch.

“Plenty of time before we board, so ready your minds, your hearts!” he continues and you look at Baela, stifling a giggle.

“Um Professor?” Jace Velaryon says glancing at his ticket.

“What is it Jace?”

“Shouldn’t we be boarding now?” he asks, showing his ticket.

Professor Orwyle glances at it, eyes widening as he notes the time he incorrectly read beforehand.

“Okay! Okay! Everyone, let’s go!”

Suddenly you’re all sprinting through the airport, desperately trying to make it to your gate. By some miracle you all make it, shoving your tickets through the scanner and bounding down the hallway onto the plane. You follow Balea to your seats, luckily they’re rows of two. You glance across the cabin, spotting Jace Velaryon next to Aemond. Aemond rises from the seat, walking down the aisle to converse with Professor Orwyle.

Baela glances at you, noting your wishful expression before rolling her eyes.

“Will you go over there?” she teases, “Ask Jace to switch seats.”

“I’m not abandoning you,” you tell her.

“Please, leaving me with big dick Jace is hardly abandonment,” she tells you.

“How do you know his dick is big?” you whisper, eyes wide.

“Please,” Baela says, rolling her eyes, “Have you seen his walk? Big dick walk.”

You giggle and glance at Jace.

“You sure?” you ask Baela.

“Positive,” she assures you, “Go get your man.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you make your way across the cabin to Jace.

“Hey Jace,” you say, walking up to him, “How’s it going?”

“Hey Y/N,” he says smiling, “Good, though I do get a little nervous flying.”

“I get that,” you tell him, “Um can I ask you something?”

Jace nods, brown eyes wide.

“Would you mind switching seats with me?” you ask, “I know you have a seat next to Aemond and I was hoping to sit next to him.”

“Oh, are you guys a thing?” Jace asks.

“Sort of,” you answer, “Baela’s a good seat neighbor.”

Jace looks behind you and you follow his gaze. Baela tilts her head, waving at both of you. Jace’s cheeks begin to turn a pale pink and he clears his throat.

“Sure, yeah. Yeah! Yeah, I can totally switch with you,” Jace says, standing nervously, whacking his head against the overhead bin, “Ow-”

“Are you okay?” you ask, concerned as he grabs his carry-on.

“Yup, pretend that didn’t happen, I’m begging you,” he says wincing.

“I don’t think she saw,” you tell him, smiling gently.

Jace’s cheeks darken and he hurries by you, eager to get to his seat next to Baela. As you take the window seat, Aemond joins you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says teasingly.

“Jace switched with me,” you tell him, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Lucky me,” he answers, lifting the armrest that separates you, “It would have been a long flight without you.”

His hand curves around the meat of your thigh as he finishes his sentence, long fingers affectionately digging into the soft flesh. Your gaze falls to his sweats once more, those fucking grey sweatpants. You can practically see the entire outline of his dick, he’s probably not even wearing underwear.

“What?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing,” you tell him, blushing, “I’m just happy to have this seat.”

Aemond hums, squeezing your thigh.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks, holding out a headphone to you.

Your heart flutters in your chest. It’s cute, and very un-Aemond Targaryen to offer to share headphones and watch a movie together. You take his offer, giving him a small smile and leaning closer to him.

When you finish the first movie, the cabin is dark with several members of your class sleeping. The flight was a redeye, you’re meant to arrive at Old Valyria in the morning. You glance over at Baela, who has a snoring Jace Velaryon resting his head on her shoulder. Baela’s eyes are closed as well, cheek pressed against his head. You smile at the sight.

“Looks like everyone is out cold,” you whisper to Aemond, jerking your chin at the rest of the cabin.

Aemond looks around, pointing at Professor Orwyle who’s mumbling in his sleep, noise-canceling headphones still securely over his ears. You snicker slightly, before curling into Aemond’s side. He brings an arm around you, holding you close.

“Sleep does sound inviting, right about now,” you admit, yawning for dramatic effect.

Aemond hums in response, closing his eye. You’re ready to get comfortable and spend the rest of the flight snuggled against him when Baela’s words hit you. Couple behavior. You sit up suddenly, warmth flooding through you.

“What?” Aemond asks, noting your expression.

“Um, nothing,” you say nervously, peeling yourself from his body, “I just have to go to the bathroom.”

Aemond’s gaze flickers across your face, sensing you’re hiding something. But he nods, and stands, allowing you to pass.

You walk down the dimly lit aisle toward the bathrooms, frantically shoving yourself into the small space. The bright light makes your eyes squeeze shut involuntarily as they take a few moments to adjust. You splash some water on your face, listening to the gentle hum of the plane’s engine, before gazing at your reflection.

“Chill out,” you tell yourself, “Everything’s good.”

Gods you're so nervous. But Baela’s right. You have been acting like a couple. Why hasn’t Aemond asked you to be his girlfriend? Does he want a girlfriend? Should you ask him to be your boyfriend?

You chew your lip, lost in thought as a gentle tap comes on the door. As you open it, your eyes widen as Aemond joins you in the small space, closing the door quickly behind him.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as he flicks the lock.

“Something’s wrong,” he tells you, “Something’s bothering you, I can tell.”

You cross your arms over your chest, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you tell him.

Aemond tilts his head to the side and you glance up at him. He’s not buying it. Not one bit.

“It’s just,” you begin, sighing, “something Baela said that’s all.”

“What did she say?” he asks.

You bite your lip. You’re starting to feel foolish.

“Just, she just mentioned how we are acting very couple-ish,” you tell him, “but we haven’t really….. defined the relationship.”

A moment of silence hangs between you and you look at him again. His eyebrows are knit together, the chiseled face is lost in thought. Oh gods, maybe he doesn’t want this, maybe-

“I mean I was waiting for the right time,” Aemond says suddenly, “Preferably not in an airplane bathroom. But…”

Your heart stops beating, eyes widening as you look at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand in his, “I’d really love it if you’d be my girl.”

Your face flushes and a grin breaks out across your face. He wants to be your boyfriend. He wants you.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Aemond says chuckling, “I’ve wanted you to be for a while. I was hoping there would be a moment on this trip for a little getaway where I could officially ask you. But someone,” he squeezes your hand, “is a little impatient.”

“My only flaw,” you tell him, grimacing.

Aemond chuckles at that, tugging you closer and pressing his lips to yours. The plane shudders as he kisses you, causing you to stumble into him, pressing against his solid chest. You break the kiss with a giggle.

“We should probably get back to our seats,” you tell him, as his hands dip underneath your sweatshirt and caress the skin of your waist.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, kissing you once more, “I’ve missed you.”

Aemond’s hands move around your hips, grabbing your asscheeks and lifting you onto the counter of the sink. The space is tiny, but with you now seated on the counter it creates a roomier space. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, dragging your nails down the back of his neck.

He shivers at the action, and you smile into his mouth. Aemond grabs the side of your face before latching his lips to the soft skin of your neck, sucking harshly. You whine as he does so, and he pauses briefly.

“Shhh baby,” he murmurs, kissing your throat, ��you have to be quiet.”

“Aemond,” you breathe, “Shit, we shouldn’t do this-”

Aemond hums, hand dipping below your sweatshirt and creeping up toward your breasts. He massages the sensitive mounds in his large hands, kissing your neck all the while, before stopping to tear your sweatshirt over your head. You’re only wearing a tank top underneath, no bra because who wants to wear a bra during a long flight? Not you.

Aemond pulls the material off, scrunching it around your middle to free your breasts before connecting his hot mouth to your nipples and sucking. You throw your head back as pleasure tingles through you, spreading toward below your naval.

“Fuck!” you squeak as he removes his mouth with a lewd, wet pop and brings it to your other breast, “Oh gods.”

He swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple before sucking once more, using his hand to grop the flesh that doesn’t make it into his mouth. He hums against you, looking up through hooded eyes as his mouth works wonders.

“You getting all nice and wet, baby?” he murmurs, rolling the sensitive nub of your nipple between his teeth, biting down ever so gently, “I know how much you love this.”

“Yes,” you whimper, legs closing around his waist, caging him against you.

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, right here?” he asks, burying his face in your tits once more, “Fucking love this body.”

“We have to be quick,” you tell him, thighs trembling from just the attention he’s given your tits, “Aem, if we’re doing this-”

“Shhh,” he says, bringing a finger to your lips, “Let me take care of my girl.”

With that, he pulls your leggings down, peeling them from your body leaving you spread out on the counter, cunt glistening with your arousal. He kneels, dragging a finger through your soaked folds.

“Just fuck me,” you beg, feeling the curve of his nose press into you, nudging against your puffy clit causing your eyes to roll, “Aem, we need to be quick-”

Words fail you as he swirls his tongue expertly over your throbbing clit. Your nails dig into his shoulder, a stifled whine managing to slip through your lips.

“Come whenever you want, pretty girl,” Aemond murmurs between kitten licks.

Soft slurping noises fill the small space as you desperately try to keep quiet. Every flick of his tongue sends you closer to the edge, and when you feel his long fingers press into your opening crooking up against your spongy walls you shake violently, body wracked with pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, “Come all over my face.”

You bite the back of your hand as you come, orgasm flooding through you like a wave of fire. A thin coat of sweat covers you as Aemond rises, connecting your lips once more in a passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth, tasting your release as you blindly pull down his sweatpants releasing his hard cock, hot and heavy as it slaps against your thigh.

His large hands drag you to the edge of the counter and you guide him toward your throbbing center. The stretch he gives you truly never gets old, it steals the breath from your lungs each time he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

“Fucking made for me,” he groans against your shoulder as he snaps his hips against you.

Wet, slapping sounds fill the space, the scent of sex evident in the air.

“Fuck, fuck-” you can’t stop the words that spill from your lips and Aemond brings his hand up to cover your mouth as he continues to pound into you.

Your ass dips into the curve of the sink, and Aemond holds your hip firmly to keep you from slipping with every passionate thrust he awards you. The other he keeps securely over your mouth, muffling your moans. Your pussy clenches around him, fluttering around his thick cock as he drives his hips against you.

“That’s my girl, come all over my cock,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against your ear, “Doing such a good job.”

Nails digging into his shoulders, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes you fall apart, second orgasm flooding through you, trickling through your veins like magma and making your vision blur.

“Fuuuck,” Aemond practically whimpers as you feel his cock twitch inside you before flooding your inner walls with his warm release.

He kisses you as he does, and doesn’t stop as you feel him begin to soften, gently sliding out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, desperate to stay this close to him. Your skin, slick with sweat clings to the fabric of his shirt as his large hands stroke down your sides.

Finally, you pull away, catching your breath. Aemond smirks slightly, helping you fix your tank top before you slide down off the counter.

Aemond wipes the fog from the mirror with his forearm.

“You should go first,” you tell him, “I need to pee.”

Aemond smirks at you.

“Sure you’re not trying to keep this lowkey still?” Aemond teases.

“Get out of here,” you say with a laugh as he leaves the bathroom.

You finish collecting yourself before exiting the stall and heading back to your seat. Some of your classmates are awake, listening to music, watching movies. As Aemond stands to let you into the seats, you grab the front of his shirt pulling him into a kiss.

When you break away, Aemond is smirking slightly, arching a brow at you.

“What?” you ask, “I can’t kiss my boyfriend?”

“You can kiss your boyfriend whenever you want,” he assures, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

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𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 ♡ choi yeonjun. ⇝ teaser

For the past two years, you have been an ordinary—if a bit more stressed than others—college student with a life so normal, it almost falls on the wrong side of boring. And then in the middle of one uneventful night, your college’s darling ace student, ace sportsman, the ace cutie that every girl has a crush on, Choi Yeonjun decides to slip into your dorm room – and your life turns upside down.

❧ choi yeonjun x f. reader | 16+ | college!au ♡ strangers to lovers!au ♡ humor ♡ fluff

❧ words! 1 k for the teaser [~8 k for the entire fic]

❧ warnings! profanity, suggestive language, exams related anxiety, incorrect econ major related discord + and more in the actual fic (:

❧ note! hey, everyone! tho i'm not a fan of teasers without a concrete posting date, i needed to put sth out there for the sake of my brain :// mental health's been on a rollercoaster and writer's block been heavy this spring! i hope y'all enjoy this lil cracked up (and a lil concerning) bite of fluff and anticipate the actual fic!

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Sighing again, you blindly move your hand towards the light switch in the room – only for a hand to wrap around your wrist.

Wha—

Heart stopping and brain freezing in bone-chilling fear, you unhinge your jaw to let out a scream. But not even a whole second later, a palm is placed over your parted lips and a body pushes you to the wall next to the light switch with an urgent hush whispered in your ear.

“Please don’t scream, I’m not gonna harm you, I just need your help!”

The stranger sounds and feels like a male.

What the hell is a strange man doing in your very all-girls dorm?

You wanna scream louder, something that this stranger senses because he suddenly presses his body tighter against you, this time dipping his face into the crook of your neck, lips against the shell of your ear when he shushes you.

Okay, now why did that cover your entire body with goosebumps? Of the good kind?

“I’m not a creep I swear, I was just escaping an embarrassing situation and this room was unlocked so I slipped in, please let me explain!”

You try to calm yourself down, taking a deep breath which immediately lets you know that this not a creep actually smells really heavenly. You kinda wanna sniff him again, but catch yourself at the last moment.

Leaning your head farther away to press it against the wall, you narrow your eyes at the short-haired silhouette of the guy that is lit up at the edges due to the light entering the room from the window directly behind him. The hand which held your wrist moves, then, and flicks the light switch.

You immediately squeeze your eyes shut due to the blast of photons across the room, and the stranger slowly steps away from you, very tenderly letting go of your mouth – which had honestly started to hurt a little – at the end. Massaging the side of your jaw, you slowly open one of your lids, and then the other.

Then you blink. And blink again. And nearly have an aneurysm because damn does the campus It-Boy look even hotter up close.

Choi Yeonjun stands before you in his pale orange hair glory, wearing a fitted off-sleeves, off-white sweater. And, shit, are those pearls around his neck? Yes. Yes, they are.

While you’re still hovering in the limbo between shock and awe, the guy launches into a rushed and stuttered explanation.

“Th–thanks for not screaming. I’m… Ugh, I don’t even know where to begin, but like – I – I was trying to surprise my girlfriend who lives in this very dorm, a floor above—you know, where all popular seniors live—and, um, just as I reacher her door I heard sounds of the…sexual nature…echoing inside, so – so I investigated and guess what? My girlfriend is fucking my best friend behind my back!”

Your jaw drops open. “I… what the hell, man?” you whisper, stunned and disgusted. “That’s so awful…”

“Right? And embarrassing.” He shakes his head. Then his eyebrows suddenly fly up. “Oh! I am Choi—”

“Yeonjun, the uni’s ace Senior. I know. Everyone does.”

A faint blush rises up his cheeks, lips pursing as he shrugs one bare shoulder. Okay, damn, his biceps have got some good definition. “Yeah… well. So you know how I was—or still am, I guess—in a relationship with—”

“Kim Yerim? Know that too, unfortunately, all my friends in all the srats are obsessed with y’all.” You give a small sigh. “Her cheating is such a pity.”

“God, I know right? This is gonna be so horrible,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and bites down on his lip.

You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Um, excuse me? Is that all? I’m sorry for you, man, truly, but um, can you leave now? You’re really wasting my very precious time.”

He really is. The only reason why you didn’t flip out yet was because—as embarrassing as it—you were distracted by the guy’s astonishingly good looks. But his beauty isn’t gonna help you pass tomorrow’s exam.

Suddenly regretting wasting the ten minutes that you had saved by ditching Chaeryeong at the convenience store, you clap your hands together and reach for your door. “Great talk! Or not? I guess? See you around, Choi Yeonjun!”

His eyes grow very wide at that and both hands come up to stop you from unlocking your door, before you have even made the move to fully turn around, and—

Oh.

Now you’re caged between the door and both his arms. The same arms with all that muscular definition you just saw up close.

“Please don’t kick me out. Let me stay here. Please.”

This time it is your eyes that bulge out. “The hell? Why?”

He retracts his hands to brace one of them on his waist and pinch the bridge of his nose with the forefinger and thumb of the other. “I can’t leave…”

You lean away from him. “Dude, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on? You’ve come to the absolutely worst person. And if you’re looking for a rebound hook-up… well, could you wait till I’m done with tomorrow’s exam?”

Yeonjun’s face goes from confused to intrigued to humorous. “None of those, actually, but – I’ll keep your offer in mind.”

His wink shoots sparks through you and you immediately purse your lips. “It wasn’t an—okay, then what do you want? My econ exam is tomorrow and I stand to lose all my credits if I flunk this, so please—”

“Wait, econ?” He spins on his heels to peek at your textbook and the slides you had pulled up on your laptop, leaving you gaping behind him. “Ooh, Consumer Behavior? This is a good one. D’you have flash cards? Don’t skip decision roles, Professor Jeon is obsessed with ’em.”

You look at the guy with wide eyes. “Uh—what?”

Looking at you over his shoulder, Yeonjun flashes you a grin. “You’re talking to a 99 scorer in Consumer Behavior.”

— COMING SOON!

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Hiii i saw you’re taking requests rn :)

Reade is in the family suit watching the game and suddenly doesnt feel good and coughs blood and then passes out. The other gf and wives (they love reader) trying to help. Maybe she has a cerebral hemorrhage and is rushed to the hospital. They cant get a hold of joey at first amd reader is scared and only sees him after surgery

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PAIRING ➔ joe burrow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ mentions of blood, passing out, fainting & hospitalization (do not read if topic is sensitive to you! i am not forcing you to read this story!)

SYNOPSIS ➔ everything seems to not be going to well with y/n, what happens when joe can’t reach her?

A/N ➔ i had to change some stuff around (sorry anon!!!!) + if this is a triggering topic, please do not read for your own well-being! i also tried to do as much research as i could for this one, so please if there are any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know!

usually you’d been excited for game days, except this time, it felt different.

you’d woke up that morning feeling incredibly groggy and exhausted, but you kept it pushing since you didn’t want make joe nervous.

it was the biggest game of the season, the AFC championship. joe had been pushing himself for this game and you were undoubtedly behind him for every single step.

you observed how hard he worked, even in the times he was so sore he could barely move, he wanted to be out there with his team and make them proud.

the clock read 8:45 am, just barely missing the alarm, you sat up and rubbed the slumber from your eyes and stretched.

looking back, joe, who was comfortably sleeping on his back and you watched the lazy sun just narrowly peeking through the blinds, hit his skin. getting up to get ready, you figured joe could use a little extra sleep so you let him sleep and left him to go to the bathroom.

usually when you got up in the morning, you weren’t sensitive to the lights at all really as they never affected you, but in that moment, you were oddly sensitive to them today.

carrying it with a grain of salt, you left the bathroom, the clock now reading 8:55 am, you approached the bed and ran a hand up and down joe’s back.

you laughed quietly seeing his face smushed into the pillow, before kissing his cheek, “wake up sleepyhead!” you whispered said as his eyes slowly opened.

a smile slowly etched onto his face, regularly he was a heavy sleeper, this time all it took was a kiss from you to wake him up, “good morning” he said, the rasp in voice very prominent.

you both smiled as you leaned back down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

you’d never admit it but you loved his morning voice, although you were almost sure joe knew that.

normally you two had never been this late leaving the house, but your body was against you today. you couldn’t pin point what was going on, but you hoped that it would stop soon. nothing like this had ever happened before, so why now?

once you arrived at the stadium, you turned and looked at joe, “now, i know i say this before every game day, but you know i love you. don’t get into your head too much, joey. you’ll do great, i know you will.” you told him as he smiled above you.

“thank you my love, i’ll try not to psych myself out”, he said which made you furrow your eyebrows and look at him, “okay, okay, i was joking! but i got it. i love you.” he said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you smiled and waved goodbye as he left to go practice.

you headed up to the family suite and were immediately met with the other wives and girlfriends of the other players, the first to approach you, was meggi.

you two had known each other for quite some time now and were excited to find out that your boyfriends would be playing on the same team.

you all sat down and caught up with each other, as if you didn’t do that any other day with them. time had passed by and eventually the game had begun and was already in its 2nd quarter.

but that wasn’t before you were hit with the most severe headache you’ve ever before felt something thick, trickling down your nose, blood.

kayla, who wasn’t standing too far from you, noticed you and she made her way towards you, “y/n, what’s going on?” she said, before grabbing a few napkins and helping you hold them towards your nose.

you shook your head as felt like you could barely speak, “i don’t know, one minute i’m perfectly fine, next thing i know my head is killing me and my nose is bleeding.”

you said before putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to relieve the pressure of the headache somehow. you thought you could physically feel your heart beating faster and directly out of your chest right now.

chassidy was helping you stand and at this point everyone was nervous, meggi & iris making calls down to medical assistance and even the team assistant in hopes for them to reach joe, but nothing was working and nobody was answering back.

the dimmed lights and cold air felt very foreign to you, somewhat uncomfortable, and making you unreasonably anxious.

the only thing that was even capable were the faint beeping of the monitors around you and the faint voices heard out in the hallway.

you did your best to make out the voices, but there was no luck. heading the door open, you slowly looked over seeing joe’s figure, you smiled, yet, his eyes were nearly bloodshot red and puffy.

you’d never been so confused as to why he was crying.

joe quickly hugged you, yet, he was careful. he wasn’t sure what was going on with the love of his life, he didn’t want to hurt her more than she already was.

“hi my love.” he said as you quickly hugged him back, that feeling of love coming back to you.

“hi joey, did you win the game?” you said, clearly oblivious to the major traumatic event that occurred.

joe softly pulled away from you allowing you to rest, he laughed tenderly as he wiped the few tears from his eyes that seemingly escaped without him noticing, “yes y/n we won.” he said, which made you slightly cheer.

“so what happened?” you asked him, he sighed before he looked down, “you had a cerebral hemorrhage y/n,” you started to remember everything from that entire morning. from the groggy feeling and the sensitivity, to the splitting headache, and finally the nose bleed.

“the doctors don’t know how it happened, they checked family history, they found nothing.” he said, you softly grabbed his hand, “i’m okay now though joey.” you smiled, he nodded in agreement.

“but i’m watching you with my every move y/n, you got that?” he said pointing to you, making a ridiculous face,

“yes sir burrow!” you said laughing.

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