#watch me be absolutely dead wrong in two weeks-
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— let the light in
pairing: jessie fleming x reader
synopsis: for jessie’s benefit, you end your relationship
warnings: depression, bed rotting, suicidal ideation, self depreciation, isolation, toxic!reader if you squint
a/n: take the warnings seriously and look after yourselves pls <3
as much as you knew you needed jessie, there was no way you were going to allow yourself to hold onto her so tightly. it was a repeated and ongoing cycle that you had been trapped in for years now and it seemed to only be getting worse.
“we can’t be together anymore” you murmur into your half empty cup “i can’t do it”
jessie sits across from you with her mouth agape. “if i’ve done something wrong i can fix it” she says, her voice cracking slightly as she pleads “this can be fixed, let. me. fix. it.”
a heaviness settles behind your eyes as you shake your head “there’s nothing to fix. i’m sorry”
it was as easy as walking out the door and leaving her sitting in her kitchen alone. the bag of your things had weighed your shoulder down as you dragged your feet all the way to your car, not once ever looking back in fear of turning around.
it left you here, laying in bed with the curtains drawn and your phone on do not disturb as you stare blankly at the wall. you had become a shell of the person you think you once were, someone who had hobbies and dreams, someone who wanted to build a life worth living. instead you take sick leave so that you don’t have to get out of bed, you let the dishes pile up in the sink when you do decide to eat and you clear a pathway out of your shit on the floor so you can get to your ensuite bathroom.
the numbness that had overtaken you didn’t allow you to cry, no matter how much you think you wanted too. you were drained. there was nothing left for you to give yourself. it was sick, really, the way your brain could play tricks on you and make you believe you weren’t deserving of the life that you have been given. why would you be? there was absolutely nothing to show for it. all you had was a bed with dirty sheets and a brain that told you death was better than anything else you have ever experienced.
your therapist had told you once that because you hadn’t acted on it, it was merely a way for you to cope without committing. a way to wallow, to escape, from a life that you weren’t ever sure you wanted in the first place. she said that people who have depression but don’t kill themselves will fantasise about it but not pick a date or a means to an end.
only, at one point, you had picked a date. you had closed your eyes and twirled your finger in the air before landing on a wednesday two weeks away. you’d marked it with a red dot and then began clearing out things you didn’t want, giving your belongings to charity or throwing them away before neatly organising what you had left. you thought that your family could decide what to do with them. you didn’t care, you were gonna be dead after all.
it was when your coffee machine had finally broken on you that morning did jessie come swinging into your life. you decided to go to a local coffee shop you liked when she pushed the door open too hard and smacked you square in the face. she had gone bright red and apologised profusely, telling you that the door had slipped out of her grip and that she didn’t even see you. you, with a hand pressed firmly to your forehead, had told her that it was okay, that it was just an accident.
maybe it was her smile, or the way her eyes looked when you actually made eye contact, but something about the canadian had stopped you dead in your tracks. she asked if you wanted to sit with her with the promise of not hitting you in the face again, to which you agreed with a laugh. you began telling eachother about yourselves, from where and how you grew up to hobbies and small quirks you had. when the topic of careers had come around you sheepishly told her that you didn’t watch football beyond the odd match when it was already on tv, and she had beamed at you and cheekily said that she’ll make a blue out of you in no time.
you didn’t go through with it, obviously, and jessie still doesn’t know that she quite literally saved your life that day. your relationship with jessie quickly blossomed and bloomed, soon becoming the most grounding thing in your life. jessie showed you that she loved you long before she told you and never once did she make you feel like you weren’t loved, there were just times where you knew you were hard to love.
like in the beginning when you’d practically ghosted her for three days and then came back with a half assed explanation and a bouquet of flowers; or when you’d completely shut her out and pretend like nothing was wrong when she could see the bags under your eyes and the mess around your apartment. you knew that her friends had told her that it wasn’t a good relationship to be in, that maybe you weren’t who she thought you were. she had brushed them off and ran back to you time and time again.
looking back on it you think that maybe it’s because she knew how bad it was getting, like she caught onto your badly kept secret before you even knew you really had one. when you had initially told her about your depression you insisted that you were doing a lot better and that even though you would have times of relapse, it was nothing compared to how it had been in the past.
the lie had kept up until there were things you were too ashamed to explain to her. like why she couldn’t come over or why you looked like you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few weeks. you didn’t know how to tell the footballer that your mental health had sipped out of your control, that you needed help and didn’t know how to ask for it. you didn’t know how to look your own girlfriend in the eye and tell her that you needed her.
that was when you knew it had to end.
when jessie came around to collect her things you just left them in a box outside your front door. you heard her knock but didn’t move from your position as she left with the last pieces of her you had.
she wasn’t stupid, despite the fact that for most of your relationship you clearly thought she was. she noticed the change in your behaviour and how you didn’t go out with friends as much or eat enough. she noticed the late night and even later mornings, the pile of dirty laundry you’d been putting off and the pills you tried to hide.
jessie wasn’t stupid.
when she pleaded to you to fix it, she meant fix you. she wanted you to take the weight off your shoulders and put it on hers because hers are stronger than yours anyway, they can hold more. she wanted you to let her help with the laundry, and to help clean your place. she wanted you to let her wash your hair and make you a good home cooked meal. jessie wanted nothing more than for you to be vulnerable with her, to admit that you needed her just this once.
as much as you adored her, absolutely worshiped the ground she walked on, you weren’t going to do that for her. jessie has a decorated career, one to be proud of, and the last thing she needed was to worry about whether or not you were going to get out of bed in the morning. she didn’t need the extra weight from your baggage dragging her down.
she deserved better, someone who could get up early enough to go for coffee after her morning run, someone who could actually make dinner with her and eat it, someone who didn’t have to create a fucking pathway from their bed to their bathroom because they haven’t cleaned their room in god knows how long. jessie deserved someone worth loving and in your mind, that someone just wasn’t you.
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Ok, so there is actually rain and strange weather phenomenon happening in other places at the moment in the manga.
I've thought since Lady Nagant's battle that Afo may or may not have a quirk that controls the rain.
Now.
Some Eastern dragons are said to bring rain...and Western dragons typically breathe fire.
Hmmm.... Ah yes-
#watch me be absolutely dead wrong in two weeks-#afo's a dragon confirmed?#mayhaps#all for one#afo#dad for one#dfo#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha#i literally just woke up but this is what my thoughts look like unfiltered basically#we waking up with a big stretch today#stetching's important kids
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Wait for you | L.N.
Lando Norris x reader
Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?
Warnings: angstt, some fluff:3
Word count: ~2,3K
Lando had been told since he was very little, how time passes slowly when one is not enjoying themselves. But good God, no one could have prepared him for the agony that the past two months have brought into his life. And how it was entirely the play of no one else but the woman he loved that was becoming his ruin.
To put it easier, today marked the start of May, which meant that it has been exactly two months since you were cursed with amnesia following a minor car accident.
How it happened and more importantly why, not even the doctors could tell.
Lando was told that you’d get back most memories in the first few weeks and if that did not happen then the time can be extended into a month for the return of life as they’d known before the accident.
It was only a day later as your eyes set upon your visitor and without any introduction you knew exactly who it was.
“Oscar!” your voice held longing and excitement.
Your best friend was standing in the doorway smiling with all his might, while a certain someone was clearly overlooked. Lando thought that he could burst out sobbing just that moment as your eyes passed over his as if he were only a stranger. And to you he was. Now at least…
That’s how the past two months have been. Lando looking at you looking at Oscar…
You did still spend most of your time in the garages with the McLaren team, but you were there not for Lando and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without telling you all about your past.
‘Screw those damn doctors’, Lando thought. Maybe if he was allowed to remind you, you would be sitting next to him right now, gracing him with one of your brightest smiles and asking him about the car and not Oscar.
Sometimes when Lando is exceptionally tired he forgets that now is a different you than his you. He plops down on the sofa beside you and lays himself down on your thighs. How is it that you always smell so good? Touching you has always held a relaxing nature to Lando and now it was just as splendid. Almost as splendid… Now your hands did not lovingly engulf him in your warmth, there was no kiss on his head, there was only a stiff hand petting his shoulder. Lando felt internal cold radiate from your touch.
Your hugs have gone cold too.
Lando knew that blaming you was wrong as it was in no way your fault. You didn’t choose to forget him but still remember your best friend Oscar. But God, that did not lessen the pain.
Two months. It’s has been two months and Lando has almost no hope left that you’ll ever look at him with a loving gaze again.
He has done it all. Repeated his actions from the past, when he was trying his best to ask you out. It worked last time, it made you fall in love with him, but now it was a dead end as he could see you force a smile on your face each time...
If Lando’s life was not reduced to an absolute nothingness, he also had to watch his teammate and friend win his first title before him. Although that didn’t hurt half as much as watching you, watching Oscar in the same way you used to watch him standing on the podium.
His heart was screaming at you. No! Look here! Just a bit to the right! I’m here! Please see me…
Your eyes did drift to Lando and you did offer him a thumbs up, but the look in your eyes had also drifted, to a new look altogether. Your eyes were no longer reserved only for him and that thought alone took living out of life and turned it into mere existence.
Lando still remembers (how could he ever forget really) the way your soft gaze spoke louder than words could. Your eyes were love personified. And now they were on Oscar, not on him...
If Lando thought his heart broke the moment he saw you in that hospital bed and you had no recollection of whom he was, now it fucking shattered into tiny, tiny pieces.
As more days flew by Lando started losing it. Too early to accept that he’s lost you, too late to get you back… Those were the only thoughts roaming around in his head.
You on the other hand knew nothing of the boy’s torment. To be honest you knew nothing of that certain boy.
If it was not for Oscar, you feel like you would have never even looked twice at someone like Lando Norris. Yes he was gorgeous and had eyes the sweetness of a morning blue sky, but he was also a guy who had everyone’s attention and he drank it up like a thirsty man.
Since you waking up in the hospital, Oscar has been doing everything to acquaint you with Lando. He was never too forceful with making his two friends a pair of friends as well, but he was relentless, never fraying from the task.
Oscar told you things about Lando that were hard to believe at first. Like yes, Lando was a good guy, just as Oscar said, though you could feel how the older man was holding himself back in most occasions as if to not overwhelm you. It made you confused.
Lando Norris confused you.
He’d watch you while you were with Oscar without saying a word, then some other time he could not shut up about something when it was only you and him, which didn’t happen much.
Lando was also a very touchy person, he’d hug you, put his hand around your shoulders or rest his head on your lap after a session.
It was sweet how he seemed to like you so much, but sometimes it felt like there was something more and you were missing that all narrative.
So to repeat, Lando Norris confused you. Intensly.
But you also confused yourself.
It confused you how your own hands would naturally find their place wrapped around his torso or resting on his back whenever he touched you. How your fingers would thoughtlessly tangle themselves in his curls whenever his head rested upon your thighs.
It was all very confusing yet strangely relaxing.
“Osc?” you looked up from your place on the counter to find your friend wiping sweat away from his face.
“What’s up?” Oscar’s voice was out of breath.
“Is Lando okay?” you watched the older boy stomp out of the garage. His eyes a beautiful storm.
“Agh.. he’s pissed at himself for the mistake on the last lap, heard he was talking himself down on the radio and the interviews,” Oscar let out a sign of concern.
You’ve always been empathic towards other people and you’ve begun caring about Lando even if he was weird at times, but he was Oscar’s friend and certainly really nice to you.
“I feel bad for him… he beats himself up a lot,” your head stayed turned at the direction Lando had just walked out.
Oscar seeing the opportunity decided to use it wisely, “Maybe you should go talk to him?”
“But we’re not that close, I don’t want to make him more upset by prying information from him,” you quickly turned back to your friend.
“But do you want to talk to him?” Oscar held eye contact with you as if trying to prove you something important.
“He’s sad and he’s alone. I just don’t want him to be alone…” you pick at your nails, not clearly understanding where this care for the older boy came from, but Oscar knew and he knew that he’s done it, he has paved the last tile for you to take the first step towards your Lando. He could see it in your movements, just like the first time all those months ago.
“Then go, don’t let him suffer alone for longer than he needs to,” Oscars words meant more than you could understand in this moment, but all you could think about was the sweet boy who was now beating himself up alone in his room.
It didn’t take long for you to jump off the counter and set of in the same direction Lando had just minutes ago.
“Lando?” you knocked on the door, peeking into his driver room, something about the scene feeling too comfortable as if you’d done it time and time again before.
“Oh he’s not here hun, he went outside to cool off a bit,” you came face to face with his PR manager, a sweet woman indeed.
“Have you any idea where?” you inquired, you wanted to find him as soon as possible.
“I’m not sure dear, but I’m sure you’ll find him.” she gave you an encouraging smile before exiting the room, leaving you alone to rake your brain for a place where Lando might be.
So you went to the only place where you knew no one would go to, simply because there was nothing to see, unless you looked up.
There he stood, leaning on the railing, lone as the first star in the night sky, and then you heard it, his heartfelt cries echoing in the perimeter, filling the lonely space with sounds of pain.
You slowly come closer to him.
“Lando?” you put your hand on his shoulder.
Lando’s hands are wrapped around you in a crushing hug before you could even finish your sentence, his face buried into your neck as his tears pooled into the crevice of your collarbone.
When you snap out of the shock, you barely graze his body with your hands and he remembers that it’s not you. At least not the same you that used to be his and detaches himself from your warm hug apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry” he cries more as he looks into your eyes and the look in your eyes haunting him, you don’t look at him like that anymore. He turns away from you and slumps down on the bench crying with his whole body which makes your own tears build.
You could feel his pain, that’s how prominent it was.
“Lando please don’t cry like this. It’s just a sprint not a grand prix even, and that one mistake was nothing, you still finished on the podium. Please Lando you should not beat yourself over this.”
His cries do not lessen so you take the matters into your hands, literally.
You put your hands on his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs while telling him all the best things that he is.
“You - are certainly too good of a driver to worry about such a thing and you are too good of a person to hurt yourself so much over a mistake. Lando Norris you are not allowed to beat yourself up over a mistake in a race! You cannot. I’m taking away your right, the only person that can tell you anything bad about your driving is me! Understood? From this moment on you’re the greatest man on that track unless I say otherwise!”
Lando now noticed how he stopped crying because he was focusing on your voice that was all directed at him and no one else.
“Don’t you think Oscar is better than me?” Lando’s voice was small with uncertainty.
“Oscar is great and he knows it, you on the other hand seem to forget it at times… I’ll make sure you never forget. Deal?”
“Deal,” he let out a breath holding your hands close.
You freed one of your hands from his grip making him open his eyes, terror in them, up until you ran your hand through his curls, fixing his hair a bit before your eyes travelled back to his.
“What?” you asked perplexed by his gaze.
“You are a really good person Y/n,” Lando’s eyes glided upon your face as if he were kissing your skin with his gaze.
“You deserve to have good people around Lan,” your voice softened further.
There it was. That word. His nickname. Lan.
The last time he heard you say it was the last time you were his you.
Before you forgot him…
“Let me take you out to dinner,” when would he ever shoot his shot if not now.
“Are you seriously using this time to ask me out?” you chuckled as you held his hand firmly.
“You can’t say no or I’ll cry again,” Lando gave you his best puppy eyes and you positively folded in his touch.
You chuckle at him,“But only because I hate seeing people cry,” you try to convince yourself as your heartbeat had picked up due to the unbreakable eye contact from the man. And it did physically pain you to see him cry.
When you walk him back to the garage where the team is beginning for a debrief you stop him, before he can go in, with a whisper in his ear.
“Just for the record, I wouldn’t have said no,” you kiss his cheek and give him the eyes, the eyes he’d been waiting for, for months now.
You were coming back to him and Lando knew he’d give anything up just to have his girl’s eyes gazing back at his…
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A.N. ... there most probably will be a second part... hehe..
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Marillenfleck in Winter
König x FemReader
Fluffy Fluff Fluff!
Feed me Seymore Feed me!! <<< 🍖
"We can do this-"
You muttered to yourself and then down at your swollen stomach. Feeling the fluttering kicks of the child locked inside of you- assuming that was them agreeing.
"Hell yeah-"
Stepping forward with all the confidence you could muster as you carefully lowered the breaded pork cutlet into the hot oil and watching it carefully bubble as you let it settle.
Stepping back as the oil reacted for a moment before settling-
Two months ago before your husband left for his mission was lying in bed with you, his hand on your stomach as he reminisced-
'It is moments like this I almost wish to return to my Village just to show you off.. and share in some food with you' He mused, you looking at him in surprise.
'Wait we don't live near your home?' You say surprised, Having always assumed that König had chosen the secluded cabin 40 minutes from the closest village cause he was familiar with it. He chuckled at this and shook his head-
'No, I'm from near Dürnstein-'
Which was on the otherside of the country from were the two of you lived- You silently vowed to bring at least a taste of his home to him-
So for two months you'd been gathering ingredients and experimenting to make some folds from his home-town.
Did you have any real idea what you were doing?- No.
Did you know if these were ment to be eaten together?- Hell No.
Were you trying your best? Absolutely.
Speaking of trying your best- it was dead winter, 7inches of snow a day easy and what doesn't grow in winter?
Apricots-
So many Apricots in most of these recipes from near his home. Apricots cakes, wines, pastries, even in sauces with pork!
So you finding apricots was the most important thing. You tried the internet but didn't trust the quality from most places or they were dried which wouldn't have worked-
That's when you ventured out being forced to touch grass- Well snow in this case.
Market after market, looking in their freezer section to produce you couldnt find shit for the first 2 weeks of this adventure.
You were honestly thankful you were pregnant since when you went to the village closest to you asking for apricots in dead of winter- people assumed it was a desperate cry for a craving and a older women gave you a bag of them from her deep freeze she had saved. You of course paid her handsomely for the kind gift
This thrn started your dark road of trying to figure out these fucking recipes-
You tried every recipe and varient you could, pulling up photos of restaurants near your husband's origin and trying to match them-
Another blessing of being pregnant was being able to eat any failed attempts or trying recipes that wasn't going to be fed to König.
However the time had finally come! König was going to be home within the next hour, having called you the night before from his train station to tell you his arrival and you'd fluttered to make sure everything looked perfect.
"Alexa! Set a timer for 20 minutes!" You called out, flipping the cutlet seeing the even golden crust.
Reaching over you check the goulash stewing in the pot and saw it was almost done. Stirring it once before you checked on the bread dumplings and pulled them from the boiling water- You hadn't made these before in your experimental 2 months so you were excited!
Bacon Bread dumplings- Time to taste!
Taking a big bite you paused- truthfully confused over what the fuck you'd just put into your mouth. Chewing for a while as you tried to figure out if you'd done something wrong or if your taste was more off then you thought due to the baby- after the second bite you knew it was the baby and not the food especially whem you spooned some of the goulash ontop.
"...You know what, I'm just gonna blame you for this-" You said pointing at your stomach which earned another fluttering feeling as you finished the dumpling and stew sample.
Pulling the cutlets you let them sit on a wire rack as you plate the potatos and salad Konig liked- However your eyes landed on the centerpiece of this meal and what you were so focused one. The Marillenfleck Cake.
Still cooling as the beautiful Fluffy pastry showed off its shivered almost and the delicate apricots baked into its Fluffy self.
A summer apricot staple you'd manage to drag into winter!
You suddently heard the sound of the truck pulling up to your home, jumping in excitement you set the finished goulash down on the table and rushed around for the final touches.
Setting the plates down you mentally high-five yourself and rush to the front room as you hear König walk in. Grumbling about the snow outside as he kicked off his boots-
"Welcome Home Honey" You say cheerfully, wadling yourself over to your man- He had his mask off, most likely shoved away in his pockets in desperate need of a wash and he seemed to have showered at base since the black paint wasnt around his eyes-
Soft gray eyes greeted you and König gave a wide smile, reaching out and scooping you quickly in his arms and kissing your lips.
"I have missed you Liebling, You and the baby are well?" He asked softly as his gloved hand touched the swell of your stomach.
"Yes, We are fine. I'm so glad your home" You say cheerfully, feeling your eyes get misty already just by having him home.
"I have a surprise for you" You say cheerfully and jump, making the man chuckle at your physical excitement or attempt since the belly seemed to keep your feet planted.
"Oh?" He chimed amused, peeling off his coat and gloves as you pulled him to the kitchen and waiting set dining table.
When König saw all the food, his heart fluttered. He saw how much time this took, slowly stepping forward as he gazed over your heard work in total shock.
"(Y/N)- You did so much.. You should be resting not slaving in the kitchen" He said softly, looking at you in worry for your effort in the fantastic meal set on the table.
"I wanted to give you a nice surprise, You hungry?" You saw with a smile- Konig chuckling at this as he nodded, pulling out your chair so you could sit first before sitting himself.
Severing plates König couldn't help but laugh at the wide variety you'd made, from pork schnitzel and potato salad and the goulash and dumplings. Eating happily he hummed delight.
"I'm impressed! Very Gud Mein Liebling!" Demolishing the plates infront of him as the two of you sported casual conversation and König feeling your baby bump-
"And for dessert" You say cheerfully as you cut him a slice of the cake and set it before him. His face twisting in confusion.
"Liebling were did you get marillen {apricots} in winter?-" He asked genuinely confused as he cut into the pastry clearly doing a lot of mental math in trying to figure out how you manages this.
"It's a long story, but I got them!" You said cheerfully cutting open your own and taking a massive bite- Giving a laugh at how delicious it tasted and how you'd managed to not fuck anything up.
Raising a brow of this he hesitated ever so slightly before taking a bit of the dessert and paused, his eyes softening as an almost sad smile hit his lips.
"Konig?.." You say softly as he looked to you- His own eyes misty.
"I haven't had this cake since my Mutti made it for me before she passed-" He said softly, taking another bite of the dessert and smiling. Your heart Sinking at his words-
"I was always so scared to try it again since I knew it wouldn't taste the same" He smiled fondly as he reached out and pulled your seat close to him, love in his gaze.
"I don't know how- But youve made it taste just like the one she made" He said softly, wrapping his arm around you as he kissed your hair and you could feel the waves of emotion off of him.
"Danke my love" He said softly, lips still pressed to your hair as he held you tighter. Of course hormones not helping as tears rolled down your cheeks.
"Anytime"
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Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.
So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.
Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))
a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him
warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶
- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀
- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶
- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!
- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.
- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board
- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity
- “….Crocodile? You ok?”
- …
- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”
- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“
- “…What?”
- “Then you know why I must do this.”
- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”
- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole
- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”
- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”
- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”
- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“
- “SENT SOMEONE?!”
- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing
- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.
- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?
- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it
- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown
- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”
- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”
- “EXCUSE ME?!”
- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug
- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”
- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“
- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“
- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“
- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭
- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀
- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭
- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really
- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“
- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”
- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”
- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”
- “Nono it’s right here see?”
- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭
- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was
- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”
- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“
- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”
- “WHAT?!”
- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭
a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂
#one piece#one piece x reader#anime hcs#one piece hcs#robin one piece#crocodile x y/n#crocodile x reader#crocodile one piece#sir crocodile#op crocodile#crocodile x you#ace x y/n#ace x you#ace x reader#ace headcanons#ace op#ace one piece#one piece ace#fire fist ace#portgas d ace#monkey d luffy#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#luffy op#luffy x reader#one piece luffy#mugiwara no luffy#luffy x y/n
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I know this post is only for like two people, but I’m going to make it anyway. So, my obsession with Dead Friend Forever finally reached critical levels and I resorted to binge-watching The Hidden Character just to get more content. For those that don’t know, The Hidden Character (which they literally call “THC”) was the reality show Be On Cloud used to cast DFF. It is bad. Like really bad. And not in a it’s-so-bad-it’s-good-type way. It’s one of the most exploitative pieces of media I have ever watched. I walked into it with a favorable view of BOC, Mile, Apo, and Pond (the CEO), and walked out of it hating all of them.
A small collection of things that happened over the 11-episode run:
Everyone was told that they had to share every single aspect of their life with the viewers or they would be eliminated. And, in fact, the first person eliminated was told that it was because he wasn’t being open enough with the audience. They filmed these boys—one of whom was only seventeen at the time—talking explicitly about their sex lives. Which is, of course, fine to talk about. It’s not fine to air it on television! Even some of the games themselves contained sexually suggestive content (i.e. Which do you prefer "eating" with—your hands or your mouth? If you were to cheat on your significant other, would it be just sex or a full-blown affair?)
During the first part of the show, everyone had a secret that the other players were supposed to guess. One of the player’s secret was that he used to be homophobic. (Questionable casting for a company that only hires men, but I digress). He was praised for having changed his mind. In contrast, JJay’s secret was that he was raised in an abusive household and had once hit his father. Pond crucified the poor guy for this. He made him sit there in front of the whole cast sobbing and apologize for hitting his dad who was an abusive asshole.
After the first half of the show—which served absolutely no purpose at all—we finally move onto the acting portion. This is, after all, supposed to be a talent competition. The judges were so mean. Especially Apo. He was like the Simon Cowell of BOC. There was no constructive component to their criticism. The fact that any of these people are still acting is honestly unbelievable. I would have gone home and cried myself to sleep and then never stepped foot on a stage again.
At one point, each of the groups was assigned a scene from KinnPorsche to act out (because BOC very clearly owns no other IP). One of the pairs was given the scene where Porsche gives Kinn a handjob in the bathroom. I wish I was kidding.
The judges constantly told the contestants to make their scenes feel new and different but any time the actors actually tried to change anything, they complained it was “too” different and the original script was already perfect so who were they to think they could create something better. Once again, Apo and Mile, the original actors of these scenes, are the ones judging them! Like of course they like their version better. What is even happening??
And finally, the whole fucking thing was rigged for Ta to win. Like don’t get me wrong, I love Ta and I think he did a great job, but he was the only one who came into that competition with a built-in fanbase and the winner was chosen by popular vote.
It was all just…baffling. Especially from a company that claims to be trying to change the industry. Like if you want the industry to stop being so exploitative to its actors, maybe start with yourself? It also makes those condescending “how dare you watch our shows just for the NC scenes” press releases they do every week even more annoying.
I have no clue what the reaction to this show was while it was airing but god I hope they never do it again. It literally makes me feel so weird watching DFF now. I feel like those poor kids are being held hostage. Maybe CEO Pond’s been the one under the mask the whole time 🔪
#y'all help#did anyone else watch this or was it all just a fever dream?#the hidden character#dead friend forever#like don’t get me wrong I will continue to watch dff because i’m obsessed#and because i want to support these actors and what they were forced to go through#but idk if I’ll be watching much from boc after this
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hi, covey can you pls write a platonic nico x daughter of persephone where the daughter of persephone makes nico, hades, and persephone go see hadestown on broadway with her (also if u haven’t heard hadestown highly recommend amazing musical)
wait for me? / i will; platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb
content: platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb (ft. mom and dad - er, persephone and hades)
warning: language but we keep it silly up in this bitch
author's note: i dunno if i can even call this a blurb anymore- holy shit its so fucking long but i dont wanna call if a fic bc that feels like favoritism lmao also i haven't listened to the whole play bc i haven't been a theatre kid in many many years and im trying to leave that behind me as i go to college but i do remember absolutely loving the concept and a few of the songs!!
"everyone say 'hi' to the vlog!!" you cheered as you walked in front of you family, spinning the camera around to get you all in view. upon your parents request (demand), you all were dressed in your sunday best. suits, or the closest to a suit nico was willing to put on, midi-length dresses for the girls. all designer, as hades wouldn't be caught dead not in designer. zeus would mock him for eons. nico threw up a middle finger that persephone was slapping away, before turning the camera with a sugary sweet smile.
"hi vlog!" she cheered, wrinkling her nose, attempting to be suave and hip, but not really getting close as nico and you cringed slightly.
"hello vlog," hades added, which had you and nico wheezing and hades desperately asking his wife what was wrong with what he said.
"youre- youre so cordial," you managed to get through you giggles, pointing the camera at hades, who puffed his chest out with a roll of his eyes.
"that would be because i'm old, my sweet girl," he huffed and you beamed a smile at him, spinning the camera onto yourself as the four of you continued down the streets of new york city.
"he's not that old," you smirked, nico snorting next to you.
"anyways, we're off to see hadestown. mom and dad haven't seen it yet and have no idea what it's about. but will took you last week, right, nico?" you asked, leaning into nico's side so he'd be in view. he nodded his head, darting his eyes away at the mention of his boyfriend.
"yup."
"awww! he's getting all blushy!! im gonna tell will-"
"go to hell, y/n-"
"been there, done that. boring!"
"hey, watch it!" hades cut in, with a glare, which you responded wit ha roll of your eyes.
"stop distracting me, im trying to vlog," you huffed, turning your eyes back to the camera with a wide smile, "obvi i can't film inside, but i will take a pic and tally every time one of us cries and whoever cries the most picks what we have for dinner."
"wait, wait. my blossom, you didn't mention this one was sad?" hades hissed to his wife, who shrugged in uncertainty but patted his forearm comfortingly. you and nico shared a knowing glance, tiny smirks playing on your lips.
"okay, okay," you whispered to your camera, bending over in your seat to hide it from the watchful eyes of security despite the fact that it was intermission, "we've hit intermission and i've only cried, like, twice. nico, the rat bastard, managed to stay strong so far. mom's cried, what, four times?"
"nah, closer to five. remember? right at the beginning?" nico whispered and you nodded in agreement before turning to the camera, laughing as you struggled to get your words out.
"but dad, gods bless his heart, he's probably cried twice for every song-"
"no, no, he cried, like, four times, during 'come home with me'," corrected nico and you discreetly tried to hide your giggles with nico, the two of you leaning into each other before persephone reached over, smacking at their arms.
"knock it off. your father is a very sensitive man and you didn't warn him this play was about us. and so sweetly written too," persephone mused to the pair, sniffing near the end, causing you and nico to point over at her.
"that's another one! you're up to five, mom!" bit back nico, clearly proud of himself as persephone glared at the pair, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
"it's not like it matters much, your father will certainly lose- oh, welcome back, my darling, just in time," the queen of the underworld quickly changed her tune, beaming a smile as her husband returned with drinks and snacks.
he glanced at her suspiciously but let it go as he gently presented her with some fruity cocktail he knew she'd like without needing to ask. a blush flushed across her cheeks and hades was clearly proud of himself as he continued to pass out snacks. junior mints and licorice for nico, who took it with one hand while texting will with the other. you bit your lip, trying to zoom in with the camera and see what he was saying but nico caught on quick, shoving the camera away with a huff. then hades set bag of m&m's down in your lap before ripping open his own bag. instantly, you were leaning over to his seat and inspecting his bag, nawing gently at your lip as hades glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.
"yes, princess?" he asked and you shyly smiled at him.
"could i have some?" you asked and hades frowned, looking pointedly down at the ones that rested, untouched, in your lap.
"you have some."
"they're better from your bag," you gushed and hades melted instantly, pretending to grumble as he presented the bag to you, small cheers escaping your lips as you dug your fingers in. and hades smiled despite himself, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before reaching over and ruffling nico's hair just as the play was about to continue.
the vlog abruptly jumped to a shot of your little family standing outside the theatre in visible distress. nico had his head hung back, waving at his face, trying to avoid tears that he knew will would mock him for. persephone and you were actively clinging to each other, fully sobbing in the middle of new york, mutters and gasps about being doomed by the narrative and love somewhere among the sobs. hades was in shock, tears streaming down his face, and his hands clasped in front of his lips. how he managed to get shocked by a play he lived through, he had no idea. you detangled yourself from your mother, who instantly went to her husband, who welcomed her into his arms without a second thought. you picked up your camera, sniffling as you attempted a smile while holding a thumbs up but the happy effect was lost with the black mascara running down your cheeks.
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@/will.solace: awww he blushes when you mention my name 🤭
@/underworlds-favs: die and see if i blush then
@/underworlds-favs: do not use our shared account for your lovers quarrel - y/n
@/underworlds-favs: die and it won’t be a shared account anymore
@/user.1: why your mom kinda...😏🤭🤤😮💨
@/underworlds-favs: STOP THIRSTING FOR OUR PARENTS YALL ARE WEIRD KNOCK IT OFF
@/user.2: wait, wait- i need to know who lost and i want, like, full receipts of how many times you guys cried
@/underworlds-favs: in order from least to most: nico - 2, the perfect and stunning y/n - 6, mom - 7, and our emotional king, dad, cried a whopping 36 times 🤩🤩
@/underworlds-favs: do not use out shared account to spread your propaganda - nico
@/user.2: AINT NO WAY- 36 TIMES?????
@/underworlds-favs: i wish i was joking. we had some really good italian that night tho 🤘😋
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#pjo#pjo fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#hoo#nico di angelo#hadestown
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Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind — to ruin you?
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჻჻჻ SMUT: Unprotected piv, Dom/Sub undertones, so much dirty talk
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆
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჻჻჻ Week 2 — Sir
— Masterlist
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The day had passed swiftly – a day in Bucky’s garage was always going to lead to some interesting spectacles of testosterone fuelled fights and petty pranks, and you weren’t going to lie, you were tired. Your bed was calling your name and you were more than eagerly following the call, and Bucky realised that as he sat at his desk, packing away the last of the day’s invoices and paperwork since everyone else had gone home.
“Go wait at the car, doll,” he murmured, smiling softly. “I’ll take you home. You look dead on your feet.” You watched as he stood from his wheelie chair and placed the papers in the filing cabinet. “Go on.”
You stretched, yawned, and without considering your words, you spoke a breathy, high-pitched, “Yessir.”
The room suddenly became stifling, the air thick with a tension that made your heart race, and you glanced at Bucky to see him frozen – muscled shoulders tense and hands mid motion, he looked like he had stopped breathing.
“Buck–?”
He remained frozen in place, as still as a marble statue. “I-I’ll see you at the car, okay?”
You grabbed your jacket and made your way to the door, but a rough, raspy voice spoke just as you reached the threshold. “What did you just say?”
“I said I’d see you at the car…?”
Bucky turned, and you let out a quiet breath. His eyes had turned dark, a determined and absolutely savaged glint flashing across them as he stared into your face, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “No,” he said lowly, crossing his arms across his chest – his far too muscled and tattooed arms. “Before that–what did you say to me?”
“Oh,” you whispered dumbly. Well, fuck, you thought. “Uh… I said yessir.”
The glint in his eyes became piercing, and he tilted his head, his arms still crossed. “Come here.”
“Wha- Why? Didn’t you want to–”
“I said, come here.” The tone of his voice sent a shiver up your spine – he looked like a caged animal, barely able to contain whatever lust that seared his being, and it was a sight to behold watching him try and restrain himself. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.”
“Alright,” you said shakily, stepping back into the middle of the room, just next to Bucky’s desk, and he slowly advanced. “What’s wrong?”
Bucky shook his head once, maintaining eye contact that you refused to break as he loomed over you. “Nothin’s wrong, doll,” he purred, his voice honeyed. The space between the two of you was narrowing and it became charged with tension. “Just hearin’ you call me sir…”
“I didn’t know–” You tried to defend yourself, but you couldn’t deny the heat that had pooled in your throbbing cunt – if only he’d stop looking at you like that, you could focus.
“I know you didn’t, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, “neither did I, but now…” He took a deep breath through his nose, letting it out with a sigh as he leant over you and forced you back against the desk, his arms trapping you. “Now ‘m gonna fuck you on this desk ‘till you cum for your sir.”
“Oh,” you gasped, eyes widening as Bucky reached behind you and swiped everything off the desk, before lifting you up and onto the edge. “Fuck, Bucky.”
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his shirt off with such haste you were surprised it didn’t rip – though the sight of his muscled and tattooed chest and stomach left you unable to caution him to slow the fuck down. The buttons of his jeans came undone under your trembling fingers, when Bucky grabbed your hands, bringing them up to his lips to kiss your palms, his voice soft as he muttered into your skin, “D’you want this? We can stop–”
“Don’t you dare stop,” you rushed, the pulse and ache between your legs becoming too much. “Fuck me, sir.”
Bucky moaned huskily and surged forward, claiming your lips in a heated kiss of tongue and teeth – a fight for control that you valiantly battled for, but conceded with a gasp when Bucky cupped your clothed sex. “You’re wearin’ too much, sweetheart,” he growled, and you nodded, hastening to pull your pants and shirt off.
A moment later, you lay bare before him, his jeans around his thighs and his leaking cock free from the confines of his briefs. The throbbing length of it brushed against your thigh, and you sighed happily when Bucky moved to spread your thighs further apart, a low whistle on his lips. “Such a pretty pussy, baby, and it’s all mine, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, grabbing at his hands to pull him close, but he stood just out of reach and tutted.
“Who’s pussy is this, sweetheart?” Each word he spoke was punctuated with a soft circle of his thumb against your clit. “Tell me.”
“S’yours, Bucky, fuck–” You squeaked when he pinched your thigh in reprimand, his heated glare making you shiver. “Sorry, sorry, I meant sir.”
“Say it like you mean it, baby, I know you can,” Bucky ordered, leaning down so his lips brushed against your collarbone.
“Sir’s pussy!” You cried suddenly, Bucky’s teeth scraping your skin with a dark chuckle. “Please, it’s sir’s pussy, it’s yours!”
“That’s right, doll,” Bucky rumbled, his weight setting against you as he stepped closer, nestling himself between your open thighs more comfortably. “It’s mine.” The brush of his cock at your folds made you keen. “Shh,” he whispered. “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up, baby, I’ve gotchu.”
The feeling of the head of his cock slipping into your cunt made you gasp, and Bucky continued to slowly push in, his breath heavy against your neck. “Almost there, baby, you can take it,” he soothed, “you feel so fuckin’ good around me, doll, fuck.”
“Bucky! Sir, please, please- Oh, god,” you moaned, biting your lip as he moved to the hilt – the feeling of finally being full indescribable.
“Oh, fuck,” Bucky whimpered, halting his movements and he bit your shoulder, the sharp sting making your cunt pulse. “Don’t–fuck, don’t move, ‘m not gonna last if you move.”
You chuckled breathily and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other threading into his hair to pull him away from your neck. He gasped quietly at the movement, and you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Kiss me.”
Bucky kissed you, the passion behind it leaving you breathless and you moaned against his lips. “Move–you can move,” you whispered, grinning at him.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed, and he tested the waters by pulling out slow, and thrusting back in just as slow. It was maddening.
“Fuck me, sir, c’mon,” you whimpered, bearing down around him with every word. Bucky’s breath hitched and you stifled the laugh that threatened to burst free. “I need it–need sir’s big cock.”
“Good god,” Bucky moaned. “Such a filthy fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart.”
His hips started to move, a faster pace that left him grunting with the effort. “Yes, just like that,” you moaned, marvelling at the way he reached so deep within you and made you see stars on every thrust. “Fuck yes, sir!”
“Feel s’good on my cock, doll, goddamn,” Bucky grit out, his hips now pistoning in and out. “Not gonna last, baby, need t’a fuckin’ cum.”
“Wan’ it, sir,” you breathed, grinning wickedly up at him. “Give me it, ‘m a slut for my sir’s cum.”
Bucky’s pace faltered, and he groaned loudly. “Jesus, the fuck is this? Where you been hidin’ this?” You giggled and bit your lip, raising a brow. “Alright,” he breathed, gripping your hips tightly. “You wan’ your sir’s cum, huh? You wanna be sir’s whore?”
“Please,” you rushed, nodding.
“Good girl,” Bucky murmured, starting to thrust hard so each one punched the air from your lungs. “Then fuckin’ take it.”
The pace turned punishing – each slick drag of his cock against your walls making your thighs shake while a litany of cries and moans for more filled the air, as well as the wet sounds of his dick in your heat; the sound of skin slapping against skin.
A sharp stab of pleasure turned into a dull roar when Bucky’s fingers found your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. “You like that, huh, slut?”
“Yes! God, yes!” You shouted, gasping for breath when he didn’t relent in his pace. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, babe–”
“Be a good girl and call me by my name, sweetheart,” Bucky growled, and you didn’t miss the breathy tone to his voice – he was close. “Do it, then you can cum.”
“Sir! Sir, please- Oh, please, wanna come,” you babbled, and Bucky grinned, his pace quickening and strokes going deeper, like he was searching for something – which he found not even a second later, a searing white-hot surge of pleasure blinding you.
“There it is,” he breathed. “There you go, fuckin’ whore for your sir’s cock, aren’t you?”
You hiccuped and writhed, knocking off the last of the pens and papers on the desk to the floor. Red lines followed your nails as you clawed at Bucky’s arms. “Fuck yeah, I am, ‘m close, sir!”
“Oh, doll, you look so pretty like this, like a fuckin’ goddess,” Bucky murmured, and you whimpered as he leant back over you, his breath hot on your ear. “Now fuckin’ cum like one for me–cum like the slut you are.” The words cascaded over you, and you thrashed on his desk as the pleasure consumed you whole.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” Bucky moaned, his hips faltering through your release. “Fuck, need t’a cum in you, lemme in, baby–you’re so fuckin’ tight, good god,” he panted, and you whimpered as the tail end of your climax made you jerk, your thighs still shaking.
“Cum for me, sir, please,” you whined, pulling him into a kiss. Pulling back, your breath fanned across his slack lips as he grunted with each thrust. “Fill me up, sir, wanna feel you cum.”
“Oh, god,” Bucky groaned. “‘M gonna fill you up, sweetheart, ‘m so close, fuck.”
You latched onto the column of Bucky’s throat and sucked, moving your hips in time with his faltering rhythm, until he started to moan on every breath. “Let go, sir,” you whispered, grabbing his face so you could stare into his eyes. “Cum in me, fill me up.”
Bucky’s hips jolted and he whined, a loud cry that bounced off the walls when you felt warmth bloom, and he pistoned his hips harder and faster into your cunt, the squelch of his release making the slide easier. “‘M coming! Fuck, fuck–”
“Feels s’good, sir,” you moaned, gripping his shoulders as he panted for breath.
A few moments passed with you two catching your breaths, touches gentle and soothing as you came down from your collective high.
“Goddamn,” Bucky gasped, resting his weight on shaky arms. “The fuck did that come from, doll?”
You laughed. “Oh, y’know,” you mumbled, and Bucky raised a brow. “Dream of you fucking me like this all the time–a girl picks up a few tricks.”
A heavy breath left Bucky’s lips, and suddenly, you’re sitting up on his desk, dishevelled and leaking his spend down your thighs while he does up his jeans. “Wha–?”
“I’m takin’ you home,” Bucky said quickly, regarding the mess of papers and pens with a shrug before helping you back into your clothes. “And we’re gonna make all those dreams come true.”
The mess left behind in the office was the last thing on your mind as Bucky picked you up and carried you to his car, his jacket over your shoulders, and a smug grin on his lips. And you found you couldn’t wait to share everything you had dreamt of, after all, if it ended like that each time? You would not complain – not in the slightest.
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
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#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes oneshot#hotbuckysummer2023#rookthorne's works#After Hours
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Nimona headcanons plus a little bonus at the end
Whenever the trio gets home it's like a switch is flipped off inside their brains and all they want to do is be lazy and relax
They’ve got very busy and stressful lives and a pretty small home so it’s not uncommon for them to yell when they’re asking a question instead of just getting up
And if they can’t hear each other they’ll just call the other person
One time Ambrosius was yelling asking them what wanted for dinner and was interrupted by Nimona calling him
He answered the phone and all they said was “What’d you say I couldn't hear you” he didn’t even question it he just kept talking
Nimona brings dead animals home
I have this small headcanon that the first time she shifted into her human form was when she met Gloreth
So before that she was living mostly as different animals and she kind of learned their ways and those ways stuck with her
So there is a small part of her that sees Bal and Ambrosius as incompetent hunters (can you blame her)
The boys always thank her for her doing a good job and then they wait for her to leave the room before they freak out because MY GOD SHE BROUGHT A FUCKING DEAD RAT IN THE DAMN HOUSE
There have also been times when she’s brought live animals inside the house the trio spent half an hour trying to get a traumatized bird out of their living room
I just know for a fact that Bal has a crazy amount of brain damage
This man has used his head as a weapon and has been hit on the head more times than I can count
So I feel like he has a really hard time remembering the little details he gets really bad migraines and headaches pretty frequently his eyesight is absolute shit and he has to wear contacts or glasses and he gets really bad vertigo if he doesn’t take care of himself
This worries the shit out of Ambrosius and Nimona but there isn't much they can do except deal with the symptoms when they show up
So I was thinking about the fact that as far as we know Nimona never told Bal about what went down with Gloreth
But I know that the boys would try and heal the damage that Gloreths legacy left behind
And in the middle of everything Bal turned to Ambrosius and said “I just wish that fucking eyesore was gone”
He didn’t have to ask what he meant he knew it was the statue
So Ambrosius got to work trying to get it torn down
A lot of people including some distant relatives that he hasn’t heard from in years tried to argue that it was an important monument and that her story touched a lot of people
To which Ambrosius responded with “I’m her direct descendant if anyone gets to choose what happens to that statue it should be me”
It was a couple of months into Nimona’s return when the demolition was approved
The boys had asked him a while after he came back if it was something he wanted
And all he said was “As long as I get to help”
It was super therapeutic for both Nimona and Ambrosius
Like don’t get me wrong the damage she did to Nimona is still there
And Ambrosius will always have a complicated relationship with his lineage
But tearing down the “fucking eyesore” heals something inside them
It was supposed to be a month-long process but Nimona and Ambrosius kept going and it was completely gone after two weeks
When all was said and done they collapsed on the couch and went through just about every single emotion you can go through
A little bonus I made my mama watch Nimona with me and here are some of my favorite comments: Mind you when I first put the movie on this woman was acting like I was pulling teeth
“I like the queen she seems nice” (and then she freaked out when she died)
“So they’re nice to him 'cause he’s gold I would just steal the armor what does he have without that?” “Money Mama” “Ah”
“Why are they so mean to him he’s just a baby?” (talking about Bal)
“She’s just like you especially with those freaky eyes” (when Nimona met Bal)
“Oh, so she’s the rhino…. Makes sense”
“Awe she’s cute I can't hate her” (about Nimona again)
“Oh wait she isn’t cute that’s freaky” (when Nimona was the demon baby)
“That’s like you and your sister” (Bal and Nimona interrogating the squire)
“Hey, mama is arm chopping a love language?” “I’m worried that you would even ask me that”
“Oh he’s got issues huh?” (after Ambrosius’ internal freak out)
“Can he die a little quieter… and faster” (after the Director stabbed “Ambrosius”)
“Oh fuck that little blond girl”
We had to pause the movie right before Nimona started her rampage because we were getting tired and I woke up to her in front of the tv with it pulled up on Netflix and she turned to me and said “Can we finish it already?”
“If she sacrificed herself I will never forgive you”
“Do you watch anything with straight people?” “Mama you literally ship them” “That's not an answer” (this is right after Bal and Ambrosius kissed)
“Is there a next part?..... so when’s the next one coming out?”
Once the movie was over I told her some people thought Ambrosius and Bal were related and she looked me dead in the eyes and said
“You’re joking. No you have no be kidding… He literally said it in the movie!” “Said what Mama?” “oh I love him so much and I lost him whatever will I do”
And then she kept making fun of Ambrosius for the next three minutes
I asked her who her favorite was and she said Nimona I go “aweee you love me” she looks me dead in my eyes and says “don’t make it awkward”
#nimona 2023#Nimona movie#nimona headcanon#nimona#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#goldenheart#I love my mama so much#this woman is so judgy#watching the movie with her was hilarious#she bullies Ambrosius the whole time so I know she loves him
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Thought I’d Lost You -> Nikolai Lantsov
Summary: when you’re declared dead after not returning for three months, Nikolai is sure he’s seeing a ghost.
You’d been on the mission for three months, when it was supposed to be a week.
After you didn’t return with the crew on the Volkvolny, Nikolai had been frantic. He’d interrogated practically every member of his crew, anxious and terrified, only for the main consensus to be this: during a storm, you’d been on watch when a particularly hard lurch had flung you from the ship, and you vanished.
They’d been miserable when they docked, Tamar most of all. You two were like sisters and now—now you were dead. Nikolai had gone absolutely catatonic. He hasn’t had the chance to tell you his feelings; not when he was Sturmhond, not as a prince, and certainly not now, when you were no longer on this Earth.
He stayed in his room for a week straight, haunted by nightmares of you, drowned, or you, screaming for help, or you, begging him to save you, and he couldn’t do it. Every. Single. Time.
But at the end of the third month there was a loud knock on his chamber door, interrupting his discussion of some maps with Tolya and Tamar. He sighed, irritated at the intrusion, before he opened up and glared at the servant.
“I said I wouldn’t be disturbed—”
“You’d better come Your Highness.” He urged, eyes wide, and the panicked look in the servant’s eyes frightened Nikolai. Was something wrong? Were they under attack?
He followed the man out into the hallway, striding towards the front entrance to the palace. He could already hear voices, loud and echoing around the walls, but his feet froze in place when he saw who was in the entryway, batting off a medic who was attempting to see to her.
You.
Tamar shrieked, a shrill noise that hurt Nikolai’s ears, and she launched herself at you, almost tackling you to the ground. Tolya followed in a daze, and then the two siblings were holding you in a bear hug, your tear stained face split into a grin as you laughed.
Nikolai could only stare, a feeling of numbness spreading through him.
“Don’t squeeze her too tight, she’s not in the best condition!” The medic was protesting, but your favorite siblings ignored her. “Why do I bother? Just bring her to the infirmary once you’re done.”
Tamar waved the medic off and squeezed you harder, burying her face in your neck. Then she pulled back, wiping the tears from her own face.
“You smell.” She laughed, and you cackled. “Where the fuck were you?”
“Made it to shore. I don’t even know how.” You admitted, eyes downcast. “I probably wandered around for weeks. I don’t know how I managed to get back to Ravka.”
“I know.” Tolya chuckled, hooking a finger under the chain of the golden compass that sat around your neck. “Aye Nik, she’s back in one piece, see?” But his grin faltered when he looked at the prince. When your eyes slid to him too, and your heart stopped.
Nikolai was breathing shallowly, staring at you like he’d seen a ghost. You blinked at him, tears filling your eyes as you stared at your friend. At the man that you’d had a damn hard time not loving, despite the fact that he didn’t feel the same.
“Nik?” You breathed, taking a hesitant step forwards, and he backed away.
“No..” he mumbled, almost as if to himself, and shook his head hard. “No.” He repeated, and covered his eyes, rubbing them with a hand. Then he looked at you again, and his face paled.
You watched in shock and pain as he pushed past you three, headed to the exit. And when you heard him vomiting on the grass outside, something in you cracked. You followed him slowly, legs still aching and tired from your trip, as you made it out to him.
“Nikolai?” You sniffled, staring at him as he retched, his back shaking. When he looked up again and saw you, he shook his head again furiously.
“No. No, stay away from me.” He gasped, staggering away and walking down the drive, avoiding your eyes. “Don’t—leave me alone.”
Your heart broke at the words.
You thought that maybe he’d have missed you—maybe he would’ve mourned you. But clearly he didn’t want to see you. Clearly not.
“Okay.” You croaked, wiping your tears from your face the best you could before you hugged yourself with your arms. “Okay. If that’s what you want, Captain.”
“Don’t call me that.” He moaned, head hanging as he sank to the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees. He was rocking slowly, muttering something to himself as you approached, and you froze when he held up a shaking hand. “Please. Please don’t. Not again.”
You were confused. Confused and hurt and—frankly, you’d wanted nothing more than for him to just hold you. When you’d fallen into the icy water, sure you’d drown, you wanted him. When you were starving in the woods, forced to eat things like tree bark and the rare animal you came across, you missed him desperately.
“Nikolai.” You whispered, voice breaking as he put his head in his hands, his fingers in his hair. You took another step but stopped when a hand grabbed yours, halting your movements. Your head whipped around to Tamar, a pinched expression on her face.
“Just leave him.” She urged, tugging you back towards the entrance. “He gets like this just—just leave him be.”
The pain at hearing those words made your heart ache but you nodded, sparing Nikolai one last look before you moved inside, allowing Tamar to guide you to the infirmary.
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It’d been a week.
A week since you’d returned, and Nikolai was avoiding you like the plague.
He watched in silence as you drifted around the halls like a spectral ghost, your waif-like form always accompanied by either Tolya or Tamar. He saw you in the dining hall, you laughing as they tried to get you to eat more than the child-sized portions you forced down. The first time you’d eaten, way more than your weak stomach could handle, you’d puked—lesson learned.
You slept like the dead the first few days you were returned, and Nikolai found himself lingering by your door, his hand drifting towards the knob but never touching it. He saw you laying in the gardens, basking in the sun, your too-pale skin desperate for some color. He saw you look at him, though he always turned away as fast as he could, fear making his heart rattle in his chest.
It had never lasted so long, before.
The first time he’d seen you was a month after you died. He was so happy he could’ve wept, did weep, but when he reached for you you vanished like a wisp of smoke. And the next time. And the next. So he’d stopped trying. Had started to ignore the shimmer of your ghost in the corners of his vision. Ignored every phantom whisper of your laughter, every imaginary flash of your grin.
But you were still there.
He was sure he was becoming a madman. His sleep was rocked by nightmares, ones that woke him up screaming, twice as bad as before. Until the night that a knock hit his door and he lurched from sleep, panicked, a sweat broken out across his skin.
He stumbled from bed and opened the door, tensing up when he saw you standing there, your sad expression peering up at him.
“Why are you ignoring me?” You asked, voice tight as you looked at him. He swallowed, eyes haunted, before attempting to shut the door. You stuck your hand out to stop it and he flinched away, almost tripping over himself as he backed up. “Nikolai—?”
“Don’t don’t.” He pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut and counting to ten before opening them. He shook his head again, mouth wobbling. “Please.”
“Why?” You begged, tears running down your face as you stared at him. “All I’ve done is miss you—been desperate to come back to you and you won’t even—” You covered your mouth, then slowly nodded your head. “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll go.”
But when you turned, ready to leave him for the last time, he reached out and grabbed your hand. You tensed, a shock running up your arm at the contact of his skin against yours, and you caught your breath as you looked at him.
His eyes were wide—startled. He was staring at your hand, eyes boring into the skin as if he was transfixed. Then his other hand covered the first, and then he was pulling you a fraction closer, trailing fingers across your skin. His voice was a broken whisper when he said, “Real?”
Your heart stopped.
Oh.
“Yes.” You sniffed, touching his own hand, running your fingers over his knuckles. “Im real, Nik.”
“But you—” he shook his head, but his grip tightened. “You died.”
“No I didn’t. Im right here, baby. Im here.”
He could’ve sworn the ground was going to drop underneath him at the words. He let out a low, devastated groan through his teeth before you were throwing yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He was shaking, mumbling ‘real real real’ under his breath as you held him, running your fingers up and down his back. His head was against your shoulder as he shook, tears making your tank-top wet.
“I’m here.” You told him, holding back a sob of your own as you breathed him in. As you held the man you’d been so desperate for. “I love you. I’m here.” His fingers dug into your back and waist at those words, a deep sigh leaving him.
“Don’t leave me again.” He whispered, the plea of a broken man against your skin. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“You didn’t.” You said, pulling back to look at him, holding his face in your hands. You didn’t care anymore—hadn’t cared for a while—about keeping the line between friendship and more intact. You loved him and, based on his reaction, you were pretty much certain he loved you, too. “I’m here, okay? With you.”
He pressed his forehead against your own and sighed, swallowing roughly. Then he opened sad, tired eyes to meet yours, his hands clasping your neck, as he bent down and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, one of determination to prove your existence, and the feeling of him almost cleaved you in half. But you only kissed him back, leaning into him as one of his tears hit your face, and then he pulled back a fraction.
“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you desperately I couldn’t live without you with me I couldn’t handle—I kept seeing you and—” he shook, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “I love you, Y/N. I felt like I was going mad.”
“You’re fine. I’m here. I love you.”
As he pressed his cheek against your own and held you, he felt himself relax for the first time in months. The love of his life was alive—was back—and he could finally breathe again.
Sorry idk why I felt like doing this to y’all LOL
#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lantsov x reader#wattpad#nikolai x reader#shadow and bone imagine#fluff#nikolai lantsov x you#angst
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astro observations 4
Hi besties,
So we got to the pluto post already? Ik y'all be thrilled for this. Everyone has a secret crush on pluto so let’s goo. 😎
I know that much of this post is advice, but I really felt the need to share what I learned too in hope it helps someone out there. You guys asked so many questions I tried to answer them here. If I don't then I don't have much experience and knowledge about it, but you're making me learn about it. ♥︎
Highlights: sun, ascendant, MC, scorpio, aries, pluto, chiron, mars, uranus, venus, 1st house, 10th house, 7th house, 8th house, celebrity charts
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🌑 Pluto square/opposite/conjunct sun, and positive aspects too but softer/easier. Your ego is dead every other week? You question yourself, you analyze yourself a lot. People who want to understand their personalities fully. The moment they got a grasp of it, it's dead again. Being misunderstood a lot, appearing more intense or forceful than you intend to, especially at a young age. Pluto is two steps ahead of you here, you need to catch up, you need to conquer your fears again, you need to strengthen your will occasionally. The epitome of transforming. Everytime you change, people are shocked, where did that power come from? Mixed impressions. Your intensity can come off the wrong way with your self expression until you understand where it comes from, until you integrate all parts of yourself and accept them fully. The more you understand how to use your power with intention and control the more you know how to express yourself, the more people relate to you, trust you, gravitate towards you and share with you. But again always carrying that inner power, that deep knowing, a layer of controlled intimidation with a hint of mysterious allure, pluto ain't going anywhere lol.
🌑 Pluto aspecting ascendant especially square/opposition/conjunction, this is very similar to pluto sun aspects but a lot more visible. People don't have to interact with you to see the darkest parts of yourself and themselves in you. Conflicts and misunderstandings are much easier to happen here. You feel misunderstood, you want to scream "I didn't mean it that way" everywhere you step. Your looks are intense you already know it. Now with this aspect, any change that happens on the inside whether positive or negative is HIGHLY HIGHLY visible in your appearance, on your face especially, it's insane. Having a bad day? It's either visible on your appearance or absolutely unnoticeable, who knows what pluto decides to show that day. Controlled or unleashed? But you should know the what, where, how, why, you are meant to watch the way you come off. You don't change it from the outside in. It's your shadow, the emotions, how you resist certain behaviors, how you let it go. How you dig deep, find the pain, and feel it, cry it out, squeeze what's left, heal it, let it go, revisit it, show it compassion. Look at yourself in the mirror again? Extremely transformative, try and meet them once every two years, you won't know them.
🌑 Pluto ascendant aspects especially conjunction have this astonishing almost unbelievable ability to become magnetic, that beauty you become hooked on. Features transforming. Eyes that make you want to come back again and again, endlessly mysterious, flirtatious without trying. Ability to appear extremely cool. Darkness that stays with you to help shine all those distinct features of yours even brighter. A lot of shadows on the face, under the eyes, on the cheekbones, on the neck. Their style is unique, there's always meaning behind it, it's never shallow for the likes of others, it's the way they embrace all they are and show it to the world.
🌑 Pluto has this ability to make your aura mesmerising. Just like you were able to integrate those parts of yourself and fix them from the ground up with so much detail like you are some magical surgeon, all of this work is shown on the outside. You can seduce people with one small move, you don't have to try. A devilish ability to convince people of things, a trustworthy persona with a demand for respect. Pluto knows you got all it takes to dig deep and reinvent yourself, which is why you have these aspect.
🌑 Now I have advice for people who got pluto harshly aspecting their ascendant, I have it opposite my ascendant on the 7th hear me out. You might appear exactly what you don't want to appear that day, it's frustrating. What's the meaning behind it? You won't know it until you see many other impressions of others and it becomes more real. That's because the 7th house is what others mirror to us and what we mirror back. Relationships are not easy for you. You might need to seperate yourself from others and watch how you act by yourself, then take those expressions of people as feedback. Where is your blind spot? Is it that serious or is it just a part you won't accept about yourself? Try to analyze how you appear healthy and rationally. Spend time looking in the mirror, cry in front of the mirror, tell yourself what you want to say, face the pain by facing yourself. You need to have empathy for yourself, it's a journey you're taking, don't overdo it or avoid it completely. Do what you can until you feel satisfied with yourself, don't obsess with it. Remember to see the blessing in it, the blessing is power, no one said power is easy to deal with.
🌑 People with pluto ascendant aspects, applies to pluto MC aspects or 10th too, with every death and rebirth in themselves, their personalities and life events, they feel the need to change parts of their appearance on the outside, whether through style, makeup, hair, or attitude. The types to cut their hair out of nowhere because they felt like it. They ain't waiting for a haircut they find them scissors and do the job. The types to shave parts of their heads, get piercings, dye their hair, bold makeup, new makeup tricks, new everything. Shocking people with "this is the new me" and feeling good about it. Each era has an aesthetic especially with pluto conjunct ascendant or 1st.
🌑 Pluto trine/square/conjunct venus, have that strong ability to make their clothes appear expensive, or rather valuable, it's a mysterious, effortless, composed kind of value, with the way it fits their bodies, the way they style it, especially if they appreciate fashion and have interest in it. If they put time and intention on what they wear. If they feel worthy of all that they have and treat it like it's worthy. Aesthetics that are memorable, the way they present themselves is immaculate. People want to copy them, but again it's that aura and intention it's never the clothes.
🌑 Pluto aspecting inner planets in general especially harsh aspects and conjunctions. Once these people understand their power and control it, balance it out, especially with the way it comes off. Once they stop hiding their compassion but rather embrace all that they are, without fearing losing other parts of themselves. Once they realize and face the effect of their words, their immediate responses and expressions, and their minds. Once they realize their motives and THIS one is important, that's when pluto truly truly shines, it becomes irresistible. The dark has been explored and now it can see the light, but it mastered both. You now see the power in others and appreciate it without feeling any less powerful, because you are firm in who you are and it's unshakable. The more work you do, you become the textbook magnetic, there's an undeniable pull to your energy.
🌑 Aries and scorpio in ascendant/moon/mars/venus, their walk is powerful. You don't hear them walk tho, especially scorpio. It's like they powerfully silently walked to the end of the road but you'll miss it if you don't keep looking lol. A lot of charisma and seductiveness. Their style is just who they are. There's an individualism with the way they carry themselves, especially if aquarius/uranus is strong in their charts. They wanna do what they wanna do vibes. Accessories look great on them. Trendsetters just because of the boldness to break current trends and the idgaf aura.
🌑 Pluto in the 12th house, very much like saturn 12th, have had their world shaken up. Individuals that are used to inner turmoils, and constant subconscious triggers. Profound eras of deaths and rebirths. Stillness and loneliness, traumatization, emotional baggage. Seeing their deepest fears in nightmares, in themselves, in others, overcoming their fears, facing them, discovering that they have power over their subconscious, they had it since the very beginning. They've started from completely being unaware to hyper aware of their subconscious patterns, habits and inner power. Bringing their subconscious to their consciousness and transforming it gives these individuals immense power over themselves and others. They lead and take on positions of power.
🌑 Pluto in the 12th can mean literal death, sometime in the 8th and 11th too. People whose deaths are a mystery, unsolved deaths, speculations over their death, dying young. Now this is especially prominent if they also have north node/mars/uranus in the 8th or 12th. It is very interesting to see how the north node, pluto, mars, and uranus can cause abrupt deaths! Steve Jobs with pluto in the 11th and 12th cusp, and mars in 8th. Princes Diana with NN, mars, pluto AND uranus in the 8th (mind blowing). Marilyn Monroe with pluto and NN in the 12th, AND mars with uranus in the 8th. Elvis Presley with pluto 8th. Michael Jackson with NN in the 8th cusp. bye I'm mind blown.
🌑 Chiron conjunct/opposite/square ascendant, in the 1st or 7th. Wounds related to your self concept, expression and appearance. Such a difficult placement especially if saturn or pluto aspects the ascendant too. Through your experiences with others, you were made to feel doubt and confusion with the way you appear. Body dysmorphia is common with this placement. Your ascendant is a sensitive topic for you. One day you feel okay about yourself and the other deskilling it completely, you don't know which way is the truth. Your body image is unclear, but it becomes better as you learn to heal yourself and others. It's better to remember the positives about yourself and be rational. Constantly remind yourself and others of how beautiful you and they are. You are meant to feel compassion for yourself and others. If you can't convince yourself that you're beautiful that day try and say it to someone else, your words are healing, super healing especially to people that have the same issues.
🌑 Charts with chiron opposite ascendant, Chris Pratt, Dakota Johnson, Jenna Marbles, Keanu Reeves, Kendall Jenner, Kurt Cobain, Bill Gates. Chiron conjunct ascendant, Selena Gomez, Margot Robbie, Heath Ledger, Shakira, J. K. Rowling, Lily-Rose Depp.
🌑 This kind of applies to chiron conjunct/opposite/square MC or in the 10th, but moreso with how the public sees them, thus how they see themselves. Their skills and abilities never being enough to them. How they perform at work is never satisfying enough to them, thus they work harder, they put so much pressure on themselves to the point of exhaustion, especially if they are career driven. Their doubts can stop them from taking action. They might stutter or freeze whenever they have to act and take action. Fear of being at the center of attention but desiring it. Doubts about their life purpose, where they stand in their career. Distorted perceptions about how the public sees them.
🌑 Chiron aspects to MC or in 10th people are usually respected and looked up to, unlike how they see themselves. Ironically, they can heal those wounds for other people through their work, strong ability to make others feel heard and understood when it comes to their career, self image and public opinions. They are remembered for their work and the effect they had on others. Individuals that have chiron in the 10th are many, Marilyn Monroe (makes so much sense because she wasn't confident in her acting and had speech problems), Kylie Jenner, Drake, Lorde, Miranda Kerr, Pharrell Williams, Pablo Picasso (remembered so much after his death), Sandra Bullock.. and many others.
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approval - jj maybank
REQUEST: "could u write a lil fic where reader is dating JJ secretly and she's toppers sister??? and he finds out and gets all mad - it can end however u want! thanks" requested by @sofiatheseconf
WORD COUNT: 1.0k
WARNINGS: curse words
a/n: check out my most recent jj fic
“Shh, will you be quiet?” you whisper-yelled to JJ as he practically stomped up the stairs in your house. “My mom and Topper are here,” you said sternly as you closed your bedroom door quietly.
He rolled his eyes, letting himself fall down on your bed. “Maybe we should just tell Topper,” he said with a shrug and your eyes snapped to him, giving him a look that just screamed, 'absolutely not.'
You laid down next to him with a sigh, “as much as I hate sneaking around all the time, I think I would hate having my boyfriend murdered by my brother more.”
“You have a decent point,” he said, followed by a dramatic sigh. “I just want the world to know about us.”
You turned toward him, eyebrow raised, “the world?”
JJ rolled his eyes, “you know what I mean.”
“I know,” you said softly, turning yourself over to look at him. “I don’t love it either, but you gotta admit, the risk of getting caught is a little thrilling, isn’t it?” You said slowly, tracing the skin under his t-shirt.
He let a smirk play at his lips, nodding slowly. He re-positioned his body so he was hovering over you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissing him hungrily. He moved down to your neck, planting wet kisses down to your collarbone.
“Hey y/n, Mom wants to know if-” you instinctively pushed JJ off of you at the sound of Topper's voice, and JJ landed on the floor with a thud. “What the fuck?” Toppers familiar angry voice echoed through the your now dead-silent room.
Your eyes stayed widened in a state of shock, eyes flickering between the two boys in front of you. “I was wrong, this is not thrilling,” you mumbled to yourself.
JJ shot up off the floor, and Topper snapped out of his shock and started toward him. You pushed yourself off the bed quickly, hurriedly blocking Topper from your JJ. “Wait, wait.”
“What the fuck is going on in here y/n?” you opened your mouth to speak, “actually no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. But whatever it was, it’s over.”
“You can’t be serious,” you said with a scoff.
“I’m more than serious, I don’t want to see that pogue around you ever again. Understand? I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
He was not kidding. Over the next couple weeks, where ever you went, he went. Where ever you ate, he ate. Where ever you shopped, he sat on the bench outside the store. He even watched your tennis practices. He would practically hiss at every pogue who even came within 10 feet of you. Even when he wasn’t with you, he had one of his dumbass friends watching your every move as if you were a child that needed babysat.
You’d been annoyed by your brother before, obviously, but this took it to a whole new level. You were furious.
Though he watched you like a hawk when you were out and about, he somehow never thought to watch you when you were home. Once you realized he hadn’t checked on you in your room once, JJ started to sneak into your room almost every night. It was baffling that Topper hadn’t figured it out yet.
He would sneak in through your window around 9:00 every night, so it was dark enough so he wouldn’t be seen but light enough so he could see what he was doing.
One night that planned to come over, he had fallen asleep unwillingly. He didn’t wake up until midnight with about a million missed texts and calls from you. He threw on a shirt quickly sent a short text before heading to your place.
He climbed up to the roof, paying more attention to his feet on the slick roof from the rain, rather than to where he was going. He held his hand out until he found glass, knocking on it softly.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” JJ heard a loud, muffled voice from the other side of the window that definitely wasn’t yours.
“Fuck.”
The window opened abruptly and JJ was pulled into the room, landing on the wood floor. “Didn’t learn your lesson, pogue?” Topper yelled, standing over JJ fully ready to beat the hell out of him.
JJ held up his hands in surrender, “just let me explain, alright?”
“Explain what? That you’ve been sneaking into my little sisters room to-” he scrunched his nose in disgust, shaking his head. “To do God knows what.”
JJ pushed himself off the floor and onto his feet, “listen, we’re not just having-” he stopped when he saw Toppers glare. “Sorry,” he mumbled, mentally cursing himself. “We've been dating for three months, Topper. It’s not just a meaningless fling, it’s serious.”
Topper stayed silent, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought. JJ continued to plead his case, “I know we don’t have a great history, okay? But I don’t even care about any of that anymore. I love her man,” JJ admitted quietly, saying the words out loud for the first time.
Toppers head snapped up, meeting JJ’s eyes and searching for sincerity. He took a step closer, taking in a breath. JJ didn’t move a muscle, doing his best to appear confident.
“Just so you know, I don’t like what I’m about to say. But I love my sister, and I want her to be happy,” Topper started, jaw clenched. “One chance; you get one chance. You break her heart, and you’re gonna have a lot more broken.”
JJ nodded, holding out his hand for Topper to shake, “I’d never hurt her,” he said simply, obvious genuineness laced in his voice.
Topper firmly shook his hand with a short nod.
You peaked your head around Toppers opened door with a smile, deciding it was okay to reveal yourself now. You had heard the entire conversation, including a certain phrase that you couldn’t wait to say back to JJ.
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Trade Places // Jake Seresin
Summary: It was supposed to be Hangman. And if you could go back in time? You’d let it be him. Without a shadow of a doubt.
Warnings: Leg Amputation. Jake Seresin x Enemy F!reader. Angst. Whump.
Word Count: 1.6k
Author Note: Day Sixteen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Amputation. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.
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“The extensive bone injury along with the degree of soft-tissue infection is troubling.” It was supposed to be Hangman. He was the one who was meant to be flying when shit went wrong. It was supposed to be him, the one lying in a hospital room with doctors and nurses consulting on what exactly their best course of treatment would be. “No matter what we do—“
“If the infection goes to the bone it’ll be hard to treat.” There were two of them, tag-teaming the explanation that turned the axis of your life as you knew it on its head.
“And eventually you���re looking at bone loss.” It was almost impossible to understand what the doctors were trying to explain to you at that moment in time. There was no way that this was even happening. Surely you were caught up in some twisted nightmare. Because this couldn’t be real, right? This couldn’t be happening to you. “Officially, Lieutenant—I’m recommending amputation now to avoid complications later down the line.”
“I withhold consent—“ You mumbled out nearly incoherently. Your body felt so weak but the morphine was sweet. It made you feel like you were floating, but the weight of the situation you had found yourself in was pulling you back down. Keeping your grounded in reality when all you wanted to do was float away. “I withhold consent, before you drug me up anymore or sedate me, I give no-nobody permission to cut off my leg.”
Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman and yourself had been running drills at the Mountain Home Air Force Base in Idaho for the last week and a half. Advanced Tactical air to air Combat Training that was designed to push you to your absolute maximum. The Airforce were running the training days and Mav saw no excuse for the five of you to tag along.
“And certainly not some yahoo in dump truck Idaho—“ It was then you looked over to where Jake sat in the corner of the room. He looked a little worse for wear but nothing compared to you.
It was supposed to be him in that bed—fighting to keep his leg after being ejected and thrown to the ground like a damn rag doll. It should have been him—but of all days to be running ten minutes late, you took the first session, the first run, and he watched you take his place when fate called your number instead of his.
“Please, just take me home.” You begged him as tears welled in your eyes and your bottom lip quivered. “Please Jake.” He hated that it so easily could have and should have been him in your position. So without a word—Jake got up and bailed out of the room. He said not a single word as he made his way to the nearest exit. You cried a little harder knowing you were left all alone.
He couldn’t take this, this torture of knowing if he had just been on time it would be him in your position instead of you. He’d give anything to trade places with you. But he couldn't, not now not ever. Jake Seresin couldn't turn back time any more than he could take your pain away.
“Lieutenant, we’ll give you some time to reconsider your options.”
“You’re not taking my leg.” You spat without hesitation. “I’d rather die than lose my leg, do you hear me?” You meant it with every fiber of your being. “I'd rather die, because without it I'd be just as good as dead.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen to you, it was Hangman's session, it was his hop, his jet, his damn everything.
It should have been him.
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You were going to lose your leg, you knew it. To have your leg amputated from the knee down would end your career. It would see a stop to all that you were trying to achieve.
“I’m gonna go heat up some formula for Lila.” Your husband cooed as he leaned in the press a gentle kiss to your forehead. The two of them had caught the first flight out they could in order to be by your side. After all, it isn’t everyday you get a call to say your wife had been involved in a pretty catastrophic accident. But regardless of the prognosis—your husband Eric was as loving and as supportive as he could be. He knew however, what losing a limb meant for your career. “We’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” You replied as you settled in and pressed the pain relief button. The infection in your leg had taken a drastic turn in the last three days. You had held out as long as you could but alternately, you were scheduled for amputation at three.
Your world had completely changed in one fell swoop.
“Hey.” Jake's voice caught you off guard by the doorway, you’d drifted off as the medication that kept you from screaming the entire hospital down in utter agony coursed through your veins. “I uh—I bought these for you.” In his hand was a bunch of white Lilies, you could smell them from your bed. But you knew deep down they were just sympathy flowers to help soothe Jake's feelings. He felt guilty, but he didn’t feel remorse. “I saw your husband in the hallway.” With tentative steps, Jake stepped inside your room as your eyes lingered on his frame. He looked like hell. Again, nothing compared to you with all your cuts and scrapes and bruises. “I uh—“ It was the way he stumbled over his words that told you Jake wasn’t okay. The usual cock sure of himself aviator had dark bags under his eyes that told you he wasn’t sleeping—and the way he clutched the takeaway coffee up in his hand also told you that his caffeine intake had increased tenfold to keep him awake. “I feel like crap, it should’ve been me on that jet—believe me when I say that if I could trade places with you? I would.”
You didn’t answer to begin with. Hell you weren’t even going to dignify him with a response like when he walked out of your room without a word three days prior. But as Jake looked at you with puppy dog eyes, he needed to be reminded that yes—yes this shouldn’t have been you.
“I would let you.” You sighed. Jake wasn’t expecting that. He was sure you wouldn’t say something along the lines of ‘it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.’ But no. He stood there with a chill so strong creeping up his spine as you laid in that hospital bed awaiting the surgery that would leave you with one less limb, and listened to every word you spoke.
“I had that thought a lot too, and I didn’t like myself for it—but I did.” It was the honest truth, you’d spent hours upon hours thinking about it. “When I was out there, being crushed by debris, I just kept thinking about my husband and my baby and how you have no wife and no baby.” Jake didn’t speak, hell he was sure he wasn’t even breathing—but he was listening. “You have no one.”
Jake Seresin wasn’t any easy person to get along with. Phoenix and Rooster had tried to tell you time and time again that under all the toxic male bravado and the cock sure attitude—Jake could be and was, a decent human being. But he’d never given you a reason to believe that he was nothing but an egotistical, arrogant, and selfish man.
“I only went up there because I was pissed at you for being late.” You could remember it so clearly. How mad you were at Jake for being late to work. How if you didn’t get going you’d be forced to stay late and breastfeeding was already a mission in and of itself as it was. Being so far away from your baby girl meant you were pumping and dumping and freezing what you could. Jake being late was throwing you off your schedule. “So I kept wondering, while I was lying there just waiting for someone to come rescue me, that I was only there because he’s so selfish and so thoughtless.”
You’d tried to like Hangman, time and time again you’d given him the benefit of the doubt. You’d even set him up with a friend of yours. But all he did was break her heart. Jake knew that you had tried, he’d given you every reason under the sun to hate him though.
Why?
Because what was the point in ever being close to you when he could never have you. The ring on your finger reminded him every day of the unattainable.
“And no matter how hard I tried to make you better, you’re still a horrible person.” It was hard to take on the chin, but Jake took it. He only let the tears in his eyes well long enough to let you know that your words would forever remain with him. No matter where in the world he went or the people he’d eventually meet. He’d remember you, the woman who took his place when it so easily could have been him. “So now, I keep wondering—why this would happen to someone like me, instead of someone like you.”
“You’re pissed off—I get it, I really do.” Jake finally answered you as he walked over to your bedside. “But I really am sorry for what happened, all of it.” Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. He truly was sorry—and he’d give anything to trade places.
“Yeah—yeah I guess you could say that I’m still pretty pissed off—“ You scoffed in return. Nothing Jake could say could change the past, could change what happened. He was lucky. He was the one who got to live out his life the way he always saw it playing out. The Hangman—always and forever leaving people high and dry.
“So, with all that being said, Lieutenant Seresin, could you please get out of my fucking room.”
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The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2
This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.
Part 1
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One Month Before
The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.
They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.
“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.
“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”
Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”
They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.
She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.
Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”
“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.
“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”
She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”
Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”
Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”
Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”
Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”
Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”
Brian gulped but nodded.
“Steve isn’t straight.”
He frowned. “He isn’t?”
She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”
Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”
“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.
“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”
She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”
Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”
“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.
He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”
“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”
Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”
Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”
Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”
She nodded.
Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.
“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.
Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”
“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.
Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.
“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.
Brian shook his head. “Nope.”
Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”
Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”
The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.
“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.
“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.
“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”
“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”
Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.
Two weeks ago
Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.
“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”
“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”
Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.
“What’s up?” she asked slowly.
“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.
“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”
Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”
Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”
Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”
Steve and Robin shared a glance.
“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.
Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”
“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”
Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”
Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”
Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.
Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”
Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”
Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”
Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.
“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”
Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.
“You have?” Robin asked.
“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”
Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”
Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”
Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”
Steve just groaned.
*
One Week Before
Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.
Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”
Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”
“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.
“I’m gay...” Will whispered.
Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.
“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”
“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.
Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”
Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”
Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”
Dustin pouted.
Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”
Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”
“Steve,” Will said softly.
Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.
“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.
Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”
“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”
“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.
Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”
Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.
“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”
Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”
The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.
“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”
Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”
Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”
Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”
Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
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At Your Service
Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Chapter 15.
Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor
"I fucking knew something like this was gonna happen again!" Taehyung hisses venomously as both he and Jimin stare down at Guk who hasn't gotten off the couch all day.
"Tae…" Chim murmurs softly, nudging him the ribs.
The escort's cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are bloodshot with red rims signifying the lack of sleep he's gotten for the past few days.
"No! Look at him! I knew this shit was gonna happen! He looks like he's been fucking shot!" the tallest shouts, knocking Jimin's hand away.
"I know it seems bad right now but maybe they can patch it up, you k-"
"Are you fucking kidding me, man? You got wrapped up in her little play too, huh?! That bitch-"
Within a second Jeongguk is off the couch and gripping the neck of the older man's shirt with eyes that come alive with fierceness and molten anger. "Watch what you fucking say about her in my house!"
Chim takes a step back, blinking at how fast the youngest moved.
Taehyung isn't afraid of the confrontation, his smirk is almost bitter and sad for the man before him.
"I want to say I told you so badly. You have no idea," he mumbles, wrapping his hand around the escort's fist.
"Get the fuck outta my house," Jeongguk hisses, shoving Tae back with a force that makes his heels dig into the carpet below before laying back down on the couch to stare off into space some more.
"I bet you would even get back with her if she asked you too! You have no backbone, Guk! You don't even understand how absolutely wrong she is for this!"
The tallest is right in that sense, if you just called Guk or texted him he would go running to you wherever you are. Somehow your ex-boyfriend feels as if this isn't real.
You wouldn't push him away like this, you wouldn't leave him alone without any explanation if you weren't frightened. The doctor must have told you something awful. Maybe you can't face reality, yet. Or maybe you don't want to face it because then whatever it is might become real.
"What're you gonna do, Gukkie? You can't stay in this apartment forever staring at your phone," Jimin asks with a soft, soothing voice.
The escort continues to stare at his coffee table and simply shrugs when Chim crouches before him making eye contact.
"God, I can't believe the women you pick," Tae guffaws, folding his arms once more.
Jeongguk feels like a mere shell at this point, every step he takes feels like he's crawling farther and farther away from you.
He can barely even think anymore, his thoughts are always solely on you. When they're not on you, he thinks about what he's done wrong.
It's been two weeks since you blocked him from you. Everyday feels like it's longer than the last.
He wishes he would have told you how much he loves you instead of whispering it in the dead of night while you slept. Maybe if he told you how much you mean to him, you would have been brave enough to not push him away. Jimin constantly tells him to stop dwelling on it but it seems almost impossible.
"You have a job," Jimin announces, busting through the apartment door.
"What?" the escort hisses, lifting his head lazily off of the couch.
"You have a job," his best friend enunciates, throwing a pair of black jeans that are piled up on the floor at his head.
If you were to see the state of your ex-boyfriend's apartment right now, you would drop dead. It's quite simply a mess.
"I didn't take a job. So no, I don't," Guk hisses, tossing the jeans off of his thigh with a rough hand.
"Applehyme wants you and only you. And me being the great guy I am told her that you'd do it so here we are. Now get dressed, you gotta be there in thirty minutes."
The escort lets his eyes flutter closed and he can't think of anything else but wanting his couch to swallow him whole. Even Hawking is staring at him with curious, sad eyes and it rips through his limbs like butter.
Applehyme only goes to one restaurant and as annoying and crude as she is… Namjoon also goes to that restaurant to get you food.
Maybe if Guk goes, he'll see your coworker. And if he sees your coworker, he can hound him to fess up what's going on with you.
As all of this works itself out in his brain, he stands up in a flash.
"Thirty minutes?" he inquires, heading off to the bathroom.
"Thirty," Chim agrees, throwing himself down on the couch.
Jeongguk finds these restaurants way too dim. It's almost as if everyone is sticking to the shadows around him while he sits at a brightly lit table with older women swarming him like some kind of plague.
He has to squint just to see ten feet from the table but the prospect of seeing Namjoon is too hard to miss.
He takes the thigh touching with a grain of salt. Miranda Applehyme seems to never keep her hands to herself but when she's paying such an exorbitant amount to do it… he never complained.
"You've missed a few of our luncheons, Jeongguk. We were wondering when we would see you again," one of the fellowship announces.
The escort has never paid attention to any of these women's names and he's not about to start now.
"Oh… Yeah," he breathes, sitting up straighter when the doors open, "I've been busy."
These women are very bad at understanding social cues, especially when they feel like they're above everyone else. They don't understand that Guk couldn't give a bigger fuck and they really can't understand that he isn't paying a lick of attention.
Your ex physically deflates when the person that enters isn't Namjoon and he shakes his head minutely at the disappointment of it all.
It was a small chance to see him and an even smaller chance to get him to talk but he had to take it.
He needs to understand what's going on.
With a sigh, he turns his attention back to his now cold plate of food and he pushes the chicken around with his fork like a child.
"Are you alright?" Miranda inquires, pushing her bangs softly away from her eyes.
"Yeah… I'm fine," he whispers, giving her a polite smile.
The afternoon with the mothball fellowship felt longer than most days and when it's finally over the escort takes a large relieving breath.
He holds open the car door for Miranda as she climbs into her Bentley and with a sullen smile, he politely nods to her.
It isn't even two seconds later when a nice, posh car rolls into the lot and as Mrs. Applehyme opens her mouth to speak, Guk slams the door shut.
Namjoon slowly makes his way out of his car in a nicely pressed three piece suit and your ex practically fumbles his own feet as he advances at your coworker.
"Oh God," Joon whines, catching sight of the man before him.
"Explain!" Guk snaps, grabbing at the lapels of his suit.
Jeongguk isn't the only one with muscle and within a second your coworker barrels towards hjm and shoves him up against the side of the restaurant with narrowed eyes.
"Listen to me, she does not want to see you. Do you understand me? She does not want to speak to you. Leave her alone."
The words are like bullets to your ex and he seemingly slumps, almost limply, within Namjoon's grasp. When your coworker promised he'd get to the bottom of this. Guk stupidly assumed the taller blonde man would just fix everything but that's clearly not the case.
Joon pulls away sharply, fixing his suit with a huff.
"Well… wh-what's wrong with her?" Guk inquires softly, running his hands over his face.
Your coworker sighs loudly, having to look away from the man he's broken with such few words. He wants to tell him so badly but… he promised you. "She's not dying, I can tell you that much."
The escort's eyes flutter shut and Joon takes a step away to look at your ex in his entirety. He's fucking messy, although he's masking it well, the bags under his eyes tell it all.
Joon has loved you for so many years, longer than this fucking guy but he's not the one you need right now. He knows that.
You find very little comfort in his presence and you don't speak to him or anyone to try and shut the world away.
"Let's get a drink, c'mon," Namjoon sighs, heading toward the restaurant and pocketing his hands.
"A drink?!" the escort guffaws, widening his eyes as he watches the blonde man walk away.
"That's what I explicitly said. Yes."
The restaurant's bar is posh and completely filled with well off business men that have little care for anything in the entire world.
With a sigh, Guk picks up his whisky and watches as Namjoon rolls up his sleeves. The expression on the blonde man's face is one of exhaustion.
Huffing out, your coworker leans back into his chair with a groan.
"Y/N has been working so hard the past few days that it's running everyone else into the ground,"Joon announces, lifting his glass of wine.
Just to hear the way the man speaks your name, to see the adoration through his tired mocha irises makes Guk want to spit on the ground.
The blonde man notices the tension and anger in an instant but all he does is simply cross his legs confidently.
"I've know Y/N for a long fucking time. So long that… it sometimes feels like I've known her forever," Namjoon whispers, looking down into his glass. He doesn't know what he's going to say but he needs to say something.
The escort leans back into his chair, nursing the whiskey as he keeps his eyes on the older man.
"When I first met her… I grew a crush on her immediately. She was mean and vicious but she did it with poise and flare. I've been in love with her for years and she's never given me the time of day… But when you came along it was almost like it didn't even take you a week for her whole personality to change. Then I realized… I was never right for her. She looks at me like I'm some sort of background character and I'll never actually have a chance with her. I could try for seven more years and she'll never reciprocate because she doesn't care for me. I don't know if she would even call me a friend after all this time."
Guk simply watches Joon's inner monologue bleed forth from his lips like he's been dying to say this for ages.
Your coworker combs his fingers through his hair, completely at odds with what to do next. He's taking a lot on his shoulders and he's not even your significant other.
It's almost parasocial in a way.
Guk sighs softly, letting the burn of the whisky soothe his nerves.
What are you going through?
"Does she hate me? Why is she doing this?" your ex inquires hopelessly.
With a frown, Namjoon guzzles down the expensive wine. He shakes his head slowly as if he's trying to figure out exactly what he wants to do and say.
"I can't help her like you can. She doesn't… I'm not the one that she needs," your coworker breathes.
"So what're you saying?" the escort inquires, setting down his now empty glass.
"My car has black out windows so if you sit in the backseat then when I pull up to her gates the guards won't see you," Joon announces, setting his glass down and standing up.
"What?" Guk breathes, tilting his head.
"Just be quiet and follow me," the older man mumbles, rolling his eyes, "she's gonna fucking kill me, man."
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