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thehusbandoden · 7 months
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You Flinch During an Argument -Amajiki Tamaki
A/n: so sorry this took so long! I had a good thing going but my power went out and it got erased </3
I do think this one's better though. Technically this is the third legitimate try <33
Edit: I'm trying out a new format for my info.. is it better or worse O.o
General info:
Wc: 1,176 words | angst to fluff/comfort | Character/s: Tamaki Amajiki
Warnings!: loneliness, snapping, flinching, a little bit of crying. Please let me know if I miss any! <3
Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi
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The night was cold as you sleepily flipped through your journal, not wanting to write but knowing you should. The entries from the last three months have been short and filled with a dull ache of lonliness. They lacked the usual length and warmth you poured into the pages, ranting on about how sweet your timid Tamaki is and how much you adore him and his ever lasting warmth.
The rambling would go on and on, but now you wrote a paragraph or two about how your life has been 'fine' and that Tamaki has been super busy- if you wrote at all.
There was one or two that held multiple paragraphs of your frustration and not knowing who to blame- knowing that it wasn't Tamaki's fault that there weren't enough heroes to protect the innocent of your large city.
Tamaki was doing his best to protect the defenseless, and you admired that- but the dull ache that sat in the pit of your stomache couldn't go ignored much longer.
Sighing, you closed your journal, standing up from your desk to head to the living room, deciding to talk to Tamaki tonight.
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Four hours later Tamaki walked through the front door, tall form drained from exhaustion as he made his way inside, already stripping off his hero gear.
"Tama?" You call, poking your head out from the living room to sadly smile at your Tamaki.
"Oh. Hey y/n." Tamaki yawned, dropping both his cape and mask onto the floor as he dragged his feet towards your room, tossing his belt onto the kitchen table before moving onto taking off his gear further.
"Wait, Tamaki!" You call, stopping at the bottom of the stairs as Tamaki paused, looking back at you.
"Yes bunny?"
"Ummm.. can we talk?" You ask, smiling at the nickname Tamaki gave you the first week into your marriage- though he later admitted that he thought of it when you two were simply friends but was too shy up until that point-.
"Baby, I'm really tired.. is it important?"
"Yes.. it'll only take five to ten mintues."
"Okay baby, where do you want to talk?" Tamaki yawned.
"How about the living room? I can give you a shoulder massage while we talk if you like." You smile, causing Tamaki's eyes to shine as he smiled down at you.
"I'd like that."
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After you were both situated you started by squirting some lotion on your hands before spreading it onto Tamaki's left shoulder, immediately noticing his many knots.
"Okay bunny, what did you want to talk about?"
"Oh.. so I know that you're working really hard and are really tired.. and I also know that we haven't had us time in a while.. so I was wondering if you could take a day or two off? Not much, just a day or two would be fine."
Tamaki was silent as you bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you didn't upset him somehow.
"Y/n.. are you serious?"
"Y-yes?"
"Do you know how many people might be dying right now? I can't just laze about spending time with you because you're feeling lonely. Why don't you go hang out with some friends?"
"T-that's not the same.."
"How so?"
"I want to spend time with you Tamaki. You know, my husband?" You scoff, starting to get annoyed.
"And I want to spend time saving people y/n, why don't you stop being sensitve and start thinking about other people?"
"But I've been holding my feelings back for months! Please! I'm just asking for a day- even a few hours is fine!"
"Y/n. No. Now if you're done I'd like to get to bed."
Jerking his shoulder away from your touch, Tamaki started standing up.
"But wait Tama-"
"No. I'm disappointed in your selfishness y/n."
"Wai-"
"Stop."
"Pl-"
"I said stop!" Tamaki hissed, turning around to face you within a second.
At the sudden movement and change of tone you flinched back, tears gathering in your eyes as you stared up at Tamaki, eyes wide.
As Tamaki glared down at you he froze as you flinched, heart immediately breaking as he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes.
"Y-y-y/n I-"
"I-it's okay Tamaki.. you don't need to say anything. I get it. I-I'll just go to bed now."
"B-but y-y/n.." Tamaki whimpered, guilt consuming him as he watched you walk away.
"Y-y/n.. I'm sorry.."
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You quickly got in bed after hurrying up the stairs, wiping at your eyes as you clung to your pillow, staying as far away from Tamaki's side as possible.
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You awoke the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes.
Wincing, you turned around to feel for Tamaki, forgetting all about last night and the dreadful few months.
After feeling how cold Tamaki's side of the bed you sighed, memories coming to you in flashes as you stared at his side of the bed.
Wiping away the stray tears, you got out to get ready for a day worse than the one yesterday.
After getting dressed you made your way down stairs, deciding to get on top of your piling to-do list to help get your mind off of Tamaki.
Stepping into the kitchen, you stepped back at the sight of a lavish breakfast filled with all of your favorites spread across the newly cleaned kitchen table.
"T-Tamaki.." you whimper, looking at your beloved with tearful eyes as he guilty studied you with his indigo orbs.
"Y-y/n I-"
You interrupted Tamaki as you rushed into his arms, clutching the back of his shirt, desperate for comfort from the man you've grown to adore.
"Y/n I- I'm so so sorry." Tamaki mumbled, burying his face into your hair to mask the tears falling from his eyes.
"I forgive you Tamaki, I know you were just over worked and didn't mean to take it out on me."
"I promise you- I really didn't me an to, a-and I feel terrible about it."
"Shhh it's okay baby.. I already forgave you. We just need to reflect on what we did wrong tonight and make sure not to do it in the future. Next time, I'll wait until you're less exhausted, and you'll make sure to remind me that you're too tired, mkay?"
"O-okay.."
"Now baby.. why are you home? Don't you have work?"
"Nope, I took the next two weeks and a half off. I know that it won't make up for the months of loneliness, but I'll try to be better, I"ll take less shifts and make sure to only leave for emergencies when I'm off the clock.
"Alright, that's a good start."
"I may need today and possibly tomorrow to sleep.. but I cleaned the entire house -besides our room- and looked at your to- do list and did a few of the bigger things on there.. oh and I made us breakfast.."
"Tamaki. I love you. So, so much."
"I love you too bunny. I'm really rea-"
"Shh, I already said I forgive you. Now, let's eat!"
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mchlgayser · 11 months
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─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸
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synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.
warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.
daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄
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He came home late, again.
It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.
This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.
'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.
'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?
'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.
You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.
You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.
You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.
You blink in surprise.
That's it? No problem and that's it?
The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.
The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.
You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.
You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.
You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'
'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?
'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.
'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'
'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.
You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.
You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.
But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'
'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.
'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.
Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.
Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.
Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.
But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'
He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.
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beautifulfuckup99 · 7 months
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Request is simple
Alpha JK * Chubby Girl 🫠
Babes, you know I got you! Gonna make this a bit of a part 2 to "I Can Handle It", which has reached 390 hearts so far. I'm so glad ya'll enjoyed it! Lol
Title: A Little Reminder...
Warning(s): SMUT! (Obviously), Body image issues, pregnancy S!X, And, yes, fluff too! Lol
Author's Note: This is for my beautiful Big/Curvy Girls. Love ya'll!
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Jungkook's POV:
My phone rang out as I waited for the light to turn green. I looked down at my phone expecting to see my wife calling, but it wasn't her number. I picked up the call and put the phone on speaker so I could talk without getting a ticket for it.
"Hello?" I asked and quickly heard a sigh of relief come from the other side.
"Finally. What the hell are you doing out there?" Namjoon's deep voice came out in an angry tone, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the conversation I know he'll be having with me soon. Even on hiatuses, he was still my Hyung...
"Joon please, I have enough people mad at me for tonight." I muttered softly, hoping for some mercy after the week I've been dragged through.
"Well, someone's gotta figure out where your damn head is at. Y/N says you're cheating on her?" He asks and I want to yell out. 'I'M NOT CHEATING!', but I hold in the frustration. Married. Married, living together, and expecting our first child, and Y/N's insecurities had found a way right back to us.
"She called me crying after you walked out tonight? Didn't I teach you to never leave just leave a fight unresolved?" He lectures and I hit my forehead on the steering wheel before looking back at the road as I drive around the city streets of Soeul. "She said you never touch her and that-" I finally cut Namjoon off from his worried rant.
"I know what she said! I hear it all the damn time. That's why I left. I'm sick and tired of her always accusing me of looking at different women when we're out together or saying that she's not attractive anymore. She's having my child, Joon! We're married for crying out loud! What more should I do to prove I'm not going anywhere?" I asked in pure exhaustion. I'd even taken this break for her, and it seems like nothing was working. This was honestly worse than when we were dating. I hear my Hyung sigh before he begins speaking again.
"You need to understand that she's very sensitive right now, Jungkook. Any and every little thing will find a way to set her off. Especially since you guys haven't been doing much-" I cut him off again.
"That's none of your business." I say fast and then pause. "I-I'm sorry, Joon..." I sigh, just angry that Y/N would even tell him all of this. He hums.
"Jungkook. Y/N said that she believes the reason you won't touch her is because you think she's getting fat." He says, and I huff in annoyance as I stop at another red light.
"Joon..." I whispered while shaking my head. "I still, and will always, look at Y/N like I did the night we met. I've told her how much I love her body!" I try and defend. Namjoon hums again.
"But her body has changed, Jungkook." He points out. "Have you given her a reminder?" He asks and I nod my head before realizing that he can't see me.
"Not a day has gone by where I didn't tell her that..." I stated before remembering the last few weeks. "I... Well, I mean... Work has been busy lately... And... Shit!" I groaned as I hit my head on the steering wheel again before quickly focusing back on the road.
"'Shit' is right." Namjoon sighs. "You know what you've gotta do now right?" He asks and I stay silent, secretly needing this advice. Even as a grown man with a kid on the way, I knew I'll always need the insight of my Hyung.
"You gotta go home and remind your wife why you wanted a ring on that finger." He stats and I chuckle softly before sighing and pulling over on some random street.
"You're right. I gotta go. Thanks, Hyung." I mumbled and heard Namjoon say a small 'goodnight' and also 'good luck' before hanging up.
I had to make this up to my wife, and fast.
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I get home just as the clock shows 2:30am, but I'm not tired at all. I close the door behind me and hear the stairs creak a bit as someone comes downstairs. Turning around, I see my beautiful wife standing at the bottom of the staircase, hands crossed over her chest as she bit the corner of her bottom lip as if waiting for the right words to come to mind... So was I.
I had everything I was gonna say ready in the back of my mind, yet now, seeing her there with her hair a mess, her cute little nose red, and her gorgeous eyes puffy, all from crying... I just felt shame for even putting her through this.
"Baby..." I begin as I started walking over to her, flowers in hand, her favorite. "I am so sorry for everything-" She cuts me off with a shake of her head.
"No... I-It's my fault." She states. "I should've known that you would never cheat on me and I'm sorry I accused you. I-It's just everyone talking about you having 'so much chemistry' with that actress in your new music video... I-I guess I just kinda... Kinda lost it." She whispers with her head going down in shame.
I open my mouth to speak again but my voice gets caught in my throat. What good are words at a point like this? I walk over to my wife and grab her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. "I want you Y/N..." I whisper as I look her in the eyes. She pauses and I grab her by the waist, pulling her against me, her curves working as amazing place holders for my arms.
"You don't have to-" I cut her off by picking her up bridal style so I could take her up the stairs to our bedroom.
"I thought I told you back when we were dating. I can handle you just fine. I think you need a little reminder." I whisper in her ear.
As soon as we get through the doorway of the bedroom, I pinned her up against the first wall I could. I didn't mean to be rough with her, but it's been so long since we've even made out... Lust clouded my mind when she moaned into the kiss because of the sting my hand had just left on her plump ass. I kissed her, my tongue shooting into her mouth so I could taste her for the first-time in... I don't know how long.
I pushed her up against the wall harder as my hands reached down to her legs so she could get the hint to jump up and wrap them around me. My hands went to the hem of my shirt she'd been wearing, basically ripping it off of her. I moved away to get a better look at her and moaned. She was wearing red lace. "You were prepared." I pant and she blushes. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She taunts quietly. I put her down to get a better view of her and her body.
Her gorgeous body...
With a spin of my index finger, I motioned for her to turn for me. She slowly and hesitantly did. She turned her back towards me and I slowly grabbed her hips and squeezed. Fuck, I love this view the most...
"I'd be insane to get tired of a body like this." I whisper in her ear, causing her to turn to look at me from over her shoulder. Her bright eyes made my heart flutter like always.
"You mean that?" She whispers softly, as if challenging my sweet words. Our relationship was always a tug of war, and I loved it. She always kept me on my toes, kept me sharp. I smile before cupping her face, the pad of my thumb stroking her cheek.
"With every fiber in my being." I whisper back before leaning in to kiss her, this time more slowly. Our lips move like butter on a hot pan, the motion is slow and consistent, her tongue licking at my lower lip makes me shiver. I pull away from her lips though as my hands pull her closer to my body.
"How did I get so lucky?" I ask as I eye her, and Y/N blushes slightly, thrusting her butt against me to bump me away a bit before turning fully towards me.
"You make it sound like I'm some goddess..." She tries to taunt but I notice how little sarcasm is in her voice, like now she truly believes that she isn't. It makes an anger spark inside me that is quickly replaced with a need to make her believe me.
"Y/N..." I whisper as I make her look at me. "You are a goddess." I state.
"No, I'm not..." She begins, but I lean in and kiss her again. She puts her hands on my shoulders to probably push me back, but I know what she likes. My lips wrap around her bottom lip to suck on softly, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her as close as her stomach would let me.
As we make out, my hands move to grip her ass, loving the feel of it in my hands. I loved the feel of her cellulite, the stretch marks, how soft it felt when I squeezed. Like dough. I especially loved the noise it made when I...
Smack!
Y/n gasps against my mouth as I rub the ass cheek I'd just smacked. "Get on the bed. I fucking missed this body." I whisper, tonguing my lip ring as I eye her bashful state. She was always so cute...
"Jungkook-" I cut her off.
"Don't 'Jungkook' me. This is what you wanted, right? Why you've been so fussy? It's cause I haven't been giving it to you lately. I'm gonna make up for that right now." I say as I grab her chin firmly, loving how she breathes unevenly at the promise. "Now get on the fucking bed." I order, not in a mood to repeat myself. Not when all I wanted was her withering under me...
Y/N is quick to get on the bed and I drop my jacket finally before walking over while undoing my belt. I yank it off and use it on her wrists, not needing her hands wondering. "Let me take care of this body." I smirk as my hands roam her half naked body now.
I grope her breasts as she gently moans and it's music to my ears. I kiss the tops of her breasts as I squeeze them. Her back aches so I can reach behind her and take her bra off. I slip her bra off of her perfect body and take time to really look at her again. Her hair's a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and she's never looked better. 
"I am so fucking lucky." I begin. "I get to wake up next to you every morning," I kiss the middle of her chest. "Come home to you every afternoon," I kiss down her stomach. "And make love to you every night. I'm in heaven..." I whispered softly before I pull her underwear all the way off and throw it over my shoulder, not caring where it lands. I spread her legs and get comfy between them.
I focus on her inner thighs, wanting to mark them up, biting and leaving hickeys on her perfect skin. "P-Please... Kookie, please!" Y/N begs in need, and it makes me smirk. Being pregnant made her more sensitive. She was practically leaking on the bed already. My breath brushes over her soaked pussy as I tease her more.
"You want it? Hm?" I taunt quietly as she shivers. I smirk and move to face her. "You know what I wanna hear." I say.
"I-I'm a pretty girl..." She whimpers softly. "Please. Please give it to me..." She whines softly. I hum and cup her pussy in one hand, rubbing my palm against her clit. It makes her moan louder and makes me smirk.
"Fuck, you're so wet, I can hear it..." I say happily as I slide two fingers into her at once cause I know she can take it. And she does. She always takes my fingers so easily. Almost as easy as she takes my cock...
"Oh my god..." She whines as her hips hump against my hand. I move to lay next to her as I focus on finger fucking her, eyes almost rolling every time her walls milked my fingers.
"Look at me. Look at me." I order between pants, and her eyes are half shut as she does, forcing herself to stay focused and not lose it to the pleasure yet. "My pretty girl. You like it?" I whisper against her lips, her hands moving against the belt tied around her wrists.
"Yes! Yes! Please, faster. Please, I love-" I cut her off by adding a third finger and rapidly thrusting them in and out, making her head roll back, and I wasn't letting up. The gushing sound coming from her pussy as I finger fucked her was egging me on too much to let up.
"Baby! Baby!" She gasps in pleasure, hips halting as I get to her sweet spot. I relentlessly hit that spot, over and over again as she says my name and my ego grows. I always thought hearing my name from ARMY was music to my ears, but having my wife chant it as I hold her shaking body with my fingers buried deep inside her? It was just a better use of my name...
"Take me baby... Please. Please, fuck me." She whimpers and I feel completely lightheaded at her pleas. I pull my fingers out, making her groan at the loss.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you something much bigger." I assure in her ear, making her squeal. I roll her on to her side with me behind her.
"My hands! Please!" She pants as I kiss and bite along her neck. I groan softly and kiss her ear before releasing her wrists. My hands roam her body before I finally undo my jeans that were acting as a prison for my cock. I moan at the relief of my bulge finally being free from it's trap.
Her hand is on my cock before I can even guide it between her legs myself. I smirk as I watch her eyes stay glued to the mirror by our bed. "You know exactly where to look. Good girl..." I praise as I help push into her.
She sucks in some air fast and I grab her leg to hold over my hip so I can push in deeper. "Fuck..." I groan as I feel my cock instantly become surrounded by her warm and wet walls that squeeze around my length in need. "Treat my cock so good, baby..." I pant.
"Give me..." She whines and it makes me smirk. So needy...
I start fucking her faster and her hand goes to mine that's around her waist. Her nails dig into my arm and the burn of her nails going up my forearm only makes me thrust faster. "Oh... Fuck, baby!" I groaned as I move my hips so I can find her sweet spot.
"Jungkook!" She moans out loudly and I smirk. Found it.
Y/N throws her head back, her hair everywhere and her chest moving rapidly up and down. My head moves to the cork of her neck so naturally. This was so natural. I could never experience this with anyone else. And if I had to fuck her speechless to get it through her head that she was my one and only, then so be it.
"So perfect..." I breathed out against her ear as I watch het through the mirror before slowing down. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of my cock. I wanted to feel just how tight her walls wrap around my cock with need to keep me in.
"Look at me." I whispered and grab Y/N by her chin before she can move, making her whimper loudly. She locks eyes with me.
"Please. Please, fuck me. I have to cum..." She shivers and I smirk as I move my forehead, so it's pressed to hers. She gasps loudly as I give her hard and slow thrusts.
"You are so perfect." I breathed out and she just whispers my name shakily. I smile at her reaction, eyes rolling shut and mouth dropping open. My firm hand moves to her clit to rub it. The look on her face was one of pure need. Pure beauty...
"I love you. I love your body. I love your mind, baby. Fuck..." I pant. "I fucking love everything about you..." I ramble on as she blushes more, whining how much she loves me.
"Kookie... I... Oh god... H-Harder... I-I love you! Please, baby, harder." Y/N cries out, and I move harder. Her hand moves down to hold mine that's rubbing at her clit faster now. I kiss along her face as she trembles.
"Let go, baby." I breathe out. "Come on, beautiful... Cum for me." I continue and Y/N presses her lips against mine hard, but she barely kisses me, too lost in pleasure. I don't mind though. I swallow all of her moans as she cums hard, her whole body shaking as she throws her head back against my shoulder blade, breaking our kiss. I continue through her orgasm and after a few more thrusts, I cum just as hard inside of her.
We don't move after such an intense session. The silence in the room is loud as we try to catch our breaths. I do, however, spend time kissing all over her face, neck, and shoulder as she softly begins giggling, something she does when fully satisfied, and it's always enough to make me fall all over again.
"I love you." The voice is weak and shaky, but it belongs to the woman I love. So, it's perfect...
"I love you too, baby." I say back, my voice hoarse. I slowly move out of her, making her gasp softly at the loss. I pull her into my side to cuddle.
"I'm sorry. For being a handful." She mutters quietly and I chuckle softly.
"Don't be. I'll always be ready to remind you just how amazing you are. I can handle you, baby. Never forget it." I smirk before kissing her tenderly.
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mountingpulisic · 1 year
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DECODE
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a/n : i just want to thank that anon that gave me feedback on my writings, it was greatly appreciated and i hope this makes up for all the cliff hangers :). the song is decode by sabrina carpenter
you're good at the falling, not the staying there
you're good at the giving too much then getting scared
you're good at impersonating someone who cares
and you had me for a minute there
mason’s behavior perplexed you nonetheless. one minute, he made you feel as if he was ready for a relationship. inviting you to his games, gifting you his famous number nineteen jersey to wear and introducing you to his teammates on the pitch. 
the other fifty nine minutes, he ignored your existence and acted as if you weren’t there. after it happened a second time, you confided in your friend about it. expressing your frustrations about how hot and cold the footballer was towards you, giving you mixed signals constantly but expecting for you to drop whatever you were doing at the dime of a hat when he finally called after being awal for weeks. you felt foolish that you would fall for it time and time again. 
but now I wonder why
I let your confusion keep me up at night
i'm so tired
re-read every single undertone and I
another sleepless night was upon you as you tossed and turned in your bed. mason had rung you before you laid your head down, saying he missed hearing your voice and to give him a callback when you received the voicemail. any other time, this usually had you going weak in the knees but not tonight. you started to fluster on why he was constantly toying with your heart, you were so tired of this recurring cycle.  
overanalyzed it, front, back, and beside it
where else can we go?
there's nothing left here to decode
done lookin' for signs in the gaps and the silence
it's just getting old
there's nothing left here to decode
Mm-mm-mm
“ i don’t see why you just don’t block him, y/n. mason is obviously showing you all the signs that he genuinely doesn’t care about you. stop trying to decode every little thing he does and ditch the lad.” y/bf/n ranted angrily on the phone, tired of you always ringing her to bitch about mason’s odd behavior. you knew she had a fair point; however, you couldn’t simply just brush off the chelsea player. having mistakenly fallen for the charming brunette despite his odd behavior.
“ you know what they say, the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody.”
there's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you
being myself, did that emasculate you?
learning from you that I can walk away, too
and you had me for a minute, too
y/bf/n had invited you out with some of her co-workers to indulge in the london nightlife, at first you didn’t want to go. work was keeping you exhausted, your brother was crashing on your couch and don’t even get you started on the million unread messages from mason. In a strange way you felt at peace not overanalyzing his behavior, or trying to diagnose what mood he was in when he had sent you a rather short text. feeling as if a weight had been lifted of your shoulder for finally realizing that mason was only playing games with your heart, you had agreed to y/bf/n invitation to join.
and that’s how you found yourself face to face with the one person you were successfully avoiding.
mason
“why are you avoiding me, love?” he asked.
he had successfully cornered you when you excused yourself from your group of friends to use the restroom. trapping you in the stall, not caring how it looked to bystanders. aroused by the sudden close proximity of your bodies, you gently pushed him back to create a distance.  
“I asked you a question, y/n.” 
“I’m not avoiding you mason, i’m just no longer chasing you. you had me going mad when one second you were telling me about how you’d talk to your mum about me, then the next i see you out on social media with another’s girl tongue down your throat.” you felt yourself getting teary eyed as you finally expressed your emotions out loud to him. 
mason surveyed your expression, trying to pick up on any sign that you were just pulling his leg, that you actually weren’t being serious.
“love, i didn-” 
“no, i'm going to stop you right there. you don’t owe me any type of explanation because you and i,” gesturing between the small gap you created between the two of you “we aren’t together, and i finally have come to the conclusion you are not in the position to be a boyfriend right now. so i’m doing us both a favor by walking away.” 
with that you pushed past him out of the stall, leaving mason there flabbergasted at your actions.
mason knew dragging you along was wrong, but he was only doing it because he was scared. scared of trusting his heart, falling headfirst into love but fearing that no one would be there to catch him. he knew deep down you were nothing like that, when he first met you, you’d actually haven't even given him the time of day. Too busy worrying if your to-go order was going to be ready in time because you didn’t want to be late to your lecture. 
mason was the one doing the chasing then, following you out of the cafe and begging for your number. you had given it to him after he followed alongside you towards your university, talking your ear off and listing multiple reasons why exactly you should give him your number. irritated, you finally folded, writing it down on a piece of paper and shoving it into his chest.
mason had called the number on the paper as soon as you started to walk off, causing you to laugh loudly from his actions of making sure it wasn’t a fake. 
now he had demolished what you two were slowly building up, and he couldn’t help but to kick himself and feel emasculated. 
There's nothing left here to decode
Mm-mm-mm
There's nothing left here to decode
Mm-mm-mm 
maneuvering your way through the crowded club, you wanted nothing more than to go home and wallow in self-pity. mason consuming your thoughts as you pushed past the sweaty club goers, a few more steps and you would’ve successfully made it out of the club if someone didn’t grab your wrist and jerk you back. 
turning around ready to bite the head off of the person who had the nerve to forcefully grab you, you fell silent when you noticed it was mason. 
“Im scared, y/n.” mason confessed loudly to you, dropping your wrist and moving closer to you so you could hear him properly. “ i’m scared that after i let you into my world, you are going to regret giving the stupid footballer a chance. that you’ll end up hating me for being away so much, that you’ll hate me for all the online hate you are bound to get, i don’t want you to hate me.” 
In your mind you sarcastically repiled, too late for that, but chose to keep silent when you noticed the few tears that had made an appearance in the brunette’s eyes. 
“ i know you properly already do hate me but please give me another chance to prove to you that you could be happy, that you could be happy with me.” the words he spoke sounded inviting, despite all the bullshit he put you through.
time passed slowly in mason's mind as he saw the wheels in your head slowly turn at his monologue, silently praying that you wouldn’t just walk away and forget his existence. 
“one chance.” you said, holding up your index finger. “you ruin that, there won't be anymore, mount.” 
mason doesn't give a verbal response as he pulls you into him and gives you a passionate kiss. lips crashing into each other, he pulls you even closer when he feels you melt into it, your hands finding home on the back of his neck. 
"you won't regret it, love. now come on, let's get out of here."
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soutcftime · 7 months
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Boyfriend - Jake (sweetbitter) x Reader.
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SUMMARY: Congratulations! You get a boyfriend. But how Jake would feel about that? It supposed you are not a thing so he shouldn't be mad, right?... Right?
NOTES: This was inspired by AI! Jake. Thank you AI! Jake, you made my night.
RANTING: E
WARNING: age gap (young reader), walking red flag Jake, jealous Jake, this is, again, very questionable. Smut written by Asexuals ™
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"Jake"
You were just starting your shift when you approach to him. You were the new girl for a while, and of course, you fell into his charms.
Honestly, it was very out of yourself doing that. You hate the one night shit. And you were absolutely tired of it. No more bullshit to your life.
So, you decided, you were going to give a chance to the beautiful rugby lad from your university. He was sweet and nice, and really good playing rugby. And, better than anything, your father approved him. It was all you need to accept being his girlfriend.
No more casual encounters, no more sex in a bathroom, nor in the back of an ugly bar. No. More. Jake.
"Hm?" Jake doesn't even look at you, he seems very concentrate on cutting the lemons.
"I have to tell you something" you don't even know why do you say it like that. Like it's something really important and you need to have all his attention.
Perhaps Ari was right and you were nothing but an attention whore. Damn.
"What is it?" he glances at you. A curious glance.
"I have a boyfriend"
He blinks at you for a moment and then burst out a laugh.
"I'm sorry, am I supposed to be sad now or...?" he shakes his head, walking away from you. He had to attend the rest of the bar.
You feel your cheeks burning, an horrible feeling climbing your whole body. Humiliation.
Yeah, well. Maybe you deserved it. Why would Jake even care about it?
You sigh in resignation. Better focus on the job.
The job by his side. The whole night.
Now, why did you never listen to your dad? “bartending is shit, (Y/n). Get a real job.” Fucking old man was right.
"Can I know why did you tell me that?" you were cleaning the cups to put it on its place when he approached. You shrugged.
"Jesus Christ, Jake. I only told you that to make it clear that we cannot continue... you know..."
"Fuckin?" he finishes your sentence with a smirk.
You nod.
"Well, I don't care if you have 5 boyfriends right now. I'm still gonna ask you to come home with me tonight" he rests on the bar. His stupid smirk there on his lips.
You frown, who did he think you were?
"I'm going to say no, Jake. I'm being serious about this" he chuckles at your statement.
"Just for tonight, babe. You're not cheating if no one knows, right?" he raise his hand to touch slightly your chin. Just a little touch.
There was no way you are thinking about the proposal. No way, the rugby lad was decent. He likes you and you like him back. Stop it.
Well...
"It's still cheating if you and I know the truth, Jake" you arch your eyebrows, trying to prove your point.
Jake chuckles softly, dropping his arm at his side with a sigh.
"Alright, then. If you're so faithful to your boyfriend, just give me a kiss" you blink twice.
"Jake, I'm not--" you shut, just looking at him for a moment. "I won't..." you can't keep talking, so you just sigh and kiss his cheek briefly. "There. Happy now?"
Jake smiles, tilting his head to look at you properly.
"Good girl. Now..." he grabs your hand gently, caressing it with his thumb. "Come with me, your boyfriend will never know anything." he take a step closer, looking at you with his stupid puppy eyes.
"You are insufferable, Jake" you say instead. But you don't say an explicit no.
Jake takes it as a win.
"Yup, and you love it. Right?" he lets go your hand. A winning smile on his lips.
"I don't" but of course, you were lying. That was kinda fun, cause you were terrible at lying too.
"Yeah, you do. Stop deny it." he laughs softly, taking his steps back to his place of work. "Come with me tonight. Not to the club, my home" he propose.
And of course, you are going to say no. Because you have a boyfriend and you like him... right?
"Fucking hell" you say instead, nodding at his proposal.
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Jake's flat is absolutely comfortable, and you really like it. The soft music on the back, the books, the posters. All of it. Even the plants that Jake loves.
You hate yourself for being there, anyway. You shouldn't. It was wrong. And you were going to break some poor boy heart just because you can't stay away from... him.
And even so, you accept the cup of wine that Jake gives to you. It's weirdly domestic. Too odd.
"So..." he says, lighting a cigarette for himself as he sits besides you on the couch. He left the cup rest on the little table in front of you. "I don't talk to you for a day and you get yourself a boyfriend? That's interesting" he smirk, holding the cigarette between his lips.
"Fuck off" you roll your eyes. It hasn't been a day, it has been a whole month.
He went to somewhere with Simone for vacations and didn't call at all. But that was okay, because you and him weren't dating. You were focusing on your studies and the job on the restaurant. That was all.
"Tell me about him, please. I'm dying to know" he release the smoke with a smirk. You can hear the sarcastic tone on his voice, so you don't answer to that.
"What's his name?" he insist, resting his foots on the table too.
You sigh. "His name is..."
Jake snores, loudly. Then he release the smoke again. Right into your face.
"Jesus, Jake. You're five" you finish your drink with one gulp.
"Oh, please. I don't care about your boyfriend at all, (Y/n). I only care about you and the fact that suddenly you decided to date a man" another man, Jake thought.
"I think I remember you said you don't care about me at all the last time we've been together" you raise your eyebrows, amused. "What? Are you going to tell me you're jealous now?" you tease him, turning around to face him.
He frowns, letting the cigarette rest on the table. "Yeah. I'm jealous as hell" he turns to face you. Two big hands grabbing your waist and pinning you into the couch. "I don't want anyone to have you, specially your stupid boyfriend. You should be mine"
He was talking dead serious, looking at your eyes with nothing but annoyance. He means it.
"No, you just angry because someone face you to say no. That's why." you remove his hands easily, pushing him away as you move to stand up. " You can't accept the idea of a simple no. Well let me tell you something, Jake. I'm not like the others girls that fall with your charm. Or your angry face. Or your puppy eyes"
Jake's angry face changes to an amused one. Raised eyebrow and smirk. You look at him for a moment, confused.
"Is that so?" he says, his voice sounding roughly and deep. "If you're so devoted to him, what are you doing here?" he asks, raising one hand to grab your hip and drag your body to his lap.
And you do.
Now, you were sitting peacefully in his lap like the good girl you were.
"Why would you be here if isn't because you want this as much as I want it? I want you to be mine" he was already kissing your neck as he continue talking.
Fuck, you really shouldn't.
But Jake touches you so gently, caressing your back until his fingers find the clasp of your brassier and release your boobs free under your shirt.
"And, honestly, I would miss your little cunt around my cock" you whimper with the statement, melting with his kisses and his caresses.
"It's not cheating if no one knows, right?" Jake laughs on your ear, kissing your cheek softly. You were repeating his words.
"No" he says.
His thumb pinches your nipple, while squeezing your other boob.
And, in a blink, you were riding his dick like your life depends on it. It was absolutely pornish the way your bodies together sound. How every jump make the sofa grind and how sweet Jake moans your name.
"You are so tight for me, baby. So wet, so perfect" he bites your neck and you whimper louder.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck" you can barely speak, too concentrate in following the tickles in your belly. "Ah, ah~" you close your eyes at the feeling, too close. Just a bit longer and you'll cum.
Jake hold the grip on your thighs so hard that you can actually feel his fingers marking you. But you can also feel his teeth biting you and his tongue caressing your nipples.
"Jake! Jake, Jake I--" you shiver and open your eyes to reach for his gaze. His pretty blue eyes lost in the black iris of lust. "Ah, please. Please, please. I'm-- I-" you almost cry out your moans.
"Yes, baby. Cum for me, what are you waiting?" Jake sighs, roughly. Holding you tightly as your orgasm strike. "Oh, fuck. You're so good. You feel great, all warm and wet for me" he grabs your jaw gently, reaching for a kiss. His lips were soft, but somehow he makes the kiss nasty, biting your lower lip and allowing his tongue into your mouth.
It leaves you breathless. It was too much.
And so, his fingers goes down and touch slightly your clit. You squirm, your whole body feels electrified by his touch alone. He's very much hard inside you yet, so you make an effort to keep going.
"Jake" you call, tears already falling down on your cheeks. "Jake, you're so good. C'mon, cum with me" your voice is cracked, overwhelmed by the feeling.
You shut your eyes again when the second orgasm hit you, and you can also feel the warm seed of Jake filling you. You sob, hiding your face on the crock of his neck for a moment.
It feels good. It feels right. Like you belong there.
"I came inside" he says, voice deeply and fucked.
"Yeah, I can feel you" you keep your eyes closed while he caress your back gently. If you stay like that, you'll fall asleep.
"Let me clean you"
"No, just... just a moment" you can feel yourself already dripping, but he feels so good like that. His soft cock inside you like its the normal place to be.
"Petty" he says, mocking. He kiss your forehead, moving you softly to rest on the couch.
And you just stay there while he reaches for wet towels to clean you.
"Look, your dropping all of it on my couch" he's joking, of course. But yet, you put your fingers down and grab all the fluid you can before putting it inside you again.
You see his dick twitch with the scene.
"You're a menace, d'you know that?" he laughs, cleaning the rest of you, and himself.
"Am I?" you ask, looking at him with innocent eyes. He grabs his t-shirt from the floor and gives it to you.
"Let's go to bed, shall we?" his impossible smile back on his face.
You squint. "I should go home already"
Jake looks down at you, then at the clock above. "It's fucking three am. And you're full of me inside you, I'm not letting you go" he grabs you gently and carry you as a princess to his room.
"You really wanted to say that I was full of you, right?" you ask when he let you on bed. He glances at you, smiling.
"Yes"
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silkydew · 1 year
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Doe really really loved you.
John doe x gn!reader
Warnings: Mentions of stabbing, blood, mild sexual content, making out
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From what felt like an eternity, you had just finally clocked out of work. Sure working at the gas station out of all the other options seems lame and all, but it pays enough for your small apartment.
Swiping your phone out of your pocket to check the time, you examined the time for a hot few seconds, 7:10 pm. The bus should arrive soon.
Just as you started relaxing your shoulders, you felt a sharp gaze behind your back, goosebumps starting to form on the back of your neck spreading to the rest of your body all while your hairs were rising.
"Hi."
Jumped to the sudden greeting, you twisted your back quickly to see that same forsaken face, that exact same forsaken face.
"Ah- ! Geez you scared me!" Replying with a hint of annoyance plastered on your tired expression.
"..do you like being scared?" John doe tilted his head in seemingly innocent curiosity.
What?
"Um.. kinda, it just entirely depends, but you certainly shouldn't be jumping out on people like that!" You scoffed.
"You're cute when you're scared" He said plainly while staring at you with unblinking yellowish hued eyes.
...
Silence creeped through the air, until doe finally spoke up.
"Can I come home with you?"
Stuttering, you slowly but unsurely you agreed.
"I.. I guess?.."
"You shouldn't invite strangers home." He slyly remarked.
"..oh-"
"But don't worry! I'm not a stranger anymore! you know me now!" He chirped while clasping his hands together to his chest.
Uh, okay.
Hearing the bus screech into it's signature spot, you quickly walked inside, and sat on a seat, along with john doe standing in the opposite direction of you.
Tapping your foot nervously while looking at the bus window, you could see a glimpse in the reflection of his gaze eyeing right on your figure. Why did I ever agree to this? You silently ranted in your head as you reached your destination.
Stepping off the bus, you trailed off to your apartment, and then the moment of realization hit you, He's not here.
Maybe he forgot to get off the bus? That should be a good thing.
Fumbling around your bag for keys, your hand finally hit the cold metal, and dragged it into the keyhole. Click, the door is open.
Walking in, you kicked your shoes off and face planted onto the couch sighing with satisfied relief. You then paused for a moment, should I get something to eat?
I say I deserve a little treat, after all I am a little hungry. Standing up, you walked over to the kitchen, and started examining the fridge.
"I wonder what we have her-"
Squash, you stepped on something.
"Jesus, what did I step on?" You then looked down, which is something you regret doing, horror struck upon your face.
What the fuck is that? You lifted your foot up from what seems to be a.. blob of an unknown substance of flesh? Great, I'm gonna be sick.
You immediately grabbed a plastic piece of bag, and scooped it up dunking it into the garbage.
I think I lost my appetite.
Sighing, you decided you were just gonna relax and watch tv for the night.
Plopping yourself against the couch, your eyes mindlessly looked at the moving motion of pixels, eyes drooping, you slowly drifted away, away into slee.."
"What are you watching?"
Your face immediately contorted into horror, absolute horror. Slowly twisting your head around, you saw him, it was John doe.
"How did you get into my house?!" You shrieked in panic.
"You let me in silly! You're so forgetful you know that?" John doe giggled.
"What the fuck are you talking about??" You spat while staring at him in utter disbelief.
He smiled even wider, "y ou ca n f eel it do n't you?"
Something was not right. the air feels glitchy and crackly.
"Th ere's so mething bet ween us.. oh I j ust lo ve l ove lov e yo u!~" he gushed as he pulled a knife out.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no.
You felt frozen, you wanted to run, but you couldn't. The only thing you could do was, watch.
suddenly, you were pinned onto the ground, with John do sitting on your waist.
DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU LOVE ME? 
Then something slipped out of your mouth.
YES.
With full force, the knife penetrated you. It felt like thousands of needles being pushed into you, but excruciating. You tried to scream, but nothing came out, you were in shock.
Blood pooled onto you as you tried lifting your arm to cover the wounds, but for every movement, it felt like your limbs were being torn apart.
Doe looked at you with absolute love sickness.
"Oh love, you're so so so beautiful!" He praised you as he rubbed your sides while leaning down to kiss your bleeding wounds.
It shouldn't feel so good, yet you were dying for more. Doe then lifted his head towards yours, and let his lips crash into yours. Biting your lip, you let out a pained but a desperate moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into your luscious mouth. He wrapped his tongue around yours, then proceeded to move his tongue around along with yours. He then pulled away with a string of saliva connected from your lips to his. He let out a sick wide smile and looked down at your dying form, with love in his eyes.
Doe really really loved you.
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narancias-headband · 2 years
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Why is La Squadra calling you at 3 a.m.?
I feel like they're all usually awake at night, so them calling at weird times isn't unusual...
Risotto
Calls from him are usually important, but not necessarily urgent. Modifications to missions, new info on targets, some question he remembered he was going to ask you.
He actually meant to call at a more reasonable time, but his internal clock is so screwed up.
"Risotto, it's 3 a.m. What do you need?" Oh, is it really so early? My apologies. I can call back if you'd like. "No, I'm awake now. What's going on?"
Prosciutto
He's out running errands. He ran out of cigarettes, so he had to go to the store to grab more.
He wants to know if you need anything.
"Prosciutto, it's 3 a.m. What do you need?" I'm at the convenience store, do you want anything? "You're what?" I'm at- I'll just grab you that one drink you like.
Pesci
He really doesn't want to call you so late. He knows you're asleep and feels bad for waking you up.
If Pesci calls at an unreasonable hour it's either very important, or someone else made him make their call.
"Pesci? It's 3 in the morning... What do you need so early?" I'm so sorry, [Y/N], but Prosciutto and I are out on a hit right now, and he told me to call you to remind you about that one thing...
Formaggio
He just got home from the bar. He's super drunk and obnoxious.
He was supposed to call someone when he made it home... Who was he supposed to call?
I made it home. "Okay? I'm glad... But it's 3 in the morning." I just got home. "Mmhmm. Are you sure I'm who you meant to call?" I just don't want you to worry about me, because I just made it back to my place. "Okay, Formaggio."
He will call back a few different times and say the same thing. Maybe you should just put your phone on silent and deal with the voice mails in the morning.
Illuso
He's just calling to fuck with you. That's it.
He probably won't even say anything when you answer.
Regardless of if you answer or don't, he'll keep calling.
"Illuso! If you call me one more time in the middle of the night, I swear-" Okay, okay. I'll stop. Have a good night, sleeping beauty.
If you look extra tired the next day he will actually feel really bad for waking you. Doesn't mean he won't do it again, though.
Melone
He intends to stay up for the remainder of the night. He's busy with research and has chosen to pull an all nighter. Again.
He just wants someone to talk to.
Are you busy right now? "Melone, it's 3 a.m." Okay, but are you busy? "Yes. I'm busy sleeping."
If you agree to stay up with him, he'll bombard you with all the information he's been finding. It's either mission logistics that make no sense to anyone not on the mission, or science/anatomical discoveries that use terminology that goes right over your head.
Ghiaccio
He's out on a mission and wants to complain to you about it.
Ironically, he's probably going to complain about having to be awake at this time of day.
And another thing- "Ghiaccio! It's 3 in the morning!" Exactly! Why the fuck am I out on a mission right now?! I should be sleeping. "You and me both..." I just don't get why-
Listen to his ranting or don't, you'll get to say about as much either way. It'll be a long time before he notices if you choose to just flat out hang up on him.
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countlessrealities · 10 months
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Summer and morty do you prefer sweets or savory snacks?
Unprompted asks || Always accepting !
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"Sweets are, like, so overrated if you ask me," Summer answers with a shrug. "If I want something sweet, I drink a soda. But for, like, eating? Savory stuff is the best. You can eat more without getting tired of them and you aren't, like, hungry again an hour later."
It's not that she doesn't like sweets. She enjoys a slice of cake like every other teenage girl, but if she has to choose, she's going for salty stuff without doubts.
"I guess my only exception is ice cream? That's the only sweet I'll always pick over most snacks." Especially if it's one of those crazy alien tastes Rick has introduced her and Morty to. "And milkshakes. Not to be gross, but dipping French fries into a milkshake? That's super rad."
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"I-I like savory best too! N-No one in the family has a big sweet tooth. R-Rick loves specific sweets, b-but he usually goes for savory too," Morty steps in, nodding in agreement to his sister's words. "I-Ice cream is my exception too, e-even if it depends on the flavour, y-you know? T-There's this ice cream from, uh, Gloppydrop system, i-it's great."
The teen pauses to shoot Summer a look, before continuing. "T-The other one...o-of my expectations, I mean...I-It's Rick's pancakes. H-He doesn't make them often, b-but they are better than Mom's. Just...d-don't tell her I said that."
The words are followed by a nervous chuckle, while the girl scoffs.
"Yeah, I guess I agree, but he made them, like, one time for us?" She points out with a shrug. "At four in the morning and he was, like, totally wasted. They don't count because it was a one-time thing."
She turns towards her brother, expecting him to agree, but the boy isn't looking away, a hint of guilt in his expression. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
"Don't tell me he made them for you again!" Summer exclaimed, incredulous and outraged. Betrayal. "I even asked him and he told me that it wasn't happening! Why does he make exceptions for you and no one else?!"
Morty shrinks a little, but only for a moment, because immediately after annoyance swallows his initial nervousness.
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"B-Because I'm the one w-who deals with him when h-he's drunk out of his mind at night, w-while you all sleep without a care, S-Summer!" He shoots back with a deep scowl. "O-Or when he's high an-and makes a mess of the house! W-Who disarms his neutrino bombs? W-Who cleans up if he vomits on the floor or-or spills shit in the garage? W-Who has to put up with his nonsense rants? Me! I-It's always been me!"
Summer looks a bit taken aback by the outburst, but she has the common sense not to talk back, even if she is very tempted to.
"S-So, when he is in a...happy drunk mood o-or whatever, an-and he makes me pancakes or t-takes me somewhere cool, I-I let him! Because I-I fucking earned it!"
With one last glare, Morty looks away again, arms crossed over his chest, expression still dark. The girl lifts a ginger eyebrow at him, before rolling her eyes.
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"Geez, fine, calm your tits, bro. Maybe you should spend less time with Grandpa, you're learning all his bad habits."
Morty grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and then stomps off. Summer watches him go, utterly unimpressed, and then shakes her head.
"Little creepy drama queen."
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sisterssafespace · 2 years
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Asslamu alaikum💖
(TW suicidal thoughts for anybody, even u, who doesn't want to read about that - which is totally understandable).
Im just here to rant because I think that lately I may have experienced at least one case and the night before last I had a 3 hour long meltdown caused by my obsessive thing and re-thinking about my past experiences & my paranoia.
I think I am mad and stupid and slow and everybody, even mom, agrees and idk what to do about it. Prayer helps, but I feel caged in my own mind and my life in general and it's not even news, bc I always had this inherent sense of wrongness (wrong in the head, more like it) and unbelonging and stupidity and I try to seem normal to people but I never get the socializing formula right, I never solve the "equation". And even when I think im doing something right people comment on how weird it was when i did x and y. I'm so tired and that meltdown night i had so many suicidal thoughts and i really don't want to die but I fear i will obey those thoughts in the end if they keep being so persistent.
Wa alaykum assalamu wa rahmatu Allahi wa barakatuhu dear sister 🤍
First of all, I am so sorry you are going through this. 😞😞 la hawla wa la quwata illa billah.
I am no professional so unfortunately, there is only so much I can help you with, but I highly recommend you seek professional help about what you struggle with, if that's an option.
With that being said, I want you to promise me to never use " stupid " or " stupidity" when describing or talking about yourself because my dear sister, you are a creation of Allah swt and Allah swt does not make anything stupid. As human beings, we can be a mess sometimes, that's life, so please trust me when I say, whatever you are feeling, if you think you are on the wrong and that you do not belong, trust me, you are not the only one feeling this way, and everyone in your circle, everyone in your community, no matter how perfect they seem, they all have insecurities and they are all struggling with something. As human beings we are not perfect, we are incomplete, that is why we turn to Allah swt for what is missing, to feel fulfilled, to feel whole, to feel complete. That is why I would only pray and hope that no matter how hard it gets you do not stray away from Allah swt and you stay in His vicinity as much as you can.
Also, a practical tip I could give you is to stick to your daily adhkar of morning and evening, and to try and make a dhikr of " la hawla wa la quwata illa billah x 100 times per day " or if you find yourself capable to do x 100 times in the morning and x 100 times in the evening that would be great. This specific duaa is known to help the believer fight anxiety and depression. Allahu al mustaān 🤍
Finally, read surat Ya Seen and surat Ta Ha whenever you can, and if you have time to read or watch tafseer (explanation) from one of your favorite Mashayikh or ulamah (hopefully you can find their videos on YouTube) do that. Surround yourself with ways and/or people that remind you and bring you closer to Allah swt because that is the only way out, the only way to reach the shore safely my dear.
May Allah swt ease your pain and mend your heart, ameen.
- A. Z. 🍃
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reformedmercymain · 2 years
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Really wish my brother would abuse his friendship with the lone echo devs to get me a free copy of the new one
#i don't even own the first one tbh. fucked up and evil moments#i rlly don't have a lot of VR games bc I don't have a lot of space available to play in my house#if i didn't have dogs i could use the living room but i can't sadge#and to be fair lone echo would require being hooked up to my comp and i can't run a cable that far and idk if my internet would play nice#enough to even let me run it smoothly via whats it fuckin called#c talks#so envious that my brother used to work for oculus ages ago. he has the like original demo product somewhere in storage. he could probably#sell it for a lot to some Brand Fanboy type person#it's so weird to now be on the low end of PC graphics. at least for VR that is.#my 1080ti used to be king. but now it's like entry level for the best VR games#however even Back In The Day™ subnautica melted peoples 1080ti's and they had to like. lower the shit down so it wouldn't do that#(even when it wasnt vr)#why do i get so rant-y when i'm tired. i can just talk all night to myself in fuckin tags#if he still worked for oculus we could probably get some badass deals on vr shit but nah#at the time he lived in a house made up of like entirely other employees at oculus#I got to go into Facebook HQ late at night to sign NDAs just to play with shit that they hadn’t even began to whisper about to the public ☺️#but I actually respected the NDA bc it was my brothers job who’d be on the line. but it drove me crazy to not tell people about how it#felt to use vr controllers. since they didn’t exist back then#it was like a year before anything was announced to the public too#fuck Facebook but I will say the headquarters campus was p nice
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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sorry i was so tired!!! req for how the aot boys are when they’re in love❤️‍🔥🥰
aot boys x being in love!
note: this has been sitting in my inbox/drafts for a while but i finally finished it lol so thank u for being patient <3 aot boys are big simps 
eren is so annoying LMFAO i know it’s a common thought but i strongly believe that his love language is being annoying (which is so relatable FR) like he’s so in love with you that he will do anything he can to piss you off (affectionately). you are just sitting on the couch peacefully and he has so much love for you spilling over inside of him that he just has to drop all of his body weight on top of you and bite your arm???? he just constantly wants to be attached at your hip or touching you. he thrives off of you being like 🙄🙄 ur annoying. JUST SO he can be like 😁😁 ya but you love me. i can’t stand him
armin is the most observant lover. when he’s in love with you, nothing is getting past his big ass brain. you could walk into your apartment after a bad day at work and he can tell you are upset just by the way you put your bag down???? he knows when you are sleeping versus when you are faking being asleep because of your breathing patterns???? please he’s so INLOVE with you it’s insane. he just thinks that you are the best thing to ever grace this planet so he plans on using his brain to absorb every single detail it can about you 
jean is whipped. in all definitions of the word. if he is in love with you, he doesn't want you to lift a damn finger. ever again. he loves loves loves to do things for you, he sees it as his boyfriend right of passage. he's like..if i love you...and i'm your boyfriend....why would i let you carry that? why wouldn't i buy you flowers every week? why wouldn't i worship the ground you walk on? simp extraordinaire. he wants everyone under the sun to know he's in love w you!!!! and that he is the one who gets to make you laugh and do things for you and sleep next to you at night!!!! he's such a cornball. i want 20 of him.
connie knows he’s in love with you because he never shuts the fuck up about you. LMFAO he assumes he must talk about you a lot but he doesn’t fully understand it until he’s out with jean and sasha and he mentions your name in almost every conversation. on the 4th time ur name comes up they’re like STFU connie we get it ur in love 🤮🤮 he just loves you so much that he can make literally anything relate back to you lol. he’s out to eat with his friends and he’s like “yeah me and y/n have been here a few times, we split the appetizer combo” or he’s in class and his prof is talking about the science behind migraines and he’s raising his hand like “omfg my s/o gets really bad headaches :/ what can i do to help or prevent them?” he’s a simp but dont tell him i said that
levi is petrified LMFAO he is so scared to be vulnerable w someone in the way that love requires :/ he probably realizes he's in love with you when he's in a bad mood or going through something and he completely freaks out and yells at you and shuts down. he slams the door in your face and sits in his office for what feels like hours, hating himself for taking his anger out on you. he's positive you'll leave him after this, so when he opens the door and still sees you standing there, waiting for him as a shoulder to cry on & an ear to listen, he knows he's in love :) he love spending quality time with you, specifically being able to sit in a comfortable silence with you <3 he's never that vulnerable w anyone else so it is extremely special and dear to him
reiner loving you is him letting you see what he thinks is the worst of him, if that makes sense. like he doesn’t even realize that he’s able to openly talk to you about his fears and insecurities and all of the “ugly” parts of him (so he says)  until one night you guys are just ranting in bed and he’s like “i’ve never done this before” and you’re like wdym? and he’s like “let someone take care of me” :((((( he loves how he can fully trust you to hold him in every meaning of the word possible. you can see his good, bad, and ugly, and still choose him. that means more to him than he could ever put into words <3
porco shows his love for you in the small things. he doesn’t even realize how much he thinks about you and your needs until he’s already doing something for you. he’s doing his usual grocery shopping and he’s like huh this is y/n’s favorite cereal, i might as well pick it up for when they come over and want something sweet. he’s having dinner at his parents house and he’s like wait mom can you help me package up some leftovers for y/n??? they come home late from work on weekends and need something quick to eat. if theres one thing about porco, its that he LOVES to pretend he’s hard or somethin. that he’s this big scary guy who doesn’t care about anything. spoiler  alert: he’s not. especially when it comes to you :)
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garrison-girl-08 · 2 years
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The Other Woman
97 - More here
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader - Not based on real life
Tags - @mitchiesdungeon @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @being-worthy @missymurphy1985 @janelongxox @ntmynouis@thenattitude @katsav17 @kamiiyou @answer-the-sirens@kathrinemelissa @queenshelby@geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy@margoo0 @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @dolllol2405 @misselsbells06@cheekybluefox @alreadybroken-ts @vousmemanqueez-blog
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Three times you had been up last night, once to be sick. Twice to look at the scan photo, it was so tiny. You just couldn’t sleep. Feeling stressed, worried. Kept going to the toilet to make sure you were not bleeding.
Paranoid.
Paranoid, you were going to miscarry. Lose the baby again, but you had no pains. Luckily. You had sat downstairs in the dark and quiet, just thinking. Scout by your side.
Cillian had tried to initiate sex, in front of the fire. But, you had made the “headache” excuse. He was fine about it, but you couldn’t keep lying to him.
Waking the next morning, you had a coffee next to your bed. It smelt so bitter. Yet, you took a big gulp, needing to wake up. Needing some energy.
“Morning beautiful,” Cillian smiled cheerfully, walking into the room, wearing just a white towel. Fresh from the shower. He bent to kiss your lips. “Morning,” you mumbled, still half asleep, checking the time on your phone.
“You were up and down a fair bit last night,” he observed, as he got some clothes out of his bag. "Every time I turned over you were gone," He raised his eyebrow, accusingly.
"Just being in a strange place, I think. Couldn't sleep," you mumbled, pulling yourself up. Reaching for the coffee, still feeling so tired. Like you were hungover, but you hadn't even drank the wine. Your head was fuzzy.
“We have been here before babe, loads of times," he laughed, why was he laughing at you? Was it funny? You getting up and down. Not getting any sleep?
"Jesus, I don't know what to tell you, I just couldn't settle." You snapped, flicking through your phone. Not wanting an interrogation.
Cillian stopped getting dressed, and stared at you. Frustration on his face. What had he said that was so wrong?
"Y/n, what the hell is going on with you? You wanted to come here, yeah? You've hardly said two words, and you keep biting my head off when you do talk," he huffed, waiting for a response.
You kept quiet, staring straight ahead. Trying to avoid an argument, trying to avoid the conversation.
"Is it about me going away again?" he asked, looking irritated. Hastily pulling jeans out of his bag.
Fuck this, you thought climbing out of bed. Not in the mood for an argument. A whoosh of dizziness coming over you, at your sudden movement.
“Not everything is about you, believe it or not," you bit back at him. Holding on to the bed for support. Feeling faint.
"Fuck! nice! ... really nice, I didn't say it was about me!" he yelled. He never yelled at you, never raised his voice. "I cant believe you would say that! Of all people!"
You had white dots in front of your eyes, as you bent forward and took a deep breath. Shit, you were going to be sick.
"I fucking try, Y/n, I try my best. Try to keep a balance," he ranted. "But fuck... you need to give something back here! I’m here now, I will try and get back as soon as I can!”
Standing up, you went to push passed him. Ignoring his harsh words. He caught hold of your arm, pulling you towards him.
"Y/n! Fucking talk to me!" he pleaded, getting frustrated at your silence.
"I'm fucking pregnant, alright!" you shouted, pulling your arm free.
His face went pale, just kept breathing, looking into your eyes. Unable to hold it any longer, you launched yourself into the bathroom. And brought the coffee up into the toilet.
"Wh.. what? Yo… you? When… What?" he stammered, running his hands through his hair.
Kneeling on the floor, you grabbed some tissue and wiped your mouth. Why had you blurted it out like that? Idiot !! Scout pattered into the room, putting his head on your knee.
You glanced up at Cillian, still in the same position. His hand on his head. You hadn’t wanted to tell him like that. You were going to plan it, do it properly.
Think it over first.
Patting Scout, you stood and began to wash your hands. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist, hands on your stomach.
“Are you really?” He almost whispered.
A huge smile on his face, as you caught his eye in the mirror.
“They said I am,” you paused, feeling emotional, “I just can’t believe it. I can’t let myself believe it.” You turned to face him, “I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want to get your hopes up and something might happen,”
He just kept grinning at you, bending down he pressed a gently kiss to your stomach. “Have they done a test?” Cillian asked eagerly. "Yes," you beamed up at him, walking over to your bag. Taking out the small scan picture, and handing it to him.
“Oh my god,” he grinned, like a Cheshire cat, wiping a tear from his eye. Picking you up, he span your around.
“This is the best news ever, I love you so much, Y/n,” He planted kisses on your face.
You were crying now too, “Are you happy?” You questioned, unsure. It still hadn’t sunk in for you, all you could think of was being alone for the whole pregnancy.
“Of course I am happy!” He reassured you, “Show me the scan again,”
That afternoon, you both went for a walk still reeling in the news. You felt better after some food, even though you were tired. Scout was off his lead running off into the fields. As you strolled hand in hand.
“We need to keep quiet about this for now, Cill,” you suggested as he threw the ball for Scout.
“Not tell anyone, you mean?” He frowned, “Be a bit hard when you have a bump, babe,” he laughed.
“I just… I’m anxious. And you won’t be here for the whole time,” you said quietly.
He took your face in his hands, “I know…I know, I don’t want to miss a minute. The timing with this movie.” He shook his head, there was nothing he could do about it.
“But everything happens for a reason. And we have been sent this little miracle. We will work it out,” as he kissed you, you hoped he was right.
It really was a miracle….
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I'm Sick And Tired Of It All
Word Count: 1524
Warnings: Language, Talk About Depression And Anxiety, Intrusive Thoughts
I honestly do NOT care if this is good or bad, I just needed to make this and kinda spread light on how it can be when you're the "therapist friend" or the friend that always has the answer to your problems
And I know no one I know will see this (and if they do they won't know it's me) so I know that I don't have to worry about anyone thinking something about me
So yeah, here is my rant fic
(And here is the rant the fic is based off of)
i’m so sick and tired of being the friend who’s always there to give advice for a relationship when it’s needed
like i love my friend to death, but i can’t fucking help really everything i say i come up with based on what they’ve said and i’m getting so fucking tired of it
and i don’t want to tell them cause i don’t want to hurt them because i have no clue if they talk to anybody else and i don’t wanna leave them stranded without anyone to help them and i’m scared that i may cause my friend to break up with the person their with and idk what to do
i just…idk, i love helping people but i’m sick and tired of always having to help them and whenever i need help and i say i need to talk to someone no one fucking helps besides my mom
and yeah, i love my mom but i hate always having to go to her
i’m sick and tired of saying “i’m okay” when i’m not
when all i want to do is go under the covers and never come out because the second i fucking do something happens and it’s my fault
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Y/N sat on her bed. Legs pulled up to her chest. Lights off. Phone illuminating her face. It had to be about 2 in the morning by now. On and off for the past few hours she was giving her friend advice on what to do in his relationship. She hated this as she was just making it all up as she went along. She had no idea what he was dealing with. She had never really even been in a relationship. She had no idea what he should do about his girlfriends grandmother being so strict. She didn't know what to do after his girlfriend gaslighted him.
She had no clue what was even happening.
Fuck, just last week she was telling her friend to take a break from everything. Focus on the now. Tell people that she needs a break. That she needs time to focus and regroup with herself.
That was what she should be doing. Telling her friends she needs a break. That she needs everyone to just listen to her.
She never understood why whenever she tried to talk about her issues, everyone just would say 'lol same' or 'okay, and?' No one actually helping her.
She did everything she could from making sure they didn't go off the deep end, so why couldn't she stop herself?
The depression had been getting worse that she was struggling to even get out of bed. To be social. To not blow up at everyone because she was tired. But she faked it. Acted like she was okay when she was dying inside. And--
She was knocked out of her thoughts when there was a knocking at her window. She looked over and saw Peter standing in it. His mask was pulled off. She already saw the cuts on his face. She sighed and got up to open the window for him. As he slipped in, she turned on her bedroom light.
When she turned back she let out a sigh. "Go ahead and sit on the bed, I'll get the first-aid."
She heard him give a thanks as she walked out and into her kitchen. Luckily for the both of them, her parents and siblings were all out. Whether they were out of town or at work, it didn't matter as no one was supposed to come home for a few hours.
When she came back to her room, he was only in his boxers. By now she was used to it. Used to Peter showing up in her room at night after he's patrolled the city. She was unfazed by now. She sat down in front of him and started to clean the smaller cuts on him as they would take almost no time.
And she was right. After less than 30 minutes she was done with them. It was when she got to the large cut on his chest. It wasn't deep. And it was as if he was reading her thoughts he spoke, "Came from a knife. I was jumping out of the way when it hit me. I don't think it's that deep really."
"Yeah. It isn't."
As she spoke, she didn't realize just how monotone she sounded. Peter gave her a look that she ignored. She kept her face blank hiding her annoyance the best she could. She didn't want to do this, but she wasn't gonna tell him. She knew he had no one else. Gwen was out of town so it was only her. She hadn't realized how hard she was rubbing the cut until he grabbed her hand and moved it away.
"Alright Y/N/N. I think it's clean."
She looked at him and his face was one of concern. Was that annoyance she saw behind it? Fuck, he knew. He knew she wasn't happy. He knew what she was thinking. Fuck fuck fuck. She felt the cloth fall out of her hand has her breathing quickened. Fuck fuck fuck. He knew. They all knew. They all knew what she thought. Oh gods. They hate her. They're mad. Oh gods. Oh fuck. Oh shit.
Peter grabbed her hands that had been gripping her hair. He pulled them down and tried to pull her in, but she pushed him away screaming, "No! Get away! Get away from me!" Once his grip was no longer on her she stumbled off of her bed and curled into a corner. Rocking back and forth.
She was hyperventilating and she knew it. He kept trying to get close to her but she kept screaming at him. What she was screaming? Who knew. All that he knew was that something set her off. That everything had gotten bad again.
Peter was the only person she trusted. The only person, besides her mother, that she spoke too. However, only once had she gotten mad at him. He wasn't mad at her and knew he deserved it. He had been telling her that she needed to do something and he knew that she knew.
"Y/N, what's wrong?"
"I-I can't. Peter. E-everything. It's all coming down."
He inched closer, "What is?"
"Everything! I-I-I can't k-k-keep doing it! I can't help everyone! I don't fucking want to! I'm sick and tired of everyone coming to me for help but when I need it, no one helps! I'm sick and tired of being the therapist friend who's always there and when they need someone no one is there! I'm sick of saying "I'm fine" when I'm not! I'm not okay Peter! I never will be! It's so difficult to even get out of bed in the morning! I'm tired of it all!"
"Y/N, what happened?"
She pushed his chest, "Nothing fucking happened! Stop always thinking something happened! You don't fucking care! You're just like everyone else! Why do I even try?! I don't care anymore! I don't want to be hated! If I tell the truth everyone will hate me!"
He shook his head, "No they won't."
"Yes they will! If I tell them I don't have an answer or that I can't help them, they'll hate me! I know it! Everyone will hate me if they find out I can't help them!"
His voice was soft, "Who will? Because I can bet they won't."
"Everyone. If I tell them the truth, they'll hate me."
"Well, I won't hate you."
She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore Peter. The depression. The anxiety. Everything. I feel like I'm just a shell of a person. That I'm not really me. Like I do what everyone else wants, but not what I want."
He nodded, "Okay. Fine. What do you want to do?"
"I-I don't know."
"Alright. Do you want me to stay?" She nodded silently. "Okay. Do you want to go to your bed?" She nodded again and shakily got up before she walked over and collapsed on her bed. He knew that she didn't want anything on top of her. "I'm gonna get myself something to drink. Do you want anything?" She shook her head no and he nodded, "Okay. I'll be right back."
As Peter left the room, she curled into herself. She had done it. She had pissed him off and now he hated her. She knew it. He was just pretending to care. He didn't. She knew that he didn't. Who would like her? She was annoying and clingy. Going into conversations and saying things she shouldn't. Speaking before she fully thought.
Everyone hated her.
She kept repeating it.
Everyone hated her.
She even hated herself.
Why did people stick around? All she did was push people away and piss them off. She never could do anything right. Everything bad that happens is her fault. She was a fuckup. She should have never been born. All that she does is manipulate people into caring about her. No one really does.
"You have manipulated no one into liking you. You are not a fuckup. You did nothing bad. Who said that everything is your fault?"
She turned and looked at Peter. "No one. But it's true. I know it."
He shook his head, "I firmly believe that if no one said it then it just isn't true. Even if you said it. Especially something like that."
"I'm doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Manipulating myself. I'm making myself feel bad about having feelings. About letting it get worse again."
"You've been better, yes. But it's okay. It doesn't mean anything bad. You may be more in-tune to your emotions, but so what? I think it's good that you are. Because that means that you are true in what you do. Your emotions make you, you and there is nothing wrong with that."
"Really?"
He nodded, "Yeah."
She sniffed and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry for yelling and hitting you."
He shrugged, "It's okay." He grabbed her hand, "Just please talk to me next time it gets bad. Okay?"
"I'll try."
He kissed her knuckles, "That's all I ask."
"Peter?" He hummed in response, "Can you stay?"
He smiled, "Of course."
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yup-thats-me · 2 years
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Cuddles Please - Tom Hiddleston X Reader
pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader
summary: a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl
warning: cuddles, pride and prejudice book, bobby, Tom being a cutie, disney reference, and the use of the word 'daddy' like twice, and a huge ball of fluff :D
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"I'm home, Darling," Tom called out as he stepped in the house. The house was dimly lit, and he couldn't trace where were you. Usually, you'd be in the living room binge-watching some random show or in the kitchen doing or making something.
"Love? Where are you?" Tom asked a little louder this time, still you couldn't hear him. Bobby was laying on the carpet, his master's arrival woke him up. He came closer to Tom's leg, nudging gently.
Tom looked down and smiled at his canine friend, "Hey Bobby. Can you tell me where the missus is?" Tom asked him sweetly. Bobby was very attached to you. Whenever Tom or anyone addressed you, he'd be wagging his tail vigorously.
Bobby started to bark and ran up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. Tom followed him in suite. The door of your bedroom was slightly ajar. When Bobby came in the room, you were startled a bit.
"Y/n, darling, why didn't you answer me?", the voice of Tom came after. You were laying in the bed with a book in your hand. You smiled brightly at Tom as he seated himself beside you on the bed.
"Sorry, Tommy. I was reading," you poked out your tongue playfully. Tom chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Anyway. What you're reading, Love?" he asked leaning to look at your lap where the book was placed. "Pride and Prejudice", you answered smiling warmly at him.
You knew he liked the book. Although, you had already read the book a thousand times, it still was able to make you smile at the historical romance. Tom kept his head on your shoulders for a moment before he slipped down on your lap, replacing the book with his head.
Bobby jumped on the bed with you two and planted between Tom and your laid out legs. "You want me read it to you, Tom?" you questioned him softly. He liked when you'd recite or just even talk. He liked your voice so much so, he'd stay up all night and listen to you rant about your day to him. Your voice was his calm in the storm. Always playing the part of his tranquilizer.
He nodded his head gently, beaming with joy. "Okay cuddle close, scooch in," you smiled sheepishly at yourself for the Disney reference you made.
""And so ended his affection," said Elizabeth impatiently.
"There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!"
"I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love," said Darcy.
"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may.—Every thing nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.""
You recited in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the cozy atmosphere of the room. Looking down at Tom, he had already closed his eyes shut with a smile still gracing his lips. Bobby also seemed to be enjoying your voice.
"Darcy only smiled; and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again. She longed to speak, but could think of nothing to say;"
You paused a bit to take a peek at Tom. He had nuzzled his head a little more to your lower abdomen in order to get more warmth. Your hands indistinctively went to his soft curls, slowly messaging his scalp.
""And after a short silence Mrs. Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr. Bingley for his kindness to Jane, with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also, and say what the occasion required. She performed her part indeed without much graciousness, but Mrs. Bennet was satisfied, and soon afterwards ordered her carriage. Upon this signal, the youngest of her daughters put herself forward. The two girls had been whispering to each other during the whole visit, and the result of it.""
You paused again to gaze at your boyfriend. Tom had already began to let out soft snores, signifying how exhausted and tired he really was. You put the bookmark on the current page, and put the book on the side table. Moving carefully as to not wake him up.
You tenderly lifted Tom's head and place it on the soft pillow on your side. The silence of the room caused Bobby to perk his head up and snarl quietly, afraid something terrible had happened to his owners and the primal sense of protecting them, acting up.
"Shh Bobby. Daddy's asleep", you shushed the dog blushing furiously at yourself for the use of daddy. Bobby immediately stopped and laid back down, after taking a glance back at Tom.
Watching Tom, he seemed to quiver a bit. The room was indeed cold. Taking the soft blanket on your bed, you covered him with it. When you were about to lift your hand and let him sleep, Tom grasped your hand and stopped you.
"Baby, cuddle with me please," he said groggily You beamed at him. Slipping under the blanket, you felt as your back was pulled to Tom's chest, him big spooning you. You cuddled for the night with Bobby laying on the space next to you on the spacious bed.
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delu-jean · 3 years
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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 (𝐏𝐭. 𝟐)
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-> Ushijima, Oikawa, and Sakusa x (Fem!/reader)
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Synopsis: Why you would split with the HQ boys.
-> Part One: Kageyama, Atsumu, Daichi, and Kuroo
Notes: Felt less like hcs, and more like sentences with dot jots?...I don't even know haha. Welp, hope you enjoy!! ^^
-> Also, please do not use edits. Thanks ^^
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-> Ushijima 
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You were both known for being the cute, and quiet couple 
You both lived up to the name in public, but when in private...did the opposite 
You respected Ushijima, his aspirations, and his dreams 
Also, his love for volleyball 
But sometimes, you wished you were also apart of that image 
Now a days, when he was done with practice, you both would bicker 
Well...more like you yelled, as he listened 
(Definitely feel like I would be a yeller with him ;-;) 
He'd never give you a response 
That was both out of his personality, and his annoyance towards you 
He was already a reserved person, and even though he found pettiness to be quite childish 
He would use it against you if he wasn't in the mood to genuinely hear you out
Being oblivious, he wouldn't understand why you felt the way you did  
It wasn't like he was constantly neglecting you, walks after school should've been enough? 
Plus, he thought you understood his dreams 
So was frustrated to see that you "hadn't" (you did, but it didn’t seem like that to him) 
He was confused, but over all, kept things to himself 
More Ushijima, Oikawa, and Sakusa ↡↡↡
You're arguments would start off with you greeting him 
Asking: 
"How was your day, did you practice?..."
Your tone wouldn't be the cheeriest, and neither was his 
"Good…" he'd say, tired and stern 
"So...you're not going to ask about mine?" 
If you both weren't in a sour mood, he would've corrected himself 
But since you both were, he instead wouldn't answer 
Being silent as you stood, waiting for a response 
"I guess not then...you know, if you can take time out of your ENTIRE day for volleyball, you could also do the same for me." 
He'd simply ignore you, as you went on 
Telling him how volleyball seemed to be the only thing he truly loved, and cared for 
And honestly, maybe he did 
The more time that went on, the more it led him to actually...agree with you for once 
So, when you went on one of your rants (yet again), instead of staying quiet, he spoke for once 
"It's because I actually find importance, and enjoyment in Volleyball. Something I don't find when I'm with you." 
ouch 
He had always been so blunt, and that was not helping your case 
"Wakatoshi...how could you say such a thing?" 
"Have you ever considered how you could ever talk to me like that? In all truth Y/n, it's become irritating." 
"Oh, so is that how you feel? Have you ever thought about how I find it irritating that volleyball is your only priority!? Have you, Ushijima!?-" 
"Well," he stated, in a much louder tone 
Felt that was the only way he could communicate to you 
Especially since you were one to speak over him 
He decided to finally give the answer, response, input that you had always nagged  him for 
Though, maybe not your ideal statement, he was done 
He was tired with the bickering you both had, and frankly, if you both couldn’t get past it...he didn’t see much of a future 
Basically, saw no point in your interaction 
Whereas you had thought the opposite 
That your talking might’ve reached him, along with your complaints
Hoping that he might’ve been less dense for once, and that he would try to fix things along side you
That way, you both could grow stronger with the years to grow
Even so...that image shattered as he then said: 
"It wasn't my first, but now...I think it might just be. Goodbye Y/n, and have a good night." 
And that's how it ended 
A lack of expression from one side, a lack of attention from the other, and over all...a lack of communication from both 
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-> Oikawa
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Honestly, you would expect it to be because of him (knowing his character, and almost any hc for him) 
But you were the reason as to why you both split 
Oikawa had always been a ladies man 
He was more adventurous when single, but with you, he made sure not to be 
He was considerate towards the fact that you might’ve felt insecure, or uncomfortable 
So, did his best and told the ladies no
Always boasting about his beautiful girlfriend to others 
And how in love he was with you 
Over all, he was really expressive with your relationship 
You on the other hand, had always been insecure regardless 
Though, it should've been because you didn't trust other girls….
It was because you didn't trust him?...
To be honest, you had made up the thought/scenario in your head 
Concluding he probably was the flirt he denied to be (especially with that many ladies) 
So, in order to make you feel better, you would do what you had seen him to be 
A dirty flirt 
You wouldn't flirt with just anyone, oh no
It would be the people he either despised most, or adored 
Being subtle, and sneaky 
Watching as he raged from a far 
For example, one time when Kageyama had finished playing...you approached him, making subtle gestures 
Such as: 
Offering him a towel 
Complimenting him (a little too much) -> (eg: "That was a very cute jump, you know, when you set?") 
Clinging your arm onto his, the list went on and on 
You would expect Oikawa to be the person who does the flattering 
It’s written in his DNA 
Yet surprisingly, it was you 
And rather than approaching you about it, he would lash at the guy 
In that case, Kageyama 
"Did you enjoy my girlfriend's attention!?" 
"What do you mean-" 
"Wow, Tobio, you really are dense." 
This went on and on, until one day, Oikawa had spoken to Iwaizumi 
Venting about his problem, and how it was taking a toll 
Iwaizumi had enough with the both of you 
He approached you, with Oikawa behind him 
"Y/N STOP BEING SUCH A FLIRT! YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND SHOULD RESPECT THAT! TCH!" 
"Well, he would do the same," you'd retort 
That's when Oikawa would get angry 
No, furious 
Keep in mind, Oikawa isn’t one to get genuinely angry, unless it’s over something he absolutely despises
In this case, it was your behaviour/nonsense 
"Since when have I ever flirted with someone, in front of you nonetheless-" 
"That's exactly my point." 
"What is!?" 
"If not in front of me, you probably do behind my back. You and all of you fangirls…" 
"Is that what this is about!? Y/n, I've literally never done wrong, with anyone at all!." 
"And how would I know?" 
"Because I’m not deliberately being selfish in front of my boyfriend, flirting with other guys, and instigating stuff for no reason!!” 
Iwaizumi would then intervene, and for once...wouldn’t give Oikawa such a harsh encounter 
“Let’s go...I think I know where this is going to go-”
“And I do as well. Oikawa, let’s break up.” 
“Wait...Y/n, are you being serious!?” 
He’d be tempted to ask you why, maybe even beg 
But realizes how far he’s swooped, and that he’s worth more than that 
“Fine, goodbye...Y/n” 
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-> Sakusa 
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Hm, in my opinion, Sakusa and you were a fairly healthy couple
Though he was (and still is) stoic at times, that was with anyone but you 
Genuinely treated you right, and vice versa 
For example, he'd never forget the little “dumb” events you both remembered 
Your 6th week anniversary for example
Found it dumb, but still got you something 
Now, I think that if y’all are going to break up...it’s probably going to be for two reasons:
In both the long run, and out of his concern 
(So y’all would be together in highschool) 
Sakusa is a volleyball player, playing for the MSBY 
That being the case, since he’s still young, and an aspiring volleyball star...the media will want the scoop on everything 
(This time around, he’s getting contracts for photoshoots, interviews, and etc) 
Wasn’t very enthusiastic about the attention, but regardless, tried to maintain his relationship with you 
 But eventually, the media started to press against him
They had spotted the both of you multiple times
Whether it was you using a public restroom, and him waiting, or the both of you grabbing ice-cream on a hot day, or hot chocolate on a cold one
The press caught it all, trying to grab the newest scoop
Especially since Sakusa was very popular amongst the ladies 
One day, Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata would talk with him 
-> Atsumu: “Still going out with her, huh?” 
-> Sakusa: “What is that supposed to mean?” 
-> Bokuto: “Yeah Atsumu, tell us,” (was agitated since he loved ya and Kiyoomi) 
He’d then sigh, and walk to Hinata 
-> Atsumu: “Hinata, tell me how many chicks you could pull if I dragged ya into that crowd. Right here, and right now.” 
-> Hinata: “I’m sorry, what?-” 
-> Sakusa: “Atsumu, you’d better shut it unless you have a point for what you said earlier.” 
Sakusa was fuming
So much that the other three backed away out of fear, and because of that, Atsumu decided not to be cockish 
Settling down, to then walk towards Sakusa 
-> Atsumu: “Sakusa...I don’t wanna seem like the bad guy, but hey, there are many other fish in the sea. Ones you could pry on from time to time, no strings attached ehhhh~” 
-> Sakusa: “Shut it, I’m not interested-” 
->Atsumu: “Kiyoomi, have you considered that your relationship could ruin your career?” 
Sakusa was about to throw hands, but didn’t as he let Astumu speak (surprisingly) 
->Atsumu: “You know, if you have a relationship, especially with someone who would be considered “a fan,” your own fans would be furious. If you couldn’t tell, they already are. And from there, your image will diminish-” 
->Sakusa: “That’s none of my concern. If they aren’t there to support me, they can make their way. Along with agencies-” 
->Atsumu: “You didn’t let me finish.”
The two exchanged a cold stare, as Astumu eyed the player with true intent, concern, and sympathy for his situation 
->Atsumu: “It may not be your concern, but it might turn into Y/n’s problem. Yes, you’re an athlete, a player who can sustain, and protect himself. Although I say that, that’s the only thing you really have in control. Yourself. You won’t be able to protect Y/n from those vicious vultures, ready to peck right at her.” 
Sakusa would then quiet down, as he sweat behind his mask 
For once, Atsumu wasn’t being a complete idiot, but instead...was spewing facts that Sakusa hadn’t considered himself 
It’d agitate him, as Atsumu would speak (yet again) 
->Atsumu: “Like pEw! Her eyes would be gouged out, and then it leads to her death!” 
He’d then laugh, to become serious 
(He truly does have that type of duality ;-;) 
->Atsumu: “My point is, keep in mind that your relationship puts both you, and Y/n at risk. For you, it’s your future in the court, for her, it’s her future in general. Remember that, Kiyo.” 
->Atsumu: “Plus, there are many other pretty ladies out there~” 
-> Hinata: “Atsumu, I think that’s a bit much-” 
Before they could talk more, Sakusa would leave, phone in hand...ready to make the call 
“Hey…”
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much...you?”
“I’m great. Also, are you sure hun?...you don’t sound well.”
Imma head cannon sakusa as someone who hyperventilates 
So while calling you, he’s trying to keep his breathing steady 
He doesn’t sob/tear up, but his wailing...sounds rather excruciating :(( 
His hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, for his breath to hitch as he said: 
“I think we should...break up.”
“Haha, is this a joke? I’ve never heard of this one Kiyoomi-kun.”
“No...I’m serious Y/n.”
“Sakusa...you’re scaring me. Tell me this is a joke, you can stop pretending-”
“I’m not Y/n. I think we should split-”
“Why...did I do something!? Why would you want to split all of the sudden!? Did something happen to you!? Sakusa-”
“I just...I think it’s best if we do. I’m sorry,” he’d then hang up, sobbing to himself silently 
His body slouched on the floor, and his hand without his phone 
He had thrown it as his knees would draw together 
The others would come, and comfort him, while you...oh hun...you sat on your couch dazed 
Questioning just what exactly happened, why it happened, and if this was all a joke
Even though you knew, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a person of his word 
And meant everyone of them 
“Let’s break up,” being just one of those phrases
And the another being...“I love you, and will never leave you.” 
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harlowhockeystick · 2 years
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Hey! Can you do "say the word and i'm yours for the night" with Freddie please?
remember when i said i got a bunch of angsty asks yesterday?
contains: fem reader, alcohol, cuss words, a little steamy
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the last thing you expected to see, was freddie. in a bar, late on a friday night, looking in your direction. he was the last thing you expected to see. especially with him having a game the following day. he was very strategic and stuck in his ways when it came to his schedule and saving time, making sure that he gets enough sleep the night before a game. so seeing him here, in a place where you probably shouldn't be either, is far out of left field.
you were the last thing that he expected to see too. in a bar, on a friday night, with a few friends around he knows you don't really like, with a drink on the table that's too strong for you. he didn't expect to see you out on a friday night, because he knows that you like to watch dateline live, and you prefer to drink wine instead of the hard liquor you ordered. he didn't expect to see you, because the last he heard of you, you were moving across state and things wouldn't work out anyway.
fred almost had a heart attack when you started to walk his direction. that familiar swivel in your hips that you always had when you got a few drinks in you, your lips curling up into a smirk as you sat down in the booth across from him. he felt his skin become hot and itchy, feeling the strong need to remove his jacket that he had kept on all evening.
"funny seeing you here, fred." your voice was just as slick as he remembers, and his memory is refreshed on how it gets even slicker when you're a few drinks deep. his eyes scan your body up and down, admiring the low cut shirt you have on. he also can't help but notice the little bit of lace peeking out from your shirt. he lets his mind wander for a second before your sweet voice draws him out of his daydream. "eyes up here," you reminded.
he clears his throat before speaking, "i live here, Y/N. it's actually funny seeing you here, since you're the one who said that you would be moving across the state." you roll your eyes and lean back against the leather booth, crossing your arms over your chest. "and also funny, because last time i checked, you don't like valerie or cameron."
you're a little baffled, honestly. you didn't expect him to remember all the times you ranted to him about how you were tired of having fake friends, but you would feel bad if you ghosted them, considering you had known the two since you were in high school. "so i think i should be asking you, Y/N, why are you here?"
with a sigh you steal freddies drink, finishing off the whiskey for him and sliding the glass back to him. "cause, the job promotion fell through. they gave it to someone else by the time i had all my shit packed up. so i had to re-rent my house, go find a new job, do all the adult shit." you confessed, your tone was somber and your eyes had now dropped to avoid eye contact.
"why didn't you tell me? i would have helped," you know he's right. he would have dropped whatever he had going on to help you. he's kind like that. he would give the shirt off his back for you if you asked without question.
you avoided his question, knowing you were too tipsy to answer it. you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder, sitting up straight and looming over the table. "can you take me home? val and cam ditched on me and i had too many scotches."
without hesitation he pulls out a twenty dollar bill and sets it on the table, pulling out his keys and standing up. "still at the same place?" you nod your head and walk with him out the door, immediately pulling your coat over your chest. the cool breeze biting at your skin.
you make lazy small talk, the hum of the public radio filling the car as freddie drove the all too familiar route to your house across town. even though it's a full twenty minute drive from his place to yours, he still made it for all of those months you were together.
when he eventually pulls in your driveway, you look over at him and he has a certain look in his eyes that you know all too well. a look that has made you go weak in the knees more often than not. you hum, unbuckling your seatbelt and resting your elbow on the console and looking him up and down.
"thanks for the uber," you joke, putting your things in one place you sigh. you know he wants to say something, that's the only reason why you haven't gotten out of his car yet. you're waiting for him to say whatever is on his mind.
"i miss you," there it is. you turn around, and feeling bold, you pressed your hand against his cheek and your lips against his. the unfamiliar, but yet so recognizable burn of his beard against your skin made your stomach turn in knots- in the best way possible. fred puts his hand on your arm, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss.
pulling away for a breath you left the taste of scotch and spearmint on his tongue, and a tingling feeling all over his body. "do you want to come inside?" he knew your question had a consequence. a consequence of waking up in the morning, half nude and wondering if he was going to get his heart broken again. waking up with messy hair, and more questions than answers. but he knew that you were irresistible. a drug that he could not, no matter how hard he tried, stay away from. "say the word and i'm yours for the night, freddie."
"okay."
blurb tags: @lorrmorr @nylwnder @owenpowerstapejob
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