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punkscowardschampions · 2 years ago

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Jali Pt.2

Ali: [I’m dying at the parallel but also how completely different it is because of course, this girl doesn’t know all of that obviously but we’re buzzing because we want to be with you so this is everything we wanted and probably did not expect ‘let me be yours’]

Johnny: [I HAD to because that’s EVERYTHING and who am I if I don’t do these things, likewise soz Ali cos you probs will pass out but he is gonna have to hook up with you again rn immediately because it’s the only acceptable response, and struggle even harder to pull out than he did the first time because !!]

Ali: [you 1000% will have to which I’m sure has not happened to you yet so there’s another first but there’s no way in which you would not because you’re already so far gone]

Johnny: [keep her from falling off this bike and injuring herself more than she already has with these antics thank you, boy, we’re being too kind to y’all saying you aren’t being discovered by anyone but Ali deserves to lead a charmed life in that respect when we’ve surrounded her by death, let a bitch live]

Ali: [imagine, we’re already dazed enough without actually waking up on the cold hard ground about it, just looking at him when we come ‘round like you’re still here, looking down because he would have had to cum on you if he had to hold you whilst pulling out, playing with that between your fingers before tasting it]

Johnny: [when you’re just looking at her and stroking her hair softly like you would if she was casually asleep and didn’t know about it, not this boy caught being soft haha, have to just immediately pretend that didn’t happen and watch her other antics]

Ali: [we know how soft you are boy but we’re never going to tease you for it because it isn’t something you should be ashamed of in our opinion obvs, you are welcome for the distraction in how accidentally feral we’re being when we just wanted to see what it feels and tastes like here, also because I’m sure we were so near saying we loved you or something wild before so now we’re keeping quiet in the slightly sobered post-orgasm haze of it all lol, still giving you a little smile that’s basically like ‘you okay?’ without saying it, as if he was the one who KO’d]

Johnny: [‘we need to move ourselves’ cos again aware now that you were lucky not to get caught wilding and you should get slightly away from the scene of, getting up to re-dress himself only when he’s literally manoeuvred her hands so he knows they are holding onto something and she’s steady because also well aware she can’t move for a minute here, hence finding her clothes and putting them on her like she’s a baby, not that he’d know how to dress one, but you know, picking her up and everything, doing all the work here]

Ali: [nodding even if you then are just hugging onto this seat like you were him until he comes back to dress you because you don’t want to go but you also know you must and soon enough it’ll surely be an AM when the morning people start to show so you really do have to ‘you don’t have work, do you?’ because have not specified but hope this was done with a weekend the next day for y’all, fixing his hair for him, again, just to do it and so you don’t go full heart eyes mess at how he’s treating you right now]

Johnny: [tempted as I am to be evil and say you do have work it was likely at least thought about enough so none of you had to because Ronan would as well and nobody wants that the day after their bday when they’ve partied hard, it’s one of the few things you lads would care about so far as party planning goes, I’m sure, so shaking his head no in answer and then smiling because it makes his hair she just fixed go everywhere and that was not even his intention, sitting her properly on this bike now as fully dressed as she can be and starting it up again ‘hold proper tight to me’ cos he could feel how shaky she still was when he was dressing her and if she fell off wearing only this she’d have no skin left on her body]

Ali: [just smiling back and messing it up some more ‘I like it like this anyway’ just true, messy hair supremacy always, putting your arms tightly around his waist how you’re meant to ‘I’ll behave’ said like bants always but of course we actually mean it this time, can’t be falling off or stopping again immediately]

Johnny: [when you don’t fix your hair before driving off and just leave it because she said that, he’s in love, I’ve said it before, have a nice lil drive in silence for a while to try and process all the WILD shit that just happened]

Ali: [y’all deserve and need to chill like that or god knows we ain’t even gonna make it to this club lol, who’d’a thought you’d end up here tonight, not y’all, not us but here we are]

Johnny: [we ate and left no crumbs but he is gonna have to take her home eventually so it might as well be now, don’t mind him outing himself as having found out where she lives during the bad times when they weren’t speaking just so he could drive by there sometimes like an angsty bitch]

Ali: [I like to think this occurs to you when you’re halfway towards your house and definitely going in the right direction, you would just assume he had asked Ronan like he said he would when you were talking about your bike but that still means he really did that so you’re just like heheh, just squishing him a bit harder]

Johnny: [speaking of her bike, I think he should come back and get it later without her knowing when he inevitably can’t sleep because of everything that has occurred, and then he can work through the night/day swagging it up including new paint because what a mood, what a moment]

Ali: [LOVE that and I insist because got to continue being highkey in ways we can’t even think of because we’ve got home and you’re going to leave and we’re gutted this night has to be over]

Johnny: [again, not what I was planning going into this convo but it tracks, me here like soz your oversharing sister is dead cos you really could’ve returned the favour and had someone to tell all about this, girl Ro the absolute nun won’t wanna hear it]

Ali: [my boo says how typical of you to be dead, sweaty, god bless, you’re going to have to write about this in some way because you will be going insane if you don’t get it out somehow, for now, get off this bike and go stand in front of it so he can’t leave ‘I’d invite you in’ the but you would obviously not come in not needing to be said because you’re not that boy]

Johnny: [you could talk to her ghost if you want but unlike Ro you’ve probably outgrown that shit now, especially tonight lol, likewise if you wanna do a cali convo about it we can because even if Carly’s not still up you could vent and then either delete it before she is or let her reply when she is, but anyway, this boy here nodding his head in the direction of her front door ‘get yourself in’ like she’s just messing around out here and it isn’t valid]

Ali: [I feel like we probably wouldn’t come at you with this right now, it would seem a bit insensitive given the night you have had hun, maybe if you were drunker but by this point I’m feeling not, for now, coming back ‘round to the side to give this boy a goodnight kiss that’s obviously not quite as chaste as that sounds but is trying to be just a kiss]

Johnny: [because this boy is a contradiction, pushing her away like go inside you fool but at the same time kissing her back and making this into more of a kiss than she started]

Ali: [pulling at him like you’ll drag him in your house if he’s not careful]

Johnny: [gotta end up having the cliche makeout where she’s literally pushed up against her front door, I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [me like you’re lucky your parents are grieving/have a three year old so this is not waking them because you look like the messiest mess and this boy would have to run and we are having too much fun playing with fire to have to stop immediately at a real cockblock soz]

Johnny: [^^ that, the way has been no time but also would feel like such a long time to you already since all that happened, mcvickers would have to be canon heavy sleepers for how exhausted they’ve been lowkey their whole lives, thank god, cos yeah this is fun and games rn Alison but would NOT be if your mother saw the state of you, she literally would still have his jizz on her somewhere cos they didn’t have anything to wipe that off with]

Ali: [mhmm, like there is no explanation to be given here, we know what this is huns, still here whispering ‘come in’ between kisses like we think he will]

Johnny: [just kissing her harder like shh shh because he can’t/won’t]

Ali: [‘I’ll miss you’ putting your thumbs under the waistband of his trousers like you could honestly hookup here, kissing him more frantically ‘cos you know the clock is ticking for real]

Johnny: [it’s the way he’s going with it because he really has no self control around her ever, and hence his only tactic was to hardcore avoid her for however long haha, like they REALLY are gonna hookup here rn immediately]

Ali: [we really are putting our hands down your pants right now because have to be as shameless as we can be and have not done that yet ‘you’ll make me too loud’ ‘cos we know ourself and how we’d feel if you started banging us here]

Johnny: [we love a self-aware queen because too many characters be deluding themselves about what they are capable of on this subject lol, this boy though cannot resist putting his hand over her mouth while he LOOKS at her like true but I could keep you quiet]

Ali: [when all you’re gonna be able to see is our WIDE af eyes that are lowkey about to roll to the back of our head with how much we want this, basically falling to our knees like you could ALSO keep me quiet like this]

Johnny: [SUCH an intake of breath because for whatever reason doing this hadn’t occurred to him, my reasoning is that sir you like to be the one in control so you can stop whenever you decide it’s enough and not give girls (especially the girls you didn’t care about) power over you like that, but he’s not psychoanalysing himself that hard ever nevermind on this night and in this moment, but because she’s put the thought in his head and because it’s her he now WANTS it so much]

Ali: [just watching his face this entire time, trying to read this all, slowly helping him out of his clothes as much as he needs to be for this to happen ‘you can pin my head to the door with it’ just letting you know you can have all the control you want here]

Johnny: [‘Christ’ so quietly but with so much feeling because the girl is unbelievable, no notes]

Ali: [the way the turn-on of this setting has you being so bold for your first attempt here, truly not being quiet at all with how you’re getting even messier but in the grand scheme of things these sloppy choking sounds aren’t waking anyone]

Johnny: [me like please try and not be loud af yourself sir, I don’t feel like you are, not saying you’re Buster or Teddy levels of feral but you’re absolutely not Fraze levels of quiet, especially about this because for you it’s not the setting it’s that this almost feels like a first thanks to how he’s actually just letting her do what she wants to do and not forcing her to do things the way he would’ve in the past if he did these antics with other girls]

Ali: [we are making that hard for you without even registering because we’re here casually hypnotized with how much we’re loving doing this to you, trying to go as hard and as far as we can in every sense whilst we’re shamelessly touching ourself about it here on the cold hard ground]

Johnny: [when he doesn’t know it’s her first time doing this and she doesn’t know it’s his first time doing it like this, oh lads I love you, you can be rewarded for your efforts girl with the fact he fully and dangerously moans her name right here and now the way he has never before done yet, dying that this is the moment you chose boy when you both need to shh]

Ali: [moaning around him which is honestly nearer screaming which is thankfully entirely muffled but we are that !! and the EYE CONTACT we are making which could look like we’re saying shut up with our eyes but truly we’re like please never stop]

Johnny: [accidentally making this door loud because he has to brace himself against it because of how !! he is by her everything, soz everyone, it was just the wind or something excuse us, can’t even notice because soz but we’re too here in this moment]

Ali: [the way we’re speeding up here like if we do get caught our priority is to make you cum before we do, not stop and get in a less compromising position, no no, and the way we’re fucking ourselves fully at this point to match says it all]

Johnny: [another swear word that isn’t even coherent because it’s just a moan fully about this, breaking the insane eye contact to watch how hard she’s fucking herself because simply must]

Ali: [every reaction he has just fully making us lose it somehow more than the last, our entire face of makeup would be beyond wrecked and we can’t get you any further into our mouth, nor can we get our fingers deeper]

Johnny: [this is why Carly basically doesn’t wear any makeup she’s too busy hoeing and not trying to look insane to boys who wouldn’t give her any grace about it, this boy is LOSING IT too, thank god for travellers having their own language and how little she knows of it cos the extra shit he’d be saying rn that she has no business knowing, no thought to the fact Carly knows loads from living on this site her whole life and you could ask her and therefore find out, that’s just something in jemily’s back pocket if we want you to know]

Ali: [we had a look to serve but we’re never opposed to said looking getting destroyed lol, especially not for this, very handy but for now just enjoy that anyone talking another language is attractive basically, especially when you know why he has to rn]

Johnny: [mhmm, it’s not subtle when someone does a language switch especially in a moment like this when they sound INDECENT and are clearly dying, but we get it, boy, you gotta do what you gotta do when you can’t kiss her to stfu like you normally do]

Ali: [could not be more into you having so much to say, even if we can’t understand it, we’re reacting as if we can and it was all encouragement for her to go harder and finish, like he did earlier, looking at him again for the like this? Of it all when you know you’re killing him]

Johnny: [literally this is the most he has ever said to her, it’s so amusing, until he can’t speak anymore even because he’s being killed that hard and all he can do is breathe insanely and pull her hair frantically, at least until she looks at him and then he’s gotta force out her name again and hold her face because it’s the most encouragement]

Ali: [when you don’t even care or think to care that you might puke because you gotta have him in your throat and cumming right now immediately you love him so much, excuse us everyone for the unholy sounds that none of y’all better hear]

Johnny: [it’s so awkward that mcvickers and Rocky are the bedrooms downstairs but it’s your saving grace atm lads cos heavy sleepers like we said, realistically Rocky might wake up as a toddler but we’ll spare him that trauma because we can opt for the realism of her actually puking instead as it’s her first time and there’s no need for it to be traced back to y’all when this fam lives in a rough area and random drunk people have surely done that on your doorstep etc before, we will let you cum first though sir or that’s very rude]

Ali: [I have faith in you you have time to aim it at the shrubbery that’s by the door or whatever, you’re okay, also we’re not hiding the fact we’re messy from our parents because that sort of rebellious acting out, not this messy though, they don’t need to be finding out like this lmao; just be here trying to catch your breath about this like oh wow, okay]

Johnny: [there’s not much re-dressing to do as per so yet again picking this girl up off the ground, literally dusting her knees off with his hand because god knows what type of surface you were on, just lowkey caring things again]

Ali: [me like it was probably paving of some kind because right outside the door and you usually have something not just grass, soz your knees will be fucked, not for your sake because you don’t care but this boy will ‘I’ll wash them’ like you need to assure him you’re going to take care of it, obviously we’re whispering whenever we talk here]

Johnny: [using his fingers and his spit to try and clean this as best he can while she’s saying it because such a boy move, we won’t talk about how he picked her up so now she’s standing and he’s crouching doing this and it’s the perfect role reversal]

Ali: [mhmm, tis not lost on us, putting our hand on his shoulder like come back here because we have to hug you lest we say something extra]

Johnny: [soz that he’s stopping and looking up at her in exactly the type of way that would make you wanna say something extra]

Ali: [biting your lip as you’re LOOKING at him like that ‘thank you’ which could not sound more sincere especially as you’re having to whisper, doubt that’s what you were originally going to say but you mean it nonetheless]

Johnny: [shrugging it off literally as he gets back up ‘get yourself inside’ an almost exact repetition of what he said before but we can all tell he means it more this time]

Ali: [‘goodnight’ putting your hand back on his shoulder briefly before taking it away like okay, it’s real this time, we are of course not going in the front door and are hopping the fence to go get in our window that we always leave open because just that sort of bitch, excuse us]

Johnny: [you get on your bike and go, sir, again I hope it’s not loud af when you drive off so you’re waking peeps up but at least if you do then you haven’t been caught being feral, absolutely love that he’s gonna get all the way home only to end up coming back to get her bike when he can’t sleep or do anything else]

Ali: [there is nothing sneaky about a motorbike but you live in an area where people shouldn’t be curtain twitching for every vehicle they hear, if they are, you already got a show when we got here so goodbye lmao, we love it, ‘cos clearly not sleeping either but are writing songs that are just the most indecent]

Johnny: [he will sneak when he comes back, I imagine bringing a car with some kind of trailer on the back he can throw this bike on or a truck he can throw it into, because he clearly doesn’t trust it to get him home even if it’s in perfect condition cos it’s not his and he’s never ridden it before so, will look like you’re stealing it cos you are, again look away neighbours because I’m sure it’s the AM by then and probably light cos barely summer still]

Ali: [at least no one likes this fam so no one would tell them if their shit was getting stolen lmao, accidental perks, just gonna send you a goodnight text vibe because she would]

Ali: [send him a picture of your knees with 🩹s on]

Ali: Remember to sort your own, boy

Johnny: [especially if that girl roali tried to kill is one of their neighbours like she was in the OG, speaking of the devil, so glad Ro has been banished to her own room and is also starving herself to death so she physically can’t have the energy to wait up for Ali or else she would and nobody needs that]

Johnny: [re this goodnight text though imma say he doesn’t reply but there’s progress in the fact she can see he’s read it and he isn’t ignoring her like he did before]

Ali: [where to next, that’s the question baby]

Johnny: [we should do him giving her the bike back because realistically I feel like if he doesn’t sleep and just works through on it he could have it done the next time she appears on site if she’s showing up some time the next day/evening/night after getting some sleep and whatever herself cos he’s only making it better we’re not saying it was dogshit, Ali would’ve done a lot to it already I’m sure]

Ali: [that makes sense girly pops, we would be swinging by not just for the shameless excuse to maybe see you but because we also need to check on Carly and Ronan respectively so we’ll do that]

Johnny: [my thoughts exactly, they do need checking on at whatever o clock she brings herself and she would because she cares about them both, you’re gonna have to let her and hope you can catch her after or grab her before, boy, and I don’t know which is better, maybe before so Carly and Ronan mind their business?]

Ali: [we’ll do before, why not]

Johnny: [you’re lucky Ali be knowing things and is gonna know it’s you instead of screaming the place down and fighting for her life thinking she’s getting snatched cos he will literally be grabbing her before she reaches whoever she was intending to visit first and dragging her to wherever he’s been working on this bike]

Ali: [lmao imagine, falling at the first hurdle there by letting everyone know, not saying we were expecting exactly this scenario but we were assuming we’d get to see you so it’s okay, can keep our chill in that way, even if we’re shooketh over this and asking you all the questions like when you came back and how did you take it because we were still up obviously, just here inspecting all your work in the way you’d only know how if you also knew how to fix things up]

Johnny: [when you’re just hardcore downplaying the fact you have not slept and worked all night/day on this like yeah I didn’t sleep nbd I’ll bury that and the whys and all my feelings in answering all your questions and being a nerd about mechanics and showing off everything I did though, we need to take a sec to appreciate, even though Ali hasn’t yet because she’s busy admiring this bike, that he’d be all dirty and covered in oil and the like, so he’s looking hot rn despite or also because of the lack of sleep]

Ali: [we’re trying not to check you out because we know we have to be on our best behaviour when we’re anywhere near the site or anyone else but you know it has not escaped our notice, how’d we get here in the first place huns ‘it even matches my push bike’ whether we mean the same colour or complimenting, saying it because I can and she’d always be biking over here so you would know ‘I owe you like, SO many hours work’ with a cheeky smile ‘cos we know you’re going to be like I don’t want a girl��s help but you’d also never take cash so what are you gonna do]

Johnny: [‘I know’ cos of course he’s watched her biking about everywhere on that push bike, said in a tone that’s like and I also know that’s the kind of shit girls care about, cos we LOVE to acknowledge she’s a girl especially in moments like this where we feel like she’s trying to be one of the lads, cos obvs he also knew she was gonna say what she said next, looking her over head to toe though she’s bound to be wearing slightly more clothes than last night who’s to say which scrapes etc are covered and which aren’t, your knees in particular could deffo still be out cos it’s still summer hols for a few more days, but even if they are not, staring at where he knows the plasters are from the pics, like, she’s gotta heal up first before she’s kneeling on the ground again, didn’t just wanna remind her of it all cos he’s been thinking of it non-stop, nope]

Ali: [‘that I have excellent taste’ with a grin because we’re not going to deny that we love to rock a look in all areas of our life, this included, just tell him how you’re going to respray and modify the helmet you have to match too, part because of course you are and also to be like see, I know about safety lol lol, whilst we’re also staring at our knees and going red from the reminder you also didn’t need because it hasn’t left your head either ‘put me to work when you want, yeah?’ like it’s completely casual]

Johnny: [shaking your head at her, partly about the good taste comment and partly because you’ve never worn a helmet a day in your life so it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind she would have one, pushing your own hair out of your face with a big breath as if you’re going hmmm as you say ‘what about your hair?’ taking the piss like she’s that girl haha, but really you just want an excuse to touch her when you then come over and totally mess her hair up, again like she did to you last night cos the reminders gotta keep coming, love that you’re then standing close enough you can more or less whisper ‘I’ll put you to work how I want’ and nobody else will hear how indecent it is]

Ali: [giving him a little shove like how dare you question my taste/deny its existence, which has you falling back closer for him to mess up your hair which obviously you have to return the favour, even though he’s already a hot mess so you’re just PULLING his hair about all this tbh ‘do it’ like you’re just challenging him to further this playfight and it’s all very platonic and you’re not !! and covering the mini shiver you just did over this]

Johnny: [when you stop her pulling your hair by GRABBING both her wrists in just the hottest move ever, it’s so casual and nbd and platonic, we’re not LOOKING at each other and breathing insanely and being !!, there’s nothing to see here]

Ali: [the effort it is taking not to try and kiss him is the realest and cannot be overstated how plain that would be to him when he’s THAT in your grill right now ‘Johnny’ like the slight whine to your voice is maybe because this is hurting and no other reason]

Johnny: [in my head this is like a patch of scrubby wasteland next to where his caravan is and on it there’s like an old one that needs to be either done up or junked as well as like old cars and bikes he’s working on, you know the vibe, so do let her go but push her towards it like get in, a dangerous game because I’m sure lots of your brothers and cousins help you fix stuff and also the younger ones play in all the junk but we’re doing it anyway because as I’ve said many a time there is no chill or self control around this gal]

Ali: [I can see it and is v much what I was picturing also so go us being on the same page there, obviously we are doing this because clearly no one is right here right now witnessing this blatant vibe and you can foolishly believe if you get to be in private you might deal with this tension some and be able to go back out and chill, of course we’re doing the thing where you walk backwards so you don’t take your eyes off this boy, for the vulnerability and also because you simply do not want to]

Johnny: [we’re in sync about this cos it tracks, as does him being on the end/edge of this site because he’s antisocial and as the oldest boy he’d want space from all the annoying younger kids that are always running about everywhere, likewise don’t take your eyes off this gal and don’t say a word til you’re both inside and have at least the illusion of privacy, then he says ‘this is our place’ in the same way he said you’re with me, no discussion, just like, this is our designated meeting spot now, whether that’s because they NEED to hook up on site or because she needs to talk to him about something IRL and can therefore wait for him here]

Ali: [nodding as you’re allowing yourself to look around for this moment because that is a good idea and you need somewhere like that and you love the fact he’s the one that suggested it, taking the few steps I’m sure there is between you towards him, putting your hands on either side of his face again, wiping at a bit of oil/dirt with no real intention to actually remove it ‘I love it’ whether you mean the spot or the bike or, as we know, all of the above and then some]

Johnny: [kiss her very dramatically, we can pretend it’s purely because you’re shutting her up how you do but really you just want to and in this boy’s head because he hasn’t been to sleep this all counts as the same day so he doesn’t have to start feeling bad about any of this or trying to stop yet so making the most of that]

Ali: [kissing you in what can only be described as a passionate way because it isn’t the feral of the night before but it’s still very intense and hard, just not as frantic, still losing our hands in your hair, scratching lightly down your neck with our nails, only allowing ourself to make the tiniest noises along with our slightly breathless vibe]

Johnny: [that’s exactly right my boo, you’ve nailed it, the entire vibe I was picturing, we’re so twin and big brained today, his hands are at her waist but then travelling up under whatever top she is blessing him with, exposing her stomach as he touches it, but there’s no feral bruising manner to this for once]

Ali: [finding a seat of some kind instinctively, even if it’s slightly busted or not a proper seat so you can gently pull him down with you because you wanna be curled up into him right now, tickling him with the lightest kisses you’re putting all over his face and neck ‘I missed you’]

Johnny: [the kind of get away vibes you do when you’re being tickled, not like a full playfight, just swatting her away quite softly, not even enough that y’all are gonna fall from this precarious perch because don’t really want her to stop ‘you said you’d’ because she did say she would miss him last night and that lives in his head rent free along with everything else]

Ali: [just doing some more fast and furious like you gotta before he actually gets you off of him, doing a little lol, at least there’d be no makeup today so you aren’t going to be a state from that, either of y’all ‘I didn’t wanna shower’ making a face like I know, you’re glad I did, don’t need to say it lol ‘made you feel further away though’ pulling up one of his arms so you can sneak under it and be that close and covered by him]

Johnny: [when she’s got snuggled under his arm and after a minute is being too adorable for this boy to bear, doing a kind of playfighty move to really trap her and squish her head into his armpit because this boy has not showered and is SO gross, except he’s not we all LOVE it]

Ali: [you know she’s gotta lick it because if you’re trying to gross us out you are gonna fail and we gotta let you know in the cheekiest way possible lol]

Johnny: [please lol so you don’t say or do something very extra about it, you’re sleep deprived to the point of feeling drunk again we can’t trust you sir]

Ali: [free yourself hun, at least vaguely, so it’s less blatant how 😍 you are unrepentantly ‘you think I’m weird’ half a statement half a question really, as you’re running your hands under whatever top he has on]

Johnny: [‘you’re not like no other girls ‘round here or nowhere we’ve been, I don’t know what I think’ btw my brain can’t not picture a cliche white vest absolutely covered in oil and scut, it’s been conditioned by the media]

Ali: [the hardest of sames lmao, soz not soz, you probably are and it’s definitely a vibe ‘it’s the trauma’ like it’s all bants and that isn’t slightly true but also the only thing you can think to say ‘I like you too’ and kissing him before he can to shut you up about it]

Johnny: [managing to get out before her shut up kiss ‘they’ve all got themselves some of that’ like it’s bants that every girl y’all’s age is traumatised by something and not just sad and true, but then just going with kissing her back, still not frantic af like last night but with some urgency because of these emotions]

Ali: [just lose yourself again in making out and the fact you can and no one is looking for y’all or bothering you because it’s the weekend and you didn’t announce your arrival like hi welfare check time ‘I can’t stop thinking about it’ between said kisses with no intention of stopping]

Johnny: [really losing himself in this makeout sesh too, to the point they’re now lying somewhere whether that’s the floor or on their makeshift seat from before or whatever ‘it’s for thinking about’ in the same way he said that it should be between 2 people, this boy is the anti-Moses and he thinks this stuff matters]

Ali: [making a noise like oh good against his lips because we’re amused but also think you are so cute ‘you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to’ because we can feel it isn’t always going to be this easy to see you but thinking about it is something that can’t be taken away]

Johnny: [tutting into her mouth like he’s done before as though he massively disapproves of this, but the ensuing lil on the floor playfight is the softest it has ever been and he’s smiling through it]

Ali: [you know we’re letting you pin us so quick because we shamelessly want it right now, reaching out and running a finger across his smiley lips]

Johnny: [‘god, you’re so small, but there’s that much of you’ small has the same energy as little girl, because of course, and the way he’s looking at her when he literally is saying she’s big in all the important ways, like smart and sassy and saucy and we could go on and write an essay, it’s fine]

Ali: [when biting your lip isn’t completely stopping the little moan you have to make as you’re here squirming underneath his body and his gaze because what a line, we’re not okay]

Johnny: [‘what are we to do?’ cos yesterday when they were having their convo before any IRL shit happened she was like we can try and you can hate me after and he was like what are we to do if I like you instead and he likes her SO much rn, as well as everything she’s doing, deliberately doing the most himself with how he’s moving because her answer then was we do it again til we can’t and it’s the answer now too]

Ali: [nodding like exactly, you remember, failing to act like you’re not !! at that basic confirmation that he does like you too, the silent gasp as you’re shifting to meet him leaving your mouth open ‘this is our place’ repeating this like this is all we need is this because really, there isn’t much more to it, just avoiding people and being a bit more careful than Moses could bother to be]

Johnny: [the temptation to be evil and have one of these little kids kick a ball at the window or something and kick start his paranoia is too real though, but I won’t do it literally just as she’s said that because it’s very on the nose and I do want y’all to think this is your safe space and get more in your feels than you already are before I’m rude and introduce a realistic cockblock, so for now boy start taking off her clothes, taking a sec to be !! when you take off her top and see all of last night’s damage revealed vividly again, so obvs he has to be kissing and touching all of it, rougher than could be called caring or kissing better lol]

Ali: [that is a realistic cockblock and we must let it happen but we’ll let you have your moment and get more into this before we do it for more impact, for now we’re here loving life and enjoying exactly how rough you’re being ‘more’ whether we mean more lovebites or do more than just touch and kiss us, unclear but both, lbr]

Johnny: [taking it as both because he’s giving her an extra af lovebite, probably where she gave him the lowkey row of his, but at the same time he’s also dry humping her as hard as he ever has and his hand is going under her clothes to touch her again with all the same !! as when he was last night, all the foreplay ever happening]

Ali: [being in his ear telling him everything you can’t stop thinking about in all the vivid detail you’ve still got going ‘round your head]

Johnny: [do a NOISE into her skin about how vividly she’s recalling all these deets because we love that, then decide that in the spirit of last night he’s gonna do some oral action, because I doubt that’s something you have when your whole vibe before has been meh gals I don’t like you that much, just do what I want and then go away, so give her some more lovebites on your way, like on her hip and thighs because gotta, but let’s say when he REALLY starts getting into it is when this cockblock occurs and he stops SO abruptly, because I like being mean]

Ali: [My boo says here on this day we’re choosing violence and I love her nasty ways, be here pulling your clothes back up with lightning speed girl, keeping your ABSOLUTE frustration and 😒 internal, hugging your knees to your chest and trying to take a moment ‘you go out, distract them if it weren’t just a stray ball, I’ll leave when the coast is clear’ ‘cos you just KNOW he ain’t going to entertain staying never mind trying to continue]

Johnny: [mhmm, speaking of violence, literally pushing/pulling her out of sight of the door he’s about to charge out of to shout at these feral children, with the kind of roughness that isn’t fun or sexy, because despite everything he thinks and almost said earlier, in the moment, he doesn’t trust her not to be another stupid Carly-esque girl, then doing his diva storm out obvs, not acknowledging she spoke or her at all other than moving her like a piece of furniture, which is nice]

Ali: [oh huns, just be here sulking in this caravan until you’re certain you can get out and look like you’re merrily on your way to Carly’s or Ronan nbd, at least you can use this hiding time to try and calm down about it and figure out what you’re going to say to him]

Johnny: [the way he’s gonna be ignoring her so hard again now, at least you can go to bed though, boy, it’ll take you ages to fall asleep with all this in your head no doubt but you’d be exhausted so you eventually will]

Ali: [we know it’s coming but we’re at least going to feel justified in trying harder to make you talk to us this time so it can’t drag on for another month or whatever lol but as you have shit to do here today, you can leave him alone now ‘cos you also know nothing productive will be achieved atm]

Johnny: [mhmm, he’s got sleeping to do and then work in the AM to keep himself busy, moreso than usual because the others are gonna have to do Moses’ share for a minute because it cannot be overstated how hardcore Johnny beat him up for Ronan’s sake]

Ali: [I say I’m sorry you’re not deserving of a welfare check sir but you did that all yourself]

Johnny: [do you wanna post this and go on to who Ali is welfare checking?]

Ali: [That probably makes sense, yep]

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Hawks With a Reader Who Tics

Genre: angst, fluffy fluff,

Reader Pronouns: none

Other: This is based off of my tics, which usually only occur when I’m super stressed, and they’re all pretty simple. Just slapping my thigh, making a clicking noise, and general neck wanting to not be on my shoulders. If you want something more generalized, or something more along the lines of Tourrete’s Syndrome I am more than happy to oblige. Also this is totally self-indulgent so if no one else relates to this that’s fine.

Warnings: mentions of past teasing, reader cries, tics, shitty parents, cursing burnt toast and burnt bacon (the food not Dabi)

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @yuu-anon @poke-txts @combat-wombatus -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You had been going out with the Number Two hero Hawks for about two months now, and things were going great! No weird clicking noises or head-jerking or arms wanting to smack your thigh or random shouts of the word ‘yummy.’ You were beginning to think that maybe all your weird (an)tics had disapeared.

You’d never been more wrong.

Okay maybe you’ve been more wrong at times but still you were wrong.

All it took was one shitty day. Co-workers being assholes, Karens being Karens, but worst of all was a phone call full of bullshit from your parents. That was all it took for your body to start moving on its own. And not in the good way, the way that causes you to make weird clicking noises, jerk your head around like an owl, smack your thigh and repeat the word ‘yummy.’

Okay, you could deal with the clicking noise and the random yummy outbursts but all the more physical things? You really didn’t have the patience to deal with it. Which resulted in you leaving work early, complaining about being sick while masking as much as you possibly could to your boss.

And finally, you were home. And free to just let your tics do whatever the fuck they wanted until they wore themselves out. You hoped this wouldn’t be the type to last over a day, because that happened sometimes, and it was so annoying.

But you forgot something, something very important. You’d planned with your boyfriend to meet up and watch movies at your place. You were just lounging around half naked when you got the text that he was on his way.

“Fuck shit!” you rushed to get decent, knowing that all you could really do was put on a shirt, pants, and half-hazardly brush your hair before you heard the doorbell ring. “Alright Y/n you can do this.” you muttered. “It’s Hawks, he’s chill, you can stay calm and click still around him. Th- this’ll be easy! Suuper click click easy! And If you do tic, no problem he won’t hate you or make fun of you or break up with you! Just gotta go out there and face him, easy peasy... orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier*.” you shook your head (bad idea, you ended up hitting your chest really hard) and forced yourself out of the bathroom and to the front door, quickly ushering your boyfriend in.

“Baby bird! I haven’t seen you in person in forever!” he exclaimed. You sighed, looking up at him and immediately relaxing. Your boyfriend was so pretty, so kind, so perfect. Nothing could get in the way of a nice relaxing night.

“You saw me three days ago.” you deadpanned, holding back a click.

“It felt like forever!” he complained, walking in and shrugging his coat off. He was still in his hero costume, so he must’ve only just gotten off work. He folded his coat and put it on the little table next to the door, alongside his goggles and headphones.

“You aren’t injured?” you asked, checking his arms and face for scratches, then glancing at his wings to check their size. How many feathers had he used today?

“Baby don’t worry, I’m okay. Today was pretty chill. I only needed to use my wings for like- three things today. What about you? How was work?” you stiffened, praying you wouldn’t betray yourself.

“Eh it was okay.” you shrugged nonchalontly or however the fuck you spell it. Hawks raised an eyebrow at you.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” you gave him a forced smile, ignoring how your heart sped up.

“W-what are you talking about?” Stuttering. Of course you were stuttering. It wouldn’t take much longer before you simply couldn’t mask anymore.

“Dove, tell me what happened, I’m your boyfriend I want to help you-” he stopped talking when he saw how your hand was bouncing against your thigh, striking it hard.

“Fine- I’m I’m I’m F-fine fine!” you exclaimed, head jerking backwards. Hawks blinked in confusion.

“What was that?” his voice rose in concern. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you flinched away from his touch. You didn’t say anything, only grabbing the back of your neck to forcibly hold your head down. Even when you ticked you could just hold yourself back.

“Baby, talk to me, you’re worrying me.” Hawks took another step forward, and you just stepped backwards again, whimpering.

“N-no! No no!” you cried. Hawks stared at you with wide eyes, fearful. Suddenly he relaxed.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” his tone was different this time, soothing, sweet, it was exactly the kind that would make you relax. “I’m here, I’m gonna help you. Can you move your hands for me, Babe?”

Slowly, your moved your hands away from your neck, immediately your head tried to dislocate itself, and a sharp stab of pain shot up your spine.

“OW!” Hawks opened his arms, still giving you a kind look.

“I know, I know it hurts.” he whispered. “Just come here, let me hold you.”

Hold you? When you were spazzing out like this? What if you hit him? What if you hurt him badly? What if he never wanted to see you again?” What if-

You ran into his arms, sobbing. You felt something soft tickle the back of your neck. A feather. He rubbed your back soothingly. Rocking the two of you back and forth as you cried against his chest.

“S-sorry! Sorrysorrysorry!” you yelped when your arm smacked his side.

“Shhhh shhh baby it’s okay.” He took your hand, gently moving it towards his face. Bad idea. You jerked your hand out of his grip, sniffling.

“Do-don’t do th-that- don’t do that. I’ll hu-hurt you. S-sorry.” he nodded.

“I understand.” he murmured, taking the two of you to the couch. He kept you close to him, feathers covering your body to try and help you relax. It was nice. He was warm and his voice was soft. You felt so... heavy. You closed your eyes, cuddling against him, close as you could possibly get before you finally fell asleep.

You slowly opened your eyes, the smell of bacon filling the air. You blinked a couple time, realizing you were in your bed. You sat up, groaning. Your neck felt so sore.

Click click

Ah, right. The tics were back. You thought back to yesterday, eyes widening as you remembered what happened. Hawks. He had come over hoping for a movie and cuddles, hoping for a break from taking care of people, and you’d ruined that with your stupid tic attack. How long had he stayed with you? Did he stay awake to make sure you didn’t tic in your sleep?

You ran out of your room, grateful you were still in your cozy movie party clothes. In the kitchen, Hawks had two plates on the counter, both with scrambled eggs and two slices of toast. Bacon was sizzling in the pan.

“Good morning, Dove! How are you feeling?” he asked, a soft yet tired smile on his face.

“Hawks! Hawks oh babe I am so so sorry about last night!” you exclaimed, your fingers twisted and curled around each other as you hoped to find comfort in the movement.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I made breakfast, look! I may have burnt the toast but you’ll be fine with that, right? Baby?” he cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression.

“Y-you sure it’s okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah! Was this the first time you had muscle spasms?” He sent a feather towards you, tickling your nose before circling around and rubbing at the back of your neck. You felt yourself on the brink of tears again at the soft gesture.

“No...” you murmured. “But I haven’t had them in a while I- I thought they were gone.” He nodded, humming.

“What triggers them?”

“Just- general anxiety and bad thoughts...” you mumbled.

“Alright. If you ever start ticking again, just call me. I’ll swoop in and help you. I’m pretty sure it’s hard to get stuff done when your body moves without you.” he flashed you a bright smile.

“Doesn’t it... weird you out?” you asked. “I could hurt you... I could accidentally break something I- I-”

“Baby.” you looked up at him. He took a step towards you, cupping your face into his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m here for you. I care about you so I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable. It’s my duty as hero, but more-so as your boyfriend.” you sniffled, nodding.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Dove?”

“You’re gonna burn the bacon.”

“SHIT!”

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*orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier

Translation: Or I could Just run away and fake my own death and live my cottage core dream with a blind cat ohhh yeah that sounds so much easier

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indulge-that-sin · 3 years ago

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Every Day, Most Nights

Characters: GN!MC, Mammon

Wordcount: ~1500

Tags: Fluff, Pre-relationship, Sleeping Together

The first time Mammon slept in your room, it happened quite by accident.

It was in your first year in the Devildom, when Mammon still grumbled unhappily about being your babysitter sometimes, but half-heartedly and more for show. One evening, he holed up in your room to avoid Levi, who'd taken to the warpath once again, demanding that Mammon repay some debt or other.

Levi was still shy about barging into your room--he was shy even about being invited inside--so Mammon was winning himself some time by hiding with you. Unfortunately, even cowering from his erstwhile loan shark, Mammon grew bored easily, so he pestered you into entertaining him.

"How about a movie?" you offered, because you didn't have energy for much else.

"Fine, but it better not be anything lame," Mammon replied.

Of course, the moment he said that, you decided you were going to sucker him into watching the lamest movie you possibly could. He probably wanted something with car chases and explosions, so you were going to aim for something very much not like that instead.

You climbed into bed with your laptop, arranging the pillows so you could sit more comfortably with your back against the headboard, and you patted the space next to you for Mammon to sit as well. His cheeks flushed, but he remained as stoic as he was capable of, and hopped up onto the bed next to you.

With the laptop placed onto a cushion in front of you, you pulled up Hellflix.

"How about..." You blinked innocently as you looked over the list of movies on offer, "a comedy?"

Your tone was casual, like you weren't really invested in the option. Mammon didn't look like he suspected anything, though he tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked over the colorful thumbnails on the screen.

"Can't really go wrong with a comedy, right?" you prompted further, like you were stating some general fact.

"Yeah, s'fine, just pick a good one," Mammon said, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. He would obviously let you do the heavy lifting, and that was precisely what you wanted.

"Oh, this looks cool. A succubus leaves her office job in the beauty industry to become a racecar driver." You omitted the next part of the movie synopsis, which mentioned she and the co-pilot would butt heads at first before the relationship turned to mutual interest. Mammon yawned, not paying attention. Perfect.

You set the movie playing. You briefly regretted you didn't get some popcorn, but at this point going to the kitchen might have blown Mammon's cover, and anyway, you could probably do without crumbs in bed. You snuggled down into your pillows instead.

The movie started out promising enough. It was bright and colorful, and the lead character was endearingly quirky. Mammon grumbled something about 'this better not be a chick-flick' sometime during the opening scenes, but by the time the character was longingly flipping through car magazines while sitting in a bubble bath, Mammon seemed hooked. You could always tell how invested he was in a movie by how much he talked during it, and now he was muttering under his breath, urging her to follow her dreams already.

He grew obviously suspicious when the meet-cute with the love interest happened, though it was late enough into the movie that he was now invested. You could tell by the way he fell suddenly silent that he realized now it was a romcom, and you could almost see the way he was internally debating whether he should complain about it out loud. But he was stuck because he obviously wanted to watch the rest of the movie, even though he didn't want to reveal he was the kind of guy who liked romcoms.

It was cute how every thought going through his head was projected to clearly onto his expressions unless he was actively sitting at a poker table, but you kept it to yourself. You hugged a pillow to your chest and hid your smile into it when you couldn't keep it off your face.

The rest of the movie passed quickly. Some scenes stuck out in your memory, but you were pretty sure you fell asleep during the third act, and woke up only at the final scene, with the protagonist and the love interest hoisting up a trophy as confetti streamed all around them, and then kissing right before the credits rolled. Or maybe you dreamed it up, your brain able to reproduce the extremely predictable ending all on its own.

What you recall more vividly is that you woke up to the laptop's screensaver casting weak blue light. You were laying on your side, one pillow cradled to your chest and the rest cushioning your head. But in front of you, Mammon's position mirrored yours. He had fallen asleep on his side as well, facing you, and he was so close that your foreheads were nearly brushing together. You felt the tickle of his hair, and you could see the movement of his eyes underneath his closed eyelids as he dreamed.

His mouth was also slack, and he was drooling slightly. Gross.

But still, it was so strange to see Mammon at rest, peaceful and undisturbed, that you were compelled to look at him. This was a face carved for an angel, and at no time had you noticed it as much as you did now. If he opened his eyes, they would be gold and blue like a summer sky, and it was a pity he hid them behind sunglasses so much of the time.

Alas, you couldn't sit and admire Mammon for too long. The angle was giving you a crick in the neck, and you felt so very cold, that you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep again unless you were under the covers. You moved slowly and carefully as you closed your laptop and slipped it down between the bed and the wall, putting it flat on the floor under your bed.

You were just peeling back the bed covers to slip underneath, when Mammon raised his head, and groggily muttered, "Whass goin' on...?"

"Cold," you muttered back, tugging the bedcovers more firmly now that he was already awake. He scrambled upright to let you pull the bedcovers down, and you slipped under them as soon as you could. You shivered at the touch of the cold sheets; it would take some time for your body heat to warm them up.

Or, maybe not. You looked over at Mammon. In the darkness, you couldn't see much--certainly less than a demon could--but there was uncertainty in the lines of Mammon's body. Having woken, he wasn't sure if he was welcome anymore. But you hadn't planned on chasing him out anyway.

You held up a corner of your bed covers.

"Come on, I'm freezing," you said. You didn't make it an order, but you did make it sound like it was the only obvious course of action, so Mammon turned on a bit of bluster again.

"Yeah, yeah, don't rush me," he retorted, muttering about humans not knowing their place as he slid under the covers next to you.

He laid down as stiff as a board, some awkwardness obviously lingering, but your master plan had come to fruition. You glued yourself to his side, and he was exactly as warm as you expected. Maybe demons ran hotter, or maybe it was just Mammon's nature to glow from the inside like he had his own sun in his chest, but either way you were going to leech off that heat for the rest of the night.

"Hey," Mammon protested mildly as on of your legs hooked around his, and you threw an arm over his chest so you could snuggle against his side.

"Mm," you hummed contentedly as you snuggled under the covers up to your ears.

You felt a shake of laughter from Mammon.

"What'm I, yer hot water bottle?" he muttered in the darkness. "Ah, I'll let it slide, just this once."

You felt his arm move behind you, and then two pats on top of your head. You considered saying something snarky to him about not making this awkward, but the cold was finally chased out of your bones, and all you wanted was to sink into sleep. *

The next day, by the time you woke up, Mammon was already gone.

You did notice over the next few weeks, however, that Mammon would make excuses to visit your room in the evenings. More than usual, at least. He'd demand to watch movies with you, or play games. Once, in what you assume was a fit of desperation, he even requested help with his homework.

And then he'd linger until it was late, and fall asleep 'accidentally', or, once he got bolder, outright demand to sleep in your room because it was too late for him to leave.

As for you, well... you were very good at playing dumb. He may very well have believed you didn't notice what he was doing.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon

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miraeluc · 4 years ago

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you have an anxiety attack

prompt: “after a long day you’re just trying to cook for you and your roommate, but when you accidentally switch salt and sugar the stress dawns upon you and you lose it.”

pairing: kaeya x gender-neutral reader

warnings: description of an anxiety attack, explicit language

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff, angst

rough day?

roughest of the rough

it started in the morning - all was good until you were all dressed and ready to go

all you needed to do was brush your teeth

of course you dropped toothpaste on your new blouse and had to change because your boss would literally kill you if you strutted in there with toothpaste stains on your clothing

that didn’t upset you too much anyway,, yep, it kinda sucks but it is what it is

you went to work

that’s when it started to REALLY go downhill

first, you had to sit your ass in this tiny cubicle all day and it remained right on that chair every time you stood up

that’s what it felt like at least

then, you lost data that you’ve been working on for a MONTH

an entire month’s worth data!!!! LOST!!!!

curse you and your issue with forgetting where you put your folders

so you started over

was it worth it?

your boss hated it

you ended up dropping the project overall,, handed it over to a co-worker

your excuse was that you felt too ‘unfit’ for the whole project and he would totally be a better fit!

poor bennett

bennett is a nice guy, you always hang out with him during break

you usually talk shit about the other co-workers and he just listens and sits there like ◕ ◡ ◕

he’s just there for the food you bring him, really

he’s a little dumb so he took the project from you with no hesitation

“i’ll do it for you, dont even worry about it, y/n!”

you ended up working overtime

you had about 7 projects to finish until tomorrow morning and they were all only half-done

so you got your coffee, turned off your phone and got to work

you finished at 9pm

your work hours are 8am-5:30pm

nope, not having a great time

well, at least you can go home now!

you pack up your stuff and get up, leaving this hellhole of an office, stretching as you wait for the elevator before checking your phone to see 7 missed calls from your roommate

aka kaeya

aka boy that is most likely emotionally unavailable

aka boy that KEEPS TURNING OFF THE HEATERS TO LEAVE YOU TO FREEZE

his excuse is always that he can’t handle the warmth but you’re sure its so you whine about the cold so he can hug you to warm you up

maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on him???? BUT WHO CAN BLAME YOU

he’s a whole package - the only thing he’s lacking is emotional availability lmao

which is why you never mentioned the day by day blooming feelings you’ve been developing for him

there would be no positive outcome from you telling him. he would politely turn you down, having to explain yet again that he doesn’t see himself having actual romantic feelings to someone

you’re content with your current relationship with him

right?

kaeya is known as the fuckboy! of the city

neither of you mind, he’s having his fun

and you know that there’s much more to it

you’re very happy to have gained his trust enough for him to let his flirty side down when with you, at least

well, there’s no time to ponder over your relationship with him because you’re already sprinting to catch the last bus of the day

right as you got to the station it drove away

fuck

what now?

you have to walk home. alone. in the dark.

oh well.

usually bennett drives you home but obviously he left earlier

its only a 15 minute walk you can do it

it’s not that bad there’s street lamps hey!

not that bad until it starts to rain, apparently

by the time you get home there’s water in places rainwater shouldn’t be

kaeya is running by the time he hears the front door

“where were you??”

“why didn’t you reply to my calls??”

“do you have a slight idea about how worried i w-”

he stops when he sees your soaked figure and tired expression

“oh, y/n, what happened?”

he immediately helped you chuck off your wet coat and shoes

“i worked overtime and missed the last bus so i had to walk home”, you sighed

he nodded and hummed “Go ahead and take a shower then, wouldn’t want you to get sick now, would we?” he winked

you scoffed but nodded anyway

“yeah, especially in this coLD FUCKING APARTMENT BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO LET THE HEATERS TURNED ON-”

you only heard him laugh before shutting the door in the bathroom and jumping into the shower, needing to warm up because you were sure your toes were about to fall off from the cold

at least the shower went well

:///

you got dressed in lounge attire when you got out of the shower, walking to the kitchen because you were very hungry

you gave bennett all your food today so you didnt have any left

he just looked so hungry

ANYWAYS

you’re in the kitchen, deciding on what to cook

if you ask kaeya he will tell you to just drink wine instead so, no

you kind of want something sweet so you decide to bake cupcakes

kaeya shows up too

“what’re you baking?”

he sat and watched as you gathered all the ingredients you need

“cupcakes. how was your day?”

you strike up a conversation - all you talked about today was work and you need some decent interaction, plus kaeya is a super nice talk partner

“good. i had a day-off today so i layed in bed all day”

you hummed, stirring the eggs and flour

“how come? you never get off”

“no reason, i was forcibly given a day off- well anyways, what i wanted to tell you about before you worried me because i thoght you were deAD when you didn’t respond, is that i need your help setting up a date for diluc-”

you stopped listening halfway

you were looking at the unopened sugar bag on the counter

you just stirred the sugar in, why is it unopened????

you look over at the open bag of salt

wait a second

you take out a little dough and taste it

FUCK

“hello??? earth to y/n?? are you even liste-”

he stops himself as soon as you look at him with your lower lip trembling

uhhhhh

he’s never been in this situation

“y/n?? why are you crying-”

he looks at the counter and the dough, then he sees the salt beside the bowl you were stirring in and leans over to try some

oh, that’s why

“oh come on, is that what you’re crying over?” he snorted

he could barely catch you when you collapsed and started sobbing

he immediately regreted what he said

“hey, y/n, it’s just a little dough! its okay-”

you just sobbed and he sat down with you, sighing and pulling you into a tight hug

you felt your lungs constricting and your hands started shaking

you didn’t even notice how antsy you felt all day until now

you gasped for air and he tightened his grip on you

“w-why am i so worthless?!”

you punched his chest

“i can’t do a single thi-ng with-out messing it up!”

punch

“i’m so us-useless”

punch

“i should just kill m-”

he immediately pulled away and cupped your face before you could finish what you were about to say

“y/n, look at me. you had a bad day - you’re not useless! you’re stressed out! you’re one of the most hardworking people that i know- and, and don’t you ever mention anything about killing yourself! i won’t let you go, not as long as im here”

you were too busy fighting against the constricting feeling in your lungs to notice the tear slipping down his cheek before he hugged you tightly again

your hands gripped at his tshirt

his hand rested over your shaky ones

it broke him

seeing you in such state hurt him so much, he felt his own heart breaking a little with every gasp you took

“come on, let’s breathe together”

his voice was soft when he spoke to you

he took a deep breath in, you following

you wrapped your arms around him and leaned your head against his chest when breathing out

hearing his heartbeat made you feel safe

he kept breathing with you until he was more than sure you could breathe comfortably again

why did he feel like this?

sure, flirting with girls is fun

and ghosting them is also fun

he usually doesn’t care about hurting them

but why does he feel the need to protect you from all bad things?

and why does your pain hurt him too?

he sighs and shakes his head as if that would clear his mind

(it doesn’t)

oh well.

taking care of your needs is more important right now

he picks you up and walks over to the couch, sitting down, placing you on his lap and hugging you

“you’re not cooking anything, we’ll order takeout.”

you sniffled and nodded

you did feel your heart flutter a little when he sat you down on him

he’s never done that

you ignore it and reside into the warmth he gives instead, nuzzling your face into his chest

he smiles softly and strokes your hair, using his free hand to type in what you were ordering

you both fell into a comfortable silence

at some point he thought you fell asleep lol

“kaeya?”

he rose his brows a little and looked down, humming

“thank you.”

additional notes: welp. this was my first drabble! it was very fun to write and i genuinely look forward to writing more! i’d appreciate it alot if you leave any feedback or even requests for drabbles :-)

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #anxiety #anxiety attack #angst #fluff #diluc #bennett #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #gender neutral s/o #genshin impact x reader #kaeya scenario #genshin impact scenarios #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya angst #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff

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the-untamed-obsession · 4 years ago

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AAA- Changes of Regret h u r t-!! It was so good,,, qwq If it's alright, may I request the reader being brought back to life post Guanyin Temple? Kinda like a continuation but our poor Xichen finally gets some sort of happiness. Stay safe!<3

Haiii!! I kinda couldn’t resist 😅 I hope you like it! It’s longer than the original!

Side note: Alessia and Scarlett are my OCs! They’re my good ocs ^w^

PART 1 HERE

Word count: 2.4k

Changes of Regret II

“It’s here.” The blue-haired woman mentioned as she tapped on a headstone. There were small wisps around her that lit up the extremely dark cemetery. “(Y/n)’s buried here.”

“Thank you, Alessia.” Scarlett spoke as she touched the large headstone. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and smiling. Both women stood back as Alessia waved her hands, causing a burst of energy to destroy the headstone and creating a large opening right above the coffin.

With her magic, Alessia was able to lift the coffin out of its grave and placed it on the ground. She tore the top off, allowing Scarlett to look inside. Her gentle green eyes scanned your features before a smile appeared on her face.

“Perfect.” Reaching down, Scarlett’s hand touched your chest, a golden glow starting to emit from the touch. It glowed brighter and brighter, outshining the wisps Alessia had. The said mage watched from behind, ready to help in case anything went wrong.

Scarlett had been practicing Necromancy for a long while and her ultimate goal was to revive a corpse to its original form. She wanted no negative effects of the summoning which were prone to happen due to the nature of such rituals.

The glow finally started to dim, transferring to Scarlett’s eyes instead. The light was almost blinding in the final moments of the spell. Finally, she pulled away and watched you; Alessia joining seconds later.

“Did it work?” The mage inquired as the two stared down at your form. Your fingers twitched before your eyes shot open, glowing a bright pink before returning to their normal color.

“Yes. It worked.”

***

It had been about two years since you were brought back from the dead. The entirety of that time was given to Scarlett as she took care of you while you recovered. There had been two main problems with being brought to life. One unexpected side effect with bringing someone back to life was the healing process. Yes, even you needed to heal.

The typical healing time depended on the person. Children often took four to five years to fully heal, while adults took one to two. Your healing process lasted a little over a year and a half. You learned how to walk, talk, eat, and co-exist with others. Although it seemed rather simple, you had a very hard time readjusting.

The other problem was the lack of memories. As you started to heal, you realized you knew nothing of the past. Not one memory surfaced the entire time. Alessia had promised once you were fully healed and ready to go, she’d help bring them back. Until then, you only knew one thing. Your name.

Currently, you and Scarlett were making your way to Alessia. You had been fully healed for about three days now and as promised, Alessia wanted to help recover your memories. The walk from Scarlett’s home to Alessia’s was a little over five minutes.

“We’re here.” Scarlett announced, as she entered the home. She never knocked but her friend never seemed to care. Alessia came out and greeted you two with a bright smile.

“Today’s the big day! Are you excited?” You mirrored her smile and nodded, letting her lead you into another room. Scarlett waited outside, knowing this was private matters, and although she was like your mother this entire time, she knew some things were just too personal.

You laid down on the bed that Alessia had prepared while she sat down on the chair beside you.

“Close your eyes and clear your mind.” She instructed as she held her hands over your form. You obeyed her and did your best to not think of anything. Warmth wrapped around your form and your mind started to feel fuzzy. You felt so tired… almost as if you were about to fall asleep. You wanted to warn Alessia, but found yourself too exhausted to do so.

Instead, you fell into a deep slumber. It took a few seconds before you felt your feet hit the ground and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in an unrecognizable garden. There were many small wisps flying around, some even twirling and dancing around you. You giggled and reached out to touch them, when a particular wisp flew up to you.

It felt so… familiar. To the point where you’d forgotten about the others and followed where it attempted to lead you. You followed it through the garden and to a large door. It was connected to nothing, just a doorframe in the middle of the pathway. The wisp stopped at the door handle and you assumed it wanted you to walk through.

You followed its instructions, entering a forest. As you followed down the path with the wisp, you saw small visions. Were… these your memories?

“Wei Wuxian! Nice to meet you!”

“I’m (y/n)! It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, young master Wei.”

That… was Wei Wuxian. Your best friend… someone you’d give your life for. Literally. You walked up to his transparent figure, his smiling bringing a sense of nostalgia and melancholy to your heart.

The wisp garnered your attention once more and led you further down the path, where you saw another vision.

“You must be (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-you’re Lan Xichen! One of the Twin Jades of Lan!”

His humble chuckle sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach. His handsome smile made your cheeks light up, but his voice made your heart ache. Why? What happened?

You followed the wisp further into the forest, coming upon yet another vision. This… was Wei Wuxian. He seemed… different from the first vision. Why… were you guarding him?

“Stay back!”

“Get away from him, (y/n)! He’s the Yiling Patriarch!”

“I… I know. But I won’t allow you to hurt him!”

What? Who was the Yiling Patriarch? As you thought that, your mind answered your own question. He became the Yiling Patriarch when he was thrown into the Burial Grounds, where he’d go on to invent Demonic Cultivation.

Why… did you defend him?

You placed a hand on your chest and closed your eyes, seeking the answer. No less than two seconds later, you had it.

Loyalty.

You and Wei Wuxian were fiercely loyal to each other. No matter what, Wei Wuxian always protected you and you protected him. You stood by his side, no matter what. Even when Lan Wangji had started to question him, even when he abandoned the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, even when he’d accidentally killed Jin Zixuan, when he’d ultimately lost control of Wen Ning, you were always there to help him. In turn, no matter what, Wei Wuxian strived to keep you safe and sound.

Then what happened? Why did you hurt like this? You knew you died for him… but what happened?

As you continued to follow the wisp, you came across another vision.

“Don’t do this, (y/n)!” Lan Xichen begged, but you’d looked away.

“I’m sorry. I’ve made up my mind. I’m staying with Wei Wuxian… goodbye.”

You watched your transparent figure leave and when you looked at Lan Xichen, you felt your heart shatter. The look of pure agony and pain in his eyes as he watched you leave brought everything back.

That’s right. You’d abandoned your boyfriend because your loyalty to Wei Wuxian was stronger. You knew you’d hurt him, but at the same time you felt he understood. It still hurt to think about.

The further down the path you went, the more memories you unlocked. Towards the end, you found the same door you did at the beginning. The wisp touched the handle and you reached out to touch it. Instead of it walking you through, however, it vanished. You looked back at the forest with solemn eyes before walking through the door.

Who knew your past had been so lonely and broken?

***

“You’re awake.” You blinked to get the haze out of your eyes before looking at Alessia. “Did you recover all your memories?” You nodded as certain memories rushed back at you. Already, your cheerful demeanor had been crushed.

“Did… you see?”

“No, I can’t. I can just help bring them back… but I can tell from your face it wasn’t pretty.” You shook your head and sat up.

“I… have to go see someone. Now.”

“Ok, let’s go.” With that, you three were off. You knew exactly where to go and you hoped he was still there. Your Xichen. It was a long journey, one where you contemplated turning back numerous times. You were scared. What would he say? What would he do? What… would happen to him?

It had been about three years since your death, added with the two years from the recovery period, you had been “dead” for five years. How was Xichen now? Did he move on? Was he married? There had been so much that had happened and the way you died without being able to tell him everything you wanted sent a deep sense of regret through you. But you wouldn’t quit. No, you would see him and you would explain everything to him.

If by the end of it he wanted you to disappear and never return, you would do so. If he wanted you to stay, you would do so. You’d only hoped it would end well and that all of your worries were just that.

“We’re here.” Scarlett announced as she stopped. You three stood at the base of the mountain, one that was so familiar to you even though you hadn’t seen it in your new life. You remembered many memories here, but only one stuck out at you.You looked at the two women behind you who gave you a supportive smile.

“Go on. We’ll be here when you get back.” Alessia smiled, with a little wave.

“Take care and don’t be scared.” Scarlett added, patting your head. You gave them a bright smile and nodded before running off up the stairs. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to see him.

***

Xichen sat at the table, his eyes glancing over the letter he’d been sent a few days ago. It had been expressing concerns about recent events that had taken place nearby, all relating to demonic activity. He sighed, feeling the stress build up. The paper slipped from his hand and fell onto the ground, but he didn’t care to pick it up.

He stared out the window, seeing a cloud rolling by. Immediately, his mind left from his current concerns and to some fantasy world. He daydreamed about you often. Even now, years later, nothing had changed. Xichen was the same mess as before. He was clumsy, unable to concentrate on anything, and often had to be forced to do any work. Even then, any progress he made was either painstakingly slow or none at all.

Xichen had given up all efforts in trying to heal. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to get better, he didn’t want to move on, he didn’t want to try and become what he used to be. He wanted you and nothing else, unfortunately, he couldn’t have you.

He barely registered the door opening, someone walking in, and sitting down in front of him. He just stared off into the distance as your smiling face came into his mind. He did his best to remember you, never wanting to face the day where he couldn’t recall what you’d looked like.

Finally, a hand waved in front of his face, making him blink back into reality. He sighed and looked at the person in front of him. At the sight, he was immediately startled.

You sat there with a look of concern on your face. You moved a little closer, slowly in fear of him moving away, but he didn’t react at all.

“Are you ok, Xichen?” You… sounded exactly the same.

He’d lost it. Xichen had officially lost it and now he was hallucinating. Great, as if he couldn’t get any worse. But… was that so bad? He’d lost interest in life the day you left him, so what did it matter now?

At least now it felt like you were here, that you were real. When you smiled at him, his heart fluttered like never before. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheeks. They were warm.

“(y/n)...” he murmured as he looked over your features repeatedly. If you were a hallucination then that meant you’d disappear soon. He had to make sure he studied every inch of your face before you left him again.

“Xichen… you’ve given up.” You whispered, making him look away shamefully.

“I… don’t care. I don’t want anything. I don’t care for anything. I just needed you.” This is what you’d done to him. You’d taken a powerful, kind, graceful man and turned him into… nothing. Although it wasn’t on purpose, you couldn’t help but feel responsible. Both of you had made mistakes, but this was never the outcome you’d imagined.

You knew Xichen never blamed you, he just wasn’t like that. You were positive even now he didn’t blame you. But you blamed yourself. Someone needed to be held responsible for this...

“I’m here now,” you said, taking his face in your hands, “I’m back so I want you to come back too. I want you to be the same as you were before.” He shook his head with a sad smile.

“You’re not back. You’re… just a hallucination. You’ll disappear and it’ll be like I lost you all over again.”

“I’m real! Look!” You took his hand and placed it on your chest, where he could feel your heart beating. That was… odd. He must’ve really lost it if you were this real.

However, his negative thoughts were crushed when he heard the door open. In ran his brother, Lan Wangji, who stared at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered as he fell to his knees beside you. He took you by the shoulders and stared at you with pure shock. “You’re alive… you’re actually alive.” He looked at his brother who seemed to be just as surprised. Up until now, he hasn’t even considered the idea of you actually being alive. He genuinely believed he had gone crazy.

“It’s r-real?” The broken question pained your heart but you nodded. Lan Wangji nodded too, confirming the “hallucination” was indeed real.

“I’m real, Xichen. I’m real.” Almost instantly, you were taken into his arms and he held you so tightly. You had many questions about what had happened since your death, but they could wait until later.

Right now, you two just needed… this. You needed to be close to each other. Especially Xichen. He needed to be reminded that you were actually here and that you wouldn’t leave him again.

#mdzs reader insert #mdzs x reader #mdzs #mdzs imagine #mdzs lan xichen #mdzs lan xichen x reader #lan xichen x reader #lan xichen

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thebisexualdogdad · 5 years ago

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Heyy, if requests are open, may I request an Incubus male reader x Lucifer Morningstar relationship hc please?

Co written with @inhumanshadows

· So maybe you're new to LA and go to the Lux to see if Lucifer is all that you've heard about him

· And you figure: nightclub? Sexual energy a plenty.

·And if all goes well you get in the devils pants.

· You're making out with a random patron on the dance floor when Lucifer finally shows up

· “Mind if I cut in?” Lucifer watches whoever your kissing leave. “Lucifer Morningstar. Who might you be?”

· "Y/N Y/L/N, the highlight of your night"

· “Ooh is that so? Well I do love a challenge... shall we take this upstairs?”

· His penthouse is even more extravagant than you imagined and you want to christen every inch of it

· “Care for a drink? Or should we skip the pleasantries and get to the pleasure?”

· "I've always been a dessert first kind of guy so why don't you show me to your bed"

· “Gladly” and he flashes that smile that just makes you melt.

· Lucifer has enough sexual energy to feed you for a lifetime

· Lucifer is thick and girthy

· You gladly ride him that night.

· And he surprises you by asking you to stay

· Normally you're gone by morning but something about Lucifer entices you so you take him up on his offer

There's lots of pancakes and morning sex when you wake up

· “So... why ask me to stay?”

· "Because i find you... Irresistible"

· “Really?” Lucifer nods and kisses your cheek.

· You guys continue to hook up every so often and Lucifer is at odds when you're not around, no one has ever made him feel like this

· Maze is not so happy at her boss being all weird.

· “Mazikeen... knower of things. What do you know about a Y/N L/N?”

· "Who now?"

· "Oh bullocks"

· The next time you're at the Lux he's determined to get answers

· "So my dear lover boy, tell me what it is you truly desire"

· "For you to know the truth"

· “The truth about what?” He presses.

· “About me.”

· "What are you keeping from me Y/N"

· "I'm... I'm an incubus"

· “Oh well... that only explains parts of it... I’ve been with your kind before but this feels different...”

· "I'm quite stronger than my brethren, been at this for hundreds of years"

· Amenidiel in the background "or maybe you've fallen in love Luci"

· “Oh joy... the white winged tight ass...” you sneer.

· “Love that sass.” Lucifer comments. “What are you on about amenidiel

· "Well Y/N clearly seduced you to feed on you Lucifer but you've both caught the love bug since"

· "Do you feed on me?"

· "How could i not? Sexual energy radiates off of you"

· “Thank you?”

· “Think of your sexual energy as an overflowing faucet. I simply take enough off the top to sate myself.”

· "And what happens if you don't feed?"

· "I die"

· "Well I certainly don't want that so feed off me as much as you'd like. How about we go have some fun up in the hot tub"

· “Sounds good to me.”

· Amenidiel “oh boy...”

· You guys have had sex all over the penthouse and Lux and Maze is so tired of walking in on you guys

· One day you’re still sleeping upstairs while Luci is talking to maze about some finances.

· “So... you and him a thing now? Cause there’s been a significant decline in bedfellows.”

· "There may have been some truth to what Amenidiel said"

· "Lucifer Morningstar in love, never saw that one coming"

· “You and me both Maze... but I feel like I am.”

· "So ask him to move in with you"

· "Are you serious?"

· "He's here all the time anyways"

· “What if he says no?”

· “He’s literally asleep in your bed and has been every night this week.”

· When he asks you you obviously say yes and you don't have that many belongings so the move is easy

· And the sex only gets wilder once you move in

· Maze has to soundproof the penthouse and puts in new locks

· It's not uncommon for you guys to pick up a stranger at the bar and bring him/her/them upstairs to join you

· All in all life is good.

· “Can I just say I’m surprised this happened” you tell him

· "What? That the devil himself and an incubus fell in love?"

· "Exactly that"

· “It’s one odd story...” you say.

· “But one I’m happy to live.”

· One day you get injured so badly that feeding off of Lucifer is literally the only way you'll survive

· It started out real soft and slow which isn't really your style but it's sweet seeing Lucifer be gentle with you

· You look at him as you find a small pace. “I love you Luci but I need to go rough.”

·“Feel free.”

· · You ride him for like two days straight and he watches the injuries heal

· As much stamina as Lucifer has he gets drained from the amount you're feeding off him

· “I think that’s the first time we’ve been this tired after...” Luci pants. “Agreed

· It takes a few days but you finally heal thanks to Lucifer and seeing you almost die is what makes him realize that he wants to spend eternity with you

· He asks you to spend forever together and you say yes.

· You guys date for years and eventually get officially engaged

· "I don't need a piece of paper to define our relationship but how can i say no to one hell of a party"

· The wedding is of course a big fucking deal. Well at least to everyone else. You tell Luci you’d have been happy with a small thing.

· The actual ceremony is quick and to the point but the reception lasts until the sun comes up

· When it’s finally over you and Lucifer honeymoon in Fiji or the Maldives.

· And you barely leave your hotel room

· you also have an orgy in a nudist resort

· And you know they fucked on a nude beach, you guys were cleaning out sand in every crevice for days

· And you guys use the hot tub jets and lo and behold more sand

· And Lucifer takes so many videos of your escapades for when you get home

· There’s a bunch from the beach, some of you in the shower. One of you asleep. You got a bunch of him too. Especially cleaning his sand covered ass

· He saves them to cloud and they accidentally get sent to Maze who just texts Lucifer "looks like you're having fun fellas"

·“You have no idea.” “

· "I can gather..”

#lucifer imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #headcanons #co write #co written

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minishoyo · 4 years ago

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Stressful day again, wasn’t?

HAIKYUU ONE-SHOTS 0.01

HINATA SHOYOU . . . fluffs, fluffies, fluffy!! requested by: @svnbaezz!! i’m sorry it took too long huhu

You entered the house with grocery bags on your arms, a heavy laptop bag placed on your shoulder, and a large milk carton which you hug near your chest. It was a stressful day indeed on work. But you’re already short on necessities at home that’s why you decided to drop by on the nearest supermarket.

As expected, you had to fall in a very long line.

“I’m home,” You said, almost a whisper.

No one answered back. Is your husband isn’t home yet? You looked at the wall clock. It’s already 7:37 in the evening. When you looked at the dining table, there’s still no food prepared. He was usually home at 6. You bit your lip, trying to calm yourself down. It’s bad when you get mad, it’s always become messy.

“I’m home,” You repeated. “Shoyou?”

Still. No one answered.

“Shoyou—”

You accidentally peeked at your baby’s room door, which was a little bit opened, and you saw your husband sleeping soundly beside your the little bundle of sunshine...Shin. You started contemplating if you should wake him up or not. But you’re already hungry, you don’t think you can still cook. But it would be too bad too if you wake Hinata. What if he’s tired at work and—

“Welcome home.”

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your husband’s strong pair of arms around your waist, his head buried on the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t able to greet you immediately, I suddenly fell asleep with our baby and—”

You sighed. “I-It’s okay, Shoyou. Let’s have dinner, shall we? I also bought groceries on my way back here.”

There’s no hint of energy on your voice. Unlike his.

“There was a sale so I decided if I...” you trailed off when you grabbed the frying pan. “...should buy—”

But Hinata was too quick when he stole it from you.

“Move, baby,” He sweetly commanded.

“Huh?”

“I’ll prepare dinner.”

“But—”

He looked back at you with a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up.

“I got this, okay? Sit back on the couch, watch TV, while I prepare our food, okay? Why don’t you check Shin too? He misses you a lot.”

You smiled. Finally.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll check our baby.

“Y/N-chan,” Your husband cooed as soon as he lie down on the bed beside you. He snuggled at you immediately, his breath hitting your right cheek.

“Shoyou, not today.”

“I just miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

You wore off your glasses before attempting to close the lamp beside you but Hinata caught your wrist.

“Shoyou—”

“Tell me what happened on work today.”

You just looked at him as he studied your face. Dark circles appearing under your eyes, your skin looking paler as ever, untamed hair, acne starting to spread out again—everything because of stress. You stayed silent. You can’t sort your feelings out.

“Another stressing day, wasn’t?”

You nodded.

“Come here, baby.”

Hinata immediately enveloped you with his warm embrace as you cuddled him close. It was so cold outside, especially that winter is coming, but his heat was enough to warm you up. You don’t want to let go anymore.

“It was so stressful today,” You said, half-crying. “I don’t want to work anymore. With that boss who just kept placing mountains of paper works on my desks, my demanding managers, noisy co-workers, everything! I just...want to sleep all day and spend time with you and Shin.”

He patted your back. “Shh, shh...”

“We can do that, right?” You looked at him. “I can spend time with you again, right? I want to be the one who takes care of our baby. I want to see you practice volleyball. I want to watch your games. I want to—”

You were cut off by a kiss, a soft and loving one. A tear escaped your eye but Hinata wiped it with his thumb.

It lasted for a minute...

No, 2—3 minutes.

You tugged his shirt for air. “I-I’m sorry, honey. For ranting at time like this. I know you’re busy too with your games, with our baby, and now—”

“You want to go to the park this coming Saturday?” He energetically asked. There’s this shining smile plastered on his face.

“P-Park?”

“Yes! We’ll have a picnic! And we can play and teach Shin volleyball! How do that sound? Are you in?”

With you shaking lips, you smiled, before tackling Hinata on your bed.

“Of course, I would love to!”

He caressed your hair, laughing. “I love you, Y/N-chan!”

“I love you too, Shoyou!”

A/N: Requests are still open! Feel free to drop by on my inbox, sweeties!

#hinata shoyou #hinata shoyo #hinata x reader #karasuno #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fanfic #fanfictions #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo scenarios #reader insert #minishoyo #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcanon

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limjaeseven · 4 years ago

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Fill My Heart With Liquor

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,079

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunk JB, sad JB, JJP being cuties

Summary: Jinyoung finds out the day before that he's going to be busy filming on Jaebeom's birthday.

[a/n]: Written based off of this tweet which came to my notice thanks to the wonderful fitbbeoming. They are an incredible artist, please check out their work, they deserve all the love. A huge thank you to @taetaesbaebaepsae for beta reading this fic.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung calls out to his boyfriend who’s lying on their bed, his nose buried in a book as usual.

Jaebeom dropped the book to his chest, peering over to look at the younger who was sitting on the floor with his script in his lap and phone in his hand, a tensed smile on his face. The elder had known Jinyoung long enough to tell from just the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that something was wrong.

Pushing himself off the bed, Jaebeom dropped onto the floor next to his boyfriend, groaning as a shock of pain ran up his spine, his back sore from his days of slouching in his chair in his studio.

“What is it, Nyoungie?” Jinyoung ignored him, his hands instinctively shooting to the elder’s back to massage the muscles and release all the knots, worry written on his face. “How many times do I have to tell you to stretch once in a while when you’re in the studio for so long?” Jaebeom waved the man off, turning to face him, his palms resting on the younger’s shoulders.

“Speak.”

Jinyoung’s face flashed with a nervous expression as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I have a shoot tomorrow, I will be leaving early in the morning and won’t be back before midnight. Yoo Jitae hyung isn’t free next week so we’ll have to finish filming the next two episodes before the weekend.” Jinyoung’s guilty expression made Jaebeom’s heartbreak more than the repercussions of what the man was saying. It was Jaebeom’s birthday the following day and not once in the ten years that the two men had known each other had they spent it apart, come what may they did their best to spare at least a few hours to themselves.

“It’s fine, Jinyoung, just get me a good bottle of wine on your way back.” Despite Jaebeom’s attempts to console the younger, it didn’t stop him from feeling bad about leaving his boyfriend alone for his birthday.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung whined but Jaebeom just shut him up with a peck to his lips before getting up to cook dinner for the two of them.

“At least let me cook for you tonight.” Jaebeom had been busy cutting vegetables when Jinyoung showed up from behind to wrap his arms around the elder’s this waist, resting his chin on the elder’s strong, wide shoulders. Jinyoung always found comfort in the way Jaebeom was so much bigger than him, his broad shoulders protecting him from the rest of the world when wrapped in his embrace.

“And what, let you burn the kitchen down? Just set the table, you’ll need to sleep soon anyways if you want to get up early tomorrow.” Jinyoung pouted cutely at the elder, which was rewarded with another kiss and a soft push, urging him to pull out the plates from the cabinet.

“Hyung, can’t we wait till midnight at least, that way I’d be able to wish you a happy birthday?” Jaebeom just laughed, dragging the younger to bed once they were done washing the dishes after dinner.

“You know if you don’t get at least six hours of sleep you’ll be cranky in the morning.” Jinyoung’s pout vanished as Jaebeom took his hoodie off to change into a sleep shirt, his eyes zoning in on the man’s toned chest. “Stop drooling,” A wad of cloth came flying straight into Jinyoung’s face, causing the younger to fall back onto the bed. As he pulled it away he realised Jaebeom had thrown the hoodie he was wearing at him and had already changed into his pyjamas, much to Jinyoung’s dismay.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered as he fell asleep in Jaebeom’s warm embrace that night, his heart heavy as he cuddled closer to the elder. Jaebeom just ran his hand through the younger’s hair, wishing him goodnight before turning the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.

Jinyoung desperately wanted to call Jaebeom up to wish him, or at least make him breakfast before he left but Jinyoung slept through his alarm and woke up with five minutes to spare before his manager would arrive with the car. Running to get changed, the younger blindly grabbed his things, combing through his hair just to make it look presentable and throwing on a random sweater with a pair of jeans. He sprinted out of their apartment just as his manager arrived, Jinyoung climbing into the back seat, being driven off to the location of the shooting.

When Jaebeom woke up to a cold bed, he couldn’t help but groan at the thought of a birthday without Jinyoung. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through the endless list of wishes from his friends, family and fellow idols. Youngjae called him to talk to him for a while, Jinyoung had let the younger know of the circumstances the night before and asked him to distract the elder so that he wouldn’t spend too much time in his own head.

Eventually though the younger got called away for a schedule and the elder was left alone to his own devices, which meant that he stayed in bed till noon and threw together a simple meal for brunch. He considered heading to the studio to spend some time but recalled how he’d leant the space to a producer friend whose studio was undergoing renovations.

He decided to instead drive down to meet his parents and so he shot his mother a text, letting her know that he would be leaving soon. Unfortunately, just as he was slipping on his shoes, he received a reply from her, letting him know that both of them were busy visiting Jinyoung’s parents, a tradition that had started when Jinyoung and Jaebeom started dating. Every six months, Jaebeom’s parents would go to Jinyoung’s parents’ house and vice versa to just meet and talk, the four of them incredibly close.

He tried getting a hold of one of the members to hang out with but Yugyeom was out with his friend Seungyoun, Bambam was busy in the gym, Jackson had a meeting for his company, so on and so forth. Even his offshore friends had been too busy to spare him some time. Defeated, Jaebeom decided to just play some of his favourite LPs and read, changing into his comfiest pair of pyjamas and brewing himself a nice dark coffee in order to treat himself.

Half an hour into the process though, the words on the page in front of him refused to make any sense, no matter how many times he read them and the song, even his favourite sounded like the blandest and most offensive piece of music he had ever heard. Frustrated, he grabbed his laptop to watch some anime on it but that too only entertained him for so long.

Jaebeom looked at his phone again, realising that Jinyoung hadn’t contacted him once since morning, not even sent him a text to wish him. Even though he knew it was probably because he was busy and maybe his phone would have died because Jinyoung always forgot to charge his phone, it didn’t stop the insecurities to brew in the back of his mind, dark as the coffee in his hand.

Jaebeom had many demons he battled every day, much like anyone else, many of them stemming from his persistence to overachieve and perfectionism and the waves of self-loathing that crashed over him when things didn’t turn out the way he wanted them to or the insecurities that exposed themselves like open wounds when he failed at meeting his own insane expectations.

Jinyoung to him was an angel, a creature from the heavens who had settled for someone like him. Even though he knew that Jinyoung loved him for who he was, flaws and all, he still refused to believe that he was nearly enough.

Before he could go too deep into that train of thought and get stuck in his own head till Jinyoung got home, Jaebeom decided a good drink was what he needed to clear his mind. Looking through the fridge for two bottles of soju and a glass, he sat on the couch, letting himself relax into the cushioned seat. Nora decided his lap was prime real estate for a nap and hopped on top, nuzzling herself against his thighs as he drank a shot, the liquid burning the back of his throat as it went down.

Jaebeom doesn’t remember how much he drank or when he picked up his phone to look through Instagram. Yoo Jitae, Jinyoung’s co-star for his drama had posted a picture of him and Jinyoung together, drinking coffee on set. Seeing Jinyoung in costume, dressed in a pair of tight black jeans, an oversized hoodie and a denim jacket made Jaebeom feel a pang in his chest. He missed his boyfriend dearly and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Opening up the camera in the app, Jaebeom took a picture of himself pouting with a cute filter on, wanting to send it to Jinyoung via dm but he accidentally put it on his story. Before long, posts of fans cooing over his appearance and expression came pouring in, many asking him for the reason for his pout. Jaebeom’s drunk mind decided it was a good idea to pine for his boyfriend via instagram and posted story after story, talking about missing a part of him, never explicitly mentioning Jinyoung, of course. He had that much sense in him, no matter how drunk he was.

The pouty selfies became teary eyed ones as he quoted lines from his favourite books, one that talked about feeling empty, lost and lonely. His fans expressed concern but he immediately shut them down, calling them ‘late night musings’. Just as he was about to get fed up of posting stories too, he heard a soft knock on the door.

Jaebeom sprinted to the door, almost falling over multiple times before he made it there to open it. The elder all but fell into Jinyoung’s arms as he saw the younger standing there, smiling brightly. Jinyoung had to drag a very drunk Jaebeom back inside the house as the elder rested all his wait on the younger, refusing to let him go. Deciding to just dump him on the couch, Jinyoung fell with the elder as he continued to clutch onto the younger.

“Happy birthday, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered to Jaebeom, his phone in one hand indicating the time as 23:59. Jaebeom took a few seconds to register what was happening but as soon as he did, he resolved to smothering his boyfriend in kisses instead of answering him.

“Why didn’t you text at least? And how come you’re home so early?” Jaebeom practically whined, his words slurred. Jinyoung couldn’t help but coo at his hyung as he finally wriggled his way out of the elder’s embrace, instead sitting up on the couch and helping the elder to do the same.

“My phone died before I could text you and by the time I got a charger for it we were so busy recording I couldn’t get to it till like twenty minutes ago;” Jinyoung confessed, the guilt heavy in his voice. "As for why I'm back early, well someone decided to pine on their stories about how much they felt lonely and sad and all that jazz and I thought they were talking about me so I came here. Were they not? Should I go back?" All Jinyoung was rewarded with was a slap to his chest and a peck to his cheek.

"I did get the wine you asked for but I think that's best left for another day. Let's get you to bed, hyung," Jinyoung knew he couldn't carry the elder, so he opted to drag him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed before changing quickly and snuggling in close to his hyung.

"I love you, hyung. Good night" Jinyoung said, pressing a kiss to Jaebeom's forehead as he slept with his head resting on the younger's chest, his breathing slowing as he fell into deep sleep.

****

"Omg what was I thinking, last night?!" Jaebeom exclaimed, looking at the barrage of memes his group mates had made of all the pictures he had posted the night before. "Don't worry, I found them adorable," Jinyoung replied with a soft peck on the elder's cheek.

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silhouettecrow · 1 year ago

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 299

Adjective: Dim

Noun: Crystal

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Dim: (of a light, color, or illuminated object) not shining brightly or clearly; (of an object or shape) made difficult to see by darkness, shade, or distance; (of a room or other space) made difficult to see in by darkness; (of the eyes) not able to see clearly; (of a sound) indistinct or muffled; not clearly recalled or formulated in the mind; (of prospects) not giving cause for hope or optimism; (informal) stupid or slow to understand

Crystal: a piece of a homogeneous solid substance having a natural geometrically regular form with symmetrically arranged plane face; (chemistry) any solid consisting of a symmetrical, ordered, three-dimensional aggregation of atoms or molecules; (electronics) a crystalline piece of semiconductor used as an oscillator or transducer; a clear transparent mineral, especially quartz; a piece of crystalline substance believed to have healing powers; highly transparent glass with a high refractive index; articles made of crystal glass; the glass over a watch face; (informal) short for crystal meth (methamphetamine)

#ive been having trouble sleeping #so instead of my 'executive decision' im going to go ahead and try to post this before going to sleep #despite having a busy day (of exploring and shopping and eating all as a date) with my girlfriend and seeming to be exhausted #i just cant sleep #i may have to listen to some meditation asmr cos thats the only thing i absolutely know can help me sleep #<- that was all before i accidentally fell asleep which was cos i started watching an asmr video (ofc)#so oops #anyway i think this prompt has a lot of different combos and possibilities #considering just how many definitions there are for both of the words #to me tho i think im going to go a magical sort of route #partially cos this maked me think of the dark 'crystal' and partially because i like to think of 'crystals' in general as being magic #(even tho they probably arent for real but they actually become magic because i believe they can be you know?)#so im thinking im gonna work with the idea of a magical 'crystal' losing its magic and thus becoming 'dim'#thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least #*makes

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wheresmynaya · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Lights Ch.9|Brittana

A/N - So we're potentially nearing the end to this one. I've been considering writing the entire school year, but I may finally be getting back to work soon so I won't have much free time to continue this. Who knows though, a miracle might happen! Don't worry, I'll get this to a good stopping point so no one's left hanging. Thanks for sticking around!

Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & under the cut

When Monday morning rolls around, Brittany has no trouble waking up to start her day. In fact, she barely grumbles as she does a stretch before getting ready for her usual morning run. Most of the time, Mondays are the hardest for her since it means getting back into her busy routine for the week but today feels different.

Actually, the whole weekend has felt different.

Brittany feels weirdly well-rested although she didn’t really get much sleep last night because she spent most of it texting Santana. They weren’t even talking about anything important, but Brittany couldn’t get enough of her even after the day they spent together.

Like they agreed upon, Santana tagged along with her and Pete to the park where they both watched Pete swing. Neither of them could help glancing over by the pond though and Brittany definitely couldn’t help but to remember all that happened there. She bets Santana was thinking the same judging by the coy smirk Brittany caught her wearing when their eyes finally met. The look made Brittany blush, but they were soon interrupted by Pete begging one of them to push him on the swings.

It was a great afternoon at the park followed by lunch back at the Pierce residence where Brittany made everyone sandwiches. Pete talked animatedly about this show he watched at their grandparents’ house in between bites of his ham and cheese. Santana followed along just as enthusiastically which made Brittany’s heart just about burst. She found herself wondering if anyone else knew of Santana’s softer side or if this was just for them.

Either way, it was nice and easy and even if Brittany was dealing with a hangover from hell it was okay, because once Pete fell into a food coma Santana kissed away all her worries.

And it was different, kissing Santana completely sober. There was nothing in her system that could blur the way she felt in that moment, nothing else to pin those dizzy feelings on.

Everything she felt was purely because of Santana.

It was something Brittany wondered about before Santana came over that day. What would happen once the alcohol wore off? Would Santana regret everything? Would Brittany? Would things become awkward and uncomfortable to the point where they’d have to stop being friends?

Santana put a rest to most of Brittany’s burning questions just by showing up after everything that happened that night, then she assured Brittany by pushing her up against the kitchen counter and kissing her hard after Pete fell asleep on the couch.

Of course, that’s just how Brittany’s interpreting it all so that she can make sense of how quickly their friendship has changed. If Santana regretted anything they did, it definitely didn’t show so it must mean that they’re okay.

But again, Brittany’s just guessing because they haven’t actually had a conversation. Right now, it’s like she’s in limbo and she’s not sure how she feels about that yet.

When Brittany arrives at McKinley High an hour or so later, Santana’s just pulling into the Senior parking lot. The quarterback lingers by her car as she watches Santana get out of hers. It’s crazy how much she’s drawn to her but it has always been like that. The only difference now is that she knows what Santana’s lips feel like on her skin and how much she loves kissing her.

There’s also Santana’s habit of looking super hot while doing the most ordinary things – for example, putting on her bookbag. She’s just gorgeous, simple as that, and Brittany can’t help but to be easily distracted by her.

“Mornin’,” Santana says casually as she walks past Brittany before taking sip of her coffee.

Leave it to Santana to make a pit stop at the Lima Bean before class, but she’s as pretty as ever in her Cheerios uniform. Even her voice has a little bit of a rasp to it and it just reminds Brittany of how long they stayed up the night before talking to each other.

Brittany kind of wants to kiss her again.

Santana’s steps slow when Brittany only stares blankly, “Earth to Pierce?”

“Sorry! Good morning,” Brittany finally answers as she blinks back into reality.

“You still waking up or something?” Santana jokes as she takes another sip.

“I guess,” Brittany answers shyly, “I was up late.”

Santana just smirks before continuing to walk towards the building. Brittany quickly closes her car door and rushes to catch up to her.

When Brittany joins her again, Santana gives the blonde a once over and quirks a brow, “You not bringing your bookbag today?”

“Huh?” Brittany looks around and blushes again before going back to her car for her bag. She started off the morning doing so well, but maybe she’s going to pay for the lack of sleep after all?

By lunch, Brittany’s a lot more coherent. She sits at her usual table with Kurt, Mercedes and Tina and she can hear them going on about some Glee Club drama which would usually interest her since she’s not involved in any way but she finds herself getting lost in her thoughts.

There’s a ton going through her head: an upcoming history test, Santana, finishing her English paper, Santana, getting ready for the last two games of the regular season, Santana.

With it being so late in the football season, she really should be focused on the playoffs but this past weekend has really thrown her for a loop. She has dated before – twice and none of them lasted more than a few months – but none of her past partners ever consumed her attention like this.

“How was your weekend, Britt?” Kurt asks with a nudge to Brittany’s shoulder, “Did you end up going to Puck’s party?”

“Yeah, you’ve got to tell us how that happened,” Tina says with a gesture to Brittany’s nose.

“I can cover that up by the way,” Kurt adds.

Brittany smiles, “It’s cool, I accidentally got…headbutted. It’s not the worst that’s happened.”

“It looks like it hurts like hell,” Mercedes says with a chuckle.

Brittany only shrugs, “I don’t even notice it. But yeah, I did go to the party. It was a lot of fun. Missed seeing you there though, Kurt.”

Kurt shakes his head, “Yeah, I think I would’ve rather gone to Puck’s than Rachel Berry’s Halloween House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza.”

“That’s a mouthful,” Brittany comments as she picks at her lunch, “Not a good time?”

“Endless drama,” Mercedes answers, “Even I was a little annoyed by it.”

“That sucks,” Brittany frowns just as Santana and Quinn enter the cafeteria.

It’s like her whole world stops.

Brittany glances their way as they walk by just in time to see Santana eye her up and down. The blonde just barely catches the wink she sends before she and Quinn continue on towards their table.

Surprisingly, the rest of the table was totally oblivious to their exchange. Seems like Quinn was too. Brittany has to bite her cheek to keep from smiling too widely, she doesn’t need Kurt and Mercedes prying again.

Instead, she goes back to listening to the breakdown of whatever drama took place at Rachel’s. She nods and responds whenever necessary, but she isn’t too invested in the story. She’s too busy glancing Santana’s way every so often just to check if she was looking too.

Santana always was.

By the final class of the day, Brittany swears she can feel the tension between them. She can’t quite put her finger on the kind of tension it is, but it makes her feel hyper aware whenever Santana is around. Anytime the Co-Captain glances her way or their hands accidentally touch, it’s like a thousand alarms go off in Brittany’s head.

What they’re alerting her of, she has no idea.

They look at each other like they have this shared secret and they’re both just dying to blurt it out. Brittany guesses that’s sort of true. She of course hasn’t told anyone about what happened when she and Santana left Puck’s party, but that’s because she isn’t really close to anyone. Kurt and Mercedes’ reaction to her friendship with Santana really put her off of telling them anything so she keeps most things to herself now.

But Santana?

Brittany wonders if she told Quinn anything or if she’s keeping this under wraps too. With the way news travels at this school, she doubts Santana would be the first to say anything to anyone. She can understand Santana wanting privacy after everything she has been through though.

So Brittany continues to listen to Ms. Holliday’s lesson and tries her hardest to focus on notetaking and not Santana, no matter how close her pinky is to Brittany’s. If she wanted to, she could link them together and it would kind of be like holding hands.

“You going to practice early today?” Santana asks in a hushed voice. She doesn’t even look up as she continues to write.

Brittany wasn’t planning on it but the question makes her curious so she lies, “Yeah, why?”

Santana just lifts her shoulder casually, “Just wondering.”

Brittany can see a hint of smirk and that makes her even more curious.

It’s just after the final bell of the day and Santana and Brittany have gone their separate ways.

Brittany’s heading to her locker while Santana goes off in the opposite direction. It confuses her because they usually walk together to their lockers and Santana didn’t say she had to be somewhere else after class, but Brittany doesn’t think too much about. She just heads down the hall to her locker to put the last of her books away before making her way towards the gym

Santana’s secrecy all makes sense when Brittany finds her waiting in the empty locker room. She barely gets a word out before Santana’s pushing her gently against the wall of lockers and kissing her silly.

It takes Brittany completely by surprise but it also feels like a sigh of relief. She didn’t realize she had been waiting for this to happen all day and now that it has, it’s like she’s back on Cloud 9.

“God, I’ve been waiting so long to do that again,” Santana mumbles against Brittany’s lips just as she starts to pull back.

Brittany’s still a little dazed and it doesn’t help when Santana licks her lips, but she drops her bookbag on the bench behind Santana and pulls her back in. She hears the surprised whimper Santana lets out and it only makes her smirk as she deepens the kiss.

How she managed to go this long without knowing what it’s like to kiss Santana is beyond her. It’s probably one of the best feelings in the world and Brittany’s so happy that she’s able to do this now.

“What’s the time?” Santana breathes out as her hands tug at the sides of Brittany’s sweater.

Brittany shrugs, “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

Santana chuckles as Brittany grabs her ass, “The squad will be in here soon.”

“Not if we lock the door.”

“Quinn has a key,” Santana says and Brittany can just barely hear the urgency start to come through in her tone, even if her hands are diving beneath Brittany’s top.

“Then we should probably stop,” Brittany mumbles but doesn’t make a move to do so. Santana’s hands feel too good on her skin and really…she does need help getting undressed. After all, she’s here to get ready for football practice.

“We probably should.”

They’re quick to realize that neither of them are moving away.

If anything, they’re pulling each other closer. Santana’s nearly got Brittany’s top off and Brittany’s fingers are hooked into the waistband of Santana’s Cheerio skirt. Where this is all going is a mystery to Brittany, but it’s a dangerous game they’re playing. Someone could walk in at any moment and catch them in this compromising position.

When she feels Santana’s fingers play at the clasp of Brittany’s bra, Brittany feels her senses heighten. It makes her think, what are they doing? It’s like their lust for each other has gone on a joyride and they’re just acting completely on that rather than using their heads.

What’s worse though is that Brittany isn’t all that against it. They’re living in the moment and who is she to stop that, right?

Suddenly the locker room door starts to creak open and voices can be heard on the other side.

Brittany doesn’t miss the way Santana stiffens before she’s putting as much distance as she can between them. There’s a blush covering her face and she looks a little wide-eyed as she glances from the group of girls entering the room before looking back at Brittany.

The group doesn’t notice them as they head to the Cheerios’ side of the room and Brittany watches as Santana slumps against the opposite wall of lockers in relief. In this area, they’re hidden from their sight so Brittany climbs over the bench separating them.

“That was a close one,” She says jokingly.

The worry in Santana’s brow fades, “Just as it was getting good too.”

Brittany laughs at that, glad to see Santana’s sense of humor is still intact. She was a little worried for a moment there.

“Go get ready,” Brittany tells her. If Santana lingers this close any longer, she might just make her miss practice.

Santana nods though and Brittany takes a seat on the bench to get to work untying her shoelaces. Just before Santana goes though, she bends down to press a quick kiss to Brittany’s cheek. Again, it’s unexpected and sweet.

“Have a good practice,” She says.

Brittany can only smile as she watches Santana turn, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Yeah, Brittany can totally get used to this.

Brittany and Santana keep up their secret meetings for two whole weeks.

It doesn’t only take place in the locker room before practice and after games won though. Sometimes it happens in the backseat of Santana’s car in the parking lot at Elliott’s, sometimes it’s in the backseat of Brittany’s. Sometimes it happens on the park bench by the pond around dusk when all the kids have gone home for the night. Sometimes it happens on Brittany’s couch when her mom is at work and Pete’s with her grandparents.

They have been making out behind – and up against – all of these closed doors and sometimes it gets heated. There have been more times than not lately that Brittany’s found Santana tugging on her waistband and even Brittany’s guilty of trying to take of Santana’s bra.

It’s an exhilarating feeling – to have these moments with Santana with this underlying fear of getting caught. It’s almost like a game to see how far they can get before they have to stop, but as much as Brittany loves a challenge she’s also starting to want more.

Not more as in wanting to take things to the next level – although she really wouldn’t mind that either – but more as in wanting to do things without having to hide. It doesn’t always have to be a steamy make out session, sometimes Brittany just wants to do simple things too.

Just the other day at school, Brittany tried holding Santana’s hand in the hall but Santana was so smooth in evading her. Brittany figured it might’ve been a coincidence; maybe Santana needed both hands to carry her books but a little piece of her didn’t think that was so true.

It wasn’t until a few days later that Brittany tried it again and noticed Santana do the same exact thing. It wasn’t a coincidence, Santana was purposely avoiding holding Brittany’s hand.

But Brittany wanted to be sure. After all, it was a pretty big accusation because why wouldn’t Santana want to hold her hand in public? It’s not the riskiest thing they’ve ever done.

Brittany starts to get creative in trying to lure Santana away from being so secretive, but it doesn’t work too well in her favor. In fact, it does nothing but confuse Brittany even more.

Santana doesn’t want to hold her hand, fine. But apparently, linking pinkies is okay?

They can make out all over the locker room and sometimes behind the bleachers, but Brittany can’t kiss her in the hallway?

At first, it was an innocent mystery that Brittany wanted to solve but the longer it went on the less fun she started to have. Santana was afraid and Brittany could understand why she would be after every thing that has happened to her, but it was becoming the giant gay elephant in the room. Brittany found herself coming up with more and more questions, but only one stood out the most.

What were they doing?

Later that week, Brittany tried her luck in getting an answer.

It was Thursday so that meant the last football practice of the week. It also meant Brittany coming into the locker room earlier so that she could put in extra work on the field, but lately Santana occupied most of that time.

Brittany had on her padded girdle and dry-fit tights already by the time Santana wandered into the locker room.

“Look at you already dressed,” Santana husks as she moves closer to Brittany’s side of the locker room.

“Almost,” Brittany nods before turning to get her shoulder pads on.

She figures the more gear she has on, the less of a chance she’ll be distracted by Santana’s sweet lady kisses. Her shoulder pads are kind of her last line of defense so she’s quick to get them on – so quick in fact that she forgets to put her practice jersey on them first.

Santana takes a seat on the bench and watches Brittany work. There’s that familiar glimmer in her eye as she watches Brittany’s fingers move to get the clasps in place. The look makes Brittany feel hot all over. She keeps her eyes focused on the task at hand though, certain that if she were to glance Santana’s way they might get wrapped up in each other yet again.

Brittany gives the pads a hard tug once everything’s secure and it isn’t until then that she realizes she forgot about the jersey. She can get it on herself, but it’s probably the hardest thing in the world to do once your pads are already on because it kind of becomes a two-person job.

She’s going to need help and lucky for her, Santana is probably all too willing.

Brittany bites her lip as she holds the jersey in her hand, contemplating whether or not she should struggle in silence or just risk the wonderful consequences of asking for help. She’s in the middle of weighing out the pros and cons when she sees Santana stand from the corner of her eye.

“You need a hand with that?”

The pads hide how Brittany’s shoulders ease at the question. She’s nodding before fully thinking it through.

“I just need help getting it over the shoulders,” Brittany says as she pulls the jersey over her head, “I can do the rest.”

“Okay,” Santana gestures to the bench, “Sit.”

Brittany does as she’s told and tries to keep her breathing even as Santana stands in the space between her legs. She’s not sure what it was about the way Santana commanded her, but memories of the night at Puck’s come rushing back. They clog up her brain while Santana wears a coy smile, doing her best to work the jersey over the pads one by one.

It’s a little overwhelming for Brittany to have her standing so close, that she almost forgets what she was meant to be asking her today. There are things, important things that need clearing up and it doesn’t seem like Santana is in a rush to address them which means Brittany has to.

But it’s kind of hard to think straight with Santana’s boobs practically in her face.

“You know, these uniforms never really did it for me. Just reminds me of dumb, sweaty boys,” Santana mumbles as she gets the jersey over the final pad, “But on you? God, you look really hot.”

Brittany bites her lip and she can already feel herself wavering under Santana’s heated gaze as she eyes her up and down. Maybe she should quickly put on her helmet? That would definitely keep her from getting swept up in Santana. You can’t make out with anyone through a face mask.

Brittany’s too slow to move before Santana’s bending down to plant a wet kiss on Brittany’s lips. It’s always the same feeling – a sigh of relief – and Brittany just breathes her in. She revels in how the kiss makes her feel like she’s soaring through clouds of cotton candy. She can’t imagine doing this with anyone else anymore and that thought surprises her.

If she doesn’t want this with anyone else, Santana has to know that because maybe she feels the same way too? Maybe the way Brittany feels about her is enough to show Santana that they can be more than just this…if she wants.

That’s the big question though, isn’t it? Maybe that’s why Brittany’s been dragging her feet a little? What if Santana’s perfectly fine with how things are right now? What if she doesn’t want to be anymore than this?

Brittany just has to know. For just a little longer, Brittany continues the kiss before she starts to pull away.

“We should probably talk…”

Santana’s kissing along her jaw now instead, “About?”

Brittany swallows roughly, momentarily distracted by the feel of Santana’s lips, “That feels so good.”

“Mhmm.”

Brittany tries valiantly to focus although her hands slide up Santana’s thighs and settle on her hips. Santana shed her track pants at some point so all Brittany feels is her soft skin and that feels so good too.

“We should talk about this,” Brittany says.

“About me kissing you?” Santana smirks against Brittany’s pulse point before pressing a kiss there. Brittany has to bite back a moan as Santana’s lips brushing against a sensitive spot.

The blonde shakes her head though, “What are we doing?”

“I’m getting my mack on.”

Brittany wants to laugh at that because who says getting my mack on anymore, but Santana’s kissing just near Brittany’s ear and concentrating starts to become a losing battle. Santana’s whispering sweet nothings about how sexy she looks in tights and how badly she wants to make her feel good and Brittany feels like she’s wrapped around her finger now.

“Santana,” Brittany tries to pull herself from the daze but the way the name falls from her lips sounds more like a whimper and it eggs the Co-Captain on even more.

“I love when you say my name like that,” Santana husks before nipping at Brittany’s earlobe.

Brittany’s heart is racing a mile a minute. She grips at Santana’s Cheerios jacket like it’s going to keep her from ripping it off of the brunette. She’s slipping, but she has to try once more.

“Santana…”

“Mhmm?”

“Seriously,” Brittany says. She tries to sound a little firmer but her voice wavers, “We should talk.”

“Why do we need to do that?” Santana rasps as she lifts one leg to straddle Brittany’s thigh, “Kissing you is so much better.”

Brittany gulps at the way Santana presses into her. She kind of has a point.

It’s the biggest mistake when Brittany’s hands fall to rest on Santana’s thighs, “I know but…talking.”

Santana leans in again to continue kissing along Brittany’s jaw, “What about it?”

“It’s good,” Brittany feels herself shiver and she doesn’t quite know if she’s talking about talking or Santana.

“This is good too, right?” Santana says in that sultry, sexy tone of hers.

It’s all it takes before Brittany’s abandoning her efforts and pulling Santana to straddle her completely. She’ll just have another go at this some other day, because clearly neither of them are in the right state of mind for a serious conversation.

Maybe next time she’ll put her helmet and mouthguard on first?

“Tomorrow’s a big day Titans,” Coach Beiste says as everyone takes a knee in front of her, “It’s the first game of the Playoffs.”

The team cheers loudly at that, rowdier than ever although everyone is exhausted from such an intense practice. It’s a different kind of energy than usual and the players soak it up.

Brittany watches her teammates with this proud grin on her face. The past two weeks have breezed by but she’s happy with how they’ve ended the regular season. It’s been one of the toughest ones she has ever played with so many obstacles to overcome but the fact that the Titans are ending the regular season 11-1 is something no one saw coming.

Brittany feels such a sense of pride knowing she had a hand in getting them there, even if it took a little longer than she’d like to get everyone on board with her. She hasn’t had an incident with Karofsky and Azimio in awhile, but that doesn’t mean she’s out of the woods just yet.

Coach Beiste smiles before getting the team to settle down.

“I know. It’s exciting stuff and everyone has worked their asses off this season. I’m proud of how far we’ve come as a team,” Coach continues as she looks around at the squad, “But we aren’t done yet. There are two Playoff games this year and if we can manage it, we’ll be meeting Carmel High in the Championships.”

“That hasn’t happened in years!” Finn gasps.

“Man, I can’t wait to kick their asses,” Puck follows, “They’ve had it coming for so long.”

Brittany smirks at the two, “We’re totally going to win this thing.”

“I want everyone to stay focused. Put in the work and we’ll get there,” Coach tells everyone, “We need to be a well-oiled machine from now on. It’s football and school, nothing else. No partying, no girls, no boys, no outside interferences.”

Brittany knows Coach is talking to everyone in general, but her words resonate with her the most considering how her personal life has been lately.

“She’s talking to you, Stud,” Puck jokes with a nudge to Brittany’s arm.

He wags his eyebrows at her but Brittany isn’t sure what he’s hinting at. What could he possibly know? He’s either just being funny or he really does know something, Brittany isn’t sure. She just shakes her head at him before turning back to the Coach.

“We’re getting to the Championships and we’re going to win this school that trophy,” Coach goes on, “Understood?”

There’s a sea of Yes Coach! but Brittany stares blankly at the turf. She needs to figure out this thing with Santana before it’s too late.

By Monday, Brittany’s nearly hit her breaking point.

With Thanksgiving in just a few days, it’s a shorter school week. Wednesday is a half-day for the students, but for the Titans, it’s Game Day and the buzz around it is unimaginable. A win could put them in position to go up against their long time rival, Carmel High, and the Titans are as motivated as ever to make that happen.

It’s a ton of pressure on Brittany which she usually works well with if it were the only thing on her mind. But it’s not, it hasn’t been for weeks now and she knows that isn’t fair to her team. She needs to give them everything she’s got, but she can’t do that when Santana’s the one that is unknowingly wielding most of her.

With winning their first Playoff game last Friday – successfully ending the McKinley High Playoff drought – the next game is even more important. This game might determine the futures for a lot of Seniors on the team, maybe even her own and she needs to focus on that like Coach Beiste said.

If only it were that easy.

She was never good at keeping secrets and what she and Santana have been doing since Puck’s party felt like the biggest secret she ever had. At first it was fine, maybe even kind of fun, but now? She feels so conflicted; loving her time spent with Santana in private but wanting more for them.

She likes Santana, that’s obvious to her now but it’s not very useful when it comes to breaching the topic about what they’re doing. Especially when it seems that every time Brittany has tried to bring it up, Santana either deflects or distracts her with sweet lady kisses.

Brittany decides she’s going to bring it up today. No more dragging this out any longer, for both of their sakes she just has to get this off of her chest already.

And she’s not going to let Santana wiggle her way out of it this time, Brittany’s finally going to get some answers. All she needs to do is get through the remainder of her school day before she can try to figure out what’s going on between them.

Brittany’s on her way to Ms. Holliday’s class when she spots Santana and Puck talking heatedly across the hall. She’s not sure what they’re saying, but Santana looks annoyed and Puck looks how he always does – cocky and a little mischievous. It makes Brittany feel uneasy but as she approaches, they go their separate without even noticing her.

Once she gets to class, she finds Santana getting out her materials. They share a simple greeting like always before sitting down to get started on the class warm up. Brittany can’t help but glance to her side when Santana doesn’t automatically offer to do the work together.

There’s this crease between her brows like she’s in deep thought. Brittany knows it can’t be the warm-up because Santana never fails to breeze right through it. This is bigger and it worries Brittany the longer she watches.

“Is everything okay?” Brittany asks timidly.

Santana doesn’t bothering looking her way as she answers.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Brittany looks from Santana’s profile to her left hand and frowns.

“You’re doing the work with an eyeliner pencil.”

Santana snaps out of it and glances down at her work, “Shit. I just bought this too.”

Brittany continues to watch Santana rummage through her pencil case for an actual writing utensil. She seems off and Brittany wonders why she won’t just tell her what’s going on.

“You sure you’re alright?” Brittany tries once more, “You looked kind of…upset when I saw you talking with Puck.”

Santana shakes her head and continues to avoid Brittany’s gaze, “It’s fine. He was just being an annoying asshole. Nothing new there.”

“Oh,” Brittany gnaws on her bottom lip and looks to her work, “What were you guys talking about?”

“Just something JBI said on his stupid show,” Santana shrugs, “It was nothing. Like I said, Puck was just being a pain.”

Brittany stiffens, “What did JBI say?”

Her imagination goes into overdrive and she starts come up with her own answers. Have they been caught somewhere? They’ve been super careful but things still happen. Now Puck’s comment at practice starts to make a little sense, but she hasn’t heard anything, so maybe it’s only about Santana? She has no idea.

“It doesn’t matter,” Santana sighs, “It wasn’t true anyway. Puck just wanted to confirm or deny.”

The way Santana’s being so dismissive about this doesn’t sit well with Brittany. She knows that Santana harbors things, she’s still yet to tell her how the fight started those weeks ago too. And Brittany can’t force her into talking, she can only make her comfortable enough to say it on her own.

“You’d let me know if he was bothering you, right? Especially Puck,” Brittany asks, “If someone on my team isn’t being cool, I can deal with them. It’s part of my Team Captain duties.”

Finally, Santana looks her way.

There’s this smitten little smile on her face as she softens. Brittany’s never seen her look at her quite like that before, that might be her favorite kind of Santana-smile yet.

“You’re sweet.”

Brittany continues to look warily at her though and it has Santana sighing before she reaches over to cover the top of Brittany’s hand with hers.

“It’s okay,” Santana tells her earnestly, “I promise you.”

Brittany glances down at their hands then back up at warm brown eyes. The touch is soft and sure; Brittany hopes Santana keeps her hand there forever. She can do nothing but relent.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Santana smiles once more before nodding to the warm-up, “Do you want to work on this together?”

Brittany beams at her, “Yeah!”

They fall into their usual routine of working together; Santana lets Brittany take the lead and only coaxes her in the right direction if she’s heading the wrong way just like she does during their tutoring sessions. Santana never makes Brittany feel less than for her mistakes and that’s one of the best things about how well they work together.

“So, are…you going to practice early again today?” Santana asks awhile later.

Brittany knows what that’s code for and smirks, “Yeah.”

“Do you…need help warming up?”

She knows what she should say to Santana but something has her hesitating on an answer. Maybe if she plays her cards right, she can do both? Talk and – as Santana would say – get her mack on?

“Always,” Brittany finally says.

When the final bell of the day rings out, it feels like she’s off to the races. With Titans’ practice starting at 4 and Cheerios’ practice starting at 3:30, there’s only about 20 minutes of alone time with Santana.

It’s not really a conversation she wanted to rush through, but she rather at least get it started before practice than to continue dragging it out. So Brittany gets to the locker room early and heads over to get changed like always.

And like always, Santana wanders in a few minutes later.

“Need help with your jersey?” She flirts but Brittany remembers this time to put them on her pads first.

“It’s okay,” Brittany says instead as she works to get the jersey on her pads, “I was wondering if we could maybe talk instead?”

Santana’s smile falters as she rests against the far side of the lockers, “Again with the talking…”

Brittany’s taken aback by Santana’s annoyed tone, “Sorry if I want to know what we are.”

“We’re friends. Friends who talk with their tongues super close.”

Brittany rolls her eyes, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make this into a friends with benefits situation,” Brittany replies, “What you said at Puck’s would suggest differently.”

Santana crosses her arms, “What did I say?”

“That there’s more to this,” Brittany answers, “There’s more to us that just friends who talk with their tongues super close or whatever you’re wanting to call it.”

Santana shrinks in on herself. She looks like she’ll run if Brittany pushes any further, but they have to do this now. No more avoiding the obvious.

Brittany softens at her silence, “I know you had a hard time last year and this is new to you but we can’t keep skirting around this. Ignoring the problem isn’t going to make it go away. You and I, we deserve more than sneaking around. We could be a – ”

“Look,” Santana replies, “I’m not here for anything serious.”

Brittany feels like she’s just been punched in the gut, “What?”

“I thought you knew that?”

Brittany feels blindsided, “How could I possibly know that, Santana? You haven’t said anything. You refuse to talk about this, about your feelings.”

Santana just shrugs and looks away, “Maybe because I don’t have them?”

Brittany’s never been more confused in her life.

Santana is blatantly lying to her face but Brittany can’t understand why. What’s the point of pretending she feels nothing? If anything, it makes Brittany’s heart clench in the most uncomfortable way. She’s patient and she’s kind, but she can’t put her heart on the line for someone who won’t do the same.

What’s crazy is that she knows Santana would do the same. She’s seen her do it before, so what’s with the sudden change of heart? Brittany’s been nothing but understanding thus far, but this? She can’t comprehend Santana’s motive or reasoning other than her being an idiot – and she doesn’t throw that word around too often.

“I don’t do the whole feelings thing,” Santana adds.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore then if that’s the case,” Brittany says and it surprises them both. She watches Santana’s eyes widen and the quick flash of what looks like regret or guilt. Brittany’s reading her like a book, but just when she thinks she has Santana figured out she goes and says the complete opposite.

“Why do we have to label this?” Santana replies. There’s just a hint of desperation in her voice, “Why do we have to be anything other than us? I thought we were having fun? Why ruin that by complicating it with feelings?”

“Because with feelings it’s better,” Brittany says simply, “I can’t do this any other way, Santana. That’s just not me and I didn’t think that was you either.”

Santana looks like her world just came crashing down and Brittany feels the exact same. She remembers one of her dad’s old sayings after laughter comes tears and she never really understood that until right now. All their good times over the past couple of weeks was just building them up for this reality check.

Santana isn’t ready and Brittany’s not sure when she will be.

A piece of the quarterback wishes she would’ve held out a little longer – had more time to enjoy things while they were still simple – before it came to this. She knows deep down it was the right decision though. There’s no point in continuing if there’s nothing more for her here.

Santana continues to stand there silently with this anguished look on her face.

It takes everything in Brittany to resist the urge to reach out and comfort her, but what good would that do? Apparently Santana doesn’t have any feelings so really it would be a waste of her time.

“I need to finish getting ready for practice,” Brittany says. She clears her throat when her voice cracks, “I need to focus on football. I have a team counting on me and I can’t be distracted by all of this if there’s nothing for me here.”

Santana looks up at her through her lashes and Brittany’s surprised to see her eyes tinging red. It has her reaching out before she can stop herself.

“I’m sorry,” Brittany tries but Santana dodges her hand.

It stings but she gets it.

Santana only lifts her chin before walking to her side of the locker room to get ready for practice too. Brittany only swallows back the lump in her throat and continues to get dressed.

It’s hard for her to see the good in all of this, but she knows it’s there – somewhere.

The following day, practices ends a little earlier than usual but Brittany invites Mike and Sam to the park near her house to practice running plays. Every extra bit of practice helps but more importantly, it acts as a little bit of a distraction from Santana.

Her final class of the day dragged on and the tension she felt between them was unbearable. Santana didn’t even look at her once, but Brittany couldn’t find the nerve to glance her way either. She knows Santana’s hurting, she is too, but she can’t go back on her word.

Pete tags along with Brittan to the park too, always excited to watch the Titans play.

Once they get to the park, Sam tosses the ball in Pete’s direction. He makes the catch and spikes the ball on the ground before doing his own version of a celebration dance.

Brittany giggles along with Mike while Sam cheers him on.

“Nice catch, Pete!”

“Skill must run in the family,” Mike jokes.

“It’s a Pierce thing,” Brittany chuckles, “Isn’t that right, Petey?”

Pete rushes up to give her a high five before throwing the ball back to Sam. He calls out to him to throw it again and Sam obliges. Brittany and Mike watch the two from side and cheer for Pete when he makes the catch again.

“He’s really good,” Mike notes.

“Like I said, it’s a Pierce thing.”

“I see,” Mike chuckles before suddenly looking a little nervous, “So uh…how’s things going with Santana?”

The question surprises Brittany as she raises a brow at him, “Random.”

“What?” Mike tries to look casual, “I’m just asking. You know, a little receiver/QB chit-chat?”

That makes Brittany laugh, “Right. This has nothing to do with Quinn putting you up to ask?”

“What?” Mike sputters, “No way…”

Brittany shakes her head, “Why doesn’t she go talk to Santana herself? Aren’t they best friends?”

“She isn’t getting much out of her,” Mike shrugs.

Brittany finds that really interesting.

She would’ve figured Quinn of all people would know what’s going on. It must be frustrating for her if she’s making Mike do her dirty work, but it isn’t Brittany’s place. Whatever Santana has or hasn’t said to Quinn isn’t any of her business and she isn’t going to add to the rumor mill.

Even if they’ve hurt each other, Brittany still cares about Santana and she would never do anything to jeopardize her trust.

“Well, her guess is as good as mine,” Brittany answers before jogging over to Sam and Pete.

#lost in the lights #brittana #brittana fanfiction #QB!Britt

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⊱ Forget Me Not (10/15) ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: After you wake up from a coma and realize that your memories from the last five years have been erased, Keanu works to bring back what you have lost.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex and cheating

A/N: It’s shorter than usual but it sets up the next chapter 👀

Also, huuuuuge thanks to @ficsnroses for reading this over as well as being super supportive when I was having a mini meltdown while writing this :)) !!

Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

Part 9

Eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the blinding daylight, Keanu almost didn’t recognize the white ceiling above. Gaze fixed on the crown molding, there was a small, yet discernable patch of grey in one corner, a soreness to his eyes. A light chuckle then escaped him, remembering when he repainted the room a year ago and had accidentally left the mark up there. He had promised to fix it, several times actually, but life got so hectic that he eventually forgot, and it was left neglected to this day.

Surrounded by the dark blue duvet he’d received as part of a house-warming gift years ago, the last time Keanu slept on this heavenly cloud of a mattress was the night you came home from the hospital. He’d gotten quite used to the smaller bed in the guest room, and waking up in this one was nearly unfamiliar to him. Shifting slightly, he stopped abruptly when he heard a soft moan to his left, feeling the warmth of another body pressed against him moving before the sheets settled again.

Turning to lie on his back, a sigh fell from Keanu’s lips at the sight of you curled up and facing the other wall. You were still in deep-sleep with one hand under your cheek, your hair spilled over the pillow, and your bare skin set aglow by the midday sun. The blankets barely covered your nude body from his eyes, and even after five years, it never failed to take his breath away.

You were beautiful, simply stunning, and utterly mesmerizing. Only a fool would choose to glance the other way when it came to you.

Mind drifting back to the night prior, the corners of Keanu’s mouth curled upwards into a soft smile. He thought about the tender way the two of you made love for hours, only falling asleep when dawn finally crept up, painting the skies outside a rosy hue. It was sweet and gentle, and Keanu hoped it was special for you, knowing it would be your first time with him. Though it had been an impulsive decision on his part, his heart swelled at the image of you experiencing pure bliss, something he had painfully longed to see again after months without doing so.

Waking up next to you felt like a dream to him, a place of endless peace and tranquility, one where the weight of his faults amounted next to nothing. For a moment, Keanu wished that it could stay this way; no guilt, secrets, and lies. Just you and him, home in your own perfect haven where the ugly past neither mattered nor existed. If he could, he would stay wrapped up in your arms forever, relishing the warmth and love he once took for granted.

But Molly’s ultimatum reminded Keanu that his world would soon fall apart. She had given him seven days to tell you the truth. Well, six now after he lost his chance last night. Even though that was generous of her, it wasn’t enough time for him to say goodbye. By this time next week, whether it be through Keanu or Molly, you would know of everything. Your heart had been broken too many times in past relationships, and he was sure that you would never forgive him for doing the same.

Keanu’s wandering thoughts ceased when you stirred awake beside him, letting out a yawn as you stretched out your limbs. Your eyes opened slowly, and after blinking a few times, you glanced at him with a tired yet bright and shining smile. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his bare chest, your fingers lightly skimming over the expanse, lazily drawing circles on his skin. His arm quickly came around your shoulders, pulling you close before gingerly kissing your temple then burying his nose into your hair.

“Good morning,” you mumbled softly, looking up at Keanu with your sparkling eyes.

“It’s the afternoon, baby,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep yet filled with affection. “We slept through half the day already.”

“Well, we did have a very late night. It’s pretty understandable, don’t you think?” You giggled sweetly, nuzzling deeper into Keanu’s side. “So, about last night…”

He saw you bite your bottom lip, your gaze falling as if you’re pondering what to say next. A breath hitched in his throat as he silently studied your features. Keanu has never had someone so precious encased in his arms. Even with your hair mussed and eyes bleary, he still adored your natural state of beauty greatly.

“What about last night?” He questioned, genuinely curious.

A smile broke through your lips as you glanced back up at him. “It was perfect. I don’t know what else to say other than it was perfect. You are perfect.”

“I’m glad that you think so,” Keanu simply returned, slightly chuckling at the end as he craned his neck down to kiss you. “You’re perfect, too. So beautiful, and you feel so good.”

He couldn’t help himself. Keanu softly nudged you to lie back while he hovered above you, kissing a path down the column of your neck. He released a small groan when your nimble fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair, tugging them gently as your body arched upwards. You were craving more, and Keanu was willing to give you his all, realizing this would be one of the final instances that he could.

For a brief second, you stared deeply into his eyes, and that’s when he noticed the tears shimmering in them.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, purely concerned as he watched you quickly wipe away the wetness.

“Nothing,” you brushed off, your words coming out as a broken whisper. Keanu looked at you solemnly, placing his hand on one side of your face and stroking your cheekbone delicately with his thumb.

He hated seeing you cry.

“Y/N…”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad,” you finally reveal with a shake of your head and a tender smile. “I’m crying because this is everything that I’ve wanted. After Eric, I really believed that I would never find someone who loves me the way you do. I didn’t even think I could ever trust another person with my heart again, but then you came into my life.”

Keanu remained quiet, his body still on top of yours, but he held his weight with his elbows. His curtain of hair hid the sorrow and pain in his eyes until you reached up, brushing back the locks away from his face. He knew all about Eric and the emotional harm he had done to you, especially during the last few months of your relationship. He swore he would never hurt you the way Eric had, but he did.

“When I caught him with that woman the first time, it made me feel like I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, or smart enough. I wasn’t enough for him that he strayed away, and found somebody else better than me. And for a while, I thought it was my fault. I loved him too much to let him go, even though I was blaming myself for things that I shouldn’t have had.”

“You’re more than enough, darling,” Keanu intoned softly, intertwining his hand with yours and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. “He didn’t deserve you.”

Neither did he.

“I realize that later on when I left, but the pain didn’t disappear until you showed up,” you added, sighing. “It’s only been months since I’ve known you Ke, or at least, that’s how it seems like because of the amnesia. But you make me feel like I’m everything. You make me feel so loved and so beautiful…”

Gently, you pushed Keanu to lie down before swinging one leg over to straddle his hips. He started to notice the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a wave of regret washing over him after hearing your words. You trusted him, loved him, saw him as the man you dreamed and longed for when in reality, he’s not.

Not anymore.

“If I end up not gaining my memories back,” you murmured as your mouth ghosted over his jaw, teasingly, “I’ll be content with the ones I already have with you.”

This time, it was Keanu trying to fight back his own tears. He’d deeply miss these intimate moments shared only between the two of you. He’d miss the softness of your lips and the warmth of your breath against his skin. He’d miss the sound of your voice, the way your laugh instantly brightens up the room and how your breathless moans made him feel desirable. He’d miss every curve of your body and every perfect imperfection on your skin. He’d miss hearing his name slip through your lips as you cry out in pleasure with him holding you close.

The end was drawing near, and nothing would ever prepare him enough for that moment. Six more days, and it’s over.

He would then miss it all.

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��Y/N? Hello?”

You jolted slightly in your seat, seeing Molly waving her hand in front of your face to grab your attention. In the midst of your weekend brunch, you had gotten lost in your thoughts that were mainly of Keanu. Truth be told, you were lovestruck by him, even more so after the night you finally made love. Memories of it often flooded your mind, reminding you of how caring and attentive Keanu was, and how amazing it all felt being with him.

You never knew love could feel like this.

“Sorry,” you spoke once you snapped out of your daydreaming, which has lately become a regular occurrence. “What were you saying?”

Molly chuckled, shaking her head. “I was asking how work was going.”

“It’s going great, actually,” you beamed excitedly. “We’re prepping for that big fashion shoot in Japan next month. I’m still nervous about going, but it’s one of those opportunities that I’d be crazy to pass up.”

“Well, you should definitely go. Not only is it a great addition to your portfolio, it’ll also be a nice sightseeing trip, too,” Molly encouraged. “I’ve been to Japan a couple of times for work and let me tell you, it’s absolutely gorgeous there. From the culture to the food, I wish I could go back and experience it all over again.”

“I was actually thinking of asking Keanu if he wanted to go with me,” you shared, a soft smile appearing on your face. “I figured it’d be a fun trip for the two of us and escape LA for a little while. As far as I know, he doesn’t have anything important scheduled during that time. Plus, he’s going to be busy doing a movie next year, and we want to spend as much time together before that happens.”

Molly’s grin fell, her mouth pulling into a tight line. “I mean, it’s up to you if you want to invite him or not.”

Your brows furrowed at the strange shift in her demeanor. “Yeah, I’ll talk to Ke when I get home later.”

“How is he, though?” Molly inquired. You noticed very recently how tense she got every time you mentioned Keanu, and at this point, it was becoming worrisome. Did she know something that you didn’t?

“He’s good. Honestly, he’s doing great—we’re doing great.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Y/N. Truly.”

You reached for the glass of water on the table, taking a few quick sips before sighing. “I told Ke I love him.”

Molly’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, and you heard a short gasp. “You did?”

“Yes,” you confirmed with a single nod. “I told him the night of his birthday, and… and we slept together.”

“Oh,” she could only say, her shoulders dropping, and her blue eyes flickering away from your gaze. “T-That’s… wow. I-I can’t believe he did that.”

“What do you mean?” You probed, cocking your head to the side.

Molly glanced back up at you, her muscles rigid, and the taut expression on her face bringing you concern. “He’s never going to tell you. He can’t let you go.”

Her voice was low and alarming, and you almost didn’t catch it. “Tell me what?”

A sense of dread began to spread as you waited for an answer. Molly swallowed thickly, the air in the small cafe you were seated in felt heavy, and it made you uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of the worse. In fact, you didn’t want to believe that what she had to say could be bad. You had shared the last piece of yourself to Keanu, but with the way your friend was acting, you started doubting your decision.

“Molly, what is it?!”

Salty tears began to prick your eyes the longer you sat there, not knowing. Your heart thumped heavily against your chest as panic continued to gnaw at your guts while your mind did its best to keep you calm.

Keanu was a good person; he could do no wrong. He loved you. He could never hurt you.

But what if he did? What if he did more than what he told you?

“Y/N,” Molly sighed, her hands reaching across the table to hold your clammy ones. “I’m sorry that I have to tell you this, but after what you’ve done, I don’t think Keanu is ever going to come clean.”

“What did he do?” You questioned, feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces. “Please, Molly. Just say it.”

“Keanu’s not the man you think he is...” she stated carefully, scared of your reaction.

The following words coming out of Molly were unbelievable at first. You didn’t want to accept that there was any truth in them. It didn’t seem right that Keanu was capable of doing such a thing, but even though she couldn’t explain in detail what had happened, deep down, you could feel it.

Memories of the timeline before the accident didn’t come back to you, but you remembered something else from the night that changed everything...

Red-hot, searing anger.

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Dark clouds began to fill up the entire sky above LA as the city braced for another storm. Keanu peered through the drapes to see small water droplets falling from above. The rain wasn’t heavy yet, though it still worried him while knowing you could be driving somewhere out there. He had called you just recently and asked if he could pick you up, only to learn that you were already on your way home.

It was Saturday, and usually, the two of you would go out on a date, but because of the poor weather, you decided to have a quiet evening indoors. Keanu had planned to surprise you with a movie night, one of your favorite things to do with him. The tv was already set-up, and the buttered popcorn was cooling off back in the kitchen. All he was waiting for now was you, and you’d be here any minute soon.

Taking a seat on the couch, Keanu then let a deep breath out as he checked the time on his watch, the roaring sound of thunder suddenly disrupting the silence. He could hear the rain starting to pick up, and through the parted curtains, he noticed the trees swaying wildly from the strong winds blowing outside of the house. The scene out there was unsettling, and he could only hope that you make it back safe and sound.

Moments later, the keys jingling outside of the nearby door alerted Keanu of your presence, and he quickly got up from the sofa and unlocked the door for you. Swinging it open, he welcomed you with a relieved smile breaking over his face, which disappeared in a split-second after seeing how you glowered at him.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted light-heartedly, though your expression remained. “I’m happy you got home—”

“Don’t,” you sternly interjected, raising your pointer finger in front of him. “Don’t you dare.”

Keanu watched in trepidation when you pushed passed him and stalked into the house, the rain dripping from your wet clothes pooling at your feet as you lingered in the foyer.

“I-Is everything okay?” He stuttered out, though he already had a feeling of what this could all be.

But how did you find out?

Molly.

“No,” you muttered bitterly. “You know damn well that everything’s not okay.”

“I don’t understand,” Keanu lied, once again feigning ignorance even though there was no point in doing so anymore. “Sweetheart, let’s get you dried off first. You’re shivering, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“Stop it, Keanu. Just drop the act!”

Your chest heaved as you stared at him, letting the tears fall freely down from your eyes. Keanu cautiously approached you, his fear finally unfolding in front of him, and there was no way around it this time.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down…”

“No,” you shot back angrily. “I need you to tell me everything, Keanu. What exactly happened between us?”

Keanu froze, his chest tightening at your simple yet difficult request. He wasn’t ready to do it today, but he had no other choice.

There was no more avoiding, no more lying, and no more hiding.

This was it.

This was the end.

This was the goodbye Keanu dreaded. The long, dreaded goodbye to the woman he loved.

Part 11

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aliciameade · 5 years ago

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“The Great Indoors”

Author: aliciameade Rating: G Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca and Chloe accidentally get locked inside an R.E.I. (An outdoor activities supply store, for those unfamiliar.) Hijinks ensue.

This one goes out to @beyond-bechloe for their generous donation to the @ppfandomdrive! Thank you for your support!

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Beca didn’t consider herself particularly outdoorsy (she could get sunburned at night and she was allergic to every type of stinging insect, among other inconveniences), but she enjoyed fewer shopping excursions than those to R.E.I. to be Chloe’s helper whenever she had an upcoming trip. Beca was in charge of the shopping cart and telling Chloe whether or not the gear she was trying on looked cute while still being functional.

And Beca liked the gear and supplies. It was cool how there were so many specialized shoes and backpacks and jackets for all manner of activities. She wouldn’t mind being less prone to emergencies to be able to try something new once in a while.

Plus, she kind of liked Chloe’s dedication to always trying to convince Beca to join her on her next adventure.

She also liked Chloe pouting until Beca admitted whatever she was trying on was indeed cute. Beca always thinks Chloe’s cute but it’s not like she can tell her that all the time. That would be weird. Friends don’t do that.

“Who are you going with?” she asks as Chloe stands in front of a display of kayaking gear.

“The same crew I went out to Zion with. They’re always encouraging everyone to bring a friend. You should totes come with me.”

Beca surveys the kayaks leaning against the wall and visions of flipping over, getting stuck, and drowning flash through her mind. “Pass,” she says quickly. “Maybe something more...terrestrial.”

“Okay,” Chloe says with a shrug. She never argues with Beca over it, but she does always re-extend the invitation. “What do you think: black or pink?” she continues as she plucks two helmets off the display to turn and hold them up for Beca’s opinion.

“Let’s see ‘em in action,” she answers, gesturing for Chloe to try them on.

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“What kind of adventure would you be down for?” Chloe asks, somewhat unexpectedly, as they meander through displays and racks of camping gear. They’ve already picked out everything on her list but still find themselves browsing. “When you said ‘more terrestrial,’” she adds. “Camping?”

Beca’s about to answer when the PA system interrupts, informing shoppers the store will be closing in 15 minutes. She waits until they’re finished.

“Yeah, camping, I guess,” she says with a vague wave of her hand toward the staged campground the store has set up to display their wide variety of tents, coolers, chairs, and portable grills. “Just maybe not in the middle of nowhere like you do.”

She knows her answer excites Chloe by the way her eyes light up and her back straightens. “I don’t even own a tent because I’m always sharing with someone else on the trip.” She’s already on her hands and knees crawling through the entrance of a small tent before Beca can argue.

Not that she has a point to argue.

Chloe’s kneeling inside and looking out at Beca expectantly. “Come on! Let’s try this one.”

Beca just gives a shake of her head and kneels down to crawl into the tent, too. She hears Chloe zip the flap behind her and then she’s being dragged down until they’re lying side by side.

“We fit!” Chloe declares as she makes it a point to spread out and take up space until she’s crowding Beca.

“Obviously we fit,” she says, trying not to laugh as Chloe’s elbow digs into her ribs until she’s forced to roll onto her side to escape it. “It’s a two-person tent. We are two people.” She should have known better to turn, though, because the second she does, Chloe’s on her like a magnet, making Beca her little spoon as she does so often.

Not that she minds Chloe’s propensity to be close to Beca.

She kind of loves it, in fact.

“See, and we can cuddle for body heat if it gets chilly overnight.”

“Right,” Beca says, letting herself smile when she feels the way Chloe’s almost nuzzling her. It drives her crazy, too. Chloe is so physically affectionate with Beca, more so than anyone Beca’s ever dated, and she and Chloe are definitively not dating. It feels like they are, though, from the way they check in with one another throughout the day if they’re apart and how they download their days when they’re together to their Co-Captain Conferences which is just a serious-sounding name that allows them to lock themselves in Chloe’s room under the guise of working on the Bellas’ next set when they’re actually watching movies or talking or napping and not getting interrupted.

The way Beca’s heart aches when Chloe does go on her weeklong excursions...that, too, makes it feel a lot like they’re dating.

But...they’re not.

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It’s the last thought that floats through her mind before her eyes are fluttering open to near darkness.

She’s disoriented and her shoulder and hip ache from whatever hard surface she’s lying on. The only thing she does recognize is the scent, sound, and feel of Chloe asleep behind her and she jostles her until she’s startling awake, too.

“Hmm, what?” Chloe says, voice gravelly with sleep.

“We fell asleep in the tent,” Beca says once her brain stitches the events together. Once she sits up and glances out of the tent’s mesh window and is met with the dimly lit retail floor, her heart stops. “Chloe?”

“Hmm?” she says through a yawn as she sits up, too.

“What time is it?”

She watches Chloe pull her phone out of her back pocket—Beca’s own phone is in her purse which...she realizes with additional terror...was left in the cart before they decided to try the tent—and check it. “10:34.”

Beca inhales at that and holds her breath, waiting for Chloe to connect the dots, too.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s 10:34!”

“And it’s dark in here.” Beca leans forward to unzip the tent’s flap and crawl out, relieved to find her purse in the cart, everything right where they left it by some miracle. “Chlo, the store’s closed.”

She watches Chloe crawl out, too, and stand to survey everything, just like Beca’s doing. “There must be a security guard or something,” Chloe says confidently as she starts walking toward the entrance.

There is no security guard, they find. They also decide to not try the doors because setting off an alarm might be really bad. A phone call to the company’s customer support number instructs them to call back during the hours of 7:00 AM and 6:00 PM.

“Okay, we don’t need to panic,” Beca says when she watches Chloe start to do her panic-pacing. “We’re fine. We’re safe.”

“We’re trapped in here!” Chloe screeches.

It makes Beca flinch and she grabs Chloe by the forearms when she paces past again. “Chloe, chill out!”

Chloe gulps and Beca can see the fear in her eyes.

“Chill, okay?” she says, lowering her voice. “They’ll open in the morning and we can leave. They have bathrooms and water, and I know you have at least one granola bar in your purse, right?”

Chloe nods and her eyes start to look a bit less wild.

“Good.” Beca smiles, and then lets herself smile bigger. “We’re locked in a store.”

Chloe whines. “I know, Beca!”

“No, Chloe. We’re locked in a store!” she turns them so Chloe’s facing toward the sporting goods supplier’s floor, devoid of other shoppers and employees. “Didn’t you ever dream about this as a kid?”

She can tell Chloe’s considering it, thinking about it, until a smile starts to tug at her lips. “Okay, yeah.”

“Then, come on!” Beca grabs her hand to run—not out of necessity but out of excitement—back into the depths of the store. “I want to play with everything. What first?”

“Bikes! Let’s get bikes,” Chloe says pointing off to their left. “This place is huge; we can get around faster!”

“Yes, yes—I love the way you think.”

Armed with speedy transportation, they make it a point to visit every department, trying on hiking boots and life jackets and snowboards. Chloe decides to document the adventure on her Instagram so every department needs to have its own photoshoot.

Eventually, they end up back in the paddling department and Beca’s helping Chloe maneuver a massive tandem kayak down from where it’s leaning against the wall.

“Get in,” Chloe says, gesturing at the front seat while she lowers herself into the back after grabbing a couple of paddles. “I’ll show you how easy it is.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Beca says as she takes the offered paddle and sits down, “but we’re not in the water right now.”

“Shush, I know. But I can show you the stroke.”

Beca can’t help the amused snort that escapes her.

“You just made that dirty.”

“Did not.”

“Yes, you did.” Chloe sounds amused. “Okay, put your hands where the grippy parts are on the paddle.”

Beca does as she’s told and then jumps a little when Chloe’s voice is suddenly close.

“Good.” Chloe’s arms suddenly frame Beca’s, her hands just outside of each of her own. “It’s just this motion.” Then they’re moving, Chloe’s push and pull directing Beca. “See how easy?”

Something about the moment makes Beca’s voice catch for a second and she has to swallow. “Yeah. Something tells me it’s not as easy in a river.”

“It’s really not difficult. Would I lie to you?”

“No, I guess not.”

Chloe hums, happy with Beca’s answer, and then her presence retreats. “Keep going; I need to take a picture. Actually, I’m going to do a video!”

“Of course you are,” Beca laughs but carries on for Chloe’s entertainment.

It’s around 2:00 AM when they’re both yawning, having eaten Chloe’s emergency stash of granola bars and a bag of gummy bears Beca swiped from the checkout area, promising Chloe she’d pay for them tomorrow with the rest of their items. They return the bicycles to their display and wander back to the camping section.

“You know, if there was ever a store to get locked in, this was a pretty good option,” Chloe says as she sits down on the edge of a fully inflated air mattress. It’s the floor’s display model, but it’s a bed nonetheless.

“So true.” Beca follows, settling on the slightly wobbly mattress next to Chloe.

Usually, like in the tent, she would flip onto her side, her back to Chloe to settle in for sleep.

For some reason, this time she turned the other way to face Chloe. Maybe because they weren’t finished talking—they didn’t yet have a plan for the morning, aka what to tell the first person who discovers them—or maybe Beca just wanted to look at Chloe for a few more seconds before going to sleep.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Chloe says with a giggle once they’re both settled.

“I know, right? So cool.”

Chloe’s quiet for what feels like a second too long before she says, “Thank you for calming me down. You know how I can get worked up about stuff.”

Beca smiles gently. “Yeah, of course, dude. You know I got your back.”

“I know you do.”

Chloe’s eyes are on Beca’s and the silence between them is suddenly heavy. Something about it makes Beca’s heart start to race. Chloe’s just looking at her not saying anything and Beca’s about to ask why she’s staring when Chloe interrupts her.

“Can I kiss you?”

Beca’s not sure she heard correctly. It’s hard to hear over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears. She debates asking Chloe to repeat herself, but she doesn’t want her to backpedal if she thinks Beca’s response means she wasn’t okay with it. Because she is so, soooo okay with it.

And if Beca did mishear, then she’ll deal with whatever she’s about to agree to.

“Yes.”

She didn’t mishear.

She can’t help the gasp that comes when Chloe’s lips are suddenly on hers. They’re soft and gentle but confident in their purpose and Beca is sure to kiss her back once her mind catches up with it.

Chloe pulls back after a few seconds and even in the dim lighting, she can tell Chloe’s blushing. She knows she is, too. “Was that okay?” Chloe asks, eyes wide and teeth tugging nervously at the lip that was just pressed against Beca’s.

Beca lets herself start to smile; the shock is subsiding and happiness is starting to rush into its place. “Why did you stop?” she asks, bringing her hand up between them to tug on Chloe’s shirt.

It’s not hard enough to actually pull Chloe in but it gets her point across and she’s still smiling when Chloe’s gleeful laugh gets muffled between their second kiss, one that is less about determining if it’s okay and a lot more about how their tongues move together.

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They’re roused by blinding fluorescent lights a few hours later and share the story of their accidental lock-in with the very confused and highly suspicious morning shift. Chloe begs the manager-on-duty to not reprimand whoever was responsible for ensuring all guests were out of the store before locking up, blaming themselves for not paying attention to the time.

Eventually, they’re allowed to leave and pay for what they’d been shopping for yesterday, plus the two-person tent (which Chloe had run back to grab off the shelf and returned with a wink).

“Okay, what’s with the tent?” Beca asks once they’ve loaded up the back of Chloe’s car in the completely empty parking lot and sat down.

“We are totes going camping and making out under the stars.”

“Oh, are we?” Beca asks with amusement as she buckles her seatbelt.

“Yep,” Chloe says, taking advantage of Beca’s proximity to direct her right up and into a kiss. “If that’s okay with you?” she asks, eyes a little softer so Beca knows she’s being earnest.

“Yeah, okay,” she nods. “But I’m not sure it’s fair for you to ask me after you kiss me.”

“So I should withhold kisses until you answer?” Chloe says with a grin as she starts the car and drives toward the exit and street that will lead them back to the house.

“That doesn’t seem fair either,” Beca says with a thoughtful pout.

“Kinda sounds like I get my way if kisses are involved.”

Beca starts to object but instead, just smiles and looks out the passenger side window. “Yeah, it kinda does sound that way.

The End

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judylicious · 4 years ago

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And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe

Alan Rubin x fem!Reader

Word count: 1,996

Fandom: Blues Brothers

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)

I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.

Sophia & Lisa are two OCs created by two lovely people within the fandom.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, COs having some kind of breakdown

So the next two chapters are gonna be somewhat of a bumpy ride for Charlotte. Just please stay and bear with me until the end of chapter 4, when the magic starts happening. Xx

Chapter III

The next morning Charlotte was having breakfast with her family. “I didn’t hear you coming home last night.” Her dad gave her a harsh look. “Well, yes it got pretty late. I fell asleep during the last movie and the girls felt so sorry for me they didn’t wanna wake me up!” She laughed, trying to lighten up the mood but her father just starred at her emotionless. “I’m sorry, dad. I promise it won’t happen again.”, she added in a apologising tone, which seemed to soothe him. “What films did you watch?”, her sister asked curiously. Charlotte looked at her with big eyes. What the hell? She knew her sister asked that without any ulterior motive, it was just her way but still… “You know, those classic ones. Halloween and some romcom in the end to lift everyone’s spirits.”

“Was it worth watching?” Oh for crying out loud! Thankfully the phone starting ringing, Charlotte’s mother picked it up. “Hello, Sylvia Ellington speaking.... Hun, it’s for you, it’s Lisa!” The girl quickly jumped to her feet. “May I take it in my room, please?” Her mother looked at her husband and gave her daughter a quick nod. In her room Charlotte took the phone to sit on her bed. “Lisa?” “Hiya!” “How was your evening with Lou? Did you…?” “Naah, we didn’t. But it was lovely seeing him again, I missed him so much. He’s just so shy sometimes. I mean I love that about him, I just wish he’d take the initiative more often.” “I’m sure he will eventually. It was your third date after all. Take it as a compliment that he ain’t rushing things and wants you both to be ready.” “I hope you’re right. Sooo…? You and Alan? I saw you two leave…?” “Yeah, yeah stop it right there. He took me home like a gentleman.” “BORING! Nah, I’m just kidding.” Charlotte sighed. “You know, I like him but I don’t know anything about him. Is he single or seeing anyone? Perhaps he was just trying to be friendly, taking the opportunity for a nice drink. No more, no less.” “Just ask him out on a date, pretty sure his reaction will tell.” “And what if he’s interested in a casual hook-up only? I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself.” “I’m afraid you won’t know if you don’t try.” “Hmm.. But I know someone who DOES know! Lou! I’m sure he knows what’s going on in Alan’s life, you always told me there were close.” “Yeah but.. I don’t know. It would feel strange asking Lou about Alan for you.” Both girls were silent for a moment. “Wait, I’ve got an idea.” Lisa said excitedly. “I’m meeting Lou in his lunch break at the cafe tomorrow noon. You could accidentally bump into us and join us.” Charlotte giggled. “Sounds perfect. I see you then!”

The next day Lisa opened the door to the small Soul Food Café on Maxwell Street and greeted the waitress with a warm smile. “Hi Mrs. Murphy!” “Hello sugar, nice to see you again.” Lisa sticked her head in the kitchen. “Hey Lou!” He looked up from the dishes and his face lighted up the moment he saw his girl. “Give me a minute, babe. Right with you.” Lisa smiled and chose a table at the window. She ordered Lou’s and her favourite dish and watched him as he left the kitchen. He quickly pulled off his hair net and gave her a kiss before sitting down. “Food’s already on it’s way.” He grabbed her hand and caressed it with his thumb. “I’m so happy to be back after our tour. I love performing with the boys but I felt sorry for leaving you so early in our relationship.” He softly brushed a strain out of her face when he got interrupted by someone banging against the window. Charlotte. She quickly walked inside. “Oh my God what are you two doing here?” “Well for starters, I work here.” “Would you like to join us, Charlie?” “Sure, why not, thanks. How are you two doing?” “Good thanks, we were about to have lunch.” The tall, handsome man said. The girls gave each other a look, without saying a word. Lou’s eyes wandered from one girl to the other and back again. “You two are terrible actors, you know that.” And he started to laugh. “Why are you here, Charlotte?” “I’m sorry, Lou. It’s because of Alan. I had a lovely time with him the other night and was wondering, is he dating anyone recently?” “Hard to tell, really. I mean with us touring in the last couple of months, it was difficult for all of us to meet anyone at all. I know that he used to see a woman named Lari. They also met a few times when we where on tour. Think she owns her own business, forcing her to travel quite a lot through the states.” “Are they… dating? I mean is it anything serious?” “I don’t even know if they still see each other.” “So nothing serious?” Charlotte kept pestering him. Lou sighed. “Listen, Alan’s one of my best mates but you should know that he’s quite popular with the ladies. Even I can see how good looking he is. Every concert he had some other woman showing up for him backstage and I can’t remember the last time he was in a serious commitment.” He could see the disappointment and sadness in Charlotte’s face and felt sorry for her. “But you’ll never know. Perhaps when the right one crosses his way.” “I heard you, Lou. but thanks for the effort to cheer me up.” She quickly got up from her seat “Really sorry for spoiling your little date.” And with that she left the cafe, Lisa running after her. “Charlie wait, please!” She finally had caught up with her. “I’m sorry Lou didn’t tell you what you’ve wanted to hear.” “It doesn’t matter okay? I don’t even know why I got my hopes up in the first place, we had a drink, that’s all.” Lisa looked at her friend with compassion in her eyes, grabbing on of Charlotte’s hands. “I guess, Alan’s been the first one who showed any interest in me for quite some time and it felt nice.” She looked down at her hands, fiddling around. “Honey I’m sure someone will come along eventually.” “Right, and as soon as the meet my dad they’ll keep running away.” “Don’t you think it’s time to move out? Sophia got her own place, too.” “I already told you, I can’t. It’s complicated. I don’t expect you to understand.” She freed herself from Lisa hand and started walking down the street. “Charlotte!” But she started to walk faster until she ran, disappearing in the crowd on the streets. Lisa went back inside the cafe and sat next to Lou, who softly put his arm around his girl. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said, I didn’t think she’d take it so hard.” She gave him a quick snog on his cheek, reassuring him that her friend would be okay, though she couldn’t stop thinking about her and how hurt she was.

Charlotte got home around dinner time and found her mother in the kitchen preparing food. “Mum?” She leaned against the worktop, resting on her elbows. “I’m thinking about moving out.” Her mother dropped the knife and looked at her concerned. “This again? Don’t let your father hear about your ideas.” “What ideas?” The two women were startled and turned their back to face Charlotte’s father, who had gotten back from work. “I still wanna get my own place, dad!” “I thought we’ve talked about this way too often, Charlotte.” “But I’m old enough, I could get a job and pay for the rent of a little room myself.” She watched him pouring a glass of whiskey and taking a sip. “Dad?!” He crashed the glass down onto the table. “This still ins’t open for discussion! As long as I’m paying for your education, you stay where I can keep an eye on you!” He said angry. “No one’s asking you to pay.”, Charlotte mumbled away and was about to leave the room. “What did you just say?” “Nothing!… Right so perhaps I don’t wanna study law.” “Don’t you forget that your mother and I had to go through a lot of trouble to get you that college place, considering your poor grades.” He walked towards her with big steps, shaking his finger at her. “Well, would have been nice if you had asked me before.” “Do you even listen to what you’re saying?! Have we left our manners at the door once more?” He was furious and discounted his glass from the kitchen table in one motion. Charlotte hated seeing him like this and it was one of those moments when she had to decide whether to retreat, displaying her fear of him or stand her ground, and for the first time ever she decided for the letter. When her father got closer, she could feel her knees began to buckle, she was trembling. Suddenly he grabbed her throat, pushing her head up and forcing her to look at him. “Once in your poor, miserable life you got the chance to do something useful with it. And we’re sticking it up your erse. Show some fuckin gratitude. If it wasn’t for you mother you wouldn’t even be standing here!” He yelled at his daughter wrathful and she felt his spit on her face. She knew what he meant by that. She knew that her father didn’t want her, when her mom, his girlfriend at that time, told him she was pregnant with his kid. “And clean up this mess! Your mother doesn’t have to do everything around here.” He added before he left hold of her and stormed out.

As it got dark Charlotte checked on her parents in the living room, both had fallen asleep in their armchairs. She left the house for a walk, which would hopefully get her mind off her toxic parents. She wasn’t living far away form Chicago city, so eventually she bought herself a beer at some street shop and set down on the pavement between two parked cars, hugging her knees. I will be stuck with them until I’ve finished college. If I finish at all. If he doesn’t care for me why doesn’t he let me go. It wasn’t the first time that night when she thought about just leaving, running away from her family.

And then she heard it. His laugh. His warm and soft giggle. She looked up but couldn’t see no one. There it was again. And then she saw him. He was walking on the other side of the road. A lady at his side, one arm tugged into him. She was absolutely gorgeous, tall, long, straight blond hair, wearing heels, a mini skirt underlining her stunning long legs and as it seemed his jacket hang over her shoulders. They both were laughing and smiling at each other. And Charlotte felt a deep, sharp pain in her heart. She was purely crushed seeing him with another woman. And before she knew it they were out of her sight, disappearing behind some cars.

She laid her head on her arms, squinting her bleary eyes. She wasn’t angry with him. But with herself. Disappointed she had left him into her heart so early, without knowing so less of him. And she felt stupid, like a teenager for getting her hopes up only because she liked him, only because he was nice to her. She felt stupid for believing a man like him could be interested in someone like her, when he could be with an actor or a model, literally anyone. And a single tear ran down her cheek before she started weeping into her arms, trying to wash away the entire day.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Roomies

You and Tom accidentally get paired as roommates, but it quickly becomes something more.

You didn’t know what you expected when you signed up to have a random roommate because you didn’t know anyone else at the school. You were hoping you’d be friends, but you’d also heard stories of people having to change halfway through the semester because they hated each other. You hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but you were getting a bit worried when you were starting your drive up and still didn’t know who your roommate was.

You were essentially on your own – your parents were helping your other sibling move into another college a few hours away and you weren’t all that attached to things you had at home, so you packed your clothes and toiletries and saved up money to buy everything the day you got there. Was it kind of ridiculous? Yeah. But would it save you a ton of time and pain moving in? Definitely.

You noticed you were in one of the co-ed dorms when they gave you the key and the packet that had codes and information in it, but you didn’t know who your roommate was. You knew the last name was Holland, and that they were an international student, but other than that your packet didn’t help you. You got into the room and picked a side without much thought into it. You moved your furniture around a little, moving the bed up so that your dresser could fit underneath it and you had a little more space for your clothes that you’d brought.

You were almost done unpacking when you heard the lock open and a guy carrying two bags walked in. You were confused for a second, and so was he.

“Hi, I’m Tom, your last name’s Y/L/N, right?” He asked. He had a British accent, you noticed, so he was an international student after all. “I didn’t realize the rooms were co-ed.”

“Yeah,” you responded. You shook his hand, giving him a smile. “I didn’t either. I can go to housing if…”

“It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you. I have three brothers, so living with a girl would be different.” You smiled at him.

“I have two sisters, so living with a guy might be nice.”

“Is that all of your stuff?” He asked as he put his things on the bed.

“Yeah, I tried to come with as little as possible. I figured I’d run to the Target up the street later if you want to join. I hope that’s not all of yours.” He laughed.

“Actually, it is. I didn’t want to pay a fortune for airfare, so…”

“If that’s everything, we could just go now. Unless you want to go to those orientation things.” He shook his head and the two of you headed down to your car. He explained that he’d just wanted to come here for college so he could move to California after, which made sense because he was going to be an acting major. Your major was similar, so you were kind of glad for the pairing. Neither of you had expected to get a roommate of the opposite sex, but you seemed like similar people so maybe it could work.

“Okay, so if you get the fridge,” you started as you looked at the list the two of you had made in the car. “If you get the fridge, I’ll get the A/C unit. I smuggled in a TV and an Xbox, so we have those, and then we can just split the snacks if you want?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied. You both grabbed carts and got to work, buying everything you needed, and struggled to get it all up to your room later. By that night you were both unpacked, had set up everything, and you were putting the comforter you’d bought on your bed. It was your favorite color, and it was his, too, so he got a similar one. At least your room somewhat coordinated. You were getting pictures developed to put up on the wall, which he said he didn’t mind, and that was that. You were excited that Tom was so chill. The only inconvenience was having to change in the shower stall, but it didn’t matter that much.

Every time you made friends, it turned out the both of you were involved, so you considered yourself lucky that Tom quickly became your best friend. You would go pretty much everywhere together, and since you had many of the same intro classes, you had a lot of classes together, too. You’d be lying if the thought of dating him hadn’t crossed your mind, but he was your roommate. He probably didn’t want to date you, and what would happen if you broke up? Nothing good, probably, so you let it go. You holed up during fall break and snacked on junk food and played games most of the time, you studied together, and whenever you went somewhere at night he would walk you there and back so nobody would mess with you.

You were studying in the library a couple of months later when he did the first weird-ish thing. You were absolutely freezing, but it was still hot outside, so you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Your leg was shaking up and down and you debated walking all the way across campus for some hot chocolate. Tom looked up from his textbook and saw you were shivering.

“I have a sweatshirt,” he said with a smile on his face. “You didn’t have to suffer.”

“I wasn’t going to ask just in case you were cold!” You said. He handed it to you anyway and you put it on over your t-shirt. It was warm and it smelled like him, which was incredibly comforting considering you were worried you would fail the exam on the material in front of you. You muttered a thank you and he just gave you a smile, starting to type on his computer again.

You decided to retire first and of course he walked you back, exchanged textbooks, and went down to the dorm’s common area to finish doing his homework. You were almost asleep by the time he came in and muttered a good night, earning a small laugh as he told you to go to sleep. It was little things like the sweater that started to add up. If you fell asleep he’d put a blanket on you. If he knew you were walking back to your car when it was dark he’d make you call him, or he’d volunteer to go get gas for you so you wouldn’t be out there alone. He would often bring you back food or drinks without you even asking, just because he’d gotten to know you so well that he knew you would never pass up an opportunity for a chicken sandwich and waffle fries.

The next time things got weird was October. It was the week before Halloween and there was a party at one of the houses off campus. Tom didn’t feel like going, so he didn’t, but he told you to keep him on standby in case you needed him. You dressed up in your slutty outfit and tried to pretend you didn’t see him checking you out, and then you left. You met up with your friends, but they soon ditched you for boys they were both seeing, so you were alone.

You started talking to this one guy, whose name you had no idea of, when Tom texted you to check in for the first time. You looked down at your phone just long enough to text him back and then grabbed your PBR, chugging the rest of it in hopes that someone had gone on another run and was back with some beer that wasn’t essentially water. It tasted weird, but you didn’t pay attention. You just kept talking to the guy.

Your vision started going slightly blurry and you tried to walk straight on the back lawn, but you couldn’t. You noticed the guy was watching you and was never too far away, and you realized when your stomach started hurting. He’d roofied you. Shit, you thought. You took out your phone, crossing your arms against your chest to hide some cleavage, and called your trusty roommate.

“Hey, how’s it going?” He asked, putting his phone on one ear while he continued playing with the Xbox.

“I think some guy just roofied me,” you said, “when you texted me I looked away and he must’ve put something in it.”

“Shit. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“Take my car, it’s out in the parking lot,” you said as you started getting dizzy.

“Don’t hang up on me, Y/N. Talk to me.” You did – he asked you about how your night had been other than that and before you knew it he was pulling up to the front of the party house. You got in and immediately reached across the console to hug him. He concluded that you’d definitely been roofied because you were drooling by the time he walked you back to the room. He herded you into the shower and then into bed after you were dressed. You woke up the next morning and he had gotten Starbucks for you, probably having borrowed your car again (and filled it back up, because that was who he was).

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver. Literally,” you said as he presented you with the venti cold brew with sweet cream. You sat up and reached toward it and he handed it to you. You drank it like a baby drank a bottle, which just made him laugh.

“No problem. You mind if I play Xbox?”

“Only if I can too.” He handed you one of the controllers and sat down at his desk chair that was pointed toward the TV in between your two beds. “Come sit up here, you don’t have to sit there,” you said, referring to the wooden chair that was obviously uncomfortable. Tom always almost fell out of it, too, every time he used it.

“Fine,” he sighed. He walked over and climbed on your bed with you, sitting down beside you, and you wasted most of the morning playing games. You both had class in the afternoon, so you bucked up the courage to go. You sat down and lo and behold, there was the guy that had roofied you. You elbowed Tom.

“Tom, that’s the guy,” you muttered through gritted teeth, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Tom turned his head toward the guy, who looked straight at you. Tom’s arm flew around your back, pulling you to him uncomfortably.

“Anyway,” Tom cleared his throat so the guy would look away. You elbowed him again.

“What was that?” You asked.

“He was looking straight at you. If he thinks the guy who picked you up was your boyfriend, maybe he’ll let you go.” You knew he was right. You tried not to let the guy get to you and eventually class let out. You were one of the last out of the hundreds of people in the gigantic lecture hall, waiting for Tom to ask the professor about an extension on a paper. You finally went back to the room and sighed.

“There’s no need to panic, darling, you have one class with him!” Tom said as he typed away at his paper. You were pacing back and forth, shivering because the A/C unit was on full blast and you just didn’t want to walk over there to turn it off.

“Yeah, but he definitely knew you were just pretending! What if he tries to, like, stalk me or something?” Tom scoffed.

“Anyone that tries to stalk you will have to stalk me too because I live here. You’ll be fine. One of us’ll be with you all the time in classes and on campus. You really don’t have to worry. I promise.” You sat down in your bungee cord chair, pulling up the hood to the sweatshirt you were wearing. It was Tom’s, actually, you noticed. You didn’t notice when you’d pulled it out of your clean laundry, but you’d done some of his the night before since he didn’t have a full load, so it was definitely his.

“I guess.”

“Come on. Let’s go get some dinner,” he insisted, “and then we’ll go camp out in the library.” You got up and let him drag you halfway across campus to the only dining hall that was open.

You ended up going to the semi-formal with him, because neither of you had another date, and the way he treated you was strange. He opened your door for you, he paid for the dinner beforehand, and he took about a million pictures of you for your Instagram without complaining one bit. He took care of drunk you and held back your hair, got you Gatorade, and took you to get a milkshake at 2 AM because you wanted one so badly that you were crying. You drunkenly told him you loved him and he laughed, just saying he loved you too.

That phrase became familiar, too. I love you. You told him that when you were leaving him, when you were drunk, when he got you food without asking. He smiled every single time, responding that he loved you too. You always told your friends that, though, it was just who you were. It didn’t mean anything other than you valued the friendship you had together. He came with you for Thanksgiving, since he’d never been to one before, and your parents even made him sleep on the couch because they were convinced you two were together. And then there was the night of your friend’s birthday party, and all hell broke loose.

You were sitting in a circle in your friend Sadie’s room, playing spin the bottle with a bottle of Malibu that you’d all emptied together not long ago. You still had a cup of half Malibu and half sprite in front of you. Sadie had to kiss her roommate, Allie, and a couple other roommates had done the same thing. It was just a peck, so it was whatever. You’d spun it, though, and of course it landed on Tom. His face got red, immediately, but he playfully patted his lap and you giggled, walking over to him, and his legs were crossed as you got on your knees to match his level. You cringed a little as he reached out for you and finally kissed you. It was just a peck, like most of them were, but you could tell that he didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to pull away.

You lasted through most of the party and decided to leave once you were sobering up. Of course he came with you, and when he put his hand on your back to lead you out of the dorm you couldn’t help but look back at him.

“Sorry the bottle landed on you,” you apologized. “We’re the only co-ed roommates on our hall and of course it ended up on us.” He shrugged.

“It’s spin the bottle. Doesn’t mean anything unless you want it to.”

“Unless I want it to?” You stopped on an empty sidewalk underneath a lamp-post, turning around to look at him. In the low, yellowed light you could see that his face was changing colors, and suddenly the heat rose to your cheeks and you were burning up in the sweatshirt you were swearing. Tom’s sweatshirt. Again.

“I mean…”

“Be honest with me for just five fucking seconds,” you said. “Would you have done that if we were both sober?”

“I am sober, Y/N,” he insisted. “I am. And if you won’t lie to me I won’t lie to you, alright? Have you noticed how I always say I love you too? Or I bring you coffee and I know your order, have you ever considered why? Or did you consider at all why I came and got you at two in the morning at that party?” He walked a few feet in front of you when there was another set of people walking down the sidewalk. He paused to let them through and then looked over at you again. You were freezing in the sweatshirt. It was December, what were you thinking?

“I thought…” You took a deep breath. “I thought. But I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t say anything. And now you’re telling me you’re doing all of this for a reason and I want to believe that you like me, but it’s so complicated, and…” Before you knew what was happening, he was closing the gap between you. His hand went behind your head and his other one splayed across your stomach, pressing you up against the lamp-post in front of you, and he kissed you. This time, it wasn’t a peck. This time, he didn’t pull away. He kissed you for a few minutes and you kissed back, and you only parted when you heard another set of people about to walk by.

“Are you sure now?” You nodded, panting a little. He’d left you out of breath and the air outside was so cold that you could see it.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, reaching out to take one of his hands.

“I like you, Y/N. Roommate or not, I do, and I can guarantee I still would even if I didn’t live with you.” You smiled at him a little.

“What is this, The Prince & Me?” You asked out loud. He looked slightly confused. “It’s a movie, where this guy comes to college in America and…”

“I know the movie.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks again. “So…” You started walking again and so did he.

“So?” You looked at him. “Tom, are you sure? Are you sure you want this? And it isn’t too complicated? Because we live together, what if we fight?”

“Then we talk it out. Come on, Y/N. We can make a King sized bed with our beds put together.” You laughed.

“Is that the only reason why?” He grabbed your waist and squeezed it, making you laugh a little.

“No. I love hearing you laugh, is one of them.” You reached the dorm, finally, and rode the elevator up to your room.

You went back to the room and immediately started moving your furniture together. You talked about going into the city to get brunch as your first official date as you tucked in a set of sheets. This time when he went to change his shirt you didn’t turn away, and he didn’t get mad when you reached for one of his shirts to sleep in. You smiled to yourself as you settled in beside him, assuming the position of the little spoon, as he picked a movie to pretend to watch.

“Good night, girlfriend,” he said in your ear.

“Good night boyfriend,” you replied with a smile on your face. He squeezed your waist again and you smiled, thanking your lucky stars that you’d gotten the co-ed dorm that year.

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