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minniesmutt · 5 months ago

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Y/n didn’t believe in an afterlife. Not until she got pulled from it. The bright light of the hospital blinded her eyes as she blinked. No one else was in the room.

Well, except for the guy in all black in the corner. She blinked again to adjust to the light and he was gone. She was a bit confused but concluded it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Especially when a nurse walked in.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. L/n,” The nurse smiled as she grabbed her file and walked over to the monitor next to her.

“How long was I out for?”

“Not long. Your friends neighbor works at the hospital and called us as soon as they came knocking. Gave you a bit of Narcan but you crashed just as the paramedics got there so they had to restart your heart. You’ve been stable since you got to the hospital about an hour ago. I’ll let the doctors know you're awake.”

The nurse walked out of the room and Y/n groaned, trying to move her arms. Handcuffed.

She had a friend that knew people. They got some harder drugs one night. It was all fun. Music blared through the apartment. She remembered taking some and then closing her eyes. Between that and the hospital, she had no fucking clue.

The handcuffs were confusing. Did they think it was on purpose? That she actually tried offing herself through drugs?

“Ms. L/n, how are you?” the doctor’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Tired,” Y/n shrugged

“So am I,” the doctor pulled up a chair next to the bed, “Can I ask a couple of questions about the other night?”

“I can’t guarantee I’ll remember much.”

“That’s okay. Whatever you can remember,” the doctor answered, “Did you bring the drugs?”

“No. I wouldn’t even know how to find a dealer. My friend knows people.”

“Was this your first time using?”

“Yes.”

“I noticed in your file that you have a history of depression. Have you ever thought about—”

“My depression is managed. Maybe once or twice a year I get a fleeting thought of ending it. But never have I thoroughly thought I would.” Y/n cut off the doctor

“So the drugs were, just for fun?”

“Just for fun. I accidentally took too much, I’m sure it happens.”

“It does. You were lucky we were able to revive you. Get some rest Ms. L/n.”

The doctor smiled at her before leaving the room. She did rest as the doctor said. Mostly since she really couldn’t do anything while she was handcuffed to a bed.

Minho watched the whole thing. He’d been watching the whole situation since she took the drugs last. He felt bad for her.

The friends she was with weren’t exactly the best influence. Offering more drugs to each other. He knew at least one of them was bound to die tonight. He didn’t expect it to be one of the prettiest humans he’d seen in decades.

He watched her confusion at the scene happening before her. Her friends screamed at her unmoving body to wake up.

“What the hell?” Y/n asked no one, but Minho still answered

“You're dead.” Y/n turned to where he stood behind her

“Who are you?”

“Death, Grim Reaper, whatever you prefer.”

Y/n looked back at her friends still trying to wake her up, “do they know?”

“Considering how high they are, they haven’t figured it out yet. Come on,” Minho said

“Where are we going?”

“Whatever afterlife you believe in. But you can’t stay here.”

Y/n looked at the man in black and then back at her friends. What shocked her most was they were actually trying to wake her up. After they pressured her into joining them. Only ever talking to her when no one else wanted to join them

“Why are they trying?”

“Feel bad maybe?”

“For what? They never cared. No one did.”

He’d heard that line so many times. A lot of it was lies. Everyone had one person that really cared about them. Minho felt like she wasn’t lying about this.

“Humans are weird. Let’s go,” Minho chalked it up to that, he always did. But, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the soul.

Rather than taking her to whatever afterlife she believed him in, he opted to take care of her soul, personally. He couldn’t explain why, but for the first time since he became a reaper, she made him feel something.

“What’s this?” Y/n asked as they walked into his ‘home’

“Call it home. It’s usually somewhere I just hide away when I need to be away from the other reapers,” Minho explained

“I thought you were gonna make me cross over.” Y/n looked around the place, it was pretty nice, mostly grey and black decorations. Better than any place she had lived in.

Minho ignored the statement, mainly because he couldn’t even pinpoint why he was doing this in the first place. And maybe the more time he spent with her, the more confused he got.

Time worked so differently in the afterlife, even for him as a reaper. It was hard to say how much time passed in the land of the living, but for them, it’d been a year of hiding away her soul. He still had a job but he always made sure to come back to her, even for a bit.

He got involved with a rather, unpleasant soul who refused to believe they were dead. He’d dealt with it before, reaping them was an easy solution but the guy wasn’t easy. Minho got hit with his own scythe before he pushed the soul to the afterlife. He just needed to rest.

He opened the door to find Y/n laying on their couch reading one of the books he had collected over the centuries. Not unusual, it wasn’t like they had any kind of technology in the afterlife to watch tv or text someone. If she wasn’t reading when he was home, it was his fault.

Their relationship became complicated a few weeks back. Randomly talking turned into playful flirting. Somehow it led to making out of the living room floor.

Y/n heard the door open and cast a glance at him, “You look terrible.” Her book was set aside as she rushed over to him.

“I’m fine, just need to rest,” Minho assured her as she grabbed his face and looked over him.

“What happened?” She asked, “You look drained.”

Y/n got him over to the couch and sat him down, kneeling on the ground between his legs. “Violent soul grabbed my scythe and attacked me. I’ll be fine.”

“Minho,” Y/n tsks

“Not the name,” He laughed, which was a bad idea.

Y/n saw him grab at his torso and moved his hand, unbuttoning his black shirt to see the wound. “If you wanted me to strip, you could’ve just asked sweetheart.”

“Have I ever told you how insufferable you are sometimes?”

“Almost all the time.”

There wasn’t much blood thankfully— if there was really any, to begin with. She was still trying to grasp the death thing honestly.

“Hey,” Minho called out and grabbed her hand from the wound that was indeed healing due to his supernatural abilities. Minho pulled her up onto his lap, her legs on either side of him, “I’m fine.”

“Promise?” She asked

“Don’t worry about me. It’s not like I can die again.”

“Yeah but what if you just… disappear?”

“I’m not gonna disappear.”

“Promise me you won't? I don’t…”

“You don't what?”

“I don't wanna lose the one person that’s actually cared about me, even if we’re dead.”

Minho leaned forward and pushed his lips onto hers. It took Y/n a moment to register what was happening. Slowly her hands cupped his face, lips melting to move with his. His hands held onto her hips and slowly rocked her against him.

“Swear I won’t disappear,” Minho mumbled against her lips, moving down to her neck

“Fuck,” Y/n whined as his teeth grazed her sweet spot

“How can you be dead but so fucking horny?” he asked as he kept kissing her neck

“I was dead inside when I was alive but still horny,” Y/n joked

Minho laughed with her as she pushed his shirt off his back. He took his hands off her hips to toss the fabric to the side and then slipped her shirt off her body and tossed it to the ground.

“Your fucking beautiful,” He pulled her back down onto his lips. His tongue slipped past her lips and fought for dominance with her as she pushed him back against the sofa.

His hands grabbed her breasts and massaged them as her hips rolled against his semi. Both moaned as their tongues danced together.

“I need you, Min,” Y/n spoke as her hands undid his belt and pants.

“Yeah? Thinking about fucking the grim reaper makes you that wet?”

He pushed a hand under her bottoms and panties, fingers sliding between her folds before pushing two into her while her hand pulled his cock out and wrapped her hand around him.

Y/n jacked him off while he fingered her open on his fingers. Moans uncontrollably fall out of their mouths.

“I need to fuck you,” Minho groaned as he threw his head back

“What are you waiting for?” Y/n asked

Minho kicked into action, laying both of them on the floor and discarding the remainder of their clothes. He pushed his lips onto hers again, taking his cock into her hand and positioning the lips at her entrance.

He sunk into her slowly as he lay on his elbows, lips moving in sync with hers. Y/n cupped his face while her legs hung loosely around his hips. Being dead came with the perk of not feeling pain.

Minho pulled out and pushed back into her. Slowly and firmly. Centuries after dying and not feeling anything for anyone until now made him appreciate the moment.

Y/n moaned into his mouth as his hips deliciously rolled into her. More than sure he was hitting impossible spots no one alive could reach, ever. She couldn't help but clench around him.

“Feel so good around me,” He spoke against her lips

“I need you to come in me, min. Please,” Y/n begged as his head dipped to her breasts

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Please, Min.”

“My pretty kitty needs the grim reapers come in her that bad?” His face picked up a bit, thrusting into her a bit faster as one hand came between their bodies and rubbed figure eights into her clit

“Fuck yes! Please Minho.”

“I got you kitten. Need you to come for me first. Come on, baby.”

Minho's tongue played with her hard nipples as her legs tightened around his waist. Her hands tangled in his hair and held on tighter the closer she got. Her walls closed in tighter around him, making it harder for him to move but neither cared. It felt too good at the moment.

Her orgasm hit her like a train. Her back arched off the floor before her body went limp, convulsing under him as he chased his high. Only slowing down when his high finally hit.

Exhaustion didn't hit him. It never would, even though he was injured. “Fuck,” he groaned

“You okay?” she asked as she calmed down

“Yeah. Don't think being on top was a good idea though.”

“If you wanted me on too there's better ways to ask,” Y/n giggled as he pulled out and sat back against the couch.

Y/n sat up a few seconds later, climbing onto his lap and cuddling into him. “Is it weird I'm in love with the grim reaper?”

“Is it weird just fucked a soul I was supposed to cross over?”

Both laughed at the questions before Y/n looked up at him. “What are we now?”

“Soul mates.” Minho smiled

Y/n glares at him as he laughed at his joke. “That was terrible.”

“You love me though.”

“I gue—” Y/n stopped when she felt something weird in her chest.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Minho asked, very alert now

“Weird pain,” Y/n whined as it came again

“They’re trying to revive you…”

“What? No!” He’d never seen a soul fry real tears like he did now

“I can’t stop it.” All he could do was watch, as much as he didn't want too

“Why? You can do anything.”

“You’re in limbo kitten. It’d be different if crossed over already. I can’t do anything if you're in limbo…”

“What if I cross over?”

“It’s too late…”

Minho watched her become more and more transparent as they pulled her back to the living.

“Please, Min. I don't want to go back…”

“I’ll be there when you die again, okay? I promise.”

He knew how it felt for humans when they watched someone they loved die. He’d see them cry over the dead. Having Y/n pulled from him back to life was just like that. But he could wait.

He found her in a hospital, waiting in her room. Occasionally leaving when he sensed someone pass and brought them over before going back and watching her. Even when she slept. Hoping she felt his presence or saw him.

“Until death, kitten.” He stood by her bedside watching her sleep.

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post-maester · 14 days ago

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I had a fucking wonderful conversation with a Director who is a trans woman today.

I originally responded to an ad of hers looking for a transfem video editor for a documentary about trans people, but I was several months late. I specifically responded knowing I may not get the gig, but I wanted to work with her on this project that I felt was so important. It was important to me as a person developing a career in film, it was important to me as a trans girl hoping to engage and give to a community I want to be a part of, it was important that a project get made that could help people like me figure out what the fuck is going on with their identities.

So I waited for a response. Eventually one came. We set up a meeting for this afternoon, and the conversation we had was euphoric. I was so anxious and in my own head about the whole thing, but when it came time to talk, I felt like I was unapologetically myself while talking to her. I didn't need to mask, or change how I behaved for her. I just was. It felt wonderful. I've never had that with another person before, I think.

We talked about film work, trans experience, and MOTHERFUCKING TTRPGs!!!!!!!!! She called me "girl" in conversation and that was butterflies in my tummy. When I mentioned I was only 3 months on HRT she unashamedly and excitedly exclaimed that my chest was going to start hurting soon, and that lack of timidity about the subject was so fucking refreshing.

She mentioned how she enjoyed taking on the role of teaching younger trans people and being motherly. I added that my friends say that I'm the same way, but that I don't really have someone to be that way for me. It was a strange feeling to realize mid-conversation that I may need something like that at all. I never felt like I wanted a motherly force in my life, but maybe as I find myself in femininity that's something I need. My husband can only do so much to help me, and he's not exactly the posterchild for this sort of thing.

Nearing the end of our conversation, she told me to keep in touch and ask any questions if I need. But then she mentioned that we could go to get our nails done together sometime soon (I'd mentioned my experience with hand/nail dysphoria from a few days ago). I shut down. I stared at my screen through to her silently for a moment. I then stuttered, trying to answer. She asked if I was okay and if she overstepped any boundaries. I admitted that I needed a moment to restart my brain. Then I explained that I don't have any feminine friends to do "girl stuff" with. I've never been able to before. The idea excited me beyond belief. I said yes emphatically. I almost started crying a little, to be completely honest.

We said goodbye, and I closed the call.

Im doing a little tiny cry now, I feel so fucking good. I feel so proud of myself for trying for this and sticking with it. Proud of myself for not canceling because of my anxiety. Proud of myself for allowing me to be me unapologetically with absolutely no fabrication for the pleasure or comfort of another person.

Writing this now in bed. No other plans until later tonight. That call took a lot of my energy. Time to rest.

Night night💜

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so-long-soldier-writes · 7 months ago

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Never Let Me Go (pt.1)

kai parker x reader | heretic!kai | part 1/3

summary: you're getting used to the coldness in your apartment. the chill that lingers in the air, the absence of his presence. for four months you wait for him, willing for the past and cursing those who've altered your future; wishing for the way things used to be, and hoping they wouldn't be lost beyond repair. but the next time you see him, out on your doorstep, you realize you can't just pick up the pieces, you have to restart the whole puzzle.

tags: post s06e22, heartache, emotional hurt / mild comfort, angst, arguing

word count: 2k

a/n: it's been one of the worst weeks of my life, so here's a little angst. i hope to have more out soon, and aside from the other two parts of this (well, one, bc the third part is smutty), some softer things!

You sigh deeply as you climb into bed, alone, for the billionth time. Your bed used to be warm, full, and safe, and now it’s just cold. For a while, you couldn’t even stand the feeling and had to sleep on the couch, but then one month turned into four, and you had to go back to the bed at some point.

For four months, your boyfriend was trapped in a prison world by one of your best friends. When he finally got out, he brought chaos along with him in the form of one curse and a hundred deaths. One of those, being his own. Luckily, he had drunk the blood of a vampire, which brought him back, but not quite as the same boy he used to be.

The first night after his transformation, he returned to bed with you. By morning, he was gone. When asked what happened, he couldn’t really say. His emotions, already confusing, were even more out of place, and he couldn’t predict even his own usually sporadic actions. A taste for blood and a ringing in his ear kept him up all night, and the sight of you made him afraid. If he’d hurt you, he would never forgive himself.

So, for the last three weeks, your bed has been empty just as it had when he was gone. Frankly, you have no idea where Kai sleeps, or if he even does. The rest of the heretics have taken to an old abandoned house on the town’s border, but you doubt he’s there. Worry keeps you awake most nights, and the only reason you fall asleep is out of pure exhaustion. You love him, but lately you feel like he loves you less.

Tonight’s like any other in your new routine. Watch an episode and drink down a glass of wine. Or bourbon. Or even vodka, on worse days. Curl yourself into a ball when you finally do go up to bed. Cuddle into the stuffed bat that Caroline gifted you after she found out what happened after the 1903 visit. She knew it hurt you, what Bonnie did. Even if it was “for the better”, she knew it broke your heart.

You kiss the head of the little animal, then heave a heavy sigh. Sleep could overtake you in five minutes or five hours, depending on what your body demands. After three minutes, you start counting sheep, calling on the help of more animals to guide you to REM.

Forty-six sheep have jumped the fence when there’s suddenly a bold knock at your door. You scramble in anxiety, but then freeze in an attempt to hear better.

Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you had finally fallen asleep.

But then there’s another knock.

It’s probably Damon, you think. He’s disturbed you several times in the middle of the night. He probably lost a hold of his mother and is wondering if you’ve seen her. Or it’s Caroline, seeking advice whilst forgetting the time on the clock. Or maybe it’s your upstairs neighbor, angry about you taking his usual parking spot, since he took yours the day before.

Your head runs rampant with possibilities as you urge yourself to answer the door. Your blanket is still wrapped around your body, though you leave your bat in bed.

When you open the door, you’re stunned to see none other than Kai Parker standing there, smiling, despite pain clouding in his eyes.

“Kai?” You ask, voice quieter than you intended.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here? It’s late.”

It’s weird to see him. Honestly, you had to run back your memory and try to think if your last conversation ended in a break-up. It hadn’t.

“Can I come in?”

He’s been invited in; he was on the first night. Still, he asks now.

“Okay.”

You shut the door as he enters. Then, pulling the blanket closer to you, you nod to the couch. He follows, but you sit on separate ends.

“You look warm,” he says.

You bite back a reply to say you feel the opposite. In fact, your whole apartment feels cold without him. “What brings you here?” You repeat instead.

“I miss you.” He shrugs off his boots, but leaves the jacket on. “And I’m sorry.”

You furrow your eyebrows and he immediately sighs.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. The only time we’ve talked in weeks is at the grill, and even then, I’ve been distant.”

“Mhm. So why now? What changed?”

“I promised you I’d be the best boyfriend I could be when we started dating, and I know for a fact that I haven’t been. And things have been difficult lately, y’know, since 1903, and the wedding, and the… everything. There’s been a lot of change. A lot of adjustments.” He’s stalling and you both know it.

“Make your point, Parker,” you say coldly.

“I was sitting at the grill, just now, watching this couple. They were both drunk off their asses and being all handsy, and the bartender kicked them out for it, and everyone in that bar knows what they’re doing right now. But on their way out, they had to pass me, and heard them both tell the other they loved them, and it made me think of you. The first time you told me you loved me. The first time I said it back, and the first time I recognized I felt it, even if I didn’t understand it. Made me think of you, and our relationship, and what I’ve seemingly abandoned, but I promise, I never wanted this to become of us.” Tears well in his eyes as he rambles. You’ve never seen him cry. “Everything I said, that night after I left, was true. I’m so scared to hurt you that I don’t even want to put you in a position where I could. And on top of that… don’t you hate me?! I ruined your life, Y/N. I ruined your best friends’ lives, I killed my whole family. Why don’t you fucking hate me?!”

“Do you want me to hate you?”

“No! I love you, and you’re the only person who has ever loved me, but I’m a fucking horrible person.”

“Everyone in this town is fucking horrible, have you seen it? People, in general, are flawed and vicious, and yet most people have at least a few to whom they stick, and love, and are loved back.”

“You’re not like that.”

“But I still have flaws.”

“Your only flaw is loving me.”

“Kai-”

“Don’t-”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me,” you snap, getting upset. “If I want to fucking love you, I will. I don’t see it as a flaw, no matter what you’ve done. I’m so pissed off at you right now, how you come here and act like loving you is a chore, when you’ve been the absent one. I haven’t slept well in five fucking months because I’ve been worried about you. I don’t care what fears you have about hurting me. If you feel that way, then let us work through it. I’d rather have at least been given the chance to help you than for you to just block me out. I do love you, and while I have to convince myself every day that you still love me, it doesn’t make me love you less. I fucking wish I could. If I could, I’d turn off my fucking humanity and not give a shit, but I can’t do that, so I sit in this apartment and rot.”

He opens his mouth, but then stops and bites his tongue. Smart.

“I can’t take this anymore, emotionally.” You finally say. “I need you here or I need you out.”

To avoid his gaze any longer, you stand up and head to the kitchen. He watches you turn on the Keurig and retrieve a cup, but doesn’t say anything. You turn your back for two seconds to grab the creamer from the fridge, and when you turn around again, he’s there, pulling sugar from your cupboard. You jump, not used to seeing him move so fast, and for a moment, forgetting heretics could. He swallows hard, seemingly taking it as a sign you’re afraid of him.

“Give me that,” he gestures to the carton in your hand. His tone is gentle, there’s nothing demanding about it.

For some reason, you do. You stand there, watching, as he crafts your cup of coffee in the way he always would. He has a way in the kitchen that you’d never understand.

He snaps his fingers, and immediately you bring him the cinnamon from your spice rack. It’s muscle memory, part of your routine.

He then puts the cup under the stream of hot coffee as the Keurig works its own magic. Eye contact is avoided at all costs. He stares down at your marble cabinet. Your eyes are trained on his arm.

When the coffee is done pouring, he sets it in front of you to cool. For a minute, you won’t touch it. For a minute, he can explain.

“I still love you. And in an attempt to not hurt you, I hurt you worse than I could’ve imagined. It’s not an excuse, but 1903 did something to me. I shut down, emotionally, I think. It felt hopeless, any chance of escaping, or of seeing you again. My only company were the heretics that had been there for a century and had no idea, whatsoever, of how to escape.” He’s running out of time. You watch the steam cool off the top of your cup.

“I told them about you, and how much I loved you… because I was feeding them. I woke them all up and let them drink from me. Those scars all healed when I turned, but my arms and neck were littered with bites. God, I’m glad you didn’t see it. But I was so bored, and lonely, and wanted to know if they had any idea of how to get out. Again, they didn’t. But then, one day that we were plotting an escape, I remembered how we got Bonnie out, and realized it would be applicable to that time, considering Quetsi-what died in the days of the Greeks.”

You almost chuckle at that.

“But when I got out, I was so hellbent on revenge, that I did what I did, and I know I did everything wrong, and I should’ve just come to you, but my brain isn't… wired that way.” He hesitates to say that detail. At the end of the day, he’s still a sociopath. If revenge is on his mind, it’s the only thing on his mind.

“And so I’m sorry about all of it. I swore I would protect you, and that included protecting you emotionally, and I’ve failed at that. I don’t want out, I want to be here, if you’ll have me back.”

You take a sip of the coffee, now cool. The flavors are perfect and warm your cold soul up just the way you’ve needed it for months.

“I’d rather have you with me than anywhere else,” you admit.

“Every day without you has been a living hell.”

“Where have you been sleeping?”

“Sometimes with the heretics. Sometimes in the old Lockwood cellar, or just the woods. A couple times…” he stops himself.

“A couple times?”

“Outside your apartment. In the bushes. Where I could hear your heartbeat, but could keep a safe distance.”

“Kai…”

“I really hope you watched a lot of sad movies, and that they were the reason for your tears.”

You bite your lip. You both know you didn’t.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry.” In half a second, he’s in front of you, rubbing his thumb along your chin.

You still don’t look at him. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t. I swear-” he stops. He swore to you last time. “I promise I won’t. I won’t leave you, ever.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Tears flood your eyes once more as you wrap your arms around his body. You bury your face in his chest, and he pulls you close. Hands find their way to your hair, massaging your head comfortingly. With time, you find your way back to the couch, coffee in hand. But despite the strength of the coffee, you’re asleep in no time. You’re finally back in the warmth and safety of his arms.

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xanticore · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

part one

Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse. Rehab. ( Sad ending for Kook but he understands why )

Setting: early 2000s ,, New York

Summary: After months of being in rehab, Jungkook was able to get fully sober and just wanted a restart. He's finally back in his band and ready to properly take on his career. The band was in New York just hanging out at the mall until he noticed you with a new boyfriend.

Rockstar!Jungkook

My brother picked me up from the rehabilitation center and I was greeted with my members sitting in the back of the truck. They all popped confetti and screamed in admiration for me as I was fully better. I couldn't help but smile and screamed with them. I felt like a changed man and I was determined to leave the drugs and drinking alone for good.

I was able to get over my father's death and my mother walking out. All I really needed was someone to talk to instead of having my emotions be bawled up. I was overwhelmed with my own self-stressing myself out. I had amazing resources but ended doing something that I wasn't supposed to.

The members really kept me in check throughout our comeback album. During interviews, I was prepared for the questions where fans were desperate to know. I told them the truth and made a promise to everyone, letting them know I won't go through such a path ever again.

I was diagnosed with major depression and still have to take anti depressants every day to keep me from doing anything stupid. My members- Jaehyun specifically, was on my ass about me taking my pills as if I was some kid. I eventually took an understanding and just listened to him.

It was a friday night and our band was backstage getting ready to go on the tonight show with Jay Leno. I was a bit nervous as it was going to be my first time being in front of a live audience in awhile. I was getting my hair and makeup done, as my leg were shaking on the chair. Yugyeom took noticed as he was sitting next to me reading a magazine.

"Kook, you alright bro?"

"Yeah..just nervous"

"It'll be okay"

Yugyeom gave me a reassuring grin before caressing my thigh. It honestly calmed me down a bit. I was nearly on the verge of breaking down into a panic attack. I did my breathing exercises before it was time to go on to national television.

The interview went very well and was comfortable after Jay didn't say anything about my addiction but instead asked if I was a-ok. The band went along to perform our new single flawlessly; leaving the fans screaming. I could tell people really did miss and care for me when I took a moment to take out my earpiece. They were chanting my name.

It made me a little teary eyed as I walked back to our dressing room.

Saturday afternoon came around and me and the gang was out just having a chill time. We walked around manhattan and eventually just ended up at a mall. We all had some shopping done and just took ourselves a break at the food court. Eunwoo was kind enough to treat everyone with a burger meal-which we dreaded on paying him back.

"Kook, I just wanna say- we all wanna say that we are proud of you. If you have any issues please..don't hesitate to tell us." Eunwoo said, giving me a purple and black box. "What is it?" I asked smiling out of curiosity..still having some burger in my mouth.

"It's a gift from us- to you." Jaehyun answered. "Open it." I went along and opened the box. Inside was a Vivienne Westwood ring. A ring similar to a character from an anime I took fond of while in rehab. There was also a note inside it that read...

Jungkook, were so proud of you that you made it this far in your life. We were all scared for you and wanted whats best for you. We hope in the future we will always bring a smile to your face as we play our instruments. We love you Jungkook and we will be here with you until the day we die. - The rest of owlsleep

I read the note at least three times before getting up to form a group hug. I put on the ring and it fit perfectly. I really don't think I would be here without them...more likely her as well. We continued our chatter on random topics and ate our lunch.

I eventually became full and just sat at the table listening to the guys bickering about power rangers. I wasn't really looking at anything particular in the food court but the second I did, my heart skipped a beat. (name) was sitting at a table, at least 7 tables away from us. My smile faded seeing a guy sit next to her , kissing her on the cheek.

I never stopped thinking about ever since that night me and Jaehyun gotten into that argument. I wonder if she knows that im alive...If im..ok? I couldn't just walk up to her after all I said to her. I felt defeated. I guess this was karma doing it's work.

"Kook you ready to go?" Snapping out of my thoughts all the trashed was picked up and Yugyeom was standing there waiting for an answer. I chuckled out of embarrassment. "Yeah.."

We walked out of the food court and I had made no moves. It's what I deserve and I know now, she's happy and relaxed with someone else.

That's all I care about.

a/n: i hope yall like pt2. somewhat happy ending but it's what kook deserves. yall like the Nana reference ?

dividers : cr to owners

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Prelude: "This Better not Awaken Anything in me"

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

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Next part: getting started

Summary: While having sex, you and santi find out a mutual fantasy...

WARNINGS: piv, rough sex, finger sucking, anal play, hair pulling, spanking, soft aftercare, after sex check in, talk of group sex, talk of anal and oral.

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Santiago was unrelenting today. You’d often heard the term “fuck you into the mattress” and it seems Santi was taking this literally. He had you on your stomach, pillow under your hips, hand pressed down between your shoulder blades that had initially cracked your back as he pressed down, making him break out of character, giggling a bit as he asked if you were okay. When he knew he hadn’t inadvertently hurt you, and kissed the area he cracked, he went back to fucking into you, pressing you down, muffling your moans and cries when his other hand slapped your ass. While he had went down on your generously long, he hadn’t allowed you to come, preferring to build you up tonight.

When he heard you mumbling into the comforter, he let up his weight on your back, allowing you to lift your face up. He always did this if he thought you were trying to say something, Santi always let up to let you talk, in case you wanted to express your needs or use a safeword.

“More” Was all you managed to get out.

A slight chuckle behind you, and although you couldn’t see him, you could imagine the grin on his face. “You need more, pretty girl? Eight inches ain’t enough for you?”

“Need, no, need- fuck!” You were a babbling mess, the thick drag of his cock through your walls and feeling him hit in your stomach making forming a coherent thought impossible.

“What’s wrong baby?” His tone was teasing, each snap of his hips making the thoughts you were gathering shatter and restart. “Am I fucking you stupid?”

You whine out a mhm, and he slows down, eliciting another whine.

You felt Santi’s sweaty body fold over you, encasing you, right arms covering yours and interlacing your fingers together, while his left brushed hair that was stuck to your face, his hips continuing to move himself inside you, slow and tender to allow you to think. “Tell me what you need, baby girl” he pressed kisses into your neck.

“Need your fingers”

He obliged, moving his hand to wrap around you, playing with the bundle of nerves above where he entered you. “Like this?” You shake your head, and feel him smile against your neck. “Ah.”

He leaves you, a shiver of chills as your skin disconnected, and Santi runs his hands up and down your back, easing the transition to the cold air. He slides his hands back down, one resting on your cheek, kneading the soft skin and the other delivering a harsh slap. You yelp and your body jolts.

“Shh, shh” Santiago rubs the spot, still bruised from previous nights. “I’ll give you what you want sweetie, always will, I’ll always take care of you.” Placing a hand on the small of your back, his thumb traced over the tight ring of muscle. “Like this?” His hips never stopping slowly thrusting into you.

You felt him spit on your hole, then push his thumb inside. All you can do is moan, melting back into the bed.

He began to pick up speed again, his thumb matching his growing pace. “You like that baby? You like me filling you up?” He doesn’t need your answer, the wet squelch of your cunt answering for you. Santiago leans around you again, managing to keep his thumb in you as two fingers from his other hand tap at your lips, asking for permission which you gladly granted, accepting him even more into you.

“Fuck baby,” he mumbles in aw. “So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Desperate to please me, to take me everywhere?”

You nod, sucking on his thick fingers.

Santiago pulls back, wet fingers pressed against your lower neck, you turn your face back into the mattress. Fuck he feels good, pounding into you so deep, you were sure if he pressed his hand against your stomach, he’d feel himself in you. Tears pricked at your eyes, he had been edging you for nearly an hour at this point.

“All pretty and submissive for me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Like me shoving my cock wherever I wanted?”

The only response out of your mouth was the repetitive ‘uh, uh, uh’ in time with each time his dick hit that perfect spot.

“Or do you just like feeling full? Huh? Like feeling all your holes stuffed up like a greedy fucking whore?” Santi pressed his full upper weight onto you, shoving you into the soft mattress. The room smell of sex and sweat, and you could hear his grunts, working himself up. “You like being filled? My fingers not enough, want me to call one of the guys over? Hm? Want me to have Will fuck your ass while I’m in this tight little pussy?”

The blood drained out of your shit, how did he know that? Had you said something in your sleep during one of those many dreams you had of Will Miller ravaging you?

“You’d like wouldn’t you? Maybe Benny too, shoving his cock down your throat? Both Miller brothers inside you at once?”

Shit, shit fuck he was tapping deeper into your fantasies. You groan as the coil tighten, praying to god he lets you come soon, unsure how long you can hold it.

His thrusts remained powerful and harsh as he traded the thumb in your asshole for two fingers, stretching you, but the pace was faltering. You inch your ass back, eagerly taking what he gives you.

“Or maybe you’d like all of them, taking turns with your fucked out cunt. Frankie’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, I wanna watch you struggle to take him all in” Santiago felt you tight around him at the thought of that, the mattress doing little to block the loud moan that escaped you.

Santi laughed darkly. “Yeah, I’d bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you” he wrapped his large hands around the back of your neck, squeezing in the sides to block the oxygen. “Have the guys sharing you, passing you around, all inside you at once, f-fuck” He groans, the idea of his perfect girl being so good for his friend, taking care of them. “While I watch them fuck you, make sure I know how lucky I am to have you, shit, baby, you want that?”

He couldn’t make out what you said, but you doubts it was comprehensible anyway, the world around you was fading, only his cock existed. That is, until his fist grabbed your hair, yanking you up to where his face was waiting for you. “I asked you a fucking question bitch” Santi spit into your hung-open mouth. “Little slut too fucked out to speak?” his tone condescending. “Answer me and I’ll let you come. Do you want Frankie, Benny and Will to stretch you open?”

You muster every bit of comprehension you have to sputter out “y-es, yes daddy” before your face was thrown back into the soft fabric.

“Then come for me” he grunted, slapping your ass and watching the fat jiggle as you screamed, the floodgates finally opened after an hour of edging. He punctured his words with harsh thrusts as he came, balls slapping against you “Dirty. Fucking. Whore.” He slammed into you one more time, feeling his cum spill inside. You briefly wonder what it would feel like to feel Frankie take over next, but right now you were too tired to carry that fantasy much further.

You come to with a warm rag cleaning both holes, Santi muttering softly about how good you were for him, ‘my perfect girl’ ‘sweet thing’ ‘such a good girl’ He sat on the side of the bed, coaxing your face out towards him again, a gentle adoring smile on his face. “Hey princesa, you feel okay?”

Nodding eagerly, you smile right back at the love of your life. “I’m doing great, you?”

Santi couldn’t help chuckling at that. You always asked how he was, despite the fact it was him inflicting the pain. “Fucking fanstastic. Can I massage you, or would that be overwhelming right now?”

“Massage would be great, Santi”

He happily obliged, getting the lotion he kept on in the draw of the nightstand for the dry patched on your arms, which he rubbed lotion into first, before focusing on your upper back and neck that he pressed so hard into. “Anything hurt?”

“Can you get the right shoulder? It’s a little stiff. Not from you, hurt it carrying a box.”

He gives a small tsk, “Wish you would’ve told me, I would have been more careful. You know you can tell me if theres something to be careful around, or if you don’t want anything rough.” You knew this, of course, but Santi always reiterated this to you, making sure you knew he meant it.

“I know baby, forgot about it until just now, promise. I’ll always tell you if I don’t like something”

“I know you will, Carino. Makes me so proud of you when you trust me.” A pause. “You wanna talk about that now? Or wait on it?”Santi referenced the fact you had both open stated you wanted his friends to fuck you.

“We can talk about it now…” You were nervous. You did find them all attractive, ridiculously so… But you were worried that what Santi said was just dirty talk. Would he think less of you? Would he actually think of you as a whore, and not in the way you had previously discussed for sex? Would he think you’d cheat? Think you’re dirty? Would he-

“Hey sweetheart” Santiago briefly paused his massage to kiss you back to attention. “I can hear you thinking from here. It’s okay, this is why we talk about things, this room is a judgment free zone. Do you actually want- wait no, let me start…” Santi took a breath. “That wasn’t just talk for me” He moved his hands to between your shoulder blades, thumbs working your spine. “That wasn’t just talk for me, I’d love to see that… with one or all of them, whoever. I trust them all with my life, and with you. I know I made you say you wanted it so you could come, but that was my horny brain talking. I want you to be honest with me, baby.”

You could always be honest with Santi. You rolled your shoulders. “I feel much better, can you hold me please?”

“Of course” Santi laid down, pulling your chest to his. “Is that you dodging the question? Because we can discuss it later, I just think we should talk about it eventua-”

“I want that. Do you think… do you think they’d want to?”

Santi shrugged a bit. “I don’t know, good chance they might. I know Frankie and Benny have been with girls together”

“I doubt Will wants to have sex with the same girl his brother is fucking”

“You never know baby, I can ask, see their thoughts, what they may or may not be into?” He He watched your face frown. “Or not! I could just talk to Will, see if he’s interested in you me and him, or we can just pretend this never happened, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable”

You shift a bit. “I don’t want them to think badly of me”

“Oh honey” Santiago kissed the crease between your brows. “They would never. Even if they weren’t interested, no one would judge you.”

You considered for a moment. “Do it” You whispered, breathing out shakily, nervous but excited “All of them”

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Okay y'all this is bc of a convo me and @kittyofalltrades had with @dameronscopilot so uuuuhhhhhhhhh if this fic gets 50 notes I'll go out of my norms and write group sex between reader and all 4 boys which is gonna be HARD but ima try.

so make sure you reblog

tagging the usuals

PART 2 IS HERRREEE

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @welcometostayingawake @in-between-the-cafes @lucianadraven32 @milkymoon2483 @ahookedheroespureheart

#santiago garcia #santiago garcia reader #triple frontier reader #triple frontier #tf boys #triple frontier boys #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #santiago garcia smut #triple frontier smut #smut

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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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Let Me Put You In Your Place

[Elves and Ainur Brat Taming x reader]

A/N: I contemplated on whether to post this now or later, but to post it I must.

Warnings: smut, spanking, manhandling, mature themes

Ultimate brat tamers – they live to tame you, they love when you act up leaving you to run your mouth and carry on with your outrageous attitude, leading you to believe that you have the upper hand, that you can have your way and get away with it. How wrong were you? Your bratty behaviour was their number one kink. What triggered them into overdrive was the look you gave when you disregarded their warning stare. Waiting till it’s just you two in private, they walk right up to you and easily bring their hands around your neck, backing you against a nearby walk and bracing their other arm beside your head. Maintaining eye contact, they’d bring their face close to yours leaving only an inch of spacing between your lips before speaking. “Whatever gave you the impression that you could act like that…towards me, huh?” they’d apply a little more pressure around your neck causing you to resist the urge to roll your eyes into your head. “What do you have to say for yourself? Nothing, not so much of a talker now, huh? Why don’t you throw another one of your tantrums for me, right here and now? Don’t be shy, you clearly weren’t minutes ago.” it was a trick question because no matter how you answered, your punishment was booked. They would have a ball of a time punishing you – they want to see, make, and hear you beg for them. There were times when their patience ran thin and all they’d do was drag you off to a secluded area before bending your over to fuck the attitude out of you whilst making you cry and beg. You would learn your lesson, or maybe they expect you to repeat the same mistake so they could ravish you again. It’s their kink after all. “Oh no sweetheart I’m not stopping, you wanted this because you knew it would lead to this like every other time, so take it.”

FEANOR, Maedhros, CELEGORM, CARANTHIR, CURUFIN, Amras, FINGOLFIN, Argon, Angrod, ECTHELION, Maeglin, BELEG, Elladan, OROMË, TULKAS, Tilion

Sneaky brat tamers – OH, THEY ARE THE WORSE OF THEM ALL. They enjoy taming you, it’s a favourite activity in the bedroom that brings a bit of spice to your life. However, it’s not their ultimate kink like others, they don’t mind when you act up because they know that you know that they know your motives. Since that’s the case, they aren’t really in a hurry to tame you because they have their own trick up their sleeves. They’d sit and watch you throw your attitude from time to time, leaving you to carry on thinking that they’re not bothering you, truth is, they were making a silent list of everything you did over a period of time before they strike. Waiting for you to get comfortable and relaxed, falling back into your regular attitude, that’s when they’d strike. You’d walk into the trap without realizing it one bit, only when they asked you to try something new tonight that’s when you realized what they planned. “What’s wrong love? I thought that this was what you wanted from the beginning when you had thrown all those tantrums? You thought I didn’t notice? Oh, but I did, I mean look at the state you’re in…it’s all because I paid attention.” their hands would be gripping your cheeks as they spoke to you so sweetly while watching your fumble around for your words. “Shhh, you don’t have anything to say besides moaning my name tonight and apologizing...the moaning will come later though,” Flipping you over onto your stomach, they would pull your ass in the air, rubbing it lightly, “Here's what's going to happen...I'm going to fuck you into this bed and you're not going to cum unless I feel sorry for you, but firstly, you’re going to count and if you miss, we restart. So, let’s see how many times you’ve acted up? It's alright though, you can mess up if you'd like, we have all night.”

MAEDHROS, MAGLOR, Curufin, Amrod, FINGON, FINROD, GLORFINDEL, Ecthelion, EGALMOTH, ELROND, Elrohir, IRMO, MANWË, NÁMO

One-Time brat tamer – they’re a bit similar to the sneaky ones but the difference is that they really tend to overlook your attitude and tantrums and only strike when it’s overbearing. It’s not a build-up of all the tantrums you threw before, it’s just for that one you were performing earlier on thinking that you could get away with it. They wouldn’t even notice the other times, it was just this performance tonight that triggered them. The thing is though, you’d never know which performance of yours would be the right one to rile them up until you’re bent over or pressed down into the mattress having the life and the attitude being fucked out of you. Walking right up to you, they’d calmly speak informing you to step aside with them, not once would you pick up a hint of anything. It’s only when the door is closed and your back is slammed against the wood and you see the glint of arousal but displeasure in their eyes, you’d understand. They’d take their time to deal with you since you believed you had all the time in the world to act up. “The entire night you carried on and on ignoring the stares I’d cast at you, warning you to behave…too many chances were given and now all’s gone. What do you have to say for yourself? You’re sorry? I don’t believe so.” They wouldn’t be aggressive with their movements, but harsh to deliver their message, yes, they would. However, they do expect you to learn your lesson and let it be a one-timer. “Don’t ever let this happen again, understood? I don’t need to repeat myself, do I? Good, because if I were you, I wouldn’t want to keep this up love, you’d come to regret it,” with a small smirk on their faces which speaks that they enjoy the thrill of taming you.

Caranthir, CELEBRIMBOR, Turgon, FINARFIN, Aegnor, Galdor, ERESTOR, ËONWE

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Taglist: @edensrose @cilil @spidergirla5 @eunoiaastralwings @aconstructofamind @mysticmoomin @lilmelily @noldorinpainter

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thirteen-jades · 3 months ago

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hi Gamer! :3

1. Games you’re currently playing?

2. Do you like playing with mods?

5. Games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed?

8. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved?

13. A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to? damn, i wish i'd asked nee-san this one, i missed it earlier...

14. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing?

19. A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

23. A game ending that’s really stuck with you

32. Game you think you’ll finish next?

35. What's your favorite genre of game?

56.Multi-player or single player?

57. Ask anything you wish!: Games you're looking forward to playing soon?

❤

1. Games you’re currently playing?

OSRS, Ace Combat 4, and Old World are the main ones I think? Also Wartales whenever the GOG and Steam versions sync so we can actually do that again

2. Do you like playing with mods?

I tend to default to not modding things just because for a long time mods never really seemed to work right for me in just about anything I tried to apply them to. I've been doing it more though, and I think they're frequently quite good.

5. Games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed?

Armored Core 6 has to take the #1 spot here I think, but there's a bunch of others too. In no particular order, Old World, Old School Runescape, Ace Combat 4, Age of Empires 2, and... probably a lot of others I'm forgetting. I think I first played Wartales more than a year ago, but I've really been enjoying the recent playthrough again

8. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved?

Dark Souls. That game was an absolute blast, even if I was remarkably bad at it at first. One of the few things that's gotten me so immersed/distracted that I actually forgot to do homework/school-related responsibilities.

Oh, I'd have to think here. Starcraft was my old favorite for sure, but I've sorta fallen off the train with that one, so to speak. I'm not sure there's much left that I still play from my early days? I think if I had to pick *something* for an answer, it would be Lego Racers. I really liked that as a kid. Should go back and replay them sometime

14. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing?

None of the games I'm currently playing are particularly heavily character-focused I think, unless I'm forgetting one. If we include TTRPGs, then my PC for Skull & Shackles. Otherwise maybe my character's daughter from that one Old World campaign that snuck out of her room three nights in a row to go fuck some other noble family's daughter. I really liked her

19. A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

There's a lot of them, but Gothic 2 and Planescape: Torment both come to mind

23. A game ending that’s really stuck with you

Mary Skelter 2. You know why

32. Game you think you’ll finish next?

Ace Combat 4 tonight, probably/hopefully!

35. What's your favorite genre of game?

RPGs, particularly when they actually remember what the first two letters of the acronym stand for

56. Multi-player or single player?

Never choose "or" when "and" is on the table

57. Ask anything you wish!: Games you're looking forward to playing soon?

Many! AC4, AC 6-7, trying out Runescape 3, the eventual AC6 DLC/expansion, probably some others that are eluding me still. Maybe Elin sometime too

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em1e · 1 year ago

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夏 // COOL ABOUT IT // [ LEAVE ] ⠀ ༝ ༝ geto suguru ⠀ ༝ ༝ 436 words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst !! the bad ending ⠀ — you choose to leave . . . ?

a year and three months passes without your return.

you’d left the shabby hotel at geto’s request, him insistent on still caring for you despite your protests and ability to do it all yourself. all he asked was that you promise, in the event of something happening to him, you would take the girls back. you’d take care of them again, if he needed you to.

and you agree.

without hesitation, you do, because knowing geto so well lets you pick up on his tips and tricks, and you fear the potential hidden truth behind his words.

the knock on your door is a surprise.

it’s a late, cold august night, and you’ve already made the decision that your warm pajamas and the blanket around your shoulders wouldn't be leaving your form. the knocking on the door doesn’t change your plans, but it does deviate them a bit.

seeing the two girls completely derails them, though.

they’re bundled in layers, bags on their shoulders, the remnants of tears on their cheeks as they stand in front of you.

wordlessly, you pull them to you, and their cries restart at your embrace. somehow, you manage to pull them from the cold, into your home and to your couch, and let them hold you and cry and cry until there’s nothing left for them to let out.

your own lip wobbles at the implication of them being here, not hard to speculate why they could be crying, but you remain still-faced for their sake. whispers telling them it will be okay, i’ve got you now, everything is going to be fine.

you help them out of their big sweaters, make the beds they’ll be sleeping in now for them, ready to tuck them in like you used to, when mimiko grabs your wrist as you pull the blanket over her chin.

“can . . . can we sleep with you? just for tonight?”

you look over at nanako, who seems to share the same desire with her sister, lip pulled between her teeth as she awaits your answer. your own head is moving before you realize, in short jerks of a nod as you untuck mimiko from her covers so they can follow you back to your room.

a queen bed that used to easily fit you, geto, and the two girls between you now struggles to hold just the three of you, but there are no complaints as the two curl into your side and hold you, hold each other, like it could be the last time.

they fall asleep to you rubbing their backs, the sound of your heart beating.

[ STORY ] ༝ ༝ [ STAY ]

#suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #salmon rowe

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skydcncer · 2 years ago

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what’s their love language? are they an affectionate person? how do they feel about pda? what do they consider their worst habit?

what’s their love language? Kind of on the fence, but leaning towards actions. He isn’t shy about compliments and praise, but his actions definitely speak louder sometimes. Flirting comes second nature, but hand holding and cheek kisses are probably the best way to know how much he really means all those compliments.

are they an affectionate person? how do they feel about pda? Very affectionate. And I mean very affectionate. When he’s actually somewhat involved with someone, or even cares about them a bit too much, he’s all over them. In public he’s more... ‘normal’. Maybe a little kiss or hand holding, nothing too serious usually. Unless whoever he’s with doesn’t mind a little more pda.

what do they consider their worst habit? The random psycho analyzing of most people he talks to. Mid conversation and he’s thinking way too much into the sentence they just said. He can’t exactly help it but he thinks it might be annoying to others. So he tries to keep it to himself.

#❝ tonight - restart from this night. ❞ ⇢﹙ ask answered. ﹚#❝ case files. ❞ ⇢﹙ headcanons. ﹚#points at yagami. whore.#this seems like tame but on god its so bad.#i cant even begin to describe it

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turtlethebean · 8 months ago

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BenJacob Week Day 2: Loss

(Sorry for not uploading anything for day 1, I was sick, and it kind of snuck up on me)

Read it on AO3: All That's Dead and Gone - Turtle_The_Bean - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

If you're wondering why there was no content for this week yesterday, it's not because it was art on Tumblr this time. I was sick over the past week so it just kinda creeped up on me. Anyways, enjoy!

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Ben always enjoyed the nighttime. When he was working for the military, it was the only time he would get away from others, but now, it was a time for him to relax with some chamomile tea while looking at the stars. It was peaceful, being alone with his own thoughts and a cup of tea beneath the stars. A nice way to unwind after a busy day.

However, tonight was not going to be as peaceful and relaxing as it was supposed to be.

It started off normal enough. He made his tea and was just about to take it outside when he heard knocking at the door. He wasn’t expecting any visitors, especially this late at night, so he peeked through the peephole. His best friend, Jacob Arrow, was standing outside, covered in blood. Frightened by this sudden interruption of his usual routine, he put his tea down on a nearby table and helped his friend into his house.

“Jake, Jesus, what happened to you?” Ben asked as his friend almost collapsed in his arms.

“I…I haven’t a clue.” Jacob panted, clutching his head with one hand and his chest with the other. Between the whole ordeal that he just escaped from and running all the way to Ben’s house, he felt dizzy, more than likely due to the hyperventilation.

“Well, before you explain, let me sit you down and fix you a cup of tea. I’ll tend to your wounds as well.”

Jacob sat himself down on the couch while Ben returned to the kitchen to make some tea for his friend. He made oolong tea, seeing as times like this would typically call for one’s favourite tea, and grabbed the first aid kit from a drawer before heading into the living room.

He first got Jacob to remove his hand from his face, revealing a deep wound underneath. It looked like it would scar, but the military made both of them used to scars. He stitched up the wound before putting a bandage on it. He then moved on to the other wounds, which were scattered around his body.

“Thanks for this.” Jacob sighed solemnly, taking a sip of his oolong tea to distract himself from the mental and physical pain.

“No problem. I mean, what are friends for?” Ben chuckled, fixing a wound on his waist, “Anyways, you mind explaining to me what happened to you?”

“I’m trying to figure that out myself. Some deranged lunatic attacked me and Lily. It…it was a weird experience.”

“Is…is Lily okay?” Ben realised Jacob’s wife wasn’t with them. But she survived, right?

“I…I think she died. After I killed the guy who was attacking us, I went to make sure she was okay and…she was cold. She lost so much blood, and I didn’t get to her in time.”

Ben stopped himself in the midst of tending to Jacob’s wounds. He saw that his friend was crying and immediately put his first aid kit away to comfort him. Both of them wished it wasn’t real, but the tears rolling down Jacob’s face confirmed it. Lily was dead, and it was all because of some random person who had broken into their house.

While Jacob had killed the perpetrator, Ben still wanted to know who it was. After all, there were plenty of people who hated the military.

“Are you able to describe the guy who did this? Anything might help.” He restarted tending to his friend’s injuries. His new plan was to finish with these injuries and let Jacob sleep while he looked up the person who attacked him.

“Call me crazy, and trust me, I feel like it, but…I think it was a vampire.” Jacob answered, voice hoarse from crying.

Ben chuckled awkwardly before realising Jacob was being completely serious. He was joking, though, right? Maybe he was hallucinating from sleep deprivation? Something was definitely up here.

“What do you mean?” Ben finished the last of his friend’s injuries so that he could look him in the eyes.

“When he attacked Lily, he bit her in the neck. Now, I’ve seen people bleed out on the battlefield, but she bled out much faster than normal. That alone wouldn’t be enough to prove it, but then there was when I tried to kill him that confirmed it. He seemed…untouchable when I shot at him like the bullets were just going through him. It wasn’t until I cut his head off with an axe that I was able to stop him.”

He wasn’t joking. That definitely sounded like the vampires you would hear about in fiction. Watching your wife die to one was probably the worst way to find out they’re real, making Ben feel even worse for Jacob.

He wasn’t sure how else to react. Hell, he hadn’t even really seen Jacob cry before. The closest he got to that was his wedding day, but that was a completely different circumstance. Marrying your wife is different to watching her die right in front of you, and nobody should experience it, especially with how recent their wedding was.

“I feel like I need something stronger than tea. Do you want a beer?” Ben got up off the couch and walked over to his fridge to get himself a drink.

“No, right now, I think I just want to sleep.”

“Do you at least want another cup of tea to get you to sleep?”

“Nah, I haven’t even drunk half of this cup. Besides, I…I think I have an idea of what I’m going to do.”

“Really? You already killed the guy. What else can you do besides defend yourself in court when they realise you killed him in self-defence?”

“You remember that guy from the army who was always a bit…cuckoo? He wasn’t that much older than us, if I remember right.”

“Falcon? What about- Oh yeah, he used to say things like werewolves were real, didn’t he? Yeah, I think I see where you’re going with this.”

“He said he was going to hunt them down after he was discharged. I’m going to find him and see if he can teach me how to defend myself and others against these people. I don’t want anyone to end up like Lily…or me.”

Ben always admired Jacob’s bravery and determination to protect everyone around him, especially those he loved and cared about. Seeing this still shining through despite what happened that night gave him hope for his friend’s future. Sure, he had some learning to do, but Ben was certain he’d get there.

“Hey,” Ben took Jacob’s hands in his, “Jake, I’m not much of a fighter, but remember, if you ever need someone to help you with your wounds, especially in battle, then you can just call me. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

“Thanks, you have no clue how much that means to me, especially right now.” Jacob rested his head on Ben’s chest, falling asleep there. Ben prayed his racing heart wouldn’t wake him up but soon drifted off into a slumber of his own.

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SYDRICHIE FANFIC (cause im not good at titles, people) part one

note: never worked in a restaurant, I barely even know what I am saying with the slang being tossed around. Let's hope it makes sense.

words: 5k (ish)

rating: gen.

warnings: light mentions of anxiety. (And possible misspellings, im sorry in advanced)

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It was peak hour and the tickets were coming in hot and fast. Richie was out on the floor, serving food to guests and buttering them up while Sydney was yelling out the rapid orders and taking them down.

They were packed tonight and people’s orders were shooting out the ticket machine faster than Sydney could see.

Clashing sounds of dishes, silverware and cups were all around. Clouds of steam and smoke were in the air followed by sizzling. Plates and plates were being dished out and walked in what felt like milliseconds to Sydney.

Unlike the first night, Sydney was prepared. Her braids were held back into a tight bun and draped over with a sharp white bandana wrapped tight around her head, her eyes darted with each order with proficiency, and her hands were quick to scratch out orders.

She was getting in a zone, a fast and stressful zone and it felt freeing. The zone wasn’t safe nor a fun, not even close. But somehow that made it more exhilarating.

She had control over the life of chaos and it was powerful. Being able to handle it and go with the flow in a world that felt like it had none, now that was a feeling like no other

Everything was under control and even if it wasn’t; Richie, Tina, Marcus, Sweeps and Sugar got her. Hell, even Fak got her. They have each other, they hired an excellent group. Everything was under her control.

Well almost everything.

“That’s not cooked all the way you are supposed to steam. them.” It was Carmy’s voice Sydney heard. Unfortunately she wasn’t surprised.

He was in tonight, disheveled and tired practically screaming down the ear of an employee, Jacob.

“Do you know how to steam vegetables chef!?” Carmy is practically on the guy's ear.

The vegetables are burnt with a tangy smell in the air floating all over the kitchen, Sydney’s nose wrinkles. The station’s stove is too hot obviously with the burst of more and more smoke coming out of the pot’s rim. But Sydney can’t focus on that right now.

“Fire two by two t-bones!” The chefs respond to Sydney quickly. “Thank you chefs!’

Jacob is shaking like a leaf, his blond hair starting to fall out of place as he quickly restarts his process of cooking. His hand’s trembles as he cuts. Carmy is still there though. He hovers over him with cold blue eyes, practically trying to pierce into him with his glare.

Sydney looks down, “Fire bucatini two by two. T-bone to table 15 please!” The chefs responded.

As long as they can get through it without paying too much attention to Carmy, they’ll be good. His yelling got louder though. Sydney can see the poor chef shrink under Carmy.

Carmy kept asking rapid questions leaving strays of spit and vicious anger flying everywhere. His face was getting hotter by the second. At this point, it looked like his goal was to keep yelling until his face turned blue.

Sydney tries to interfere. “Chef!-”

“Not now, Chef” Carmy replies smoothly to Sydney before she’s able to finish. He keeps his eyes on his target the whole time. “Answer the question, Chef.”

“Yes chef, I know how to make veg...vegetables, chef…” The man whimpers quietly.

Oh boy.

The air is thick in the kitchen next to it’s usual smokey delicious air from the various foods they cooked.

His hands were shaky and he was practically vibrating with the vibrato of Carmy’s voice. He was starting to get too loud. The other chefs were staring, distracted by their works which Sydney had to remind and repeat commands to them to get the orders across correctly.

Carmy kept pestering the chef to go faster and faster, cook better. Holy shit he was so red. Sydney looks back down, four more orders past her, fuck.

“We gotta go move faster chefs, fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen, one focaccia to table 11 please, walk bucatini, cannolis two by two!”

“You’re falling behind!” Carmy’s voice comes into view at the wrong time. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Sydney still flinches with a pang of aching in her stomach.

They really were starting to fall behind right now.

“Fire two t-bones?” One of the chefs asked.

“Sorry, chef.” The man says, “I can’t focus with you this close-” Sydney can’t focus on that right now. She’ll deal with Carmy later. The five more tickets fire.

Sydney looks back at the chef who asked and shakes her head vehemently.

“No-” She glances at the clock, 5 more minutes. “Fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen,” She scratches out the various food items on the list below her.

So many fucking papers everywhere and the tickets won’t stop…

“One. Focaccia. To. table. 11. Please, walk the bucatini. And Marcus,” he raises his head up, “Cannolis two by two.”

Marcus nods, “Yes chef.”

He got her. The chefs are cooking, they got her. It’s fine they got this.

“Fire three t-bones and a welcome broth for table 12 and 8!” A rough jagged sigh drags from Sydney, “two by two focaccia.” And she keeps continuing the list.

“Four by four…” Deal with Carmy later,

“Two by two…” 4 1⁄2 minutes..

“Another four by four…” Why is Carmy so fucking loud?

“..to table 14 please!” Why is the ticket machine so loud??

“...hands for cannolis please, thank you chef!” Why is Sydney’s brain so fucking loud???

The kitchen’s door opens, it’s Richie.

He has a brisk pace, strolling in smoothly and so casually. He’s calm, level headed and relaxed. Sydney needs whatever fuck he’s on make him so easy going and clear headed in times like these.

He’s fixing his suit, pressing any creases and folds out with rough palms. He’s watching them, encouraging them yet pestering them to quiet and settle down so softly and nicely.

Good god it’s so uncanny of him. No more sweats, no more overpowering pine tree cologne, no more yelling and obnoxiously loud talking. He’s just oddly mature and reasonable, mannered and good. He smells good

And with that suit He looks so…

Sydney looks back down the tickets and continues calling out orders. She has no time to address whatever the hell that was because that’s not important. No more looking at Richie of all people like that.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees when Richie finally glances over at Carmy who’s lashing out on the chef next to him. He turns to face Sydney and their eyes meet for a brief moment as he fiddles with the cuffs of his suit.

Richie leans over to her, close enough for just her to hear. His breath brushed against her skin. His hand on her shoulder.

“Carmy’s gonna need to step out, Syd.” He says and Sydney knows he’s right, “The customers can hear him.”

Just as she expected. Sydney looks over to him now, he’s close. He stares at her with those bright eyes, they're like ocean waves crashing in the sea on a sunny day.

Unlike any of the other times they have gotten close and personal in each other's spaces, Richie doesn’t smell like cheap cologne and cigarettes. He smells fresh, minty and so good. He’s looking at her soothing concerned eyes.

How are they always getting this close and personal in each other’s spaces?

She nods at him. “I know.” and Richie gets it.

He watches as she sorts out the orders for a brief moment, like he’s assessing what he was gonna do. Camry was still yelling, getting red in the face. It reminds Richie of someone but he quickly lets that thought pass him.

Richie takes a breath and begins to make his way over to Carmy. He slips behind chefs, announcing his presence incase of a run-in. Some are giving Carmy quick glances that dart between him and Richie, asking if they should do something. Richie just nods at them to continue their work and they do.

He squeezes in between Carmy and the chef.

The guy was trembling, nearly knocking into other equipment.Maybe if Carmy could just calm the fuck down, the chef could do what he’s ask him.

Richie clears his throat. "Hey, cousin-"

“Back the fuck off, Richie.” Carmy doesn’t even hesitate to say.

But Richie wasn’t going to back down. This restaurant needs to thrive and Richie isn’t letting one (or a couple of) bad day(s) fuck up this resteraunt. Especially since Carmy himself worked so damn hard for it.

“No.” Richie says plainly, “You gotta step out or calm down Carm, the customers can hear you.” He tries to reason. But Carmy shakes his head softly,

"What? you trynna say I'm fucking up business?"

"Two by two for bucatini." Sydney's voice rings in the kitchen, 2 ½ minutes left.

Richie raises his hands in a soothing gesture, softly shaking his head, "You know I would never say that, cousin."

Carmy doesn't meet Richie's eyes. He paces around, hands on hips. Eyebrows furrowed, Richie tried to meet Carmy's eyes again but he refused to look at him. It doesn't even seem like Carmy was looking at anyone or anything.

Richie grabs a hold of Carmy's arm in the middle of his pacing"Hey hey!" Carmy doesn't respond, his head down.

Richie likes to say he knows Carmy, hell he practically grew up with him and Mikey. He was changing the fucker’s diapers and taking him to school in a beat up honda. He should know Carmy.

He should be able to read him just as well as he could read Natalie or Mikey. But it wasn’t the case at all. Whatever the fuck was happening right now had Richie feeling like he was being thrown to the sharks.

It makes him anxious, and when he gets anxious, he gets shitty thoughts.

Thoughts about Donna, the way she blows up in people’s faces and lashes out so viciously. Thoughts about Mikey and how he was acting months before what happened. How he felt like he was being thrown to the sharks with him too. Got that same pit in his stomach like now…

They just kept coming. They do this really fucked up thing where they fill up in his brain, removing any distractions so his attention is on them. And they like to whisper at him. Tell him shit that he knows everybody would disagree too.

“You’re worthless..”

“You serve no purpose..”

“You’re a loser..”

He tries not to agree with them and let them win. But sometimes they’re just so loud and they remind him of—

Sydney’s chuckling but there’s no humor to it “You wanna talk about fucking ugly, Richie?”

—things he’d rather not think about.

Richie's grip tightens on him, Carmy flinches but doesn't move his head, "Cousin." No response again.

"You're getting too loud and you're holding your staff behind. Go step out for a minute, cousin" Richie whispers

Carmy glares at Richie.

Sydney voice calls from what feels like afar "Hands for Cannolis please."

“Yes Chef!” Fak says. Fak and Sweeps were the only ones out there. Richie can't be here all day, they have job to do. So he straightens up

"I'm serious." Richie gives him a hard stare. "Put on your big boy pants—“

“Don’t fucking tell me-“

“This is your restaurant cousin.” Richie continues, “don't you wanna see it exceed?" He emphasizes by sticking a finger out to Carmy’s chest.

It was ironic to think about. All the other times Richie has brought up this place being Carmy’s, it was usually as a way to talk shit. This time though, he was being sincere.

Reminds Carmy of the times Richie would apologize for yelling too harshly at him when he was nine. Or when he tried encouraging him on his academics in when he was in high school. It's raw, close and loving. Cause Richie cares about him and his little dream of a fancy restaurant.

That what's makes Carmy pause.

He's still staring at Richie but it's no longer a glare. It's just painful and blue. Like how his eyes would get when Mikey and him didn't invite a young Carmy to any of their parties. It sends nostalgic wave down Richie's back.

Finally, Carmy was stepping away, a hand drags down his face. He briefly looked at the chef, finally out of the dream (or nightmare). The poor guy was shaken up, eyes stinging and nose runny.

"Fuck. I'm sorry.." Carmy raises a hand and the guy moves away. "Yeah I'll uh, I'll step out"

The crew watches as Carmy walks from Richie and for the back door, his head low. The restaurant is silent again for a moment. Then Sydney calls out another order and the chefs are back at it.

Like Sydney said, they got her. Richie got her.

The Bear was going great, amazing actually. It honestly felt unreal. The work, frustration, anger, fees oh the fucking fees and construction had paid off so smoothly. The restaurant was upscaled now, beautiful and classy. It was a complete turn around from the beef.

The kitchen was sleek and pristine, no more random stains and ominous (possibly expired) food in the refrigerator. The chefs worked together strategically and were actually taking the job seriously.

Richie cleaned up pretty well and really improved on himself. He was still charismatic and raunchy. But during work he really toned himself down, became more softer and mature, stayed relaxed during peak hours, and Sydney has barely even had an argument with him in the past week.

It was incredibly weird but Sydney was grateful for it.

She does get an aching pit of guilt every time they talk though. Mostly about the day she quit and the things she said (and did) to him.

She should probably talk to him about it and apologize.

“Syd, you good in there?” Speaking of which. Richie taps at his forehead with his hand, the other holding the steering wheel as he drives.

The night had settled and morning came, the blue and purple waves came to paint the sky as the sun began to arise. Chicago's mornings were cold and brisk as the weather changed and Sydney could see her breath visibly each time she spoke.

She shimmies in her jacket, Richies AC’s still busted but hey, he cleaned the car up pretty good. No more Arby's cups (or bags) scattered around the floor.

“Yeah. Just thinking.” She replies absentmindedly. Her body’s slumped in Richie’s passenger seat.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Richie teases.

“I should be saying that to you.”

“Yo you’re gonna be old too like me one day.”

“Oof don’t remind me.” And Richie laughs.

“Cold blooded, Syd, cold blooded.”

For the past few weeks, they’ve practically been carpooling. It started off as a one-off's, or just plan b's incase it was super late and money was tight. In plus Richie offered and Sydney doesn't turn down free rides. She was more than fine with sitting in tense, awkward silence as he takes her home.

But then it kinda became a habit. Richie always offered and Sydney always needed to save up money anyway.

Soon enough he was taking her everyday practically. They were listening to prank calls on the radio with small snickers and snorts by the absurdity. Sometimes quoting iconic lines to each other after work. Or listening in on talk about recent celebrity drama. Or maybe just sitting in silence as the engine rumbled.

The silence tension dimmed with every ride and soon enough, became comfortable and it was kind of calming. Something calm and quiet for once in the hectic world Sydney lived in. It was so so nice. To the point that Sydney was actually looking forward to the rides.

And Richie did that. So. Fucking. Weird.

She reminds herself to apologize. She'll find a way to. Kinda feels like it's a big conversation to have that needs time to be talked about.

But who was she kidding? Sydney chuckles at that thought. She doesn’t even have time for herself, let alone Richie.

“What’s funny?” Richie asks softly. Softly, surprising isn't it?

Funny thing about Richie is that in the morning his voice is so low and soft with a slight rasp. It's like whiplash to Sydney every time she hears that calm and quiet voice.

She wonders what he looks like just waking up in the morning. What his routine is like. Maybe he makes weird old man noises when gets up. Maybe he drinks coffee. He looks like he drinks his coffee straight black.

Then she immediately shoves those questions down into the deep pits of her brain to discuss with herself about later when she finds the time.

Which she probably won't so she's fine with that.

“You saw that video I sent you on instagram?” Richie ask.

“Yes I did and that was not funny at all.” Sydney remembers that dumbass video (and the other thousand videos) he sent her. She regrets ever giving him her instagram account.

She did skim through his though. Just a tiny skim.

He mostly post about sports teams, family, or Taylor swift? Didn’t expect him to be a Swifite but no judgment.

She saw his daughter, he post about her a lot. She’s adorable. Got those same bright blue eyes like her dad.

Richie smacks his lips “Ehh you don’t get it.” He makes a turn, “You’ll get it when you're my age.”

Sydney shakes her head, “Sure Richie, sure.”

The air between them is nice. Sydney liked it. Liked it feeling nice. She didn’t want to ruin that with weird feelings. She’s just gonna let the air be nice and not weird.

No weird air. Weird air can go fuck off. She’s not gonna be weird about this. She got better things to focus on, like the damn restaurant. And Carmy

Speaking of which, The Bear was doing good, stressful but good. A lot of orders means they’re getting a crowd. Means people like the food. Just need a new cook. They're good.

But Carmy. He's not good. Obviously. Sydney still doesn’t know what happened that night in the walk-in, but it was affecting Carmy and as a result, the chef’s workflow.

They’re lucky Jacob didn’t quit after what happened last night, they don’t need to be short of two chefs when they could barely find one as it is.

The new chefs, bless their hearts, have been getting the grunt of Carmy’s wrath. Mixed in with a couple of back and fourths he’s been having with Sydney. Which reminds her of Richie which gives her so much whiplash.

It’s like the two switched personalities on some Freaky Friday shit. Now Carmy is stressing her out more than anything.

Honestly, he's stressing everyone out.

He needs a break. (And he needs a damn hug, guy got a resting face of a depressed orphan puppy).

For the restaurant and for Carmy himself. Dude has just been so out of it it’s seriously scaring Sydney. When she’s talking to him, his gaze just seemed to be somewhere else so distant and far. Like he was in a different reality altogether.

Which Richie pointed out was weird cause he quotes, “always makes weird googly eyes at you Syd, kid’s obviously fucked.”

Which is–

Sydney’s not even going to go into that. No time for whatever the hell he’s going on about.

They pulled up into the parking lot, Natalie seemed to already be there. They come up right when she had gotten of her car, her hair blowing light with cold air.

Richie eyes her coat "She looks like a fucking eggplant.” He’s not entirely wrong.

She was wearing a warm looking purple jacket with a matching beanie, her hands shoved down into her pockets. She looked really snugged, probably warmer than Sydney is in this freezer like car. Dude really got to fix his AC.

But it's not like he has money for that anyway.

“You look like the grim reaper.” Sydney shoots back.

Small little smile grows on Richie’s face. He had on his infamous suit again, looks nice as always. And very professional. And that is all Sydney has to say about that damn suit. Not else. No other thoughts.

Richie murmurs as they pull up. “Better than looking like an eggplant.” And Sydney snorts.

Soon enough they were out of the car and coming to Natalie. She looked very worried…and tired. Her eyes were big and round with just worry all in them and her eyebrows were scrunched upwards.

Sydney, Richie and Natalie were all huddled in a circle at the front of The Bear, mostly for warmth.

Natalie crosses her arms, feet antsy. "You know, I really don't think he's okay..." she kept her voice low and soft like someone who hear besides them two.

Sydney noticed how her lips folding in on one another every breath she takes in-between talking.

"He's been really out of it lately." Natalie adds.

Richie nods in agreement, arms crossed and frame high.

"Was he ever okay?" Sydney says but immediately cringes at her wording. Richie and Natalie grimace at it.

Sydney's green jacket moves awkwardly with her as she tries to explain. "Sorry like- Was he, was he always like this but like-"

"Was he always so distant and estranged? I mean for these past couple of years, yes." Natalie began to answer, nodding along,"Have I ever seen him so..like that?" She takes a deep breath.

Her eyes are drawn down, her fingers begin to play with the fabric of her purple coat.

"No. Never."

Richie rubs a hand across his beard before grabbing his cigarettes. It'd be the first time in a while that Sydney had seen him smoke.

She guessed a new suit, proper manners, and calm mask doesn't fix a nicotine addiction and stress from work. She watches him as he pulls it out of his slick black suit and sticks one in his mouth. His lips aren’t necessarily pursed around the cig, more like dangling from the side of his mouth.

They seemed a little smooth too. Must've some chapstick on them. Maybe she was staring too hard because when she looked away from the, Richie’s eyes were on her's curiously.

She looks away.

‘stop it’, She scolds herself. No time to unpack or understand that.

Sydney turns her focus back to Natalie who hugs herself closer to her body. Her knit eyebrows creased her skin. She's looking at the ground as if the broken pavement and stomped out buds had the answers.

Sydney has bigger things to focus on. Carmy is the priority right now, not however the hell Richie smokes cigarettes or his lips.

"I don't want him working here," Natalie answers truthfully, "I understand it's his dream but, I don't want this to destroy him." Richie and Sydney get it.

It's Sydney who reaches out first, rubbing her arm soothingly. She gives her soft 'it's okay’ even if she doesn't believe it herself.

“I told him that he spent too much time here…I told him.” It's a quiet remark that could barely be heard under the breezy wind.

Richie grasps her shoulder with a sympathetic nod as well. the same way he did to Sydney a previous night.

“The kid’s not doing so great."

Way to state the obvious, Richie. Sydney doesn't say that out loud.

But it didn't take a genius to tell what she’s thinking by the look she gives him. Richie ignores it.

"The Claire thing has got em all screwed up right now." Richie continues. His words work around the cigarette. “He needs some time away from here so let’s give him that. Some time away from here and some support so he can get his shit together. Don't like seeing him like this.” Richie says that last part low.

“Yeah..” Natalie breathes.

It was strange how much he had changed in his week and it made Sydney think. Did he really change all that much?

Or was he always like this?

She thinks back to when he apologizes for the gun. When he asks her if she's okay after somebody shot their glass. Took accountability and felt guilty for the cigarettes being left out on the stove. How he was trying to help her with those damn vegetables when everything went to hell with the pre-order shit. How he was actually trying to help everyone that day.

How he didn't even give her shit for the knife.

‘Apologize to Richie about the knife’, She reminds herself. She should start putting some sticky notes on her mirror, her dad does that.

Sydney clears her throat and nods, "Agreed." She says simply, smoothing out her hair, "I'll text him that I can do interviews on my own."

Again, she thinks. Last time it was because of Claire too. Sydney didn't really know what happened to them, just that it was a pretty rough breakup.

She remembers trying to go back to comfort Carmy in some way that night. But the moment she was back inside, Richie had stopped her.

He had an inordinately soft look on his face, his posture heavy with ache. She doesn’t know what happened back there but from the looks of it, Richie and Carmy must’ve gotten into it. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook his head lightly.

It was the second time they had gotten close that night, the same good smell from earlier coming in to fill her senses. He rubs the thick hand on her shoulder as he dragged his palm up and down in a soothing gesture as if she was the one who’s hurt.

“He needs some time” is what Richie said that night, “Just go home, Syd, he’ll be okay.” Sydney remembers it vividly.

She also remembers wanting to give Richie a hug, pat, or something to soothe his troubles away. He looked like he really needed a warm hug. Maybe something even warmer..

She also remembers trying to shove that thought down the moment it reared it’s ugly head nights after. She has no time for that.

"Interviews?" Natalie asks. "For what? I thought all our spots were filled."

Sydney thins her lips. "Yeah well uh, Josh was smoking meth out back so obviously..." She trails off but Natalie understands nods.

Half of Sydney wishes she didn't tell her cause Natalie looks like she was just given a stack of paper work to do.

Natalie sighs, "Fucker..."

Richie softly snort.

“Yeah." Sydney grabs onto her bag at the hip, feeling for her papers through the fabric as a way to remind her of their presence, "The interviews are going to start at 10."

"Shit I'm sorry I can't help." Natalie softly murmurs, "I got an appointment at like 11:30."

Sydney smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes though, "I'll be fine, don't worry."

Natalie still looks worried but she smiles, thankful. It seems like a worried face is the only thing she pulls these days. She really needs a break. Her sleeping schedule was worn around her eyes. Her skin’s been looking sickly for a while and Sydney can’t help but think the stress from here is what’s causing it the most.

“Okay, well" Natalie whispers quietly and then glances at her watch, "I should probably go, just wanted to uh talk to you guys real quick."

She goes in for a hug to Richie. Sydney watches the way Richie hugs her. He seems a bit surprised at first but he accepts no less. She watches the way he engulfs her into his arms. They wrap around her nice and snug with a lil squeeze and give her a soft lil pat on the back at the end.

He really likes giving those tiny little pats. He even does it to pens, markers and papers.

He whispers something low and quiet that gets a weak but genuine chuckle out of Natalie before he lets go. He relaxes at the smallest glimpse of a smile from her. Like it was a make or break moment. It's really sweet to see him care so much.

Once again, Richie was surprising Sydney.

"Bye." Natalie says as she now hugs Sydney. She’s warm and soft. Her hugs are surprisingly really comforting. But for some reason all Sydney can think about is how Richie’s hug must've felt.

To be pressed against his chest of nice black fabric and good cologne. To have his voice dangling above her ear, whispering some shitty joke just to hear her laugh. Would he ever even give Sydney one if she needed it? Would he give her a little pat at the end?

Sydney brushes those thoughts away and returns the hug, squeezing just a bit too tight.

She whispers before letting go. "Take care of yourself." And watches a warm but exhausted and fragile smile slip on Natalie's face before peeling away.

Soon, Natalie and her car were out of sight, leaving only Richie and Sydney. Alone. Together. It felt different from the car rides. Usually there's some type of low music, or just comfortable slience in the air as they drive to their destination. Now it feels weird.

It was quite early. Interviews don't start yet and they weren't exactly scheduled to be open today anyway. Sydney just came a little early to set up. Basically, there was no point for Richie to be here.

But he was anyway, standing around awkwardly. With a cigarette still lit, he takes a couple of drags.

“You don't have to stay, you know?' Sydney says and immediately regrets. "Like not in a mean way just like- if you're staying cause I'm here you don't have to." She fiddles with the restaurant keys as she speaks. “Like I don’t mind and-”

“Yo, I understand.” Richie looks down at her, seemingly amused. It was still so weird for her to see him so patient and relaxed.

Sydney nods with a small smile as she gets the door opened. The sound of the door creaking is met with silence as the two stand in the doorway. Richie stomps out the cigarette.

"I can help." He says finally, his voice echoing in the empty restaurant. "With the interviews." He clarifies, scratching a part of his beard. "If you want me too?" he says softly.

Sydney looks up at him surprised, "Really?" She says, slightly dumbfounded, "You, Richie, wanna help me?" she asks incredulously.

And Richie has to laugh at that. It's a nice gruff one with vibrato in it, the laugh bounces off the walls. He laughs like he gets it, like he knows and understands where Sydney’s coming from.

Surprises, surprises.

“Cut me some slack!” Richie’s got a sly smile dancing all over his face, “I’ve been killing it this past few weeks.” He says humorously, “I’m like your little helper. Sidekick even.”

And now Sydney’s laughing. It’s not a tense one nor a condescending one either. It’s genuine and real. Sydney notes that this was probably the first time she ever laughed with Richie and not at him and it's outside of their little carpooling. She doesn't know why but it makes it feel real.

Sydney, amused, replies. “Sidekick is pushing it.”

"Clyde to your Bonnie?"

“Clyde to my Bonnie?” She repeats.

“Yeah,” And Richie got a little smile on his face. “practically.”

Sydney gives him a look, “Sure, Richie.”

And Richie laughs again. Laughs that loud bright laugh. It makes Sydney’s smile widen and it's so weird because she used to hate it. She would always hear him joking or fucking around at The Beef, ignoring her so he could just kick it like it was a friday night.

And his laugh used to be what really ticked her off.

Made her feel like he was laughing at her and her authority. Like some mean girl was making fun of her from school all over again. Kinda felt weird to compare a grown ass man to a mean middle schooler but Richie wasn't really known for being mature anyway.

Now though, that laugh doesn’t piss her off. Doesn’t frustrate her or make her angry. It doesn’t feel mocking or rude. It makes her feel warm and soft.

Maybe it’s because for once, it’s with her and she’s in the joke with him. He's laughing because of her, for her.

And it feels too fucking weird. Richard dickhead Jerimovich was giving her the most sincere look with crinkled eyes and a huge smile and she felt weird about it.

‘Shut up.’ She chastises herself. Thoughts are for another time. (Time she still doesn't have).

It’s Richie who’s drawing her back to reality, “Hand me some of the resumes,” He nudges her. “I know you would print them out like a smartypants.”

"Yeah, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when interviewing, Richie.”

"That's what a smartypants would say." Richie says so facetiously with such a big smile. It should really irritate Sydney, it used to, but he doesn't.

Sydney shoves some papers in Richies face and his big fat smile. "Just take the resumes, Richard." And she's smiling right back at him.

"Knew it." He says. Their fingers brush one another when Richie grabs the resumes and Sydney’s very normal about it. So normal.

She watches as he goes through the papers, eyes darting from left to right. He looked focused, concentrated and actually invested.

He looks up at her for a moment and winks. "Let's do it sweetheart."

"Richie-"

"Yeah yeah sorry." He mutters playfully but genuine, "Don't call you sweetheart, sorry Syd." He nudges her a little with a playful smile crawling onto his face.

“Fuck off.” Sydney says to Richie.

But also to those stupid weird feelings that came up again.

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Here's what I got so far for the starving Sydrichie fans out there. Next part might be more Richie centered idk idk. Let's pray I got the motivation to do a part two. This took about a few weeks but I'm really proud.

#sydrichie #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #sydney x richie #richie x sydney

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horrornvnfan · 1 year ago

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The First Night

I wrote another Restart Heart Fanfic! This takes place on Day 1 of the game, and is starring my MC, Maria Dust, and Ezra Galverton. If you're interested in my MC in the context of this game, click here. Since some scenes from the game are included, a few lines (spoken and action) are used here. Please check out this game and support the dev, it's really great! @restartheartvn.

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Ezra Galverton was someone you never quite had words for.

He was someone you admired since you met him. Confident and composed, playful yet still so cool. He was always amiable with you, and his fashion sense was killer. You have asked them more than once where he got his earrings and necklaces, and he'd always answer warmly at your enthusiasm.

But there was always something else about Ezra, something you couldn't quite name, in the way he looked at you from time to time.

It mostly made you think of sadness.

In the few months you've known them, that look has tugged at your heart, a gentle pull of concern for Ezra and whatever it is he was feeling. But you weren't true friends. It wasn't your place to intrude or ask. So all you could do was give him your sincerity and friendliness whenever you saw them in the store.

Tonight, though, you learned how considerate Ezra was, treating you, Sammy, and Blaire on this spur of the moment café outing they had planned just to make you feel better after your breakup.

But that's not the only thing you about Ezra learned tonight.

On the beach, as he comforted you over what happened with Kenneth and Sarah, (you were stunned that he even knew, but he explained himself), you realized exactly how intense their stare was.

His eyes held… something unspoken, but strong. Longing? Desire? Despair?

He did say earlier tonight that he was captivated by you, that he liked you. You laughed when he did, sure he was just messing around, but now you weren't certain.

And then you asked him a question. You asked him if he wanted to come back to your place.

You still weren't sure why you did.

You generally had little to no interest in sex, and you usually had a disdain for people touching you in any capacity. Besides your family, Steph and Kenneth were the only people you felt comfortable touching you, who you liked to have touch you. A hug, a hand hold, a cuddle, an arm around your shoulders… a kiss.

But Kenneth revolted you now. Your skin felt stained, burned even, on every inch where he had touched you throughout your relationship. You wanted to feel cleansed of him.

So in a fit of reckless loneliness, you invited a beautiful acquaintance back to your apartment for a one night stand.

Ezra was cool as ever, smoothly accepting your request and walking you home. Your face burned every time you got the nerve to glance at him, excited and embarrassed yet still so deeply unsure. Ezra smiled at you every time your eyes met. He was simultaneously reassuring and cheeky about this.

The walk was too short, and your apartment building loomed in front of the two of you, and suddenly your body felt very cold. Any thrill of rebelliousness that came with all this had all but vanished as you were faced with the very sharp reality of sleeping with Ezra.

Still avoiding his gaze, you led them through the building, up the elevator, and finally to your front door, but all the while, the sudden discomfort in your chest at this only grew worse.

Your apartment door unlocks, and the two of you step inside. You notice that Chris's keys are still gone. "My roommate isn't here, so we should be fine…"

You feel gentle hands slip around your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin tingles beneath your clothes at the feeling.

"I think it would be fine even if they were here, right?" His head rests on your shoulder, and he smiles at you. You look away from him for a moment. Your mouth feels dry. You don't know what to say. You don't know how to feel about the contact, but it isn't as liberating as you were hoping it'd be.

"Um… my room is down this hall here," you say while trying and failing to sound composed.

Ezra chuckles and pulls off of you for a moment. You're relieved when he does. You aren't upset with him. You're just frustrated that of all times for your discomfort for physical contact to flare up, it's happening now.

As the two of you enter your bedroom, you realize that it's still messy since you forgot to make your bed this morning. Great, another thing to be embarrassed by. Why can't things go your way right now?

You awkwardly try to make your bed when Ezra comes up behind you and leans against you, placing a hand over yours. You glance at them, and they're still smiling at you, relaxed and a bit coy. "We are just gonna mess it up anyways, right?"

His body is pressed against yours. It doesn't feel… bad. But your heart isn't beating faster because you're happy about it.

"Can I kiss you?" He's so pretty when he asks. You can't answer him.

Right now, right in this moment, you're powerfully overwhelmed, by the feeling of touch, by the idea of this going further and having to experience more touch, and by… by everything you had to go through last night and every emotion you've repressed about it.

It's too much for you.

This won't make you feel better.

You carefully pull away, and you try to smile at Ezra despite knowing how nervous you must look. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

He looks surprised only for a moment before he looks reassuring again, completely unoffended by your rejection. "Of course, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with, okay?"

You're grateful. You step a bit further away, rubbing your arm, and resisting the urge to scratch at your skin. "Thank you…"

He smiles, a hint of levity on his features, and asks "Do you want me to hold you…or?"

"Oh, no," you say, laughing unsteadily at their repeat of their earlier question. "I think I'll just start to cry if you hug me right now."

You know instantly you shouldn't have said that.

His face falls into concern and he takes a short step away from you. You curse yourself, you curse the tears pricking your eyes already, and you curse the shudder that runs through you as you try to hold in your awful, awful feelings.

"I mean," you say quickly, "N-Not to say that that's anything to do with you, because it isn't. You've been very nice to me tonight, and perfectly respectful. I think…" your words crack. "I think I'm much more upset than I realized. I should've known I'd be like this tonight, everything just happened, I don't know why-- I shouldn't have invited you here. That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry, I--"

"Maria, you have nothing to apologize to me for." Ezra's smooth voice stops your rambling, and you go quiet, focused on fixing your breathing. Ezra leans over slightly, trying to look at your face despite you bowing your head. You realize he's waiting for you to look at him, so begrudgingly, you lift your gaze to meet his imploring eyes. Their face softens when you do. "I'm really sorry that you're going through all of this."

You open your mouth to speak, but finding no words, you close it and turn your head, rubbing away the few tears that leaked from your eyes. Mercifully, it's enough, and you are not crying. You're upset, but not panicking. Your breathing begins to even out.

Seeing that you've calmed down a bit, he stands straighter, his face full of nothing but genuine compassion for you. "Do you want to talk about it?" they ask soothingly, as if they will easily accept whatever you have to say. They sound so thoughtful that you actually feel able to.

"I wouldn't know what to say," you manage, and then you sigh. "…I'm miserable. I'm furious. I feel like a mess. Everything is horrible and I can't even begin to think about what to do about it all. It's all... so much and I don't want any of it."

"Sounds like you have a lot to say," Ezra teases and you chuckle. He steps closer to you; not too close that you're on put back on edge. "Sugar, you're going through something that's bound to effect you deeply, and you're entitled to everything you feel about it. You have the right to process it however you need to."

"I have no idea how I need to process it," you say honestly, because you don't. "My feelings are a mystery to me half the time, you know. Or maybe… it's more like I try to not have feelings because the conflict is just too imposing. If that makes any sense."

"Mm, I get what you mean." Ezra hummed thoughtfully, and then sat down on your bed before patting the blankets beside him, offering you space to join them while still giving you a wide enough berth to not overwhelm you again. You accept his offer and sit beside him, feeling your body deflate with the motion.

There's quiet for a moment, and then you speak again. "…I don't know how I can handle facing everyone again. Especially not…" your voice hardens and trails off.

"Don't waste your worries on that prick," Ezra says with a barely withheld anger. "I'm not about to let your ex start shit with you."

"Kenneth can go fuck himself," you say bluntly, bringing out a startled laugh from Ezra. You continue, "I'm really not concerned about Kenneth right now. I probably should be, but I'm not. I'm concerned about Sarah. About my parents too."

And you had every reason to be worried about your family. Your family and Kenneth's family had so much riding on this wedding, on their ties to each other, and now that it was undone… was there really a way for you to cut ties with Kenneth without cutting ties with your parents? Or with Sarah, who betrayed you, who was pregnant with his baby? You felt like your world was on the verge of collapse, and if you were honest, the only person you felt might understand or be able to help you through it was Steph, who had been all but completely absent from your life for ages now, and--

You shake your head, as if physically dispelling the thoughts; you'd already climbed down from the verge of a panic attack you were on, and you don't need to work yourself up again. You change the subject. "This must be super weird for you, listening to me like this when we don't really know each other."

"We know each other well enough," Ezra said simply, making you quirk your eyebrow. He grins charmingly at you. "You know my favorite chocolate and about my sweet-tooth." You let out a little laugh at that. He's been good at making you laugh tonight. Then, Ezra takes a conspiratorial tone, and says, "And I know your biggest secret."

You sit up straighter, blinking in surprise and taking him completely seriously. "You do?"

Ezra nods solemnly. "You work in a chocolate shop… despite strongly disliking how chocolate tastes."

That one earned him a bigger laugh from you. You'd completely forgotten how you'd mentioned that to him once, offhandedly, probably months ago. He chuckles with you, until you both fall into a comfortable quiet.

Ezra scooted closer to you. "I know that we aren't close. But I'll be here for you whenever you need me, sugar."

You turned to face him better, looking him directly in his eyes, taking in every bit of his sincerity. They… really meant what they were saying. Ezra wasn't the least bit disappointed in you for a single thing that happened tonight. Not your uncharacteristic brazenness in inviting him over, nor your oppressive emotions and sensory overload pushing you to not only reject intimacy with him, but to spill your guts. He wasn't judging you or condemning you. He wasn't only being polite, either. Ezra was telling you that you could rely on him because he honestly cared.

Your heart felt warm, wholeheartedly appreciative. "Thank you, Ezra. Really. That-- All of this means a lot to me."

Ezra winks at you. "Anything for you, sugarcube." They shift, leaning closer to you, and there's the faintest shade of pink on their cheeks. "Do you… think I could give you a hug? Only if you're comfortable with it, I mean."

You consider this. Ezra wasn't your best friend, or your partner, or your family. Touch with Ezra didn't feel natural the way it did with them. But their presence was steadying, and while you were much calmer now, you wanted more of that, even just for a moment. You nod and lean closer, and his arms envelope you in a gentle, comforting embrace. He murmured reassurances and soothingly rubbed your back. You can't remember the last time you were held with tenderness like this. You hold them close in turn and let yourself relax into them. Minutes pass, and you almost find yourself dozing off in Ezra's hold, so you lean back slightly with a yawn.

Ezra chuckles at you as you separate, gently holding your forearms in his hands, still rubbing circles with this thumbs. "We should probably get some sleep now."

"Do you want to leave?" You look them in the eyes. "I know it's late, so you are welcome to spend the night here, if you want."

Ezra thought it over for a moment before smiling down at you. "Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that. Thanks, Maria."

You look him up and down, calculating how to make the best of things for him. "Are you alright with sleeping in your clothes? I don't think I have anything that'll fit you, but…"

"I'm comfortable. I've slept in worse." They pause as they begin to look more intently at you, appraising you. "Do you… mind sharing a bed with me? I can take the couch if you'd prefer."

"I don't mind sharing a bed, it's wide enough for us both. Besides, I don't think you'd fit on my couch, being nine feet tall~" you quip.

Ezra laughs. "I'm twelve feet tall, actually. I thought you knew me better than that, Sugar~"

You both laugh over your silliness. Then, you send Ezra to the bathroom with a spare toothbrush to ready himself for the night, and fix your blankets and pillows so your bed is ready for two people instead of just you. He returns, and you take his place in the bathroom, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and putting on your pajamas.

Once you're ready, you return to the bedroom, where Ezra is already under the covers, scrolling on their phone. Seeing you reenter the room, they shut it off and put it down, smiling at you and reclining to get comfortable. You walk around the bed to your side -- how did Ezra guess which side of the bed you prefer to sleep on and automatically take the other? -- and climb under the covers yourself, snuggling into the blankets and pillows.

"Good night, Ezra."

"Night, sugarcube. Sweet dreams~"

You hum and roll onto your side, away from Ezra, and let your eyes falls shut. As you find yourself drifting further and further into sleep, you feel Ezra's arms wrap around you tenderly as you laid next to each other. In the dark, you couldn't see the light blush that fell upon his cheeks. Just before you finally fell asleep, you felt Ezra pull you closer and bury their face in your neck, and you felt at ease.

You had more words for Ezra Galverton, now. Ezra was a good and kind person, and Ezra was someone you wanted to know truly; and not just what his favorite chocolate was (mint chocolate).

Perhaps, one day, when your heart didn't ache so much, you could consider something more with them. If he ever wanted as much, anyways. But that was something to think of another time.

You had all the time in the world.

#i'm really pleased with how this turned out! i hope it's good. i've had this idea on my mind for a while ;v;#i want ezra and maria to have a good relationship throughout the game regardless of if they date #so them having a heart to heart in this day 1 scene seems very sweet to me! i just wonder if i captured their characters well #restart heart #my post #MC: Maria Fielding #my writing

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thewritingginger · 2 years ago

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FINALLY! The final prompt for this event smh

p.s. this was quickly edited --mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard / Adrian Tepes x Fem! Reader Word count: 1.8k+ words Warnings: 16+, Modern AU, Kinda gang! AU, Angsty, Bittersweet, Past breakup, I cried writing the end cuz I’m a baby :), Pretty GN! I think

Enjoy ~

As Alucard pushes open the coffee shop door the bell above it jingles.

“Good Afternoon, what can I get started for -.” The voice behind the counter falters. Looking up, Alucard’s heart stops, his face most likely mirroring the same shocked expression as yours.

“Adrian?” You say in half disbelief.

“Y/n.” He breathes your name out like saying it restarted his heart.

He watches you walk around the counter with a smile, coming towards him.

“It’s been so long. How have you been?” You ask, curling your arms around his neck in a hug, his arms wrap around you as well on instinct.

Pulling back his heart is beating out of his chest just looking at you but fumbles out a response when he sees you waiting for his answer.

“Uh- um, I’ve been good. You look good.” He almost slapped himself for saying that but doesn’t regret it when he sees your smile again.

“Thanks. Uh, can I get you something to drink?” You ask back around the counter, as you continue to tell him about the shop specials and newly baked treats but none of that is registering in his brain. He was too focused on looking over you.

Taking in your presence like he’ll never see you again cause he thought he never would.

“Adrian?” You shake him back to reality.

“Uh, sorry. I’ll just have a drip coffee with cream.”

“Well it’s nice to see some things never change. I’ll get that started for ya’.” You smile before turning to make his drink.

Some things never change.

Your words float around in his head as he sits at a nearby table. Looking at your back he could say the same thing, you look exactly how he left you –minus the hurt look and tears in your eyes. Your hair still sparkles in the sunlight that comes through the window, your eyes are just as brilliant, and your voice just as sweet.

He’s gone over what happened in his head countless times over the years of your parting.

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Alucard had taken you to dinner and dropped you off at your apartment. He’d driven his motorcycle, it was pouring outside. He never intended to go inside but you insisted he warmed up.

He should’ve put his foot down—not that it would’ve changed the outcome of the night.

Instead, he was sitting on your couch with a towel in hand when you turned the corner into the living area in one of his large t-shirts you’d stolen, hair still wet from your shower. Without looking up the words just blurted out of his mouth.

‘I’m leaving tonight.’

‘Adrain, it’s pouring outside. You can stay the night or at least till it stops raining.

‘No, Y/n, I’m leaving the city tonight.’ He clarified, jaw tight.

‘What do you mean? Why?’ He didn’t answer your questions, he couldn’t even look at you.

‘Adrian!’ You said his name, concern laced your voice. ‘What do you mean? Talk to-.’ He cut you off.

‘My father called me.’ You stopped in your approach to his side, he could see your bare legs and feet in front of him, but his eyes stayed glued to his hands.

Why didn’t he look at you?

‘Your father?’ You said, the words sounded bitter on your tongue. ‘I thought you cut contact with him.’

‘I did but one of his guys found my location and contacted me.’ He responded coldly, eyes still down watching his fingers toy with the cloth between them. He heard you sigh in false amusement.

‘So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave? Is that all you have to say?’

‘That’s all you need to know.’

‘Adrian-.’

Alucard stood up when your hand touched his shoulder, making you take a step back.

‘The less you know the better. I have to go, Y/n.’ He took a step around you towards the door.

‘Is it really that easy for you? After all we have built, you’re just gonna leave like this? And for what?’ He gave no response. ‘Adrian, look at me!’ Your words pleading, verging on anger.

He couldn’t look at you.

He was too much of a coward.

Too weak to see the destruction he had laid upon you.

‘Please, I love you. Please, stay. Talk with me.’ You put your hand on his shoulder as he faced the door, hand gripping the handle.

‘I can’t.’ He said, softer, the words pained him to say and continue to the more they swirled in his head.

He wished he could’ve.

But he couldn’t.

‘I’m sorry, Y/n.’ He looked over his shoulder -not meeting your eyes- damp hair curtaining his eyes. ‘One day-.’

‘Don’t!’ You pushed him from the door, opening it yourself. ‘I don’t want your breakup speech about ‘one day’ or ‘it’s better this way’ or whatever bullshit you’re gonna say to try and make this not what it is. You’ve already said enough.’

Your words cut deep.

But that’s because they were true. He was trying to lighten the blow, with words he wouldn’t have even believed himself.

He finally lifted his eyes to your face for a moment -god you looked broken- then he left without another word to avoid hurting you further, at least he hoped. But he knew deep down that was just another selfish excuse to make himself feel better.

Everything he’d done with you was selfish, right up to the very bitter end.

Meeting you, falling for you -and worse- letting you fall for him and then leaving without giving you much of an option.

He often wondered over the years what could’ve been if he had. What would life be like if he had stayed. If he had given you a choice of whether you wanted to surf through his darkness with him —deep down he knows you’ve.

Maybe that’s why he made the choice for you because he didn’t want to risk dimming your light.

But did he not do that by leaving? He never could come to a definitive answer.

Till now.

He’s looking at the back of your head. You looked seemingly happy, you’ve changed your hair and you look healthy. Alucard didn’t realize he was staring till you turned and locked eyes with him. Quickly looking down he looked at his phone for a distraction till your voice broke through.

“Here you go. I forgot to ask if you wanted it here or to-go so I made it to-go just in case.” You smiled with a slight awkward-nervous edge.

“Would you mind if I stuck around for a bit?” He asked, stuttering his words like an idiot.

“Uh, no, not at all. Take your time.” You give a nod of your head and turn back to your station.

Shaking his leg under the table, Alucard's mind is racing.

Now’s your chance.

For what, he doesn’t know but what he does know is seeing you here had to have been some second-chance thread weaved together by some merciful god somewhere because he’d wished for so many years for a do-over, a second chance -a moment- to maybe piece together what he destroyed. At least partially.

Without a moment to catch himself Alucard’s lips were moving and words he couldn’t quite register came out.

“Could you sit with me? Just for a moment, at least?” His voice is shaky with his mind spinning with all the bad way this could only end in. But the earth didn’t open up and swallow him, instead you looked at him, around the empty shop and then back to him.

“Sure, I think I can spare a few minutes.”

He watches you take a few steps back to the table as he tries to figure out what to say. That’s stupid. You know what you want to say, Idiot. Just tell her! Taking a deep breath Alucard looks into your eyes from across the table.

“I’m sorry.” You tilted your head and before you could say anything he continued. “For that night.” He sees your shoulders slack slightly and his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest.

“Adrian, it’s-.” He cuts you off.

“No, it’s not okay. I hurt you, more than I’m willing to even admit to myself. And I know this may sound ridiculous to say after so many years but… I love you, Y/n. I didn’t tell you that when I left and I wished I had because it’s true. You were the best thing in my life and out of fear I left you without even letting you speak.

“I was a coward and even still am. I mean, when I walked in here and saw you I almost ran out the door.” He let out a pitiful laugh, shaking his head. “I’m not saying all this to gain your forgiveness --trust me, Lord knows I’m far from deserving it. I’m saying this to you now because I should’ve said it then.

“You deserved so much more than I gave you. Your love was bright and blinding and I was a child brought up in darkness. You showed me there was more to the world than hatred and pain but in the end I let my fear control me that’s all I left you with. For that, I’m sorry.”

Taking a staggered breath, Alucard sits back in his seat feeling lighter than ever for finally saying what should’ve already been said but feeling weighed down awaiting your response.

His heart drops when he sees your eyes glossy with tears. Wiping them away you reach across the table to take Alucard’s larger hand in yours. His breath catches in his throat at the contact.

“I forgive you, Adrian, I did a long time ago.” Your words knocked all the air from his body. “I was hurt when you left, I mean you were my first love. I felt betrayed that you left me the way you did but I knew you. After I let go of my anger I remembered everything you ever told me of your father and your life before and my anger soon turned to sadness and grief for you.

“All I’ve ever wanted for you Adrian was happiness, whether or not that was with me.” Looking down thoughtfully, you rub your thumb against his knuckles, feeling his hand shivering against yours. Looking up, a tear falling down your cheek, you smile warmly.

“I love you, Adrian. I think it’s important you know that too. No matter what, I always have and always will hold love for you in my heart.”

It takes everything in Alucard not to break down, instead he stands up with you, your hand still in his. Before leaving he kisses the back as he had so many times before, making you let out a mused hum.

Walking towards the door, coffee in hand, Alucard shoots you a small smile.

“It was nice seeing you again, Y/n.”

“Yeah. Don’t be a stranger, okay?” He just nods his head before stepping back into the cold air.

He’ll definitely be sure to come back around.

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Owning Her Ch. 2

As always this story is for adults only!

Not only that but it contains lots of graphic BDSM content that most won't enjoy so if you don't want to encounter this story then please block the tag #TW Owning Her

"I will be having guests over tonight," Greyson had told Vivian when he let her out for breakfast this morning before work. Her clothes were in his hands, and she noted the lack of underwear or a bra. The skirt was knee-length and almost tight enough to reveal the outline of her chastity belt. Her plain pink silk shirt also barely hid her stiff nipples.

"So, are you going to help me or not?" snapped the customer into Vivian's headset. She mimed jerking off, thankful for the walls of her office before she replied.

"You never told me whether you had restarted the device." The groan the man let out made her want to bang her head on her desk.

"Of course I did, lady, and that didn't do shit," he grumbled.

"Well, there's no need to curse with me. If the device remains frozen and restarting it didn't work then your options are to take it to a store or mail it to a repair center." Vivian typed a summary of the conversation into the service document.

"I'm not going to get charged some outrageous fee just because my baby poured milk all over her tablet, am I?" The guy sounded incredibly distressed. Vivian felt for him.

"As long as the repairs don't outweigh the total warranty service credit, then you won't even be charged for shipping," she answered.

His sigh of relief made her smile.

"Then I'll take it to a local shop and let them handle it. Thank you," the man said and hung up before she could reply.

She finished filing the report and emailed it to her boss before sitting back in her chair. There were only two hours left in Vivian's shift. Two hours before Greyson finished punishing her for last night. One hundred and twenty minutes before, Vivian was in a room of eight to ten people and of free use.

She wasn't opposed to other people using her body, but it still embarrassed her and humiliated her. Greyson knew it would, so that was why this was happening. The thought made her already aching nipples even harder.

It had been almost eight months since the last time Greyson had punished Vivian with being used by his friends. They had been at dinner in an adults-only restaurant, and she had refused to stop eating dessert and suck him off underneath the table. As a result, he made her watch the waitress happily do it instead. Then, the next day, on her day off, she had been awoken by Greyson dragging her into the living room full of guests.

She had spent the entire day serving them drinks and servicing their cocks. When they had all left, Greyson took her back to the restaurant and made her suck him off while he ate dinner. She had leftovers once they got home.

Before Vivian realized it, five o'clock had rolled around and she was in the elevator with her coworkers as they headed for their cars. Once she was behind the wheel of her car, she texted Greyson to let him know she was on the way home.

Clothes on the floor as soon as you're inside the door.

Once the door to Greyson's apartment closed behind her, Vivian stripped off her clothes and moved to the living room. This time, a different set of his male friends sat around the living room. Heat filled her cheeks at the thought of new people using her this time.

"Right on time, like the good girl you're supposed to be," Greyson greeted her. She tried to ignore all the men as she stalked for her Master. Like last time, she knelt between his feet where he sat in his recliner and waited.

"Should I unlock her chastity belt now, fellas?" He asked as Vivian stared at the floor. More heat filled her cheeks as they all muttered for a second.

"Nah, letting her cunt have any joy now wouldn't make the punishment stick," came a cold and hollow voice from Vivian's right. She peeked over to see a tall, thinly muscular man with pale blonde hair and curt blue eyes. He glared at her, so she looked back at the floor.

"Go get me a beer and anything else any of them want," Greyson commanded.

"Yes, Sir," Vivian confidently said as she stood up.

Three of the eight men present asked for beers, two asked for a bottle of vodka and shot glasses, one asked for her to sit on his lap once she served the rest, one asked for nothing, and the cold blonde just turned to Greyson.

Vivian did her best to remember who asked for what. She knew mix-ups would result in degradation, spankings, or humiliation. Unfortunately for her, she had a pretty shitty memory, and as luck would have it, she mixed up who asked for the beers.

Two of the guys called her a dumb slut, and one of them snatched her by the face. He forced her jaw open and poured some of the beer into her mouth. Without waiting for a command, Vivian swallowed the beer and stayed in his grasp.

"Get it right," he snarled as his green eyes flared. He shoved the beer back at her. She got a fresh one and gave it to the proper guy before sitting on the lap of the guy who had requested it.

Right away, his calloused hands palmed her breasts. Relief flooded through Vivian as pleasure finally replaced the ache in her nipples. She ground her ass against his hardening cock as a silent thank you.

"Already so desperate for cock are you?" the man asked her. She looked over her shoulder into his brown eyes and nodded. She wasn't even faking it like she had to sometimes, so the humiliation of this lasted less time. Vivian's cunt ached, and even though it wouldn't get any relief for a while, she knew the desire could be tampered down for a bit with a blow job.

"Then get on your knees and get a taste. And don't you dare spit it out, or I'll rub your nose in it like a dog," commanded the brown-eyed man.

Vivian slid off of his lap and between his knees quickly. As soon as his cock was free of his clothes, all chatter stopped. The heat returned to her cheek as Vivian hesitated.

"Don't start being shy now girl you've got a long night ahead of you," came the cold voice of the blonde from behind her. Vivian resisted the urge to flip him off and swallowed the four-inch cock of the man in front of her. She pretended to gag when her nose hit the flesh of his waist.

He groaned in approval and fisted her hair. Before Vivian could move, the man pulled her up and down the length of his cock, already going fast. His hips slammed up into her nose as she sucked his length tightly. Within mere minutes, the man came in her mouth, long before her jaw even began to ache. She made a dramatic show of loudly swallowing before she pulled off of his cock.

"Not so useless after all," panted the brown-eyed man as he tucked his cock away. "You can return to your Master unless someone else wants you." He waved his hand in dismissal and called for a shot of vodka.

"Come over here and suck me off next," called out a man with red hair and pale skin. He was the one who had asked for the vodka and was already notably intoxicated in such a short time.

Vivian crawled over to the man since she was already on the floor, and several men cheered. She lowered her front to the ground and kept her ass in the air. One man slapped it as she crawled by.

After twenty minutes of sucking the impressively long and thick cock of the ginger male, he finally came. His load, just like his cock, was impressively large. Vivian had to swallow five times to get it all down.

Almost two hours later, she had finally sucked off every man in the room except for the cold blonde. She had even sucked the first guy off a second time already. Vivian knelt on her pillow by the door where Greyson had dismissed her five minutes ago. Her jaw ached, her mouth smelled like come, her nipples were constantly fully erect, and her pussy throbbed with need.

"Should she be let out of her chastity belt now, fellas?" Greyson asked, interrupting the debate about sports they were having. Everyone looked at the cold blonde, who nodded once. "Come here," Greyson said to her.

Vivian walked over and stood in front of her Master. He dug the key for her belt from his pocket and unlocked it. As soon as the belt slipped off her hips, the cold blonde spoke up.

"You will come service me with your pussy now, little whore," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," Vivian replied, and she walked over and straddled his lap.

"Face the other way." His tone was even harsher in a whisper. Vivian turned around to find everyone watching her again. Heat returned to her cheeks as she felt the blonde pull out his cock. He lifted her and, without getting her wet, slid right into her pussy.

Vivian nearly screamed at the sudden intrusion. His cock was thicker than Greyson's and longer too. It felt like it was splitting her in half as he started fucking her down onto his cock right away. Her pussy flooded itself to ease the discomfort as the blonde drilled into her relentlessly. His hands left her waist to torment her nipples.

The blonde then shifted, and Vivian found herself face down on the couch as he continued to pound her from behind. His fingers tugged on her nipples harshly as he drove his cock into her over and over. Vivian came hard before she could stop herself, but the blonde just kept ruthlessly fucking her. Just when she was about to orgasm again, the blonde's hips stuttered and stopped as he dumped his come into her. Vivian had gotten her tubes tied years ago, so all of the seed that would fill her tonight meant nothing.

The blonde slid out of Vivian and dismounted her. Before she could catch her breath, another man spoke up.

"Hey Michael, do you want to go another round in her pussy while I take her mouth," asked the brown-eyed man whom Vivian had sucked off twice now. He liked blow jobs.

"Yeah, that sounds fun to me," replied the cold blonde behind her. As she shifted her weight to accommodate the man that would be fucking her mouth, another man spoke up.

"She's going to need to go on the floor. I think the only thing that will make sure this slut never disrespects her Master again will be getting fucked in all three holes at once," said the man who she had sucked off second.

They rearranged the living room to accommodate all four of them and hauled Vivian to the floor. The green-eyed mad worked her asshole open with lube for far less time than Greyson would and then pulled her back and down onto his cock. Vivian loudly moaned as he filled her ass.

Before she could fully adjust, Michael hovered over them and slammed his cock into her pussy with one thrust. Embarrassment filled Vivian as he shifted his head so the brown-eyed man could take her mouth.

Once all three of her holes were full the men moved all at once. The guy fucking her ass set the pace, and the driving of his cock propelled her along the lengths of the other two men. She had never been this full of cock in her life, and the sensation made her come right away.

"Greedy little whore," chided Michael as he tortured her nipples again. "Already cumming, and we just got started."

Hearing that she was already getting off, the guy fucking her asshole started going faster. His cock slammed into her ass so hard she knew she would have bruises there tomorrow. The embarrassment of having three guys fuck her while six more watched made her come again.

A groan of pleasure warned her just before the brown-eyed man filled her mouth with come. She swallowed and loosened her lips, but he kept his softening cock in her mouth, so she kept sucking on it.

Orgasm after orgasm of her own, these men fucked all three of her holes. Michael came three times into her pussy before he started toying with her clit. The man buried in her ass was causing her pain from dryness when he finally busted.

The foursome lasted another twenty minutes before all the men collapsed onto Vivian. They lay there panting for a few minutes before they all got up, righted themselves, bid Greyson goodbye, and left.

Vivian stayed on the floor, unable to move from all the pleasure and embarrassment. She finally caught her breath and pushed to her elbows, only to notice the rest of the men had left. Only she and Greyson remained.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson?" He asked her as he walked back into the living room.

"Yes, Sir," she replied as she kneeled where she was.

"Then bend over the coffee table. I'm going to fuck your pussy until I'm satisfied," Greyson commanded. Vivian crawled over to the table, unable to trust her legs to carry her.

She bent over the side and rested her cheek on the table. Greyson wasted no time in crossing the room and filling her pussy with his cock.

Every thrust made Vivian ache more and more. Her pussy was so worn out from all of the use. Still, Greyson pounded into her ruthlessly. When he came the first time, he didn't even stop, he just fucked her through it. And his thrusts got rougher, enough so that the table started to move with each snap of his hips.

As he stilled with the second orgasm, Vivian knew she was going to feel this fucking for days. It was a good thing she enjoyed reminders like this and had a private office. Whenever Greyson hadn't grounded her from masturbating, she would take a break, close her blinds, and get off while remembering the most recent time Greyson had used her as a come dump.

When Greyson finally pulled out of her pussy over eight orgasms from him later, she was exhausted to her core. He scooped her up and carried her to his bathroom. Gentle kisses warmed her skin as he ran a bath for her.

"You took your punishment like such a good girl," he cooed in her ear as the water ran. "Such a useful girl who is capable of so much." She loved aftercare from Greyson. He always showered her with praise and baths.

As they bathed and he continued to praise her, Vivian floated on a cloud of bliss. Embarrassment tinged the bliss, but she was free of her chastity belt.

Later that night, as they drifted to sleep in Greyson's bed, she whispered something she had been holding in for a few months now, "I want to try somno."

His arm tightened on her more, and she looked over her shoulder.

"How much are you talking about here? Because we established that you're off limits while unconscious." She mulled over the thought for a minute before she replied.

"The next time you wake up horny, I would be okay waking up to you fingering me or even eating me out."

Delight lit up Greyson's eyes as he kissed her forehead.

"Dually noted, kitten. Now get some sleep you have that meeting at work tomorrow." She groaned at the reminder but settled back into his arms anyway.

Maybe she wouldn't even be mentally present for the meeting if Greyson took advantage of the new information and woke her up with his fingers in her cunt.

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