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[bnnysweets]

APPLE CIDER

loser!ellie x ditzy!reader

author’s note: english is not my first language. they’re inspired by cat and robbie in victorious bc i saw this edit and i couldn’t just don’t do nothing. ellie is just so mf in love with you omg.

warnings: ellie is IN LOVE, truly. reader is clueless. mention of marriage. reader is going out with a girl (booo🍅🍅) and she’s a asshole, ellie comforts you. fluff!

ellie is DELIRIOUS ’bout you, you share the same friend group so everyone knows she’s in love with you, but everyone also knows they can’t tell you because they already tried, but you didn’t believed, always excused it.

once, julien tried to tell you: “i telling you, she fucking loves you!” you laughed, “i knows she loves me, i love her too.” you said smiling and julien rolled her eyes, “i mean she wants you! like a girlfriend!” “yeah! we’re totally girlfriends!” you answered genuinely, “lord help me…ellie is in love with you. she wants to kiss you, with tongue. she draw you naked on her sketchbook, she writes songs about you, she gave your name to her favorite star.” you looked at her for a moment, without saying anything, just analyzing. “you know i don’t understand irony.” you said and julien gave up, changing the subject.

little did you know it’s aaaalll true, ellie’s big motivation to go the college everyday is to one day she have a great job and earn a lot of money to spoil you with all the expensive makeup you like and a pretty ring that you deserve. one page on her sketchbook has you in a wedding dress and veil, with your name + williams wrote on it. nobody else has ever saw it, it’s too precious to her.

so imagine her state when you started seeing a new girl, rachel. she was miserable, thinking you would never look at her the same way, but in one radom thursday you sat at the cafeteria table with a pout and sad eyes, ellie was experiencing a bittersweet feeling: at the same time time you looked so cute and sweet with that face, she was mad someone or something had made you sad. “rachel told me she liked me more when she didn’t really know me.” you announced to your friends, almost crying but before anyone could say anything ellie let a loud scoff, “are you fucking serious? this girl is insane?” she said and everybody was shocked, no one had ever seen ellie so mad and speaking so loudly, you just looked at her, speechless, batting you eyelashes at her, she swore you were trying to hypnotize her. “anyone who says they don’t like your personality is fucking insane, anyone should be fucking proud to get to know you. to know the pretty person you’re, inside and out, to know your kind heart and your bright mind. i’m not gonna sit here and listen to you say how rachel it’s just a difficult person when in reality she’s just a asshole, she’s a damn prick. she doesn’t deserve you, and you don’t see this! you don’t see how she talks ‘bout you when you’re not around, you don’t see because you trust her and it is the saddest and yet the prettiest thing ‘bout you, you believe her besides everything. but you need to wake up, she doesn’t like you! she likes to have you by her side, to show you off, to kiss you and show everyone how she has a pretty girl by her side. but she doesn’t truly like you, she likes how you make her feel, because she fucking knows how much you like her.” when ellie finished your face was all wet with tears, and ellie was out of breath, looking at you, fearing your reaction.

you got up and went to hug ellie, who was on the other side of the table. she embraced your body, smoothing your back while you cried and tightly hugged her body. when you calmed down you took your head out of her shoulder and looked at her, “thanks for the cold shower els, i needed it.” you said and waved goodbye to the group. you head to the rachel’s dorm to end everything right after this. maybe ellie has a chance after all.

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[eufezco]

A PLACE FOR YELENA 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

bucky x pregnant!fem!reader

synopsis — after disappearing for weeks, consumed by her own darkness, yelena shows up in your house unexpectedly and decides to reach out to you and bucky, her best friends, just to find out that you're pregnant and you wanted her in your baby's life.

fluff. angst

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you wiped your hands on a towel, the sweet scent of the coffee and cocoa still on your fingers. the kitchen smelled amazing, garlic and tomato from the bubbling lasagna in the oven mixing with the tiramisu you'd just finished layering. you'd been home all day, but not alone. the gentle kicks and soft stirring inside you reminded you that your tiny companion was always there with you. a little smile appeared in your lips as your hands moved to your bump.

bucky left early this morning, pressing a kiss to your forehead and another to your belly, promising he'd be back in time for dinner. so you'd spent all day doing this and that around the house, folding the tiny clothes, each one making you pause and imagine the little body that would soon fill it, playing bucky's old records and napping on the couch, a blanket over your legs and a hand resting protectively on your belly.

the timer on the oven beeped and you opened the door. a wave of the heat and the rich cheesy scent hit you all at one. you closed your eyes and hummed. the baby also seemed to loved because a soft kick nudged at your side. you pulled the lasagna out to take it to the living room table, but when you turned around, you froze.

—oh my god!—you exclaimed, eyes wide as your breath caught in your throat. your heart pounded so hard against your chest, —yelena... hi.

she quickly stood up from the chair, her usual confidence slipping as her blue eyes stared onto your belly. you didn't give her enough time to analyze you because once you placed the lasagna right in the center of the table, you wrapped your arms around her in a tight sudden hug. she hesitated before she hugged you back, like you were made of glass. her arms circled around you but she didn't dare to press her body against yours, like the roundness of your belly was sacred.

—you're pregnant, —she said when you broke away from the hug. her voice was soft, almost in disbelief.

you smiled, —yeah, i am. surprise, —the delicious smell of the food filled the space but yelena's eyes never left your bump.

—but like, so pregnant, oh my god.

you giggled, —that's usually how it works, yeah.

—no, seriously, how far along are you? you're glowing. it's weird. you're glowing and soft and... —she swallowed and waved her hands vaguely in front of your bump, —so pregnant, shit.

you let out a laugh. —i'm eight months but i'm still me. just... slower, rounder and slightly more emotional.

—more emotional? so crying over commercials and talking to plants?

—try crying over baby socks and talking to lasagna.

she nodded, pressing her lips together, trying to keep a straight face. you shifted your weight slightly as the pressure in your lower back appeared again. you put one of your hands behind you, trying to relieve the ache but yelena was quick to notice and without a word, she placed the chair she was previously sitting in behind you.

—thanks, —you said with a sigh as you sat. —what are you doing here? did you talk to bucky? he said he's been trying to reach you, —asking how'd she got into your house felt pointless. if yelena wanted in, no locked doors were going to stop her, yet you didn't mind, she wasn't a threat, not to you at least.

yelena shook her head. —haven't talk to your man in months. i was... just in my apartment and decided to drop by. i don't know, —she muttered, shrugging like it could erase the weight of her words. —i thought about you. about both of you. and i guess i just... showed up.

there was a pause. a real one. you knew what being in her apartment meant for her, especially at this time of the night. she was probably alone, thinking of getting drunk, staring at nothing and trying to hold it together until she couldn't anymore. you slowly nodded but didn't say anything about it. —well, it's your lucky day, there's lasagna for the four of us, —you rubbed your belly, —and the tiramisu is in the fridge.

she blinked, —oh, no. i was just... i just came to see you. i don't want to be a bother.

you tilted your head, —you broke into my house, sat at my table, and commented on my belly. you're already bothering me, you might as well stay for dinner.

you managed to get a laugh from her. in that moment, the front door opened and bucky stepped inside. —babe? i'm h... —but he froze mid-sentence when he saw yelena at the table. it was surprise in his face but there was something warmer too, like he'd just walked into something unexpected but not unwelcome. —either this food smells good enough to summon ghosts or i've officially lost track of who has a spare key.

—yelena's here! —you announced as if he hadn't just noticed her.

—and i bet she didn't come in through the door like a normal person.

yelena just pressed her lips into a guilty smile.

bucky approached you after hanging up his jacket and dropping his keys into the bowl by the door. he leaned in, supporting the weight of his body with a hand behind you on the chair and he kissed your lips. you hummed when he leaned in further and kissed your belly over your pajama shirt.

—you know? you should answer my calls or texts sometime, —he said to yelena. —missed you today, baby. this smells amazing, —he said to you as he kissed your lips one more time.

—i've been busy, —yelena said as she bit the inside of her cheeks.

bucky tilted his head slightly and looked at her, narrowing his eyes. he'd been there, done all of it before he met you. the quiet disappearing with empty explanations, not answering to sam's messages, letting voicemails pile up, just ignoring everything that reminded him that he existed outside the limits of his own perception. so yeah, bucky knew yelena was lying.

—right, —he just said. —just don't disappear.

—i didn't disappear. i just needed a minute.

—a minute's fine, —bucky said. he made his way into the kitchen and pulled out another plate, a glass, a fork and a knife. he returned and set them in front of the empty seat beside yelena. —but you vanish and we worry. she worries.

you nodded, assuring her that you did worry about her.

—i didn't mean to worry anyone.

—you don't have to mean it for it to happen.

yelena finally gave a small nod in return to bucky's words. he met her eyes and slowly nodded back. they were never much of words, the two of them. you had taught bucky how to open up overtime, he used to struggle with it but he got better with your help. but his bond with yelena grew from a very different space, his relationship wasn't shaped by long talks or heartfelt confessions. a strange brother-sister dynamic that was built in the shared silences, exchanged glances, sarcastic jokes and the unspoken comfort of just being there.

bucky stepped back into the kitchen.

—but the important thing, —you gently nudged her chair out, inviting her to sit at the table. —is that you are here now with us.

she finally sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she looked around the table. bucky came back from the kitchen, casually placing a bottle beside yelena's plate. it was her favorite spicy sauce, the one brand she always reached for. she stared at the bottle and then she looked up at you, then at bucky. this and your words you just said did something to her. it wasn't just the sauce, it was the fact that you'd thought of her and left space for her. no one had ever waited for her before, not like that.

—okay, let's eat, —you said, grabbing the big serving spoon. you grabbed yelena's plate, guests first, and served her a generous portion of lasagna. then you turned to bucky's plate and yours last.

yelena grabbed the sauce almost immediately, twisting off the cap and pouring it over her food. she hummed as she took another bite, eyes closing for a second. bucky slid his hand across the table and laced his metal fingers through yours, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

—how did that happen? —she pointed at your belly with her fork.

—you wanna know while we're having dinner? —bucky asked as he raised his eyebrows.

you kicked him softly under the table and yelena rolled her eyes, —no, not that. i mean, how? why now? you guys have been solid for years.

you glanced at bucky, who met your eyes with a little knowing smile, the kind that said, we've been through hell but made it out together. —well, it didn't feel terrifying to think about the future anymore.

bucky gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his metal thumb drawing circles over your skin. yelena didn't say anything right away, she just looked at the two of you for a long moment, like she was trying to decide whether to make a joke or actually feel something. —i was not prepared for all this emotions with my lasagna, —she finally said.

—sorry. hormones, —you let out a breathy laugh.

—she cried over baby socks last week, —bucky said looking at yelena.

—they were so tiny, —you added defensively. —and pink.

yelena's eyes widened as she turned to bucky. she leaned back after finishing her food, folding her arms as if she needed to process that. —pink? bucky barnes... a girl dad?

—terrifying, right?

—ugh, don't listen to him. he's gonna be the best dad. he already is, —you said. bucky smiled as he got up from the table and stacked his, yelena's and your plate to take them to the kitchen. —she's got him wrapped around her little finger already.

—that's the most terrifying part, —he made his way back with the tiramisu, carrying it like it was a treasure. he slid another plate in front of each of you.

during the dessert, you told yelena how bucky spent in the baby aisle what felt like an eternity, trying to choose between two tiny overalls, one with strawberries and the other one with ducks, just to end up buying both. you told her how he talked to your belly in a high pitched voice and how he had somehow ended up in a forum for modern girl dads which he checked every morning over coffee.

—you had gone soft, bucky, —yelena teased him.

—she's gonna need a tough aunt, —you said giggling, your voice casual, like the words had just slipped out without weight. but they hit yelena hard. you wanted her there? in your daughter's life? as her... aunt? she swallowed as she finished her tiramisu. it wasn't a title yelena had ever imagined for herself, not in the kind of life she had, not with everything she carried.

but there you were, offering it to her so easily like it was already decided and across the table, there was bucky, the very picture of someone who had dragged himself through the same kind of darkness she still found herself tangled in. his presence alone was a reminder that things could get better.

yelena shifted slightly in her seat. maybe, after all, she could be someone's aunt.

—this was delicious. did she like it? —bucky moved his hand to your belly, rubbing it gently with his thumb. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. you placed your hand over his.

you placed your hand over his, —i think she did. she's been kicking all night, so i'd say it was a success.

yelena looked at your belly with wide, curious eyes and you noticed the moment her gaze softened, —come here, —you said to her, offering her your hand. she stood up and moved toward you, her steps uncertain. when she reached your side, she knelt beside you. bucky removed his hand to give yelena the space she needed. you placed her hand in the middle of your belly. for a moment, she was even scared to breath in case she hurt you or the baby, but then, a quick shy smile appeared on her lips.

—i can feel her, —her eyes brightened as she looked up at you. you nodded.

she stayed there for a bit, her fingers pressed against your belly, feeling the kicks against the palm of her hand as bucky took care of everything from the table and moved it to the kitchen. when the room quieted, yelena seemed to come back to herself. she hesitated but then she stood up. it was late, you and the baby needed to sleep.

—you staying for the night?

bucky irrupted in her thoughts and you sighed in relief he did. you and him knew that if she went back to her apartment, she'd be swallowed by the darkness that always seemed to follow her. her lips parted but bucky didn't give her the chance to pull away. —if the couch is okay with you... we've changed the guest room to the baby's room, so that's all we've got but it's all yours for the night.

yelena hesitated again, her eyes moving to the door almost like she was ready to leave, but something held her in place. maybe it was the comfort of not being alone, or the warmth that you two, now three of you, radiated to her. her shoulders relaxed, she thought she could let herself breath for one night. she nodded.

—the couch is fine, thank you.

—great! —you said, relieved that you've managed to keep her with you for a little longer and that fell like a small victory. —do you wanna listen to buck read the baby some bedtime stories? she goes crazy with his voice.

yelena looked at her friend with raised eyebrows, so a couple of months apart and now he was the kind of guy to read bedtime stories. bucky closed his eyes and shook his head, clearly realizing what was coming. —oh, i'd love that, yeah, —she finally said, knowing that bucky would die of embarrassment.

[bitemeslowly]

agreed

incest

[stxrkiss]

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君を愛しすぎて、 恐ろしいくらいだ。

# 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒦ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ☆ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁴

# 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 : 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳/𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐 ⚠

# 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 : 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Clark couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It was like a sickness, a slow rot spreading through his mind, sinking into his bones, poisoning every inch of him.

No matter where he was, what he was doing—she was there.

She was in his thoughts.

She was in his dreams.

She was in his blood.

He would sit at the dinner table, staring at his plate while Lois talked about her day. He nodded at the right moments, smiled when he was supposed to, but his mind was somewhere else.

What is she doing right now?

Was she sleeping?

Was she thinking about him?

Or was she with someone else?

The thought made his jaw tighten, his grip on the fork turning white-knuckled.

No. No, she wouldn’t.

Would she?

His heart pounded.

She hasn’t answered his calls.

She hasn’t reached out.

She’s ignoring him.

Why?

Why was she acting like this?

Did she regret it?

Did she hate him?

Did she hate their baby?

His baby.

His.

His.

Lois touched his arm, and he flinched.

“Clark?” Her voice was soft, careful. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, forcing himself to focus on her, to see her.

But all he could see was her.

“I’m fine,” he said, voice rough. “Just tired.”

Lois didn’t look convinced.

Jon noticed it too.

“Dad, you’ve been acting weird.”

He looked up, startled.

Jon was watching him, frowning.

“You don’t—” His son hesitated, searching for the words. “You don’t talk as much anymore. You don’t smile.”

Because there’s nothing to smile about.

Not when she won’t answer his calls.

Not when she’s out there, alone, without him.

Not when she’s carrying his child and acting as if he doesn’t exist.

“I’m just busy, kiddo.” He forced a smile. “That’s all.”

Jon didn’t believe him.

Lois didn’t either.

At night, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his wife breathing softly beside him.

But he wasn’t here.

He was with her.

In his mind, she was sitting beside him, laughing, teasing him, touching his arm.

She used to do that, didn’t she?

Used to touch him without thinking.

Used to lean into him, trust him, adore him.

Did she still?

Or did she only see the monster now?

The man who had taken her.

The man who had ruined her.

The man who loved her.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

This wasn’t right.

He wasn’t right.

He had to stop.

He had to let her go.

And yet—

His hands moved before he could stop them, reaching for his phone.

He called her.

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Nothing.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Still nothing.

A terrible feeling crept over him.

What if something had happened to her?

What if she was hurt?

Alone?

Scared?

What if she needed him, and he wasn’t there?

His breathing grew shallow.

His heart pounded.

He needed to see her.

He needed to know she was safe.

He needed her.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair.

Lois stirred beside him.

“Clark?” she mumbled sleepily.

His chest tightened.

He couldn’t do this anymore.

He couldn’t pretend.

He couldn’t keep lying.

“…I love you,” he whispered.

She sighed softly, rolling closer to him, pressing her face against his arm.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

He just stared at the ceiling, eyes burning.

God, he was a monster.

And yet—

As he lay there, his mind was already with her.

Clark doesn’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the first time she ignored his calls.

Maybe it was the first time she stopped answering his texts.

Maybe it was the first time he realized—truly realized—that she was slipping away.

It’s a slow thing, this unraveling. Like a thread pulled too tight, fraying at the edges. He can feel himself coming undone, piece by piece, thought by thought.

And all because of her.

She was in his blood.

She was in his bone.

She is carrying his child.

And she won’t speak to him.

Why won’t she speak to him?

He’s tried everything. Calling. Texting. Begging.

But she won’t answer.

She won’t let him in.

She won’t let him see her.

He doesn’t eat anymore. The food sits untouched on his plate, cold and congealed, while Lois watches him with worried eyes.

He doesn’t sleep anymore. The bed is too empty, too cold, too wrong. Lois is there beside him, but she isn’t her.

He doesn’t feel alive anymore.

Not without her.

Not without his baby.

And so—

He watches.

He doesn’t know when it started. Not exactly. But one day, he found himself standing outside her apartment, hidden in the shadows, listening.

Her heartbeat.

His child’s heartbeat.

Alive.

Safe.

But not with him.

He watches her through the walls, his x-ray vision slipping past layers of brick and concrete with ease. He sees her moving inside, pressing a hand to her stomach, staring at herself in the mirror with a look he can’t quite decipher.

Does she regret it?

Does she regret him?

The thought makes his stomach twist.

She shouldn’t. She shouldn’t because this is his child.

His son.

And yet, she still won’t answer him.

She still won’t let him in.

His hands shake as he pulls out his phone.

Call.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Nothing.

His breath is shallow now, his heart pounding in his ears. He tries again.

And again.

And again.

Still nothing.

His hands curl into fists.

He could go inside.

He could knock on her door.

He could break the lock.

She wouldn’t be able to stop him.

No one could stop him.

Except—

Bruce.

A sharp spike of fear lances through him at the thought.

Bruce can’t know.

Bruce can’t ever know.

That he's watching.

That he's here.

Clark has always been careful. Always made sure to stay out of sight, to keep his distance. But he has to see her. He has to know she’s okay.

Because what if something happens?

What if she gets hurt?

What if she loses the baby?

What if she leaves?

What if she disappears and takes their child with her?

He can’t let that happen.

He won’t let that happen.

His fingers twitch over his phone again.

Another call.

Another silence.

Another night staring at her through walls, through windows, through the thin veil of a world that keeps them apart.

His body is trembling, hands aching with the need to hold her.

To touch her.

To remind her—

That it's his child.

His.

His.

His.

And yet—

She still won’t answer.

He presses his forehead against the cold brick of the building, his breathing uneven.

This isn’t right.

This isn’t him.

But then—

What is he if not someone to take responsibility? What is he without her?

Nothing.

A hollow shell.

A ghost walking through a life that no longer fits.

A man drowning in his own obsession, sinking deeper, deeper, deeper—

And she is the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

His hands tighten into fists.

One day, she will have to listen.

One day, she will have to look at him again.

One day, she will have no choice but to let him in.

Because he isn’t going anywhere.

And neither is she.

She told herself she was done. That she wasn’t going to cry anymore. That Clark could call a hundred more times, and she still wouldn’t answer. She’d let the phone buzz itself into oblivion, let his desperate messages sit unread.

But every time his name flashed on the screen, her chest caved in just a little more. Every missed call felt like a knife, twisting deep. And the worst part? She still wanted him.

Stupid girl. Stupid, pathetic little girl.

Shopping was supposed to help. Retail therapy, wasn’t that what people called it? New dresses, new shoes, anything to make her feel something other than hollow. But as she stepped out of the boutique, plastic bags hanging from her wrists, she saw him.

Clark.

Standing across the street, staring at her like he was seeing a ghost. His face drained of color, his mouth parted slightly, eyes wide with something like horror—or relief. Maybe both.

And then he moved.

She barely had time to react before he reached her, crashing into her like he needed to prove to himself she was real. His arms locked around her, suffocating in their desperation, crushing her against his chest. His heartbeat pounded beneath her ear, fast and frantic, like a man on the edge of a breakdown.

His hands were in her hair, shaking. His breath was ragged, hot against her temple. He was mumbling, over and over, voice wrecked—"Are you okay? Jesus, you look so thin—have you been eating? I’ve been calling—I’ve been looking for you—what were you thinking, cutting me off like that?"

Her throat tightened. Her vision blurred. No, no, don’t cry, don’t—

But then he was cupping her face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs before they could even fall, and that did it. She broke.

A sob ripped out of her, sharp and ugly, and suddenly she was clutching at him, fisting his shirt like if she let go, she’d disappear.

"Don’t leave me."

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

But he heard.

Something in his expression shattered, and then his arms were around her again, tighter, suffocating, his mouth at her temple, "I won’t, I won’t, I swear to God, I’ll never leave you again."

He said it like a promise.

Like a curse.

The hotel room smelled like cheap soap and something synthetic, the air too warm, too thick. But none of that mattered.

Because Clark was here.

Because he had her pressed up against the door, his lips moving slow, too slow, as if he had all the time in the world. As if he hadn’t spent weeks ignoring his own vows just to be here. His hands were on her waist, fingers digging in, holding her like she might slip through his grasp.

She wouldn’t. She never would.

"Clark..."

She tugged at his hair, fisting the thick strands, desperate. Her nails raked down his scalp, and he groaned, low and guttural. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to pull him apart the way he had ruined her.

His mouth trailed lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her throat, nipping at her collarbone just to hear her gasp. His hands were everywhere—sliding beneath her blouse, palming her tits through the lace of her bra.

"I missed you," he whispered against her skin.

She shuddered.

She hated him for saying that. For making her believe it. For making it feel like the truth when she knew what waited for him outside this room.

His wife. His life. The one she could never be a part of.

"Then don't leave," she pleaded, already choking on a sob, nails biting into his shoulders as she yanked at his clothes. "Please, Clark, don't—"

He crushed his mouth over hers, swallowing the rest of her sentence, kissing her like she was something he had earned. Like he had suffered for her.

"I won’t," he murmured, the words lost in the space between their lips. His fingers worked the buttons of her blouse, popping them open too slow, too careful. Like he wanted to savor every second. "I swear to God, I won’t."

Then he was sinking to his knees, dragging her panties down with him, fingers caressing the soft, trembling flesh of her thighs. His breath was warm against her, teasing, and then his mouth—

"Oh—oh, God—"

He licked into her like a man starved, strong hands gripping her hips as she tried to escape it—but there was nowhere to go. She was against the door, trapped, shaking, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling.

But he wouldn’t stop.

His tongue worked her open, slow and filthy, tracing patterns that made her spine arch, made her breath stutter. He moaned against her, like he loved this, like he loved her, and when he sucked at that sensitive spot—

She broke.

Came apart with a sob, body trembling, legs threatening to give out as he held her through it.

"C-Clark—" she whimpered, tugging him up, needing him closer, needing him inside her. "Please—"

She was crying.

She didn’t even know when it started. But he saw.

He wiped her tears away with his thumb, shushing her, soothing her, before kissing her again—slow and deep, making her taste herself on his tongue.

"Shh, sweetheart... I got you... I'm here..."

He lifted her, carried her to the bed, laid her down like something delicate, fragile. His eyes were dark, hungry, sick.

She should be disgusted.

But she wasn’t.

She didn’t care. She just needed him. Needed him to prove it.

His belt hit the floor with a clatter. His pants followed. And then he was above her, hard and aching, pushing her thighs apart.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you," she gasped, arching into him.

"Say it again."

"I love you—fuck, Clark, please—"

He kissed her as he pushed inside, stretching her open, slow and deep, groaning into her mouth at the way she clenched around him.

He didn’t move at first—just let himself sink in, let her feel how deep he was, how impossible it would be to forget him.

"You're mine," he rasped.

She choked on a sob, clutching him closer, nails scraping down his back.

"You're mine, too," she whispered, voice breaking.

Then he moved.

Deep, slow thrusts that made her body tighten, made her cry out, made her feel everything. He kissed her through her whimpers, licked the salt from her cheeks, moaning every time she begged for more.

"Are you gonna leave me after?" she sobbed, nails digging into his arms.

He slammed into her harder, deeper, as if punishing her for even asking.

"Never," he growled, his forehead pressed against hers. "God, I’m—fuck, I’m never leaving you. I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything but you."

And he meant it.

God help them both, he meant every word.

— 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ☆

— 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 ☆ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟷. 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟸. 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟹.

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𝐜𝐜. 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂���� 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. ㅤ๑ï 𓈒⠀𓈒🐾🪵 【爱】。𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗅 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂 𝖼𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗈𝗆. 𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗂 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗋e

【 不想 】 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐.. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

Jaeyun. Soft spoken, shy, sweet — your best friend. You, however, were the textbook definition of a lost cause. Keeping to yourself, simultaneously being completely geeked out, there was no need for an explanation when you were the epitome of a hurricane eye.

I mean, he wasn’t exactly the same guy you met. He wasn’t as cool as he was now. Before solidifying your friendship, he had his own little quirks, the ones you instantly fell in love with. Because you literally have them too. And it’s embarrassing. No doubt he felt the same way.

First grade wasn’t.. exactly anyone’s prime year, but Jaeyun would consider it, mind being he’s joined his schools soccer team at a ripe 8 years old like a new life accomplishment bound to be. And that’s when he met you. Ever since he landed eyes on you, he’s swore on his life he’d keep, claim you as his.

He was born to pester. Self doubt, the constant need for reassurance, his almost obsessive admiration for Star Wars Lego sets, outrageous test taker, his reactions when he’s genuinely disgusted, those god forbid puppy eyes — fuck. You were trapped. Did you like the Sim Jaeyun? The Sim Jaeyun you most likely have no chance with? Maybe.

You’d think it started from the constant bickering between the two of you, or the way campus security would think you two were a “threat” since you’d get too physical. No, it really wasn’t. It wasn’t just the constant eye-fucking and the loud debates over devastating climate changes, it was him. You loved him for the way he portrayed himself, the way he held his defense against the world whilst simultaneously protecting yours. Keeping his legacy at bay just to keep your mind at ease; it all gave you a reason to fall in love. You’d almost lose whatever hold you had on your heart from his low gaze, your knees buckling in silence as he just.. you know, stares. Like, he gets a real good look of you before turning away. No way. Does he like to check you out? And you’d thought you’d be used to it by now — you aren’t. It’s not like he tries to flirt, you know. It just comes out of him like second skin.

Oh, but Jaeyun. He tries so, so hard to be subtle, and believe it or not, it’s never been fair on his part. Not in the way he wants. This guy is so soft for you, fuck. He doesn’t even know when and how it started. He couldn’t even recall the first time he’s actually seen you that way. He's usually never this soft for anyone, and he actually likes it, he likes being this way with you. It gives him a sense of ease, like a support he didn't even know he needed.

Even with your harsh demeanor and lacking attitude, he knew you by heart. You were gentle, a little too sensitive, emphatic, and expressive. Your quiet laughs, the way you’d straighten your posture when you focused, your gentle nature when it came to children — what wasn’t there to like about you? Absolutely nothing. He loved it when you shied away from compliments, flushed over reassurance, found stupid ways to cope, the way your nostrils flared if you felt too deeply, your eyebrows creasing in curiosity, your eyes glistening under his gaze. It was like you were made for him, it was almost impossible (in Sim Jaeyun's rule booklet) not to think that you weren’t. Like, he wasn’t delusional.. to a point.

He’s missed you. Actually, he’s been missing you. He hasn't seen you since finals came around -- he knew your routine. But it's never been to this extent; were you avoiding him? Sure -- you're busy. Class president, club president, straight A student, athlete, fuck, what was there that you weren't in? He swore you did everything at least once, you probably went bowling with a lobster and striked at least 5 times just to call it a day.

He honestly thinks you’re purposely avoiding him. I mean, theres no way you’d be gone and out of his reach for this long unless something happened between the two of you or you’re genuinely just that busy, and he wasn’t having it. He couldn’t help but think of the worst, having thought of many scenarios that could’ve led up to this point. He kept it known that you were busy but to thus extent sounded almost impossible — he knew you’d eventually come to him to collect your inner peace, but this time, you were nowhere to be seen.

You, on the contrary, are quite literally fucked. You've already fucked yourself over twice prior to this moment -- you accidentally erased all your memory on your hard drive, and almost literally discarded all of your SAT practice questions, a fat fucking book full of questions everyone dreads for $60.

Jaeyun didn't know a thing. How you were lacking sleep, your schedule running in complete contrast to his. Who even wants to sleep in the morning? He knew you were busy, but didn't expect to work yourself to this extent; fighting off sleep just to cram at least one more subject and drop dead on your bed. He's always took you for the productive type, keeping yourself occupied and never leaving room in your schedule to have a little fun. To him, all you liked to do was work. But god, all you wanted to do was to bed rot, or do some fuck ass hobby besides studying and wiring out stacks on stacks of field trip forms that shouldn’t even be your responsibility to check over, and that's all you could wish for, let alone ask for.

He crashed onto his bed in absolute despair, all he wanted to do was talk to you. To touch you. To ask if you were alright, god, he wanted to do everything. Even if it meant sacrificing his whole world for you, he would. Even if it was to kill just to see you right now, he would. He's desperate. I mean, how is he even supposed to sleep like this when all he could think about is you? He can't focus on his own breaths, his own thought process — you're literally fucking this guy over. And he wished you knew, he just wanted some sort of reaction out of you and call it a day. Because now, all he ever wants was to hear you, to see you, to touch.. yeah, touch. To memorize your features, to trace patterns across your palm, to absolutely destroy you in Mario Kart.

He sat up against his bed frame, digging his fingers into his sheets to find a way to calm himself down. He swore he'd go insane if he didn't see you in the next 5 fucking seconds. On instinct, he got up, slipped on his Spiderman kicks (bought on an impulse desire), stepping outside to ease his mind.. or at least try to.

You finally stepped out of your lecture hall, exhaling a breath of air you never knew you were holding. You had heaps of work to do after class, and you don’t want to do it at all. You seriously considered having AI do it or some shit because your professors assigned essays every 3 days thinking you were some fucking robot who could generate essays like it was the easier option than giving you 2 page worksheets.

All you wanted to do was sleep. Double majoring and having so many priorities was taking a toll on you, and you weren't sure you'd be able to do it anymore. You've came across this thought many times before, your workload was getting out of hand and you really, really considered dropping out of all your scholarship programs. But giving up wasn't on your agenda. It was rather to do it, or keep yourself under the bus so no one likes you.

You kept your gaze locked to the floor, striding in slow steps to just breathe. You did this almost every day, just to feel freedom one last time. Jaeyun was full on jogging. This guy could never catch a break, constantly putting himself under some sort of physical activity to achieve a peace of mind. You two were, definitely, total opposites.

You felt an almost harsh shove front of you, your textbooks scattering to the gravel floor. Fuck, now the covers are scratched. You let out a quiet sigh, kneeling to the floor to gather your belongings, feeling a hand stopping you.

“Y/N.” Jaeyun called out, his hand gently grasping yours, trying his best not to completely go rancid. You brushed your fingers away, clearing your throat as you quickly gathered your things, trying to avoid his almost desperate gaze. He gleamed up at you, slowly gathering your things in bundles, placing them back into your tote, avoiding your gaze before speaking up again. “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, a little desperate to hear you say something. At this point, you could say he was almost living off of you — he hasn’t been productive since when you left, when you stood your ground and locked in for finals. He’d beef with the professor if he had to.

You slowly looked down at him, a gentle glint in your eyes. You took a step back, creating a rendered and comfortable distance between the two of you. “Why are you on campus at this time? Are you going to practice..?” He quickly thought of something to say — he did not want to look like a fucking dork and straight up say “I was looking for you, and now you’re in front of me” — it was so unlike him.

After gathering everything, he stood up, slinging your tote bag over his shoulder before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie to at least hide his growing nervousness. “I was on my way to the court.”

You nodded in somewhat understanding, shifting around on your toes uncomfortably. You hated that gaze — the way he stared into your soul like he demands some sort of automated response out of you. You nodded, tugging on the strings of your tote bag to attempt hinting him that you wanted it back. But he was doing this on purpose.

He took a step closer to you, humming as he sorted out his options. You were right in front of him and he couldn’t help but admire you like how he’s always been wanting to. He tilted his head, suddenly curious. “What have you been doing that’s making you avoid me like the plague?” You jolted up in surprise; avoiding you?

He subtly closed the distance between the two of you, testing your reaction. Seriously, the tension seemed like it’d crush the both of you if one of you didn’t make a move, it was so, so heavy. “Answer me.” He gently tilted your chin up to make you look at him. To make you understand and for you to realize that he was being completely serious, and didn’t want a bullshit answer. You swallowed, trying to advert your gaze, but it was nearly impossible when you had your fucking crush, no, your best friend right in front of you. You clearly couldn't think of an excuse, staying quiet in hopes he'd drop the conversation -- but he wasn't letting you off that easily.

He never liked taking silence for an answer.

He tapped on your chin to grasp your attention, his brown orbits piercing through whatever thought you had earlier. “Can you not hear me? Am I invisible to you, Y/N?” He whispered, gently stroking your chin with his thumb. You shook your head, adverting your gaze.

“I just..” you started, trying not to crack your voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just really.. busy, and I haven’t made time to talk..” You let out a shaky exhale, not daring to look up at him — who would believe such a lame ass excuse? Of course you had time to talk to him, you just didn’t want to.

He chuckled, a low one, taking his hand off of your chin and pocketing them once more. “I can see right through you. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not, I don’t know what you wan—“

“I don’t want anything else but honesty. Please, what’s going on? Is there someone that’s occupying your time?” He almost whined that last part, desperate to know despite his rough demeanor right now. He just wants insight on every little thing.

“It’s none of your business, Jaeyun, stop.. You can’t just pry into my business like it’s nothing, I haven’t seen you either!” You voiced, panting at the rising anger in your tone.

“Haven’t seen me? I was looking for you. Every single fucking day I look for you. Don’t you realize it, Y/N? How desperate I am to just glance at you?”

cont.

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[bnnysweets]

SHE’S MY COLLAR

♡ ྀི au masterlist

basket player!abby x influencer!reader at coachella

author’s note: english is not my first language. this is a old ideia i had, i’m not trying to copy anyone! inspired by @cameronsbabydoll & @valeisaslut <33

warnings: use of y/n (IM SORRY OKAY ☹️) but it’s only one time. reader is called sweetheart and babe. slutshaming. abby defending reader. fluff.

you received a invite from a brand to attend to coachella for free, they would pay the flight, hotel, transport and your ticket, so you obviously agreed to. you spent weeks searching the perfect outfits and hairstyles, you were making a mini vlog too! showing how everything would go, you were so excited that abby kept calling you a puppy.

when you two arrived you had to talk to the brand’s representatives and do a ad but after that you were free to enjoy the show. abby was quickly spotted by paparazzis and fans, she took some photos and you went to the vip area.

during the beabadoobe concert you and abby were all loving birds, hugging, kissing and dancing softly. a fan recorded you two looking at each other while singing “glue song”, it blew up on tiktok. people made edits of the moment, a heavy contrast from the way everybody reacted when your relationship was discovered.

but the moment that went viral was while megan thee stallion show, abby was by your side, arm heavy on your waist. you were singing “bigger in texas” lyrics without even thinking, and abby was looking at you, with hungry eyes. you didn’t noticed, in fact you only saw this after your best friend sent you a edit you abby looking at you with “hungry eyes” by eric carmen playing at back. this moment brought up some comments:

“they’re so jock and popular girl coded”

“the way my girl is LOST INTO HER EYES omg what u did to her y/n”

“i’m gonna tell my kids 4th of july is because of them”

the day after, you woke up with 13k new followers and with 30 texts from your best friend. you opened twitter and a video of you and abby kissing at the drinks stand line had 7 million views, you froze and called abby, who was out buying breakfast. “a video of us making out blew up.” you said quickly, “hello to you too sweetheart.” she said like your whole world weren’t falling apart. “ABBY! this is serious! everyone saw you grabbing my ass.” and she left a loud giggle, “this isn’t funny abby!” you said almost screaming, “babe is not that deep.” you let a loud scoff, “yeah, maybe for you. you ain’t the one being called bop.” you said frustrated, “just when I was finally being taken seriously, this happens. honestly i don’t know what to do.” you completed and for a minute all you heard on the other side of the line was the background noise, “fuck what others think of you. and if a brand wanna cancel anything with you because of a fucking teen gossip maybe they’re the immature ones. i understand how sponsorship is important but you don’t need it. you’re charismatic and have a loyal audience, it’s enough.” abby said with a angry undertone, not towards you but at the situation. you thanked her, “always sweetheart.” she said and ended the call.

later, abby tweeted “every gossip page owner it’s just a failed journalist, you guys need to grow the fuck up. you’re really 45 and posting bout my girlfriend’s skirt? omg go get a real fucking job.” it blew up, and one of the big pages deleted all the tweets talking about you, scary girlfriend privilege i guess ;).

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