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honorhearted · 3 months ago

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With each pass of her fingers through her wet, tangled hair, Benjamin's embarrassment grew. He'd never even seen his own mother's hair in a state of undress, so to know Anne was his very first exposure to female indecency had him flushing hotly despite the deep, bone-aching chill rattling within his frame. He had lain with a woman before -- he wasn't that naïve -- but there had never been any true vulnerability to the act.

Her whispered I'm sorry broke through the air then, startling him, and Benjamin shrugged with a tight smile. "It was the price I paid to help my country," he softly said, "and I'd gladly do so again."

Anne spoke of her own nightmares, and something inside of him crumpled at the thought of her trembling, crying, and without any true anchor.

"I can’t imagine how terrible it is for you," she whispered. "A-And to deal with them alone…”

"I'm unmarried," Benjamin softly reminded her. "I'm accustomed to being alone."

God, had that sounded as pathetic as he feared? Wincing, he amended, "What I mean is, I've been on my own since I was a young boy at Yale College. Immediately after school, I set off to earn my own living, and then the war started...and then I wound up here. I haven't lived with anyone -- not beyond my schoolmates -- since I was about three-and-ten years old."

That, however, was markedly different. Benjamin had been a bright, happy child with the unshaking optimism of youth; he hadn't yet suffered any cause for nightmares.

Anne offered a tight smile. “I doubt you ever thought your duties would consist of protecting a woman from thunder,” she quipped.

Benjamin flashed an equally wan smile. "After all my prior duties, something of this nature is welcome," he reassured. Gently, he touched her elbow. "Come along," he entreated again. "My bedroom is back this way."

Anne's eyes flew wide. “W-What about you?” she pressed. “I mean, wouldn’t it be warmer for both of us to…?”

For a long moment, Benjamin found himself incapable of speech. Although she was right -- back at camp, he and his men had often huddled together for warmth during the bitter, biting months of winter -- this was far, far different. This was equally a matter of survival, yes, but it was also inappropriate; it was with a woman. And not just any woman, but the woman who had inexplicably plagued him over the past few weeks.

Slowly, Benjamin shook his head. "I don't think that would be wise."

“A-At least take a blanket?" Anne persisted. "And, maybe, if your duties extend so far, do you think you’d be able to stay with me?”

Benjamin heard very little after this request. He gaped at her, long and almost unseeing, before exhaling through his nose with a low swallow. "I can't... I-I shouldn't," he corrected. "Miss Wynter, I do not trust myself." Grimacing at his slip of the tongue -- had he truly made such a bold-faced declaration aloud? -- he yet again took her arm and coaxed, "This way, if you please. I have another blanket I can take from my armoire."

Leading her inside his bedroom, which was simply furnished with a wardrobe, a writing desk, and a small bed by the window, he exhaled before steering Anne toward said bed. Finally, he compromised, "I can sleep on the floor beside you. A-as in, you will get in my bed, and I'll take the floor."

“Not even me?” She cracks a weak smile, even though she knows the answer he’s sure to give. Her fingers idly comb through her hair, the slowly drying waves pulled to one side and cascading over her chest. Each knot, each tug and tangle served to reminder her of the reality of the situation. Nothing would happen—good or bad. He wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t wish harm upon her. But he also wouldn’t kiss her. And he most certainly wouldn’t love her.

The thought catches her off guard and she can’t control the twisted up expression that crosses her face, puzzled at her own mind. Where did such a sentiment come from? She had been nothing but a burden to him since the day they met and now her heart was daring to think he was capable of loving her? It was foolish, hopeless, and utterly childish. After all, the last she knew he was dead set on courting Sarah and Daisy, and had no interest in lowly, rude governesses.

“I’m sorry.” For what exactly she isn’t entirely sure. The apology is all-encompassing, for all the wrongs and inconveniences she’s brought upon him since they first crossed paths. She’s sorry for his suffering, for the way his nights were plagued with torment and haunting memories. Her heart ached at the thought of him lying in bed alone as the nightmares wrenched through his psyche, at the thought that he hadn’t known true peace in years. Neither had she, and she wouldn’t wish such a thing on anyone, least of all someone as gentle as Ben.

“I get them, too. Nightmares. I wake up in cold sweats and crying. Sometimes screaming, though thankfully that hasn't happened in years. But... I can’t imagine how terrible it is for you… A-And to deal with them alone…” Anne squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the thought. He didn’t need her pity nor did she suspect he wanted such a thing. But, as cruel as her words could be, Anne’s heart was far too big for her own good.

“I doubt you ever thought your duties would consist of protecting a woman from thunder.” A sheepish smile crossed her lips and she averts her gaze. In a way, he was her Prince Charming. He’d appeared out of nowhere and saved her from a threat she hadn't even known was there. He’d whisked her away to his 'castle', gave her dry clothes and warmth, and offered her every ounce of kindness that she surely didn’t deserve.

Get into bed. Her mouth went dry and she raised her eyes to meet his. He meant it sincerely, she had no doubt, and yet the implications of such words were not lost on her. She doubted he planned on sharing the bed with her--his offers of sleeping on the floor proved as much--but it didn't stop her mind from imagining what a scene might look like. She hadn't even shared a bed with George, someone who had undoubtedly taken far more from her than Ben could ever dream of doing. And yet the idea of lying beside him didn't offend her as much as it excited her.

“W-What about you?” She asks with wide, doe eyes and a furrowed brow. “I mean, wouldn’t it be warmer for both of us to…?” Anne stops herself, cheeks blazing as she shook her head, desperately trying to rid her mind of the thought. “A-At least take a blanket? And, maybe," Ashamed, she winces at her own thoughts. “If your duties extend so far, do you think you’d be able to stay with me? J-Just in case the storm dares to come this way. Just so neither of us have to be alone. I may not be entirely comforting in your waking life, but perhaps having someone nearby might help quell the nightmares.”

#awynter #a crossing of paths #//ben: lol i can't share a bed with you : )#i don't trust myself to be a gentleman : )#ben 5 secs later: .....who said that? : )#long post tw

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absolutebl · 3 years ago

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Hi! I’ve been going through your backlog to like posts with recs and other posts to keep in mind when I’m rewatching so I, very sorry for the notif spam.

While I was doing that, I stumbled across your post on metonymy. Fascinating- I didn’t know that had a word. Do you have any specific favorite metonymy (scenes) in BLs? Or a link to a post where you’ve already done this? Thank you.

Hi!!! Welcome, I don't mind the notifs, I'm exactly old enough never to enable them on my phone, so they won't bother me. I’m flattered.

The metonymy post in question is here.

Ooooo, well I haven't done a post but lemme think if I can find a few!

Favorite Uses of Metonymy In BL

“Metonymy is a subtype of [literary] metaphor, in which something (like rain) is used to stand for (or model/represent) something else (like sorrow).”

I'm not sure it is in general a favorite, but it is VERY BL and I'm always amused to see it so...

1. Shower = sadness

Crying in the shower is just such a BL take on what, in most dramas would be crying in the rain, or crying when it's raining outside. Since BL is, ya know, horny I’m amused that in order to get at this one, they feel like they have to strip the boys and stick them in a shower anytime something tragic happens. Also, like following the boys into the men’s room, this is something that’s only really done for gay romances.

Here’s my absolute favorite execution:

Third in Theory of Love.

2. Kissing in the forest = understanding & unity

Specifically I love it in DNA Says Love You. This is the big romantic “finding each other again” acknowledgment of feelings kiss. It’s a very cool thing to have occur in the woods like this, and actually comparatively rare. (The forest is often used to indicate relationship confusion and rediscovery, but not usually in such a special way as this.) The chaos and the risk represented by wilderness, contrasted against the unity and cohesion and safety of being together as one at last, is particularly poignant with this couple.

Plus the beam of light on their faces, it’s all very symbolic of not just cohesion but enlightenment. (Although I did spend a some time concerned about Amber getting sun burned, he’s so pale.) Plus it’s Taiwan, so it’s a great kiss.

3. Sitting in an empty room = Loneliness

BL loves a wall slide into loneliness, especially being closed off alone in a room. So the key components are: an empty room, or space, to represent the abandonment the character is feeling; usually some kind of high contrast lighting, to emphasize the shadows and darkness; and the actor’s body language indicating dejection, usually sitting on the floor leaning back on soemthing (bed, wall, door). There are a ton of these (especially in episode 11s) but I always think about Korn in Until We Meet Again. It’s absolutely classic.

This one uses peekaboo framing - which is this idea of something interrupting the view, making the watcher feel like they are intruding on a private moment (AKA a dirty shot). But Director New had this shot hugely cut into by blocky wall darkness, so this execution feels particularly ominous. He uses this framing style for KornInn A LOT and as DeanPharm get closer and closer to their own past, they also start to get this kind of framing and darker treatment. (New isn’t often clever as a director, but he was VERY clever with the two main threads in UWMA.)

I should note I like this loneliness metonymy one so much I have it as my icon, that’s from 2 Moons 2.

4. The rooftop = enlightenment

More than just enlightenment in BL a rooftop setting is almost always used for communication and understanding. It’s where two characters go to finally ACTUALLY talk to each other. It’s a safe place to be alone together, but also the height and location is being used to represent understanding. So literally being higher up = enlightenment (closer to god) but also higher up allows one to look down on the world and see everything as smaller and less significant and simultaneously more of a whole. So the rooftop is used to telegraph to the viewers that the couple is gaining perspective on their relationship. The most iconic version of this trope, for me, was Fighter and Tutor’s countdown in Why R U?

This is a VERY old trope in BL, and comes from the way back machine in Japanese 90′s yaoi, we see it in Takumi-kun, one of the first BLs and it’s particularly common in Japanese stuff still to this day.

5. The bridge = bridging differences

The bridge is often used to indicate that the couple is mending their relationship, literally bridging the divide between them. Perhaps a bit in your face, but there’s a lot of hand holding and kissing on bridges in BL. It’s about crossing a divide safely, both in reality, and as a couple. Of course my favorite version of this is the confession kiss in We Best Love.

Although the most iconic in Thai BL is probubly the same story beat but in SOTUS.

6. Saturated lighting = nirvana (epiphany?)

I’m not quite sure how to put this one, but there is a way to use saturated lighting and a fuzzy lens not just for the usual (dream state) but to indicate a kind of emotional climax, the act of having one’s greatest wish and hope realized. Korea uses this one a lot (especially in kiss scenes, Color Rush in IN YOUR FACE about this), but my favorite execution is Utsukushii Kare’s from Japan.

In this case the brightness of the lighting is being used to indicate getting what you want at last. A kind of orgasmic achievement... if you would, blinding in its satisfaction.

7. We are on this road together = the future as a couple

There are lots of good versions of this. The road and walking down it, usually hand in hand, is used to represent being on a journey together. I can be used near the end of narrative to indicate happy ever after (like in Puppy Honey 2) or it can be used in the middle, to indicate more to come. Literally and figuratively: the couple is on a shared path. While I do ADORE Puppy Honey’s versions, that’s not my top pick.

My favorite execution of this is actually Long Time No See because it’s drawing a contrast to expectations of this trope. I love a twist on an old trope. The director put these two assassins walking down train tracks together happily, which has the same unity symbolism, but also tremendous inherent threat (the train is coming). This occurs about half way through a narrative that is about to get very violent indeed. So I LOVED this part.

Also their unity is interrupted not by the train but by ordinary people and their own fear of exposure (as a gay couple). Fear from characters who we know could kill without remorse with their bare hands. It’s so powerful to watch society’s expectations interrupt and dominate a couple who should, by rights, exist entirely outside of that society with no care for its expectations... yet they still do care.

So the doom that comes at them as they walk together is not a train, but other people. ARGH. It’s just chilling.

8. Staggered couple = power imbalance

While I am all over the place on how I feel about seme/uke I do love a power imbalance, AKA when one character pines/loves more than the other. When one character is rich and the other poor. Or when there is a significant age gap.

Again Until We Meet Again’s KornIn are one of my favorite versions of this. In is very much the one who has more feeling, more interest, and more yearning. Korn is very much entirely in the position of power, rich, aloof, dangerous. The fact that New put Earth sitting on the ground at Kao’s feet in this scene is SO telling, and such a symbol of their whole relationship, especially early on. When Korn kills himself later on and In doesn’t know what to do but follow him, it’s this image from EARLY on in their relationship that I always think of. Also, note it’s another peekaboo shot? So clever.

It really harkens back to origin manga style, again, so yeah.... I love it.

Here’s another execution where it’s the start of a relationship, but presented in a more open, optimistic positive light. Seven Days uses a bold direct framing style and approach because that’s Yuzuru’s personality, and it’s his perspective, but Seryo is often emphasized as taller, or framed at an upward angle because he is an unattainable object of interest and curiosity (desire even).

I always find it particularly impactful and intriguing when one character is standing (or sitting in a chair) and the other is on the ground at his feet. Probubly because I’m hella kinky.

Is this strictly metonymy? Probubly not because setting isn’t playing as much of a role. But I love it anyway.

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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so we got the ari leaving aster 😔 but what about ari introducing the baby’s to her and her reaction 🥺 i feel like she’d be so upset as if he were replacing her or something

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Aww goodness! You know Kitten was having some conversations with Aster to help soften the blow. But let's take a peak at when she finally meets them. Ran and Kitten decided to make it a small family vacation since they had to travel so far. *For the sake of this fic, Kitten is the reader insert, and Little Princess is just going to be called that or LP.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Love You Always

Summary: You and Ransom visit the Everett-Levinson's

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: fluff

Warnings: Sad Aster, soft!Ari, soft!Curtis, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

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"But, but, but are they small?" Aster demands your attention in the back of the car. Her little legs twitching around.

"Yes, little star, they're going to be very small. She did have three babies in her belly. Mama had two and you were tiny. And your daddy isn't quite as big of a man as Airy and CC."

Ransom pouts at this admission. His hands gripping tighter to the wheel, "I mean taller baby. Airy is a big man."

"What about Curtis?" you glare at him. Yours and Curtis relationship was such a short time frame, but he was forced to watch it unfold. "Hmm?"

"We're not talking about this. That was my past. You my dearest amazing and wonderful husband are my everything. Well and three kids that are the most precious beans I've ever in my life seen," he rolls his eyes grumbling something, and you swat at his arm, causing an ehh sound from Iris.

"Don't hurt my daddy!" she screams from the back causing Blade to jolt in his sleep.

"Yeah, Kitten, don't hurt her daddy."

"Tell daddy he better behave then or he's getting a spanking."

When you hear Ransom growl, you know that he didn't miss that, "That better be a promise, or it's you, that's getting a spanking."

Ignoring the comment all together you point at the house, "Oh there it is! Look at how cute the it is. Oh, Ran, I can't wait. Three babies to cuddle and snuggle with."

He points in the back looking at your most precious boy, "Oh, I haven't forgotten my Bladey either. Hims so perfect, too. Just like our angel and little star."

"Uncle Airy! I see him," her hands go to her buckles, carefully trying to get herself out of the carseat. "Uncle Airy! Come get me!"

"Azzie quiet," Iris whispers, her eyes looking at Blade who wakes up. Those eyes looking for his mama, and starting to cry when you're nowhere to be found.

Finally freeing herself from her confines her legs jump out of the SUV running to Ari who scoops her up. The two of them clinging onto one another, but with a crying toddler who wants his mama you can't pay attention. "You spoil him, Kitten."

"Oh, hush and get your other daughter out. She's sitting back there like a good girl just waiting," as soon as you pull Blade out of his seat, his cries almost nearly stop. "You're worse than your daddy. Ari, how are you?" you walk up to him giving him the biggest hug. "You look happy."

And he does. His lines have soften, still that sun kissed skin as before from working outside, still the carefree attitude. The difference now is there's the biggest smile planted on his face. He informs you that LP and Curtis are inside. Both holding onto the babies; Curtis with the twins, and LP won't even set Owin down.

"I understand. Something about a mama and her boys. Well go on. Show us your house."

"It's not quite as grand as the townhouse or the estate, but it's cozy. And I know I'm not the best judge, but the babies they're perfect."

"Who is biologically the father's?" Ransom asks. Not because he means to be ugly. You both knew how it was a concern for them to know for medical reasons.

"Owin is biologically mine. The twins are Curtis'. But all three are ours," he stops right before opening the door, "How's Frank? I heard he's got a baby."

"He's good. You should really talk to him yourself."

"He has to apologize first. I never once judged him for what he did as harshly as I should. And yet...no, this is supposed to be a happy day. Come on Azzie, I want you to meet my babies."

She gives him a quick pout, her nose curling up looking at him. "I thought I was your baby."

"You are, but you're still daddy's baby right?"

"Daddy's angel. Sometimes his star. Mostly mama's star."

He gives her a quick cheek kiss, "What about Steve? Aren't you his baby?"

"Not anymore. He's got that rotten thing that he keeps at his house now. Daddy let's me throw dirt at him," chuckling he takes her in the house. Such a calm and inviting homey feel that the three of them have made. So many people would want to judge them because they all freely love one another, but not you and Ransom. You see the love and care they have with each other. Not feeling jealousy or feel like they're being tugged in too many directions. Their relationship is one of the most functional ones you've ever seen. Including your own.

Seeing the big burly Curtis lay shirtless with those two tiny girls on his chest napping. His crystal eyes just staring at those tiny little babies. Randomly looking over to LP and even at Ari, complete contentment. Their wife just staring down at her little bear cub, you can't help but almost get tears in your eyes. "Oh Ari. They're so much cuter in person."

"Put me down. I wanna see these girls," Aster nearly tiptoes over to Curtis. Her little hand reaching forward to touch one, but quickly she jerks it away. "Is it okay for me to touch them?" Ari smiles and nods his head and she gently touches Evaluna. "Why is she so small?"

Their wife looks up at your daughter with the utmost kindness, "They had to fit in my belly, and their dad and daddy are such big men. They almost didn't fit as it was."

You can see the thoughts running wild through Aster's mind, contemplating some big thought as she tries to process what she wants to say or ask. Her deep blue Ransom eyes look up at Ari, and then back at the girls. When she looks back at Ari, her eyes are welled up with tears. "Does this mean you don't love me anymore?"

Ari grabs her up from the floor, his arms wrapping all the way around her, "No. Does your mom and dad love you less since Blade?" she shakes her head no. "With kids, it's like your heart gets bigger to accommodate all of them. And your good ole Uncle Airy is a big man, so I have a lot of room for my heart to grow okay?"

"Can I hold one?"

"Me, too!" Iris almost whisper shouts, finally coming out from behind Ransom.

"You two sit down, CC and I will help you hold one. Kitten, if LP will let you hold the boy, you guys could do a little trade off."

Blade looks at you, smiling but shakes his head, "No no," he whispers. That little bitty head laying on your shoulder. So you just sit close by. Tapping the couch to let Ransom join you as the two biggest beefy men that you've ever seen, so gently hold onto babies, placing them in your babies laps.

Aster still with tears in her eyes looks up at Ari, "You promise you still love me?"

"I promise with every part of me Azzie girl. I will love you always."

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #DA AU #DA AU ask #DA AU chat #🍄anon #ari levinson #ari levinson x aster drysdale

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rattyoakenbitch · 4 years ago

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❝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

after all this time, i start asking why i'm staying

were you ever mine?

are we something that's worth saving?

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, happy ending

❥ warnings ; cursing, themes of cheating

❥ synopsis ; you're will's s/o. when he comes home from work, you can tell he's off. what you didn't expect was him to kick you out.

❥ a/n ; none!

"Will?"

You call out after hearing the front door to your house open and shut. When you don't get a response, you get up from your laying position on the couch and approach the front door.

There, Will stood. His back was turned to you as he hung up his coat, and although you could not see his face, you could immediately tell he was off. Even the energy around him felt dark and tense.

"Oh, hey, hun.." You said anxiously, trying not to set him off in any way.

Will didn't react to your voice. Instead, he backed away from the clothing rack and walked past you, not even bothering to spare you a look. This wasn't the first time Will acted out like this, especially considering he was exhausted all the time from the work Crawford gave him. But he would at least greet you soon as he walked through the door, not flat out treat you as if you didn't exist.

"Will," you sighed dejectedly, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. You quietly followed him upstairs to the master bedroom, where he began to strip off his work clothes, changing into something more comfortable. Still, he ignored your presence. You had to make another move.

You slowly approached him from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders. You were immediately taken back when he forcefully removed himself from your touch and walked away to another corner of the room.

"Will, I just-"

"What?" he scoffed mockingly, "You just want to help?"

"You're my boyfriend, Will, of course I want to!"

He laughed.

"It certainly doesn't help when you breathe down my neck every fucking minute."

Tears pricked in your eyes, Will's vicious tone scaring you. You searched Will's own eyes, trying to find any trace of remorse or regret. He had none. You didn't even know who you were looking at.

"What are you talking about, Will? When you want space, I give you space. When you want love, I give you love! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to leave."

And then it was quiet for a moment. You both stood there silently, feet away from each other, eyes burning holes into the others.

"..What?" You stared in disbelief. "Wh- What are you saying right now, Will?"

"I want you to leave. I want you gone, Y/N. I don't need you anymore."

"No," you bit your quivering lips, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Will averted his stare from your crying form, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting.

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Lies. "It's best if you just leave."

You choked on a sob. "What?! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? We were okay just the other day!"

Will remained silent, still not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Is there someone else?"

"I- No, Y/N. I don't owe you an explanation."

"So this is it, then? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Please, Y/N. Don't make this harder than it already is."

"This is hard for you?! You're not the one getting kicked out!"

Will sighed, somehow managing to remain calm while you screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." And the conversation ended there.

You began to pack your bags. You also phoned a friend, asking them if you could crash for a bit until you had a stable job and a home. You were not about to sleep on the sofa tonight.

You opened and slammed drawers, taking your anger out on furniture as you took your belongings with you. You also did it to spite Will, who attempted to get some sleep. But he did not complain. He continued to act as if you didn't exist.

It made you wonder. Where did it all go wrong? How long has he thought about leaving you? Was there another person?

Will wouldn't answer your questions. At this point, you didn't wanna know.

You were able to finish packing up within an hour. Will was still wide awake during that time, listening closely to the angry banging of furniture, quiet sniffles and shaky inhales as you tried the best you could to keep your composure.

You loaded all your bags into your car, getting ready to head to your friend's place. You went back inside to get a couple more things and look around the house a final time. You stopped by the front door as you were about to leave, your eyes landing on a picture on the windowsill of you and Will. Your already tired, red eyes welled with tears again. You opened up the frame, sliding the picture out and folding it into your pocket. Not like Will would want it in his house anyway.

And so you left.

You didn't say your goodbyes. You just left.

A week had gone by. Will carried on with his job as usual, attended his therapy sessions, but he never once mentioned you. Not a lot of people knew about you and Will's relationship, or what was once a relationship. Since his coworkers already knew so much, or what Will deemed to be enough information about him, he wanted to keep your relationship secret. Not that you minded.

The only person who knew of your relationship was Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but even when it ended, he didn't tell them anything. He didn't tell them how guilty he felt the night he kicked you out. He didn't tell them he still had nightmares about you being harmed. He didn't tell them how he was the one harming you in his nightmares. He didn't tell them how empty he felt when you blocked his number and social medias (ok sorry but like little headcanon here?? will has an instagram and it's just pictures of him fishing / or of his dogs fnsmdnskdjsk).

He never told them how he tried not to stay in his house as often, because it reminded him of you.

He was definitely acting strange at work. It was easy to tell. Even Bev pulled him aside to inquire about his health. But he continued to keep his mouth shut, until he couldn't.

Will rushed to the front door when he heard little taps on the metal screen. Secretly, he hoped it would be you. But when he opened it, there stood Alana Bloom. Will always thought Alana was beautiful. But how could anyone disagree?

Her long, dark waves that framed her perfect, slim face were never unchecked and unkempt. Makeup or none, preppy work uniforms or pajamas, she always seemed to look her best.

You even found yourself feeling small and insecure when Will invited her over for you to meet. But he assured you that she could never even compare to you. You believed it.

Alana's thin lips curled up into a soft smile. "Will. Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." He let her in and she walked through the front door for the first time in forever.

"Jeez," she chuckled. "How long as it been?"

"Maybe too long," Will simply replied.

Alana walked around the house, scanning every detail while Will patiently trailed behind her. The dogs were playing outside, so it was just the two of them.

"Why did you decide to come over today?"

"I've been worried about you." She turned around to face Will, who stopped a few feet in front of her. "But now that I'm here in your house, I can see why you've been acting off."

"What's your diagnosis, Doctor?" Will joked, an attempt at lightening the tense air.

"Y/N. They left, haven't they?"

There it is.

Technically, Alana wasn't wrong. You did leave, but Will never clarified in what circumstance.

Will looked at the ground.

"Yeah.. Took all the photos too."

"Hey," Alana began, her finger resting under Will's chin, prompting him to look up at her. "You don't have to hide from me."

A week had gone by. A long, lonely, miserable week. You crashed at your friend's for two nights before your parents invited you to live with them while you worked on getting back on your feet. They didn't live too far, so you thanked your friend for their hospitality and moved in with your parents.

As you finished unpacking your stuff, you realized you were missing some things. You cursed at the realization you would probably have to pick up some stuff from Will's.

You still had the key, so you would have no problem getting in, unless he had the lock changed of course. You were only worried about running into him.

What the hell?

You got dressed. You didn't wear anything fancy, but in case you ran into Will, you felt obligated to look presentable and show him that you could still make it without him. You decided on doing a bit of makeup. Again, nothing fancy. Just enough to conceal the dark circles under your eyes and make your features pop.

And then you headed on the dreadful drive to Will's place.

When you got there, you were too nervous and too focused on making the trip quick to even notice Alana's car in his driveway.

However, what did catch your attention, were the many dogs Will owned. They ran up to you as soon as they recognized you. They panted as they jumped and wagged their tails, expressing their happiness the most they could. You tried your best to pet them all, your mouth lifting up into a smile. You didn't realize it but you really missed the dogs.

You dug around for the key in your pocket and pulled it out, quietly unlocking the front door and letting yourself in.

"You don't have the hide from me.."

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of a female voice.

When you walked into the living room, you were horrified to see Will with another woman. Alana.

Their lips were locked, engaging in a passionate kiss, not even noticing your presence. You felt sick as you put the pieces together.

"Now I know why you kicked me out," you whispered, half to yourself and half to Will, who almost about pushed Alana off him at the sound of your voice.

Both their cheeks heated up in embarrassment when their eyes fell on you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Look, I only came to pick up some stuff. Then I'll be out of your way." You didn't once look away from Will, deciding to totally disregard Alana's presence and apologetic mutters.

With that, you rushed out of the living room and into your bedroom, searching under the bed and in the closet for your missing items.

You heard faint talking from the living room but tuned out most of it, deciding it wasn't worth your time or even your business in the first place. Then you heard the front door shut and a car start from outside.

Before you could process what might've happened, you heard Will's footsteps stop outside the bedroom.

"Y/N, we should talk."

"No, we shouldn't."

"You blocked my number."

"What good would it do if I kept it?"

"Please, hear me out."

Disgruntled, you turned to face Will, sending a cold glare his way.

"Look, unless you found a way to make a time machine and give me back the time I wasted on you, I don't want to speak with you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!" he snapped.

You scoffed, "Well surprise, douchebag, I have feelings and you hurt them!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?" he calmed down now.

"Are you? Really?" You shook your head. "A sorry won't fix this, Will. Not after what you did. Gods- I can't even look at you right now."

You laughed. "You know what fucking sucks? After all you did, after the cheating and the lies, I'm still in love with you."

Will teared up. "I was never with Alana, Y/N. It's always been you."

"Then, why, Will? Why did you throw me out so coldly like that?"

"I began to have dreams, Y/N. Nightmares," Will admitted, his voice beginning to break. "Nightmares about people hurting you. Criminals. It was too real. As much as I loved- As much as I love you, I never wanted you to choose me. I don't want people using you as a weapon against me. To hurt me."

You slowly walked towards Will, stopping a foot away from him. You looked up into his glossy bambi eyes as he spoke.

"It was when the nightmares got worse, when I was the one hurting you, that I realized you weren't safe with me."

You cried. "Oh, Will. I wish you had told me."

"I couldn't. I didn't want you to remember me that way."

You laughed. "Well, I ended up remembering you as the asshole who kicked me out, instead."

Will managed to give you a smile through his tears.

He brought his hand to your shoulder, and gently lead it up your neck to the side of your face, cupping it lightly and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"I know. I know, Will. You aren't a monster for having nightmares you can't control." You brought your own hand up and placed it against Will's, leaning into his warm touch. "I'm still here. I'm alive. In your hands. And I feel safe with you."

Almost hesitantly, Will leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His body felt tense, but when you kissed him back, you felt his worries disappear into the air.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Stay with me tonight?"

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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Hiiiii I haven't sent an ask in AGES and rn I'm struggling to cope with the reality of pss 2.0 since Charlie got back home so- how about some Frankie and baby Charlie + baby Richie content? 🥺

Frances Mae, as we know well by now, was a born caretaker. She later was to be a dedicated nurse in the Second World War and had always stuck up for her brother (and her father) when ever she could. Although she had a strong relationship with her brother, Richard, it wasn’t very smooth at first.

At barely two-years-old, Frances was terribly displeased at the fact that her darling father had his attention taken by a strange child who randomly appeared in her house one day. She did not like that one bit and it took her a few weeks to really warm up to the idea of having a sibling. Yet, once she did, there was no breaking that bond.

Richard was born not even a month after Charles and the eldest Seavey baby and the youngest Besson baby were as close as twins. Now, Frances loved her little brother by the time her second birthday came and went, but in her little mind, she technically had two little brothers. That was incredible.

Corbyn had bought her a little dolly at the shops and she was easily catching onto how to care for a baby – well, the best a two-year-old could – between her doll and watching her mother with her new baby brother. However nice the dolly was, it was measly in comparison to the real baby that slept in the room down the hall from her. Richie was just so much better.

It was June 3rd and the Besson’s had gone over to the Seavey’s to celebrate Elizabeth’s birthday. Frances was proudly two and her baby brother was freshly three-months-old. Christine carried the baby into the parlour and Frances hurried after her with her dolly in hand, joining both of the women by the short bassinettes near the wall. Four-month-old Charles was sleeping in one of them and Richard was laid in the adjacent, the two boys looking like little angels side by side and dressed in white.

The two pairs of parents swooned over them a little and Frances smiled proudly from her place in front of Corbyn’s legs, his gentle hand petting over her wavy brown hair.

The adults soon sat themselves around the parlour with tea and talked amongst themselves. Frances had the whole rug to play on with her dolly but her gaze kept drifting back over to the bassinettes nearby. With the parents busy talking about grownup things, Frances declared herself primary caretaker of the boys since she was obviously the only one with her eye on them. There was a small mewl from one of them and Frances got herself to her feet and patted over quietly to the bassinettes.

“Frankie girl.” Corbyn’s voice had the two-year-old looking over at him quickly, “Be gentle, please.”

She only smiled reassuringly at her father, “Yes, Dada.”

With one hand on the end of each bassinettes, Frances rose up onto her tip toes to peer over the sides. Two pairs of blue eyes were staring back at her, one set shaded a little more like the foamy ocean and the other a little more like the springtime sky.

“Hi, babies.” France cooed softly, her toddler voice rising even higher still.

Richie was munching sleepily on his fingers, blinking up at his big sister, and Charlie’s little mouth opened in a yawn, his arms stretching above his head as his eyes scrunched closed for a moment. Frances rocked the bassinettes side to side carefully, her actions slow and aware – she certainly didn’t want to upset her father by making a wrong move – and watched the boys’ eyes flutter closed. To put it plainly, Frances thought the boys to be hers. They were her perfect little dollies to play with whenever she pleased.

“Night night.” Frances smiled proudly, scurrying around the side of Richie’s naptime bed. She set her hands on the side and tried to lean over to kiss him, nearly dumping him out if Corbyn didn’t throw himself across the parlour at record speed to snatch his toddler and steady the baby.

“Careful, Frankie love.” Corbyn whispered.

“Kissy.” Frances protested.

“You can kiss them when they wake up, alright?” Corbyn steered her back to her dolly on the parlour rug.

Frances frowned but obeyed and sat herself back down to play all by herself.

A few moments later, the boys woke up hungry, squirming and crying together, and Frances jumped right up to tend to them.

“Shh, shh, babies.” she soothed, rocking each bassinette again gently.

Christine came up behind her daughter and leaned over to scoop up her crying son.

“Mine, Mama.” Frances jumped up and down eagerly, holding up her hands to her mother gently cradling her baby brother.

“Richie needs his lunch first, love.” Christine said, leaving her daughter with a stroke to her cheek before finding her place back across the parlour.

Charlie cried shrilly from his small bed and Frances went back up on her tiptoes to reach in and pat his tummy gently.

“Shh.” she whispered, easily copying the habits of her parents.

“You’re a good little Mommy.” Elizabeth chuckled to her goddaughter as she came over to tend to her own son.

“Charlie’s my baby.” Frances said sweetly, batting her big brown eyes up at her.

“I see that. You have your hands full with two babies, don’t you?”

Frances nodded proudly. She watched as Elizabeth leaned down and carefully lifted her crying baby from the bassinette, her actions a bit more hesitant than that of Christine since Charlie was her firstborn. Habits had yet to become second nature but they were getting there. Frances skipped after Elizabeth and stood in front of her while she started to feed the baby, making sure she had her shawl draped over her politely in front of their guests. Daniel, who was sat at his wife’s side, watched her quietly and gently ran his fingertip over his son’s soft head.

Frances copied him, gently petting her tiny hand over Charlie’s thin brown hair. Daniel smiled lightly at the little girl. She leaned right down and kissed the baby’s head.

“Leave Auntie Lizzie alone, Frankie love.” Corbyn chuckled.

Elizabeth only laughed quietly at the toddler’s sweet innocence and watched her skip over to her own nursing mother. Frances kissed her brother’s head too and gave him a little pat under the shawl their mother had draped over her shoulder for privacy.

“Me too.” Frances said, climbing up on Corbyn’s lap and then lifted her dress up around her shoulders and reached for her baby brother.

The adults laughed loudly, much to Frances’ confusion – what was there to laugh about?? – and Corbyn hurried to pull his daughter’s dress back down.

“No, no.” he corrected her gently, smoothing out the material safely over her lap, “That’s only for mommies.”

Frances didn’t argue – she rarely argued with anything her father stated as fact – and just sat quietly and looked between her two babies nursing. When their lunch was finished and they were each burped, Frances jumped at the opportunity to have some playmates. She was sat back on the rug, framed with two cushions, and the babies were placed in each of her arms.

Frances beamed with pride, holding her babies like a grown up under the loving eye of her father sat on the rug across from her just in case. She couldn’t decide which baby to look at, flicking between Richie and Charlie, left and right, one and the other, until she was nearly making herself dizzy.

The boys were staring up at her quietly, Richie sucking contently on a pacifier and Charlie munching on a rubber baby toy, both pairs of blue eyes soaking in the gentle toddler that held them ever so carefully in her small arms. Richie reached up messily towards his sister’s face and he could just barely brush his tiny fingers over her skin.

“Richie.” Frances giggled, and leaned down to kiss his head, almost dropping Charlie in the process if it wasn’t for Corbyn’s extra hand reaching out to hold him in place.

But Frances thought she was the best little caretaker for the boys, her little chosen twins. Even as they grew up into active little troublemakers, she made her status as eldest perfectly known to them. She was their reality check and their protector and, arguably, the one who loved them the strongest.

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chlodani · 4 years ago

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This is my new smau. It's a Sokka x F!Reader pairing smau. Title: More Than A Roommate

Trigger warning: Mature! Slight swear warning! If your sensitive to mature language and swearing, I've warned you ahead of time. Mentions of sex!

Y/n's new roommate seems intensely interested in her life and wants to know everything about her. She's flattered and a little freaked out, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Though she thinks it's a problem that he's so handsome and their living together. But what will he do when he finds out Y/n's a Firebender? Will he accept her for who she is or will he shut her out because of his bad past with the Fire Nation?

Special Edition Part 19 Continued. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I quickly gathered what I needed. It wasn't much, but I did grab my sword. I never know when I'll need that. Even though I'm a Firebender that can bend red flame and red lightning, I'm still badass with a sword. Though I can't take all the credit, Sokka helped me with part of that. He's helped me to practice and he's taught me what he knows. A tear slipped from my eye as I stood in Sokka's room for a moment, staring at his boomerang on the wall. As I turned my head, I looked at the picture he had of us on his nightstand. I picked it up, looking at it, as a couple more tears fell. I cleared my throat, closing my eyes forcing the rest of my tears away. Wiping away the tears that remained, I opened my eyes setting the picture down. I looked directly at Sokka in the picture.

"Dont worry Sokka, I'm coming for you,"

With that said, I walked out of the room, heading out of the apartment.

. . .

Adelina's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth in my sister's apartment waiting for my friends to arrive. They were taking forever. I just wanted to leave on my own and go find my sister. She could be in serious danger right now. As Toph said I can believe that she went off alone, but I'm just so angry with her. If something happens to her, I would never forgive myself. She's my everything. She's my Boo. I need her. And whether she admits it or not she needs me to. And this is one of the times she needs me. Ughhh! I wanna kick her ass so bad. Though I guess I cant blame her. I am as much in love with Zuko as she is with Sokka. If Azula was doing this to Zuko, I'd wanna do more than just kick her ass. I jumped as the door opened. Pretty much all my friends walked in at the same time. And Iroh was behind Zuko. I face palmed myself. I looked directly as Zuko.

"Zuko, what is Iroh doing here?" I asked him trying not to show him how angry I was for my missing sister and future brother-in-law.

"We're not the only ones who are Y/n's family Adelina. Iroh is to. Uncle's known you guys since you were kids, he wants to help. He cares for her too," Zuko explained to me.

"And you forget Lina, that my nickname used to be, Dragon of the West - I am still a Firebender and I want to make sure nothing happens to the people I love," Iroh explained to me calmly.

I sighed as I looked at him. I didn't have time to debate.

"Fine, - But we have to go, - Right now - We're already running out of time," I told them in a hurried panic as I headed to the door.

Nothing will stop me from protecting Y/n and Sokka.

. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I headed to the Earth King's old quarters. I figured if Azula is going to be hiding out anywhere in Ba Sing Se, with that sicko of a dick waffle Jet and the Dia Lee agents, its gonna be there. And I wasn't playing around. As soon as I got to the door, I blasted two of the Dia Lee out of the way. I want my Sokka back and nothing will keep me from him. I walked throughout the halls and the main throne room but I didn't see Azula. I knew they both were hiding here somewhere. As I walked throughout the throne room, I felt a familiar presence. I stood firm not wanting to turn around. He quickly grabbed my wrists as he stood behind me, standing as close to me as he could. He made me drop my sword. I closed my eyes as the sound of the sword hitting the floor hit my ears. Jet held my wrists tightly, as he pressed himself against me.

"Its nice to see you again Y/n, -"

I could feel shivers running through my entire body. And they weren't the good kind.

"Jet? -"

"We haven't seen each other in awhile Y/n. I've tried texting you but you didnt answer -"

He was getting closer to my neck. I had my eyes closed, because I didnt want to admit this was happening.

"When texting didnt work I tried calling but you still didnt answer -"

Jet moved his lips along my neck so softly, it drove me insane. My breath hitched as he pressed himself against me.

"Though, I can look past you ignoring me for weeks, if you - give me the chance I deserve, -"

"You know you don't deserve it," I told him.

"Really? -"

Jet quickly turned me around, pressing me to the wall behind us, pushing himself against me. He had my wrists held down, so I couldn't fight back. He still moved his lips along my neck. He knew just how to do it, in ways that would drive me crazy. I tried to move, but Jet had me held down.

"You lied to me Jet," I said to him.

I tried to show him I was angry, but he was hitting the sweetest spot on my neck. The spot he knew was my favorite before when we were together years ago. I honestly hate him right now.

"I lied to you only because I love you - I needed you back. I cant live without you. - "

He gently pressed his lips harder. I wanted to cry, but I forced myself not to. I still forced my eyes to stay closed.

"I need you in my life - I dont want to be forced to live without you - "

"Then you shouldn't have lied to me and joined Azula,"

He moved his lips down farther.

"You don't understand - I needed you - I still need -"

He brought his knee up between my legs, creating friction. A slight whine left me.

"Where's Sokka?"

I tried to speak sternly, but with what he was doing, it was really difficult to keep my composure.

"Look Y/n, I know you still love me, - You cant deny it,"

"Yes, I can - You're nothing that Sokka is - You never have been and you never will be,

! - He's better than you in every way!"

Jet said nothing for a moment as he looked at me.

"How can I prove to you that I still love you?"

I stared directly into his eyes, with the straightest face I could possibly have.

"You can't,"

I could see the anger hidden behind his eyes. In an instant he pressed his lips onto mine with force. He pressed himself against me as hard as he could. I honestly didnt know what to do. A part of me still did love him. Those feelings dont just go away. Jet still had me held down, but he kissed me like he used to when we were together before. Before I even know what I was doing I kissed him back only slightly. I honestly wish he'd never come back. I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Just as I felt him moving his hands down to my thighs, he was ripped off of me and thrown to the ground. I looked over to see Mai.

"Thank you Mai," I said to her in a soft tone.

"Damn Y/n, if you were over Sokka that quickly, you could've just dumped him," Mai said to me.

I shook my head.

"No, I'm not -"

I was just staring at Jet. Mai had her foot on him, holding him down.

"What happened with me and Jet is a long story, but the only person I care about right now is Sokka. I need to find him. As far as Jet is concerned, he can go to hell," I told Mai.

She knew I was upset with Jet by the tone of my voice.

"Well, I may need your Firebending as an assistant while I tie him to this post," Mai said to me forcing Jet to his feet.

I stared directly into Jet's eyes as Mai held him. Jet knew I was angry.

"I'd be my pleasure," I spoke in a calm voice.

"Y/n, don't do this! - You know that we're meant to be together," Jet protested as Mai dragged him over to the post.

"We were once - But life goes on Jet - Not everything has to stay the same. I moved on from you. You should do the same -"

"I can't," Jet spoke as Mai finished off the knot.

I squatted down in front of him.

"You can,"

Jet almost had tears in his eyes as he looked at me.

"I love you,"

"Then let me go, - There is someone out there for you Jet, but it's not me. - Maybe it was once, but we've grown apart. And deep down you know that. - When you kiss me you try to hard to make the feelings real, when you know they're not -"

"I love you Y/n, I always will,"

I gently took hold of Jet's hand.

"Of course you will, - You'll always love me - I was your first love, and you were mine we will always love each other, but that doesn't mean we should get back together just because we feel our old feelings and we think they're the feelings of now. - I fell in love with Sokka - Deeper than I ever did with you - And that's okay, because that means I can move on, and you need to move on too, -"

"I dont think I could ever let another girl kiss me,"

I exchanged glances with Mai. She gave me a knowing smile. She knelt down beside me, quickly grabbing his face, attaching their lips, kissing him with a passion. I could tell he was surprised, by the look on his face. He didnt even know what to do. Mai and I both stood up at the same time.

"Where's Sokka?" I asked her.

"He's just down that hall, in the third room on your right, - I'll stay here with Jet so he doesnt try anything too crazy. Just be careful of Azula, she could be lurking," Mai warned me.

I nodded to her. Without another word I left them alone, to find Sokka. Azula is going to pay, for even thinking about hurting my man. I headed down the hall, to the room Mai told me of. Sure enough when I entered, there was Sokka sitting against a bed on the floor, tied to the frame. He had his head down looking at the floor. I cautiously entered the room.

"Sokka, -"

He perked his head up, when he heard my voice.

"Y/n! Oh thank God you're here!" Sokka exclaimed as I rushed over to him.

I smiled as I looked into his face. I couldn't stop myself as I touched his face softly.

"Yeah, - I had to come," I told him softly.

I started to untie him.

"I knew you would, love - Jet and Azula are insane. Once I get outta here I'm gonna give them both a piece of my mind,"

"Don't worry baby, Mai is taking care of Jet and I'd suggest leaving Azula to me,"

I helped Sokka stand to his feet.

"What you think I cant handle it?"

I put my hand on his arm.

"No, sweetie that's not it. It's just I dont want you to be in the crossfire of one of Azula's lightning blasts,"

"Fair enough,"

I gave him my sword as a defense mechanism. Just as we started to walk out of the room, I heard footsteps down the hall coming this way. I put my hand on Sokka's chest, stopping him. I waited and listened. Just as they were right outside the door, I blasted them with fire, knocking them back a few feet. Sokka and I rushed out the door. It wasn't Azula like I had thought. It was one of the Dia Lee. I took Sokka's hand and we rushed off together to find her. Once we were outside in the courtyard, we stood there and waited. I could feel the presence of someone around. I listened and waited and made sure of my surroundings carefully. Just as I felt her a few feet behind us, and I knew she was going after Sokka, I stepped in front of him, putting a huge firewall in front of us, to protect him.

"So, I see you've defeated my Dia Lee and my secret weapon," Azula said to me in a challenging tone.

"It wasn't much of a secret weapon, - I mean come on using my ex-boyfriend, you really think I couldn't defeat him?"

"I just thought he was more angry than he actually was - Pathetic really, -"

"Well, now you have no beef with us, so you can let us go willingly," Sokka said to her.

"That's where you're wrong, - You see Jet mentioned something to me about helping me get revenge on Zuko and his friends for betraying me and lucky for me Y/n happens to be one of his best friends since we were kids. Today is just my day," Azula explained to Sokka.

A challenging look crossed my eye.

"Bring it on," I challeneged.

A devious smile passed her as she just stared at me. Just as she shot a huge flame of blue at me, I fired back at the same time with a huge flame of red. Our flames collided making an even larger flame of red and blue in the middle. I wont let Azula win. I'm stronger than she is. And she knows it. That's why she's trying so hard. Azula was trying to fire back stronger, but I was better. I went even larger with my flame, causing hers to dissipate, knocking her to the ground. Anger crossed her face as she looked at me. I stood before her with a determined look to my face.

"You've always been jealous of me Azula. - I can fight better than you - I never focused on my anger as a fuel for my fire. Your Uncle didnt just teach Zuko, he taught me and my sister too. We followed by everything he taught us. And we've stuck to it everyday of our lives since, -"

In her anger Azula got herself up and shot a fire kick at me. I quickly blocked it.

"You should've listened to your Uncle," I told her intimidatingly.

"Oh, I've learned a few things from my Uncle," Azula said to me through her anger.

I watched as Azula got into her familiar stance. I knew exactly what she was doing. I readied myself. Iroh told me I might need to use this to defend myself someday. Azula shot a bolt of lightning my way. It pushed me back as I caught it. I almost couldn't breathe or hold onto it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the terrified look in Sokka's face. I let that fuel me. In just a few seconds I was the one controlling the lightning. I felt the energy and it was exhilarating, but it was also terrifying. Just as Zuko had stated once before. I redirected the lightning to shoot just past her head, singeing her hair. She was beyond angry as she looked at me.

"I've learned a few things from your Uncle too," I told her now even more intimated.

Sokka stood by me proud as he put his arm around me. I looked over just as our group of friends came running in. And Iroh was there to. Adelina ran over to me trapping me in her arms tightly. Zuko had hold of Azula.

"I am so glad you're safe," Adelina said to me in a slight panic.

"Yes, Lina, I'm fine," I told her.

She leaned away from me.

"It was so awesome! Azula shot lightning at her and she just stood there in firm ground and redirected the lightning at her! She was so cool!" Sokka exclaimed.

I chuckled at Sokka's reaction. I love him so much. It's hard for me not to love him.

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dawnwriterimagines · 6 years ago

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"Do you like it?": Thomas Hewitt (Smut)

Request: Thomas hewitt s/o puts on lingerie for her husband. @chola-inc

Warning: Violence, brief Gore, mentions of rape, and Smut.

You jumped as the front door slammed open, you spun around at the sound, the wet dish in your hand slipping from your grasp and into the metal sink with a clack. Screams of protest followed as you walked around the corner, wiping your damp hands on the front of your dress. You calmed slightly as you found Charlie hauling in a young girl, about your age, by her legs, which were desperately flailing about, eager to get free. The girls hands were bound by cuffs, her wrists bruised and swelling, "Please, let me go! No!" She cried, her voice shook the house as she bellowed from the top of her lungs.

"Come on, now," Charlie grunted, dragging the blonde haired girl across the floor, frowning as she grabbed the stairwell railing and held on tightly. "Fuckin' hell, you damn bitch. Don't act like I don' anything to ya, yet." He snickered to himself before dropping her legs like dead weight, she fell with a thump before attempting to stumble to her feet. She screamed fearfully, her bound hands clawing at the wooden floors as she was dragged away, the older man grabbed her once more and began hauling her up the stairs. "Now, that's a betta idea, I haven't had a nice lay down since the war. I like yo' thinkin'."

"No, no!" She screamed, her throat raw from her pitiful attempts in resistance. That's when she saw you, her eyes wide and almost relieved as you walked forwards into the light of the open entrance. You looked normal, a pretty girl probably from a town like her, nothing like the Texan freaks she's seen so far, and besides that you were free, no shackles or chains. "Hey, hey!" She called, desperately, her body shaking. Her hands clung to the railing, her palms digging into the splintered wood, she hardly noticed that the man stopped moving. You looked up, your eye's connecting with hers and she couldn't help the cry of relief that escaped her. "Help me, help me, please! Please, help!" She pleaded, she sobbed and that's when that monster of a man came through the door. "Oh god..." she whimpered.

Charlie locked eyes with you, a sadistic grin on his face as you raised a brow at him, he enjoyed beating the spirit out of other, the tactic was used repetitively in war. If not physically then, it was sure to work mentally. So, this wasn't much of a surprise for you, but still there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

The girl's eyes widened horrifically, you feared they'd pop out of her skull as Thomas entered the house. Dragging in two men by their ankles and flung over his shoulder, their blood mingled and dripped down the giant's back and to the floor. Thomas breathed heavily through his dark, leather mask, still slightly winded from the hunt and the hot, Texas sun. The men, whom the girl proceeded to scream at the sight of, we're both missing at least one limb, their faces beaten into swelled, bloody messes that you were sure weren't mask worthy for Thomas anymore.

Thomas moved forwards, his right foot coming out behind him to swing the door closed. As it shut, he took another step before he saw you, just as the morning light peering into the house began to fade to a dull eerie presence. Suddenly, you became the light of the house and his attention immediately went to you, his eyes wide as he noticed you. His eyes locking with yours. You felt your lips twitch upwards irresistibly as Thomas turned fully to face you, moving as if in a daze in slow steps. He hadn't seen you in what felt like forever, his tall frame blocking the struggling girl from view as she gasped in panic.

"No, no! Run!" She warned, her voice cracking frantically. She failed once more, Charlie kept a hold on her as Thomas turned towards the girl as did you. "He'll kill you! Get away from him! He killed my friends!" She shook in both rage and unfathomable fear as Thomas only continued to peer into her very soul.

But, no one moved. You stood there, your lips curving up into a small smile as you then turned back to Thomas, your husband, placing a hand on his heaving chest. He calmed considerably, turning towards you as if in question, we're you hurt by the girls words? Did you want him to kill her himself? He wouldn't hesitate and you full well knew he wouldn't, he'd do so in a heartbeat. You only giggled softly up at him, tugging at the neck of his shirt and he began to lean down towards you, understanding.

"I missed you," you breathed, before your lips collided with his, your hands cupping the back of his neck. Thomas closed his eyes against you, nearly forgetting that he still had two men in his grasp as blood dripped from his shoulders onto your bare neck and down your dress. You both pulled away as the girl gasps sharply before letting out another scream just as Charlie hauls her upwards with a laugh.

"Atta boy, Tommy!" He yells gleefully from the top of the stairs before a door is shut loudly, drowning out the girls screams of horror.

Thomas straightens, satisfied as he moans lovingly before glancing down and noting the blood running down your chest and staining the front of your dress. He knew it wasn't yours as you had no gash or cut, he knew it was due to the bloody corpses he's holding onto. But, he couldn't help the way he stared down your open top of your dress, it clung to you like a fitted blouse and accentuated your perky breasts. He felt his lower regions begin to heat up, the feeling filling him as it brought about a primal urge inside him. But, he knew there was no time for that, unfortunately, he still had to dispose of the meat.

You noticed his attention diverted and you looked down before chuckling as you noticed, "Oh gosh, I'm a mess," you joked, your hands wiping at the thick blood sliding down your neck. Thomas swallowed as you only smeared it around your neckline, his mouth opening in a low, tortured whine. You noticed and you tilted your head in confusion, "Tommy?" Oh god, even the way you said his name.

You then glanced down, the bulging tent in his pants forming agonizingly, made you bite your bottom lip before looking up at Thomas. "Hey, baby, why don't you put them downstairs," You nodded over to the corpses, your fingers tracing over his jaw as your opposite hand glides over onto his shoulder. "And then, me and you, can have alittle time to ourselves...yeah?" Your eye's sensually looked back into his, he could never say no, and why would he anyway?

He groaned needily under his breath, nodding eagerly, eliciting a pleased giggle from you as you gripped his shoulder to calm the aching sensation between your legs. You let go reluctantly as you realized you were only urging you both more, you began edging towards the stairs, "I'll wait fo--" you were interrupted by the boisterous voice of Charlie.

"Ya'll gonna have to wait a lil' longer," he shouted from the stairs, you jumped before turning to look at Charlie who stood at the top of the steps. "Tommy, you finish that meat, ya hear?" Your husband grumbled before proceeding to drag his feet towards the basement door. "And (y/n), I'm gonna need you up her', come on, darlin'." You sighed before glancing back at Thomas as he shut the door to the basement. You jogged up the steps just as Charlie open the door to the bedroom he kept the girl inside.

You winced upon stepping inside, the girl was tied up to the bed post her wrists bound and her clothing stripped from her. Only the thin sheet splayed out on the bed to keep her warm and covered. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling, most likely shaking off the feeling of having Charlie fuck her senseless, her legs rubbed together as if to gain feeling. She was gagged and only small groan's came through the cloth as she breathed and huffed against it.

You looked away as Charlie walked over to the corner of the bed, he chuckled at the girl as she edged away from him. "Ain't she a cutie?" He asked, his hand came up cupping her cheeks, squeezing hard as she whimpered. You decided to interject, placing a hand on his shoulder making him pause.

"Why am I up here? What did you want me to--" you were interrupted again as Charlie let out a low groan as he leaned down and picked up the girls pile of clothing.

"Here you are," he plopped the clothes into your hand. You raised a brow at him, "But, I didn't--" you began but, he shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"You and Tommy will enjoy it, trust me," he snickered, before the girl arched off the bed slightly, her sense regained as she began to struggle once more. "Now, get on to it. Momma said that if she doesn't get no babes by--" you blushed harshly, hissing at him and he burst out laughing.

"Charlie!"

He only proceeded to direct you out the room, with a sly wink before closing the door behind you. You frowned before looking down at the clothes and sighing before walking off and towards yours and Thomas's shared bedroom.

As you entered, you set the clothing down, picking up the first thing that caught your eye. A torn shirt, bloody, which would definitely stain, it was covered in tiny flowers. You shook your head, dropping it to the garbage bin beside the desk, you scooped up the pair of shorts the girl had come in with. The pockets were ripped and the sides were horribly sown together, it would come apart with the first yank. But, then once you set aside the shorts, you picked up the last, thin article of clothing, surprised to see what it was. Your cheeks immediately going red, gaping slightly before sighing and laughing quietly at Charlies lude sense of humour.

"Oh, gosh, Charlie," you grumbled under your breath, sighing as you pulled up the thin, lace fabric of the underwear. The places where bra padding would be placed were cut out, leaving only the straps surrounding the area and connecting the top to the bottom half. The bottom half was definetly more clothed but, cut out around the belly and sown together with lace strips, connecting to the panties which had a slit down the middle. Your ears burned as you couldn't help the small giggle as you recalled what most women did this in regards too. Either a special date night, a frisky evening, or the wedding night.

You then frowned slightly, you hadn't done anything really with Thomas during your wedding night. Well, you two took the car to the abandoned house of one of your victims, a small family of three, rude bunch. It was actually a romantic week for the both of you and you spent so much time with one another, fortunately the house was about another mile from the beach and you'd walk there every day. The town wasn't far from the little, abandoned town you and Thomas reside in, so most parts had already retreated out of the area, so it was an empty beach besides you two. Thomas had fun with you, having never been to a beach before, you both splashed around and laughed all day. At nights, and most mornings, you'd make love to one another. Releasing all the pent up sexual tension and frustration of not being able to do so before your marriage, you both spent hours in bed, but there was no baby. Not yet, anyway. You two were still trying, and Thomas wanted a baby so badly, he showed you how much almost every night.

You placed a hand on your stomach, tracing your finger around the smooth skin of your belly. You wanted a child just as badly, and you felt like you would be getting one soon. But, right now, your biggest concern was Thomas, he was so good to you, and he deserved the best. So...maybe a little present today would be a nice way to end the day, you hoped he liked it. You held the revealing lingerie to your chest for a moment thoughtfully before smiling widely.

You giggled in excitement of what the night would bring as you heard the chainsaw beneath the floorboards begin to calm.

You placed the lace undergarment on the bed before bending over and lifting the edges of your dress up and over your head. The cool air hit you and you shivered slightly, slipping off the plain, white underwear you wore underneath, you didn't bother wearing a bra anymore. Thomas found it too complicated to take off from the straps one day and you decided that you'd be fine without them. Shrugging off your tank top, you stood completely naked in the center of the room, glancing at the mirror at the other side of the room.

Then, you remembered, you still had dried blood all around your neck and chest, it was starting to smell and you grimaced. Walking over to the bathroom on the opposite side of the room, you grabbed a rag before running the water, wiping your skin clean before glancing at the messy bun you had thrown your hair into. As you tossed the rag, you reached up and pulled the ribbon from your hair, carelessly your head full of curls, rained down framing your face. Maybe Thomas would like it down? To be honest, so did you.

You then exit the bathroom, finally ready to begin your evening with your husband, you could already hear the basement door opening down the stairs. You pulled the lingerie into your hands quickly, wondering quietly to yourself, how do I even put this on?

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For once, there were no screams of horror mixed with bloody gurgling, no groan's of protest as limbs flailed, just the sound of flesh being torn and mutilated. The lack of incessant noise from his normal victims gave Thomas more time to think of you and the things he could be doing with you instead of down here with these bloody corpses. He slammed his knife down onto the limp wrist of his victim, frustrated with the burning feeling that only proceeded to take hold of him. He whined loudly, his large fist shaking as he grasped the knife handle desperately, he needed you now.

He shook his head before with a final roar, he gave in, his hand slamming down and he scoops up the limp body before lifting it up to one of the suspended hooks. The weight slammed into the sharp hook and impaled it through the back, suspending the rest of the body into the air.

He turned finally and began making his way upstairs, he opened the Basement door before closing it behind him. He passed the living room where Luda Mae and Monty sat watching their usual shows, hardly noticing the large man's footsteps behind them. However, he passed a bathroom on the way, his eyes catching the reflection of himself in the mirror, blood smeared across his shirt and face. He groaned before shaking his head as he stopped and walked back to the bathroom, he couldn't go to you looking like this. He wanted tonight to be special, you and him had hardly had enough time to spend together for the past week. The last thing he wanted was for you to be covered in dried blood as you embraced him or gave him a kiss, he'd hate himself for that.

So, he closed the door behind him and ran the water over his hands, the blood washing off from his fingers and between his nails. He took off his mask, not daring to look into the mirror, before washing off the specks of blood it carried. Placing it aside he grabbed a rag and wiped all all the blood and grime from his face before lifting his shirt over his head. It was torn and bloody, he couldn't let you see that, so he threw it into the bin at the side.

Only a plain white tshirt underneath, he opened the bathroom door, stepping out as he fixed his mask into place. At least he looked somewhat presentable now, he wished he had more more time to prepare something for you. He climbed the steps, hearing the pitiful, muffled screams of the girl in the opposite bedroom. Maybe he should've gotten some flowers, didn't men do that for women they loved, why hadn't he yet? He should do that. He just got to the door as he was about to turn around and put his thinking to action, when he heard your voice.

"Thomas," your voice beckoned him, you sang his name like a song and he found himself immediately swooning. The dull lighting in the room only set the mood, Thomas slowly moved forward pushing the door aside.

His mouth went dry in an instant, his heart thudded against his chest rapidly, his eyes widening so much that it almost hurt. His eyes locked onto you, where you were sitting on the bed, half naked and giving him a sly little smile. "I've been waiting for you," you moaned, your hand coming up to trace down your chest, which was exposed and bound by lace straps.

Suddenly, he forgot how to breath, his mouth gaping in disbelief, never having seen you in anything so revealing. He swallowed as his eye's caught sight of how the straps of the lingerie held on to your body tightly, accentuating every curve and crevice of your body. He's never seen anything so beautiful, and you were all for him. He loved how it fit around you, your perky breasts spilling out for his eye's to behold and his hands to grasp and praise. God, he could just go to his knees and worship you right there, but his urge for you had only grown and tortured him the very moment he laid eyes on you. And he couldn't wait any longer.

As if reading his mind, you stood to your feet, walking over to him and placing both of your hands against his chest. He whined against you, his hardened member pushing against the fabric of his pants. "Do you like it?" Your fingers dragged against his neckline, running down his torso and towards the bulging tent poking between your legs. He looked down at you, his breathing ragged and needy as his eye's begged you for your touch. "It's just for you." You bit you lip, smiling innocently, before pulling the collar of his shirt to which he obediently followed.

You directed him onto the bed, he plopped down his eye's never leaving yours and you grinned, leaning down as your fingers slowly began unzipping his pants. The moment you had his throbbing member free of the suffocating constriction, you cupped his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands immediately drawn to your waist, you took this as a moment to climb onto the bed and settle onto his lap. His pulsing dick moving past the slit in your lingerie and sliding into your slick opening.

You both part as he let's out a loud moan of pleasure, your body arching at the new sensation as you gasp, taking a second to get used to the feeling. His fingers dig into your thighs, delightfully surprised by your sudden movement, pleased to see the things your outfit allowed you to do.

His hand gripped the back of your thighs, his other hand rubbed your mid back, urging you to continue moving. You obliged, you hips driving upwards before setting back down, you found yourself liking the reaction it brought out of Thomas. Eliciting a whine of relief from him and a thrust of his hips upwards as you dropped your pussy onto him repetitivly. His size filled you up, leaving you breathless at each movement, "Ah, Tom-Tommy," you breathed, relishing in the feeling of your husbands member inside you.

Thomas buried his head into the crook of your neck, his right hand pulling down one of the straps in the back of your lingerie, your hips forced down from the force. Burying his length deep within you, you let out a scream as your arm's wrapped his neck instantly, your legs shaking against him as you reached an orgasm. Thomas groaned, keeping your hips down on him, the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost sent him over the edge. As soon as you began to loosen your grip, he lifted your hips upwards before bringing them down, gleeful of giving you your first orgasm of the night. Your wet pussy made his rapid movements easier and it was almost no effort on his part to direct your waist into his.

He couldn't take his eye's off of you as your eye's crossed from your ecstasy, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You couldn't get out any words to describe how you felt, only gasped moans as your back arched from the erotic pleasure. His fingers slipped under the straps of the slit in your new lingerie, tearing it, giving him access to your dripping opening. The moment his fingers rubbed against your clit, you lost it, letting out a scream as you reached your limit. Thomas's eyes widened as the familiar, overwhelming feeling of your walls clenching against him made his dick harden. "Thomas!" You cried, he couldn't hold it any longer as your fingers came up, running through his hair and you set your pussy down one more time on him. Filling you to the brim, his tip stretching the entrance of your womb, before he exploded inside you.

Roaring out his relief as his balls emptied and pulsed within you, you shook slightly as you felt his cum entering you, your walls coated with the thick liquid. You rested your head against his chest, breathing unevenly as you held him close, taking a moment to just let you both recuperate. Thomas's arm's were wrapped around your waist, the thin straps around your body suddenly didn't sit well with him. He wanted to feel you against him, he needed to free you from these binds, he had to touch your skin. And so, he began tearing the material away, you jumped in surprise, Thomas, what are you doing?" You questioned, before yelping as he stood up, his grip on you kept you upright but he spun around and let you fall to the bed as he tore the lingerie from your body. You gasped as you went completely bare, frowning slightly, "I thought...I thought you said you liked it," you pouted, sitting up.

Thomas tilted his head in question before bringing up the torn straps of your erotic underwear, he took a moment to understand what you meant before quickly shaking his head. His hands erratically began to sign, hoping you'd catch what he was trying to say before you became upset with him.

No, you looked beautiful. I just wanted to feel you, not that. I'm sorry.

You smiled in understanding before looking up at him, you giggled and opened your arm's to him, "Oh well, I could always get another. Now come 'ere, big boy." he didn't hesitate as he crawled onto the bed next to you and wrapped his arm's around you.

You laughed gleefully against him, his chest rumbling against yours in happiness as you pressed your pink lips against his. His hands roamed your smooth skin, growling under his breath in pleasure as he found every curve and angle. His lips moved with yours, hardly realizing you had untied the straps of his mask, letting it loosen. As he pulled back, the covering of his face fell between you both, he flinched before reaching for it, recoiling from you. But, your hand only gripped his larger hand, wrapping around his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth and pressing your lips onto his palm. Looking up at his disfigured features he never understood how you could look at him without wincing once, without flinching away in disgust, without screaming. Like everyone else.

He scolded himself, mentally, you were better than them, you were better than anyone he knew. You understood him, you were patient with him, even when he couldn't be patient with himself. He knew you'd never hurt him, not like everyone else had. You're his wife. All his.

And you did smile up at him your face leaning in close to his, breathing against his torn skin, "My Tommy, my husband," you whispered, your fingers lightly grazing his cheeks bones and around his jawline. Thomas looked at you as if bewitched, unable to move, only to stare as if you weren't real, as if the moment he looked away, you'd be gone. You then looked up at him, deep into his eyes, your movement pausing as if time had stopped, and you said those beloved three words. "I love you."

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queen-rogah · 6 years ago

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One of us (Roger Taylor!Ben Hardy x F! Reader)

Summary: Y/N went to Roger's flat to surprise him, but she was surprised by a huge nightmare

Warnings: Angst and Foul Languages

Writer's Note: Hi there! This is actually my very first time to write a fic and I hope you guys will like it! This fic is based from the song ONE OF US by Abba

They passed me by, all of those great romances

You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances

From the time you arrived in London again and feel the cold breeze nipping your skin made you feel so much excited to see the love of your life, Roger. You came home from a family vacation and stayed in the family house for almost a month. You have survived just calling Roger through the phone and writing letters to him even though he can't write you back due to his tour with the band. In the last few weeks, Roger didn't contact you that much so if you call him on the phone, Freddie would be the first one to answer and say that Roger is busy or gone in his flat. You understand his life as a well known rock star and through those endless gigs and parties that Freddie would throw, you sometimes think if Roger have eyes on someone.

My picture clear, everything seemed so easy

And so I dealt you the blow

And now you're back and giddy to see him, probably plant a lot of kisses all over his face by the time he'll open his door of his flat.

You took the taxi with much excitement again and said the address to the driver as he accelerated his way out of the street. You stared at the view of London again, feeling the atmosphere and imagining the reaction that Roger would make to see you home earlier that you have told him. Deep down still have that doubt, but you tried to slip that away and smile to yourself. Remembering that Roger said to you that he'll never break you heart, since you're also the love of his life.

When the vehicle finally stopped in front of the building where Roger's flat is, you gave him the fare and thanked him as you stepped out and stood there. You sighed deeply and quickly went in front of door, you rummaged through your wallet if you have his spare key with you and see there together with your own apartment key. You silently inserted the key and unlocked the door open, tiptoeing inside and closing it softly. You look around the place where all of your memories of him we're made and smiled at the pictures framed on his coffee table. The telly was open, so he's home.

You took off your scarf and set your things aside to look around to find him. No one is in the living room, the kitchen, his another room where his drumkit is, so you look over his room with his door closed. You smiled and made your way towards the door and happily opened it with your excitement

"Love! I'm back!--"

You stopped on your tracks and look clearly to what you're seeing.

It's Roger, sharing a bed with Sherry, the groupie you knew of the band. Your blood run cold and suddenly began to boil. You look over at them, sheets covering their naked bodies and their clothes scattered around the bed. That's the same bed you first had sex with Roger, the bed where you used to lay with him and talk about some things and now, you're seeing another woman in that bed full of damn memories.

"Roger...How fucking dare you--" Tears streaming down your face

"Y/N! I can explain this!." He said as he put on some clothes and tries to hold you, but you kept on stepping back from him until you both are already outside his room.

"Explain Roger?! You have to explain what you did? Oh no, I don't fucking care what kind of explanation you have to say about this. All that I have to say is that you're a cold hearted person and you don't care that you have me, your girlfriend that loves you so much, that needs you so much, that wants to see you much. And then I came home to see this? Fucking your own groupie?! You're fucking disgusting Roger." You sob as your voice became hoarse and rough with the anger and sadness coming over you.

Roger can't talk right now, he's just facing the floor since the words you've said stabbed his heart. What he did to you just didn't stabbed your heart, it broke your heart and shattered it into a million pieces.

"Y/N, please...I can make it up to you, I promise I'll change, I'll change for you." He pleads as he went down his knees, his hands gripping your hands.

"You've hurt me Roger and I can't forgive you. I guess I'm right..." You mumbled and pushed him away from you, walking away towards the living room.

"What do you mean Y/N?."

"I'm right about what I'm thinking about you! These past few weeks, you never call me, so if I tried to call you, Freddie would be the one that will talk to me through your phone. Little did I know you're already fucking that skank of yours and she never thinks that you have me." You smugly said and sarcastically laughs at him. He's so ridiculous.

"Please Y/N, I beg you to forgive me. I swear in my life, I will change..." He said but you didn't listen. You just took your scarf again and took your things.

One of us had to know

Now it's different, I want you to know

"Goodbye Roger Taylor." You said and walk out of his flat with tears still falling down your face. Feeling the broken heart that the person you loved the most gave you. You imagine him crying over you and throwing different things in his flat right now, even kicking out that bitch he have in his bed.

This is the first time you didn't kissed him by the time you came to visit him in his flat.

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3 YEARS LATER

You laughed with your friends here in this restaurant since its your birthday. The feeling of three years without any partner in your life is the best thing that happened to you. You only surround yourself with positivity in the last years, even though you have gone through the biggest heartbreak that he did, but you did good in the end.

As your friends said that you'll make a wish, you closed your eyes as you wished for endless positivity in the next few years with your family and friends, and to someone that will make your heart flutter. By the time you blow your candles and opened your eyes, your happy expression turns into sadness. Your eyes looked at them, their hands tied together and she, she's so beautiful in that dress she have, her brunette hair perfectly cascades down her back. It's been three years, you promised yourself that you won't be heartbroken if you'll see him because you've move on. Turns out, you haven't.

One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Your hands gripped around the metal handle of your luggage. You ran away, away from him. You quickly went to Freddie's flat and pound loudly on his doors, causing some neighbors outside their doors to look at you in annoyance. Freddie has been the friend you have in the group, the friend that gives you advices to your relationship with Roger if anything goes wrong and he's like the peacemaker for the two of you. But now, you don't think he will be the peacemaker after what Roger did to you.

The door opened to see Mary, his girlfriend and you waste no time but to drop your things and hugged her tightly, the tears continuously streamed down your face.

"Y/N? What happened?." She asked as she hugged you back. You both pulled away as she cupped your face, asking what's wrong again, but you can't respond because your tongue is tied and your heart is severely broken.

Then you saw Freddie came in with a shocked look on his face when he see you drowning in your own tears in front of Mary. He quickly approaches you and gave you the biggest and the warmest hug you've ever felt in weeks.

"What happened darling? What's wrong huh?." He asked in his soothing voice as he cupped my face just like Mary did.

"Roger...he..."

"What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?." He asked.

"He's sleeping with Sherry Freddie, the fucking groupie! She's in our bed! I...I came to him from home and that sight of her and Roger broke my heart. Did you know that he and Sherry are already hooking up?." You asked with your voice cracking up.

"No...I do not know about them, but that fucking bastard. He don't control himself and he don't think that you have him! I'm this close to punching that wanker after what he did to you."

"No Freddie, leave him be. Make him suffer with the mess he made. I need to get away from here and find the place I want to spend my lifelong happiness. Just away from him." You said as you calm down.

"Y/N, are you sure about this?." Freddie asked, with Mary who is staring up at you with a questioning look too.

"Yes, I'm very sure. Only you guys will know where I'll be, don't let him find me because I never ever want to see his face in my life anymore."

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

Weeks later, Freddie found you a place where you can stay in Brighton. Where you can see the view of the ocean and you're only streets away from the pier. The place was peaceful and amazing. It feels like you're isolated from all of the problems you've had. You have contacted your family that you moved out from London, only your family, Freddie and Mary knows where you are. Nobody talks about Roger finding you, but all that you think about is, you will never gone to this biggest heartbreak if you don't fell in love with him. But he's the loveliest man you knew and he had treat you so much like a queen in his life, but what happened?

You stared at the ceiling with your thoughts running around your head. You decided that you will never leave Brighton, you will never go to London and you will never see Roger Taylor anymore. But she's wishing that she was somewhere else, the heartbreak is still there, even though she don't see him anymore, but her heart is still breaking.

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

You heared that Roger is finally searching for you. Freddie non-stop calling and updating you about him. You even panicked when you tried to call Freddie on the phone and Roger is gonna be the one that will answer, so you'll just quickly end the call and stare at the dead line.

After all of this, he's now searching for you. So, he's done with Sherry so he needs you again? He's been asking the others where you are but they are keeping their mouths shut and be bombarded with lies. They are trying to protect me and they are trying to avoid me from Roger and I'm thanful for that.

But the part of you wants to call Roger, hear his voice and tell him that you still love him even though it hurts. Stubborn, as they say. Your hand itch with eager whenever you see the telephone, but Freddie's words swim around your mind. Roger isn't worthy, he doesn't deserve your love anymore after what he did.

Those memories in your mind still haunts you after years have passed. Now, your eyes are just looking at them, especially him. When they are looking for their table, you tried to hide yourself with your friends. They noticed that he's around so they act it out. The tears are ready to fall again but when you saw that they are finally sitting down, you turn your look to them again.

Then you heard from the waiter, "What can I get for you Mr. and Mrs. Taylor?." The waiter happily asked.

Your movements stopped as you realized she's his wife. The woman he promised a lifetime of happiness and the woman that he will have his children with. You remembered before that he promised you that you're just the one woman he will marry, but it turns out to be somebody even better than you, and that broke your heart again.

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

The feeling that you want to go back i time and fix to what you did. Roger loved you, you loved Roger, but you wasted it. Every seconds wasted, you never even found someone you will spend your whole life with, but he did and he is now married with her.

You wished that you didn't left, you wished that you have talked to him and you wished that you've changed. Three years have passed and now you're still here, regretting every single thing you did. You loved him, but you let him go. So he found someone else that will love him.

You, you're still drowning with sadness that is built in your heart.

Wishing she had never left at all

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queenattheopera · 6 years ago

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Opening Number, Part 5

Prompt: This is the story of the band that skyrocketed beside Queen and how their singer was fated to be with one of them.

Warning: Cussing and implied smut

If you want to catch up with previous parts they’re linked on my Masterlist in my bio

January 1, 1971

If it weren’t for the enticing smell of food I don’t think I would’ve considered leaving my bed. Sitting up I could feel my head pounding. I grimsed and closed my eyes. I refused to move for a few seconds. I could feel the intense pounding in the back of my head, it me a few deep breaths to find some relief but i knew that wasn't going to last. So I tried to redirect my attention to recalling what happened last night.

I took some shots, danced with Fred, and then I made out with someone. I couldn't seem to remember who it was but I remember how their hands felt as they roamed my body. I remember their lips exploring just as much as their hands did. I remember the smell of alcohol in their breath and how intoxicating their scent was. I sighed and opened my eyes. The noise in the kitchen hadn't stopped but I was too nervous to see who was causing it.

Who do i want it to be?

As I pushed myself off my mattress, I was met with nothing but cold air. I pulled the comforter off the bed and wrapped myself with it. As I'm tried taking the first few steps away from the bed frame I began to limp. Sore could barely describe how my legs felt. As I try to move further the blanket gets caught on something, not caring enough to find out I decide to yank it. I heard something fall but it didn't sound broken so I continued to make my way towards the mysterious figure in my home. The closer I got the more anxious I became. I could feel my heart begin to race. As it sped up more and more, it was all I could hear. I was about to turn into the kitchen when they stepped out.

I froze and forced myself to make eye contact with the them.

“...Noah?”

“I was wondering when you would get out of bed.” My stomach dropped. I don't think i slept with him, right? Not that he's not attractive, but he's my best friend. “Are you okay? You left really early last night, I mean I don't think you got any sleep going from the bags under your eyes.” I don't want to look at him because I felt beyond embarrassed but I need to know what happened last night.

“Wait so we didn't..?” He was silent for a few seconds before beginning to laugh, “Wow you must have been fucked up if you really thought that we would ever do anything.I mean no offense-” Before he could finish I punch his shoulder. “Shut up!” I feel my face growing warmer but I was relieved that he wasn’t the open who I had slept with.

“What the hell are you doing here anyway?” He walks towards the dining room but I don't make any move to follow him. “Cmon, at least take a look to see what I did.” Rolling my eyes I begin to make my way over while trying to hide the extremely obvious limp with the comforter. I'm sure he noticed after he snorted but he didn't say anything.

“Ta-da! I made you a birthday breakfast!” Seeing the table setup my eyes begin to water. He had made all my favorite foods and there were even a few gifts in the corner of my room. I looked at him and he had the biggest proudest smile plastered on his face. He was admiring his work but his smile disappeared when he saw that I began to cry.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? I mean I know it's just me but I remember you told me not to tell anyone else and that you usually celebrate alone. I just thought you would like this.” I laughed at his rambling and wiped the tears away.

“It’s fine Noah, It's actually perfect, I just haven't really had a party or anything since my parents passed away. I- um Thank you..” His demeanor changed, and instead of getting a look of pity, he smiles and gives me a hug. “Why don't you go clean up and get dressed so we could eat and you could open your gifts okay?” I nod and go back to my room.

Walking back towards my room I see a puddle, I guess when the blanket got stuck I had knock over a glass of water resting on my nightstand. Bending down to pick up the glass I find a piece of paper under my bed.

Sorry I couldn't stay love. Let me make it up to you. I’ll pick you up tonight around 9. -hbsdcbaib I reread the paper a few times, then I just stared at the smug as I tried to decipher whose name was written.

I want to scream. I feel nothing but anger towards myself. If I hadn't spilled that water on the note than I would have known exactly who the I slept with last night. Instead my lover is faceless.

There was nothing I could do but wait. I grab some clothes and head towards the bathroom. Before I entered, I let the blanket fall than close the door. I standing in front of the mirror I take in every detail. My eyes look much worse than to what Noah had led me to believe. Then there was my neck and chest. I was covered in bite marks and hickies. When I turned to step into the bath tub I could feel some tenderness in my hips. Looking down I see bruises, resembling someone's hands. When looking at my legs, I’m met with two more hickies.

Ignoring the achiness I take a hot shower. As I'm standing there I think back to last night. I remember the passion and roughness that my counterpart used. When he had me against the wall or when his head was between my legs. He was confident with very move. He worshiped my body. Together we fit like puzzle pieces. I could feel the heat between my legs begin to intensify. I push it away and finish my shower. After I'm dressed I look into the mirror. I know Noah has seen most the marks on my neck but I still had the urge to cover them. I grabbed some makeup and covered most of them. The others were too dark to hide so I grabbed a turtle neck from my closest and changed. Satisfied with eth look I walked back toward the dining room.

“Finally, do you know how hard it was to have all this food but not to be able to eat any of it.” I laugh and sit down across from him. I don't say anything as I grab a fork and stab the food in the plate. None of it ever makes it into my mouth a dn instead just gets moved around. I could feel Noah's concerned gaze on me but neither of say anything. He comes around the table and bends down to my height.

“Did something happen? If something did you don't have to tell me, but just know that I'm here for you. And if it was one of the guys, I swear I'll kill them.” I smile and roll my eyes. “No you won't, you'll have Em do it.” He laughs but he still looks worried. I sighed, i think back to last night. “I was um, um I was almost attacked last night.” I can't bring myself to look up at him, I was embarrassed, blaming myself for what could’ve happen.

“Who?” I look at him and i'm surprised by how intense his gaze his. A few tears slip out, my anxiety and stress had finally taken hold of the wheel. “Don’t worry about it, Im fine, it was nothing. Its what happened after. Roger saved me. Then Brian and John comforted me. Then i slept with someone and I don't even know how. They left a fucking note that I ruined so now I have no idea who it was from. I’m confused and I don't know what to do and my head hurts and -” I couldn't finish my sentence because I began to cry. Well I was actually sobbing. This only increased the pain I was feeling and it made me feel weak and powerless.

Noah holds me and doesn't say anything. He pulls away when I had started to calm down. “Its okay, it's going to be okay. Let's figure this out. You should eat, I'm going to call the gang and Freddie.”

After sitting there for a minute or two began to eat. I don't have much of an appetite but I forced myself to eat and drink a glass of water. When Noah came back he cleaned up and began to hide the gifts. I silently thanked him for still considering how I felt about my birthday. Just as we had finished cleaning up there was a knock at the door. It must have been Fred because everyone else had a key.

I walked towards the order. I was happy when I noticed that i could walk normally despite the ache. When I opened the door the first thing Freddie did was gasp. “Oh you poor thing! Come here love.” Freddie pulled me into a hug. I guess the crying made my makeup run and that's why he gasped. He didn’t say anything. All he did was shush me an rub my back. It was actually really comforting. When I pulled away freddie began to fix my hair. I smiled softly before taking his hand off my hair. I led him inside. “Thanks for coming Freddie, I'm sorry if you were busy, we shouldn't have called.” I didn't want to be another and I wasn't feeling my best. Frankly I didn't have the energy to be my usually bubbly self. “Nonsense darling, I'll always be here for you.” He rubs my shoulder and gives me the biggest smile.

“Alright love, since we dont know whos coming to pick you up, let's get you dolled up.”

“Lets get her comfortable first, Y/n, we know youre probably aren't feeling up to anything right now so here's what we're gonna do. You're going to take some pain medication, take a nap then we'll get you ready okay.” Emily had let herself in and was beginning to take charge. Usually Fred and her would annoy each other but after their silent communication Freddie turned to me and smiled. “She's right love, get some rest.” I looked between the too and nodded. Once I was in my room I began to run last night over and over again. I felt stupid, I got drunk last night for a reason, now I'll have to live with the haunting my actions for the rest of my life.

“Hey y/n, Em told me to give this to you.” Charlie handed me the medicine and sat at the foot of my bed. “I know how you are. I know you're blaming yourself right now but I also know that it's not. You're okay. We're here for you.” I took the pills and nodded. “Thank you.”

In the next few hours while I slept, my house guests cleaned and prepared everything for me. They had set aside an outfit they knew I would like and they spoke about how they would help me feel better.

When I woke up my headache was alleviated and I felt more nervous than ever. I stood up to find an outfit set hanging on my closet door. I put it on and reapplied my make-up. When i walked out of my bedroom I found the gang in my living room playing scrabble.

“Y/n you're up!” I walk to them and Noah gets up and offers me his spot. He then walks away. I turn to the others looking for soe response as to what they're doing.

“It's your turn.” When i look u at them, i realize they are speaking to me. I make a calculated move. Noah comes back with some tea. They don't bring up anything from yesterday and instead play a friendly game of scrabble. Their passive actions put me at ease. I became so focused on the game I forgot about yesterday. It was what Emilly planed. They distracted me, they took my focus away from all the bad and gave me a moment of peace.

Before I knew it, t was 8:50. “Alright y/n, your dates gonna get be here but were going to be in the bedroom. They’ll be here soon. I know you're going to be nervous, but if you ever feel uncomfortable, just know we're here for you.” “Yes darling, and if any of the boys do anything, then ill kick their arses. You know I was pretty good boxer.” I smile and nod. “Thank you, I mean in.” I pull Em and Fred into hug. Charlie and Noah don't hesitate to join. I watch as they walk into the bedroom and close the door. I take deep breaths but I could feel myself getting nervous all over again. I'll admit it's not as bad as before but I was still really anxious. I was spacing in the living room while trying to relax.

I jumped when I heard a knock at the door. I was frozen and I stopped breathing for a second. When they knocked again I let out my the breath I was holding in. I moved cautiously towards the door. I unlocked the door and put my hand on the doorknob. Here goes nothing.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 7 years ago

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New Hope (Joseph & Reader)

Description: Once you've decided to visit your auntie and uncle living in Hope County, Montana. And you met an interesting man in there.

A/N: Joseph is in his twenties in this one-shot. So he isn’t a cult leader - but he's a young man who believes that God is speaking to him and also, it's before his homeless era and even before his wife - he's really young (21, more to 22, I think - in FC he's 44). This isn't the real past of the Seeds brothers - I just think that it could be that way.

Warnings: NSFW content and swearing, just by the way. Pretty long, too.

Inspired by Strangers from Sigrid, also by Warm On A Cold Night by Honne.

It was one of your last days in Hope County, you were sitting under huge spruce and your objective was shaking. You were freakin’ freezing. Falling rain was heavy and your “water-proof” jacket was already soggy as hell. You were cursing at everything and kneeling in wet moss. But the photos were really worth it.

You came to visit your family living on the border of the county located at Montana. You've been in love with this place since the first time you've visited it. You were working as a photographer at the time and this country's wildlife just fascinated you. You haven't seen so many animals in one place before - not even at the zoo. There were bears, mosses and you even captured some salmons jumping out of the water - you and your chief were both contented with the results and your payment was already highest of all you had before.

Right now, you have a Karibu in your sight - hiding under a huge tree with some baby Karibu. It was so magnificent, that you had to follow them through the forest for many hours - and now was the time to fire your shot. The objective was on them and you didn't move and ich - and all of the sudden... You sneezed. Karibu family have been gone in a second.

„Well, fuck me right in the ass.“ You mumbled to tissue as you were getting up. It was almost hour to your car - so you got up and went back on the road. There was a town nearby as your map said. More like a few houses together than a town, you thought yourself - but took the chance to have a rest in a local pub. The town was about a half mile away from the place where you were now.

You arrived in the town after less than ten minutes. Your camera was already swimming in the case, you would bet that. You invaded the pub like a big bang - you stumbled over the door’s threshold and you have fallen on the ground. You heard a loud breaking sound. You didn't give a single fuck about the people in the pub an sat on your buttocks, opening the camera case, mumbling just no, no, no, no - over and over again.

„Pissflaps!“ You shouted all over the place and everyone has gone silent. Of course that you have broken your objective. Your favorite one - the one that your dad gave you a few years ago as your first. The lens has broken right in the center - it was a unique opportunity to take beautiful photos through cracked objective, but still. You wanted to cry but you closed your eyes and got up.

The others started to talk once again and you've sat in the corner of the pub. You ordered a beer and hot tea, sitting in one of the boxes away from the bar. You took the camera in your palm and started to browse the gallery. You have been pissed off and you were adoring the photos of Hope County at one moment.

There was a whole bunch of your cousin's smiling face. You looked at another one - your uncle was repairing his old pick-up named Tango, his face and clothes all oiled up - he was all messy and he covered you in that mess too. After a few other photos, there was your auntie, baking the traditional family pie with plates of lemon all around. Then there was her in her church clothes. Then there was you in church clothes - a long, wine red skirt long a little bit under your knees and white shirt with a light, pink sweater.

You are my sweet little girl, your mommy has always told you on Sundays. You never believed in God, you really didn't, but you came to the church when your auntie or mommy wanted you to come.

„What a nice girl,“ a quiet voice whispered in your ear and scared the hell out of you. He didn't actually whisper - but you freaked out anyway. You put your hand on your chest and breathed deeply. „Oh, that’s you!” He laughed all of the sudden and you were convinced that the man in front you is some sort of psycho. You were looking at him without a single word - the man bent for your camera and he looked at the picture in details. He was smiling.

„Berk, what the fuck are you doing?! That’s my camera!“ You finally came to oneself and got your camera back. You didn't look at him and sat down. Your clothes were still soaking wet and water was dripping from your bun. Your cheeks were red as the communist manifesto and your body was on fire, it was coming to oneself after three hours spent in the depths of the woods in the heavy rain. You reached for the camera case and started to put it in.

„Pardon me, lady. I just can't control my curiosity sometimes.“ He said and you heard him laughing. Asshat.

„Well, learn it then. This is just rude.” You mumbled and he chuckled a little.

„Can I sit down?” He asked calmy - his voice was husky and it was really nice to listen. You finally closed up the case and looked at him. It was a really young man - probably one, two years older than you at maximum. He wore a denim jacket with wool lining, a shirt with blue and black squaring and a black t-shirt under it. His jeans were black and tight - his shoes were brown, typical shoes for a hike in the woods. He had a few rings on his hand and his big, manly palm was holding a beer. Then you have finally looked into his face.

It was a hell of a man. He had a beard and you could say by one look, that he cared about it a lot. His hair was combed into a man bun - it had brown, wild color with glasses with yellow glass and metallic frames. His eyes were like water - lightly blue, almost like drops of the rain outside. He was charming, handsome... And asshat, you remembered to yourself.

„Suit yourself, creep.“ You took a sip of hot tea and then a gulp of beer.

„You're spirited and fiery - I like that.” He sat and looked directly into your face.

„Well, you're rude and weird, probably a thief... And I don't definitely like that.“ You took another gulp of the beer in front of you. He chuckled once again. His smile was crooked, his lower lip was definitely waving at your lips.

„I am not a thief, I assure you. I am Joseph, Joseph Seed. And you are..?” He gave you his palm and wait patiently. You hesitated a bit, but then you accepted his hand. You shook it a bit and maybe you smiled a little.

„Y/N Y/S/N. Not so nice to meet you, but I'll give you the second chance, ok?” You asked and he smiled a bit. His head nodded almost immediately. Both of you put your hands on the bottle of beer.

„Well, well, well... What a lady like you does here, in Whitetail mountains? This town is a pretty out-of-the-way place.“

„A lady like me? What are you talking about, Joseph?” You said his name and he heeled over to you.

„I mean - the women out here aren’t like you, look at yourself. It’s God’s land out here - I swear, I didn't hear cursing since I didn't see my older brother. You are... I can feel your energy. The east gals are pretty fierce too - but right now I’m staying on the North. But...”

„But?“

„You aren’t from Hope County.“ He said confidently. You opened your mouth and then smiled a little. He had some skills - and he was good with people. You haven't no idea how much did he actually charm you - until he showed you his full smile. He was an asshat - but a handsome and charming asshat. „Ok, you uncovered me, mister Seed. But how do you know... How can you be so sure?“

„Let’s face it - berk is a typical British cursing word. And, you're suntanned. How would you get suntanned in this part of the year in North America... In those woods? But... I can’t figure out where are you from, cause you don't have any British accent - I think that you're from South America - I mean, like Florida or whatever.” He summarized all thing and you raised your eyebrows.

„Right, those are some skills. You’re right. I am from Miami, but my family lived here in Hope County and a big part of it still lives in Fall’s End or here at Whitetail mountains. Only I and my parents have left the ’rough North’. But my dad has a half-brother Charlie from London... And that man is a swearing machine. But he's really clever.“ You leaned on the seat and smiled at him. He was a likable man - the one who is shrewd and observant to details. There was something about him and you were smiling like an idiot.

„A lot of people is saying that. I am just like that - I do track details on them. That makes me pretty good with them. And I am a pretty nice and charming man, that sets me in a pretty good position. They believe me and... I can’t tell you all of my tactics!“ He laughed all of a sudden and drank once again. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were shining like two stars. You were starting to like him, but you were pretty confused about him. Was he joking or was he dropping clues about his personality? Was he manipulative?

„Now, you were saying something about staying here on the North... You're not from here?“ You asked quick. He looked into your eyes and smiled a bit.

„You were listening, I see... No, I’m not. My brothers and I... We are from the East. My younger brother in the local children's home.“ He stopped smiling and tears appeared in his eyes. He went from smiling calm person to a broken, angry man whose mouth was shut in line.

„I didn't mean to be rude, excuse me, Joseph.“ His look went into your face and he looked like a psycho. The emotions were running in him - millions of them in one second. He was sad, then angry, then he looked strangely melancholic and at least, he looked into your face like an empty human case. Then he smiled again and you sighed in relief.

„Don't be sorry, I am. It happened a long time ago and I'm still feeling really emotional about it." He stood up and drank the last gulp of his beer. „Well, mine beer is totally empty, but we've just met and the night is too young, don't ya think. Do you want me to take another beer for you?"

„No, not beer, I'll have an apple cider, please. Thank you, gentleman." You smiled at each other, and the rest of your beer disappeared in you. You gave him your empty bottle and when your hand went forward to his, your fingertips touched his palm. He was touching your palm too, and you could feel the little fire which came from that interaction. Then he slowly walked to the bar.

You watched him silently, your palm was stroking your cheek and your eyes were slightly closed. He walked slowly, his butt and hips were moving in little circles. He's walking like a freakin' cowboy... And you found it really attractive - all of the sudden. Well, it was the first cowboy that ever attracted you. Not even your internet date from Texas didn't get you as excited through the whole night as that Joseph boy did under a half of an hour. You sighted for yourself, and when he was away enough, you started to try to look like a human. You set your hair free, let the waterdrops falling on a wet t-shirt. The rest of your clothes was thrown all over nearby heating.

You knew that your skin looked unhealthy pale, there were some pimples on your forehead and there was no make-up in the vicinity of five miles. You started to panic - all sudden, your confidence was gone and the only thing you wanted was not to like a potato. But although you looked like a total cadaver, it looked that he likes you. You went redder even though you thought that it isn't possible.

He came back after a pretty long time. With a cider for you, a beer for him and two shots of green liquid. You almost calmed down, when showed up.

„Well, how much am I going to pay you?”

„It's my treat, (Y/N). You will pay me back by an hour, or two of talking and listening. I would like to get you to know something about me. And, in the opposite direction, of course.“ He smiled and gave one of the shots to you. It smelled like your toothpaste. „On meeting new people?“ „On meeting new Josephs.“ You smiled back and let your hair fall on your shoulder.

He was really suave and after some alcohol, he started to become more and more handsome. You were talking almost the whole time - and he was a flawless listener. He laughed where he had to, he comforted you when he had to and his eyes smiled at you the whole time. You just didn't shut up.

„And that's the whole story.“ You finished. You finished the whole story of how your father took you and your siblings fishing. And you got a dog named Cargo in there.

„Yeah... He was.“ Your cider was empty. „Now you. How was your childhood like?“ You looked deeply into his eyes. The happy cowboy was gone in a second - he shut up and thought a few minutes. Then he smiled gloomily, and finally sight.

„But my life isn’t some kind of fairytale. And it is not going to be “happily ever after,” I think, you know? We moved here from a small town in Georgia. I have two brothers - Jacob, who is in war and John, that's the young one. I have talked to Jacob many months ago for the last time. He's gone missing two months ago, and I hope that he's alive somewhere out there. I pray for him every single evening. John is nine years old now. It was that one evening I drove Jacob to an airport in Montana when John stayed at home with parents... And they have beaten him up as a dog. Or that's the story I've heard from him. They've beaten him up just because he refused something, he said no. My parents... They were really strange. They were strongly believing Christians. Their love for Jesus was stronger than their love for anything else - even stronger than love for their own children. I didn't grow up in our so-called home... Let me tell you why. When I was a little boy, I didn't want to go back to our house after school because they were beating me, they forced me to read the Bible over and over again. To keep down and be quiet. I ran away many times - but police caught me and dragged me back to that house. How I said, they have beaten you really hard after you did something against God’s will. I was their main concern before John was born - Jacob knew how to defend himself. But he couldn't defend me. I was afraid to come back from school. I ran away from home when I was eighteen. I ran for days and night, further and further. Only Jacob knew where I was. But he had to go back to Iran, and John stayed alone. A six-year-old boy with those freaks for freakin’ three years... He’s a sensitive child. He is curious, full of love inside - but on the outside? Those freaks made him look like a body without a soul. The nuns told me, that he refused to eat for the first few months. He only ate when he was starving... Now, I’m trying to get him into foster care. I will be a good brother to him - after all those years.“ He said with cracked-up voice. He lowered his head into his lap and it looked like wanted to cry and tried not to really hard. He pushed his jaws against each other and he was breathing loudly.

You get up and sit next to him, your head was leaning back on his shoulder and your palm was stroking his back only in the shirt. He was warm and he smelled nice - you started to warming up next to that cowboy. It was the alcohol you had, in a part. And you liked him too. Maybe he was an asshat - but you changed your opinion and you started to like him about an hour ago.

You decided not to ask more. Not to ask about his brothers or parents. No more questions. „It’s ok, Joseph. Don't get stuck in your memories. You are persuading me that you aren't a creep and thief, don't you remember?“ You whispered and he laughed lightly. Your heart melted a little and you pushed yourself closer to him. You kissed him into hair and your look entwined.

„Can I tell you something else?“ He was millimeters away from you and you felt his breath and you even smell it. An oh boy, it was turning you on so bad. But you controlled your temper and smiled innocently.

„Of course you can. I am here for you.“

„Sometimes I can hear sort of a... A voice inside my head. It is talking to me (Y/N). Sometimes it whispers... Sometimes it shouts. I can hear it since I was seven years old - since my father beat me up with a belt for the first time. I don't think that I'm losing my sanity. The voice is helping and it is telling me something about a future plan it has for me - that I will be a savior. But I have to walk my path on this earth to be the savior. You know? Maybe I will make a difference in the future. I think that God’s chosen me as his Prophet.“ He looked on his shoes again and shut up for a moment. „Does it sound as crazy as I think it does?“

You didn’t want to answer him directly, yes or no. He was a broken man inside and you felt it from his words and from the voice timbre he had. Both of you stayed quiet for a while. You held his palm in yours and smiled a bit.

„Is that voice talking to you right now, you creep?“

„You would bet your ass it does.“ You heard the first and the last curse word from his mouth in his husky and calm voice.

„What does it say?“ You swallowed and your eyes met again.

„That this is a good idea.“

And so, you walked hand in hand out of the pub. The rain was pouring from the sky even more than before, mud and puddles were everywhere. You two ran through the city and both of you were giggling like children. You ran into some tall grass and you were all soaked up again. But you actually didn't give a fuck about that.

The cowboy was holding your hand as tight as no one before, he was laughing and looking at you as if you were some sort of an angel. He kissed you in the pub passionately - and oh boy, he was a good kisser. Everything was shining and you couldn't get your eyes off him. You were drunk and excited after a really long time and it was beautiful.

You two ran into a carn.

„My room is up there. Come on, (Y/N).“ He took your hand and pulled you to the stairs. And he didn't lie - there was a door to the added room for rent. He unlocked it and invited you inside. There were a bed and a mirror, two windows with a view oriented to the wilderness and a small bathroom. That was all.

You finally looked at yourself - and sweet baby Jesus, you were looking like a total piece of shit. Your tracking trousers weren't lightly blue anymore - the mud was all over them and they were soaking wet. The water was dripping out of your hair and then you've seen your face. You smiled at yourself - you were looking like a seventeen years old girl. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were melting with excitement. Your hair was everywhere and still - somehow you were turning that cowboy on.

„Come. Don't be shy and make yourself home.“

„I can’t. I am totally dirty. The mud would be everywhere.“

He smiled and you looked at him. His hair was out of the man bun - and you were lost in that moment so hard. He was slowly walking like a cowboy, smiling a little. He was... He was anything but creepy or looking like an idiot. He so sexy in that moment, that you started to beg God to let him fuck you as hard he could.

He took you your camera case and carefully lied it on his bedside table. He went back to you, unzipped your jacket. It fell by its own will. He slowly unzipped your hoodie and helped you out of it. You stood there, cold as hell, the rain was pouring outside and the thunderstorm began. And still, you were fascinated by that man. He kissed you one more time meanwhile his palms were playing with the hem of your T-shirt, slowly peeling off the wet material off your body. It was gone in an instant and both you were shirtless.

You caressed his hair with your fingers, locked them here and you even pulled a little. You felt his fingers on your trousers zip and you were defenseless, without breath. You sighed with lust in your belly when his ice cold fingertips touched your burning skin. Then he lowered himself on his knees, his lips were wandering all over your curves, putting soaked trousers away of your body. Then he took off your shoes and socks. You almost fell down, when he stood up. He did the same thing as he was lowering down - he closed his eyes and wander on your shin and thigh, going up to your belly and your breasts. You stood there only in your underwear, barely breathing.

„As I said before, angel. Make yourself at home.“ He smiled and went off taking his clothes. So you moved towards the bed, feeling insecure clothed only in your underwear. You would never define yourself as "pretty" or "sexy". You were just a normal woman. You had scars on your body and your hair wasn't shaved perfectly and your pimples were lighting as Christmas lights. So you sat on his stone hard bed. And covered yourself with his thick blanket, it was innocently white and it was really soft and cold. You covered yourself all over and watched the cowboy.

His pants were slowly leaning to the ground, the belt was making noises when it touched the ground, and then he took the pants off at the same time with his shoes. His bare feet were sticking to the cold ground, so you heard every step he took.

A few moments later he was sitting on the bed with you, touching your bare shoulder. He was warm. And looking at you.

„Don't worry and show yourself to me as God made you.“ He winked at you, the alcohol gave him courage. As you understood, he was a religious man who believed that God’s speaking to me - so he was a big part of his life. So he accepted you as a God’s creation no matter how bad you thought you look.

The blanket fell down on you, and you leaned closer. His skin was on at least a boiling point.

„Come on, my dear. You are as beautiful as you are.“ His hands hugged you hardly and his body tumbled you on the bed. He was heavy - but not as heavy as the lovers you had before.

It wasn't as tough act as you hoped, but you never knew you could have so much pleasure from an ordinary missionary position - and you finally knew that the mistake wasn't in you as you always thought. It was a slow, pleasing act for both of you - sometimes he came in too fast and you both giggled. You could feel him breathing on your skin, sometimes you heard his sights interrupted by the thunderstorm outside. And the only time you could see him gasp for air was only when the flash hit the ground.

The acme came from all the sudden, both of you shook in delight, screaming as loud as you could. Your fingers were interlaced in convulsion and you couldn't believe that it was that fast. You lied to him, hugged his waist and closed your eyes. You felt safe when he hugged you back and kissed your forehead.

„Thank you.“ He whispered and you rested your chin on his thorax, looking into his beautiful eyes. His hair was everywhere around his head - he looked like a Jesus. He was smiling, slowly sketched fingers on your shoulder. The cowboy was looking the most charming and handsome from the whole evening. „For what?“ You asked back.

He didn't respond but kissed you on the forehead once again. Then you got up and spread every piece of your clothes on the ground to get it dry. Both of you were naked, you chatted as if you were longtime friends - you trusted him after one night in one bed. When it was finished, you came back to bed and leaned under the blankets together. Both of you fell asleep really fast.

When you woke up, the sun was shining high in the sky and the birds were singing outside. But you woke up all alone. The cowboy was already gone - you couldn't see him. He folded your clothes on one pile and prepared you a breakfast - juice with bread and honey.

After a while you have eaten, you discovered that he took your camera out of the case and lay it on the bedtime table. You took it into your palms and switched it on. There were all the photos you remembered - except the last. It was him, photographed in the mirror next to the door. Shirtless, only in his pants with his man bun and the yellow glasses on. He was smiling - and you were smiling too. he was cute.

Then you found a note under the camera case. The note he left you.

Dear (Y/N), it said. I had to leave immediately because they called me from John’s children's home. We are finally heading back to the east - after the night I spent with you, I'm looking forward to the future. We will be good. Please, pray for us and pray for Jacob. Think of me, and I'm looking forward to seeing you once again in the future.

That you, thank you for the new hope you gave me by your presence.

Yours truly, Joseph.

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