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kimmryokoo · 5 months ago

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Late Night - logan howlet

author: kim ryoko

ao3

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summary: logan was supposed to go to a mission that would only last 3 days. unfortunately, it took longer then expected. your birthday went by quicly and you were already sleeping when logan returned. you both really missed each other and you let a kiss turn into something bigger...

word count: 3k

warnings: figeting, smut, filthy, reader has no appetite, slight possibility of death (doesn't happend), teasing, sub reader, little fluff at the end

author's note: english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for ay grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm so sorry it took me this long to publish something. i've been really busy lately. my birthday was on december 13th (the same as taylor swift🤭), so i wrote this as a sort of birthday present.

It's been days since you last saw Logan. He was out on a mission with Scott and Jean, and they left exactly 7.5 days ago when it was supposed to only last 3 days. You missed Logan very much, and tomorrow was your birthday so you were rooting for Logan and the rest of the team to arrive the night before or in the morning of the day.

It was already 11pm the day before your birthday and you were still waiting for your friends and lover to arrive while sitting in a bench on the jet garage and you then heard the big and thick metal doors sliding to open and the sound of wheels caught your attention.

“You're still here? It's getting late. You should head to bed and get a good night's sleep. Big day tomorrow.” Charles said.

“I'm just waiting for them to arrive.” you spoke with a tone filled with exhaustion, worry, hope and love, all at the same time.

“Unfortunately, I don't think they'll come back today.”

“What makes you say that, professor?”

“If they were to return, Jean would've reached to me and reported everything that happened while they were out on the mission, but she hasn't yet.” Charles argued and got a bit closer to you, now sitting next to you and putting an understanding hand on your back.

“I really wanted to spend tomorrow with them.” you said in a sad voice.

“I know. But the only thing you can do right now is go to sleep and get energized for when they do come back.” he stated in his always calm tone.

“You're right. Thank you, professor.” and before you got up to leave the room, you gave a loose hug to the older man that has supported you through so many things.

It was now the next day, 6:30 a.m. and your alarm went on with his job of waking you up. His loud rings easily made their way to your ears and woke you up with a symphony that reminded you a lot of screaming babies. To end your suffering, you quickly moved your hand to turn off the alarm.

You sat up and stared at the place where your feet were hidden under the blanket. You then looked to your side and saw the cold, empty bed you wished was filled by Logan.

You sighed and got up to prepare yourself a bath to give you enough fuel to go through the day.

After you got out of the shower and put on some clothes, you packed everything you needed for the day and when you were packing the notebook where you plan your classes, you saw something written on the page the notebook was opened, and it looked like Logan’s lettering.

‘ Hey. So, I'm pretty sure this mission ain't gonna take 3 days like those dip heads are saying, so I'm writing a note for your birthday, so you can at least hear from me that day.I know that the day you're reading this is your birthday day, because I can see the date of the classes you planned in here. First of all, happy birthday, and I want you to know that I love you. A lot. And you're honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I also want you to know that if I'm not there for your birthday, I'm dying of how much I miss you. I really hope you have a great day and that I get to see you or at least talk to you today. Love ya.

-Lo ’

Wow. Even when he's away, he somehow manages to make your day better.

You read the note and felt your heart swell with love for that man.

You finished packing everything and stepped outside the room and only a few steps later you were attacked by someone who came running towards you from your back and back-hugged you.

“Happy Birthday!” you heard the person whom you then knew was Ororo from her voice.

You turned to your friend and she immediately hugged you properly. Your smile grew wider from all the care your friend was giving you.

“Thank you, Ororo.”

“I got you a present! But I’m only going to give it to you at the end of the day.” the white haired woman said while breaking the hug and holding both your hands to continue touching you somehow.

“Then why would you tell me now?! You’re going to make me anxious all day!” you said in a pout tone but with a smile on your lips as you squeezed your friend’s hands harder.

“I know you have classes to teach, and so have I so I’m not going to take your precious time.” she grinned and kissed my cheek “Have a great day and happy birthday again!” She continued and started walking towards the direction she came from whilst waving a small ‘good-bye’ to which you responded with the same gesture and a kind and grateful smile.

You quickly arrived at your class and from that moment forward, that day was filled with people saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to you and many ‘Happy birthday’ songs.

At the end of all your classes, you decided to head back to the jet garage to wait for the team, since they haven’t arrived yet. While you were sitting on the same bench as the day before, you heard the same sound as you’ve heard the day before - heavy metal doors sliding open and metal wheels going your direction.

“What a Déjà vu, huh?” you said playfully to Charles, who chuckled softly at your statement.

“I would also say so myself. I presume you're here doing the same thing as you were yesterday?”

“Yeah.” you said looking down. The truth was that your day had been amazing, but it still felt a bit empty without Logan.

“Have you had dinner yet? It’s almost 8 p.m. .”

“No, I came here right after my classes finished. I’m just so worried. They should’ve been back by now. What if something bad happened? What if they…?”

“I’m sure it hasn’t. Have a little more faith in them. Go eat something and then I’ll let you come back here, but you have to promise me you’ll go to sleep at least by 11 p.m.”

“Fine.” you responded with a tone of defeat and got up to walk to the kitchen.

You tried your best to eat a normal sized meal, but you were too worried to eat anything. You stared at your plate with a small amount of mach-and-cheese and stirred it for about 30 minutes. It took you a long time to eat all of your food, but eventually you finished and cleaned the mess you made.

You left the kitchen and saw the rest of the mansion in complete darkness. You know your way around, and your heart was telling you to go back downstairs and wait for Logan a little longer but you also knew that whether you wanted to or not, you'd make noise that would probably wake someone up and that would make you feel bad. You glance back at the clock on the kitchen wall and see it’s almost 10 p.m. and consider going straight to bed and not risking waking up any student that might make your day 10 times worse tomorrow. You end up going to your room, since you’re also pretty tired from your day.

Once you closed your bedroom door, you started doing your night routine and only a few moments after you lay on your bed, you fell asleep.

You later woke up to what sounded like a door opening and closing. And then another door opened and closed.

You looked around the room and found nothing wrong. It must've been in your dream, so you went back to sleep.

You woke up again, but this time with an arm wrapping around your waist and you supported your weight on your elbow and turned slightly just to see Logan’s exhausted face looking at you with apologizing eyes from his pillow.

“Logan!” you said happily and hugged the man tightly while burying your face in his neck.

“Hey, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you!” you said and pulled a bit back to look at Logan’s face.

You leaned forward to lightly press your lips against his. That soft kiss was deepened when his hand grabbed the the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He was quick to change you positions so that he was on top. One of Logan’s hands supported his weight on the mattress near your face while the other one roamed free through your body squeezing your skin. You felt Logan’s tongue against your lips and didn't hesitate to let it in.

“You have no idea how much I missed ya.” Logan said in between kisses with a rough and starved tone that made you moan against his mouth.

In response to your sound, you felt his hips pressuring against yours while his free hand wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel how hard he was beneath his pants and you never wanted something so bad like you did in that moment.

Logan’s mouth didn't restrain only your mouth. It also traveled to your neck and collarbones and you then smelled the scent of his shampoo. That's why you heard 2 doors opening and closing. One of them was your bedroom door and the other one was the bathroom's. It made sense now.

All that sense was rapidly taken away from you when you felt his bulge starting to move against your clothed pussy.

“Ahh… Logan…” you moaned “Please…” you finished.

“What, darlin’? Tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, birthday girl.”

“I… I want you…”

“Where?” he asked “Here?” he said, faking innocence while rubbing stripes on top of your shorts.

“Y-yes…” you said with flushed cheeks.

“Well then. Imma have to take this off.” He said and sat up on his knees to smoothly rip your shorts out of you to find out you weren't wearing any underwear.

“Oh fuck, princess. You'll be the death of me. I've been gone for over a week and come back to you all wet like this? Do you know how hard it is to control myself when all I could smell was this neddy pussy since you saw me?” he asked. His face gets closer with each word. Almost close enough to kiss you.

“Then don't.” you said breathless and softly. You then leaned a bit forward to lick his lips and made them open just a small bit.

You saw the way his eyes darkened in pure lust and you felt it in the way he kissed you - with so much passion and need.

Logan only broke the kiss to sit back up on his knees to rip your shirt off, letting your chest free.

“Why’d you rip all my clothes off?” you asked with your breath taken from the way he took your nipples in his mouth which made you back ark for more.

“My present.” he stated in a low tone.

“But it’s my birthday…” you answered with your eyes closed and a moan escaping your lips when you were done talking.

“Your birthday, my present.”

Logan continued to play with you for a few minutes when you felt a knot on your stomach.

“Lo, I’m close…”

With that, Logan stopped paying attention to your breasts and took his hand to your core, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and slowly inserting his index and middle finger on your clenching hole.

You almost screamed out of pleasure when you felt Logan’s fingers moving inside you and scissoring you open to prepare you. You soon came undone under the felling of the friction of his long, thick and calloused hands inside your pussy.

Logan pulled back his body, taking his fingers out of your hole and putting them in his mouth for a brief second, sucking them.

“The sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted.” he uttered.

He then proceeded to put those same fingers inside your mouth, this time.

“Suck.” he demanded, and when you did as he ordered, he continued “Atta girl.”

With his free hand, he pulled down his pants and his cock immediately sprung free, slapping against his abs, with veins popping out and precum leaking from the tip. Logan then slowly stroked his length to lubricate it while you watched with saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and your core getting wetter with every passing second, even though you just cummed.

Logan grabbed his cock by the base and aligned it with your hole, pushing bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were a moan and whimper mess. Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into his digits.

“Such a pretty little fuckin’ slut” he said as his gaze stared intensely to where your bodies met, watching you clench around him in an oh so delicious way.

Logan pulled back his hips to immediately rock them back into yours, making the thrilling sound of his skin slapping against yours fill your ears and your brain. Logan’s pace started slow - always careful not to hurt you - but you could tell it was different then usual. He was rougher than normal, eating you out with more urgency.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside this pussy again.” he groaned at the end of the sentence.

Logan’s pace sped up as he started to seek for the pleasure of his high that he had felt coming since he began fucking you. Logan knew that after so many days of only cumming with his hand while thinking of in his tend don't even compare to the feel of being inside you and that once he felt it again, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

Logan took a moment to stop thinking about anything and look at you. Really look at you. The way your hair was messy because of the pillow, the way your forehead was sweating more than usual from thee over-stimulation, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time he pounded inside you, the way your cheeks where flustered and got more red every time he praised you, the way your beautiful lips where glossy and red from all the sucking and that pretty string of saliva dripping in your cheek, the way your neck was marked from his hard work, the way your tits bounced up and down rhythmically with the times he fucked himself into you and the hickeys and red spots here and there, the way your clit was swollen and over-sensitive, the way your pussy wrapped around his cock so perfectly and clenched around him making him feel like he was in heaven, the way your sweet noises filled the room and you the way you called his name like it was a prayer. Fuck… Logan couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders, giving him better access to your g-spot and bending even further to kiss you. The kiss was rugged but held all the feelings he felt when he was alone in his cold sleeping bag in the inside of his tent while listening to Scott and Jean doing what he would kill to be doing with you.

“Lo… I-I’m coming again…”

“That’s it. Come for me princess.”

And, you did as you were told.

As soon as he felt you coming apart on his cock, he couldn’t resist it anymore and filled you up.

“Good girl. Always doing as you’re told.” he said in a teasing and low voice in which you only responded with another moan.

Logan helped you ride both your highs and you both soon came completely. He then let himself fall to your side, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you for the present.” you said with a smile on your face as you lifted up your hand to play with his hair.

Logan chuckled and asked “You think this is your present? I told you it was mine. My fucking present for putting up with Scott and Jean for so long without leaving them there and coming back here to your arms.”

You laughed.

“I wouldn’t have minded that.”

“Noted. I’ll be sure to do it next time.” he joked and you felt his smile against your neck and you laughed again.

“Where’s my present, then?”

“Such an impatient girl.” he said as he pushed himself up, kissed you and grabbed a small box from his nightstand, all without coming out of you.

“Here you go, birthday girl.” He said and kissed your forehead.

You looked at the box and kissed Logan as a thank you. You opened the box and saw dog tags with your info on it and a picture of you and Logan.

“Well this, this is actually for me.” he said as he took your dog tags and with his other hand, he took his own off his neck and gave it to you.

“This is the one that’s actually for you. You know, I really missed you when I was out on the mission, and I know you miss me too when I’m gone so I thought this was a good way for me to always have a piece of you and you always have a piece of me. I also know how much you like that picture, so-” You interrupted him by kissing him.

“Thank you. I love it!” you said and he looked at you like you were an angel. His angel. “I love you, Logan.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

You cupped Logan’s cheeks and kissed him.

Both of you cuddled for the rest of the night and were finally able to fall asleep next to each other after so many nights apart. You were able to be next to each other, to feel the other's warmth.

That was the best night’s sleep both of you have had last week.

Hope you liked it!

xoxo, kim ryoko

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pablitogavii · 1 year ago

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Could you write one Gavi fic where he's talking to her through social media, just as friends, but he starts to develop feelings for her, his agent finds out and gets really worried about his career if he gets in a relationship, so he "makes" Gavi's mind to get away from the reader (she has abandonment and rejection issues) without a proper explanation, he excuses saying that the reader wants his money and whatever. But some months after the reader moves to Seville and gets really close to Aurora (she knows Aurora is Gavi's sister but Aurora doesn't know her), and one day Aurora takes her to a barca match, and Gavi tries to make up to her?

I guess I'm back y'all lol! I like this idea very much!

y.n.bebe

New York, USA

I think I like this little life...happy birthday to me hehe

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brimccormix: happy birthday bebsss

y.n.bebe: thank you gorgeous girl💗

stacymiggs: princesaaa

y.n.bebe: nooo youuu!🥺

brianfereda: happy birthday!

y.n.bebe: thank youu!

pablogavi: pretty girl

y.n.bebe: 😳

When you saw that THE Pablo Gavi called you "pretty girl" for the whole world to see, you couldn't stop staring at that comment for the next two weeks.

Your friends went crazy calling you lucky, and pushing you to send him a message but you were obviously too shy to do that. Besides, who knows how many "pretty girls" he's talking to on the internet.

Meanwhile, Gavi spent all of his free time and training brakes going through your posts and smiling like an idiot at your cute face on his phone screen.

When you first popped up on his screen, he just had to reach out and pray you don't find it cocky on his part. You were just so pretty...

"Sempre con esa nena, cabrón! Dale! Enviale un mensaje!"Pedri hit Gavi's head making him groan and finally get the balls to slide into your DMs. He said a simple "hey pretty girl" before leaving his phone in the locker room to join his teammates.

pablogavi: hey, pretty girl

y.n.bebe: hey😊

And ever since that night, you've started texting, face timing and chatting non stop. You haven't told anyone about it, not wanting to make a drama over something so new and also not wanting him to think fame is what you're after because it's not.

"I'm so tired, nena" Pablo groaned while laying in bed and face timing you as you did your math homework diligently.

"Then go to bed, tonto!" you giggle and he just stayed quiet staring at your face until you looked back at the phone screen and blushed at how intense his gaze was.

"Me gusta cuando hablas Español conmigo, bebé" he smirked making you blush bright red and roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed.

"When do you have training in the morning?" you ask while he yawns.

"Five am" he answers and you open your eyes wide really looking up to him being so diligent about his career.

"Then you really should get some sleep, and we can talk tomorrow again hm?" you ask not really wanting to end the call but also wanting him to get his rest. He always loved how selfless you are and how much you took care of him. It really warmed his hearts.

"I hate it that you're so far! I swear I'm gonna travel to New York and kidnap you and bring you back to Barcelona with me ... and never let you go ..." he said sleepily and you felt your heart jumping thinking about the possibility.

"Hm and if you get bored of me?" you smile and he shakes his head still staring intently at you in the eyes.

"Impossible, my pretty girl..." he said and you smile remembering the very first time you read those words on the screen.

Pablo Gavi was a man of his words, and since that conversation he promised himself that he will surprise you with a travel to Barcelona really soon. He planed everything and mailed you a ticket during his two week vacation.

He still remembers the nerves while standing at the airport waiting at your gate to see your pretty face finally in person. The moment you walked out he recognized you...he couldn't forget the pretty face he stared at through the screen for past four months just now it was real.

"Hi, pretty girl..." he said again and you jumped into his eyes smiling wide and holding onto him tightly. You couldn't believe this was real yet. It just felt like a dream.

"Ready to explore Barcelona conmigo huh?" he said and you smiled and taking his hand nodding and walking to him car with your baggage.

Days passed so quickly and everything was PERFECT. Ice cream dates, walks on the beach, coffee shops and all the infamous tourist attractions...you were falling in love with this city...and you were also falling in love with this boy.

Day before your flight home, Pablo took you to a football game for the Juvenil and you were excited to watch it with him knowing it was his passion.

"So what do you think?" you show him your Barça jersey and he so badly wanted to ask you to wear one with his name on the back but how could he? He still didn't have the balls to ask you to be his official girlfriend!

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

it's so pretty here 🥺😊

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pablogavi: pretty girl in barcelona 😍

y.n.bebe: hehe😊

brimccormix: girl!!?? spill the TEA!

y.n.bebe: what tea???

lucasmith: looks like someone stole my crush!

y.n.bebe: 😂

"Next time I come, I want to watch you play..." you said while the two of you sat sadly on the airport waiting for your boarding.

"Y/n..." he said looking down as you looked up

"Hm?" you say feeling your heart beating fast from how close your lips were to each other.

"Don't go..."he said and you swore your heart broke when you saw his pleading eyes. Neither of you wanted this distance...it was so unfair but there was nothing you could do about it now.

"Pablo we're friends now and you can visit me in New York..." you said but before you could finish his lips were smashed onto yours to shut you up and you closed your eyes enjoying the sweet sensation of his cold minty lips on your.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend, pretty girl?" he said and in that moment all your past insecurities and abandonment issues returned yelling inside your head. What if you get attached and he disappears like other did? You were so scared but looking at him it was impossible not to agree!

"Yes! I do Pablo..." you say and he kissed you again until they called for your flight to start boarding in five minutes.

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notiddygothgf · 3 months ago

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21. Freedom

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ It'll pass. ❞

★ c.w.: hayakawa family, aki being perfect, legal divorce jargon, emotional lowkey idk.

★ a/n: so how we feeling about that last chapter lol.... ANYWAYYYYYYY!!! to make up for that emotional rollercoaster, this one is comprised of the afteraffects of the divorce. it realistically should have been two chapters but i didn't want to bore yall so I crammed it all into one! i'm not gonna say too much, but enjoy the calm!! ugh i loved writing soft aki this chapter has such a soft spot in my heart. i hope you all enjoy it too!! pls leave all ur beautiful comments, they inspire me to update quicker!!!

★ w.c: .10k

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LATER THAT NIGHT, in bed with your knight in shining armor, you sat awake with his laptop propped up on your legs. The harsh blue light from the screen practically burned your eyes. A few inches away, Aki was fast asleep, boyish features relaxed after a long and tedious day. A notepad lay open on the nightstand.

You were scanning through the search engine results for divorce attorneys in your area. A few names and faces popped up, but so far nothing had caught your eye – still, because you couldn't afford to be picky, you were noting them down, taking down numbers and names for future reference. Ideally, you would be able to call around tomorrow to see who could bring you through the divorce process under short notice.

Furrowing your brows, you sighed, dropping your head into your hands – the fight playing on repeat in the back of your mind.

"Is she hurt?"

"I'll fucking kill you."

"I'm taking you home."

You massaged your temples, feeling an awful lot like the future divorcee you were. You could see why so many people went off the deep end during the whole process. Hell, it had just started for you, and you were already at your wit's end.

And, of course, there was the doubt – the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, you were making a mistake. You were no longer in any position to go back. Still, you had made mistake once by marrying Tanimoto. You were terrified of making the same one with Aki.

But he's not Tanimoto, you reminded yourself. In fact, the two couldn't have possibly been more different. Where Tanimoto was strong-headed and cocky, Aki was kind and patient. He waited for you to come around so many different times – put up with a great deal of your emotional turmoil – and still stuck around.

He was crazy about you. He had shown you that much from the very beginning. You had just been too blind to see that you were just as crazy about him.

"The apartment down the hall is up for lease, I've heard. It's not exactly the same as your house, but it could be a start," Aki tilted his head slightly, trying to offer a comforting smile, "We could make it work."

He's my peace, you thought, drumming your fingers on the keys of Aki's laptop absentmindedly before closing out the tab with the attorneys and opening a new one. Into the search bar, you typed in the name of Aki's apartment complex. Surprisingly enough, it popped up on the first page. How techy.

You scrolled through their page for a while, pursuing the site like you weren't currently nestled in bed with one of the complex's tenants. Then, clicking on the option for vacant housing, you looked at some of the options they had available.

1 bedroom, you clicked.

Then, casting a stray glance at your lover, you softened, watching him sleep for a moment – the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the flush in his cheeks, the way his lips were parted ever-so-slightly. His hair was touseled, laying wildly over the white pillowcase. Above all else, he looked like he was at peace.

In a moment, this could all disappear, you thought. Hesitantly, you traced a line from his cheek to his forehead, reveling in the way he twitched beneath your touch. He could disappear. It's not uncommon in our line of work.

And then, you realized that you didn't care. You couldn't care less about the fact that this – all of this – could be gone tomorrow. All it took was one look at him for you to come to an understanding; you would rather have a minute with him than live a lifetime without him – hell, without the little family the two of you had created between the two of you and the two gremlins. You loved it all enough to know that, however fleeting it might be, you wanted to ride until the last stop.

You imagined a life with Aki – the domesticity of it. You imagined waking up in your own bedroom, right next to his. A space you could call your own for the first time. A place you were free to decorate as you pleased. You imagined walking into the kitchen and – rather than finding that your husband had left without a goodbye again – find him standing there before the stove, cooking breakfast for you. Would he turn to you when he heard your footsteps? Would his permanent scowl soften into that lovestruck grin he always seemed to wear around you? Would he lean down and kiss you good-morning, voice raspy with sleep?

And then, you imagined the other two. You imagined Denji and Power running into the kitchen, fighting with you about portion sizing while you set the table. Denji would ask an invasive question, as he typically did, and Power would inevitably run around flaunting her glory in the way that only she could.

Would you look at all of that and finally be able to think 'This is home'?

You went back a page, clicking 4 Bedrooms instead. You know, just to humor yourself. That's all.

7:45 AM

TANIMOTO: Today's our check out day. I need your hotel key by 11.

TANIMOTO: and if you want your stuff, come get it.

The elevator jolted slightly as you pressed the button for the proper floor, the soft hum of machinery filling the small space. It felt suffocating inside of it – you exhaled, slow and steady, watching the numbers climb. It's just a quick stop,you reminded yourself. In and out. He can't hurt you.

Worst came to worst, Aki was waiting outside in the car, having had insisted upon driving you in case your husband tried anything funny. His words of encouragement played in the back of your mind like a mantra:

"You don't have to explain yourself to him. I'll be waiting outside. If you're not back in 20 minutes, I'll come up there and find you. If he tries to lay a finger on you, just text me. I'll be there quicker than flies on shit."

In. Out. Your chest rose and then fell again.

"I love you. You can do this. I love you."

His words had been firm, steady, grounding in the way they always seemed to be. Now, as you rode up to the floor where you knew your husband was staying for the first time in God knows how long, you held onto them. Carried them in your mind, in your chest like a protective talisman.

Aki's fingers had been tight around the steering wheel as he told you, "Get in, get out. Don't give him the chance to pull you back in."

The soft chime of the elevator reaching its destination pulled you back to the present. You straightened out slightly, exhaling again, smoothing your hands out over the sleeves of your sweater – the one you had borrowed from Aki's closet earlier that morning.

Can I really do this? You couldn't help but wonder. Still, your heart was steady – like it knew you had no other choice.

Just in, then out, you reminded yourself.

Yet, as the doors slid open, you hesitated before stepping out into the empty, quiet hallway. The number 400 glared at you. It wasn't the right room, but you were close. Closer than you had been since... well, since he had grabbed you by the collar that night at the party. Closer than you had been since you watched him get pummeled into the ground by the very same man who stole you away from him.

The numbers ticked up as you continued down the hall. 401, 403, 406, 409, 412.

Your heart was racing in your chest by the time you turned to your left and saw those numbers you had been dreadingseeing – 413.

The number 413 loomed in front of you, an impassable threshold between past and present. You exhaled, slow and measured, and raised a fist to knock. For a moment, you hesitated, staring at the peeling paint on the doorframe, the tarnished brass of the room number. Your fingers curled in on themselves. It would be so easy to turn around, to walk away. But you weren't that person anymore. You forced yourself to knock.

The door opened almost instantly. Tanimoto stood in the doorway, his face shadowed by the dim overhead light. A dark bruise swelled around his left eye, his lower lip cracked and healing. The sight of it made something cold settle in your stomach. He looked different—hollow, diminished.

"Hey," he said, his voice low, uncertain.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze, keeping your expression unreadable. The weight of everything between you pressed down on your chest, but you pushed through it. "I came for my stuff."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. His hand flexed at his side like he wanted to reach for you but thought better of it. "Right. Yeah." After a moment's hesitation, he stepped aside, giving you space to enter.

The room was surprisingly neat, stripped of the usual signs of his disorder. Your duffel bag sat near the door, already packed. A small act of consideration that did nothing to soothe the wariness in your bones.

"I packed everything for you," he said, voice careful, almost measured. "Figured that's what you wanted."

You nodded, stepping forward. Your fingers brushed over the bag's zipper, checking its weight. Everything felt accounted for. But you still had the lingering thought that something was missing—not a possession, but something deeper, something intangible.

Tanimoto lingered near the door, watching you with an unreadable expression. "I'm ready to go too," he added, as if that would change something.

You reached for the handle and turned toward him. "Thank you." It was clipped, distant. Still, you bowed your head slightly in acknowledgment, a final courtesy before leaving this part of your life behind.

Just as you moved to leave, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Your body locked up instantly. The air in your lungs turned sharp, unsteady. His grip wasn't bruising, wasn't forceful, but it didn't need to be. A part of you recoiled before your mind even caught up, instincts long trained to flinch at his touch.

"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you," he said quickly, his fingers releasing you just as fast. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, looking exhausted, defeated. "I just... do you wanna get coffee or something? I think we should talk."

Your heart pounded, but not from fear. From anger. From frustration. From everything you had buried deep just to make it this far.

"There's nothing to talk about." Your voice was firm, your body already half-turned toward the door.

"Please," he tried again. "I just—I wanna talk, that's all." His voice cracked, and for a moment, he looked like he was on the verge of saying something more. But you didn't care.

You sighed, shaking your head. "I'm leaving, Tanimoto. He's waiting for me outside."

His jaw tensed, but he didn't move. His hands clenched at his sides as he took a slow breath. "I just want you to explain why—where this is all coming from."

Your lips parted, but instead of answering, you heard Aki's voice in your head. "You don't have to explain yourself to him."

Your expression hardened. "I don't have to explain myself to you." The words were clipped, sharp, a finality in them that left no room for argument. "You lost that right the moment you started hitting me."

His face paled. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His shoulders sagged as the weight of your words sunk in, as if he were only now realizing the full impact of his actions.

You turned toward the door, but he shifted, stepping into your path.

Your fingers twitched toward your phone. Aki was just downstairs. But no. You wouldn't call for help. Not this time.

Instead, you straightened. "I'm seeing a lawyer."

His expression cracked. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something, but the words never made it past his throat.

"Please, don't leave."

Your fingers tightened around your bag's handle. "You're too late."

Tanimoto's shoulders slumped. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. "I don't want a divorce."

You met his gaze, unflinching. "It doesn't matter what you want anymore, Tanimoto."

He swallowed hard, his face a storm of emotions. He was losing you, and he knew it. The realization was written all over his face.

"I'll bring you the papers soon," you continued. "Until then, don't contact me. If you refuse to meet up and agree to terms, it will have to be resolved in court." Your voice was steady, unwavering. "And if we go to court, I will bring up everything you've done. Everything you don't want getting out."

The silence between you was suffocating. He knew exactly what you meant. The bruises, the excuses, the nights spent walking on eggshells. It would all be laid bare.

"If you want this to be done peacefully," you said finally, "then I suggest that you cooperate."

He didn't say anything.

You nodded once. "Excuse me."

This time, when you reached for the door, he didn't stop you.

You stepped into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind you. The tension in your shoulders slowly began to unravel, bit by bit, with every step you took toward the elevator.

And just like that, it was done.

The office smelled of old paper and polished wood, the scent of ink lingering in the air like a tangible reminder of the bureaucracy that would soon unfold. You sat stiffly in the leather chair across from an attorney – Kaya Fujimoto – hands folded tightly in your lap, fingers laced together as if to hold yourself steady. The room was neat, precise, the kind of place where every detail had been carefully curated to exude control. If only you felt that way.

The attorney, a woman in her late fifties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense air, adjusted her glasses and gave a polite but professional nod. "I appreciate you coming in today. I understand you're here to begin the process of filing for divorce."

You swallowed, nodded. "Yes."

The attorney folded her hands on the desk. "All right. To start, I need to get a full picture of your financial and legal situation. The first thing I want to ask is, do you and your husband own any shared assets?"

"Yes," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to speak with more clarity. "We own a house together."

The attorney didn't look surprised, simply nodding as she made a note on the yellow legal pad in front of her. "Is the house fully paid off, or is there a mortgage?"

"There's still a mortgage. We bought it together a few years ago. Both of our names are on it."

The attorney clicked her pen, jotting something down. "That will complicate things slightly, but it's manageable. Now, do you both contribute to the mortgage payments equally? Or is one of you primarily responsible?"

You hesitated. "We've both paid into it. We have a joint account, and the mortgage is withdrawn from there every month."

The attorney nodded again. "That brings me to my next question—joint finances. Do you and your husband share any bank accounts beyond the one you mentioned? Savings accounts, investments, anything else of significance?"

"We share all of our money," you admitted, the words heavy on your tongue. "We never separated finances. Everything goes into one place."

For the first time, the attorney's gaze lifted fully from the notepad, studying you carefully. "And who primarily controls those funds?"

The question made you shift in your seat. "It's... technically both of us, but he usually handles the big decisions. I don't go through every transaction."

"Has he ever restricted your access to money? Prevented you from withdrawing funds, or monitored your spending?"

You knew what the attorney was asking, and for a fleeting moment, you considered being honest. But you had already decided—you wouldn't bring that into this. You wouldn't give him that power over your case, wouldn't let this become a battle of accusations and counterclaims.

"No," you said, carefully neutral. "We've just always used the same account."

The attorney held your gaze for a moment longer, as if weighing your answer. Then, nodding, she returned to her notes. "Okay. Since there is no financial separation, everything in that account is considered marital property. This includes any savings, investments, or debts in both of your names. Divorce proceedings will determine how those assets are divided."

The weight in your chest grew heavier. You had spent so long trying to separate yourself from him, to untangle yourself from the life you had built together, and yet here you were, realizing how deeply enmeshed you still were.

"I need to ask," the attorney continued, her voice steady, "is there a prenuptial agreement in place?"

You shook your head. "No."

This time, the attorney exhaled softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "That means that, legally, all assets accumulated during your marriage are subject to division. Without a prenuptial agreement, there's no predetermined structure for how things will be split. We'll need to negotiate that through the divorce."

Your stomach twisted. You had known this, in theory, but hearing it stated so plainly made it real. You had spent years building a life with him, and now you would have to fight for your share of it.

"I assume there's no formal postnuptial agreement either?" the attorney asked.

"No. Nothing like that."

The attorney tapped the pen against the legal pad. "All right. The house will likely be the biggest point of contention. Typically, there are a few options. You can sell the home and split the proceeds, one party can buy out the other's share, or—depending on the situation—one spouse may retain ownership, with financial compensation provided to the other. Do you have a preference?"

You shivered, thinking about all of the memories that lived in that damned house – like ghosts.

You hesitated. "I don't want the house."

The attorney paused, flipping through a few pages before looking back at you. "Are you prepared for the possibility that he may not cooperate? If he refuses to sell the house or give you your share, we may have to take the matter to court."

Your fingers tightened on your lap. "I don't want to go to court," you said, your voice low but firm, as if speaking the words aloud would solidify your resolve. "I just want to be done with him, with all of this." You gestured vaguely, as if the walls of the office were somehow closing in on you. "If that means I walk away without getting the full value of the house, I'll take it. Whatever gets me out of this faster."

The attorney's sharp eyes studied you for a moment, then she nodded, understanding the weight behind your words. "I understand. Divorce is often more about the emotional closure than the financial settlement. But you should be aware that his refusal to comply can still delay things. It won't be over quickly, even if you take the loss."

"I don't care," you replied quietly, almost to yourself. "I just need it over."

The attorney held your gaze for a moment longer, then gave a small, acknowledging nod. "I'll make a note of that. It's important to know what you're willing to accept, and it sounds like you're ready to move on. But just be clear—if he's uncooperative, I will do everything in my power to ensure you're not taken advantage of."

Your throat tightened, but you nodded in return. "Thank you."

"What if he refuses to sign the... uh... the papers?"

"Then we take it to court. Judges don't look kindly on one party trying to hold the other hostage in a divorce."

You nodded, absorbing the information. The attorney's calm, methodical approach made it easier to stomach, but it didn't change the reality of what you were about to step into.

"As for your finances," the attorney continued, "I strongly recommend you open a personal bank account immediately and begin transferring your share of the funds. Since everything is joint, your husband has equal access. If he suspects a divorce is imminent, he could drain the account before proceedings begin."

Your breath caught slightly. You hadn't thought of that, but you should have. "How much should I take?"

"Half," the attorney said without hesitation. "That's what you're entitled to. If he challenges it, we can address it in negotiations. But do not leave yourself financially vulnerable."

You nodded, making a mental note to do it as soon as you got home. The thought of him realizing you had moved the money made your stomach churn, but the alternative—being left with nothing—was far worse.

"That leads me to my next point," the attorney said. "Divorces can be civil, or they can be contentious. Based on what you've told me, I want you to be prepared for the possibility that he will contest the terms. It may be beneficial to gather any financial records, emails, or messages that support your contributions to the marriage. Documentation can be invaluable if disputes arise."

You let out a slow breath. "I understand."

The attorney closed her legal pad and offered a small, reassuring smile. "This process can be overwhelming, but you're not alone. My job is to ensure you leave this marriage with what you're legally entitled to."

For the first time since stepping into the office, you felt the smallest sliver of relief.

You had spent so long feeling trapped. Now, for the first time, you were beginning to see the way out.

"Thank you," You smiled. "I really do appreciate it."

That evening, after you came home from the attorney's office, you entered Aki's apartment. He had texted you earlier to let you know that he'd left the door unlocked for you. You assumed that he had said that because he was asleep or in the shower, or something of the sort, so you were a little surprised to see the outline of his lean form perched over the balcony.

Still, kicking your shoes off, you entered the space that had become your home and followed him out there.

He was still wearing his Public Safety uniform – clearly just recently having clocked out – leaning over the ledge with a cigarette perched between his fingers. His hair was down, and it looked almost blue beneath the moonlight. As blue as his tired eyes were when he turned slowly to meet your gaze.

"Hey, troublemaker," He smiled – softly, though there was a hint of fatigue that lingered behind it, like the work day had drained him.

"Hey, Baby," You replied, walking up a little closer and then slipping your hands around his waist. It all felt so natural, so easy. It felt like coming home after being at war. When you buried your nose into his back, you smelled that beautiful aroma that was so distinctly him – his detergent, the warm notes of his cologne, hints of smoke from the stick between his fingertips.

"Baby," He hummed. "I don't think you've ever called me that outside of the bedroom."

You grinned, face flushing, nuzzling your cheek into his back. Truthfully, the nickname had slipped out. It felt so natural, you hadn't even realized you'd said it.

Then, he sighed, shoulders slumping. His hand rested over yours, drawing shapes over your clasped fingertips.

"Rough day at work?" You asked.

He chuckled, "You have no idea."

"I don't, you're right," You replied, "I can't imagine being a Captain, truthfully. Having to think for everyone – I'd much rather take orders."

"I'm not even gonna comment on that last part 'cause my mind's in the gutter," Aki huffed out a quiet little laugh. When you shoved him forward, he pulled a hit from his cigarette, continuing, "How was the meeting?"

He turned around to face you, then, wrapping you in the tightest bear hug he could manage. For a second, you felt as if you had died and gone to heaven. You wouldn't mind suffocating in his arms.

"Provincial," You smiled. "She told me I'm entitled to half of the income and... God, a whole lot of other legal jargon. I'm so over it."

"It'll be worth it when you're free," Aki hummed in response, cigarette perched between his lips. Faintly, a few feet away, a CD player was playing some tune you faintly recognized. It sounded like something from the 80's. Mindlessly, perhaps, you began to swing back and forth.

"That's what I'm trying to remind myself," You rested your head on his chest, letting him continue to swing you back and forth to the beat. It was somewhere between swaying and dancing – content to bask in each other's presence. Your hand snaked its way up his arm, "Let me get a hit of that?"

You plucked the smoldering cigarette out from between his fingers and held it up to your own lips. As Aki continued to move you side to side to the rhythm of the song, you breathed in, feeling the smoke enter your lungs, the nicotine slip into your veins – and then breathed out.

When you were finished, you stubbed the cigarette out and flicked it over the edge of the balcony. You had gotten your fix, and you were now content to lose to yourself in the rhythm, in the little bubble the two of you had created. For a minute, you weren't just a twenty-something on the edge of a divorce, a Public Safety worker with a ticking clock over her head – for a minute, it was just you and your lover, swaying together beneath Tokyo's evening skyline with your head on his chest. Below your cheek, his heart beat steadily, a reminder that this was all real.

"I love you," you sighed.

Aki tilted your chin up so that you were eye-to-eye with him, "I love you more."

Then he was leaning down – quite a bit, as he was a great deal taller than you were – and his lips were on yours, gentle and languid, as if he had all of the time in the world to kiss you. You sighed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer – all the while swaying to the song.

"I have nothing left except you now, remember that," You breathed out. It was true. Once the divorce was through, you'd have no one else but Aki to pick up the pieces (the way he always did).

"How could I forget?" He smiled, pressing a kiss to your crown, gazing down at you with that starstruck look – like you were the only thing he had ever wanted, "You're my happiness, my everything."

And then, on the balcony of your not-quite-boyfriend's apartment, swinging to the beat of some song you couldn't name if someone paid you, swaddled in his arms, you realized that things really would turn out okay. As long as you had him by your side, you could handle anything.

YOU: I have the papers, and I would like to meet up in person as soon as possible so you can sign off on it.

YOU: please be mindful that this is the peaceful way to do things. I'll be out of your hair in no time.

Typing...

TANIMOTO: Okay. When should we meet?

YOU: Tomorrow?

TANIMOTO: Yeah, that works.

YOU: Great. I'll go to Kyoto. We can discuss terms over coffee.

Typing...

TANIMOTO: I miss you, yk that?

Seen 11:42 PM

Two weeks had passed since your first consultation with the attorney. Two weeks of what felt like an endless back-and-forth – tied between days with Aki, at home and at work. Two weeks of living with the Hayakawa "family" (and resolving the numerous arguments that broke out between the three. Denji always had something to do with it). Two weeks of bliss combined with the greatest headache ever – the process of a legal separation from your soon-to-be ex husband.

Two weeks had passed, and now that you were here, you were having doubts. Unreasonable doubts, sure. You knew you wanted this, but they were doubts nonetheless

Two weeks, and now you were seated in the backseat of a busy cafe with the divorce papers neatly stacked and stapled together in your lap. You had spent countless days reading over all of the terms and conditions your attorney had drafted up. Four pages. Four perfect, white pages, each detailing some aspect of the divorce. It felt like a brick in your lap, heavy and uncertain.

And, as you ran your eyes over the front page one last time, just to make sure that you really wanted to go through with everything, the bell at the top of the cafe's door rang, and Tanimoto walked in.

He was dressed like it was just another normal day. White dress shirt, Public Safety suit jacket buttoned up – he looked as if he had just gotten off of work. If your memory served you correct, he usually worked until four in the afternoon on Wednesdays. That would mean that he came straight from Public Safety by train.

The two of you had agreed to meet halfway in the middle at a cafe he had recommended in Narai-juku. The train ride wasn't unreasonable, but it did nothing for your nerves to know that you were here alone. Aki was in town with Denji and Power, undoubtedly being suckered into the arcade Denji had spotted in the cab on the way over just up the block. He was a call away, as always, upon his insistence, but he wasn't sitting across from you.

No, instead, it was Tanimoto that sat down, solemn expression worn on his tired face, hair looking utterly disheveled. His eyes were baggy, like he hadn't slept. The one on the left still wore the remnants of a black eye, a painful reminder of the fight he had gotten into.

For a moment, neither of you exchanged greetings. What more was there to say?

Wordlessly, you set the document on the table. It felt a lot heavier than it actually was. Tanimoto seemed to mirror your hesitance on a much greater level, eyes already hazy. He stared down at the packet between the two of you like he couldn't believe it, like the years the two of you had spent together were flashing through his mind.

"This doesn't feel real," He finally acknowledged the elephant in the room.

Tanimoto's fingers hovered over the stack of papers before he finally reached for them. He exhaled sharply, as if bracing himself, then flipped open the first page. His movements were sluggish, like he was deliberately slowing time, drawing this out longer than it needed to be.

You sat perfectly still, watching as his eyes moved across the first few lines, the muscles in his jaw tightening with every word he absorbed. His thumb ran absentmindedly along the edge of the paper, the same way he used to trace lazy circles against your wrist when he held your hand. You forced yourself to look away.

That was another lifetime ago.

His voice, quiet and strained, finally cut through the silence. "So, other than half of the money, you're not asking for anything," he murmured, not quite a question, but more of a realization.

You nodded, shifting in your seat. "I don't need anything from you. I just want a clean break."

He lifted his head. "And the, uh... the house?"

The house. The house you had once called a home. Four white walls, sleek modern interior, a place you had never quite felt was your own.

You swallowed. "It's yours."

His lips parted slightly, as if taken aback. His gaze searched yours, as if waiting for you to change your mind.

"I'm looking to downsize," you continued, voice steady. "I have some apartments I'm already looking at in Tokyo."

"With Captain Hayakawa, right? You're..." He swallowed like it hurt him to do so, "You're moving in together, aren't you?"

You weren't planning on it. Hell, you hadn't even started showing some of the listings to Aki yet to get his opinion. Everything was so... up in the air.

Plus, you would never ask him that. Living with someone was a commitment, something not far from marriage. Aki was still young. You doubted he would want to give up the space he'd been inhabiting for so long just to share one with you.

Still... you had endured Tanimoto's abuse for years. You wanted to milk it a little longer.

"That's none of your business, honestly," You replied.

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head. "Guess you've got it all figured out."

You said nothing. There was nothing left to say.

The café buzzed around you—muffled conversations, the hiss of steaming milk, the rhythmic clinking of cups against saucers. Outside, the sky had deepened into a dusky shade of blue, streaked with the last traces of sunlight. It was the kind of evening you once would have spent together, sharing a quiet meal or walking home side by side.

Now, you sat on opposite ends of a table, separated by a mere few inches and a lifetime of things left unsaid.

Tanimoto turned another page, skimming over the terms like he wasn't really reading them. His hand rested on the corner of the stack, fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against the paper.

Then, after a long pause, he exhaled and leaned back. "Should I take this home?" he asked, rubbing at his temple. "Go over it a little more before signing?"

You shook your head without hesitation. "No. I want you to sign them here."

His lips pressed into a thin line.

"I took the evening off," you added, folding your hands in your lap. "I have time to wait."

Tanimoto let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head again, but he didn't argue. Instead, he flipped through the final few pages, slower this time. His expression hardened, but beneath the forced indifference, you could see it—the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, the tight set of his shoulders.

You knew that look. It was the same one he wore when he was trying not to let something hurt.

And then, without looking up, he said, "I don't have a pen."

You had expected this. You figured he would try and pull a stunt at the last minute.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a sleek black pen and placed it on the table between you. "That's okay," you said, voice soft. "I brought one."

A breath of laughter left him, quiet and bitter. "Of course you did." He picked up the pen, turning it between his fingers, as if testing its weight. Then, finally, he looked at you. His eyes were glassy, reflecting the warm light overhead, and for a moment, he didn't speak.

"Look," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know about this..."

Your chest tightened. You swallowed against the lump in your throat.

"Don't," you said, cutting him off. "Don't do this. Please. Just sign the papers."

His grip on the pen tightened, his knuckles paling. "I don't want to lose you."

It was barely a whisper, but it still hit like a punch to the ribs.

For a second, you almost faltered. You almost let the years you had spent together, the familiarity of him, the ache in his voice, shake your resolve.

But then you heard Aki's voice in your head, steady and sure.

"Stay strong."

You blinked, steadying your breath. "You'll lose a lot more than just me if you don't sign off on the terms," you said, and even though it hurt, even though your throat burned from holding back the emotion threatening to break through, you didn't waver. "This is the best way to do it. Please, just... just sign it."

A heavy silence settled between you, thick and suffocating. You could feel him watching you, searching for something—hesitation, regret, anything that would let him believe there was still a chance.

But you had made your choice.

Tanimoto exhaled, long and unsteady. His shoulders dropped, and his head tilted slightly downward, his eyes falling to the paper in front of him.

"If this will make you happy," he muttered, pressing the tip of the pen to the page, "then I'll be glad I did at least one thing right."

You knew what he was doing. He wanted to make you doubt. To make you regret.

And maybe, in some small way, it was working.

But you forced yourself to remember why you were doing this.

Tanimoto picked up the pen with a trembling hand, steadying it over the line at the end of the packet. Then, hesitating slightly, he scribbled his signature down, ink pressing deep into the paper.

And you exhaled. Finally, For the first time in thirty seconds, you breathed out.

It's over. It's finally over.

You stood up only a moment later, grabbing your coffee and the papers before he could change his mind. "I'll come by the house and pick up my stuff while you're at work sometime this week," You hummed, sticking the papers into the folder in your purse. When you were all zipped up and ready to go, you looked him one last time – got a real good look at him because you knew you might never see him again after all was said and done.

And he was crying. His eyes were wide and watery, tears streaming gently down his cheeks – it was something you hadn't seen him do before... ever. Lips trembling, he whispered, "You don't have to do this. It's not too late to call it off."

That's the thing about abusers. They're very convincing. You felt the waterworks building up in your own eyes, biting your lip to keep them at bay. A stray tear slipped out, down your cheek – one you quickly wiped away. He wasn't worth any more of those.

"This is goodbye, Tanimoto," You said the words you had been aching to say for so long. As you breathed them out into the air, you felt lighter, somehow, like a weight had been lifted. Then, turning on your heel, you made your way towards the door.

"Will I ever see you again?" He called after you, making you pause mid-step.

A shopgoer passed you by. Then another. Your coffee felt heavy in your palm, hot enough to burn the tender skin there.

Slowly, then, you looked back at him – at the pathetic man who had once been your husband, and felt the weight of the papers in your bag.

"Stay strong," Aki's voice echoed in your head one final time.

Then, you straightened out, answering, "With all due respect, I hope not."

You didn't wait for his response. You didn't even spare him one last glance.

Instead, you turned on your heel and walked out of the café, pushing the door open with more force than necessary. The bell above jingled in protest.

The evening air hit you like a slap to the face—cool, crisp, and sharp enough to sting against the heat of your skin. Your feet moved on their own, faster than they needed to, carrying you up the block as though you could outrun the weight of what had just happened. The coffee in your hand sloshed dangerously against the rim, but you hardly noticed.

You didn't stop. Not when the streetlights flickered on overhead. Not when a group of people passed by, chatting about something insignificant. Not even when you realized you had started trembling.

It wasn't until you turned a corner, out of sight from the café, that it hit you all at once.

The tears came before you could stop them—silent, hot, and endless. Your breath hitched, and then you were sobbing, shoulders heaving, body curling inward as if you could fold yourself small enough to disappear.

You doubled over, your free hand gripping your stomach like you had been physically struck. It hurt. God, it hurt.

Then, you dropped into a squat, setting your coffee down and curling into a ball.

People were staring. You could feel their eyes on you, confused and mildly concerned. Some of them hesitated mid-step, as if debating whether to approach. Others simply walked around you, pretending not to see.

You didn't care.

You didn't even know why you were crying. He was horrible to you. He had torn you down piece by piece, made you question yourself, made you feel like you were nothing. You should be relieved. You should be free.

But all you could feel was the sharp, crushing weight of the years you had wasted on him. Of the love you had given so freely, only for it to be twisted into something unrecognizable.

A hand touched your back.

You flinched at the contact, but before you could jerk away, you recognized the warmth of it. The familiarity.

Aki.

He didn't say anything at first. Just stood beside you, solid and unwavering, as if anchoring you in place. His touch was firm but careful, rubbing slow, grounding circles into your back.

When you finally dared to lift your head, you saw the bouquet of white flowers in his other hand.

Your breath hitched.

Aki was watching you, his expression unreadable beneath the dim streetlight, but his eyes—his eyes told you everything. He knew. He knew what this meant for you. He had known before you had even walked into that café.

Behind him, Denji and Power stood a few feet away, both staring at you like you had just grown a second head.

Denji's mouth was half-open, like he was about to say something, but for once, he didn't. Power nudged him, but even she stayed uncharacteristically silent.

"You two go ahead and buy some icecream over there. I'll be right behind you," Aki rustled around in his pocket and slapped a bill into Denji's hand, "Give us a minute."

The two of them pissed off rather quickly then, practically skipping off with the money – their hunched over kinda-roommate long forgotten. Then it was just you on the floor and Aki, towering over you.

"You okay?" He asked, breaking the silence. "I got these flowers for you. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

There was an unspoken threat behind his words, an unspoken "Do I need to go over there and talk to him?". On any other day, you would have cracked a smile at it.

Instead, you shook your head, "I don't... know why I'm crying."

He sighed, then knelt down to your level. Long fingers reached out to cradle your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear and out of your face. "It's a lot to process, Honey. Being strong doesn't always feel good."

You sniffled back, "I guess you're right."

"Stand up," He smiled at you – not with teeth, but a lippy smile, like he was head over heels for you, even when you were... like that. "We can talk about it when you're ready, okay?"

"I'm ready now, I just..." You stood up, shivering at the gust of wind that blew your way. You tugged at the sleeves of Aki's sweater around your wrists. "It's just hard. I mean, we were married for quite some time, and I just... I have so much to say. So much to feel."

Aki wrapped you in his embrace – his warmth, and you melted against his much taller body. And, for a moment, nothing more had to be said. He understood everything.

"It'll pass," Was all he said in response.

"I feel like I just let an entire marriage go," You asked, "Will it really get better?"

"It'll get easier every day," He replied, bringing a hand up to massage the back of your scalp. "Plus, I'll be with you every step of the way."

You leaned into his touch, his embrace, and let the tears begin to flow again, carelessly soaking his sweater. He held you through it, whispering words of endearment and cooing in your ear.

"I want you to call your lawyer up and tell her you're gonna drop the papers off tomorrow," He added.

Your heart squeezed at the sound of it – at the sound of his voice, at the idea that you were that much closer to being done with your husband, you weren't entirely sure which one.

"He told me it's not too late to back down, Aki," You sighed. "I'm scared."

"We can take it one step at a time," He replied easily. "Wanna talk about it over ice cream?"

You looked at him – at your lover, then up at the pearly blue sky. It seemed like it was a little brighter that afternoon, a little more colorful. Faintly, hues of pink were beginning to creep onto the skyline. You took a moment to take it all in.

Then, you smiled, "Yeah... I would like that."

Aki released you from his hold, only to take your hand up in his own and place a chaste kiss to the back of it.

You had heard people tell you that freedom came with a great deal of difficulty, that it often took a while to start feeling good. You agreed. Now that you had the signed papers in your bag, you didn't know how to feel – what to make of everything.

Still, you felt a little better knowing that you were walking towards freedom hand-in-hand with the man you loved.

You were well on your way to separation with your not-quite-ex husband. The divorce papers were signed, dated, and dropped off at the attorney's office earlier in the morning. The only thing left?

Packing. So much of it. For a moment, you wondered if you would even be able to pack away your twenties. Would they be able to fit in the cardboard boxes you had picked up? Would you be able to carry them, or would the crushing weight of the divorce be too much to handle?

On the ride over, you had plenty of time to think about it. You and Aki had rented a moving truck from one of those moving chains, and in the back were a few piles of cardboard boxes. Oh, and the other two. Denj and Power were having the time of their lives back there, sitting criss-crossed applesauce on the floor while Aki drove. In his words, they were devils, and if they got injured on the way over, he would just have to give them some blood whenever they got home and they would be as good as new.

Your hands were neatly folded in your lap. Five hours into the five-and-a-half hour commute, and it was safe to say that you were going insane. The papers were sent in – it was final, no going back. Could you finally call yourself a free woman?

After all of those years?

One look at Aki and his glorious side profile – sharp angles and boyish eyes illuminated by the sunlight filtering in through the window behind the two of you – and you knew that going back was never an option. Not after you met him, anyway.

You glanced at the kids in the back. Currently, they were playing one of the board games they had brought along for the ride. Checkers, it looked like. Denji moved a black piece right as the truck hit a bump in the road, and their progress went flying.

Denji slammed his hands down on the ground, "Dammit, ponytail, you SUCK at driving!"

"Get a license, then we'll talk," He grumbled back. "Fuckin' freeloader."

You laughed, cheeks pulled taut at the corners. "Be nice, Aki."

"He's been getting on my nerves the entire car ride," Aki turned to you briefly, blue eyes narrowed into slits. He gestured towards the road. On the radio, one of his CDs was playing a quiet tune. "Are we there yet, this and I have to piss, that."

"I'm pretty sure this is the longest he's ever been in a car," You tried to add.

"If he's lucky, I won't pack him into a box and fucking leave him in here," He hissed at you.

"Eat a bag of dicks," Denji piped up from the back.

There was a tick in Aki's jaw, then, eyes widening as he shouted into the rearview mirror; "Go fuck yourself."

"Kids, please," You cut in. "There's only thirty minutes left. Can we please be nice?" You gestured to the road exasperatedly, "Left at the light, by the way."

The road stretched long and open before you, the low hum of Aki's music filling the car. The quiet tune had blended into the background hours ago, like the rhythm of the tires against the pavement, like the steady presence of the man beside you. The golden glow of the setting sun slanted through the windshield, bathing the dashboard in soft, flickering light. Outside, the landscape rolled by in a blur of greens and browns, endless fields giving way to clusters of trees, and the occasional gas station sign flickering against the dimming sky.

"Left at the light," you reminded him, voice soft, watching as the green overhead turned yellow.

Aki nodded, fingers flexing on the wheel before smoothly guiding the car into the turn lane. His profile was sharp in the fading light, the angles of his face accentuated by the dusky hues. The sunset caught on the edge of his jawline, turning his skin molten, almost delicate. You wondered, fleetingly, if he knew how easily you could get lost in looking at him. If he could feel the weight of your gaze.

Instead of giving in to the impulse, you settled for words. "It's nice out."

"Yeah," he murmured, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. "Warm for this time of year."

The soft breeze from the slightly cracked window tousled a few strands of his hair. You resisted the urge to reach out, to tuck them behind his ear. You weren't sure when that particular habit had formed—this desire to smooth the edges of his exhaustion, to make things a little easier for him. Maybe it had been there all along, just waiting for the right moment to surface.

Another lull stretched between you, comfortable but weighted. Then—

"Rent's getting ridiculous lately."

You huffed a small laugh, shifting in your seat. "Tell me about it. Feels like the prices jump every time I check."

Aki drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, an almost absentminded motion. His brows furrowed slightly, as if working through a thought. Then—

"How would you feel about living together?"

The words settled between you, unexpected yet not entirely surprising. Your breath caught for just a fraction of a second. It wasn't as if the idea had never crossed your mind—you'd thought about it in passing, imagined what it might be like to share a space, to wake up and find him already in the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep, brewing his first cup of coffee. But hearing him say it aloud, hearing the intent behind it, made your pulse skip in a way that left you unsteady.

You blinked, fingers tightening around the fabric of your pants. "Like... the—" Your throat bobbed. "The four of us?"

"Yeah." His gaze flickered toward you, brief but searching. "The four of us. Get a bigger place."

Your heart did something odd in your chest—something light and quick and startling. You wanted to say yes, immediately, to latch onto the idea before it could slip through your fingers. Aki wasn't the type to bring things up unless he'd thought them through. If he was asking, that meant he'd considered it. That meant he wanted it.

But—

"Aki, I don't know..." Your voice was hesitant, careful. You could hear the uncertainty in it, the part of you that still held back. "I'll think about it. It's just—moving in with someone so quickly, you know?"

He nodded once, slow and understanding, his grip on the wheel remaining steady. "That's valid." A pause. Then, quieter, "Take as much time as you need. If you say no, I'll totally understand. Just let me know. My lease is up soon, at the end of the year. I'll renew it if you want."

There was something about the way he said it—if you want—that made your chest ache. Like the decision was entirely yours, like he wasn't pushing, just offering. Giving you an out, if you needed it. But the truth was, you didn't want an out.

The answer wasn't no, You just weren't sure if you were ready to say yes.

You swallowed, nodding slowly. "Yeah, okay. I'll—I'll think about it."

Aki hummed in response, the sound low and thoughtful. He didn't press further, didn't push for a quick decision. He just let the conversation settle into the space between you, quiet but not stifling. It was one of the things you liked about him—the way he let things breathe, the way he never made you feel rushed.

The rest of the drive passed in a silence that felt charged but not uncomfortable. There was something brimming beneath it, something unspoken yet understood. A shift, subtle but unmistakable.

In the back, Denji and Power had finally tired themselves out. The board game lay abandoned between them, the checkers pieces rolling lazily across the floor of the car, forgotten. Power had slumped against the window, mouth slightly open in sleep, while Denji leaned back with his arms crossed, head tilted at an awkward angle. They looked peaceful, in their own chaotic way.

You exhaled slowly, watching as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon. The sky darkened, deep blues bleeding into blacks, the first stars blinking to life above.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were heading somewhere you wanted to be.

The rest of the ride went surprisingly quietly. The weight of Aki's words still lingered in the air, settling somewhere deep in your chest, heavy and uncertain. You watched the scenery blur past the window, streetlights flickering on one by one as dusk fully descended. The once-vivid hues of sunset had bled into an inky darkness, and with it came a creeping anxiety that made your fingers twitch in your lap.

Your keys felt foreign in your hands, the cool metal pressing into your palm as you turned them over absentmindedly. You hadn't used them in what felt like years. Time had stretched and twisted, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly when you had last walked through the doors of this house. The thought made your throat tighten, a lump forming that you stubbornly swallowed down.

Aki parked the car in the driveway, the familiar crunch of gravel beneath the tires sending a shiver down your spine. For a long moment, neither of you moved. The house loomed ahead, quiet and still, its windows dark. It looked smaller than you remembered. Or maybe you had just grown.

"You okay?" Aki's voice was gentle, careful.

You let out a shaky breath, forcing a nod. "Yeah. Just... a lot."

He didn't press further. He never did. Instead, he reached over and squeezed your knee, a quiet reassurance before pulling the key from the ignition. You took that as your cue, slowly stepping out of the car. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, the same way it always had.

Your hands trembled as you fit the key into the lock. It turned smoothly, with an ease that made your chest ache. Like the house had been waiting for you to come back. The door creaked open, revealing the dim interior, the familiar scent of aged wood and dust greeting you like an old friend.

Stepping inside felt like stepping into a memory. The floorboards groaned under your weight, the walls holding echoes of years past. You walked further in, fingers brushing against the edge of the doorway, as if grounding yourself in reality. Aki followed behind, his presence solid and steady, the only thing keeping you from feeling like you might dissolve into the past.

Your breath hitched. You had told yourself you wouldn't cry. That you were stronger than this. But the moment your eyes landed on the living room—the worn couch, the coffee table still marked with the rings of old mugs, the bookshelves slightly askew—it all came rushing back. Every laugh, every fight, every late-night conversation that had once filled these walls.

Your husband topped off your glass of champagne with a grin, crooning, "Here's to our first night in our new home."

"Cheers," You replied. Your glasses clinked together in the middle.

"Our future begins here," He laughed.

The first tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. Then another. You covered your mouth with your hand, squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to compose yourself.

"Hey." Aki's voice was soft, his hand warm as it found the small of your back. "It's okay."

You shook your head, a choked laugh escaping. "I feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid," he said firmly. "You lived here. Of course it's gonna hit hard."

You turned to him, your vision blurred with tears. He was watching you with quiet understanding, his blue eyes holding none of the impatience or awkwardness you had feared. Just patience. Just Aki.

He reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "Be strong."

The words shouldn't have meant so much, but they did. Maybe because they came from him.

You nodded, sniffling. "Okay."

Aki let his hand drop but didn't step away, waiting until you had taken a steadying breath before speaking again. "Where should we start?"

Your gaze drifted up the staircase, heart thudding painfully in your chest. "The bedroom."

He nodded. "Alright."

The creak of each step beneath your feet was like a ghost of the past, whispering stories you weren't ready to hear. The hallway was lined with old photos, their frames slightly crooked. You hesitated at one—an old picture of yourself, caught mid-laugh, a younger version of you that felt like a stranger now.

Aki waited patiently, hands in his pockets, giving you the space to process. When you were ready, you pushed open the bedroom door.

The air inside was thick with nostalgia. The bed was still unmade from the last night you had spent here, as if frozen in time. Your old desk sat by the window, covered in dust, a few forgotten papers scattered across the surface. Everything was still. Untouched.

Aki moved first, stepping toward the closet. "I'll start in here."

You nodded, making your way to the drawers, fingers hovering over the handles before finally pulling one open. Clothes you had long forgotten stared back at you—old sweaters, worn-out T-shirts, a jacket you used to love but hadn't thought about in years.

You picked it up, running your fingers over the fabric. It still smelled faintly of home.

Aki glanced over, watching you carefully. "You wanna keep that one?"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and nodded. "Yeah."

He didn't question it. Just kept folding, packing, moving forward. The steady rhythm of it was grounding, the quiet presence of him beside you a comfort you hadn't realized you needed.

Piece by piece, the room slowly emptied. Every item placed into a box felt like another part of your past being neatly stored away. It hurt, but it also felt necessary. Like closure.

At some point, Aki sat back on his heels, glancing at you. "You good?"

You looked around the room—at the half-packed boxes, at the dust motes drifting in the air, at the man who had somehow become a constant in your life.

You nodded, a small, exhausted smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. I think so."

At the end of a long, emotional, and tedious day—during which Denji and Power had a competition to see who could pack up your books the fastest, leading to at least three toppled stacks and a heated argument about what counted as 'packed'—you stood idle in the middle of the remnants of what was once your home.

The house was eerily quiet now. For hours, it had been filled with movement, voices, the rustling of cardboard and tape being stretched over boxes. But now, with everything packed, the silence felt thick, almost suffocating. You turned in place slowly, taking it all in—the empty shelves, the dust-covered corners, the pale outlines on the walls where frames had once hung. It was strange, seeing it like this. A hollowed-out version of what it had once been.

Your fingertips skimmed the edge of the kitchen counter as you walked past it. Every surface felt different, unfamiliar, as if stripping the house of its belongings had also stripped it of its warmth. You had spent years here. Laughed here. Cried here. Loved here.

A lump formed in your throat. You swallowed hard against it.

Aki stood near the doorway, watching you carefully. He wasn't rushing you, just waiting, like he always did. Letting you take your time.

You exhaled shakily and turned your gaze to the boxes stacked neatly near the entrance. Everything you had deemed worth keeping was in those boxes. Everything else was being left behind. It was a sobering thought. You had built a life here once, but now that life was packed away, ready to be carried off to someplace new.

This is it.

Your fingers curled into a loose fist at your side. You weren't sure if you had expected closure, or if you had expected something louder—some final, dramatic feeling to mark the end of this chapter. But all you felt was exhaustion. A quiet, aching kind of finality.

Aki took a step toward you. "You ready?"

You nodded, but it felt more like an instinctive reaction than a real answer. Still, you forced yourself to move. Your steps were slow as you made your way to the counter. The key felt heavier than it should have, the cool metal pressing into your palm as you turned it over one last time.

For years, this key had meant something. It had been yours. It had been home. Now, it was just another thing to let go of.

You placed it on the counter with deliberate care, the soft clink of metal against wood ringing through the empty space. It sounded final. It sounded like goodbye.

You let out a slow breath, staring at it for a moment longer, as if expecting it to change, as if expecting to feel something different now that it was done. But the weight in your chest remained the same.

Aki didn't say anything as you turned back toward him. He didn't need to. His expression was calm, steady, a quiet reassurance in the midst of your uncertainty.

You nodded once. "Let's go."

And with that, you walked to the door. Your hand hesitated on the handle for only a second before you pushed it open, stepping out into the cool night air.

The door clicked shut behind you.

It was only when you took that first step away from the house that something in your chest loosened. The weight that had been pressing down on you all day lifted, if only slightly. You could still feel the sadness, the ache of leaving behind something so familiar—but beneath it, something else stirred.

Relief.

Freedom.

a/n: anndddd just like that its officially over. on a scale of 1-10 how relieved are we? i'm a 12, bc i was the one who had to write all of that bs LMFOAOAOA!! OUR GIRL IS FINALLY FREEEEEE GRRRAAAAAAA!!! i cannot believe this story has come this far. it's drawing to a close in a few chapters, though, and i just wanted to take some time to thank all of you for coming along on this ride. this is officially the longest fanfic ive ever written. i loved writing the development of their relationship theyre so marriage coded. let me know what ending you hope for!!!! (who knows, I might incorporate it into what i have planned ;))) stay tuned! mama loves u all xx

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echoingbirdsofprey · 4 months ago

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Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

25 - Middle Of A Memory

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, truck smut hahaha, protected!piv, dirty talkin' Tyler, almost getting caught, then sad, sorry, mentions of injury (Tyler's)

A/N: Did you think I was gonna leave you hanging with the other two stories? Nah. These are still going to get updated! Delicate will be tomorrow or Thursday and a new chapter for the crossover this week too! These are flashbacks from their rodeo days! And why Georgia left him. I almost thought about writing a prequel for this story, but I'm not that's too many WIPs to have hahaha. As always reblogs, comments, and likes are very appreciated! I love all y'alls feedback! Please enjoy this one, I had fun with it even though it's a little sad at the end!

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“Hey, Arkansas.” Tyler heard the barrel racer’s pretty chime of a voice and he thought he might melt. God, he loved when she called him that.

“Yeah, Peach?” He sauntered over to her, a slight limp in his step. She watched him with concern, but then as he neared, and his hands wrapped around her waist, all the worry left her and she melted into him.

“I’d like to celebrate your win.” Georgia said, snaking her hands around the back of his neck. His lids lowered and he smirked.

“And how would you like to do that? I mean we’ve got beer in the trailer, unless you want a lil’ summin’ stronger?” Tyler asked, pushing her up against his truck. It was a huge, ancient square bodied Ford, blue with tan and silver pinstripes along the sides and bed.

“Maybe a shot of somethin’ stronger and I’ve got a lil’ somethin’ in mind but we have to move the truck.” Georgia said, her voice tipped with a lusty undertone that Tyler definitely noticed. His brows raised and he didn’t know his smirk could get any more mischievous, but it did then. They proceeded to, very quickly, put their gear away, Tyler’s bull riding equipment thrown in the bed of his truck and Georgia’s spurs and her saddles chucked into the tack room of her trailer. They locked up her truck and trailer and then hopped in his truck. Tyler grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from the back seat and handed it to Georgia. As he started the engine, she told him where to go so that they were away from the rodeo grounds and in a quiet area where there shouldn’t have been much traffic. It was a turnoff that she’d seen earlier when they’d pulled in that morning and she’d been thinking about it all day and how it would be a perfect place for a couple to make out with each other.

Tyler pulled the truck over and wedged it as far as he could get it hidden. His heart was absolutely pounding in his chest, knowing exactly what Georgia wanted to do. As he shut the engine off, Georgia opened the bottle of Jack and took a long swig, then handed it to Tyler. He smirked wildly and took a gulp of it, groaning at the burn as it cascaded down his throat. He screwed the cap back on and put it on the dashboard carefully. He hadn’t eaten anything all day so when the whiskey hit, it hit him hard even though it was only a small amount. He felt the world spin and he chuckled as Georgia climbed over the center console and put her legs on either side of his. He pushed the seat back and down as far as possible to give her plenty of room.

“Watch your head, Peach.” He said, reaching up to block her from hitting the back of her head on the roof of the truck. She laughed and leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy and whiskey tainted kiss that hadd Tyler absolutely reeling. His jeans were entirely too tight and he needed them off, now. Georgia could feel him through the denim and it only made her attack his mouth with even more desire. She threaded her fingers through his sandy brown hair and tugged just a little, making Tyler groan in anticipation.

“Tyler...I want you so bad.” Georgia’s voice lowered an octave and Tyler shifted, thrusting his hips up at her. His hands traveled to the hem of her tank top, pulling it up over her head. His eyes got lost for a moment as he took in her gorgeous breasts, spilling out of the top of her bra.

“Fuck, Peach, you’re so hot.” He tipped his head down, pressing careful kisses to the swell of her breasts and biting at her nipples through the fabric. Georgia’s fingers dug into the back of his skull, and his hands cupped one tit and her jaw, steadying her as they exchanged breaths. She reached down between them, undoing her belt first and Tyler did his absolute best to help her drag them down her muscular thighs. Those thighs could end him in a heartbeat. They were thick and strong from years of riding lots of horses and he adored them. Her jeans were deposited on the floor and on their way back up, Tyler’s hands took a hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard, earning a loud moan from her.

She unbuckled his belt then, trying her best to keep her lips on his as she helped free his aching cock. He lifted his hips so that she could slide his jeans and boxers down just enough to expose him. He felt instant relief and sighed as he took her lips with his once again. She hovered over him then, his length just brushing against the wetness between her legs. She’d soaked through her panties.

“Congrats on your big win, Arkansas. Are you ready to accept your prize?” She asked huskily as he popped open the center console. He let loose a nervous laugh as he fumbled for a condom. He knew he had one in there somewhere. She rubbed her cheek against his, awaiting his answer. Her cheeks were such a pretty pink, partially from arousal and partially from how fucking hot it suddenly was inside the cab of the truck. Tyler had begun to sweat and as he found a condom, ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock, he took in the scent of their sex and sweat mingling. It was a musky and heavy scent, tinged with the smell of old leather from their boots and belts that hung in the air and only served to excite them both more. Tyler reached down and pulled her panties to one side and thrust up into her hard. A strangled moan escaped her lips and Tyler grabbed the back of her neck, reeling her back in for a hungry kiss.

“Ride me, Peach, use me to get’chur self off. That’s the only prize I want right now.” His voice was gravelly as one of his hands reached her jaw again, holding her into a hard kiss. His other hand met her lower back, gently guiding her as she began to move up and down his length. She grasped for purchase on his shoulder and let her fingers drop between their bodies, two digits meeting her clit and rubbing rapid circles. They both couldn’t help the noises that came from their mouths, a mix of heavy breaths and low moans, and Tyler couldn't help the words that fell from his lips. “God, Peach, you feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so good at ridin’ me, doin’ such a good job.”

“Ohhh, Tyler, I’m close...fuck I’m sooo close.” Georgia whimpered, her brows knitting. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her orgasm building quickly, the little bit of whiskey now fully fueling her and lighting her body on fire.

“I know, Gee, I know, I can feel it, You feel so...fuckin’ good...Come for me, darlin’.” Tyler choked on his words as he too felt his release. Georgia’s pussy clamped down on him as she lost her rhythm completely and Tyler was done for right then and there. His cock throbbed and he filled the condom. He saw stars and his whole body tensed as he took over for her, guiding her hips through the waves of her finish.

“Tyler, Tyler, yes, Tyler, yes, oh my god.” His name sounded like a prayer and he chuckled hearing the twang in her voice with the way she said his name. He fucking loved it. They both ceased all movements then, Tyler breathing a heavy, shuddering sigh. Georgia’s chest heaved and he enjoyed the view, one of her breasts now halfway out of her bra. Tyler couldn’t help himself as he let his lips drop and sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her tit to fall completely out. Tyler pulled his lips away and then his laugh bellowed through the cab of the truck. His mouth dropped open, the corners of his lips turned up, his long dimples showing. Georgia giggled softly as her hands met his chest. She let a finger open his shirt just a bit more, playing with the light dusting of hair there.

“Fuck, Gee, that felt...woo...fuckin’ amazin’.” Tyler said softly, his hands squeezing her hips. They’d been so consumed by each other, that they hadn’t seen headlights enter the pull-off. They hadn’t heard anyone get out of the truck and it startled them both when someone knocked on the bed.

“Hey, y’all okay?” They both jumped at the voice. They recognized it.

“Fuck, Tyler!” Georgia squeaked, as he pulled out of her and his jeans up awkwardly as they heard the gravel crunching getting closer. Georgia jumped into the passenger seat and Tyler chucked her jeans at her, which she put on as quickly as she could. She tucked her breasts back into her bra and yanked her tank top back on as the person knocked on Tyler’s window. It was Skylar Steele, a roper from the rodeo.

“Hey, Tyler, everythin’ okay? We saw y’all up’n’scoot and didn’t know if somethin’ was wrong.” He said and Tyler shook his head.

“Nah everythin’s fine. Just went out to grab a bottle of whiskey for my win.” Tyler lied and it made Georgia smirk. Skylar leaned against the truck and waved at her.

“Hey, Georgia. Tyler’s pretty impressive, huh?” He asked and Georgia just smiled and said ‘sure is’ and reached over to run her fingers over Tyler’s cheek.

“Thanks for yur concern, Skylar. We’re all set.” Tyler’s voice got tight and Skylar nodded and wiggle his brows.

“Yup, I see that now. See ya back at the rodeo. Come have some drinks with us if y’all are up to it.” Skylar said as he patted the roof of the truck and then walked back to his truck. Tyler and Georgia waited until he backed out of the pull-off and they both sighed heavily and then laughed.

“Holy shit, Ty.” Georgia leaned back over the center console and kissed him hard, which he graciously accepted.

“That was fuckin’ crazy. We should go back and clean up. I shoved my dick in my pants with the condom still on.” He said and Georgia bit her lip and smirked.

“Did you like your prize?” She asked as she sat back in the seat and he started the truck, adjusting his seat back to where it was drivable. He nodded.

“Best prize ever, Peach.”

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One month later.

Tyler was unconscious. He had been for two days. Boone had stayed most of the time, but Georgia had popped in and out as much as she could while taking care of her horses and the girls that she was coaching at that particular rodeo. Boone was quietly sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room when Georgia walked into the room. She frowned and stepped toward the bed, placing her hand over Tyler’s. He didn’t move at all. The whole thing scared the shit out of Georgia. His breathing was the only thing that let her know he was still alive.

Boone stirred, opening his eyes and rubbing his hands over his face. He yawned and smiled at Georgia.

“Hey, Georgia. He’s still not awake. Hasn’t been. They said they had to put him in a medically induced coma so his brain can heal.” Boone explained and tears stung Georgia’s eyes as she glanced from Boone back to Tyler. The cut on his head had been stitched up. Another scar. Just like the ones on his ribs. On his back. Across his collarbone. His hips. His knees. He was a fucking mess. But she loved him all the same.

“Do they know how long?” She asked quietly and Boone shook his head.

“He’s in pretty bad shape. Pelvis is fractured too. And one of his knees is broke. They said he’s gonna need surgery for both and then it’s gonna be a long recovery.” Boone stood and he placed his hands gently on the bed next to Tyler. Georgia shook her head.

“Boone...I...what do I do? I can’t stay.” She said and Boone’s brow furrowed.

“Whatdoya mean? He’s your boyfriend.” Boone took a breath and it hitched as his stare grew hard. Georgia shook her head in disbelief.

“I can't give up everything for him right now. My whole career...I’ve been working so hard, I can’t just stop.” She said, tears now staining her cheeks as she backed away from the bed a step. She put her hand over her mouth and her jaw worked hard.

“No...you can’t. I get it. So go do what you need to do and then come back. But promise me you’ll come back...for him?” Boone’s brow knit as his gaze settled on the barrel racer. She stepped back over to Tyler and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll come back. I just don’t know when.” She said, wiping her tears. She wanted to stay longer but the next rodeo was hours away and she had to get on the road. She walked around the bed and Boone pulled her into a tight hug.

“As long as he knows you’re gonna come back.” Boone said into her shoulder and then Georgia pulled away.

“Can you just let me know how he is?” She asked and Boone nodded.

“Course. Good luck.” Boone said his tone solemn.

As Georgia walked down the hall, a sense of dread filled her and she glanced back toward Tyler’s room. In that moment, knowing how much she loved him and how much he loved her, she knew she wanted to return, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she might not.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, with everything that had just happened before she met Tyler...she knew she couldn’t. What if she lost him too? She couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else so soon after her father. She had just gotten to a good place, where she felt like she should go on. How could she risk that and come back to Tyler being crippled? What if he couldn;t rodeo anymore after this? What if this was the one that did him in? What if he had so much brain damage that he didn’t remember her?

As she continued down the hallway, all of her thoughts terrified her. She couldn’t think of any of it. She left the hospital composed, but as soon as she was safe in her truck, she broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, she sat there for what felt like hours before she could finally gather herself enough to head back to the rodeo grounds. She’d need to gather up all of her gear and horses from the stalls by herself. She was going to miss having Tyler around. She was going to miss waking up to him every morning. She was going to miss his kisses and touches and his voice. The feeling of his skin against hers and the sounds he made when he fell apart while he was inside her. She was going to miss everything about him. She was alone again, and that felt awful to her.

It was better to leave now, then get even more attached and get her heart broken all over again. If she did the heart breaking, it wouldn’t be as bad. It wouldn’t sting as much.

A week or so passed, and Georgia hadn’t heard anything from Boone so she went on about her day, getting her horses warmed up for the race that started in about an hour. And that was when she got a text.

Unknown: hey can I call you? Got news about Tyler

She typed back ‘yeah of course’ and waited. Her phone rang almost immediately.

“Hey, it’s Boone.”

“Hey. So you have news?”

“Uh, yeah...so, they did the surgeries. He’s got some screws in his pelvis and a plate in his knee. He had some memory loss...they said it’ll either get better or it won’t.” Boone went quiet on the other end of the line and Georgia hung her head.

“Did he...is he awake now?” She asked and Boone made a small noise.

“He was. He’s back asleep. He’s...he’s in a lot of pain, Georgia...like a lot.”

“Did he ask for me?” She asked, as tears stung her eyes. Boone was silent for a few moments and then he spoke softly.

“Georgia...I’m sorry. He didn’t. He doesn’t even know where he is right now. They had to shackle him to the bed because he was tryin’ to leave. He’s...I don’t know...I think it’s gonna be a long road...the doc said his rodeo career is over...”

Georgia took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I’m sorry, Boone. I love him. I do. But I can’t wait around and hope he remembers me. If he does, have him call me...but I won’t expect it. Just...tell him that I loved him so much and that I’m sorry. I can’t lose someone else. I’m sorry. I’ve lost too much already. It’s better if I walk away now.” Georgia’s voice crackled as she spoke and then she hung up. She stepped down out of the saddle and led Twist back to her trailer. She hugged the mare’s neck and sobbed softly into her mane.

This was the hardest goodbye she’d ever have to say. This was a harder goodbye than her father because at least she knew he was gone forever. Tyler...Tyler would be out there somewhere, with other people at some point, and maybe thinking of her, but maybe not. He would either remember her or he wouldn’t, and she just wasn’t going to take the chance. There were too many parts of her life left up to chance. This was better as a sure thing. Better that she pushed him out of her mind and focused on her career.

Take love out of the equation.

#tyler owens #tyler owens x oc #twisters 2024 #twisters fanfic #tyler owens fic #glen powell

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milkyboiiiii · 2 years ago

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Hi! if this isn't much of a hassle could you do S,T,U & W for Kanto Mikey?

TYSM ♡

NSFW Alphabet : Kanto! Mikey!

S, T, U, W

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for hours!!! Especially when he's irritated that day, he'll go round after round! Only ever feeling satisfied when he sees tears running down your cheeks from overstimulation.

He doesn't get as tired as he used to so he lasts a lot longer than one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any for you or for himself.

He never really felt the need for toys for himself because he only really jerked of once a week or to relieve stress.

He wouldn't mind getting you some if you asked, he'll hand you some cash and have you go pick some out yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease you that much surprisingly, well at least initiate it that much. If you start teasing him then expect to be teased back twice as hard.

He'll put you on his lap and tell you the dirtiest things while he rubs your thigh, his hand dangerously close to your clothed cunt. He did all of this because you left him a little kiss on his neck

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really wants to suck on your tits. Even though he looks and is scarier and meaner, he's still Mikey and he just wants your praise as he sucks on your titty sub at heart

Probably secretly has a lactation kink

Writing is so hard tonight 🫠

The brain doesn't want to focus and write. I'll try and get as many NSFW Alphabets done as possible tonight (hopefully the brain will start braining) because I'm gonna be super busy tomorrow and might not have time to write.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev hcs #mikey sano #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey x y/n #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano

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o2studies · 7 months ago

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23:39 || ༻`` 19 Oct 24 — Saturday

Aimed to get a lot of work done for my personal statement today and I did focus on it, so much so that I didn't do much else. But also I just stared at the document and couldn't think of anything so many times, so I took a break and went back to it soon after, and then I decided to start writing anyway and after 1½ hrs I've got my first 5 lines... ;-;

I've out some things in bulletpoints or as a small list that I want to mention, and I'm using a guide from UCAS but I found that a few of questions I can just write pretty much the same thing and I'm not sure how to not just repeat myself 3 or 4 times.... I'll do more work for it tm. A Lot more.

Aside from that (although actually, linked to UCAS) I've kind of a tough decision to make about university choices. I might write about it more tomorrow but choice one is all good, choice two would involve convincing my parents a lot and leaving behind (at least for a few years) the life me and K planned with each other during uni..

Actually — a summary:

University A is nearby, I've visited it a lot and it looks amazing, has a ton of great student experiences, I'll get to go to uni with K and rent a flat or smt with her in our second year, don't know how many times afterward I'll see A (if at all), possibly joining uotc during one of the years (can't really imagine that in Uni B but it probably could still be possible), and it is an amazing university for which I've got 2 grade reductions (within applicable maths, physics and chemsitry courses), I've got the conditional offer already

University B is the next country over, I'd be leaving behind K and my family (others too but they'll probably be a lot further anyway), I will have A with me so I won't be alone and we'd help each other with the costs of things, in the second year R would be coming over and we'd all rent a place somewhere (but have to be in student halls for a year first..... I didn’t like the experience of it that I got in Uni A), the country is really beautiful, I've been in the area before and there's no langauge changes, I know very little about the uni, it's better than Uni A (plus it combines year in industry through placements and year abroad)

And I don't know....... I do know that friendships is not what you should follow in choices like this but it breakdms my heart thinking of abandoning K and our plan, even for just a few years..

And my wrist hurt like hell today and still does.

^ I've got this written on my wrist. Had it today and will again tomorrow. I love writing quotes and sayings on my arm ^^

Day 31 clean (a whole month yesterday, woo!)

Day 0 (I was really gonna try to hit Day 1 today but forgot about that for a moment and well.... yeah....)

Floor time ✅️

Current song obsession: Army Dreamers by Celina Fang // 🍊

#i dont know what to chose #i dont know...#And idk if I'm just being a people pleaser by considering Uni B so much either....#I need someone to decide for me #o2life #student #studyblr #university #ucas #personal statement #chaotic academia #dark academia #productivity #quote #inspiration quotes #future plans

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years ago

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And just because I love Laufey so much

Description: JJ and Cowboy hit a rough patch, the song is promise by Laufey (just in case you can't see it, Tumblr's being annoying for me)

Warnings: sadness :'), smoking

A/N: I'm just gonna leave this here... also thank for this, I've never heard this song before and am now obsessed! characters are a bit different to how I usually right them idk why it's just what happened lmao (also I'm hoping this tags everyone)

Taglist: @xweirdo101x@xdark-acadamiax@ara-a-bird@heidss@chubbyboyinflannel@pendragon-writes@migwayne@bigolgay@technikerin23@supercriminalbean@honestlycasualarcade@caffeine-mess@1s3v3n1@oddmiles@kevyeen@stealing-kneecaps@criminalskies@woodandwaxwings@wizardmon3@aphroditeslovr@ducks118@azeal-peal@13thdoctor-run@introvertpan84

JJ had been acting... Off all day. That was the only way you could think to word it. She just wasn't acting like herself and you had no clue. So, when Hotch sent you all back to the hotel for the rest of the night, once everyone had settled in their rooms, you left yours, gently knocking on her door.

When she opened it, she said nothing, simply moving to the side to let you in and close the door gently behind you. You looked at her, clearly concerned.

"JJ, what's goin' on?"

"I can't do this anymore." She admitted softly, frowning at you. "I'm so sorry."

"Do what?"

"This," She said, motioning between you. "Us."

"As in, our relationship?"

"I'm sorry,"

You looked at her, giving her a small nod. "It's okay, I understand." You answered. She was going through a lot right now. You weren't going to argue it. If this is what she wanted, then it didn't matter what you wanted. It didn't matter that the idea of her not in your life made it hard to breathe. It didn't matter that she was the reason you woke up in the mornings. It didn't matter. Because this wasn't about you. It was about her.

"See you tomorrow," You gave her a somber smile and gently closed her hotel room door on your way out. Leaving you out in the hallway, on your own. You gave a small sigh as you walked back to your own room.

You kept to yourself the next day, not offering up as many suggestions - only when necessary. There was no spitballing with Morgan and Prentiss, no actively asking Reid statistics.

This hurt more than anything. It felt like there was a hole in your chest and nothing would make it go away.

Eventually, Hotch pulled you to one side, you were clearly struggling with something and if the way JJ was acting was any sort of indicator, something had happened between the two of you.

"What's going on?" He asked, you looked at him, giving him your most convincing smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"No. You're not." He folded his arms as he spoke.

"It's nothing. I'll stop letting it affect my work sir," You muttered before walking back to the group, opening a file as you did so. No one really said anything after that.

Sixteen days. Sixteen long days. You hadn't spoken to her outside of work for sixteen days and it honestly felt like it was killing you slowly. In fact, you barely talked to her at work. You barely spoke to the team at all.

You found yourself stopping your usual weekend bake, when you felt anxious you couldn't find the motivation to bake - decided to just let it fester in the pit of your stomach. If it gave you an ulcer, it gave you an ulcer.

When JJ met and started dating Will, you started to hurt in a way you didn't even think was possible. Each breath felt like it was tearing your lungs apart. It was the last straw, in a way. You had held out for over two weeks, you had ignored how much you wanted a cigarette, you had made your way through five bags easy of sunflower seeds. But nothing was hitting those cravings.

It wasn't JJ's fault by any means. It was just how things were. You had slipped off the mentally well bandwagon and that had led to smoking again. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened to you - and as much as you hated it admit it, it probably wasn't the last, either.

But this time was... different, in a way. You no longer cared that it wasn't good for you. You didn't want to stop. And that meant not letting your team find out. So you'd smoke at night, during breaks, when you went alone on coffee runs, whenever you could without the team realising. It did mean, however, that you always carried gum and mints to make sure they didn't find out. You knew they would eventually, you just really, really didn't want it to be any time soon. If the team had noticed a change in your behaviour, they hadn't said anything. At least to your face anyway.

You met Will a month after JJ told the team about him, when he joined JJ to one of Rossi's family dinner. You were on edge as soon as you got there, wanting nothing more than a cigarette. JJ had given the team a small 'heads up' (not looking at you at all as she did).

"I'm thinking of bringing Will to Rossi's tonight," She said, giving the rest of the team a shy smile. They all smile back, stating how excited they were to meet him. You said nothing, she didn't look at you anyway, so it didn't really seem like she was looking for a response from you.

What did feel like a kick in the gut was actually seeing the two of them together a week later. You had told yourself repeatedly that you weren't going to get involved, but when you saw him on his own, you were approaching.

"Hey, er, (Y/N), right?" You nodded.

"I'll keep this short and sweet," You said and you're speaking before you could process you were speaking.

"Listen, you hurt her, disrespect her, do anything that may even hurt her in the slightest - feelin's or otherwise - I will kill you." You said, stepping closer, "I get it, I ain't her man no more, that's fine. But she's deserves better than you, better than both of us. So you need to treat her like it, you hear me?"

Will stares at you for a moment before he gives a small nod. "Good. Now prove to her that you're worth her time. 'Cause as far as I'm concerned, you ain't."

And with that, you left, fishing in your coat pocket for the cigarettes and lighter. You moved through the garden until you made it to his front yard, you were quick and efficient. When you were finished, you let yourself back in, running it under the cold tap before stuffing it into your back pocket. Only to then realise you had forgotten gum.

Holding back a sigh, you poured yourself a drink, which you shot back and placed the empty glass in the sink. You made sure to walk with confidence back to the rest of the group, ignoring how they all glanced at you in concern.

You knew you smelt of smoke but couldn't find it in yourself to care. A small part of your brain found itself asking if they really cared or if their concern was performative. Sure, Hotch had asked you what was wrong, Morgan had joked about missing your cookies, Spencer had sat next to you on the jet - quietly telling you random facts, and Prentiss would give you small smiles. Garcia would hand you one of her small figurines at the start of each case - that you would return at the end of the case and switch out for a new one when the next one began.

But you knew if it came to it, if it was you or JJ that you didn't stand a chance. And you weren't mad about it, you understood. They had known her longer. It just stung.

At some point during the night, Rossi sighed and sat next to you. "You wanna talk about it?"

"'M fine," You muttered, taking a swig of the beer you don't even remember picking up.

"It doesn't look it." He replied, "And you smell of smoke. Cigarette smoke."

You take another sip of your drink before you turn to Rossi, "Listen, I don't care if you tell Hotch or whatever, fine. But don't tell JJ, okay? She doesn't need to feel like shit 'cause I can't get a hold of myself, a'right?"

Rossi nods, "Okay, kiddo," He said, "I'm here if you need to talk though,"

You give him a small nod. You'd rather just fester with your feelings but you didn't want Rossi to feel bad. He sighed once more, patting your leg gently as he stood.

"And you're staying here tonight. You don't normally drink and you look like you're a lightweight."

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gentlegiantberry · 1 year ago

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Stalkers

Stalker! Idia x stalker!gn! reader

Prompt: Idia and reader stalking eachother, eventually finding out.

Warnings: stalking, light cursing, obsession

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Idia Shroud. Your one and only true love. How did you meet him? Doesn't matter. Are you friends? Well... you could say that. He knows you, you think. Maybe not. Who cares? You love him, that's all that matters.

It's another regular day. Wake up, go to class and then do whatever until tomorrow. Well, that was the original plan until you saw him. Your one and only.

What was he doing there, out in the open? Meeting up with someone? No, he couldn't have. He doesn't like being outside, why is he here? Doesn't matter. You need photos.

Click.

It's a good thing you brought spare film. Taking secret photos for your shrine is a tough job. Idia is just so perfect, how can you not take as many photos as possible? Just look at him. That dark blue hair which reminds you of the starry nights when you stare at his photos, those bright yellow eyes you could get lost in, those blue lips that just look so kissable...

He's perfect in every way, really.

And then he leaves your sight. He's in the Sam's Mystery Shop. That's okay, you can wait. You can wait as long as needed. For him.

Two minutes, three minutes, four, five... what's he doing in there? Avoiding you? No, he couldn't be. He would never.

Ah, there he is. He's carrying a bag in his arms. What's in it, you wonder...

Click.

More. You need more. From every angle possible. He's so perfect. You really do adore him. But why is he in such a hurry? Did he see you? Possibly. You hope not.

You keep taking photos, not even realizing you're following him. Many photos later, you're already in the Ignihyde dorm, watching him enter his room. How sad... But that's fine. You have photos. You can cherish him in the comfort of your own room, where no one will disturb you.

You start to walk back to your dorm, not even knowing your beloved is watching you. Sure, it's just through the security cameras but it's the best he can do. Watching and admiring from the comfort of his room. He's been watching for awhile. Following, not leaving you out of sight. How could he? You're so perfect... I mean, the camera footage shows it right there. All the clips he has saved, all the angles, everything. It's just adorable. Of course he knows you love him, he's seen you taking photos. He knows how much you adore him and yet he can't bring himself to tell you. Why? Not even he knows.

Well, that was until one day, while you were going about your normal routine. You've been taking photos for hours now. This is the longest Idia's ever spent outside, I mean, it's a miracle! Sure, it's out of character for him but whatever helps you get more photos.

He's on a bench, scrolling through his phone. He stood up. Take more photos, he's leaving. Should you follow him? Yes.

Where is he going? Oh, the Mirror Chamber. He's going back to his room, you guess. Or not..? That's the mirror to your dorm! Why is he going there? Does he want to pay you a visit? Shit, what are you supposed to do now?! You can't just run past him!

Idia walks through the hallways of the dorm. God, he's cute even with his hood up... He knocks on the door to your room. No answer. He knocks again. Nothing. He looks around and grabs the door handle. He opens the door and...

Wait, he opens the door?! Did you not lock your room?! Shit, shit, shit! He's in your room, he's gonna know! You have to run after him, you have to explain! He's gonna understand.

"Idia, I can explain!"

You stand at the door way to your room, Idia is right in front of you, staring at all the photos of him that are plastered all over the walls. You just hope he doesn't hate you now.

He turns to you, , giving a slight smile.

"You... like me?"

"I'm obsessed."

"...me too."

It was the happiest day of your life.

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I tried my best. I can't really write stuff like this but it's been on my mind for some time, yk yk.

Rules and preferences of my writing! Please read before requesting!

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #twisted wonderland idia #x reader #twst x reader #idia x y/n #idia x you

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a-mel0n · 9 months ago

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This stupid "Your Name" Bucktommy AU won't leave my brain, and while I don't have enough faith in my writing skills to actually write the damn thing (and it would be my first fanfic... ever?? and that's a project that seems a bit too big for me lmao), I DID write down what I'm picturing some of the "rules" Buck and Tommy have for each other while in the other's body. Mostly just for fun. (Because Tommy would be switching in 2006, the iPhone does not exist yet, so all of his notes are written in an actual physical journal. All of Buck's notes would be on the Notes app of his phone)

TOMMY: 1) Evan, stop running into burning buildings when you don’t have to while in my body. If I wake up in a hospital bed for the fifth time this month, I might actually lose it.

its part of the job to save as many ppl as possible. also u don’t even feel the pain when i get injured in ur body.

You’re right, I don’t. Unfortunately, the pain from having a wooden beam fall on you doesn't just magically go away when we swap. Just... be more careful? Please?

fine. i’ll try and keep ur hospital visits to a minimum.

2) Can you stop flirting with people on calls? Or at the very least give them your number and not mine? In the last week alone my contact list has nearly doubled because you keep giving people my number.

dude its not my fault you’re more popular while i’m you. just think of it as me being ur wingman! how u dont have a girlfriend is beyond me btw. hot chicks love firefighters and ur a good looking dude

Jesus Christ, Evan. For the last time, I’m single by choice.

3) Don’t shower while in my body

already dont

4) Don’t go to the bathroom while in my body

done

5) In fact, unless you’re at work, don’t change any of my clothes while in my body.

fair

6) Do you really need to spend so much of my paychecks on cooking supplies? I have enough pots and pans already.

whats the point of a pantry if its half empty. be thankful ur getting actual food now via my leftovers instead of the utter tragedy that was the state of ur fridge when we first started swapping places.

7) Don’t make a scene while at work.

your boss sucks ass and his stupid orders are going to get people killed. im not gonna listen to him if hes making bad calls while lives are on the line

Evan.

8) Don’t pick up the phone when my dad calls.

got it

BUCK: 1) quit going to eddie’s basketball pickup games. he keeps inviting me while i’m in my own body and its getting harder and harder to come up with excuses as to why i can’t go. it's kinda awkward.

I thought you’d be more grateful, Evan. You’re the coolest guy on the court when I’m you.

2) are you making movie references when ur me? bc chim keeps asking when i got so “cultured” and the other day maddie asked when i watched the princess bride.

You haven’t seen the Princess Bride? I’m leaving you a surprise for tomorrow. Check your couch when you wake up.

did you spend my OWN money on a dvd??? i don’t even own a dvd player. i own every streaming service imaginable.

3) keep the finger guns to a minimum?? idk why you do them so much but both hen and chim have said smth abt it

4) if u get a call from someone called connor or kameron on my phone just let it go to voicemail its personal stuff and i'll deal with it

Evan, you could have told me you agreed to be a sperm donor yourself. Finding out because Connor and Kameron showed up at the fire house was more of a shock than finding out over these memos would have been.

they did what?????

5) don’t talk to my parents

Done.

6) No rule about undressing?

dude idc. i’m not gonna stop you from taking a piss in my body if u need to. as long as you like. don’t have sex with someone while you’re me? oh wait hang on i DO have a rule about undressing

7) DON’T HAVE ANY RANDOM HOOK UPS IN MY BODY.

Wasn’t planning on it, but good to know.

#if anyone DOES actually wanna write this au go ahead #i probably wont myself for reasons stated above #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #911 abc #911

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shiggysimp69 · 2 years ago

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Craving You

Omg I'm writing, again! And it's 3k words this time, which is crazy. Turns out writing without planning is a blessing and a curse because I forgot the plot I thought of at 5am and had to remake it up but it also saves me from over thinking so I write faster. Yay, yay, yay!

Tw: Dubcon, Smut (Tomura has tentacles), Sleep paralysis, Reader has mild body image issues, Mentions binge eating, Mentions reader's bad dad

Plus size/chubby reader is being harassed by monster Tomura.

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A long sigh escaped your lips as you clicked "submit" on your newest assignment. You had been up for hours trying to get it done; your eye bags becoming more and more noticeable everyday. It wasn't like you cared. Your body had always been labeled as undesirable. People would rather look at women with soft, glowing skin with absolutely no imperfections. It did hurt sometimes though, because even girls who had noticeable imperfections still ended up with great partners. You secretly wished that was you.

You looked over at the clock by your bed, 2:22am. It was way past your bedtime. You sighed again before getting up from your desk. Your body creaked reminding you that you could use some exercise. But of course that thought was quickly dismissed, maybe if you had more time. Or rather, more energy.

You sunk into your cheap mattress as your thoughts wandered. What were you gonna eat tomorrow? Would you be able to get enough sleep to work and go to school? You weren't so sure. Without noticing, you dozed off. Drifting into a long slumber.

Moonlight beamed in through your window, hitting your face. It was so bright you thought it was the sun. You opened your eyes and realized, you were no longer in your room. Everything was different, even the placement of your window. It was never by your bed for this very reason. You didn't want the sun in your face. Panic stirred deep inside of you. You tried to sit up but you couldn't move. You tried to speak but nothing came out. You were stuck. Sweat gathered on your face and your mouth ran dry. You were scared and in a panic yet, everything around you was calm. As if it was just a normal night, except for the fact that you were possibly kidnapped in your sleep. That was unsettling. It was like the universe deemed this as "okay," as "just another day" and yet here you were. Clearly not having "just another day."

The moonlight had lit up the room but then suddenly, it went dark. You looked over and there was something blocking the window. No, someone was blocking the window. Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Someone was there and you couldn't move. Your breath hitched in your throat as they leaned into your face. Pearly white hair glowed in the moonlight capturing your gaze. It was long and snaked over their shoulders and face. They just stood there, watching you. What did they want? Did they bring you here? Were they going to hurt you? You had so many questions swarming around in your head like a jar of bees, just waiting to be let out. To be set free. But they never were.

The stranger standing over you started heaving. Their voice sounded strained and raspy. You didn't know what they were getting so worked up about until you felt something slimy touch your foot. It slowly wiggled along the bottom before sliding up your leg. Your heart started pounding as it made its way into your shorts and then, your panties. You could feel it rub along your folds, grazing your clit each time. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to ignore the feeling between your legs.

"So pretty…"

You didn't wanna acknowledge them.

"I wonder how you'll react if I go in."

You wanted this to all go away.

"Hey, why won't you look at me?"

You wanted to die.

"Look at me."

You woke up in a cold sweat, chest heaving, eyes watering. You couldn't get yourself to calm down. You ripped the covers off and rushed out of bed. No slimy tentacles. You turned around. No window. You laughed, you couldn't help it. The relief was too strong for your body. It was a dream. A fucking dream. You put your head in your hands as your body slowly relaxed. You were so tired you felt like you would collapse. A sudden ringing in your ears brought you back to reality. It was your alarm. You sighed, then went to turn it off. You wondered if a nightmare would count as an excused absence as you headed to the bathroom. Probably not.

The vending machine clunked as your drink was pushed to the bottom. You pulled it out and opened it with a pop. You were taking a break between classes to clear your head. The only thing you could think about all day was the dream you had last night. At the time, you wanted to die. You were absolutely certain that death would be better than what you were experiencing. Had you ever felt like that before? Even in your darkest moment; did you feel as though death was the only way out? You couldn't tell. Soft buzzing interrupted your thoughts. You took a sip of your drink before pulling your phone out of your pocket.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon dear. How are you feeling?"

It was your grandma. You liked to hear from her every now and again. However, she wasn't content with that, opting to call you everyday. You didn't mind most of the time but she had a habit of calling when you were busy. Which was annoying.

"Hey ma. I'm okay, just getting something to drink."

"I hope it's not one of those sugary drinks. Your father has been complaining about your weight more and more recently."

You rolled your eyes.

"Personally, I think he's overreacting. He should know it's hard not to eat a lot when it tastes so good." She whispered with a chuckle. A smile crossed your face. Your father had always complained about your weight. It was like he cared about nothing else in life. You could be bleeding out and he'd say it's because you're overweight. That if you were healthier, this wouldn't be a problem. Your grandma was the exact opposite though. She cared but not nearly as much. And she was the one you confided in when you started to binge eat.

"I'm glad at least someone gets it."

"Oh, will you come and visit me during your spring break? I'll save a little extra money and bake your favorite cake. Don't worry, I won't tell your father."

You could imagine her placing a boney finger over her mouth. Your grandma was the definition of sweet. She was one of those grandparents that'd spoil their grandchildren. Feed them, bathe them, hell she'd give up her own home for you. She never argued or made a fuss. It worried you sometimes. You hoped that in her old age she wasn't secretly being mistreated and not saying anything. That's why you promised you'd never put her in a retirement home. The possibility of it weighing on your mind like a bus.

"Okay ma. I'll try."

"Thank goodness. I'm glad I have such a kind grandchild. My own son can barely take me to my appointments."

She clicked her teeth.

"Okay dear. I won't keep you. Study hard and don't come back until you graduate!"

"So, miss the cake?"

She laughed.

"Of course, stop by for the cake!"

You both started laughing then. You didn't know what you'd do without her. Her optimism was exactly what you needed on days like this.

"I'll talk to you later, ma."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you."

The call ended with a click and you were alone again. You placed your phone back in your pocket then looked up at the sky, thinking.

"He's worried about my weight, huh… Well, maybe I wouldn't be so big if that wasn't the only thing he worried about."

You took a sip of your drink then turned on your heels. Maybe you'd get something to eat too. Soft ringing could be heard from your phone again. You sighed, your grandma did this sometimes. Call for one thing, then call back for another. You pulled your phone out and answered.

"Hello?"

There was nothing.

"Hellooo? Ma, I know it's you."

Still nothing. You pulled the phone away from your ear and checked the screen. "Ma." She was definitely the one who called.

"Ma, this isn't funny-"

"Beautiful…"

Your hand clenched around your phone. It was the same raspy voice from your dream.

"Can almost feel you from here."

They chuckled.

"Can you feel me?"

Something wet touched your ear and you threw your phone. You could hear them laughing on the other side. You felt sick to your stomach. The sound of static covered their laughter as you started to hear your grandma's voice.

"Dearie, are you there!?"

"M-Ma?"

The laughing stopped and so did the static. Your breath was caught in your throat as you reached down to pick up your now cracked phone.

"H… Hello?"

"Thank goodness! I thought something had happened to you."

Technically something did happen to you. But how could you tell her that the same person from your dream somehow contacted you using her phone number? You'd sound crazy.

"No. No, I'm fine. What's the matter?"

"Are you sure? You do know you can talk to me?"

You gulped.

"Yeah. I know." You replied, your voice shaking.

"I'm fine. Really."

Your grandma paused for a minute.

"Okay. Whenever you feel like talking about it, I'm here."

"Mhm."

A weak smile grazed your lips. You were acting as if she was there. Smiling so that she'd think everything was fine. Or was it so you'd think that?

Turns out, you were right. Your grandma needed help with something small and that was all she called for. When you hung up for the second time, you stared at your phone. You should've been thinking about all the new cracks on your screen. How you were gonna get them fixed. Or if you needed a new one entirely. But the only thing you could think about was, how did they touch you? How in the world did they reach through your phone and touch you? Is that even humanly possible? Or did you just imagine it all? No. You clearly felt it. You not only felt it but heard it. You had heard that same exact gravelly voice from before. You weren't crazy. But you sure as hell felt like it.

You emailed your professor explaining that you wouldn't be showing up today because of an illness. You told your boss the same thing. They both let it slide. "You were thankful" would've been an understatement. It's true that you weren't physically sick but you were definitely mentally sick. You just wanted to go home and forget all about today. But you knew it wouldn't be that easy.

As you made your way to your apartment, you spotted a familiar face. It was Ash. The last person you wanted to see right now. He was your coworker and you shamelessly and very obviously had a crush on him. But after that defiling dream you had, it was hard to look at him. Mainly because you wanted him to touch you like that, not some weird tentacle.

"A-Ash?"

He turned to face you then smiled. It made your heart flutter.

"For someone who's sick you seem to be gettin' around just fine."

Your breath hitched as you remembered the reason why you called off in the first place. He quickly noticed your discomfort.

"Hey, I was only joking. What happened? Lady cramps or somethin'?"

He walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He did that often. Ash was always so predictable; you loved that about him.

"I… I can't tell you." You replied, looking down at your feet. His face hardened.

"You can't tell me or you don't wanna tell me?"

"I can't."

Ash's grip tightened on your shoulder.

"It was your dad wasn't it? I'll kill him if he did anything-"

"No! It wasn't him."

You knew telling him might not have been the best idea. Ash had major anger issues. And he probably wouldn't take this lightly. You looked back up at him and forced a smile.

"Just forget I said anything. I don't want to bother you."

He didn't like that at all. His brows furrowing in frustration. You wanted to tell him but you were worried. If you told him, would he believe you? Would he think you're crazy? Would this ruin your chances of dating him? But maybe you could get some actual peace of mind from telling him. Maybe, he could even help. You didn't know what to choose.

"Let's go inside."

You looked at him, confused.

"Maybe if you're relaxed you'll tell me." Ash said, grabbing your hand and leading you to your door. You didn't protest, unlocking it and walking inside. It would be better to have this conversation indoors anyway. If you were even gonna have it, that is.

Ash took a seat on your couch and you went to change into something more comfortable. When you sat down next to him, things got awkward. You didn't wanna talk about what happened anymore and just wanted to relax but Ash clearly wasn't having it.

"So. Do you want something to drink?"

"Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"

You bit your lip.

"I want you to be there for me. I just had a rough day and I don't wanna talk about it. I just- I want you to be my friend right now. Not my bodyguard."

He was quiet for some time. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but after a while he seemed to calm down.

"Alight'."

"Thank you, Ash."

You two sat in silence for a minute before he spoke.

"You looked nice today."

Your face flushed. You forgot that Ash never really sees you outside of your work clothes.

"Th-Thank you."

The awkward tension returned immediately afterward. The only difference being the wetness forming between your legs.

"You look nice too…" You said, fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

"What's gotcha so nervous?"

The hair on your neck stood up at that question. How could you answer that?

"Nothing! It's just been a while since I've had friends over."

"Mhm."

He wasn't buying it. Suddenly, he leaned in closer to you.

"Or, is there something you're not tellin' me?"

You let out a shaky breath. You couldn't handle how close he was to you. The smell of cinders filled your senses. It was ironic that he smelled like ashes to match his name. You wondered if he did that on purpose. Ash looked down at your plush thighs. You were clearly rubbing your legs together. He chuckled. You didn't notice at first but it felt like you were being watched. Not by Ash but by something else. The feeling was so strong it stopped you in your tracks.

"What's wrong?"

"H-Huh? It's nothing."

Ash didn't question it, instead closing his eyes expectantly. You leaned in but the feeling didn't go away. It only got worse. It was like daggers were being pushed into your skin. You couldn't take it anymore and pulled away.

"I'm sorry."

Ash didn't seem disappointed, he didn't seem to react at all actually. You looked down and fumbled with your shirt again.

"It's alight'."

It was silent again. But this time it was like the tension had reached out and grabbed you by the throat.

"Umm. Maybe we could do something different?"

He didn't respond. You looked up and he was gone.

"A-Ash?"

You didn't hear him get up. Where did he go?

"Naughty girl…"

Your blood ran cold. It was them, that same voice. Something wet touched your toes and you yelped then pulled away. They didn't stop though, the tentacles wrapping around your ankles and snaking up your legs.

"What the hell!?"

You could hear them click their tongue in disapproval. Your back was pressed against the couch and they draped their arms over your shoulders. You tensed up under their touch.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt him." They whispered in your ear.

"Yet."

You felt tears form in the corners of your eyes. Two more tentacles wrapped around your wrists pinning them together. The ones around your legs did the same.

"I'm just curious as to what you think you're doing just giving your body to other people?"

Another tentacle wiggled into your shorts and rubbed your clothed pussy.

"Look at you. All worked up over him."

They paused.

"How disgusting."

The tentacle ripped your panties to shreds and started rubbing up and down along your folds. You tried to pull away but you just kept hitting the back of your couch.

"P-Please! Please don't!"

They moved from behind you to stand in front of your face. Your brain couldn't comprehend what they were. It was a man. But something was off about him that you couldn't explain. Maybe it was his long locks of matted white hair or his thin yet muscular appearance? No, it was definitely the uncanny feeling his face gave you. With the whites of his eyes completely black and scars and wrinkles all over. Crimson eyes pierced your soul as he stared down at you.

"Please don't what? Don't touch what's mine? I don't think you quite understand what's going on here."

He grabbed you by your chin and leaned into your face. You could feel his breath fan across your features.

"How should I put this? I own you. So I don't like when people touch what I own. And you wanna know what I also don't like?"

You whimpered in response, pulling away.

"I don't like when you reject me. When you would rather let that little boy who doesn't even care about you have his way with you."

Your mind was reeling. What was he talking about? How could this man you didn't even know like you? Not only like you but assume that Ash, your best friend, didn't care about you. What did he know? What even was he?

"I-I don't understand."

Tears streamed down your face as thousands of thoughts and questions overwhelmed you. Suddenly, something rough pressed against your lips and you realized he kissed you. It was tender at first but he quickly dominated you and stuck his tongue down your throat. You almost choked on it. It was thick and too long for an average tongue. He started fucking you with it. The feeling was unimaginable and you, enjoyed it? It was embarrassing to admit and awful to think about but halfway through, you started rubbing your legs together. And he seemed to notice because he sped up. Thoroughly fucking you out. When he pulled away you felt empty and cold. Without much thought, you whined at his absence and he smiled in response.

"Do you understand now?"

He licked a long stroke up the side of your face.

"I'm the only one who can please you."

The tentacle working your pussy seemed to have gotten bored and started rubbing circles around your clit instead. Soft moans escaped your lips with each movement.

"B-But how do you even like someone like me!?"

The man paused for a bit. He seemed surprised by your question, which made sense because you also didn't know where that came from. But all of a sudden emotions were just spilling out of you.

"My own father th-thinks I'm hideous. Ash was one of my only friends. I-I loved him because he didn't care about what I looked like. And now he's gone."

More tears fell from your eyes as you admitted this out loud.

"You were in my dreams, my phone, a-and for what? All that for a fat girl that nobody even thinks of dating!"

Your stomach churned as the feeling of pleasure and misery mixed together like you had consumed something rotten.

You could feel his eyes on you, judging you. Of course he was, just like your father.

"What's wrong with you being fat?"

Your eyes widened at his question.

"Wha-"

You were cut off by his sudden touch. He grabbed your waist and squished your love handles, playing with them.

"You're so soft and squishy."

His hands slid up to your chest as he groped there too.

"I mean, look at me. I'm the exact opposite of you. Isn't that exciting?"

He pinched you and you whimpered.

"I'm rough and slim and you're buttery and thick. My hands just sink into you."

He let out a sigh.

"It's exhilarating."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Nobody had ever told you that before. Your grandma was always okay with your weight but you didn't realize until now that being okay with you is different than liking you. Was Ash also just "okay" with you? Something welded up inside of you at that realization. You wanted to be praised more. You wanted to be loved more than anything. Loved by him.

"Besides, you're more than just your looks, right?"

You smiled. Your grandma used to tell you that but most of the time people just wanna hear they're pretty every once in a while. But from him, it felt nice. Your arousal had been lost in a sea of different feelings and emotions, now seemingly canceling each other out. Everything felt calmer now.

"Umm, what's your name?"

He pressed his face against your chest.

"Tomura."

"Tomura. That's a pretty name."

He froze for a bit. Even his tentacles loosened around you. He spoke but his words were muffled and low.

"What?" You asked and he lifted his head.

"Doesn't matter."

The tentacle that now rested against your pussy started moving again.

"Was that your way of coming around? Because I'm not done with you yet."

His long tongue snaked out from between his lips. It was a deep indigo color that mirrored the tentacles. He was so enticing.

"Will you… Be nice to me?"

Tomura smiled. There was something sinister underneath but it still captivated you.

"The nicest."

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Writing requests are open!

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arcadia-of-pluto · 3 months ago

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I swear I'm gonna drop Divisa tomorrow 😤😤 i got way too distracted with a new fic idea. I'm still working on it, but I'm planning on posting Divisa's next chapter tomorrow and then working on my new fic for whatever time I've got!

It's another Caleb one (which I'm sorry for since I have so many one-shots for each love interest that I haven't finished/started on yet 😭). But this new Caleb one should be fun.

It's going to have 4 Acts, each with however many chapters I plan on doing. I got inspired by seeing some angsty art of Caleb and mc as children being experimented on, and that really had the gears in my head turning. So, I decided to try my hand at writing what happened in their past with the Gaia Institute and Ever, their life as young adults with Josephine, the grief of losing Caleb, reuniting with him, and possibly end it with Ever being taken down.

There will definitely be mature themes ofc with them as young adults, going through horny shenanigans and being like "no we shouldn't do this". There will be dark themes, especially since the Gaia Researchers did a vote on if they wanted to kill a CHILD again for "science".

I can't share much else since I don't even know what'll happen, but I can share the titles for all 4 acts! 💜 (below the cut)

Act 1; "The Subject and The Donor"

This is because Mc was formerly known as "Subject 001" and Caleb was "Donor 002".

Act 2; "The Yin and The Yang"

This is because yin represents feminine energy, negativity, the night, the moon, coldness, intuition, and death while yang represents masculine energy, positivity, the day, the sun, warmth, logical thinking, and birth.

Act 3; "The Hunter and The Coronel"

This one is self explanatory!

Act 4; "The Dove and The Hawk"

This is because a dove-like personality is described as "empathetic, supportive, and peaceful". They are good listeners, diplomatic, are good team players, and gentle. While a hawk-like personality is "strong-willed, competitive, loyal, and intensely aware". They are agile, supportive of force. They are not afraid to display aggression. Hawks can also be seen as protectors and courageous.

That's the acts! I'm unsure of just how many chapters they'll be or how long 🤔 I'll just wing it. I do need a title for it as a collective so maybe I'll brainstorm that as well! I will be changing some of the story, like main bits as in reincarnation and etc since I already have enough going on with "Twist of Fate". I'll probably have the other love interests not be as romantically interested in the mc, or maybe they will but she'll never see them as a romantic partner 🤔 still trying to figure things out as I go tbh! But anyway, i hope you guys are excited for it 🥺 and i can't wait to get started on it.

(I won't add too many tags, but I'll at least add a few)

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #l&ds #lads fic #love and deepspace fic #lnds fic #l&ds fic #love and deepspace x reader #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #l&ds caleb

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samuelroukin · 3 months ago

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[insert long passionate rant about how fanfiction is literally the most pure form of contemporary literature because it's not a product made for consumption and it doesn't go through extensive filtering to make it as consumable as possible and it's not made out of any demand other than the author's wish (as opposed to because they have to make a living out of it)]

[insert long passionate rant invalidating your argument that it's easier for fanfiction authors because you've already got beloved characters and a setting to work with by pointing out I knew nothing about the cod boys before I got here and your stories got me hooked regardless]

[insert long passionate rant about how when you're working with AU's and OC's like you've been doing lately that previously mentioned argument is once again nullified because you yourself created that setting and those characters and we all still care so much about them even though they're in no video games whatsoever]

[insert long passionate rant about that thing you mentioned that horny is also a feeling and stressing really hard that pornographic art takes a lot of skill and knowledge to master just like art centered around any other theme and pretending otherwise doesn't do anyone any favours. this rant gets severely political at the end]

[insert long passionate rant tearing down your deflection bc you don't consider yourself an artist, let alone a skilled and knowledgeable one, and you're wrong about it. and one of these days I'll you agree with me. with enough of these nice anon asks we'll get there. or in the words of the wise kay starr. betcha i getcha]

[insert long passionate rant about how saying that to you specifically of all authors is absolutely bonkers because you do write with more rigour and seriety than many many "serious" authors out there, literally all day every single day as if it was nothing]

aight thats most of what I have to say, come back tomorrow for more!

i'm not even gonna counter the points about me specifically (too nice to me!!) bc i agree with the others 🙏

#anon #asks

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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Hello! Would it be possible to get some rockstar!joel and actrees!reader proposal/wedding stuff? Absolutely in loveee with the story!!

Yesssss!! I’m so excited to write this!! Thank you for the request 🫶

I Want To Marry You

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Author’s note: Dedicated to everyone who ever loved me enough to try again. Let’s get coffee sometime.

Summary: Joel asks you The Question [3.3k]

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, family fluff, things coming full circle, oh god I love them

Joel's been acting weird the past few days. You're not in a fight. You're between projects right now, and he's always plunking music in the home studio. Everybody's healthy and happy. You can't pinpoint exactly why he's being jumpy or disappearing into the garage to take phone calls, but you trust him to tell you if something's happening. Still, it throws you off.

When you tell Carolina about it, she reassures you it's probably nothing. "Maybe he's going to surprise you with a romantic getaway or something like that." She suggests, and you laugh as you fiddle with Daisy's collar. She also seemed to sense the shift in the house because she's gotten especially clingy recently.

"You have kids. You know how hard it is to get away." You say, shaking your head.

"Yeah, but my kids are seven and three. Not seventeen and twenty-one."

"Still! Ellie's in school, and even though Sarah has her own apartment now, I don't like going super far in case she needs one of us. That's why we stagger our schedules like we do."

"Did your mom worry about you this much when you were twenty-one?" She asks. You laugh because she knows the answer. She knew what you were like in your early twenties, and somebody definitely should've been worrying about you.

"My mom didn't even know what borough I lived in at twenty-one." You say. "It's not a bad thing to want to be close. Do you remember when I dropped a plate and cut my foot open on the broken glass and had to take a cab to the hospital?"

"God, don't remind me." She shudders. Carolina had come home to find your tiny apartment in Hell's Kitchen empty and covered in blood. For exactly twenty seconds, she believed you'd be axe-murdered and dragged away by the killer until you called her and told her what happened, resulting in a ten-minute-long conversation about how many people in Manhattan realistically own axes.

"All I'm saying is I don't want Sarah to be bleeding out in the back of a stranger's car if Joel or I can be there instead."

"You worry too much." She says. "But, then again, all the best moms do."

"Not their mom." You say quickly as if she’d thrown you a ticking bomb and you’re trying to pass it right back to her.

"Yeah, but you're the closest thing they have to one."

"That's true, but I don't want to put that kind of pressure on the girls. They shouldn't have to call me anything they don't want to, and I'm not going to replace their moms."

"Of course not, honey, and nobody would accuse you of doing that, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't love those girls like they're your own."

"I know." You sigh. "I just worry."

"I know you do." She says. Carolina has been there for all your worrying over the years. Worrying about how you were gonna pay rent, when your next job would come in, and whatever stupid boy you were seeing at the moment. She knows how to calm you down and take your mind off things. "Why don't you get out of the little worry hole you've dug yourself into and come with me and the girls to get our nails done? It'll be fun, and you'll get to hang out with your goddaughters."

"When?"

"Tomorrow?" She says, and you mentally flip through your calendar.

"I think I can do tomorrow. Send me a time and place, and I'll be there." You say as the front door opens and closes. You furrow your brows and walk to the top of the stairs to see what's happening. A smiley face greets you with a wave, and you hurriedly hang up on Carolina.

"Sarah! What are you doing here, bug?" You ask as you rush down the stairs to hug her. Joel beams as he watches you embrace her for several long seconds, not pulling away until she does.

"Just missed y'all." She mumbles into your shoulder, and you kiss her temple. She's twenty minutes up the road, but it feels like a lifetime away.

"Sarah!" Ellie yells and joins in on your hug without hesitation. The three of you dissolve into a fit of giggles, and Joel just stands there, watching the madness unfold. Joel has never been good at hiding his emotions, and you've always been good at reading him like a book. The look he gives you and the girls is full of love and pride and something deeper, something more meaningful. You raise an arm to pull him into the group hug, and he pretends to be annoyed, but he snuggles in with the three of you, kissing each of your foreheads.

You spend the night making dinner and chocolate chip cookies with the girls and Joel (and Daisy ever so graciously cleaning up the remnants of a food fight Joel started) before curling up on the couch with them and watching a movie. It's just like every other time you've sat and watched whatever movie the girls have been dying to see, but as you rest against Joel's chest, something pricks in your brain. This feels different. He feels different. His hands run a nervous course from your shoulder to your wrist, and his head occasionally dips to kiss at the juncture of your neck. It's like he can't sit still.

"You okay?" You whisper, glancing at him. He gives you a confused look but nods anyway.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. I'm probably just anxious for no reason." You shrug. He pulls you close and kisses your temple, keeping you close as the movie continues. At the end of the night, Joel carries both the girls to bed even though he's forty-three and could've let them sleep on the couch. You didn't tell him this, of course, because who are you to pull him back from Dad Mode? So, you cautiously walk in front of him, kicking stray clothes or backpacks out of the way so he doesn't trip. Once Sarah and Ellie are safely tucked into bed, Joel scoops you up by your waist and throws you over his shoulder to carry you into your shared bedroom.

You laugh the whole way in, and when he plops you down on the bed, you wrap your legs around his waist and keep him close. Your fingers reach up to tug the necklace out from under his shirt collar and play with the pendant as he stares at you.

"What're you thinking about?" You ask.

"Thinking bout us." He says, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh, do tell."

"We've been together a long time."

"Sick of me already?" You ask, making him laugh, but he shakes his head and kisses you, traces of chocolate and cinnamon lingering on his lips.

"Never." He says. "I was just thinkin' bout it." Technically, it's true. You guys have been together for a while. This year, it'll almost be four years since you walked into that office in Beverly Hills and met him. You remember thinking you would finish out the contract and never see him again. Little did you know Joel Miller would become the man making you dinner most nights and carrying you off to bed. Or that he'd throw you the best thirtieth birthday party in the history of birthday parties. Or that you'd move in with him and his daughters. Or that you'd love him more than you've ever loved anyone.

"It's weird to think I went so long without knowing you." You mumble, your hold on him tightening like you're scared he'll fade away if you don't cling to him. He rests his forehead against yours, sensing your anxiety spiking, and you're overwhelmed by him. Your legs are still locked around his waist, and your chests are touching, the points of contact sending little butterflies fluttering through your veins. You can't see, taste, feel, or smell anything that isn't Joel.

"'M not goin' anywhere." He says, and you nod. "Ever."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Miller." You joke, trying to ease your brain out of your spiraling and lighten the air between you two. He laughs, and the room brightens as he does.

"Do your worst, darlin'."

When you wake up the next morning, Joel isn't there. You reach for him and find a piece of paper on his cold pillow. How long has he been gone? How the fuck did you sleep through him rolling out of your arms? You squint in the early morning sun as you read the note.

You sigh and grumble into your pillow. What kind of psychopath runs errands at nine in the morning? The kind of psychopath you love, that's who. You lay in the too-big bed for a few more minutes before finally getting up and checking your phone. Carolina has texted you with the address of a nail salon and told you to meet her at eleven, but other than that, your phone is radio silent. Not that you're complaining, but normally you're bombarded with notifications from when you wake up to when you go to bed. It's nice, if not a little unnerving, to not have five million people to respond to the first thing in the morning.

When you walk downstairs, you expect to see Sarah and Ellie sitting at the table and eating, but no one's there. You call for the girls, but the only person who responds is Daisy, who dances in front of you. You crouch down to pet her and give her good morning kisses. "Just us today, huh?" You ask, a little sad, but nobody is more excited about one-on-one time quite like Daisy Mae. You give Daisy breakfast before letting her run around the backyard and making yourself something to eat.

You scroll aimlessly through your phone until it's time to leave and meet Carolina and the girls at the nail salon. Elizabeth and Victoria launch themselves at you the second they catch sight of you, and you spend the better half of your appointment with a child on your lap and listening to the latest drama from Elizabeth's first-grade classroom. You have the girls help pick out what color to paint your nails, and they each land on a pretty ballet slipper pink. "Good taste, guys," you praise as you show the nail technician what color you want. "Just like your mama, huh?"

"I mean, I wasn't gonna say it," Carolina says, and you laugh. Caro, like usual, is right about needing to take some time for yourself to stop worrying. You can actually relax in the big, plush chairs and talk to the girls like nothing could be more important than what they had for breakfast. Carolina hugs you tighter than normal at the end of your appointment and says she'll see you later before ushering the girls into their car seats. You barely have time to react before she's driving away like nothing happened.

Did you make plans with her and forget about them? It's happened before, so you wouldn't be overly surprised if it happened again. But if that's the case, why didn't she say anything? You shake your head as if it'll shake out all your racing thoughts and get in your car to drive home. When you pull into the driveway, everyone's cars are back where they belong, and you selfishly get really excited about seeing them. Except, the exact second you step through the door, Joel is putting Daisy's harness on her and has his running shoes on.

"Where are you going?" You ask, your mood dropping at seeing him ready to leave again. He looks up and smiles despite the pout on your lips.

"There you are! We were waiting on you so we could take Daisy for a walk." He says, breathless as he wrestles with your pitbull. You look past Joel and see Sarah and Ellie standing there with shoes and sunglasses on.

"We really need four people for a dog walk?"

"I wanted to show the girls the new route along the beach we found." He says. "Is that okay?" You nod.

"We just might look crazy, but, of course! Let me change my shoes!" You call as you take the stairs two at a time to get up to your bedroom. You decide to wear the pink tennis shoes to match your cute pink nails before ambling back downstairs and walking out the door. When you first rescued Daisy, she didn't let anyone but you hold her leash. However, after years spent with Joel and the girls, she can be walked by just about anyone as long as you're there. She's as much of your comfort dog as you are her comfort person.

Taking your hand in his, Joel walks Daisy with the other and swings your hands through the air as Sarah and Ellie walk behind you. It's a little silly, but you'll take all the affection after waking up without anyone else in the house. Slowly, the five of you make your way toward the sound of the crashing waves and the smell of salt in the air. The cliffs hang ominously above the empty beach and boardwalks, but you love it. You once told Joel when you walk out this far, it feels like you're the only person around. Something about being near the water makes you feel even better. A pop of color near the sidewalk catches your attention, and you break off from your little ragtag group to see what it is.

"Joel, come look at this." You say, leaning over the rope to look down at the wildflowers dancing on the cliffside. It's gorgeous, and the wind perfectly balances the blistering hot day, but he doesn't immediately appear at your side like he normally would. You furrow your brows and turn to see him down on one knee with a ring in his hand. Your breath catches in your throat, and you immediately cover your mouth with your hand. Joel smiles with watery eyes as he reaches for the other and pulls you close to him.

"Did you know about this?" You look past Joel to see Ellie and Sarah standing there, Daisy's leash wrapped around Ellie's wrist as Sarah records on her phone, and they laugh. Their smiles and teary eyes are all the confirmation you need, and you look back down at Joel. "Is this why you've been acting so weird?" You ask, and he laughs.

"Yeah, this is why I've been actin' so weird," he says. His Adam's apple bobs as he says your name and your legs shake under you. "I love you, and I fall more in love with you every single day. There's not a single moment I've spent with you where I've not wondered what the fuck you see in me." He's crying now, but you can't stop the laughter from bubbling out from your chest. He squeezes your hand and takes a deep breath before continuing. "And you don't just love me, but you love my girls. You make them feel safe and cared for. You've given them somethin' I've been tryin' and failin' to give them for years, and I will spend the rest of my days tryna repay you for that."

"Will you marry me?" He finally asks, and you sniffle. Tears stain everyone's face, and even Daisy is crying next to Ellie, and you'd laugh if you could see past the tears in your eyes. You nod and drop to your knees with Joel.

"Yes." You say as you grab his face and kiss him. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course, I'll marry you." You repeat over and over again as his arms lock around your waist. Sarah and Ellie cheer, suddenly no longer annoyed at your PDA, and you smile against Joel's lips. He adjusts his hold on you to give you a good look at the ring for the first time, and all your breath leaves you in a huff. It's gorgeous. A simple oval-shaped diamond on a gold band with an engraving on the inside.

"What does this say?" You ask, and he smiles as he holds it so you can read it. You immediately start crying when you read and realize what it means. He wrote inside your engagement ring, "And one day, we'll get coffee & try again." You said it to him before you left for Ireland when your heart was broken, and you didn't know the future could ever be this soft. He slips it onto your left ring finger and gathers you in his arms, both of you still on the ground and crying like crazy people. You don't care. You hold him so tight you almost miss him whispering into your skin.

"Thank you for trying again with me." He says. Ellie, Sarah, and Daisy join in on your crying in the middle of the sidewalk huddle, and you're completely surrounded by love. After a few minutes, you calm down enough to stand and kiss Joel again, making people cheer from the beach below. When you look over the rope, down to where the wildflowers are, you can see a group of your favorite people on the beach. They must've been hidden until Joel could propose, and now they're all making their joy well known with hoots and hollers.

Joel holds your hand as the girls lead the way down to the beach, where there's a makeshift bar and picnic set up with a giant banner reading "CONGRATULATIONS" with a little ring in the middle. "This is what the errands were this morning," Joel tells you quietly, and you smile.

"You're pretty good at keeping secrets, Miller."

"Not really. Everyone here knew I was proposing before you did," he says, and you laugh. "Besides, I'd watch it with the Miller thing considering you're becomin' one."

"I guess that's true." You sigh happily as Ryan ambushes you, picking you up in his arms and spinning you around. You squeal until he puts you back down and immediately demands to see your ring. Carolina comes up behind him as you show him, her eyes popping out of her head at the sight.

"Damn, Joel!" She exclaims, and Joel laughs.

"Only the best for my bride." He says. My bride. It rings in your head like a bell, echoing through your mind like gospel. You look around at the faces of everyone you've ever loved. Your manager, Sierra, and her partner, Bianca, are talking with Lili and Peter. Sarah and Ellie are running up and down the beach with Daisy, Elizabeth, and Victoria, struggling to keep up. Hank and Lucia patiently wait their turn at the bar next to Tommy and Maria. Your beauty team, Alexa and Jenna, laugh together as they talk to a handful of other costars they've also worked with. The beach is crawling with family, both of origin and found, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

As you make your rounds with Joel on your arm, showing off your ring and trying not to cry as people tell you how happy they are for you, you wish you could show your past self this moment. The girl who packed up all her shit and moved across the world after breaking up with the love of her life. The girl who spent countless nights crying herself to sleep and going to therapy and trying to create a better life for herself. The girl who almost backed out of a coffee date three years ago because she was so scared the man on the other side of the table wouldn't like what he found. You wish she could see this and know she did the right thing. You wish she knew things ended up okay. You wish she knew she got to try again, and it changed her entire life. Wherever she is, you hope she knows she did good.

"What're you thinkin' bout?" Joel whispers in your ear as he hands you a glass of champagne. You smile and shake your head.

"Just… someone I used to know."

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