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dpr-moni · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Namjoon x reader (afab)

Genre: a little pwp but a little established something, friends-to-lovers

Summary: Namjoon accidentally sends a text intended for you to your roommate.

Word count: 3.2k

Content: sexting, shower sex, oral (f receiving)

A/N: for @rpwprpwprpwprw for asking if i have more namjoon (and making me realise that, outside of A Fine Line, I have precious little 😭) this is a repost that has been a little edited and re-titled

Coming Clean

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Yeji repeated over and over as she barged into your room and sat herself on your bed. “Why is Namjoon texting me this?!”

She thrust her phone into your face and you tried to control your expression as you read.

Namjoon: I think I'm going to need a cold shower...

Namjoon: unless you want to join me...

Ok, you thought, could be worse. Wasn't that bad at all, really. Maybe. A bit suggestive, certainly random, but he had some plausible deniability--

Unfortunately, the text was only part of it. Yeji scrolled and your jaw dropped as your eyes lit on a photo that left almost nothing to the imagination. He wasn’t fully naked, but as near as dammit. You could’ve seen his erection from space. The colour drained from your face. You spluttered, choked, didn’t know what to say. And then another message came through.

Namjoon: FUCK

And in a second, both previous bubbles disappeared, replaced by ‘This message was deleted’.

Namjoon: I know you saw that... I can see you read them...

Namjoon: I’m SO sorry

Namjoon: Obviously they weren’t meant for you, Yeji

Namjoon: PLEASE forget you ever saw them

Namjoon: PLEASE

Namjoon: PLEASE PLEASE

Namjoon: I’m so so so so sorry

“Wow,” was all you could choke out.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Yeji screamed, so close to you that you thought your eardrum might burst. “WHO IS HE SEXTING?!”

The answer was you. Or rather, he was supposed to be sexting you and not Yeji. He had been sexting you recently. Doing a lot more than that, too. You just hadn’t told anyone yet.

It was an accident, really. Neither of you meant it to happen. It just did. There was nothing ground-breaking about it. Same old story: you drink too much and get a little handsy with each other because you’ve secretly kind of always liked each other; then you get more than a little handsy and then you do it again and again and, suddenly, it’s A Thing. A thing you decide not to tell everyone else about. Not exactly Austen or Shakespeare but good enough for you.

You sat on your phone as it began to buzz, hoping to hide its sudden, coincidental flurry of activity. You didn’t need to check it to know that it was Namjoon. You didn’t know why he was calling; you and Yeji lived together: of course she was going to run straight to you with this. Of course you wouldn’t be able to answer.

“I don’t know,” you answered Yeji. “It might just be some person from an app.”

She looked at you sharply.

“Why are you not also screaming?! Did you not SEE what I saw?! Are you MAD?!”

“I saw it! I saw it! But... I don’t know, he’s a grown man; he can sext who he likes.”

“Not without telling us! Ugh, the gossip! He’s depriving us! Besides, wow, who knew he was packing like that?”

You nudged her with a grin, trying to play it cool, frantically kicking your legs underwater to smooth this over.

“Let the man have a couple of secrets, eh? What's the harm? He’ll tell us when he wants to. And I think he probably doesn’t want you to know he’s packing like that. Doesn’t want me to know either,” you added hastily. “He would probably prefer that neither of us had seen that. You shouldn’t have shown me that! He’ll be embarrassed. Just let him have his secrets and his privacy, at least for today.”

“But I want him to tell me NOW! I’m going to reply to him. The interrogation is starting. I will keep you updated, if you even care.”

She was already standing and wandering back out of your bedroom.

“Sure you don’t want to interrogate him with me?” she asked, though she kept walking, knowing you would refuse.

“I’m sure; I’ve got some stuff to work on.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll fill you in later.”

She shut your door as she left and you whipped out your phone.

Namjoon: oh god i’ve done something bad

Namjoon: like really bad

Namjoon: I was trying to text you—I was supposed to send it to YOU

Namjoon: I accidentally sent a photo of my dick to Yeji

Namjoon: she definitely saw it

Namjoon: I don’t know how I get out of this. What do I say? I can’t tell her it was meant to go to you!

Namjoon: Help me

You laughed and pressed dial, hoping Yeji was focused enough on her mission to pay no heed to the sound of your voice in the next room.

“Hey.” He sounded a little breathless, his breathing a little heavy down the phone.

“Yeah, so Yeji just left my bedroom actually. She showed me what you sent.”

Namjoon groaned.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry; it was just a mistake.”

“But how do we get out of it?”

“I don’t know. I told her it might just be someone on an app; you could go with that. Pretend to have a casual thing-”

“But then if we come out and say we’re... whatever we are, the timeline won’t work-”

You shrugged, alone in your bedroom.

“That’s a bridge we can cross when we get to it. We can just say you lied to keep it a secret.”

“I guess.”

“Seriously, Namjoon, I think it’ll be fine. Yeji will find something else to obsess about soon enough, by tonight probably.”

You were trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. You were right, Yeji would find something else to be distracted by. It probably wouldn’t erupt all over your friendship group; it probably wouldn’t get out of hand. They probably wouldn’t tease him mercilessly about it until you abruptly shouted up that it was you, thus revealing everything.

Probably.

It’d be fine.

He groaned again.

“Just such a stupid thing to do. And I’ll tell you this for free: a very effective boner killer, too.”

You laughed.

“So you don’t want me to come over and shower with you?”

“Oh, shit, I didn’t say that. My door is always open to you, you know that.”

You sighed.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight so I don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ok.”

“But keep thinking those thoughts, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh and Namjoon?”

“Yeah?”

“Send me the photo?”

You didn’t know about Namjoon but you did keep thinking those thoughts. They were driving you to distraction. You had barely read more than a page of your report in the last half-hour. You kept unlocking your phone, looking at your message thread with Namjoon, at that photo. At a certain point, it becomes more efficient to do the distracting thing first and then knuckle down. Get it out of your system so you can concentrate afterwards. It was starting to sound like a very appealing course of action.

You picked up your phone again.

You: have you showered yet?

Namjoon: No, why?

You: Can I come over?

Namjoon: Do you even have to ask?

Namjoon: (that means yes)

Namjoon: please

Namjoon: come now

Namjoon: please

You shut your laptop; Yeji was similarly sequestered in her bedroom so you were able to sneak out without rousing any sort of curiosity. Thank god.

“Hi.”

“So about this shower.”

And the door had barely closed behind you before Namjoon was kissing you, pulling you closer, running his hands up your body.

“You really want to shower?” he asked. His voice was low and gruff, his words mumbled against your neck.

You laughed.

“Transparency: I want you to fuck me in the shower.”

He responded by nipping at your earlobe.

“You gonna ask nicely?”

“No.”

He gave your nipple a tweak and you jerked against him, your hips knocking into his, drawing a quiet moan from his mouth. He grinned at you and kissed you firmly.

“That’s my girl.”

Your clothes littered the floor as they were discarded en-route.

“Why haven’t we done this already?” Namjoon asked as he hoisted you onto the edge of the counter. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this so much.”

“You’re a shower sex guy, huh? Noted.”

“For you? I’m an anywhere-sex guy.”

Your words were taken from you, from your mouth to his as he pressed his lips to yours and licked into your mouth. You were hot already, even before the shower began to fill the room with steam. That was the thing about Namjoon; he made you so impatient. The mere thought of him had your heart racing. A kiss was enough to get you wet. To make you hot. To have you scrabbling and scrambling to undress him. To have you gasping and moaning before he’d even touched you.

When he kissed you, your mind was wiped clean, a blank static fuzz. When he sucked hard bruises into your neck, your chest, you were nothing but animal. No shame, no overthinking, no insecurity, just pleasure buzzing all over your skin, shivering down your spine, coiling in your guts, pooling in your core.

Namjoon sank to his knees on the hard, tiled floor and kissed your inner thighs. He wrapped his arms around them, pulled you a little closer—you clutched the edge of the counter and his hair for balance—then he licked you, firmly from slit to clit and back again, into every fold and then into your cunt. You weren’t backward about coming forward and, when you had first done this with Namjoon, you had been fully prepared to tell him how to do it, how you liked it. He hadn’t needed the instruction. That first time, he’d had you reeling after a screaming orgasm within a minute.

You didn’t think you’d last even that long this time. Not with his lips around your clit, his tongue warm and wet against it, the soft pressure as he sucked, the harder pressure as he flicked, the feel of his fingers as he rocked them inside you, insistent and unstoppable. He made a mess of you and, moments later, you made a mess of him, coming over his face, your slick dripping down his hand.

He pressed sticky kisses onto your stomach, his tongue laved over your stiffened nipples, his lips pressed softly against yours and then harder, then his teeth took your lip and he bit down.

“So about this shower,” he murmured against your lips, his eyes poring over yours.

You couldn’t speak, could only nod, and he held you steady as you settled your feet back on the floor, your legs still wobbly.

The room was hot now, the water hotter. As Namjoon crowded you against the shower screen, you felt breathless, a little suffocated but you didn’t know if that was down to the steam or to Namjoon. He ran his hands all over you as you kissed, your bodies pressed tightly together, his flushed, leaking dick trapped between you.

Where Namjoon made you impatient, he seemed to have an unlimited supply of patience. He soaped you up, every inch of you, and you realised how intimate this was; it suddenly wasn’t just sex. He was touching your body with a different kind of care and attention now. Sex was imminent but this moment, this moment wasn’t about sex really. He turned you around, gently, running his hands down your back and over your backside, all the way down to your feet and all the way back up. He pressed a kiss to your soapy shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips then found the shell of your ear.

“Baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered and a spark rushed down your spine.

You turned your head and kissed him, trying to say with your body what you couldn’t find the words for. And then,

“Can you fuck me now?”

Because your heart may have been gripped tight in the fist of your feelings but your cunt was empty, aching, and much louder.

He grinned, his hands squeezing at your glutes, kneading, then pushing you forward a little, smoothing up your back and along your arms, placing your hands flat on the tiled wall, braced. He held you like that, in suspense, in anticipation, his hands here and there, his lips first on your hip, then the back of your neck, his body distant, then pressed close.

You begged because you had learnt that he liked it. That he liked it when you sounded a little breathless, a little whiny, your voice catching as you asked him, please, please, to fuck you.

“Namjoon... Please?”

You dipped your head, pressing your forehead to the wall, your fingers scratching down the tiles as you continued to clench, your soft, wet walls coming together around nothing. Still.

“Just one more time, baby. Just ask me one more time.”

“Please fuck me. Namjoon, ple- ah, fuck—hnn-”

It was familiar now, the pressure of the stretch as he pushed inside you. You swore quietly again as he bottomed out and dragged backwards, slowly, torturously slowly. He kept a hard grip on your hips, keeping you or him steady or both. The steam swirling around you, the clean, fresh scent of Namjoon’s soap, the water hitting your skin, Namjoon’s lips on your neck as he thrust a little harder now, squeezing past your g-spot, making your legs tremble—it was overwhelming.

You were transported. No longer just in the shower in Namjoon’s apartment. No longer was this just sordid nor was it mundane. It was you and Namjoon. A thing that had lain dormant in you, something you hadn’t seen coming until it happened and then you couldn’t believe that it hadn’t happened before. This was what you had been looking for. Yes, him fucking you, yes, the way he kissed you and the way he knew which buttons to press, yes, his dick hot and heavy on your tongue, thick and slightly curved and fucking you just right. Yes, all of that but more, too.

You had not talked about where this was going, what you were to each other, but now you knew and your heart grew three sizes, straining against the vice of your ribcage, thudding heavily against it, making your head dizzy with a rush of blood.

Namjoon grunted behind you, his breathing becoming laboured. Your name fell off his lips as though it had always lived there. His fingers found their way forward and onto your clit, rubbing in circles that started slow and got faster and faster as you made your way to a second orgasm.

He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts hard and rhythm faltering before he came with a long drawn-out curse. He pulled you backwards, held you tight against his chest and you were grateful for the support, not sure if you could stand.

“As good as the fantasy?” you asked, panting, your head tipped sideways and up to look at him.

He kissed you, deep and slow, making your knees weaker, your hands gripping tight at his arms around your waist.

“Better. Way better.”

You twisted and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you again, pushed you backwards, your body meeting the wall. He sucked on your bottom lip, nipping lightly with his teeth, then he opened his mouth and you rolled your tongue with his, still able to taste yourself on him. You traded kisses, still under the persistent patter of water, still hot and wet and soft against the unyielding tile. Namjoon murmured your name against your lips.

“What should I tell Yeji, huh?”

“Oh, you’re thinking about Yeji right now? Maybe you did send that text to the right person...”

Namjoon headbutted you lightly.

“I’m worried,” he confessed.

“About what?”

His eyes were penetrating as he looked at you, trying to see into your mind, know what you were thinking. He did it when he needed reassurance, when he wished he could be more confident about what he had to say. You kissed him, brushed his hair back from his forehead, touched your nose to his.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” he said, voice still quiet until the rush of the water.

“How is it ruined?”

He shrugged, a small twist in his mouth.

“If people find out...”

You shrugged back, larger and surer than he.

"I never minded people knowing. You were the-”

“No,” he said, pulling back and looking at you quizzically. “What are you talking about? It was you who suggested keeping it a secret.”

“Not at all! It was you!”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“Well, if it was neither of us, then why are we keeping it a secret?!”

You looked at each other, aghast, bewildered. Then you laughed. You kissed his shoulder and he returned it on your temple.

“So should we just tell people now?”

“What exactly do we tell them?”

“That depends on what you want this to be, I guess,” you answered, acting casual as if your very breath weren’t sparkling in your lungs, making it hard to breathe, making the little shower cubicle airless as the two of you screeched up to a subject you’d been so easily avoiding.

“What do you want it to be?”

“I want to be with you. Like, for real. Relationship shit.”

The sigh of relief that came from Namjoon was so large it was almost comical. He kissed you. Wrapped his arms tight around you and moaned into the kiss. “Thank god. Me, too. Me, too.”

“So it’s settled then.”

“Settled.”

You nodded at each other, once, firmly, and then went back to kissing under the water.

Later, you sat with Namjoon in his bed, resting between his legs, your back against his chest.

You: btw, Namjoon meant to send that photo to me

Yeji: um

Yeji: WHAT

You took a photo of the two of you, Namjoon’s topless torso visible, your heads close, your smiles respectively bright and bashful. You sent it to Yeji.

Yeji: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You: yeah it’s kind of a thing

You: that we’ve been doing

You: for a bit

You: probably going to keep doing it some more, tbh

You: some more or a lot more yk

When she didn’t reply, you assumed first that she’d had a heart attack. Then that she was busy letting every single person she’d ever met know about the two of you. If you needed news spreading, she was the one to go to.

“So now everyone knows,” Namjoon said, nuzzling against your neck, dropping light kisses against your skin.

“Everyone knows,” you replied, tipping your head slightly to give him better access. “Oh, also,” you said, suddenly remembering, “everyone knows about your big dick, too. There’s no way Yeji kept that back.”

He laughed, hearty and full.

“I think I’m ok with that, actually.”

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l-in-the-light · 9 months ago

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The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition Wano (part 13)

Sorry for the long wait, not only I needed a break (Silent Hill 2 remake came out <3), I also had troubles in general writing notes on tumblr for a while, for some unknown reason! But we're back to our Lawlu's love tale, now finally making it into Wano my beloved.

We start on the ship heading to Wano. Luffy is getting depressed over his bounty for the first time. We know he cares a lot about his bounty poster, apparently he always wanted to be on one ever since he was a child and Shanks told him stories about pirates. He also wants to impress Shanks, so there's also that.

But it's possible part of the reason why Luffy is depressed is because... his bounty would be now lower than Law's. LOL. Dressrosa ended with same amount of cash placed on their heads ;) I dunno if it's reallly part of Luffy's reason, but he did see Zoro and Sanji fight over their bounties before multiple times, so it's probably not a stretch that it might have rubbed on him a little, haha. Just throwing this as possible food for thought :D

Kin'emon is not picking up? Who cares, Luffy has enough of waiting. Which is understandable, but also... we know already that he can't get to Wano fast enough, he was in this speedruning mode ever since they left Zou. He's so close to seeing his crew and Law again, waiting even few hours more is simply killing him in those circumenstances.

Luffy immediately got immersed into roleplaying a samurai, but besides using "gozaru/verily" speech pattern, he mostly just focuses on his sword he practically snatched from the Tengu guy. He's so happy that not only he has a sword, but it's even one of the cooler ones. He holds it up like he wants to show it off, and then throws away the scabbard and claims he can slice people too.

I don't really want to doubt Luffy here, but he spent so much time with Zoro, practically since the beginning of the manga, and he never got interested in any swords before. Not even once. He seemed to interact with any only twice: when he found it for Zoro before freeing him in East Blue (he wasn't particularly interested in them yet, but he did get impressed with Zoro's skills), and when he held it for Law for half of Dressrosa.

So what do you think caused Luffy's sudden interest in swords? If your guess is Luffy's first ally, you're probably scoring a jackpot. Luffy wanted to feel cool and show off with his sword, because he kept looking at Law doing cool stuff with his own one, and Luffy decided he suddenly wants to do the same. Luffy usually has simple reasons for stuff, after all. Maybe he even imagines how it's like for Law to hold and fight with the sword, while he's at it.

It's also worth noting how Luffy is shamelessly admitting that what they're about to do will destroy Kin'emon's plans (Law's, actually, as we will see in a few moments) and declares he will just apologize for it later. It's funny for multiple reasons in retrospection, because: 1. Luffy never actually apologized, lol. 2. He indeed got away with it easily (waaaay too easily) 3. Luffy totally knew at this moment he will get away with it. Cheeky brat! And yes, he was right about that. He knows his Torao well and he knows he will be forgiven. If anything, it seems Luffy upon returning from Whole Cake Island decided to be openly cheeky when he knows a certain someone can handle it.

The action itself though will end up having very terrible consequences overall, but that's something Luffy couldn't have known yet.

"But you didn't even use it", indeed. Just simply carrying the sword around might be reminding Luffy of Law already. But also samurais (and ninjas) are just cool and it would be a waste not to have a sword like everyone else.

Also I'm always curious what Law does with his scabbard when he fights. It would be kinda funny if he throws it away too, lol (probably not up in the air like Luffy did, but he has to dump it somewhere, right? He doesn't carry his scabbard at his waist like Zoro, or on his back).

Law and Luffy's reunion! Yeah I know, at surface level it seems very bleak in comparison, after all Zoro got a glomping hug, just like Sabo did in Dressrosa. We actually don't see Luffy hugging people this way very often. Luffy also never attempts to hug or touch Law, not counting grabbing his clothes (which counts only as indirect touch).

But when we take a closer look at how they react about seeing each other, it does show they care and are happy to meet again.

Let's start from Law. He's resting (it's his last resting moment in Wano lol), his crew make a commotion, screaming "Captain, trouble! Strawhat and Roronoa are going to Bakura town!". But what Law picks up on is only this part: "Strawhat is in Wano?!" That selective focus in this scene says more than any expression or words could have shown us, it's like he didn't hear any other part, as soon as his brain connected the dots "they're talking about Luffy in Bakura town" but "Luffy isn't in Wano yet" which concludes in his deduction of "Luffy's finally here!". It's kinda cute, really.

Anime even emphasized this moment. At first Law asks "why are you so upset/making noise" but then picks up again only on the part about Luffy arriving in Wano, and even adds a line that wasn't in the manga: "So he's finally here", which only further shows he was indeed missing him, it's like it slips from his mouth before he can stop himself. He even gets up, his crew suddenly having all of his attention, just because Luffy's name was mentioned.

Indeed, Law, he is in Wano finally. You will regret feeling a tad bit happy in just a moment though.

And the blissful moment is over, Law is back to worrying 24/7, always about Luffy (and I guess, the raid's plan as well. But mostly about Luffy). Haha. It's okay, he likes to suffer this way, despite the stress.

Luffy got really personal very fast here. "Why is the food only for them?!". After experiencing his own childhood in Goa, seeing Rebecca starving herself and despite that Luffy was still firmly sticking to plan, and then witnessing Big Mom's sugar rampage, and finally the situation in Wano with people constantly poisoning themselves by drinking water from polluted rivers and being able to afford rice only few times a year (or less), Luffy snapped immediately.

That's the result of his experiences in Whole Cake Island, struggling to find things he could do (besides beating the Big Bad Guy) and facing Katakuri who was holding back for the sake of his family. Luffy rediscovered that he doesn't have to hold back what he truly wants to do anymore, as long as he keeps wellbeing of his dearest people in mind at all times. It's a good conclusion he reached here, but it's still not enough if Luffy wants to keep his promise of "making Wano a country in which his friends can eat as much as they want", Law will point it out to him later.

"He'll probably get mad" says Zoro, and one page later we have Law thinking "Roronoa knows the plan". Proving to us that Zoro meant actually Law there, not Kin.

"This is the worst possible thing that could have happened" thinks Law, and this will be important later for us to understand why Luffy had to land in Udon as the result of that. This is our strategy mastermind Law we're talking about here, he must have came up with a plan to deal even with "worst case scenario" (after all the raid plan didn't fail as the result!). He just really wished he could avoid it.

And funny thing, Law is *instantly* mad at Zoro for this outcome. "You swore that you wouldn't make waves!". Law knows everything that was going on with Zoro already when he's talking with him here. He knows he's a wanted man now, he knows Jack has been called up (thanks to Hawkins), and he of course put one and one together: Zoro chose not to stop Luffy from beating up Holdem. In Law's mind this is all Zoro's responsibility here, heh. Also just to show us his petty nature Law took the occassion to vent about every single little thing that he could think of, together with "you were supposed to be in the capital, not in Kuri!!". He had to get off his steam somewhere and Zoro happened to be the best target. Though everything Law said here is true and he has the right to be annoyed about it.

One thing worth noting is this: Law never blamed Luffy for this situation. Luffy didn't know about the plan, he just arrived and couldn't contact Kin'emon, and Law might vent sometimes, but he's not an asshole who would blame people for doing something wrong, while they had no chance to hear about the plan yet. It's simply not their fault then.

The anime emphasized my point as well, actually! Zoro puts the blame on Luffy (lol, Zoro, how could you do that to your captain!!) and as soon as he does that, Law's tone and expression changes. He understands now the situation differently, he thinks Zoro *tried* to stop Luffy, but Luffy was the one to push for what he wanted anyway. And yet... and yet Law is not mad at Luffy. He takes it as a fact and accepts, even if he dislikes the outcome.

He knows this will lead to bad stuff, but he even stops being angry soon after. And do you know why? Yes, of course it's because he likes Luffy a lot and cares for him, but he would scold him (even if not as openly as Zoro) if he thought Luffy is being unreasonable. He does scold Luffy when he later goes directly for Kaido, after all!

So why not now? The answer might be surprising, but it's the only one that truly makes sense. That's because Law has faith in Luffy. He might think he acts unreasonably at times, that he destroys plans, but he does not doubt him, ever. And it's not just a Wano thing either, it was like that already in Dressrosa. He was surprised and tried to push Luffy away when he came to his rescue, but as soon as Luffy declared he's not gonna leave Dressrosa to it's own fate, Law shuts up and accepts it. He doesn't doubt him or his decisions, even if he thinks they might lead to undesirable outcomes.

I can't tell you when exactly Law gained his faith in Luffy. Punk Hazard? But he already waited with Luffy for the rest of Strawhats crew there when they were supposed to escape, even if he complained about it. He didn't leave on his own, he stayed, and he couldn't know if they escape safely or not, they were risking their lives by staying and waiting. But if Law didn't develop his trust in Luffy on Punk Hazard, then the answer can be only one: it happened already on Sabaody. And personally, that kinda blows my mind. Upon first meeting with Luffy, Law started to have deep faith in him. Of course, it doesn't mean he won't *worry* for him, that's a different matter altogether, lol.

Back to being a worry cat Law. "Where's Strawhat-ya?" he can be so one-track minded sometimes haha.

Finally, a reunion! Look at Luffy here, he's basically crying out his excitement at seeing Torao again. "It's been so long!!" it was two weeks indeed and he already told similar line to Zoro before, which is also quite curious. But the moment he spots Law, Luffy's full attention is on him, and he spots him almost immediately too.

Let's think about this reunion from Luffy's point of view, okay? He arrived at Wano and is pretty much alone. He's thrilled to see Zoro, but meeting Zoro was by pure chance, Zoro had no idea where Luffy is (nor where he himself is as well, probably, lol. It is Zoro after all). But Law? It's clear as day he seeked out Luffy (with his own initiative! not simply sending his crew after him! despite Bepo's little incident coming in the way too!) and he indeed found him. From Luffy's POV, Law was the one who searched for him to see him again, to reunite and probably to talk (it is Law, he does talk a lot - when it comes to plans xD). And to achieve that so quickly, it's clear he was waiting and observing, to show up and fetch Luffy as soon as he arrives anywhere near the centre of Wano.

And yeah, sure, Law doesn't say anything upon their reunion there, but Law never says any greetings, like ever, so this is in-character. But his eyes, the way he looks there at Luffy, seem to reflect the exact same sentiment Luffy has. Remember his "finally" line from before? Yep, it's been a long time, and not just for Luffy. They clearly both missed each other.

And then Law drops the bomb "This is rebellion". Wait, but where's the scolding for ruining all the plan?! Well, there's none.

Just a moment later Law just lets Luffy do whatever he wants and doesn't comment on anything anymore.

In anime he only sighs to himself. (also bonus points for sharing sweatdropping moment with Zoro, the guy who was with Luffy practically from the start, haha).

While the people in Okobore town are eating and celebrating, Luffy is talking with Tama, and Law is just there at the side, facing away. Why? He's guarding against the possible enemies approaching, it's his swordsman's instinct. And that's his response to Luffy's actions in the end. It's an alliance, they're in this together, if Luffy does something, Law actually follows through and he doesn't need any prompt for doing that. He falls into this role naturally, because... because he worries so much xD

And again, in the manga Law only ever scolds Zoro, and not Luffy. Luffy doesn't even have to apologize to Law, heh.

In anime they played this scene a bit differently, Luffy is mockingly roleplaying Law there, pretending to be scolding them and making a serious face (yes, this is Luffy mimicking Law's usual face and tone and words, lol. Ain't he cute? Luffy does it a lot to his crewmates actually, we saw him do that quite a number of times: he pretended to be Sanji, Zoro, Usopp and Chopper. Usopp often joins him, he pretended to be Robin before, for example. Luffy probably would have pretended to be Nami too if he wasn't afraid of her. Yet, he's not afraid of Law in the slightest, lol). Actually, it seems he made this impersonation of Law just because he wanted to get a reaction out of him, acting like a spoiled kid... or a spoiled younger sibling, in fact.

Law gets annoyed at the call out, but besides this one line "you don't get to scold anyone!" he still doesn't scold Luffy for what he did, at all. The scolding is only about "how dare you steal my line and use it inadequately!". In the anime he does get a small petty payback on him for this later, lol.

This is an interesting scene. Law asks why Kiku is tagging along and Luffy reassures him it's fine. After that Law doesn't question her anymore.

The anime even shows us that Law is seeking Luffy's opinion in particular, asking him to make sure "is it really okay?". He wants to know if Luffy trusts her. Upon hearing that he indeed does, he accepts it as good enough reason and neither asks again nor worries about Kiku's presence at all. Just because Luffy said it's okay.

That's Law's level of faith in Luffy, like I said before, he never doubts him and even seeks out his opinion. Someone (who by all means is smarter than Luffy himself) *seeks out* Luffy's opinion in particular, trusting it, despite the fact that most people think Luffy is just carefree and doesn't think about anything too deeply.

Even Luffy's own crew tends to doubt Luffy in smallest things (Robin warning Luffy about betrayals in alliances instead of trusting in his faith about Law, Usopp and Nami always protesting about dangerous stuff, Zoro doesn't trust Luffy handling a sword, Sanji thought Luffy can't beat Big Mom and also doesn't need him anymore despite Luffy saying otherwise etc.), but so far I didn't see even one moment in which Law doubted Luffy in any way. The closest to it would be on their trip to Dressrosa when he scolds him "we can't go there without a plan!" but literally one moment later he agrees to eat breakfast with them, just because Luffy declares it's meal time. He complained but still went on with it.

Let this sink in :)

This vid doesn't have the original voice lines since it's a music video (borrowed with permission from @lutorao ❤), but it's fine because I want you to pay attention to the dynamics here, which can't really be captured in screenshots.

Luffy is getting impatient and wants to know what Law and Zoro mean by the "ghosts of Wano". Zoro quickly dismissed him so Luffy moves on to pester Law about it and he acts totally spoiled about it. Frowning he leans to him from one side but noticing that Law looked at him, he moves away to his other side instead, and Law's eyes follow him there immediately. Luffy's frown turns into a playful expression instead, he's totally doing it on purpose because he enjoys when Law is looking at him.

Law is lost in his own thoughts, but as soon as Luffy approaches him, he gives him full attention, and he can't help but follow him with his eyes too. He catches himself falling for Luffy's little game, so he stops and answers him "you will see it soon enough when we arrive". Law totally got played here, he allowed it to happen actually, if anything he enjoyed it as much as Luffy did, but he feels like he can't lose his face so he puts an end to it with firm but also not dismissive words. After all he can blame only himself and his own affection for Luffy for falling for that little "attention seeking" game. This is yet another proof to me that Law likes to watch Luffy, likes to spoil him, likes to give him attention too. He doesn't do it all the time only because he wants to maintain his "face".

At the end of this scene Luffy gives up and calls Law "kechi" which is probably the most awful nickname Luffy have given anyone so far in the series (together with "four swords style" name-calling for Zoro lol). It's often translated as "mean", but we know Luffy better than that already, he would never call Law mean, not even while joking. Literally the Japanese word means something like "cheapskate", emphasizing Law's refusal to tell Luffy immediately, so Luffy thinks Law is holding out on him (he's just a bit bored and impatient though). I guess Luffy isn't used to be told to wait, not coming from Law at least. Law spoiled him too much heh.

Personally this is my second favourite Lawlu moment from Wano, besides the ghost story. And this one is anime-only ❤ great job, Wano's anime arc!

This is also Law and Luffy's moment. Luffy's surprise that there's no castle and Law reminding him "I told you it's ruins". In anime Luffy adds afterwards "oh, right!". It's just a cute conversation those two have. Also another moment showing us Law doesn't leave Luffy hanging, even if he has to repeat himself.

The same happens just a moment later, when they're walking around, and Luffy comments that this place is kinda creepy. Law also immediately replies to him, providing an explanation. Luffy really doesn't even have to ask for attention anymore, he's always getting it anyway. Law would never ignore him.

And here comes the fan favourite (mine as well hehe): Law tricking Luffy that Kin'emon and the rest of the samurais were ghosts all along. Yet another example of Law's teasing and deadpan sense of humour, btw.

Let's analyze it step by step. It's neccessary to point out that Luffy is actually the first one to arrive at the idea that "they're dead", without any sort of prompt from Law. Luffy immediately jumps on that idea "they have graves, are they actually dead, that's why I couldn't contact them" and then in his panic he asks Law "Where's Kin, wasn't he supposed to be here??". Law didn't really have to do much for Luffy to believe they're ghosts. All he had to do was to not deny it openly.

Now let's try to see it from Law's point of view. He simply showed Luffy the graves, witnessed him panic and then seeking confirmation or denial from him, because he would believe whatever Law would tell him, that much is clear. And Law couldn't stop himself from leading him on a bit more. He didn't actually lie to him in any way or actively tried to trick him, he just decided to say things that don't exactly deny or confirm openly the ghosts idea. His only responses are "it's not just Kin, look at other graves", and then "he might come up in the middle of the night, like yesterday", and finally "It's not my place to tell you". He's not lying, he's just slightly leading Luffy to spiral more into his own doubts, lol. Such a troll.

He's also super pleased about it, look at his shining eyes there. We never see Law's eyes shining like that, it's a proof of how amused he is despite his deadpanned face. Luffy on that other hand believes Law immediately and even lets go of him (anime-only extension of the scene), devastated. He got successfully trolled, lol.

We know Law is saying bullshit here, because his eyes are hidden, heh. Luffy gets so agitated he grabs Law by his clothes (first time he ever did that, Law gets his payback for that in raid on Onigashima). He's not doubting Law, not really, he's just really confused, because so far Law always gave him a clear answer, every time Luffy asked about something (and often even when he didn't ask). Law's reluctance to answer here clearly makes Luffy so worried, he is ready to kick ass of whoever caused Law to behave in this way, because he thinks it's just too painful for Law to properly say what's going on (the same way it took Law a while to share about his true reason why he's after Doflamingo!). Luffy's reaction is very understandable, but Law's? He's totally playing with him, lol. This all takes place in same episode in the anime, in which their playful interaction from above also happens.

Law probably thought it's cute how Luffy immediately jumped to the "they're ghosts!" conclusion. He wanted to see how far he can push him and how scared he can actually get. If you wanted proof of how much Law missed Luffy, this is actually it. Despite usually distancing himself so much, here he literally couldn't stop himself from playing a trick on Luffy, just so he can see a new face expression on his face. Law in Dressrosa wouldn't allow himself that, but Law after the two weeks of seperation does. Seperation makes the heart grow fonder.

It's worth noting that despite trolling him and getting grabbed, he still doesn't want to outright lie to Luffy :)

Law plays along when Kin'emon shows up. Law can be such a little shit sometimes, lol. Luffy is quickly getting more distressed.

And his surprise reaches it's peak here and he screams, terrified. Meanwhile Law just stands there, enjoying the show quietly.

Luffy is so relieved that Kin'emon is alright and isn't a ghost. And then he immediately complains to Law, accusing him of lying, to which Law calmly denies "I didn't say he was dead, did I?". This is literally the first time Law played a trick/joke on Luffy, and the bottom line is, Luffy isn't even fully aware of it. He just thinks Law was saying things in unclear way and tells him not to do that, lol. He suspects Law probably did it on purpose (after all he never did that to Luffy before! always providing clear explanations), but he still doesn't understand why ;)

Law turns away in the anime, probably with the intention to smile or snicker to himself without being noticed, but when Luffy makes an angry face at him, he can't help but look at him anyway. His eyes just always wander towards Luffy.

This is it, the in-depth analysis of the joke Law played on Luffy. Did it destroy it for you or made it even funnier ;)?

This is a fun little whimsical moment between them. Again, Luffy wonders outloud whether Kiku knows Kin'emon, and Law, completely unprompted, provides his own insight to clear Luffy's confusion. "It looks like more than just knowing each other" (implying: they're kinda close). Luffy doesn't get it immediately, but observes their interaction for a bit longer, and few moments later realization dawns on him.

And that's all thanks to Law, of course. He pointed it out to him as soon as Luffy voiced his confusion. This shows that not only Law always pays attention to Luffy and answers his questions, never ignoring him, but also helps him comprehend stuff Luffy never could before. Like a good older brother would.

It's the same in the manga, though it's a shorter version.

And then we have another reunion. Luffy gets hugged by Chopper and Carrot, and it seems Law is staring at them. Taking into account the scene before (him commenting on Kiku and Kin knowing each other very closely), it's likely he thinks the same way here about Luffy, Carrot and Chopper. He also might be a bit jealous actually, after all it seems Strawhats hug each other, but Law didn't get a reunion hug (not that he could handle it, seeing how poorly he handles most touches and closeness, but doesn't mean he can't wish or yearn a bit for one anyway). Also after observing Strawhats closeness with each other on multiple occassions, he tries to act more affectionately with his own crew as well. He's a good observer and learns a lot just from watching from the side.

And I ran out of space already in this part, haha (I thought I would at least make it till the scene when Luffy runs off to fight Kaido, lol). Including anime kinda affected the pace and made the post even longer! But I think all those additional scenes are really worth it, they're pure gems :3

Tbc in future parts about Wano :D

#one piece #trafalgar law #luffy #lawlu #luffy x law #lulaw #love is a hurricane #one piece meta #this for some reason took me foooorever #tumblr was also not helpful #i couldn't upload pictures without relying on outside site for a while #damn I love Lawlu in Wano ❤

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4only1 · 7 months ago

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All I Want For Christmas Is You - Secret Santa Part 2 (4 Crews Edition)

Featuring: Jake Kim, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo, Eugene & Jerry Kwon Masterlist

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Jake Kim

Alone sat you and Jake, waiting for the kettle to boil. He had apologized multiple times for his gift, saying you deserved better, but that Big Deal didn't have the funding.

When he first handed you the package of ramen, he couldn't even look you in the eyes. He was embarrassed that it was all he could get. A silly package of spicy ramen. They ate ramen everyday. He wanted to give you something special, this wasn't it.

“I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything else, seriously.” He apologized once more.

To be honest however, this couldn't be a more perfect gift to you. It was just you and Jake, the rest of Big Deal was out, so it left the two of you to enjoy a moment of solitude.

“Damn it. Seriously, I'm sorr-”

“Don't apologize for this. I love it. I like being alone with you.”

You turn to look Jake directly in the eyes as you speak. Your face has a light blush over it. Jake looked taken aback for a moment before speaking again, flirting a bit.

“Is it too late to make this a date?”

----------------------- Johan Seong

Johan handed you a pair of sneakers about 3 sizes too big for you. They were clearly worn before and smelled like it too. You took the pair, holding them as far away from you as possible.

“Oh Johan…how…sweet” Is really all you can say.

It was sweet, if they weren't gonna fall off your feet if you tried to wear them. Looking at Johan however, he gave you puppy dog eyes, hoping you liked his gift.

Even with his limited finances, he found a way to gift you something.

“Johan, let's go get food, I'll pay”

You swore you saw his imaginary tail wagging back and forth.

----------------------- Samuel Seo

“Why the fuck would I get you anything? What have you done for me?”

Sameul spoke with a disgusted look on his face. Like, how dare you have the audacity to ask him if he got you for secret santa. Which he did!

“Well excuse me for asking if you did the task you were assigned.” You defended yourself.

You shook your head, at both the audacity of this man and how you shouldn't have expected anything less than this behaviour.

“You should be getting me a gift for how much of your shit I have to put up with”

The audacity grew.

----------------------- Eugene

Eugene stood in front of you with his usual close eyed smile. His hands were folded behind his back, while Mandeok held out a pair of keys to you.

You simply stared back, unsure of what the keys were for. Like with everything Eugene did, this had to come with a twist.

“Please (Y/n), accept the keys”

Eugene spoke in his disturbingly calm voice. With hesitation you took the keys, and when you did, Eugene's smile grew. Creepy.

“I'm so glad you accepted, now the car is downstairs, please arrive soon, we must leave quickly.”

That caused you to pause. Did he give you keys, to a car, just for you to drive him around?

“What? I am your chauffeur or something?” You question, joking a bit.

“Thank you for picking up on that so soon. I was worried you wouldn't have figured it out so quickly.”

You were just joking.

----------------------- Jerry Kwon

In Jerry's mind, each note was played with perfection. The meaning of the song was perfectly conveyed, displaying the genuine appreciation he had for you. His eyes were closed, waiting with anticipation to open them at the end and see your shocked face.

You did have a shocked look on your face, but not in the same sense Jerry was thinking. As he played, you winced everytime he would miss a note, but that didn't stop you from appreciating the hard work he put into this song.

Brad and Jason stood by your side, trying to hold in their laughter. As the song came to a close Jerry took a moment before opening his eyes, staring at you, waiting for your reaction.

Jason and Brad were about to burst out into laughter, when a sharp kick to both their shins from you silenced them. You looked at them, conveying the message, don't you dare laugh!

Tears were in your eyes, and you wiped a stray one away. Pride filled you as you turned towards Jerry.

“That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard. You wrote that for me! You're so talented!”

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Welcome to part 2 of the secret santa series! 2 more parts to go, so don't feel worried if your favourite isn't on here quite yet. This series is meant to be something silly, not to be taken seriously, so if they act out of character, oh well.

Easiest to write for: Jerry Kwon

Hardest to write for: Eugene

#lookism #lookism x reader #jake kim #johan seong #samuel seo #eugene lookism #jerry kwon #jake kim x reader #johan seong x reader #samuel seo x reader #eugene x reader #jerry kwon x reader #lookism manhwa

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writer-in-wonder · 29 days ago

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the first step

platonic! reader x sam wilson (found family)

summary: sam finds you out on the boat in the middle of the night, and you both don’t expect where the conversation goes (post-tfatws)

a/n: okay guys. this is definitely the longest fic i’ve ever posted. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for some time, and the idea and it’s original scribblings sitting in my google docs for even longer. i knew this was gonna be a dialogue-heavy fic, and i wanted to do it justice. this has been the main one i’ve been editing since i wanted it done well.

this is just sam being found family and giving advice. we need to talk more about him being a counselor. he never stopped being one.

i hope you all like it! Jesus loves you, and may God Bless you all always!!!

——-

When Redwing alerted Sam that there was movement on the boat, he half-had a heart attack, because, after the notice, he realized the time. 3:38 AM.

There was no way it was Sarah.

Within minutes he was walking down the dock as quietly as he could, a jacket over his t-shirt as a rare cool Louisiana night had made its way to Delacroix. After calming down, he had looked at the reports to realize it was you. What you were doing out alone on the dock at this hour, he had no idea. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary during the time you’d been staying with the Wilson family for your holiday break from classes. But, as always, he was determined to know what was going on.

You’d been lost in thought for the last few moments, scrolling on your phone as videos flashed across your screen. The captain’s seat in the front room had become a sort of comfortable place for you, being where you sat as Sam and Bucky continued fixing the boat. On top of teaching you basics in mechanics and repairs, they would entertain your stories of what was happening in New York or endure your watchful eyes as Sarah put you in charge of making sure they didn’t over-exert themselves to bring Paul and Darlene’s pride and joy back to her former glory. Another shiver ran through you, and you hugged yourself with your free arm, annoyed that you didn’t think to grab a sweater. Maybe if the closet door didn’t squeak so much, and you weren’t so worried someone would hear, you probably would have grabbed one-

Tap tap tap.

You jumped at the sound of Sam’s knocking, turning your head around to the side to see him standing at the door. He looked at you from its porthole glass, brows furrowed as he raised a finger to point at the doorknob. There was no way out. Standing, you kept recovering from the scare as you walked over and undid the lock.

“…Hey.”

“What are you doing out here?”

You couldn’t read that response well. Was he mad? His eyes were slightly narrowed in what looked like confusion. Or was it frustration? You hope it was more of the former than the latter, as the last thing you’d wanted was to worry anyone. That’s why you’d stepped away for some quiet in the first place.

“I, uh…was…just needed some space.”

That was close enough to the truth. Suddenly something else came to mind and it was your turn to look confused. “What are you doing up?”

“Redwing told me someone was on the boat. Then I realized it was you.”

Good going. Embarrassment flooded over you at the fact that you hadn’t even thought you might get caught by his tech buddy. “I’m sorry.”

The pause between the two of you grew as the soft breeze kept blowing and the water kept splashing against the hulls of the docked boats.

Sam gave a slight nod to the space behind you. “Mind if I come in?”

Obliging, you stepped to the side as he entered the cabin, flipping over an old utility bucket to make it into a makeshift seat. You joined him at your chair. The beginnings of his counselor-self were definitely coming through, which you’d been dreading.

“It isn’t safe.” He continued after a moment. “You being out here alone.”

“That’s why I locked the door.”

“You know what I mean-wait. How did you even get in? I left it locked.”

You froze at your slip-up, seeing the wheels turning in his head.

“Y/N?”

“I…took Sarah’s key-” Your mumble was cut short as you tried to save face. “-borrowed it.” Another pause ensued, undoubtedly even more uncomfortable than before as you wondered how he’d take you basically stealing from his sister.

“Give it here.”

You turned on your chair to grab the silver key from the control desk, swiveling back to place it in Sam’s outstretched open palm. He sat back against the wall again and held it between his hands, looking at its shine in the moonlight as he turned it this way and that.

“What’s going on, kid?”

The worry etched on his face even so subtly was actually more obvious as he looked back up to meet your eyes. You crossed a leg over your other as you lightly hugged yourself, making more time to think of how else to word it.

“I said I just wanted to get away for a bit.”

“Really? So you just come to the boat at 4:00 AM cause you want to?”

“Yes.”

The questioning tone in your answer was obvious, which made him guess the hesitancy to be part of your “tell” when lying. But he didn’t know that for sure. Mostly due to the fact that you never had had a reason to lie before. The truth that you were doing so now was definitely concerning.

“Look,” he sighed. “I wanna help, kid.” He put the key in his pocket. “But it’s easier if you just tell me what’s going on.”

“Maybe there’s nothing going on, Sam.” Exasperation kicked up a bit as a tight smile was the next item in your arsenal that you sent his way. You really didn’t want to do this now. “Really-“

“And I think I know you better than that, so try again.” The interruption, though kind, was firm. You found yourself unable to retort. “You can either tell me what’s going on, or not. That’s your decision.” He sat back a bit as he kept his eyes on yours. “But please don’t lie to me.”

Something about that last part struck you. He was just trying to help. And you knew that.

But the whole thing felt too large. And when you said it, you couldn’t take it back.

So you both sat there, you opting to look at the wall behind him as the seconds ticked by. He could almost see the exercises your brain was going through, wondering what the best move was. And finally, you decided that saying something was better than living in a house where there was so much unspoken.

A deep sigh of surrender left your nose and a small pout crossed your lips again.

“I’m just tired.”

Sam frowned a bit, his arms still crossed over his chest. “From what?”

“I…” You hated the way you sounded as you began to voice what had been flooding through your mind for days. “I don’t know. I just…it feels like everything sometimes.” Your gaze fell to your knees that had become pulled up to your chest at some point in the conversation. “I’m busy with classes…and people want to know what I’m doing for the rest of my life. But…I don’t know that. I mean, I don’t think I know that for sure. I know I have a plan, but what if I’m not happy? And I spent so much time getting here…” That revelation crushed you more as you now heard it in your own voice, and you willed yourself to push down the tightness clenching at your throat. A sigh took its place instead as some relief from finally vocalizing your worries to someone came through to the surface. A last fear was spoken into the cabin.

“What if I’m doing this wrong?”

For a moment the only sound was nothing, seasoned with the occasional creaking from the boat rocking lightly as Sam took your words in. Out of all the things he assumed might take up your thoughts, this wasn’t one of them. Sure he thought you had a good plan for your life. You’d talked to him and Sarah about a graduate program and schools you wanted to apply to. You were gonna help people. You were gonna be the best of the applicants. And You were excited.

He never expected you to doubt that.

Hearing back the words you’d just said made you feel even smaller. You doubted anything he could say would make all these worries just dissipate. Shouldn’t you have just kept it to yourself? Because now he knows and there’s nothing he can do about it anyway-

“When I joined the military, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

That got your attention. You slowly looked up from your knees over at him, a slightly confused face put on. This was Sam Wilson. The man with a plan. He always knew what he was doing.

As if reading your thoughts, he gave a singular nod in your direction with a knowing smile. “Contrary to popular belief, I was nervous. I knew I didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to do something else. Something that could help people all over the world.” His face briefly had a small smile that was undoubtedly born from nostalgia at these recollections. Then it slightly fell as he met your eyes. “But I didn’t know if I would be any good. If I was supposed to do this.”

“But my old man told me something that saved me a lot of grief. He said to try. If it wouldn’t work, then that was fine. But if it did, how would I know if I hadn’t?”

You said nothing, and he continued. “I know that you’re scared Y/N. But that can’t stop you from making a decision.”

“I’m scared I’m gonna choose the wrong thing.” You rebutted, your tone half a big as when you both had first started talking. “It makes sense to be scared of that.”

“It does.” He agreed sincerely. “But if it’s the wrong thing, we’ll figure it out. And,” He looked at you meaningfully. “No one said you had to do it alone.”

Once again, he had shut you up. After a few seconds, you realized the best you could respond with was a quiet nod. “…yeah.”

“You gotta take that first step, Y/N. Just start there.”

You nodded again, now lost in thought. In the time you’d come to know the Wilsons, they’d been nothing but generous to you. You saw it in the way Sarah made sure you were taken care of and knew how to be strong. In the way Sam had taught you life skills. And how both of them ultimately taught you more about the real world and how to face it. They were there for you. And they would never intentionally steer you wrong.

That was enough for you right now.

After a few moments, you looked back at him as a small smile grew on your face. “Thanks Sam.”

He mirrored your response, happy to see how you already looked visibly lighter. “Of course, kid. You know can talk to me. Or Sarah. Or Bucky, if you’re super desperate.” The chuckle that came out of your mouth at his jab to the super-soldier was a complete win in his book. “We’re here for you. Whenever you need us.” With that, he took a glance at his watch. “Hm,” he said half to himself. “Almost 4:30.”

You sobered up at that, immediately feeling the same guilt from when he first arrived. “I’m really sorry Sam-“

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t get up early sometimes.” He looked out through the main windows and saw the darkness of the morning peering back. “You’re not tired?”

“Honestly? Not really.” You followed his gaze to the waves. “It’s so nice out here.”

“Yeah, I get why you’d wanna come out here.” He met your eyes. “But I don’t want you out here alone in the middle of the night, okay? If you need some space, you can take the living room, or kitchen. Where we can know where you are.”

You nodded. “I will.”

“Okay.” He gave you an understanding nod as he looked back at the water. You both said nothing for a few moments before he spoke up again. “I remember a lot of mornings like this. It’d be 4, 5, when my dad would take-wait, did I ever tell you about the times my dad took Sarah and I to the island?”

“What island?”

“Oh man, I haven’t told you about it? It’s the best. A little ways out, about twenty minutes. We’d go and we’d always catch the biggest fish…”

~~~~~~~~~

The next hour or so was spent with Sam telling you all these stories about him and Sarah growing up on the boat. You’d both lost count of the jokes and laughs you were each throwing around, and decided to call it a night (or morning?), when the sun finally shone peeking through the water, turning part of the sky a bold orange.

“We should probably get going.” Sam said as you both sat on the dock watching the day start. He stood, offering a hand to help you up. As you stood in front of him, he spoke again. “You can always talk to me, Y/N. I mean it.”

For the first time that week, you could give another honest smile again. “I know, thanks.”

“Let’s get some sleep, hm?” You both headed back to the boat so Sam could close the door, locking it with the key you had snagged. “When did you even get this off the key ring?”

“After dinner when she was putting the boys to bed.”

“Sneaky.” He retorted, testing the knob out before turning back to you. “Sure you weren’t gonna take it for a joyride?”

“You haven’t even taught me how to drive her yet.”

He gave you a raised eyebrow as you both walked back to the house, the orange sunrays kissing the aged wood of the dock. “And maybe that’s a good thing.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just ask Bucky.”

“You will do no such thing.”

~~~~~ if you made it to the end, THANK YOU.

feel free to comment/like - we writers love that 🤍

Jesus loves you, and may God Bless you always!!

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creatchie8 · 9 months ago

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Yellow Soul: Chapter Six

Dandelion

Chapter Summary: Six years pass and you find yourself back in Wabang.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI (not really a warning but the reader does have a sister and I decided to name her, I just looked up what was the most popular name in 1998 Wyoming and chose that one lol)

Word Count: 2,700ish

A/N: Yikes!! I'm back and with so much inspiration you guys. Please excuse this chapter, it is honestly not that great but when I was editing it I just didn't know how to fix it. I hope you love it anyway!

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter - Masterlist

Fall 2022

You hated lines. You hated them more than anything. The thought of having to wait still with people in the front and back of you? Hell no. But here you are, waiting in line with your baby sister (you really shouldn't say baby, she’s twenty-four now), Madison and about four of her friends to purchase tickets for the Amelia County Fair. She used the excuse that she hadn't seen you in forever to convince you to go, even though you had work early tomorrow.

Two months ago you came back, for good… probably.

After you finished your Masters in Social Work a job opened up in Denver, Colorado. Well paying and far away from Wabang, just what you wanted. You had spent six whole years there making new friends, had a few boyfriends, and even your own apartment.

Madison’s grip tightened on your elbow as the line moved up a foot or two, dragging you on like you were the little sister.

Six years was long enough to make you forget about Perry and the Abbotts. It rarely entered your mind, you were twenty-nine now so there was no use freaking out over something that happened when you were twenty-three. Your parents were wildly understanding when you told them you broke up with Perry, but that’s probably because you didn't tell them any more of the story.

Your dad never mentioned anything about the ring, even though you know Perry asked him for his permission. He never told your mom either, or else you knew she would surely be devastated.

You were happy for Perry, you really were. Your mom told you he got married and had a baby some time after you left, a little girl named Amy. You sometimes saw Cecilia’s posts on Facebook, she was a cute little girl and probably everything Perry would have ever wanted. Every other post was of Amy at a 4H meeting or something she drew that got hung up on the fridge, always with his pretty wife too.

You had to wonder if she really was happy in that tiny house, your ma says she isn't, always hearing about how her and Perry fight like dogs about it. Cecilia’s words, not hers, she always clarifies.

As for Rhett, you certainly saw him less frequently. Sure, he was in some of Cecilia’s Facebook posts, but he hardly ever posted on his socials (like he ever did in the first place). To be honest, you unfollowed the whole family on all social media.

The only time you would look was when you were definitely under the influence and super, super bored.

Sometimes your job didn't allow you to go home on holidays, but you tried the best you could on all major ones.

The last time you saw him was four years ago at your family’s Fourth of July BBQ. Rhett was of course handsome, how could he ever not be? In a plain cornflower blue t-shirt and jeans, he looked almost monochromatic. You two kept your distance in the short time he was there, Cecilia probably dragged him along probably with the promise to Perry that she wouldn't stay there for too long as your mom and her were still best friends.

It is beyond ridiculous looking back from where you are now in life but you didn't know if you should be embarrassed or incredibly turned on when you went back inside for a lighter and found Rhett sitting on the same couch he fucked you in front of. Just chilling with one of your uncles (which then wiped away all forms of desire and just left you with this icky feeling in your chest that you defiled your family’s home).

Finally, you were at the front of the line. The woman taking your cash had a tired expression on her face, counting the bills quickly before asking your group, “Only two dollars more for tickets that include the rodeo. Wanna upgrade?”

You internally groaned as your sister and her friends immediately started bickering, trying to decide if that two dollars extra would be worth it. Looking up at the sky, it started to gradually turn into a pretty deep orange in the horizon. Hugging your denim jacket closer, you were thankful you brought it. It was nice to finally be back in your usual garb, rather than your business casual all day every day.

“I think we should!” A voice rose above the rest. You looked down from the sky and your eyes landed on Maria, a girl your sister admittedly wasn't too close with, but someone she considered a friend anyways.

Maria turned towards the woman, her shiny dark hair whipping around her shoulders as she confirmed the ‘upgrade’ in tickets. Reaching into your pocket you reluctantly pulled out your wallet and plucked two bills out, handing them to Madison who coupled them with hers, handing it into the woman. You watched as she flipped half-heartedly through the paper and turned around in her little booth, grabbing an ink pad and stamp.

Maria was the first one to go, eagerly pushing her fist under the glass cut out and the rest of your group followed through, you being the last one. A soft, “Thank you.” Left your lips as you smiled at the woman who kept her head down through the whole interaction.

When you finally caught up with your sister you grabbed her elbow as she did yours, leaning into her ear as you two walked, “Why is Maria so eager to watch?” You murmured softly as to not catch the attention of the other girls.

“I dunno, probably some guy she likes is riding tonight. She chose the day we were coming here too.” Madison whispered back and you rolled your eyes. So Maria is the one to blame for your sister politely demanding you go this day rather than another day that worked better for you.

With the group you walked around till sundown, stuffed full with fry bread and ice cream. A few times Madison bought something and begged you to try it. Fried oreos, loaded fries, pleading with you as she tried her hardest to offer you a fried pickle spear that you were insistent on declining on account of all the other fried foods you ate earlier.

You didn’t get a sip of water till you sat down in the stadium seats, twisting off the top of your plastic bottle you basically downed the whole thing in one sitting.

Mutton busting was always a fan favorite, sweet little kids with ridiculous names like Gunnar and Zadie holding on for dear life as their crisp white sheep zips through the arena. The family of one of the kids sat right behind your group, hooting and hollering as their little TrudyMae was one of the last girls still holding on.

“Wanna go to the concession stand?” Your sister’s unexpected whisper startled you, whipping your head around to playfully glare at her.

“Yeah of course I do.” You smacked her shoulder and got up, swinging your leg over the empty seats in front of you.

Down at the concession stand, you both got a cup of cheap beer.

“Why does this literally taste like ass?” Madison exclaimed as you started walking away from the booth, her face wrinkled up as she leaned over to steal a sip yours, disappointed to see that it tasted the exact same. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at the lonely ice cube swimming in the yellow liquid, it indeed tasted horrible.

“I dunno, makes me wonder why everyone gets it.” You laugh, looking around at all the people around you also holding the clear solo cups.

When you made it back to the stairs, a handsome man was standing at the top. He smiled at you under a thick mustache, stepping to the side as you climbed the stairs. You smiled sheepishly back, heat reaching your cheeks as he tipped his head towards you, the brim of his cowboy hat covering his eyes.

“Howdy.” He drawled, the gold chain under his button up glinting in the stadium lights.

“Hey.” You replied, almost tripping over your boots as you passed him.

When you were a safe enough distance away, your sister squealed like a toddler, grabbing your shoulder and shaking, “Oh my god did you see that? He was so cute! And he was looking directly at you.” She gushed, and you did admit the interaction did make you lighter on your feet.

Your beer sloshed as you grabbed on to the railing to steady yourself.

Opening your mouth in an attempt to say something witty, you glance up into the stands and your blood goes cold. Perry and his parents were sitting almost all the way at the top, a little blonde girl was sitting next to him, swinging her legs and playing on someone’s phone.

“Why are the Abbotts here?”

Madison stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow at you, “Girl, what?”

“Don’t ‘girl what’ me. I’m just… I don't know, I didn’t expect them to be here.” You mutter frantically as you desperately try to get her to start walking again, the two of you stopped almost directly in front of their section.

She started moving again, pursing her lips, “I thought you were over Perry. You know he has a kid-”

“I am! You know I am. Let’s just drop it, Madison.” You cut her off before she could say anything else, closing in on your section.

Bull riding had already begun, the rodeo clown was running around and clinging onto fences as the bull charged him, the crowd around you laughing hysterically at his ridiculous outfit and his attempts to distract the animal from hurting the rider that got flung to the ground.

You sipped on your warm beer as you watched man after man, not paying attention to the scores or really what the announcer was saying. You glanced over a few times to look at the Abbotts, thankfully a group was always standing in front of them, prohibiting you from seeing them, so you stopped.

“Alright Amelia County, let’s hear it for our local boy, Rhett Abbott.”

Immediately, your ears perked up at the sound of the announcer, promptly abandoning the hangnail you were chewing on in favor of scanning the back fencing to find Rhett.

“He’s gonna be ridin’ Twister, one of the more ranked bulls you're gonna see here tonight.”

The MC’s voice was almost drowned out by all the excitement going on around you, seemingly everyone there for Rhett. As the guys in front of you stood up to watch, so did you, rapidly jumping to your feet to see over them. You did a double take to the side, Maria standing the same time you did, her hands coming to her mouth to project her voice.

Rhett was locked in the chute straddling a massive gray bull, you could barely make out his facial expression with how far away you were. Before he could even wrap the rope around his hand, Twister was already getting anxious and ramming his spotted flank against the metal of the pen.

In the time that it took you to blink, he was out. Truly, it felt like the longest six seconds of your life. Rhett barely made it out of the chute, Twister bucking and flinging his body every which way.

A gasp left your body when Rhett’s body hit the ground, everyone around you groaning in defeat. Your eyes flicked to the scoreboard and you sat when you saw the results.

“Damn, was hopin’ for a better ride from him.” Muttered Madison, crossing her jean clad legs.

“Bummer.” Chirped her friend on her other side, nodding in agreement. Leaning forward a bit you wondered what Maria would say, waiting for her exclamation. She just looked disappointed, pulling out her phone.

It was time to go home, but you strayed from the group. When you got down from the stands, Madison eagerly pointed you in the direction of the mustached man you encountered earlier, giddy when you finally gave in and said you would try to go find him.

Making your way through the hoards of people, you headed over to behind the arena where the contestants park their trailers. You really weren't allowed in this part of the grounds, but as long as you looked confident, no one would question you. You were certainly dressed the part of a bull rider's girlfriend anyways.

A white straw hat was what you were searching for, which would be pretty uncommon since the weather was getting colder. He was pretty tall too, which made it even easier to spot him when you did, making you instantly smile and start speed walking towards him.

The mysterious man had his back to you, chatting with others who you could only assume to be his friends.

In your hurry to get to him you accidentally clash shoulders with a random man headed opposite of you. In any other circumstance you would stop and apologize profusely, but you were on a mission.

Turning your body halfway, you start side stepping, “Oh my- I’m so sorry, sorry mister!”

You cringed as he gave you a dirty look and waved you off, making you press your teeth together tightly as you turned.

A tuft of weeds in the otherwise smooth dirt path gets under your feet, making you stumble and trip on your own shoes. To make it even worse, you are suddenly met with someone’s chest. You start falling backwards, your arms go up instinctively but whoever you just ran into grabs your forearms right before you fall back on your ass.

“Thank you, god I am so, so sorry sir. I-” You begin to ramble trying to regain your balance. You try to pull your arms back but are met with resistance, looking up in confusion why this man won't let you go.

It’s like in the movies, the whole world goes quiet around you two.

“You're back.” Rhett states, looking down at you. His cheek was already showing signs of bruising and his eye was bloodshot, probably from the face-first fall he took in the arena.

Nodding, your heart quickened at the realization of your closeness.

If he wasn't all muscle then, he sure was now. Rhett was still sporting the longer hair, darker in color but still long enough to curl behind his ears like it did six years ago. He wasn't clean shaven anymore either, the lightest bit of stubble dusting his jaw that you now notice was also bruised up.

“I am.” You confirm, voice trembling the tiniest bit, “Two months ago. I live in Lander.” Long gone was the thought of the other man you were searching for. Rhett’s gorgeous blue eyes searched yours, he had light wrinkles around them and between his eyebrows.

“Why?” Rhett asks like it has a simple answer. He asks it like he’s talking about the weather or how birds know to chirp.

He’s still holding your arms hostage, but when you glance down from his face you find your own hands fisting the thick leather vest he has on.

Looking up, you tilt your head the tiniest bit. His breath fanning out on your face in soft puffs. He smells like sweat, beer, and dirt. It envelops you like warmth on a summer day.

“My dad is uh… he’s sick. So I’m helpin’ my momma take care of him.” It was a lot more complicated than that.

“‘m sorry, I had no idea-”

“It’s okay, how could you know?” Your thumbs rubbed over the leather, the frayed stitching fibers moving up and down with each stroke.

Rhett looked up from your face and at the dying crowd around you, looking like he was searching for something. Turning your face in the direction he was staring, you saw nothing and went back to him.

Every unresolved repressed feeling you had within the last six years pushed its way into your throat, suffocating you completely.

Letting go of his vest, you pulled against his hands, “I gotta go, Madison’s waiting for me.” You whispered, Rhett’s eyes snapping back to yours.

“Just, just stay a little longer-” Rhett starts, furrowing his brow. You shake your head and he finally releases you reluctantly, his palms sliding from your wrists to your hands, letting go finally as his fingertips brush yours.

That was the second time you ran away from Rhett Abbott.

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in which . . . you and a fellow student keep bumping into each other, as if something is forcing you two to interact.

or . . . the first few times guy and honey meet each other, and how their friendship blooms.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, second person pov, pre-relationship guy x honey, honey! reader, flirting, honey is a criminology major and a barista what more could you want, one use of y/n, one coworker flirts with honey, I LOOOOOVE GUY X HONEY SM RAGAGAHAHHHH

you were upset that student accomodation cost an arm and a leg. why did you have to pay over a hundred dollars more to live on campus than just next to it? wasn’t the university getting enough of your money?

these thoughts ran through your mind every time you hopped off the train and had to walk towards your campus. public transport was supposedly used to make your life easier, but the patrons diseased that purpose. the guy who squished beside you on the train wouldn’t get off the phone and kept obnoxiously speaking to his friend about whatever came to his mind. you were trying to make space between the both of you and kept your bag close to your chest. what an idiot…

you were currently rushing to your class that was across campus from the public entry. whilst you left early, the train was late, pushing your travel time to be from the usual 45 minutes to an hour. you were pissed off, to say the least, and it seemed your peers noticed it. every person handing out a flyer had coincidentally looked away from your direction.

“—like editing, your presentation, style, things of the sort.” the professor speaks as she draws up her powerpoint.

however, she stops short at the sound of the door whacking open, you looking breathless in the doorway.

“i—i apologise, i was running late,” you huff out in an embarrassed tone as you fix your shirt, “please continue.”

she raises her eyebrow at you. “well, with your approval, i will.” she turns back to the board and begins to speak more on the overview of the class.

you frantically look around for a spot to sit, noticing how full the class was. the seminar room wasn’t small by any means, and some empty spots were in between two people. what an awkward way to enter the room.

luckily enough, you see a fellow student sitting in one of the back rows waving his hand your way. he has this dumb on his face as he’s pulling his backpack from the seat beside him. taking the signal, you make your way over to the end seat he was gesturing to and hastily take out your laptop.

“nice entrance,” he whispers under his breath as you fix your small seat table, “you looked like a dear in headlights, y’know? and you’re so serious and knit-browed — are you sure you’re in the right class?”

you’re a bit taken aback by his statements and question. as you pull up your note-taking app, you huff, “this is creative non-fiction, right? room GB-204-1A?”

he raises a brow and glances to the back of the room, where the sign read just that. he purses his lips and hums, “you got that memorised in that pretty head of yours, huh? wonder what else—”

“this is an introduction class, sir,” the professor calls out to the boy beside you, making him sit ip straight, “if you know everything i am about to teach that you feel so inclined to speak to our latest arrival, then you may leave.”

“o—oh, no, i’m okay!” he stammers in a nervous rush, “i mean, like, i will stay! not that i know everything, even though this is just the first class and you’re just going over the course outline, i will stay. if you’ll have me. please.”

the professor hardens her gaze before she returns to the class once again.

you’re half-thankful for the professor being a hard-ass, because the student beside you was now shutting up and doing his work. the whole room was doing so until it came to the time to make friends in this class. you were told to take a ten minute break and talk amongst yourselves.

while you were trying to catch up on the work you had missed, the student beside you took it upon himself to continue your conversation from earlier.

“so, why were you late?” he asks as he shuts his laptop, “everyone usually gets here, like, twenty minutes before class so that they can get good spots. not you, though. do you just like all the attention on you, hm?”

you peer over to him with a raised brow. he’s smiling widely.

“my train was fifteen minutes delayed.” you say flatly.

he nods his head, waiting for you to go on. your fingers continue to type along the keyboard.

“i haven’t seen you in any of my core classes,” he claims, leaning towards you, “i’ve had all of them this week. are you just now realising that all the money you’re puttin’ into this course is real and that you should probably start taking things seriously? that’s so real, i can totally understand that. hey, maybe we—”

“this is just an elective for me.” you cut him off.

“ooh, so you’re not a little word wizard like i am, then,” he chuckles, “what’s your deal? you seem really left-brained, y’know, and putting up a cold front. maybe inside you’re all warm-hearted and sweet.”

“you’ve known me for an hour, and i’ve said less than 30 words to you,” you point out, “and if you’re asking what i’m majoring in, it’s criminology.”

“what? so what are you doing here?”

“criminology falls under the this bachelor, so i picked this elective to try and get a break from my core work.” you explain as you mindlessly type.

“oh, that makes sense. so this is the only class we’d share this semester. what a pity; these people would kill for a dynamic like ours.” he thinks out loud.

“i… i guess?” you murmur as you glance at him.

he gives you a smile. the small gesture is a bit weird after what he just said, but you go back to working like usual. he tries to talk your ear off the whole time until the break is over.

when the class ends, you pack up your things and leave promptly. the student sitting beside you noticed this and rushes to do the same.

“h—hey, wait!”

you’re putting your second earbud in when you feel a tug on your bag. you look back to see him again. “what is it?”

“oh, scary,” he mumbles under his breath, “i just wanted to get your name. we didn’t exchange it back there and you weren’t there for ticking off the roll. you were the only one i talked to in class, so we’re practically best friends now—”

“we aren’t.”

“—and best friends should know each other’s names, isn’t that right?” he finished with another smile, “i’m—”

his phone is ringing in his hand just as he goes to speak. he stammers before answering. you stand there awkwardly with your earbud in, ready to play music. you could leave right now and get something to eat before work, but your feet are stuck in the ground. maybe you felt bad about trying to leave…

“right! i’ll be there right away, rosa!” he says before he ends the call and turns back to you, “i’m sorry, i know i held you back, but… my job just asked me to come in. right now. a few seconds ago. it’s getting pretty busy and—”

“i don’t need an explanation, you can just go.” you say as you shrug your shoulders.

“oh yeah. i’ll see you next week, stand-offish person!” he waves at you as he rushes passed to make it to his car.

you only let out a sigh, put in your earbud and continue to listen to your music as you head to the campus foodcourt area. on the way there, you pass the noticeboard, where you desperately searched for a place closer to campus to live. most of it is about student accomodation on school grounds, which you’ve completely ruled out already, but one flyer stands out. it’s fairly new, and there’s a phone number on the bottom to contact about a three bedroom apartment that was a five minute walk from campus, saving time and money.

you hastily type the number into your phone and send a short message introducing yourself and your interest in the apartment. as you continue to your destination, you get a text back. the person, kayla, was telling you to come by in the next few days to check the place out. you thank kayla for the opportunity and decide on a time.

today seemed hopeful.

the next day, you come home from work with a huff of tiredness. living with your parents did help you save money, but the travel was agonising. if the train wasn’t late, it was cancelled all together, or it had a platform change that made you miss it. you loved tour parents, and they didn’t mind you staying during studying, but everything else screamed at you to move out.

“sweetie, i’ve ordered dinner already,” your mother says from the living room as you change clothes in your bedroom, “it’ll be here in a couple minutes, okay? my wallet’s by the door.”

“yeah, okay.” you call back as you stifle a yawn.

as you take your time studying, a knock at the door comes to your attention. you walk downstairs to grab the food, passing your mother setting up the table. she thanks you for getting the delivery.

the door swings open and you glance up to the man holding the food.

“hi, delivery for—…” the same student from your elective class is staring back at you, blinking in surprise before a smile breaks out on his face, “it’s you! the—the, uh, stand-offish person! wow, what a coincidence, huh? i didn’t know you were a fan of max’s. i can’t believe i didn’t recognise you.”

“you’re… the pizza guy?” you mumble out with a tilt of your head.

“well, yeah, but you can just drop the ‘pizza’,” he chortles as he shrugs his shoulders, “i’m just ‘the guy’. as in, that’s my name. ‘guy’, just ‘guy’, i mean. why would my name have a definite article?” he lets out another nervous laugh as you stare at him. “these are for you.”

you take the boxes from guy and place them on the table beside you. “thanks, uh, guy. how much do i owe you?”

he’s staring at you and you can feel it as you take the wallet from the key plate. he can’t help but trace your features where you looked so much calmer now than yesterday. he’s glad to have run into you again.

“hello?” you hum.

“oh, well, uh… nothing,” he clears his throat, “it’s… on the house. or in the house, you could say. i mean, how else would you get your dinner, am i right?”

“i have to pay for this, dude,” you say as you pick up the receipt that came with the food, “$35.70.”

you’re shoving two twenty dollar bills into his hand and clasping his fingers around it. guy blinks at your warm touch and how you give him a once-over in his uniform. he fixes his hat on his head and straightens on the hem of his shirt.

“keep the change, pizza guy.” you say, giving him a half-assed smile.

“really?” he widens his eyes.

‘it’s less than five dollars’, you think to yourself.

“yeah.” you hum as you hold the doorknob.

“thank you, that’s, uh… thank you,” he tells you with a grateful smile, “you’re very sweet.”

“like honey.” you sigh.

guy lets out a small chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck. you hold your stance for a second before you begin closing the door, muttering out another ‘thanks’.

the door shuts in his face.

he stands there for a few seconds, face warming up in the 6pm wind. you were intriguing, in a way a lot of other people weren’t. he was good at reading people, but he just couldn’t with you. granted, this was only the second time you’ve met face to face. after taking in a deep breath, guy bounces back to his car with a wide smile, returning to work.

“here, thanks for dinner.” you say as you place the boxes on the table.

“did you know the delivery person?” your mother asks as she hands you a plate.

“we’re in the same elective class,” you state while pulling two glasses from the cupboard, “i sat next to him yesterday.”

“ooh, is he cute? does he like you?” she jokes.

“he talks a lot and it’s a bit distracting,” you sigh and pour the drinks, “but he seems to have good intentions.”

you mother studies your face a little before she hums, nodding her head.

the next few days pass by without anything major happening. lots of studying and lots of working. you had gone over to see the apartment, and it was in good condition. kayla seemed to be in a bit of a frenzy, telling you that not a lot of people were calling back to sign the lease. you wondered why that was, since this was a great spot for students. you were sure that you would move in, with all the benefits it had for you.

today, you were scheduled to work the opening to closing, 8am to 6pm. your car was parked outside beside your coworker’s, and the sign was already flipped. while the cafe didn’t get too busy all the time, fridays were always busy.

“oat latte for peter,” you call as you place the cover over the cup, “have a good day.”

you turn back to the coffee machine to ready the next order. your next coworker would be coming in at 12pm, so one of you could go on your thirty minute break. it was getting a little hot, being in front of the machine so much. your store’s coffees were good, but you didn’t think so many people would be coming in to have it all the time.

as the orders begin to calm down, you take to clearing the tables and washing some dishes. a sigh leaves your lips as you stretch your arms over your head.

“hey,” your coworker says as he pops his head around the corner, “wanna’ take your thirty now? tina should be coming any minute now.”

“yeah sure,” you reply as you wipe your hands on the towel, “i’m grabbing lunch.”

you peel your apron off and hang it on the rack before grabbing your jacket and pulling it over your shoulder. as you leave, you pull out your phone and your earbuds to listen to music. there was a sandwich shop you liked to visit on the corner of the block, which is where you were heading right now.

when you feel a tap on your shoulder as you go to open the store door, you furrow your brows and glance over. it’s him.

he’s saying something that’s getting drowned out by your music. you carefully take an earbud out.

“—oh you didn’t hear me, haha,” he laughs to himself as you stare at him, “it’s nice to see you again. do you remember me? i’m the pizza delivery guy that also happens to be in your creative non-fiction class! y’know, the class you were late for and then happened to see lil’ ol’ me and sat next to me.”

“yeah,” you respond as you enter and guy follows you, “uh, what’re you doing here?”

“i’m on my lunch break right now,” he claims, “i like this spot, makes the best chicken pesto sandwiches, oh my god, they’re so good. i didn’t think you could even make them into sandwiches, i thought they were just pasta. it’s not even my favourite pasta, though, pesto. i just really like it as a sandwich. my favourite pasta is—”

he continues to ramble as you uncomfortably stand in line waiting to order. when it’s your turn, guy halts his speaking. then it’s his turn. but right after that, he’s standing with you as you wait for your food. he continues on about his likes and dislikes and you decide to put your earbuds away. not really because you were interested, but because it seemed rude to listen to music when this oblivious man was trying to talk to you.

when you get your sandwiches (at the same time, no less), he sits with you.

“so, honey, what are you doing here? other than eating such a delectable sandwich with such delectable company such as myself.” he chuckles out with a grin.

“—‘honey’? wha—” you scoff, “i’m on my lunch break too.”

“woah, what a coincidence!” he says, “it’s like you ‘n i are linked! do you ever think about that? how the universe makes people meet up so that they can be friends and always hang out and probably give your number to—”

“are you following me or something?” you sigh as you put your sandwich down, “i see you everywhere, at my own house.”

“‘following you’? no! of course not, why would i follow you?” he gasps dramatically, “i am but a humble man, asking for just an inch of your attention — a crumb, if you so allow it! i swear on my little life that i have no ill intent! isn’t that weird? no one believes in fate anymore and j will prove that it’s real one way or another.”

you raise a brow at him as you take a sip from your drink.

“how will you do that?” you muse.

“oh, i don’t know, is this not proof enough?” he gestures between the two of you, “the two of us, honey—”

“that’s not my name—”

“—we’re already starting up our own evidence file, right? i’ve seen you more than any my friends in the past week, which means that we are besties now. we should be getting to know each other now. what’s your favourite piece of media that has been so incredibly overwhelmed by the male gender that it’s, against the creator’s wishes, conformed to such ideals? i would say american psycho but that’s such a basic bitch answer.”

you blink at him slowly, wondering how he’s managed to eat half of his sandwich already when he’s been doing all the talking. you bite into the bread and listen to him absentmindedly. this was saving you phone battery, at least.

a few minutes later, he’s somehow moved on to talk about how you live pretty far from campus.

“yeah, i know, i’m… trying to make up for it.” you exhale heavily, “what about you? i know max’s pizza probably delivers everywhere around dahlia.”

“well, i live just about the same amount away from campus too, just the other way,” guy says, “trying to find a place closer so that i can just get up and go. or go to all those campus parties and get fucked up and just pass out straight away, no regrets. no, actually, i would definitely regret that, it sounds like literal hell to get pissed drunk and then go to class the next morning. mmm, i’m getting a headache thinking about it, owie…”

you shake your head, trying to steer the conversation back. “oh well, uh… if you’re looking to move out—”

“oh my god, are you proposing to me?” he giggles.

“—there’s this place next to campus that’s offering one more spot,” you say, ignoring his question, “i took a look at it and i’m probably gonna’ take the offer. it’s a good looking place, and the other person seems to be needing some roommates, like, now.”

a genuine smile begins to crawl onto guy’s face. when he realises it, he clears his throat and covers his mouth. “that’s… actually a really good idea. you’d take me as your roommate?”

“you make it sound so formal,” you deadpan, “i’m just putting the offer out there.”

“it’s a good offer! i’ve been so busy with work that i haven’t even begun looking for places around campus,” he admits to you, “but yeah, i’ll take a look."

you nod your head and sit in peace for exactly three seconds.

"can you send me the address? and the person i'd have to contact?"

"huh? oh, yeah okay," you respond as you take out your phone, "what's your number?"

"ooh, moving fast, are we? you're so smooth, i knew you were into me, i can always tell. it's in the look of your eyes, you're always switching between staring at my own gorgeous eyes and looking at my lips which means that you're waiting for the right moment to kiss me!"

"it means i'm waiting for you to shut up."

"oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he mumbles out.

you roll your eyes, but can't hide the smile on your face at his stupid comments. guy lets out a small laugh as he plays with his sleeve.

"you really are as sweet as honey, you know that? not everyone would be as nice as to offer up a place to live! you’re a saint, you need your name on a plaque, a statue in your honour! oh, i could write you a biography! hire me when you get famous!” a huge grin is plastered on his face now.

you roll your eyes a little as another smile taunts your lips. “so you’re a writer, huh? what do you write?”

that seems to send him off the deep end. you spend the rest of your break listening to him talking about his most recent work. you don't end up remembering much about what he was saying, but you know for sure that he'd happily tell you about it all over again. you hear about his book that’s in the works and the main character’s goals, the setting and the major plot points. you have to admit, it intrigued you; maybe you’ll take a look at some manuscripts of his.

the next time you see guy outside of class is your move-in day. you gave your mother a big hug and waved goodbye as she drove back home from your new place. you only had a couple of things left to bring up, boxes by your feet. kayla was out at the moment, handing you the key as she passed you. thankfully, it was a day off and you had the whole day to settle in.

as you pick up one if the boxes, you hear a call of your name.

“been a while, honey,” guy claims as he exits his car, spotting the cardboard by your frame, “ooh, special day! so you ended up signing the lease? that’s so exciting, i hope that one day something this magical could happen to me. perhaps… today?”

“what’re you doing here?” you question whilst you heave the box of pc parts.

“kayla said i could come over to go over some contracting stuff, all the legal things, y’know? boring, boring, blah, blah, blah,” he moves his head side to side while he speaks, over exaggerating his tone, “forgot you were, uh, moving in today! do you need a hand?”

“oh, uh…”

“ugh, how stupid of me! a true gentleman should just help when he sees it is required!” he claims as soon as he picks up the box of textbooks.

you thank him as you enter the apartment building. leading guy into elevator, you scoot to the side to make space for him. he humps his shoulder with yours.

“oof, some heavy stuff in here. not that i don’t think you could carry all these yourself, honey. i think you can do a lot,” he reiterates with a grin, “and i, uh… think you got plenty of attributes, if y’know what i mean, uuhn—”

you nudge him in the ribs with furrowed brows and an embarrassed expression. he lets out a loud laugh.

“shut up.” you scoff.

“hey, it’s a compliment! meant to make you feel nice!” he jokes around as the elevator door opens, “i mean… there are other ways to—augh!”

he bumps into your shoulder as you turn to the apartment and take out your keys. you choose to ignore his comments and head inside.

“my bedroom’s the farthest one to the left. you can just put that box on my bed.” you say, closing the door behind the two of them.

he gives you an ‘okey-dokey’ before travelling down the hall. you place the keys on the bench before going after him.

“woah, you got the nice sheets!” guy claims as he places the box on the floor instead and jumps onto your double mattress, “ugh, it’s so comfortable. we need to swap beds, honey.”

“hard pass,” you grumble out and tug the back of his jacket, “off my bed, you’re dirty.”

“oh i know, uuhn—”

you put your box on the desk and open the window, letting fresh air waft through.

“kayla’s room is the one closest to the living room and kitchen, so you’ll be across from us. the bathroom is right in front of your room, so that’s pretty good,” you explain, “i thought you’d appreciate the bigger space for your… bookshelves or something…”

when you turn around to grab your textbooks, you see guy’s devilish grin on his face. you pause.

“what?”

“how did you know i was gonna’ accept this offer before today, huh? or, and stay with me here, honey, did you just… oh well, i don’t know, perhaps… hope that i did?” he shrugs his shoulders as he sits up and swings his legs off the side of the bed, “aw, honey, were you wishing that your perfect, amazing, fabulous man would come swoop in and save you? always rely on me to make your life exciting! i can picture it now, the hot new show revolving about guy and honey — the deep, brooding softie honey, and the charismatic, ever-loveable and quite talented and handsome guy! what whacky stuff will this duo get up to today? stick around and find out!”

you roll your eyes with a scoff, “you’re stupid.”

“i make up for it by being sexy.”

as you try to organise your textbooks in your shelf above your desk, guy continues to talk. it’s not long til kayla returns and she and guy get to talking about the apartment again. you take your time fixing the rest of your belongings, carefully listening in through your open door.

it sounded like guy was moving in for sure now. you let out a sigh of relief; thank god the third roommate isn’t a complete stranger.

a few weeks later, you’re at work and the store’s died down a little. you’re thankful for the break in pace and begin to clean the coffee machine.

“hey, y/n,” your coworker says as he sidles up beside you, “i wanna’ ask you a question.”

you glance over your shoulder and hum, “yeah?”

“we’ve been friends for, what, two years now?” he says, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the counter, “that’s a pretty long time.”

“yeah, i think that’s about right.” you pay half a mind to him as you fill up the coffee grinder again.

“mhm. got me thinking — we’ve never hung out together. outside of work, i mean.” he claims as he fixes the coffee cups.

“that’s not true. those work dinners that tina organises, i always go to them.” you retort with knit brows.

“that’s not what i meant,” your coworker chuckles nervously as you wipe your hands on your apron, “just us two.”

you stop on your tracks and stare at him, suddenly so aware of how close he was standing to you. his smile was gentle and he seemed a bit nervous.

“are you free anytime soon? i’d love to take you out, my treat.” he hums with a hand on his chest.

your coworker was nice to you and others. he was pretty cute, and he didn’t do anything that make you think he was a bad person. but you just weren’t feeling attracted to him. you had no idea why.

“would you like to go out together?” he asks for confirmation.

you swallow your nerves and look to the ground. “uh, listen—”

then, you hear the door open.

“hi, honey!” guy calls obnoxiously as he enters the cafe with his laptop bag over his shoulder, “how’s your day so far?”

you blink at the sight of him as you move to the register, further away from your coworker. you pretend not to notice the way his smile falls upon guy’s greeting.

in all honesty, you’ve grown content with the nickname. it started off a joke between the two of you, but soon it was like guy forgot your name as a whole. you’re too far into knowing him that you decide not to ask about it.

“hey, it’s pretty good. steady day,” you reply, fingers dancing across the pos machine, “what’re you doing here?”

“thinking of working on my manuscript, and where else to do so than in the company of the most adoring, bright, kind-hearted, never ever ill-willed person i know!” he cheers with a big smile, “when do you go on break? i’ll buy you lunch.”

you glance at the clock on the wall and purse your lips. “probably in an hour, unfortunately. but thank you for the thought.”

“aw man, i guess i just gotta’ stick around ‘til then. my poor honey, forced to work while i’m in your presence, in all my glorious beauty.” he lays a dramatic hand over his heart in faux pain.

you roll your eyes with a short laugh, “idiot. what do you want to drink?”

he orders his usual coffee for dine in, pays (secretly with a staff discount but you never tell him) and takes a seat by the window, shoving his headphones on. you watch as he fumbles with the zipper of his laptop bag until he finally releases his device. when he notices that you’re still watching him, he makes a face and blows a kiss your way. you blink at his action and pretend to swat it away, making him laugh.

“so…” your coworker clears his throat, “who’s that?”

you turn back to him as you take out the oat milk. “oh, uh… that’s guy, we have the same seminar this semester.”

your coworker sidles up beside you as he grabs the coffee mug and plate. “that so? he seems… nice, i guess.”

“why do you say it like that?” you huff, raised brow.

when he realises your tone, your coworker shakes his head. “u—uh, nothing. i’ll make this one, can you grab some more napkins?”

after giving him a look, you decide to go back to the storage room and grab the napkins like he asked. you return a few minutes later to find your coworker cleaning the coffee machine and guy drinking his coffee. however, when he sees you, he turns away. you furrow your brows.

“did you make it right?” you ask your coworker as you check that the oat milk was used — it was.

“what? his coffee? yeah, of course.” he scoffs with a confused smile.

“like with the extra foam?”

“i—yeah?”

“and the hazelnut?”

“yes, yes, i did,” he places his hands on your shoulders and chuckles, “relax, dude, it’s fine, he’s loving it, look.”

he gestures to guy, who was already looking back to you. when he’s been caught, he continues to sip his coffee and turns back to his laptop.

“see? he seems nice, it’s not like he’s gonna’ write a bad review or something,” your coworker claims as he leans against the bench and releases your shoulders, “so is he your roommate? he said you two live together.”

“oh, yeah, we’re roommates now. he moved in a couple weeks ago.” you state as you lazily wipe the marble tabletop.

“that’s cool.” your coworker sighs out.

the two of you continue to work for the next half an hour until the next worker comes in and you leave for your break. guy’s just about finished his coffee, trying to drag it out, it seems. when you take off your apron and walk towards him, he closes his laptop and tucks it away.

“ready for lunch?” guy grins.

“let’s go.” you respond.

you two are walking to the sandwich shop when you pick up on his change in demeanour. he’s quieter right now, and he’s staring at the floor.

“what did he say to you? the other person i work with?” you question after about five minutes.

“oh, do you mean the incredibly nice and definitely not threatening or secretly in love with you coworker you have? that person?” guy responds, “nothing at all. he gave me the wrong order and then told me he was gonna’ ask you out so i should probably ‘lay off’.”

he has a hint of annoyance in his tone when he says that last part. you don’t speak on it, but you hear it.

“i’m sorry, i think he was trying to ask me out before you came in.” you sigh with a shake of your head.

“r—really?”

“yeah. he’s probably just confused or something. he’s not usually so hostile.”

“duly noted.”

you peek at his expression — still a bit upset.

“hey, it’s fine, don’t listen to him, if he knew you better i’m sure he’d love you,” you nudge him in the side gently as you speak, “i got a job on campus at that cafe you took me to. i won’t be seeing him for a while, i think.”

“yeah?” guy hums out as a small smile moves onto his face, “i can’t believe you’re willing to relocate for me, a little guy, who’s just feeble and a small spec in the universe, in your universe. gosh, i must be so special. you must have a soft spot for me. ‘cause i got a hard one for you, honey, uuhn—”

“gross.” you joke back and hold the store door open for him.

he laughs along with you, heartfelt. you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders as he does that.

having him as a friend and roommate was starting to look good. he’s cook, you’d clean, kayla would… be somewhere.

a few months later, one very early morning, at around 2am, you woke up to guy knocking on your door, asking to sleepover because of the scary movie you forced him to watch. you rolled your eyes and ended up preparing a makeshift bed on the floor for him, your hand hanging off the side of your own bed so he could hold it while sleeping.

guy would come home with pizza ready for you after your shift at work. a big smile plastered on his face and all as you walk through the door, tired, and he shoves the box in your face.

when the two of you have class together, he makes you two breakfast and you make sure everything is cleaned up and tidy before you leave. you don’t wear your earphones on those days, the silence being filled with guy’s talking.

you didn’t mind at all, not that you’d outright say that to him. he’s gotten more words out of you than you think any other friends from university have. guy was different; he was kind and thoughtful.

and you realised, six months into living together, that you had a huge crush on that stupid pizza delivery guy.

#redacted audio #redacted audio x reader #redacted audio x listener #redacted audio guy #redacted audio guy x reader #redacted audio guy x listener #redacted audio honey #redacted audio guy x honey #guy x honey #kiwii // redacted audio

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Fleetest Melancholies 4.

Alex turner x ex!fem actress reader

read part 1-4 (pinned)

word count: 3.9k+

Summary: the confused apologetic angsty aftermath of Alex and his past lover falling asleep together causes an even more angsty reaction but yearning for the win this one is toooo cute in the end

Warning: cuss words, angst, proofreading later

As the dawn broke the setting felt rather unfamiliarly pleasant. Comfort of last night’s events seeping in as y/n arose out of her sleep with the soft white light of the day cracking in through the windows. A grey day like always of the grassland, no sun in sight just the monotone clouds filling in white in place of the gold of sun. With the casual accepted absence of sun y/n was also reminded of someone else’s absence in her bed.

Her eyes held the exhaust of all the crying she had done yesterday and the act of crying herself to sleep however she remembered more than just crying to sleep. Then recalled the arms that held her when she did so, Alex who as starkly absent as of now. It wasn’t even that late in the morning yet, seeing the disheveled bedsheets beside her and the extra pillows which spoke that someone had been there y/n still had to think harder to perfectly recollect if Alex was actually there. The entire scene came back to her bit by bit, slow and profoundly comforting even after everything. Yet she still doubted if it was a dream or if she actually lived through that. Can’t be a dream can it? She could still feel the warmth of his embrace, she could remember what he said.

She quickly took the covers off of her, getting out of the bed in a few strides she reached the bathroom of her hotel room, Alex wasn’t there. Shrill disappointment was creeping in, making her doubt the truth she had lived through. Running her hands through her hair she came back to the bedside area, finding Alex’s jacket draped over the armchair. Oh. She wasn’t deluded. There was a trace of him and what she remembered happening. Intimate in the most saddest way and in the morning he was gone. What a wretched scene in retrospect, she felt hugely embarrassed with herself. The fact that she broke down in front of him only for him to run away.

There was a small voice in her head of humiliating optimism which told her reasonings for Alex’s absence. Perhaps something urgent came up, so that he headed to leave without as much as a word. No text on her phone either, with such heavy disappointment weighing on her she got ready for the day. Attending the hotel breakfast in the hopes of running into Alex otherwise after yesterday’s scene she was to avoid the crew as much as possible.

Expectant eyes searching for Alex in the dining hall during breakfast and she saw almost everyone but him. “Morning!” Richard exclaimed as soon as he spotted here there, sounded casually cheery but still a lot for the actress. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah” y/n said with a small huff at the irony of it, she must’ve had the best sleep last night if only she were in a probable state to comprehend that serenity.

“I have a good news!” He said as he tagged along with her to the nearest table. Seemingly excited to tell her whatever it was.

Correlating his excitement to some advancement in the editing clip or maybe the location, “what is it?” she asked.

“Alex left.” He informed her with a dramatic sigh of relief, after the misery scenario yesterday, what one would consider highly unprofessional. Alex may have left out of embarrassment or to save his face, which is what Richard inferred. But whatever his reason he knew that shooting would be so much easier since they didn’t have a salty man killing everyone’s vibe.

“What?!” She nearly yelled and lowered the shock in her voice, “what? What do you mean?” She asked in a more supposedly composed voice but the horror was evident on her face.

Richard was left so confused with her reaction because he assumed she would be the most delighted with this news, “yeah he went back, first flight this morning.”

“Oh he went back?! All the way back?” The disappointment seeping into her voice was so intense, superficially processing the situation she felt somewhat hurt.

“Why are you acting weird about it? You wanted him gone since your first day here.” Richard added, a sense of exaggerated dread in his tone as he tried to go back to hers.

Extremely engulfed in disappointment the actress didn’t even try to hide it, for a second she felt like being hit by a truck. “He left without a word” she muttered, referring to herself.

“No, he told me he was leaving. Keep him in the loop for the rest of the video and stuff” Richard said relaying the conversation of Alex not leaving without a word but he couldn’t understand why that would bother her. After what happened yesterday he’d assume y/n would want no words from the man. “What’s going on?”

She calculated for a second whether she should enlighten him about what happened or not. Probably shouldn’t, it’s over sharing and borderline non professional but again Richard was a close friend and she was in the thickest of feelings right now. “We slept together last night.”

The colour from his face drained, Richard’s eyes widened and brows raised as he tried to digest that information, “Were you not provided enough oxygen during your formative years as a baby or are you somewhat insane?!” As her friend, he couldn’t accept this at all. How could she just let the man walk all over her twice in the same week in two different ways. “I am going to strangle you-“

“No no Richard no-listen” she interrupted the burst of shock and rage in him instantly “It’s not—wait I phrased it wrong. We didn’t sleep together, we just slept together. Co-sleeping if you will.”

As he adhered that Richard was somehow even more irked, “What the fuck? What did you have to do that for?”

“He came to my room to apologise, for yesterday and I was crying and it was messy, we didn’t even kiss I promise he just held me and we fell asleep.” She explained herself how you would to an extremely conservative parent “And in the morning he was gone but he left his jacket.”

“Wow…” Richard had to take the whole scene in with a deep sigh escaping him. It sounded more like a hostage situation to him than a souvenir but he wouldn’t say that to his friend at this very moment given her fragile mindset towards the situation. “Somehow that’s kind of worse? You didn’t fuck him and yet you got fucked.”

“Richard” she said joining her brows together and said that in a jarring tone “it’s not that bad! I’m not fucked, he just purposely left his jacket for reasons unknown and it’s somewhat unsettling to feel—“

“You are fucked.” Richard said shaking his head and took a huge sip of his water, he had to down this information with something “the worst kind of fucking, like with an invisible dick, a metaphorical gigantic-“

“I get it!” She exclaimed stopping him from relaying more examples on her to compare how badly she was supposedly ‘fucked’.

“How do you feel about his jacket?” He proposed elbows on the table, several ways to look at this situation and he was getting more interested.

“Entertained.” She joked with a little giggle at her own joke which did not seem to land well enough with her friend.

Nudging her elbow in a rather forceful way to throw down sense onto her, “Idiot!”

“He could have also forgotten it there…” trailing off she feigned a wondrous look as though that could be true.

“Forgot?” Richard scoffed “everybody knows Alex is not random nor forgetful with his jacket or his girl.”

“I’m not his girl.” She corrected him and expressed a disapproving sentiment to that statement.

“Said the girl who slept with him and didn’t even fuck hi-“

“Alright that’s enough.” She stood up from her place to leave and get ready for the day given the conversation was getting to the point where she didn’t like to be retold facts to.

—

A week and no text. A month snd no reach out. Agonising, awful stack of days just endlessly awaiting something that couldn’t be put into words or even in thoughts. She was hoping Alex reaches out, perhaps for his jacket, perhaps for that night, perhaps for it all. Why would he though? When did it even become such big of a deal? He just apologised for being a jerk and held her to sleep. There was no telling if he did or did not leave before morning.

But he left his jacket.

The godforsaken jacket held so much hope for a sinking ship, it was becoming an ordeal. Blaming herself for walking all over everything they had she did not deserve the fragment of this want. Felt like a freak trying to get a scent of him through his jacket so she ran it through her washer once and shoved it in her cupboard with the pile of other stuff she had out for donating to goodwill. He did not reach out for his jacket, but that was just a way she wished he’d re-enter her life. But he did not and she could not so this will be the end of it.

Or so she thought, she had bailed from the music video screening. Even though her best of friends from the team and people she had worked with for years would be present she bailed saying she had come down with fever so she would not come across Alex. She had promised herself to make this the end of it otherwise neither could move forward in any sense, rebuilding the same roof in the same rain, making their place flood again and again. There was more a plight to their situation given she wasn’t fully clear as to what she wanted in retrospect. Being better now than she was yesterday did not equate to being proper or well enough. Adding Alex to her routine of hyper fixated meals, he would change that, he would make her try something new everyday. Off of the anti depressants she would face thorough evaluation through him like she were a test subject and he did everything out of so much love she couldn’t risk being suffocated again. Even if he promised to not do that, it was her biggest fear she would fall down the same spiral again and he would be there to witness those pieces.

Packing up for the day as she put her dishes in the sink the doorbell surprised her, this hour? As she reached to open the door, confetti blew in her face throwing her off and it was Richard and all her friends on their team. “You thought we’d just let you have a pyjama party of one if you didn’t show up to the screening?” Richard exclaimed and hugged her as everyone came in, commenting her praises for her work in the music video, basically they had all just transformed her place into a mini party get together so she could be included in the celebration.

“Thank you so much!” She hugged Richard again after receiving everyone’s greetings. There was an unsaid understanding between Richard and her that she purposefully didn’t attend the screening because of Alex.

“Don’t mention it!” He said, Richard would be damned if his best friend missed a celebration of her fine work for her ex so he brought the party here.

“So then this is an after party right?” One of the friends asked as everyone was settling into her apartment, it was a spacious place and not that many people anyways.

“Absolutely!” Exclaiming, rejoiced with the inclusion and idea of not missing the party even if she were in her pyjamas. Room full of people she loved for friends and colleagues, couldn’t be a better place to live through.

“This could also be called a double party because of her nomination!” Ella said as she was settling the food and beverages they’d set into plates by y/n’s kitchen counter.

“Golden globes baby!” Another one said with enthusiasm and the cheers went on and on again. She wasn’t going to attend nor win and she did not have the heart in herself to tell them that and create a pity party in here so she just rejected that thought and embraced everyone’s congratulations like she would have two years ago.

As the night went on, someone was pinged as to location of the after party and they invited as it is. “Yeah I’ll just text you” was the phone conversation. “Wait we need you pick up some more snacks and drinks on your way here, text you that as well—Bye Alex”

The name alarmed both Richard and y/n at the same time, no way he was actually going to go through it. A silent understanding through nods to the side and both of them stood up and met at the quiet corner, “it had to be some other Alex right?”

“Not at this party I don’t think so” Richard said in a hushed tone seeming to appear collected, at least on the outside. “He has to know you live here right?”

“You think he will ditch it if he knows that?” Y/n questioned and as much of a coin toss decision maker Alex was he was also extremely unpredictable to foresee his actions.

“He has to?” Reached asked, it wasn’t a mutual break up and since she lived with him before this, he had to at least know how well settled or safe she was in with her new place. Not in the context of today’s situation but back when they broke up Alex wouldn’t grow un-protective over night now would he?

“I think my dad told him at some point” she shrugged thinking it all through with the possible chances of Alex actually showing up.

“Your dad?” Puzzled her friend was somewhat taken aback.

“Yeah they kind of kept in touch or something but Alex has never showed up at this place” there was little to no faith in her reaction of Alex did or did not show up because both were rather a heartache to reflect upon.

“Look it’s already late if he would get here it would be half an hour maximum” Richard tried to bring the time angle into the ordeal.

“I could just hide in the bathroom till then” The idea popped up and seemed extremely well thought and a great idea to her, confrontations were awful.

“You can’t be serious-“ even before Richard finished that sentence the frantic lady was out of his sight.

Despite their poor judgement and better hopes Alex did show up at the ‘after party’. Small smile, life or the party fitted in almost perfectly. There was no room Alex Turner would walk in and feel out of place. He camouflaged in social circles like wallpaper on matching paint. So, naturally the habituated wallflower was on the hide out until everyone or at least Alex left. Richard kept on giving him timely updates in the same 40 or so minutes everyone had before wrapping up.

When the knock on the bathroom door wasn’t signature Richard knock she assumed everyone had left, as for others who did have to use one there was another one down the hall. Leaning off the sink she opened the door to meet with Alex, her lips pursed and colour in face nearly drained. “Alex-!”

“You…” he trailed off in no hurry to make way inside or move past to let her out. Alex didn’t seem as phased or as awkward she did with the sudden encounter. “I didn’t expect to not see you here at all, here you are”

“Funny” she spoke trying to hold to her wits and maintain as collected sense in her tone as possible.

“Very funny considering this is your house” he pointed out, leaving no escape of conversation for her. Dragging her away from awkward ordeal she considered this interaction to be.

“Yeah I just-I had to throw up” she told him the closest accordant story that came to her mind on spot. “I’m somewhat sick”

“But didn’t you say you had the flu?” He questioned, both of them still at the entrance of her bathroom and Alex was rather comfortable leaning against the wall.

Was he keeping tabs on her? “It’s a sort of evolutionary flu.” There was full confidence stretched in her voice with little to no mistrust in her lie. At least for her.

Alex saw right through her and he made no effort to not let it show, “Evolutionary flu is it?” He scoffed.

“Didn’t you want to go?” She moved out of his way and with difficult past him where he leant on the doorframe, he didn’t even move as she made past him the proximity for the smallest of fragment made the interaction rather tense, for her.

“Ah no I just wanted to check out the place” he shrugged and uncrossed his arms leaning off of the doorframe, he could tell she was somewhere between blushed and unnerved. “Wasn’t invited to the housewarming party.”

“—There was no housewarming party.”

“Yes there was” he said affirmatively, not in a sense of correcting her but in a more tone, “Your dad told me.” Alex had no shame in flaunting his ever unchanging likeness that her father had developed for him.

“Oh of course” She scoffed and wanted to roll her eyes at him but did not want him to make more a scene out of the situation, “Not weird at all!” Something about the fact that he kept tabs on her life through her dad eased and crossed her at the same time.

“It is not his fault he didn’t break up with me and erased me out of existence” He taunted, never subtle. She moved past him with a wince at that taunt, he followed her back to the empty living room.

Seemingly everyone had left, “Don’t, alright. Don’t.” She huffed occupying herself with trying to tidy up the living room so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.

“You never called.” He reopened the conversation they were supposed to have when he was ‘bullying her’, the conversation they were supposed to have the morning he left behind only a trace of him being his jacket.

“You never called.” She emphasised on ‘you’ but their timelines of referring to calling each other were completely different. It didn’t take her to specify that for him to understand when she was referring to.

“You asked me to leave” Alex stood his ground taking small steps around her as she paced about to instantly clean the whole space, the determination seemed as if she wanted to clean the place off him too.

“And you left!” She exclaimed in frustration as she put the stack empty glasses back on the coffee table, the action matching up to her frustration.

Alex was now finally meeting her eyes and his confusion was evident, “I did what you wanted! You are making no sense…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“You know exactly what I am referring to, I asked you to leave when you humiliated me in front of everyone, when you bullied me the entire process of the shoot but then you came to my room and apologised and soothed and held me to sleep and the next day you were gone without a word!” She let out all her anguish in poorly put together words.

“I left my jacket so you would reach out!” Alex exclaimed standing his ground, he knew it was unconventional to leave something non-sentient behind in the most sentient parts of their relationship but it wasn’t traceless or out of no thought. “I wanted you to reach out on your own terms I left how you wanted me to, out of your workspace and I regret what I did during the process I really do, it was immature and selfish again I’m really sorry. But you cannot pin it on me that I didn’t call.”

“You are here to pin it on me then?” She asked, even though his words made sense and his valid reaction seemed more than valid she didn’t want to pan it out as understandable because it wasn’t.

Alex stared at her, a silent contemplation in his head as he let a beat pass “I am here to tell you that I am still in love with you.” He said as if the simplest fact, “I had to let you know and I had to see you, I knew you didn’t attend the screening party on purpose how you didn’t reach out for the jacket just how you didn’t reach out after our break up and that was difficult.”

“No no no no-“ she shook her head inhaling a sharp breath, looking around once again feeling cornered in the big living room. “No you can’t just-“ it was too simple for him to admit that, too simple to say it out loud and expect her to digest. She made her way out of the coffee table passage and he followed the movement.

“ I can’t what?” Alex inquired even though he knew what she was trying to convey. He gently took her hands into his trying to steady her from moving around, also the feel of her fingers within his.

“We can’t do this again” She told him shaking her head, somewhat afraid to meet his eyes with those heavy tides of optimism and hope of rekindling hazardous flames.

“Why not?” Hesitantly he took a step forward but she didn’t pull away. Accessing him to further lean a bit to force her to meet his gaze.

“Alex” speechless as she met his eyes, inhaling sharply she paused. Gently placing her hands intertwined with his onto his chest faintly clutching his shirt as he got closer to her, hypnotised under his gaze as the tension around them seemed to spring away.

Alex could feel time slow down, he felt a softer hand at life with his intertwined in hers. A strange serenity of gentle adrenaline rush coursing through him when he followed her eyesight down to her lips, “maybe we are going too far” she said softly a voice barely above whisper.

Unmoved from his stance or gaze he asked, “we are not going anywhere” fixing a loose strand of hair on her face he mirrored her gentle tone. “This is exactly where I want to be”

“How do you find it in yourself…?” She questioned in the weight of a curious moment of heavy certainties. “To still love me, after everything?”

“Because of what I find in you. You have a fascinating mind and a gentle heart which holds mine as much as yours—even a difficult moment with you is the one I recall every moment until I see you again. I’m accustomed to loving you, you don’t need to feel the same but on most days loving you is all I know-“ before Alex could conclude his answer y/n crashed her lips onto his and he continued the answer within the kiss of same, if not more intensity. Wrapping his arms around her pulling her even impossibly closer. The embrace he’d reminisced this entire time was back to him.

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Sorry for late update let me know if you want to be tagged for other parts! Drink water ILY

Next part is crazy and angst is on fire pls don’t kill me

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sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff · 7 months ago

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13 days 'til Christmas - Prompt: Mistletoe

Made for Ikemen Advent, hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady.

Word count: 700

Crown x reader, secondhand embarrassment, dubious consent kiss, no editing

You hummed to yourself as you hung up the holly.

“Thanks, Ellis,” you said as he handed you the last of it and held the ladder as you climbed down.

You admired your work. Victor wanted to give the staff of the castle a break. So he started decorating himself, and you and Ellis volunteered to help.

“You did a good job,” Ellis said with a soft smile.

“Thanks.”

“Everything looks wonderful! You both were amazing helpers.” Victor waltzed up to you. “I’ve never seen a better decorated room.”

A smile spread across your face. “Thank you, Victor. I think it’s wonderful that you gave the staff a break. And it makes it more special knowing we put them up.”

He nodded. “I fully agree. I believe they’d all be happy to know how much effort you put in.” He clapped. “Now, time to tell the rest of the cursed boys to come see your beautiful work.”

Victor skipped away before you could say anything. You laughed and shook your head as you started to take the ladder down.

“Oh! This looks so good!”

You turned around and saw Liam come in with Harrison behind him. Harrison glanced around and smiled.

“Not bad.”

“Thanks,” you said again. “Victor and Ellis did most of it.”

You looked up and around at everything they did. You took a few steps back to circle around and take it all in.

“Wait, is that-?” Liam pointed at something.

Your eyes followed his gaze up. You halted to a stop and took a step away to see it.

A hanging plant. That you almost walked under. Ellis peaked around.

“It’s-”

“Yup, that’s mistletoe,” Harrison said.

“Why-?” You started.

“What’s this about mistletoe?” Alfons stepped in with Elbert, wearing a smile on his face. “My my, did our robin step under it already? It hasn’t even been five minutes and you already wanted a kiss?”

Your face heated up and you opened your mouth to say no.

“Hm?” William came in. “Did our robin want a kiss?”

You hid your face in your hands and shook your head.

“Ah, you found it already.” Victor said. “I thought it would be fun to have around this year. Did someone already step under it?”

Harrison looked between Victor and you. “Pretty big coincidence this is the first year you put this out.”

“No, I didn’t step under it,” you blurted out before anyone else could make any assumptions.

“But you almost did,” Ellis said under his breath.

“Would you like to?” Alfons asked, getting a little bit too close until your nose was filled with the sweet fragrance of perfumes.

“I wouldn’t mind being around when you step under it.”

You tried to ignore the blush on your face. “Thanks, Liam.”

“What about me?" Ellis said with an almost sad expression on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind either,” Roger said while grinning. The look in his eyes only made you more self conscious.

Why was everyone coming in now?

Elbert quietly watched. “So if someone steps under the mistletoe I have to…”

“Kiss them,” Alfons answered.

“I see…”

Elbert’s eyes, as deep as the ocean, stared intensely at you. Like they would swallow you up. You forced your eyes away, only to glance back when you still felt it. Your attention was only pulled away when William laughed.

“You were right, Victor. The mistletoe does seem popular.” His eyes softened a bit on you. “What do you think of it?”

You heard a scoff. “Enjoyin’ the attention too much.”

“Excuse me?” you turned to Jude.

He just smirked. “What? If ya didn’t like it, ya would have been a smart birdie an’ left. With everyone surroundin’ ya like hungry dogs.” He came closer and your heart pounded in your chest. “If yer that desperate, I might hafta punish ya myself.”

Your face burned and your heart hammered in your chest. You spun around. “I’m done. Bye.”

Ellis reached out to stop you as you started to march away, and you only realized why a second later.

“Oh-!” Liam’s eyes widened.

You froze when you realized where you stepped. You looked up and sighed. The pounding in your ribcage wouldn't stop. You turned around, and a pair of soft lips caught on yours.

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dnd-writes · 2 years ago

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Looking Up

AO3

Tags: toy!Haseul, master!reader, sexual slavery, public humiliation, masturbation, master/slave, dom/sub, slapping, impact play, humiliation, dacryphilia, degradation, name calling, self degradation, begging, punishment, dub-con?, rough oral sex, deepthroat, choking, gagging, breath play, fear play, biting, floor cleaning, painal, hair pulling, more slapping, emotion play, somewhat/barely edited

Warning: Well, the tags speak for themselves. Lots of generally degrading things plus a bunch of stuff that isn't usually seen in fics (or at least I don't usually see). Also gets a little more harsh/violent than what most people would probably be used to so... yeah, just full of degeneracy so uhh... enjoy!

A/N: Longest fic I've written amounting to just a little above 6k words wtf I didn't even notice (at first, until I started adding random stuff to meet the mark). Honestly I had a vision for this fic in mind which kinda got lost as I made it so if it feels a little over the place or if it bounces from this to that and that to this then I apologize. Also, while writing this, I was also writing the sequel fic somewhat alongside it. I'm not gonna go to detail about it to avoid spoilers but at the end I'll put a poll regarding the sequel so when you're done with this or you wanna skip right to the end then don't forget to vote, thank you!

Being a leader of a group can be tiring enough, what more when there are 12 total members? Everyone in the group looks up to Haseul, she’s so caring and loving, she’s almost like the mother in the group. Always taking care of her members, always comforting them, always being there for them, it can get tiring for her sometimes but the way everyone looks so happy and content is enough of a reward for the struggles she faces having to deal with her 11 girls. They love her and she loves them back.

However, sometimes Haseul wants something else, needs something else, something totally the opposite of her current position in the group. She needs someone to look up to, someone to be her leader, someone to hold her. Haseul found it impossible to ask her groupmates about this problem, she just couldn’t bring herself to talk to them about it, every time she thought she was ready to speak no words came out of her mouth. It wasn’t just embarrassment or fear, there was something in her holding herself back from reaching out, something within her preventing her from telling even the closest people in her life about such a deeply disturbing problem that’s affecting her.

That’s when she realized that even if she told anyone about it, even her closest friends and family, there was nothing they could do to appease that inner desire of hers. That’s when she realized that she needs a complete stranger to fulfill her darkest needs, someone who wouldn’t judge such a need that she has, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to deliver through with her requests. That’s when she realized that it’s more than just having a leader, more than just having someone to look up to, more than just an external force. That’s when she realized that her needs reach far deeper than she thought, not just her mind or her heart but rather her whole body needs it. That’s when she realized she doesn’t need a leader, she needs an owner. She doesn’t need someone to look up to, she needs to look up at someone. She doesn’t want to be someone important, she wants to be nobody. She doesn’t want to comfort, she wants to be hurt.

= = = = =

“What’s taking you so long?” You can see on Haseul’s face that she’s tired from whatever it is she did prior to calling you, she puts on a dainty smile but it’s wiped away so quickly with how stern you sound. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips before finally answering, “Uhhh… I left a little late—” Haseul pulls the microphone on her earbuds closer to her mouth “—Master.” A whisper so faint even you could barely hear it but you didn’t press her to say it louder, public humiliation wasn’t on your agenda today, you have something else in store for Haseul when she finally reaches you, especially after having to make you wait for so long.

“Didn’t I tell you to be here at 4 sharp?” Your tone is gradually rising as you speak and you just see Haseul on your screen sink deeper into her seat out of humiliation.

“But we had—” “No ‘buts’ what did I tell you? I don’t care what you’re doing or where you’re at, if I set a time, you should be here at that time. Maybe I should just call s—”

“NO!” Haseul covers her mouth as she reactively opposes you. Her expression quickly changes to one of panic, both from screaming inside a tiny car and from even daring to go against your wishes. She quickly apologizes to the driver then bows her body as much as she can to apologize to you. “I-I mean… do whatever you want, Master. I am sorry.”

If there’s one thing to describe Haseul it’s determination and she wants nothing more in the world than to have your gaze to be solely on her, just the mere thought or mention of any of your other toys makes her desperate to the point where she goes against everything else, goes against her “code” just to keep you to herself.

You check your list of schedules and it seems like Haseul is the only one available for at least two more hours, so even if you wanted to give her emotional pain, the best you could really do is bluff. Not that it would matter to Haseul, she will believe any word you will say—the real problem is with your needs, without Haseul or any other toy, you’ll be left alone and sexually frustrated.. “Fine.” Just one word is enough to make Haseul bounce joyfully in her seat then immediately after she puts a serious face on, ready to follow any order you give her even from inside a taxi.

You didn’t really intend on doing it but given that you don’t have any other toys to play with at the moment, it will have to do. “What are you wearing?” you ask and Haseul simply extends her arm and angled the phone at her body, from seeing a view of just her face to everything but. A black camisole and jean shorts, a very typical outfit for her. Nothing too special about it aside from lots of skin and slight curvature of her chest along her tight top.

“Take it all off, play with yourself.” Although she’s in a stranger’s car, Haseul doesn’t hesitate to follow orders. You see her unbutton her shorts then not-so-elegantly shimmy them past her hips, it is a struggle enough having to remove them with her ass in the way but using only one hand while seated in a car makes it even harder. This isn’t the graceful strip tease Haseul hoped it would be, her smile weakens and you can just see the panic slowly start to build up within her. You’re simply watching her and yet the prospect of disappointing you acts like surveillance on her entire being.

Haseul forgoes visual for speed but ends up grunting just a little too loudly, she freezes for a split second, looking over to the front before resuming her poor attempt at an elegant show. After a tedious couple of seconds, Haseul finally manages to get her shorts past her hips and it smoothly sails down her legs and onto the floor. What’s left behind is her shaved pussy, wet and ready for any debauchery you plan to bring upon her.

She lowers herself in her seat, trying to conceal herself as much as possible from the driver and potentially from other cars who might just peer through the window. As opposed to her shorts, her top and bra lift over her chest with ease, revealing her full round breasts to you—above her mounds you can see faded black ink spelling out the word “SLAVE” just beneath her bunched up clothing, still not fully erased from yesterday’s session.

Haseul spreads her legs as much as she can then sticks her ring and middle into her snatch. She chooses not to go fast so as to not alert the driver of how she’s defiling his vehicle but you have other plans. “Cum for me, Haseul. Before you get here I want you to cum in that seat.” Haseul’s eyes widen from nervousness, this is the most humiliating thing you’ve asked her to do ever since you strolled her around naked in the middle of the night but her calling to serve and obey you stands above all and not a second later her eyes glitter with resolve.

Haseul ups her pace while trying to be discreet as possible, with one hand holding the phone and the other busy with her pussy, best she can do to not be noticed is to bite her lips down and hope the car is loud enough to drown the wet sounds emanating from fingering herself.

If traffic is how it usually is like other days then that means Haseul only has a few minutes to complete her task so you sit back and wait to see how Haseul approaches this. What makes this even funner is seeing the struggle on Haseul’s face as she tries to get herself off in subpar conditions—only slightly comfortable, not able to moan, not having her tits played with, and not having your cock in her makes it so hard for her but Haseul’s determination keeps her going, that and the fact that she doesn’t want to upset you.

By the second it’s getting harder for Haseul to maintain herself, her lips start to part every now and then, sometimes she catches herself mid-moan and bites down on her lips to quiet herself, other times they slip right past and cause such lewd sounds to fill the dead air. You smile seeing your toy so obedient and Haseul flashes a quick smile in return of your approval of her. Your smile seems to trigger something else in her as you see her chest start to heave faster and her fingers to pump harder, your effect on her is huge even if all you did was curl your lips upward.

She adds her index to the mix and by now she’s slowly starting to lose herself to the heat of the moment. Her eyes slowly start to close and her mouth stays wide open. You can even start to hear her fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy together with lewd squelching, her moans start to get louder too as she slowly forgets about the situation she’s in. You wonder what’s going on in that head of hers but you decide not to disturb her lest you break her concentration.

Total ignorance of her surroundings as Haseul treats her digits like a cock wanting to cum deep inside of her, her pussy leaks so much that it coats her hand and the seat in her own juices, her moans turn to shouts of passion as her hips grind against her hand. You notice Haseul starting to arch her back and her legs closing around her fingers, she’s close and you both know it. Maybe she will be able to do something that pleases you for once today.

That is, until the car comes to a complete stop. You look out of your window and there you see the taxi and you can kinda see Haseul still going at it inside. It’s only when the driver clears his throat that she notices she’s at her destination “Ma’am… ummm, we’re here.” Haseul’s eyes go completely wide as she looks forward at the driver’s seat but the shock of finding out that the driver sees her in such a state doesn’t compare to when she looks at her phone to see your blank stare. You let out a sigh and shake your head. “Just pay him well for his troubles. Leave your clothes there, I’ll meet you inside.” Your deadpan delivery is like a knife through her heart, you can see Haseul on the verge of tears just by talking to her like that.

Haseul takes out two yellow bills from her wallet and hands them to the driver using her clean hand. “K-Keep the change,” she says as she bows profusely before exiting the taxi. You see Haseul step out of the vehicle in full nude, the neighborhood isn’t that packed with houses spaced far enough apart from each other but hopefully a neighbor or two gets a nice show of a busty woman running up to your house.

Haseul tries to greet you with a warm smile but the disappointment on your face makes her want to ball up in shame. You take her bag and throw it across the room, Haseul’s face is full of fear, not from the potential damage to her belongings but with how you stare her down. You grab her by the neck and pin her against the wall, Haseul immediately starts to choke and her hands involuntarily rise to meet yours but make no attempt to pull you off of her.

“I told you to be here by 5, not 5:30 but 5.” Your free hand rises and comes crashing down straight onto Haseul’s cheek immediately leaving a bright red mark on it. “Master, we—” The back of your hand meets her other cheek, for you it stings a little as you make contact but you’re sure Haseul gets the worse end. “Excuses, excuses, excuses. Don’t you bullshit me with any of that.”

“What’s this?” You point at the word still tattooed to her chest “Can’t even clean yourself properly?” Another offense, another slap. “And you can’t even cum when I ask you to, you’ve disappointed me thrice today, before even setting foot in my place. Three times, Haseul, just be thankful no one else is around or else I would have sent you away by now.” Another backhand strikes Haseul and tears start to stream down her face. “If you ever disappoint me again today, I’m calling someone else in. I’m gonna tie you up and make you watch as I fuck someone else and call them my favorite toy.”

You let go of Haseul and she crumbles into a sobbing mess on the floor, she kneels and holds onto your legs, crying and begging. “I’m sorry, Master. I-I’ll do anything, be anything. Treat me like a whore, use me how you see fit.” It’s such an empowering feeling having such a respected woman like Haseul be on her knees with her ass hanging higher than her own head and completely belittling herself for your own pleasure.

Haseul stays put, not moving an inch from her position if not told to. You bend down and caress her ass, your hand travels down along her spine and meets her head where you grab a handful of her long black hair and tug her upright. Haseul’s face is such a mess, one side is reddened while the other is slightly bruised.

You pull your pants down and bring your cock out. Before Haseul can even ready herself, you’re already pushing yourself past her lips, showing no remorse as you completely sheathe yourself in her mouth. Haseul chokes and gags repeatedly, spewing spit out of the corners of her lips faster than tears can come out of her eyes.

You grip the sides of Haseul’s head and repeatedly slam her face against your pelvis, she coughs every time you hilt and it’s just one of the most pleasant sounds you’ve heard all day. You don’t stop to even consider her well-being, not even giving her a chance to adjust herself or at least prepare, sometimes you even forget that the thing you’re using is less of a thing and more of a living breathing human-being.

Haseul keeps eye contact with you, through the pain, through the tears, her stare says a lot. Her stare tells you to keep going, to not stop, to give her the punishment she deserves.

There’s no love, no care, no sympathy, no passion that goes into every shove you make against the back of her head. It’s all just anger and lust powering your hands and hips, just all the stress and sexual aggression expressed with the way you make Haseul take your entire length inside of her mouth. However, it’s not enough, you need more, Haseul needs more. Simply using her head like your own personal fleshlight isn’t enough, not degrading enough, not dehumanizing enough. This isn’t even entirely a punishment, it’s just one of Haseul’s many duties as a toy dialed up to an 11.

You pinch her nose closed and Haseul’s teary eyes begin to resonate with fear once more. Instantly you begin to feel her throat tighten as she struggles to breathe through her mouth. She tries to breathe in some air when your cock has mostly gone out of the way but then you just thrust in again while Haseul is inhaling and she chokes more intensely than before. You didn’t think her mouth could have been any better but here you are now, enjoying the best blowjob you’ve had in a while from someone nearly about to pass out.

Haseul lightly taps on your leg to give some warning but rather than slow down you just speed up, giving her less room to get oxygen. You begin to feel the rise of an overpowering sensation but at the same time you start to see Haseul’s eyes slowly closing. You quickly pull out and Haseul heavily gasps for air, mouthing a silent “Thank you” as she looks at you with grateful eyes.

After a few huffs you thrust back inside while Haseul’s in the middle of taking in some air. She chokes uncontrollably and it only serves as intense pleasure for you as her throat constricts you harder than any other body part of hers could manage. You pinch her nose again while keeping your other hand firmly on the back of her head. You start to thrust your hips in time with each slam of her head, ridding whatever sense of care you have left for her. With the added pressure around your girth it didn’t take long for you to start erupting inside Haseul, the first few bursts went straight down but you made sure that the rest pools up on her tongue.

You pull yourself out and Haseul collapses again, this time on her side. She holds her neck as she coughs wildly, spilling a lot of spit and cum in front of her. After, she lays quietly on her side, mouth open, drool dripping, making an absolute mess on your pristine floor. You grab Haseul’s bag and rummage through her belongings to find her phone then you start taking pics of her pathetically lying on the ground. “Aww, look at you, so pretty down there.” You then get close to her face and take close-up shots of her disheveled face with all the different liquids covering it. “This one looks perfect,” you say as you change her wallpaper to one of the pictures you’ve taken, replacing the one from the previous session which was her mouth full of piss. You take a few more pictures of Haseul from different angles before putting her phone aside.

Finally done with your fun, you nudge Haseul with your foot, “Get up, clean your mess.” However, Haseul doesn’t budge so you tap her with your foot again, “I said clean your mess, don’t make me ask a third time.” You can tell that she’s listening to you with the way she tries to move her body but fails to find the strength to move. Growing impatient, you take matters into your own hands. You roll her over on her stomach and press her face against the cold tile, immediately you can hear her mouth sucking away at the spill she has created.

As you leave Haseul to work like a makeshift vacuum, you kneel and turn your attention to hear rear, raised high up to be presented just for you. Her legs shimmer under the light, covered in a fresh coat of her own juices, you glance and confirm a wet stain on your floor where she once knelt. You slide two fingers across her slit and gather up her nectar. You give it a little lick then give an unamused sigh, it’s still that same salty taste with a bit of sweetness. Not nearly as delicious as any of the others you have tasted, maybe you should start controlling her diet too, you make a mental note for yourself for the future

“You haven’t came yet, right Haseul?” you ask as you stick the same two fingers inside her cunt, Haseul squirms at the sudden invasion of her entrance. “N-No, Master,” she momentarily stops cleaning the floor to answer, there’s a hint of hope in her voice, perhaps longing to finally climax ever since her escapade in the taxi. But you have no plans for that, instead you push her head back down, “Keep it that way. Since your pussy has disappointed me already today, I think I’ll use your ass. If you cum before I do, well let’s just say I won’t be happy about it.” You give her a spank as you chuckle, a sick and twisted game for you to enjoy and for her to suffer through. Haseul’s body tenses up and her rim puckers as you mention the last line, she was close to release prior to her arrival so keeping it in for longer would be a pain. “Yes, Master, I will.” The pain and sadness is evident in her voice, trying her best to keep it together.

You line yourself up and instantly push through into her sphincter, the two of you groan out loud as it proves harder to penetrate Haseul’s ass this time around. You can feel Haseul tightening herself up, creating a grip so strong it rivals that of her air-deprived throat. Continue to push, dig your fingers into her flesh as you pull her hips towards you. Grunt as every inch gets slowly devoured by her ass, slowly but surely you make your way deeper and deeper until you feel her skin touch with yours. It feels tighter than her mouth but that’s all it’s got going for it, doesn’t have the choking sensation of her throat, the wet and rough feeling of her tongue, or the warm embrace of her lips. If you could fuck her face the way you did earlier all the time then you would do it but what you want is to harm her, not impair her.

You keep yourself still and bask in the effort of Haseul squeezing herself around you but other than that, there’s nothing else except for the sounds of heavy breathing. You tug on Haseul’s hair and lift her up, on the floor remains some of the mess she had made prior but regardless it remains. You pull her so that your mouth can reach her ear then you whisper, “Didn’t I tell you to clean that up already?” You lick the back of her ear then bite on it, Haseul shouts in pain, if you bit any stronger you probably would have made it bleed. “Y-Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I will do my job,” she says frantically. You slowly lower her but halfway down you let go and let her fall, Haseul barely catches herself just in time to not faceplant on the ground.

As she starts lapping the floor up like a thirsty dog, you feel her ass unclench every now and then. It seems like having her focus split between a degrading task and a mind-numbing condition is too much for her to handle all at once.

You begin to slide out slowly, then back in, then out, then in. Finding a relaxed pace to start with, you aren’t entirely cynical, you want to see Haseul succeed in at least one task you’ve assigned her. You continue to pace your cock in and out of her ass while listening to a cycle of moans, heavy breaths, and sucks coming from way below you.

Sing a tune in your head, gauge the passing seconds. Count the time in your head but without a clock you couldn’t really be truly sure, has it been a minute? Maybe two? Three? Did you sing too fast? Too slow? Regardless you start counting down from sixty, mentally giving Haseul one last minute to see if she can do it. You’re rooting for her, really, it’s a little sad seeing Haseul fail so many things in so little time, it’s unlike her. As much as she voices out how much she deserves punishment, she much prefers serving and obeying every command and order you give her.

“Five… four… three… two… one…” Time is up for your human mop. You pull out completely then tug her hair back forcefully. You look over her shoulder to assess the floor, you’re happy to see that it’s clean—but as you look closely, you see just a few drops of white still staining the ground. Haseul gasps as she notices it too, you turn to her and she breaks down crying. “I-I’m sorry, Master, I failed you. I don’t mean to disappoint you like this, p-punish me, hurt me… I-I deserve this for being so useless.”

You smile as you hear the sweet and delicate words escape Haseul’s lips, it really is an invigorating feeling, having all this power over someone, having so much influence over her that even simple changes in your expression can make or break her.

You let go of Haseul and stand. Unprompted, she turns around and kneels by your feet, a predicament she’s found herself countless times in the past that she no longer needs to be told what to do. She keeps her hands on her lap, her eyes closed, and her face pointing up at you.

You had a different plan in mind for her but this alternative would suffice, you wouldn’t turn down such an offer especially when it’s presenting itself like that, only a madman would pass up such an opportunity. And besides, nothing wrong with giving a little something extra. After all, it wouldn’t hurt anyone—well, anyone besides Haseul.

You cup the side of Haseul's face, soft and delicate to the touch, pristine skin ruined by hints of abuse made by you and you’re only going to make it look worse. It’s a shame really, a pretty and elegant face like hers reduced to an outlet of anger and disappointment. But you couldn’t really care less, in fact it uplifts you to see such beauty defiled and you take immense pleasure being the sole cause of it.

Haseul’s breath begins to hitch, the anticipation getting the best of her, a torture in and of itself. She’s not used to this, having your hand be this close to her face without even as much as a sting let alone having it be touched so gently. You can’t help yourself, normally she’s a crying and begging mess by now but that extra second of staring at her makes you pause in your tracks. You feel your heart skip a beat as both your hands move to touch her face, brushing her cheeks, fixing stray hairs, wiping away spit and sweat. Haseul opens her eyes, staring back with a mixture of hesitation and awe.

“Master—” Inquisitive and confused, Haseul looks at you like you’re a complete stranger “—please, punish me.” Her words bring you out of your daydream, slightly tearing something within you in the process, a part of you that you never knew existed in the first place. Haseul doesn’t want love or affection, she’s here to atone for her sins, to serve her master, to look up to someone much higher than her. For a second you lost track of that, for a second you saw her in a different light, saw yourself in a different light. But no, that’s not what you’re here for nor is it what she’s here for.

You shrug off all unwanted feelings and focus back on the matter at hand. Though you hesitate, your brief moment of longing strikes weakness in you. Haseul begs with her eyes as she kneels on the ground, awaiting the punishment that you’re becoming too scared to give. Haseul takes your hand and puts it on her cheek. “Master, please.” You close your eyes as you wind your arm back, channeling your energy as you take a swing at Haseul’s face. Your hand connects and the slap echoes in the vicinity, you open your eyes to see Haseul with a bright red mark on her, crying silent tears as she continues to present her face. A part of you dies but another feels alive, the surge of adrenaline rushing through your body as you savor the sight beneath you. You take your arm back again, this time without hesitation, and deliver another slap right in the same spot, Haseul’s cheek glowing red from the harsh treatment.

You turn her around and kneel behind her, quickly resuming your position earlier—a hand gripping the roots of her long hair and another at her side. You put Haseul’s arms behind her back then outstretch your arm so that she’s right above the spot she missed on the floor, a constant reminder of her failure just staring her in the face. You line yourself back up to her rear entrance, “Remember, don’t cum before I do.” Haseul frantically nods her head as best she could, even before you finished your sentence, wanting to just get it out of the way and straight to the action.

The remainder of Haseul’s spit that coated your cock has long dried out by now, but that’s not really a problem for you to deal with.

You spread one of her cheeks as much as you can to see the ever familiar hole looking at you and to make it easier for the both of you. Her rim already looks a little sore and red, you plan to make that better. Again, the initial push has some troubles as Haseul clenches herself, this time however, you aren’t going to go that easy on her.

You push inside slow and steady but once the head has fully disappeared, you ram the rest of your length inside of her ass. The dry friction of her anal walls makes you groan but that doesn’t compare to what Haseul is feeling. Her scream almost splits your ears as you plunge your entirety within her. Her whole body tenses up from how sudden it was, you give her half a second to adjust before pulling out just enough then ramming back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in, only this time you’re going much harsher, much harder, much faster. Reducing Haseul to mere grunts and moans as her dry entrance greedily hugs you.

Only after a while does Haseul find her voice again. “It hurts! Y-Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Harder… harder, Master. Make it hurt more. Punish me like the bitch that I am!” The words just flow naturally out of her, profanities, moans, and whatever other degrading name just spew out of her mouth like it’s nothing. Haseul is truly in her element—pain and punishment, nowhere else have you seen her with such drive and energy.

You do as requested, digging your digits into her side as you pound her hard. However, you find your grip rather unsatisfactory, with one hand holding her head up, having just one on her hip isn’t doing the job you want it to do. You adjust higher and higher on her body until your hand is pulling down on her shoulder. Your nails dig into her skin and your hand grips the base of her hair with all your might, each earning their own screams of pleasing pain from Haseul.

Haseul’s in her element, perhaps a little bit too much. You start to notice her letting loose and succumbing to the pain and pleasure. Her ass adjusts and unclenches while her body goes limp and surrenders its weight to your hands. You aren’t even close to cumming yourself, you can only imagine where this will end up.

“I’m so close… Master, I’m so close, please…” In between moans, Haseul utters breathless warnings of her coming orgasm. You try to open your mouth but by then it’s too late, before even a single sound escapes from your lips, Haseul’s has made plenty. “FUCK! Oh, fuck! Master… I’m… ahhh—“ Her legs quiver and give way, leaving her entire weight to be held up through your two hands on her upper body.

Another mess on your floor, another order disobeyed, another punishment waiting to be given.

You pull out then pull Haseul by her hair towards you, forcing her to kneel down and face you head on. The sudden sharp pain pulls Haseul down from her high and the horror returns on her face. She slowly shakes her head as tears pour down once more, whispering between heavy breaths, “No… please… I’m sorry… Master, forgive me…”

“You can’t cum when I ask you to and then you cum when I tell you not to,” you say disappointedly, you send a quick text on your phone as you shake your head. “How many is that now, five? At least five times you couldn’t do what I told you to do? What happened, Haseul? You were doing just fine yesterday.” You simply sigh at Haseul who looks on with pure terror in her eyes opposing your rather blank stare.

To you it’s all just a game, all just pleasure, but to Haseul it’s way beyond that—it’s worship, subservience, servitude. You couldn’t really care less who is kneeling down in front of you with the multitude of toys that you own but to Haseul, you’re her one and only, the only master she serves, the one she devotes herself to.

“Did you have a change of heart all of a sudden, are punishments the only thing you want now? Because that’s not that hard to give.” Your arm swings wide and your palm connects with her face, so strong it almost toppled her over. “See? It’s so simple. If that’s all you want then all you have to do is tell me, I don’t mind.” Your other arm mimics the same motion, equalizing the redness on Haseul’s cheeks.

Haseul just shakes her head, “N-No, Master. I… I wish to serve and follow you. But… punish me when I deserve it and right now I deserve to be punished, Master.” Haseul closes her eyes and braces herself for another hit which you gladly give, this one stronger than the previous, this one sending her falling to her side. Haseul catches herself then gets back to position, raising her head while on her knees, presenting her face to receive another slap.

Slap after slap befalls Haseul, her cheeks get redder and redder with some parts a deeper shade of red than her pale lips. You’ve lost count of how many slaps you have given by now but it’s gotten to the point where your palms start to sting. But no matter how many times you slap Haseul, no matter how many times she falls down, she remains relentless. Even with tears rolling down her face, Haseul doesn’t hesitate one bit to get back on her knees and present her face. That’s what you love about Haseul, the persistence she has even in the face of pain and disappointment, she keeps pushing through, all just to please you. But unfortunately for her, the amusement you have gotten from her tenacity doesn’t amount to the dissatisfaction she’s earned throughout the few hours you’ve been with her today.

You continue to release your pent up aggression through your palms connecting with her delicate cheeks but no matter how many you’ve given and how many you continue to give, it just isn’t enough. As much as you like to use Haseul as your outlet, the sheer amount of displeasure she’s given doesn’t make it as satisfying for you. No matter how strong or how often, it still never seems to be enough, it’s gotten to the point where the problem has outgrown its source.

You start to wind your arm back when your phone starts to ring. “I wonder who could that be,” you say rather rhetorically with a smirk on your face, the once lifeless and weak Haseul suddenly springs up as she hears the call incoming, dread and anxiety loom over her as the implication of your words mean anything but good news. “I’m sorry, Haseul, but today I’m just starting to doubt you. Thankfully there’s someone here who can help me fix that problem of yours.” You answer and on the screen pops up a very, very familiar face to the both of you.

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kiko8900 · 3 months ago

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Fandom:

DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Characters:

Mark Beaks, Emma Glamour (Disney),(mentioned) Falcon Graves

Additional Tags:

Physical AbuseBlood and InjuryVerbal Abuse

Language:

English

Stats:

Published:2025-04-12Words:2,225Chapters:1/1Kudos:1Hits:4

Should have done it from the start

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Summary:

I always wondered what happened after Louie's eleven? Like with Mark beaks and Emma glamour. It must've been anything BUT good...oh no

Notes:

⚠️ BLOOD WARNING ⚠️

If there is any grammatical errors, let me know in the comments I couldn't edit it 😭

I would draw art to go with it but I wasn't born to draw🥲

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Everything felt so still.

The music died and the flashing lights had faded. The once crowded hall-room of chatter and applause to those who would perform vanished and had been replaced with complete silence. only the echoes of the party remained, lingering like ghosts in the empty space.

Half-empty glasses were scattered across the tables, the faint scent of perfume and expensive champagne still clinging to the air. Everyone else had already left.

Mark beaks sat on the steps, he hadn't really moved from this spot since it was revealed he bought his mothers phone from Falcon Graves. He didn’t really have anywhere to go to. His hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, his jaw tight. His feathers still bristled from the energy of the night, but it wasn’t excitement keeping him wired—it was something heavier.

Across the room, his mother, Emma Glamour, stood near the bar, swirling a glass of wine between her fingers. She hadn’t left with the others. Of course, she hadn’t.

She was watching him. Studying. Calculating. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

Then, finally—

"So." Her voice sliced through the air, cool and sharp as a blade. "That was quite the little… spectacle."

Mark didn’t answer. His grip in his pockets tightened.

Emma took a slow sip from her glass, eyes never leaving him. "Tell me, Marcus—was THAT supposed to impress me?"

Mark’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into his hoodie pockets, he felt his nails biting into his palms, but he didn’t care. He didn’t look at her. Didn’t move.

She took another slow sip from her glass, savoring the moment. “But I’d have to admit,” she mused, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the bar table, “I expected some embarrassment. Maybe even a little shame. But instead you're just… sulking”

Mark exhaled, looking away from her. “Yeah? And whatdda expect?” His voice came quieter than he intended it to be, but his voice was still laced with bitterness.

Emma tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh, I don't know. Maybe for you to finally grasp what absolute disappointment you are.”

She gestured vaguely toward the empty ballroom, where Mark's hover-board was sitting looking disheveled from the aftermath of its burning. "Did you think this little stunt of yours would make you look clever? That people would see you as some brilliant mastermind?"

Mark’s feathers bristled, but he stayed silent. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

Emma hummed, setting her glass down on the bar with a soft clink. She took a step closer. "It was pathetic, Marcus. Absolutely pathetic."

His breath hitched. The words struck like a slap, but he forced himself to keep still. Keep quiet.

Emma, of course, noticed. She always did.

She smiled. "Oh, come on. Nothing to say?"

Mark swallowed hard. His head dipped slightly, eyes burning holes into the floor.

Emma scoffed. "No witty comeback? No desperate attempt to prove yourself? Hmph." She shook her head, turning away slightly. "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You always crumble the moment things get real." She then turned with her back facing him, pouring another glass.

Mark’s hands twitched. His throat felt tight.

He knew where this was going.

It was always like this.

And yet, no matter how much he prepared, no matter how many times he told himself it wouldn’t get to him—

It always did.

Mark barely breathed. The silence stretched, pressing against his chest, thick and suffocating. He could feel Emma’s gaze on him, the weight of it heavy, like she was peeling back every layer he had, searching for the weakest point to sink her claws into.

Emma took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine, her expression unreadable. Then, finally, she spoke.

“You know what I don’t understand?” Her voice was smooth, almost bored, but Mark knew better. “Why you even bother embarrassing yourself like this.”

Mark’s feathers bristled, but he kept his head down, his fingers twitching in his pockets. He could already feel the familiar ache forming behind his eyes, the way it always did when she started talking like this.

Emma swirled the wine in her glass, her tone growing sharper. “All that effort. All that scheming. And for what? A burned-out hoverboard and a shattered reputation?” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Pathetic.”

Mark’s jaw locked.

Emma sighed, setting her glass down with a deliberate clink. “I mean, honestly, Marcus. Did you really think you could fool everyone? That people would look at you and see anything other than what you are?”

Mark stayed quiet.

Because he knew what was coming next.

Emma’s voice dropped, slow and cutting. “You are not clever. You are not impressive. You are not—” she gestured vaguely at him, as if he was something distasteful “—anything”

Mark exhaled through his nose, staring hard at the floor, his vision blurring at the edges.

Emma took a step forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “But I suppose that’s always been the case, hasn’t it?” she mused. “No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you��ll always be nothing more than a desperate little boy, grasping at something just out of reach.”

Her voice softened, but not out of kindness. No, this was worse. It was that sickly-sweet, condescending tone. The kind that made his skin crawl.

“I mean, really. You bought my phone?” She let out a light, cruel laugh. “What did you think was going to happen, Marcus? That I’d be proud of you?”

Mark’s hands curled into fists inside his hoodie pockets. His nails dug into his palms, sharp enough to sting, but he barely felt it.

Emma’s expression remained cold, indifferent. “You have NO ONE, Marcus”

The words cut deep. They always did.

Mark squeezed his eyes shut for half a second, trying to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. He couldn’t let her see. He wouldn’t let her see.

He forced a breath, forced himself to smirk, even as his chest tightened. “Y’know… for someone who doesn’t care, you sure have a lot to say.”

Emma’s expression didn’t shift, but something in her eyes flickered.

Then, she smiled. A slow, dangerous thing.

“Oh, Marcus.” She let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

She leaned in just slightly, voice lowering to a near whisper. “I love watching you fall apart.”

Mark inhaled sharply.

There it was.

There it always was.

Mark’s heart was pounding now, his entire body tense, and all the words he’d been holding back surged to the surface. The tears he fought to keep buried, the frustration, the rage—it was all mixing in a vicious storm inside him. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“Shut. Up,” he spat, his voice hoarse with the weight of the emotions. It was quiet at first, but sharp, cutting through the silence that Emma had maintained between them like a jagged knife.

Emma didn’t flinch, not even for a second. Her eyes held a glint of something—amusement? Contempt? It didn’t matter. She was waiting for him to break, and now she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

“I said shut up,” Mark repeated, louder this time, his voice trembling with the force of the words he was struggling to contain.

But Emma only smiled, her lips curling into that cruel, knowing smirk. “Why, Marcus? You can’t handle the truth?” she taunted, her tone cold and condescending.

His hands were shaking now, his body trembling as the weight of everything crushed down on him. The sting of her words, the way she just...dismissed him, it all became too much. The silence between them felt suffocating, each second like another weight pressing on his chest, dragging him under.

“Just... stop,” he pleaded, but it barely came out as a whisper, too weak, too broken to have any power. He wanted to get up and leave, but he was rooted to the spot. Every part of him screamed to get away, but he couldn’t. Not when she was still standing there, her words swirling around him like a hurricane, dragging him deeper into the chaos.

But Emma wasn’t done yet. She leaned in closer, her voice sweet like poison. “You know, Marcus,” she started, her words slow and deliberate, “It’s almost sad, really. You think you can win me over? That buying my phone will suddenly make me see you for what you want me to see. But it won’t. Nothing ever will.”

Mark’s breath hitched, and that was it—he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His chest tightened as the heat of anger burned through him, and in one swift motion, he slapped her drink from her hand.

The glass hit the floor with a sharp crack, red wine splattering across the polished tile like blood. For a moment, everything went still again.

Emma looked down at the broken glass, then at her soaked hand. Her brow lifted just slightly. “Huh…”

Mark didn’t wait for the next cruel remark.

Something snapped.

He Lunged forward.

“SHUT UP!”

He slammed into her before she had a chance to react, and they both went stumbling back. Emma’s heels skidded across the floor, her wine-slicked hand reaching out instinctively—but there was no grace in the fall. No composure. They crashed into the bar table behind her with a thud, bottles rattling on impact, and then—

They hit the ground hard.

Mark landed partially on top of her, his breath knocked out of him as they both sprawled across the floor, tangled in the aftermath of it all. For a second, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the sharp sting of impact, the echo of their bodies colliding.

Emma groaned beneath him, not out of pain, but more like disbelief. Or rage. Maybe both.

Mark didn’t move.

He stared at her, wide-eyed and shaking, chest heaving.

He hadn’t meant to—had he?

But something in him refused to feel guilt for it. Not yet. Not after everything.

Emma’s lip curled slowly, and her eyes burned into him with something more dangerous than fury.

But Mark barely flinched. He grabbed her wrist and shoved her back. “You think you can just say whatever the hell you want to me?!”

“I can,” she hissed, eyes blazing. “Because it’s true.”

Emma pushed him again—this time hard enough that he stumbled, and as soon as he did, she followed it up with a kick to his shin. It wasn’t graceful, but it made him grunt in pain, and it threw him off just enough for her to grab a handful of his hoodie and yank him forward again.

He grabbed her by the wrists, trying to pry her off. “Let—go—!”

“I should’ve done this years ago!” she snapped, forcing him off balance.

The two of them staggered, grappling like two animals—nothing clean about it, nothing elegant. Just raw, ugly rage. Mark’s hoodie bunched in her hands, and his feathers were a mess, sticking up from her clawing fingers. He tried to wrestle free, but she struck him again—her palm colliding with his jaw this time, sending his head snapping sideways.

“You’re insane!” he yelled, shoving her back again with all his strength.

And this time, Emma lost her footing completely. Her heel caught on a piece of broken glass, and she tumbled backwards—landing hard against the bar with a dull thud. Bottles rattled again, one falling and shattering against the floor.

Mark panted, chest heaving, eyes wild. His cheek stung, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t even realize he’d been hit that hard. His breathing was erratic. He couldn’t even see straight.

Emma pushed herself up from the bar, slowly. Her eyes were narrowed to slits now, her chest rising and falling. Her hair was disheveled, one of her earrings was gone, and her wrist was red from where Mark had grabbed her—but she didn’t care. She didn’t feel it.

She backed up slowly, until her spine hit the edge of the bar.

Still watching him.

Still seething.

Then—without breaking eye contact—her hand slid to the side. Resting near one of the untouched plates left over from the catering table. Her fingers brushed over it.

Mark froze for half a second.

He knew that look.

“You’ve got nothing, Marcus,” she said, breathless, her voice trembling with rage. “And you never will.”

Her hand gripped the plate.

And before Mark could react—

CRASH!

The plate sailed through the air and shattered against his face.

It hit with a sickening crack—white shards exploded in every direction, cutting across his cheek and forehead. He staggered back again, stumbling into a chair that toppled over with him. His vision swam. Blood ran down from a shallow cut just beneath his brow, warm and fast.

Mark lay there, stunned. Hands trembling. Breathing hard.

Emma just stood there, still by the bar, hand slowly lowering from the throw. Her chest was still rising and falling, her knuckles white.

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

And for a few seconds, neither did he.

Because something had broken.

Not just the plate. Not just the silence.

Something deeper.

And this time, it wasn’t going to be that easy to glue it back together.

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thegodthief · 7 months ago

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Jack's eyes had stopped offering tears to express his sorrow with some time ago. He hadn't yet noticed that it was such time that he should have become hungry by now. He was too busy being absolutely fucking pissed at the circumstances and decisions that led to his life falling apart.

When he watched the medics load the poor mutilated wreck of a corpse into the ambulance, he shook his head and gave a silent prayer for the person he was sure had perished in the crash. The lucky stiff won't have to submit statements to the police or insurance agents.

Jack watched the tow truck operators do their work quickly despite the cold. There was only one mangled wreck to tow away. The vehicle that created this credit-reducing event had long left the area. If it weren't for the gas station, no one would have known it happened.

He looked across the street. The clerk watched out the window over the scene, but made no attempt to do anything more. Poor kid probably can't leave the counter. Jack hoped he didn't get written up for making the emergency call in the first place.

Jack's life had fallen apart long before he came to this intersection of force and object. He just hadn't realized how bad things had gotten until he was forced to wait for… he wasn't sure… he was waiting for something… for someone… for everything to stop or for something to start.

His boyfriend had left him citing irreconcilable differences. It wasn't a dramatic end to a passionate relationship. It was… middling, actually. Almost embarrassing. One day, there wasn't any passion between them. One day, they took things for granted. One day, he was alone, and nothing changed.

Jack didn't notice his absence for a while, until he needed to make some edits using a program that was licensed in his now ex-boyfriend's name. That's when he noticed that he missed his assets more than he missed his ass. Ah, well, he reasoned, just means he has to spend more money now.

Or, he would have, if his job hadn't just dropped from under him. The industry wasn't heavily regulated, but what few rules his bosses had to abide by were important enough. He knew that some of the things he did wasn't the right things, but he was just following orders, so why fire him?

His coworker quit a few weeks ago and tried to tell Jack that he would be personally liable for personal actions regardless who gave the order, and Jack blew her off then. He wished he could have one more minute with her to apologize and tell her that she was right. Just one more minute, if only.

If only he could remember why he was there on the side of the road. It had been hours since the tow truck left with the wreck and the local paper reporters had went back to bed. There was only the lights from the gas station and the clerk behind the window that kept staring at him.

Poor kid was bound by corporate policy, thought Jack. He probably can't even leave to take a shit without having someone else at the window because god forbid someone doesn't want an overpriced bag of expired chips. Or worse, the winning lottery ticket. He tried to laugh. The cold air rejected him.

Feeling the weight of the errors that led to him deciding to make an admittedly worse error made him feel frustrated to the point of screaming. But when he finally expressed himself, nothing moved. No animal. No insect. No air. No attention. As if he wasn't there at all.

"You're not dead. Not yet. Least that's what I was told." Jack flinched in fright as the gas station clerk was suddenly beside him. Jack turned around and saw a different person sitting in the station window. He looked back at the kid. He tried to speak, but didn't even hear himself.

The kid continued. "My buddy in the hospital told me that it's a wonder you lived long enough to get to the ER. If you live the night, you might have a chance. But to live the night, you can't give up on yourself. The docs have done everything they can, but it's now down to what you choose."

"Look. I ain't one-a-them psychic peoples. But I remember what my mamaw would do when someone ain't made up their mind. So I'll do that for you." The kid took a paper coin from some forgotten board game, stuck it on a nail, and set it on fire. He let it burn away completely.

Jack watched the smoke in complete fascination. Just as the paper coin burnt up, he reached for it, and to his surprise, was able to pinch a coin out of the air where the smoke had been. The coin felt like paper-covered metal, while also not feeling like anything at all.

He meant to ask the kid a question, but turned just in time to see him flip a coin into the scarred earth where the car wreck was pulled from. "If you want to go on, get your second coin from here. But if you want to live, or try to live, your second coin will be in your hand."

"Give me an hour before you make up your mind, eh? Hospitals don't like strange people poking around, so it's going to take my buddy's help to get things in place." Before Jack could muster the idea of what to ask the kid, the kid turned and walked away down the road.

Jack was able to follow him for a few steps, but once he reached the edge of the accident area, he could move no further. He started to realize what had happened, what car had been taken away in pieces, whose body had been rolled into evac bag. He gripped the unnatural coin and started to scream.

It was only one drink, at first. But then it was many drinks. He had felt like he had nothing left to lose since his life was falling apart, so why not go out like a fucking champ, like a winner. He had spent so much at the bar, he had nothing left for the whore and stormed off when he laughed.

No second vehicle had struck him. He lost control of the car at the top of the hill and was unable to correct for the sharp turn just after the crest. Like all the other decisions that caught up to him, this was his own unmaking. This time, literally.

He remembered. He remembered it all. And in doing so, he understood what the kid was trying to do. If you didn't have a funeral to send you on your way, you needed two coins to pay the ferry. The coin the kid burnt up was the first. Jack still had to choose a second.

He could pluck the second coin from the site of the wreck, and by doing so, choose to complete his death and depart from this world. He wasn't looking forward to having the rest of his life's decisions examined and judged. He clenched his fists, and felt a second coin as if from a distance.

He realized what the kid had done. Jack could be ferried to death, or ferried back to life. If he chose the coin that had been placed in his still living hand, then he was choosing to fight for his life. But, what kind of life would he live?

He saw what had been loaded into the ambulance. He heard the kid say that the doctors had done all that they could. So, why did he give Jack this false choice? There was only one outcome, right?

Right?

Why wasn't there anyone to tell him what to do? He needed someone to tell him what to do. Someone to tell him what is the right way to live. Because he realized that he hadn't been telling himself what was the right way for him to live his own life and now…

And now…

Jack didn't notice when the sun's light graced over the fog clinging to the wreckage site. He didn't notice when the boundaries of limbo began to fade. He didn't notice when his image seemed to expand like steam rising into an empty room.

Jack only perceived the feel of a coin in his hand, and decided that he would feel another.

At the height of the day, the kid returned to the gas station for his next shift. He stopped beside the wreckage and looked at where he had thrown the coin so late last night. His phone buzzed, but he ignored the text message. Instead, he muttered a quiet prayer and went on his way.

The End.

Flash fiction inspired by the Tower and the 2 of Pentacles #tarot cards.

#fiction #tarot

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hismercytomyjustice · 11 months ago

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Definitely DID NOT just finish editing this week's chapter.

That would be crazy. You're crazy.

...but I am very happy with it, and very curious what folks will think...

And also extremely sorry. ╭( ๐_๐)╮

As I believe I said before, I have good news and bad news.

Good news, I fixed the problem I was having with Cazador.

Bad news, I fixed the problem I was having with Cazador.

He came across as too...nice (?) in the first draft. No, maybe permissive is a better word?

...I certainly don't think he does anymore!

Blah blah more OCD shit under the cut.

This chapter literally sent me into a 2 month long spiral that ultimately made me realize how much my OCD fucks with my writing, fanfic and otherwise. Which is why I bring up my OCD so much in relation to this fic.

Only took me ten fucking years to realize it! (ᇂ_ᇂ |||) But hey, we got there eventually!

I felt so fucking stupid/embarrassed venting to my therapist about my struggles with voluntarily writing fanfic. It's the same way I felt venting to her about the agonies I initially experienced when I decided to start taking piano lessons. It's not life or death! I didn't have to do either of those things! And yet I was so fucking upset about both. And wouldn't ya know it, turns out both were like catnip for my OCD!

I won't even begin to pretend I don't still have issues with my OCD and my writing. One of my super fun writing related obsessions lately is the deep seated fear I've gone into a fugue state and accidentally plagiarized other fics I've read. This was particularly bad with my latest Night Vale fic and my Hazbin Part 3 fic.

So, what's a person with OCD to do? Reassurance seeking and checking, of course! As I explained to my BFF the other day:

So obviously I spent hours googling Night Vale fanons and skimming/searching through Night Vale and Hazbin fics and other fics I'd previously read to make sure I hadn't accidentally copied someone else!

FUN FACT! I've read over 100 Hazbin fanfics alone! FUN FACT, IT IS PROBABLY (thanks for the qualifier, OCD) LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO CHECK ALL OF THEM.

AND I AM ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT! That is MAJOR NO NO OCD behavior. It is a lapse. It is choosing to engage in a compulsion. Because, as they so succinctly put it at the OCD Conference I attended, a compulsion is a choice. The whole point of treatment for OCD is to quiet your obsessions and to learn how NOT to engage in your compulsions. OCD doesn't go away (unfortunately), but it can go into remission. Digging into a lapse/engaging in a compulsion ultimately pushes you closer to a relapse and further from remission.

But try telling that to yourself in the moment! Because my OCD thinks it is imperative to engage in the compulsion. Because otherwise I have to sit with the doubt/uncertainty/fear and try not to let it fester. It is so much easier in the short term to spend hours on checking and reassurance seeking. And, even worse, it makes you feel a little better in the moment!

But, as my friend so aptly said in the screenshot above, "something tells me you would just replace the thing you silenced with something new….."

Abso-fucking-lutely I would! And I did! I checked the fanons and fanfics I was most worried about, but I didn't check all of them! Even if I had, what if I thought I had and I missed one, the one that I actually may have accidentally copied? Or what if AO3's reading history isn't perfect and I checked everything and it left one off, the one that I actually may have accidentally copied?

To engage in a compulsion is to become the OCD equivalent of Sisyphus. Did you get the boulder to the top of the hill? Congratulations! Oops, looks like it rolled back down again... But this time it'll stay at the top of the hill for sure!

Right??? Right???

I did ultimately realize I was in an OCD spiral and made myself stop checking. Do I still want to? Absolutely I do! I want nothing more than to go through everything I've ever read with a fine tooth comb because otherwise I have to live with the doubt/fear/uncertainty. I have to accept I may have unintentionally been influenced by someone's work I read and loved, which would absolutely fucking devastate me because I would never do that kind of thing on purpose. It's against everything I believe in. It's cruel and it's wrong and oh god what if I did it accidentally and I'm cruel and wrong and a horrible fucking person?! This is it! This is when me and everyone else finally finds out I'm a horrible fucking person who can't write and whose only good ideas actually came from someone else!

My therapist would say something at this point like "But what if you didn't do that? What if you actually did come up with your ideas all on your own?" Or "It's possible. Anything is possible. That doesn't mean it's likely." Or "Even if you did, it's obviously not something you'd do on purpose."

Meanwhile my OCD brain is just like "We have to come up with contingencies for if you accidentally did do it and how you'll respond and fix it." And "It's just a matter of time before someone else finds what you missed when checking. What are you going to do then?" And "If it did happen, you'll have to give up writing forever and destroy your tumblr and forever hide from the justified mob consisting of the entire internet who will rightfully hunt you to the ends of the earth."

So, yeah. Needless to say, I STILL DESPERATELY WANT TO GO BACK TO CHECKING AND REASSURANCE SEEKING. But I'm going to try not to. And thank goodness I have therapy tomorrow because this shit has been living rent free in my head (in the bad way) for literal weeks now.

I keep trying to remind myself I can either continue compulsing or I can just keep fucking writing and hope for the best.

And yeah, my therapist did mention last session that I should probably ask my doctor about upping my antidepressants. Why do you ask?

Fuck it is mortifying to write all this shit out. And, ngl, my OCD is just like "Well, at least you have timestamped proof you didn't plagiarize anyone on purpose! But, y'know, no one will believe you anyway when they ultimately find the evidence you couldn't and confront you and run you out of internet town!"

...so yeah, I scheduled an appointment with my doctor for later this week to talk about upping my antidepressants... Because goodness gracious. It's not just about this. I'm still struggling with burnout (and maybe a resurgence of depression) and OCD in other areas of my life. It just so happens this latest spiral has been taking up a lot of real estate in my head lately.

#hismercy’s musings #my writing #actually ocd #~ooh i'm mentally ill~#fuck ocd

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16-pennies · 2 years ago

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Literally hurling myself into your ask box to say I LOVE Silver and I am shamefully, shamefully behind on reading it.

Have you ever done that thing where you open a fic in a tab, burn through 50k of it in a day, and then like... lose the tab? And forget to subscribe? And then come back months later and you can't even remember what chapter you got to???

It's completely disgraceful and I'm going to be re-reading it from the beginning, which actually just works out as a wonderful little treat for myself!

Aaaaanyway that's my grovelling done. Sorry you're bored and lonely! That sucks :( AMA literally whenever I'm never busy lol

So a question for you!

How are you feeling now you're so close to the end of Silver?! From the dates it looks like you're on track for finishing it almost exactly two years after starting it! Do you have something else that you're working on next, or are you taking a well-deserved break?

Hi hi hi!!! Thank you so much for the ask <3 And you're so relatable. The number of fics I've half-read and then completely lost track of is embarrassing. I'd love to hear your thoughts as you embark on your reread!

I didn't even notice that Silver might wrap up on its 2 year anniversary. It's strange to think of how much my life has changed in that period. As to how I'm feeling... nervous 😬 I have no problem admitting that plot is my weakness and I think satisfying endings are difficult for me. I'd hate to think that my readers made it through 220k+ only to feel like I could've wrapped it up better.

But other than my own insecurity, I'm excited to be able to say I have a completed draft for such a massive word count. There are still a few scenes I need to fill in, which is why I don't know exactly how many chapters are left.

I'll probably make a more detailed post about this when the story is finished, but I came up with the premise for Silver and wrote the first chapter(s) when I was 15. (So if you're rereading those early chapters, sorry about the lesser quality. I did my best with editing.) I didn't come back to it until I was 21. It's been an interesting journey, writing characters that I looked up to and now am much older than.

Anyway. Let me stop there before I philosophise for thousands of words.

Since I finished the bulk of Silver in 2021, I've been working on my next longfic (thought not as long as Silver) I'm calling The Trial. It's a lumione, post-canon Ministry shenanigans with some trauma not-quite-recovery thrown in. I know that ship isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it's been my guilty pleasure for years and I'm excited to write something more substantial than one-shots for them. It's also been one of the most challenging drafts I've ever worked on, as far as process goes, but that's a different conversation.

That's probably way more answer than you asked for, so I'll stop here, but if you ever want to chat my ask/messages/whatever else are always open!

bel

#thank you so much <3 I love seeing stuff in my inbox #ask #silver

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concrete-the-cat · 2 years ago

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Short one because I don't have time today!! Might do another superhero one later :) @technologyvoid @secondhand-sonder

edit: NOT SHORT I DO NOT HAVE MUC HT TIME LEFT NOT!!! SHORT!!! DAMN IT!!

"But... but why?"

Allison... had not lived a particularly interesting life, by any chance. She wanted to, but the best she'd gotten was Broadway, which wasn't as popular as it once was and she wasn't really a lead at all. She barely remembered exactly how she died; but by looking at herself, she didn't see wrinkly skin. So, either she died still fairly young or the afterlife reverted her. She hoped for the latter, considering that forgetting how she died meant the afterlife at least helped with the pain somehow, but... she felt like she would have had more memories if it had been something related to old age.

In her heart, she knew it was an accident. She hadn't made many connections, so she hoped to- well. Kind of felt ironic to hope to God right now. Regardless. She hoped it wasn't anything violent, like a mugger - she knew that violent crime mostly happened by those the victim knew, and by the fact she didn't know almost anyone... ah. Did it matter now?

The angel fidgeted a bit in response to her question.

"I don't know why you people always ask that... can you just pick...?"

She grinned a bit, a teasing smirk growing on her face. This was something making this holy being - a holy being!! - embarrassed.

"No, I want to know why you can choose. I was devout and this is wrong that just anyone can go anywhere," she said, with a fake frown - playing the part of an ultrareligious person. She was not, of course, she could remember that at least. Actually she could remember every time she'd sinned in great detail. Guess the afterlife mind-editing device did that too. Greaaaaaat.

"You were not devout," said the angel, frowning in response. "You drank, like, after every show you did. Everyone is disappointed in you."

That last line sounded learned and repeated rather than an actual insult.

"Okay, fine, but tell meeeee," she replied.

"..."

For the record; all of those ellipses represented both of them, locked in a staredown until the angel finally relented-

Repented, corrected Allison in her own head with a snicker.

"Okay, look! You guys- you guys strayed way too far!!! We left, for, like, 500 years, which is like a blink of an eye up here, and we go back down and- you know how weird you are? Some of you are just downright freaks! And the wars and genocides! In the name of Him, too!! He got up and handed things off to Uriel and started a whole-ass other universe because you all messed up that much," the angel rambled. "We offer the option to go to Hell because some people like it down there! Who likes being burnt, in pain, and beat for eternity??!! I remember a time Lucifer came up here with a lot, before you could ask, and just said 'take these ones, I literally cannot anymore'!"

"Wait, wait, wait. You're- you're saying- we killed God?"

"No, not really, but-"

She turned to the rest of the stairs and the lines of people on them and jumped in excitedness, shouting -

"WE KILLED GOD, EVERYBODY!!! WOOHOOOOOO!!!!"

"Please stop," said the angel, now somehow red with even more embarrassment than before. "Are you done asking me questions I don't want to answer...?"

She put a hand to her chin in an overdramatized thinking pose.

"Hmmmm... hrmmm. hrmmmm. Hmmmmrmrmrmrmrmrrmmm."

The angel looked - very unamused by this.

"... Can I go back?"

"Oh, you little- of course you're one of those too! No! I can send you to the reincarnation guy, I guess, it's become a mashup of religions and afterlifes up here, but you can't be the same person. Got it?"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuure," she said, trying to put as much genuinity into her voice as possible.

"You're lying. You- we can tell you're lying. Whatever, you're holding up the line, lady. Up the stairs, to the right, medieval village, last stall. Go bother someone else."

Allison skipped away and barely looked at the pearly gates, the buildings, and simply followed instructions. Another set of gates and the world changed; it looked... peaceful. And old. Houses lined a cobblestone street within a small forest village, and what looked like a poor mimicry of the night sky glimmered above - a glimpse of home again. In the short distance, stalls replaced houses, as if a medieval market; each one with a different colored tarp covering it but not good. The last one, at the end of the road - oh, so that's the point she was supposed to get, the end of the road, clever to be honest - was yellow and seemed to have what looked like an oddly colored orb as if one used by those psychics inside.

Though... this actually looked like it had power instead of being a parlor trick. It looked pretty, with stars and what seemed like galaxies floating inside it.

As she approached and put her arms on the stall, looking for a bell to ring annoyingly, an ethereal voice floated around her. Or maybe whatever this entity was was just invisible.

"You again," it said with the voice of an older, wise man. "... the last time you were here; you asked to be a star. Of course I cannot grant such things, you know. I can set you on a path, open up the opportunities, but you must make the dream happen yourself."

"The... last time I was here?" she said, confused.

"Oh, yes... not once has your soul even taken a moment in Heaven or Hell. You've only ever skipped along to me and asked for an experience..."

"Wait, so, what do you... do here? The angel said reincarnation, not... an experience."

"Life, life is the experience, young one... You tell me who you want to be, what your personality will be, what your dreams will be - as I said, I will open up the paths to greatness but you must seize them - and depending on how many times you've attempted the same thing and how great and famous you wish to become, I will ask you to pick from a certain amount of challenges, as well..."

"... I still feel like myself. I mean, like Allison. If I've chosen my personality every time; why am I still... me?"

"Normally you begin to feel more like a soul over time... begin to remember other lives... however, this 'Allison Fenwick'... was fairly close to who you really are. That is why you are not drastically different. I must warn you, you have tried to be a star many times, and so the challenges mounted... your mother died early on, you would be hit by a car and immobilized for a year, at least two of your relationships would go wrong... amongst other small ones..."

"... I chose those things...? It doesn't matter! The more choices I made the more interesting I was, the more stories I had to tell. I'm the most- Allison... Allison was the best one so far, even so."

"I'm happy you had a good time... now... who do you want to be?"

"... Her. I'm not done. I'm not. Send me back," she demanded.

"You do this every time. And every time I want to, truly. But time moves fast, young one. You are likely in a casket at your funeral by now. Do you realize how frightening that would be?"

"I don't care. Be a funny story when I actually die of old age. I liked- I liked the life I was in. I'm not done," 'Allison' insisted.

"And... and you were shot," said the voice. "I'm sorry... if I sent you back you'd be in excruciating pain... you'd likely die again in hours if not minutes if not given to a medical professional immediately after..."

"Wha- shot? But- but-"

"..."

"You know what? It doesn't matter! It doesn't! Send me back! I'll suffer through it! If I die again, I'll just come back!" she yelled, agitated

"... You have asked this over centuries of time... ah... I suppose... I can try..."

"Good, I- o-oh.. agh, I'm starting to feel dizzy, what... what are you... blagh... y-you b-b-b..."

The smell of wood surrounded her, and dull voices. Dust filled her lungs as she took a deep breath.

"... celebrating the lives of Allison Fenwick and Bethany Keys, two great souls unfortunately taken from us by a home robber just as they began to get the recognition they so dearly deserved. May we pray to God that their killer will be brought to justice, and furthermore that their ancestors and Heaven treats them like the angels on earth they were..."

What the hell?

She reached up, tapping the wood she was apparently encased in, and remembered the words of that voice.

'You're likely in a coffin by now'.

And after that realization-

Hey, didn't they say there'd be-

And like a cramp one would get from stretching in the morning, but 200x times worse, in her stomach...

A bloodcurdling scream, to all the others in the funeral home, was released from the coffin.

"OH GOD, OH GOD IT HURTS- HELP- HELP ME! I'M AWAKE! I'M ALIVE IN HERE! HELP- HELP ME!"

As she breathed in fresh air only a few moments after, and viewed the faces of her bewildered families, her voice suddenly darkened despite the pain, picked out on man in the audience.

"You. I remember you. What did you do to me?"

“Welcome to the afterlife. Do you want to go to Heaven or Hell?” “Wait, you’re asking me where I want to go? You don’t decide it based on how I lived my life or anything?” “Nope, it’s entirely your choice.”

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration #yeah so remember how her relationships went bad #that's her ex #she went and began a relationship with Bethany #but her ex broke in and killed them both #or so he thought #it was staged so perfectly they thought it was a home invasion #bethany has the same spirit she's going to wake up too #my characters never fucking die and you should know that by now

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