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escapewriter · 3 years ago

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synopsis: As far as you know, being one of the very few ‘defective’ people on earth has changed your life and not for the better. After not receiving your soulmate bond on your 10th birthday, you felt hopeless. But there was always one person who showed you all the possibilities that it isn’t so hopeless after all. dedicated to @sunlightwoo

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

genre: soulmate au, best friends!, some parent au fluff in here, slight fluff, angst, humor

wc: 4.4k (4403)

warnings: swearing, small mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, slap in the face golly

hehe funny how we were literally talking about soulmate au’s the other day gina🤔 but surprise! i am your secret santa😁😁 i was so happy i figured out the plot and everything because it went well with everything! i hope you like it, and pls dont yell at me foekdks (also i hope i wasn’t obvious LOL)

a/n: killing two birds with one stone woooo. but happy holidays yall. and this was way longer than i anticipated it to be oops.

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~Year 10~

You have been waiting for this moment ever since you found out from your parents that your soulmate bond would be revealed the moment you turned 10 years old. However, it wasn’t the case with you.

You remember sitting at the dinner table, your parents there with you, as you all began counting down from 11:59pm until it hit midnight. But when midnight came around, nothing happened. You wait nervously at the table as your parents make a few calls, eyeing you to describe your condition and behavior to whoever it was on the phone with them. It was when they came back to sit with you that you knew you were one of the rare ‘defects’ that the universe chose. You don’t exactly recall how you handled the news, but you did remember calling one person who wanted to hear everything.

You were ashamed to talk to Yunho because he too was one of the defects, and you never want to make him feel as if being a defect is the worst thing in the world. But you couldn’t contain your disappointment.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Yunho’s soft voice was heard through the phone, “at least you have the free will to fall in love with someone you like rather than some random person.” You smile to yourself, sighing before flopping onto your bed.

“Did you feel like this when you found out?”

You heard rustling in the background before he cleared his throat to speak. “If I’m going to be honest, I was kind of glad.” There was a pause. You weren’t sure how to react, and it made you uneasy about how quiet he was being.

“You still there?” You heard him say, and you nodded even though he couldn't see you.

“Yeah, I’m here.” There was more noise in the background before the sound of yawning echoed loudly through the speakers. You giggled softly before deciding it was time to end the call due to his drowsiness.

“I’ll see you later so we can hang out for your birthday, okay?” You hum in response before bidding goodnight and hung up.

***

~Year 12~

Sixth grade was one of the worst years at school. It was a common thing for everyone to know what each of the soulmate bonds are because of the fact that it was known as a huge ice breaker when meeting new friends.

What you thought was going to be an accepting group of new students turned into your worst nightmare. Left and right, everyone looked at you as if you were contagious and could take away their bonds. No one wanted to be your friend, so you roamed the halls, ate in classrooms, and studied in the library just to avoid everyone.

You envied everyone who had stories to tell about meeting their soulmate. It was a milestone that everyone accomplished, yet you felt stuck in place, like you’ll never get that.

“Are they outright mean to you?” You shook your head as you took a bite out of your sandwich. It was Saturday, and you were having lunch with Yunho. You both hang out on the weekends, not being able to find time together during school days.

“Does anyone know about you?” You asked him after taking a sip of your drink. He nods, shrugging as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

“No one really cares at my school, they’re more fascinated rather than judgemental.” You nod and wipe your mouth with a napkin. “Not that there’s anything to be fascinated by, but they don’t treat me any different.”

“Ugh, I wish I went to your school.” He smiled to himself and took a bite of his ramen. “Must be easy living life with no weight on your shoulders.”

Finishing up the rest of your food, you didn’t notice his pout as you got up from your seat to throw your trash away.

***

~Year 15~

It was your first year at high school, meaning new people to meet and a fresh start. Luckily, Yunho was also attending the same school as you, so you both had more time to hang out with one another.

The first few months were smooth, no one really cared about your soulmate defect and it helped you relax more. You hung out with Yunho more, made some new friends, and felt welcomed; you were able to enjoy the beginning months of your first year in high school.

It wasn’t until you had a project assigned for one of your classes. You were required to write about your soulmate bond and a bond that you wished you had instead of that.

“What the fuck?” Yunho stared at the paper in his hands, reading the instructions carefully. “Your teacher is making you do this? When you don’t have a bond?”

“I know!” You exclaimed before throwing yourself onto your bed. “And what sucks is that I spoke to them about it, asking if I could possibly write about something else that isn’t related to soulmates,” you sighed, turning over to lay on your stomach and stare at Yunho who sat at your deck, “and guess what they told me.”

He sets the paper down on top of your computer. “Deal with it?”

“Yeah, but if you can think of harsher ways to say ‘deal with it’ then it's that.”

You watched as he grimaced to himself, the thought of actually having a soulmate bond disgusting him internally. But, he was willing to help you out.

“Why don’t we do this, what if for the first part, you talk about the soulmate bond you want.” You nod slowly and begin to sit up on your bed. “Then for the second part, I’ll try to think of something, but in my perspective so you don’t have to stress.”

You were shocked. Yunho had grown to hate the idea of soulmates because of how it was already decided on who our soulmate would be. He believed we should fall who we fall for, and you knew his parents played a big part in his belief.

“You’d do that? Are you sure?” He smiles before standing up from the chair and walking towards where you were sitting on your bed.

He pats your head softly, “For you? Why wouldn’t I?”

That moment of warmth in your chest sparked something, a feeling that could fuck up your entire friendship with Jeong Yunho. But instead of pushing it aside, you decided to fall for whoever you fall for.

***

~Year 17~

“Smile for the camera you two!” You rolled your eyes at your mom who was snapping photos of you and Yunho. “Come on, don’t be like that, smile with Yunho!”

You catch Yunho smirking at you, and you roll your eyes once more before reluctantly smiling. You both were taking photos before attending a school dance, both of your parents wanting to capture the moment.

“Okay, okay, I think you guys got enough. We’re gonna go now.” You laugh at Yunho who began to push his parents away as you were bidding goodbye to yours.

“Stay safe you two!”

***

Upon arriving at the hotel where the dance was held, your nerves began to kick in. Not because of the people, but because Yunho was your date. It wasn’t anything new with him being your date because you both have attended previous dances together. What was new are your feelings now getting involved.

Ever since he helped you with your project freshman year, you saw him differently. He was still your best friend, always has and always will be, but you felt more drawn to him as if something was pulling you towards him.

“You okay?” You hadn’t realized you stopped walking, standing off to the side where the dancefloor was.

“Yeah, sorry I thought I forgot something.” You didn’t make eye contact with him, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the embarrassment on your face.

“Alright, come on. I see some open seats. We can sit there.” You followed his lead to the corner of the room, a circular table with some seats scattered around. He pulls a chair out, signaling you to take a seat before walking around to face you. “I’m gonna get a drink and some snacks, you want anything specific?”

“Just water please.” You yelled over the booming music. He nods and quickly walks to where drinks and food are served.

Taking in your surroundings, you see that a lot of people here are bonded. Some have matching tattoos, others have words written on their arms, and you can easily tell that others are soulmates just by the look of them.

Although you would have wanted a bond, you felt lucky to have known a guy like Yunho. It doesn’t just happen where you meet someone who’s a defect and you just so happened to be a defect as well.

You blame your superstition for convincing you of the possibility that Yunho could be your soulmate. It was impossible. And even if it was, how would he react to the news? Would he be happy? Relieved? Sad or disappointed? You didn’t want to know the answer to any of those questions.

Yunho returned with two water bottles and a plate of snacks. He sets them down in front of you, taking the seat next to you.

You pop a chip into your mouth, humming at the salty taste before looking at Yunho who eyed you suspiciously. “What?” He squints, leaning forward and you lean back, eyebrows shooting up at his behavior. “What’s wrong with you?” You question before flicking his forehead, to which he winces and covers the stinging skin with his hand.

“I’m trying to read you.”

You laugh out loud. “Well stop it, you’re being weird.”

“I’m being weird? You’ve been acting so awkward ever since we took photos.” You purse your lips, choosing your words carefully.

“Just not in the mood for a school dance.” You shrug and reach for your water bottle. He eyes you again, wanting to press into it further but thankfully let it go.

“Alright, I get that. But you owe me one dance, it’s tradition.”

***

The night was soon coming to an end, only a few more songs were left on the playlist. Yunho was roaming around, talking with a few of his friends here and there while you waited at the table, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

You watched him from afar as he was talking with a few of his friends, laughing at something he said. You smiled to yourself, now processing how fond you were of your best friend. You wouldn’t say anything though, too scared to face what could possibly happen.

Haven’t realized he was approaching, you take a sip of your water, looking everywhere but him because you know what was going to happen the moment the next song began to play.

“Come on, you promised a dance and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He held his hand out, smiling down at you. Sighing, you take it as he leads you to the dance floor, silently begging your heart to stop pounding the way it is.

He turns to you, a cheeky grin on his face as he moves your free hand up to rest on his shoulder, his hand then moving to rest against your side. Your other hand was still holding onto his other as he lifted it and began swaying to the music.

He leans forwards, his mouth next to your ear as he whispers. “Isn’t this way better than last year?”

You roll your eyes at the memory, snickering as he laughs softly. “You suddenly break dancing during a slow song was not it, Yunho.”

He grins at you, the mischief in his eyes telling you that's not a good sign. “Bold of you to assume I won’t do it again.”

***

“How was the dance?” Your mom greets you at the door, a sleepy smile on her face.

“It was fun. Why are you awake?” She engulfs you in a welcome back hug, waving outside to Yunho who sat in his car, making sure you got inside safe.

“Just wanted to greet–” You turn to your mom, her expression unreadable as you tilt her head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” She shakes her head and tells you to wait in the dining room before returning with your dad. They whisper softly to each other as your dad brings his phone out to text someone. The uneasiness settling in. “Can you both tell me what’s going on? I’m freaking out.”

Your parents sat down with a quizzical look in their eyes before speaking. “You have a mark on your wrist.”

You lifted your hand to see what mark they’re talking about before spotting a line. You examined it, laughing to yourself as you thought that maybe Yunho or someone else drew on you during the dance. “It looks like someone drew a line on me with a marker, I don’t think it’s anything serious.”

They sigh, understanding your denial before explaining what that specific mark means. Your mom took your hand with the mark, softly caressing it. “This mark grows the more you fall in love with someone. It’s a rare bond that you don’t see until you fall in love with your soulmate. It’s also probably the reason why we didn’t see anything when you turned 10.”

Everything your mom told you, you couldn’t believe. You didn’t want to believe it because it seemed impossible. You had so many questions, but only one was floating around in your mind. Does this mean that Yunho is your soulmate?

Your dad read your mind. “You fell in love with your soulmate. However, the bond won’t be sealed unless they fall in love with you and the mark appears too.”

“Hold on, does this thing keep growing?” Your mom smiles and looks back at your wrist.

“It's like a permanent bracelet. It wraps around your wrist, and grows the more you fall in love with them until it reaches your heart. But, your soulmate has to reciprocate in order for it to reach your heart.”

You nod your head, smiling to yourself before standing up for your seat. “I’m going to bed, tired from today.”

***

~Year 18~

“How does this look?” Yunho turned to give you a full show of what he was wearing. “Does this scream first date attire?” Without looking up from your phone, you shoot him a thumbs up, to which he throws one of his pillows at you. “You’re not even looking.”

You finally look up, quickly scanning what he’s wearing before nodding in approval. “Looks nice.” He smiles and sits on his bed, grabbing his phone. You tried hard to not ask so you could save yourself from the pain, but curiosity got the best of you. “Who are you going on a date with?”

He doesn’t look up from his phone, typing away at something before his gaze lands on you. “Remember the person who approached me after our graduation ceremony? It’s them.” You raised your eyebrows, nodding.

“So I assume they’re a defect?” He grins this time, looking back at his phone like he was waiting for a text or call.

“Not really. Their soulmate unfortunately passed so they did have a bond.” You tilted your head, thinking that maybe his opinions on the soulmate bond might have changed.

“So you’re saying you're okay with soulmate bonds?” He rolled his eyes, standing up to put his jacket on.

“I was never against them in the first place. I just preferred to do things my way rather than accepting the system where we’re already determined forever with someone we don’t know.”

You pushed further, “So, hypothetically, if one day you find out you do have a soulmate, would you try with them?” You watch as he stands still, face contorted in deep thought.

“Honestly? No, I wouldn’t.” He checks the time on his watch and makes a ‘tsk’ sound. “I gotta go pick them up now.”

You laugh bitterly, “Your date is at 6:30, it’s 5:30 right now.”

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart, ignoring your bitter tone. “I’m excited and you insult me for being early? Rude.”

***

It was 9 o’clock. You were waiting for Yunho to call after his date ended like he said he would. To say you were nervous was an understatement; you’re fucking heartbroken. You wanted to tell him about your mark the night of the dance when you first found out, but it was him you were in love with, meaning that he is your soulmate. You weren’t ready to lose him over this.

Your phone began to ring, his contact name popping up indicating that he was calling you. Taking a deep breath, you answered on the third ring. “How was your date?”

“Fucking fantastic.” You smiled, heart breaking but containing it because you knew he was happy from tonight. “I just dropped them off and they kissed me!” He laughed out loud and you did too because his laugh was so contagious. “I wasn’t going to make a move because it was the first date and I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, but they did it. They really did it.”

You cleared your throat, forcing a smile onto your face. “I’m really happy for you Yunho.”

“I’m really happy too.” You heard the engine of the car in the background as he drove back home, continuing to tell you everything that happened that night.

You couldn’t seem to focus on what he was saying, every detail going in one ear and out the other. You didn’t like acting like this because he did nothing wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, you still there? Don’t tell me you fell asleep, it's only 9:15!” You fake a yawn, trying to play it off like you were listening.

“Focus on driving.” You said as the engine turned off in the background.

“I’m already home. But give me a second, I want to talk to you about something.” You sat up straighter, a wave of anxiety crashing as you thought about what he wanted to talk about. “You still there?” You hum, waiting for him to continue as he settles back in his home.

“When you came over today to help me figure out what to wear for my date, I saw something on your wrist.”

Your heart dropped. You were caught and you don’t know how you’re going to be able to get out of it.

“I thought it was just a bracelet or something, but it really looked like a tattoo.” He pauses on the other end of the line, your breath hitching in your throat as you wait. “Is it a tattoo? Or is it what I think it is?”

Play dumb.

“What is ‘what I think it is’? Because it could be a really long birthmark.”

You heard his laugh softly before clearing his throat. “You know what I mean. Is it one of those rare soulmate marks where you have to fall in love with your soulmate in order to get it?” Your silence answered his question. There was a sour feeling in his tone when he asked another question. “Who’d you fall in love with?”

You didn’t want to tell him, not like this, not over the phone. So you diverted the question. “How did you know about this specific bond? I didn’t even know about it until my mom saw it.”

He knows what you’re doing but decides to play along. “When my parents told me about soulmates, I wanted to know about every possible bond out there so I did research.” He pauses. “Who’d you fall in love with?”

You again avoid answering. “Is mine the only rare one then?”

“From what I’ve read, yes.” Another pause. “Who’d you fall in love with?”

You slightly scoff to yourself, but he heard you loud and clear. “Why does it matter? It’s not like he’ll love me back.”

To that, he laughs. “Are you kidding? You haven’t even tried to find out. If you don’t want to tell me who yet, then tell me when you found out at least.”

“No, that defeats the purpose.” This time, he’s the one scoffing.

“What’s wrong with telling me? I’m literally your best friend and you won’t tell me.” There was silence. You weren’t sure if you should tell him or not, but it’ll end badly if you don’t tell him anything at all. One thing you do know for sure is that you can’t lie to him.

He beats you and speaks first. “Are you scared I’ll look at you differently?” Feeling nervous, he quickly talks before you again. “I won’t look at you differently. Nothing will change our friendship, You don’t have to be scared to tell–”

“The dance, junior year.” You cut him off. “My mom saw it when I got home from the dance after you dropped me off.” It was silent, so you took the cue to continue. “Believe me, I didn’t know I had a soulmate. And I accepted the fact that I didn't, which is why I was so shocked. I didn’t tell you because, one, I didn’t know how you would react, and two,” you pause, voice stopping you from continuing.

“...Two?” He asks, waiting for you to say it. To confirm it.

“It’s you who I’m in love with.”

***

~Year 21~

You wait in the booth at a cafe, your date waiting in line to order both of your drinks before heading out for your 1 year anniversary.

It was winter session, so no school for a few weeks, which gives you time to relax and finally be able to breathe without homework forcing you to stay awake. You were determined to take advantage of this break, knowing that you’ll be able to spend time with the person you love.

As he waits in line, you look out the window, admiring the small snowflakes falling and all the couples walking hand in hand. Your eyes caught a few of them as you grinned, now feeling the amount of love in the air.

It was a beautiful sight and you couldn’t wait to get out there and experience that feeling yourself.

***

~Year 26~

“Yunho!” You knew he had to be home, his car was in the driveway.

“Yeah babe, I’m here.” You see him emerge from the hallway, a goofy smile on his face. You laugh and quickly take your coat off before engulfing him in a hug. You felt your heart warm up. Your mark reaches where your heart is, creating a beautiful flower, thus solidifying the bond you had with your soulmate, and your best friend.

“What’d you do on your day off?” You ask as he leads you to the kitchen.

He shrugs, eyes avoiding yours. “Oh you know, the usual.” You take a seat at the kitchen island, giggling as he heats up some leftovers.

“You mean to say you played video games all day?”

“Yep, and you can’t blame me.” You grin at him when he turns back to look at you.

“No I really can’t.” You pucker your lips, silent asking for a kiss. He laughs in embarrassment before leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

***

~Year 29~

You purse your lips together in attempts to control the sob trying to escape your mouth. You look down, your eyesight getting more blurry as tears continue to stream down your face.

Yunho, who holds the same expression, holds a smile. He contains his shaky voice, telling you once again that he adores and loves you. How he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. His soulmate.

“What do you say best friend? Will you marry me?”

You look up at the sky, thanking the universe that they brought this man to you. That he was yours and you are his. That even though the hardships, you both were able to get past them together.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

***

~Year 32~

“It’s your turn.” You faintly heard Yunho grumble beside you. You mumble incoherently as he shoves you to wake up. “I did it yesterday, baby. It’s your turn.”

You groan, finally forcing yourself to wake up. You glance at the clock on your night stand, checking the time. It was almost 6am. You stood up and stretched your arms quickly before walking over to the crib where your baby boy lay awake.

“Hi there, my love, good morning.” You spoke softly to not startle him or your husband who was lying in bed. “Time for breakfast, huh?”

Reaching inside the crib, you carried him out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare his bottle. “Are you hungry?” You smile at him, poking his belly to which he just stared at you. You frown, but it quickly turned into a grin. “Not a morning person, huh? You’re just like your dad, oh god.”

“He’ll take that as a compliment.” You turn to look at your husband who stretched by the doorframe.

“I thought you were sleeping.” You take the bottle and begin to feed your son as Yunho approaches you, wrapping his arms around you and being careful to not disturb your child.

“I got lonely.” You snort to yourself as he places a soft kiss on your cheek, your heart warming at the affection.

“Of course you did.”

***

~Year 21~

You were too distracted looking out the window of the cafe to notice San had placed your drink on the table. “Ready to go?” He shoots you a soft smile, his hand held out for you to take.

You look back out the window, seeing your once best friend in a shop with the person he fell in love with. The mark that reminded you of the pain that night you told him continuing to grow, wrapping around your wrist, following up your arm, over your shoulder, crossing your back, and around your waist to the front of your chest, just barely reaching your heart. Did his mark ever grow once?

You looked at San, eyes crinkling as you beam at him, excitement crossing your features as you take his hand. It’s better to move on than wallow in pain. “I’m ready.”

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starlight-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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Can I request how the feral boys would ask you/ what they would do for your first time sleeping over as their girlfriend? That sounds weird but I hope you know what I mean lol. I love your writing by the way!

hi friend , and thank u ! i appreciate it <3 this is a super cute idea and i had a lot of fun writing it ,,,,, im so soft for them i can't . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight

AYO LOOK AT THESE : the smallest bit of smut but overall fluff ! soft feral boys content , come get yall juice

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

dream

wouldn’t be planned tbh , you’d been at his place all day and you’re both too tired to drive

you’d start to call an uber and clay would turn your phone over

“you could… stay here, if you want?”

it was a no brainer

of course you’d stay with him

clay would be so excited , smiling through his sleepy haze

he’d finally get up from his computer just to shower you with kisses all over your face

he’d tackle you back onto his bed , his soft , silly kisses turning into lingering, hard kisses

all teeth and tongue and his hands all over you

he’d get one of his legs between yours, shuddering at the way you’d whine into his mouth

his hands would make their way down to your hips

he’d grind your hips down on him , your sleepiness only making you more sensitive

you bet your ass that he’d make you cum just from grinding on his thigh

he lives in a constant state of horny™ even when he’s tired

clay would be so cocky at how he’d made you finish , doing virtually nothing

but he would go so soft at the way you were exhausted after that , yawning and rubbing your eyes

‘baby’ , ‘love’ , ‘pretty girl’

so affectionate

you could’ve fallen asleep just like that but clay makes you get up and change

“baby , you don't want to sleep in your clothes”

“sleep in mine instead”

you would just grumble back at him until he would physically lift you out of bed

clay would help you out of your clothes

he’d put you in his sweats and a giant dream hoodie

just incase sap walked in for some reason

doesn't want him seeing any of the goods™

he’d carry you to the bathroom and find an extra toothbrush

clay would absolutely try to talk to you while brushing his teeth and the two of you would laugh s o hard at each other trying to talk with mouths full of toothpaste

again , he would pick you up and carry you back to his bed , shutting the door behind the two of you

“don't you want to say goodnight to sap?” “no :)”

the two of you would fall onto his bed and be asleep within 10 minutes , completely tangled in each other

he talks in his sleep

but you snore

so its even

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george

soft george my beloved

he’d probably plan your guys first ‘sleepover’

he would want to make it special , and definitely do something memorable

george would bring it up to you like a week before

he’d practically invite you like it was a birthday party :,)

i can't

he’d make reservations for a nice dinner before and get all dressed up

george would pick you up and hold your hand on the console

he’d open all the doors for you

he'd pull out your c h a i r

yall would definitely be cracking jokes all throughout dinner in the middle of this fancy restaurant

george would ABSOLUTELY knock his silverware off the table at some point

you would have to fight to not spit your drink out , laughing so hard

he’d skip on desert at the restaurant and take you to dairy queen or something

it would be the two of you in your fancy attire , sitting outside some tiny ice cream parlor

looking at eachother like you were the only two people on earth

yall are in L O V E

once you two got home george would carry your overnight bag in

he would change immediately

bc he h8’s fancy clothes

but wanted to dress up for you

after you guys changed into pajamas , you’d stay up talking for hours

he’d tell you stories of him and all the feral boys

you’d tell him stupid things you did as a kid

the two of you would want to make the most of the extended time you had together and stay up until like 2 in the morning

george’s voice would get all low and raspy from talking for so long

you’d fall asleep on the couch together when you physically couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore

george would wake up when the sun started shining through the blinds

he would carry you up to his bed

then promptly fall back asleep with you in his arms

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sapnap

snapmap my love .

this man doesn’t plan shi t

it would be very spur of the moment , the two of you laughing at some joke that he made when he’d grab your hand suddenly v serious

“will you sleep with me tonight?”

he’d look so earnest while asking that and you would BURST into laughter

it would take nick a hot sec to realise what he’d said and once he did . he would simply . disintegrate .

he would be so dramatic about it too

“i was trying to be romantic ! stop laughing at me !”

and you would just sit there , laughing so hard that you couldn’t produce noise anymore , just silent wheezes

you would start to cry and nick would pOUT

you would just nod , literally unable to produce words

but sap would brighten up at that

“so you’ll stay the night?”

once you got control of yourself , the two of you continued on doing what you were doing

it was like a normal day other than the fact that it ,,,, wouldn’t end

you two watched movies and played minecraft all day , being lazy together

you’d doordash dinner or order pizza or something so you didn’t have to leave the house

he’d have to stream and you would just chill , eating pizza in bed

once it became apparent that the stream was gonna last longer than planned , you would quietly come up behind him and drop a kiss on his cheek

he’d grin at you but be confused ???

you’d text him so your voice wouldn’t pop up on stream

‘gonna take a shower / keep myself busy’

he’d text back a single ‘👍🏼’

sapnap texts like a dad and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

you’d shower and get dressed , then wander down to the kitchen trying to find something to do

scavenger hunt™ for cookie ingredients

you’d bake his favorite and surprise him with a warm cookie im s o f t

the SMILE that would cross his face my god

he would feel so loved

he’d mute stream to thank you, putting his hands around your waist and burying his face into your stomach

you k n o w he’d find some way to end stream early after that , wanting to be with you

the two of you would finish off all the cookies , watching scary movies together

he’d hold you when you jump at all the spooky shit

you’d do the same for him bc sap is baby

chat . i'm kinda scared . lowkey .

you were both half asleep by the time you made your way back up to his room

you’d be lights out the minute your head hit the pillows

and he’d be big spoon

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karl

karl would probably ask you that day , texting you before you’d even come over to ask if you would stay the night

you two had technically slept over before , but never at karl’s place (usually pulling all nighters with the feral boys on stream or with the beast crew)

you can not tell me . that karl . would not build a fort . with you .

and he would 100% go all out with it

he’d get lights to string up on the inside (the twinkle ones for sure)

he would get a fuckton of pillows and the softest blankets he can find and pile them in

karl would essentially make a nest for the two of you

you’d spend the first hour alone sharing soft kisses and cuddling so close that you weren't sure where you ended and karl began

he’d hold you , letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

you’d talk about everything and nothing at all , just wanting to hear each other’s voices

until someone’s stomach growled

he’d laugh until he couldn't breathe

you had tears rolling down your face , your stomach hurting from the giggles

he’d either take you to get food before or doordash your favorite

because neither of you can cook blESS

you’d pick out cute , matching pajamas for your first official night together

but

he’d end up giving you his clothes to sleep in

because he likes you wearing his stuff

and it's more comfortable than your fancy pajamas

he’d cover his eyes and face a blanket/wall while you were changing

the only time either of you would leave the fort would be for more snacks or to go to the bathroom

karl would bring his laptop in and turn in a movie as you two were settling in for the night

(some super dumb kids movie)

(my brain immediately went to the lorax)

(i’ll see myself out)

and he’d stay awake until you fell asleep, your face buried into his t-shirt

it made his heart so full that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him

he’d play with your hair and trace over your features as soft as possible

because you're just so beautiful when you’re asleep ??

karl murmurs how much he loves you , everything that he loves about you while he knows you can't hear it

he’d drift off with you still in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head in a sweet, gentle kiss

and the two of you would stay like that the entire night , keeping each other warm

im so soft for him

can u tell

karl jacobs my love

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quackity

listen

everyone writes big q as a stupid dumb dummy

and while he can be that at some times

this man would be so fucking thoughtful ??? when it came to his girl ?????

you literally can't tell me otherwise .

much like gogy he would plan something special

but like

he can COOK yall

he’d make you a nice ass dinner

and set up a picnic in the backyard

he’d light candles and make it all fancy

literally it would be a scene out of a movie

once you finished eating dinner the two of you would watch the sunset

he’d play guitar and sING FOR YOU

you’d stay outside soaking in the heat even after the sun had gone down

stargazing for as long as you could

alex would put his arm around you and have you lay on his chest

you’d listen to his heartbeat while you pointed out the big dipper

he’d make up his own constellations aljidhkuvgfhadj

you two would only go inside because you were being eaten alive by mosquitos

one of you would play music off your phone and yall would slow dance in the kitchen

he would repeatedly tell you how much he loved you , pressing tender kisses to your neck , your jaw

until a fucking ad would play

and alex would just lose his shit

he would laugh so hard he’d ipad kid cough

then you would simply ascend

the two of you would be laying on the kitchen floor absolutely D Y I N G of laughter

you’d stay there for a while , trying to recover

by the time you did , your ribs were sore from all the giggles

alex would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder , walking you up to bed

he’d suplex you onto the mattress

the two of you are children around each other tbh

that would lead to a wrestling match

until you’d found your way onto his lap , pinning him by his wrists

w h e w

the way that man would kiss you after that ? bye im gone

lets just say by the time he was finished you would both be exhausted

he’d tell you how pretty you were , how good you did

the two of you would fall asleep with tangled limbs , half kissing

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retroellie · 4 years ago

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Joel Miller as a dad

Summary: Having Joel Miller as a dad

A/N: i got sad there towards the end so sorry about that. I also wrote in that you were dating ellie so enjoy<3

Warnings: TLOU2 spoilers, talk about death other than that its cute

Word count: 1.3K

-He tries really hard to be a good dad

-He’s been different ever since Sarah, it’s been hard but you try to be patient with him

-When Joel found out that he was gonna be having another kid he flipped out

-He couldn’t stop thinking you were gonna end up like Sarah and he couldn’t go through that again

-but when he saw you for the first time he knew would do anything just to keep you safe

-In Boston he’s not the most loving dad, he’s not mean he just doesn’t show you how much he loves you

-It’s tough love I guess

-He always tells you that you can do better and that your being too careless

-you don’t take it personally though, you don’t know much about Sarah but you know when she died it broke Joel

-Speaking of Sarah, it’s forbidden to talk about her. The only reason you know about her is from tommy

-When you guys settled in Jackson he became more loving in a way

-He would always come up and tell you goodnight, when you were asleep he would kiss your forehead and whisper “goodnight baby girl”

-He calls you baby girl

-Jackson is when he opened up about Sarah a little more, telling you that you are very much like her or she would like you

-“You know Sarah always wanted a little sister. I reckon you two would’ve done just fine together”

-You had bad nightmares sometimes so if you woke up screaming out for Joel or you decided to walk into his room to wake him up, he would always let you cuddle up next to him

-You guys would always poke fun at each other, it was just father/daughter fun

-“Dad, I can't jump up that high”

-“well stop being so short, shorty”

-“Well stop being so old and maybe you could pull me up.”

-Joel was a pro when it came to periods, he knows it’s natural and he’s been around a few women in his life so he knows about it

-when you come crying to him about it he knows exactly what to do

-You are always trying to set him up with women, you even tried to get him to go on a date with the daycare teacher

-“Come on dad. Why not?? She’s so sweet, I wouldn’t mind her as a step mom.”

-“Because a hormonal teenager with a bad sense of humor is enough, I don’t think I can handle another woman right now.”

-You obviously know how to play guitar, I mean your Joel miller’s kid

-you guys always play together on the front porch, sipping on coffee as you watch the sunset

-you guys had movies nights, father/daughter dinners, he would even take you places outside of Jackson sometimes

-He just likes spending time with you, mostly because he feels bad that he wasn’t such a great dad in Boston. He regrets Boston in many aspects but that one he regrets the most

-also he fears something bad will happen to either you or him so he wants to get in as much time as he possibly can with you

-Okay but like having tommy as an uncle would be so fun

-And since Joel looks at Ellie as a daughter, you’re best friends with her, maybe eventually even dating her??

(this is kinda a whole other headcanon lol)

-Joel is super supportive of you and Ellie’s relationship, he trusts ellie a lot and he trusts that you know what’s good for you

-When you came out to him it was tough for you and even tougher for him to understand it

-”Dad.... I’m Gay/bi(or whatever your preference is<3)”

-It took him a bit to take in what you just said

-He didn’t really understand it, it was different back in his time

-But he knew he loved you and wanted you to be happy

-”I kinda had a feeling.. but it’s okay. You’ll always be my baby girl.”

-You just bawled your eyes, it was honestly the first time you came to terms with yourself

-He knew how much of a relief this was for you, he knows how much it hurts to hide yourself for so long

-He just pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles on your back while you bawled your eyes out

-”At least i know you won’t be getting pregnant any time soon.”

-You couldn’t help but laugh at his stupid jokes

-If anyone dared to say some shit about it, he would be ready to beat the fuck out of someone

-You, ellie and him would have dinners together, you and ellie would hold hands and share small glances at each other

-He would see that and he would try to hide his huge grin, HE HAS A EYE FOR LOVE AND MAMA YALL ARE SO IN LOVE HE CAN’T

(anyways i’m getting off track back to daddy joel)

-Joel’s not much of a dancer but he taught you how to slow dance

-You two would be in the living room with some old country song and he would be teaching you the steps

-”You never know when this will come in handy, what if you date a person who likes to dance huh? you can tell them your daddy taught you the basics.”

-At the dances you would just stand at the bar with him, not having any interests with any of the people there

-Eventually he would pull you onto the dance floor just to show off your dance moves . You two could look like idiots together

- He taught you a lot, he taught you how to wood carve, how to shoot a gun and even how to pick a lock

-You two shared a love for music so yall would have long talks about old music

-You were really close with him, i mean your mom died so he was all you had. He was a single parent raising a teenage girl so he was really protective of you

-He wrote a whole song for you, future days?? yeah that was for you (for the headcanon lets just say he wrote it shush)

-There was a time were you felt down, about life and about yourself

-You were questioning everything, you weren't the same and his fatherly instinct could tell something was up

-So over a nice cup of coffee you opened up to him, telling him how you don’t get the point of this sad life. How you feel nothing mattered

-He was taken back, it wasn’t like you too be like this. He saw you go through tough times but it was never like it. you weren’t yourself

-”You know, i’ve struggled to survive for so long even before the outbreak. but you have to keep finding something to fight for, look at the bigger picture. You are here, with me. You're alive with a roof over your head, obviously there is a plan for you. You are smart and kind, I know it because I raised you that way. You will find your purpose eventually and i know that doesn’t help the feeling go away but i hope it will bring you some kind of peace.”

-It did bring you peace, it felt nice to hear it especially from him

-When he died, your world fell apart.

-There was no more singing, no more dancing, and no more kisses good night... it was just nothing

-You slept in his bed for months straight, you wore his clothes, you even drank out of his coffee cup

-It seemed like you were never going to recover, your world had stopped.

-”You have to keep finding something to fight for.”

-You never did recover from it, but you slowly but surely picked yourself up

-You always brought new flowers to his grave, all his favorite kind too

-You settled down in a farmhouse with ellie, you littered it with things to honor and remind you of your dad

-He raised you well, he raised you to be tough and smart but he always taught you how to be loving and kind to people

-He was so proud of you for growing up to be a lovely woman and where he was now, he would always love you

!Credit to Gif owner!

#Joel Miller #joel miller x reader #Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou joel #the last of us x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

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weeb-writor · 4 years ago

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Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash, leaving him a single father

Hello, gonna be very honest I forgot how to read properly and read a request wrong and wrote a 3000 word fic for it, woohoo! But i mean at least you guys get a fic from it, lol. Italics are flashbacks, bold is reality trying to pull him out of his head, and the regular text is reality. The actual request should be up tomorrow. Reader is neutral and I didn't specify the birthing process! Hope you all enjoy.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash leaving him a single dad, he has flashes backs of your life together.

TW: Death, depiction of a car crash and blood. Kinde heavy angst

Words: 3052

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“I am so sorry sir but there's nothing we could do for them, w-” The doctor went on but the words slurred together in Bakugou's mind. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you were both supposed to grow old together. Supposed to send Kaori to her first day of school together. To bully the shit out of her first significant other. Go all out on each and every one of her birthdays. To give her at least 3 more brats to hang out with...to cry as you sent her off to college. This isn't how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to protect you, to be your hero. Everything you both had promised to each other was slipping through his grasped fist and the flashbacks were not helping either.

“Watch where you are going, Pomeranian.” You said to him.

“Pomeranian? The fuck, watch your mouth shitty extra!” He roared back at you.

“I think you’re the one who needs soap in his mouth, you're cursing every other word.” You cocked a brow at him.

“Whatever you god damn extra, get outta my way i'm gonna be late.” He backed off shocking his small group of friends.

“What the heck bakubro! If I said that to you I would be dead! You’re caught by the balls already!” Denki said pouting

“Whaddyah just say dunce face? I am not and it doesn't matter. I went easy cause they're so insignificant I wont see them again.” He said with a shrug as they walked into the training yard where their class was meeting.

“Alright, today we have a few helpers from other classes to help you with physical combat skills without the use of your quirks. Pair up with them, if you can actually beat them the first go than you pass. If you don’t, then well you fail, and will do supplementary training with me after every class.” Aizawa said, zipping himself into his sleeping bag.

“Hello class 1-A, Im Y/N. I am in charge of everybody you're about to fight, we've all trained in various types of Martial arts, and uhh you're probably all gonna lose but try your hardest alright?! I've got match-ups based on your physical abilities, so let's begin.” You said getting everyone into their pairs.

“So much for never seeing them again, huh?” Sero said laughing at the fuming bakugou.

“Yeah you’ll be seeing a lot more of me Pomeranian boy, but for now let me wipe the floor with you.” You said getting into a fighting position. He remembers how he lost that fight, terribly he might add. You only offered to help him after the loss, ignoring all his cries of protest. He didn't only lose the fist fight, he lost his heart to you. He had hoped you would never give it back to him, but here you are giving him his heart back. He hated these images, he wants them to stop.

“Bakugou”

“Go on a date with me.” You said as you and bakugou walked back to the dorms together after a sparring session.

“What!?” He yelled at you a deep shade of red.

“You know, on a date, and then you know if all goes well like 2 more before you kiss me and ask me to be officially yours because i'm not easy, you know?”

“Who asks like that!” He continued to yell.

“What did you want some flowers too, bakugou.” You giggled at him.

“You damn, dumbass! Fine but we're going now!” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Wait but we are sweaty and I wanted to look nice! You're such a tyrant, Bakugou!” You sang as he pulled you away but slammed into his back as he came to a halting stop.

“Katsuki...call me Katsuki.” He said looking to the side with a blush. This moment was precious to him, your stupid giggle always brought brought blood rushing to his cheeks and made his heart race. As precious as it was, he begged his mind to stop, he didn't want to see what he couldn't have anymore… he wants to forget.

“Bakugou!”

“You know, if i knew you were so messy I wouldn't have moved in with you.” Bakugou yelled to you as he put up one of your many blankets that were always littered around the house.

“Sorry not Sorry, Kat, it's your fault for keeping this damn house like an ice box all the time.” You said as you shoved some more takeout into your mouth.

“And why did you order takeout, i wanted to cook instead of eating that shitty and so unhealthy food.” He nagged you some more but you only giggled. He smiled, that had become his favorite sound.

“Because Mr. Pro- Hero some of us are college students barely staying afloat! It's my last semester so let me live, you ass! Also you are so much like your mother babe, it's kind of funny.” You said to him. His head was bulging in irritation as he sat next to you.

“I can't believe I want to marry you…” He said shaking his head with a sigh. You put down your takeout and stared at him with wide, teary eyes.

“You want to marry… me?” You said to him, he chucked at you before placing a black velvet box in your hand.

“Yeah, so say yes and put the ring on.” He blushed looking away from you.

“You jerk, this is how you ask me? And like an idiot of course I'm putting on the ring with no hesitation.” You giggled around your tears, admiring the ring you had just placed on your finger.

“Yeah, as I recall, you asked me out the same way. Whaddyah want some flowers?” He teased you with a grin. You looked at him with burning passion before your lips met, engaging in a fiery dance of passion. Stop, stop. Please just stop, he begged his brain. At the moment he thought it was perfect, it was so you and so him. Now, he wished he did it on tv or yelled it from the rooftops. Maybe then it would have shown the universe, or god, or whatever was taking him from you just how much he needed and loved you. Just maybe it would have permitted this outcome.

“Bakugou!!”

You and bakugou stared down at the little 6 pound baby. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the girl came home, which was 4 day ago! Maybe it was because you had just taken her to meet her grandparents and she didn't want to deal with her grandparents much like her father.

“Give me that baby!” his mom said swopping the baby into her hands. You only giggled at her excitement but Bakugou threw a fit.

“Mom! She's a fuc-freaking newborn! You’ve got to be gentle and support her head! You’re gonna hurt her, it's dangerous” He shouted at his mom.

“Oh hush you ingrate. If that was true believe me kid you’d be dead by now, would've saved me a lot of trouble. Now come on little Kaori, I know you've got it.” She said looking down at Kaori.

“What's she got?” You asked curiously. The blonde did not respond, only blew a little stream of air on the baby's nose and then turned her towards you and the blonde next to you who was still pouting. The baby stirred before waking up giving you all the meanest mug you had ever seen come from a baby. She stared at bakugou and then at you before going back to sleep.

“She’s got the bakugou bitch face or the bakugou glare or even the bakugou mean mug. However you want to call it but that doesn't matter cause she’s got it.” His mom said placing the sleeping baby in the basinet you guys had brought.

“Did that brat just glare at me!?” Bakugou whispers, causing you to burst into full belly laughter.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he said to you trying to hide his small smile that was brought out by your laughing.

“Nothing, I just love you and I believe you just said H-E double hockey sticks so we're getting takeout on the way home, love.” You said kissing his cheek. He only stuck his tongue out at you before mumbling a quick ‘i love you back’. It's getting more painful now he's drawing closer to the day he knew his mind was counting down to. As much as he wanted to relish in the memory all he could think of was how Kaori wouldn't remember you or your melodious laughing. How he should have said I love you more clearly in that moment. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the flashes to stop, the memories to stop but they wouldn't and he knew because they were telling your story.

“BAKUGOU!!”

“Come here, dumbass I wanna cuddle!” Bakugou yelled from your bed.

“Hold on I just wanna call your mom and make sure Kaori is okay. It's the first time Kaori has been away so long. She’s only eleven months, she's probably scared without us.” You said with the phone in your hand pacing.

“Babe, if you are so worried you should know I called my mom while you were bathing. Kaori is chasings around my mom's fat cat. And my moms gonna call when they are putting her to bed so we can say goodnight. Now, get over here and quit worrying I want to cuddle you.” He said finally getting you relax enough to lay down, you rested your head on his chest.

“You're such a good dad, you were worried enough to phone your mom.” You said breathing in his caramel scent.

“Of course I did, I worry about you and Kaori whenever yall are out of my sight. I love you both too much yet not enough at the same time.” He said to you kissing the top of your head.

“Katsuki I want us to always be this way, I want to always be with you and kaori smiling. I love you both too much too.” You said back to him straddling him to meet his eyes.

“I want some more brats and a cat and a dog. I want everything with you. And I want it for forever” He said looking up at you with passion. He needs it to stop, he can't relive the same nightmare. He didn't want the image of you dying in his hands to replay, but that's where his mind was heading, wasn't it?

“Bakugou!? Can you hear me!?”

“You know when people said you become boring when you have a baby I didn't believe them but were totally boring. We just did 10 over the speed limit to pick up Kaori.” You said taking a glance in the mirror to see her cute little grumpy face.

“Baby I realized we were boring when we went to that baby store on our day off to look at baby stuff and we went “ ohh” and “awhh” to every third object we saw.” He said back to you with a chuckle. You giggled at him and your eyes fluttered shut for just a second, it was a second too long because when you opened them you slammed into a car ahead of you that had just been in an accident causing a pile up. Behind you a semi rammed into your suv doing terrible damage to the car and everyone inside. Bakugou was the first to wake and quickly fought to get himself free. Once he did he was all over you but you were in far worse shape and the metal of the car dug into you, slicing you open, and locking you into place.

“Noo.. Kat get Kaori first.” you whispered to him.

“Y/N, i'll get you out first, you're right here. Then we’ll get kaori together.” He said tears spilling from his eyes.

“Katsuki, please get Kaori first. Please, i'll try to get loose myself” You plead with him, he thought about it but you were more stuck than her and you were bleeding heavily from the metal cutting into your abdomen.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Her first, then me! I’ll wait for you, promise.” That was all he needed to hear, his heart ached for his little girl who was crying softly more shocked than hurt.

“It's alright baby we're gonna get you safety and then dadas gonna come get mommy and we’ll all go home cuddle.” He said as he pulled the baby from her car seat, recognizing ‘home’ and ‘cuddle’ she clapped at him. He planted gross, wet kisses all over her face before dashing to the place where he saw all the flashing lights congregating. It was a pretty big pile up so there were a lot of ambulances. He took the first one open.

“This is Bakugou Kaori, she’s eleven months and has no allergies to anything or any medication. I'll be coming back with Bakugou y/n who has a pretty deep gash in their abdomen and isn't allergic to any medication either.” He said as the EMT took his baby from him. He almost didn't want to leave her but he knew you were waiting on him, so he dashed back to your totaled car where he saw people crowding your figure as they had just pulled you out.

“Y/N!” He said dropping to the ground taking you from the girl who was holding you.

“Come on, you're bleeding a lot we’ve got to get you to the ambulance.” He said tears cascading from his eyes as he tried to lift you while simultaneously slowing your bleeding but as he lifted you not only did you scream, blood rushed out of your gash at a very alarming rate.

“We can't lift them, they're losing too much blood, the ambulance got to come down here….They’ll die if we take them down there.” Someone said as Katsuki placed you back on the ground. He wanted to yell at them and tell them they were wrong but he knew they weren't. As well as he knew the ambulance wouldn't fit down here, it was hard for him to fit through the cracks of the cars. He had to try though for you, for Kaori, and for himself.

“You're all hurt, go get to an ambulance and get some help, idiots.... And please, I'm begging you, make one of them come down here.” The group of people nodded as they raced for the ambulances.

“Told you I’d wait on you, Kat.”

“Yeah, you did such a good job, baby! You are so strong, love. They went to get help, everything's gonna be alright.” He whispered to you clutching your body closer to him.

“Who are you trying to convince me or you.” You laughed coughing up blood.

“Stop laughing, dumbass this isn't funny.” He gritted his teeth at you.

“Alright then stuffy, onto the serious business. I want Kaori to grow up knowing what love is, so tell her all our cheesy stories. I want her to grow up knowing she is so loved by you so tell her everyday from me and you that you love her more than anything. I want her to know she can come to you for anything so don't be such a hardass to her when she starts to rebel a little��. I don't want her to forget my face or my voice too much, so as much as it might hurt at first show her all the pictures and videos we took over the years. And when she's old enough to understand what happened tonight tell her she doesn't need to go to my grave if she ever wants to talk to me, I'm always watching over you both, promise.” You paused to throw up some more blood. “And now for you my love, I won't say anything to cliché. Like ‘i want you to find love’ cause we both know I am the jealous type but if it happens don't worry I'm not turning over in my grave. I want you to keep following that dream of yours if anyone can be the Top hero and a single dad it’s you, Kat. I want you to indulge yourself and eat takeout sometimes that stuffy diet of yours isn't fun. Be sad for as long as you need but just don't hold it all inside and try to continue on like everything is fine. It's okay to cry, to need a break or some help or both really. Lastly, Bakugou Katsuki, I love you and I am so sorry we didn't get that always and forever we wanted.” You said using the last of your strength to caress his cheek. He sobbed as he grasped your hand and held it tighter to his cheek.

“I love y-” he tried to say but stopped as he realized you were already gone. You didn't get to hear it back from him… the scream that ripped from him was pure anguish in its finest form. He should've been quicker to say it. He should have said it more often. He just should have. And now he was begging his head to stop playing these flashbacks to stop driving the knife further into his heart, he had a daughter he was trying to live for. He just wanted it to stop.

“DADA DADA”

Just like that he was drawn from his head. He looked around to see his friends and family staring at him in concern and his daughter at his feet with fat tears rolling down her face. He quickly picked her up, cursing at himself as he probably just scared her.

“What are you crying for you, little brat?” He started but paused as fat tears of his own rolled down his sunken cheeks “Everything's gonna be alright soon, so we shouldn't cry for too long okay, Brat.” He said as he hugged Kaori tighter than he should have. Somewhere in his mind he did believe it. That he and his daughter would be okay but for right now he was trying to stay afloat in the waves of suffocating flashbacks.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #bhna x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #very sad #angst #poc writers

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scorsoneamelia · 3 years ago

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Can you write something in which link gives an organ to scout?

okay i wanna give a quick shoutout to @amelinkendgame for helping me come up with ideas because i was stuck on this one for a bit!! <3333 thank yall for your patience i hope this one isn’t disappointing!!

sorry if theres an typos lol

Lately, Scout hasn’t been feeling good, saying he was always sleepy or that his “tummy was hurting and he felt sick”. At first, both Amelia and Link assumed it was just the flu or maybe even just an upset stomach. It wasn’t until they noticed slight swelling around their son’s hands and ankles, which raised more and more redflags and being the anxious parents they are, they had brought him to hospital just to be safe.

After many tests, mostly being blood and urine tests they came across the problem, and it wasn’t just a simple flu or an upset stomach. The news made Amelia’s heart drop into her stomach and Link’s hand let go of hers to run to his sons side.

“Kidney failure? What? --- How?” Scout was healthy, he was always healthy, she always made sure he was feeling one hundred percent because she was always so anxious about what would happen to him. “Is there a cause?”

Hayes, the peds doctor was looking through Scout’s chart at all of the tests he had run. “I will run plenty of tests to find out the main cause for this, but in the meantime, you’re going to have to discuss a plan. If you want to do a transplant, we need to find a matching donor.”

Of course Scout would be okay with one kidney, but that would make Amelia anxious all the time, knowing that he only has one working kidney and that, that one as well could fail randomly when nobody was expecting it. Both of hers and Link’s eyes met, while Scout was distracted with one of his toys he brought with himself. “Test us.” Link stated, glancing back over at Hayes. “Maybe one of us is a match.” There was hope in his voice, his eyes, too.

“Okay,” Hayes nodded. “Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be back.”

The second the doctor left, closing the curtain shut to give the family company, Amelia was walking up to Link, wrapping an arm around his waist and giving his tall body a side hug. “He’s going to be okay, right?”

Link’s arms were wrapping around Amelia’s, pulling her closer into him as if that was even possible before placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “He’s going to be okay.”

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Link was a match and Amelia was not.

It was good news that at least one of them were able to help with a kidney transplant and they wouldn’t have had to put their son on the donors list. There were many concerns, too many for the two of them to be able to calm their minds and their nerves. Link’s initial concern was that he wouldn’t be able to give his kidney due to his health history, his cancer and all, but they eventually found out that since it’s been over three years since his last cancer treatment he was perfectly okay to donate his kidney. The other concern running through Amelia’s mind was that she felt like this was her fault, her son already needed an organ transplant by the age of five and she was blaming herself. Blaming herself for not noticing sooner, blaming herself because it could be a birth defect and she found herself thinking of every possible reason that her baby could be sick, finding reasons to blame herself.

Hayes promised he’d figure out the reason why his kidney was failing, saying he’d have to sit down and actually take a look because he didn’t understand it. He told them to take their son home for the night, get a good nights rest and come back in the morning so that they could get started, and hopefully have some answers.

Scout was rubbing his eyes on the car ride home, dozing in and out of a light sleep while occasionally letting out a whine, saying “Mommy, I’m tired and I don’t feel good.” So the second they got home, Amelia was taking Scout to his room to put him down for bed.

She tucked him into bed, giving him a kiss on his forehead and running her hands through his hair softly. “Goodnight, angel, I love you. Daddy also loves you and you need to get a good sleep because we have a very big day tomorrow.”

“Okay, Mommy I love you.” Scout said softly, pulling the blanket up higher to his chin, a smile tugging at his lips. She could see Link in him, so many of the same features and she thought he was beautiful.

“I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.” She whispered before turning off the lamp next to his bed and exiting the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Link was standing in the hall, beside his door, obviously eavesdropping.

“Eavesdropping?” She asked, them both making their way down the hall to their bedroom.

“No, I was just walking by.” She knew he was lying but she dropped it, sitting down on the bed, bringing the blanket up to cover her legs.

Amelia fell silent and Link noticed, sitting down on the bed as well but sitting directly across from her, pulling her closer to him. “Hey, everything’s going to be okay, I’m a match, everything is going to work out.”

“Was this my fault?” She muttered, her eyes glancing down at the bed. “Did something happen in the pregnancy? Is this a birth defect? Am I a bad mom for not noticing that he was getting sick? Was there something I could have done?” Amelia was rambling, something she often did. Link shook his head, grabbing both of her hands in his.

“Scout is very happy, you’ve done nothing wrong. Don’t beat yourself up and blame yourself up without knowing the facts,” his voice was soothing and soft.

“The facts are, Scout is loved deeply by both of us and he’s happy and the other fact is that we have a match, and I’m willing to do it. He will be okay, Amelia.” He brushed a stray piece of brown hair away from her face, her hair was soft and her eyes were deep blue and Link always seemed to find himself getting lost in them.

“Just breathe, one day at a time,” he chimed, a smile washing over his face. “That’s the saying, right?”

She leaned forward so that their lips were connecting, both of them trying to get as close as they possibly could and she was practically falling into his lap, her hands resting on his knees for support before she brought one hand up to his jawline.

Maybe he was right, Scout was going to be okay. They have a donor, there’s nothing else wrong, everything will work out just as it needs to be.

But even though Link calmed her down, and reassured her, that thought, maybe she could’ve noticed sooner will still be sitting in the back of her mind for the rest of the night.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Alright fuckers, ready to hear how childish i am?

i still mostly believe in Santa Claus...

i can hear your groaning but lemme explain why.

when i was kid, probably like, 11, i woke up Christmas morning at like 1am, and i was thirsty, so i proceeded to go out to the kitchen to get some water.

lo and behold, my dad is at his desk typing away, and he sees me and says “what are you doing up?” i dont remember what i said but i think i just said “water” or something, he nods and continues on his computer. i go get my cup of water, glance at the microwave clock and see that it is indeed 1am (my dad never stays/stayed up past 11pm so it was just so odd that i remembered that odd detail) i drink my water, say goodnight to my dad and go back to bed. as im laying there im like....”was he wearing his work clothes?” (button up shirt and his hair was slicked back like he does in the morning i could also smell his after shave and hair stuff) which made no sense to me since he had Christmas off.

i decide to get outta bed again and go look.

hes gone, the lamp on his desk is shut off, his computer is off, and theres NEW presents by the fireplace and the stockings were full. que baby me being hella confused and i sneak to my parents room, which they keep open for me since at that time i would get bad nightmares and would need cuddles.

i peek in and, both of them are dead asleep, my dad snoring loud as ever and my mom curled up on the other side of the bed.

my brain was too tired to comprehend anything so i shrugged it off and went back to bed.

Christmas morning, i ask my dad “dad were you up at 1am in your work clothes and on your computer” (before you say bullshit 11 year olds dont talk like that, im paraphrasing for yall) he looks at me weirdly and straight up says “no??”

then the gears turn in my head and i grin like a little maniac “i saw Santa”

and then i proceeded to tell my brothers and parents of my experience, and they were all like “what wha??” because my dad genuinely wasn't up at 1am on his computer.

call me childish but thats why i still mostly believe in Santa, i just think after awhile, and after parents “admit” to their kids that he isnt real, he stops visiting and leaves the “santa” to the parents (like my dad who does santa gifts still lol he knows i know he does the presents and stockings but he likes that i still enjoy that part of Christmas)

anyway hope that made you smile at my weirdness and have a happy holiday

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silver-wield · 5 years ago

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Can you do an analysis on Cloud and Tifa’s body language during that scene when they’re in Cloud’s room and he’s slyly referring to his promise to Tifa? There was crazy sexual tension in that scene and it honestly looked like Cloud was subtly being flirty with her 😭

No probs, Nonny! I actually already touched on their body language in a reply to a gif set of this bit, so we'll just expand on that ^=^

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a VERY long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I've had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea's approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Keep reading

Recap time! Yall know the drill by now if you've read my other ramblings.

Chapter 3, where we get a room (lol), do some jobs and have a chat with Tifa. It's pretty basic stuff until the cut scene after Marle gives Cloud a talking to. She's the overprotective grandmother figure that Tifa needs in her life and she wants to make sure Cloud isn't messing with her. Now, why would she think that? Well, maybe she picked up some hints when Tifa mentioned Cloud to her about wanting a place to stay? Marle's pretty sharp, after all, and if she got the impression Tifa is carrying a torch, she'd definitely make sure Cloud's not about to blow it out. She tells him to pay attention to her, to listen. This is the very first instance of Cloud taking in that kind of info and it changes how he treats others for the rest of the game.

After the chapter 4 mission where Cloud reflects on his promise to Tifa, it's back to the slums for some rest. Then Tifa knocks on his door and enters. She mentions Cloud was gone for a while, and he answers he was walking so that he keeps Jessie's secret – because he's that kind of guy.

Small talking Tifa is cute, but lol, Cloud seems to have purposely forgotten Johnny since he's yet another admirer of Tifa. For a guy who doesn't forget info like morons who could cause them trouble in the long run, it's pretty telling how quickly he is to dismiss Johnny.

Onto something more interesting in this pic, though. Cloud is sitting on the bed. Now, if he wasn't comfortable around Tifa he'd have got up. His eyeline is lower than hers so he has to look up at her. This puts her in a position of dominance over him – also not surprising since his mentality is that of a 16yr old around her and she's the adult in the relationship. Tifa for her part has her body turned to the side in a non-confrontational pose.

Tifa has her hands clasped in front of herself (couple of seconds before this screen) which indicates she's trying to protect herself as she asks the question if Cloud is leaving Midgar. Not surprising since she's afraid of losing people she cares about and even just someone heading off somewhere else would upset her, though she'd try not to show it.

Cloud, for his part, looks away, appearing as though he's thinking it over, but we're already aware he's decided to stay and help Tifa out, so this is a fake out on his part. He's half-teasing, half trying to get a positive response from her (remember the water tower? Yeah, this is that Cloud. The dork. The one who is useless at talking to girls).

I'm sorry, but Cloud is such a cheeky bastard I just can't with him! This is giving me all the throwbacks to his behaviour at the water tower and I love that it mirrors that moment, but with more success on his part this time. He's looking all around trying not to give himself away before it's needed. He's smiling and looks relaxed. He might be sitting but he definitely believes he has the upper hand between them at this point. Remember, I've said before that eye contact is important. Well, in this case, Cloud's deliberate refusal to make eye contact shows he's teasing. This is such a cute moment between them!

Oh ho! But here's where his teasing ends. Cloud is being completely serious and obviously took the promise between them as being special. Ducking his head out of sight completely prevents us from seeing his expression and allows him to act in a casual way about something that's such an important part of who he became. But, he's not quite pulling it off because he's also looking quite defensive in this pose. His hands are clasped in front of him and he's leaning forward, looking at the floor. This is something very meaningful for him to talk about and he's hoping Tifa doesn't brush it off, so if he doesn't look at her he won't have to see her reaction.

Tifa's obviously got her own interpretation of how that promise went. We can guess she did it because she just wanted a guarantee she'd see Cloud again some day from how she acted during the water tower cut scene. Here, she's leaning back on her hands which leaves her body language open, but also conceals something. She's looking down, the same way Cloud did. She's also hiding her true feelings towards Cloud the same way he's hiding from her, but she's being as honest as she can be as the same time. I've seen people call Tifa a liar because of how she doesn't address Cloud's memory problems in OG, but when you really take a close look at her, lying just isn't her. This is a complex moment between them. They've not long met again and they're having this heavy conversation. The feelings between them are still there, but there's all this other stuff that's more important. But, they know they're friends, and that's a good place to start getting to know each other again, and Cloud choosing to stay is that first step, with the quick follow up of him reminding her of their shared history.

Cloud, you smooth bastard I love you for this! This is definitely flirting! He's looking directly at her, then dips his head to the side in an inviting gesture. His eyes soften and he gets this tiny smile on his face. His body language has changed, too. He's sitting up and back slightly with both arms by his sides. There's no more defensiveness about him. He wants to listen to her. Cloud is choosing to ask for Tifa's confidence. He's letting her know she can rely on him. That he's interested.

For her part, Tifa's pleased, but surprised. She's not long got back in touch with Cloud and, while he's been a decent guy, she's had the overall impression he isn't the same as the soft boi she knew, so this is a revelation for her. The Cloud she knew is still within this Cloud – which anyone who knows the real!Cloud SOLDIER!Cloud storyline is exactly the point of this moment. Tifa knows his true self. The true self that comes out only when he's with her.

Cloud, bro, I'm gonna combust from all these flirty gestures! Fully open body language, a smile, teasing tone. Goddamnit, just say you love her already! Yes, please, invite Tifa to check you out. Remember, he's still sitting. He's so relaxed and natural around her. Even if all you saw was two friends and no ship, you'd be insane to think he isn't a different person in this scene. He's not SOLDIER Cloud here.

Tifa, for her part, isn't flirting here. She likes Cloud, that's clear, and her body language is reaching towards him, which suggests she has feelings towards him, but her tone is more playful and her expression is pleased. She's happy to see her friend isn't too different from the one she knows. Most of the flirting in this scene is on Cloud's side, which makes sense when you think of the torch he's been carrying for her. He's trying to get her attention, same way he did when they were kids. Tifa's oblivious but receptive because she likes him back, but she won't show it as much because she thinks he's not interested. Someone knock their heads together please lol

OMG FUCKING HELL CLOUD JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER! Leaning back on the bed, totally vulnerable body language, drawing attention to the bod in an attempt to spark her interest – since he's clearly interpreted this line from Tifa as a rejection – this boi is trying so hard! He even looks a little disappointed she's not more impressed with SOLDIER Cloud, but we knew she preferred the dork anyway lol

Now, I know everyone talks about the physical and emotional distance between them here, which is obvious, but what I'm gonna point out is after feeling like SOLDER Cloud has been rejected by Tifa – thanks to her preference for the real deal – Cloud looks away from her. She's brushed him off and he's hiding his upset by not meeting her eyes.

Tifa is still oblivious to this, but Cloud definitely has a look of disappointment on his face.

Now, after that last bit you'd think Cloud would assume he's got no chance, but then Tifa says how glad she is to have him back and that cheers him up. He's still in that mindset of a 16yr old with a crush, whereas Tifa's moved on. She's had 5 years apart from him (she thinks it's 7, I know, but he saw her in Nibelheim and how she'd matured a little). She's not thinking of him in an openly romantic sense, whereas Cloud is definitely still deep in his feelings for her. Hearing she's happy to see him hints to him that he might still have a chance with her if they spend more time together. His soft af goodnight is the last indicator of his strong feelings for her. His body language is open once more, he's staring after her with a longing look and a smile and doesn't look away until the door closes.

Conclusion

JUST GET FUCKING MARRIED ALREADY IT'S BEEN 23 YEARS!

Lol seriously though, Cloud is definitely still deep in the throes of his childhood crush. Tifa could resurrect hers with time because it's clear she does still harbour feelings for him, but she's not the type to be pushy or insistent. She'll let Cloud take the lead and offer subtle hints how she feels, hoping he feels the same. She doesn't pick up on Cloud's subtle flirting compared to those more in your face things he tried earlier. Through all of those interactions with her he's definitely trying to say that he likes her and he'd like her to accept his feelings, but the bigger gestures get the brush off, although she blushes and looks shy, and the smaller ones go over her head.

Unfortunately, these two are oblivious af and it's gonna take everyone's help to get them together.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #cloti #cloud strife #tifa lockheart #seriously #just kiss already

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sailorsei · 5 years ago

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Vicar Max x Fem!Captain

Word count: 5.1k (I can’t write a short fic to save my life)

Summary: The Vicar has a hard time hiding his feelings until his Captain is terribly injured.

Warnings: 18+, smut!, blood, rapt bites, drinking, etc.

A/N: First Outer Worlds fic! Hope yall enjoy! This is pretty self indulgent jjdksjsdsj. The reader has the background as my outer worlds OC so I guess this could be oc x vicar max too but whatever lol. take place after the empty man quest.

I had never been one to open up. I never had been one to have close friends. Not on earth, even when my “aunt” had sent me to countless therapists and counselors, not when she signed me up from after school activities, and certainly not now, when I’m traipsing around Halcyon as some sort of freelancer. Never in a million of years did I think that I would be in a different solar system, trying to help some scientist guy revive hundreds of thousands of people, while also avoiding being caught by The Board. But here I stood, waiting for my rag tag group of friends to finish up their drinks before heading back to my ship, The Unreliable.

Stellar Bay was nice aside from the constant presence of monstrous creatures outside its walls, among other things. Nyoka and Ellie drunkenly laughed over some joke they had made as they stood from their seats at the bar. They somehow held each other up even though they could barely stand. Parvati, Felix, and Vicar Max were engaged in a discussion about the recent tossball match. I waited for them to exit the bar before following behind. I looked up at the sky as we made our way over to the elevator pad. The skies here were so much more beautiful than on Earth. I may have had a miserable life on Earth, but sometimes, I missed it. Sometimes.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed Vicar Max had slowed down just a bit so he could walk beside me. He cleared his throat and I snapped back to reality.

“Something troubling you, Captain? You hardly said a word at the bar.” He said. I looked at him and could see his concern. Was it coming from his Vicar side, or his Max side, you wondered.

“I’m fine, Max. Just… Reminiscing.” I replied, looking forward. We all stepped onto the elevator pad and I pulled the level for it to bring us up to my ship.

“May I ask what about?” He asked. I looked out onto the small town, taking it all in. I considered lying, saying something bland to get him off my back. But he was my friend. He deserved a real answer, as much as my instincts said not to.

“Just about my life before Halcyon.” I replied, turning to him. Max nodded slowly, considering how to respond. I didn’t talk about my old life much, besides the highlights.

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Parents were killed in a car accident when I was 5, my mother’s business partner took me in. Raised me, well, my nanny raised me. Woman was a saint. I kept my head down in my school years. Focused on my studies, I didn’t want to get attached to anyone. The thought of losing someone again scared me. When I was 25, my nanny of my childhood had contacted me, saying she couldn’t take it anymore. She revealed that my “aunt”, mom’s business partner, had had my parents killed so she could take control of their business, after a heated disagreement between them. Mom wanted to run a compassionate pharmaceutical business. Aunt Lydia had other ideas. My nanny had then revealed, I was supposed to be in the car.

So my aunt had to play the good friend role, and take me in. I went to go blow the whistle on what my aunt had done, when I was ambushed and drugged. I woke up in a space suit and in the frozen chamber on The Hope. My aunt standing before me. I weakly tried pushed against the pod door when she simply sighed.

“It’s no use. It’s sealed from the outside.” She said. I tried again when she yelled my name to stop.

“Why?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I couldn’t have you expose me. Everything I worked for would have been ruined.” She said. She walked up to the pod, inches from the glass.

“I know it won’t mean anything, but I am sorry for what happened to them.” She rested her hand on the glass for just a moment, before retracting it. She backed away and turned to leave when she looked back. “I hope you can make a life for yourself.” She walked away. The next thing I remember is waking up to Phineas reviving me.

Max decided to not press the issue further, giving me his usual spiel of if I needed to talk, he was there for me. And I silently thanked him with a nod. It’s not that I didn’t think I could trust him with what was going on in my head, I was afraid that if once I opened up, it wouldn’t stop.

I made sure Nyoka and Ellie were tucked into their cabins, shutting their doors so they could sleep off the impending hang overs without interruption. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and said goodnight to the rest of the gang and headed to my room. The view of space was something I would never get sick of. I laid on my bed and just lost myself in the stars, and soon, to sleep.

I woke up to hearing ADA saying that there is only one bathroom for the millionth time. I got up from my bed, rubbing my face. I slipped on some fresh clothes and made my way to the kitchen. Everyone was in the kitchen, talking to each other, while SAM cleaned around everyone.

“Mornin’ Captain!” Parvati chirped. She turned her attention back to a little gadget she had been tinkering with. I offered a small wave to my crew as I made my way over to the fridge to get some water. I could feel Max’s eyes on me as I was standing at the counter. My cheeks warmed up from the supposed attention and turned around, nonchalantly, to see if my suspicion was right.

Max averted his eyes quickly and I tilted my head slightly. Did I have something on my back? Was my hair messy? I was going to ask him when Felix called for my attention.

“Hey Boss, so, you’re like 95, right?” Felix asked. I looked at him confused, but did the math quickly in my head.

“I believe so. Froze at 25, to be awakened 70 years later. Why?” I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms.

“Since you’re the oldest, you make all the rules around here.” Felix said, looking like he just proved some point that you were unaware of.

“I mean, I feel like being Captain trumps that, but I guess?” I replied. Felix sheepishly whispered “Oh yeah…” before turning back to what he was doing. The others giggled at that.

I pushed off from the counter and started to make my way down to ADA when I heard Max call my name. I stopped at the stair I was at and looked up at Max.

“What’s up, Max?” I asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, after last night. I, uh,” He paused for a moment, he seemed nervous. I tilted my head, curious. “I didn’t want to press.” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just in a weird head space last night. Thanks for the concern, but you’re the one that seems to have something on his mind, do YOU need to talk about something, Vicar?” I rose a few steps, crossing my arms. Even though I was just two steps away from him, my head had to tilt back a bit so I could still maintain eye contact. He stood at 6’4”, whereas I was 5’4”, so I had to do this often.

Max stammered a bit before answering.

“Nothing is the matter, Captain, I assure you. If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded and walked back towards the kitchen. I stood there, baffled, but turned and walked down to ADA.

“ADA, why are humans so confusing?” I asked, mostly rhetorical, as I typed away on the terminal.

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Captain. Humans are truly an enigma.” ADA replied.

“Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” I said, amused. “Anyway, let’s head to Groundbreaker. Gladys has a side job she needs done.”

“Right away, Captain.” ADA replied. The ship roared to life and headed towards Groundbreaker.

Walking off the ship, Max and Parvati followed close behind.

“Do you mind if I go see Junlei while you talk to Gladys, Cap?” Parvati asked. When I had first gotten to Edgewater, I had quite the crush on Parvati. But she soon showed interest in Junlei and I reeled back my feelings. Didn’t need to complicate the crew.

“Of course, Parv. Just meet us back on the ship in like, 20 minutes.” I replied. Parvati nodded quickly, and took off to see her girlfriend. It was sweet how smitten she was.

Max and I walked in silence towards the Rest-N-Go, when Max cleared his throat.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Captain, I’m curious. Did you have any paramours when you were on Earth?” He asked. I looked at him, and kind of laughed.

“Are you asking if I was seeing anyone while on Earth? You’re not going to lecture me on pre-marital sex are you?” I asked. Max quickly tried to back pedal on what he asked when I nudged him with my elbow.

“Relax, Preacher Man. I’m teasing.” He rolled his eyes at the nick name. “I had a few people I saw every now and again, but never anything serious. Attachment issues really get in the way of healthy relationship.” Max went to inquire more when we arrived at Gladys’ office.

“Well look who it is, hello sweetheart. Did you get my message?” I nodded and Gladys pulled out a cartridge with information on the job and handed it to me.

“Now you be careful. I would hate to see my favorite freelancer get gobbled up by some rapts.” She cooed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I have quite the crew with me.” I rested my head on Max’s arm as a sign of trust but I felt him tense up. I chose to ignore it and waved goodbye to Gladys.

We stopped by Belle’s Shells for ammo, but the walk there was weird, to say the least. Max refused to make eye contact, and then made up some excuse that he needed to go to the ship immediately and just about sprinted to it. I scowled but turned back to the vendor when Parvati strolled up.

“Why did Max just literally run away from you?” She asked. I turned to her as the vendor grabbed more ammo from the back.

“I have no idea. He’s been acting weird lately. I tried to ask him about it but he clamed up. I thought maybe men would be easier to read in the future, and in a different solar system. But it seems I was wrong.” I said, huffing in frustration. “It’s fine though. He doesn’t have to open up about stuff he doesn’t want to. But I do think it’s funny how he always is asking me how I’M doing but as soon as it’s him, he just shuts up.” I looked over at Parvati to her holding in a snicker. I put my hands on my hips and looked at her with curiosity.

“Oh! Sorry! I don’t mean to laugh, Captain, just... I agree. Men are just that weird here. Yep.” Parvati nervously smiled. I wanted to press her further but the vendor came back with an arm load of ammo. I handed some to Parvati and headed back to the ship.

Parvati and I put the ammo in the cargo bay and then I headed to ADA, using the navigation terminal to head to Roseway. Gladys wanted me to check out a crashed ship that might have been holding some chemicals that are super hard to come by.

We landed on the Roseway landing pad and I geared up to check it out solo when Max stopped me.

“Captain, you’re not going alone, are you?” He inquired.

“Yeah, I am. It’ll be a quick in and out, and I didn’t want to bother anyone for that.” I offered him a smile and went to leave when he grabbed my hand. I looked at my hand and then at Max. He quickly let go.

“Allow me to join you, I would hate myself if anything happened to you.” He waited for me to respond.

“I’m 95, Max, I can take care of myself. I’ll be back before you know it.” I winked at him and headed out before he could protest.

Max paced by the door of the ship for what felt like hours. She should have been back by now, Max thought. Max considered going out to make sure things were alright when Ellie told him to chill out.

“She’s fine Max. I’m sure she’s just having a hard time finding whatever the fuck that old lady wanted her to find.” Ellie leaned against the door frame. Max considered that but still, he was worried.

“I still would like to know for sure. We should make sure our Captain is okay. ” Max said, checking the ammo in his gun.

“Sure, that’s why you want to check. Wink Wink.” Did she just say wink out loud, Max thought.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Ellie.” Max replied, anger bubbling up.

“Please. Everyone on this ship knows you have the hots for the Captain. Just tell her already.”

“Ellie, that is just—“

“Vicar, sir? I think you should tell her too.” Parvati appeared next to Ellie. Max rolled his eyes. “Now, listen, sometimes you need to take a chance? If the Captain hadn’t told me to take a chance, Junlei and I wouldn’t have gotten to know each other better. Just consider it.” Parvati walked away before Max could respond.

“You all can stay here but I’m going to go check on her.” Max walked over to the door and opened it to find the Captain standing on the other side. Max turned bright red. Had the Captain heard? He went to ask her how long she had been standing there when he looked down to see the huge bite mark on the Captains side, blood soaked clothes shredded around it. The Captain went to speak when her legs gave out. Max caught her just in time.

“Ellie! Get everyone now! The Captain is hurt!” Max picked the Captain up bridal style and rushed her to the cargo bay. He laid her down on the cot that was left there from the previous Captain and moved it to the middle of the bay.

Everyone rushed down, Parvati holding all the medical supplies they had on hand. The Captain was out cold, and the bleeding was getting worse.

“Okay, first we need to clean the wound!”

“What if there’s teeth embedded in her side?! We need to make sure!”

“Then get to checkin’!”

The group quickly got to work trying to save their Captain.

Everything sounded far away. Like I was wearing ear muffs but also was several rooms away from a loud party. I tried opening my eyes but even that was too much effort. My body felt like it was hit by a train. I tried to focus on what I could hear, since that was the only thing I could do.

I think I’m in my room. I hear Max. I heard Parvati. I think I hear Felix. My hearing is starting to get less muffled.

I think I hear Felix ask how I’m doing. Someone feels my forehead. I think it’s Parvati, her hands are calloused from all the work she does. She says my fever has gone down. Felix sighs in relief. I hear a chair pull up and someone grabs my hand, holds it. I think it’s Max. Parvati and Felix’s voices are gone now. It’s just Max.

“Why did you have to go alone?” I can barely hear him when he says this.

“Law… I will do anything you want. Anything you name it. Just let her be okay.” He lifts my hand and kisses it. He presses his forehead against my hand and just stays like that for a while. I hear him quietly cry. I want to let him know I’m okay but my body doesn’t listen. Even moving a finger seems impossible. But I’ve already beaten the impossible. I was revived on a 28% chance of survival. I needed to let Max know I’m okay.

I muster up all the strength I have, and it’s not a lot, and by some act of God or Law or whoever, I lightly squeeze his hand. Max snaps his head up and I know he’s looking at me, searching my face for a sign of life. I try my luck again, and I squeeze his hand again, weaker this time, but I manage. Max gasps lightly and lets out the breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Don’t ever go alone again.” He simply says. He kisses my forehead and I fall back asleep.

The next time I gain consciousness I’m alone. But this time I’m able to open my eyes and move. My side is killing me, my throat is dry, and I’m starved. I slowly try to sit up, swinging my legs off the side of my bed. The thing about being in space is you never really know what time it is. We’re not on Roseway anymore. I wonder if we’re in orbit or had left entirely.

I try to stand. With the help of the chair by my bedside, I’m able to. My legs are wobbly but I’m able to keep my balance. I’ve had to have been out for days. I slowly make my way over to my door but I stop at the stairs. I really want to know where everyone is but I don’t know if I can manage the stairs. It’s only 3 steps but in the state I’m in, it might as well be 30. I decide to try to step down when the door opens to reveal Max, holding some food.

We stare at each other for what feels like forever. All the feelings crashing into us like waves at sea. I must have leaned forward too much as I start to fall forward. But I don’t hit the floor. Max catches me with ease, at the expense of the snacks he had brought for me. He holds me to his chest, but he soon is clutching me. Trying to make sure I’m real and standing in front of him. I hear his heart racing and his breathing waver. I nuzzle into his neck as a way to bring him back from his racing thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He breaks the silence. I nod against his shoulder. He slowly lifts me up and brings me back to my bed. I reluctantly let go of him when he sits on the edge of my bed.

“How does your side feel?” He lifts up the loose shirt I’m wearing to make sure there’s no bleed through.

“I’m fine.” I croak out. Right, throat is still dry.

“Let me get you something to drink.” He says, he quickly leaves the room and comes back with a cup of water, and also the snacks he dropped. He gives me the cup and I drink it slowly, not wanting to choke. I hand him the cup back.

“You really gave us a scare.” He says, looking at his hands. I look at him and sigh.

“I’m sorry. Damn Rapt came out of nowhere and then my gun jammed—“ Max looks up and there’s tears in his eyes. I shut my mouth and lean forward and pull him into a hug. He hugs me tight, making sure he doesn’t hurt my side. I rub his back. I hear him chuckle and pull away, confused.

“Look at me, you’re the one that was at death’s door and I’m the one in tears.” He wipes his tears away.

“It’s okay to feel that way, though.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it. “How long have I been out?”

“Almost a week.”

“A WEEK?!” I gape.

“Rapt saliva is quite hard to work out of the bodies system. Plus Nyoka found some medication to keep you sedated so you wouldn’t try to move or do anything while healing.” Max said, sheepishly.

“I mean, that’s for the best. I would have wanted to go hunt down that rapt and show him whose boss.” I chuckle and lay back down. Max brushes hair out of my face and caress’ me.

“Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” I ask. Sometime the direct approach is the best. Max’s face grows pink, but he nods.

“How long have you had the hots for your Captain, Preacher Man?” I say, smirking. Max rolls his eyes at the name, but is smiling.

“It’s hard to tell. It feels like I’ve known you for a lifetime. Your courage and confidence drew me in, but your good heart and honesty were the real kicker. I do hope that this doesn’t cause any issues with me being on this ship. I understand if you would like me to return to Edgewa—“ Max’s words were hushed when I kissed him.

I pulled away to see his expression. Max was wide eyed and speechless.

“Now Max, did it ever occur to that perhaps I may like you back? Perhaps Captain also had the hots for Preacher Man?” Max smiled and pulled me into another kiss. This one deeper. I rested my hand on the side of his neck, pulling him more into the kiss. I started to lean back onto the bed when Max pulled away, concern on his face.

“I don’t want us to get ahead of ourselves, you’re still healing, remember?”

“Max, I haven’t gotten laid in over 70 years.” I pleaded. Max seemed hesitant still.

“If anything hurts, we stop.” Max stated. I nodded excitedly and grabbed him by the collar of his robes and crashed my lips against his.

Max rested one hand on the bed for support and the other on my cheek, his legs still hanging off the side of the bed. I rested a hand against his chest and the other around his neck. His lips left mine and kissed down the side of my jaw, down to my neck. I groaned lightly, and Max pulled away.

“Did that hurt?” He asked, worried.

“Max, I was moaning.” I said, flatly. He whispered “Oh” and went back to kissing my neck. I smiled to myself. He was such a goofball.

I slowly dragged my hand down his chest, down to his stomach, and then to the front of his pants. I rubbed his hard on through his pants. At that point he had stopped kissing my neck and was panting into my shoulder. I used my other hand and guided him back to my mouth so we could continue kissing. The kiss was very deep, as if he was trying to distract himself from me palming him through his pants.

Max’s free hand snaked its way up my shirt and started to massage my chest, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I opened my mouth at the sudden feeling and Max pulled my lower lip into his mouth.

At this point, I just wanted to make Max feel good and loved, so I decided to unbutton the front of his pants and slide my hand into the front of his boxers. Max groaned when I ran my thumb over the tip, precum leaking out. Max slowly reached for my hand and pulled it away.

“I want to focus on you for a bit.” He said. He looked at me for approval to continue.

“Yes, Vicar.” I said breathily, batting my eyelashes. I could see his eyes glaze over with what could only be pure lust. He pressed his lips to mine and devoured me. He now was fully on top of me, shoes kicked off, pants half way down his thighs.

His hand ran up my thigh and stroked my pelvic bone, making me shiver. He slowly traced the hem of my shorts, pulling them down and off, dipping his hand in. His finger traced along my slit, dipping in a finger. He growled lowly at how wet I already was.

“Is this all for me?” He asked, kissing my neck. I nodded.

“Use your voice, Darling.” He said.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Vicar.” And with that, he began to massage my clit with such precise motions.

I cried out from how great it felt. I hadn’t been pleasured like this in so long. I wasn’t the most experienced, even when I was on Earth. Max inserting another finger brought me back from my thoughts. I held onto his arms, my head pressed back into my pillows. He moved my shirt up so that my chest was exposed and pulled my nipple into his mouth.

I was just a moaning mess soon after. Max would pump a few fingers in and out and then go back to massage my clit. I was so close. My first orgasm in over 70 years was highly anticipated. I pulled Max’s mouth back up to mine and moaned into his mouth as I rode his fingers through my orgasm.

Max rested his forehead against mine as I came down from my high. Orgasms were definitely the same as I remembered. I looked up at him through my half lidded eyes and I must have looked a mess.

“Perhaps we should stop.” Max said. The way I looked at him must have said it all as nodded.

I sat up and stood. Max tried to stand too but I pushed him back down so that he was on his back, me hovering over him.

“Your turn now.” I said. Max tried to protest but I kissed him, hand returning to his hard on. I palmed him through his boxers for a moment before slipping my hand in, stroking him.

He pulled down his boxers so I would have better access, and I gladly started to him a few more long strokes before I scooted down the bed.

Max’s eyes rolled back into his head when I licked a long strip up his dick. He gripped the bed sheets in his hand, white knuckled. I took him into my mouth and began to bob up and down. One hand found the back of my head and lightly gripped my hair. His hips began to press upwards as I would bob down. Max moaned as I ran a hand up and down his thigh.

“Darling, if we are to continue further, you must stop your beautiful movements.” Max said, clearly on the edge. I licked one last strip before looking at him. His hair was pressed to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed. He was so beautiful.

“If you don’t mind, I would prefer you be on the bottom, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” He said. I shrugged and switched places with Max.

Max took his shirt off, and then mine. He was toned underneath his holy garb. I admired his body until he climbed on top of me and I looked at him. The way he looked at me took my breath away. I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at with such love.

He kissed me again as he rubbed himself along my slit. We both groaned at the feeling. He slowly entered me and I groaned loudly. He buried his head into my shoulder as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. The bed creaked with the movements, and I prayed that no one else was happening to be passing by my room. I’m sure everyone knew what was happening since Max had been gone so long now, but you didn’t need anyone to hear it.

“Oh Law, you feel so amazing.” Max moaned into my ear. I ran my nails gently down his back. The sound of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh, Vicar…” He was hitting all the right places. Something about being called Vicar was really turning him on. He started to thrust deeper, bottoming out. He began to kiss me again, while he snaked his hand between us and began to rub my clit.

I could feel another orgasm coming. His fingers were like magic.

I clenched around him, crying out again, moaning his name over and over.

Max began to pick up his pace, chasing after his own release.

He kissed me harshly as he came, painting my walls white. His thrusts were erratic as he came down.

He rested his head against mine as we breathed hard. He kissed my nose before pulling out, I could feel his cum leaking. He laid beside me and I cuddled into him. We stayed like that for a while before I spoke.

“So, what are we then?” I asked, suddenly nervous. I had definitely used for just sex before, but I didn’t care since I didn’t want to have a relationship. But now? I didn’t want to lose Max.

“If you’ll have me, Captain, I will be by your side until the end of my days.” Max said. I looked into his eyes to find sincerity. I cried for the first time in a long time. Max alarmingly held me and rocked me until I calmed down.

“Sorry, I just haven’t been like, loved for real, in a long time.” I said, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I can’t wait to shower you with all the love you deserve.” Max said. The water works were about to happen again when a loud bang rang out in the room from the door. Max and I froze in place.

“Are y’all done in there? We have places to go and bits to earn!” Nyoka’s voice rang out.

“Nyoka! I just got laid for the first time in 70 years, give a bitch a break!” I yelled back. I could hear Nyoka groan in disgust and walk off.

“I suppose I should shower since I haven’t in a week.” I said, standing slowly, legs feeling like jelly. Max rose from the bed and kissed me.

“I think I better help you with that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He winked, and now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

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forgive and forget

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(omg this is so long im sorry lol but i hope yall enjoy the angst upon angst!!!! hope that everyone that requested this likes it!!)

Description: famous!y/n cheats on Rog and her life spirals from there

Word Count: 6k+

RogerxReader

WARNING: implied smut, cheating, drug use, addiction, angst upon angst

Being introduced to Roger Taylor had changed your life for the better - or so you thought at first. You were just becoming a name in the music industry when you met him at an award ceremony. It was your first big public appearance, seeing as not everyone quite knew your name yet. You had made sure to get all dolled up and to look your best as you flaunted around that red carpet. Cameras were flashing as you and your best friend, Jess, the guitar player for your band, gave your best smiles and giggled the whole time.

It was a dream come true to you as journalists kept walking up and asking for interviews. You had been in the middle of one when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder. Jess turned her head before you and her eyes went wide. You watched her expression as you turned around nervously. You were not expecting the Roger Taylor to be smiling at you with a drink in his hand and a cigarette in the other. His eyes were warm as he looked between you and Jess, almost admiringly.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he mumbled as he looks to the man who was interviewing you.

The guy looked almost as shocked and starstruck as the two of you. He shook his head fast and nervously laughed as he held his hands up in defense.

“Oh, not at all, Mr. Taylor.” he stumbles his words as he backs away, still in shock.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to not laugh at the flustered man, but that’s exactly how you were feeling as well - flustered. The most well known man in the biggest band ever was standing in front of you with the most genuine smile you had ever seen. You were beside yourself, as was Jess.

“I just wanted to say congratulations on your success. If I’m being honest,” he drops his voice and leans in closer to you. “I think you should be getting more recognition than you are. Your talents are way above all of the mediocre lip singers here.”

You weren’t sure what to say, but you knew you needed to say something. Anything. Stop staring at him like that. Close your mouth. Are you seriously about to drool? You’re staring into his eyes for too long. Those big, beautiful blue eyes… You shake your head and laugh slightly as you get your thoughts together.

“Wow,” you say fast, causing Jess to nod her head. “That means so much coming from you, Mr. Taylor. Jess and I are the biggest fans of Queen. We actually drew a lot of inspiration from you all. I love you,” you pause when you realize what you had just said as your eyes go wide. “Your drumming. I love your drumming. You’re amazing. All of you are. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

You nervously laugh as Jess continues to swoon over him. Roger laughs as his tongue slides between his teeth. You fight the urge to instantly groan at the sight of it.

“Well, thank you so much. It’s always nice to know that amazing talent enjoys your work.” he smiles with a wink. “Are you ladies staying for the after party? I’d be more than happy to introduce you to some people here. That is, if you want.”

“Yes!” says Jess a little too loud.

You look to her with eyes that read ‘be cool’. Roger just smiles as you look back to him and giddily nod.

“That would be more than amazing. Thank you so much, Mr. Taylor.”

Roger takes a sip of his drink as he takes a step back, his eyes still on you.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you when the show’s over. Everyone will love you. And please, call me Roger.” he calls out as he gets lost in the busy crowd.

You and Jess slowly look to each other with the biggest grin on your faces. You both squeal as you take her hands and have a small moment to freak out. Did that really just happen? Did that really just happen? You were so excited for the award show, but now you’re even more excited for what’s to come after it. You want it to go by fast and thankfully, it did.

***

A tall glass of champagne was perched in your hand as you and Jess were stood near the back of the room. Familiar faces were all around you and you were sure that you might literally pass out. You sip your drink as your eyes scan the crowd, in search of Roger.

“Alright,” starts Jess, trying to calm herself down. “This is big for us. I’m not sure exactly what’s happening, but I feel like I’m dreaming. Am I dreaming? Pinch me.”

She holds out her arm for you and without second guessing, you quickly pinch her. She hisses for a moment and rubs the sore spot before a big smile forms on her face.

“Okay, not dreaming! Oh my god,” she whispers over and over again.

“Jess,” you say as you grab another glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. “You need to drink this. I’ve had like four now and I feel calm.”

The moment the words slip from your mouth, you see him. Roger’s walking through the crowd as women from all angles try to get his attention. He’s smiling sweetly to them as he attempts to walk through the crowd and towards you. He looks up just halfway through and instantly spots you. He smiles and holds up a finger, telling you to wait one moment. You look to Jess and your face falls.

“I need more drinks. I’m not calm. I’m not calm.”

“Ladies,” you hear someone say.

You turn around and there he is, once again in front of you with a smile to die for.

“Enjoying yourselves?”

You both nod as you hold the glass tightly in your hand.

“So much.” you say fast.

“I have someone I’d like for you to meet. He works for one of the largest recording studio in the states. Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out for you.

Your heart lurches forward as you smile and wrap your arm around his. He leads the way as you both follow. For the rest of the night, Roger is by your side as he introduces you to the most well known people in the music industry. Jess was right, you think you’re dreaming. Roger couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You all laughed and drank and drank some more. When the after party had finished, you had a signed contract with the biggest music producer in the nation. It was as if you were seeing stars and you had Roger to thank for it all.

Roger insisted that you two girls should be driven in style back to your hotel. He ordered a large limo and you couldn’t believe it. Paparazzi were everywhere as their cameras flashed like crazy. They were calling out Roger’s name as he opened the door for you two and you quickly slid in. You couldn’t help but smile the whole ride. When you arrived at your hotel, you found enough courage to speak up to him as Jess exited the limo.

“Would you like to come up?” you ask fast. “I have some more drinks if you’d like. Maybe possibly order room service? I’m starved.”

Roger stares at you with soft eyes as he smiles and nods.

“I’d love that.”

The two of you exit the limo and make your way upstairs, but not before Roger had signed a few autographs and took a few pictures. You said goodnight to Jess as she goes to her separate room. Once inside yours, you discard your coat and slip off your heels. You walk to the mini bar and pull out a tiny bottle of vodka and frown.

“This is all I have.” you sadly say, causing Roger to laugh.

He walks up to you and pauses when he’s just inches away. Your whole body freezes as you stare up at him, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. Breathing became difficult when his hand reached up and gently moved some hair behind your ear.

“There’s something different about you than all of those other girls tonight. Something… Genuine.”

You smile as you feel your cheeks flush red hot.

“I like genuine.” you whisper to him.

He stares at you for a second longer before whispering as well.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your smile slightly falls as you stare into his eyes. Your stomach was in tangles as he glances down at your glossed lips and licks his own. You slowly nod which causes him to smile more. He leans in and pauses just for a moment, his lips barely touching yours. You’re breathing fast as he leans in and kisses you. It starts out as a slow, soft kiss. His lips just lingering on yours, but before you know it, the kiss is sped up and hot.

His tongue is exploring your mouth as his hands do the same with your body. Your movement is rushed as your dress slips off and so does his shirt. One moment you're standing up with your your hands in his hair and the next moment you’re laying on the bed with his head between your legs. Pure ecstasy is the only thing you can think. The whole night consisted of you both in bed and making the most animalistic noises. This was the beginning of the end.

***

Two Months Later

***

You never could have envisioned your stardom shooting off this fast. You were now on the cover of every magazine and everyone officially knew your name. You had to hire bodyguards to escort you wherever you and Jess went. You couldn’t go to the grocery store without paparazzi and fans screaming at you and demanding autographs. It was everything you could have wanted and you had Roger to thank for that. The record deal he got for you was what did it. In the short amount of time you’ve been with the company, you already recorded and released a new album that’s number one on the charts. It was amazing to you. To make it even better, you and Roger had been spending almost every day together since that night at the party. You couldn’t be happier.

“You’re so beautiful.” mumbles Roger as the two of you lay in bed.

You have the sheets wrapped around your naked bodies as you face him, out of breath from your previous activities.

“Shush.” you tease him, your cheeks turning red.

“No, I’m serious. Even when you’re all fucked out,” he winks as he pulls you closer to him, making you giggle. “You’re still absolutely breathtaking. It should be illegal.”

You lean in and kiss him gently, your hand grazing over his neck.

“You sure know how to flatter a girl.” you whisper.

“I sure know how to do a lot of things to a girl.” he purrs as he quickly hovers over you and makes you squeal.

***

One Month Later

***

You found yourself at a party for the first time without Roger or Jess. You had been invited by a mutual friend and were nervous. You were practically alone as you walk through the huge and crowded house, looking for another drink. People keep staring at you with giddy expressions as you pass by them. Now it was them being starstruck over you. You were tipsy beyond belief when you find another drink and sit down on a couch with people all around. You aren’t sure what they’re doing, but you try to join in on the conversation. Someone sits next to you and it’s a good looking guy with a smile on his face.

“Hi.” he says loudly over the music.

“Hi.” you say back.

“I’m Sam.” he says holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m-”

“Oh, I know who you are, y/n y/l/n. I think everyone here does. It’s nice to meet you.”

You smile and look down at your drink.

“You as well.”

“You want some?” he asks, looking down at the coffee table.

You were too drunk to understand what he was talking about.

“Want what?”

“This.” he says as he drops to his knees in front of the table.

You look down and realize what he’s saying. A bunch of white powder is on the table and in perfect long lines. You raise a brow and watch as he presses the side of his nose closed and sniffs the powder up in a second. You know exactly what it is.

“Uh, I’m okay, but thanks. Never done that before.”

“Everyone in Hollywood does it ya know.” he tells you, his pupils getting larger and larger. “It’s good for a stress reliever and trust me, you look stressed. You should at least try it once. Make an opinion off of that.”

You’ve never been one to give in to peer pressure. You look around cautiously as you watch everyone in the room leaned down and do exactly what he had just did. They all looked fine, right? You shrug and awkwardly smile as you drop to your knees beside him and stare down at it.

“Here,” he says giving you a thin, tiny line. “You only need this much for your first time.”

You swallow hard as you mimic his actions and hold down your nose, lean forward and sniff hard. You squeeze your eyes closed as it burns for a moment, making you cough. The guy laughs and cheers as you lean back and instantly feel the effect of the drug. You felt weightless and different. You can’t help but laugh as he sits with you.

“You okay?” he asks.

You lean your head against the couch and smile.

“I’m okay.”

You look back over to him and suddenly he’s leaning forward in an attempt to kiss you. You reach your hand out and stop him fast.

“Sam,” you say, hoping that was his name. “I’m with somebody.”

Sam just sadly smiles and leans away.

“All the pretty ones are.”

***

One Month Later

***

Four months into your stardom and it’s not dying down yet. You’re the hot topic on every show and magazine still. People can’t get enough of you, especially Roger. Every night you find yourself in his bed and feeling like you’re on cloud nine. That is, until Jess brought something up.

“So, you and Roger,” she starts as she hands you a cup of coffee. “What are you two exactly? You’re always spending time together.”

You take a sip and smile at her question.

“I’m not sure actually. We haven’t really discussed anything yet. He likes me and I like him.”

Jess nods her head as she looks away, her face hard to read. Something was wrong and you can feel it.

“What is it?” you ask fast.

She looks back to you and her eyes are almost sad.

“There’s pictures.”

Your body freezes as your heart drops. You sit your cup down fast in fear that you might drop it.

“Pictures?” you ask, your voice whispered.

Jess pulls out a magazine and searches for a specific page. She hands it to you slowly.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but what kind of best friend wouldn’t? I had to.”

You scan over photos of Roger and a beautiful blonde. They were seen leaving a fancy restaurant together, his hand on her back. They’re both laughing as they’re seen getting into a limo together. A limo. Just like that night you met him. You tense your jaw as you throw the magazine on the table and stand up fast. Rage filled you as you rush towards your keys and purse.

“Where are you going?” Jess asks worried.

“Here I am thinking we might actually be something, but clearly we’re not. I’m just a good shag when he needs it.”

You rush through Jess’s house and slam the door behind you. You were angry. Beyond angry. Why would he go out with a girl? Is it normal you’re this jealous? He led you on and that makes your blood boil.

“Alright, Roger Taylor,” you say to yourself as you get in your car. “Two can play at this game.”

You know exactly where and who to go to. You had to make a few calls to some friends, but you found it. You drive for what seems like forever, but you’re finally there. You rush up the steps and knock on the door. You hear footsteps and it opens.

“Y/n?”

“Hi, Sam.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Do you have any more?” you ask.

He instantly knows what you’re referring to. A smirk fills his face as he opens his door up all the way. You smile and walk inside with Roger on your mind, but soon, he won’t be.

***

One Day Later

***

You wake up and you’re in bed with the worst migraine you’ve ever had. Your mouth was completely dry as you move around and wince. Last night was insane. You know for a fact you ended up in bed with Sam and called a cab to take you home. You’d feel more guilty if it hadn’t of been for Roger with that blonde. You’re still laying in bed when suddenly there’s a loud banging at your front door. You sit up fast, half scared by the sudden noise. The banging continues as you get up and throw a robe on. You rush downstairs and towards it.

“I know you’re in there, y/n! Answer the door!”

It’s Roger. You freeze and your heart’s pounding. You remember how angry you were at him. You throw open the door and stare at a wild eyed Roger, his face red. He’s practically growling as he storms past you and inside. He turns around fast to face you, a magazine in his hand.

“What the bloody hell is this?” he asks, holding up the cover.

It was a compilation of pictures of you and Sam from the night before. One shows Sam with his tongue down your throat, another shows the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms at a club, and another shows you straddling him inside of his car. You held your head high as you cross your arms.

“Oh, does seeing me with someone else make you mad?” you ask sarcastically.

Roger’s face falls. He takes a step back, shocked by your attitude towards this.

“Of- Of course it does. Why would you think it wouldn’t?”

“Oh, I’m not sure, Roger. Maybe because I saw the pictures of you and that blonde the other day.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes confused.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Fancy dinner. Limo. A blonde. Ringing a bell? Jess showed me the magazine that they were all plastered over!”

Roger places his hands over his face and sighs.

“Do you remember me telling you that my sister was coming to town?” he asks.

Your smirk falls.

“Yes… Next week you said.”

“No!” says Rog, taking a step towards you. “No! This week! She was here this week, y/n! You and Jess were at meetings all day, so I took her out to dinner! My sister!”

Your heart was completely shattered.

“Oh my god…” you whisper.

“Yeah, oh my god.”

“Roger, I-”

“You really thought I’d cheat on you?” he asks sadly.

“Is it cheating though? I don’t even know what we are!” you shout.

“Am I that bad at showing my love for you?” he asks, his voice a whisper.

“Love?” you ask, your voice tiny.

“Yes, love. I love you. In my head, we were already together. I didn’t think I needed to make a signed contract that told you that. I assumed you would’ve known and then you go and do this…”

He turns his head and sighs, his eyes glossy. Tears spill down your face and you don’t even know what to say.

“Did you sleep with him?” he asks, looking back to you.

“What?” you ask, not wanting to answer.

“Did you sleep with him?”

His voice is barely audible as you stare at him with sorry eyes. You saying nothing at all was you saying everything at once. He knew right away. He almost gasps as he turns around from you.

“Roger, I’m so sorry! I was so stupid! I jumped to a conclusion so fast and I’m so sorry, but don’t act like you’ve never done this before.”

He turns around fast with a hurt expression.

“I’ve never done this to someone I loved. There’s a big difference. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes that I’m not proud of, but you… You’ve actually destroyed my heart.” he says softly, destroying yours as well.

“I’m sorry.” you cry out.

He just stands there looking like a lost little boy. He nods his head and wipes his eyes.

“Yeah, me too.”

He walks around you and to your front door.

“Roger, please don’t go! Please! I can fix this. I didn’t realize everything! Please!”

“Remember when I told you that I thought you were different than any other girl?” he asks as a tear runs down his cheek. “You should quit music and become an actress. You’re good at it.”

And with that, he shuts the door behind him. You’re left there with your broken heart and tears. You fall to your knees as your legs give out. You sob loudly and harshly for what seems like hours. You were curled into a ball and calling out Roger’s name, hoping he would hear you and run back to you, but he didn’t. He was gone and it was all your fault. Stupid, stupid girl!

You were still on the floor when there’s another rushed knock at your door. It was now dark and you haven’t moved since this morning. You hear Jess call out as she knocks once more and then uses a key to get in. She spots you and is instantly by your side. She props your head up as you begin sobbing once more.

“It’s alright.” she whispers.

“He’s gone!” you cry. “It’s all my fault! He said he loved me! He loved me!”

Jess runs her hand through your hair soothingly as she tries to comfort you.

“Let’s get you in bed, okay?”

She helps you stand up and leads you upstairs. You fall into bed as she pulls the covers over you. She slides in next to you and just holds you as you sob and finally drift to sleep. She knows this is going to be hard for you, but she didn’t realize how you’d cope with it.

***

5 Months Later

***

Five whole months since Roger left and you haven’t seen him since. Well, you’ve seen him on TV and in magazines, but not in real life. He was out of your life and it was actually killing you. The pain you feel in your heart hurts so bad, you thought it would stop. It ached and ached and you needed something to numb that ache. That’s when you decided to put a pause on your music and focus on trying to rid Roger from your thoughts. Jess tried to help you, but you were a lost cause. She couldn’t watch her best friend destroy herself. You stopped caring. About yourself, your friends, your career, everyone. You only cared about one thing and one thing only.

It was a typical night that you were used to now. You were at a nightclub and surrounded by people you barely know. You consider them friends, all because they supplied you with one thing. You were high the moment you stepped into the building and you loved it because, for just a while, you didn’t think of Roger.

Your crazy and reckless ways were getting noticed by the public. Articles about your health had spread like wildfire. Calls from your worried friends and family were ignored as you send them to voicemail. You didn’t care what anyone thought of you, not even yourself. You didn’t care that paparazzi followed you like never before. You didn’t care that they’d sneak into the clubs you went to and photograph you doing god-knows-what.

You’ve seen yourself in magazines with white powder all over your nose and a man’s tongue down your throat. You just didn’t care. You were spiraling out of control and were too scared to make it stop - that meant having to deal with what you did to Roger and you could never forgive yourself. You lost the one important thing in your life all because you were selfish and jealous. You were angry at yourself and this was your way to deal with it. A self destructive way.

Y/n Y/l/n Seen With Mystery Man

Friends and Family Worried About Y/n Y/l/n’s Drug Problem

Y/n Y/l/n Looking Too Thin and Sick After Breakup With Queen Drummer, Roger Taylor

Heartbreak Does Not Look Good on Y/n Y/l/n

So many headlines for what you’re going through. You just brush them off and could care less. You already lost Roger, what else could you lose? You had been at the nightclub for about an hour now. Your pupils were huge as you slurred and stumbled around. A guy had his hand on your lower back as he whispered in your ear about going to the bathroom with him. You giggled against him and nodded your head as you bite your lip. You didn’t even know his name, but did that matter to you? No. The only name you’d be moaning out is Roger, who, without knowing, had just entered the club.

He was unaware that you would be there. He’s seen the tabloids of you and it broke his heart. He had tried to get a hold of you multiple times to make sure you were okay, but you never answered. He went by to check on you at your house, but you had moved. You got rid of every single thing that reminded you of him. Your relationship might not have been long, but it meant more than anything. The boys had told Rog he needed a night out with them to clear his head. The breakup did a number on him as well. He didn’t focus on his music like he used to. His drumming had become sloppy and he couldn’t sleep anymore. He finally gave in to their pleading and came here.

When he walked into the building, several beautiful girls swarmed around him, but he politely turned them down. He didn’t want anyone else. He had went to get a drink and was waiting while he glanced around. Freddie was dancing with Jim while John and Brian were in a deep conversation that made them both laugh madly. Roger chuckled at their red faces when his eyes suddenly glued onto something - you. His whole body froze when he spotted you. He had just caught you walking out of the bathroom with your lips attached to another man. You backed away and fixed your hair and tugged down your dress, a clear sign that the two of you had just had a little ‘fun’ in there.

Roger’s fists clenched tightly as he watched the man practically drool over you. Your eyes were hooded as you attempted to walk over to a table in the far corner. Roger watched you intensely until people hid you away. He jumped from his seat and made his way towards you. He finally caught sight of you once more and his heart nearly stopped. You were sitting on a chair with people watching as your head leaned down and moved fast in one direction. You drop your hand from your nose as your head falls back, allowing the high to hit you. You had officially hit rock bottom and Roger just saw it. You were worse than what he had imagined. He walked around and stood to where he could see your face. Your eyes were closed as you smiled and wiped your nose. He knew what you were doing. Your head falls forward slightly when the man you had just been with grips your wrist hard.

“Let’s go, I’m bored.” he yells out to you.

You look to him and frown while shaking your head no.

“I don’t wanna!” you yell back over the music.

You try to remove your wrist from his hand, but he just squeezes even harder.

“When I say we’re leaving, we leave.” he hisses to you.

He squeezes your wrist even harder and yanks you up from the chair. You yell out in pain as you try to push him off of you.

“You’re hurting me!” you slur.

That was it. Watching this man put his hands on you had Roger seeing red. He didn’t even think twice before he ran up and punched the man square in his jaw. He let go of you in an instant as you stumbled back. You almost fell backwards, but Roger reached out and grabbed your arm in time. You tried to focus on him, but it took a second before you realized who it was. Your face drops and tears immediately fill your eyes, breaking his heart even more.

“Roger?” you whisper, thinking you were dreaming.

He just stares you up and down sadly, seeing the state you were in.

“Why?” is all he can ask.

You don’t have an answer for him. All you can do is allow tears to stream down your face as you bring your hand up and gently graze your fingers over his cheek.

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you out of here.” he says softly.

The man is still on the floor as he holds his face in pain. Roger holds you close to him as he leads you away from these people and towards the exit. Freddie, John and Brian are watching him with wide eyes as they catch a glimpse of you. It didn’t even look like you anymore. They were speechless. Roger gets you outside and takes off his coat as he places it around your shivering body.

“I’m fine. I don’t wanna leave. I gotta go do something.” you tell him as you go to walk back inside, but he stops you.

“Don’t. Please.” he begs you.

Your chin trembles as you stare at the face you’ve longed to see for so long. He was really here. This was real.

“Don’t try to help me, Roger.” you slur. “You’re just gonna leave again and… And I can’t go through that again. Just let me back inside and you can leave.”

Roger shakes his head as he blocks the entrance. You become angry as you try to push him away, but it’s no use. You begin sobbing as you hit his chest over and over again.

“Roger, move!” you cry out. “Move!”

He just stands there motionless as you tire yourself out. You finally give up as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. You lean your face against his chest as you cry hard.

“I’m so sorry!” you breathe out. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Roger is quiet as he allows you to get it all out. Your eyes flutter close as you lean against him and instantly, you’re passed out. Your body goes limp as Roger hurries to catch you. He picks you up in bridal style and hurries to the car. He gently lays you in the back seat and stands there for a moment admiring you. You still looked so beautiful to him. You always will. He gets inside and scoots you back a bit, before kissing your forehead for a moment.

“I know you’re sorry.” he whispers.

He shuts the door and slips into the front seat. He starts the car and begins driving back to his house and away from this poisonous place you’ve started calling home.

***

BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM

Your head throbbed when you finally woke up. Your high had worn off and the god awful hangover was in full effect. The only thing to make you not feel like this is to do more of it, but you can’t bring yourself to get out of your bed. Your bed? Your eyes had fluttered opened when slight panic hits you. Where are you? This isn’t your bed or room. This isn’t your home. You sit up fast, but regret it when your head pounds. You tense up as your eyes squeeze closed. You bring your hand to your head and wait for it to pass. You open your eyes once more and look around. Your spot your clothes that you had worn last night. They were folded and sat on a dresser across the room. You look down fast and realize you’re in an over sized t-shirt.

You know this shirt. You’ve worn it to bed before. This was Roger’s shirt. You look up and around the room once more. This was definitely Roger’s room. How did you get into Roger’s house? How did you get into his bed and shirt? Suddenly, you remember last night. You remember being with that guy and him wanting to leave. You remember telling him no and then him being on the floor. You remember seeing Roger and thinking you were dreaming. That’s where you go blank.

You’re in the middle of your thoughts when there’s a slight knock at the door. Your head flies up as it creaks open and Roger sticks his head in. He spots that you’re awake and he sadly smiles. You look down at your hands as he walks inside with a cup of tea in his hand. He walks to the other side of the bed and sits down. He hands the tea to you and you take it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. It’ll only make you miss him even more when you leave.

“I washed your clothes for you.” he says softly. “I changed you, but I promise I had a blanket covering. I mean, not that I haven’t seen you before like that.” he teases, hoping you’d smile, but you don’t.

You stare down at the cup in your hands with your eyebrows knitted together just a bit.

“How are you feeling?” he asks worried.

“I’ll call a cab. Sorry for last night.” you say as you quickly sit the cup on the bedside table.

You go to stand up, but he stops you. He reaches out and gently grabs your arm. The feel of his hands on you again made you more high than you have ever been. Your skin craved his touch as you close your eyes and sigh.

“Don’t leave. Please. I don’t want you to.”

You tense your jaw as you look back at him. You finally look into his eyes and they were sincere. Tears stung in yours as you speak.

“You hate me.” you barely whisper, your voice breaking.

Roger frowns hard as he gets on his knees and scoots towards you.

“No, no, no!” he whispers. “Don’t ever think that! I could never hate you.”

“No, I don’t blame that you do. I hate myself.” you tell him.

Roger sighs as he grabs your hand in his.

“From what I saw last night, I can believe that. Hey, I don’t hate you.” he says, lowering his head so he can look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper out.

Roger sadly smiles as he nods.

“I know you are. And me too.”

That makes you look up to him fast with a shocked and confused expression as you shake your head.

“But you didn’t do anything. All of this is on me, Roger.”

“I could have handled all of that a lot better. I could have not walked out and left you like that. We could’ve worked through that, but instead, I ran.”

“I would’ve done the same.” you admit.

“Last night wasn’t you. I don’t know who that girl was, but it wasn’t you, y/n. Where did y/n go?” he asks as he brings his hand up to cup your face.

Your chin trembles as you lean against it, tears streaming down.

“She left at the exact moment you did.” you whisper.

Roger’s heart broke even more. He can see how badly what you did is tearing you up inside. The fire in your eyes had been blown out. You were this tiny and lost little girl.

“I’ve missed you so much.” he tells you. “More than anything. I tried reaching out to you, but I didn’t know where you went. I need you.”

You sob silently as you shake your head and look away.

“I hurt you,” you go to say.

“The past is the past. I need you. Here and now. In the present. Forever and always. Please. You don’t need to be in those places, you need to be here with me. I realize that now.”

You smile and sob some more as you lean forward and wrap your arms around him.

“You promise you don’t hate me?” you mutter against him.

“I love you too much to hate you.”

You pull away and smile as he wipes some tears from your face. Roger leans in and kisses you softly. You melt against him as he holds you close. He leans away and suddenly, a spark in your eye had ignited that fire once more.

“I love you too.” you whisper.

Sometimes, forgive and forget is the best decision a person can make. Especially if it’s for someone you love.

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ziaismia · 4 years ago

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10/08/20

So, I have not had a blog in a while and I miss it. I have so much good stuff to say. This is my cross dressing tranny roommate stacy with jesus. What a dirty slut. Haha Anyways i can call her that because i am too just not with jesus maybe heyzues. Life is full of surprises and adventures. I never thought that I would one day find myself giving blowjobs for Lui Vuitton as a cool musician puts it. Its kind of metaphorical but also kind of not... Covid 19 has been an expensive ass virus to weather. It was so hard going through feeling like the world was ending. It definitely took its toll on my psyche. I have had a few near death experiences from being a transgender woman on the street. I never realized how scared I was of the 4 horseman until i had an extension cord rapped around my neck in the dark. I had just finished smoking a joint with some black guy named twumb on a bed in someones garage. #mylifematters. The joys of an unhinged life playing every which way the wind blows. Thank god I used to be kind of strong and had enough strength to jerk myself free from the noose and run out of the garage screaming for help. I wonder how many other girls he got before me and after. Im not racist but...have never had an attempt on my life kicking it with whites or mexicans even though I know it happens. Anyways let bygones be bygones and so on and so on.

At least i try and keep an open mind. As long as you pay me im cool... Lol right good luck. Anyways, I am really turning into a beautiful, pretty woman. If I just had the self esteem to go with my outsides I could take over the world. Literally, i would be the first female transgender woman emperor like Constantine or Nero. Confidant and strong, embodying the masculine and sexy and feminine embodying the moon. When you put it together you have a day in the life of zia. At least my better days anyways. I wish i was not so damaged but then again i kind of like it. Kind of a weird paradox of existence. That joy you get when your being fucked and chocked at the same time. I blame it on the estrogen. What can i say, girls are crazy and im a girl now and always was. At least now my insides match the outs. So where do we go from here. This blog takes us to about 3 years into my transition. I have had a boob job, a orchiectomy and a major shift in my mind/body. Its kind of sexy being a submissive bottom and having the body to match the mind. Being able to look down when you walk by men not because you are scared but because you are not and its not a big deal.

Wearing the body of a male was so hard on me. It aged me 20 years past my time. After 3 years im finally back to my biological age. I smoke and drink with the best of them, but I mix it up with healthy stuff too. I hate it when you just want to get paid and they wont cum. Can you relate. Lol Maybe some of you can. How random anyways, but then again consider the source. Well that's enough for tonight. It felt good to dump and get some of those things I said of my chest. Catch yall later... Have a goodnight.

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anon-luv · 6 years ago

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I’ll Never Be Her *(FINALE)*

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Summary: You loved him with all your heart, but he could only give you half of his.

Jimin was the love of your life, your night in shining armor when she wasn’t around.

She was his ex girlfriend, his first love, actually she was his many firsts and she kept coming back.

He had warned you she was his weakness, but you didn’t listen, because to you having him even if it was only partially was better than not having him at all.

At least for now.

Rated M: Sexual Scenes and Languages that might not be appropriate for all ages.

Word Count: 5.2K+

Author’s Note: Hey loves. Sorry for taking so long writing this chapter. I wanted it to feel realistic and not too overwhelming since the whole story was quite an emotional bomb. There is an epilogue coming out which will have a few surprises and let you peek in into Jimin’s and (Y/N)’s life 2 years down the road. You can choose to stop here or go ahead and wait for the epilogue, it is up to you loves. It will be a short epilogue drabble so it may be up by next weekend. Thank you all for sticking through this!! I know we all divided into Teams for the boys and we all cried and debated over y/n’s life together. I hope you enjoyed this story and I am hoping you will enjoy my future ones. I have so many things going out of hiatus that will continue to be written and some new projects I am working on. My upcoming works so far include(for those curious souls):

Goodnight Moon (BadGirlGoodBoyAU Jungkook OneShot)

Countdown To Us Chpt 2 (SoulmateAU) TaexReader, YoongiXReader

Aphrodesia Chpt 1 (Jungkook StripperAU)Untitled (Jin BestFriendAU One Shot)

New (SEQUEL to Borrowed) Yoongi X Reader

I want to thank all my readers and mutuals for their support.

Specially @b-angst-tan who has been a lovely editor/ beta love her!!

I also want to thank @msserenityli for helping me choose the twins names lol. That took me forever and a day.

It took me forever to get the courage to post this, so I really hope you enjoy. Show me some love. I really enjoy reading your comments, messages, and tags when you reblog. LOVE YALL!

You were more than sure there was a knife piercing through your lower abdomen as you yelled obscenities up in the air for the world to hear.

Magical. That was what the birthing coach had repeated countless times as Jimin held your hand as you practiced breathing techniques in that vomit-green mat.

LIES! They had all been lies. The feelings, the breathing techniques, and the way Jimin had held your hand while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“I FUCKING HATE THAT MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH AND HIS FREAKING SPERM. CURSE HIM TO HELL!!!!” you yelled as Jin’s car came to a complete stop in front of the hospital driveway.

“I think you need to relax and breathe, remember like Ms.Hope made you do in those classes you took,” Jin said with a grimace as he jumped out of the car to help you out.

You glared at him through the window as he rushed his way into the building only to come out running with a wheelchair in tow, “You mean the ones you forced me to take??”

“Hey, I didn’t tie you down and take you against your will, I just signed you up and paid without asking you first” Jin opened the door carefully helping you up and placing you on the chair. A nurse came out after him to escort both of you into the lobby where a few other ladies grimaced your way as they patted their stomach while they panted almost in a synchronized fashion.

“We just need some information sweetie, think your partner here can take care of that while we wheel you to the back to start our assessment??” the older looking nurse asked as she took over the wheelchair.

“We are not together together, but sure. Don’t worry about it (Y/n), I got this.” Jin replied as another wave of contractions hit you full force.

“Ahhh ….okay...okay” you shouted as you were rolled into a light blue hallway, Jin no longer by your side.

You took deep even breaths trying to relax your tensed up muscles. Your birthing plan had not included a solo labor, but unless Jimin had some sort of superhero intuition you would have to adapt and conquer the situation.

“Okay hun, let’s get you in a gown before anything. How far apart are your contractions??” she asked as she assisted you on your swollen tomato red looking feet.

“Umm…. I would have to say between. Every 6 to 8 minutes and about 30 seconds each… I think-” you replied slightly stuttering as the weight of the situation started falling upon your shoulders, you were about to become a mom. Your eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and fear.

The nurse smiled softly in your direction, “Don’t worry about it. You got this, you are a strong one I can tell” she said winking your way.

You nodded at her silently as she started making her way out of the room.

“Go ahead and rest. The doctor should be in at any second” she said closing the door behind her.

You made yourself right at home laying on the strange and slightly hard medical bed. The monitors in the room were scattered around the place making the place feel a tiny bit intimidating. The 40 inch TV on the wall seemed oddly comforting and homey and you would be more than delighted if you could only figure out how to turn it on without falling on your face as a weird plan started flowing through your mind of standing on a chair and jump to reach the power button. The plus and minus button on the white control on your bed seemed to be the solution as you examined it closely, scared it would send one of the monitors into a frenzy you clicked it cautiously as if the slow touch would lessen the trigger of whatever was about to happen.

“I hope to the heavens this doesn't set off an alarm” you whispered to yourself as you made your mind up to click the plus sign. As soon as you pressed the red button the bed vibrated and roared to life as your feet rose up in a surprisingly high speed tilting your feet up towards the air whilst your hospital gown scooted upwards leaving all your lady bits uncovered.

With your luck, it shouldn’t have come to your surprise to hear the door slam open right on time to witness your a la nude display, a deep low chuckle flowed through the air, “I see you are anxious to get them treasures out huh??”

“Oh shit, I mean I am sorry for cussing … I just… sorry Doctor Kim” you stammered out trying to cover your blushing cheeks with your hands.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. I heard you cussing down the hall, as long as those bad words are not thrown my way we are all peachy in here, now let’s get them feet back in place huh??” he replied with a chuckle as he pressed a button on the side of the bed leveling you out back in place and raising the headrest a tiny bit making everything more comfortable.

You eyed the handsome doctor from top to bottom taking in the contrast of his serious demeanor versus his kind words. As if he knew he was carefully examined he threw a rectangular smile your way quickly lifting up the tension in the room.

“These beds can be tricky, and quite amusing if you are in the right mood.” He said as he slipped on some gloves, “Now let’s take a look and see how far along you are. Open your legs slightly for me… this might feel slightly uncomfortable. Do you blush quite this often on a daily basis??”

Your blush depend as you managed to shake your head no as you felt a cold sensation making you jump slightly in place.

The door opened once again at that exact moment, Jimin’s head poking in looking flushed and slightly out of breath, “Sorry am I late??? I came here as fast as I could manage with the after-school traffic” he said as his eyes wandered around the room taking in the dull colors on the walls and weird medical jargon scribbled across random anatomy posters, then landing straight on the sight of Doctor Kim with his hand right up your gown.

Jimin coughed awkwardly, trying to remind himself he was in a professional setting and that he had to get his mind out of an endless pit of the gutter it had landed on as his instinctive self-had placed almost automatically as he came to the realization of how handsome Dr.Kim truly was.

“Actually, you are right on time to assist on labor pains. She is dilated at a 6 and currently on active labor" Dr. Kim explained as he stood up taking both of his gloves off as he walked towards Jimin, “Now it is expected of the father to assist the mother of his children through this enchanting life changing yet painful journey through comfort during these times, but if you give her any trouble I will personally kick your ass out of here, and it will no longer be Doctor Kim in the room, but Kim Taehyung just an FYI buddy” Dr. Kim stated as he gave him an innocent broad rectangular smile his way and a wink your way.

“Epidural??” Dr. Kim asked as if the previous conversation hadn't happened a few seconds ago.

You nodded, “I think I am going to….Ahhh,” you said being cut off by another rush of contractions.

“Got it… the anesthesiologist will be right in” Dr. Kim stated as he walked out of the room leaving you alone with a disheveled looking Jimin.

You frowned his way trying to ignore his presence yet failing. You were clearly mad and frustrated at him and he knew it.

“(Y/N), I am sorry… I had to go” Jimin began to explain as he approached your bedside. His voice barely above a whisper and trembling at the end. You knew he was on the verge of tears, but at this point, you could care any less as another yelp came from your lips from the stabbing sensation on the back of your spine. You breathed in deeply trying to ease the painful sensation that had traveled upwards making your whole body squirm uncomfortably.

“You … didn’t have to go Jimin. No one was holding a gun to your head. You went because you wanted to, you needed to be there for Stephany, even if it meant leaving me behind AGAIN” you said as the pain that flowed through your eyes switched to rage as you eyed him from head to toes.

“No no, that is not at all what it is. It has never been Stephany (Y/n). I went to say goodbye. Yoongi called me, and he told me he was planning to propose a change of scenery to Steph and I knew I had to say goodbye, not to Stephany so much as I had to go say bye to Nataly. That little girl is like a niece to me and she reminds me so much of the bright and cheerful Stephany I had once called my best friend. She has so much light in her and I… that little girl is like a piece of Stephany I thought had been lost and I am so scared that she will get hurt just like her mama did. I have been there for her just as much as I have been there for her mom, and I know the whole situation Stephany is putting Yoongi and Nataly through is completely unfair to the both of them. I should have been there for you… I am sorry” Jimin replied as he buried his face in his hands, “I am so sorry, and I know that won’t change a thing but-”

“AHH!” you screamed as your uterus roared to life once again making every other issue in the world seem minute to the immense pain now bursting through you.

Jimin ran towards you grabbing a hold of your hand immediately, “Breath (Y/N), Breath…”

“Easy for you to say you son of a bi...AH!!!!” you replied earning you a grimace from Jimin’s whose hand looked redder than a tomato as you held on to it as your life depended on it.

Sweat was now dripping down your forehead as Jimin ran his fingers through your hair and counted breaths easing you out of the contraction.

“That felt like it was a lot longer than the last one,” you said as you adjusted yourself. The previous discussion left behind as the reality came once again crashing full force in your face, “Jimin… I am scared” you admitted in a quiet sob as he scooted himself into the bed beside to you.

“It is okay to be scared love. If you weren’t I would be scared. Our lives are about to change in a manner of hours...maybe even minutes. You and I have not had the greatest of relationships in the world, and I took you for granted for so long… I can’t even fathom to ever forgive myself, but I can tell you right now that I am going cherish every single second of the day beside our little angels tenfold. You are my family (y/n), and if you can give me another chance to prove it to you...I would give my world up for you. I know today was not the greatest of examples, and once again I shouldn’t have been scared to let you know what was going on. You are more than just my girlfriend, you are my partner in crime and I should treat you as such. I LOVE YOU! I will love you always and forever...even if you choose not to be with me anymore” Jimin said as tears slowly traveled down his reddened cheeks.

You took a deep breath swallowing the words he had spilled as a sweet hot chocolate on a cold winter’s night. The tension that had been sown into your aching muscles relaxing almost into nothingness, but before you could utter a word another contraction pushed through the surface once again throwing you into fits of rage.

“JIIIMIIIIN!!!!” you yelled painfully as he bravely took both your hand in his.

“Breathe (y/n). Close your eyes and imagine little hands and feet, and the smell of baby shampoo, the pain is worth it …. The pain will be less and less” Jimin tried to soothingly whisper in your ear.

“BULLSHIIT!!! This pain will not goo AHHHWAY!” you said almost ripping his hands off as you grasped onto them tighter, the pain increased to a level it hadn’t before knocking your breath out of the continuous rhythm it had settled into before making you slightly dizzy and nauseated.

Doctor Kim came in with a smile on his face, “Well won’t you look at that monitor, we are definitely close, and the anesthesiologist is barely on his way! Let me check you once again because your contractions have definitely increased in duration… If you excuse me”

Jimin nodded looking at the doctor wide-eyed as he assessed you once again as the cold sensation of the gloved made you wiggle with the alien sensation.

“Well...we can’t wait much longer you are at a 9 now. That was quick…” Doctor Kim said talking more to himself than anyone else in the room.

The door opened as Jin walked in looking at the floor lost in thought, “I swear they have way too much paperwork….. Like how many times did I have to print your name?? Don’t they have those sticker name labels or something??” he complained as he plopped himself on the nearby couch finally looking up to inspect his surroundings. Jin smiled at the doctor and then looked at Jimin with relief clearly radiating off him.

“You made it!!” Jin screamed enthusiastically. I frowned his way as I put two and two together, but right before I could question him….

“AHH!!!! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!! THIS HAS GOT TO STOP HURTING SO MUCH!! WHERE IS THE FREAKING EPIDURAL COMING BRIGHT AND SHINY DOCTOR!!!??? WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!!!” you screamed not really paying attention to anything you were saying, “NEVERMIND NEVERMIND DONT DONT STOP SMILING!!! IT IS PRETTY!!!! YOU ARE PRETTY! FUCK JIN YOU CALLED JIMIN AFTER WE FUCKING KISSED!!!”

“You kissed??” Jimin asked completely shocked sending a death glare towards Jin.

“I smell drama” Doctor Kim said winking at both their ways.

“She was confused Jimin… she could only think of the worst possible scenario at that point, and I mean it wasn’t even that long of a kiss cause her water broke….and wait doctor shouldn’t you be doing something?? You wink too much” Jin said defending himself as your screams only got louder.

“You do wink too much...Look I don’t care about the kiss. All I know is that I am glad you were there when I wasn’t. Jin you deserve…” Jimin said to Jin almost completely blurring your loud pants only to be cut off when you screamed once again.

“JIMIN MAKE IT AHHH!” you said as the pain started to subside once again.

“Okay, well the epidural won’t do much at this point. We are going to go ahead and prep her for delivery. Are you ready to start pushing??” Dr. Kim asked as he started to make his way out the door.

“I don’t…” you stuttered.

“PERFECT! What about you Daddy??” Dr. Kim said genuinely smiling at Jimin for once.

Jimin looked your way as his face brightened as fresh tears traveled down his cheeks, “More than ever”

Jin grimaced as he stood up from the couch, “This is my queue to walk out of here before my face hits the floor. I fainted when they showed us the birthing video in class, I can only imagine what a live one will do… I will go wait at the waiting room with Nat and Yoongi”

You turned towards Jimin questioningly, “Wait… why is Yoongi here?? Is Steph okay??”

Jimin placed a finger on your lips, “Shhhh…. I will explain later. Steph is no longer my problem. This is a moment for you and me only. Everyone else is a speck of dirt in this infinity galaxy that is us, now are you ready?”

“More than ever” you replied as Jimin kissed your forehead. For a second a smile adorned your face...For a second until another contraction made its way.

2 pairs of eyes, 40 baby toes, 2 pairs of chubby little feet, a full set of hair, one head a little on the bald side with very light thin hair, and 2 cries that sent your world into a spiral of happiness.

Roilan was born at 20:17 with a full cry that rattled throughout the hallway, a future opera singer was what Dr. Kim said as soon as he burst into baby cries.

Leilani was born at 20:25 a lot more stubborn to let the world know she had made an appearance. It took a bit of coaxing to get her to cry, but as soon as Doctor Kim assured her health seemed to be at 100% she was back asleep almost automatically.

There was something incredibly magical of watching Jimin cradle both babies as he sang soft sweet lullabies as their little hands wrapped around his fingers.

“They are beautiful” Jimin whispered to himself as tears threaten to spill down my face.

“To be honest they look like little old people, a little swollen and wrinkly but nonetheless beautiful” a deep voice called out from the door, “It happens with all newborns, so don’t worry in about a few hours the swelling goes down and they look a hella lot cuter”

“Yoongi??” you asked out loud confused as he entered the door with a very excited Nataly in his arms. As soon as he placed her down on the floor she came running towards you with an excited and curious glint in her eyes.

“Aunty (Y/N), did you already have your parasites??” she asked clapping her hands in delight.

You raised your eyebrows confused, “What Natty??”

“Yeah, my dad was talking about how babies eat out of the mommies like parasites” she explained nodding her head in full understanding.

“Well … umm... That is strangely correct, but it doesn’t sound too nice to call them parasites, but we can call them Leilani and Roiland.” you replied as you patted the unruly golden hair on her head.

“Leili and Roy!!” she scram now running towards Jimin who quickly smiled her way as she kissed both heads and started talking to babies as if they could understand her perfectly, both pairs of eyes trying to focus on her for now blurry figure as they tried to suck on their hands.

You turned to look at a smiling Yoongi, “Parasites??” you questioned him with an eyebrow raised.

“You tell me how I was supposed to explain it to a little girl. She asked why every 4 words… Anyway, congratulations love!” he said engulfing you in a hug which you returned automatically.

You looked behind him expecting to see Stephany walking in at any second. Yoongi’s eyes traveled to your line of sight, “No, she is not here, and she won’t be around for a while”

“But you and Nataly?” you asked concern written along the creases in your forehead.

Yoongi just shook his head, “Steph thought it would be best to let us go, at least until she is better, but at this point… I am not sure if she is coming back”

You nodded now understand as to why Jimin had run away from your side earlier today. You turned to look at Jimin and Natalie as they simultaneously sang ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ to the once again sleeping twins.

“I am sorry Yoongi I wish…” you replied only to be cut off by his hand interlacing with yours.

“No. There is nothing any of us could’ve done to help her. We tried. We all did. Jimin sacrificed so much and at the end of the day, she always fell back to old habits. I had a lot of people tell me she had to hit rock bottom to actually try and help herself out of this, and maybe she finally did. All I need is that little girl by my side to keep me going. She deserves a whole lot more than I have been able to give her in her short life, and I am going to make sure I fulfill my duty as her father and best friend. My focus will be on her. She needs me, and if Stephanie ever decides to come back... Well, that would be nice, but I am done waiting” Yoongi said confidently, “Now I am sorry to interrupt your moment, but Nataly and I just came by to say goodnight. It is late and time for her bedtime. Jin wanted us to wait a little longer, but Nataly wanted to see the babies before she fell asleep.”

Nataly kissed Jimin and the twins goodnight and then jumped on the bed to kiss your forehead and engulf you in a hug with her tiny little arms, “Love you, Auntie”

“Love you too princess. Be good with your Dad” you replied as you watched her jump into Yoongi’s arms as a gummy smile appeared on his face.

She smiled back at you, “Always”

Jin came in an hour later with 2 giant bears. One pink with a giant tutu, and one blue with a baseball bat. He tiptoed into the room afraid to wake up the twins as they both slept on their baby hospital beds.

“You know Jin you can just walk normally in here,” you said to encourage him to walk quickly to your bedside. Jimin had fallen asleep in the recliner as if he had been the one who had just given birth and pushed out two little humans through his privates. Soft snores spilled from Jimin’s plump lips as Jin peeked in to see the twins.

“They are so cute and tiny” Jin squeaked out in a quiet yet excited tone.

“Yep yep. I make cute babies..what can I say” you replied winking his way.

Jin placed the bears on the side table and then sat on the edge of your bed, “Winking might just be contagious, you are not allowed to hang out with that doctor anymore (y/n). I am glad everything went okay.” his eyes traveled to a sleeping Jimin, “and I am glad you are happy”

You nodded as you reached over to take his hand, “I am… and I am sorry.”

“Wait, what are you sorry for??” Jin asked quietly tilting his head to the side making his manly features look like those of a lost puppy.

You sighed scared to speak the words out loud, as if by not saying them everyone can go about like it had never happened, “The kiss” you stuttered, “I am sorry it took me so long to realize how you felt, and I am really sorry…”

“You don’t have to say it” Jin cut you off looking towards Jimin, “I know…”

“But you don’t. If things between Jimin and I weren’t so complicated. If I had the strength to just let go….it would be you” you said as silent tears traveled down your cheek.

Jin scooted his way closer to you and grasped your face with his hands delicately as if you were made out of this world’s finest crystals, “(Y/N), that is the thing… I am not what you want. You and I are best friends no matter what, through thick and thin. Maybe I should’ve told you how I truly felt, but I knew that with what was going on between you and Jimin it would be taking advantage of the situation and I didn’t want that. I wanted you. I want you.”

You shook your head, “Jin you deserve so much more than me. You need to be someone's number one, just like you told me so many times. You are gold Jin”

“You are gold” Jin replied instantly, “I think I need to go ahead and go home for the night. I will go by your apartment and make sure the doors are locked”

“Thank you Jin,” you said unsure of what you should really say.

Jin nodded and turned to face the door walking almost reluctantly out the door.

“Wait, Jin!” you yelled unconsciously.

Jin turned to face you puzzled at your sudden outburst.

You slowly sat up from the bed and wiggled up on your feet slowly marching up to him, not quite sure about what you were doing at this point.

As you stood right in front of him you tippy-toed and laced your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest, “I love you Jin. I love you so so so much, and I wish I could be in love with you too, but I am in love with Jimin and it would be highly unfair to you.” You separated yourself from his chest and peered up into his eyes, “Best Friends??”

Jin leaned in and placed a soft kiss in your forehead, “Best Friends until a Zombie Apocalypse falls upon us and I get bitten, then I can make no promises I will want to eat your brains… of course if it makes you feel any better I would choose your brains over any others”

“You are so weird” you chuckled as you let him go.

The soft cries of Leilani shook you both back to reality, “I am thinking she might be hungry, she has only woken up to eat so far”

“Time to go then,” Jin said waving a small bye as he stepped away.

As soon as Jin was out of sight you heard some movement from the corner of the room “She is more than likely hungry” Jimin’s voice surprised you as you scooped her tiny body up in your arms.

“I think so too. She is a sleepy head” you sat on the bed and latched her onto your breast which she quickly took as her little hand went into a tight fist.

Jimin walked towards Roilan who was still quietly sleeping, “I still can’t seem to believe they are already here”

“Yeah me either,” you said smiling.

“(Y/N), I heard what happened with Jin, and I am sorry for everything I put you through, but is it true?? Are you still in love with me”

You nodded right away, “I have no doubt I am, but to be honest I am not sure what I want to do right now. I need to focus on the babies and every time I let you in we fall back into the same routine. We can give this another go, but we would have to start from the beginning once again you just have to give me some time to adjust to everything.”

“You can have all the time you want” Jimin replied as a bright smile appeared on his face, “This is like the best day ever”

“Calm down there. When I mean from the beginning I mean literally dates and all” you replied, “Nothing too serious or dramatic until I feel comfortable”

Jimin nodded, “I will take anything I can get, but will it be too much to ask for a kiss??”

A deep voice broke through the room catching you and Jimin by surprise, “Did you not hear the lady?? She said to CHILL! Anyway congratulations on your bundles of joy, how are you feeling??” a civilian dressed Doctor Kim Taehyung asked as he approached you with a small gift bag, “This is for your minions and this is for you” he replied handing you 4 large sunflowers that shined as bright as him. A small card rested upon the petals which you quickly opened curiously. A blue inked phone number was scribbled across with a smiley face.

“That is my personal number in case you ever need anything… and now that you are dating… casually...” Taehyung replied winking playfully your way.

You chuckled at his joking demeanor while Jimin’s sudden change of mood was written all over his frowning face.

“Anyway I have to go sleep, the bed is calling to me. Goodnight!” Doctor Kim said walking away without giving Jimin another glance.

“Goodnight Doctor Kim” you replied earning you a cheeky smile from the clearly amused doctor.

“You can call me Tae,” he said as he skipped his way out the door.

“I don’t like him,” Jimin said sitting next to you in the bed.

You rolled your eyes at his pout and then leaned in quickly to kiss him catching by surprise.

“But I like you...scratch that I love you. I am so in love with you” Jimin rambled on and on until you once again leaned in to capture his plump pink lips. You knew you had told Jimin you wanted to take things slow and at your own pace, but you had a feeling that wouldn’t last too long with all these boundaries you were trying to set between the both of you. You were so head over heels in love with him, and you could finally confidently say he felt the same. At that very moment, everything felt perfect, and then not only one cry but two cries erupted loudly through the room forcing both of you to separate from the passion filled kiss.

“Welcome to parenthood” Jimin whispered happily.

“That smile won’t be there for long, especially at 3 in the morning Jimin” you replied as you traded babies now latching Roilan on, “Leilani requires a burping session and then diaper change”

“Yes Ma’am” he replied in an over exaggerated deep voice as he saluted.

Hey loves. Sorry for taking so long writing this chapter. I wanted it to feel realistic and not too overwhelming since the whole story was quite an emotional bomb. There is an epilogue coming out which will have a few surprises and let you peek in into Jimin’s and (Y/N)’s life 2 years down the road. Some stuff will not be pink and fluffy, and there is like I said a little twist in the story which to be honest I am still debating myself about. You can choose to stop here or go ahead and wait for the epilogue, it is up to you loves. It will be a short epilogue drabble so it may be up by next weekend.

Thank you all for sticking through this!! I know we all divided into Teams for the boys and we all cried and debated over y/n life together. I hope you enjoyed this story and I am hoping you will enjoy my future ones. I have so many things going out of hiatus and will continue to be written.

My upcoming works(for those curious souls):

Goodnight Moon (BadGirlGoodBoyAU Jungkook OneShot)

Countdown To Us Chpt 2 (SoulmateAU) TaexReader , YoongiXReader

Aphrodesia Chpt 1 (Jungkook StripperAU)

Untitled (Jin BestFriendAU One Shot)

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viva-la-fangirl · 6 years ago

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It’s Not Too Late (It’s Late Part 3)

LOL sorry for taking so long writing this. School got in the way and I’m crying but here yall go :) thank you so much for the positive response!!

IF YOU’RE NOT CAUGHT UP: Part 1 Part 2

Warning: angst, prolly some grammar issues sorry :)

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THE NEXT INSTALLMENT WILL BE THE LAST PART SO GET READY SLUTS

It wasn’t Roger.

When you heard the knock, you hoped that Roger had ran after you, hoping for a cliché romantic movie moment where you’d open the door, fall into his arms and everything would be like a fairytale.

But it wasn’t Roger.

Actually, a woman about your age stood in front of you. Obviously tired. Her long black hair was tied in a messy bun. She had a rain jacket on but with sleeping shorts and had on tennis shoes with no socks.

You had no idea who this girl was.

“You’re (Y/N) aren’t you?” she asked quietly.

“Yes?” You answered cautiously. An uncertain but familiar feeling stir in your stomach.

She gave you a soft smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised… Roger did always have a type,”

The realization hit you harder than a freight train. She was the girl in the apartment. Her voice… you had just heard it not even a half hour ago. The woman that you knew had left the hickey near Roger’s belt line. The one who had her lipstick smeared all over his face.

The one Roger loves now.

You stared at her, not having a clue what to say? You couldn’t be angry with her- she was just a girl who fell for the same droopy eyes and cheeky personality that you had fallen for.

“How did you find me?” you mumbled out, staring at the girl.

“Address book,” she shrugged.

“How… how do you even know who I am?” You were stunned.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

You, not knowing what to do, moved to let the girl pass. The boys behind you just stared at her. John had a curious look on his face not truly knowing what she should be feeling. Freddie seemed confused more than anything. And Bri, he had a look of distrust and a hint of anger on his face.

Awkwardly the boys all moved to the couch, including you and the girl sat in your lone seat across the room. She looked so small in it, like a child about to get reprimanded by a teacher.

“Well what’s your name?” Freddie started.

“Cheryl,” she stated.

“Now, how are you with Roger and how do you know (Y/N)?” Bri’s tone was a little aggressive. He sat beside you and leaned in front of you as if he wanted to protect you.

“Well,” she signed. “I mean you and Roger didn’t exactly have the most private relationship, I knew you names from the papers before I actually knew who you were.”

It was true. You and Roger’s love life was in the popular magazines from time to time, especially when a drunken night was involved. Your breakup was a quiet one and while you had been called a few times for an interview about the breakup, the media had been relatively quiet about it.

“Go on,” Deaky pushed.

“Ok, well I met Roger at a bar one night after a show. We talked and… hooked up.” She looked at you as she said that last part.

The words weighed on you. It was his right to sleep with whoever he wanted after the breakup. But still, hearing it and seeing the girl just made it worse. Imagine his body on top of hers, touching her like he used to touch you. It made your stomach shrivel up.

“That was only about two months ago, and I thought that would be it. I was really surprised when he actually called the number I gave him,” she cracked a small smiled, but it quickly vanished with a guilty look. “Anyway, we started seeing each other and automatically I knew it wouldn’t last long…”

Automatically you felt bad. You had been in the situation of going into a relationship knowing it wasn’t going to last.

“He just seemed distracted all the time,” Cheryl continued. “I would be telling a story and he acted like he would be about to chime in with something and the stop. We would be at dinner and look at certain girls hard, probably hoping it was you.” Your face grew hot. Did he really seek you out?

“He even said your name one time in bed.”

Now your face was uncomfortably hot. You heard Freddie subdue a snicker.

“Not that we don’t love hearing about Roger shagging do you mind getting to why you are here?” Bri suggested in a harsh tone.

“Right,” Cheryl sat up a little straighter. “I woke up to a knock and then Roger got out of bed. Then… I heard your name. And I just knew- at that moment he wasn’t supposed to be with me. He came back in all flustered and mumbling to himself.”

You could imagine Roger pacing around mumbling because he did it all the time whenever he was super nervous about something which didn’t happen a whole lot.

“I tried to talk to him but he just went inside the bathroom and shut the door,”

He was about to cry. You thought. You had seen Roger only cry a handful of time in your long relationship and whenever he did, he would go into the bathroom, so no one would see it. The crashing wave of guilt and remorse engulfed you. You could feel bile rise in your throat. How could you do this to someone you love?

“He finally went to sleep but I just couldn’t… lie there knowing that he is in love with someone else.” She admitted. You tensed up. A familiar feeling of hope rose in your chest. Even after all this would Roger still love you?

You remembered the little acts of love he would do all the time, you took it for granted. The feeling of him kissing your forehead or pulling you closer in bed. The nights where he tried his best to cook something for you and it being burnt to hell, so you’d just order some pizza. When he started saying ‘us’ and ‘we’ when talking about future plans. You remembered the drunken nights of sex and making him with him mumbling ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re mine’ to you.

But you also remembered the drunken calls you got for about two weeks after the break up. Roger would call you, drunk as a skunk, slurring his words into the phone. You would stand there on the phone listening to him, trying not to cry.

“I know it’s late,” Roger would say usually, the calls would come past midnight after a party.

“Roger please…” you would beg trying not to let him hear you cry. “Go home and stop calling.”

“(Y/N),” his voice bleeding with heartbreak. “Please,”

“It’s not too late,” Roger promised. “Not for us. You’re my girl. You’re mine.”

“No I’m not, goodnight Roger,” you would slam the phone down.

Now, in this moment, all you could do is question why you did that. You knew you loved him. Why had you been so stupid?

It’s not too late. Roger had told you that once and you prayed it was still true.

The woman Roger was supposed to be in love with was telling you that it wasn’t too late. Could Roger ever forgive you for what you did to him? Could you ever forgive yourself for the pain you caused him?

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked, holding tears back as well as you could.

Cheryl took a long breath before looking at you. “Because as much as I do care about Roger, as much as I want us to work out…. I know that it won’t.” The pair of you shared a look of deep understanding. “Plus, if I was in your position, I would want to know,”

You took a deep breath before standing up.

“I’m going back over there,” you stated. You looked down at Bri. “Don’t try and talk me out of it,”

“I would never,” Bri gave you a soft smile.

A sense of caution lifted up from the room. You were going to do this. Tonight. It had been too long for you to wait any long.

“I drove if you want a ride,” Cheryl offered.

You shook your head surprised. “You’d do that for me?”

Cheryl didn’t answer but gave you a nod in response. She knew her time with Roger was over. And even with the awkwardness that was apparent, she was still a good person.

It’s not too late. You said to yourself again before walking out of the door to see Roger again.

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gladiolus-mamacitia · 6 years ago

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(FFXV) Creature of the Night; Chapter 7.

Gladiolus Amicitia x F!Reader x Ignis Scientia

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This is the story of you on an unexpected journey. Are you deemed worthy to fight alongside your King?

//wow, it only took me half a year to finally update LOL. So much has happened since I originally started writing this chapter, but I hope yall like it <3

Tagging: @roses-and-oceans @atarostarling @sonsoflucis @demidemon09 @major-artery @mistressoli @mandakatt @hypaalicious @ladychocoberry

Music: FACE - Brockhampton

Gladiolus held you with his arms around your shoulders in a protective hold, his nose buried in your hair. He leaned back against the side of the Regalia with you resting against him with your back to his chest. Once your high had gone down and the pain subsided completely, he helped you back to your feet. You all stood outside the garage, waiting for Ignis to be finished speaking with whom you learned was Cindy, grand daughter of a close friend of the king.

“S-So,” Prompto hesitantly spoke, “How did you get out of there, Y/N?”

“Someone... helped me,” you quietly answered.

Noct’s brows furrowed, “They let you escape?”

“Yeah.... He must have been a Nif, I mean, the guy brought me over the wall in a freakin’ dropship.”

The prince paused for a moment, his gaze going towards the direction of the crown city and then down to his feet. “.... How bad was it? The city, I mean.”

You shook your head, remembering the pandemonium that came with the first tremor, followed by your work building crumbling down with you in it. You hadn’t witnessed it all with your own eyes, but the screams and the explosions... The memory made you huddle more into your boyfriend’s hold.

“I-I....”

Gladio finally interjected, “Let’s talk about that another time. She needs rest.”

Noctis gave him an irritated look, “Wha..? But-”

“Not now, Noct.”

It was at that moment that Ignis rejoined the four of you, suggesting to stay at the caravan in Galdin Quay. Gladio refused to release you from his hold anytime soon, which you had no objections towards and sat comfortably in his lap during the drive to the resort. You got to relax on the sandy beach and watch the sun dip below the ocean while Ignis prepped dinner. It was there, as you and the others unwound from the events of the day that you discovered that the attack had occurred four days ago. You were shocked to realize you had been trapped under the rubble for so long, it was no wonder you were so starved of blood.

After a delicious meal and a bit of chatting with the boys, you hopped into the tiny shower of the caravan to wash off all the dirt you were covered in. Vampire wounds healed a bit slower to that of a lycan, so yours had barely scarred over by the time you removed the bandages on your shoulder where the bullets had pierced you. As much as you would have preferred hot water to wash away the stress of the day, cold water would have to get the job done for now. Emerging from the tiny bathroom wrapped in a towel with your wet hair dripping onto your shoulders, the situation with your clothes arose.

With your belongings irretrievable and the clothes you had been wearing filthy and on the verge of tatters, the boys graciously decided to come together to compose some sort of outfit for you. You sat on the small couch of the caravan, your back to Ignis as he sewed at the straps of the oversized tank top you wore that Gladio had picked out for you. It would have been easier for Prompto or Noctis to lend you one of their shirts, but your ever stubborn and possessive boyfriend wasn’t having it. He sat in front of you, rubbing your aching feet while Ignis busied himself with the thread and needle. Although you were struggling a bit to stay awake, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up, you felt a sort of tension in the air. You glanced out towards the open door of the caravan, able to hear Noctis and Prompto laughing and conversing over a game of King’s Knight- they’d most likely be the last to go to bed.

“So,” you spoke up, “ you guys have been hunting in the meantime?”

“That is correct,” Ignis said over your shoulder, snapping the thread before moving on to the next strap of your shirt.

“Good and easy way to make some Gil,” Gladio chipped in.

You smiled, mind wandering and imagining the four of them engaged in combat with the wildlife, and eventually picturing yourself fighting alongside them as well. But your smile faltered, reminding yourself that you had no formal training in combat. Sure, you could deck a guy if he tried to make an unwanted move, but never had you wielded a weapon nor knew how to block an incoming blow. And with that, you knew that sticking with them would just slow them down out in the field. Ignis noticed the slump of your shoulders, glancing up at Gladio who nodded in acknowledgement.

“Since it seems you shall be joining us for our journey, I think it would be best for you to take part in morning training.”

Glancing back at Ignis, you asked “Morning training?”

“You needn’t worry,” he chuckled, “we will start with the basics.”

As Ignis snipped at the thread after finishing the last stitch, you stretched out the kinks from your back. You thanked him and he nodded in acknowledgement as he clapped a hand on Gladio’s shoulder before he made is way to the small kitchenette and began cleaning. As you watched him, you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped and Gladio chuckled, “C’mon princess, let’s get you to bed.”

You gave a sigh and paused; as tired as you were, you couldn’t shake off that little bit of anxiety that had wedged itself in your chest.

“Actually, Gladdy, I’m gonna stay up a bit and help Iggy. It’s the least I could do.”

Your boyfriend took your face in his hands and caressed your cheek.

He gave you a small smile, “Not too late. Remember, you start training in the morning. I want you up bright and early.”

“Yeah...”

Gladio went into the darkened bedroom where you heard him flop into the bed with a groan, causing the caravan to slightly shake. Ignis peered over his glasses as he watched you approach. You grabbed a dish towel and began drying off the pans he set to drip-dry.

“Gil for your thoughts?” His voice was quiet.

You shook your head, unsure where to start. When you had dried off a saucepan and opened your mouth to speak, he began, “Undoubtedly, you’re anxious about joining us in the fray.”

You huffed, “ You sure you’re not a mind reader, Ig?”

He gave a soft laugh, “I’m quite sure, simply observant.”

“You never cease to amaze me. I’m just... Not sure about this- about me. What if I can’t keep up? What if I’m not a fighter like the rest of you?.”

Ignis straightened his posture as he handed you a freshly cleaned bowl, “You seem to forget you’re not exactly ‘normal’.”

“Hard to forget but I do anyways.”

“And although I have taught you about vampyrism in a domestic setting, there is much to learn in terms of your full potential. You already have an advantage, a supernatural advantage.”

You shrugged, “I know, but you guys have had years of training. I can’t help but have my doubts.”

Ignis turned off the faucet, drying his hands before taking the damp towel from you and drawing your attention. You peered up at him, your troubled eyes meeting sea foam gems.

“I assure you, under my tutelage, you will not fail. Trust in my words, Y/N.” He smiled in amusement at the sight of your sleepy eyes struggling to stay open.

“Now, off to bed. I expect you to assist me with making breakfast in the morning.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Perhaps you needed to put a bit more faith in yourself. You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and nodded, “Goodnight, Iggy.”

You walked to the bedroom where Gladio was already snoring gently. As soon as your weight was on the bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against his chest. It was so sweet, you missed this. You realized you left the bedroom door open and light poured in from the kitchen, giving you a view of Ignis as he finished up wiping down the counters. It put you at ease, knowing that he believed in you and was willing to go to great lengths for your benefit. Your eyes began to close, fatigue taking over, but there was no mistaking what you saw. He brought his hand to his mouth and spat out something shiny into his ungloved palm: two bullets, once drenched in your blood but now clean.

Gladiolus, being the early riser of the four, was sure to wake you and start the day with a jog along the beach. Although you were sore from the day before, you somehow managed to keep up with him. It was nice, the brisk morning air coupled with the gorgeous view of the sparkling sea along with the loving and excited smile your boyfriend had. Ignis was awake and laying out the ingredients for the meal that you would help him prep. It was a simple yet filling breakfast: omelettes with some fried potato wedges and sausage on the side. You and the others were halfway through your servings by the time Prompto and Noctis finally emerged from the camper.

Once everyone finished their meals, you aided in clean up before the four of you moved closer towards the edge of the water. You gave an extra tug at the laces of the boots Prompto had lent you before straightening out and stretching your arms above your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as your first opponent stood before you: Gladio.

“Our kind excels in speed,” Ignis said, standing a bit behind you and serving as your instructor, “and though tricky it may be to hone it at first, it is an invaluable skill that will turn the tides of battle, no matter what may come. This is what we shall begin with.”

You inhaled sharply as your boyfriend removed his open shirt and let it drop, rolling his shoulders back and grounding his feet. You pointed and shook your head, “That’s not fair, put your shirt back on.”

“Come on,” he laughed, “Gonna let a bit of muscle throw you off, babe?”

“You must be ready for anything,” Ignis interjected, “Even the unexpected.”

And with the snap of his fingers, you were suddenly tackled to the ground. Not by Gladio, but by Noctis. You hit the sand with a groan, Noctis standing above you. But there was something about him that felt off, probably because his eyes were flickering between his natural blue and a bright green. The prince shook his head as he stumbled back, putting a hand to his forehead and glaring at Ignis.

“I told you never to do that again,” he hissed, stomping back to his spot beside his best friend.

You looked up at the royal adviser, whose eyes were glowing before settling back to their original shade of sea foam.

He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “My apologies, Your Highness, but I needed to make a point. The first rule of battle is for one to never let their guard down.”

There was movement at the corner of your eyes, turning your head just in time to see Gladio taking advantage of the distraction and charging towards you. You grunted as you shoved yourself out of the Shield’s path at the last moment, feeling the buffet of sand as he passed you.

“That leads us to the next rule: never stay down and never stay still.”

Just as soon as you had evaded Gladio’s attack, he was turning around and barreling back towards you. You rolled out of the way once more and scrambled onto your feet, staring him down as he stalked around you in circles. Staying in motion, you told yourself. You took careful steps around him, eyes flickering between him and Ignis. The adviser showed no sign of dissatisfaction nor of praise, it was as if he was waiting for something.

This time you were ready for when your boyfriend ran at you at full force, spinning out of the way before his shoulder could collide with your own. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face with the rush of air that went by with him. The adrenaline was beginning to creep in, making your body tingle, as if a weight was lifted and a fog was clearing.

You continued this sequence until you dodged every attack with ease, as if you were dancing on air. You had gotten comfortable with the rhythm that had been set until there was a shift, a change that caught you off guard for a moment. Gladio gave a wolfish snarl before sticking his arm out to stop you, suddenly colliding with it and knocking some air out of you. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and lift you into the air, making you squeal in his hold. He let out a laugh as he spun you around, looking over at Ignis who did his best to contain an amused smile.

“That’s enough, let her go,” the Strategist commanded.

Gladiolus carefully set you down, giving your cheek a teasing pinch to which you responded with jabbing your fist into his ribs. He didn’t even flinch.

“Speed alone won’t keep you from getting snatched up.”

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously, that’s why you guys have to teach me more.”

The others stepped forward, Noctis catching your attention with a proposition.

“What do you think, Y/N? You’re pretty fast, but do you think you can take on Ignis in a race?”

You and Ignis looked at one another, sharing an intense gaze filled with mischief. He smirked and adjusted his glasses, “I’ll bite, let’s have at it.”

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