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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Besotted 6

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

Note: I haven't been feeling the greatest.

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Bucky isn't done. He slides his hand under you and lifts your ass. He curls your back as he bends once more, dragging his nose along your cunt before spreading his tongue wide to taste you. Tendrils wrap around you, icy but hot, and you tangle your fingers in his hair as you urge him on.

It's so much better with someone else. Better when they know what they're doing. The few times you let a guy put his hand down your pants, you got scratched or left wanting.

He buries his fingers even deeper. You squeal and twitch. You cum again, feeling how it smears across his beard. That thought alone sends another thrill through you.

You moan and push your head back into the cushion. Your throbbing. Your walls squeeze his fingers as he lets you drop back down. He reaches up to grope your chest, humming into you.

"Please, Bucky," you sigh, "I need you."

"Mmm, doll," he snarls against you.

"Now," you squeak, "I need you now."

His breath plums across your thighs and he lifts himself slowly. His eyes are smoky and his cheek twitches. He looks feral and as he shifts on his knees. He falls over you, catching himself on his hands. He snarls and hovers above you.

His dick rests against your cunt. He rocks his hips and hisses. You writhe and spread your hands across his pecs. You bite your lip and moan.

"Bucky," you wisp.

He chuckles and keeps on. He teases you as he glides between your lips. You curl your fingers and whine.

You reach down and grab him. You gasp at how thick he is in your hand. You purr and press him against you. He growls.

"Doll, I didn't say you could do that."

He keeps himself up on one arm and snatches away your hand, pinning it above your head. He rubs against you, a steady tempo stirring your nerves so you spasm again. You whimper and hook your arm under his, clinging onto his bicep.

"Please, Bucky," you beg. "I've been-- I've been dreaming so long... I need you inside of me."

It's his turn to whimper. He shudders as he blinks, his eyes rolling back. They refocus as he grits his teeth. His nostrils flair and he shakes off the shiver.

"Doll, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I want you to fuck me," you lift your head until your nose almost touches his. "Deep."

He grunts and pushes you back down. You bounce and giggle. He snakes his arm down to grab himself and your drag your fingertips up his chest. He trembles again as he guides himself along your cunt.

He holds the breath in as he he prods at your entrance. Your brows rise as you ready yourself. He leans into you slowly. As you open around him, that dull pain returns. You don't care. You need him so bad.

You tilt to take him as he dips in, inch after inch. You bring your hand up behind his neck and pull him down. You smother him with your lips, drowning out your cries as he sinks into you. You hook your legs around his thighs and take more of him, your back wracking at the strain in your muscles. His tongue invades your mouth and you groan hungrily.

He pulls away as he bottoms out. You gasp and turn your head, your eyes glossed with tears. You blow out a cautious breath as you adjust to him. Or try.

"Doll," he frames your chin and makes you look at him. "You okay?"

"I'm great," you play with his hair, "come on and fuck me, big boy."

He jerks suddenly and you yelp, "boy?" He sneers.

You moan and move your hips in time with him, searching for the best angle. He pushes on something, something wonderfully electric. You squeeze him between your thighs.

"Oh, right there, Bucky," you goad.

"There?" He thrusts again.

"Mhmmm," you nibble on your lip.

"Yeah, like that?" He snaps his hips.

You nod wildly and puff through your nose. He does it again and again and again, until your droning like an animal. He snickers as he scoops his hand under you.

He brings you up with him as he sits on his heels. He slides deeper into you as you straddle him and his hand falls to your hip. He leads your motion as he buries his face in your neck. He nips and teases, grunting and huffing as he does.

You cling onto his shoulder and roll your hips, whining and wailing as the pressure pulses inside of you.

"Yes, yes, yes," you heave, "I'm almost there."

Your chest bounces and hits him in the face. He grows and catches your tits, quickly guiding your nipple to his mouth. He kneads and sucks as he pumps into you from below. You squeal and shake in a raucous orgasm that radiates from toes to scalp.

"Oh, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky," you can't stop from chanting. "I'm... I'm there. Oh--"

He teethes your nipple and drags his mouth up your chest. He levels his mouth with yours and nuzzles your nose. He chuckles, "I'm not." He shifts and pulls his legs out from beneath him and reclines back against the arm rest. "Not even fucking close."

He scoops up your tits and fondles them as you slow, panting and overstimulated.

"I didn't say stop, doll," he tweaks your nipple.

"Bucky, I--"

"This is want you wanted," he continues to play with your chest. "So fuck me."

You squeak and shiver. You bat your lashes. You might be dizzy and raw already but his command fills you with a heat you can't resist. You bring your hands to your stomach and tilts your hips.

You find your rhythm easily as he slips in and out of your wet cunt. You slam down as the wet noises intermingle with the clapping of flesh. You moan and murmur, his name between senseless gurgles and pleas for more more more.

You cum again and stop, shaking on his dick. He tuts and drops a hand to slap the top of your ass. "Keep going, doll."

"Bucky..."

"What did I say?"

You press your lips tight and start again. His trails his hand around and pushes his thumb to your clit. Your eyes roll into your skull and you nearly shriek. Another thunderous orgasm falls down on you. Is this how good it is? You're almost angry that it took so long.

"Oh, Bucky, you're so good, you're so good--"

"Ah, you said I was perfect, baby," he growls.

"P-p-perfect!" You yelp. "Yes, so perfect for me. You fit me perfect--"

He grunts and slaps your tit, digging his nails in.

"Now, don't go saying all that or I'm gonna blow," he grits.

"You are so perfect. You fill me up," you sputter into a fit of squeaks and squawks. You grasp his hand on your chest and the other on your cunt as you climax. "Ye-ye-yeeeeeaaaahhhhh."

"I fill you up, huh? I think I do more than that," he puffs, "think I'm stretching out that tight little pussy."

"Yes, yes," you nod and hang your head, your hips moving without thinking.

"Training that pretty little cunt to take me, huh?" He chokes and brings his fist to his mouth. "Shit, shit, shit--"

You feel the tension in his wrist. You roll your hips faster, until your thighs burn and your back aches. You don't stop, not until he's begging.

"Doll, doll-- goddamn," he quakes and clutches onto the armrest behind him. "Shit, you already-- you got me--" He closes his eyes as you slow, staying on him as you stop completely. You tickle his stomach and he twitches. His eyes pop open. "I didn't wanna cum yet."

You giggle and make a dramatic O with your lips.

"Oh, don't you think that means I'm done," he sits up and grabs you by the back of the neck, pushing his forehead against yours. "We got all night."

👙

You tap Bucky's shoulder. You're groggy and stiff and sore. You don't want to get up but you need to. You grasp him tighter and shake. He snorts and grumbles, "sleeping."

"Bucky, please, I gotta pee," you hiss and squirm.

"Mmm, but you're so warm," he groans.

You never imagined this man being so... soft. You shake him, "please."

"Hmph, since you asked nicely," he mutters and pushes himself up. He leans against the back of the couch and sets his feet on the floor. He rolls his neck and it cracks loudly.

You hop up and hurry across the room, then stop short.

"Down the hall to the right," he chuckles.

You rush off and don't even close the door as you sit down in a fervour. The release is almost orgasmic. You bend over your lap as you let it all go.

You cradle your head and take a breath. A smile slowly breaks out over your face. You did it! You got fucked. No more virginity.

You finish up and wash your hands. You beam at your reflection. You pauses as you check out your chest. You bounce it and giggle. You actually are hot.

You turn and drop your arms. You step into the hall, almost floating on your toes. As you come out to the front room, Bucky sits up, your bag and phone in his hands.

"These were still on the floor," he laughs and puts them on the coffee table. "Figured you wouldn't wanna trip over them."

"Right, uh," you look around at the mess of your clothes. The air thickens with an awkward tension. It's all over. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Fun, doll?" He squints, "amazing."

"Well, yeah, that much is obvious."

"So, uh..." he begins.

"It's late," you near and bend to gather up your clothes, "think I've already overstayed--"

He smacks your ass, "overstayed? Baby, come on, we got time."

"Well, Bucky, you know... I don't want to... take advantage--"

"Take advantage?" He tears the clothes from your hands and tosses them. He grabs your hips and turns you to face him. "Go on and do that."

He pulls you closer and you giggle, grasping his wrists.

"Bucky."

"You keep saying my name." he growls and his dick twitches. He's already halfway there. "Picked these up too." He reaches over and lifts up the strip of condoms, "seems a waste..."

"Oh?" You grin as all thoughts of leaving flit away. "Well, I guess we could... use a few more."

"Come here," he stands, "I got an idea."

"An idea?"

"Sure, doll," he leads you to the wall, "put your hands up."

He taps the plaster. You put your palms on it as he stays behind you. You hear a wrapper tear.

"You ever fuck standing up?" He asks and sighs.

"Well..." you shrug, "no." You peer around, "that was my first time."

He touches your hip and winces, "first time?"

"First times..." you correct him with a laugh. "How many would you say?"

He's quite. He tickles your side, "girl."

"Bucky," you crane to see him. "It's okay. I wanted to do it."

"Yeah, doll, but... you shoulda told me. I coulda made it special," he rasps.

"It was special. It was amazing." You assure him, "come on, let's not take the fun out of it."

He hums. He looks at you and nods. He grabs your hips and pulls your feet back. "You're right, let's have fun."

He slips his hand down the front of your pelvis as he steps closer. He plays with your clit as he rubs his dick between your cheeks. He bends and pushes his tip down to your cunt. He eases into you as he continues to toy with your bud.

"That alright?" He asks as he delves into you.

"Bucky, please, just fuck me," you insist. "Pull my hair."

He exhales. He thrusts to his limit and you moan. He keeps his hand on your cunt, rolling his middle finger around your clit, and traces along your arm. He clutches your hair and tilts his hips. He rocks into you and your voice swirls in the air. You reach back and pet his side.

"Yes, Bucky, that's it."

He snaps his hips and tugs your hair harder, jerking your head back so you're forced to arch your back. You giggle and stick your tongue out.

"You wanna break my back," you taunt.

He bucks again, this time harder. The force brings you to your toes. You whine and squeeze his side. He puffs and grunts as your arm buckles. You push back into him as your walls thrum.

"Oh, you're going to make me cum," you quaver.

"Mm, baby," he purrs. "Go on and cum."

You quake and let it go. You cum and brush the back of his hand as he tickles your clit. Your thighs shake and you bite down into your lip.

"That's it, doll. You cum when I say so," he snarls. "Cause you're mine. All mine." He yanks your hair again and leans into you. Your arm collapses and he quickly pins you to the wall. Your cheek presses to the paint and he growls. "Mine," he grits, "mine, mine..." he chants the word as he ruts into you.

You close your eyes and drone with pleasure. Fuck, it's so good. You can't wait for Angelique to eat her words. His dick definitely works.

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scary-grace · 8 months ago

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Shigaraki x Reader masterlist

Here's my attempt at collecting all my Shigaraki fics in one post! We'll see how it goes.

Last updated 6/3/2025, and under a cut because it's now really, stupidly long.

One-shots

reentry - Established Tomura/f!Reader, no quirks AU, angst with a happy ending. Mind the content warnings.

these things I've seen - As you lay dying in the aftermath of your hometown's destruction, a necromancer's path crosses yours. (rated hard M, Tumblr exclusive)

Gift-Wrap - Tomura buys himself a birthday present, but you're the one who gets to open it. (rated E, available on Tumblr and Ao3)

fallen - You were a double-agent, but you failed your mission, and you're expecting to pay for your betrayal with your life. Shigaraki doesn't see it the way you do. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

enemies to lovers forehead kiss - villain!Tomura, MLA!reader (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

enemies to lovers forehead kiss - villain!reader, pro hero!Tenko (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

wanted (if you want me) - You're a down-on-your-luck succubus who just got rejected by the guy who summoned you, and you can't go back to Hell until you find somebody else's soul to steal. Shigaraki Tomura, reeling from a Valentine's Day rejection of his own, is the perfect victim. Or so you think. (Demon AU, explicit, available on Tumblr + Ao3)

casual - You and your roommate Tomura have been hooking up for six months, and you caught feelings in spite of yourself - but before you can confess, he snags a Valentine's Day date with somebody else. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

among the wildflowers - You were raised to hide your magic, but Tenko didn't learn about his until it was too late. When it erupts with deadly consequences and splits the two of you apart, you turn to your own magic for a solution, even knowing that it could change you for good. If it brings Tenko back to you, it'll all be worth it - no matter how long it takes. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

ascension - You couldn't escape the sinking ship in time, and now you're trapped in an air pocket, waiting to die. But the being who appears outside your window might have more to offer you than the chance not to die alone. (Mer!Tomura, human reader, 3k, Tumblr exclusive)

the crying game - You gave up on love a long time ago, but you keep getting invited to weddings, and after eleven receptions spent at the single's table, you're almost at the end of your rope -- until first-time wedding guest Shigaraki Tomura asks you to show him how it's done. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive.)

magnum opus - you're a crime scene photographer, and serial killer Shigaraki likes your photos a little too much. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3. part 1 of the serial killer AU)

videre licet - Six months after he kidnapped you, the Symbol of Fear's laid out his most gruesome crime scene yet - and this time, he's taken the victim's heart hostage. While the rest of the police force grasps at straws, you follow the clues Shigaraki Tomura left you, hoping to find the heart so his victim can be laid to rest. Tomura is hoping for something else. (Rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, part 2 of the serial killer AU)

d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e - spooky AU based on the movie The Boy. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3)

Best Practice - Taking the night shift at a 24-7 emergency vet hospital isn't for the faint of heart, and you've seen a lot of crazy things. But on one particular shift, it's Tenko Shimura and his service dog who make the biggest impression on you.(rated T, Tumblr exclusive.)

camera shy - You're a villain who likes catching heroes in compromising positions, and when you can't do that, you put them there yourself. It's not until you capture Tenko Shimura that you lose the upper hand. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive.)

Somewhere in the Crowd - Tomura tells himself he's content with singing backup in the band he founded, and most of the time he is. But when he takes a song request from you during the biggest concert the League of Villains has ever played, he realizes that there might be a few advantages to claiming the spotlight. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

taking care of boyfriend!Shigaraki when he's sick (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

hands-off, hands-on - Shigaraki's quirk makes life difficult in a lot of ways, but there's only one he can't find a way around, and since you joined the League of Villains, it's gotten even worse. When the truth comes out at last, he's expecting it to be a disaster and nothing else. He definitely isn't expecting you to offer to help. (rated E, available on Tumblr + Ao3)

now with a follow-up: hands-free

Radio Silence - For the last year, your best friend has been somebody you've never met. When Tenko suddenly stops answering your messages, you don't know what to do. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive)

Tam Lin - When a child from your settlement goes missing, you go willingly into the woods to rescue him from the entity that dwells there. You're not at all prepared for what you find. (Based on the tale of Tam Lin. 7.1k words, afab reader, rated M with warnings for dubcon + smut. Tumblr exclusive)

you and Shigaraki try to survive your zombie-infested high school (rated M, soon to be expanded, currently Tumblr-exclusive.)

watching a scary movie with Shigaraki (rated T, Tumblr-exclusive.)

Multi-parts/Series

the new postmodern age - Before the war, you were nothing but a common criminal, but in the world that's arisen from the ashes, you got a second chance. Five years after the final battle between the heroes and the League of Villains, you run a coffee shop in a quiet seaside town, and you're devoted to keeping your customers happy. Even customers like Shimura Tenko, who needs a second chance even more than you did -- and who's harboring a secret that could upend everything you've tried to build. Will you let the past drag both of you down? Or will you find a way, against all odds, to a new beginning? (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, complete)

blind date i + ii - After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, female reader. (rated T (for now), Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

needle, compass, north:

what I can't remember now - Tomura's life doesn't end when his death sentence is handed down, and he knows damn well that he's innocent. It won't be long before one of his appeals proves it, and he can come home -- back to his friends, and back to you, the girlfriend who stood by him through the trial. But death row is a nightmare Tomura can't wake up from, and as the years behind bars begin to pile up, Tomura starts to question if it really matters whether he did it. If he'll ever be free. And if you and the other people who love him have forgotten him for good. (No quirks AU, rated M, angst + triggering content, available on Tumblr + Ao3, complete.)

if my heart was a house - It's been nineteen years since Tomura was sentenced to death, and you've built a life in the space he left behind, braced each day for the worst. You're prepared for everything - the questions your daughter asks, the memories that sting a little more in the winter, the specter of the news you've been afraid of for years. But of all the things life's thrown your way, it's the one you haven't dared to hope for might be the one thing you can't handle. (No quirks AU, rated T, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing.)

(secret) santa, baby - Shigaraki doesn't want to participate in the office's Secret Santa exchange, but when Toga promises to make it easy on him, he gives in. But making it easy for him makes it a lot harder for you -- you're the one who got his list. Office AU, no quirks. A fic in 12 parts. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive, complete)

Hana Lives AU - you have a crush on your best friend's little brother, and you don't know how to handle it, except that you're probably doing it wrong. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

Pariah - Shigaraki Tomura was buried three days ago, struck down at last by the affliction that’s haunted him all his life. Now, with muffled screams emanating from the graveyard and the same affliction striking down villagers left and right, the priest has ordered Shigaraki raised from the grave and put to death properly this time. It falls to Spinner, wracked with guilt over his best friend’s fate, to seek help from a monstrosity equal to the one that haunts Shigaraki — the witch who dwells in the darkest part of the forest. In other words, you. Nosferatu AU, multi-POV, 5k+ words. Vampires, wolves, and witches, oh my! If you like Gran Torino this is not the fic for you. (rated M, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

Guitarist!Tomura AU - The walls are so thin in Tomura's shitty apartment building that he can hear everything going on around him -- including your singing as you go about your day. One day while he's tuning his guitar for band practice, he finds himself singing along. (College band AU, rated T, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

one way to live (not recommended) - Tomura doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about his one and only ex-girlfriend, but winter always brings back the memories a little more strongly. When he runs into you again, ten years after the breakup he instigated, he's not opposed to seeing where things go. After all, he hasn't changed much -- but you have. (two-parter, angst, Tumblr-exclusive)

red cap au - Your quirk forces you to witness the last moments of any person who died a violent death when you walk over the place they died, and you've been haunted by Shigaraki's last moments for eight years. But placing flowers on his death site every year has consequences, and you're not at all prepared for them when they arrive. (Post-canon, angst with hope, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing.)

still life, with hope - You're an art student with a crippling fear of birds and an assignment to create art from life, so when you're assigned to study swans, you're pretty much dead in the water. And there's something strange about the swans you find on a secluded lake, something all too human. As your artwork grows increasingly surreal and your suspicions about the swans continue to build, you can't help but ask yourself the question: Are you losing your mind, or have you walked into the middle of a fairytale gone wrong? Whatever it is, you'd better figure it out fast. Seven lives depend on the answer. (Swan Lake AU, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing.)

the one - You made a deal with Fate to grant Shigaraki Tomura a long and happy life, but that came at a cost - in the world your wish created, the two of you never met. But his life isn't the only one your wish changed, and as you struggle to carry the burden of a past that exists only in your memory, you find your path crossing with old friends and former enemies in a way you never expected. Can you build a life worth living in the aftermath of everything you've seen and done? Can you do it without the person you changed everything for? Or will you and Tomura, against all odds, find your way back to each other one more time? (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Call Me Sometime - You work the dispatch desk at a phone sex line to make ends meet, and you're used to handling some strange calls. But the caller you're babysitting tonight is the strangest by far -- and that's before you find out why he called. (rated M, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

certain stars - Nothing in your training prepared you for this: A deadly virus that burnt through Space Station Ultra, leaving only two survivors -- you, and Mission Specialist Shigaraki, trapped together in the command module. With time, food, and life-support running out, you have a choice about how you'll spend your final hours. You just wish you had any idea what you're supposed to do. (rated M, Tumblr-exclusive, complete.)

terminator AU - you walked in on your boyfriend's murder, but for some reason, his murderer let you live. the fact that his murderer is a robot from the future who can transform to look exactly like him only makes it worse. Terminator 2 AU, Shigaraki x reader, T-1000!Shigaraki, kidnapped!reader, discussions of murder, threats of violence, etc. (rated hard M, Tumblr-exclusive, ongoing)

a tainted heart - In a dangerous and uncaring galaxy, the rich and powerful turn to specially raised, genetically manipulated humanoids called Nomu to protect themselves and their own. You were created to guard a single person, to kill anything in your path in order to keep them safe, all to make up for a failure you barely remember. You have no other purpose, until the day Shigaraki Tomura gives you one. (rated M, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK - You're a hero who specializes in water rescue, and you've been captured by the League of Villains. It only gets worse when you find out why. (rated T, Tumblr exclusive, ongoing)

Longfics

Anomaly - Ever since he was rescued by All Might from All For One, Shimura Tenko's led a charmed life - except that he's a beta, in a society where alphas are privileged, omegas are prioritized, and betas are an afterthought. But when Tenko finds himself investigating a series of designation-swaps that have devastated the lives of the victims, he comes face to face with the terrible truths at the heart of society's placid, inflexible structure, and the enigmatic villain who's bent on exposing it all. The one they call Love's Executioner - otherwise known as, you. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Designated Villain - You loved BNHA's ending, mostly, but a few weeks after the last chapter is published, you get isekaied into BNHA on the day the story begins. That would be a dream come true, except you ended up in the body of a common criminal, and instead of enjoying life in your favorite fictional world, you find yourself struggling to survive in a world that's much crueler than you ever imagined. Armed with nothing more than BNHA Tumblr brainrot and a highly suspicious iPod Shuffle, you set out to fix the few things that are wrong with BNHA's ending. But as you learn more about the villains you hated and every change you make pushes the plot further off the canon storyline, it's not long before your feelings about the ending start to change. (rated T, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Bloody Valentine - When you get to school on Valentine's Day, your biggest worry is how you're going to give chocolate to your lab partner and crush, Shigaraki Tomura, without him knowing that it was you, and when it all goes wrong, you can't imagine how your day could possibly get worse. But when a plague of zombies erupts within the halls of UA High and the evacuation leaves you behind, you find yourself trapped with Shigaraki, both of you left behind. You've been forgotten. There's no help coming. Forget being each other's valentines - now you're each other's only chance to get out of this alive. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Expiation - Even after slaying the High Kingdom's greatest enemy and sparing its people from a terrible fate, Shigaraki Tomura's past crimes make him an outcast in the castle. Still, someone has to attend to him, and that someone is you -- and unlike the maids who came before you, you're not afraid to ask a question. (rated T, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Enough to Go By - Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Off-Script - Tomura's been Dabi's stunt double for almost a decade, and he's not easily impressed, but when he squares up with you for a fight scene, he finds himself caught off-guard in more ways than one. As the shoot progresses and sparks fly between the two of you, Tomura has to decide if you're worth the risk -- or if the best sparring partner he's ever had is all you'll ever be. (rated T, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Opposites Attract - Your quirk lets you capture almost anyone with ease, and you can't believe you let Shigaraki Tomura escape. Shigaraki can't believe it, either, and according to the League, there's only one possible explanation -- you let him go because you've fallen in love with him. He decides to find out if it's true. You decide you won't fail to capture him again. You both get a lot more than you bargained for. (rated T, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

Skin Hunger - There's no such thing as a good night at work when you work in the world's most infamous brothel for monsters, but your night takes a turn for the worse when you find yourself serving drinks to visiting half-vampire Shigaraki Tomura. You don't mean to catch his interest, and you don't mean to start a conversation. You definitely don't mean to get him drunk. (rated M, available on Tumblr + Ao3, ongoing)

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Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - Part 5

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pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader

rating: E MDNI

summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old crused witch. Oh, and he's a cat.

contents: age gap (like 300 years), alcohol, yearning masturbation, vegan slander, moth never uses y/n.

wc: 6.2k

a/n: Today feels like a really rough day in the US so I wanted to share this new chapter. Hopefully it'll take your mind off things. I've had a really really hard time writing this chapter. Really glad I stuck with it and struggled through. Could not have done this without input and beta from @moonlitbirdie @schnarfer and @whocaresstillthelouvre. Thank you my little witches!

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With Margot’s reprieve, life with Ezra becomes the new normal. Weeks pass and he’s slotted into your day to day so easily. Grocery shopping, breakfast at the cafe down the street. He comes to work with you. Except now, instead of lounging on top of a dusty bookshelf, he helps man the cash register.

Despite your aunt’s insistence that she would not under any circumstances be involved with this “conspiracy” (her word), she had pointed you in the direction of a vieling spell that would keep Ezra’s transformation under wraps. You and he cast the ward around town hoping it might buy some time but you’ll have to come clean eventually.

“By Yuletide, you’d better come up with a proper appeal,” Aunt Margot said. “People will ask questions if you’re absent and I’m not going to lie.”

There’s still time and so you choose to enjoy this secret, this new chapter with Ezra.

You’re smiling to yourself as you climb the stairs to the second floor of the Page with a book in your hands. It’s an antique school primer someone just brought in for Margot to appraise. Nothing special except that the little darling that once owned it filled the margins with dirty limericks and pencil sketchings of cock and balls. Some things never change, no matter what century it is. Ezra will get a kick out of it. He probably knows a few lewd poems himself.

You hang back when you find him beside the front window. Soft morning light falls over the angular planes of his face. There’s a divot in the center of his throat just visible above the collar of his olive sweatshirt that always catches your eye. You still haven’t quite gotten used to the fact that your old pal Ezra is so damn handsome. Not that you’re attracted to him. He’s just attractive. You’ve reminded yourself of the distinction between that many times over the past few weeks.

But it’s not the cast of the sun that has you hesitating. Ezra’s talking to a customer, his crooked smile revealing the dimple in his cheek, with a tarot deck in his hands.

“And it was the exact image I’d seen when I took ayahuasca,” she says. “The four of cups.”

“Well, cards are certainly prophetic,” he says, his voice edging on a tease.

You know her— Zoe’s a regular. She moved into town after backpacking through South America, and waitresses at the diner. She comes in to buy crystals from time to time and she’s good for business. Ever since the diner got written up as one of the “hidden gems of the Catskills,” she sends more and more of her customers over to the Page.

She’s been stopping in even more recently, the shop’s newest doe-eyed employee obviously her motivation. Twice a week you find her in conversation with Ezra. In fact, she’s given up the pretense that she’s actually shopping for anything anymore.

“Have you ever had your aura photographed?” she asks.

“No. A picture of me is a rare thing, indeed,” he says.

Zoe’s the exact kind of mortal Ezra detests– always talking about “getting into wicca” as if magic is a hobby she can try on– but she’s beautiful. She has hazel eyes and razor sharp cheekbones. Her slim arms are tattooed with delicate talismen and her haircuts seamlessly straddle the border between chic and edgy.

“I know a place down in Woodstock where you can get it done. Next time I’m going, maybe you can tag along,” she offers.

There’s a sparkle in Ezra’s eye that makes your chest tight.

You retreat to the stairs before you hear his answer. The sensation building in you is a stab, a flare of something bitter and dark. You’re not sure why you’re jealous because you don’t have feelings for Ezra. Okay, maybe a little crush. But you’ve got that in check. You’re not going to fall for your best friend just because he woke up with the most handsome face you’ve ever seen.

And you’re definitely not intimidated by Zoe’s waif-like frame and heavily lidded eyes. Next to her, you look like an ogre. But why would you need to compare yourself to her? And why shouldn’t Ezra get to bang a goddess when he has a mouth that should be sculpted in marble?

You realize how ridiculous this train of thought is becoming so you shove it down as tightly as you can, actually shaking your head as though this insanity might tumble out of your ear.

“You okay?”

Zoe’s standing in front of you at the register, the tarot deck set on the counter between you.

“You’re buying something,” you say, though it’s more of a question than a statement.

“This deck has a really good vibe,” she tells you. “Ezra picked it out.”

Hearing her say his name, you’re like a cat with its hair standing on end.

“He’s got the same name as your cat. Isn’t that funny,” she notes.

“I see how you look at him,” you say. It’s not meant to come out as an accusation but there’s a bite to your words you weren’t expecting. You’re being ridiculous so you decide to prove to yourself once and for all that your feelings are strictly platonic. The faster you see Ezra with someone, the quicker this little crush will die.

Luckily, Zoe doesn’t notice it. “That obvious, huh?”

“You should take him for a drink. He’d like that,” you say. Something like relief comes over you. Obviously you’re not jealous. If you were, you wouldn’t have tried to set him up.

“You think so?” she asks, glancing back towards the stairs. “I tried to give him my number but he told me he doesn’t have a phone.”

You try to keep yourself from laughing at what a devastating rejection that would be if it weren't true.

“He actually doesn’t,” you say.

“Really?”

You shrug.

She nods. “That’s smart. The EMF really messes with your brainwaves.”

“Hm,” you say with a noncommittal nod. “Well, I’ll have him send you a letter or something.”

–

Ezra used to trot down the stairs of the bookstore. Now he has to duck to keep his head from smacking into the shelf that hangs over the doorframe.

It’s taken some time to get used to his body again but after these few weeks, he’s navigating the world with ease. Ezra hasn’t felt this happy in hundreds of years. He’s doing magic for the first time in a long time and he spends his days working in the bookstore. It’s oddly enjoyable even despite the fact that it’s dull and full of silly mortals. Best of all, there’s you.

He still can’t comprehend how lucky he is to be given this gift. To be yours. Even if he isn’t anymore, not beholden by the fetters of a familiar, he’ll never stop thinking of himself as belonging to you.

You’re smiling at him as he comes to the counter and he has to resist the urge to nuzzle his head into your shoulder as he used to greet you. If there’s one thing he misses about being a cat, it’s your scratching behind his ears.

“I got you a date with her,” you say.

“The vegan?” Ezra asks.

“Yeah,” you say with a laugh. “The vegan that you shamelessly flirt with.”

Ezra furrows his brow. He was once quite the charmer but he hasn’t intended to do anything more than amuse himself. Over and over, this woman batted her eyelashes at him and Ezra carefully demurred each time. She was pretty. Perhaps some time ago he would have liked to bed her but he has no designs on her now, not when he falls asleep swimming in the scent of your skin each night.

”You shouldn’t have done that,“ he says.

”Why not? She’s so into you,” you reply.

Ezra says nothing because his answer would give it all away. Instead he grabs a handful of bookmarks decorated with pressed flowers and busies himself putting them on a table on the other side of the room.

“You’ve been celibate for how long?” you go on, following behind.

“No need for reminders.”

“We need to get you laid!” you say so helpfully. ”Are you blushing?”

If Ezra’s red in the face, it’s only because he’s realizing what a fool he’s being. You’re ready to send him off to another while he’s madly in love with you. He shouldn’t be surprised. He couldn’t expect that you were going to suddenly leap into his arms with any of the enthusiasm Zoe’s shown him. Maybe he thought there was some chance, some faint hope that you could belong just as much to him.

But this makes your feelings so clear. You’re not interested. You’re ready to pawn him off on some ridiculous mortal.

”What’s wrong? She too young for you or something?” you tease.

Zoe is, no doubt, attractive and she’d made it clear that she’s ready to take him to bed, both facts that should have elated him. The problem was, she wasn’t you. And you were someone he’d never have.

“I can manage my own matchmaking,“ he grumbles. He moves on to a stack of books, straightening their spines though they’re hardly askew. Anything to keep himself from looking at you, being reminded that you’re off limits.

“Ez, she’s been throwing herself at you.“

”I suppose in my time I’ve learned to savor the hunt.“

“Oh please. You used to eat out of my hand. You should be thanking me,” you say.

Thanking you for pushing him into the arms of another. His despair calcifies into a rotten resentment. You don’t want him, you never will.

“I’d much prefer it if you didn’t involve yourself,” he says. It’s nearly impossible to keep the venom out of his voice.

You scoff. In the corner of his eye, you’re frowning. ”Okay. If I’d known you were going to be such a dick about it, I wouldn’t have bothered,” you say, and then you turn around shaking your head and walk away.

He watches you stomp into the next room, regret flooding him. He shouldn’t be so mean, not to you, but the damage has been done. There’s hardly time to think about it because Margot is breezing in from the back door with Percy riding high on her shoulder, the sound of her bracelets filling the store with their music. Ezra sets his features in as neutral an expression he can manage.

“Oh, Ezra, dear. Just who I was looking for,” she says. “Come here a minute.”

She sets a wide box that’s tied with a grosgrain ribbon on the counter.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“Open it.”

He looks from her to her familiar before he pulls the dark ribbon and lifts the lid. Inside is something he hasn’t seen in a dog’s age. The memories it brings back makes his lips tick up in an absent smile.

“Robes,” he says. “How did you—?”

“We found a description in Goody Cartwright’s diary in the basement,” Margot said. “Dusted off the old sewing machine.”

Percival scampers down her arm to climb into the box. He crawls beneath a sleeve and lifts the hem in his paws, standing on his hind legs.

“I hope they turned out,” Margot says.

“Mine were nearly identical,” Ezra says as he wistfully inspects the fabric.

He still remembers the feel of the homespun linen against his skin. His robes always smelled of woodsmoke from the moon revels. They had been stained with wine and goat’s milk, the bottom edge besotted with moss and rainwater.

“It was Percy’s idea,” she says.

The mouse ducks his head bashfully when Ezra looks up at him.

Ezra swallows down the lump in his throat. He’s moved, jaw gripped as he tries to stop from shedding tears. Another gift he’s not worthy of, compounded by the fact that he’s just upset you again. You were doing for him what you’ve always done– taking care of him, showing him that you loved him. If only he could accept it’s not the way he wants it.

He sets his hand out on the countertop.

“Percival,” he says.

After some hesitation, Percy steps into Ezra’s palm. Ezra brings the mouse up so that he sits at eye level.

“I deserve a much starker retribution from you, friend,” Ezra says. “I hope you’ll forgive my misdeeds.”

Percy cocks his head to the side.

“He says he’ll think about it,” Margot tells him.

Ezra grins. He offers a finger which Percy takes in his paw and they shake hands.

“You can wear them this weekend. Sunday’s your first full moon since you turned,” Margot says.

Ezra had forgotten all about the phases of the moon. How could he be expected to keep track of such things when there were so many new things to experience?

”We’ll celebrate,” Margot insists.

He wants to protest. Right now he doesn't feel much like frivolity, can’t imagine you’ll want to join in with any festivities when he’s been such a complete and total ass. But he knows he ought to learn his lesson and accept.

“I look forward to it,” he says.

Percy squeaks happily and Margot claps her hands together.

“Come on, Percy! There’s much to be done!” she says before disappearing into the back room.

The rest of the day is tense between you and Ezra, with few words exchanged. He’s lived with you long enough that it’s not your very first squabble but, in the past, it was much easier to stay out from underfoot. The apartment feels so much smaller now that he’s human, its walls crushing when there’s silence between you. It’s at its worst when you announce you’re going to bed. It feels cold, lacking an invitation, and so Ezra waits in the kitchen for a long while wondering if you want him beside you at all.

Some time after you’ve turned off the light, he slinks in nervously. He might as well be sneaking into the bed, though for all intents and purposes, it’s become just as much his as it is yours. He’s shared it with you from that very first night. Neither of you raised the notion of his sleeping elsewhere so it became a habit. He wonders now, more strongly than ever, if he’s overstayed his welcome.

You lay facing the window but he knows your breathing well enough to see you’re not yet sleeping. He lays on the cold sheets hating himself for loving you, for taking advantage of you, for disappointing you.

“I shouldn’t have accused you of meddling,” he says quietly.

Ezra has accepted the fact that he’ll have to take this mortal out despite having no interest in her. There’s no good reason not to, as you so aptly showed him, and if he doesn’t you’ll want to know why.

At some point in the late afternoon he decided that he would make the best of it. He would stop kidding himself and accept that you had no romantic feelings for him and try to keep an open mind with Zoe. At the very worst, he’d finally get a long overdue fuck. How could a man mope over that?

But seeing the slope of your shoulder in the moonlight, your eyelashes fluttering as you turn your face up to the ceiling, makes him realize just how impossible is the task that lies ahead of him.

You sigh and turn over, sheets rustling with your movement. There’s just enough light in the room to shine in your sweet eyes as you look at him and tuck a hand under your pillow.

“Ez, it’s okay. I know why you got upset,” you say.

His heart skips a beat. Of course you know. He’s been so obvious, how could you not see it? He swallows hard, unsure of what he’ll say when you call him out. It feels like an age passes as he waits for you to say the words.

“You haven’t been with anybody for a long time. If you’re not ready, I get it,” you say and you put a gentle hand over his.

A little laugh escapes him. How absurdly wrong he’d been. He sinks deeper into his self pity. How could he ever imagine a creature as kind and beautiful as you would want him? A reprobate, hundreds of years old. A fucking cat.

“Yes, well, I suppose if she’s as smitten as you believe I’ve nothing to worry about,” he says.

A smile cracks across your lips and your gaze melts over his face. You brush your palm across his cheek and Ezra can’t help but close his eyes and lean into the touch of your warm skin.

“How could she not be?” you say.

Your gaze lingers on him, your expression difficult to read. There’s nothing but the sound of your soft breaths and the whisper of dry leaves outside the window. His heart aches, wishing he could curl himself around you and say the words that live on the tip of his tongue. But the moment passes as you pull your hand back to your side of the mattress and the gulf between you feels wider than ever. He lays awake for what feels like hours wishing he was still a cat so he could sleep in your embrace.

You lay on the couch with a book spread open on your lap but you haven’t been able to read a single page. Ezra’s out with Zoe which is fine. Totally fine. You made it happen after all, even gave him some cash for drinks and coaching on the dating scene.

“I’m newly human but I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m well acquainted with the customs and mores of modern courtship,” he protested.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” you asked.

For a moment, you almost fooled yourself into thinking he wasn’t interested in her. He’d been so prickly when you brought it up. There have been times when you wonder. You’ll catch him looking at you in a way that makes your heart flutter. Or his touch will remain just a moment longer than it needs to, days when you wake up and question if his morning wood is actually for you and not just a fact of human biology. But of course not. And that’s fine.

It’s been a while since you’ve had the apartment to yourself— certainly not in the weeks since Ezra became human— and you’ve had little down time. There’s always some new adventure to take him on. Not that you’re complaining. It’s been the most thrilling time of your life.

This whole date situation is good, actually, because you could really use a night alone. At least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

You poured yourself a glass of wine and lit some incense, cracked open the book. A good start. That’s about all you managed. You keep thinking about how it’s going with Ezra. What could they be talking about? Is he having fun? Maybe he’ll actually like her. Wouldn’t that be….something?

Things could never get romantic between the two of you anyway. You wouldn’t risk your friendship, so many years of trust and affection. It’s too precious to you. Besides, there must be something unethical about dating someone that’s been sworn to serve and protect you.

Not that you want to do that.

You snap the book shut and toss it on the coffee table, sitting up. You need to stop being weirdly obsessed with this date. Ezra is your friend, you remind yourself, and you’re excited for him. You just need something more engrossing.

You put on a period piece. Nothing like a night in with ballgowns and wine. You put your feet up on the table and try to lose yourself in the movie. Ezra is such a pedant when it comes to historical dramas, always pointing out the inaccuracies, complaining about the costumes.

You wish he were here now groaning over the cut of a coat. You wish he was here instead of–

This isn’t working. You know what always clears your mind? A bath.

The clawfoot tub is filled with oils and herbs, the little bathroom flickers in candle light. You slide deeper into the warm water, focus on the way your muscles unwind. You hadn’t even noticed you were so tense. This was a good call. There’s a knot in your shoulder you massage with your hand. Finally feeling serene, your wet fingers coming to slide across your chest. The water drips peacefully out of the faucet and your cheeks bloom with the alcohol and heat. Maybe Ezra should go on more dates, get the place to yourself more often.

You know what would really make you feel relaxed? Your fingers drift below the water, and skate down your belly and your eyes come to close. It’s been over a month since you got off– Connor (though most of the credit should really go to your passion elixir). It’s been impossible to rub one out with someone else in your bed. At least when Ezra was a cat, he spent a lot of time prowling the woods and being moody. Maybe he’d heard you back then, a thought that somehow equally horrifies and thrills you.

You touch yourself with a slow, delicate hand and you’re lost in the idea of him watching you now. His chocolate eyes hungry but his body still, the only movement he allows is the rise and fall of his chest. How many times had he seen you, all of you, and not looked away?

You shiver imagining him, urging you to show him how you take yourself apart. Studying, appreciating. Savoring. Throbbing at each twitch in your brow as you crest and your breath hitches. Even in the water you can feel yourself growing slick, a coil of need winding, and you bite down on your bottom lip. Your mind swirls, your body taught.

He’d be calling you dirty and pretty and good in his flowery prose, stroking your cheek with his knuckles and you unfurl a moan so loud because you don’t have to stay quiet, you’ve got the place to yourself.

Before you’ve even come down from your high, you're flooded with the sting of reality.

No matter how wrong or immoral or risky it is, there’s no denying it– your feelings for Ezra are anything but platonic. And he’s on a date with another woman.

You press the heels of your hands into your eyes with a groan.

The thought of facing Ezra after this revelation makes your stomach turn. You can almost see him sauntering in, hair mussed, body slack from his sexual conquest. It burns a hole in your chest, a scream practically rising in your throat. And you’ll, what, go on living with him, smelling his musk on your sheets and not go completely insane?

You pull the plug from the drain. So much for the bath. It’s early yet but the only thing you can do to help yourself now is be unconscious. There’s no way you’re going to fall asleep with your thoughts racing so you brew up a sleeping draught in the kitchen. With any luck, you won’t have any dreams either.

Ezra’s side of the bed is empty and cold. Mid-morning sun glows on the walls of your bedroom and you’re just waking up, the effects of the potion still making your head groggy. But eventually it dawns on you. He’s not there.

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Your eyes sting with tears, your gut sinking with the weight of it. You imagine Ezra curled up in bed with her. Morning sex. Breakfast. You want to puke.

After a long while pulling yourself together, you realize it’s better this way. The last thing you need is to wake up next to Ezra smelling like sex and the patchouli notes of Zoe’s perfume.

You can’t sulk. You need to get up, get over it.

When you step out of your bedroom, you stop short at the discovery that Ezra’s asleep on the couch. So he didn’t spend the night. It does little to soothe your aching heart. In fact, it somehow feels worse. He looks so perfect, long legs bare and brow smooth, mouth turned down in a pout. It’s not fair you have to survive around a man so perfect.

You go into the bathroom and close the door a little too loud a little on purpose.

Maybe there’s a potion for falling out of love.

Ezra’s dragged himself up by the time you step back into the living room, woken by the slam of the door. He had the damndest time sleeping on that couch. Never realized how lucky he’s been to share the bed.

You stop outside the bathroom door, arms akimbo, and your oversized sleep shirt rides up your thighs.

“Well?” you ask.

Ezra can’t help but smirk at your down to business attitude.

Well indeed.

Zoe had been fine company. Not hard to look at even if the conversation left a little to be desired. His favorite part of the evening came when Zoe brought up the shop and, in turn, you. It was difficult not to let his words run away from him.

Despite his best efforts, knowing that he should give over and accept this, his mind kept slipping back to his little mage. What you would look like in the little frock Zoe had chosen, the jokes that only you would understand. You’d helped him pick out clothes for the evening, a soft woolen sweater you swore wasn't too tight. All night, he kept remembering the drag of your eyes over his arms before you said, “You look really good.” He wants you to look at him like that all the time.

”She’s not intolerable for a mortal,“ he says.

“‘Not intolerable.’ Sounds like Ezra for bangable,” you say. “So?”

Perhaps in another universe, Ezra would have had a splendid time, would have debauched himself. He’d left after only two drinks, a look of disappointment on Zoe’s face that he wouldn’t soon forget. Had he been a better man, he would’ve felt worse about it but he couldn’t care about anything but you. As he walked briskly from the bar, he resolved to tell you everything, that he couldn’t stand even the suggestion that he sleep with someone else when you consume him. Good sense be damned. What was the point of being human if he had to live like this?

But he came home to find the apartment dark, your bedroom door shut. He listened there before opening it ajar to see you sleeping peacefully. Reality sunk in, fast and hard. A confession could ruin everything. His home, the only family he knew, the people he loved. He couldn’t risk losing you.

If he woke you, he’d have you face the question you’d just asked so he’d curled up under the throw blanket on the couch, as he had so many times before.

“I won't make a braggart of myself,” he says, sidestepping the question.

You roll your eyes and head back to your bedroom in a hurry.

Ezra’s shoulders sag with a deep sigh.

Sunday morning in the shop is slower than usual. It’s maddening, leaving you with too much time to meditate on your sorrows as you hide behind the cash register. Every time your eyes land on Ezra, you’re treated to fresh torment. For some reason you can’t stop picturing him fucking her doggy style with wild thrusts of his hips.

“Tea, dear?” Margot asks. Her rings tink against a spoon as she stirs honey into her tea cup. Mint and ginger fills your nostrils.

You merely grunt in reply but hear her setting another cup out for you. There’s a clink of porcelain and Margot clicks her tongue.

“Your bad mood is sullying the energy in here,” she tuts.

You turn to find her wicking spilled tea off of her hand.

“I’m not in a bad mood,” you say too quickly.

What kind of mood are you supposed to be in when you realize you’re in love with your best friend who was, until recently, a cat, and said friend spent the night with another woman? When there’s a chance that this was all for naught when the Elders find out and turn you into a newt?

Margot scoffs and lights a stick of palo santo, wafting its smoke in your direction.

“You’d better not bring that energy into the full moon,” she says. “I don’t need to feel all mopey for the next fortnight.”

You cross your arms.

“Are you still mad at me?” you ask. Margot’s been welcoming to Ezra but you still feel her ambivalence towards you. It hangs in the air the same as your sour aura.

“Mad at you,” she repeats, pouring another cup of tea. “Why? Because you implicated me and Percy in a crime that I’m concealing from the Elders? I should be, shouldn’t I?”

You sink deeper into your frown. Margot hands you the teacup.

“But I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. Besides whatever bee is in your bonnet today,” she adds with an arched brow. “And that’s made me very happy.”

You look at her, your lip quivering. Margot’s been there for you longer than Ezra, taught you everything you know about magic and given you an unconditional love you can hardly fathom even in adulthood. You nearly spill your tea again, setting it aside so you can throw your arms around her.

She stumbles backwards with an “Oof” and chuckles into your ear. Her open palm warms your back.

“It’s all in the stars,” she says.

And, right now, you have to believe she’s right.

Through the long sleeves of your velvet dress, you feel the chill in the air. It’s much colder than the last time you were in these woods for the solstice. Of course, this is a much different kind of celebration. The fire is smaller, there’s less paraphernalia involved. It’s just the four of you— you and Ezra, Margot and Percy— but it feels more joyful.

Margot leads you in a ritual to draw down the moon, then sets out an ornate jar of water to charge in its light. You and Ezra help her cast some spells. She swears the ones done under a full moon have the strongest effect.

But mostly the night is for merry making. There’s wine and incense and apple cider caramels. Margot perches on a tree stump and plays a few songs on her concertina and Ezra insists that you dance with him.

You do, putting your hands into his and letting him spin you in circles. Margot’s words ring in your ears. You can be happy that he’s happy even if it makes your heart ache. At least now, safe from the rest of the world, hands clasped together, you can pretend.

Ezra looks so handsome in his new robes, you almost wonder if there’s an enchantment on them. The white patch in his hair glows as if the moon came down and kissed him on the forehead. His cheeks are pink and he’s as breathless as you.

You’re both laughing when the music ends and you let your hand stay in Ezra’s for a while, wanting the fantasy to last just a little bit longer.

“Now I must insist on a dance with you,” he says to Margot. He holds out a hand to her but doesn’t let go of yours yet.

“I’m playing the music!” she says.

“There must be an incantation that will make that squeezebox play itself,” he says and he slips from your grip to pull her to her feet.

Percy scrambles off of her lap and hops onto your knee as you flop down on the ground.

“I’ll sing!” you say.

“Goodness no!” Margot says.

You all laugh and Ezra releases her after a few twirls.

Since it’s his party, Ezra takes the liberty of sharing his favorite stories. He sits beside you on the ground, animatedly narrating his wildest adventures. You’re pretty sure half of them are pure fabrication but he’s having so much fun recounting them, you don’t question even the most outlandish of details. The fire warms your face. Though, considering how it’s dying down, it could just be his glow. Ezra loves being at the center of attention and you wonder the last time he had the chance to command so much of it. He hasn’t stopped smiling since the sun set, that gorgeous dimple growing deeper with each hour. You love seeing him like this, full of excitement and life.

Eventually, the moon hangs full overhead and Percy curls up to sleep on Margot’s shoulder. The crackle of the fire slows and you throw your head back to look at the sky dotted with so many twinkling stars. For the first time since Ezra left for his date, you feel peaceful. He’s quiet now and you try to catch another glimpse of him in the dark only to find his dark eyes shining at you. He smiles tenderly, and your whole body warms with affection. You can almost believe it’s a look of longing.

Margot slaps her hands against her thighs and stands, breaking your gaze.

“Well, I’d better go before I turn into a pumpkin,” she says.

“Oh, come on. It’s early,” you say.

“We’ll brew you something to wake you in the morning,” Ezra offers.

“That’s alright. Enjoy,” she says. Before she heads back into the trees, she takes Ezra’s hand and gives it a squeeze and pats you on the shoulder.

You’re quiet for a long time, watching the fire die down. It comes back to you, slowly at first, then a flood of emotion, the uncertainty of your future. This night has been a gift but, one way or another, you’re destined to lose Ezra. There’s a melancholy look on his face that hints he might be thinking about the same things.

“Should we retire then?” he asks after a sigh.

“Wait. I want to give you something,” you say. Margot arranged this whole evening and you feel like you’ve shown up to a party empty handed.

“You’ve given more than enough.”

“Well, apparently I’ve been putting off really bad vibes. So a protection spell.” You rise to your feet.

Ezra pulls himself up with your help and this time you don’t allow him to let go. You take both of his hands in yours, his rough fingers entwined in your own, and he watches you, with a fond curiosity on his face. He flusters you. His gaze is so intense, you have a hard time meeting his eye.

“Okay,” you say, shaking out your limbs.

Magic tingles where your palms meet and you notice that his thumb traces yours gently. Having spent the night before without him seems to double the intimacy of the moment. He looks downright beautiful like this, the angles of his face outlined in fire and moonlight. It’s almost unbearable.

“Ezra,” you start.

His lips part at the sound of his name.

“I protect you with my magic and my spirit,” you say.

He can surely feel it surrounding him like an embrace. It’s so intense, you can barely fill your lungs. His eyes are so soft, round and sweet. They glisten in the darkness.

“And my heart,” you add, your voice breaking.

You put your palm against his cheek, the pad of your thumb tracing the hairline scar there, to seal the spell and he takes in a sharp little gasp at your touch. There’s a look in his eye, beseeching, and you feel the tug of his magic, drawing you in closer like a knot tightening between you. It’s a whisper, so faint you’re probably imagining it, but you follow it to him, to his lips.

Before you even realize it, you’re kissing him. Tender and aching and it feels like relief to have his mouth on yours, to taste the wine on his tongue. His lips are soft and hesitant. Your body molds against him, it always does. You’ve been in his arms so many times before and yet it’s never felt more right than this very moment.

Except that it’s wrong. There are all of those reasons why this can’t be, how awkward it will be when he stops you, when he goes back to sleeping on the couch. Suddenly you’re pulling away despite your body screaming for you to do anything else.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I shouldn’t have– Shit!” You swallow down a lump in your throat.

Ezra holds you firm by your elbows, pulling your hand away from your lips and shaking his head.

“Little mage, I have wanted nothing more for longer than you can know,” he says, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

You stare at him, wide eyed, mouth agape, trying to make sense of his words. Your heart flips and you let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

And then he kisses you again and again and again.

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Not That Good (Sequel to Not That Bad)

❧ Summary: You confront Mark after the break room incident

❧ Pairing: Mark Meachum x reader

❧ Wordcount: 1k

Part 2 to Not That Bad

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It had been a few days since the break room incident, and awkward was an understatement.

Mark had spent as much time as possible away from his desk, just to avoid looking at you. You could tell he was embarrassed. A guy like that showing his vulnerable side? He was flustered, but he had no reason to be.

Not that you were any better. You’d thought about him that way before. But when the realisation hit, your brain short-circuited. And by the time it rebooted, he was gone.

You strolled through the office at the start of your shift. As you placed your bags down, you noticed Mark's stuff on his desk. Still playing ghost.

Before you could get comfortable, the Chief called you into his office.

There was already someone in the chair facing his desk . The door creaked as you entered, making your presence known. He turned and met your gaze. This was the first time in days Mark had glanced your way. Although it was an accident, you relished in it. You missed how his green eyes studied you, took in the small details and mannerisms.

Just as quick as it started, he looked away. His attention back on the Chief.

"Meachum. L/N. I need the two of you to back up another precinct today. Big sting operation happening downtown. They've requested some plainclothes in the area in case it gets messy. You two are my best so I'm sending you. We're planting you a block away from the action. Stay put until they ask for you." He pushed two boxes across the desk, your earpieces. "So you can stay updated. Lay low. Got it?" He frowned at Mark , hoping to get the message across.

"Yes, sir" Mark practically jumped up from his seat and left.

"Keep him in check, L/N," he warned you.

"Yes, sir." Babysitting for a man that doesn't want to be near me. This was going to be a long day.

It was a beautiful summer's day in downtown LA. The sun was high, the sky a clear blue. People were laughing, catching up, living like nothing shady was about to go down. Not a cloud in the sky. Except for the little grey cloud over you and Mark.

The two of you sat outside the bistro at a small table, sipping your expensive coffees. Mark had a newspaper stretched out in front of him like a shield. You watched the world go by. You both wore sunglasses. While you used yours to take a peak at him every now and again, he used his to hide.

Two black SUVs drove passed heading to the meeting point. Your eyes followed them down the block until they disappeared "Alright, it's time people," a voice spoke through the earpieces.

Now, all you had to do was look inconspicuous and wait.

Wait with Mark Meachum.

The guy who ignored you the last couple days. The guy who could barely glance your way. The guy who basically confessed his love to you, then ran away.

"Are we going to talk about it?" The words slipped out before you could stop them. You spoke over your cappuccino mug, your gaze anywhere but him.

"Talk about what?" he grumbled, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh, we're going to play that game, are we?" You snapped, turning to face him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He the flipped the page, as if he was actually interested in the articles.

"Don't be an asshole, Mark."

He sighed. "Can we not, right now? People can hear us."

"No they can't. It's a one-way piece and we aren't mic'd up."

"We're working." The paper crinkled under his grip. You had a way of getting under his skin at the worst times.

"We're waiting," you shot back.

He finally dropped the paper, meeting your gaze. "You not letting this go, are you?"

"Nope. Not since this is the first time you've been near me in days."

"I've been busy," he dismissed the idea.

"Yeah. Busy avoiding me."

He scoffed. "I haven't been avoiding you."

"Fine, what would you call it then?" Whenever Mark Meachum was about to bullshit someone, he pulled a face. His eyebrows would raise, he would lick his lips in thought and end it with a half-hearted shrug.

"Conveniently occupied elsewhere."

You rolled your eyes. "God, you're infuriating."

He turned his chair to face you instead of the street, slapping his hands on his thighs in frustration. "Well, I guess we're doing this. What did you want to talk about?"

"You know what, Meachum."

He frowned. "What happened in the break room?"

"Yes" Another eye roll.

"It was a moment. We had a moment, that's all."

You snorted. "Bullshit, you basically implied you loved me or felt some kind of way about me." He stared at you confused. Like what you said was the most foolish thing ever.

"What?! There was no implication."

"Oh, there was definitely an implication and then you stormed out."

"I got called out"

"Either way you took the coward's way out and left me hanging."

"I left you hanging?!" He leaned in . "If I remember rightly, you didn't say anything after the 'implication'"

"So there was an implication!"

He groaned. "Fine, there was an implication of sorts. But you didn't say a thing."

"Because I didn't know what to say."

He paused. "Do you know what to say now?"

"I think so?"

"You think so?"

"I just... I don't want to say the wrong thing."

"Just say it."

You exhaled. "Fine, I like you."

His brows lifted. "Like? What are you twelve?"

"I'm twelve? I just told you I like you and your reacting like an immature kid."

"You know what, you ar-"

"BACK UP! BACK UP! WE ARE REQUESTING BACK UP!"

The earpiece crackled to life. You and Mark didn't waste a second, leaping from your seats, sprinting down the block. Forgetting that you were arguing just two seconds ago.

"Move!" Mark shouted, pushing people out the way as you ran.

You reached the warehouse in seconds, guns drawn. pointed low. You took position- backs to the wall, one on either side of the door.

"You ready?" He grabbed the handle, waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded.

Mark yanked open the door, ready to face the chaos inside.

A/N: Dun. Dun. Dunnnnnnn! I can't stop writing about this man. I've got more in my drafts. Am I officially obsessed?

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jo-com · 10 months ago

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˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙➛ I am right here!

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Physically seen but never romantically.

Genre: Highschool!Au, a bit angsty

Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is not proofread.. Finally back to writing!! Hope you guys like and enjoy this. Got Caught up in my work that i forgot to write and was mentally drained to even do so. But now i am back at it again and be sure to read all of the updates I'll be uploading!

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It was your free period so you've decided to go to the library and catch up on your other lessons. You were the only person there, so everything was perfect; it was quiet and the atmosphere was just right. The peacefulness surrounded you like a warm embrace─ it was relaxing and comforting.

Suddenly a loud bang from the doors and paddles of feet could be heard from across the room.

Well, so much for peace and quiet.

You didn't even have to check who it was that made the noise. You already knew who it was, correction who he was.

"Guess what y/n/n~" Oscar beamed─ Jumping at the seat next to you.

You flickered your eyes from your book to his. Slowly examining his whole figure.

He had this goofy grin plastered across his face and his smile widens even more as he speaks, you can practically hear the joy radiating from his voice.

God that smile is just so contagious, it matches so well with his angelic tone.

The look that you gave him definitely screams 'uninterested' but of course that's only the expression you show him.

Unbeknownst to Oscar all the deep feelings you want to further express to him.

You softly put down your book to the side and diverted all your attention at the man sitting beside you.

"What? Is there a reason why you look awfully like an idiot right now?" You answered, acting all cold and mundane as possible.

Oscar rolled his eyes and gently nudged your shoulders. "Why do you always frown like that, you know, you're way prettier when you smile."

And why do you always make my heart go crazy with those words??

You shrugged nonchalantly, "it's because you're super annoying and not very smile worthy."

"Ha Ha, real funny y/n, you crack me up" Oscar said sarcastically making you giggle softly. "Anyways, i have good news."

You stopped and raised your brows─ signaling for him to continue.

He took the hint and continued what he was going to say, "You know how I've been courting lily for the past few months now?"

Your smile soon fades and your demeanor quickly shifts as you try your best not to falter.

The reality was quick to weigh down on you. Crushing and crumbling your heart with each truthfulness.

From out of sight, you were gripping your thighs to stop the tears from going down, so much that it will probably bruise later.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, "I remember, only because you wouldn't stop talking about her, you lover boy" you spoke weakly─ punching his shoulders playfully to make it seem that it hadn't affected you.

"what about it?" You asked, even though you know where this conversation was heading.

Oscar couldn't contain his excitement and happily blurted out his words, "SHE FINALLY SAID YES."

Your lips subtly quiver and your eyes start to gloss. You knew where this was going so why does it hurt so bad?

"Wow uhm..i am so happy for you osc" you croaked, feeling your voice crack a little.

"I just feel so lucky to have her" Oscar sighed─ the smile on his face says it all.

He then went on and on about how she said yes and what he felt at the time. He was so busy talking about his feelings that he couldn't see yours.

You were smiling, yet your eyes tells another story.

He kept on talking, saying just how happy he was. "And then when she said yes, my heart just stopped beating and everything was in slow motion"

That's what i feel everyday with you.

His voice seemed to blend in the background and all you could hear was the ringing silence of loneliness.

You nod your head every now and then to what he was saying, despite not listening to what he was actually rambling on about.

You then abruptly cut him off and stood up, "uh i am sorry Osc but, i forgot that me and alex have this thing."

"What is it? Maybe i can help?" He offered, his eyes softening at your sudden reaction.

God, don't look at me with those eyes.

You shook your head and averted your eyes, ignoring his looks of concern. You didn't want him to see you like that. Not like this.

Don't fall for it y/n, he's just concerned as a Friend.

Without saying a word you quickly grabbed your things and scurried away from him. Leaving Oscar confused and dumbfounded.

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You hurriedly ran to the nearest rest room─avoiding all the people that were in the way. Not wanting them to take a glance at your now tear eyed face.

As soon as you close the cubicle door, your whole body just went limp. Not having any energy anymore.

And you were now balling your eyes out on the ground─ bitting your lips, to stifle the cries that were escaping from your trembling mouth.

You were stupid enough to think that there was something going to happen between you and Oscar. It's your fault, for falling at his rosy sweet words, even though you knew deep down inside that he only meant that as a friend.

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Short cause it got deleted ON MY FIRST DRAFT. Hope u enjoyed tho

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yezznn · 6 months ago

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Spending his break together — a Soobin drabble<3

pairings: Soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort.

warnings: none! But pls let txt rest (I’m talking to you, HYBE employee reading fanfics for fan service purposes)

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You could see it in his eyes during video calls—the toll of constant comebacks and rehearsals. His dedication was unwavering, but his health was starting to suffer. His fans were literally begging on every social media for the company to give his group a break, but Soobin still came on camera with his beautiful dimpled smile and tried to reassure everyone that they were just fine. It didn’t take long to become more evident, though, to the point it was starting to worry you, too. Being an idol’s partner wasn’t fun all the time, you’d spent more time without him than with him, and you feared that asking him to take it easy would come out as selfishness.

But when his company finally granted him a long-term break, it was like a breath of fresh air. You received his call while at work, and the relief in his voice was palpable. "Guess who's coming home for Christmas?" he said, and your heart leaped with joy.

The moment you saw him at the airport, a mix of emotions washed over you. He looked tired but happy, and the tight hug you share says more than words ever could. "I've missed you so much," he whispered into your hair, and even with his enormous height he looked like a vulnerable child, just glad to be back.

With Soobin home, your days are filled with cozy nights in. You’d cook his favorite meals, catching up on all the moments you missed. He helps you decorate the Christmas tree, laughing as he tries to untangle the fairy lights. You make it a point to take care of him, ensuring he gets plenty of rest. You have lazy mornings with breakfast in bed, and some late night walks to play in the snow— even when the cold becomes unbearable.

Knowing how much Soobin values quality time, you plan a day of relaxation. You both decide to stay in the day of his birthday, lounging in comfortable clothes and catching up on all the shows and movies he's missed during his busy schedule.

Throughout the day, you surprise him with little gifts. A cozy sweater, a book he's been wanting to read, and a new pair of headphones. Each gift is wrapped with love, and his eyes light up with every unwrapping. "You always know exactly what I need," he says, giving you a warm hug. In the afternoon, you suggest baking a cake together. Soobin's laughter fills the kitchen as you both fumble with the ingredients, making a mess but enjoying every moment.

As the day turned into night, you led Soobin to a surprise party you'd secretly arranged with his friends and family. The moment he steps into the backyard, he's greeted with a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" And you could swear you’ve never seen him happier before. Back at home, as you both got ready for bed, Soobin wrapped his arms around you and murmured, "This has been the best birthday ever. Thank you for everything."

As the year comes to an end, you spend New Year's Eve together, reflecting on the past year and all you've been through. At midnight, he pulls you close, kissing you softly and promising that the coming year will be even better.

This time together strengthens your bond like never before. Soobin appreciates your support, and you cherish every moment spent with him. As his break comes to an end, you both know that no matter how busy life gets, your love is the constant that keeps you both going.

a/n: in honor of Soobin’s update 💗 I miss him so so so much but I’m so happy to know he’s resting and sharing with his family. I’m just hoping they’ll get the rest they deserve and come back healthier and more energized! This was really rushed so I’m sorry if it’s kind of bad, just felt like writing a something for Soob.

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baronessvonglitter · 7 months ago

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Law of Attraction ~ Chapter 1

Rom Com AU divorce lawyer!Dave York x fem!Reader (featuring nightclub owner! Javier Peña)

Word count: 2,779

Summary: A chance meeting at a museum brings you companionship when you least expect it.

(Warnings contain spoilers beneath the cut)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit for allusion to smut/light smut and eventual smut. Rom com vibes throughout. AU as stated above. Reader wears dress and makeup. Mentions of loneliness. TW for infidelity and some violence (nobody harmed.. physically)

Author's Note: Some of you may be thinking, 'but Adriana, don't you already have a series about Dave?' to which I answer a resounding Yes, but I've left that story at a good place for right now and will get to updating it as time allows. Plus I really just wanted to do a light and fluffy story 😊 Fun fact: all the chapters are named after rom-com tropes 😉There will be more Pedro characters added in later chapters, so be on the lookout. Enjoy!

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You put on your earrings in the mirror, little violet flower earrings that match the soft purple in your dress. Your mascara, freshly applied, is at risk of being cried away before you grab a tissue to dab at your eyes.

"You're sure you're not upset?" your husband Javier asks behind you, sitting up in bed with a fresh cigarette between his lips.

"Of course not," you smile, doing your best to tamper down your feelings and brush your selfishness aside. "I know the business comes first." Javi has important meetings regarding his nightclub, more than ever these days, it seems. You're a good wife in letting him do what he needs to do.

"You know I'd come with you if I could. And hey, the museum's always gonna be there," he reasons. "Besides, we'll catch dinner later tonight at that new steakhouse on the east side."

"It's just.." you turn to face him, leaning against the vanity. "Today's the last day of the Kusama exhibit. I wanted to see it with you."

"Baby, we can catch it another time."

"After this they're moving across the country," you pout, not meaning to, but it's the umpteenth time Javier has broken his promise to you.

"Come here."

You obey his soft command, sitting on the edge of the bed, your skin warming to his touch as his fingers graze up and down your arm. "You smell good, baby. You used that perfume I got you?"

"Yeah," you smile, lifting your other wrist to your nose. "Roses de Chloe. My favorite."

"My favorite too, on you." He stubs out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss.

"Javi," you giggle as his hand dips below the scooped neckline of your dress, cupping your breast. "Didn't you get enough earlier?"

"I didn't fuck you good enough if you're still able to walk," he smirks, pulling you down against his chest.

"I'm already running late," you sigh as he pulls the top of your dress down and his lips pucker around your nipple, sucking and pulling.

"Late for a museum? Only you would worry about that, honey. Now come on," he says, scooting down on the bed. "Lift up that dress, baby, and sit on my fucking face."

Dave has been waiting in line with his daughters for only fifteen minutes when the announcement is made that tickets are officially sold out. Alice and Molly look up at him, expecting him to do something, but what exactly can he do? "Look, girls, I'm sorry. We'll have to come back another day."

"We wanted to see the exhibit. I wanted to take a selfie with those big neon wiggly things," Molly pouts.

"I know, sweetie, but it's just not in the cards today." He ruffles her hair, hating to disappoint them.

There's a scent of roses as he feels someone approach the three of them. "Hey, sorry, I heard you wanted to get into the exhibit."

Dave looks up and sees you, and has a momentary lapse of thought, struck by how pretty you are. Floral dress, white sweater, lavender bag. It's like you've stepped out from a commercial.

"Um.. yes, my daughters are kind of upset that tickets sold out so quick. It's my fault for not purchasing them ahead of time." He smiles sheepishly, wondering what you must think of him.

"I can get you in with me," you offer. "I have a membership pass. Kids get in free and I can bring one other person."

"You don't have to do that-"

"Please. I want to." You take a look at his daughters, who are looking back at you with hope in their pretty little eyes. "You'd be doing me a favor by accepting," you tell Dave.

The girls tug on his hands, jumping up and down, begging him to take up your offer until he at last relents. "Okay, okay," he chuckles. "Thank you, Miss..?"

You give him your name, offer your hand, which he takes in his own. He repeats it back to you, making sure he's got it right, the taste of your name like a sweet swig of wine in his mouth.

He introduces himself, Dave York, and his kids Molly and Alice, minus the wife Carol, who's working a double shift today. The usual pleasantries are exchanged, nervous smiles, comments about the weather.

Even after you break the handshake he swears he can still feel your skin against his, soft and delicate.

You willingly split from him once you're inside, not wanting him to feel beholden to stay at your side because of your help. Besides, you're used to outings where you're by yourself. It gives you time to think.

The exhibit is just as gorgeous in person as you've seen online. Love is Calling is an area filled with brightly-lit neon orange, purple, green, and yellow inflatable shapes that remind you of large stalagmites and stalactites covered in big black polka dots, which change colors gradually.

"It's like being in another world," someone says next to you, and you look up to find Dave.

"Yeah," you agree, smiling as you look around. "Like Dr. Seuss's world."

He laughs at that, and watches his older daughter take a selfie just as she'd wanted to do. You like his laugh, and a deeper part of you wants to hear it more often. From the corner of your eye you watch him in profile. Dark brown hair, neatly combed to the side, coffee-colored eyes, aquiline nose, soft-looking lips with a prominent cupid's bow, and a clean shaven jaw.

You realize you've been staring too long, blush creeping up your neck as you turn away just before he sees.

"Do you hear that?" he asks, brows drawn together in concentration.

You grab the brochure from inside your bag. "It's the artist, Yayoi Kusama, reciting a love poem in Japanese," you read. "The poem is called 'Residing in a Castle of Shed Tears'."

"Sad title for such a whimsical place."

"True.." you watch his girls playing, hiding from each other among the colorful shapes. "They're having fun."

"Do you have any of your own?" he asks.

"Oh.. no. My husband and I didn't want any." It was a little white lie-- Javier had gotten a vasectomy without your knowledge right after you'd gotten married. But it's not anything a stranger needs to know.

"They're.. life-changing," Dave says.

"No boys?"

He shakes his head. "We are pretty much done ourselves."

"Ah. Got it."

Entering into the next area is the most magical part. The infinity mirror room, dark but for a blue tint cast throughout, and hundreds of tiny LED lights. You're multiplied throughout the mirrors within, in seemingly endless space. It takes your breath away.

Next to you, Dave's fingers accidentally brush yours and you both startle from it, laughing a little nervously before you move away. You try not to think about the jolt that went through you at the contact.

You try to stay as long as you can in this area, before the next crowd comes in. It's in this one place you don't feel like yourself, as if you exist far apart from your life, and it's a very freeing feeling.

Dave loses you after the exhibit, and stamps down the disappointment at realizing he might not ever see you again. He tries to show the girls some art, what little he studied in college, explaining the way certain painters painted the way they did, or the intricacy of a sculpture. Molly and Alice don't seem interested, but they like spending time with him.

His heart jumps when he sees you across the gallery, studying a Renaissance painting, staying long after the others have moved onto other pieces. You must feel his eyes on you because you turn, and with a little smile you wave at him. He waves back, holding back a full on grin as you approach him. "Thought you'd left by now."

"I could stay here all day," you tell him, and there's something about the dreamy look in your eyes that melts his heart. A silent agreement crosses between you and you circle the gallery together.

So close to you now, he tries to be stealthy about his glances at you. He can't defend the awkward rhythm of his heart when you move closer to whisper some fact about the painter of this particular still-life. All he can think about is your scent: rose perfume, a sweet vanilla in your shampoo, and something else, unfamiliar and yet he'd know it from a mile away.

Sex. You smell like sex.

His eyes dart quickly to your dress, the flesh of your thighs not covered, wondering if you know, if you even care, because truth is he doesn't mind it at all.

Stop looking at her. You're married. She's married. The band of gold glistening on your finger is a dead giveaway.

"We need to come out here more often," he says, hoping to find a reason to run into you again. "We should get going. But not before a stop at the gift shop, right?" And the girls agree excitedly.

You pop in with them, not really knowing why. Maybe it's because Dave is so nice, or because his daughters are adorable and you'd like to have your own someday.

You're perusing the section near the cashier's desk you and Dave both reach for the same poster: Starry, Starry Night by Van Gogh.

"Sorry," you say at the same time, awkwardly letting go.

"You should take it," he offers.

"No, no.. your girls should have it. I wasn't going to buy it anyway."

He shakes his head, a little smile on his lips, which you can't stop glancing at. "You've done so much for us today.."

"Please," you insist, handing him the poster tube.

It's a warm feeling to watch the girls so excited, ending their day on a high note. You walk outside altogether, the late afternoon giving way to early evening.

"We wanted to thank you again. Right, girls?" And his daughters give a polite 'thank you' in unison, their cute faces beaming.

"It's my pleasure," you smile serenely at them. "I hope I'll see you again sometime. I actually own a little place a couple blocks away. It's a bookstore-slash-bakery."

"We could go check it out," Dave offers, and the girls are excited to spend more time on their adventure.

Dave doesn't know what to expect when he steps foot into your bookstore/bakery, Fiction & Frosting, but he can tell right away it's absolutely your creation. The bakery section is at the front, the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee greeting him, giving a cozy atmosphere right away. The glass display cases boast treats of all kinds: cookies, cupcakes, cake pops, brownies, everything a bakery could have. Down the counter, employees are making coffee, preparing orders as customers wait patiently, thumbing through the books they've already purchased.

He smiles when you slip behind the counter, getting the girls some treats after making sure it's okay with him, and strawberry milk to go with their sweets. Dave declines at first but is unable to resist a blueberry muffin and a black coffee. He insists on paying you, but you refuse his money. It's easy to be kind to him and his kids. You like taking advantage of being able to do nice things for others.

The four of you stroll the bookstore area, the atmosphere cozy, the scent of paper and ink that only a literary shop can provide. There are new releases as well as classics; magazines and journals. "This is impressive. I can't remember what this place used to be, and I've worked across the street from here for years." Dave says. Alice and Molly are looking at the kids' section.

"Oh you have?" you smile. "I've always wondered what that place is." All you know is it's a high-rise building, sleek glass and metal, with expensive suits coming and going.

"Here," he says, reaching into his wallet and pulling out his business card. Your fingers brush together for a moment during the transfer, and you both smile.

"You're a.. divorce attorney," you say, voice somewhat flat.

"Uh, yeah," he says as if he could apologize. He glances at your ring again, twisting his own gold band as if to ground his thoughts and remind himself that you're both taken.

When you burst into tears he freezes, his jacket left behind in his car with the handkerchief he would have given you. Luckily you pull a tissue from your purse and press it to your face.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you," he says, softly rubbing your back.

"I'm fine," comes your muffled reply. "I just.. I'm just emotional, that's all."

"Is everything all right.. at home?" he asks, concerned by your tears. So many years in this field and he knows an unhappy wife when he sees one.

"I don't.. is it okay if I don't talk about it?" you sniffle.

"Of course. I didn't mean to pry," he assures you, his voice soothing. He keeps his hand on your back, waiting for you to let it all out.

"I'm such a fool," you manage a smile at him through your tears. "I didn't mean to blow up like that."

"It's okay," he says, dabbing at a streak of mascara you'd missed on your cheek. "My number's on the card. If you ever just want to talk, please call. I promise not to charge you," he adds with a little chuckle, hoping to lift your spirits.

"Or maybe.. you could come by for a coffee. I promise not to charge you." You give him a real, true smile.

It's almost as if you don't want to go home, but there's no reason to stay once Dave and the girls have left the shop. The drive home isn't as long, despite the traffic.

You can hear the music from the front hallway. "Moment" by Victoria Monet, the smooth bass and vocals providing an atmosphere you typically walk into when Javi's in the mood, which is often. You smile, wondering if he's expecting your arrival and setting the mood before you go out to dinner. As often as he does break his promises, he has his ways of making up for it. You open the door to your bedroom.

"Babe, I--"

You freeze into place as your world breaks wide open.

Another woman is in your bed with your husband, her body writhing on top of him.

Rooted to the spot, you watch helplessly as this happens. His hands are all over her body, he's calling her all the pet names he calls you. Mami, hermosa, carino, ven por mi.

"What the fuck??" you shout over the music, putting a stop to the extramarital fucking going on in your marriage bed. Javi and his bitch scramble to cover up. "This is the meeting you absolutely couldn't miss??" You glare daggers at the woman, who's avoiding your gaze as she hurriedly puts her skimpy dress back on. You recognize her-- Cindy, one of the bartenders at his club. "Get out of here, you slut! I don't want to see you in this house ever again!" You throw nearest thing - a bottle of perfume from your vanity - at her, narrowly missing her as Roses de Chloe crashes against the wall. Cindy manages to escape unscathed but the true target of your fury remains.

"Didn't expect you back so early, baby. I can explain," Javier says, getting his jeans back on, forgoing his underwear. But you back away before he can come near you.

"Explain?? Explain to me how you fell into your employee dick-first!"

He looks guilty for only a second, a little smile on his lips as he tries again to broach your defenses. "She means nothing to me. She's just going through a lot right now and I wanted to help her. I can't help that she came on strong." He studies you, his face a perfect facade of innocence, eyebrows slightly lifted, plush lips pouting beneath his perfectly groomed mustache.

But you know better. You shrink from him as he tries to reach out and hold you.

You're sick to your stomach over his lies, and the readiness with which you have accepted them in the past. "Don't touch me!" you shout, ready to hurl something at him. "Don't ever come near me again," you manage, right before tears spill over your eyes. Without a second thought you hurry out of the house you've shared with him for years, get into your car and drive away.

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runningincircl3s · 6 days ago

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Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 17

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chapter warnings: nsfw!! i kinda added the smut scene to make this chapter longer lmao, i wrote it on my phone and it feels pretty short and i'm not too happy with it, but the next chapter is (hopefully) gonna be better!! <3

YAYY SINEMATIC POSTS ARE BACK!! right now i have no idea when i have time to write and edit posts, so i've updated my posting schedule to match that lmao. i still want to write and post them weekly/ every other week though! :)

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The night air was cool, the street was practically empty as the group wandered back from their late night diner run, the odd car passed every few minutes but other than that, it was just them.

Ricky scrolled on his phone, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket as he walked. His thumb hovered over the screen… then suddenly, he froze.

His brows pinched together in confusion, mouth parting slightly as his eyes traced over the new message popping up at the top of his phone. He immediately tapped on it.

Chenzo Whore-o: Man, I fucked up bringing y/n. I can't deal with her shit anymore. You think we can convince her to go home?

Ricky stopped dead in his tracks, the rest of the group carried on ahead, oblivious.

“What the fuck…?” Rick muttered under his breath, this didn’t make sense…

Ryan, noticing Ricky lagging behind, slowed his pace and glanced over.

“What?” His tone was casual at first, but it shifted the second he saw the look on Ricky’s face. “Dude, what is it?”

Wordlessly, Ricky turned the phone, showing him the message.

Ryan’s eyes darted across the screen as he read the message once, then twice, confusion flashing over his face. His frown deepened as the words settled in.

“The fuck? That doesn’t… that doesn’t sound right,” Ryan muttered, his eyes still locked on the screen. He read it again, slower this time. “He was literally fine with her like, twenty minutes ago.”

Before Ricky could respond, Ryan’s phone buzzed in his hand. The notification popped up on his lockscreen.

Vin: I’ve been trying to push y/n away all day but it’s not working. She won’t take the fucking hint. Think you can talk to her for me?

Hesitantly, Ryan read out his message. Both of them staring at each other in confusion, stood frozen on the sidewalk as Justin, Angela, and Chris carried on ahead, laughing softly amongst themselves, oblivious to what was going on behind them.

Ricky shook his head slowly, a cold weight sinking into his stomach.

“This doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, sliding his phone into his pocket with a frustrated exhale. “Earlier, he was doing everything to win her back, since Ruby got into her head. The whole fucking day it’s been him looking at her like a lost puppy.”

“Maybe they fought?” Ryan offered weakly, but even he didn’t sound convinced. His shoulders tensed, phone still in his hand. “Something must’ve gone down after we left.”

Ricky nodded slightly as he thought, eyes narrowing. His mind replayed every interaction from earlier, every stolen glance, every moment he could think of between you and Vinny.

“But even the texts,” Ricky pointed out, his voice growing more certain, more suspicious now. “Look at them… Vin doesn’t text like this. Full stops? Commas? That motherfucker barely spells shit right.”

Ryan’s mouth twisted, his frown deepening as he scrolled through the message again, his stomach churning.

“So what? You think y/n got ahold of his phone and sent these? Because… Ruby’s on the other bus, and they were supposed to leave when we went to eat, that’s why we didn’t invite them.”

Ricky ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression conflicted, the city lights catching the anxious crease between his brows.

“So, what, you think he actually feels that way?” Ricky asked, voice full of frustration. “That he regrets bringing her? That he’s been trying to push her away this whole time?”

Ryan hesitated, his throat tightening as uncertainty gnawed at him. His mind flashed to Vin’s face, the nervous glances, the quiet smiles, the tension that always lingered when you were nearby.

“I dunno, man…” Ryan admitted, shrugging, but his posture was still stiff with unease. “Vin doesn’t even know how he feels half the time.” He exhaled sharply, glancing ahead toward the bus parked down the block. “But this is weird. Even for him.”

They both stood there in silence, the streetlight flickering slightly overhead, casting them in a warm glow. Neither of them could stop thinking about the texts, and whether there was any truth behind them at all.

And if this was just the first day of tour, what would be going down by the end of the week?

…

“We’ve gotta be quick.” Vin whispered, panting already as he kissed your inner thighs, having just given you an orgasm with nothing but his mouth, your slick still coating his chin. “Don’t know how long they’ll be.”

You nodded, and Vin rose back to his feet, his hands on your waist as he kisses your lips, giving you a taste of yourself.

He backs you up to the table, letting you gently lie back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you, your lips not leaving his as he reached between the two of you to line himself up. The moment you felt the head of his cock run through your folds, your whole body shivered and you whimpered against his lips, your eyes screwing shut.

“Such pretty noises,” he teased, a smirk creeping up on his face, “There’s nobody about, baby, you can be as loud as you need.”

Your lips parted, ready with some snarky reply, but it melted into a gasp as he pushed in, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance before sinking deep, the stretch dizzying and oh so perfect. Your hips bucked instinctively, your back arching off the table as he bottomed out, filling you completely.

“Fuck.” Vin groaned low in his throat, his head dropping to your shoulder as he held still for a second, savouring the way you clenched around him, so wet and so warm.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, a needy whimper slipping from your lips. His cock twitched inside you, and his hand snuck between your bodies, thumb circling your swollen clit without mercy.

“Vin…” Your voice broke into a moan, hips rocking up to meet his again, desperate for friction, for more.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your ear, his hips pulling back before slamming into you hard enough to rattle the table beneath you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The slick sounds of your bodies filled the cramped space, the faint creak of the table, your breathless moans echoing off the walls of the bus. His pace quickened, sharp, rough thrusts hitting deep, the head of his cock dragging against your sweetest spot with every stroke, his thumb still teasing on your clit.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him closer as your walls fluttered around him, the pressure building fast again, unbearable after how sensitive you already were.

“Gonna cum again for me, baby?” He rasped, his voice strained as he slammed into you harder, his free hand sliding up to your throat. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes dark, feral with need.

You nodded frantically, the words stuck in your throat, your whole body shaking as the heat built low in your belly, and you knew you were close.

“Then be loud for me,” Vin hissed, driving into you rougher now, each thrust making your tits bounce, “Wanna hear those pretty sounds when I make you cum…”

His thumb pressed harder, circling your clit fast and tight, and it sent you over the edge. Your walls pulsed around him as you cried out, your vision going a little blurred, thighs trembling as your orgasm washed through you, soaking his cock.

Vin cursed under his breath, hips stuttering as you milked him, his cock twitching inside you before he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you with a low, guttural moan, his grip tightening on your waist.

For a few breathless seconds, neither of you moved, his forehead resting against yours, his cock still buried inside your pulsing cunt, both of you panting, skin slick with sweat.

He pulled out, your slick and his cum dripping down your thighs, your panties still discarded somewhere on the floor, but he only tucked himself away, back into his boxers as he grabbed your hips to steady you as you slid off the table, wobbly and completely spent.

“Be right back.” Vin said with a soft smile, kissing your cheek before wandering off towards the bunks, and came back moments later with a warm cloth and your pajamas. Softly, he cleaned you up, and then helped you get dressed.

You let out a happy, content sigh as Vin's hands moved over your skin, helping you pull up your sleep shorts. You were still catching your breath, waiting for your heart to calm down, and you already felt a little sore.

Vin was walking around the bus in just his pair of Calvin Kleins, not really caring that the others could be back any minute now. You stood against the doorway of the bunks, just by the kitchen area, watching him pick up the clothes you had torn off of each other.

But then he froze, mid-bend, and turned to you.

“Did I… No. But- Surely-“

“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you saw his face screw in confusion.

“My phone. I thought I brought it in.”

“Is it not in your pocket?”

He picked up the shorts he had just been wearing moments before, patting them down and shaking his head.

“No… it’s not in there,” Vinny muttered, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes scanning the cluttered floor of the bus in frustration.

Your heart started to race for an entirely different reason now, unease creeping up your spine.

“Did you leave it outside?” You asked carefully.

Vinny paused, eyes widening slightly as realisation clicked into place.

“Fuck,” he breathed, quickly stepping toward the door. Still in just his boxers. “Yeah… yeah, I think I left it out there, where we were sat.”

You followed him, peeking your head out of the bus door as he jogged the short distance to the low brick wall. There, sitting right where he’d carelessly left it earlier, was his phone.

Vinny snatched it up, letting out a relieved exhale as he turned it over, the screen lighting up beneath his thumb.

“All good?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, yeah… guess I was too busy rocking your world to notice.” He teased with a crooked grin, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he strode back onto the bus.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the grin pulling at your lips as he set his phone down on the little table near the kitchen, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for one last, lingering kiss.

The warmth of his mouth on yours made your pulse race again, but just as you curled your fingertips into his waistband, footsteps crunched on the gravel outside.

“Shit,” Vin whispered, laughing softly against your lips, his eyes still shut. “I think they’re back.”

You groaned, resting your forehead to his chest.

“Of course they are…”

Vinny nudged your chin gently, brushing another quick kiss to your temple.

“You look tired,” he said softly, the teasing fading into concern. “Go crawl into the bunk, try to get some sleep. I’ll tidy up the rest of the mess.” He motioned to your discarded bra and panties, along with his hoodie and pants.

You hesitated, but exhaustion was creeping up on you, so you nodded, slipping down the narrow aisle to the bunk area. You got in and drew the curtain closed, laying on your back with a long sigh.

Moments later, the bus door creaked open and the others filed in, still having their own conversations, but pausing to greet Vin.

But as Rick walked in, his brows immediately pinched together in confusion. Ryan elbowed him subtly, whispering under his breath.

“He’s got his phone…”

Ricky swallowed hard, noticing how Vin’s phone was in his hands, scrolling through completely unbothered. If Vinny had his phone this whole time… that meant he’d sent those texts.

Right?

Ricky’s stomach turned with unease, his earlier doubts gnawing at him again. Something sure wasn’t adding up.

Ryan frowned, watching Vin with narrowed eyes.

“Guess they didn’t work it out after all…” Ryan muttered under his breath, with a casual shrug.

Before either of them could ask Vinny anything, he suddenly stood, stretching his arms overhead with a lazy groan.

“Gonna get some rest,” Vin mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he slipped past Ricky and Ryan, barely sparing them a glance. “Wake me before load in. Or don’t... I’d rather you didn’t.”

The two exchanged a look, brows knitted, neither entirely sure what to believe.

…

The next day…

Cases were scattered across the stage as everyone got set up for tonight, cables snaked across the room, people were barking orders left right and centre. You stood just by the side of the stage, arms crossed loosely over your chest, watching Vin.

He was by the drum riser, assembling his kit with his drum tech, his curls falling into his eyes as he fixed the snare. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms flexing as he adjusted something. You couldn’t help but stare…

God, he looked so good when he was in his element.

You found yourself hovering near him, not wanting to interrupt, but also craving his company. You’ve hardly had a chance to talk to him since waking up this morning.

Vin glanced up briefly, his eyes softening the moment they caught yours. A small grin tugged at his lips.

But before you could inch closer, a voice cut through the din.

“Hey, y/n, c’mere a sec!” Ricky called from across the stage, waving a hand as he approached.

You hesitated, shooting Vin a quick, questioning glance, but he just gave a half shrug, focusing back on his drums.

Ricky’s hand gently curled around your wrist when you got close, tugging you off to the side where a stack of merch boxes sat waiting.

“Can you help me take these to the front?” He asked casually, though his eyes were darting over your shoulder toward Vin who had now been joined by Ryan, who gave Rick a quick nod.

You frowned slightly, but grabbed one of the boxes, and followed his lead. As you both sat them down at the merch desk, your curiosity got the better of you.

“Is everything okay, Rick?” You asked, trying to sound casual.

Ricky shrugged, though his jaw was tight.

“Yes! Why wouldn’t it be..?”

Your eyes narrowed.

“You’ve been acting a little weird all morning. You and Ryan…”

Ricky laughed softly, though it seemed forced, strained, as he stacked the last box and turned to face you properly.

“Weird? No… I think you’re just tired,” he deflected, ruffling your hair lightly in that same older brother way he always did, though the easy warmth wasn’t there this time. “It was the first show, late night and all, right?”

Your stomach twisted slightly, but you forced a smile, brushing it off. Maybe you were tired… Maybe you were reading too much into it.

The rest of the morning passed a little too quick. You kept trying to catch Vin alone, but he was always occupied. Either Ryan had him deep in some random overcomplicated discussion, or Rick needed him for something. You were beginning to get a little suspicious.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were exhausted and fed up, craving nothing more than a moment with Vinny away from everyone else. Just the two of you. Just to talk to him, just to be in his company.

Finally, you spotted him! Backstage, sat down on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

You made a beeline for him, ready to slide into that small safe space beside him.

But before you could get there…

“Hey, Vin!” Ricky suddenly appeared out of nowhere, casually plopping himself down right where you’d been headed, legs spread, arm slung across the back of the couch like he’d been sitting there all along.

Your steps faltered, irritation sparking within.

With no other choice, you dropped onto the other couch beside Ryan instead, a little too hard, crossing your arms over your chest.

Ryan glanced over, eyebrows raised, before his expression softened slightly.

“You okay?” He asked, tone gentle, but there was something a little off about it.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You muttered, your eyes finding Vin, who was now quietly talking to Ricky, brows pinched in subtle frustration.

Ryan exhaled, his voice dropping as he leaned in a little closer.

“It’s gotta be stressful… all this,” he said vaguely, gesturing toward the room. “I mean… nobody would blame you if you wanted to head home for a bit.”

Your stomach dropped. Your head snapped to face him, confused, defensive all at once.

“Wait what? Why would I… do you not want me here? Is this why you’ve been so weird around me today?”

Ryan’s mouth opened slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to confront it so directly.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gazed toward Ricky, who was already going wide eyed and red in the face, unsure what to do or say.

You stared between them, your heart pounding, confused wasn’t even the word for it anymore.

“What the hell is going on with you two?” You demanded, you didn’t shout, but your voice was sharp. Making the two of them look down at the floor awkwardly, like scolded school boys.

But still, neither of them answered.

With a dramatic sigh, you got up and left without another word…

None of them chased you, but it wasn’t like you expected them to. Today was just messing with your head, and it was only 3pm.

You sat down on the concrete step just outside the back doors, where you had been earlier when the guys loaded in. You pulled your knees up slightly, letting your arms rest across them. You ran a hand through your hair, head falling forward, just trying to breathe.

Then, the sound of footsteps approached.

You didn’t even look up.

“Hey.. are you okay?” A voice asked, syrupy sweet and laced with false concern.

You lifted your head slowly to see Ruby. She was dressed down in black leggings and a black tank top, no make up on today, clearly she was mid-rehearsal, her hair tied back, slight sheen of sweat at her temples, but it hurt your heart how despite how evil she could be, she was still pretty.

“Why do you care?” You asked flatly, not bothering to mask your exhaustion or your suspicion.

Ruby smiled softly, almost too softly- it didn’t look natural. She dropped onto the step beside you, far too close for comfort, stretching her legs out casually.

“Because,” she shrugged, “I got a few texts from Vin last night. Just wondering if they had anything to do with this little storm cloud hanging over you.”

Your stomach turned at the way she said his name.

“What are you talking about?” You tried to keep your face neutral, despite the feelings inside you.

Ruby didn’t answer right away. Instead, she fished her phone from her pocket, thumbs tapping at the screen before she angled it toward you.

Vinny’s name was right there at the top of the chat.

“I can’t keep this act up anymore.”

“I don’t feel the same way, but I don’t know how to tell her.”

“I made a mistake. You’re the only one who really gets me. You always have.”

The breath left your lungs, the world narrowing to just that screen for a moment, the words spinning in your head.

“No…” You shook your head quickly, eyes wide. “He wouldn’t say that.”

Ruby tilted her head, her lashes fluttering as she smiled that carefully rehearsed smile.

“Oh? Maybe ask Ricky and Ryan, then.” She shrugged. “I’m guessing they didn’t tell you he texted them too? They showed me their messages this morning…”

Your throat tightened. Panic clawed its way higher.

You tore your gaze from the phone, standing quickly, pointing a finger at her.

“You’re lying.”

Ruby didn’t flinch, didn’t argue. She simply smiled again, slow, and infuriatingly calm.

“Ask them, honey.”

With that, she rose to her feet, sauntering back towards the other girls without so much as another glance in your direction.

Your pulse was racing, heart hammering behind your ribs as you stormed back inside the building, searching the rooms until you found him alone walking through the hallway.

“Richard,” you snapped as you followed behind him, making him jolt upright in shock, “What the fuck’s going on? Ruby just showed me some texts from Vin, she said you and Ryan got some too?! What the hell is happening?”

Ricky’s face immediately darkened, he swallowed hard, his mouth hanging open as he tried to find the words to explain.

“Yeah…” Ricky muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “We got one. But… We don’t know if it was really him.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your tone a little softer.

“Look,” Ricky sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. He scrolled quickly and handed it over to you. “Read how he texts normally… then look at this one.”

Your brows furrowed as you scanned the messages. Everything before the last text was sloppy, lowercase, no punctuation, classic Vin. But the one last night? Full stops. Commas. It looked wrong…

It couldn’t possibly be him.

“But none of it makes sense because… He was sitting with his phone in his hands when we all came back last night.” Ricky’s voice lowered. “If he had it the whole time… it had to be him, right?”

Your breath caught, a puzzle piece sliding into place.

“No.” You shook your head firmly. “He didn’t have his phone the whole time... He lost it.”

Ricky frowned, confusion crossing his features.

“He… he found it outside,” you explained, pulse quickening. “After we- after everything. He found it sitting on the wall outside the bus.”

Realisation dawned across Ricky’s expression like a cold shadow.

“Shit…”

“Yeah,” you whispered, your heart pounding with dread. “Someone else had his phone…”

“And if someone else sent those texts… what else could they have done?”

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ehhh i don't like this chapter :( i know exactly where i want this story to go but i'm kinda scared i'm rushing it

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bellaxgiornata · 2 months ago

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I'm excited to celebrate this milestone with y'all by hosting a Writing Challenge! This post will explain the rules of the event and list the dialogue prompts that I had far too much fun coming up with below the cut (imagine Matt, Frank, Mikey, and Jax just shouting out lines in my head, because that is literally what happened).

Writing Challenge Rules: These are pretty simple and straightforward because I want this to be fun!

Everyone participating must be over the age of 18 (my blog is 18+ to begin with and there's smut prompts on here).

You're free to write for any character, pairing (x reader or x OC or x character), or fandom. I know this will mostly catch the attention of those in the Daredevil/Punisher fandoms because that's where most of y'all found me, but this event is not fandom specific!

You're free to write whichever prompt you want, there's no need to claim any! Also feel free to write as many fics as you want, but when you've posted the finished fics, please use the tag 'bella's 4k follower celebration writing challenge' so that I can find it later if you'd like it to be added to the masterlist for this event.

The deadline for these fics will be June 1, 2025. You're welcome to post them whenever you've finished before then, and I will do my best to try to keep up with updating the event masterlist (but bear in mind, it might take me a few days to update the list because I'm also writing and trying to be an adult outside of tumblr).

Below the cut is our Dialogue Prompt List to choose from!

This is a mix of prompts that could be used for anything from fluff to humor, hurt/comfort to angst, or just sheer smut. Have fun!

“Oh boy, here we go again.”

“Go on, go ahead. Hit me.”

“You. I want you.”

“Are you serious right now? You're bleeding!”

“You got a filthy mouth, you know that?”

“Don't you ever do that again, you got that?”

“So…I guess we're sharing.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Close your eyes, you don't need to see this.”

“Yeah. You definitely fucked up.”

“I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much before.”

“It's not like I wanted to hurt you!”

“What…is that?”

“Wait, hold on–just hold my hand.”

“I'm not convinced you can handle me.”

“I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your opinion.”

“Nothing happened with them! Why won't you just listen to me?”

“Are you really going to stand there and say that to my face?”

“You weren't there!”

“You're hogging all the sheets.”

“You look so good like that.”

“Where the hell do you think you're going? It's late.”

“Don't. Don't touch me.”

“Okay, look, I was just trying to bake you something. I don't know what happened.”

“Whoever the hell did this is going to regret it.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that dress is?”

“You are definitely drunk right now.”

“If I knew that would have gotten you to cuddle me like this, I'd have done it sooner.”

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Take it off slowly and turn around."

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rinabin · 20 days ago

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coffee run

“why didn’t you tell me you don’t like coffee?” you pout as you and wonbin head back to the library together.

wonbin shrugs.

you continue, “you literally asked me to get coffee, whole time you don’t even like it. what is this reasoning?”

“you don’t like it either. you ordered tea. why’d you accept? what’s YOUR reasoning?” he responds, referring to your drink amusingly.

as you open your mouth, you notice at the corner of your eye some people staring. dismissing it, you exclaim, “well, it’s better than a chocolate milk.”

wonbin pulls his chocolate milk into himself. “i was gonna offer you a taste, but this hating attitude you have is making me think you don’t want any.”

your brain buffers. you do want chocolate milk, you think, as you retreat from your statements.

“wait,” you let out a smile showing all your teeth. “wait, nooo, lemme try,” you say, trying to reach for his milk.

as you do so, you catch another group of people staring at you and wonbin. odd.

wonbin jogs away from you, prompting you to chase him throughout the little campus yard at your uni. you chase after him, running carefully not to spill your tea.

after a couple of minutes, you give up, panting on the ground with your cup in your hands. “i surrender. you can keep your childish ass chocolate milk. i’ll go back and grab myself something more dignified like a hot chocolate.”

wonbin looks down at you and he begins to crouch. “hot chocolate is like a boiled chocolate milk.”

you scoff in his face. “no it’s not. shut up. also. why the fuck are you so fast?”

wonbin wiggles his eyebrows. “why are you so slow?”

you glare at him. “i’ll dump my tea on your head.”

wonbin giggles as he sits down with you on the grass. “i did track when i was a kid,” he reaches for your tea, “here, let’s switch,” he says as he hands you his chocolate milk.

you go to drink it when you see another group of people staring at you, this time it’s a group of girls almost studying the two of you.

after tasting his drink and handing it back, and both of you standing up, “i admit defeat. the chocolate milk was justified,” you begrudgingly tell wonbin.

as you enter the library, you see another guy staring at you when you finally break and ask wonbin, “is there something in my fucking teeth or something? why is everyone looking at us?” you turn to wonbin, showing off your teeth to check.

he shakes his head as he gestures no and moves the hair out of your face. “you’re fine. people are just like that.”

as the two of you head to the elevators, it’s silent. “what floor you on?” wonbin asks when the elevator arrives.

“ummm i think 7th.” he goes to press it as he presses 5 for himself.

as the elevator doors close, you purse your lips, not wanting wonbin to leave, when you remember your convo from before.

“wait, are you alone? come study with sohee, seunghan and i.”

wonbin shakes his head. “nah, it’s cool. you guys probably have your own rhythm.”

you grab his arm as you reason sternly, “no, come on. you promised to help cuz we got coffee. come upstairs, i’ll help you bring your stuff up.” you pull his arm with you as the door opens to five.

he smiles at you as he leads you to his stuff, preparing to move upstairs, with your arm holding onto his.

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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"It was a nice day," S says as he checks the rear view mirror.

You twitch out of your trance. Your eyes are itchy, the way they get after a double shift. You suppress a yawn and nod.

"Very nice, thank you," you agree and twiddle your fingers in your palm.

"But you're anxious to get home..." he says.

"Well....my mom..." you begin. "I'm not trying to ditch you--"

"Ha, I know. I'm selfish. I've had you all day." He keeps his eyes on the road. "Should we stop and get her something?"

"Um, that's. Mm. I'd love to but..."

"Might be suspicious. Got it." He clucks. "Well, what about tomorrow? You got plans?"

"She has an appointment," you say. "Check-up."

"Ah, makes sense," he says. "When is it? Maybe after..."

"Yeah, er maybe. But... how long are you here? What about New York?" You wonder. The big city, his company, all that is still a mystery to you.

"It can wait. Besides, the hotel has wifi. I got all night to catch up emails."

"Oh, right." You stare at the street ahead.

"Tomorrow?" He prompts before the silence drags.

"Tomorrow. After noon? Should be done by then," you assure him, twisting your fist around your finger.

"Can I ask you a favour?" He slows as he gets to your street.

"A favour?"

"Yeah. Nothing big. Promise." He turns the corner and keeps a snail's pace.

"Alright," you utter.

"Will you bring a few bills tomorrow? We can go through them. Sort that out--"

"S. No. I can't--"

"But that's the deal," he insists. "How can I help if I don't know the situation?"

"I... I don't know. It's a lot."

"A lot you shouldn't be worried about. You should be focused on your mom. Not money." He stops in front of your building. He angles in his seat and puts his hand on the back of yours. "This is what I'm here for. To take all that off your shoulders."

You exhale and swallow dryly. "It feels like too much."

"Not to me." His thumb rubs the seat, close to your shoulder. "Look, I'm just me. I got more than enough for that. I want to do this. I want someone to share this with. To spoil, if I can."

You look at him. He's too good to be true. After all the bad days, all the set backs, all the red numbers, you just can't believe it's what he says it it.

"I'll bring one," you offer.

"One?" He echoes.

"Mhmm," you nod.

"The highest one then," he says. His tone is even but demanding.

"Okay."

"Okay," he repeats and clears his throat. "Look, sweetheart, let's not ruin the day. Go inside, spend some time with mom. I'll text you."

You chew your lip. You should tell him. It won't help if he thinks you're ignoring him.

"Maybe not." You fidget. "I'm... I'm almost out of... I uh, the internet is down and I pay per message."

"Hm, why didn't you mention it before?" He challenges.

You sink down, pushing your shoulders high. "It's embarrassing."

He sighs.

"No problem. Tomorrow. After noon," he pats the seat and rescinds his hand. "Hope the appointment goes well."

"Me too," you murmur in dread.

You undo your seat belt and grab your purse. You sit up and glance at him. He watches you expectantly but you're not sure what he's waiting for.

"Good night," you say.

His jaw ticks, "good night, sweetheart."

You smile weakly and get out. You shut the door gently and turn to step over the curb. You march up to the front doors and peek back. You wave then go inside.

You feel bad now. Like you're abandoning him. After such a nice day, you're just strutting off without giving him anything...

Your chest knots up as you climb the stairs. It isn't just him, it's the lies. You're not sure you can keep this up but if you don't, what are you going to do? You can't pay him back and the missed hours at work won't do much to help that. And if you keep calling in, well, you might not have time to make up for what you missed.

You're confused. This was supposed to make it all easier but it all feels so much more complicated. Why can't life be as simple as the chrysalis in the hamper?

🦋

"Will you come in with me?" Your mom asks as they call her name.

You nod and stand with her. It's not like the early days. When she went on her own. She didn't tell you the diagnoses right away. Not until the first treatment. That was a horrible day and there's been many of those since.

You follow the nurse to the sterile room. You sit in the chair in the corner and your mother sits in the chair by the small counter top. You're silent. Both anxious.

Dr. Vincent enters. You almost feel like you should stand. You cross your legs and return his greeting. It's not a very good morning but you won't say so.

"So, Noreen," he says to your mother. "I have some news."

Your mother looks at him from her chair. She looks small like a child. You've never seen her afraid but in that moment, you see her eyes gleam.

"You're a candidate for stem cell transplant." He says.

Your mom looks at you and back to him. You don't know what that means either. You remember they mentioned it early on but it never came back up.

"No more chemo. At least for now. We think this is the opportune time and it could help with recovery in the long run," he explains.

"Oh, right," she breathes.

"We'll send you for a few scans to see how things are looking but your last images were positive."

"Uh huh, okay," she blinks. "Is it very expensive?"

He hums. "It can be. Depending on insurance. Of course, it would be my recommendation for you to go with it. Chemo is showing results but in my experience, this is the best course of action. If you wish to continue as you are, it's entirely within your discretion."

You're both quiet.

"I'll provide you some information on it before you go. How about that? Give you some time to think." He says.

"That's good," you say as your mom stays silent.

"Alright, then, we'll do the usual," Vincent diverts. "Let's get you on the bed."

You sit patiently as he checks your mother over. He's quick and efficient. He has a full waiting room, even this early in the morning. You thank him after your mother does and he leaves the room.

She steps onto the stool and down to the floor. As you approach her, she sighs. She doesn't say anything as she leads you out of the room.

As she stops at the admin desk to get the folder of pamphlets, she bids them a good day. As you come out into the gloomy of the rainy day, you take her hand. She stops and stands at the curb, looking out into the distance.

"I'm tired, pie."

"I know, mom," you say.

"What do you think?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe... we should read the stuff."

"It'll be expensive."

"It's all expensive," you mutter.

She drops her head. "My last days and I have to watch my daughter work herself half to death just to suffer more and more."

"Mom, please, he said things are looking good--"

"Maybe but I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

You swallow as your eyes burn. "It's... it's your choice. Always your choice." You look away, trying not to cry.

"Honey," she squeezes your hand. "I don't want to give up. I know you won't, either, but you're tired too. It hurts me to see you like this."

"Mom," is all you can eke out.

She lets go of you and looks at the folder. She exhales. "I'll read it over."

"We'll read it together," you offer.

"When's work?" She wonders.

"Noon," you answer. Not work, per se. Just an obligation.

"Enough time for breakfast," she says. "My treat."

"Mom," you say.

"I know, I know. But I just want one last cinnamon bun before I go," she insists.

🦋

You're trembling. You haven't been able to stop since you left the apartment. You couldn't let your mom see the panic. She's already having a rough day.

You stand under the awning of the building, waiting. S drives up and you run out without pulling up your jacket hood. You feel in your pocket for the pamphlet.

You get in the car and flick the moisture from your cheeks. You gasp. "It's really coming down."

"You don't have an umbrella?" S says.

"Forgot," you shrug.

"Mm, well, looks like a day best spent inside. I was thinking, they got pretty good food at my hotel. We could have lunch."

You hesitate. The thought of his hotel room makes your stomach stir. You remember what he said. 'We'll see where it goes'. It's feeling more and more like there's only one way this goes.

"Sure, whatever you like." You sniff.

You buckle up and sit back. You tilt your head up.

"Long morning?" He asks as he pulls into the street.

"Yeah... a little."

"Bad news?" He asks cautiously.

"Mm, news... stuff to think about."

"Right," he steers on as the wipers swing back and forth. "Well, just relax. Once we get to the hotel, you can get dry and clear your head."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You close your eyes, content to let the rain and the motion soothe you. It's a moment to prepare yourself.. Maybe once you tell him, he'll change his mind.

When the car stops, you snap up as if you were sleeping. Your mind slows as the world does the same. S smiles at you and reaches behind your seat. He grabs an umbrella out of the back.

He gets out, shielding himself from the downpour, and comes around to open your door. He walks you up to the hotel doors and folds up the umbrella before he enters the lobby. He points you to the elevators.

"Got some work done this morning," he proclaims as you get on. "You were asking about my company."

"Oh, right. I was. Curious, I guess. I don't know anyone who owns one."

"You do now," he chuckles. "It's not as glamourous as it seems. This is as much time as I've had to myself in... a decade?"

"Really?"

"Not to complain. I mean, certain things I don't have to worry about. It's not a bad life. Solitary," he shrugs and the doors open.

He guides you along the hallway to his suite door. He lets you in ahead of him. He puts the umbrella in the tall vase by the door.

You unzip your jacket and hang it. You look down at your jeans. They're soaked. You rub the damp fabric.

"I got a spare robe in here, if you want to let those dry," he says.

"Sure, uh, probably," you agree.

He takes off his shoes and you step out of your boots. You linger by the door, shyly glancing into the suite. He stands up and combs his fingers through his hair.

"I'll get the room service menu," he grins and struts away. "Make yourself at home."

As he looks around, you reach into your jacket pocket. You hide the pamphlet behind your back, clasping your wrist tight, and tiptoe further inside. He waves the laminated menu at you.

"Right here," he puts it on the small round table between two chairs. "I'll get that robe."

"Sure."

You wait, reluctant at the edge of the sitting room. A couch and a clamshell chair in velvet. It's all so nice.

He comes back in.

"If you want to change before you make up your mind--"

"Uh huh, yeah."

You keep the pamphlet behind you and take the robe. He points you to the bathroom and you scurry into it. You lock yourself inside and strip off the wet jeans. The texture leaves your skin itchy. Ugh.

You hang them on the bar meant for towels and pull on the robe. It's soft and roomy. You tuck the pamphlet into the pocket and face the door.

You emerge as S sits at the table. You walk carefully, paranoid that the robe might fall open despite the tight knot around the middle. You sit down and lean over to read the menu. It's a good distraction.

"I recommend the mac and cheese, as simple as it sounds," he taps with his finger.

"Oh, I like mac and cheese," you say.

You continue your perusal. You'll probably just go with what he says. Your appetite is lost in the storm of your inside.

"So, uh, did you bring that bill?"

You sit up stiffly and blink at him. Your hand goes to the pocket of the robe. You gape at him. How do you do this?

"We can wait--"

"No, I can't. Not-- no. Because..." you stammer as your heart races. "Because it's... it's too much and... you can say no and... I'll be okay. My mom will be okay. I'll figure it out. I will."

"Woah, woah, sweetheart," he gets up and comes around the table. He gets down to his knees as he puts his hands on your arms, his thumbs caressing you. "It's alright. I asked you to--"

"No, no," you jitter as you reach in the pocket and slide out the pamphlet, slightly damp from the rain. "It's... it's more... it's..." you look down at the paper as you clutch it in your hands. "The doctor said it will be good but..."

He drags his hands down your arms to your hands. He eases the pamphlet free. He sits back on his heels and opens it. He reads it over as you cover your face.

"I think I should go--"

"I can do it," he says calmly. "One hundred? Easy."

"One hundred thousand!" You drop your hands. "S!"

"It's just money. This isn't about that. It's about your mom, isn't it?"

You stare at him. You don't understand how he can be so generous. It's just take, take, take, and you have nothing to give. And the more he gives, the more you depend on it. The hole only gets deeper and deeper.

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planet-marz1 · 2 years ago

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The Less I Know The Better

Summary: Joel returns home with a heartbreaking confession Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Word Count: ~1.7k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, jackson!joel, established relationship, angst, angst no happy ending, infidelity, joel just kinda sucks honestly

A/N: After an eternity, I've finally finished my first little fic. A huge thank you to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for always being my biggest cheerleader & supporter when it comes to writing 💜 and to @kajashe & @hyzer34 for beta reading this for me!

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The dim light from a single lamp flickered in the living room of your modest home in Jackson, Wyoming, casting long shadows on the walls. The walls seemed to embrace you as you lay on the couch, wrapped in a worn quilt. The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of the passing time. You stirred on the couch, blinking away sleep, your eyes searching for any sign of Joel’s return.

The door creaked open, the sound echoing through the silent house, announcing Joel's late arrival. You shifted on the couch, your eyes squinting against the sudden intrusion of light.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes, “Joel?” you called out, your voice laced with a mix of concern and fatigue.

There’s no response. You pushed yourself up, the quilt slipping off your shoulders, and a chill crept down your spine. “Joel,” you call out again softly, your voice tinged with concern and exhaustion.

Joel steps in, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moon outside. His shoulders slumped, a weariness etched into his face that you hadn't seen before. The air in the room seemed charged with an unspoken tension as he kicked off his boots, the heavy thud echoing in the quiet space.

His gaze met yours, and something in his eyes seemed distant, a flicker of guilt that you couldn't quite place. There was a hesitance in his movements, a weight that hung in the air. “Hey,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he shuffled toward the kitchen.

You studied him, noticing the subtle changes in his demeanor. The air in the room felt thick with unspoken words, a tension that had never been there before. “Where were you?” you asked, your words gentle but laced with a hint of worry.

Joel hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Just out,” he replied vaguely, avoiding the specifics.

A knot tightened in your stomach. The suspicion that had been gnawing at the edges of your consciousness intensified. “Joel, you've been different lately,” you admitted, your voice catching. “Is everything okay?”

He sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry more than just weariness. “I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all,” he muttered, his eyes still avoiding yours.

He looked away, guilt etched on his features. The room seemed to close in on you, the air heavy with unspoken words. Your heart pounded in your chest, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Something had changed, and you couldn't shake the feeling that the Joel standing before you was not the same man you had known.

The silence lingered, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the settlement at rest. You took a step closer, a sense of unease deepening in the core of your stomach. “Joel, we've always talked about everything. What's going on?”

He finally met your gaze, but his eyes held a distance you hadn't seen before. “Look, it's been a tough time for me. I just… I need some space, okay?”

The words hung in the air, leaving a heavy silence between you. Something in his tone felt off, and a chill ran down your spine. You couldn't put your finger on it, but a sense of unease settled over the room, casting a shadow over the once-familiar space.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing as you grappled with the unsettling atmosphere. “Joel, we've faced tough times before, and we've always faced them together,” you said, your voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

He looked away again, a pained expression flickering across his face. “It's not that simple this time,” he muttered.

The silence stretched between you, thickening with each passing moment. Joel's evasion of your questions left a bitter taste in the air, and you couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in your chest. You took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm, an attempt to bridge the growing distance.

“Joel, please,” you implored, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can feel that something's not right. Talk to me.”

He sighed, shoulders slumping even more. “It's not about us. It's about me.”

A cold shiver ran down your spine. The room, once a sanctuary, felt like a trap closing in on you. “Joel, you can't just leave me in the dark like this. Whatever it is, we can face it together,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

His gaze finally met yours, and there was a haunted look in his eyes. “I messed up,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dread settled in your chest as you processed his confession.“Messed up how?”

He hesitated, and for a moment, the air hung heavy with unspoken truths. “I… I shouldn't have, but I… I was weak,” he stammered, his eyes avoiding yours once more.

Dread settled in your stomach as the pieces began to fall into place. “Joel, did you…” The words caught in your throat, the possibility too painful to voice.

He nodded, the admission hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. The room seemed to spin, and a profound ache settled in the pit of your stomach. You held onto a nearby chair, the weight of the revelation pressing down on you.

He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “I never meant for any of this to happen,” he mumbled, a shadow of shame crossing his features.

A mix of emotions surged within you—betrayal, anger, and an overwhelming sadness. The room felt colder, the once-familiar walls now witness to a fracture in the foundation of your relationship. The silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the settlement outside, oblivious to the unraveling of your world within.

Joel's admission hung in the air, a heavy cloud of betrayal and sorrow. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like an unfamiliar battleground where emotions clashed with the harsh reality. You struggled to process the revelation, the weight of the truth settling on your shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear.

A chilling silence enveloped the room, broken only by the distant sounds of the settlement outside. You looked at Joel, searching his face for some sign that this was a terrible misunderstanding, a nightmare from which you would soon wake.

“How could you?” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion.

Joel reached out as if to comfort you, but you recoiled. “I don't know,” he admitted, his voice raw with regret. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

You held up a hand, a feeble attempt to create some distance between you. “Why, Joel? We've been through so much together. Why now?”

He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I don't know, alright? It's like I lost myself for a moment. Everything's been so damn difficult, and I… I made a mistake.”

Anger bubbled within you, mixing with the hurt and confusion. “A mistake? Joel, this is more than a mistake. This is a betrayal.”

He winced at your words, the weight of his actions sinking in. “I know. And I hate myself for it.”

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. You stood, pacing away from him, needing the space to process the whirlwind of emotions. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Anger mingled with heartache, creating a storm of emotions within you. “How long?” you finally managed to choke out, your voice strained.

Joel hesitated before answering, each moment of silence amplifying the pain.”It's been a few weeks, maybe more.”

A few weeks.

The revelation struck you like a blow, and you felt the sting of tears welling up.

A sense of betrayal and disbelief surged through you, threatening to overwhelm your senses. The cozy house, once a haven, now felt like a prison of shattered dreams.

“Why?” you asked, your voice a desperate plea for an explanation, your eyes searching for any sign of remorse. “Why didn't you say something? Why let it continue?”

His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of regret and shame. “I didn't know how to tell you. I was scared of losing you.”

Joel struggled to find the right words, his expression tortured. “I don't have an excuse. It's just… I lost myself for a while, and I thought I could fix things on my own,” he admitted, his admission doing little to ease the pain.

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of trust. The room seemed to close in on you, and you struggled to find the right words to express the pain pulsing through your veins.

The room echoed with the weight of unspoken accusations and unshed tears. You stepped back, creating a physical distance, as if trying to escape the emotional turmoil. “I trusted you,” you whispered, the words heavy with disappointment.

He reached out again, this time not to comfort, but to grasp at the last strands of connection. “I messed up, but I want to make things right,” he pleaded, his eyes desperate.

The hurt and anger within you were too raw to process. “Make things right?” you scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “You can't just fix this, Joel. You've broken something that can't be repaired.”

The truth of those words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the irreparable damage. The home the two of you shared, once filled with laughter and love, felt like a haunting reminder of what was lost. As Joel stood before you, the chasm between you widened, and the realization settled that the life you had known had crumbled into ruins.

A moment of silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the settlement outside. The reality of the situation sunk in, and you felt the weight of a decision hanging over you like a guillotine. “I need time,” you whisper. “I need to process this.”

Joel nodded, a mixture of remorse and regret etched on his face. “I understand,” he murmured.

As he left the room, the door creaking softly behind him, you sank back onto the couch. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a cold glow on the space that had once felt warm and secure. The echoes of Joel's confession lingered in the air, and you were left alone with the shattered remnants of a relationship that had been your anchor in this harsh universe.

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callsign-venus · 1 year ago

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For the Love of Love | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader | Part II

Part I | Series Masterlist

Summary: You immediately have doubts. As the morning goes on, they only get stronger. Good thing Bradley can be normal about this. Right?

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fake dating, fake dating Bradley Bradshaw in particular, completely implied age gap

a/n: Thank all y'all for the response to the first part :) I was so nervous to post it, but everyone has been so kind and encouraging! Also, I've created a taglist for this series -- please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates! Ok, ok, let's get this show on the road (literally, we're on the way to Tahoe lol), enjoy x

It was 6:15 am. Streetlights washed your walls a bright, sterile white. You paced in front of your door. Next to it, your pink luggage set waited for you dutifully. Bradley was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago. He hadn’t responded to any of your texts. Or your calls.

Were you dumb for thinking he really wanted to join you – and your entire family – in Tahoe? Was he drunker than he let on last night, or maybe he forgot entirely? You hoped not, you’d already bought him the seat next to you on the plane. You really didn’t want to explain to your parents why they were paying for two plane seats when only you arrived at the cabin.

You checked your phone. 6:17. Soon, you’d have to drive by yourself. Maybe he’d catch you at the airport.

Just as you made for your keys, there was a sharp knock at your door. You undid the deadbolt and flung it open. Bradley stood in the sickly yellow light of the hallway, looking better than you wanted him to in just gray sweats and a black hoodie.

“Good morning!” He was surprisingly chirpy for how early it was.

“You’re late. Why didn’t you answer my texts?”

“What texts?”

“The texts I sent you?” You grabbed all three pieces of your luggage and struggled through the door frame.

“My phone died.” He was tapping his phone screen like he was just realizing that it wasn’t turning on. He gave up, pocketed the phone, and lifted the two biggest suitcases out of your hands. “Jesus, how long are we going to be gone? It’s like you packed your whole closet.”

“Three days. But I have to be prepared.” You locked up your apartment and started down the stairs, your suitcase clanking down each step. Your neighbors were probably thrilled.

Bradley followed behind you, lifting your other suitcases as if they weighed nothing.

“So you’re just going to travel with a dead phone?” You asked when you finally made it to the lobby.

He shrugged. “Is your phone charged?”

“Of course.”

“Works good enough for me.”

He reached over your head to hold open the front door as you dragged your suitcase into the brisk early morning. His Bronco shone like adventure. You and Bradley loaded your luggage, and he opened the door for you to get into the passenger seat.

“Coffees?” You asked as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car.

He glanced down at the twin iced coffees lined up in the cupholders between you. “I thought it'd help us get through the early morning. I didn’t know what you liked though, so I just got you my drink.”

You stabbed a straw through the plastic lid of the coffee and took a sip. It was shockingly sweet. You coughed a little.

“You like it?” Bradley smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’ve perfected my order. Caramel and white mocha and cinnamon sprinkle on top.”

You take another sip. Without the sweetness taking you by surprise, it was much better. “It’s good. I would have pegged you for a hot black coffee guy, though.”

“I’m full of surprises.” He merged on the freeway.

The sound of the road passing under the Bronco filled the silence of the car.

“So…” Bradley tapped his thumb against the Bronco’s wheel, the echoes of some song you didn’t know. “What’s your family like?”

You watched lights flick on in the windows of the buildings you passed. People getting ready for their typical days. You pressed down a shock of panic. This was absurd. But Bradley seemed committed, and if it was going to work, you had to set him up for success. That meant warning him about your family.

“Well, my Grandma Sybil and Grandpa Thomas have been married for sixty years. Obviously.” Nervous laughter bubbled from your lips before you could stop it. “They’re Grandma and Grandpa. I grew up going to their house and stuffing myself on her cookies and falling asleep on his lap. But Grandma Sybil can be… stern.”

He stopped tapping his thumb to snag his coffee and take a sip. “Like, how so?”

“She’s just a little rough around the edges. She had a tough life before meeting my grandfather, and though she softened to him, I don’t think she softened much to the rest of the world. Just, don’t take it personally if she doesn’t warm up to you right away. Or at all.”

“Noted.” You heard him swallow.

You picked at a seam in your pants. “And their oldest daughter is my Aunt Marnie. She’s married to Uncle Jim. They run a crystal shop just outside of Vegas. They might try to push moonstone or onyx on you. Just smile and accept it.”

“Ok. Marnie and Jim. Crystals.” He committed the names to memory.

“Their daughter Sabrine just got married.”

“You went to the wedding, I remember.”

You flushed, grateful that the sun hadn’t quite risen yet and the hotness of your cheeks dissipated in the darkened car. He had remembered. You didn’t think any detail of your life was important enough for him to care to remember – and it really was just one week that you were gone – but maybe your life had bled into the Daggers’ more than you thought.

As the airport came into view, you told him about Sabrine and how she would bring her new husband Matt. She was already seven months pregnant. Grandma Sybil was less than pleased, but Grandpa Thomas either didn’t care or hadn't worked out the math.

“And what do your aunt and uncle think?” Bradley asked.

“I think they’re just happy that she’s happy. They sound excited to be grandparents. But Auntie Marnie did complain that the wedding was tacky.”

Bradley snorted. “Was it?”

“It was sweet,” you said. “It was in his mom’s backyard. The colors were red and black, but it was sweet.”

An airplane roared overhead, glinting in the sun that was just sharpening over the horizon.

Bradley pulled into the airport’s parking garage. He had only packed himself a duffle bag, so he was able to carry all of your luggage plus his own. In exchange, you carried both coffees and locked the Bronco. You slipped Bradley’s keys into his pocket as he instructed, your fingers warming where they grazed the fabric of his sweats.

The airport was fizzing with the whispers of early morning travelers. You rubbed your eyes as you stepped under the fluorescent lights, taking stock of just how many others were yawning and lining up at the baggage counter under those same lights. Why was the airport so busy before 7am?

As if he could read your mind (or maybe he just saw you tense up at the sight of so many people), Bradley said, “It’s ok. We still have time.”

His reassurance drove you to action. You traded his coffee for your bags and shuffled into line for the check in counter. From the standstill line, you watched Bradley as he wandered around the walkway, taking sips of his coffee, staring up at the ceiling, and generally being a 6’1” hazard to the travelers rushing to get to the TSA line. You rolled your suitcases across the green gray carpets the check in counter line eked forward, nearly running into the old man in front of you as you kept your gaze on Bradley. Why was even his boredom endearing?

Just before you got to the front of the line, he stopped and stared up at the ceiling, causing a woman who was looking at her phone to crash into him. You giggled as you watched him apologize, and saw, in real time, as the woman went from indignant to flustered as she realized how hot he was. She tried to strike up a conversation, but he caught your gaze from across the room. Her eyes followed his, and when it hit you, she was quick to disappear into the airport crowd.

Your face grew hot. You mouthed sorry to him as the woman at the counter was calling you forward. You were a little sorry; she was very pretty. But some part of you delighted in being perceived as his girlfriend, even if it was easier to convince a stranger than your family.

“Ma’am, next guest.” The stern voice of the woman at the counter shook you from your thoughts.

Once your bags were checked, you caught up with Bradley. The two of you rounded the corner only to stop short when you saw the enormous security line.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groaned.

“We’ll be fine. It’s only 7:15.” Bradley nudged your shoulder with his. “Plus, it gives us time to get our story straight.”

“Our story?” You asked as you both stepped into line.

“Yeah. Like, how did we meet?”

You didn’t skip a beat. “Nat introduced us.”

“That was quick.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Well, let’s try to stick with reality as much as possible. And my family loves Nat, her stamp of approval will go down great.” You really hoped no one could hear you two. But the steady murmur of overlapping early-morning conversation seemed to drown out your weird topic of conversation.

“Well, how long have we been dating?”

That you had to think about. “Well, it can’t be too short, otherwise it would be weird that I’m bringing you.”

“It’s already weird.” He laughed.

“They don’t need to know that,” you said. “How long do you think we could pass for? 2 months? 6?”

“Aren’t they going to ask why you’ve never talked about me or brought me around?”

“Good point. We’ll say 4, and I’ll just tell them I wanted to be sure before I told them about you.”

“You think we could convince them we’ve been dating for four months?”

You shrugged, but your stomach somersaulted. “We can try.”

“Like this?” He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers between yours.

Your hand tensed. Your stomach did a whole gymnastics routine. You were holding hands with Bradley Bradshaw in the airport. You looked around, sure that any TSA agent in your vicinity could sense your anxiety and pull you for secondary screening.

“Relax.” He patted your hand with his free one. “We’re not going to get far like this.”

You forced your fingers to meld with his. The iced coffee and your nerves were a terrible mix for your empty stomach.

“Better.” He kept hold of your hand as you shuffled up the line. Then he grinned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You know those couples in lines at amusement parks?” A lopsided smile brightened his face. “When they’re waiting in line?”

“The ones that are really into PDA?”

“Exactly.” He dropped your hand, slid up behind you, and wrapped his arms across your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “All we need to do is follow their lead.”

You did everything in your power to stay upright and keep your breathing steady with his chin pressing into your skin. He kept hold of you as the line moved up. You clenched your hands, your nails digging crescents into your palms. There was no way he couldn’t hear your racing heart and your ragged breathing.

“And there’s this move.”

As the line slouched to a stop, he spun you around, still keeping hold of your waist, but now you were face to face. You looked up at him, tried to form a sentence, but found yourself completely dumb. He leaned his forehead against yours. Surely he could feel the warmth of your face, see the confused longing in your eyes. He smiled at you for just a second before he broke away from you and threw his head back laughing, drawing glares from your fellow sleep-deprived travelers.

You were practically mute through the rest of security. Bradley seemed to have fun grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulders, and messing with your hair. You wondered if he knew the effect he was having on you or if he was earnestly trying to practice for your family. Maybe he was just trying to rile you up.

“You were great.” He patted the top of your head, causing your heart to shrivel a bit. “We’ll have them all wrapped around our fingers.”

You cleared your throat and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Once you were through security, you broke up to scrounge some breakfast. Well, that’s what you let Bradley think anyway. You tried to beat down the butterflies in your stomach as you wove between slow-walking travelers toting huge suitcases and knots of families with waddling toddlers, straight to the bathroom.

The stall offered you just enough privacy to freak out. You felt your face, your waist, flexed your hands right in front of your eyes. It took you months to not freak out about the platonic arm draped around your shoulders, his quick hugs goodbye at the Hard Deck. How on Earth were you going to be normal about this?

He complimented you on a job well done, but in truth, he did all the work. You didn’t reach out for him once in the security line. Would your family even believe you liked him? After that performance, the idea that they could possibly think that you were in love seemed laughable.

The weekend stretched long ahead of you. You were beginning to realize how stupid it was for you to begin such a ruse that you’d have to keep up for three days. You wondered if Bradley would react poorly to being sent home after already getting through security.

You hurriedly texted Nat – who knew very well how you felt about her coworker, almost to the point where she might have purposefully orchestrated your trip. It was a bit of a text wall, detailing the TSA line and your dread about the weekend. If she wasn’t already working, she would probably be asleep for three more hours, so you pocketed your phone after hitting send.

The sound of a flushing toilet reminded you that, yes, you were having a small crisis in a public bathroom. That thought was so sad that you took a deep breath, set your shoulders, and walked out of the stall to face the world.

From a little store, you picked up a berry parfait for breakfast and a bottled orange juice, since the TSA confiscated your half-empty iced coffee.

You found Gate 4. People were falling asleep upright in the airport seats, blankets and pillows abound. It smelled like the Jack in the Box across the way. You found two empty seats by the window and kicked up your feet to reserve one for Bradley.

He found you ten minutes later, carrying a bag stuffed with two bagels – one sausage and egg breakfast sandwich and one cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese, he explained. You nodded as you dropped your feet and scraped the rest of your yogurt out of your cup.

“So your cousin Sabrine is pregnant and your grandma isn’t happy,” he said around a big bite of bagel, egg, and sausage. “What else?”

“Well, my grandparents’ youngest child is Auntie Elaine. She lives in Alaska with her husband. They breed sled dogs.”

Bradley paused right before another bite. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Some of their dogs run the Iditarod, and I think one was part of the winning team a few years back. They have twins a little older than me. Nora and her wife Madison, they’re… really cool. Last I heard, they were climbing K2. And there’s Nora’s twin brother Owen. He has a girlfriend named Addison, which I think is funny. Madison and Addison. The twins don’t think it’s as funny as I do.”

Bradley laughed. The bagel sandwich was gone, and he traded the leftover wad of greasy wrapping paper for the cinnamon raisin bagel. “And what’s the deal with Owen and Addison?”

“They’re pretty chill.” You thought about it for a minute. “Owen used to punch drywall, but he’s calmed down.”

Bradley stared at you, waiting for you to laugh.

The gate agent called you to board before you could explain. Though you didn’t think any explanation would be helpful.

The plane ride was nice and short. You slept through most of the hour and a half. You were mortified to wake up on Bradley’s shoulder as the plane jolted in the harsh turbulence that shrouded the Reno airport.

You sat bolt upright, fully awake. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He patted your thigh assuredly. “It’s good practice.”

You didn’t have time to freak out at his touch because the plane rocked again. You’d experienced this turbulence countless times, something about the mountains and the desert air made the plane bounce around like a toy in the hands of an overexcited toddler. Still, as the plane jerked down, it planted a pit in your stomach that made your hands clammy.

When the plane dipped again, you clutched the armrest. You didn’t want to look at Bradley, who probably thought your overreaction was silly. He’d experienced g-forces upwards of 8Gs countless times. It was bad enough flying next to Nat, who you knew would never judge you, but next to Bradley, you felt like a little kid scared of the dark.

“Hey,” he gingerly pried your hand off the armrest and held it with a softness you didn’t expect from him, “look at me.”

You tore your eyes away from the flight tracker on the display in front of you, worried you’d see judgment in his dark eyes. But his expression was everything soft.

He smiled when you met his gaze. “We’re going to be fine. Trust me, I’ve flown a plane or two.”

You laughed despite the plane suddenly banking upward.

He squeezed your hand as the plane leveled. “So here’s the deal: you keep looking at me. You can only panic if I start panicking. Deal?”

You nodded. “Deal.”

He held your hand and your eyes until the plane kissed the blessed tarmac. By then, the pit in your stomach had been flooded with a mushy feeling you simply did not have time to drain because the seatbelt sign dinged off, and you had a rental car to secure.

Getting out of the airport went as smoothly as possible. Within 20 minutes of deboarding, you and all your luggage was crammed into a rental Prius. Bradley’s nose crinkled when he first saw it, but he folded himself into the passenger seat without complaint.

You fiddled with the radio until you got it to play a throwback ‘70s station, then peeled out of the airport. Soon, the dusty city of Reno and its casinos were in the rearview, and the Sierra Nevadas loomed large on the horizon. When the road lifted off the desert floor and began winding through the foothills, childhood excitement drummed through your veins. As the car screamed along the highway, desert scrub blurred into pine trees that jutted straight up toward the endless blue sky. Patches of snow bloomed in their shade.

“Wow,” Bradley said as the trees grew thicker like a tightly stitched blanket over the mountains. Snow carpeted the ground. Little cabins shone through the forest and snow like jewels.

“Wait until we get around this mountain.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You carefully made a sharp turn, the mountainside steep and unwelcoming. But as the car straightened out, the trees yawned apart, and you caught Bradley gawking at the lake out of the corner of your eye.

Nestled between snow-draped mountains, it shone like a sapphire in the late morning sun.

You’d spent several summers splashing in its frigid waters with your cousins until your skin was so covered in goosebumps that Grandma Sybil threatened to pluck you for Christmas dinner. The same lake was the backdrop to hundreds upon hundreds of ski runs and one trip down the mountain with ski patrol. Your arm still ached to think about that late February day, even all these years later.

“It’s beautiful,” Bradley said, and you agreed wholeheartedly.

Your phone’s navigation system stated that there was only 20 minutes until you reached your grandparent’s cabin. You sucked in a breath between your teeth and cracked a window, hoping the cold, piny air would help settle your stomach. It didn’t. But you still had to finish giving Bradley the family rundown.

“My parents are Sean and Catherine,” you said. “My dad might try to intimidate you, but don’t worry, he’s a softie.”

“Ok.”

You couldn’t be sure he was paying attention, as his face was all but pressed against the window, soaking in the spectacular views. Even if you wanted to be mad, you really couldn’t blame him.

You stepped on the breaks as the road started dipping down a little. “My mom will be the most problematic. I swear sometimes she can read my mind. Whatever we do, it’ll be hard to convince her.”

“We’re going to be there in 18 minutes. Next time, a little more heads up please?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Just tell her that you take me to Vino in La Jolla and buy me flowers.”

“Is that what your ideal man would do?”

Would it be so bad if you just drove off the road? The steep mountainside looked more inviting by the second.

“Shut up.” You froze your gaze to the winding road. “I have a brother, his name is Tommy.”

“I know,” he said. “I think I’ve met him once – when he was in San Diego for spring break?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” you said. “Well, he and his girlfriend Georgia are high school sweethearts. They’re the perfect couple, and it makes me sick.”

Bradley chuckled. “Noted.”

“So first goal: be believable.”

He laid his hand on your thigh. “Done.”

“Good.” His hand was burning hot. The car swerved ever so slightly as you lost focus on the road for a moment. “Second goal: be a better couple than Tommy and Georgia.”

“Let’s not try to overshoot this. We’ve only been dating for 4 months.”

You laughed in spite of yourself. When you eventually found your real partner, and everyone gathered in Tahoe again for Tommy and Georgia’s wedding, or a wintery ski trip, or whatever comes next for your family, you’ll come clean. You’ll cling to your partner and tell everyone all about your good friend Bradley Bradshaw and how the two of you never really dated. Your grandparents’ anniversary will be a hazy memory, but everyone will remember the tall, good-looking naval aviator and his (totally out of season) Hawaiian shirts and giant mustache. There would be shock, but eventually it would be an inside joke for years to come. You just had to get through this weekend.

Too soon, you were pulling into the cabin’s long, steep driveway. The cabin itself jutted off of the mountainside, its tapered roof giving it a harsh look, though you swore when you were little it just made it look cozy and inviting. Its windows were like glassy eyes following the Prius.

You put the car in park and turned to Bradley.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Ready, babe.”

Before you could fully register the fact that he called you babe, the cabin’s front door slammed open, and your family bursted out to greet you and the mysterious man you’d arrived with.

The knot in your stomach tightened like a noose.

Read Part III here!

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Stay Alive (33)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. YOU GUYS! I am sorry for not updating Thursday. I was on vacation so I wasn't on my laptop. But we are back to our regular schedule.

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“(Y/N)!” Was the first thing Taehyung yelled the moment your body fell from the portal.

You had fallen right into his arms seeing as he went in before you had. The moment he shouted, all the other boys quickly turned around to see what made him yell.

“What happened!?” Namjoon gasped, helping Taehyung to pull you onto the shore and lay you down.

“I don’t know!” Taehyung frowned, tears pooling in his eyes. “She passed out when we got into the pool.”

Yoongi moved quickly to take you into his arms, frowning as your body started to heat up. “She's burning up.” He tried to turn you around, feeling as though the part between your shoulders was turning into a hot tea kettle.

Your skin was starting to peel as Bang’s symbol started to bubble over as if someone had branded it on you with a hot rod. “The symbol is searing into her skin.” He gasped.

“Hobi!” Jungkook cried out.

“I don't-I don't know.” Hoseok began to pull on his hair, tears falling down from his eyes.

“Kiss her.” Jin gasped out.

“Please work.” Hoseok grabbed onto your cheeks, quickly pulling his lips onto yours.

When the man pulled back, Yoongi took another look at the mark on your back. He sighed out in relief as it stopped bubbling, going back to just being a dark spot on your back. “It's gone.” He told everyone.

The water to the lake rippled as your grandfather stepped through, quickly catching sight of the boys standing over your unconscious body. He rushed over, looking around in search of something.

“She still isn't waking up though.” Namjoon told his friend.

“We have to take her to Bang.” Your grandfather spoke up, moving closer.

“Where's Jimin?” Taehyung questioned, looking around as he noticed one of them was missing.

The six boys all flinched when something whirled past their heads and embedded itself into the cave wall. They all turned to see the arrow protruding out which made them panic. One by one the boys started to panic and tried to find a way out of the cave without being caught. However, their worry for having lost Jimin made them stay put.

Yoongi got up quickly with you in his arms as his brothers all fell one by one as magic swirled around the cave. Hobi quickly held up his hands to try and counteract it but instead of being hypnotized someone had rushed out and hit him with a stick instead.

“Shit.” Yoongi gasped, holding onto you closer to his body. “No!” He shouted, moving back with you in his arms. “Wait! We have to see–” Something hit the back of his head and he began to feel dizzy. “Bang.” He finished before falling back and having you land on his chest.

“Wait!” Your grandfather shouted. “I've come to speak with Bang Si Hyuk.”

“(G/N)?” An older man walked through the group of archers, holding a large spear in a hand. “What are you doing here?” He looked down at the seven boys all unconscious on the floor.

“What's going on?” He asked one of the warriors.

“We have some prisoners who came through the portal at Yuri lake.” An archer spoke up, gesturing to the boys. “We've subdued them to keep from having any casualties as protocol.”

“(G/N) is under our jurisdiction.” The man told the younger warrior.

He looked over at your grandfather, giving him a bow of his head in greeting. Your grandfather hummed, bowing back in acknowledgment.

“The others are not.” The warrior pointed to the seven boys. “It seems the girl has spells on her. Whatever it was, it made her faint from the pass.” He explained to his superior.

“What happened?” Minsuk, the leader asked moving to take a look at all the boys and you. He turned to your grandfather, waiting for him to answer.

“(Y/N) has a memory spell on her.” He answered. B”ang Si Hyuk erased her memory about this world for her protection.”

“I see.” Minsuk stood up, frowning at the boys.

It was obvious these boys were all from this world. However he was confused about what they were doing in the human world. Especially now and how they found the pond to cross over the portal. He knew your grandfather must know something if he had crossed over with them.

“We'll take you to him then.” Minsuk told your grandfather.

“Thank you.” He bowed his head, moving to check up on you.

Yoongi kept you close to him even as he fell to the ground. However, the warriors separated you as they tried to tie up all the boys. They were kind enough to move you onto soft padding seeing as you were related to someone who was allowed in their world.

“Who are these boys?” Minsuk asked as they placed the boys into a wagon to take them back to their headquarters.

“(Y/N) met them at her work place.” Your grandfather explained. “She says they were kidnapped from here 10 years ago.”

“By who?” Minsuk asked.

“She didn't tell me.” Your grandfather sighed.

When they reached the building, inside there was a door in a room that was used to create portals with spells. The ogres of the warrior unit all carried two boys over their shoulders, walking up to the door. Minsuk walked behind them trying to recognise their faces but frowned when he couldn't.

“Do any of you recognize these boys?” He asked his soldiers.

“Not that I can tell.” One of them called from over his shoulder.

“No.” A small fairy girl spoke up, looking over you to make sure you were okay with the memory spell. “Are they part of the people who got kidnapped all those years ago?” She asked.

“Quite possibly.” Minsuk sighed. “Now we must go see Bang Nim.”

Him, the fairy girl and two others all raised their hands up to activate the portal to take them to Seoul where Bang was. Just like in their own building, Big Hit had its own room where people would come in from portals.

As they all stepped through, the warriors that were part of Big Hit had alerted their own superior.

“Sejin.” Minsuk bowed, greeting the man.

“Oh, hello Minsuk.” Sejin frowned, examining all of the people who had passed through.

His eyes went wide at all the people they had knocked out and over their shoulders. “(G/n)?” He questioned stopping at your grandfather.

“Hello, Sejin.” Your grandfather nodded his head. “We've come to see Bang Nim.”

“What's going on?” Sejin asked, stepping closer to see who it was they all carried. “What's happened (G/N)?” He asked, looking over your body for a moment before checking over all the other men.

“It seems my granddaughter will always be tied to this place.” Your grandfather sighed. “Bang was right.”

Sejin suddenly gasped loudly, causing everyone to flinch. “Where did these boys come from!? How did they get here!?” He cried, tears welling in his eyes as he rushed around to find someone to help him get the boys in a comfortable place.

“By who!?” He shouted. “We have to wake them up. This is—This is amazing news.” Sejin began to shake with excitement, a humming coming from his body as his energy began to buzz. “I have to go get Bang Nim.”

“What is it, Sejin?” Minsuk asked.

“It's Bangtan.”

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