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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years ago

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Leaving Pluto -

Lee Know smut imagine.

Contains: soft dom!lee know, praise mixed with teasing, slight choking. Arguing slightly. Fingering, oral $ex

Minors don't interact.

Working past the work hours cause he didn't have you waiting for him to come home.

It was another exhausting night for Minho. Being away from you was killing him slowly. A small fight that happened four days ago was the reason for you to not contact him. You wanted to find a new workplace, cause you were too tired of your co workers talking behind your back how cheap of a woman you were just because you were dating a male with slight higher position than you. According to Minho you should have ignored thier words or come with most savage comeback possible or simply talk sweetly and be friends with them. But you being you picked up the option which he never expected. Your resignation letter.

For Minho you were a deadly drug, Without you he can't live. He was addicted to feeling of being loved.

Being bad with words he never really poured out his heart to you. He fell for you when he was at his peak of self-hatred, he still can't understand how you were able to see behind the proud man who earned his position all by himself was a hiding his depressed emo kid who just wished to feel something.

Minho can't lose you. He exactly knew where you were. But he didn't have the guts to face you, he was scared because his words were no less than knifes. He was tired of himself being always a jerk to you and you forgiving him everytime because

Minho was your everything too.

You both weren't in a toxic relationship just were different.

He believed in facing problem and you believed in running away from it .

Shutting down the laptop he picked his coat and stuff. Minho made his mind, he can't just sit ideal and expect you to come back to him . Your apartment wasn't miles away from him but here he was still hesitating to start the car and and Stay with you.

Finally gathering all his shattered courage and starting the engine Minho finally headed to his world.

Standing infront of your apartment and again trying to find his lost courage Minho finally rung the door bell and it didn't even took 10 secs before the door opened.

"What you want", you Asked him. Your voice colder than ice. You expected Minho to come begging at your door anyways as you understand what kind of devil was residing in his mind, but now you were tired , tired of how Minho only knew how to regret over the mess he created himself. Looking in his eyes, your whole tough demonor almost shaken. You hated to see Minho in that state.

"umm, can I come in, please Y/N?"

He gave you a small smile and your heart melted, no one knows how much you adored that man he always just pretend to have a tough front, and right now it was crumbling again.

Sighing heavily you let him in.

"come in" you said.

"Y/N, Listen to me please, I overreacted it was my fault I -I apologize I was hitted hard by fact that I would be unable to see you everyday in that suffocating place, I--I am really sorry and please I wasn't trying to control you, I was being selfish I--I-I--"

" will you stop now?" You asked him cutting him off, whatever anger you had disappeared the moment he expressed his heart truly but you just wanted to know one thing.

"Do you love me Minho?", You asked him you didn't understand what exact feelings he had for you, was it love, or desire to be love, or just a simple fuck. Minho's face full of confusion, you caught him off-guard. But he answered confidently no ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"I love you, I love you so much" His voice so sincere like he was practicing his wedding vows.

"Then fucking act like a normal guy in love for atleast 1 second, who the hell takes almost whole week to apologize?? Is your ego more powerful than your love, dating in office place was so damn hard for me those annoying rats comments were giving me headache and I live with you, do you forgot that??? Fucking stupid crazy ?"

You ranted , felt like the weight from your shoulders finally lifted you just wanted his genuine emotions, living peacefully without arguing like cats and dogs.

Minho was hanging his head low in guilt knowing how much damaged he has caused , that you started to doubt his love.

"I love you so much sorry please forgive me , I will try to get better", Minho said he always meant what he said. looking straight into eyes he come closer to you.

"You should have come sooner, I missed your stupid ass", you said speaking from your heart. The 5 days argument finally fucking itself.

Minho smiled at you and said," I was too afraid of lover, you know she is a whole different person when angry." Pouting like a kid, he was too irresistible for you and you were deprived from his touch,his kisses and whole him.

"You talk to much", You said and locked your lips with Minho for a desperate deep kiss, which he happily reciprocated back with equal desperation and love.

" you are the hottest girl I have ever seen" he said and pecked your lips lifting you up in his arms and going straight to your bedroom. Both of you looking at each other with so much respect love and affection. Reaching your bedroom Minho slowly put you down smiling at you and whispering "let me show you how much love I have for you", whimpering desperately at his words that sended shivers down your spine no matter how many times he had fucked you , you can't get used to his dominant persona.

Minho's hand wondering inside your hoodie and cupping your breasts as you didn't wore any bra his fingers softly pinching your buds not in a rough way. Tonight he decided to go as gentle as possible.

"Stop teasing, Minho", you moaned desperately , tugging on Minho's shirt and attempting to free his god sculpted body. One thing Minho loved the most about you , you not being shy and addressing whatsoever you felt. Minho smiled playfully at you and saying out " patience darling, I am gonna make you feel good" This man is gonna be death of me you thought .

Minho removed your hoodie and freed your upper body, cold air immediately making your buds hard again, his hand resting on your waist and one to support himself at top of you , he started kissing your neck And leaving a very small hickey as you didn't liked him marking you at visible places, you were too lazy to conceal it. Going down and cupping your right breast so tenderly your breath getting heavier at Minho's slow yet sensual ministrations, he was different from usual, definitely more soft.

But him being slow was torture to your core.

"Please", you whimpered bucking up your hips to Minho's body in response he grabbed your thighs his hands, caressing your inner thighs dangerously close to your heat, you were already wet from all the foreplay , your pussy begging to get destroyed by your lover.

Minho removed your shorts , now your slight wet panties being the only cloth on your body on the other hand Minho being Fully dressed his black shit wrinkled from your tight grip which he unbuttoned hastily after freeing your body from those useless panties throwing somewhere in room.

"because of who your pussy is soo wet , love?" He said looking straight in your eyes his fingers resting at your entrance, waiting for your answer before doing anything else. A fucking teaser.

"Because of you Min, do something please", your voice coming out much softer and desperate than you thought.

Finally giving you a big smile, Minho entered his fingers in your mouth covered in your saliva then without warning he shoved his two fingers in your hole and moving them at a extremely slow pace his touch was so powerful today even if it was different he never was a slow going man but you weren't complaining.

Minho went down to your thigh level, eyes looking straight at your pussy , without removing his fingers , he attacked your pussy with his mouth, sucking the entrance and tongue going straight inside you, fingers and the soft muscle making it difficult for you to not moan and just keep screaming his name till your lungs burn.

His nose brushing to your your clit , and fingers finally picking up pace , you can literally feel Minho's smirk whenever you called his name.

"I. ... I am close", you said followed by a high pitched moan, hearing you Minho's own cock almost bursting , he added a third finger and started sucking you more aggressively.

"I am cumin..." You felt your body on cloud nine, your high washing over you, juices flowing from you and Minho not letting them fall, till the last drop he kept eating you out and fingering, you almost crying from overstimulation.

"How was it babe? Felt good?", Minho asked you even knowing the answer that he literally made you see the stars alone with his fingers and tongue, detaching himself from your lower body and again looking at you , You got up ready to give him something in return, he loved your mouth and loved how you gagged whenever his tip touched back of your throat, your hands reached his belt but he stopped you .

"This, ain't about me babe", Minho said, resulting in you looking at him in pure frustration, giving you a sly smile as he lied you back down on bed he continued. " I mean suck me some other day, now I just wanna come inside your small pussy"

Minho have a great way of making you lose your mind completely.

He unbuckled his belt and removing his belt so slowly like he was giving you a whole strip show. After finally freeing his member from all the restrictions Minho's mouth again finding your lips as he slowly entered inside you .

"Fuck, why you always feel so good", Minho grunted heavily and started moving at a slow pace, his hand cupping your breasts and lips hungrily kissing you."you are so fucking beautiful love",He said , his voice containing pure sincerity and sensuality. The way he was rolling his hips was driving you insane, even the kiss was so sensual, his tongue inside exploring your mouth . Minho's body so close to you ,your slight bloated stomach occassionally coming in contact with his sculpted abs, he always made you feel beautiful , sexy even when days he was rough his degradation never made you felt insecure and today he was being so gentle, so soft and his praises making your throbbing heart melt. You love Minho and Minho loves you.

"Minho, please you.. you feel so damn.. good", you said in between your deep breaths and screams. Minho's lips now giving you hickeys and you didn't really wanted to stop him, his mouth felt so damn good. His pace being the same slow torture to you.

"I feel good too babe, inside you", Minho said his grunts getting more louder signalling he was close too. His hand now intervining with yours in a tight grip as if he you were his last straw to sanity.

"can I come, please?", You asked as of an habit , Minho was a hella kinky man and he had taught you so many things inside bedroom and asking for his permission before Cumming was one. He nodded at your request, something which happened once in a blue moon you were glad as wasn't edging you. His thrusts getting faster as he chased down his own high.

Leaving many screams and moans, you cummed around his cock feeling like being top of the world. " You are mine", he said before kissing your forehead and those intervened hand before empting himself inside you.

"I am yours, always yours", you replied to Minho, his forehead resting against yours both giving each other a faint and tired smile.

He scorched beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug , caressing your sweaty forehead and removing the hair that were sticking to it because of the passionate activities you both just did.

Comfortable Silence spreading inside your room. Before Minho finally spoke again.

"I am sorry, you gonna come back to our house right?" Minho apologizing again and being oblivion to the fact that you had even forget the argument. You also loved the way he referred his house to 'ours'. Those small things which he do without any intentions meant so much to you.

"Stop saying sorry It wasn't only yours alone fault too, I too overeacted, sorry" you said to him and snuggling inside his neck . He quickly reacted to the last word. Minho hated the way you thought it was your fault.

"No babe, I am sorry, don't apologize", Minho again saying sorry, Guess it was endless loop of taking the blame. You ignored his words having no energy to argue .

"well, so are we gonna have a bath, We need to go back to our home in morning", you said Minho and him being too aware of hidden meaning of your words.

"Okay babe , let's do 69 there"

Thanks for reading .

Beautiful reader.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz #lee minho #minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee know smut

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marigoldsandbuttercups · 4 years ago

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How do the fellswap gold, undertale and underfell boys annoy their brothers? Every sibling has their petty moments ;)

I went a little too far with this-

How Do They Annoy Each Other

Sans:

- Will go into Papyrus' room while he's there, looks around like he's some sort of inspector, only to push his brother down onto the bed (where he had placed a whoopee cushion prior) and book it, with his brother screaming in the background.

- Will mimic Papyrus in everything he does, all the way down to the way he speaks. He can do an insanely good impression of his brother but insteads just does the goofiest voice to annoy him instead.

- Will absolutely noogie him on the head, despite the height difference. Those shortcuts aren't left to be used for going to different places alone-

- You know that one meme, where the girl is followed by her bro playing the trumpet? That's exactly what Sans does to Papyrus whenever he hears Paps talking about him being lazy as ✨ 💕 payback 💕✨

- Also will low-key moves the objects when Papyrus is busy, but it's so subtle that Papyrus doesn't realize it until he's reaching for the marinara sauce for the sixth time in a row and he can hear Sans wheezing from the next room.

Papyrus:

- Likes to start random snowball fights and never fails to hit Sans straight in the face with one everytime. Little dude could be chilling at his sentry station and the last thing he'll hear is a distant "INCOMING" and WHACK his vision is clouded with snow.

- When Sans is being an ass, Papyrus plays the baby brother card. And by that, he will pull out the puppy eyes to have Sans do his bidding and Sans is annoyed that it works Every. Time.

- And of course, with only Sans raising him for most of his life, Papyrus is exposed to many embarrassing moments. And boy, does he like to recite the time Sans tried to goof around with some snowballs and got them stuck in his sockets because they were parts of the snowman word for word.

- Will deliberately write the most absurd stories and forces Sans to read it every time for him because Sans is his number one supporter, right? He knows what he's doing, and what's a good way to show brotherly love than to subject them to some story that doesn't even act like a story, more like an inner monologue of Papyrus and sans is concerned-

- Along with that, he also will make Sans his personal guinea pig for when he wants to try cooking something new. And oh boy, did he enjoy watching Sans eat up his ketchup and snow sundae and watch as his beloved older brother goes through the five stages of grief before telling Paps that he loves it.

Red:

- Any snarky comment that Edge has is instantly retaliated by Red. He can and will mess with his brother and make him even more annoyed when he wins the battle of wits that day.

- He's a bit of a bully. And by that, being a bully means he has absolutely no qualms about mimicking his brother when he gets on his nerves. Think of that one Spongebob meme and replace it with Red, it's Edge's worst nightmare because Red. Won't. Stop.

- He also likes to find the most cursed and obscure memes and send it to Edge with little to no explanation. You can imagine how great his annoyance was being called "Dababy" by Red for two weeks straight and being sent surprise messages that, upon opening it is that stupid, starsforsaken image!

- Though, they do have.... Brotherly wrestling to get all that anger out of their system. And when this happens, Red likes to do a wet willy and boy, he always sticks a mean one into Edges ear every damn time. Edge does try to prepare for this when they fight, but that bastard seems to have his ways. F in the chat for Edge-

- Red also likes to do that thing where, on occasion, he just flips off Edge for no reason at all with a "ya stink". Cue one angry skeleton and one that can teleport who, upon dodging everytime, says "Ya stanky ass" and proceeds to piss Edge off even more.

Edge:

- While he won't do this in public for obvious reasons, he will pick up Red and make fun of him for his height when man's just minding his own short business- it works everytime-

- Also has a huge amount of prime blackmail material just to bully Red into silence when he's being an ass. Just a casual mention of peeps (yes, the candy thing) and Red goes silent with an angry glare.

- While he doesn't pull dirty tricks like Red does, Edge will tug on the shorter monsters clothes if he was being rather annoying that day. It is the norm for them to roughhouse often so don't be surprised when one of them suddenly shoves the other and snickers loudly to rub it in their faces.

- Also has a tendency to noogie Red just for the sake of it.... Well, somewhat. He's gotten past the days of throwing monsters and people alike out the window. Usually, the noogies are what would prompt the wrestling matches cause Red can't let this slide by-

- Also, this is only when he's feeling ✨extra annoying ✨, he will send one of the hounds to hang out with Red. Hanging out is used very lightly when he throws a bone at the conveniently placed sentry station, almost always getting it into Reds clothes. Ah yes, watching the look of terror on his face as the massive hound rushes through the snow is delectable.

Wine:

- Can and will cry whenever Coffee is about to do something. He's usually Coffees biggest hypeman but stars, he can't help but embarrass his sweet baby brother as well and knows full well that the younger skeleton will take revenge on him-

- That one meme with the Kardashians and the mom going "You're doing great, sweetie"? That's Wine to a T, and he will do this sometimes ironically even when Coffee is eating or doing something with the other skeletons just to tease him and the rest of them.

- Oh, and if Coffee has a fit and talks back? Cue the dramatics as Wine falls to the ground, sobbing like he was in a telenovela and his rent was due tomorrow so he's doing his best. Holds a hand up to the sky, pulls it back and let's out a small, broken sigh. This is a weekly occurrence--

- If Coffee was being a butt that day, Wine would also bring out the baby pictures, saying that he could not believe this young skeleton would do him "so dirty" like this, and the way he says it makes Coffee cringe so bad like no pls stop-

- On top of that, he really, really likes misusing current slangs. If he hears Coffee using any of them within a five mile radius, you bet he's misusing the shit out of it for the next week or so just to mess with him.

Coffee:

- If Wine was being a bit too... Enthusiastic that day, Coffee is definitely hiding some of Wines things. And the man is incredibly good at stashing away things.

- Since he's the baby of the house, Wine, in a way, is not his only older brother anymore. And Coffee knows this irks Wine more than he'd like to admit. And it especially gets him when Coffee goes to Red for some brotherly bonding.

- If Wine or really, any of the more affectionate skeletons go in for a hug, they're gonna be greeted with a gross raspberry and trust me, they hate it so much-

- He also likes to trolls his brother with the ever sophisticated "jebaited". It occurs at random moments when Wine gets a text, thinking Coffee is going to be nice to him only to see that, cue a very frustrated screech.

- If Wine had been a little overbearing, Coffee will come home and head for his brothers bed first, sparing nothing, not even the pillows as he rolls around in them. This is because Wine is a bit of a neat freak and doesn't like it when people lay in his bed before changing their clothes. Oh, Coffee is already in glee at just hearing the tired sigh in his brothers voice.

#I had too much fun with this-#sans #papyrus #undertale #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #fellswap #fellswap sans #fellswap papyrus #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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obx-writings · 4 years ago

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Enough is Enough

Gif from @rudypankows

AN: Hi! Here it finally is! This took me a long ass time to make and I've never written smut before so idk how it is but it was definitely fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: You and JJ have been pining over each other for years now, constantly hurting each other without knowing. Your friends can’t stand by any longer and decide it’s time to interfere.

Warnings: SMUT!! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys) I think that’s it honestly

WC: 4.1k oof

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It had started as a game. An unspoken game of who could break who first. You and JJ had known each other for years, the feelings between you two and the subsequent sexual tension between you rising with every passing glance, every hug, every lingering kiss to the cheek. The game however, was between John B and Kie. Which one of them could get their respective best friends to admit it first. They’d wagered a decent chunk of cash on it, Pope constantly rolling his eyes at the two for meddling. “It’s not our job to push them, they’ll get there on their own.” He’d say, but they’d just shake their heads and laugh.

Kie’s argument was that she was done watching you pine over JJ for years, your heart shattering every time he’d bring a new girl home to the Chateau, for you to listen to while he wished it were you under him. She was done with watching JJ sulk, drinking away his feelings so much he’d pick up a Touron that always had some semblance of you in them; They’d wear your signature color, they’d use a similar shampoo, or JJ’s personal favorite, they’d drink the same cherry flavored liquor at the boneyard. Kissing them always tasted like how he’d imagine you did. And John B? Well he was sick and tired of listening to JJ fuck some tourist, only to kick them out the next day, slam the door to his room, and cry.

At this point, John B and Kiara had decided that enough was enough. Their usual jealousy attempts to try and get one of you to admit it only resulted in one of you starting a fight and then not admitting as to why you were mad. John B decided he was just going to tell you what was going on, even if it meant that JJ would kill him. He had watched the two of you suffer in silence long enough.

You two were breaking each other by holding onto your feelings as long as you had, and they decided enough was enough. Which leads you to tonight. You had no idea that Kie and John B had this bet going, and you had no clue that JJ felt the same way. You washed your sorrows down with that cherry flavored liquor JJ longed to taste on your tongue so much. Kie had dressed you in her clothing, saying “You deserve to feel like an expensive bitch every once in a while!” Which made you laugh. JJ was chatting up some girl in the corner, and everytime you looked over, you felt your eyes burn with tears that refused to leave. Respectively, every time JJ looked your way, watching you dance around, sweaty and care free and absolutely beautiful, his heart panged, aching to be the one grabbing your waist, pulling you back into him, whispering the things in your ear he dreamed of doing to you when you two left. It was killing him.

As if almost on cue, John B and Kie looked at each other, determined for this plan to work. Pope took notice of this and rolled his eyes.

“You’re crazy if you think this will work.” He laughed. “You’re last six attempts all tanked bro, just give it up. They’re both too fucking stubborn.”

“Pope, they’re killing each other. It’s getting painful to watch.” Kie stated, taking a sip.

“Hey, it’s your guy’s funeral when JJ goes insane and punches you.” He pointed a finger at John B. John B just shrugged and stood up, setting his cup down in the sand, he walked over to where you were dancing with some guy who obviously was a Touron considering his Outerbanks t-shirt and bad sunburn.

“Mind if I cut in with the lady?” He asked, sending you a wink. You laughed and took his outstretched hand, not giving a second thought about the boy behind you. Dancing with John B always made you feel the happiest at parties. He knew how to make you laugh, never judged your horrid dance skills, and most importantly, he took your mind off of a certain blonde haired boy. You never looked at John B as more than just your best friend, your brother. He was there for you through everything, and you for him as well, which is why it surprised you when tonight he turned you around, his chest pressed to your back. He pulled you close, dancing against you. He leaned down and whispered in your ears.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, and know that I hate that I’m the one who’s saying it to you.” You felt a rush of anxiety wash over you. Was this where he tells you he knows you like JJ, and he doesn’t feel the same? Is he going to admit to something that you don’t reciprocate? Your mind wandered, worry radiating off of you. You nodded, and waited for your heart to break.

JJ, sitting on the other side of the beach, took notice of this. He watched as his best friend walked over to the girl he loved, sweeping her off her feet as he pulled her to dance with him. He watched as John B spun you around, grinding against you. He balled his fists and his jaw clenched. He watched as John B leaned down to whisper in your ear. What could he have possibly said that made your face red. That should be him. That should be him holding you, dancing with you, making you smile, blush, giggle, scream, all of it. He noticed when you nodded, his mind wandering. What had you agreed to? Were you about to hook up with his best friend. His best friend that he never told his feelings about. Did he deserve to be this upset at John B? JJ never told a single soul his feelings for you, thinking if only he knew, it would just go away. He didn’t blame John B for wanting you. Your carefree spirit, your infectious laugh, the way you care so deeply for others around you. He noticed when John B said something, and your beautiful eyes met his in an instant. He noticed that John B was still talking, but your eyes were glazed over, focusing on JJ’s, not paying attention to what he was saying. He noticed when you left John B’s grasp, shaking your head, tears threatening to spill over. He noticed when you backed away, turning and walking quickly up to the Chateau. He never stood up so quickly. He walked over to John B, his voice strained, slightly raised.

“What the fuck just happened, bro?” JJ asked. Kie and Pope watched the scene unfold, walking over to join their friends. “What was that.”

“I told her bro, I told her everything.” John B stated, treading carefully with his words so as to not provoke his already ansty friend.

“What exactly is everything.” JJ stated through gritted teeth.

“You know, J.” JJ went to raise a fist, not sure if he was angry at John B for telling you, or angry at himself that he couldn’t. John B grabbed his arm, pushing his back.

“You were never going to tell her, and I was so sick of listening to her cry every goddamn night over something that wasn’t even true. So go, tell her yourself. Fill in the gaps, go and get the girl, for once JJ.” John B was staring at JJ so intently, his hands bunched in the collar of JJ’s shirt. His words were harsh, and they hit JJ like a truck. Did this mean maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him? How could he have been so stupid to parade a string of women in front of you. JJ looked at John B, nodding, and pulling his hands off him. He looked over at Kie, who sent him a sympathetic smile. Turning on his heels, he walked up to the Chateau.

The sand under his feet shifted with every step, his heart pounding beneath his chest. What if you really didn’t feel the same? What if you were utterly repulsed by the idea of him seeing you the way he did. His thoughts raced as he pulled open the old wooden door. There you were, sitting on the couch, your head in your hands, gripping the strands of your hair tightly. The creak of the door surprised you, and you lifted your head to be met with the most beautiful shade of blue staring back at you.

“Y/N, I…” JJ started, but you held your hand up, signaling for him to stop. You stood up slowly, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen, running a hand through your hair.

“I just wanna know why. Why would you bring your parade of Touron sluts through the door, practically throwing them in my face. All I did was lay on this couch and cry my eyes out as I listened to you fuck the shit out of someone I wished was me? God! Why didn’t you just tell me?” You practically screamed. All the pent up anger had been released, and you were left with your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. You watched as his face went from guilty, to angry within a few seconds.

“You didn’t say anything either, Y/N! You don’t get to pin it all on me! How was I supposed to know someone like you would ever go for trailer trash that is JJ fucking Maybank?” The veins in his neck were bulging out, his eyes ablaze, until they softened watching the realization cross your face at his words. “Look…” His hand came up to his face, rubbing his eyes to try and stop the tears from leaking out. “I never, in a million years thought that you would go for me, so I pushed the feelings down, drawing them in women I wished were you, and crying myself to sleep after. I fucking hate myself for it.” He was tugging on his hair at this point, walking over to the counter in the kitchen and placing his palms on the surface, his jaw clenched. His back was to you, and you walked over to him, placing a hand on his back.

“Hey, J, look at me, please.” You pleaded, and after a moment, he turned around to face you. The air between you was limited, and thick with the tension between you two. You were both heated, buzzing from the booze and weed, and high off of the mutual knowledge that both of your feelings were reciprocated. “I...look, I don’t care about what’s happened in the past. If I keep thinking about it, it’ll just mess up everything, and I have you now. And I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” Your hand came up to cup his cheek, his face nuzzling into the warmth of your palm. He looked at you, searching your eyes for any trace of regret for the words that just passed your lips. All he found was love, and adoration. His rough hands came up to both sides of your face, behind your neck, pulling you in.

“God, I fucking love you too.” He muttered, before his lips crashed onto yours. After a brief second of “Holy shit, JJ is in love with me too, wait, JJ is literally kissing me.” you began to feverishly kiss back. The hand that was cupping his face went behind his head to thread through his hair, tugging slightly. The action caused him to gasp slightly, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He growled slightly against your mouth, one hand staying in your hair while the other went to your hips, spinning you around so you were pressed against the counter. He bit your lip before trailing his lips down your neck, leaving hot wet kisses on the soft skin. You breathed out a few moans, feeling his arousal press against your stomach. He brought his lips up to your ear.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” His breath was hot in your ear, and he attached his lips back to yours a second later. He trailed his hands down your back, under your butt to your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter, stepping in between your open legs, pulling your waist towards him.

“I love you too, J. So fucking much.” You mumbled against his lips, your words getting lost in his mouth, his tongue teasing yours. His hands at your waist began to play with the hem of your tank top, signaling he wished to take it off. You pushed his shoulders back slightly, gripping your shirt from the bottom and lifting it over your head. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, clad in a simple dark blue bra. You smiled at his reaction and pulled his head back to yours, kissing him greedily. You began to pull at the hem of his top as well, beginning to strip it off, your lips only leaving his for the brief second the shirt passed over his head. Your hands trailed down his abs, your nails scratching at the skin. You felt his breathing hitch at the feeling, and he groaned into your mouth. You started trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, biting every so often. When you got to the spot under his jaw, he moaned, and you stayed there, sucking harshly at the skin. The grip on your waist tightened, and you felt the prominent bulge of him through his pants against you again.

“God, Y/N. I need you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts.” He spoke through closed teeth, you could practically hear them grinding together. His breath was heavy and uneven, and you could tell how bad he wanted you.

“Then take me, J. It’s been too fucking long. Take me and make me yours.” He wasted no time at your words, beginning to unbutton the front of your jean shorts, his fingers fumbling slightly. Before you could even think, he lifted you up slightly, pulling them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. He began unbuttoning his own shorts, never breaking his kiss with you, letting them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hands went around your back, unclasping your bra, pulling away slightly to remove it from your body. His eyes gazed hungrily at the new exposed skin of your breasts, you chest rising and falling with the intensity of his gaze. He pulled his hand around to the front of you, grazing your nipple slightly, watching as you let out a slight moan, lost in the pleasure. He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to the other one as his tongue and figures worked in harmony to cause sparks of pleasure in your lower belly.

“God, J….feels so good.” You breathed out, lost in the moment. You felt his mouth smirk against you, before he began leaving wet kisses down your stomach, lowering himself onto his knees between your legs. His hands went to your waist, gripping your hips as he pulled you forcefully forward to the edge of the counter, hooking his fingers in your panties at the same time. He slowly pulled them off of you, teasing you with light kisses to your inner thighs. Your hand reached down and threaded into his golden hair, desperate to hold onto something. He looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“I want to taste you...I’ve wanted to taste you for years, please baby, let me.” His eyes were pleading, and his voice begging. You couldn’t resist how sexy he looked at that moment, between your legs, begging to eat you out.

“Please J, yes…” That was all the encouragement he needed, as his mouth lurched forward, his tongue instantly finding your clit. You gripped his hair harder, letting out a loud moan at the sudden sensation. It fueled him further, as he began trailing his hand from your thigh to your opening, slowly sliding a finger inside you.

“You’re so tight, so wet for me baby...tell me it’s for me…” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“For you, JJ, all for you…” Your eyes rolled back at the sight of his before you, messy hair, flushed cheeks, his tongue drawing lazy figure eights on your clit and his finger pumping in and out of you. He smiled at your words, adding a second finger and pumping even faster. He began to curl them each time they entered you, hitting a spot inside of you you didn’t even know existed. Moans left your mouth without warning, and you could feel that familiar tingle in the pit of your stomach.

“J…’m close…” You breathed out, your voice raspy and loose from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulled away for only a moment to speak.

“Fall apart for me, Y/N” He dove right back, working your clit with his tongue. His words were enough to push you over the edge, your head falling back, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You knew JJ was skilled in bed, hell you heard it almost every night, but you had no idea he was this talented at all. Your entire body was buzzing, you didn’t even register him pulling away or standing up until his mouth was on your again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The unfamiliar tang of sweetness was odd, but it gave you another surge of tightness in your body, and you wanted him all over again. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck, tugging at the strands at the base of his head, slightly damp from the activities you two were taking part in. Your other hand reached down to begin palming him through his boxers. You weren’t shocked at the size. You had seen him changing enough times to know that JJ Maybank was indeed packing down there, and your body tingled with excitement. He let out a pained groan into your mouth, making quick work to rid himself of his boxer briefs, leaving you both naked to the steamy air. Your hand made its way to his length, stroking him a few times before he forcefully grabbed your wrist, biting his lip.

“You keep doing that, Princess, and this will be over very...very quickly.” His breath was ragged and his voice rough, you could tell he was on edge. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand back up to cup your cheek to kiss you sweetly. He pulled away, looking you deep in the eyes. “You sure, baby?” His eyes were looking for any sense of doubt or disdain with the situation, but all he found was adoration.

“Please...please J, I need you…” Those words were all he needed, because the second you spoke, he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other to guide himself into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being connected with each other. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, hooking his hand under your knee to bring your legs more around his waist, and began thrusting slowly. Your body was on fire, every movement felt like the most pleasurable feeling you have ever experienced. His hot breath was on your neck, and you were hyper aware of everything that was him; the taste of his tongue, the smell of his cologne lingering on his skin, the roughness of the calluses on his fingertips, the softness of his hair, the love pouring from his blue irises. You were completely encapsulated by everything that was JJ Maybank.

“God, baby..feel so good, you’re so good.” His moaning was the sexiest sound you had ever heard, and you knew you’d never get enough of it.

“JJ!” You gasped, feeling him hit that spot inside you again, tightening around him. His grip on your hips tightened, bruising the skin.

“Shit, do that again baby.” You did, and a string of curses left his mouth. “I don’t know how long I can last baby...I’ve waited too long...you feel too good.” You could tell by the strain in his voice he was holding back his high, trying to stick it out for you. You shushed him, petting his hair and kissing his neck.

“Let go baby, come for me, I want to watch you.” You whispered in his ear, and his head tipped forward onto your shoulder as his groan at your words echoed through the empty house. “Look at me, J. Look me in the eyes when you come inside me baby.” He lifted his head, and the second he made eye contact with you, he was done for. He released into you without a second though, riding out his high for as long as he could before his body was shuddering at the stimulation. His lip was cut slightly from how hard he had been biting it, and his pupils were blown wide from the pleasure. You grabbed his face, kissing him sweetly. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry I waited this long to tell you.” His words brought a calm wave over you, making you smile.

“I love you too, J. So much. And I don’t know exactly how this works, friends to more or whatever, but I know that I never want to not be able to kiss you again.” He giggled at your words, kissing you again. You were both so lost in each other, you almost didn’t notice the distant voices approaching. The rest of the Pogues were coming up to make sure you two didn’t kill each other. As soon as you heard Pope’s voice, you pushed JJ away, looking frantically for your scattered clothes. JJ hissed as he quickly pulled out of you, finding his boxer briefs and shorts quickly. You hopped off of the counter, pulling your shirt on frantically, and finding your shorts, sliding them over your legs and buttoning them quickly before the door loudly swung open.

“See, I told you they were fine.” Kie said, pointing in your direction. “Now can we leave them to sort their shit out.” She sounded annoyed that the boys had dragged her up here. John B and Pope were too busy assessing the situation in front of them to acknowledge her words. Both of you had wild, messy hair, flushed faces, and were standing at an awkward length from each other. John B noticed your bikini top sitting on the kitchen counter, your bottoms on the floor underneath it. He smirked, as Pope stared with wide eyes.

“Looks like they already figured it out.” His smug expression made your face flush even more so, not being able to look at anyone.

“You guys didn’t….on the freaking counter?!” Pope shook his head in disgust while JJ just smirked your direction.

“Wait you too...Oh my god! Finally!” Kie screamed with excitement. You laughed at her outburst, happy your friends didn’t seem to mind.

“I mean seriously, Y/N, next time you wanna hide it, maybe don’t leave your bikini sitting out...or put your shirt on backwards.” He smirked as you looked down confused, laughing at yourself. You had been in such a rush you hadn’t even noticed.

“Well, now that you guys are finally not pining anymore, can we get back to the party?” Kie said, laughing at you and your backwards shirt.

“I’m down, I’d love to show you off as my girl, babe.” JJ smirked again, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, making you blush further. You nodded as the five of you made your way back to the boneyard.

“Okay, but like, try and keep the macking in front of us to a minimum.” Pope said, looking at JJ, still scarred from almost walking in on you two going at it.

“No promises, man.” He laughed, turning his head to face you, leaning in to whisper just so you could hear him this time. “Now that I finally got you, no fucking promises at all.” You smiled up at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You finally had JJ Maybank.

@heywards since you asked me to tag you bb hehe

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Dying In The Batboys Arms

reqs: "do you write dark stuff like the boys reaction to the reader dying??? i love your blog btw!" & "Hi could I get some a n g s t"

sooo i'm terrible at angst or anything involving sadness because i ~fall apart~ and give up but for you two i tried my best haha and went for a HC cuz it's easier right? anyways hope you enjoy i cried like twice while writing this but i'm a weak bitch so i had to end them all decently to sleep alright tonight oops

Damian Wayne:

- damian would never let you die, so this would have to be you fulfilling some kind of deal or something unavoidable like yeeting into the speed force or something

- rushing to his embrace one last time and throwing your arms around him

- feeling him shake in your embrace as he whispers "please don't go beloved" and "ill never forget you" reducing you to tears as well

- your last kiss is salty and desprate, like he's trying to remember every moment, every feeling of you

- telling him it's not his fault and that he'll need to move on, but he's too busy promising to find you and save you even if there truly is no hope

- when you leave his eyes are the last thing you see, they were always your favorite and after years of looking at them it felt fitting they'd be the last earthly thing you saw

- as soon as you're gone damian isn't leaving the spot for weeks

- he's basically camped out, hair grown out, cheeks permanently stained as everytime he thinks of you he's crying again- making up for all the tears he held in his whole life

- jon is the only person he'll speak to, and even in that his words are softer than they'd ever been, damian would be to broken to hold his regular facade

- eventually jon coaxes him to return, seeing your belongings unmoved for months

- he'd almost undeniably quit robin, taking up a nickname you called him or wearing a suit in your favorite color, his only driving force after losing you will be the hope you had in him, he tells himself that even in death you're still watching over him forever... it may bit be true but it's the only thing that gives him a reason to keep living and not try to join you

Tim Drake:

- coughing up blood you'd search frantically for tim until he was at your side, crying uncontrollably as he tried to push away your hair matted with blood

- "hey timbers i don't think i'm gonna make it outta this one" you whispered, your hand reaching up to caress tim's cheek, wiping away the tears

- "no, stay with me help is coming i'm right here!" he'd scream spamming the 911 button on his suit as you shook your head "i might be dying but i'm not stupid" his eyes softened at the light smile that traced the lips he loved to kiss

- pulling him down to whisper everything you needed to say all he'd be able to get out it "i can't keep going if you leave me"

- squeezing his hand with every last ounce of strength you reminded him "it's not goodbye timmy it's a see you later, right?" with a soft nod he looked at you, eyes still brimming with tears

- "i've always been so proud of you timbers, don't stop now. see you later okay? i love you" the last words were strangled, but you had to give him something to hang on to as you let go, fading into the pain

- "see you soon y/n l/n ill love you always" were the last words to grace your ears, fading into a dull white noise as you slipped into peaceful bliss, tim's fsvorite soft smile permanent on your lips

- his family found him clutching your limp body, rocking back and forth promising to make you proud, repeated pushing your hair behind your ears because he knows you hate having hair fall in your face

- the strangled noises leaving his families throats as they realized what happened didn't help, neither did dick falling to the ground next to him, and steph bawling into jason's chest. duke had softly grabbed damians hand, both staring at the sky praying to whom ever was listening while bruce pulled tim up and into an embrace

- carefully the family left, one member- and a huge piece of their heart missing. broken at the scene.

- tim threw himself into work, determined to make you proud- but his family would catch him sitting in front of the small, supposedly secret, shrine he'd made in his closet for you, if damian presses his ear to his closet wall he could hear tim softly telling you about his day and what he did that would make you laugh

- months later he seemed calmer, no one could figure it out until dick took the time to ask. tim didn't say much but he held up his left hand ring finger and in a writing dick hadn't seen in months, the perfectly messy scribbles tattooed on his hand said "see you later timmy"

Jason Todd:

- seeing you minutes from death would send jason into shock, unable to move other than sinking to his knees next to you as you groaned with pain

- "at least hold me while a go jaybird" you mumbled through the blood trying to fill your throat. quickly he'd wrap his arms around you

- jason's embrace was comforting as always, you tried to memorize the way the scars landed on your abdomen and his calloused hands tentatively held you like you could break at any wrong move- i guess he was right this time

- "just hold on babe" jason was never good with words was he? with the last ounces of strength you cupped his cheek, bringing his head down to yours "stop talking and kiss me one last time" you whispered

- jason's hands fell to their usual position, one keeping you upright by holding your lower back, his rough hands creating perfect friction with your smooth skin, his other secured to the back of your head, lightly tugging on loose strands of your hair, it was like a puzzle piece fitting together, you melded perfectly to his lips

- the kiss was slow and loving, taking a moment you deepened it just to burn the memory of his passion into your brain before returning back to his loving and slow kisses

- you realized you were crying into the kiss when his rough finger swiped away tears, his lips never leaving yours

- pulling apart to breath and cough jason clung to you "please hold on please" you gave him a sad smile "it's okay jaybird i'm last where the pain hurts that means it's coming soon" you whispered, your hand still on his cheek, feeling the light stubble you always thought was so sexy

- "i love you jason todd, but i've never lied to you and i'm not starting now, this is goodbye babe" you told him bluntly, his face contorting as he pulled you back into his chest "no no no no" were the only words he could think of "i love you jay, it's okay baby" you pulled his lips back to yours until you felt the pain incoming

- "i don't think i've got much longer. hold me?" you looked up to jason who was pushing away tears

- "always" he replied, clutching you to his heaving chest as you snuggled into his embrace, you were sad this would be the last time you got to feel his heartbeat and chest rise and fall, you loved the feeling and knew you'd never forget it, even in death

- "y/n? babe? no" jason realized you were gone, and he lost it, screaming at the universe for taking the one good thing, crying like he promised he'd never, and punching almost everything within a 5 foot range

- his family found him bloody and broken, clutching your lifeless body as he tried to wrap him mind around what happened, he might never get better, the memory of your loss burned too deep and scarred too hard, but if he truly understood your love for him he'd use that love he had for you to drive it towards good, fighting for whatever you believed in most as an homage to you, hoping that when he next saw you he'd get to remember the feeling of you throwing your arms around him like you always did when he did something you were proud of, that desire was the only thing keeping him going

Dick Grayson:

- imagine an impending death with dick grayson, maybe it's a medical diagnosis and hope has run out, or a known death date, whatever it maybe- i think only dick would be a character strong enough to stay by your side through it all

- when it just became too hard to go on you and dock both knew what was coming

- he took weeks off nightwing duties, traveling the world and falling deeper in love, eloping somewhere deep in europe to solidify your love eternally no matter where either of you were

- the day it was finally time you were wrapped up in his clothes, your favorite hoodie and sweatpants that smelled of the warm vanilla toasted marshmallow smell you fell in love with

- you'd catch dick swiping away rogue tears all day, trying to make the most of your time together

- as the final hour ticked down you both let everything off your chests, not that there was really anything left

- nestling himself one the crook of your shoulder you inhaled the warm comfortable scent, willing yourself to never forget it when he whispered "i'm not ready to let you go yet" and it broke the both of you, sobbing into each other's shoulders as time stopped

- feeling death begin creeping in you were curled up in dick's embracing, having said your goodbyes to loved ones, damian especially heart broken he was clutching one of your sweatshirts, one day he'd grow out of it but you assumed by then he'd be over the loss

- "does- do you hurt?" dick asked softly as you soaked in his embrace, feeling his tears roll down your touching cheeks

- "it's not scary when you're here dickie" you whispered, pulling his lips in for one last kiss, as you began drifting away you shifted to rest on his collar bone, inhaling the vanilla scent that had been your rock for years, you were glad it would be the last thing you remembered, the best sendoff you could ask for

- dick watched you exhale your last breath peacefully, part of him was glad your pain was over, but that didn't stop the sobs from escaping

- damian crept in, still clinging to your sweatshirt, hopping up into dick's lap, nestled between you and dick, he'd only done it a couple times but he needed it almost as much as dick this time

- and the two held you together, more family members came and went but damian and dick held your vigil, together they helped each other get up and live, falling into a routine of sitting in the same position, your sweatshirt held in their lap, occasionally they'd raise it and take a trip down memory lane with your familiar smell still lingering on the sweatshirt, and that was all they had of you, but now they had each other. and that would have to do until they saw you again

#tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batboys #batfam #batfam headcanons #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #dc angst #tim drake angst #damian wayne angst #jason todd angst #dick grayson angst #dc fluff #batfamily

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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HOLD ME

Alexander “Tig” Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: about suicide and drugs. Angst.

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Your phone rings in the middle of the night, palming the nightstand sleepy to hook off the call.

“He—Hey, my sunshine…”

Pulling it somewhat away, you check the hour.

“Good god, Alexander… It's four”.

“Yeah, I'm so—sorry. I just wanna hear yo—your voice”.

“Are you drunk?” Rolling over the bed you used to share with him, you rub your eyes with two fingers leaving a heavy snort on air.

“More or less”. Chuckles by the other side of the speaker.

“I'm gonna han—”

“No! Listen, lis—listen… Listen, how was your day?”

“Alexander, I'm tired. And I was sleeping”.

“I kno—I know. I'm sorry, baby”.

Everytime he calls you by that pet-name gives you chills. You still in love with him, after almost seven years with that man and all its ups and downs. It's been six months since he fucked up what you had together and it's the first time he calls you, even if you have seen him before at Teller-Morrow, sometimes, when Jax had needed you.

“I'm sorry f—for everything I've done to you”.

Your heart is racing so fast that you're starting to think it's going to jump off of your chest.

“I hurt you and you didn' des—deserve it. You're the love of my life. I'll alw—always love you and I want yo—you to remember it, okay?”

That sounds bad. That sounds pretty bad. Sitting up on the bed and turning the light on to take away the sheets, you place your feet on the floor walking close to the chair where your clothes are.

“Hey, Tiggy, listen. You've revealed me, uh?” You're trying to keep calm, because you have never heard him talk like that. “Where are you? I've actually had a ba—”.

“Shh… It's ok—okay, baby. Don't worry”. Hearing some coughs while you're wearing a pair of jeans, supporting the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you try to find the keys of your car. “I just ho—hope that you can find som—someone who loves you as I do… But never hurt y—you as I did”.

“Tiggy, come home”.

“Go back to sl—sleep, everything is go—gonna be okay”.

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up the call. You try to call him again but the phone is off. Running to your car, you type Jax's number by heart impatiently, turning on the engine.

“What's up, (Y/N)?”

“Is Tig there?”

“No”. He just say.

“Did you fight?”

Silence. Nothing. No words.

“He called me. Drunk. Telling me… things that sounded really bad, Jax. We need to find him”.

You can hear a snort.

“I beg you, Jax. Help me to find Tig”.

“Check the cabin, Chibs and me are on our way to his house. Call me back”.

Throwing the phone above the copilot seat, your press the gas as hard as you can. You're praying all you know to reach on time, before he can do something stupid. And the road looks like it's longer than never, even if you're driving over the speed limit. Lucky there's no police to stop you. A bunch of possible ideas dance in your head, which worse than the last, knowing well that Jackson should told him something about all the bad things he did. Starting by your relationship. And you were conscious that he wasn't well after leaving him. Tig just collapsed after understanding what he had done.

Car headlights illuminate the wooden facade and the black motorbike parked next to the porch. Stepping out of the car faster as you can, your legs burn running towards the door. You hit it with your palms, screaming out his name, for some long minutes. But there's no answer. The windows are covered by the curtains, disabling the view inside. Going downstairs out of the porch, you run again to the backyard, checking the other windows in case they're unlocked. Nothing. Wrapping your fist in the hoodie you're wearing, you hit the glass of the back door, hard enough to break it and slide your hand inside to open it.

“Alexander! Alexander! Tig!” You shout desperate turning all the lights on.

He's not there, but you find empty bottles of whisky lying on the carpet and some white dust scattered on the table, close to a small picture of both. Together. He's breaking your heart more painfully than six months ago.

“ALEXANDER!” You scream again running all over the cabin, going upstairs and stumbling an instant along the way.

All the doors are opened, peeking into each room till you finally find him. Your heart stops. Swallowing saliva you take a step with a hand raised to him. Tig is lying on the bed with the gun barrel pointed at his left temple.

“Tiggy… pull it down”. You whisper, trying to calm him in some way.

“No… No… Leave, baby…” He sobs loudly, shaking his head as the tears are running down his cheeks. “Leave, please…”

“I'm not leaving. Pull the gun down”. You take another step closer to him. Just two more and you can reach his feet.

“I do—don't want you to se—see me like that”. The man cries out somewhat loud. “Leave!”

“I'm not leaving, Alexander! Put the damn gun down!” You shout at him losing your mind. “Do you think this is the best way to fix it?!”

“I don' wan—wanna hurt you anymore”. Shaking his head again, he puts his gaze away from you.

“You're doin'et now”. You assure trying to breathe calm, leaning above the bed in slow motion by your knees, sitting on your heels. “I can't… live without you”.

Slow, so slow, you raise a hand straight to him.

“Give me the gun, my tiger”. You beg looking for those blue eyes you can die for.

He hesitates, finding yours in the middle of the dark, nodding somewhat gently. Looks like an eternity, an agonic one, watching him moving his hand close to yours till the cold steel touches your palm. You hold the heavy gun, locking it and throwing it to somewhere over the floor. His crying becomes louder and more bitter, as you crawl the mattress next to the Son'. By a side, you hold his neck wrapping it with your arms and forcing his head to rest on your chest. The mental breakdown that it's hitting his whole tensed body opress your breath, feeling him trembling under your grip.

“I'm so sorry, baby… I'm so sorry”. Tig bewails licking his chapped lips holding on the arm it's surrounding his throat.

You know he needs to treat himself about his alcohol addiction. That's the shit that always gets him in trouble. The same shit that fucked up what you built together through the years. Kissing dearly his head, you pull him closer, with the same pain that it's squeezing his heart like yours.

“Lemme take you to the shower”. Using a soft tone of voice, you get up from the bed with extreme care tangling your fingers with the longest.

He nods again, trying to put on his feet and supporting half of his weight on you. Placing an arm on your shoulders, you walk step by step, slow, to the bathroom some meters away from the main room. Turning on the light and sitting him down on the toilet, you begin to undress him starting by the sweaty shirt smelling like whisky. Continuing by his boots as Tig rests his back on the marble wall, you pull them by a side to unzip his jeans. So, when he's already naked, you help him to sit inside the bathtub using the cold water to wet his body. The man curls his knees against the chest, surrounding it with both arms and resting his head on it. He's not crying anymore, being somewhat shocked in complete silence.

When you think it's enough, you turn off the tap leaving some soft caresses on his back and kissing his kiss again. Getting up of your knees to grab a big towel hanging on the door, putting it in your shoulder so you can help your, yet, husband to lift his heavy body up. Wrapping him into the fabric, he gets out of the bathtub sitting back on the toilet.

“Stay here, okay?” You ask him caressing his cheek, as he nods with the head down. “I'll be back in a minute”.

Walking downstairs you call Jax, enough seconds to tell him you found Tig. Not how. Not where. Not how long ago. Only that you found him. Hanging up the call, you come back to the bathroom. The man still in the same position you left him. Making him kneel in front of the toilet, you open it.

“Open your mouth”. You just say, tucking two fingers in it until you press his throat.

Sometimes you ask yourself who else could do something like that. You love him too much to let him die. It's not his time. And of course, it's not the way. After several retching, he vomits.

“Throw it all, Tiggy”. You mutter pressing a hand on his abdomen and the other, after cleaning it on your own shirt, supporting his forehead.

He coughs some times, and smells pretty bad, but you should do it. Not as if it were an obligation, but a promise you made to him, even if he didn't fulfill his. Leaving him some seconds, you put the plug locking the sink to let the cold water run and fall on it like a cascade.

“Come're”. You whisper this time, getting him up and closing the tap.

He sinks his face inside it, breathing the water enough to clean his nostrils and his throat, until he drowns a little. Drying him with another towel, looking at you sad and distraught. Turning him by his shoulders and guiding his steps back to the room, as if he was a statue, Tig having a sit on the edge of the bed lets you dress him with a clean pair of boxers.

“Lie down”. You ask him putting a hand on his chest, to make him do it. And when you're about to come back to the bathroom, he holds your wrist.

“Don' leave, please”. He begs you with a broken tone and a painful gesture because the effort.

“No more drugs, nor alcohol”. You sigh, closing your eyes for a second feeling his fingers touring your skin till he tangled them with yours.

“I'll do wha—whatever you ask me to”. Cleaning his throat as he coughs again, pushes you closer. “I don' wan—wanna lose you again”.

You sit on the bed, turning above him to rest your free palm on the other side. Leaning forward over his chest, you leave a soft kiss on the man's forehead, pulling back some black wetted curls.

“You are the on—only thing I have loved in li—life. Nobody else. Noth—Nothing else. Only you”.

“I know”. You just say, pulling yourself away to lose yourself on his ocean eyes.

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Sitting at the table and having a spoon full of Fruity Loops, you have the box in the other hand reading the clues for the crossword. It's a sunny day of a June morning and you're enjoying your free weekend in complete silence. Till the main door gets opened, followed by heavy steps crossing it. Tig appears in the kitchen with a hug smile draw on the corner of his lips. But there are no words, turning around the table and placing himself by your back. With a hand supported on the wood, the man puts somewhat like pocker red chip between the bowl and you. Looking at him a little confused and a raised eyebrow, you pull down your gaze again, taking it with two fingers.

“One year”. He just say with somekind of happiness in his voice.

He infects you that big smile on his face, sitting by your side and resting an arm on the top of your chair.

“'Am clean”. He adds then, poking the chip softly.

You can't believe a whole year passed by after that tragic night, when he almost ended up with his life. Jax told you to leave him at the clubhouse, but you knew it was the worst idea ever. So you brought him to the house you shared for seven years, hoping that it would help him to heal and redeem himself for all the wrong he did. He stayed at the closest room towards yours, being by his side. You fight with him the need he had of getting high, of getting drunk; forcing him to empty the bottles and throw the drugs inside the toilet before moving with you, to your house. And you also forced him to assist to every party SOA had. No whisky, no beer, no cocaine, no weed and no sex. Nothing for a year.

“I wanna make the right thing with you”. Tig says freeing your hands to hold them with his. “Give me a chance. A last one. No compromise. Just… think 'bout it and tell me whenever you want”.

Leaving a sigh and pulling away your eyes on nowhere, you end up nodding.

“Okay, but…”

“I'll not”. He interrupts you before you can finish the warning.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #alexander tig trager #tig trager #tig trager imagine #tig trager x reader

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walkerrenee · 3 years ago

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Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World SPOILERS under the cut:

hello, this is just a random post to document my reactions as i read the Ari and Dante sequel, it's not going to be interesting just me screaming mostly but i might spoil something so beware.

start time: 1:55pm (pacific time) 10/13/21

1:56 pm - i've read the first page and am already crying, this is going fantastic

1:57pm - "i'm already home. i'm with you"

no🤍

1:59 pm - "i love the rain more than anything." "i know. i want to be the rain." "you are the rain, Dante."

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

2:29pm - i have a feeling i'm going to be crying everytime a character is crying

2:34pm - hahahhahaha not religion i haven't worked through my religious trauma yet help

3:02pm - sometimes i relate so much to Ari it feels like someone crawled into my brain to extract my deepest thoughts

4:02pm - they way they have to pretend to kiss makes me want to fling myself off a cliff (:

4:14pm - A POEM SHUT UP

5:40 pm - I WANT TO KEEP READING BUT IM FALLING ASLEEP

6:07pm - UPDATE i've obtained caffeine and ordered Dominoes we're back in business I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK ASAP

6:21 pm - someone be my very own dante quintana please im emo

6:39pm - they just met emma and i'm bawling so of course my dominoes driver pulls up at this exact moment

8:11pm - ok i'm really slacking on reading, i keep crying and i feel like something not very great is gonna happen and i'm scared i'm not mentally stable enough for all this

8:18pm - idk if dante calling ari "aristotle quintana" was just a typo or not but i loved it lmao (also if it is a typo it's the 2nd one i've noticed smh they should have hired me to proofread)

8:21pm - "i used to think that she wanted me to be someone else. but it wasn't her who wanted me to be someone else—it was me"

OKAY NO NEED TO CALL ME OUT WTF

8:25pm - NO I DONT LIKE HOW THEYRE TALKING ABOUT ARI'S DAD AND FUNERALS NOPE THIS BETTER NOT BE SOME SICK TWISTED FORESHADOWING I SWEAR TO GOD

8:43pm - "if we're lucky. if we're very lucky, the universe will send us the people we need to survive"

riGHT i had to take a break to sob my eyes out at this part <3

9:57pm - i have only just officially made it halfway through the book, too much crying not enough reading

10:49pm - ok i took a break to paint my nails but i'm officially back on my bullshit pt.2 let's go

10:55pm - "to imagine a future for ari and dante was a fantasy. i did't want to live my life in a fantasy. the world i wanted to live in didn't exist. and i was struggling to love the world i did live in. i wondered if i was strong enough or good enough to love a world that hates me."

IM 3 PAGES INTO THE SECOND HALF AND ONCE AGAIN SOBBING

11:11pm - "but, for me, to love was one thing. to let yourself be loved, well, that was the most difficult thing of all."

HAHAskfsjutdbgsardzrizurzufxbigstk

11:58 pm - "i wondered why people felt they could speak for god."

i have no words tbh

12:07am - he's really going to kill Jaime off isn't he? I CANT STAND THIS FUCK OFF HASNT THIS FAMILY BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH I DONT CARE IF THIS IS HOW REAL LIFE IS IT SUCKS AND IM GOING TO CRY AND I HATE CRYING

12:18am - i mean i already knew bernardo was a piece of shit but god (also i'm glad the topic of the victim being transgender was handled better in this book, by ari mostly obviously. i hated how it was addressed and brushed aside in the first book.)

12:31am - alright i have work in the morning so i should probably sleep, i ended on dante saying the new year was going to be their best one ever so obviously in book language that means shit's about to hit the fan so i'll let future me suffer with that tomorrow (:

DAY 2

12:25pm - i am currently at work waiting for laundry to dry so i am ready for round 2

12:29pm - NO WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU CANT JUST START THE CHAPTER ABOUT HOW HAPPY ARI IS AND HOW HIS MOM AND DAD LOVE NEW YEARS AND THEN FUCKING KILL HIS DAD IN THE SAME CHAPTER FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

12:43pm - i hate it here i hate everything i haven't cried this hard in years whyyyyyyyg

2:30pm - WAIT A SECOND did he change ari's sisters names in the sequel? i literally just realized, i'm pretty sure he did, i dont have the first book by me atm but i'm almost positive. who tf let this get published like that im screaming

4:35pm - FUCK YOU DANTE I'LL KICK YOUR ASS I SWEAR TO GOD

4:43 pm- "he's not just some boy, mom. he's dante quintana."

SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE I'VE BEEN WOUNDED

5:02 pm - "i was going to ask you to marry me. but they won't let us do that. so i thought maybe it was best just to skip the wedding and get straight to the honeymoon." "have you decided where you'd take me?" "yes, i thought i'd take you to paris. we'll spend our time writing our names on the map of the city of love."

that's it. IVE FINISHED IT. and i'm crying and i loved it and i hated it and ari and dante grow old together in love and no one will convince me otherwise or take that away from me thank you very much. now i will live in a purgatory of numbness for the next week while i try and process this

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xhaotixaesthetica · 5 years ago

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Yandere!Ateez Reaction to you Trying to Escape

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Author’s Note: Heya anon! You’re a lucky one, cause your request got answered the quickest lol. I’m on a roll right now, this is the third request I’m answering today. At least as of when I’m writing this, that’s the case. I could stop halfway through and not finish this until two years later lmao. I outline Yandere!Ateez’s personalities in a previous headcanon, so this is based on those personalities. Some of them, like Yeosang and Jongho, have S/O’s that aren’t even aware they’re Yandere, so in those cases, I made it their reaction to when they think you’re trying to escape.

READ THE TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains mentions and discussion of abusive relationships, threats, violence, death, supernatural creatures, depression, self-harm, disturbing sexual descriptions, and mental illness. The behaviors and relationships depicted below are abusive and unhealthy. These are not examples of healthy relationships, it’s actually the opposite. This is meant to imagine the members of Ateez in a popular anime trope and it in no way represents their real-life personalities and characters. It’s fiction, it’s for fun, PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T LIKE IT OR THIS KIND OF STUFF DISTURBS YOU!

Genre: angst?? IDK really

Word Count: 2.7K+

You are in: the Asteroid Belt.

Hongjoong

The Perfect Boyfriend

Bitch, I’ll pray for you. Hongjoong is an extremely violent boyfriend and trying to escape is NOT advisable unless you know you have a completely foolproof plan.

He told you to never run. He told you that you won’t have any warnings or three strikes. If you leave he will catch you and he will hurt you.

Hongjoong is a man of his word, but you didn’t listen.

“Aww, baby,” Hongjoong made a mock pout, crouching down to your level. “Does the poor baby’s broken leg hurt?”

You couldn’t even look at it, it was twisted at such a grotesque angle. You’d always heard that broken bones didn’t hurt as much as you would think, and you found that to be true right now. Or maybe you were just in so much in all the other bruised parts of your body that it drowned out the pain in your leg.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, you stupid bitch.”

Seonghwa

The Ice King Everytime I write that, I think of the Ice King from Adventure Time.

The silence was unbearable. He hadn’t said anything since your bodyguards brought you back, kicking, screaming, and terrified.

He just stared at you blankly, nothing in his eyes, nothing on his face, nothing in his body language. Occasionally, he would take a sip of the glass of brandy on the table beside him. Sometimes cross and uncross his arms over his chest.

All the while just staring, not saying anything.

You were too scared to speak, eventually too scared to even look at him, opting just to stare at your clammy hands clasped together in your lap.

What was he thinking?

Would he punish you?

Would he forgive you?

Would he beat you?

Would he . . . kill you?

You waited for what could have been hours, bracing yourself for an even more violent response the longer he sat.

But none of that came.

Without a word, Seonghwa stood and glided from the room. You thought he slammed the door the tiniest bit harder than normal, but you were so scared that you were sure your mind had made it up.

As you shuffled back to your room, you hurried as quick as you could past his door.

Your heart was beating too loud, heart too heavy with despair and disappointment, to hear the very faint sounds of sobbing coming from behind his door.

Yunho

The Damsel in Distress Next Door

Theoretically, you could 100% leave Yunho. You could walk out at any time you wanted and he wouldn’t go after you if he knew you were leaving because you wanted to break up and not because you’re hurt or something’s wrong. He wouldn’t hurt you or try and guilt-trip you.

He would say that he wishes you the best and that he won’t try to hurt himself again.

He. Is. Lying.

The minute you walk out that door, he’s closing all the blinds and windows, turning all the lights off, going in his bathroom, and getting the razor blade out of his shaver.

It’s tiny in his huge hands and that makes him even clumsier. He’s shaking, he’s crying, and blood is already spurting everywhere. He’s going to punish himself for everything bad thing he ever did in your relationship that he never got a chance to hurt himself for.

He remembers everything, without even having to write it down, and he’ll give himself the “appropriate” punishment for every bad action, even down to the tiny, most minute things like the time he forgot to put your favorite condiment on the sandwich he made you three months ago, or accidentally pulling your hair when he was running his fingers through it last year.

It might take a while to give himself all those punishments, but he’s going to make sure he stays alive until he gets everything he thinks he deserved.

The time he spends punishing himself is pretty much your only window of opportunity.

Because you know exactly what’s going on. You know what’s happening, you have that same bad feeling from last time, only amplified by ten.

You know he’ll die if you don’t go back.

You could always call the police and send them there, but you honestly doubt their ability to be able to hold him. Yunho’s an adept liar, and he’d get out of hospital treatment, probably in weeks, just to do the same thing. Except there wouldn’t be anyone to call the police then and there was no doubt he’d die then.

At this point, you don’t even believe Yunho can be fixed.

You have the choice between saving his life and being imprisoned in that relationship with him forever or let him die so you can heal and be free.

Yeosang

The Secret Serial Killer

Yeosang’s initial reaction is going to be straight-up confusion.

He doesn’t understand how in the world you could have found anything out that would make you leave.

He was so careful, always so cautious. The police don’t even know what he is or the things he’s done, so how would you?

You hadn’t been acting weird lately. Or had you? How would he not notice?

But the truth is you hadn’t noticed anything. Like I said, Yeosang is too careful, too sneaky, too clever.

What really happened is that you were out with a friend yesterday evening and decided to spend the night as no one felt like driving and both of your phones were dead so you couldn’t call Yeosang to pick you up. You got to her house and put the phone on the charge before eating a late dinner, intending to call him when it had charged up a bit, but you fell asleep before you could do so.

And this happened to be on a night where Yeosang had prior commitments so he couldn’t stalk you so see what you were doing. He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he got home, only panicking when he woke up the next day to find you still gone.

And now, it was eleven o’clock and Yeosang was pulling up to your friend’s house, calming only slightly when he saw you about to get in your friend’s car, phone in hand, looking worried.

He realized you’d probably been trying to call him but the blood pounding against his ears didn’t allow him to hear the phone he’d thrown haphazardly into the passenger seat.

Yeosang barely even parks before open the car door, anything he was about to say dying on his tongue as an explanation rushed out of your mouth.

Yeosang takes it gracefully, nodding, as he pulls you into his arms.

“I was scared something happened to you,” he says, to which your friend starts cooing over your relationship.

She just doesn't know that he’s already formulating a back-up plan in case you found out about him and tried to leave.

He had no problem killing your friends off one-by-one if it meant you’d stay with him.

San

The Jekyll and Hyde

No matter how San was feeling previously, your attempted escape would undoubtedly bring out Other San.

You’d seen Other San angry before. You’d seen him throw things, punch gigantic holes in walls, scream till he was hoarse, had him kick you in the stomach so hard he almost ruptured your organs, and even seen break an entire table once.

But none of that, none of it compared to the way you were seeing him now.

His gait was slow and confident, his dark eyes following you like a predator, a terrifying smirk painting his face, the malice of it detracting from every handsome feature he had.

“Baby,” he laughed, shaking his head, crossing to the kitchen and disappearing for a moment. You’d run if you thought you actually had a shot of escaping but you knew you didn’t and San was already angry enough.

“You’re so stupid, baby,” he giggled, voice muffled by distance and the more overpowering sound of metal instruments tinkling and bumping against each other.

You said nothing.

When San emerged, it was with a long meat knife with an incredibly sharp blade. You didn’t even know you had that.

San’s eyes were wild, manic as he advanced toward you, shuddering at the sound of your terrified whimpers.

“If you wanted me to hurt you, all you had to do was ask.”

Mingi

The Clingy Bad Boy

This is probably going to be pretty short because I don’t see Mingi having a gigantic reaction, shocking as that may seem. It wasn’t short at all, but that’s because I got description crazy.

He would just have a really violent one.

The minute he got you back in the house, he’d look at you for a second.

And then he’d punch the shit out of you.

You blacked out and when you woke up, it was to an aching body and bruises all over your body. Some places were swollen, some cut, and some bleeding, but, thankfully, nothing was broken.

For some reason, breaking bones seemed like a line Mingi wasn’t able to cross when it came to you.

Personally, you’d rather he broke a single bone and left you alone than do all this, but that wasn’t something you’d say out loud.

You looked up when the door opened to reveal Mingi coming in the room carrying a glass of water, a sandwich and chips, and a few pills.

He sat in a chair beside the bed, putting the food on one side of the nightstand and holding the glass of water and the pills out to you. “Take these,” he said, no trace of his previous anger, but no trace of remorse either.

He looked like this was a normal, everyday occurrence.

You complied, recognizing the pills as two painkillers and swallowing them along with a couple large gulps of water.

Mingi brought a first-aid kit from under the bed, cleaning cuts and applying ointments to your wounds, humming in his low, deep voice as he did so.

And even though he was the one who did this to you, the human mind is an absolute bitch and you relaxed as you heard him sing the familiar melody. He was humming the song he always sang when you were sad.

When he finished treating you, he gave you the food and let you eat before helping you to the bathroom, giving you a hot bath and helping you brush your teeth, do your skincare routine, and dress you for bed.

Your body hurt, but the painkillers helped and Mingi carried you and did everything for you so you didn’t have to move around as much.

He sang you to sleep as well, something he rarely did.

As you drifted, halfway between sleep and consciousness, you felt him lean down to your ear and say, “I already told you not to leave me. I meant it. Don’t make me do this again.”

Wooyoung

The Incubus

I really don’t see a way for you to even attempt to escape from Wooyoung. He has demons guarding you and he uses his powers to keep track of you at all times. Not to mention, you can’t navigate Hell, only a demon can. This is a fact that both you and Wooyoung are well aware of.

If you managed an escape attempt, it would only be because Wooyoung was bored and he allowed it to happen. He might actually like you more if you did this. It’d give him something fun to do and an excuse to punish you and his punishments were his favorite thing in the world.

He’d tell his guards to let you slip past and watch you, amused, as you ran out of the house and past the gates. You didn’t last long, eventually too incredibly confused by the twists and turns of hell, too scared of the glowing eyes of unknown creatures that you could see lurking hungrily at you through the dense shrubbery.

Wooyoung was slightly impressed, though. It was longer than any human’s ever lasted and certainly longer than he expected of you.

But still, he waited. You had to know no one else was coming for you. You had to know that without his help, you’d die here. And it’d be a slow and painful death, much more so than any death on earth could be.

You had nowhere else to turn . . .

“Wooyoung!”

There it was.

Wooyoung grinned as he appeared before you in a flurry of black smoke, even more amused at the sight of you sobbing on your knees, hating the fact that you had to return to him but having no other choice.

He tsked disapprovingly, crouching down so he was eye-level with you, his finger slipping under your chin to bring your head up to look at him.

“Bad baby. Now I have to punish you.”

Wooyoung grunted as he thrust quickly into the demon, her loud screams of pleasure reverberating off the walls.

Her smirk was smug as she looked at you, chained in the corner and forced to watch him fuck her.

It was your usual punishment, except Wooyoung normally makes you watch him fuck three or four women (demon stamina was a hell of a thing). But he seemed to be more taken with this girl; they were on their third round and he hadn’t shown any sign of tiring out yet.

You didn’t know what that meant. Had they met before? Did he already like her? Was he . . . was he thinking about replacing you?

You tried to tell yourself that that didn’t matter, that it was something you would be happy about, but you couldn’t deny the lurch your stomach gave at the thought.

If Wooyoung found someone else, what would he do to you?

Would he throw you out? As much as you hated him and this horrible fucking place, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was much safer here than out there with the other things that lurk in this realm.

And he definitely wouldn’t be nice enough to take you back home.

Would he kill you? There’s a chance it would be quickly but, knowing him, it would be long and drawn out.

Maybe it would be in your best interest not to piss him off, after all.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight!”

His head was thrown back as the woman climbed on top of him, riding him quickly, his hands kneading her ass.

Through his haze of pleasure, he grinned as he read your thoughts. You were starting to question yourself, starting to wonder what was actually in your best interest, just as he wanted.

He became more vocal, making sure not to glance your way as he thrust into the woman and kissed her passionately, both of them groaning loudly as he came.

He could hear how their noises made you feel.

For now, you’d comply because it was best for your safety. But eventually, you’d actually believe you loved him.

“This could be you if you weren’t so mean, love,” he said, placing the woman on her back and thrusting into her once more, going back to ignoring you as he pounded into her, moaning as her legs locked around his waist and her nails dug into his back.

His ego was bigger than ever as he felt your fear amplify, scared he would replace and throw you away, terrified of what lurked outside these walls.

Yes, his plan was going lovely.

Jongho

The Overprotective Guard Dog

We need more Jongho GIFS

OK, I know this is going to be hella short because Jongho would not have a big reaction at all. If you simply wanted to break up, he would ask why. He’d ask what he could change for you two to stay together. He’d change accordingly. If you still wanted to break up, he would reluctantly let it happen and you two would continue to be friends.

If it was because you found out about him, then he would disappear, stalking you quietly from the sidelines without your knowledge.

In all scenarios, Jongho will continue stalking you, taking out threats and people that bother you from afar.

You think you’re rid of him, but you’re his god/ess and he’ll always be around to serve you, whether you know it or not.

The Asteroid Belt

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dimensionwriter · 5 years ago

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Awkward Shades of Green

Part 3

Female Reader x Male Orc

Warning: none

Description: The Fair came to town and the cutest orc decided to ask you. The night is full of adventure, romance, and sweet things.

Part 1 Part 2

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The fair came into town over the weekend and spent the entire week setting up everything. Even before the ferris wheel was finish built, you were already asked to it. And not in a normal way.

Anx and you were walking through the halls having a random conversation about an English project she was weirdly excited about. You were about to question her, when you turned the corner and crashed into a wall.

“There you are, beautiful,” the wall said happily. Taking a step back, you looked up to see an orc in front of you. He was at least two feet taller than you with dark green skin that went lighter on his neck. His tusk went past his square nose with a golden band around the right one. His long black hair was done in a long braid that went low on his back.

Today, he was wearing a white sleeveless shirt that showed off the swirling sun tattoo on his shoulder and a pair of black joggers that fitted his bum quite nicely.

“What’s the occasion?” you asked tearing your eyes away from his muscular thighs. His blue eyes were shining so brightly that you wondered if they were actually glowing.

His left arm,that was around his back, came forward to reveal a bouquet of flowers. It was filled with a bunch of random flowers that somehow fitted with each other.

“Will you go on a date with me Friday night to the fair?” he asked batting his eyes and leaning towards you. Those dang puppy eyes. You had a feeling that Anx revealed to him that you have a weakness for his puppy eyes. But two can play that game.

With a light jump, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down. His hand shot out behind you to steady himself from falling on you, but it was perfect. Even though it looked like he was caging you like in some old school anime, he was the blushing anime girl.

His green skin slowly turned red as his eyes widen. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a squeak, which resulted in him blushing even harder.

“I would love to, honey. But you don’t have to give me a gift every time you ask me out. I feel bad since I can't give you anything in return,” you spoke softly. A smile came onto your lips to see your boyfriend’s blushing face. He looked absolutely adorable when he blushes.

“But I like giving you gifts,” he muttered staring deep into your eyes. You quickly placed a kiss on his cheeks and gave a light pat there.

“Guess, I’m going to have to catch up then,” you spoke smoothly dunking under his arms. Anx was leaning across the opposite wall with her arms folded and a mischievous smile on her face.

“Stop freezing my brother. His brain short wires everytime you kiss him,” she teased pushing you lightly. You looked behind you to see Zerx was still frozen in his spot. A few of his football friends started tapping on his shoulder and waving in front of his face.

“It’s actually kind of cute,” you admitted turning back around. Anx looked over with a raised eyebrow. An arm wrapped around you and pulled you close.

“I think you might be the only person that would call an orc cute,” she laughed out dragging you to class.

How can someone not find him cute? He’s always complimenting you and bringing you gift. Maybe this date, you could do the same for him. But it’s gonna take a lot of planning.

Friday arrived quicker than you anticipated and this was the first time you were nervous. Usually for a date, you just had to bring yourself and that was it. But this date was going to be more special. This time, you were going to take the lead of this date.

You told Anx to slow down Zerx, so you could drive over to his house. Anx even let you borrow her car, since it could fit an orc more easily than a human car.

Stepping out of the car, you were met with a giant white house with double wooden doors at the front. Flowers lined up the walkway to the front door with a water fountain with an angel on it to the right.

“No time to back down,” you mumbled trying to give yourself the last push. You walked to the door with your presents in your arm. There was a bouquet of black and green flowers with a small box of caramel candy, Anx told you those where his favorite. And the last item was something that had you sweating everywhere.

You noticed he always kept beads in his head and Anx had a few too. You didn’t want to seem culturally insensitive, so you took to the internet to see why did orcs wear beads. One article that looked quite reliable stated that those beads were given from a loved one and that it was close to them.

You didn’t want to overstep boundaries and force him to put a bead in his hair, so instead, you made him a necklace. It was a black braid necklace with three golden beads sitting in the middle.

When you first made it, you thought it was an awesome idea. However, know you want to throw it in the river and hope that Poseidon takes it and send it to Hades. Why did you think it would be a good idea to give him beads?

“Anx! I could care less, I’m late!” Zerx roared from inside the house. You jumped from the sound of anger. Zerx rarely showed anger towards anyone, guess Anx was succeeding in slowing him down.

You lifted your fingers and knocked on the wood. The wood seemed to be quite thick, you were sure they couldn’t hear you. Especially if they’re arguing.

“What?” Zerx yelled as the door slammed open. His light blue eyes were darkened from his harsh glare. But that look disappear once he looked down to see you.

You sometimes forget how hot your boyfriend can look. His long black hair was just hanging free and was covering half of his face. A tight white button up left little to the imagination, especially since only half of the buttons were closed. A black pair of trousers hugged his muscular legs accompanied by a pair of shiny black shoes.

“I...um.” You actually couldn’t speak. Your brain was struggling to for a sentence and sending it to your mouth.

You could compliment his appearance, but he’s obviously not finish. Or you could say surprised, since he should be shocked about this.

“Good job, you short circuited her brain for once,” Anx teased throwing an arm over her brother’s shoulder. Blush began to spread up you face, but you were sure it mirrored Zerx’s.

“Where would you two be without me?” Anx sighed walking around Zerx and grabbing the bottom of your chin. “Wow, Zerx. Your sister was right in saying you should leave your outfit the way it is. I also got you some gifts.”

She let go of your jaw and grabbed your hand. You gain full function of your body and took a step towrds Zerx with the flowers first.

“You didn’t have to give me anything,” Zerx sputtered out grabbing the roses. He carefully held them in his arms. The way his eyes were shining so brightly and the smile slipping onto his face, reveal that he wasn’t mad about this.

“But I wanted to,” you teased with a smile. You handed him the box and he gently took it. Using his index finger, he lightly lifted the lid.

“Caramel,” he yelped with his eyes widening. He held the box closer to his body causing you to smile. “Thank you so much.”

You didn’t trust your voice, so you just gave him a nod with a giant smile. While he was looking down at the flowers and caramel, you slided the necklace box behind you.

However, you forgot that Anx was right next to you. Her arm snaked behind you and yanked the box out of your hands.

“She was trying to hide a gift from you,” she sung out going beside Zerx. Fear overtook you body as Zerx looked down at the box in confusion.

This is it. This is where your relationship with Zerx end. You just made a joke out of their sacred Orc traditions. Zerx is going to hate you for the rest of his life. He’s going to break up with you and get with one of the preppy prettier cheerleaders. Anx was going to stop being your friends and you were going to be all alone.

Almost in slow motion, Anx opened the box with Zerx leaning closer to it. Not wanting to see the next reaction, you closed your eyes and prepared yourself for the worse.

A strangled sound came from the darkness causing you to peak one eye open. Was it that bad?

Anx stood with her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she looked inside of it. Zerx wasn’t in a better position. His hand was gripping on Anx’s shoulder so tightly as his entire face was red. He looked like he wanted to scream, cry, and/or pass out.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I made it. I wasn’t trying to be offensive,” you rambled taking a shaking step forward. If you could get the gift back, maybe they could forget about. Everything could go back to normal.

“You got him beads,” Anx whispered looking up with wide eyes. Her lips turned upwards as laughter started spilling from her. Zerx was still frozen as he stared at the gift.

“Is it that bad?” you muttered sinking down. If the ground could open up and swallow you, that would be great. Maybe even an asteroid striking you, just to be sure.

“No!” Zerx yelled grabbing the box out from Anx who was still giggling. He turned around and sprinted deep within the house. “And don’t you dare say anything!”

You looked at Zerx’s retreating form and back at Anx. She shook her head before putting her hand on your back. Her hand was a little smaller than her brother, but it still covered a large section of it.

“You can stop worrying now. Zerx doesn’t hate the gifts, quite the opposite,” she said turning left into this room that was quite open. All the walls were white with a black leather double L couch in the center. In front of the couch was a flat screen tv mounted to the wall with a fireplace underneath.

“Are you sure?” you asked sitting on the leather couch. Anx nodded her head as she jumped into the spot next to you. You were expecting the shock wave and was capable of stopping yourself from falling on the ground.

“I know he probably doesn’t want me saying much,” she said rolling her eyes before a smirk spread onto her lips. “But when have I ever listen to him.”

“So, can you explain your reactions to the gift? At first I thought I offended you, but then I thought I somehow humiliated myself with the gift,” you explain turning towards your friend with despair in your eyes. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms behind her head.

“Time for some orc history. As I’m sure you have noticed, we have beads in our head. All the beads represent a special moment in our life,” she began to explain. “However, when a bead is given to us, it’s usually from a family member and if it isn't-"

She couldn't finish the statement as a pillow was slammed into her face. You jumped in surprise at the flying object.

"I told you not to say anything!" Zerx growled with the reddest face you've ever seen. His appearance had barely changed since seeing him at the door.

He button up his shirt except for the first four button, giving you a slight tease of what was under. His hair was done in a new style that was quickly becoming his favorite. The left side of his hair was braided back while the right side was left free hanging with the few braids in it that held beads.

Your eyes drifted over him again and landed on his chest again. The necklaces you made was dangling proudly from his neck and seem to be accented by the openness of his shirt.

"I didn't say anything...yet," she whined rubbing her square nose. The redness that was slowly growing in the area told you of how much force your boyfriend put behind the throw.

"I can't trust you with anything," he grumbled shaking his head. His eyes drifted from his sister over to you. A shy smile spread onto his lips as a light red also scattered on his cheeks. Was that from the hidden meaning of the necklace? You are going to be curious all night.

He took quick steps until he was in front of you. He slowly squatted down in front of you and placed his arms on the sides of your seat. "Hi," he whispered.

"Hey," you responded meekly at the closeness. The sparkles dancing in his eyes seem to always be so active when he looked at you. It really made you feel like you held a special place in his heart, which you were sure you did. The same way he had one in yours.

"If you guys don't leave on your date before you guys start doing the forehead touch, I will riot," Anx growled a warning. Laughter slowly seeped out of your mouth. Well, that was until you saw the seriousness on her face.

"I won't let her hurt you," he whispered pressing his forehead on yours. A new colour begin to form in his eyes as his beautiful blue eyes begin to reflect your eye colour.

It took Anx less than 3 minutes to kick you out of the house. As she was shoving you out, you asked if she was going to be okay by herself. She rambled off something about doing an English project before slamming the door shut.

"Anx is allowing you to use her baby," Zerx yelled out in shock. You turned around in confusion to see that he was already at the car and looking at you with wide and excited eyes.

"Yeah. She said it would be more comfortable for you to be in than a human car," you explain making your way over. His eyes roamed over the car with a clear excitement on it. "Is that odd?"

"Yeah, she wouldn't let me drive it," you unlocked the doors and you jumped in, and was quickly followed by Zerx, "Might was because I crashed mines, but I was young."

Your eyes widen a you looked at him in bewilderment. "You crash your car?" You yelled unexpectedly. A giant smile appeared on his face at your facial expression.

"It was two years ago, I think," he thought tapping his chin. His hair slide down in front of his face and blocked your view of his smile. Without a second thought, you leaned over and slide the hair behind his pointed ears. "Ahhhh."

You looked up to see that his eyes were now glued on you. You slowly let go of the hair and slide back into your seat. "Sorry, I couldn't see your face. Don't want to miss that million dollar view," you teased sending him a swift wink.

"Well you should be focus on the road since you're about to drive," he rambled quickly turning his head away from you, but through the reflectiveness of the glass you could see that his face had turned completely red. "I forgot what I was about to say."

"Talking about how you somehow manage to crash a car two years ago," you playfully scolded. You turned the car on and begin the drive to the fair.

"Oh yeah, I had gotten the car four weeks earlier for my birthday. And I decided it would be a great idea to see how fast I could go on this empty dirt road," he explained with small laughter slipping in between. You glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow and full laughter escaped him.

"It wasn't my smartest thought, okay. I was curious and had a need for speed. And I found out how fast it went real quick. I was hitting around 150 when my tire hit a rock or something sharp and I lost control of my car. In a state of panic and adrenaline, I decided it was an even greater idea to abandon ship."

You didn't stop your head from snapping over at him while your face expressed your high disbelief for your boyfriend. Maybe Anx took all the braincells when they were still in the womb.

"I turned out fine, just a few scratches and a sprained wrist. But I can't say the same for the car. Had to lay there and watch as my car swerve a bit until it hit a huge hole and flipped. It flipped about 7 times until crashing into a tree. So all in all, kind of glad that I didn't stay in the car." He ended the story with a casual shrug. You scoff in disbelief as you let out some laughter.

"No wonder Anx doesn't trust you. I wouldn't let you even step near another car," you said truthfully. His deep laughter filled the car as his body shook from it. Small strands of hair escaped from the hold in his ear, but you let them be for now.

"Babe, seriously. You don't trust me," he said pouting his lips and pulling out a heavy set of puppy dog eyes. You felt your resolve start to crumble as you stared into his cute eyes. Those dang puppy eyes.

"Yeah sure, I'll trust the guy that went to the internet on how to pick up a girl," you teased wiggling your eyebrows. A small pink blush dusted his cheeks as his tightened his jaw in embarrassment.

"Well it kind of worked in the end. I got a chance to be with you," he whispered with a giant smile. You glanced down to see that his hand was lazily tapping the plastic around the cup holder.

"Well," you drew out as you took one hand off the wheel and put down beside you. You slide your hand underneath his and entwined your fingers with his. His hand was so big that your fingers barely curled around his, but it felt so right. "I would have to give credit to your charm and maybe me hearing your confession."

Slowly, his thumb started rubbing calming circles into your skin. He always felt so warm to you which always helped your relax no matter what.

"I guess my charm is my puppy eyes than," he teased with a mischievous smile growing on his face. The gold band on his tusk lit up in the golden light of the sun rays.

"I knew Anx told you," you whine out. You playfully yanked your hand out of his and was ready to put it back on the wheel, but Zerx hand was too fast. His fingers wrapped around yours and held it.

"Yeah, she admitted it to me, but I know she laughs about how I constantly 'short wiring' around you. It's-ah-it's nice to know that I- I affect you too." Hsi mischievous smile turned into something more sincere as he looked at you through his lashes.

"You affect me a lot, I just usually hide it," you admitted turning around as you backed into a parking space. The fair ended up being a lot bigger than you expected. Hopefully, you guys had enough time to see everything.

"Woah," Zerx gasped looking out the window. He pressed his face against the window as he looked at the fair. The lights hasn't come on yet, but the sun is getting closer to going down so it should be soon.

"You ready," you said with a smile. You were so ready for this date. Maybe you can set your plan into action.

"I'm warning you now, I have never been to a fair before. So, if I become too much, you can tell me," he said a wide smile as he shook with giddiness.

You mouth dropped at the new information. Well, you have a new objective: show Zerx the best time at the fair.

After paying for entrance to the fair and getting a bunch of tickets, Zerx was flustered when you paid for everything, you decided to start off with the rides.

"Are you sure I will fit?" Zerx whispered leaning over to you. You glanced around the line to see that he was the tallest and widest person. But to be honest, you have seen some people walk around that was close to his size.

"Of course, these things are made to lock in once the ride start. You'll be fine," you said moving forward in the line. You felt something brush your shoulder causing you to look down. There was the smallest shaking in Zerx's hand as he tilted his head up to look at the machine.

"Is this your first time on rollercoaster?" you asked him as you reached over to etwine your fingers. He jerked at the contact for a split second before lightly squeezing your hand.

"Not really," he laughed lightly still staring up at the ride. "It just wasn't this big. Like that thing goes so high."

You looked up at the ride to see where the highest point was. To be honest, it wasn't that high actually. It was probably normal height for the people riding to feel that adrenaline rush.

"If you're not comfortable with going on the ride, we can do something else," you said staying in place. You glanced forward to see that carts had just returned and people were getting out. You should be amidst the next group to go in.

"I got this. I can handle it," he said squeezing your hand tightly. You gave him a reassuring smile and started stepping forward.

"Um, excuse me, sir," A squeaky voice spoke. You were going to ignore it until a hand shot out in front of Zerx causing you to stop.

"Yes?" Zerx asked with his eyes narrowed suspiciously at the ride conductor. You noticed that Zerx slightly pulled you behind him as if making sure you are safe. Gosh, this dork. Well, your dork.

"Well, we have added an addition to the ride for-um-orcs, so you guys will be more comfortable," the man spoke unsure as he looked up at Zerx. You got so used to seeing Zerx as a blushing mess that you forget that he could look intimidating to any other person.

"Really? Where?" When did Zerx voice get so low? You could barely see the blue in his eyes as he looked down at the poor conductor.

"Over there," he pointed to the back of the ride. Instead of there being two seats being stuck together, it was just one giant booth with a rail going over it. "We heard about there being a chance of orcs being in some of our destinations, so we tried to prepare."

All the tension in Zerx slipped away as he looked down at the man with an awkward smile. "Ah, sorry. Was expecting to hear a speciest joke or some kind of discrimnation?"

Oh, that explain why he got so tense. You have gotten so used to dealing with orcs, with you being friends with one for years, that you forget that a lot of people don't see them as normal. It's heartbreaking that Zerx is so use to specism that he was expecting it.

"Of course not, sir. I was- I was trying to show you a more comfortable seat. If you're interested?" The man said pointing back at the seat. Zerx looked at it and then at the more smaller seats.

"Yeah, why not?" He said already walking towards it. The conductor ran in front of him to lift the rail up, so Zerx could slide in easier.

"Babe, come sit with me," he said excitedly tapping the space next to him. You looked at the conductor to see if you were allowed to get into the seat next to him. He just shrugged and lifted the bar again.

You quickly slide into the spot next to him and he instantly threw his arm around you. You of course didn't miss the way he subtly snuggled up next to you.

"If you get scared, you can always grab on to me," he teased into your ear. He may have had that cocky grin on, but you had a feeling it was going to be a different story once the ride start.

"Please keep all hands and feet in the ride at all times. There should be no standing during the ride and if you do, you will be kicked out. If you want to get off the ride, please speak now," the conductor looked around for one second before speaking again. "Okay, I will now begin the countdown. One."

The ride shot forward causing you to slam into Zerx. A small gasp escaped from his lips as he gripped harder onto you and the bar.

You glanced over to see his eyes were wide and his pupil was thin. His mouth was open, but no words came from it.

"Zerx, you okay," you laughed out. Zerx looked over at you causing your laughter to get louder.

"Yeah, I-" he was cut off as a scream left his lips as the ride threw you for a loop, literally. You raised your hands and joined him in screaming.

He didn't stop screaming until the ride slowed down on its ascended to the top. Zerx had a rock solid grip on the bar and you could feel his shaking against you.

"Hey, it's okay," you said hoarse as you rubbed his arm. He looked down at you with a shaky smile.

"You humans are wild," he breath out as he looked at how high the ride had got. You lifted your hand and turned his head back to you. "Which one of you thought it was a good idea to launch yourself around at high speeds?"

You laughed at his banter. He looked so cute with his hair a hot mess and his cheeks red from the adrenaline.

The ride came to a stop and Zerx looked around confused. You already knew what was coming, but you didn't want to spoil it for him.

"Did the ride break?" He asked confused. You tried to cover your giggle, but Zerx still looked at you confuse. "Why are you-"

The ride started up again and it shot over. A high pitch scream escaped from Zerx he his eyes widen. You screamed too, but it was mixed with some giggles.

"If I don't make it, just know I love you," he screamed, slamming his eyes shut. You laughed at him until the words sunk in.

Wait, what?

Zerx's hand was gripping yours as you two got out of the ride. His entire body was shaking so hard with each step you took.

"So, what did you think?" You asked with a smile. He was conflicted with trying to fix his clothes and his hair. You decided to give his hand in his hair.

"Is it sad to say I want to do it again?" He broke into a wide grin that caused his blushing cheeks to stand out more. You tucked a wild strand behind his high pointed ear.

"Well, we have a lot of time," you said giving him a smile. His eyes lit up at the words.

For the next two hours, Zerx was like a little kid. He had his hand etwine into yours as he dragged to different rides. You rode the roller coaster at least 3 times and slowly he screams turned into laughter. His second favorite was the space ship that laid you flat and spun you around at high speeds

But as the night continued on, more people begin to show up making the lines longer. Zerx noticed that you were shifting a lot on your feet and he recommended that you guys get something to eat and sit for a while. You didn't want to ruin his fun, so you told him you were fine, but he pushed for you to sit.

"I see a lot of people walking around with those. What are they?" He asked subtly pointing to a passerby plate. You looked over to see it was a funnel cake.

"It's called a funnel cake. Have you never had one?" You asked looking up at him. He shook his head and your mouth dropped. "It's like the king of fair food. Come on, I'll get you one."

Luckily, the line was short and you were able to quickly able to order your food. While Zerx wasn't looking, you ask the cook to drizzle caramel on his.

"This looks weird," Zerx said staring at the plate in hesitation. You lean over and grabbed his fork. You cut him a piece and put it on the fork.

"Say ah," you said putting the fork near his lips. You have seen his face turned completely red before, but not this fast. His sparkling blue eyes soften as he leaned towards the fork.

He slowly opened his mouth. You were mindful of his tusk as you put the fork in his mouth. His soft green lips closed around the fork as he stared into your eyes.

You pulled the fork out quickly as you looked down trying to cover up your blush. But you were determined to see his reaction to a funnel cake, so you looked back up.

His eyebrows dropped as he slowly chewed it. As he continued to chew, his eyebrows rose up and his eyes widen. A giant smile slipped onto his lips as the area around his eyes crinkled. You now have a new weakness beside his puppy dog eyes.

Zerx ended up getting 4 plates before you had to stop him. You didn't want him ending up with a stomach ache. He tried to reason that orc's stomach were a lot stronger, but you have seen Anx get a stomach just from eating a bucket of ice cream in one go, so you knew that it was possible for them to get one.

You distracted him by showing him the gaming booth. It somehow became a competition to see who could win the most games and that's when you realized that your boyfriend is a god at games. The score was 12-4.

The next game was a dart game where you hit certain balloons to get certain prizes. The one Zerx was going for was the blue balloons on a moving platform that would get the giant stuff animal.

He gave the booth owner 6 tickets for 3 darts. You were sure that last year it was three tickets, but maybe they increase the price.

"You better be thinking of a prize, honey," he teased you as he picked up the darts. You rolled your eyes at his ego, but you mentally choose the cute panda at the right.

He put the first one in his left and reeled back. As the balloon was moving back towards the center, he threw the dart. Miss. He pulled up the second one and tried again. Miss.

A slight growl escaped his lips at the frustration building up. He leaned onto the wooden surface as he placed his elbow in the center. It should line up perfectly with the balloon if he times it perfectly.

He took a deep breath and you could see his blue eyes tracking the balloon. As it neared the middle, he launched the dart across.

The balloon seem to slow down as it reached the middle causing the dart to sail pass. Wait a minute, the balloon speed was constant the entire time, but now it changes.

You looked over just in time to see the booth man slide some type of remote control into his pocket. He was cheating out Zerx.

"Let me try," you said angrily as you put another 6 tickets on the counter. The man gave you a bright smile as he took your tickets, but you didn't miss how it turned into a disgusting scowl as he looked back at Zerx.

"Guess orcs aren't as supreme as they think," he whispered snarkly, but you heard it. You glanced over to see Zerx pouting, but it wasn't from the man's comment, so he didn't hear it.

"Let's see what this human girl can do," the man said louder this time in a cheerful tone. You caught his eye and he gave you a swift wink.

"She probably going to get it. She's awesome at so many things, I doubt she will miss this," Zerx cooed in your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The booth man made a face of disgust as he looked at Zerx's arms around you.

"She's from the superior species, not like you mutant freaks," he grumbled under his breath. Zerx looked up and made a huh noise, but the man just smiled again. He keeps saying it too low for Zerx to hear, but you hear him loud and clear.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop saying such things about my boyfriend, especially when I have three darts in my hand and you're stuck inside there," you said with a giant fake smile. Zerx looked at you in confusion, but your eyes were trained on this stupid booth man. His eyes widen in shock at your statement.

"Think of a prize, honey," you said to Zerx as you kept your eyes trained on the booth man. His face was turning red in anger, but you didn't care.

"Freak lover," he growled lowly at you. You raised a single eyebrow at his statement.

Looking through your peripheral vision, you saw the balloon making its way to left, right next to the man's head.

Before the man had a chance to reach for the remote, you had the dart stuck into the wall next to his head with balloon fragments falling onto his shoulder.

His eyes widen as he jumped from the sound of the popping. He shakily looked to the right to see how close the dart was to him, just a few inches.

"Which animal did you want?" You said with a smile as you looked up at Zerx. His eyes widened as he looked at the dart then at you.

"The blue whale," he whispered pointing to it. The man didn't move an inch as he started glaring at Zerx.

"He said he wants the blue whale," you said with your eyes narrowing. He let out an irritated sigh and walked towards the prize. He yanked it down and put it on the wooden counter.

He walked over and sat on his stool. As he reached for a book on the ground, you let out a fake cough.

"What are you doing sir? I still have 2 darts and a wholebbunch of tickets," you teased with an evil smirk. You were going to make this man pay for the things he said.

"I don't think this many prizes were necessary," Zerx said looking around his pile of stuff animals in his arms. His cheeks were coated in a light pink as he looked down at you.

"Well, I told you I was going to try to catch up in the gift department," you said with a small smirk. Zerx rolled his eyes as he looked forward. You guys decided to end the night going to the ferris wheel.

"Is this how you going to react everytime someone is mean to me?" He asked with a serious expression. His lips were pulled back into a grim line resulting his tusk being pushed out.

"Hmm, maybe. But wouldn't you get upset if someone was bothering me?" You turned towards him to see his reaction. His thick black eyebrows dropped down in distaste at the statement.

"Of course. You deserved to be treated like a queen," he said truthfully, but his lips turned down into a deep frown. "But, I don't want you putting yourself into dangerous situations for me. What if you ended up hurt because of what I am?"

You wrapped your arms around him, well tried your best since you couldn't get it fully around, and snuggled up into his arms. He relaxed into your touch allowing you to catch his full attention.

"Zerx, I won't end up hurt, promise. I can protect myself and you. The same way I know you can protect yourself and me. In this relationship, we can depend on each other," you said leaning your head onto his arm. He let out a long sigh before he started shifting around.

You jumped when you felt something wrap about your waist, but instantly relax when you recognized the warmth of Zerx's arm. "Of course we can," he whispered, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

"Next," the man yelled beckoning you forward. You lean away from Zerx to look at the ferris wheel cart. It wasn't one of the open ones, but was a square box that had two benches on opposite sides of each other. This one seems to be a lot bigger than the other ones on the ride.

"Another orc addition, cool," Zerx commented, placing his hand on your back and leaning you towards the ride. It was easy for you to get in, but Zerx still had to duck to get in.

"These bad boys going over here," he laughed out. You glanced over to see that he was putting all the prizes on the bench to the left, leaving only one available.

You sat down on the free metal bench that had two giant window to the left and right. The view from this things must be amazing.

"Now this thing better not sling shot us across the park," Zerx teased sitting next to you. Instantly, you scooted over and snuggled into his side, instantly being overcome in heat. No matter how you feel, Zerx always feel like a safe place.

"Don't worry, that's another ride," you teased closing your eyes as you enjoyed being in his embrace. Lifting his arm, he wrapped it around you and slowly drew circles into your side.

"Yeah, there's no way you could convince me to get on that ride," he said with laughter webbed into his voice. You leaned away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No way," you purred leaning up. The pupils is his crystal blue eyes dilates as they stare down into you. You were use to the rise of red in his face, but at this moment you couldn't help, but appreciate how it made him look so adorable.

The way his black hair messily laid around his square muscular face made him seem like something out of this world. His dark green skin seem to accentuate the beautiful blue in his eyes. And those lips. The long tusk pushing past his lips made them appear fuller and so much softer. You felt they would be soft. Maybe you should see-

"If we were to make a bet over a game of darts, I bet I would win. Anx showed me how to get good at darts, that's why I was so confident earlier. Wow, look at that view," you rambled nervously. You spun yourself around to look out the window in order to hid the blush coming up your neck.

"Yeah, the lights look amazing in the night sky," Zerx whispered. A small cough slipped out of his mouth, but he didn't say anything after them.

He was right though. The lights seem to be twinkling in the darkness of the sky. And in the lights, you could see people running around with smiles on their faces as they excitedly move from ride to ride or booth to booth.

"Yeah, it really is nice," he mumbled in an airy voice. You turned around to see that his eyes were trained on you instead of a window. His eyes were crescent from the soft smile spreading across his face.

"You're suppose to look at the window, dummy," you joked trying to push his face to look out the window with your pointer finger. He grabbed it gently and brought it down while slowly entwining his fingers with yours.

"I like my view a lot," he teased leaning closer to you. His cheeks were a light pink, but instead of embarrassment, he seems to be confident.

"So, do I." You stared into his eyes as you lean in.

"You know on that roller coaster, I said a bunch of crazy stuff, but one statement was true. Ever since the first day I met you, I was completely enraptured by you. And then you became friends with my sister and I was so happy because it was a chance to get close with him." He let out a laugh causing him to get closer to you. His forehead pressed gently against yours.

"Yeah, we know how that turned out," you teased him. He let out another loud laugh that caused his eyes to close and his cheeks to puff out.

"Yep, it turned out with me having the bestest girlfriend in the world. Who," his voice got softer,"who I love so much."

You stared into his eyes to see that they held nothing but truth. So, he meant it when he said he loved you earlier. He, the most attractive and popular person in your area, just said he loves you.

"I don't expect you to say it so soon since it's been a while since you stop hating me, but I just wanted to tell you. And I don't know if this will make things awkward now-"

"I love you too," you said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly since Zerx looked confused by what you sputtered out.

"What? It- it almost sound like you said. Nah, I'm just hearing things," he said laughing.

"Yeah, I just simply said I love you," you said a lot slower. You didn't know it was possible for an orc to express so many emotions at once. But he finally settled on happiness mixed in with excitement.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you so much, Zerx. I love every bit of you. From your dorky blushy mess to your loud confident rein. Every part of you," you confessed placing tiny kisses around his face. You could feel his smile widening under your lips.

"Wait, I have another question?" He asked leaning back. You looked confused. His smile that you worked so hard to build up was completely gone. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course," you giggled tilting your head in confusion. Zerx has never asked for permission to kiss you. He's always placing kisses on your head and cheek.

"On your lips?" He asked slowly shrinking. Your face lit up as you finally understood what he meant.

But this will mean that your first kiss with Zerx will be on a ferris wheel. Of course he would want this to be the place. He's a cheesy romantic like that.

And that's why you love him.

"I was hoping you would," you teased, using your index and middle finger to walk up his biceps to get closer. His cheeks slowly became inflamed, but they were nothing compared to his eyes.

"Then I shouldn't keep my love waiting," he mumbled leaning in towards you.

His forehead gently pressed against yours, allowing you to once again be engulfed in his heat. His hand raised up slowly and laid on top of your cheek. Slow but passionate circles were rubbed into your sides form his other hand.

And finally, his lips met yours. His tusked pressed on the edges of your lips, but the sensation of it felt gloriously to you. His lips were softer than you could have ever imagined.

He kissed slowly as if trying to convey every emotion he ever felt about you. And you felt it. The love, the desire, the passion, everything was flooding into you.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," the man's voice from earlier laughed out. You jumped away from Zerx at the intrusion, but Zerx's hands kept you in place.

"I'm sorry you interrupted too," Zerx grumbled with his face turning an even darker shade of red. You let out a laugh and brought your hand down to his.

"We have plenty of time. Just not in here," you laughed. He reluctantly let go of your sides with a giant frown on his lips. That will not do.

You stood up and leaned over to him. You quickly pressed a kiss on his lips then another one on his cheeks.

"I can get use to that," he said in airy voice as his eyes soften. Gosh, he is so adorable.

"Come on my awkward little orc," you joked grabbing his arms to yanked him up. There was no way you could lift him up, but he was kind enough to get up with your pull.

Even though the night ended, it was the beginning of your happy relationship. Who would have thought that your worst enemy would become your best lover?

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And scene. This may be the last one in the Awkward Shade of Green series. Gosh, this series was really fun to make and I love the characters in it. Please remeber to Like the story and Comment on anything that you liked about it. I love reading you guys comment, it really makes me day. I hope you guys enjoyed this series as much as I did. Anyway, have a good rest of your day

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this!

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

He looked flustered and even protested, pushing away the girl without too much attention for her as she tried to deepen the kiss, mumbling embarrassed ‘I have a girlfriend’.

But you quickly closed the app, after that, too shocked to mumble anything or to even feel anything, you just threw the phone away across the room and gently collected yourself, pushing your crossed arms onto your chest as your legs came closer to you, in a fetal position in which you felt frozen.

Tears flew down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but try to choke back a few sobs, well aware of your parents in the next room, and as your mother came to check on you before she went out to a theatre piece with your father, you faked of being asleep, snoring lightly.

Alone it all felt even worse, your entire body overthinking, unable to think about anything else than what you saw as it conjured imagines of Jimmy cheating on you with Heather, and although you couldn’t help but feel irrational, the thoughts didn’t stop.

Eventually you tired yourself out, enough to fall in a deep slumber and were woken up by rocks being thrown at your window, with enough force that you felt almost under attack, immediately dragging your body under the bed as you tried to understand whether an earthquake was going on or… somebody was seriously throwing rocks at your window.

And there was actually somebody who was throwing rocks at your window.

You came at the window, thinking about the extreme remote option that your parents had forgotten keys, as your phone again flashed a message, Jim’s name on it.

‘Hey, can I come over? The party is boring’.

‘Miss you’.

‘Babe, is everything alright?’.

‘Don’t ignore me babe’.

‘Ok I am coming over’.

‘(Y/N) why don’t you answer my calls?’.

‘Baaaaabbbbeeee’.

You couldn’t help but blush at the messages, your heart being comforted by your boyfriend’s childish antics.

But was he still your boyfriend?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest, but still came to the window more to actually get the boy from under your house, worried that your neighbors might call the police on him.

You answered the incoming calls that he started as he saw you standing at the window.

“Hi” you answered breathily, and you could see his smirk from all the way up there.

“Hey Juliet” he beamed at you “… can I come inside? Your parents aren’t home, right?”.

You wanted to reject him, maybe to make him understand what you constantly felt when he would pull you aside for his friends, but that wouldn’t have been very grown up, and as much as you didn’t feel like staying with him, you felt like pushing him away might make him run further away from you.

But he could already feel that something wasn’t ok, as you came to open the door for him.

He could probably feel that you were cold and pushed him away at any chance you could, as you both sat down on the sofa comfortably separated by a wall of pillow.

Still Jimmy tried to brighten the atmosphere talking about the party.

‘… and Ethan has this new trick, you should have seen him’ but your gaze was unfocused, but he tried to keep it on, thinking you were solely annoyed or tired ‘… and then Heather…’.

“… oh, I saw that you had fun with Heather” it came out of your mouth quicker than you had thought, and you couldn’t eat back, surprised by your own outburst.

Jimmy stilled beside you and then slowly turned to you, surprised by your outburst as you adjusted yourself to face away from him, as you faked not having said anything.

But Jimmy didn’t let you down that easily.

“How do you know?” the way he immediately went on the defensive said got on your nerves.

“Instagram, I saw her stories! Thank God that I did, or you wouldn’t have ever talked about it”.

“What?! No! I would have, but I didn’t think… I didn’t want to kiss her”.

“But you did!” this was all you could say, turning to him with all the anger and jealous you had always held back “… you let her kiss you! Not only when I was away… and not seeing you, but…”.

“It was a stupid game!” he replied, and you had enough, immediately raising yourself up on your legs.

“Isn’t that what our entire relationship is to you!” you shouted back and then before he could reply you ran away, your anger getting the best of you, although you were well aware you were acting immaturely.

You pushed the door against your back, to close it, slumping against it as you felt tears flowing on your face, hiding it between your knees as your lungs screamed in pain through the sobs.

It was all too noisy, enough to make you almost unable to hear Jim coming onto your stairs, slowly and almost with uncertainty, knocking without too much conviction, trying till it got to you attention and his voice spoke softly.

“(Y/N)… I… don’t meant to… can we talk?”.

“Go away, Jimmy! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk with you?”.

“(Y/N)” this time his tone was uncertain anymore, it was desperate, roughing up its edges “… please… you don’t have to open, just listen to me”.

You wanted nothing more than to shout at him against, but something in his words froze you and his silence was an answer enough for him.

“… I didn’t mean to kiss Heather, I know that I can’t convince you of this, but believe me I didn’t want her, I don’t want her, and I never will love her”.

Your sobs lightly stopped, as you calmed down, hearing his words but you were still weary.

“… I… didn’t like being at that party, I don’t like it when we aren’t together, it physically pains me” he was now slumped against the door exactly like you, his tone lightly growing more quiet and shier “… I… was gloated into doing it…”.

“Oh, wait did they hold a gun to your head?” you asked annoyedly, but your tone wasn’t as angry as it was before.

“You know what I meant” he mumbled, and you felt him turning with his face to the door, as if he could whisper the rest of this thoughts against the wood “…I don’t know what I would be without you, you are the only person with who I can feel myself, truly, without drugs or alcohol, you are the only reason why I am still here, and I’ll be for ever damned if I just let you run away, because I did a stupid thing”.

Silence went through you, as you moved closer to the door, desperately trying to destroy the barriers that were between you and him, but at the same time unsure if your heart could take another painful hit.

“… although I know that you might not believe it, I love you more than anything and to know you so hurt, it pains my own heart” his hand gently set itself up on the wooden door, searching your skin, mimicking the same position of your hand “… and I won’t ever forgive myself if this is what breaks us apart”.

The door slightly opened, you didn’t show your face, but let your hands appear onto his threshold, your back turned to Jimmy, but he reached out for your hand all the same.

Maybe all the heartache of the world was worthy with him.

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delightfulstarlightparadise · 4 years ago

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Imagine Eijirou Kirishima and Reader

Before we begin I'd like to state that English is not my main language so, sometimes, things I write might seem a little off. But, I am doing my best.

I am not sure if in Japan they accept tips(I guess I have read somewhere it is kind of unpolite) but for this fic, let's bring it to the american context.

Context: you work at Fat Gum's favorite bakery. You have a quirk, but you have never developed it well because you have anxiety issues since you were little and never wanted to be a hero. You are used to seeing Fat Gum and Suneater at the bakery.

Fat Gum seems to like being attended by you because you always give him some extra sweet bread.

But when he sends Suneater to buy the food, it gets weird because both you and him are social disasters. You have lost count of how many times you've listened to him say "you too" when you say "enjoy your sweet bread".

...

It is about 3 o'clock, right about time Fat Gum or Suneater come to buy bread. It always makes you anxious. You keep looking at the door, trying to guess if it is the fine Fat Gum with his calming bad jokes and nice tips or his weird sidekick of weird energy and interaction.

You hear the bell ring at the door and turn to it, your chest almost bursting with anxiety. Then you see him: a red haired guy wearing the most appealing hero costume you've ever seen. You are used to getting nervous around people wearing revealing clothes.(wich is not unusual)

"Hey! I need to buy some sweet bread." He says giving you the sharpest teethed smile you've ever seen, and you are used to attending animal people.

"O...ok." you answer, not being able to avoid staring at those teeth.

"Ahn... so." He says.

"Yes?" you ask impulsively.

"The bread?" he looks at you with an worried expression.

"AH SURE!" You almost scream, back to reality. "How many will you want?"

"How many?" He scratches his head. "Damn it, I forgot to ask. Just a minute."

He runs off the store leaving you with the tongs and paper bag in hands. It takes a while before he comes back, but you get stuck in that position.

"So... forty, please. Fat Gum said: Stop loafing around and get the bread! Hahahahahaha!!" He starts laughing but you can see it is fake.

The guy slowly stops giggling and you can see his face becoming the same color as his hair.

"Aah... I guess my dough has sinked with this one." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

You can't even get yourself to force a laugh because seeing other people embarassed makes you nervous. You get the bread as fast as you can and handle it to him. Almost ten bags of bread.

"Wow. That is a loaf of bread!" he tries to make another pun and snaps his finger, blinking at you.

You stare at him almost without breathing. When Fat Gum makes these jokes he truly believes they are funny and his laugh makes you calm. But this guy seems to be doing this unwillingly, just like Suneater the first time he tried to buy bread(it was a disaster, both you and him almost passed out).

"He... here you go. Have a nice day. En... enjoy your bread." You stutter, bowing a little not only to say goodbye,but also to hide your face.

"You too."

You stare at each other, in shock. At this moment, Suneater always runs away as if his life depends on it, but this guy stays, looking deep at your eyes.

He sunddely starts laughing, this time, for real.

"Hahahahahaha!!! I am such an idiot. I am sorry. Here, nice work!" He hands you some extra money as a tip. "Hahahaha! You too. Wait for Denki to hear this."

As he goes away, you are feeling a little calmer. So... Fat Gum has a new sidekick now?!

Just to think about one more possibility of client for the 3 o'clock sweet bread batch you start to hiperventilate.

...

You arrive your apartment after a long day of work, put on some comfortable clothes and turn on the TV to listen while you are preparing some noodles for dinner.

"There has been a big increase of villain activity lately, seen All Might's recent retirement. We advise people to stay alert and communicate the authorities..." you run to change the channel.

You gasp for air, kneeled in front of the TV. You hate listening to anything related to heroes and villains, it brings you bad memories from when you were young. You can see yourself again, about eight years old, crying for help while a hero and a villain fight in front of you. This has traumatized you.

After a while, you get better, in the TV there is now a documentary about spring and flowers. This makes you calmer. They show a rose in the TV and you can't help but think about that guy who came to buy bread for Fat Gum. Red and sharp.

You laugh at the thought of it. A Red and sharp guy. What could his name be? Rose hero? You can't help but imagine his quirk being the ability of controlling roses, you can see him beating enemies by throwing sharp roses at them.

To think about that... that guy was pretty handsome.

...

3 o'clock. It is time for any of the three sweet bread buyers to come for the hot new batch. Would it be the funny Fat Gum? The anxious Suneater? Or the new supposed to be Rose hero?

The thougt of it starts giving you tachycardia. All you want is for it not to be weird.

The bell rings and there he is. The guy from yesterday with his too revealing costume and shark sharp smile.

"Hey! Some sweet bread, please!" He says as he stops in front of the display. "Forty loaves, please."

You let go a sigh of relief. No little jokes, no embarassment. Just a pretty normal client asking normally for an abnormal batch of sweet bread.

You hand him what he asked for and tell the price in a low voice.

"Ah! Fat Gum forgot to give me the money! Just a minute!" he says, and runs out of the store, leaving you with ten bags of bread in hands and a couple of costumers waiting to be attended next.

You can feel some cold sweat coming from your forehead while the impatient costumers stare at you, waiting for him to come back.

He rushes in, handing you the money with an unconfortable smile.

"I am very sorry..." he reads your name in your bage. "Y/n. Here it is."

"No problem." you stutter. "Ha... have a nice day."

"Ok! Good job!"

"You too."

You stare at each other realizing your mistake. He starts laughing.

"I guess our interactions are always going to be kind of weird,right?" he says, smiling at you with amusement. "I am Eijirou Kirishima. But my hero name is Red Riot. Nice to meet you, y/n."

"Ni...nice to..."

"Hey! Are you gonna buy something else or what?! There are more people in line!" The next costumer yells at him.

He straight up apologizes and goes away with the packs of bread, leaving you to a very stressed line of costumers to attend.

Every 3 o'clock, Red Riot is there with his sharp smile and cheerful personality. Everytime something goes wrong: he forgets the money, he asks you for the wrong quantity of bread and has to return to ask some more, out of anxiety you give him the incorrect change and has to chase after him to correct it, he pays you the wrong quantity, there is even a day he says "kisses, bye" as if he is endind a phone call and the worst thing is that you reply the same. He always laughs, but you feel like dying. Dealing with Suneater was better than this, even though it was bad, but now Red Riot was the only one to come.

Until this day. It is 3 o'clock, you are snapping your fingers anxiously, trying to prepare yourself for what is about to come. You hear the bell ring and turn to the door, but you find yourself facing a guy you've never seen before.

He is wearing an overcoat and sunglasses and starts wondering about the bakery without looking at you. Your manager is in the back and the other attendants are busy with clients, so you walk towards him to ask if he needs help.

"Excuse me." you say. "Can I help you with something?"

It happens fast. He grabs you by the wrist and then your neck, his other hand becomes a scissor and he puts it on your neck. Everyone screams in terror as all of his hair also become blades and threaten anyone who tries to escape.

"I will chopp your head off if you do anything funny!" he screams at you. "Now grab all the money from the register for me. If any of you move, everyone is going to die!"

He gives you a bag and takes you to the register. You feel dizzy and your eyes are blinded by tears. You try to remember the combination to open it up, but you are too nervous to remeber.

"Do it, right now!" he yells.

"I... I am sorry I don't... I can't..." you can feel the sharp razor against your skin.

"You useless prick!!" he yells and with one of the blades of his hair, he cuts the register open. "Now fill in the..."

You hear the bell of the door ringing and think that is it for you, someone is trying to escape. he is going to kill you. Then you see him,Red Riot, but the sharp teeth are now locked in an angry expression.

The villain attacks Red Riot with the blades on his hair, but they all break when they reach his skin. You see him becoming a rock made monster and coming towards you without hesitation.

He punches the villain away from you, he flies over the balcony, breaking an entire wall as he hits it. You fall on your knees and start crying.

"Hey!" you hear Red Riot's voice and feel his hands on your shoulder. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head negatively, but can't find strength to speak.

A bunch of scissors come towards you, but Red Riot defends you with his body. One of them scratches your cheek and you feel like you are about to pass out.

"Damn you, hero! I am gonna finish you!! You are gonna regret..."

The villain is captured by an octopus tentacle and pulled out of the store. You see him sink into Fat Gum's belly.

Everyonelse is cheering but you are about to colapse into a panic attack. That is when you feel a gentle hand huggin you over your shoulder and handing you a paper bag for you to breath into. It is Red Riot, he is smiling at you.

"It is ok now. You are safe, y/n"

Somehow, the sound of his voice calms you down.

...

After a tiring testimony for the pilice, you are free to go to your house. You see him first thing when you leave the station.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Red Riot asks you.

He is not wearing the mask or the soulder pads of his hero costume.

"I am now. Thank you for saving me." You say, bowing at him.

"It's ok! Hehe... it's my job to do it." He replies smiling at you, his face blushed. "So... do you want me to walk you home?"

You stare at him, not being able to chose what to reply.

"Actually, I have to do it. Fat Gum said so." He says. "So you don't have much of a choice."

You nod to him.

You walk in silence till you arrive your building.

"Thank you again for saving me." You say, bowing at him once more.

"Don't worry." He answers, bowing back at you. "It is my duty as a hero."

"You know, I don't like heroes a lot..." you say shrinking your shoulders and putting your head down. "I am afraid."

"Hãn? Afraid of heroes??"

"Ah!" You gasp, realizing you should not have said that. "Sorry, it was nothing. I... have to go now, I have classes in the morning."

"You are a student too?" He asks.

"Yeah... I work half time in the bakery... but I guess we won't be working for a while."

"Ah... right. Too bad, I will miss buying your bread. I got used to seeing you everyday."

You turn around to get into the building, but he holds you gently by the wirst.

"Can I have your number?" he asks.

You shriek in confusion and pull your wirst to yourself, taking some steps back. Red Riot jumps back, once your sudden reaction caught him off guard. You stare at each other, both as red as his hair.

"SORRY! SORRY! I shouldn't have..." he starts bowing at you in apologies. "It is just that Fat Gum talked so much about this! I think he ended up convincing me that... I am sorry, I am very sorry."

You shake your head and hands as a "no problem" sign, but he probably understands otherwise, once he starts to apologize even harder.

"If I give you my number, would you stop talking?!" You yell at him, taking your pen and notepad out of your uniform pocket.

You write it down as fast as you can and almost throws it at him, then, run to your appartament without even saying goodbye.

You slam the door behind you and lean against it, breathing heavily. You are a communication disaster...

You are tired, traumatized once again by villains and heroes.

Yet, you can't help but thinking about that sharp teethed smile. It makes you feel calm again.

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curly-cal · 5 years ago

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C.H | You Can Trust Me

Premise: (Y/N) finds it difficult to open up to Calum, but when the relationship turns to turmoil, a realisation washes over her.

Warnings: 50% angst 50% fluff

A/N: hi guys! This is a repost of a Calum prompt I wrote last year for someone on my old blog. It’s a fav so I thought I’d repost and share with y’all. Hope y’all like it x

Telling him was hard. You could see the words as clear as day in the back of your head, you knew they were true, you knew you meant them, they were, after all, your feelings for him, but it was too hard.

Being with Calum for as long as you two had been - a little over a year - you had so many fond memories with him. So many times your heart flipped and turned in the centre of your chest. So many times Calum told you he loved you, over and over again until he ran out of breath, or until he couldn’t kiss you anymore because his lips were so numb, but not once, not even quietly, could you tell him how you felt. You couldn’t return the words.

It made him angry, you knew, but most of all it upset him. It upset him so much that he would distance himself from you for a long period of time. You’d probably go a week without speaking. There may be a few shared words, a few small conversations, but that was all.

You knew you were hurting him by not returning those words, by not allowing yourself to fall vulnerable around him when all he did was let down his walls for you. But you couldn’t help it. Everytime you tried to say them back, Calum’s eyes would light up with hope and glee, but you’d choke and quickly close your mouth. Your breathing would fail you and your heart would sink as you watched the light in his eyes drain quicker than they lit up.

It was something inside you, the way you were made. You were never good with conversations, never good at explaining your feelings. Instead you hid them, locked them away in the back of your heart where they couldn’t be toyed with. It wasn’t what you wanted, sometimes you just wanted to scream, to yell at the world, justify your heartless actions, but you couldn’t. Instead you hid behind your hair and found yourself falling victim to yet another break up.

Things were somewhat different with Calum. You knew he fell guilty for the same thing, for pushing people away, distancing them and not allowing anyone the opportunity to grasp that little box at the back of his heart, where all his feelings hid. He was just like you, that was what drew you to him in the first place. A part of you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could pull each other out, and for him, it worked. You had in your hands that box, the one that was hidden for so long, but now you had both, and being owner of so many feelings was a lot harder than you could have ever imagined it to be.

Today wasn’t a great day so far. You woke up this morning to him telling you he loved you, and as he waited to see if you would say it back, you stared at him like a deer in headlights. You were sure the colour most definitely drained from your face.

He let out a low huff and shot up, his hands running over his face in annoyance. “Why are you even here then!” He practically screamed as he swung his legs out of the bed and stormed out of the room.

Tears slipped past your eyes as you heard the front door open and then slam shut, causing your body to flinch in return. Quickly you tugged the blanket up over your face to hide your tears as you felt Duke jump off the bed and run towards the noise.

All morning you waited, hoping he’d cool down and come back, hoping he wouldn’t leave you, he’d give you yet another chance. He’d let it slip his memory and you could both go back to normal. But you knew that wasn’t fair for him. You knew you were stringing him along, breaking his heart when you should be loving him, making his heart leap and flip around in his chest like he makes yours. You knew you had to make things better, you had to stop being a coward and face your fears, tell him how much he really did mean to you, tell him you couldn’t ever imagine yourself with anyone else.

God it was so easy to think them, all these thoughts that circled your head, they told you there could never be anyone else. Not in a million years. Not ever could you let yourself fall for someone the way you fell for Calum.

You sat at the island waiting for him to return home, your legs jumping and your hands shaking as you thought up all the different ways you could confess your love for him. Duke sat at your feet, a pouty look on his face as he watched the door, waiting for his dad to come home too. You sighed softly as you reached down and pat him. “I’m sure he won’t be too long.”

Suddenly the front door swung open and calum walked in, duke jumping up immediately and running towards him. You smiled as you watched his tail wag as he attempted to jump all over calum, and when you heard calum laugh in return, your heart flipped.

Suddenly his eyes turned on you and he let out a loud sigh as he bent down and picked up duke before making his way towards you, your breath hitched in your throat as you quickly sat up, preparing yourself for whatever conversation you were about to have.

Your face turned into a frown as you just watched Calum walk straight by you, not giving you a second glance as he made his way out the backyard with Duke. This time, your heart sunk.

You quickly swallowed down any tears that threatened to spill and jumped up. You knew you had to push yourself. You had to be the one to try this time.

You followed Calum out into the backyard, where his basketball hoop was and stopped a few feet in front of him, watching him as he played tug-a-war with Duke, his eyes looking up at you from the corner as he let out an unsatisfied sigh. “What do you want, Y/N?” he dropped the toy and stood up straight then turned to you as his arms crossed over his chest. “Come to rub in my face how much you don’t love me? Throw my words back at me?” He questioned, his tone slightly harsh and sending a sting through your chest.

You sighed as you shook your head. “Okay i guess i deserved that.” You whispered as you looked down at the ground. Immediately you began to fiddle with your fingers while you tried to muster up the nerve to tell him how you felt.

Calum watched you closely. He was confused, you were never the one to confront the other after a fight, he didn’t know what was happening, he was even a little scared. What would you have to say? Are you breaking up with him? His heart sunk as he imagined the words slip past your lips. As he imagined the venom and hate mixed amongst those words, along with the knowledge of you not loving him and god did he want to break down and cry. No, he wanted to beg. Beg you to love him, to stay with him. He couldn’t imagine his life without you, even if he did feel as though sometimes you never felt the same way. Could get use to it, get over it. He thought to himself. As long as he had you by his side, he’d be fine. He let out a small chuckle to himself. God he was pathetic.

Your ears pricked up at the sound of his chuckle and frowned as you waited for something nasty to spill past his lips, but all he did was whisper a quiet sorry and that’s when you felt guilty. Here you were, messing with his feelings, abusing them and he was the one apologising. You shook your head, anger towards yourself overcoming any nerves you had as you let out a loud groan.

“Calum i don’t know what to do!” You practically yelled as you looked over at him. “I have all this love for you inside me but no matter how hard i try, i just can’t reciprocate my feelings, and I have so many for you! so much love and appreciation and its like its locked inside me.” You let out a shaky breath in an attempt to try and calm your anger.

His eyes were on you, staring as he waited for you to continue, you didn’t know but his heart was in his mouth, he was on the edge of his seat. Here you were, finally telling him how you felt, carefully sliding your box from your chest and at arms length for him to grab, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He had to wait, see how much you were giving him, he didn’t want it to stop, he wanted to be selfish, to hear you tell him how much you loved him. He needed to hear it.

You stepped closer to him, and that’s when he noticed the tears threatening your eyes. “How do you do it? How is it so easy for you?” You whispered as you looked at him. You were lost, scared and unsure and he could see all of it. He could finally see you, here, in front of him, being vulnerable and he lost it.

He shook his head and quickly grabbed you, pulling you into his chest as he held you tight, his right hand secure around your waist while his left rubbed up and down your back. “I dont know, baby.. It just fell out. One day i looked at you and i knew i didn’t want anyone else to ever be here with me. All of my experiences, i realised i only wanted to share them with you.” he placed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed quietly. “I thought you didn’t love me, but you do.” He was talking to himself now, relief and realisation washing over him.

“I do..” You whispered into his chest. “So much, Cal.” You pulled away enough to look up at him and bit at your lip before speaking. “I know that i can be frustrating, and hard to read, but i really do have an immense amount of love for you.” You watched as his lips curled into a smile.

“Promise?”

You nodded and smiled back at him. “Promise. You can trust me, Cal. There’s no one else for me either. I’m sorry i put you through so much hardship.” You were whispering now as your hands rubbed gentle lines over his chest. “But you do have my heart, it’s yours to keep.”

A small peck was placed against your lips, Calums brown eyes staring down at you intently as he pulled away. “Thank you, i promise i’ll be gentle.”

#calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of sister #calum hood smut #calum good angst #calum hood fluff #calum hood one shot #calum hood imagine #calum hood fic #calum hood prompt #calum hood x reader

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years ago

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I have a very specific idea for an Andriel au but I'm too lazy to write it. Instead I'mma just dump it on here and come back to it later.

So.... Fem!Andreil

Neil 'Nathaniel' Josten -> Ania 'Nathania' Josten

Andrew Minyard -> Erin Minyard bc it sounds like Aaron

It's rare for Mary to leave Nathania on her on for long but once when she's about fifteen/sixteen she lets her walk home from school.

Some dudes manage to grab her on the way home. She's held down by three while the other one starts touching her. She's screaming and kicking and fighting but it's useless. She's built small and doesn't actually know how to fight.

Mary is concerned when Nathania doesn't come home so she sets out to find her and finds her baby in the middle of it all.

Needless to say she castrated all four of them and now the only ones they're sleeping with is the fishes

Anyways, her mom refuses to leave her side unless Nathania is at school

The last thing her mom says to her is "-ania" so she takes it as her name.

She moves out to Millport and she's just so dead. Depression hits my bby hard. Exy is the only thing that gives her life meaning.

The captain is a little *ssh*l*

He sees her and he sees how weak she is off the court and how broken she is.

He follows her one day and makes unsuccessful advances on her.

When she rejects him, he takes what he wants.

Ania's flashbacks hit hard and she lets it happen bc dissociation

Hernadez walks in on it one time and is about to get mad for not getting a room but he sees Ania's eyes and knows exactly what's happening.

The captain is kicked off the team and expelled. They can't prosecute bc Ania wont testify.

All of this plus seeing the scars on her when he caught the captain in the act is the reason Hernandez calles Wymack.

Most of the rest of the story is the same but sub in Erin.

Oh, Erin. I'm in love with her

Erin is equally as bad as Andrew but she gets a lot more shit about it bc she's a girl and somehow stereotypes for female sociopaths are worse by a lot. This one isnt even me playing up the drama. It's bad irl

So u know Erin smacks Ania with the racquet. Ania has massive panic attacks bc Wymack and Kevin are very big men and she's on her knees with no escape. Erin picks up on it and makes sure she keeps the men away. She doesn't know Ania but she's heard about the incident with the captain. She'll be damned if she lets anything happen to this girl.

She kicks the men out and faces Ania on her own. She forces herself to think as clearly as she can through the drugged haze and essentially tells Ania that she'll always be no one and nothing, but at least she can be a nothing that plays exy. Erin hates exy but she can tell exy is the only thing this girl wants and this girl is insanely pretty. Erin wants her. She knows she probably can't have her, but she'll make a good toy for the summer. She makes herself promise not to break her too early bc then she wouldn't have anything for the rest of the year. The truth is she's just so smitten by the new girl who just mouthed off to Wymack and, deep down, Erin knows that no amount of drugs is going to stop her from missing that pretty face and dirty mouth.

So she lets Ania sign the contract. They don't get to pull the twin thing because Erin and Aaron are fraternal twins you can't be different genders and be identical but they look exactly the same. Instead, both twins go to pick her up and Erin fakes her high. Ania sees through it because she notices Ania's obvious annoyance at her brother and anger at Nicky for doing something dumb.

Summer goes on the way it does in the book, but drying with Wymack is really hard for Ania. She minimizes her time in his house bc he's big and muscly and covered in tattoos and it just doesn't sit well with her. Wymack tries to make himself small around her and he's never raised a hand at her. He just keeps out of her way.

Ania meets the Foxes and nearly dies when she meets Matt. He'd just so tall. She realizes that he's just a puppy soon enough but her guard is always up around Seth. He's mean and she doesn't like the way he looks at her. Erin only ever intervenes in matters when it's Seth coming at her. She assumed that after a few failed attempts Seth would back off. He doesn't tho so Erin ends up being to teach him a lesson.

Also Erin doesn't drug her. Drugging is something Erin has experienced. Unlike with Matt, she's not going to force Ania to potentially relive this particular trauma. She gets her drunk tho with similar effects

So yeah. Story goes on. Drake happens but he's still a guy.

It causes a lot of problems for Erin in a different way. I feel like Andrew has trouble with his sexuality bc he wonders if his upbringing 'turned' him gay, but Erin wonders the same. Is she gay bc of how men have treated her? She tired to shove those thoughts down but they keep coming back.

She gets sent to therapy. Proust happens.

And then Fem!Riko happens Riko is a female name so I'm keeping it

When Riko threatens Erin, Ania throws hands. She agrees to go to evermore the way Neil does only a much worse fate awaits her

Riko keeps her in the same bedroom as her and will handcuff her to the bed. She uses Ania to get off + cuts her up

Jean knew about the knives but not the rape.

When he finds out, he actually grows a spine and intervenes.

He's punished severely for it, but Riko lets up on Ania.

She comes home only to find out about Proust and she's mad. Ania took all of Riko' s treatment bc she assumed it meant that Erin would be spared the same thing. Instead they were both forced to relive their old trauma and got a new one too.

The "Doesnt mean I wouldn't blow you" scene is a thing but it's 'Doesn't mean I wouldn't eat you out".

They're on the roof during Ania's panic attack.

Erin grabs her face and pulls her close til their foreheads are touching and they sit there staring into each other's eyes. It settles something deep inside Ania and she finally calms down enough to stop crying.

When she does, she asks Erin how she can still have sex after everything

Erin just stares off into the distance bc honestly? She asks herself the same question all the time. She asks Ania if she ever touches herself and Ania says that there are times shes wanted to but she never tried bc she's afraid

Erin explains that if Ania wants to get better, she has to first let herself want. Only then could she ever start to heal.

Ania looks at her like she's crazy but the next time Ania is in the mood she accepts it. She tried for the first time and she focuses incredibly hard on the sound of Erin' s voice bc it keeps all her monsters at bay.

In the short time leading up to Baltimore, Erin teaches Ania to let go of the past and to want things for herself.

Erin preaches a lot of self love to Ania in that time. It always comes off kind of harsh bc it's Erin' s nature, but Ania knows what she means. She understands. Despite how much Erin preaches, she still has a hard time loving/caring about herself. She does all the exercises like standing in front of the mirror and telling herself she's good and taking time off to rest and just self care things, but she's been playing up the monster act for a long time. She doesn't have the outside validation she needs to get herself together. Ania sees this and she starts telling Erin how proud she is of her and how great she is. They aren't just throw away remarks either. Like, she knows not to overdo it, but she starts giving Erin the positive influence she needs.

The rooftop scenes after midnight practice with Kev are still a thing, however, Ania and Erin have also been sharing a room since their return from Easthaven and Evermore. They just do it I'm the roof so no one hears them. Ania always gets sent down first while Erin takes care of herself. She showers before Erin returns, but when she hears the locks click open she always gives Erin a bright smile. Erin just looks at her with empty eyes.

Erin herself is not empty. Ania's been getting to her. Everytime Ania thanks her for something or compliments her it sends a jolt through her body. She always feels a little high for a few hours after Ania's words. She wants to show Ania how much she's worth. She wants to give her everything in the world. Ania doesn't deserve all the things she's faced and it hurts Erin so much to know that she's faced them anyways. Erin is in love with Ania and she knows it. She's not even denying it to herself anymore. But Erin believes that once Ania gets better, she'll move on. She believes that she's just a phase and once Ania's better, she'll finally get to be court and get what she deserves. Erin is absolutely convinced that Ania will marry Kevin and ask her to be the maid of honor. Erin has made up her mind that she'll do it even if it kills her. Of course all of this is just the musings of Erin when she's alone in her car. None of this happens.

Erin really doesn't want Ania to leave her and she's starting to have trouble keeping all the emotion down. The only bits of open affection she shows are when Ania is coming down from her climax. Erin will trace patterns over Ania's ruined skin and press soft kisses to her scars. She's imagined herself telling Ania that she loves her a thousand times, but she can never bring herself to do it. Instead she tries to press every ounce of her love into those kisses and hopes Ania will one day understand.

The other little piece of affection she shows is when she comes back to the dorms at night. Ania is usually sitting on her bed drying her hair. Erin always takes the towel and scrubs Ania's hair for her. She blowdries it and then she carefully does them into a pair of boxer braids. She makes Ania sit in a stool in front of the mirror in their bathroom while she does it because she likes to watch Ania's expression she really likes having her hair played with so braiding works out well for her

Then Baltimore is a thing aamd it goes down exactly as it does in the books

She comes home from it all and sees her Foxes

And then there's Erin. Erin was in pieces after she found out the truth from Kevin. She didn't cry in front of the Foxes but as soon as she'd punched a few walls and kicked a few things, she collapses away from them. Wymack is there for this and for once in her life, Erin lets a man touch her. He pulls her into his arms and she sits there and she sobs hysterically. Wymack had always known what was up. Erin had spent the last year showing up drunk at his house and ranting and raving about Ania to no end. He'd pieced it all together far too quickly for Erin' s comfort but he's always seem through her facade before. Of course he did then too. It takes her a long time to calm down and when she does she shows out of his arms n is pacing the room angrily bc there's nothing else to do now other than wait.

Then there's spring break and it happens the same as the books

The rest of the book is the same honestly, but you see Erin learn to love herself and Ania learn to accept wanting things like sex and cuddles and physical contact in general. They both learn to believe that they deserve love from their new families and that they deserve each other.

#just a pipe dream #andreil #fem!andreil #the foxes #the foxhole court #the foxhole court au #tfc hc #tfc #tfc au #aftg au #aftg hc #aftg #all for the gay #all for the game #rape #rape mention #trigger warning

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louu-7 · 4 years ago

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everything i don’t know

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CHAPTER 8:

I’m sitting here since maybe half an hour, Sarah came once, to see what happened, but I said that she had to go with the others to enjoy and let me deal with it. I have no idea of what is the solution to these issues, I don’t know if I should stay or come back home, and I don’t know if my Dad’s meant what he said or if it just was to hurt me and make me come back.

I didn’t know words could hurt that much, but I guess I’ll experience even worse in the future, it’s called life, and it’s not supposed to be easy… I mean, for some person everything’s perfect, and beautiful, and kind, but, who’s really believing in this kind of life? Because I gave up for a long time now.

I stopped crying, and I realized I was fucking ridiculous, and stronger than that. Well, I thought that I was stronger than that but I’m weak. “Eh, what happened?” Kie’s voice surprise me as I look at her out of the corner of my eye, incapable of fainting a smile. “Nothing, just enjoy the party, that’s... it doesn’t matter.”

“Girl did you see you? You look like a zombie, I’m not joking.” She laughs a little and sits next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. “C’mon, what’s wrong?”

“My father, he just wants me to come back, that’s nothing, I’m just ridiculous as fuck right now. I swear I’m not childish I just lost my… my composure.”

“That’s OK, I don’t think you’re a kid, not as much as these guys over there at least, because they’re the craziest kids I know.”

We smile as our eyes sweep the water, with the sun reflection, and the little moves that makes the marsh shine. That’s really relaxing to be here while thinking about my shitty existence. “If you’re not comin’ back home then come with us, you’ll have fun and think about somethin’ else, get up.”

She stands up and takes my hands to encourage me to stand up at my turn, but I raise hesitantly my shoulders. I can’t stop thinking about this situation, I don’t think they can understand how my father can be… scary and just so… cold, even with his own family. “No, I-”

“Thara, you clearly don’t deserve to stay here alone OK, get up and c’mon, let’s have fun!” She smiles at me and I sigh, before standing up under her support. We join the others and I try to keep a smile on my face, even if my eyes are betraying me. “What happen, I though you just were on a call?” John B asks, quit concerned.

“Don’t worry that’s, hum, that’s nothing, just enjoy today. I’m sorry, for the phone, it ruined everything.”

“Nah, it could’ve happen to anyone of you, that’s OK.”

We sit here all and talk while eating a lot of cake, then we put a little bit of music, and the girls are doing an amazing duo when it comes to dance. I never been a good dancer, so I’m just staying here, looking at them both, beaming and smiling to life. Whereas I can’t enjoy, even if I tried.

The stress is just filling me when I starts to think of the conversation I’ll have with my Dad tonight, I’m scared that he completely lock me up, I’m not ready to stop hanging out with these people that I already love for the most part.

The girls are taking me away from my thoughts when they both take one of my hand to make me dance with them. After a while dancing, with the boys running everywhere and screaming the lyrics, and 2:30pm past, we all decide to change and get onto the boat. I send a message to Alyssa where I’m completely beginning her to say to Dad that I came home and that I come back in two hours maximum.

She responds quickly and my heart melt at the second where I read it.

"i do it just bc i love u and i don't want dad to yell at u, but if u wanna hang out b more careful, i'm not onna b able to have ur back everytime. enjoy and b at home in an hour and a half, mom's comin back sooner, love u"

I smile and put back my phone in my back pocket as the boat starts. We continue to have fun and I feel like I finally have a normal life. Pope and John B grab their respective girlfriends and throw them in the water before jumping into it with their clothes on. The smile on my face widen and I sit, looking at them with sparkling eyes and happiness running in my body.

“JJ c’mon bro, the water’s good, Thara, jump!” John B shouts out before Sarah and Kie drown him, laughing at his face when he comes back to the surface. “Guys, come on why aren’t you have a bath it’s John B’s day, let’s enjoy!” Kie looks at JJ and me as I frown and raise my shoulders. “Maybe later, I-”

“No you’re comin’ right now, sorry for you.” John B’s coming and gets back on the boat to grab me, but I stand up and back up, looking at him smiling and determined to put me into the water. “I know it’s your birthday but I’m not in the mood I got some problems and-”

“I don’t care it’s my birthday, just forget your problems.”

“It’s not that easy, if it was I knew it.” I laugh and the border of the boat stop me from back up more. “Aren’t you a little stuck?” He raises his eyebrows and at the moment where I try to run away he catches me and throws me over the boat.

A scream escapes from my mouth and I dive, coming back to the surface as soon as I can and show him my middle finger. “Man it’s the second time, when are you gonna leave me alone?” I laugh and he raises again his shoulders as an answer.

I’m home, my mother’s just came back and I didn’t have the time to shower so lets pray, because if she smells the scent of the salt water on my hair I’m dead. We’re in front of the TV with Alyssa when she comes into the room and looks at me nastily. “I apologized, I’m sorry, no need to look at me-”

“Stop.” I grit my teeth a she continues to stare at me like I was nothing. “Please stop because you have no idea what Dad said to me, I think now I understand how I’m the shame of the family.”

“Whatever he told you, you certainly deserved it young girl. You can’t get out of this house, is it clear?”

“Yes, just leave me alone, your all always on my back and I’m tired of-”

“Don’t speak to me like that Thara, I am not responsible of your acts, you wanna be treated like an adult so be an adult, don’t behave like a capricious five years-old girl.”

I don’t respond and let her talk, I don’t want to be arrogant or disrespectful towards her, but with Dad they’re way to harsh on me lately, for nothing. “I hope you enjoyed your little trip because it’ll be the last one before a long time.”

“Yeah, it was pretty cool. Cooler than everything I did with you at least. I must go, I have things to do. Good night.” I stand up and walk to the stairs under the cold look of my dear mother. “Because you don’t eat tonight?”

“No, the call of Dad put me off the food, enjoy the meal without your ridiculous and naive little girl, you’ll be chilled, just the four of you without me.”

I join my room and sigh as I press my back over the door. I don’t know why but every time I’m arguing my heartbeats are so quick that I can barely breath…

My mind suddenly make me think about the gun that I saw in my Dad’s office the other day. I let myself slide against the door and the fact that to have a gun in my house is certainly not a good thing hit me. Why do he owns a fucking gun? Did he killed people? Is it only to protect us?

And, what are they so close to? What could I mess up? All this questions are invading my mind, and I start to imagine a whole bunch of horrible things they could do. Are they really at the head of a vineyard or is it something else? Like a drug network. Oh my God, no, that’s not possible. Is this like, a quest to find someone? And are they killing people who knows to much or who don’t know anything?

Are Isaac and Alyssa aware of this damn secret? No, Aly would talk to me about it, I’m almost sure of it. But what if Isaac is in, and not Alyssa because they know that I’m closer to her than to Isaac?

The whole thing is saying that they’re fucking scared of me or of what I could do. And it’s obvious, I’m rejected of everything, they all can go outside, so maybe they’re meeting somewhere to talk about drug, or about a dark business like killing people for money, or anything else.

I wince and a feeling of being sick is taking me, as I feel more and more sickened by all this thing. I don’t have any proof, except the gun, and this conversation, but I need to know more about this thing that they’re hiding from me.

It’s later in the evening, I had a shower and finished my book, but I have to admit my stomach hurts so bad, the lack of food in my body’s gonna killing me if I don’t eat anything before sleep, so I decided to go to the kitchen.

The thing is, on my way I heard voices in my Dad’s office, and I’m actually listening to a conversation between my whole family, without me. Everything’s OK. I can’t hear everything but it’s so weird, they’re talking about some gold and places where it could be hiding at the moment. Neither my family’s completely crazy nor I’m off beam. “We’re really close, I think we’re on the right path.”

Be on the right path for what? This “gold”. I can’t believe that shit, there’s no gold on this island, nothing. I sigh, tired of waiting in front of the door since forever, and go to the kitchen to get me some food. The chocolate catch my eyes but I hold myself back and pick a fruit smoothie and some pancakes.

The door’s opening and the voices get louder. They’re pretty good actors though, I’d never though they were hiding something big from me.

“What are you doing here this late?”

“Hi, Dad, how are you since our little call? I hope it felt good to insult me and unleashed your anger at me.”

“Don’t start to get on my nerves and go to sleep.”

“Yeah, because I’m ridiculous, I play the perfect little girl. Or maybe the coward, I don’t remember.”

“Thara please, I got a long day.”

“Oh, me too. At least I have friends to talk to, we’re not all lonely as fuck.” I don’t bat an eye and he loudly sigh as I walk next to him.” Good night, daddy.

Maybe sometimes they’ll understand what I want them to understand, in other word that I want to be treated like Isaac and Alyssa, not like a little capricious girl. I’m not this kind of person but they keep on pretending I am in front of everyone. Anyway I come back to my room and eat my snack before putting myself under my sheets and fall asleep like a baby.

Footsteps don’t stop to resonate since an eternity and even if I managed to fall back asleep three times this night with these sounds and my Dad’s voice, I’m not gonna do it a fourth time. I get up, the floor is freezing my whole body as I slowly walk to my door to open it and glance over the corridor. Nothing. He’s downstairs, fuck…

I walk like a zombie to join the stairs but the front door’s opening make me stop, even step back a little not to be seen. What the hell… Two men are coming in as my Dad’s welcoming them discreetly, they talk a little, whispering, and I can’t hear anything from where I am.

Their loud footsteps make me think they’re joining the living room, or the kitchen, and they start to talk aloud. Who are they? And what the fuck are they talking about at 4pm… I sit on the first step of the stairs and listen with attention their conversation.

The gold again, what’s the point? Is really there some million dollars hiding somewhere on the island? No way, that’s just not possible, not in our world. We’re not in a movie.

“Thara, what are you doing here?”

hii! sorry for the little waiting, i finally saw my family bc lockdown is over in France, i took a lil bit of time for me. this chapter's not good but i worked a lot on the plot lately, a lot of thing's gonna happen soon, at least i hope ^^

i hope everything's good for you, i hope your family's good too and, yeah, love uu thank u to read me, byye!

#outerbanks #pogue #kook #secret #johnb #pope heyward #jj maybank #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #mystery #gold

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