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lil-spider · 1 year ago

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 6

Part 5 : Part 7 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: How was this chapter? Sorry it took so long been busy lol. Also I have like 18 story ideas for Johnny and some of them will be super freaky/fucked up but I’m not sure if that will be liked or not.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Johnny and I enter the house together. He returns me back to Sissy, who is working diligently on the washing. Just before Johnny leaves, he discreetly grabs my buttcheek really hard, making me embarrassingly squeak. He laughs out while walking away after seeing my red face. Now that Johnny is gone, I calm down, fix my appearance, and proceed to help Sissy with the laundry.

She notices me walking towards her and smiles. "Heya pumpkin, mind hanging out these for me?" She says this while soaking the clothes in a tub of clean water, twisting out the dirt, and scrubbing them. I grab the clean pile and place the damp laundry into a nearby basket. I go out to the backyard to hang them on this flimsy line. Though I'm extra careful when I come across Johnny's clothes, I display them more neatly than the rest.

While the washing dries, Sissy and I get to the dishes. We converse as we work. "Your help has been so wonderful, sugar." She claps her hands happily. "Hopefully I'll get to show my music collection later on." She makes It seems like something is going to happen to me. "Why are you hopeful, Sissy?" I ask.

She's developing a wide, devious grin. "Tonight is the night you're finally going to eat your' little blonde friends, and if ya' eat em’, ya' get to live with us!" Her smile drops when she sees my disturbed face. She grabs my hands and brings herself into my personal space. Making me uncomfortable.

"Promise me ya' eat the food, sug? I really like ya' and I'll hate for ya' to get killed like ya’ friends." She frowns, squeezing my hands hard and awaiting my answer.

"I promise." I tell her quietly, not really having a choice. I'm scared of how quickly Sissy can get upset. I can’t forget who she is underneath all that sweetness.

I don't want to eat humans, no less my friends, but what other options do I have?

"Johnny wants ya' to eat too, ya' know?" She slyly says stepping back, sprinkling more salt to my wound. "Ya' don't wanna disappoint him now." My heart squeezes at the thought of upsetting him.

"I'll do it; I'll eat." I tell her more confidently. She smiles joyfully. "That's a good girl!" After that, we return to work. I grimace, feeling emotionally overwhelmed and sticky. My thighs are covered in a mix of Johnny's dried cum and saliva. He just had to fuck me right after a lovely shower. Now I have to wait until tonight to have another one. That's if I survive tonight...

No backing out; I'll eat the food and earn my keep. I want to stay alive. I want to be with Johnny.

“We gotta feed Grandpa.” Sissy mentions interrupting my train of thought. She points to a bucket across the room that’s got a bloodied sack hanging over it, draining blood into the tub. It was not a very pleasant sight or smell. She grabs two vials from the kitchen sink, bringing them to the tub. Filling them up.

"We will feed him together and then make lunch; Pa’s here, so he’s making dinner tonight. You're going to love it! He's an award-winning cook, ya know." She tells me cheerfully as she finishes filling the vials.

We go to the living room, where her grandpa is. He appears to be on his deathbed. I grimace a little as I look him over. Is he even alive? Sissy informs me that he's incredibly over one hundred years old, and his secret is fresh blood. “The fresher the better!” She exclaims. “Especially from the pretty ones, it keeps him going."

She gives me a vial, pushing me forward. “This is Y/N grandpa; she is our little maid, and she's going to feed you' today.” Sissy giggles, grabbing my reluctant hand and bringing it up so the vial touches his dry lips, forcefully moving my wrist so the red liquid pours into his mouth.

I cringe from disgust as the blood slides into his mouth. He lets out these gleeful groans, sucking up the blood.

“There you go, grandpa, isn’t she lovely?" Sissy pulls me aside to give her veil of blood to him. "Grandpa has always loved pretty gals. Y/N, you've made him very happy." I sigh at her words, hoping I don’t have to do this every day. It's too gross.

By the time we finish up with Grandpa and fold the laundry, the afternoon slowly starts rolling into the night, and soon so will dinner.

Sissy and I are currently watering the flowers around the house, trimming the dead branches, and tidying up their appearance. While I finish the last rose bush, the smell of what’s being cooked for dinner makes its way to my nose. And shit, it smells amazing. "Ooh, I’m so excited for dinner, sugar; I know it’s going to be a treat!” Sissy exclaims. Opposite to her, I’m absolutely wrecked with anxiety. I’m going to be a different person after tonight.

The next thing you know, we hear that familiar bell ring. “Come on, sug, first ones in, first one served.” She skips over, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. She’s very forceful today.

I feel a lot tenser than usual; my stomach is hallow as I sit down at my usual spot with Sissy. This time, Bubba is helping Drayton with dinner. Dishing up everything, he’s wearing a feminine-looking mask while in a purple suit. I guess he dressed up for the occasion.

Nubbins and Johnny walk in, taking their usual spots, with Johnny right in front of me. Looking at me with his typical grin. I look down into my lap, unable to hold eye contact with him; he leaves me feeling so flustered.

Bubba comes behind me and places down what looks like a normal bowl of chilli, which I know is something much more sinister. Don’t think about it; if I start acting up, it will be the end. Take a deep breath and calm down; it’s just normal chilli.

Drayton, last to arrive, sits down with Bubba. All eyes are on me, like hawks waiting for me to take the first bite. I shut my eyes. It’s not a big deal; just imagine you with normal people eating a normal dinner. I shakily grab a spoon and scoop a sample of the food into my mouth. It’s tragically delicious.

Tears roll down my face as I hungrily eat seconds, and cheers and laughter roar around at me, Johnny and Sissy especially. Shining their pearly whites ear to ear. The rest of the family starts to dig in. Devouring their food down greedily—it's all just white noise to me.

Same as yesterday, Sissy, and I clean up after everyone. I’m silent while I clean the dishes, unlike Sissy, who is joyfully singing around the kitchen. I feel queasy, but I got to get over it. It doesn’t matter now; what’s done is done.

It’s late. After having another shower, I hoped to get some sleep, but it’s impossible, so now I'm just lying on my bed in just some panties and a shirt, staring up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move from the strong wind.

I hear creaking from the stairway as familiar, heavy footsteps come to my door. I sit up, waiting as the door opens. Johnny walks in quietly, closing the door behind him.

He turns around and, of course, grins. He checks out my appearance, his gaze heavy on my chest, nipples poking out of the cold, looking down to my bare legs on display.

He glides over to me and sits on the bed, making it creek. He takes off his shoes and climbs further up. Sitting next to me, he places his large hand on my thigh, squeezing it.

Johnny looks me in the eyes with lust and something new. “I’m proud of you.” He says softly, grabbing my chin for a kiss. My heart flutters and pounds. The love I have for him deepens. I kiss back at him, and soon our tongues meet and fight. He tastes like cigarettes and mint. I lightly moan into his mouth as he inches closer to me and grips my shoulders.

He pushes back against the bed, climbing over me and sliding his hands down my body, feeling me up. I spread my legs when I feel his hands on them. He rubs my clit through my panties. “This pussy always so wet for me.” He admires rubbing his thumb down on the wet patch. I gasp and move my hips against his thumb.

“Johnny, please, I want you.” I beg him. I want his fat cock in me already. I bite my lip, thinking about it. The girth and veins. The way it bounces against his stomach when he pulls it out makes my pussy clench. My cunt throbs the more I imagine it. Fuck, I’m so horny for him.

“Just take my cock, sweetheart; don’t worry bout’ a thing.” He gets off the bed and begins to undress himself. Pulling off his black shirt, revealing his deliciously scarred body and thick muscles. His jeans come down, letting his swollen cock spring out. I don’t take my eyes off him; he’s so handsome it’s mesmerizing.

Johnny grins, noticing my staring, but unlike before, I don't feel shy. It's different this time. I want this; I want him. I take off my clothes, starting with my shirt. I sit up and slowly peel it off, showing him my chest. I play with my tits, pressing my fingers into my nipples. giving him a little show.

"Look who’s enjoying herself now.” Johnny speaks as he comes up to me, pulling my hands away from my chest. He climbs back over me. I lay down while he sits between my legs.

He places his hot mouth on my hard nipple, sucking it. while his free hand pinches and twists the other. I pant while gripping his hair tightly.

He pulls back up, grabbing my underwear and sliding it off. I spread my legs further for him, giving a full view of my drenched pussy to his appreciative eyes.

"Fuck, darlin' I’m so glad I kept you.” His words shoot electricity down to my cunt. I'm feeling so hot under his stare. I need him to touch me.

"Johnny, I need you inside me, please." I beg him. Johnny hums, still staring at my bare body. He grasps my knees, spreading my legs painfully further. He smiles at seeing my clit twitch.

"Here, darlin' does this feel good?" Johnny rubs his thick shaft against my clit, giving me a smidge of relief. I reply back with breathy moans. He slips further between my legs, getting into a comfortable position.

“You did so good today, sweetheart.” He whispers as he moves further up, kissing me from my chest to my neck. I hold onto his wide shoulders while he teases me.

He's being surprisingly gentle. I must have really made him happy during dinner. He's so handsome, and he's being so sweet. I feel safe with him. I want more of this. I want to be his forever.

His knees sit on the edge of the bed as my legs sit on his hips. Johnny places his hands next to my head for balance while he slowly slides his throbbing cock into my pussy. We both groan at the sensation. I dig my nails into his shoulder hard, still feeling tender from our last fucking.

He’s moving very slowly, taking his cock in for only a few inches and moving it back out. Fucking me softly in missionary, he continues his gentle thrusts while looking down at my face. I keep clenching around his cock, wanting more, now feeling dissatisfied. I move my hips against him, wanting him to speed up, but he continues to be gentle, smirking as he patiently sits his cock still in me.

I whine as fat tears fall out, frustrated with a pulsing cunt and clit. I need more of for him. I whine as Johnny chuckles licking up the tears falling down across my face.

“So needy.” He groans, speeding up, getting a steady rhythm. I nod my head in agreement, moving up to kiss him deeply.

He groans and kisses me back, now getting rougher while shoving his tongue in my mouth. I moan in enjoyment, wrapping my arms around his neck as I finally get more of his cock. It’s hitting that perfect spot, making me break away from the kiss and throw my head back, crying out loudly.

His hair is falling out of place as his thrusts get harder, dark locks framing his face while he bites his bottom lip. My hands grip his wrists to steady myself. God, he is a sight.

I wiggle my hips into his thrusts, grinding on him. He groans and lowers himself, putting his head into my neck. I can hear his heavy breathing and low moans; it sends shocks to my pussy. My clit pulse is now hungry for attention.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, sweetheart.” He groans into my neck, and my clit twitchs in agreement. “Yes!” I moan while my hand slides down between us, rubbing at my clit. "Yeah, darlin, rub your little clit.” He moans, licking his hot tongue along my neck as he keeps hitting my sweet spot.

"You're going to cum with me.” He decides, speeding up his thrusts and making the bed creek loudly. He pounds into me faster, working us both closer. My free hand grips his shoulder as I feel that familiar sensation. I rub my clit faster almost there. “I’m about to cum Johnny.” I whine to him, my pussy tightening around his cock, making him grunt.

"Oh, good girl.” He grunts out while I cum on his cock. My cunt constricts his shaft as I orgasm. Johnny’s cock twitches, and with one final hard thrust, he finishes deep inside me. Drowning my pussy with his seed.

He pulls out his wet cock and rolls over next to me. He's running his hands back through his hair, catching his breath. “Johnny?” I say his name softly, turning my head to look at him.

“Yeah doll?” He asks as he sits up, stretching. “Could you please stay the night?” I ask with hopefulness.

"Sure, doll, after one cig.” He smiles at my request. I feel the butterflies again in my stomach as I witness a softer side of him.

I clean myself up as he has his post-sex cigarette. I get under the cool bedsheets. Feeling fucked out and tired, soon he slides into the bed next to me, warping an arm tightly around my chest as we fall asleep.

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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Forced To Believe Chapter 30- Trying To Gain Momentum

Chapter Summary: Morgan continues to have targets on her back while Punk butts heads with her

Words: 3,000+

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'Smackdown'

The Rhodes Brothers were already in the ring while The Shield jumped over the barricade. Morgan was frowning.

"Morgan looks like she's in a sour mood." JBL pointed out.

"Well, she did get kissed by Goldust," Cole said. "Roman and Seth take on The Rhodes Brothers for the WWE Tag Team Champions."

Morgan and Dean go on commentary as the match starts.

"How are you, Morgan?" Cole asked.

"I'm doing good. I'm just surviving and chilling." She replied.

'Sure...' Dean thought.

He was gonna make her eat those words.

"You sure?" JBL asked. "What's been going on?"

"Well, that crazy gold psycho in the ring kissed me and I'm going to get revenge on him tonight." She declared.

"Not if I get to him first..." Dean glared at Goldust.

"You know, you've been acting pretty weird since Monday. Are you okay?" She asked him, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, never better."

"Do you think Cody and Goldust have The Shield's number?" Cole asked.

"First of all, nobody has The Shield's number," Dean stated. "The Shield has had everybody's number. Look at the list of superstars that we've taken out and defeated. I don't have enough time in this broadcast to list the number of superstars we put on the shelf. Let me ask you, Michael, where's The Undertaker these days? He's probably still in London where we left him laying. Where's The Rock these days? He can't hang anymore, he's in Hollywood."

Later on in the match, The Shield start to take control of Cody.

"So, what are your plans for the new year? We know you lost the title. How do you feel?" JBL asked Morgan.

"A little disappointed but I lost to a better woman. I'm not going to be champion forever. I'll just have to earn another title shot. That's going to be my New Year's resolution. To try to earn another title shot." She replied.

"Earn?" Cole asked.

"What do you mean earn? She earns her stuff." JBL retorted to Cole.

"Yes. Earn, Michael. Right now Natalya is going to be up against AJ for the title. It's her time to shine. I'm rooting for her." She replied.

"So Morgan, what's been going on with you and CM Punk," Cole asked. "You've been having quite the targets on your back."

"I don't mean to have targets on my back. People just love to feud with me. But they just don't seem to remember that I can drop them just...like...that." she snapped her fingers.

"CM Punk says he's after me. Well, go ahead. I'm not scared of him. If he wants to fight with me, then we can rumble. I can't run away or hide by The Shield. I need to be responsible for my actions. I kicked Punk in the face. I did it. I did it on Raw and I admit it." She continued. "I know what I did and I know Punk has a problem with that. So, if he wants to grow some balls and step up to The Shield's Girl, then he can take me on one on one and I can give him the Morganizer, a backfire and the breakdown to shut him up and take him back to Chicago. He does not know who he's messing with. I am from Philly. He may think I'm all talk but no action but once he steps in the ring with me, it's over. D.O.N.E. He's done. Finished!" She motioned her hand to her neck like she was slicing her neck.

"Be careful what you say. That may come back to haunt you." Cole replied.

Morgan had a feeling that it would but she loves a challenge. "I know that. But, I have to step up to my actions and deal with the consequences. The Shield can't always help me and I proved that I can do things alone at Survivor Series."

"This is why I love a woman with confidence," Dean smirked at her.

In the ring, Cody starts to fight back and he throws Seth out of the ring. During this, he hits the announce table as Dean stands up.

"He moved our table. Come on buddy. Get back in there." Ambrose said.

"I hope he's okay." Morgan looks concerned.

Seth gets in the ring and manages to tag in Reigns but Cody tags in Goldust. Goldust starts to take control and do his signature moves. Meanwhile, Dean was biting his knuckles.

"You all right?" She chuckled at Dean.

"Yeah, I'm not worried, just excited," Dean replied.

Later on, Cody hits Seth with the Cross Rhodes and Ambrose runs into the ring to break Cody's pin on Seth as the bell rings.

"I knew that was gonna happen...I knew it..." Morgan said. Dean starts to attack Cody until CM Punk runs out with a chair. "Great...It's him."

Punk runs down the ramp and hits Roman with the chair twice. He runs in the ring as Dean runs out of the ring. Goldust gets in the ring to help Cody as The Shield regroups.

"Are you kidding me?" Morgan yelled at Punk as she removed her headset.

As The Shield regrouped, Vickie was on the titantron and made the match a 6 man tag team match.

"What's she talkin' about? Six man tag? Are you kiddin' me!?" Seth yelled as Dean tried to calm him down.

When they get in the ring, Morgan is at ringside and Punk takes control of Dean.

"Come on Dean! Break his neck." Morgan cheered.

"I'll break yours if you don't shut your mouth." Punk turned his attention to her.

"I wish you would! I am not scared of you, cookie monster!" She snapped. "I dare you to put a finger on me! Do you wanna get hurt?"

Near the end of the match, Morgan was near the ramp, watching the match. Dean was put in the GTS position by Punk but all of a sudden, the Wyatt Family's opening surrounds the arena and the arena goes black. The light comes back on and the Wyatts appear at the end of the ramp.

"Oh, we got company," Cole said as Punk got distracted.

Morgan turned around and looked at Bray. "I thought I told you to leave me alone." She exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at him

"We simply came for Punk, my rose," Bray replied with a sick smile as she backed away from them.

Dean turns to Punk and attacks him from behind as The Shield takes control of him. The Wyatts attack Goldust and Cody before Punk could tag them in and the faces get beat up by the heels.

The Usos run into the ring and attack the Wyatts as a brawl occurs. Then, Rey runs into the ring to clear house. Outside the ring, Luke is attacking Goldust and sees Morgan near him.

Morgan was keeping her distance and watching the action in the ring. She thought it would be best to keep herself out of more trouble.

Suddenly, Luke picks up Goldust and brings him to her. She looks at Luke in confusion and then looks at Goldust.

Luke wanted to give Morgan what she wanted. She wanted revenge on Goldust and he decided to give that to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking confused.

"You wanted revenge, correct? Don't stray, get your revenge." He said.

As much as Morgan hated to admit it, she had a soft spot for Luke. She thinks that he has a heart even though he is with the Wyatts.

She grabs Goldust and hits him with the backfire.

"What? Morgan and Luke Harper working together? This is scary. The Shield and Wyatts working together. I wonder what's going on between them." Cole said as the crowd chanted 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Morgan gets up and looks at Luke. She wasn't expecting to get Goldust back this quickly but she was thankful for what Luke did for her. She decides to give him a small smile. A smile wouldn't hurt. Call her crazy but she actually forgot the fear she had for the Wyatts as she looked at the bearded, strong, and erratic man in front of her.

"Thanks." Morgan turned around but he grabbed her wrist and she turned around to face him.

"You're welcome," Luke mumbled and released her but then they turned their attention to the stage.

"Excuse me! No! No! No! Excuse me!" Vickie yelled as she walked onto the stage. "This chaos will not continue, not on my show, not on Smackdown! I demand order!"

"This match is now a 12 man tag team match!" She announced as the crowd cheered.

Later on in the ring, CM Punk was in the ring with Bray Wyatt. He was out of the ring and saw Morgan, glaring at him.

"What? What are you gonna do? Step up, I'm ready." She motioned Punk to come at her.

Punk smirked and made a loud slapping sound with his hands and fell down. The crowd cheered once the ref looked at Punk and then Morgan.

"I didn't do it! He faked it! He faked it! He's faking it! He's not really hurt!" She tried to explain.

"That's it! You're out of here!" Ref yelled as the crowd erupted in cheers and The Shield start to protest.

She shot Punk a dirty look. "Bastard! I'm gonna frickin' kill you!" She yelled while Punk grinned and waved goodbye to her.

"I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you Punk!" She reluctantly walked up the ramp.

Morgan tweets 'Well it looks like the #CookieMonster is going to be #Morganized real soon. Thanks for making me go backstage CMPunk. That was so funny, I forgot to laugh.'

'Next week, Hours Before Raw'

Melanie was in a black dress that stopped before her knees and with black low heels. Her hair was down and curly at the end.

"Hey, Melanie!" Brie beamed and hugged her. She was wearing her dress for the Slammys next week.

"Hey. How was your shoot with Bryan?" she asked.

"It went great. I love your outfit."

"Thanks, I love yours too. I'm surprised I'm surviving in heels. Nicole and Nattie are the veterans when it comes to heels."

"Yeah, that's true."

Jon walked up behind Melanie and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her on the cheek and she turned her head and smiled.

"We're up next." He said.

"Have fun you two." Brie smiled at them as they walked to the set.

Melanie looked at Jon's suit. "I'm not surprised that The Shield has to keep wearing black."

"I still look hot right?" He grinned.

She punched his arm and laughed. The cameraman finished setting up his camera and turned to the couple.

"Okay, we are going to take a few photos for couple of the year. Not a lot but we should be done in 5 minutes."

"All righty." Melanie grinned.

"Okay, can we have you lean on the wall?" The cameraman asked.

Melanie leaned on the wall and The cameraman motioned Jon to stand in front of her and put his hands on the wall on each side of her head.

"Can we have Morgan and Dean's smirk?"

As they continued to snap photos, Melanie turned her head away from Jon and the photographer took the shot.

She then looked up at him with a smile. "Does this remind you of Mr and Mrs Smith? Since we're wearing black?"

"Kind of. All we need is guns." He grinned.

They get off the wall and stand in front of the camera. She stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling at him while he grabbed her waist.

The photographer also started taking pictures when Melanie grabbed his tie and when he kissed her on the cheek.

He then got behind her to wrap his arms around her waist while she leaned to the left side

"All right, that's a wrap!" was announced as the photographer stopped snapping photos.

"Sweet. High five." She said as Jon gave her a high five.

"Down low." He gives her a low five.

"Too slow!" She laughed as he tried to give her another high five.

Jon reacted by picking her up bridal style and spinning her around as she laughed.

'Raw, In The Ring'

The Rhodes Brother, Kaitlyn and Big Show were in the ring to take on The Shield. Dean, Seth and Roman were walking through the crowd. "Wait, where's Morgan?" King asked. "It's supposed to be a 4 on 4 match, not 4 on 3."

'Backstage'

"Wardrobe malfunctions can be a pain." Sandra Gray, the seamstress said as she pinned Melanie's Shield shirt like how AJ had her CM Punk shirt.

"Yeah, it happens. I really appreciate you doing this for me." Melanie replied.

"Oh no, problem honey, I just hope you're not late for your match."

"Nah, I can go out to my own theme. You're fine." She smiled as she got her shirt fixed.

"There. Good to go."

"Thank you so much!" She sprinted to the gorilla as the producer cued her music

'In The Ring'

"And introducing their tag team partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Morgan Lopez!" Justin announced as she walked out with a grin and did her taunt. She twirls around and runs to tag some hands before running into the ring. She spins on one knee and stands up on the other foot.

'Ding Ding Ding'

Dean and Big Show start the match. Show takes control and pushes Dean to the turnbuckle. He lifts up his shirt and slaps him on the chest. He then decides to throw Dean to the turnbuckle across from him as he falls down and holds his chest.

"Believe in The Shield now, huh?" Big Show taunted.

"Shut up! You shut up!" Seth yelled as the ref restrained him.

"He's not worth it." Morgan put her hand on Seth's shoulder.

Dean stands up and leans on the turnbuckle, only to have his shirt lifted up again by Show. Show gives him a big slap on the chest as Morgan holds her chest.

"Gosh..." She murmured as she remembered the hard slaps that Tamina gave her during Survivor Series. Cody, Goldust and Kaitlyn were holding their chest too.

"One more?" Big Show asked the crowd. Dean was leaning on the ropes, shaking, trying to recover from the big slap.

"No!" She yelled. "Don't do it! He's had enough!"

"This one's for you, Morgan." Big Show gives Dean a hard slap on the chest as she holds her chest again, feeling the pain. Dean stumbles and tags in Rollins.

"You all right man?" Roman asked him.

"No!" Dean exclaimed before getting on the apron, and standing next to Morgan.

Rollins was being manhandled by the Big Show. He grabs Rollins by the vest as he tries to make a tag and decides to release him as he tags in Reigns. The crowd cheers while Dean pats his shoulder.

"Here comes the big man," Cole said as Roman got in the ring.

"Show em' what you got." Morgan supported him.

Unfortunately, Roman gets thrown to a turnbuckle and gets his vest unzipped. Big Show gives him a big slap on the chest and the slap echoes around the arena. Morgan holds her chest when Big Show gives him another slap on the chest. She was glad she wasn't in the ring with him right now.

Roman gives Show a rake in the eyes and tags in Dean. Dean gets on the top rope but gets grabbed by the neck and thrown off by Big Show.

"Pull on his beard! You gotta pull on his beard." Seth exclaimed as Morgan started laughing at his statement.

Later on in the match, Cody tags in Kaitlyn as the crowd cheers loudly while Morgan gets in the ring. Kaitlyn has her hands out, trash talking as the Outspoken Diva smirks at her.

"Here we go! These two hate each other." JBL looked on.

"Woo hoo! Diva action!" King cheered.

"Two former best friends in the ring. Anything could happen." Cole said as Kaitlyn and Morgan started to get in each other's faces and talk trash.

Kaitlyn slaps her as the Outspoken Diva places a hand on her now reddened cheek. She returns the slap and they slap each other back and forth.

"Slap, after slap," King exclaimed.

Kaitlyn tries to clothesline her but she ducks. She waits for Kaitlyn to turn around and hits her with a roundhouse kick.

"Whoops, too bad..." She retorted and pinned her for a two count.

She takes control of Kaitlyn, putting her in a headlock. Kaitlyn stands up and elbows her in the stomach, picking her up over her shoulder to slam her down. She pins her for a two count. She picks her up and throws Morgan to the ropes, aiming for a clothesline but Morgan ducks and holds on to the ropes to stop herself.

Morgan shook her head at her. "Nope."

They lock up again and Kaitlyn throws her to the ropes. She runs towards her but Morgan moves out of the way. She takes advantage and hits her with the Morganizer and pins her but Kaitlyn puts her leg on the ropes. Kaitlyn tries to make a tag but gets her leg grabbed. She kicks her away and tags in Cody while Morgan tags in Seth.

"The Shield really enjoy doing things like this," King said as The Shield continued to dominate the match.

Later in the match, The Shield continue to take control of Big Show until he tags in Goldust. Goldust does his signature moves on Seth and pins him until Dean breaks it up. Cody gets in the ring but Dean throws him on the apron and dropkicks him as Cody hurts his arm.

Ambrose runs to the run but falls back as Big Show grabs the ropes for payback. Roman spears Big Show out the ring but then Cody jumps on top rope and dives on top of him, hurting himself in the process.

Morgan gets off the apron and runs to where Kaitlyn is. She tries to grab her off the apron but Kaitlyn kicks her away and jumps off as Morgan holds her mouth. She runs to spear her but Morgan pushes her to the steel steps. She grabs her by the hair and hits her with the backfire while Goldust suplexs Dean. The Philly Diva leans on the barricade to recover as some of the fans pat her arm and back.

She watches as Seth rolls up Goldust to win the match and roll out of the ring. She runs and hugs him as he has his arms up in victory.

"The winners of this match, The Shield!" Justin announced as Seth and Morgan jumped over the barricade.

"Woo!" Seth cheers as Roman and Dean meet up with them and celebrate.

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seitmai · 7 months ago

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He wanted to know in an overabundance of detail how you'd feel if he asked to cancel your dinner reservation and chill with takeout instead?

In detail:

One last thing. The aviator who took my photo on the beach was a woman, but I appreciate your response. I can't guarantee I'll stay off the beach, but I can guarantee that I'll give a guy a chance.

In my head it was Nat taking the picture, you can't convince me otherwise

I actually don't really fit on my couch too well at all. If I really stretch out, my feet dangle over the arm, and there wouldn't be much room left for you, too. Would we be touching? God, I hope so. Where would you end up? I'm blushing just thinking about the possibilities.

I'm obsessed that he writes that he is blushing

You asked for details? Well, I'd ask for permission. If you gave me permission to touch you, we'd be holding hands. If you gave me permission for more than that, then you'd be covering both of us with a blanket, and I'd be holding you a lot closer. I don't think I should provide further details on that right now, actually. Gorgeous girl, you're messing with my head.

"Maybe she won't notice if I'm not in it," he muttered as he snapped one of the setting sun.

Fly boy I can with 100% confidence tell you that she would notice lmao

🥺🥺🥺

He needed to survive this deployment so he could even potentially allow his thoughts to go further with you later.

He's so smitten already

He sat there with his fists clenched and his jaw set tight. He literally could not believe her. Anyone else would just use a different water bottle like a normal person, but he knew she'd be on his ass nonstop about this now. The fact that he was going to have to explain this situation to Nat and beg her to go over there with his spare key was almost laughable. He'd probably owe her two steak dinners if he asked her to deal with his ex girlfriend, because she never could stomach Vanessa.

This cracked me up, everything about is just so absurd😂

So so valid!!! I already did a lot of babysitting, nannying and youth groups in my life and there are kids that are simply let's say, a lot. But they can't anything they are just what they are raised to be. Parents on the other side? Full grown adults? No excuses for being shitty.

"What?" gasped Jayden. Great. Your students were just as attached as you were. "Well since our aviation unit is going to be tapering off, we probably won't need to be writing to him as much now."

Jayden, my dude, valid response, I respect that

I'll tell you how old I am. I wasn't expecting to be so nervous about it, though. I'm thirty-six. You definitely look younger than that. I know it's never appropriate to ask a woman how old she is, so maybe you'll offer that number up without me asking? And maybe you'll tell me that I'm still within the age range of men you let email you regularly? Please?

He's a charmer!! But especially the last sentence and the pleading?! I'm melting🥰

He decided right then that if the vibes still felt right, he'd ask for permission to call you. And yeah, the vibes were feeling pretty fucking good.

I hate talking on the phone, but for him I might would make an excuse😌

You're the only woman I'm going to let email me regularly. And I was right. You do look adorable snuggled up in your bed. That photo is going to keep me up at night wondering how cute you'd look in mine...

Giggling and kicking my feet 🥰

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 5 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With each email written and received, you and Bradley are both aching for more details. While he's thinking about plans for a first date, you get apprehensive, knowing you're going to be devastated when he returns to wherever he calls home after a few days of leave. If the two of you had an opportunity to speak more intimately, there's a chance the details could fall into place.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being hot

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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After much consideration on the matter, you sat down at home that evening with your phone and started to type up a response to Bradley. He wanted to know in an overabundance of detail how you'd feel if he asked to cancel your dinner reservation and chill with takeout instead? You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, and it felt a little bit like he had given you another assignment to work on, but you were planning on being completely transparent with him.

Once again, the ease with which you and he communicated, even through the written word alone, was something that made you a little dizzy. A little needy. Bradley had better communication skills and paid you more attention than half of the men you'd dated, and he wasn't even in the same time zone as you.

Bradley,

We got the package you sent. My kids went wild over their personalized notes, as per usual. You've reached full celebrity status in my classroom. We'll be working on sending some notes back to you in the next few days, so brace yourself.

Please remember that you asked me for an abundance of detail here... What would I do if you wanted to change plans? Wanted to spend a quiet evening hanging out at your place instead of going out? In an extreme effort to sound as cool as possible right now... just thinking about this is making me feel warm enough that I need to take a lap around my apartment. I guess first of all, I would tell you that as far as takeout is concerned, I love Thai food the most. I'm not very picky though, so even a generic pizza and some beer would more than suffice.

If you said you were tired from work and still wanted to hang out, I wouldn't be too pressed about the details. I would be perhaps a little giddy that you missed me enough to want me around. I'd offer to pick up dinner on my way. I would let you choose the movie. I wouldn't even be upset if you fell asleep. In fact I'd probably just cover you with a blanket and let you doze. There is perhaps no worse feeling than forcing yourself to go out when you just really don't want to. And right now nothing sounds better to me than watching a movie with you on your couch. But I have to know... if you're 6'1", are you too tall to stretch out there comfortably? Where would I end up? Would we be touching? Please reply with an abundance of detail.

I know this scenario is purely hypothetical, but it does sound pretty perfect. I'll be thinking about splitting some Thai curry with you on your couch for a long time. Maybe during those couple days of leave when you get back to San Diego, we could meet? I think I would like that, even if you just have one day before you have to get back to your regular routine. And now I need to take another lap around my apartment.

One last thing. The aviator who took my photo on the beach was a woman, but I appreciate your response. I can't guarantee I'll stay off the beach, but I can guarantee that I'll give a guy a chance. Also, what does a girl have to do around here to get a dreamy sunset photo of you?

Once again, hitting send before I can change my mind.

You took another lap around your apartment, even going so far as to walk around the block before it got too dark outside. Thai food and Bradley Bradshaw and a movie on his couch. There was a loop playing in your mind where he leaned in and kissed you before calling you 'Gorgeous Girl' and reaching for your hand.

"Why are you torturing yourself like this?" you moaned out loud when you walked back inside all flushed with desire. You took a long bath. You made some sleepy time tea. You sat on your couch with your notebook and worked on lesson plans until it was pretty late, but you weren't tired at all.

Frustrated that you were letting this man take over so much of your brain, you went to your bedroom and plugged your phone in for the night. And that's when you heard the familiar ping, alerting you to the fact that you had a new email.

"No way," you gasped when you looked at the screen. You'd just send him a response two hours ago, and Bradley had already written back. You flopped down onto your bed, wrenching your phone back from the charger as you started to read.

Hey, Gorgeous,

Your answer was enlightening, thank you. Relieved to hear you wouldn't pout about missing the dinner reservation. I love Thai food, but I would absolutely insist on grabbing the takeout and having you pick the movie (nothing with scary spiders, please).

If you're feeling generous enough to give me a chance, then I'm feeling generous enough to send you a sunset photo. But frankly a girl like you isn't going to have to do much at all to get whatever she wants. Next decent sunset around here is all for you.

Your Truly,

Bradley

Well, you may never sleep again. You read his email twice before pulling up the photo of him in front of his jet, and your mind started to wander as you looked at his face. No, you'd never sleep again.

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Bradley felt pretty ridiculous. He'd never taken so many photos of himself before in his life. Snapping a few for your class while in his cockpit with all of his gear on was one thing, but trying to get a flattering one of his face with the sun setting in the middle of the ocean was something else entirely. He was alone in a deserted part of the deck, thankful nobody else could see him.

"Maybe she won't notice if I'm not in it," he muttered as he snapped one of the setting sun. The sky was glowing a deep orange, and the clouds moving in made everything look even dreamier. He started thinking about you and the fact that you said you were going to give him a chance. The details weren't important. He'd work that part out. When he got back to San Diego, he was going to see if you and he were as compatible in person as you were right now. But the remainder of his deployment was the one thing that was preventing that from happening immediately, and you did ask him for a photo of himself. If you really wanted it, he'd make sure you had it.

He had never been so stressed out about his scars in his adult life before right now. The best photo he took of himself was one where they looked a little more prominent. He'd sleep on it tonight and consider if he wanted to send it or a different one. Usually he didn't care at all. He supposed that in person, women would either talk to him or not, depending upon if they were bothered by the way he looked or not. But you weren't with him in person, and the more detailed the photos were, the more likely you were to dwell on his face now. He really wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

After grabbing an inspired dinner alone in the mess hall, he thought about eating spicy Thai curry on his couch while you and he argued playfully about which movie to watch. Then he thought about you sitting on his lap and maybe even touching his scars which he hoped you wouldn't be bothered by. Then, as he changed to head to the gym, he imagined all the things he thought about but didn't tell you. Like pulling you onto his lap or stretching out on his couch with you lying mostly on top of him. His hand would find a nice resting spot on your back, or maybe even a little lower. His lips would eventually find yours, and the movie would become a distant memory in his mind.

"Shit." Now he was the one who needed to walk a lap before he could even go to the gym. He was already sweating by the time he got there, making it his continued mission to avoid the married woman while he listened to his playlist. He did a few extra reps, knowing you were on dry land in San Diego and wanting to make sure he looked as good as possible. Maybe he could make up for the close up photo of his face with his body.

Without sleeping on it, Bradley went back to the lounge and logged in. He sent you the best photo of the bunch along with two sentences.

Thinking of you, Gorgeous. Tell me about your week.

But he didn't hear back from you right away, and it wasn't for lack of checking his inbox. He hoped you and your students were working their way through the last batch of notes that he'd mailed. Or maybe you were busy and tired from taking them on a field trip. He was hoping there was a reason other than you not liking his bad selfie that meant he didn't get a response.

Luckily he got busy over the weekend so he didn't have to think about it as much. Each time he climbed that ladder up to his cockpit and waited patiently for his jet to launch from the carrier deck, he took a few seconds to clear his mind and make sure he was focused on the right thing. He needed to survive this deployment so he could even potentially allow his thoughts to go further with you later.

When he made his way back to the lounge after dinner and a shower on Sunday night, he definitely got more in his inbox than he was hoping for. And not in a good way. There was a new message from you, but it was sitting right beneath a second, newer message. From Vanessa.

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked himself, loud enough that the guy next to him turned and glanced his way. It had been months since they'd spoken. Literally fucking months, and she was emailing him now? "No." Sudden panic started to boil to the surface as he quickly tried to click on it, now terrified about what she could be contacting him in regards to.

Hi,

I'm only writing to you because I have a bit of an issue that I need your help dealing with. I can't find my favorite water bottle anywhere. I think it's in your kitchen cabinet, and I just started at a new gym, so I really need it. Let me know how I can get into your house to retrieve it. And please don't take forever to respond to this like you usually do. Like I said, I really need it.

Vanessa

It was a joke. It must be. Bradley double checked the email address to make sure he wasn't being pranked by Nat or somebody else, but no, it was really from Vanessa.

"A fucking water bottle?" he muttered. He couldn't even picture what she was talking about. Unless it was that ugly, oversized pink thing she used to carry around with her everywhere? The one with the big handle that he joked could double as a weapon? That thing?

What the fuck. He wrote back to her before he even bothered to open the email from you.

Vanessa, it's a water bottle. And it's already been months. Can't this wait until I'm home?

He hit send, rolled his shoulders and took a few deep breaths. He could archive her message so he didn't have to see it again, and he'd just deal with her bullshit later. He would read what you had to say instead, and hopefully it would cheer him up. But after he stood and stretched for a minute and sat back down, there was already a new response from Vanessa waiting for him.

"What the actual hell?" he grunted. He didn't even know what time it was at home, and he didn't take the few seconds to do the math as he started to read.

No, Bradley. I can't wait. It's a $65 sustainable, dual temperature, leak proof water bottle in a limited edition color. And I would like it back. I tried to find a replacement online, but I do not want a potentially used water bottle. Please advise.

He sent Nat a quick email anyway with Vanessa's phone number which he had to look up in his phone, begging her to take care of this for him. It would be worth the price of two dinners at this point. Then he settled back in his seat and tapped on your beautiful name, letting the monitor fill up with your words. When he started reading, he forgot he was supposed to feel nervous at what you sent back in response to the close up selfie.

Bradley,

Wow. I didn't think things could improve after the photo of you with your jet and the video where you're speaking. But I was wrong. So wrong. And I'm not upset about it. You're very handsome. The sunset looks okay, too. Now you're the one messing with my head.

I'm sorry I didn't write back immediately, but you should know that your hot photo has taken up residence in my mind. My week involved three of my students getting sick with the flu as well as a bunch of parent/teacher conferences, and tonight I'm really tired. The idea of snuggling, or more, with you on your couch has been playing on loop. I'm giving you permission to hold my hand if we ever meet in person. You have very nice looking hands. You have a very nice looking everything. Would you mind me asking how old you are?

Right, well, we mailed another box back to you on Friday afternoon. My kids asked me to project a photo of a Super Hornet onto the wall so they could have a drawing contest. I finally caved and let them, and they want you to be the judge. And once again, you'll have eighteen individual letters to read. Nineteen if you include the one I put in the box.

On that note, I'm going to take a bath and snuggle up in bed. And you can't blame a girl for looking at that photo again.

Yours Truly,

Your favorite pen pal

Now this was the kind of thing he wanted in his inbox, not questions about missing water bottles. Bradley hit reply immediately, happy that you hadn't even mentioned his scars. You thought he was handsome in the close up picture? He always figured he was okay enough looking that his height and build made women say he was attractive. But you actually called him handsome. He started typing back to you, already feeling so much better.

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After resting all weekend, you were definitely feeling better. You loved your students, but sometimes dealing with their parents was more than you bargained for. Adults were often worse than kids when it came to complaining and exercising patience. All of the conferences from last week were a thing of the past now, but you still felt a little bad for taking so long to write back to Bradley. Especially after he sent you that photo.

Maybe you felt like you had to reel it in a little bit. What was the most that was going to happen? He'd agree to meet you during his short leave in San Diego? Maybe you'd go out on a date? It would probably be the best date of your life. It might even turn out to be the best night of your life. And then he'd leave for another station with the Navy, or maybe he'd return back home, leaving you feeling even lonelier than you did before you inadvertently mailed him that first box.

It was a good thing you had your students to take your mind off things on Monday morning.

"Are we going to talk about aviation now or after lunch?" Violet asked as she unpacked her pencil box.

You took a deep breath and said, "We're actually going to start a unit on Natural History today." Eighteen pairs of eyes stared at you like you'd completely lost your mind. "It'll be great!"

Oliver's hand rocketed into the air. "Does Lieutenant Bradley also know stuff about Natural History? Is that what we're going to write to him about now?"

Great. Your students were just as attached as you were. "Well since our aviation unit is going to be tapering off, we probably won't need to be writing to him as much now."

"What?" gasped Jayden.

"No way," complained Nia.

After that, you tried to move along with your lesson plans, but the entire class just sat there quietly, barely engaged with what you were saying. And perhaps part of it was your fault, because you didn't really feel like teaching this after all. By the time lunch and recess arrived, you felt defeated. You sat quietly at your desk in your empty classroom while your kids played outside, and you ate your lunch while you checked your phone. Bradley had written back an hour ago. Even if you wanted to wait until later to read it, you wouldn't have been able to.

Hey, Gorgeous,

That note from you made my day. I can't wait for the new letters from the kids to arrive so I can spend my evenings writing back instead of absolutely living in the gym right. You want me to judge a drawing contest? Bring it on. I'm so ready.

Not gonna lie, taking a hot bath sounds amazing right now. And snuggling up in something bigger than an extra long twin bed would be heavenly. And thinking about you doing either of those things is enough to get me through the week with a smile on my face. Maybe even through the rest of the month. Maybe even to the point where I'm in San Diego. You'd look adorable snuggled up in your bed. But then again, when aren't you completely Gorgeous?

I'll be waiting for more air mail and another email.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw

"Damn it," you groaned, melting back into your desk chair and shoving a cracker into your mouth. Even if meeting him was going to be a one-off, you still wanted to do this. You still wanted to write back to him and flirt and listen to his voice in the video he sent for your class with Marty the mechanic. You wanted to think about him working out on the aircraft carrier. You still wanted him to call you Gorgeous. You'd write back tonight.

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Bradley was taking another video and some more photos in the shop with Marty for your class when one of the admirals stopped by. He jumped to attention and addressed him. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, you haven't put in for a phone call. Would you like to?"

Bradley just blinked at him for a few seconds. "I don't really have anyone to call, Sir." But that wasn't completely true. He'd never actually asked you about it, but he wouldn't mind calling your number. Which he didn't even have.

The admiral nodded and said, "Just giving first dibs to my high rankers who haven't made a call home yet. Otherwise you're dismissed, Lieutenant."

As soon as he started to walk away, Bradley found himself following along. "Actually, Sir, I may have changed my mind."

If he was already thinking about Thai food and a picnic on the beach for a first date, he might as well just ask you for your number now. As long as you didn't tell him his age was an issue. As long as you seemed keen on the idea of him calling. So he put his name down on the list, and then he started to sweat. He finished up with Marty, and he headed for the lounge.

When he logged in, he braced himself for another note from Vanessa like he always did now, but the only new item he saw was from you. He decided right then that if the vibes still felt right, he'd ask for permission to call you. And yeah, the vibes were feeling pretty fucking good.

As soon as he opened the email, the attached photo at the bottom pulled his gaze in like a beacon. You were in bed, mostly under the covers, and the thin straps of some sort of tank top were the only thing preventing him from having a completely unobstructed view of both of your shoulders. Your skin looked impossibly soft, too perfect for him to touch with his rough hands, and your expression was playful and maybe a little nervous. He could see the soft swell of your breasts before the blankets enveloped your body in the most comfortable looking cocoon. He wanted to join you there in the worst way, and keep you warm enough that you wouldn't even need that blanket.

His heart was pounding as he started to read your note.

Bradley,

You know, it's funny you should mention that, because my currently inactive dating app profile says I'm interested in men who are between 30 and 40 years old. So you sound kind of perfect to me. And not that you asked or anything, but I turned 30 earlier this year. I hope that's within the age range of women that you let email you regularly.

I'm writing this from my bed. I have attached a photo. I'm not wearing any makeup, and I'm all snuggled in for the night, and of course I'm thinking about you. Whether it's a good idea or not, I find myself frequently thinking about you.

Your favorite pen pal

He scrolled back to the photo and sighed. Oh, he knew it was a good idea. Maybe you just needed a little bit more convincing, but it was definitely a great idea. That first date was looking better and better in his mind. He wished he could give you an estimate on when he'd be home so the two of you could start planning it. Bradley's stomach was growling for dinner as he pried his eyes away from your photo long enough to type out a message.

Hey, Gorgeous,

It looks like I'll have the opportunity to make a phone call soon, and I'd love to hear your voice. If you want to talk. I can't guarantee I won't sound like an idiot, tripping over my words the whole time, but hey, a guy can dream. Will you let me have your phone number?

Yours Truly,

Bradley

And now, once again, he would wait for you to respond, hoping his luck wasn't about to run out.

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skswriting · 3 years ago

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You were hoping you had a little more time.

"You know, you talk about your best friend a lot but I've never met her," Jeongguk observes, sitting beside you in the booth despite it being just the two of you.

Why do you care is what you want to ask, but you know logically partners meet best friends. You've met Jimin and Taehyung.

"Yeah, I guess our schedules have just never lined up," you shrug, feigning casualness, cutting into the piece of chicken you're eating.

Jeongguk hums, reaching out to wipe at the corner of your mouth when you get a little messy, "It'd be nice to meet her. I know she's important to you."

The sentiment is sweet and proves that Jeongguk cares about you and other facets of your life, but the suggestion makes you sick to your stomach. You're afraid that if they meet…

"I'll see when Yoojung is free, maybe we can all do dinner," you suggest quietly.

Nine months. You'd gone nine months without them meeting, without Jeongguk realizing he had picked the wrong friend, and now your little bubble was about to pop.

"Sounds good baby, you know my schedule is flexible so just set a time and I'll be there," Jeonggum grins cutely before he leans in and kisses your cheek sweetly.

Your heart breaks.

You and Yoojung have been best friends since you were kids. You're good for each other; you've always been quiet, waiting for the right moment to speak, and Yoojung has always been free with her thoughts; you're a bit of a hot head and Yoojung takes time to process her anger; you're a dreamer and Yoojung is a realist. You guys balance each other and you don't think you'd be where you are today without her.

Your self esteems are the polar opposite. Yoojung knows who she is and is confident in that whereas you wish, sometimes, you could be someone else. It makes you feel guilty, but you harbor a bit of resentment for the easy way she treats herself, something you can't do.

Your fears of Jeongguk leaving you for her aren't unwarranted either; your relationship track record shows that the last three boyfriends you've had had met Yoojung and promptly broke up with you once they realized who they could have had. Nothing had come of it, Yoojung wouldn't give them the time of day as your ex, but it happens.

And it probably will happen again. Jeongguk and Yoojung are similar in a lot of ways and you're loath to admit it, but they probably complement each other better than you and Jeongguk do.

You don't know if you'll be able to survive the heartbreak this time around.

"Are you okay, love? You've been quiet," Jeongguk notes, smoothing his shirt down in the mirror.

You both are dressed up, getting ready to go to dinner with Yoojung.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," you answer, messing with the hem of your own dress. You don't know why you bother, once Jeongguk sees her he'll forget you even exist.

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment, taking the time to roll his sleeves up even though he's going to have you fix them anyway.

"Are you sure?" He starts tentatively, "it hasn't just been today. You've been a little spacey this week."

It's because I'm about to lose you, and I don't think I'll be able to cope.

"Yeah, Gguk, I'm okay," you smile at him before you tie some of your hair up, knowing you'll get hot sooner rather than later.

Jeongguk nods and let's it go, going to the dresser where he has a few of his watches laid out to put one on. You spray a bit of perfume on and slide into a pair of cute wedges you got on sale.

Jeongguk stops you before you leave the bedroom, cupping your face gently to tilt your head to look at him. Even in wedges he's taller than you.

"I just wanted to tell you you look really pretty tonight. I can tell you've been practicing with your makeup; your wings are getting really good," Jeongguk kisses the tip of your nose and despite everything, despite this night being the beginning of the end, you melt into him.

"Thank you, baby," you murmur, pushing yourself into his chest for a hug.

"Also, can you roll my sleeves up? You do it better than I do," he pouts and you can't help but laugh.

I love you. Please be gentle when you leave me.

Jeongguk pulls Yoojung’s chair out, and then yours, kissing your cheek before he sits beside you. The two of you are facing her.

"Oh, a gentleman, how nice," Yoojung teases.

You smile, picking up your menu as Jeongguk slings his arm over the back of your chair, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder in an act of comfort.

"So, let's address the elephant in the room: you two are best friends and I have to impress you so you'll give me your blessing," Jeongguk starts off, as serious as one can be, and Yoojung throws her head back as she laughs.

"We're not that archaic, babe," you shake your head, "Yoojung trusts me to make my own decisions."

"Now hold on there- oh, yes, good evening, I'd like a glass of white wine, sweet, name doesn't matter."

The waiter nods at her, "Yes ma'am, and for you two?"

"Water, please, no lemon," you smile.

"Do you guys have beer? I'll just take a bottle, and a glass of water."

"Where was I… oh, yes! Hold on a second, missy, maybe I should be archaic. After all, it's been, what, seven months and we're just now meeting?"

"Nine," Jeongguk corrects, before you have a chance to, "to be technical, it'll be nine months in a little over a week."

"Oh my god, are you one of those people? A counter? That's so cute," Yoojung coos and you blush, turning in your seat to face him a little more when his arm tightens around you, kissing your temple.

"Shut up," you grumble.

"Oh my god, you're both that person. Didn't you get matching necklaces for 100 days? Talk about gag worthy," she teases, good naturedly.

"Shut up," you giggle, but you can't help but reach up for the chain around your neck.

They're simple gold chains, nothing too fancy or ostentatious since neither you nor Jeongguk are into flashy jewelry, but they mean the most to you. You feel a pang in your heart and decide not to dwell on the future.

The waiter comes back with your drinks and you all order.

"I love cheat days," Yoojung sighs dreamily, "I haven't had pasta in an entire month."

"Oh, are you cutting out carbs?" Jeongguk asks and you swallow heavily, already knowing where this is going.

"Yes! I've been trying to gain some muscles and so I'm eating more red meat but less carbs. I haven't had bread in a few months now, but I can't cut pasta out for good."

"Oh, you're trying to gain muscle mass? I mainly focus on cardio, but I do a bit of strength training. If you're interested and have time, we should…"

You were prepared for the exclusion and easily zone out, focusing on a painting near you. It's a pretty sunset, though it seems a little out of place with the other pieces in the restaurant; the others are all abstract flower designs, but this one is a realistic depiction of a sunset over water. You like it. It's pretty, despite being an outlier.

"Baby?"

You turn back to the conversation at hand to see Yoojung and Jeongguk both looking at you.

"Sorry, did you ask me something?"

Jeongguk tucks some of your loose hair behind your ear, eyes roaming over your face, before asking you quietly, "Are you sure you're feeling alright? Do you have a fever? Are your allergies acting up?"

"Yeah, Jeongguk, I'm sorry, I'm fine," you assure, but he holds your gaze a little longer, so you try to tack on, "it's just… been a week."

"Oof, work been rough? Wait, don't you guys work for the same company?"

"Yeah, it's how we met," you remind her and she nods excitedly.

"A story of department crossed lovers, right? Finance meets marketing?"

"I don't think that's really how we would describe it," you mumble, petulant.

"The first day we met was the day your department's copier broke, right? And you had to come use ours for a meeting you had to go to. Our copier has different default settings than your department and I remember how frazzled and absolutely adorable you looked, trying to figure out how to work it to get to that meeting on time. I knew I had to help you, because we're coworkers, but also because I wanted to know more about you."

It sounds so romantic when Jeongguk puts it like that, a modern day meet cute.

"That's stupid cute," Yoojung says bluntly, before she teases you with, "didn't it take you a few weeks to believe Jeongguk was hitting on you? Didn't you tell me he had to come right out and say "listen, I think you're cute and you're not picking up on my hints, let's go on a date"?"

"Don't say it like that," you can feel the embarrassment as plain as day on your cheeks.

"Baby, you are kind of oblivious," Jeongguk joins in, "but it's cute though. I love watching your face when you finally realize something, like a literal light bulb over your head."

You squirm a little in your seat at the attention and Jeongguk coos at you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He lingers, so you know he's sneakily trying to test if you're feverish.

"Okay, enough about me please," you beg, before you indicate to their drinks, "get drunk and leave me alone."

They laugh at your comment and by that time, your food has arrived. Conversation dulls just a bit as you all tuck in, but Yoojung starts it back up easily enough like she always does. You knew they would, but they seem to be getting along well, and it let's you zone out a little again, enjoying the soup you got as you think about your upcoming week.

You wonder how long it'll take for Jeongguk to break up with you. The last boyfriend had met Yoojung and broke up with you that same night, but you think Jeongguk does genuinely care enough about you that he'll wait at least a little bit. A week, probably. Should you start boxing his stuff up now? He typically stays with you, because it takes a while for you to get comfortable in new environments and it had been easier for you to invite him in. You don't have too much stuff at his apartment and if things end quickly, you're pretty positive they're things you don't need.

You let out a quiet sigh and Jeongguk immediately looks over at you.

"How's your steak?" You ask, before he can ask you anything.

"It's good, perfect medium rare. Want a bite?" He asks, but he's already loading his fork up, scooping some mashed potatoes as he does.

He holds his hand under your chin to catch anything that falls and you try not to blush at the way Yoojung is cowing you two.

"Mmm, it is good. Oh God, those potatoes…"

Jeongguk grins, loading his fork up again with just potatoes, and you grin happily as he feeds you.

"How's yours? It's the seasonal soup, right? What was it… butternut squash?"

"Apple pumpkin bisque! Ggukie, it's so good, you have to try it," you carefully push your bowl towards him, eagerly indicating for him to take a spoonful.

"Feed me," he whines, poking your side, "why do I have to baby you but you can't baby me?"

"I didn't ask you to," you mutter petulantly, but you carefully spoon some up, even blowing on it before tilting it into his mouth. There's a strange glint in Jeongguk’s eyes, and you can't help the way your heart stutters when he blinks at you as he tries to wink.

"Delicious," he licks ridiculously at the spoon and you quickly draw back.

"Okay, new rule, no kink stuff at the table," Yoojung announces loudly and you want to curl up in a ball and die when a waiter passes by and throws your table a scandalous look, "food play? Really? That's not one I expected out of you. Or is it that gross domesticity you two have going on? Is that a kink? Being disgustingly in love?"

Jeongguk laughs loudly as you slide down in your seat, hiding your face.

Yoojung continues to embarrass you over dessert, bringing out the big guns and pulling up pictures from your guys' childhood to go with her stories.

"Oh my God, babe, babe your cheeks! Why did you get rid of them, they're so cute," Jeongguk declares dramatically, leaning towards you to pinch obnoxiously at your cheek, "grow them back."

It's fun, reminiscing with Yoojung and seeing how excited Jeongguk gets over what seems like mundane moments to you. It's been awhile since you and Yoojung have just sat down and talked and it's nice to have Jeongguk present, even if there's a bittersweet feeling.

Yoojung isn't one for much fanfare so when it's time to say goodbye she kisses your cheek and waves at Jeongguk.

"Oh, here baby, go warm up the car, I'm going to the bathroom," he tells you and you nod, taking the keys from him.

Jeongguk doesn't take long, sliding into the driver's seat and groaning when he feels the hear in his seat, "Ah, you take such good care of me, that feels so nice. Are you staying over tonight? I can just drive us to work in the morning."

"Yeah, that'll be fine. I should still have some clothes to change into," this'll also give you a chance to start taking things you don't want to leave behind.

The rest of the drive is quiet, with Jeongguk sliding his hand into your lap to hold your hold, thumb rubbing sweetly against your skin.

I love you, he draws against your skin, and you try not to cry.

You've brushed your teeth and washed your face and now you're brushing your hair out as Jeongguk hogs the bathroom. You're dressed in some of his clothes to sleep in when you notice both of your phones sitting on the dresser and decide to plug them in for the night.

As you pick up Jeongguk’s phone, a message preview pops up and a lead ball drops in your stomach.

From: Yoojung

That sounds good, she's visiting her mom this weekend so it's the perfect time for us to meet up. I can't wait!

It's like you blink and a week has gone by. If you stop to think about it, you honestly don't remember the finer details of the last few days. You went to work and then went home. You think you received some texts but you don't remember from who or if you responded. You're lucky you even remembered to feed Cobweb, but it would have been difficult to ignore your loud mouth cat.

Friday, Jeongguk tries to catch you in your office to talk about your weekend away, but you bury yourself in extra tasks so you don't have to see him. It's better this way.

Your mother had been upset you canceled, but you know you don't have the energy to act like everything is okay. You don't tell Jeongguk or Yoojung about your changed plans; it's not like you mattered to them in the first place.

It's the rejection, you think at first, from Jeongguk that hurts most. Almost nine months and all it takes is a pretty smile and teasing eyes for him to just throw you away.

It's the anger, next, you have trouble swallowing down. At him, for having the balls to set it up. At her, for agreeing. The betrayal runs white hot through your veins and you have half a mind to confront them.

But then the sadness quickly sets in and you cry. You cry because you loved them both with your whole being, and they just shoved it aside for momentary gratification.

Jeongguk sends you a cute text telling you to have fun with your mom as you're cleaning out your closet, shoving his stuff into bags. You're trying to be careful with them, but it's hard to concentrate when you feel like you're drowning. You don't answer him, just place the bag by the door and flick open another one.

He's left a lot of his electronics and you make sure to be careful with his laptop and camera. His other stuff you're going to set outside the door and tell him to pick up before its taken, but this stuff you'll make sure he gets back. Either through work or you'll take it to Yoojung for her to give back to her new boyfriend.

Oh God, what of her stuff do you have to pack up?

The sunlight filtering through your curtains momentarily transports you, and you could swear you feel the phantom touch of your lover. But when you open teary eyes to face an empty bed and a destroyed room, reality sets it.

You have a text from Jeongguk, asking if you're okay and if you've already left for your mom's that you promptly swipe away. You'll deal with him later.

But later seems to come too soon. Jeongguk had tried to call, had even left a message that he hadn't heard from you in a few days and he was worried. The bile rose high in your throat when you realized they were probably together already, that they were shacked up for the weekend under the guise that you were away, stealing kisses like thieves. It makes you dry heave.

A few minutes after he calls you send your final text.

To: Ggyukkie

I think we should break up. I've left your clothes and stuff outside my door. I'll drop your laptop off at work.

And then you block him. And for good measure, you block Yoojung too.

Despite the sun still being out, you call it a day, tired beyond relief. You curl up on your side of the bed, the side closest to the door because being near the window made you nervous, something Jeongguk never made fun of you for. The sheets smell like him, though, and even though it hurts you gather his pillow up in your arms to smell it and you cry.

You cry from the betrayal, from your insecurities being fed by their actions, from the sadness seeping out of your pores and staining your sheets. You just wanted a little more time. You felt like this could have been it, he could have been the one for you. You had contemplated the thought at first, letting Jeonnguk have another lover if you couldn't fully satisfy him, but even you think that's too pathetic.

It's easier to just let him go, to accept the hurt now instead of prolonging the inevitable.

Jeongguk, apparently, has a different plan. You can hear him knocking on your front door and calling out to you all the way from your bedroom.

"Baby... I know you're home. Open up, we need to talk about this text."

You absolutely do not want to do that. Why is he making this more difficult than it needs to be? Shouldn't he be happy that he doesn't have to plan to sneak around behind your back anymore? You stay resolutely in bed, curled up around Cobweb and Jeongguk’s pillow, listening to him knock for a few more moments.

Finally he says, "Okay, I understand you're going through something, take your time. I'll wait out here until you're ready."

And that's not really something you expected him to say at all. He can't seriously be camping out in front of your door, waiting on you.

It takes you a long time to get up and check, body achy and head throbbing from having been in the same position for so long. Your apartment is cold and you wonder when the temperature started to drop, but you're not surprised you hadn't noticed.

You make your way to the front door, heart pounding. You've never been the best with confrontation and you had been prepared to write Jeongguk and Yoojung out of your life for good, not face one of them head on.

When the door clicks open, he stands quickly from his seated position, eyes wide as he takes you in. You struggle to hold eye contact, so you drop your head and step aside, meekly waving him inside as he drags the bags with him.

"Your stuff should all be here," you motion to the bags, aware of the way Jeongguk is intently staring at you, "Let me grab your laptop and-"

"Y/N," he says softly, tenderly, "baby, what's going on?"

You have to hold your breath for a moment, willing yourself to not cry. Your voice still comes out in a whisper, "What does it look like? We're breaking up."

Jeongguk steps closer to you, still wearing his shoes and jacket even though those are usually the first things he dumps on your floor when he comes over. He doesn't actually touch you, but it's like you can feel phantom finger tips running up your arms and it makes you shiver.

"I don't understand, what's going on?" He reiterates, ducking to try and catch your gaze. You're resolute in the staring contest you're having with the floor.

"I don't know what else to tell you besides that," you snap, just wanting him to leave so you can get this over with.

Jeongguk hums for a moment, before he asks, "Is it something I did?"

You stay silent and Jeongguk nods. He stands back up to his full height and you expect him to grab his stuff, but now he's taking his outer layers off. You give him a wide eyed look as he hangs his jacket and ruffles his hair.

He's walking into your living room, heading for the couch as he says, "It seems sudden but it's not. I should have noticed sooner, the quietness, the way you were spacing out, the lack of texts. That's my fault, I'm sorry."

You're dumbfounded, watching him get comfortable on your couch, man spreading in a way that you hypocritically don't hate only because he's the one doing it.

"Your stuff," you say kind of helplessly.

"Don't worry, I'll unpack it when we're done," he tells you and you get mad.

"There's nothing to unpack, we're over," you cross your arms, feeling your heart beat like crazy.

He hums again and you click your tongue in annoyance, at the easy and almost lackadaisical way he's behaving.

"What are you even doing here? Don't you have a date or something?" You bark and his eyes snap towards you, observing your stance. You're hunched protectively into yourself, still standing by your front door. You're wearing an old shirt of his, one you stole months ago.

"What date?" He asks calmly, not rising to the bait when you roll your eyes haughtily.

"Don't pretend. I know. I-I saw the text," your voice is wavering, hurt washing over you, "'She's visiting her mom, it's perfect to meet up.' I can't believe you."

Jeongguk makes a quiet ah sound, nodding his head, "You saw the text from Yoojung."

He says it so casually. You quickly brush a tear from your eye.

"I did. So, go away. Take your stuff and g-go be with her," you hiss. Your throat is so constricted from the effort it takes to not sob that you don't know how you manage to get any words out.

He watches you for a moment, before he sighs and straightens up on the couch. He pats the cushion beside him.

"Come here, come sit with me," he requests and you immediately shake your head, "Baby, please? I want to show you something."

"I don't want to see it," you're still shaking your head, "I want you to go, I don't want you here."

You can finally see cracks of frustration on his face but he schools his features quickly, patting more insistently at the couch, "Let me show you this and if you still want me to go, I will."

You debate for a long moment. You have no idea what he could possibly show you, or why he's still trying so hard when you've caught him red handed. He patiently waits for you to decide and with a still tightly wound body, you make your way over to him.

You don't sit close to Jeongguk, but this doesn't seem to bother him as he pulls his phone out, scrolling through something quickly.

Finally, he hands you it, shaking it slightly to make you focus on what looks like a text conversation, "Here, read this."

You see Yoojung’s name at the top and your heart lurches as you violently push his hand away from you, "No."

"Baby, please, I want you to see for yourself."

"See you cheating? Are you out of your fucking mind?" You bite, but he's somehow still staying calm, trying to push the phone into your hand.

"Please, read it," he almost begs.

You struggle with him for a few minutes, in which you seriously debate grabbing his phone and chucking it as hard as you can at the wall, but you don't want to pay to fix either. With a deep scowl you swipe the phone from him, tears already clinging to your eyes as you prepare to have your heart broken.

To: Yoojung

Great! Here are a few pictures I've liked, but I know she likes more simple stuff

There are three consecutive screenshots sent, of rings from local jewelry shops, all showcasing beautiful rings.

Yoojung had taken a while to reply.

From: Yoojung

Yeah these aren't bad, but I think she'd like something that matches the necklaces you already have more you know?

Yoojung had sent a few screenshots as well, with rings you admittedly really did like.

To: Yoojung

Those look way better. Are you sure it's okay for me to use your voucher? I feel like you should save it for yourself

From: Yoojung

Does it look like I have a partner to buy couples rings with lol it'll just expire if it's not used soon

From: Yoojung

Sorry I have to be there since it's in my name

To: Yoojung

Don't even worry about it, I'm just thankful you're helping me. I think she'll really love them :)

From: Yoojung

I think so too :)

You blank his phone, letting it fall onto the couch between you as you cover your face and sob. Jeongguk finally let's himself wrap his arms around you and pull you close, cradling you against his chest as you fist his shirt.

You can vaguely hear yourself apologizing, but it's hard to understand over the way you're crying and gasping, body trembling against his. Jeongguk soothes you gently, kissing the top of your head and massaging your back as he lets you cry, rocking the two of you. It seems so silly now, so innocent, and you accused the both of them of something so horrid.

When your tears have rescinded and you're left with red eyes and puffy cheeks, Jeongguk pulls back to look at you, "Baby, why on Earth would you think I'd ever cheat on you?"

You nibble on your bottom lip, ashamed. Jeongguk doesn't push you as it takes you a moment to answer, voice weak and exhausted, "Because-because they always do."

"They?" He raises an eyebrow, fingers light as he sweeps your hair off your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

"Exes. Maybe not cheating but… but they always leave. For her," you whimper.

He looks surprised and you turn away, unable to face him, as you continue, "I'm sorry. I-I didn't think you'd stay. I thought you would go. To her. I thought you already had."

Jeongguk releases a long and controlled breath, knotting his hands in the hair at the base of your skull so he can turn your face gently back towards him, "I'm sorry I didn't give you enough reasons to trust me."

You start crying again, unsure of how to respond to that.

"I don't know what else I can do," he continues, "to let you know I love you, and that I'm not looking for anyone else. Do you feel this way about everyone? I can't cut off people just to make sure you don't get jealous."

"It's just… it's just Yoojung," you whisper. Jeongguk knows you well and while he has hold of you so you have to face him, you can at least glance away, "only her."

Jeongguk nods and sighs, "That isn't healthy, baby, you understand that right? I want to be friends with Yoojung because she's your best friend, nothing more."

"I know," you whisper, but patterns are hard to ignore, "I know. I tried but- but I just-"

You cut yourself off, biting your lip. Jeongguk lowers his forehead to yours, resting for a moment before he asks lowly, "Is that why you wouldn't let us meet?"

You sniffle as you nod and Jeongguk nods with you, having already figured it out.

"Okay," he pulls away from you, settling you comfortably on your couch cushion as he pushes himself up.

You watch him with sad eyes, fiddling with your fingers as you say, "I understand if you want to break up now, I-"

Jeongguk gives you a soft look, "I don't want to break up, baby. This situation hurt, yeah, but I can understand where you're coming from and I understand that your first instinct was to protect yourself."

He smiles as he leans down towards you, "We can work on this, okay? With time and communication. But you have to try too, it can't just be me."

Jeongguk chuckles slightly at the shocked look on your face, taking your fingers in his hands and kissing the pads of each one.

"Now, I'm going to make you some tea; it should help with your throat," he stands up and gives you a cheeky look, "and then I have to go shopping for something."

You watch in amazement as he heads into your kitchen, rummaging around in it noisily.

"Oh, and unblock me, would you baby?"

Jeongguk left you with a cup of tea and a sweet kiss.

"I'll be back to unpack my stuff, okay?" He teased before he left, wiggling his eyebrows.

You had curled up on the couch, exhausted but feeling light. You both can and can't believe how much of a fuss you had made, but you feel better now, having talked to Jeongguk. Or, well, being confronted by Jeongguk. Good thing your boyfriend is headstrong and stubborn or you would have ruined your entire relationship.

You're dozing off when your doorknob rattles, it having stayed unlocked after Jeongguk left. He walks back in like nothing had happened, like you two hadn't fought at all, just grabs the bags of his things and heads back to your room.

You stay curled up on the couch, comforted by the sound of him moving around in your room and humming lightly to himself. In no time at all he's joining you on the couch, changed into a pair of sweatpants from the jeans he was wearing. He squeezes in behind you, securing a strong arm around your waist when you almost topple off from his jostling, before he's placing his head in the curve of your neck.

Jeongguk is normally affectionate, but he probably feels more needy, like you currently do, in the aftermath of your fight. You grab the hand around your waist and interlock your fingers, anchoring you two together. Jeongguk sighs, happy, and nuzzles into your neck, placing small kisses against your skin as he does so.

You don't know what to say, but he doesn't say anything either, just turns the TV on for background noise as you both hold each other. You both have said enough, you can let your actions speak for a while.

On your nine month anniversary a few days later, Jeongguk gives you your not so secret present, and you still cry over it.

He looks supremely pleased as you both slide your rings on each other's right ring fingers, Jeongguk brushing your tears off after.

"You know," he murmurs in between small kisses, as you struggle to calm yourself down, "we should think about moving in together."

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook drabble #fluff #a lil angst #but like immediate comfort #idk just something small to kind of talk about some of the insecurities i feel about myself #never had a partner leave me but i did have a partner with a friend i used to get super unhealthy anxious about #ending is rushed #i should have had like a scene between you and yoojung #but i was done with this :)#also the spacing on this looks super fucked on mobile i might have to go in and fix that #but later #I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO ADD A GIF #also the gif has nothing to do with the story hes just hot af there lmao

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years ago

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Tripple Threat

Billy loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: you survived a Ghostface attack in sneeky way and the boys find out you are a lot more intresting than they had expected.

Warning: swearing, mention of murder?

This took me so fuckin long to write for no good reason, and it still sucks ass

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You felt him watching again, but you knew that the second you'd turn around to look out the french doors to the porch he would be gone or just not there at all.

It made you think you were paranoid.

They had been at this for weeks now, only you couldn't figure out why the Hell they hadn't already finished the Job and Ended you.

They were playing with you, you knew it, wanted to see you drive yourself insane figuring it out. Going back and forth between Is he or isn't he? Is it all in my head or not? Sick fuck.

You shook the thoughts from your head placing the bags on the counter along with your other belongings

pulling the movies out of the bag looking at them still deciding which one would be the one for the night. You counted down from five in your head as you looked them over again, just like you had in the video store.

On one the phone rang just like you knew it would. It was another part of this game. One of the reasons you knew he was watching now. You made not rush to cross the room and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

You hummed walking over to the Back doors and Unlocking them and pulling them open. "Movie night?"

He asked as you stepped onto the back porch, the Thick summer air, although cooled a bit too the lack of sun, instantly slapped you in the face with its heat.

"How'd you guess?"

You asked sarcastically, scanning the yard for any sign of either of them.

"I'm good like that."

"Right."

There was a rustling sound from the bush beside you making you jump away only to find a Lizard crawl out at your feet.

"Jumpy tonight aren't we?"

"What can I say? You don't exactly set me at ease."

"Ah Boo, Guess I'm failing at my job."

You chuckled heartlessly. "What do you want?" You finally asked him." It was silent for a moment.

"Hello? Hey dick, Cat got your tounge!? Answer me!"

More quiet.

"Fine, Don't answer me! And don't call back!"

"Gosh you're cute when you're angry.And to think I made you that angry...hmm wonder what else I could-"

"Answer my question."

You snapped now walking to the edge of the porch in an attempt to try and spot them.

"You know, I heard what you said to that boyfriend of yours before you threw him at us to save yourself.." You gulped at the thought of what you'd done.

"Oh...you're a tough cookie I didn't think Fear was something you felt, maybe it's not fear more like Guilt."

He was playing with you, trying to get reactions from you.

"I remember what you said to your boyfriend, how you pushed him right into the knife, blood splatting up to cover your pretty face."

"What are you getting out of this? Why play these games? You could easily kill me right now...and any time before that especially on that night when you planned on doing it."

"Oh poor little princess, is living with the guilt getting to be too much for you!?" You opened your mouth but it was quickly covered by a gloved hand and you were yanked back Into the house.

You growled into the glove and used all your weight into pushing him back into the corner of the counter.

He let out a sharp cry in pain and loosened his grip on you enough for you to escape his hold. But he grabbed your ankle pulling you down to the floor with a hard smack, you hissed in pain as he pulled his knife out and moved to pin you down.

But you weren't having it and sat up, head butting him and knocking him off of you enough so you could roll on top of him, pinning him down and yanking the mask off of him.

"Billy fucking loomis!" You chuckled. "No goddamn way!"

"You're a tricky one." He said from under you.

"Yea...and your so fucking dead." You said hitting his chest. He only smirked at you and leaned up closer to your face.

"No, you." You narrowed your eyes and glanced up to look at the back door, seeing the second if the pair running up behind you in the reflection.

You ducked his knife attack getting up intime for him to turn and face you. you quickly twisted his arm behind his back, taking the knife from him and pulling his own mask off.

"Ah! Stu Macher!?" You laughed in his ear and held the knife to his throat as Billy got up.

"What a fuckin dream team."

"C'mon y/n! No hard feelings!" Stu said a little worried. "Yea, besides you wouldn't actually do it." Billy said a little more confidently. You tilted your head and tightened your grip on him, pushing the knife closer to his neck.

"You're absolutely right Loomis, I won't." You smirked as an idea came into your head.

"Unless.."

"Unless what!?" He spat at you, you pulled Stu back with you as you backed away from Billy slightly.

"I want in!" You said excitedly.

Stu laughed a little.

"I told you I liked her, Billy."

"Awe! I like you too Stu!" You said nuzzling into his neck and planting a light kiss on his jaw. "A lot! And I'll be really upset if I have to carve up Your pretty little face! So! do we. Have. A. Deal?"

Billy smirked at you and nodded slowly.

"Sure we've got a deal, let Stu go and we can talk about it."

"I'm not a Moron dipshit! I have A's in all my classes, Including my Human Anatomy class so I know exactly where to Cut Stu here so he dies within seconds! So don't fucking trick me!"

Billy held up his hands and slowly set his knife down on the ground and kicked it across the floor. "Now I promise you, we just want to talk."

"Thank you." You let stu go pushing him away from you. "Can we keep her?" Stu asked giddily as he stood next to billy. You tapped the tip of the knife to your lip with a smile.

"Sure we can, Stu." Billy said walking over to you almost sizing you up, he cupped you face in his hand. "You know you're the only person to ever escape us Twice." He said looking at you as you leaned into his touch.

"I think we could make this work."

"Glad to hear it." You said leaning up to peck his lips. "How bout we talk about this over dinner? I'll buy." Stu rushed over and looped his arm with yours. "Sounds perfect." You looked at Billy and offered your hand. "You in?"

#ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #poly ghostface #poly ghostface x reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagine

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papiliona · 4 years ago

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On another note, Ranboo theatre fan truthing because this was definitely inspired by the song 'Confrontation' from Jekyll and Hyde (which is very cool actually!)

JEKYLL:

It's over now I know inside no one will ever know...

The sorry tale of Edward Hyde,and those who died...

No one must ever know.. (Ranboo feels like the things he did are his fault; he's panicking, and that's why he wants to hide the things that he thinks he's done wrong)

They'd only see the tragedy,

They'd not see my intent,

The shadow of Hyde's evil...

Would forever kill the good that I had meant... (his character means well, he wants the server to be at peace but his demons/Dream/suppressed evil are influencing him into thinking that the other characters, like Tubbo and Techno and Phil, will not forgive for things or believe him when he explains his actions)

Am I a good man?

Am I a mad man?

It's such a fine line between a good man and a... (morality crisis pog? :((()

HYDE:

Do you really think

That I would ever let you go?

Do you think I'd ever set you free?

If you do, I'm sad to say,

It simply isn't so.

You will never get away from me! (Dream, or the Dream inside Ranboo's head, is an immortal, untouchable being as far as we know. He has no way of defeating the evil that he brings, and no way of healing his demons either.)

JEKYLL:

All that you are

Is a face in the mirror!

I close my eyes and you'll disappear!

HYDE:

I'm what you face

When you face in the mirror!

Long as you live, I will still be here!

(Pretty self explanatory; Hyde is part of Jekyll, as Dream is part of Ranboo right now. Ranboo subconsciously views himself as being evil and equivalent to Dream)

JEKYLL:

All that you are

Is the end of a nightmare!

All that you are is a dying scream!

After tonight,

I shall end this demon dream!

HYDE:

This is not a dream, my friend -

And it will never end!

This one is the nightmare that goes on!

Hyde is here to stay,

No matter what you may pretend -

And He'll flourish, long after you're gone!

JEKYLL:

Soon you will die,

And my memory will hide you!

You cannot choose but to lose control. (the actions he commits when blacked out are out of his control, it posseses him. And 'my memory will hide you' ; If Ranboo doesn't remember the truth about his actions will presumably be erased)

HYDE:

You can't control me!

I live deep inside you!

Each day you'll feel me devour your soul! (we see Ranboo is getting increasingly panicked, increasingly guilty; the dark part of his character is 'devouring' him in the sense it is consuming his integrity and ability to be confident in his own morals)

JEKYLL:

I don't need to survive,

Like you need me!

I'll become whole

As you dance with death!

And I'll rejoice

As you breathe your final breath! (looking for a way to remove Dream's voice and the dark part of his character. Like I said, Ranboo means well)

HYDE:

I'll live inside you forever!

JEKYLL:

No!

HYDE:

With Satan himself by my side!

JEKYLL:

No!

HYDE:

And I know that, now and forever,

They'll never be able to separate

Jekyll from Hyde! (Dream's voice is convincing Ranboo he is evil; he is consumed by guilt)

JEKYLL:

Can't you see

It's over now?

It's time to die!

HYDE:

No, not I!

Only you!

JEKYLL:

If I die,

You'll die, too! (maybe Ranboo has to die in order to get rid of whatever is causing him to do these things or think he is doing these things? If he's taking influence from this song then it could be interesting to loose a Canon life willingly in order to remove a kind of possession)

HYDE:

You'll die in me

I'll be you! (Dream might slowly be making Ranboo come under his will... Trying to fully turn him into the unconscious version of himself?)

JEKYLL:

Damn you, Hyde!

Leave me be!

HYDE:

Can't you see

You are me?

JEKYLL:

No!

Deep inside-!

HYDE:

I am you!

You are Hyde!

JEKYLL:

No - Never!

HYDE:

Yes, forever!

JEKYLL:

God damn you, Hyde!

Take all your evil deeds,

And rot in hell!

HYDE:

I'll see you there, Jekyll!

JEKYLL:

Never!

Okay so I really hope Ranboo's story doesn't end the same way as Jekyll and Hyde. I like his character he deserves to be happy! But yeh also angst 👀👀. I have nothing else to add but please watch the shitty Broadway version of this song its so fucking funny.

#Stop liking the same things as me smh🙄#mcyt #ranboo #dream smp #mcytblr

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(Levi x Gender Neutral Reader) part 6

Hello! I'm excited about this chapter because the Levi stuff is about to pick up real quick! Thanks for sticking with the slowish start :)

Chapter Six- New Beginnings

The two sat together in the back of a carriage, the small window displaying the walls of the tunnel leading out of the underground. Sitting in front of the carriage were Erwin and Mike sharing a conversation Knife and y/n couldn't hear.

"This is a little scary y/n" Knife whispered his hands shaking in his lap, "I mean what if I'm not good enough, I'll get sent back here and I'm not sure the armory will take me back" his eyes flicked up to the window.

"You're not worried for me?" y/n smirked leaning their arm on his shoulder.

"Of course not! You're way stronger than me, and confident too. Even if you don't pass the test I bet you could find a way to stay up there" His eyes darted to y/n, "You're not like me, you are way more capable" y/n could see he was holding back tears to the best of his ability.

"I think you should have more faith in yourself kid" they patted him on the head, "you're strong enough to have survived being in the armory for the last couple of years"

"Don't call me kid, I'm pretty sure we're around the same age" he huffed.

"No way, you're definitely still a child" y/n chuckled, they had started to feel much more comfortable around Knife lately. He had felt like their only friend since coming to Paradis.

"Well, I think I'm 20" He groaned, "You look like you're the same age as me" he moved his eyes back to the window, there was more light streaming into the carriage.

"I'm 25" y/n said leaning over him to see out the window better, "so I'm older kiddo" they smiled as the sun started to blind the two of them.

"Yeah whatever" he sighed unable to stop smiling at the light, something Knife had never seen before.

"I never thought the sky could look so beautiful" y/n rubbed their eyes trying to adjust to the new light.

"I never thought I'd see it at all" his voice dreamy and soft, Knife pressed his hands to the small glass separating him from the sky, "I've never even seen a girl this pretty"

"Well, I don't think you'll have much luck courting the sky" y/n smiled at him, they'd seen the sky plenty of times, Seeing Knife look at the sky was more pleasant to them.

...

The carriage ride finally pulled up to a building in Mitras, the door opened by Mike from the other side. As the two undergrounders stepped out they marveled at the beautiful architecture of the above-ground world they had been dwelling beneath.

"Uh- I think we won't fit in... in there" Knife said shyly, watching the well-dressed officials walk in and out of the building before him.

"We're just going in to fill out some papers, then we will bring you two where you'll be staying tonight before we head to the training grounds tomorrow" Erwin gave a small smile to the man, now in the sunlight he could fully see how pale and dirty the two were.

"Right" Knife looked at his feet hoping his face wasn't too red. Y/n was also starting to feel a pinch of embarrassment themself, they needed to make a good impression on these people.

...

Mike parted ways with the other three once inside, Erwin led Knife and y/n through the halls. Y/n took mental note of what they saw inside the building and the layout, most of the people they passed had been wearing the same light brown jacket but a few had different designs. Most had what looked like a unicorn and few had the same design the men on the walls had, two flowers. Only Erwin and Mike had a third design, wings. Erwin pointed toward a door in the hallway and gestured to Knife and y/n to stand to the side of it.

"Howard?" Erwin boomed as he knocked on the door, shuffling noises coming from the other side. The three stood quietly waiting for the door to open, after a few seconds and no response Erwin knocked again.

"O-one mo-moment" a tired voice came from behind the door, more shuffling and clunking as well. When the door finally opened a man with tired eyes looked out at the captain, "sorry" hick "sir, I was just reorganizing and lost track of time" his eyes shifted to the two next to Erwin neither looking in his direction.

"Howard these are the new recruits, I need you to have them fill out the application before they can join training tomorrow" Erwin pushed the door open further and motioned for the two to follow him in. Howard stepped back, exposing a limp in his left leg. As y/n walked past him they couldn't help but notice the stench of booze on his breath, they eyed his desk...

'Filthy... Disgusting... Unorganized' Y/n tried to control their face, scowling wouldn't suit the situation.

"S-sorry for the mess captain, just reorganizing around here" he nervously moved himself to his desk and struggled to find the application paperwork.

"This is ridiculous" y/n couldn't stop themself, the words leaving their mouth before they could think.

"Excuse me?" Erwin shifted his weight and looked y/n in the eyes.

"Apologies for speaking out of turn captain, but this man clearly isn't fit for his role" y/n decided that this accident could turn into something for them, "the man is drunk and look at this mess" y/n gestured to the whole room. 'This is risky, but the guy really is a mess. How does he even have a job like this?' y/n held their tongue for a moment waiting for Erwin to give them a response.

"Sir!" Howard leaned against his desk toward the captain, "I promise it's not like this usually!" he held back a burp and diverted his eyes.

"Have you been drinking today Howard?" Erwin leaned in as well.

"I-uh n-no sir!" Howard grabbed at something in his pocket, Erwin gestured to it and the man plopped down on his chair, "I'm sorry captain, I'm grateful that you've given me this position after the accident" he pulled out the flask in his pocket and took a swig, "but it's hard. That titan... I can't get it out of my mind. It's always lurking behind my eyelids" He massaged his temples holding back tears, "I can't do it anymore"

"This job is what exactly?" y/n cut in.

"I'm the secretary for the scout regiment," he said holding his head in his hands.

"I could easily do this job, the disorganization in here is driving me insane" y/n finally let out the scowl they had been holding in at the mess.

"You're quite confident" Erwin gave y/n an unamused look, his hand on the desk before pulling it off after finding it sticky with spilled booze.

"I promise you I could clean this office up and actually have this work organized" y/n scanned the room, "it would probably take me a few hours, maybe a day, unfortunately"

"I'm not trying to push Howard out of his job, he fought for humanity" Erwin furrowed his brow and started to speak again before getting cut off.

"I never wanted this job" Howard wabbled on his feet, "I took it because I needed something to take my mind off the nightmares, but instead I just turned to drink" He leaned over in shame, "I don't care if it's them or anyone else, but I can't do this anymore Captain" his voice was harsh.

"I understand, and apologies for having thrust this on you Howard, however, I need these two to fill out their application forms" Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, nothing that day had gone how he had planned.

"Right sir" Howard searched his desk, his face getting redder every passing moment he couldn't find the papers.

Erwin cleared his throat, "maybe we should return tomorrow morning before we leave" he smoothed his hair down preying tomorrow might go right.

"If I find the papers can I be down as a contender for the opening position?" y/n asked, their confidence continued to alarm and interest Erwin.

He wanted to say no, but honestly, there weren't many people lining up to take on the difficult and underpaid job of secretary for the scouts "I'll give you an hour, find the papers and you might have the job" he turned his attention to Howard who had begun drinking from his flask in defeat, "Let's get you to your room, I think you need a rest, Howard" He helped the man stand.

"U-um, what about me sir?" Knife shakily asked from the spot he had stood unmoved since entering the office.

"Just stay there and await further instruction" Erwin helped Howard to the door before turning back, "don't help them find the papers, if they want the position they'll need to be able to do the work on their own" he exited before either could respond.

"I already know you don't need my help" Knife looked at y/n who had started their search of the drawers of the desk, "I also knew you'd find some way to stay up here as a scout or not" his voice lowered and his eyes followed suit.

"You're better suited to be a scout than I am" y/n scanned each document they came across and tossed them into different piles, "I'd be a better fit in an office like this, don't you think?" y/n gleamed at a cluster of papers pushed to the back of the drawer.

"Yeah, I can see you in a suit working on some papers" Knife smiled to himself, "I mean you were always writing and organizing things for the armory so it makes sense" he watched as his friend smoothed out the crumpled papers.

"So dear Knife, are you ready to fill out your application to the scouts?" y/n started clearing a spot on the desk for him to work on the paper smiling to themself.

"What if- well I mean just like a silly question, but-um, what if I can't exactly read everything on... this" Knife's face turned an aggressive shade of red. Y/n couldn't help but laugh, this was truly the first time since coming to Paradis they had felt this good and relaxing.

"I'll read out the questions, you just answer" y/n hummed and the two began the process finishing as Erwin returned.

...

As the days turned into months y/n finally had the office to their liking and was constantly flipping through and organizing documents and reports involving the scouts, 'it definitely isn't a hub for important information, but my file for Marley is growing at a steady pace' y/n softly patted some dust off the edge of their desk.

"Y/n?" a soft voice and knocked came from the other side of the door.

"Come in!" they chirped gently turning the chair to face the door, in walked the young lady who made deliveries.

"You have a few more reports from the most recent meeting and you also have a personal letter" she smiled shuffling through some envelopes in her bag.

"Thank you, Sarah" y/n smiled up from their seat as the girl placed the papers on their desk, 'a personal letter?' y/n reached for it wondering who could have sent it.

"Of course, have a good evening" Sarah smiled and waved making her exist, of course, that bag was always fuller of documents to deliver. Y/n couldn't imagine running around for people all day like that, far too tiring for nothing in return honestly.

'Now then' y/n thought as they opened the letter their face scrunching up at what they read.

Dearest Y/n L/n,

I'm writing to inform you that your niece and nephews will be meeting you soon. Don't worry about our original meeting plans, they'll let you know when they've arrived. Sorry, I can't write more cousin, it's been so busy around here lately. The kids will let you know how everything has been though.

Sincerely,

Your favorite cousin

'Zeke' y/n couldn't think of anyone else who may be behind this new development. This did change things though, y/n originally would have been thinking to start getting ready to leave soon. Now they weren't sure when the warriors, they assumed correctly, would be arriving. They were also nervous about the letter, 'hopefully, no one will find it suspect that I may have family outside of the underground when I wasn't even a documented person down there' y/n rubbed their temples. Another knock at the door brought them back to the world.

"Y/n?" Erwin said opening the door before they even said anything in return, "I have some paperwork for you" he closed the door behind him.

"Is it the paperwork you were supposed to bring me yesterday?" they put the letter in the top drawer of their desk.

"Oh?" he raised a brow trying to remember what they were talking about, "no, this is paperwork on some interesting people we've discovered" he placed the papers on the desk.

"Not the report on how much supplies the scouts need for their next expedition?" they grabbed the papers and began scanning, 'the underground? What's with this guy and trying to find scouts in the underground?' y/n looked up at Erwin trying to read his unreadable expression.

"Friends of yours?" his soft smile sent a shiver down their back, "I hear they stole odm gear and taught themselves how to use it, we're still too short on people and if they already know how to use our gear" his eyes were doing that thing that always made y/n uncomfortable.

"Just because we're all from the underground doesn't mean we know each other" y/n continued reading the paper, but already knew what names were going to be on the list. Even though they never met y/n had a bad feeling about the three of them, and it must have been showing on their face.

"You don't think they should join?" he sat down across from y/n resting his elbows on the edge of the desk.

"I'm not sure about that, but I don't think they're going to join just because you ask nicely" they traced the margin of the paper with their middle finger letting their thumb circle the last name on the list, Levi. His face hit their mind, pale skin under the glow of what little lights there were in the alley, and cool steely eyes.

"You're not normally easy to read, but today seems even more difficult" Erwin studied the secretaries face trying to figure out what emotion they were trying to hide.

"I guess I just don't think it's a good idea to keep picking up strays from the underground" they placed the paper down pushing it toward Erwin, "I also think that if you actually want me to send this in for approval you should look over it again"

"I'll bring it back tomorrow along with the supplies reports" Erwin stood up and smoothed out the front of his jacket.

"I'll believe it when I see it" they brought their attention back to the mail Sarah had brought in earlier. They hoped that the officials wouldn't allow Erwin to fish for more scouts underground, y/n had been distracted by enough already.

Chapter Six- End

More to come soon, really wanted to get to Levi's in this chapter... but it felt like it was getting a little too long.

#levi attack on titan #aot #captain levi #attack on titan #fanfic #levi x gender neutral reader #aot fanfiction #fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman

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lovecolibri · 3 years ago

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SaL anon here wishing you well as you recover from round 2 of the Covid vaccine. Don't feel bad about it, I was nonfunctional for almost a solid week after my 2nd round so take your time, including answering my (or anybody's really) asks. Save your strength for the upcoming episode which I'm torn between thinking will be satisfying or horrifying. Also, I haven't forgotten about the beloved weewoh show, I've actually finished through 2x13 and have so many thoughts! But 1st, let's survive 3x08.

I'm working on your ask right now and will hopefully have it out before the episode tonight. Thanks for your kind words! I'm feeling about 98% better today so it looks like I got off pretty easy! Tonight is for sure going to be an episode! Whether it's good or not remains to be seen (I have NOT forgotten all the hype around 2x06 and look how THAT turned out for us) so I'm just nervously vibrating until we see what we're going to get. I can't decide if Vlamis is giving us lots of good Malex teases and content in preparation for something super great, or in consolation for another episode of Malex miscommunicating and not really getting anywhere, or anything happening in the "real" world, depending on what the "twisty" Malex moment is. Which does NOT inspire confidence and I've been living in fear of this episode since that was mentioned. I guess we'll find out soon enough!

So excited to talk 911 with you too so I'll look forward to that later this week!

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #season 3 spoilers #malex

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Three)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: none

Context: The senior officer (Y/n) is expecting arrives.

A/N: Im not really sure where this story is going, but anyhow. I'm sorry, there really isn't that much mention of the boys in this, but I guess this can kinda count as a filler chapter?

Masterlist.

My hands are shaking as I check my watch yet again, biting my lip nervously as I shift in place, my coat drawn tightly around me to fight off the cool night air, the rest of my clothes as smart as possible, to make a good impression. In my left hand, I hold the creased envelope, the edges torn and dog-eared from being handled so much, the letter inside stained slightly from where I picked it up with my hands covered in gore, the contents nearly branded into my memory by now. A senior officer is to meet me at the Santa Carla train station at eight o'clock exactly, should the train be on time for once. Since I received this information two days ago, I have not stopped fidgeting and worrying with myself, my nails bitten down to the bed, the skin painful and red, my nerves running rampant within me, resulting in a thorough tidy-up of the shed and many unforseen training fights with the hand-made dummy behind it, my knuckles as sore as if I've been in a real fight.

Even now, I can feel the bruising under my gloves smart with every movement, my fingers flexing instinctually as I watch the thinning stream of people emerging from the station doors, eyes hoping to catch sight of the officer soon, knowing the uniform will be the tell tale giveaway. My own uniform is neat and tidy for once, as the rules of the SRS state, my long overcoat concealing the weapons I'm obligated to carry around with me: a gun loaded with wooden bullets, three vials of holy water, a stake and a silver knife. Legally, I'm allowed to carry these weapons in full view, being a Hunter for the SRS and all, but most of us choose not to, seeing as the civilians tend to find the sight of them pretty unnerving, but there are some, more arrogant ones, who choose to flaunt their status for the whole world to see, making them easy targets for almost any supernatural being. A wry grimace makes it's way onto my face as I recall the time when my first drill sergeant as a Cadet stalked into a werewolf pack with all of his silver weaponry out on show, instantly resulting in an all out brawl, which only some of us survived. The sergeant was the first to die.

"(Y/n)! It's been too long!" A horribly familiar voice snaps me from my thoughts, my eyes swiftly locating the tall figure walking over to me. Elijah Finch, the lanky, dark haired man I went to Hunting School with, wearing the neatly pressed black jacket of a senior officer, the rank badges sewn onto his chest showing that he has also reached a very high number of kills, as well as a completely new status.

"It's good to see you, sir." I address him with the correct formality, a tight smile forcing it's way onto my lips, my posture straightening as I salute him. For a brief second, I see a faint glimmer of pride flash through the crystal depths of his eyes at the title.

"Ah, don't call me that, (Y/n). We're friends, and that's not how friends talk to each other." He grins as he steps over to me, dropping his holdall momentarily in order to sweep me up into a tight embrace.

Relaxing into him, I return the hug, inhaling the familiar smell of his cologne as he crushes me into his chest, clearly happier to see me than I am him.

"If you say so, Elijah." I respond in his ear, pulling away after a minute, smiling at his broad grin, taking note of the new scar on his right cheek, the pale line splitting his sharp cheekbone in two, "The hell happened to your face?"

"Oh this? Nothing too bad, just had a bad encounter with a possessed child." Elijah smirks, picking up his bag again and slinging it onto his back, refusing my offer to help him out.

"A child gave you that?" I lift an eyebrow at him, finding this amusing.

"A possessed child." He corrects me, falling into step beside me as I lead him away from the train station, aiming to get to the main road, where we can pick up some decent food without coming across David and the boys.

"Sure." I chuckle, rolling my eyes, "You hungry?"

"I could eat. Anywhere good in town?"

"Eh, I guess. Most of them are takeaways, but there's a pretty decent diner just off the main road." I inform him, sticking my hands into my pockets as we walk, hunching my shoulders a little as the cool wind blows around us, chilling me to the bone.

"Lets go there, then. I'll pay." The tall Hunter says decisively, giving me a pointed look when I glance at him queationingly.

"Sure, if you don't mind." I frown slightly at this, fumbling with the notes in my pockets a little out of protest, "When did you become a senior?"

"A month back, I think. Yeah, it was around the beginning of September or so." He replies, clearly looking as if he wants to go on, something which I am only too happy to allow.

"Oh yeah? What was the mission?" I inquire, referring to the SRS concept that a Hunter is promoted to Senior only after completing a particularly difficult hunt.

"Oh, it wasn't too difficult. There was a coven of vampires trying to take over the French Quarter, back home in New Orleans, and had started a fight with the witches that already lived there. I had to go in with a squad of Hunters and eliminate the bloodsuckers, before everything got out of hand. I managed it, and didn't lose a single member of the squad." He goes on to explain, sounding impossibly proud of himself as always, his tone laced with self-confidence.

"Congrats, it sounds like it was well deserved." I congratulate him, stopping outside the diner I usually stay out of, preferring to go to the one on the Boardwalk, my jaw clenching as I see that it is closed for the night.

"Damn that sucks. Is there another one nearby?" Elijah asks, blue eyes looking the structure up and down, hand adjusting on the straps of his bag.

"Err, yeah. There's one just over there." I inform him, pointing at the entrance to the Boardwalk, which lies a good 25 metres away down the road.

"Lets hope that one isn't closed, too." He muses, allowing me to hesitantly lead the way again.

Quickly, we make our way onto the Boardwalk, where I then quickly locate the diner and direct Elijah over to it, hoping the boys aren't anywhere nearby. Thankfully, this one is open, meaning the two of us easily get a table, our uniforms giving us some sort of advantage over other customers, even though the insignia is not a particularly widely recognised one. Sitting at a window table, we take the time to look at the menu properly before deciding on something to order, doing so and relaxing back into our seats as we wait, both of us instinctively turning to look out the window, where I instantly spot the four people I didn't want to see tonight.

Across the pavement, David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko have pulled up on their motorcycles, the four of them drawing attention to themselves as always, something which makes me grit my teeth in annoyance, knowing that Elijah will easily spot them.

"They the resident biker gang?" The Hunter asks, gesturing to the boys with a curious expression.

Tensing almost indiscernibly, I try to suppress the rising fear inside me, nodding as I reply to him.

"It is. They like offering races to anyone who catches their eye." I explain to him, only revealing half of the truth behind them, eyeing the four vampires as they talk amongst themselves, David pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, followed by a lighter, his icy blue eyes suddenly locking with mine across the space. A smirk makes it's way onto his face as he sees me.

"They do, huh? I bet you could easily beat them on yours." Elijah muses out loud, looking me over with a critical eye.

"Yeah, well the only problem with that is that my bike is back in New Orleans, and has been for my entire time here." I remind him, recalling the black Triumph back in the garage at Headquarters, suddenly wishing I could ride it again, missing the exhilaration of the ride.

"That's too bad. I'm surprised, though, you and that bike were pretty much inseparable."

"It's the best vehicle I've ever driven." I shrug, returning my gaze to the four motorcycles outside, only to find their riders gone. Confusion fills me, eyes searching for them, until I hear an unmistakable voice behind me, my heart dropping in my chest.

"So this is where you got to, kitten. We were wondering where you were." David's smirk is practically audible in his tone, my jaw tightening as I turn to face him, only now registering what he called me, a deep blush blossoming on my cheeks.

"Hey David. I didn't realise you were looking for me." I smile cordially at him, trying to signal to him with my eyes for him to leave, before he's caught.

"We got worried." The platinum blonde affirms, eyeing Elijah, who watches the exchange in confusion, "Who's your friend?"

"This is Elijah. He's a close friend of mine. Elijah, this is David, Dwayne, Marko and Paul, some friends I've made here." I introduce them, trying not to reach over and slap their reaching hands away from each other, reminding myself that they boy have gloves onñ and so the difference in temperature shouldn't be too noticeable.

"Nice to meet you, Elijah." David greets, tone sounding forced and completely false.

"Nice to meet you, too." The tall Hunter smiles, shaking David's hand, eyes flicking over the others in turn.

David turns to me once again once he's finished shaking hands, blue eyes teasing.

"Let us know when you're next free, we'd love to spend more time together again." The vampire tells me, before he and the boys step out, Marko and Paul pushing and shoving each other on their way, nearly upsetting a few of the tables.

Once they've left, Elijah looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Friends?" Is all he says.

"What, are you implying that I can't make friends?" I tease, hoping not to have to go into too much detail.

"Of course not. They just seem pretty interesting characters." He shrugs, looking over as the waiter brings us our food, thanking him pleasantly before returning his gaze to me.

"They are, but they're a great cover-up story at times." I reason, tucking into my food.

"Ah, right. Makes sense. Anyway, you got any plans later?" He queries, casually, cutting up some of his own food as he does so.

"No, why?" I respond, confused.

"Because I am in the mood for some hunting."

Part Four

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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carrottuan93 · 4 years ago

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Haven’t met you yet | Mark

Masterlist (3/4) | part1 - part2 - part4

Starring: MK x You

Tags: Mark Tuan, Fluff, Destiny, Waiting, Christmas, Bookworm, Nerd, Love, Fate

Total WC: 2194

You nearly puked your guts out to the sight of Jackson sticking to Eunhee and hugging her like forever has been robbed from them. You failed to confide to your best friend about what happened to you in the last 24 hours. So as not to spoil their couple time together, you chose to not disturb them and just mingle with all the kids in the sweet treats section. You love kids so much you play Santa and distributed macarons to each one of them. As expected, most of your close friends and guests brought their own boyfriends, if not, their own husbands and it was a nice show to witness, with sarcasm aside. Thanks to Jackson’s little cousins, they keep you entertained with their bubbly personality.

“One with the kids, sure you’re missing the party in the adult section, no?” The sight of a guy clad in a formal white dress shirt, tucked in a black denim pants partnered with a classic chuck taylor, and a gray winter coat, welcomed your eyes. Guys who dress fashionably is such a head turner for you.

“Actually, they keep me company so I’m having fun to be honest.” You replied, feeling all the weird sensation cascading across your spine. You feel a bit nauseous whenever guys approach you. You don’t know if you even want to be with a guy right now, after your embarrassing experience last night.

“My cousins here are a bunch of nuisance, you’ll get tired of them soon.” He picked one matcha macaron from the aisle and took a bite of it. You observed his expression. A smile crept up to his face and you caught sight of Eunhee in a distant, gossiping to Jackson that you’re having a moment with his cousin. You certainly know that they’re mentally pairing you up already and you are growing nervous about the plans that they are possibly plotting behind your back.

“You like it? I bought them all the way from a café near my workplace that sells classic macarons just like the original ones from Paris.” He nodded in approval as you watch him took another piece, this time it’s strawberry. That’s your favorite flavor among the rest and you can really tell that the sweet tooth runs on Jackson’s bloodline by how his cousins, from the little chubby ones and the grown up beside you, munch on your favorite treat.

“I never really eat macarons, but you introduced me into it. You deserve a recognition, uhm?” He lifted his hand for a handshake. He doesn’t know your name yet so you took his hand and introduced yourself right away.

“It’s Y/n, Eunhee’s best friend. Thank you for the recognition by the way. Well, you come here with a date?” You’re mentally tiptoeing above the thin ice. It’s better to assume that this cute guy over here is already taken, I mean with his looks, he's totally a charmer, you thought to yourself.

“I didn’t bring anyone with me, so I assume you also come along on your own, no?” Green light. Okay, you need to calm down. This isn’t like any of your past blind dates but first meetups are usually nerve wracking and scary so you played the innocent heroine that you are and chose to just go with the flow seeing how Eunhee and Jackson are staring at you maliciously from Mark’s back, you know they were able to receive the death notes you are sending them via telepathy.

“That explains it.” It’s not that you had a thing with cute guys, but maybe you just discovered it right now. You can tell he’s a decent one, a cool and random Asian-American import from the west and maybe if you’re an ice cream, you already turned into liquid by the way he stares at you.

“I don’t know anything about you yet, but would you trust a complete stranger to celebrate your Christmas eve with? If you’re up for it, we’ll leave this party right away because I can tell that you’re going to get sick from all these couples outnumbering us.” Have you been a good girl this year? You didn’t include this guy on your Christmas list but Santa rewarded you without even asking for it.

“I’m putting my trust on you knowing that Jackson is a good guy so does his cousin. I'll sue him and he’ll answer for the damages and fines in case you failed to bring me back in good shape.” You both let out a hefty chuckle earning glares from your best friend and her boyfriend. You’ve decided to pursue your spontaneous trip with Mark and the next thing you know you’re already closing the front door upon your exit even before the two of them could react to your great and grand escape.

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He took you on a ride away from the busy and bustling streets of Seoul. You're thrilled to find out that he actually brought you to Namsan Tower, the highest peak in the city. You're awed expression cannot suffice the picturesque panoramic scenery of Seoul unfolding in front of your very eyes when you entered the observatory on the top most floor. You were unable to talk all of a sudden and your heart is brimming with unexplained strings of emotion as you kept on taking pictures and videos of the breathtaking place that sent your eyes into a food coma.

"I only went to N tower once, or maybe twice but that was during the day and I have no idea that this is how it looks at night. It's a miss, nobody will be able to witness this scene on a Christmas eve the way we're seeing it right now." You forgot about your shameful episodes of last night's happenings and your worries disappeared in just an instant.

"I kind of paid for tonight's reservation when I arrived here in Korea a week ago, with the hopes of spending Christmas only to myself. Consider yourself lucky, you've managed to join me on this one-time event. Heck, the price I paid for is totally worth it. Come here and try this." He urged you to look on the telescope, and to your surprise, you're taking in every aspect of the city in a bird's eye perspective. Everything you look at is really stunning. Like you never really imagined that perfection exists for real until tonight and you're experiencing it with a random guy whom you've only met an hour ago. Your eyes met his and you wished you aren't redder than a rotten tomato for looking like a lost deer caught on a headlight.

"The view here is really pretty.” He gave you a smile, too charming for your own consumption.

“It really is.” He’s even prettier than the view. You can only sense your guy-o-meter raising for Mark. Good lord, is this a sign? Your mind is now ready to tick the ideal guy boxes on your list.

“We shouldn't keep this New York style pizza from waiting while it is hot.” He chuckled, like the cute kid that he is. There is something with his unique laugh that you really don’t mind hearing at all. Is he older than me? Please, I don’t want to date someone younger than me.

“Okay, sure kid.” You followed him as he sat on the ground in a dimly lit room radiating a romantic atmosphere under the starry and chilly skies of Seoul. This is not a date, but a friendly escape out of boredom planned by two single hearts on a Christmas eve. As if you’re two partners in crime, sitting on one of the highest skyscrapers in town, while sharing a box of pizza. It’s just that you aren’t Bonnie and neither he is your Clyde but you're loving the idea of him as someone whom you can rely on.

“I’m older than you, silly.” The sight of a wine bottle behind him caught your attention and wondered where it came from. He noticed you eyeing the prize so he did the honor and poured you a glass of wine while you’re devouring your slice of pizza. You never imagined that eating pizza is too romantic and one for the books.

“Any proof that you’re actually above 25? Cause you really look young. With that face, you can qualify for a student discount on public transports and still save money for your commute.” You want to make sure that he’s at least 5 years older than you. You prefer dating someone older than you because they always say that a guy's maturity is a year delayed for his age.

“Trust me, I just know. I’m old enough to buy a house and enter into casinos, I guess.” He gave you a wink and you felt a gush of strong wind blew your senses away. He’s totally a Romeo and you took a swig of wine while observing him secretly.

“So you’re a gambler? I might have been spending my time with some kind of a mafia leader and still have no clue about it.” He’s laughing at it again. I might have a talent with making cute guys laugh and that’s an asset I only discovered right now.

“What, no! But my dad is a big spender in casinos. My duty is to look out for him and take him home before he could even bet our fortune with his leisure. I could always hear him say ‘It has gotta be all or nothing’. He’s born for taking risks and maybe I got that gene from him that’s why.” He stretched his legs and sat like he’s on a photoshoot. He’s not a model but he can beat the professional ones even without the need for screening.

“What’s the biggest risk you’ve taken in your life so far?” You folded your legs as you watch him wonder with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He poured a glass for himself and you noticed that he used the same glass that you drink on.

“I believe we’re taking risks everyday in our lives. The only difference is the distance of our leap towards taking or not taking chances at all. Like when you’re playing a game, everything starts with equal opportunities. It’s a race to the witch mountain. The first one to gamble takes it all. You gotta be the predator of every tournament and you gotta be the last one standing in a survival of the fittest. If you’re brave enough to take the earliest start, you can use that advantage to ace your end game. It’s all about timing and investing. Win or lose streak. There is no such thing as a grey area when it comes to taking risks. You don’t get to tie with anybody. Either you’ll win or lose. You just have to trust your instincts and roll your dice like everyday is your last day on earth. If I go for something, I go all in. No half-baked decisions. Because my father taught me that risks equates to rewards and I’m all up for the extremes of both worlds. That’s the one thing I’m best at. I know how to play the game nice and fair because I know how to measure the corners of a square and even the distance around the circle which is not visible to the naked eye. After all, he considers me as his lucky charm. That explains my presence to his endless casino nights. And he hardly ever loses if I’m with him. Sure, Pops are probably waiting for me at our doorstep in LA right now. Too bad, his son is on the other side of the world, taking his own risk of a lifetime.” You left with no words to say. He’s too deep, a food for the soul. Guys like him are the ones that can be displayed in museums. He’s a delicate art and nobody should be allowed to touch him but the curator. And you’d want to take that role.

“What if you lose? If you go all in and you lose everything all at once? Have you experienced it already?” you asked, admiring the tiny mole sitting under his left eye. You decided to take your second glass of wine.

“The best thing about losing is that you’ve tried. I don’t take failures as an excuse for not trying again and taking another risk the next day. If I lose, so what? That only means you’re brave because you grow stronger with every fall that you take. Like a bamboo tree, it only bends but it doesn’t break. Life is all about swimming against the current of uncertainties and finding yourself floating on top of your insecurities.” As if he’s summarizing all the lessons in life, you’d always want to go for the front seat. He’s a walking self-help book, and maybe Mark Manson’s book of ‘the subtle art of not giving a fuck’ would have to sit longer in my shelf for the meantime. I got a risk-taker author Mark, right here and I got nothing to worry about.

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Bea & Fraze

Bea: What are you going to wear to Ro's birthday? Fraze: Pick whatever you like for this fantasy where I'm going Bea: You have to Bea: you have no excuse not to Fraze: I don't need an excuse now that I'm too big for my ma, or da come to that, to drag me anywhere Fraze: I don't wanna, I don't have to, end of Bea: It's still family regardless of anyone's ability to literally make you Bea: anyway, she needs the numbers Fraze: I don't hear her begging Bea: She's not about to, is she Bea: you know what she's like Fraze: And you know where to find me when you've had enough of what she's like Bea: Well if you must know I don't think I'll bother to come back either then Bea: why should I make any effort Fraze: 'Cause you had a solid enough argument there with the family obligation bullshit, even if you lost it with the part about keeping numbers up Bea: Joe isn't coming, you aren't Bea: so fuck it, clearly Fraze: She ain't our sister, she's yours Bea: Seriously Fraze: Come on Fraze: I know you didn't expect a different answer Bea: You know literally nothing Bea: How can I lecture her about being part of this family if that's how you feel Bea: and how can I expect her to feel like a part of it if she isn't, apparently, for fuck's sake Fraze: She is with the rest of them, don't start Fraze: How can I act like it's all that black and white when the only thing that is, is how I feel about you? Fraze: we've been over it Bea: You can't pick and choose Bea: that's not how this is meant to work Fraze: Well it's too fucking late Fraze: I already did Bea: Great, so she gets to be right Bea: fantastic, thanks Fraze: What do you want me to do? I can't unlove you Fraze: I have tried, like Bea: Have you? Fraze: What was most of our childhood if not that? Bea: This isn't relevant Bea: I need someone there Fraze: You asked, I gave you an answer Fraze: she's got Ali and Tommy, that other one he used to dance with Bea: Because I can ask any of them what she was like and get an honest answer Bea: there's a divide, you said it Fraze: You'll get a brutally honest answer off ma if that's what you want Bea: I want you to do this one thing for me Fraze: is that as nice as you're gonna ask? Bea: I'm not playing games Bea: I'm not in the mood Fraze: Christ's sake Fraze: alright then Bea: Thanks Fraze: whatever, I'll do it for the pleasure of you owing me Bea: you can check my calendar to cash that in Fraze: give me a chance to check my own first, Red Bea: I assume you have a handle on your own schedule Fraze: I ain't never been able to stop your assumptions Bea: You should be grateful I'm giving you that props Fraze: Oh cheers Bea: You're welcome Fraze: yeah, open arms at this party Bea: I doubt she's got a candle for you Bea: you'll avoid that Fraze: Jesus Bea: Yep Fraze: I ain't going to church, fuck that Bea: I think only Ali is doing that anyway Fraze: gutted she still ain't getting sainted for her patience Bea: Pretty sure you have to be dead for years before they get 'round to it Fraze: Trust you to know that, babe Bea: It's common knowledge Bea: Teresa was an exception Fraze: common knowledge to cunts thinking that far ahead Fraze: let me get to grips with my fucking uni schedule Bea: You gave yourself away Fraze: you wish Bea: I'll take my props away now Bea: You've been back nearly a month Fraze: And I've had fuck all to do, it ain't Cambs Bea: All the more time to work out your schedule Fraze: Worry about your own Bea: I am Fraze: You gave yourself away there Bea: Ha Fraze: you're not in the mood, I heard you the first time Bea: Good Bea: I'll leave you to it then Fraze: Alright Bea: [Skippity skip?] Fraze: [makes sense] Bea: [okay, turn up with ya BFF as a hot ass mess to this stale ass party] Fraze: [he'd be shook and fuming in equal measure, imagine his face please] Bea: [aren't we all tbh like join Ro at that table lol] Fraze: You could've said something Bea: I posted on my stories Fraze: Like I said Bea: It wasn't planned Fraze: And it ain't the longest plane ride but you had enough time to tell me you were coming Fraze: it becomes a plan once you've bought a ticket, like Bea: Hardly, it's not like it sells out, or there isn't one an hour later if it does Bea: we turned up, end of Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: I turned up here for you, the least you could've done was said I didn't have to Bea: I'm late, so I did need you here Fraze: what's his excuse? Bea: ? Fraze: Why do you need him here? Bea: He suggested I come Bea: I still wasn't sure Fraze: hand holding then Fraze: how sweet Bea: Fuck off Bea: She's my sister, I should be here, regardless of how unwelcome I am or want to be Fraze: gladly Fraze: and yeah, no shit, I told you that Bea: It's not an original concept Bea: is this all the people that showed or have people left? Fraze: I'll be the first out the door Bea: Tragic Fraze: What else did you expect? Bea: She was making such a fuss I thought perhaps she'd put a bit more effort in this time Fraze: only setting yourself up with that kind of thinking, babe Bea: More her problem than mine Fraze: Yours if you care Bea: Whatever you're trying to imply with that is stupid either way Fraze: I'm not implying anything, I said it in a dead straightforward manner Bea: Either that I do or don't care Fraze: I know you care, you wouldn't be here if you didn't Bea: If I cared I would have just showed up Fraze: you have Bea: Not before telling her I wouldn't and having an argument so Fraze: Exactly, you didn't have to and you still did Fraze: she ain't gonna appreciate it and it weren't easy for you in any sense Fraze: so you care and you're fucked by it, end of Bea: Nah Fraze: Yeah Bea: I literally just wanted to piss her off but alright Fraze: that's an added bonus Bea: If you like, Fraze Fraze: it ain't about me Fraze: but you can have pissing me off too if you like Bea: Why would you be pissed off at me Fraze: Think it through like you reckon you ain't fuck all else Bea: You were meant to be here regardless Bea: and now you can go Bea: nothing lost Fraze: it's nothing to do with any of that Bea: I'm not in the mood for guessing games either Bea: tell me or don't Fraze: Forget it Bea: Alright Bea: enjoy the rest of your evening then Fraze: I'll take my odds of that over yours Bea: I'll survive Fraze: I know Fraze: my offer still stands though Bea: I'm just here to see Ro Fraze: You're leaving tomorrow then? Bea: tonight by the looks of this Fraze: Yeah Fraze: I doubt it'll be a late one Bea: Surprised she's still here honestly Fraze: I'm surprised any of this went ahead in the first place Bea: Sure she's been planning it since her last Fraze: don't mean she wouldn't cry off it on the night Bea: You can go tell her you're proud of her if you want Fraze: fuck off Bea: 😏 Fraze: [IRL 😏 at her] Bea: [LOOK back] Fraze: [always gotta return a LOOK] Bea: [but go get a drink with Bronson, obviously] Fraze: [go get your own because you're fuming at that and also I need a reason for you not to leave thank you] Bea: [you can force Tommy to dance with you and dance with Bronson] Fraze: [just like 👀😒 downing this drink haha] Fraze: [we both know he's eventually cutting in though there's only so much looking on either of them can take] Bea: [saying something about not dancing with Fearghal and Rocky yet like wait ya turn but 😏 again] Fraze: [we're having this moment ™ because this party is too dry to deal with] Bea: [you wanna see some romance hen] Fraze: [giving Laoise's brother ideas and the confidence to 💋 with their energy LOL] Bea: [I snorted, oh lord] Fraze: [like we said before, going from that long summer to nothing when they're back at uni would be a killer so the vibe is strong] Bea: [excuse us everyone that'll be awkward to see for you] Fraze: [I hope y'all are busy having your own fun and in Ro's case getting smooched so] Bea: [y'all be trying anyway, God bless] Fraze: [mcvickers having their own dance because they don't wanna be here either, awww] Bea: [das cute] Fraze: [we should've given Laoise a little sister for Rocky to have a childhood romance with, that would've been so cute cos the fams hate each other] Fraze: [maybe there can be a girl at the caravan park cos always there with his bff Carly] Bea: [I like that idea, v cute] Fraze: [look at me getting derailed as per] Bea: [my bubba] Fraze: [go get another drink and calm down a shade please boy] Bea: [you could get away with this extraness if it wasn't such a dry party alas hensss, I should probaby think about what present you're throwing at Ro] Fraze: Do you want me to tell you I'm proud of you then or what? Bea: For what? Fraze: Doing the dance rounds, how well you wrapped that gift, take your pick Bea: I don't think that'll make me feel any better, but you go ahead if it will you Fraze: Nah, not really Bea: Don't bother then Fraze: consider it not done Bea: Then we're all happy Fraze: No need to take the bullshit that far Bea: That's what her happy face looks like Fraze: Christ Bea: Told you it was tragic Fraze: I didn't dispute it Bea: Do you know the neighbour kids name? Fraze: Is that a trick question? Bea: Um, no Bea: I want to look him up Fraze: 'Course I fucking don't Bea: 🙄 you're so helpful Bea: bet you know the sister's name Fraze: don't be placing bets about me and girls my sister's age Bea: Lighten up it's not like she's a kid Fraze: She was Ali's friend when she was a kid, hardly a turn on seeing her trying to catch frogs or cast spells Fraze: but cheers for your permission Bea: Unlike our sisters, respectively, I'm sure she's grown up some since then Fraze: Like I said, don't bet on it Bea: Whatever, I don't wanna fuck her Fraze: Me either Bea: Cool Fraze: [go and do your theft of the church wine boy because this party is still not it] Bea: [go find him but under the guise/that's not a total lie doe of needing a fucking break] Fraze: [have another moment in that confined space] Bea: [drink that nasty wine, not even asking just taking it] Fraze: [letting it happen cos she needs it more than you tbh] Bea: [swigging way too much of the blood of christ before passing it back with a shrug like whoops, so soz] Fraze: [giving her a look like steady on like this wasn't your idea] Bea: ['you act like you come up with every plan' ref-ing to doing this as kids, obvs] Fraze: ['I do' that's a barefaced lie sir] Bea: [scoffs like oh please] Fraze: [scoffs himself to show what he thinks of her ideas in reference to this messy uni era that he's acting like she's solely responsible for] Bea: [takes the bottle back like if you're gonna be like that] Fraze: [takes it off her so he can actually get some] Bea: ['you did not have all the good ideas'] Fraze: ['Alright, you can credit him one for bringing you'] Bea: ['I thought you reckoned that was your idea too'] Fraze: ['Point is, it weren't yours'] Bea: [🙄 'I'm fine with being here not being my idea, tah'] Fraze: ['Unlike me being here' like there you go another bad idea] Bea: ['doesn't bother me' like unlucky] Fraze: ['You came to find me, not the other way round, babe'] Bea: ['I came to get away from everyone else, there's a difference'] Fraze: [looks around like there's loads of places to do that which is true cos there's literally no-one at this party] Bea: ['if you want me to go, say it'] Fraze: ['If I did, I would'] Bea: [a look like shut up then] Fraze: [shakes his head in an affectionate way like fuck knows why I want you around] Bea: [just like likewise with her everything] Fraze: [offers her a 🚬 like they're not indoors in the tiny priest cupboard] Bea: ['a way to get more guests' like when the firemen show Fraze: [a fearghal style big lol 'see, I'm full of good ideas'] Bea: [can't help but smile even if we're like mhmm] Fraze: [smiling because we made her smile, it's a lil moment] Bea: ['why haven't you left?' but soft not like accusatory or like get out] Fraze: [looking at her like you know why and we're stealing her words ''if you want me to go, say it' in a tone which obvs makes it clear that's not what we want] Bea: [says nothing to say it all] Fraze: [turn that look into a LOOK boy] Bea: ['why are you mad at me?' whilst casually getting on his lap to make sure he can't be] Fraze: ['why did you have to bring him here?' but everyone knows he's not that mad anymore because she's literally in here with you sir, priorities] Bea: ['see what you'd do' like we're joking but not not true either, just tracing all his features with your finger right now like it's been FOREVER since you saw each other] Fraze: [There's a time and a place' like I'm not gonna beat the shit out of him at this fam function even though I want to but also please don't bring him to fam functions ever again thank you] Bea: ['Maybe I didn't feel like being alone'] Fraze: ['You're not' pulling her even closer to him for emphasis] Bea: [a NOISE like 'scuse me 'not now'] Fraze: ['you're not alone ever' could sound creepy but we mean it in a loving and supportive way] Bea: [a look like we both know that's not true] Fraze: [a look like we both know it's always gonna be me and you, no matter what] Bea: [shakes head like that's not what I mean/the point] Fraze: [softly cups her face so they have all the eye contact like I mean it but you can still tell me what you mean] Bea: ['if we weren't ever alone, none of this would be happening'] Fraze: ['I don't regret that this is' like we're joking about being in this priest cupboard having a throwback moment but we're also saying that we're glad she's here and glad of any time we have rn so] Bea: [shaking our head and breaking eye contact as we get off him] Fraze: ['Shit's always gonna happen, we can't stop it' you can't save anyone vibes 'I only know one way that comes close, like'] Bea: ['what's that then?' but we're already not listening properly and getting up to go] Fraze: [a KISS to stop her in her tracks because it's that, like they are stopping time for a sec] Bea: [have your moment lads enjoy it been a long time coming] Fraze: [literally would feel like it's been forever anyway and even moreso because they are both having a shit time rn] Bea: [you can't get carried away, I vote the fun people at this party start playing hide and seek so you gotta break it up hens] Fraze: [I love that because I would suggest murder in the dark cos spooky girl energy but Ro's scared of the dark so we can't until she has left] Bea: [lol it's so against your everything to be scared of the dark that amuses me] Fraze: [she would play hide and seek though if only to get away from her bf] Bea: [so lowkey everyone will be playing therefore you must play lol] Fraze: [literally because Rocky, Ali and Carly have probably made mcvickers play by ganging up on them haha] Bea: [the entire guestlist hen, everyone else would be down, soz baze looooooooooooooooooollllllllllll] Fraze: [he's so just staying in this priest cupboard and we all know it] Bea: [such an obvious place boy you'll be seeking so soon, you better go find Bronson hun] Fraze: [likewise will just go for a 🚬 when he's supposed to be finding people because we're playing under duress] Bea: [we know you don't need to keep this close a watch on him like he'll be down but you know, moment gone here] Fraze: [good luck acting like you're not fuming that she went straight to him even though staying with you wasn't really an option] Bea: [this should be made into/they should play a different team game and be on opposite teams 'cos so competitive] Fraze: [always a mood so I 100% agree] Bea: [like idk what but take it way too seriously when no one else is lol] Fraze: [literally does not matter because like you said nobody else cares and you two are just on your bullshit, who should we say wins?] Bea: [i think firstly it's who gets Ro] Fraze: [he should because we don't need a beeline brawl] Bea: [you can have Rocky then Bea as they are equally as big a handicap so that's fair] Fraze: [lbr nobody is as big a handicap as Ro but he can have Ali who's great at everything to balance that out] Bea: [then she should have Tommy and Carly and he should have Bronson and Kayne] Bea: [Meena go where you like lol] Fraze: [he will be THRILLED to have Bronson on his team lol] Bea: [ha I know, like did that so you have some decent peeps but also for the awks] Fraze: [please don't brawl lads we can't be having that] Bea: [focus on winning, Fraze probably should] Fraze: [yeah otherwise he'll sulk haha] Bea: [and he already is so that would be rude] Fraze: [true enough] Bea: congrats Fraze: Say it like you mean it Bea: I don't so you know Bea: forced sportsmanship is all you're getting Fraze: come on, babe Bea: shut up Fraze: Don't be a sore loser Bea: you're so annoying Fraze: Nah, that was the team I had Bea: like mine was any better Fraze: Like you wouldn't rather have your sister, who you reckon you're just here to see, and your boyfriend Bea: I've seen her Bea: if you're hoping for a reunion beyond that, I'd stop Fraze: If you reckon that's even crossed my mind, you're losing your touch at more than kid's party games Bea: I'm saying I reckon that was a poor attempt at a dig, is all Fraze: you started it, like Bea: did I fuck Fraze: what else do you call that piss poor attempt at a congrats? Bea: sportsmanship Bea: I told you Fraze: Bullshit Bea: 🙄 fine, don't accept it Fraze: I don't Bea: so don't Fraze: Alright Bea: [drinking moodily like 😒] Fraze: [go for a smoke and calm down boy] Bea: [thank the lord this shit show is winding down, reminds me] Bea: Did Ro and Ali just walk past you? Fraze: Yeah, she said she's taking her home Bea: Wow Bea: I thought they were getting air, or some other stupid thing for another stupid ritual Bea: is she for real Fraze: Are you really that surprised? Bea: Pissed off and surprised aren't the same thing Bea: she actually got me to fly out Bea: for this Fraze: Do you want me to go after 'em? They only just went past Bea: No Bea: it's her party to ditch Fraze: at least you can too now though Bea: yeah, I really fancy the airport right now Bea: never mind getting back to Cambs just in time for rush hour Bea: fuck this Fraze: Then don't go to the airport Bea: This has been a massive waste of time Fraze: Cheers Bea: Come on Bea: you didn't want to come either Fraze: when I thought you weren't Bea: no, and before Fraze: Come on Bea: find you when I was done, if I recall Fraze: whatever, that's not the same as you shitting over all my attempts to make this bearable for you Bea: because you tried really hard to do that Fraze: obviously not hard enough, yeah? Bea: You said it, not me Fraze: Fuck's sake Fraze: forget it Bea: Done Fraze: Grand Bea: ['cos what you really need is to go out and get messier, lol, so rude not even gonna help everyone else clean up this shitshow] Fraze: [we all know he ain't staying to help either soz lads] Bea: [lol @ everyone else doing that work] Fraze: [do you wanna skip to later when they are both messier or go straight to the aftermath of this if she's going to the hotel?] Bea: [I vote still go home 'cos wasted enough money coming here it isn't like student funds goes that far Ro, gotta save for xmas too] Fraze: [honestly legit Ro you rude hoe] Bea: [we don't even need to be getting a travelodge honey, the sofa can stay so yes, we can skip] Fraze: [oh the joys, you messy bitches, so tempted to have him bring someone back for the drama] Bea: [that would kick off big time 'cos he's not allowed people at theirs 'cos it's their bed and she'd have to burn it lol, but he could not come back for drama but less than that if you wanna] Fraze: [good idea we don't wanna cause Bea to have a breakdown] Bea: [like I assumed you didn't wanna go that far lmao] Fraze: [I'm not that evil] Bea: you got your keys Fraze: I don't need 'em Bea: you aren't here, I had to go in and get some PJs Fraze: you don't need my permission to go in your own room Bea: I know, but I know you aren't back yet, is my point Fraze: By the time I am ma or da will be up, was my point Bea: alright Bea: I'm locking the backdoor too, as we're in the lounge Fraze: Don't be stupid Fraze: there's an empty bed, there's no point you sleeping on the sofa Bea: I've not slept in worse places Bea: it'd be rude to leave him on his own Fraze: and you wouldn't wanna be rude to him Bea: obviously not Fraze: obviously not Bea: How gone are you? Jesus Bea: well I've told you, so don't come through waking everybody up later Fraze: I've told you I won't Bea: you don't need my permission Fraze: I'm not asking for it Bea: then go do whatever you're doing Fraze: We can't even talk now Fraze: this plan of yours is fucking epic, like Bea: If you wanted to talk right now, you wouldn't be wherever the fuck you are Fraze: Nah, if you wanted to talk I wouldn't be Bea: 'cos that makes any sense Fraze: you couldn't leave fast enough, how else do you want me to take that? Bea: that wasn't about you Fraze: I never said it was, I said you don't want to talk to me Bea: would I have specifically taken a flight to come talk to you, when I'll be back for Christmas in a month? no, probably not Bea: that hardly means I don't want to talk to you Fraze: Do it then Bea: that's how conversation works now Bea: you demand it, I jump at the chance? Fraze: at least I'm making demands Bea: really Bea: how's that working out for you? Fraze: as well as the opposite is for you Bea: I don't want to talk to you, apparently Bea: nothing to not demand Fraze: you reckon you apparently do, there's loads to demand Bea: yeah, 'cos talking in circles with you right now is really thrilling Fraze: Thank Christ you've got him to talk to Bea: he's asleep Fraze: that makes sense if fuck all else does Fraze: 'course you'd leave it til then to say anything to me Bea: because I was going to go to bed and wanted to lock the door Bea: it's not anything more or less than that Fraze: so go to bed Bea: yeah, you aren't telling me what to do Fraze: I'm telling you to do yourself a favour Bea: you say what you like Bea: I don't care Fraze: I don't need your permission for that either Bea: then say something worth hearing or piss off and leave me alone Fraze: I meant what I fucking said, I don't wanna leave you alone Bea: Well good job because I am Bea: and no one has said fuck all to me today about it Bea: not even my sister Fraze: I'm sorry Bea: Yeah Bea: you've got loads to say? bullshit Fraze: There's fuck all I can say about this, we both know that Bea: No, there's fuck all you want to say about it Bea: 'cos no one wants to talk about it, so I don't get to regardless of if I might Fraze: Don't Fraze: you know me better than that Bea: Well why ain't you then? Bea: you're the one banging on about it, as if you've actually tried Fraze: I don't wanna be the cunt backing you into a corner and I know you better than to reckon that'd work Bea: This is working amazing then, alright Fraze: Well I reckoned you'd eventually come to me, more fool me Fraze: shit's changed Bea: Right, 'cos you made it so obvious you were up for talking Bea: saying you weren't coming Bea: it's encouraging, my mistake there Fraze: It should be obvious that you can talk to me about anything Bea: When Bea: you aren't here now either Fraze: whenever Fraze: you know nothing's more important than you Bea: okay Fraze: Say it like you believe me Bea: I can't Fraze: Bea Bea: I'm sorry Fraze: Don't Bea: you said things have changed Fraze: 'Cause they clearly fucking have Bea: They were bound to, I suppose Fraze: you could've warned me if you knew that Bea: What do you think taking a break was Bea: for you to figure out what you wanted Fraze: Don't blame me, I know what I fucking want Bea: Do you? Fraze: nothing's changed for me Bea: you can say that Bea: but this all points to the opposite, doesn't it Fraze: Bullshit Bea: You aren't here, we can't even talk Bea: nothing's the same now Fraze: What did you expect me to do? You pissed off with him, there weren't no invite going spare Bea: because you're an arsehole to him, I drag him here for the shittest party ever and then make you two have an even worse night out? what would be the point of that? Fraze: I'm not gonna cosy up to him, you do enough of that for the both of us Bea: I get it, you don't like him, that's why you weren't invited Fraze: You brought him, knowing I don't fucking like him, don't make me the cunt Bea: I'm allowed friends, no matter if you like them or not Fraze: we're both allowed to do whatever the hell we like, I ain't forgotten the rules Bea: as I'm not fucking him, the rules have nothing to do with it Bea: I never told you to not hang out with your mates Fraze: I'm not telling you what to do either, I'm telling you why I ain't there Bea: that's ridiculous Fraze: Fuck you Bea: it is, for Christ's sake Bea: he's asleep on the sofa not fucking me on our bed Fraze: you don't believe me, why should I believe you? Fraze: it's ridiculous that you brought him here in the first place Bea: I'd have time to be messaging you Bea: you're just being stupid now Bea: how is it ridiculous? Fraze: You've already made me look stupid Fraze: did it make you feel any better? Bea: To who, your brother, my sister? Bea: I couldn't be on my own today Bea: I tried and I couldn't, that's all it is Fraze: You don't need him, you've got me Bea: I'm not meant to come to you for everything, I'm meant to give you space Bea: give each other Bea: that's what this whole thing is about Fraze: this whole thing is bullshit Fraze: and even if I reckoned it was a good idea I'm not just gonna pretend your parents didn't die today to go fuck a Trinity student Fraze: there's a time and a place, like I said Bea: Fine Bea: well he's here now, what do you want me to do about it? Bea: I can't send him home Fraze: There's fuck all you can do, other than don't lock me out Bea: I knew you didn't have your keys Fraze: you do still know me then, yeah? Bea: If you hadn't forgot, you'd have lost them Bea: should probably change the locks, honestly Fraze: if you don't keep me out, I'll keep any robbing cunts out Bea: I'm not going to lock you out Bea: you don't need to promise heroics Fraze: I know you can't sleep, I'd be a new level of callous bastard if I gave you anything else to worry about Bea: it'd be a distraction Bea: doubt your parents would appreciate it though Fraze: Well I can easily give you one of them Bea: not that you rate yourself or anything Fraze: it starts with me, yeah, no fucker else is volunteering to sing my praises right now Bea: Poor boy Fraze: Don't rub it in how skint I am as well Bea: well you and me both Bea: be eating plain rice when I get back Bea: at least your ma makes sure you have decent food still Fraze: I'll send you something to put on it Fraze: or something to drown your sorrows with Bea: where do you think all my money goes, like Fraze: you and me both, babe Fraze: these Trinity girls aren't cheap dates, like Bea: My sympathy can only extend so far Fraze: the night off from it is appreciated enough Bea: uhuh Fraze: you don't believe me, I heard you the first time Bea: it was never part of the deal that we had to talk about it Fraze: I know Bea: so I don't want to Fraze: I'm shutting up and coming in Bea: Good Fraze: come and have a drink Bea: [does, of course] Fraze: [giving her the bottle for the mems of Jesus blood and always] Bea: [take a big swig like you need to remotely lol 'thank you' with sincerity at last] Fraze: [shamelessly checking her out in whatever pjs she's wearing obvs, though I vote she's wearing at least one item that belongs to him so he's like 😏 and gently pulls on whatever it is like that's mine without saying so out loud] Bea: [deffo, and has done it without even noticing so it's like oh, raising a brow like you want it back?] Fraze: [yassssss because they are that coupley goodbye but he shakes his head because looks better on her anyway and takes the bottle instead] Bea: [even though it would've been ages since you did that it's just habit, shrugs like 😏 your loss] Fraze: [such a LOOK of course] Bea: ['where'd you go?' like where did you go drink, not WHERE WERE YOU vibes] Fraze: [telling her the name of somewhere studenty with his own shrug, I like to imagine he's like casually getting ready for bed here also as a habit because it doesn't feel awkward to just get topless or whatever] Bea: [casual face of disdain but 'makes sense'] Fraze: ['nothing happened' because even though she said she didn't wanna talk about it and neither do you, you want her to know that and you're drunk enough to just say it] Bea: ['doesn't matter if it did' blatant lie but okay] Fraze: [a look because we know it's a blatant lie but we're coming to put our arms around her cos it's been such a shit day] Bea: [big sighs] Fraze: [just having a snuggle and it will forever fuck me up cos he's so tol and she's so smol] Bea: [OG tol and smol, we mumbling into his chest like scuse you what you saying] Fraze: [she's like me and Clove, failing to thrive honey, so if you think he's not cradling her like a little Clovey you'd be incorrect] Bea: [just have this moment of softness, gotta allow it] Fraze: [very deserved and needed] Bea: ['this is such bullshit' like true but specifics where] Fraze: ['I know' because you don't need specifics cos everything is for you too like you literally thought she was slipping away from you same as Joe did and you've realised you hate uni it wasn't just 1st year being crap] Bea: [that must happen so much 'cos allegedly everyone hates 1st year but then it just carries on like oh] Fraze: [it really does happen a lot hence he's like well shit it's not that and I don't actually wanna be doing this] Bea: ['there's fuck all to do, is there?'] Fraze: [repositioning however necessary for eye contact because there's always something they can do, that's like their entire mantra and we don't need to express that with words] Bea: [gestures like ugh I know that but seriously, right now, this has been hard since this time last year] Fraze: ['if you wanna throw all these bullshit rules out, tell me' like ldr exists babe we don't have to get randoms involved] Bea: [shakes his head 'it's about what's right and needs to be done'] Fraze: [kisses her like you can't tell me this isn't right gal] Bea: her* scuse me Bea: [going in on that kiss, not just so we don't have to sort this out but you know lollollol] Fraze: [likewise allowing it and not only from the standpoint that we need them to be messy and struggling for a while yet but also because he would] Bea: [deal with some of this tension hens] Fraze: [it's the first real chance you've had so I'm not gonna stop you] Bea: [it'd be silly to say it wouldn't happen so we cannot sorry] Fraze: [exactly] Bea: [okay, so obviously we're falling asleep together and equally as obviously you still have to be back asap for school etc so you're probably leaving early AM, not just for the drama of it lol] Fraze: [makes sense but I vote he brings you breakfast in bed before Bronson wakes up because 1. cute 2. you don't have to deal with Ro who's always up ridiculously early lurking and he remembered what you said about eating rice when you get back] Bea: [you've probably not had breakfast in a thousand years so that's a novelty] Fraze: [like it probably wouldn't be good cos he'd accidentally burn the toast or whatever thanks to how messy they were last night but the romantic gesture has been attempted] Bea: [tis the thought that counts henny] Fraze: [my thoughts exactly, just trying to look after her but keep it casual so she's not 😒] Bea: [we can't get too mad over some toast, even if we'd probably try not to eat it at first like g2g] Fraze: [gal you know he can keep you in that bed, don't test him] Bea: [or do, depending how much time you've left yourselves lol] Fraze: [mhmmm] Bea: [either way, you're leaving and you're gonna be folorn] Fraze: [literally would take all his willpower to not just come with you cos uni sucks but as you've not talking about it yet and can't really have the convo now that ain't happening hun] Bea: [soz babe, not at that realisation for a while yet but you did a good job sowing seeds] Fraze: [didn't wanna go too heavy handed with it because not gonna trump dead parents but like it is happening so] Bea: [you wanna end this here or do a bit of aftermath] Fraze: [I think we've covered a lot so tbh unless there's anything we want to specifically address in the aftermath it's probably good]

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fullmetalscullyy · 6 years ago

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I know I just requested something, so feel free to say no, but if you have the time could you write another royai oneshot where Roy has a nightmare about ishval and calls Riza in a panic and she comes over and holds him while he cries? If you don't have the time to write this, that's okay. I'll literally read any fullmetal alchemist fics you write because I love them

considerit done! and thank you, again!! :D this was such a good prompt!

TW: (not mentioned by name) allusions to rape

Riza awoke in the night, startled.Normally she woke up like this after a nightmare, but as far as she couldremember, her sleep had been dreamless before she had been jolted awake. No,the reason why was the shrill cry of the phone coming from her living room.

Cursing whoever was calling her at thistime in the morning, Riza stumbled through, Hayate perking up himself andyawning. He hopped off the bed with a stretch and trotted after her, interestedto see what all the fuss was about.

“Hello?” she asked, trying not to let herirritation show in her tone. She didn’t do very well.

“Lieutenant?” Like a switch had beenflicked, Riza was instantly awake. What was the Colonel doing phoning her? Had somethinghappened? Was he okay? What – “Uh, sorry to wake you.” She picked up a tremblein his voice. “I – I didn’t really think, and I’ve just realised the time.”

“Sir? What’s wrong?”

There was silence on the other end ofthe line before she heard him take a deep breath.

“I had another nightmare.” Now sheunderstood the reason for the call, the hitch in his voice. “I’m sorry, it wasdumb of me to call, I didn’t think –”

“Roy?” The use of his first namestalled his babbling, the effect Riza had aimed for. “I’ll be right over.”

“No, it’s fine, I – I –”

“Honestly, it’s fine. You returned thefavour last time.”

There was a moment’s pause before hereplied, tone resigned, but grateful. “Right. Thank you.”

The drive to his apartment wasn’t along one. Military assigned accommodation was all housed in one neighbourhood, separatefrom the civilian residential districts in Central. When Riza pulled up andparked, her eyes glanced up the building, spotting a single light on in the seaof darkness.

Roy greeted her at the door. His eyeswere red rimmed like he had been crying. His hair stood on end and he lookedexhausted. Something told Riza he hadn’t been sleeping very well recently. Hewas an expert at covering it up at the office. He often joked it was because ofhis “late nights with a lovely lady”, but he wasn’t fooling Riza. She knew howmuch the war affected him, and still did to this day, three years later. Therewere no “lovely ladies” in his life either, something he confided in her about whiledrunk over a year ago. Only informants and loneliness.

It appeared they were both in a similarsituation.

“Hey,” he greeted, clearing his throat.

“Hey.”

“Uh, come in. Make yourself at home.”

Riza had only been here once before.Madame Christmas had called her to come pick him up from the bar and take him home.Roy had apparently been asking for “Elizabeth” all night and the Madame was notblind, nor was she an idiot. She knew fine well the relationship Riza and her nephewshared and knew just how complicated it was.

Upon arriving at the bar, Riza had simplyrolled her eyes as Roy drunkenly declared “heyyy, Elizabeth is finally here!”very loudly to the room, swaying in his seat, eyes unfocussed.

“Not Elizabeth, sir, it’s LieutenantHawkeye. You’ll have to put up with me tonight instead.” Her heart rate hadrisen, panicked that someone might have overheard a little too much while Roy’s tongue was loose thanks to the alcohol. Riza didn’tdoubt the Madame would have dealt with it, but it paid to be cautious, and fromthe babbling and the terrified look in his eyes after Riza brought him home, sheknew he was simply drinking to forget.

Riza perched on the edge of the couch,watching his every move like her name’s sake. He shuffled backwards andforwards, undecided about what to do with himself. After closing the door, hedrifted to the kitchen, then stopped, moving back towards living room beforestopping in the centre of his apartment’s open plan area.

“Roy, do you want to sit down?” sheasked when he remained frozen in place, a violent shiver overtaking his body. Hishead snapped up, as if remembering she was still in the room, before he noddedand shuffled to sit down next to her.

This behaviour… He was so unlike theRoy she knew. Gone was his confidence and bravado. Here, was a shell of a man,deeply affected by the horror he had caused and been subjected to in the war.

“What happened?” Riza asked. There wasno point in beating around the bush. They both knew why they were here. He tooka deep breath, but his voice caught on the first word. Roy stared at his coffeetable, scrubbing his face with his hands.

“I…”

“Take your time,” Riza reassured him afterhe fell silent.

“You died.” His voice was so quiet andbroken Riza’s heart stopped. “They – They cornered us and restrained me whilethey… took you away… a – around acorner. I heard your screams.” He looked like he was going to vomit and Rizawas pretty sure she looked the same way. “Th – then they brought you back.” Roywas visibly shaking by this point. Riza moved over on the couch, wrapping herarm around his shoulders. His head lowered to her own shoulder, body violentlyshaking as he relived his nightmare. “And… And…”

“I’m right here,” she soothed, fearingher own fear tighten her throat. She had heard stories around the camps aboutwhat happened to the female soldiers. The male Amestrian soldiers were just asbad towards the Ishvalans. She repositioned her arms, wrapping them tightly aroundhis body. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” he muttered, taking a deep,shuddering breath. “I know that, but it was so real,” he whispered. “They draggedyou back to me, bloody and –” he choked on his next words and Riza shushed him,reassuring him he didn’t need to continue. She got the picture. “And theyexecuted you. Just like that. I couldn’t stop it.”

The pressure of her arms around hisbody increased as she held him close, eyes closing as a tear escaped from hereye. This could have been a very real possibility in Ishval. There was no doubtin her mind something like this had happened.

But it was just a dream, she repeatedback to him. She was there. She was alive. They survived Ishval together andwould work harder to ensure nothing like that ever happened again.

His cries grew louder, filling the darkapartment as Riza held him tightly. They rode through it together like they alwaysdid, gravitating back towards one another in times of crisis.

Eventually the shaking stopped and sodid his sobs. When Roy pulled away his face was blotchy, eyes bright red, buthe looked… at peace. Whatever demons had tried to worm their way into his mindto torture him were banished.

“Thanks to you,” he whispered againsther skin as he kissed it, showering her body in his affection as they moved togetherunder the sheets in his bedroom. “I love you,” he whispered against her hipbone, lips trailing their way up to capture her own. “So much, I can’t bear thethought of not getting to touch you as often as I should.”

“I love you, Roy,” she moaned in reply,back arching as his fingers moved across her skin. She placed a hand on his cheek,bringing his attention to her face. They gazed at each other, lost in their lover’seyes. “And we will fight this. Together.” His reply was to kiss her deeply,pressing both their bodies down further into the mattress.

“Another late night, boss?” Havoc asked,waggling his eyebrows as he entered the office a few hours after Riza left him.She pretended not to be listening, like always, however she was morbidly curiousabout what the Colonel’s answer would be.

“Huh?”

“You look like you haven’t slept allnight,” Havoc laughed, a smirk on his face.

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Mustang grinnedback, his façade sliding into place.

“So, who was it this time?”

“You wouldn’t know her,” the Colonelshrugged while Havoc pouted. Honestly, he was worse than the gossips around HQ.

“Come on, boss. Give us something.Anything.”

“Oh, all right.” Riza tensed, preparingto block out their guy talk about their conquests. Even if Roy’s were made up,the women were very real and were part of the Madame’s information network. Rizawasn’t privy to his personal life, and vice versa. Her brain often reminded herthat even though his “dates” weren’t actually dates, he could be out there withother women.

Women who weren’t her.

“This one was pretty special,” sheheard the Colonel reply, the tone of his voice soft. “She has helped me througha lot over the years.” The men – well, Havoc and Breda – ooh-ed like a couple ofteenagers.

“I bet she did,” Breda muttered, and Havocsnorted at the insinuation.

“She’s the most important person in mylife right now, to be perfectly honest.” Riza smiled to herself, eyes neverlifting from her paperwork as she continued to work.

“Aw,” Havoc cooed. “The Colonel issmitten.”

“Give it a week,” Breda snorted.

“No, I don’t think so,” Mustangreplied. “I think this one is here to stay.”

Riza wiped the smile off her face asshe stood and approached his desk. Her expression was a stark contrast to whatshe was feeling inside. Warmth spread from the top of her head right down toher toes, her stomach flip-flopping in response to his confession.

“Really, Colonel?” she scolded, eyebrowraised. “Don’t you have work to do, sir?”

“Ah, yes, Hawkeye. Thank you,” hereplied sheepishly, giving the boys a wink, a promise to continue this conversationat a later time. Both men satisfied, they turned and walked back to their desk.

“Your paperwork for the day, sir,” Rizastated, handing him the pile. His gaze met hers for a brief moment and hesmiled at her. It was different from his usual ones that were mostly smug becausehe knew he had been right all along about something. This was kind,appreciative, and thankful. It told Riza he had meant every word.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” he murmuredsoftly, taking the pile from her hands. Riza returned to her desk andrefocussed her attention, but Roy’s words, and the memory of the night theyshared, floated around her head for the remainder of the working day.

#royai #royai fanfic #royai fic #royai oneshot #fic request #writing prompts #ask #musicbook20 #emma writes #ahhhhh #i loved this one

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kittensjonsa · 6 years ago

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For @jonsa-week 's Day 1:

Greed ~ The Father (Justice) ~ Fave book quote (Jon, A Storm of Swords - pg 617)

Summary: Revenge was all he wanted and it didn’t matter how he got it. But Jon knew he had bitten off more than he can chew the moment he laid his eyes on Sansa Stark - daughter of the well loved and respected man in all of Westeros and recent widower turned priest, Ned Stark.

Rated G, 2k+ words, may turn smutty. Angsty, a snippet of Jonsa, dark Jon and to be continued (maybe I don’t know yet..)

In The Name of The Father

Justice. It was all he wanted. The plans he had didn't have any room for any incidences. Nothing at all. Just get in, get it done and get out. He was prepared, or at least he thought so.

“Something troubling you, son?”

Jon jumped slightly at the call. Turning around slowly as calm and confident footsteps approached him, Jon managed a small smile of greeting. A small creak told him the priest had just taken a seat in the pew just behind his.

“Well, isn't everyone who comes here?”

A small grin and a chuckle escaped the sombre priest. “True. Aren't we all? Well if there's anything you need, confess or anything, I'll be right here.”

Confess. A heavy word worth its weight in guilt and remorse. He had a confession, truth be told but tonight was not the night. Oh the things he could tell, but he shouldn't. Not to Father Ned Stark.

“I'm sorry, Father.. but I'm afraid.. I'm not Catholic. I just came here to take a breather. It's very.. peaceful here.”

It wasn't prayer nor intercession he was after. Nor a minute of peaceful solitude. He had enough of those growing up alone.

Forgiveness. That was on his mind, the moment he stepped into the church. He feared he would vanish and spontaneously combust, on such sacred premises, for the vile things he had done but he guessed going to hell didn't work that way. Jon had a feeling he had one foot in it already.

“How could you? You animal!” Sansa's cries were acid, burning right through him.

“I fell in love with you! To think I gave you all of me, my heart was yours! A-and you.. you just stomped on it? How dare you even come here!”

“Sansa, you're not listening to me.. please just listen.”

Sansa shook her head and rubbed away at the tears that were flowing freely. Oh, how it hurts. She gave herself to him. All of her; mind, body and soul. She would do anything for him. Anything to make him happy. He was her best friend, her soul mate. But how could her feelings be so wrong?

Sansa screamed in anger as Jon stepped closer. She was done. The lies, oh God, the lies!

“No! Don't touch me! We are done! Don't ever come near me ever again! You.. are dead to me.”

No words had ever punched him in the gut like Sansa’s..Jon could only watch as Sansa ran away from him, driving off and leaving him alone by the river. The night was unbearably cold all of a sudden. Their favourite spot and where they kissed for the first time. He shouldn't care nor remember these things, but he did. Good lord, he did.

The stab that pierced through his heart was one he didn't expect. Perhaps he did love her too. .

But.. Mother. And Arthur.

He was greedy. Greedy for things to be set right. Greedy for vengeance. For vindication. But he had no right to break her heart. And for what it's worth, his too.

His happiness meant nothing if he didn't have any peace. One that would come in the aftermath of finally knowing who had taken everything away from him and getting payback. It was all that mattered. Wasn't it?

Maybe prayer was what he needed, subconsciously as what good left in him was desperately trying to claw its way out. But he didn't believe in God. What God would allow such things; what happened to his mother and Arthur, and more importantly to him, making him this way causing hurt and grief to someone he actually loved?

Pray then. Pray to your new Gods, and I'll pray to my old ones.

And they are Revenge, Betrayal and Blackmail.

Jon shut his eyes, remorseful for thinking such thoughts in such a place. But how hypocritical, it seemed to him, considering what he had done. And he had done enough. It stung him still, remembering how her warm tears dampened the palm of his hands. How her heartbreaking pleas shook him to his very core. Yes, he had done enough.

Jon could hear the priest's smile. A warm, genuine and kind smile. “Yes, I suppose it is. Well, not to worry we welcome everyone here.”

Sinners are we and sinners we shall die. None redeemed. At least not me, Jon thought.

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

His eyes shifted to the floor and held his head low before standing up to leave Jon alone. He had been a priest long enough to know when he was not needed. And it seemed to him this dishevelled young man, with dark eyes and unruly curls probably cherished his moment of solitude before he walked in.

“Nice to meet you then. I shall leave you in your peace. I'm Father Ned and I hope if you feel like you ever need a place to breathe, you'll come here.”

“Thank you Father Ned. I'll take you up on that offer.”

And perhaps.. more.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

“What? What do you mean you can't tell me? What is it?”

Sam clicked the mouse and whirled his chair around to face Jon. He hoped he had better news to tell him.

“You've got to promise me you're not going anything stupid. You can't. Promise me, Jon.”

“All right. I promise. So go on then... Oh for fuck's sake, Sam! Out with it!”

Sam turned and tapped on the computer screen.

“That man you've been looking for all this while? The one you think had something to do with your mother's death? That's him right there. The private investigator sent me this.”

Jon grunted and glared at Sam before setting his gaze on the screen.

“So that's him. I've got to look for him then.”

“And do what Jon? Ask him questions, interrogate him? I know what's going through your mind and I think it's best if you don't.. do anything at all.”

Jon looked at the name again. And the stealth pictures that came with it. He needed to decide now. Closure, that's it. Though it puzzled him why Sam was so concerned. He knew how much he needed this. Sam, of all people.

“And why shouldn't I?”

“You're mad, angry, pissed off. You've been like this ever since you started this whole investigation thing. Dude, listen to me, just don't do it.”

“And isn't that the exact reason why I should? It's called closure, Sam. Besides, who the hell is h-”

“He's mother fucking Ned Stark, that's why!” Sam objected.

Ned Stark. I'll remember that name for as long as I live.

“So, who's he?” Jon asked, though he had heard of him before.

“You're kidding right? A Westerosi legend. The lawyer who brought the Boltons to their knees and best friend of the late President Robert Baratheon. How do you not know all this?”

Jon stared at the pictures once more and shrugged. Probably a good thing he didn't. Makes it all the more easier. He was too busy trying to survive the past twenty years or so, doing his best on the cold hard streets than to mind about politics or gossip.

“But.. it looks like he isn't one anymore. Or retired. I mean, look the photos. He's a priest, Sam.”

“Dude give that guy a break. He just lost his wife and his two sons. He's found God and maybe that's how it's supposed to be. I mean, come the fuck on, Snow!”

And I lost my mother.

Jon didn't like the tone in Sam's plea. Why should one man's redemption be more important than his poor mother's? A life snatched away from him much too soon. The years spent in foster homes, in the orphanage and trying to seek some form of solace and God forbid it, even love - was a painful sorrow no one would ever understand.

“Stop fucking telling me about this man! His life is no more important than what my mother could have had! You don't fucking tell me how that's like, Tarly. No one can and best you don't say anything about this anymore.”

“No, Jon I didn't mean that! You know that. Come on, Jon! Jon!” Sam's words fell on deaf ears as Jon grabbed his coat and left. Nobody tells me what the fuck to do. Not Sam, not even God. Whoever the fuck they are, Jon screamed in his head.

Days went by without as much as a call from Sam, Jon knew he was smart enough to leave him be but still he wished they could talk. A text or two dinged but Jon chose to ignore them. He had more important things on his mind. Rubbing his tired eyes, Jon decided to call it a night from staring at the computer.

The research and probing had gotten a little too mundane, the more he learned about Ned Stark, the more he uncovered - which was really how Ned Stark was practically Captain Westeros, a well loved man, an upright citizen with morals of steel. There was not an ounce of dirt on him except one tabloid article years ago that depicted him leaving the scene of an infamous night club with the late former President Baratheon. But that was only because the former late President was a bad boy with bad habits, it wasn't really about Ned Stark per se.

How are you connected to my mother's death? Jon wondered. Something's gotta give, no one can be that good.

Jon needed to do something different, he needed more. He had set out to find the truth and right now, he'd do just about anything for it. Anything.

The Stark family radiated pure happiness and perfection, from the web portrait alone, one that rudely yelled out at him.

Such a pretty family.

It made him sick to his stomach, to think that that could have been a portrait of him and his mother and Arthur Dayne. His own family where he was loved and protected. Arthur wasn't family but he was the closest father figure he had in someone and the only confidante his mother trusted. Arthur probably loved his mother too, Jon was certain. They were happy and Jon's life was perfect. Just like the picture of the Starks.

Till a note found in his mother's cold dead hands with a scribbled 'Eddard Stark' destroyed everything he held dear.

And there he was, Father Ned Stark.

Ned Stark, a name that made a six year old Jon an orphan that day and since then he made a vow. Devoting the rest of his life to avenge his beloved mother. Even if it meant hurting someone along the way. He was more than willing and growing up fending for himself went on to equip him with the skills he needed. Jon had years in preparation for this.

They've got to pay, Mama. Someone has to.

“Sansa! Sans! There's someone here to see you,” Jeyne called out from the bottom of the stairs.

Sansa almost jumped and dropped the pencil in her hand. Good thing she wasn't writing anything important or else she'd have to rewrite the notes.

That's weird. Who could it be? Sansa checked her watch again and grunted at the time. It was going to be the third time she was late this week.

“She'll be right down. What was your name again? Jay, was it?”

Jon nodded with a smile. “Yes, it is. I'm actually here for the caretaker position? I believe it was posted in the jobs section in the papers.”

Jeyne eyed him warily. She didn't recall putting an advertisement out for anything lately. If Sansa did, she'd definitely inform her. Yet not even a mention of it. Jeyne didn't quite like the idea of strangers coming up to the Stark's private residence looking for jobs. Regardless of how dark and handsome they turn out to be. But then again, perhaps she might be taking her job as Sansa's personal assistant a little too seriously to care this much.

I'm sure it's nothing, just a guy looking for a job.

“I see. Sansa did mention once that they needed a caretaker here to help with house and the dogs. Though that might have been a few weeks ago and the applications are closed. But maybe she hadn't found one yet. So.. you're okay with dogs though right?”

Jon shrugged. “Dogs? Sure, I love dogs. I have one of my own. Ghost, his name is. Big large white dog. He's a good boy.”

Jeyne nodded approvingly. “Well, all right then. I have to go and leave you in Sansa's good hands. I was just here to collect some paperwork. Nice to meet you, Jay. Oh, and good luck!”

Jon waved a polite goodbye as he closed the door and resumed waiting by the stairs. Beads of sweat were pooling on his forehead. Jon inhaled deeply. So close. He was so close and everything was going according to plan. Jon knew he was at the right place and at the right time and he was mightily pleased with himself.

That is, until - he saw her. Sansa Stark.

“Jay? Hi, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Sansa. Nice to meet you.”

Nice indeed.

Fuck.

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