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The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Five
also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: light suicidal contemplation, profanity, mild violence.
Summary:
In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.
Chapter Five:
Your eyes felt glued shut as you peeled them open, blearily blinking around at your surroundings. You were on a sofa, red and pink lights piercing through your eyelids. Hushed clamour rose from behind the beaded curtains.
âBabette?â Your voice was raspy, your throat was sore.
Babette peered over you with tired eyes. âYouâre awake,â she sighed, and you struggled to sit up. Your limbs were aching.
âIâm in the brothel?â You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. âWhyâŚâ
âHe found you passed out in the street, [name],â Babette said gently. You looked at her, confused.
And then it all clicked together.
You shot upright. âAlice.â Your voice choked, and she grabbed your shoulders, trying to wrestle you down. âWhere is she?â
â[name],â sit down. Her voice was fierce, yet her face was pleading. You shakily relented, watching her take a deep breath, unsure of how to break the news to you.Â
âHe found her with you⌠she wasâŚâ she trailed off, and looked away.
âWhoâs he?â
âVander.â This question was easier for her to answer. You looked at her.
âAlice is dead.â You stared at your lap. âIsnât she.â It wasnât a question. Babette nodded, still not looking at you.
Which is why she flinched so hard when you screamed.
-
The entire brothel fell silent at your blood-curdling cry of despair. Babette had you led out. âIâm sorry, [name],â she said softly. It was clear the guilt was eating her away, but it was also clear she had no idea what to do with you. âYouâre⌠youâre affecting business.â
You couldnât have been more furious as the door slammed shut, and pulled your bloodied jacket around you, looking around the street. Tears streaked down your face, salt burning on your cuts and bruises as you raced towards your spot with Silco. Clambering onto the roof, you curled up and waited.
He never came.
The uprising was a fail. Word had already gotten around the Lanes about the massacre. You didnât see Silco, you didnât see Felicia, and neither did you see Vander for a week. You lived as an empty shell. Back to square one.
Lonely.
No one to keep you company.
You considered going back to the Last Drop, seeking out Felicia or Vander, yelling at them until your throat was sore. You trusted Vander to keep Alice safe. Was an argument necessary?
Did they even know?
Your anger turned bitter, morphing into hatred.Â
And where was Silco?
Heâd promised you.Â
Youâd had enough. So one day you pulled on your jacket and went to the Last Drop.
The usual bustle was unusually subdued, no doubt following the lost battle on the bridge. Your bloodshot eyes scanned the area piercingly. No Silco. No Connol. No Felicia. They flew to the bar counter.
Vander.
You stormed over.
âVander,â you rasped. The man looked up at you, and almost dropped the glass he was holding in shock.Â
â[name],â he stuttered, and you didnât think youâd ever seen him so apologetic in your life. You stared at him, eyes following his movements. He looked pale and tired, as if he hadnât been getting enough sleep, and his eyes too, were bloodshot.
âGin,â you said, staring at him through your hair.
âAnd tonic? Without the gin?â He asked nervously.
âGin,â you repeated, and flicked the little blade you kept in your wrist cuff to slowly drag the tip across the wood of the bar top, an elbow on the counter to steady your hunched-over self. The alcohol sloshed in the cup as he set it in front of you.
âHavenât seen you in a while,â he said, gaze downcast. You didnât even bother to hum a simple reply, instead taking a sip of the burning liquid.
After a moment if listening to your silence, he spoke again. His voice was heavy with sorrow. âFelicia and Connol are dead, [name],â he said. You looked at the large palm he had placed against the counter to brace himself. It was shaking.
âAnd Silco?â You looked up at him, lip trembling.
He tensed. Your glassy eyes widened.
âHeâs dead?â Your voice was a whisper.
âNo,â he said quickly. âI donât- I donât know for sure.â His voice was laden with guilt. You stared at him for a moment, studying his gaze.
He refused to look at you.
You pushed back from the bar, taking a trembling step back.
âYou did something,â you hissed, nails digging into the splintered wood. He stared at the ground. âTell me. Tell me now.â
He didnât say anything. The Last Drop had gone silent.
You lunged at the man, grabbing his collar. âAlice is dead,â you growled. âSheâs dead, do you hear me?â Your voice rose to a shout as you shook him. âYou told me I could fucking trust you, you son of a bitch.â Releasing his clothes, you shoved him back, throat grating. âWHAT DID YOU DO TO SILCO?!â
âThere was a fight,â he started gently.
âOf course there was a fight.â You were tearing up.
âNo, a physical fight.â
âOver what?â
He ignored you. âThe riverâŚâ he took a deep breath.
You stared at him, gut churning. âThe river? What about the river?â Your hands flew to your face. âWhat did you do, Vander?â
He clenched his jaw. âI think itâs best if you leave, [name].â
âWhat did you do to hi-â
But two patrons were already approaching you, grabbing an arm each. âNo no no no no,â you spat, jerking from their unrelenting grip. âIâm going to kill you, you bastard,â you seethed, face murderous as you were pulled away from the bar.
âIâm sorry, [name].â
âIâM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!â You roared. âDo you fucking hear me? KILL. YOU.â
And so you were dragged, kicking and screaming, from the bar, and dumped onto the street in a sobbing, furious mess.Â
You could feel the patronâs eyes on you as the door slammed shut.
Gathering yourself, you trudged to the river. The sky was dark, and you looked out across the lapping waters as if youâd find Silco down there somewhere. You stepped into the freezing water, shaking.
Your daughter and your only friend were gone. You tipped your head back and took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the air of the fissures. Exhaled. Looked down, and glided deeper into the depths.
Was Silco drifting, drowned, beneath the surface, along the riverbed? You trailed your fingertips across the surface of the water, watching it split and ripple.Â
What were you to do now?
Your tears fell into the water, watching ripples emanate from where they landed. Â
You could kill yourself now. Submerge your head beneath the waters and never rise again. Lungs collapsing with the lack of oxygen.Â
The idea seemed so, temptingly delicious, until you imagined the feeling of drowning, and immediately recoiled. Wading out of the water, you collapsed in a shivering heap on the river bank, dragging your wet, cold knees to your chest.
You missed him.
You missed them both.
Pulling your lighter from your soaked pocket, you ran a thumb across the edge. Shaking with the cold, you flicked it open. You didnât have a cigarette.
Fuck.
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both of them saying the worst things to say to each other on their first meeting kills me
#nu carnival#enei#rewatching ch9 makes cowboy dante's rooms much more sweeter...#they both don't understand anything about each other at the beginning but later-#eiden wanted to understand the pain dante went through during the flame spirit's trial......#also in winter dante's rooms eiden mentions that he's too tired to get mad at dante for something he did earlier#and dante says âyou were angry at me?â then instantly tries to make up for it by going along with any winter activities eiden had planned#so as to not have a repeat of their first meeting and argument#enei collecting
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hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3
WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?
featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.
n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3
GOJO SATORU
the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.
"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."
he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."
you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. weâve been fighting constantly, and itâs exhausting.â
the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."
tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.â
he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "youâre not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."
you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.â then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. âwe keep hurting each otherâŚâ
his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."
NANAMI KENTO
nanamiâs expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. âplease, sit down,â he said softly, gesturing to the couch. âwe need to talk about this calmly.â
you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.
âwhy do you want to break up?â he asked, his voice steady and soothing.
âlike i said,â stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. âi feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.â
he nodded, listening intently. âi understand,â he said, his tone even. âbut breaking up isnât the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.â
nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. âevery relationship has its challenges,â he said gently. âwhat matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if weâre both willing to try.â
CHOSO KAMO
his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. âplease, donât say that,â he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. âyou canât just say that, baby.â
you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. âchoso, donât hold me back..â
he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. âi know itâs been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.â
feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. âi just, i donât know what to do with us.â your voice breaking.
choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. âevery relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and iâm committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."
he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. âiâm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?â
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
your boyfriendâs shocked eyes became wider. âwhat? no!â he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. âthatâs not how you solve this problem.â
with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towardsââ
âiâm fucking trying, okay?�� you hurried to cut his explanation. âyou always have a logical answer for everything,â biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? âbut it doesnât change how i feel. it hurts, and i donât see a way out of this.â
megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. âiâm sorry.â
ââŚâ
âlook, i need you to hear me,â
âi donât want to fight either, heck, iâm too tired to argue,â he gently pulled you into an embrace. âbut i donât want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."
"letâs be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.â
@uzurakis
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Part 9 (unrevised version). Since I've gotten 6 messages and a good bit of asks requesting to view it. Here it is, not in its final form.
You had hoped Monday would have treated you better than the past two days, but walking up to your shop in the pouring rain to already see a body standing outside waiting wasn't a good sign.
Customers who waited outside your shop always made you feel uncomfortable. But when you finally got close enough, you took in the person before you.
"We don't open for another hour." Your voice flat as you fished for your keys.
"I'll wait." Was Kyle's reply.
"Then you'll have to do it outside." You said, the key sliding into the lock. He didn't argue as you shut the door behind you. Didn't even bother knocking when, after thirty minutes, you looked in the window to see that the wind was causing the rain to blow sideways.
You relented. Letting him in thirty minutes earlier. It was a small mercy, even if he was soaked to the bone. You almost felt bad when his chattering teeth were the only thing you could hear.
Almost.
"I take it John told you about our little talk yesterday." You said, going about your business. Engaging in the conversation as if you were talking about the shitty weather that had tried to drown him.
"He did." He gave a sniffle. Running a hand over his beautiful, wet face. Droplets still staking their claim on his skin. "H-he alssso t-t-told us we were on our own in begging for our own f-forgiveness. Ra-ra- rightly s-s-s-so."
You huffed. Guilt beginning to eat at you before you turned, disappearing to the back of the store and coming back with a shirt and a blanket. "You left the shirt here."
He had no shame and wasted no time in taking off his jacket and soaked shirt. His chiseled body exposed to you. It was almost instinct to reach out and touch the soft skin. You luckily possessed some form of self restraint.
"So are you here to promise to make amends as well?" You crossed your arms. You meant it as a sign that you were wanting to create distance, but honestly you didn't trust yourself. It was second nature. Kyle and Johnny were tied when it came to having to always touch you.
Probably why his ghosting sucked so bad.
"I'd like to take you out." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. It wasn't until Kyle's face fell that you realized, "Oh, you're actually serious."
He opened his mouth, ready to no doubt give you the same exact promises of doing better that John had given you the day before. Fortunately for Kyle, you didn't have the time to entertain a conversation.
"Fine." You immediately relented. No argument. "That Indian place where I asked you to go four months ago. Seven. If you manage to figure out which place, then I'll be meeting you there. Otherwise you'll be eating alone."
Kyle stood still. Unprepared for the fact that you had... agreed. You actually agreed to let him take you out.
"I can pick you up."
"Not sure what time I'll be getting off today. Might go home first. Might just go straight there." You started opening tasks again. "I have to finish setting up. Seven sharp.
"Seven sharp." He repeated, his smile lighting up the room.
It made you feel sick.
It was 6:45 when your phone started ringing. It was Kyle. Confirming that he was at the restaurant you were supposed to go.
7:00. He had gotten the two of you a table. He'll go ahead and order you a drink. They had mango lassi, but wasn't sure if you wanted to stick to just water.
7:15 He tries calling you. When it goes to voicemail, a follow up text is sent asking if you're okay.
At 7:20, while sitting on the couch you text back. Sorry. Something came up. We'll reschedule, I promise.
If you knew giving them a taste of their own medicine felt so good, you would have done it ages ago. You felt no since of shame in sending it. You hated being petty, but you wanted them to know what it felt like.
John had a lot more of verbal outbursts coming his way and if Johnny was hoping for a chance, he would be lucky if you had sex with him again before marriage.
Ten minutes later, on the dot, there was a knocking on your door. Your food had arrived. Blindly, you opened the door. Only instead of the take out you had delivered, Kyle stood there. Yet again soaked to the bone and this time out of breath.
"How did you know I was here?" Was the first thing that had come into your mind. If anything, he would have went by the shop first, but no. He came here. You weren't the type to deviate from a schedule, but christ. Simon at your date and then the club. John at the shop on your day off. Now this. "I swear to fucking god this fucking stalking-"
"Easy now, Love. No one's stalking you." Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit. They were military. Really important and special connections type of military, but this was bullshit. They were keeping tabs on you somehow.
"I know for a fucking fact that place is only ten minutes away. So you didn't have time to check out my store-- where I should be-- before coming here. So I'm going to ask you again, how did you know I was here?"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Stalking. We're stalking you." Kyle was lying. We he nodded like a bobblehead, you knew whatever was coming out of his mouth was bullshit. The first time you confirmed it was after Johnny had volunteered to make haggis. Kyle told him it was good, no doubt hoping to spare his feelings.
"Kyle." You warned, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. He paused as if trying to form another lie, but coming up short. Sighing in defeat, he confessed.
"Blocking us didn't stop you from sharing your location." In that moment, you could have strangled him. They had been still using your location. Something you had given them as a way to find you if you ever needed help. Now those assholes were using it for their own benefit.
"Son of a-" you shut your mouth. "I can't do this with you right now, okay?" You didn't confess that your publisher had asked for a last minute zoom call in the middle of your busiest work hour to see how you felt about doing a few meet and greets, all expenses paid.
Good news, but still... overwhelming. You still felt like an imposter. That you didn't deserve the hype you were getting. Your story wasn't that good. Your characters didn't hold much depth.
"Everything okay?" You didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to give him the chance to offer the reassurance you desperately needed for something he had no idea about.
"Why?" You asked, changing the subject. "I just want to know why? With John I get that the job gets stressful and needing someone to take-"
"No," he finished. "That's not an excuse. It's a reason. Not an excuse." His jaw clenched. "There is no excuse for how any of us treated you."
"Then what was your reason?" you asked. "I'm finding it very hard that someone who quite actively avoided me suddenly wants to get back together."
"I slacked off?" He shrugged. "I figured there were four of us and if I wasn't able to be there, it wouldn't make a difference."
"If you're just going to lie, Kyle, there is no point in continuing this conversation." You go to close the door only for his hand to stop you.
He stands there, looking at the ground. Even from the this angle you can see him take his bottom lip between his teeth.
He's nervous.
You step back. Giving him the option of coming in and saying it is whatever it is he needs to stay. He may be an ass like the rest of them, but this isn't exactly a conversation you want to have in the hallway for your nosey neighbors to hear.
He takes the silent invitation. Walking in and not speaking until you click the door shut. "You want the truth?" His voice is soft, but there is something else behind it. Anger?
"No," you say sardonically. "Please. Lie to me." He sighed, but didn't say anything. You were exhausted. The past few days had been a back-to-back rollercoaster of emotions. You were drained. You didn't have it in you for this right now. "Kyle-"
"I thought you only kept asking because you felt bad for me." He said the words so quickly, it took you a moment to process them. He thought.... you felt bad for him? "Like you were still trying to include me even if you didn't want to."
"Why?" Was the only thing you could come up with. You didn't have the energy to try to come up with your own reasoning for his admission.
"Don't think I don't know how I am compared to the them." He scoffed. You always knew the hierarchy of their work, even if you didn't know all the details. John was at the top. Captain and head bitch in charge. Simon was the lieutenant with Johnny and Kyle as Sergeants. Kyle was the youngest of the group by two years, but still. What was there to compare?
"So you're not a Captain or Lieutenant?" you shrug. "Johnny is the same rank as you. And you are the youngest and I'm sure with time you'll get to a position-"
"Black!" He said. "I'm black. I am the only fucking black guy not only in this relationship. I'm the only black guy in the 141, in the unit."
When it came to Kyle, black was the last thing you thought of. You thought of his soft brown eyes or house his hands felt so smooth against your body. How his smile could light up the room and how beautiful, how head-turning gorgeous he was. "I'm just an after thought in everything else regarding the 141, why would you be any different?"
"Ky," you were going to be sick. Was this how he really felt? With you? With the others? With work? "You know I don't feel that way, right?"
"Do you remember that time we went out? That french place?" How could you forget. The maĂŽtre d' had asked Kyle to put a card on a tab before the two of you were even seated. At first you thought it was preposterous. Why would you make patrons at a fine dining restaurant do that? This wasn't a pub for Christ sakes. Kyle told you not to worry about it and handed over a card.
The two of you never went back.
"Oh my god." It dawned on you. "When they asked for your card..."
"I..." he sucked in a breath. Trying to keep his composure. "It was fucking humiliating. I was a man dressed to the fucking nines with a gorgeous girl on my arm and before I even got the chance to blow my money, I was treated like I couldn't afford it. It wasn't because of what I was wearing or who I was with. It was because of me. Of who I was. Who I am."
"Kyle," words escaped you. Nothing in that moment to reassure him that it never dawned on you. That it stupidly never dawned on you how there were times that people did look at him different. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. That you were just as important and lovable and respectable as the others. That you loved him just as much. Words failed you. All you could say say was, "I'm so sorry."
He swallowed, before taking in harsh breath through his nose. "It's not an excuse. I got wrapped up in my own stupid fucking head about how other people looked at me, I forgot it only mattered how you did."
"And you did." You said, aching to reach out. To touch him. Offer some comfort. Hating that he ever felt like he wasn't enough. Knowing the feeling all too well. Even if he was the one to make you feel it. "You did matter to me."
"I know." He said. You were thankful he said it clearly. Not shrugging his shoulders or nodding his head as he spoke. "I'll do anything to matter to you again." He took your hands in his, even though they had ached to hold you closer. But he knew not to test his luck. "If you want to press restart and let's take it back to the very beginning, I'll do that. I will court you and woo you and make you fall in love with me all over again because I will never fall out with you. I can't."
You weren't prepared for this. You had prepared to leave Kyle waiting in a restaurant alone. Now your heart ached in your chest at the idea of letting him ever think he wasn't enough because of the color of his skin.
"It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow or next week or next fucking month." He squeezed your hands the same way had John had. With the exact same intensity and promise. "Just let me try again. I won't let you down this time. I'll put in the work."
"I don't want you to feel like you have to work to make this relationship work, Kyle." You protest, wanting to pull your hands away. Free from the spell his touch had seem to be putting you under.
He smiled. Not enough to show off his teeth, but enough where have of his face lifted up. "It's not the type of work with long hours and a shit commute. Loving you is the same kind of work an artist puts into making a masterpiece. Pouring everything into it and getting something beautiful in return."
Before you could comprehend it, your face was wet. "Kyle." Your lips quivered, a sob threatening to come out. "I never felt like I needed to spend time with you, Ky." You sniffled. "I fucking wanted to. I missed you." You were so close. You needed to reel it in. Get it together.
"I just didn't understand how you could." His confession broke any restraint you had. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to subdue your cries. When Kyle pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around you, you allowed yourself to crumble.
Not even for yourself, but for him.
For the kind heart you now knew broke with every sideways glance from passer-byes. For the hateful and prejudice world you lived in and for how they could overlook such a wonderful man just because of something as basic as the color of his skin.
You weren't sure how long you stood crying. You weren't certain if the knock on the door behind him actually happened or something your mind had conjured to try and pull you from your fit.
Eventually you did pull away from him. Your face covered in snot and tears. Seeing that you still were in need of it, Kyle pulled you back to him, only this time your face wasn't buried into his shirt.
You stood there. His arms wrapped around your back while yours found their home around his waist.
"I used to love when you would come back to my place directly from base as soon as you got back from a deployment." You said, breaking the silence. "I would be waiting like a kid on Christmas waiting to see what trinket made you think of me. You made me feel like even though we were so far away, you still thought about me."
"Always." He said, before his lips pressed against the top of your head. "Not a day I didn't miss being here with you."
The two of you eventually settled down on the couch. Both on opposite ends with a hot cup of tea in your hands and the array of take out containers half empty. You had planned for a night of eating your feelings so there was luckily enough food for two.
"I don't want to say no." You admitted. "But I need time. Before I even think about saying yes to all of this again."
"Not all of this," he reminded. "Just me. I'm doing my part in groveling, let the others figure it out. Or at least that's just what Price told us. Although you would be doing all of us a favor if you talked to Johnny?" Your ears perked up. You hadn't seen or heard from Johnny since Friday.
"What's wrong with Johnny?" You asked.
"Lad didn't cope well with you going on your date." Not that you had fucked him and said it was a mistake.... or maybe he kept that tidbit to himsle.f
"It wasn't a-" you started.
"I know," he said. "Simon happened to be nearby." You shot him a look, letting him know you weren't buying that lie, before he continued. "But he didn't. Fuck you're lucky we were able to drag him out of your apartment before you got back and he made an even bigger fool of himself."
"What are you talking about?" You asked. "What do you mean by drag?"
"Johnny called Simon. Told him you were on a date and to bring your ass back. Although you had made it a point to fuck him and leave-- absolutely no judgement, by the way-- he was going to make it a point to never leave your bed."
"My top sheet..." You had come home to your comforters and pillows on the floor. When making up your bed, the top sheet was missing. You had just assumed you didn't put it on or maybe it was in the wash.
"Refused to put his clothes back on. Me and John couldn't risk carrying a naked, screaming Scot through the streets without making a spectical. So we rolled him up and carried him of like a rug. A very heavy, squirmy rug."
"Oh," your hand flew to your chest. "Johnny." He was the bleeding heart of the group so you weren't exactly surprised. He was also the one who blew up shit, so he was definitely one for dramatics. "So that's how Simon figured out about dinner. But the drinks-"
"Whenever Simon is home, he's your shadow. The only time we don't worry about you is when we know he's with you." That made you roll your eyes.
"You act like he's my guard dog."
"He is."
"Is not." You defended, your conversation from Saturday night coming back to you.
"You're not my body guard, Simon." You snapped.
"Not trying to be," he said. "I was never trying to be."
"He's not." you said again.
"You're right." Kyle relented, shrugging his fucking shoulders.
"You're saying that like you're just not trying to argue with me." He took a sip of your tea. "Kyle!" He sighed before looking at you as if the last thing he wanted to do was continue on the subject.
"He is." He said. "Your guard dog."
"I mean he protects me, but all of you do." He shakes his head, a huff of air going out of his nose, almost amused.
"Not like Simon." He admits it almost as if he were ashamed. "I want to say something." He said it as if he were preparing you for the next words to come out of his mouth would change the course of the night. "I need to say it because it would make me less of a man and even less of a friend if I didn't. But I don't want you to hate me or yourself for it."
Why would you hate yourself for it?
"Fine." you agreed, giving him permission to continue. "I won't hold it against you."
"You were always the one to coordinate things to do. One-on-one dates. Helping John with paperwork when shit got to crazy and you were the only one the uptight asshole would let touch his files." You gave a small smile remembering how John had barked at a recruit to get the fuck out of his office before peppering you with kisses at your arrival. Giving small pecks of appreciation as he explained what he needed you to do and how to do it.
"Helping me after my shoulder injury and staying on my ass about the physical therapy."
"Well someone had to." You countered.
"This past Christmas when Johnny needed to get his sisters gifts so you made a whole day out of it going to see lights and ice skating." Johnny was the proud owner of a freshly bruised tailbone after landing flat on his ass and swearing off skating for the rest of his life. Feckin' ice.
"Okay?" You asked, not really sure where Kyle was headed for this. He had pointed out what a good girlfriend you were, had been. How you had always tried to be helpful and do whatever needed to help your boys out.
He stopped. He looked at you as if he were debating to tell you what he had warned you about. He looked down at the floor before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.
"Fuck." He muttered.
"Spit it out, Kyle!" You whined, now clueless to what point he was trying to make by all the examples of what a good girlfriend you had been.
He looked at you with the same solemness that a friend looked at another friend before having to call them out on their shit, knowing that the pill they were about to be given would be a hard one to swallow.
"You never did that with Simon."
#simon ghost riley#call of duty#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#angst#john soap mactavish#angst with a happy ending#grovel
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YES I KNOW THAT HEâS MY EX! | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. you knew tom was your ex, and that you should probably stay away, but thatâs never stopped you before
part 1 | installment of this au (please read for more context!)
ynuser :)
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user1 im loving the aesthetic
user2 THE BIKINI TOP IS SO CUTE
user3 put them toes awayyyy
rachelzegler i pay attention to things that most people ignore (this isnât your car.)
⼠user4 PLEASE?? not rachel using ynâs own lyrics on her
⼠user5 IS THIS TOMâS CAR??
user6 i may be delulu but those r tom blythâs mfing hands.
user7 he has her hair tie on; i repeat, tom blyth literally has ynâs hair tie on
When Tom had messaged you saying he wanted to talk, no matter how much you knew it was a bad idea, you decided to agree to it anyway.
The breakup had ended pretty badly. Although it was an agreement between you and Tom, that didnât mean thatâs what the both of you truly wanted.
The reason the two of you broke up in the first place was that Tom was talking too much about your future, which wasnât a bad thing â but it overwhelmed you. You werenât ready to settle down, not yet, at least. You and Tom had only been dating for a few months, and although it was all sweet and loving, you knew that getting engaged this early was like asking for a disaster to strike.
He was upset. Clearly. He loved you, you loved him, so why was it such an inconvenience for you to agree to take the leap in your relationship? That caused a blown out argument between you two, and by the end of it, you had agreed breaking up was the right thing.
You had a acting and music career to focus on, and Tom had an acting career that was just at the beginning of its success. You felt that it wasnât right to put a distraction into his life.
âIs this a bad idea?â You ask breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. You canât help but stare into Tomâs eyes, which held a language of their own.
âMaybe,â he says, wiping the corner of your mouth. âBut who cares?â
Who cares. Right. Well surely, it was a bad idea to meet up with your ex, much less kiss him, and although alarms were baring in your head that you probably shouldnâtâyou go in for a second kiss, this time, Tom doesnât let you go, cradling you close to his body.
âI donât care if you donât want to take the next step in our relationship, Iâm fine if youâre not ready yet. I just want you, okay?â
And how could any girl possibly reject Tom Blyth when heâs begging so prettily? Certainly not you.
tomblyth and ynuser both posted an instagram story !
ynsbiggestfan THE GIRLS AND I AFTER SEEING THE STORIES ON INSTA
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user8 IM ACTUALLY DYING BC NO WAY WAS THAT A COINCIDENCE
user9 theyâre connected they cant be far away from each other
user10 sheâs my Heather đđ
⼠user12 fr i wish tom was that inlove w me
user13 so this is why rachel said that wasnât ynâs car
⼠user14 ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW
sean.kauf photo dumpy
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ynuser pic creds ?? đ¤Ź
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user15 wait im confused, is she together with tom again or is she with sean..
user16 Ykw i cant even be mad, if i was as hot as yn, iâd have two bfs too!
⼠user17 REAL SHIIT
tomblyth fun fact: the 2nd pic is sean third wheeling after forcing me and yn to speak to each other
⼠user17 TOM CONFIRMED IT IM DEAD
user18 all the yn haters must feel stupid asf rn after accusing yn of being with sean
⼠user19 literally cause all 3 of them are literally close đđ like why would sean date yn, heâs literally friends with tom
user20 if yn isnât dating sean let me have him omg
ynuser yes i know that heâs my ex but canât two people reconnect !!!!!
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user21 this took the cake.
user22 time to cry again bc tom blyth is off the market
user23 she got him wrapped around her finger FR
user24 THE THIRD PIC OF THEM đĽšđĽš
user25 THE CAPTION OUUU GIRLY IS BRAVE
tomblyth i only see you as a friend (the biggest lie iâve ever said)
⼠user26 I CHOKED
⼠user27 THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGERS ARE CRYING RN
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Hiii! Could I rq reader who was Fords gf/so before he left and when he comes back heâs happy bc he realizes reader stayed in Gravity Falls the whole time and maybe even helped Stan fix the portal!
But then Bill comes and itâs totally up to u whether to make Bill like super jealous of reader or become just as obsessed with reader as he is with Ford idk.
Thank u!
Hello! Thanks so much for sending in a request. This is the first thing I've written in FOREVER, so I miiiiight have gotten carried away. Hope you and everybody else enjoys!
It always reminded you of the night sky.Â
That, or what lied far beyond it. Beyond you, maybe. But never Stanford Pines. Who, in this very moment stood several yards from where you yourself were. The both of you had that strange, not-quite night sky wrapped around your forms. Yet instead of the endless expanse that space was known for, various journals, textbooks, and equations littered that space around you.
It would have been a marvelous sight if you didnât know the purpose behind this all-too tailored world for Stanford. A trap meant to make him feel seen and applauded in ways you couldnât quite match. A place for them to meet.
Beside Stanford was another figure. A three-sided one to be exact who had taken place near his shoulder, where he had been far longer than you could have ever known. But here he didnât need to whisper his lies. Here, the two of them could simply converse and enjoy each otherâs company. A wonderful plan to make Stanford feel known while also shutting you out from the light altogether.
Their laughter was uproarious.
âAHAHAHAHA! COME ON, SIXER, YOU DONâT MEAN THAT!â
A shrill voice cut through your observations. The devilish figure that it belonged to had placed his hands over his chest, or stomach, as if he were trying and failing to hold in his joy. His one eye was closed and curved to show a smile that his body didnât have the means to actually do. His tie meanwhile spun in circles as if a toy had been wound up.
âSixerâ had his eyes lowered to the platform of which he stood. Tucked under his arm was one of his prized journals, where each of his six fingers drummed against its spine. He looked bashful under interrogation.
âWhat, not quite the term your ego would prefer, Bill?â Stanford finally shot back, his gaze raising to meet Billâs while his eyebrow raised to pose a challenge.
âNOT AT ALL!âÂ
The demon began to circle around Stanford, whoâs whole body began to turn with a determination not to break eye contact again. As if he were afraid of losing sight of Bill. Or his attention. Seeing it reminded you of a puppy enamored with its owner. Its everything, really. You had been familiar with it at some point yourself. What felt like ages ago now.
âJUST SURPRISED, IS ALL. I MEAN, AAAAAAAAALL IâVE DONE IS EXPAND YOUR MIND TO THE UNIVERSE OUTSIDE YOUR PUNY WORLD, SHOW YOU NEW COLORS, AND GIVE YOU THE PERFECT COMEBACKS EVERY TIME YOU GET INTO AN ARGUMENT,â He humbly bragged, âBUT IS THAT ALL REALLY WORTH IT TO BE CALLED YOUR-â
MUSE.
Muse.
Muse.
Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse.
That damn word was going to be imprinted on your brain with how often it was quite literally repeating. Out Loud. High-pitched and nearly shattering your ear drums, a physical manifestation of the word appeared in the space to hurl itself in your direction; A move youâve seen one too many times. You nimbly dodged off to the side without losing your footing like you had the first time this occurred. With both your feet planted firmly on the ground you whipped your head around to catch the end of the show.
The scene had frozen. Stanfordâs expression was stuck in a form of denial, his cheeks tinted a rosy color that you used to make them turn. His brow was furrowed as if he were concerned. Or desperate to assure Bill that he truly was worth it all. Bill meanwhile had his arms folded behind his back while his half-lidded eye bore down on its prey like a benevolent mentor.
Billâs pupil slowly slid in your direction.
âA BENEVOLENT MUSE, YOU MEAN.â
Bill Cipher became animated again. This time he no longer addressed the version of Stanford standing before him. His smug attention was all focused on you now. His small frame managed to tower over you in mere presence alone, even at the distance you two stood at.
Arms folded behind his back, there was a silence that followed while Bill inspected you. Perhaps waiting for you to give a response before he settled on his own. He feigned surprise.
âDIDNâT EXPECT TO CATCH YOU HERE. SIXER AND I WERE JUST HAVING A MOMENT ALONE,â Bill emphasized, his arm outstretching far past its supposed physical limit to wrap itself around Stanfordâs still frame, âYOU KNOW, LIKE WEâVE BEEN HAVING FOR A WHILE. BEHIND YOUR BACK. IN FACT HE WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET TO COMPLIMENTING ME. SINCE IâM HIS MUSE. HIS SKY. STARS. WHATEVER.â
Muse.
Another manifestation hurled its way in your direction. You werenât nearly as prepared and the edges of the word were sharp, slicing into your arm to draw what you assumed to be blood. With a wince you had to steady your balance before your glare shot back to the bastard in front of you.
He was a menace who you hadnât realized you had been in competition with for years. And now, in a pissing contest with as the man youâre both fighting over like teenagers was lost in worlds unknown. The man you had loved and had been prepared to marry was gone now. Leaving you with his unfaithful âMuseâ.
Oh, how youâve come to hate the word.
It happened first when you had learned of the existence of an other-worldly being that had been secretly leading Stanfordâs ambitions. Second was when you had discovered Fordâs hidden collection of idols and paintings. All squirreled away in a private chamber of his own viewing pleasure. That had been manageable.
But the fondness in his gaze when discussing their meetings made your heart ache. How heâd talk as if Bill Cipher was the sole purpose of everything now. His reason for continuing his research or facing adversity for his talents. Or the way heâd pause in the middle of a task to instead laugh at a memory of Bill from earlier, with his hands looking to busy themselves as a distraction.
All of that had hurt. But what made you hate the word most of all was its constant use to torture you. That the moment Bill had sensed your distaste for the term he had done nothing but plague your mind with it. Shoving it in your face as if he was a secret side woman in some stately affair.
Thus far this has been your nightly routine for several months now. Ever since Stanford Pines went missing from this world and so many others. With his brother, Stanley, being left behind with you to pick up the pieces to get back your lost loved one. And for some reason or other, Bill had set his sights on tormenting you.
Every night. Different visions of their bonded moments played in your mind while Bill sneered and poked fun at you for being fool enough to never notice the signs of your man slipping away. You never knew if what he showed you was true. You hoped not.
âTHEYâRE REAL.â
You ignore him a moment to get back on two feet. Standing tall before him.
âDo you plan on taking me through your âGreatest Hitsâ every night or are you going to fuck off already?â The venom in your tone caused interest to gleam in his eye. Most nights you try not to dignify his taunts with a response. But you were tired. Both mentally and physically thanks to late nights with Stanley to try to get the portal running again, or your lonely crying sessions blaming yourself for letting this go on for so long. You were exhausted.
âAW, DIDNâT THINK YOUâD GET SO CRANKY OVER A LITTLE FUN FORDSY AND I WERE HAVING! IâM SURE ITâS EASY TO GET INSECURE OVER THE IDEA OF YOUR MAN GETTING THE CHANCE TO VISIT A SUPERIOR BEING EVERY NIGHT BUT HE MENTIONED YOU ONCE OR TWICE. YâKNOW, ABOUT HOW YOUâRE âSAFEâ AND âSTABLEâ.â
You knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you. Perhaps even deter you from working on that portal any further, ensuring that Stanford would remain lost to mystery forevermore. âSay what you want Bill but I know him better than what your mind creeping could ever do. You miscalculated by seeing only the parts that benefited you and thatâs going to end up biting you in the ass. Because it doesnât matter what you and Stanford had before. Whatever was there is GONE, and I know that Stanford will be coming to end you too.â
It was difficult to keep your voice steady to feign the confidence that you hadnât had in a long time. You stood bravely in the face of Bill, whoâs form only grew in size while you charged up your own argument. He was nearly towering over you now while his gaze remained steady on you. His expression was unreadable.
âWELL WELL WELL, I-â
Heâs yapped for far too long.
âMaybe thatâs the point to all of this,â You gestured to the spectacle put on pause, âYou realize you fucked up. Pushed too hard. Or maybe youâre not even playing this for me. Youâre just trying to convince yourself that Ford is still in the palm of your hand when in reality, he despises you. Wants you dead. That despite all the compliments and praises you keep showing me he still picked me over you.â
You werenât sure if any of this was going to strike a chord. Especially with being in the dark as long as you had, there was nothing for you to fight with. The best you could do was treat him like the vindictive affair partner he was pretending to be. And it worked. Or it was the hint of a suggestion you made in saying you were chosen over him.
Billâs form skyrocketed in size from its already heightened form, with the triangle now bending over you now to force you to nearly tilt your head all the way back just to make eye contact. His pupil was entirely black to reflect your new surroundings as the static image of Ford and their place of contact was suddenly whisked away. What used to be a bright yellow turned to blood-red bricks that you swore you could feel heat coming off of.
âSTANFORD PINES FEARS ME,â Billâs voice boomed, âAND THATâS EXACTLY WHERE I WANT HIM. THINKING OF ME AND CHASING AFTER MY COATTAILS UNTIL THAT NERD COMES TO REASON. AND UNTIL THEN YOU-â
His fingers snapped. The ground beneath you disappeared and you felt weightlessness hit as you began to descend into a dark pit. âYOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!â
The vision of the gigantic demon began to fade away. His voice still boomed and echoed despite the void that they were shouted into. As your conscience begins to fade into its own form of nothing you close your eyes to instead repeat his words to yourself.
Never see him again.
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The Mystery Shack above you groaned with disapproval. Its wood and structure creaked as it finally settled back on the ground, thankfully still supported by its own weight once gravity returned to normal. You were face first on the ground with your head still spinning from that hasty landing you made to resist any damage. With just one peek of an eye you could see that your vision was still hazy. Only a sickeningly familiar blue light kept the basement of the Shack from being in total darkness.
Darkened figures up ahead began to move. When you tried to join them you were quick to discover that your leg caught in debris. A quick examination told you that it wasnât anything dangerous like active machinery, and the small tugs you gave to test your aching body showed that nothing was quite broken. Hurt, yes, but all intact.
Just like the house you could feel your bones settling back into place while creaking with resentment. You could only imagine how Stanley must have been feeling. Propping yourself up with one arm you then used your freehand to begin pulling away at the rubble on top of you, trying to carefully dismantle it piece by piece so that it wouldnât collapse on top of you.
Having been so focused on your escape you had only caught the tail-end of what Stanley was telling dipper.
âThe author of the JournalsâŚâ
Your head whipped around so fast it could have snapped, âMy brother.â
As if on cue a figure cladded in a black cloak removed his mask with a six fingered hand, his silver hair whipping around him as he slowly revealed a face you thought you could have anticipated after having aged years with Stanley. The fact that they were twins did little to stop you from tearing up at the handsome visage that was your Stanford Pines.
The wrinkles in his face had deepened from the last you saw him. He was still chiseled with a hint of facial hair he might have shaved off recently while his posture and expression gave off a confidence you werenât familiar with.
Stanley began to approach him with open arms, prepared to greet the brother heâs missed for years for longer than yours. Stanford didnât match his sentiments. Instead his fist drew back to strike Stan who had flinched out of the way- But not before Stanfordâs fist froze. Left hanging in the air as something else caught his attention. Past Stanley and Dipper. Through various piles of cement and broken wood.
You.
Neither of you moved. His eyes flickered back and forth in a manner that suggested he was examining you all the same. Taking in every detail of your graying form, of each new wrinkle that has marked your age like a tree. The intensity of his gaze made your heart stall for more reasons you could count.
Was that disappointment in his gaze? Or worse, indifference? The world had already been cruel in tearing you apart in the first place. How easy would it be to have Stanford simply forget you? To have moved on to grander and exciting things since his time away. After all, Bill Cipher had enticed him once before. YOU nearly lost him once before. Whoâs to say you havenât wasted your years chasing after a man who could no longer remember your face?
Tears began to gather. They soothed the sting of debris in the air to instead replace it with a dull ache in your heart. At this point you could have been crying over any number of things. You tried calling out his name but the words caught in your throat.
He shouted yours instead. Pushing passed his stunned brother and great nephew to run in your direction. Just as Stanford was a few feet away he suddenly dropped to his knees to slide the remaining distance. It was a physical endeavor you envied in this moment.
Already Stanfordâs arms wrapped around your form, drawing you in close to his chest while he buried his face into your hair. You didnât dare utter a sound of discomfort. Swallowing your tears you chose to focus on his warmth rather than the pain your body was in. How much studier his arms felt from the last time you were held in them, however long ago that was.
âMâŚMy dearâŚâ Stanford gasped, as if the term of endearment hadnât been uttered in history before. His six fingers nearly dug into your body with his tight grasp. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, âThisâŚThis is real. Bill isnât lying again. Youâre here. You.â
From the corner of your vision you could see both Soos and Mabel staring in wonder. Their mouths were left hanging open while they slowly turned to each other to clasp hands together. Mabel began to mouth âthey have a histooooory!!â
You opted to turn your face into Stanfordâs chest to ignore all that as long as you could.
âAll these years Iâve waited here for you, Stanford. Every year was spent fixing the portal, I-â Your eyes wandered to his twin, â-Weâve been fixing the portal. Stan and I together decided we werenât going to stop until you were home safe.â
Stanford drew in a breath. The tension that coiled his posture was a familiar sign of his frustrations being withheld, and with the copious warnings in his Journals to not open the portal again you had a fairly safe guess as to what that tension was. Stanford managed to swallow it down as his hand cupped your cheek and directed your eyes to his.
The years have really gone by. For the both of you, you realized as you gazed into weary and worldly eyes. Did he see the same thing in you? Or has it occurred to him just how truly long it's been since the two of you were close like this. Since way before he was lost in the first place. To where Billâs schemes began to put the first cracks in the foundations of your relationship.
From the distance the portal still glowed a blue hue, flickering every few moments as the machine began to lose its life at long last for what you pray is the last time. Both of you were left illuminated with blue. The beautiful sight of Stanford had been imprinted on your mind, nearly washing away the years of trauma the color had come to be associated with.
You could have sworn Stanfordâs eyes were brimming with tears as well before they closed, the distance between you two gone as he leaned down to capture your quivering lips in a kiss. With it came the relief of a thirty-year grief. Not of a healed relationship but of a path to recovery and trust. You nearly grinned into the kiss. Stanford Pines chose you.
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can we see more of kbd after everyone agreed another baby would be a good idea? đĽš
KBD âjust another day at home with Steve and your kids. mom!reader, 1k
Baby five shows quickly. You smile at your body in the mirror, the roundness thatâs taken your stomach, a proud baby bump for a small baby.Â
It looks super solid today. Unmistakably pregnant, though you suppose you could just be super bloated. Good thing you have the tests to prove your case.Â
âSteve?â you ask.Â
Heâs in the closet looking for a clean shirt. âYeah?âÂ
âWanna see my tummy?âÂ
âAlways, but why?âÂ
âThe bump is out.â You turn to the side, cupping the underside of your stomach to emphasise it.Â
You didnât plan on five babies. Four felt like enough for the time being, perhaps forever, and so baby five was a shock you loved. You werenât trying but your protection clearly failed, as is the risk, and you love your family and the life youâve made. You werenât sure a fifth child would hurt that or not, but the moment you saw your positive test you knew what you wanted. And Steveâll do pretty much anything he needs to give you what you want. It doesnât hurt that heâs always wanted as many babies as he can have.Â
âThe bump is out,â Steve repeats, screwing his mouth up to hide how excited he is unsuccessfully.Â
He comes up behind you in the mirror and looks down over your shoulder. He covers your hand on your stomach, his hair tickling your cheek.Â
âBump number five,â he says softly.Â
âI was just thinking that.âÂ
âGirl or boy?âÂ
âBoy.â You turn your face to meet his eyes, warm brown and as dreamy as the day you met. You still remember your first kiss, how heâd touched your neck gently to guide you. It was more loving than youâd imagined. You had no idea before you met him how much affection could be shared in just one kiss. âI think itâs a boy, this time.âÂ
âYou donât usually guess,â he says, your faces incredibly close.Â
âFour girls already. I like our chances.âÂ
âYouâd love another girl.â
âOf course I would.âÂ
âIt would be nice, thoughâŚâÂ
You hum. You close your eyes, and wait for whatever it is heâs going to do, content to be kissed or cuddled or simply leaned on. âI love you, honey,â he whispers.Â
âI love you, too. Whatâs on the list today?âÂ
âI donât think thereâs much,â he says. You smile as his nose traces your cheek. âThe only thing I can think of is finding Averyâs sweatpants for dance.â
His hand moves to your hip, turning you toward him, holding you.
âTheyâre in the dryer. Saw them earlier,â you say.
âItâs just the same as usual, then.âÂ
âAve wants to make those brownies,â you remind him.Â
âYeah. Maybe we can go to the store? Dove needs a couple of new t-shirts, I think, and the pantry is pathetic. Weâre a day away from running out of fruit slices. We can get brownie mix at the same time.âÂ
The girls will riot if you run out of fruit slices. Theyâre obsessed with them, warm pastries with fruit jelly in the middle that cause all sorts of arguments.Â
He straightens your shirt out over your new bump and holds you by the hips. You expect it as he kisses you, and while his kisses donât make you nervous anymore, you still love the feeling of his lips against yours, and the smoothness with which he turns his face and your lips part against his. Warm, sweet kissing. You hook an arm behind his neck and give in.Â
When youâve kissed one another dizzy, turned yourselves into gauzy flushed caricatures of a couple in love, you reluctantly part to finish getting dressed. You savour how it feels to put on your own socks, knowing that in just a few months youâll lose the ability all over again.Â
Youâre checking you look presentable in the mirror when Bethie lets herself in.Â
âHello,â she says.Â
âHi, baby.â You wipe lint from your cheek.Â
âDad?âÂ
Steve again returns from the closet, but now heâs dressed, and looking for some hair mousse. âHey, baby, whatâs up?âÂ
âAre we going out?â she asks.Â
âTo the store.â Steve grabs her under the arms and puts her standing on your bed. âWow, you got taller?âÂ
Beth laughs. Steve chucks her under the chin and returns to his mousse search. On the vanity, the baby monitor crackles, and then a cry gurgles from the speakers, echoing up the stairs.Â
âMommy!â Avery calls. âWren is awake!âÂ
You laugh to yourself. âIâm coming! Thank you, Ave!âÂ
âShe has a snot bubble!âÂ
âOh no!âÂ
You ditch Steve. Beth decides to come with you, sliding off of the bed and saying, âMom, mom, mom,â until you hold her hand. You make your way downstairs together, where Avery and Dove are eating chocolate covered popcorn at the plastic play bench in front of the TV, their colouring books open and brightly decorated. Wren cries weakly in her rocker to be picked up, nearly eleven months old and agitated.Â
You wipe her snotty nose with a wet wipe stashed under the rocker. âDonât cry, sweetheart, itâs okay, itâs okay, Iâm getting you out.â You lift her up and sit down on the couch, holding her to your front. âThat was a good nap.â
âMama,â she says.Â
You smile. âThatâs me, sweetheart. Mama-ma.âÂ
âMama,â she says, her tears quickly smoothed away. She grins at you. She doesnât seem like sheâs just been napping.Â
âHello,â you murmur softly. âDid you have a good sleep?â You stroke along her face and under her chin.Â
âMom, can we go to the store, too?â Avery asks.
âHow did you know I was going?â
âYouâre in jeans and itâs Saturday.â
âMy little detective,â you croon, to Wrenâs delight. She crawls up your chest to kiss you. You laugh under her, and more when Avery climbs onto the couch to hug your arm. Beth follows.
âCan I come?â Dove asks.Â
âOf course you can!â you say through kisses. âCome up here and cuddle me. Come on, Dove. Iâm putting all my love in my tummy for the baby, so I need extra.âÂ
Itâs a cheap shot, but it encourages Dove into the couch, where she presses a kiss to your cheek. âI wanna push the cart,â she says.Â
Itâs so nice to hear her voice that you agree on impulse. âYou can push, baby, dadâs gonna help you.âÂ
Speaking of her dad, Steve appears again with arms full of dresses, socks, underclothes and cardigans. âWhoâs going first?â he asks.
Itâs easier than it looks. Averyâs a big girl who doesnât need help but gets it anyways. Beth stands still as a doll, and Dove likes when Steve buttons up her cardigan because he gives her one kiss for each button.Â
He leans down to kiss you gently and take the baby. Always gentle, your husband.Â
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Love your writings so so much!!! Pretty please can i ask for angsty to fluff sunarin to heal my broken heart
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pairing: suna rintaro x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
content: suna's been playing the argument the both of you had on repeat in his head and he decides it's time that he proves to you that he wants to make this work
a/n: hi bby <3 ofc i can write angsty/fluffy sunarin i hope u like it and this could meet your expectations! i hope that this helps mend your broken heart love u always and if you ever need anything i'm always here to talk <3
suna is staring at the ceiling in his apartment.
his vision shifts towards the bright red numbers "3:07" glaring at him menacingly.
he shifts his body to turn away from the clock as he coddles a pillow next to him, holding it as if it's the most precious thing he has.
i destroyed the most precious thing in my life. the overthinking demons begin to plague his conscience.
he wonders what you're doing right now. he hopes that you're asleep but he knows you're probably cramming last minute for that midterm you have for your class tomorrow.
he sighs.
he opens his phone and presses your contact, thumb hovering over the call button.
he just wants to hear your voice. at least once.
ah, fuck it.
his finger presses the call button and it begins to ring. and ring. and ring. and ring. and ring.
he's beginning to lose hope as the ring continues to go on until he hears his favorite sound in the world.
"rin?"
rin.
"hello? rin?"
he clears his throat, realizing he's just been lying there, not speaking a word.
"hi baby."
"what's wrong? why are you up? don't you have pract-" you start questioning him.
"don't worry about it hun. it's all good," he sighs into the phone. "just wanted to hear your voice right now."
you hum in response.
the hurtful words he said to you a couple nights ago are playing on loop in his mind and he's unsure of what to say now.
"did you need something rin?" you begin. "you don't usually call me.. voluntarily."
he knows he doesn't. he's always been the nonchalant one in the relationship, always waiting for you to make the first move. you've always been the one to suggest going out or planning a night in. he became so used to you always being there. he never thought you wouldn't be there anymore.
you were never supposed to get out of the picture.
"i really miss you."
you're silent.
"i know you don't believe me but i really miss you."
suna knows you're having a tough time believing him. every time you would try to bring up how you wish he'd put in just a bit more effort, he always brushed it off. but when you had brought up again for the nth time a couple days ago, asking if he could at least plan something for just the two of you, he gave out on you.
"i don't have the time for this shit. i have a professional career i'm working towards and i don't have the extra time to get distracted."
he remembers the words like they were written on the back of his hand. god, he can't forget the way your beautiful features etched into a look of pure heartbreak.
god, he can't that look out of his head.
but the worst thing plaguing his mind was your response.
"rin, i just want you to act like you at least care about me. i feel like you don't care about us anymore."
god, if he could express into words how much he deeply cares for you, your relationship, and everything that has to do with you. he wants you wholeheartedly but he can't seem to express that properly.
"right," your voice is curt. sharp. it cuts like a blade into him.
he gulps.
you're hurting and he can feel it from miles away.
and the silent treatment that you've been giving one another has not been helping to heal that pain ever since that horrid dispute.
"i realized how shitty of a boyfriend i've been to you."
you're silent, waiting for him to continue.
"you wanted me to reciprocate the time and effort you put into making this relationship work and i didn't do that. it was the least i could have done; you're right."
"rin i-" he interrupts you.
he's sitting up now in his bed, staring out the window of his bedroom.
"no, wait please let me finish."
you're silent and he takes it as his cue.
"the fact that you felt like i never cared about you â about us â this entire time truly shows how much of a shitty person i've been to you and to our relationship. i'm supposed to be the one there for you yet i never was. your absence in my life for the past couple days has affected me in ways that i don't even know could be possible"
he continues although he hears what could've been a sniffle.
"i don't know how else to put it into words but i miss you so bad, y/n. you don't have to forgive me â i wouldn't blame you â but i just want you to know that if you don't want to do this anymore with me, i understand. i'll love you no matter what your decision is."
"you love me?" your voice comes to life on the other end of the line completely caught off guard.
oh my god.
he smiles to himself as he stares at the vast dark room in front of him. "yes i love you. i always have."
"from the moment you walked into the sports psychology lecture late to the time you spilled coffee all over my brand new jersey to the time you had your sickly chicken pox. i've loved you ever since and i won't let you go."
you're silently digesting the information that he threw at you all in one sitting.
it's dead silent and suna is nervous. he wants to know what you're thinking, how you look like right now, how you're feeling.
he really wants to see you right now. to be there with you right now.
the overthinking demons begin to make their entrance in his mind as he begins to speak. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done this over the phone. i should've done this in person. i'm just too nervous to even say a word because what i want to say gets lost and then-"
"rin," you stop him before he can continue his ramble.
"yes?"
"i love you too."
oh my god.
his heart is beating out of his chest and he's stuck. his mouth is slightly agape, stunned by your confession. after everything he's done with you, you still love him?
"are you sure?" he asks to confirm.
"why are you literally trying to deny my confession to you right now?" you give a watery chuckle which he can instantly hear through.
"i don't deserve you," he states and he feels his eyes water a little bit.
"yeah you don't," you laugh in hopes of lightening the mood but the laugh dies down in your throat.
a comfortable silence holds between the two of you.
"i'm sorry for keeping you up so late. please get some rest-" he begins but is this time interrupted by you.
"can you come over?" your small voice interrupts. "obviously if it's not a bother... i just want to, um, see you right now. if that's okay."
his heart beats faster.
"are you sure?"
"yes please," you sound so frail. "please come over rin. i really need you right now."
"i'm there, baby."
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Marriage of convenience (18+) < rich!jay x rich!fem!reader, hurt/comfort fic, lots of making out, kissing, arguments, angst, smut 18+, a lot of tears. note: first time writing smut- not proofread!! MDNI, please reblog >
Not that you minded, being set up with on a date on a mundane Wednesday wasn't on your checklist. Considering skipping it, you drawled the process of making small talk with some random geek who had cash.
Ugh. Being the only daughter of a rich man had its own plight.
"Jude, Can't I skip today's appointment with Mr. P?" You complain to your manager, Jude shirt for Judith. She keeps her eyes in the road, save for a glance, only opening her mouth,
"Do you even know who you're meeting?"
You nod profusely, "another rich kid with attitude," you finish, staring bored out the car window, watching the way birds fly, free of restraint. How you wished to live to like that.
Money can go far but you couldn't get freedom with said money.
"Well, hate to break it to you, this guy, "Mr. Park" is different,"
"You always say that," you drawl a whine puffing up your cheeks with air. "I'll stake some money if makes you happy"
Money? You had plenty but jude wasn't someone who'd set losing bets. Curious, you beam to accept her bet, having a spike in your mood.
Jude dropped you off at the posh cafe your date had scheduled to meet. Wondering who exactly this man was, convincing enough to get the stingy jude to bet bills.
Surely, he would be anything but disappointing.
Oh and how right you were.
He stood leaning back on the counter, decked in a neatly ironed silk shirt stretched across his defined shoulders, shirt buttoned down with his chest slightly exposed, sleek formal pants running down his legs loosely hung off his waist.
Okay, you admit he had great fashion sense but what about his face?
Sunglasses decked his perfect slicked jet hair, gaunt face with a killer jawline, brown eyes sharp and lips small yet kissable, ears pierced, vieny arms folded to his chest.
Jude won the bet the moment you locked eyes with him.
He was absolutely beautiful and you'd experienced what you thought was love at first sight.
He drew a smile and walked closer animatedly. Shit. Your feet were frozen to the ground as your lips parted with surprise. He stuck his hand out, "nice to meet you, I'm park jay" he offered, politely. Yet your mind and actions faltered and were a heartbeat late on grabbing onto his hand.
The rest was history. Married a year and a half later, nobody could predict the marriage would be this loveless and stagnant. Not that the public knew.
Jay Park. Hier to the one and only park estate, leading hotel series bringing wads of cash. Along with your own established wealth from your dad's company, which you assumed you'd be taking over soon.
But those dreams were crushed when jay came home with the news that a merger would take place, a year after your marriage.
Now all that you had to do was stay at home and look after him and the kids. But wait.
What kids? A loveless marriage was one thing but a sexless one was unheard of.
Yet intercourse was the only intimacy you shared with him. Hes perfect in every aspect yet incapable of affection, you'd deemed a year into the relationship.
Any show of affection like cuddling or spending time you'd initiate would fall flat or would be denied, or worst yet he'd never be there for you to initiate it. Work, home, sleep, eat. That's all he did and that's why it was all the worse.
He acted like you were invisible except the days he came home drunk and fucked you senseless. You'd consent to that but it felt meaningless, like a repeated one night stand yet you lived with the guy and were married to him.
So when your parents haunted you with the pressure of having children, you'd burst into tears upon your arrival home. You hated the fact you were so shallow and unlovable to the one man you swore to.
You ignored the pressure from your parents to have a child yet the tension mounted.
You and jay were to eat lunch with his parents and then came the infamous line, "I would love to see my grandchildren anytime soon," said Mrs. Park nonchalantly and you swear you saw jays left brow twitch. It hurt.
There was nothing wrong with you, or him for any matter. Just that your marriage never even felt like one to begin with.
"So soon?" Jay questioned, setting down his fork to the plate. You could his temple crease ever so slightly. You'd observed the man sitting next to you for a long time when he'd be with you was when he would sleep. You'd spend countless hours staring at his beautiful face, yearning for his attention, and even more far fetched, his love.
"it'll be two years soon, son" replied Mr. Park giving a stern glare towards his son, eyes flickering over you momentarily before they returned to his plate yet again.
Worthless. That was the look in mr parks eyes. He'd probably thought how hard it'd be to seduce his son, or rather get him into bed.
You sat wordless in the car, watching out the window as you did the time Jude dropped you off him to meet him for the first time. Jay sat beside you, facing the window as well. Rain poured heavy, matching your gloomy vibe from the happenings at lunch with the parks. Right, you were a Park.
Love at first sight was real when you met jay for the first time. Yet he never reciprocated anything you felt.
Tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill yet you held them back with all your might. Not here, not infront of jay. Never had you cried when he was present. It was unnerving to see his expressionless face watch you cry.
Yet your thoughts only grew worse and before you knew it, a tear fled from your eye and a sob broke from your mouth. It was hard, feeling unwanted and isolated all the time. Those emotions flew out like a river, gaining the attention of your husband.
"you okay?" He spoke softly, like you'd shatter if he spoke any louder, and at that you sobbed harder till you broke down weeping in the car as the driver flicked his eyes to the back seat repeatedly, wondering what commotion was taking place.
Jay asked the driver to drop you two off at their hotel, and the tyres swerved to the right, soon infront the entrance. Jay urged you to calm down and get down the vehicle. You complied and wiped your tears away, standing there as the cold wind hit your face. Yet again you felt like crying.
Jay grabbed you by the hand and tried to haul you inside as fast as possible, but you slapped his hand away, "I'll take myself there," His eyebrow twitched and raised, leaning closer to your ear to whisper, "there're eyes on us, the paparazzi is right here so just get inside," he seethed through his teeth.
At his words you panned your head around, merely for jay to put his arms to your knees and neck and pick you up and head for the roundabout back entrance. Absolutely stunned that he lifted you up with no struggle, you watched him maneuver with your mouth slightly parted.
On the elevator to the largest suite, accessible by family, you asked to let down. "No," he replied, keeping his eyes on the doors of the elevator. You didn't protest further and cozied up to his chest. He took three strides to the door and whipped it open and peered inside.
He let you down and trapped you to the door, his forehead pressing against yours. His breathing was erratic, his eyes showed emotion. *What's wrong," he let out in between exasperated breaths.
And the tears came again.
"Everything," you quip and wiping away you erratic tears with the back of your hand, leveraging your weight in the door to stand up straighter and look him dead set in his eyes.
"Do you even know anything about me? What I like to do, what I like to eat, what's my favourite color... Do you even love the person you're married too?"
He opens his mouth devoid of swords, eyes guilty shoulders heavy of burden. "You like to dance, you like spicy food, and your favourite color is," he starts small, working his mind through all the things he knew about you, "purple?"
"blue,"
"oh."
"what was the name of the dog I had when I was younger?"
Silence.
"Bruno," you answer, disappointment filling your being as you stare the guilt stricken man facing you. "At this rate you probably never felt anything for me, let alone love." He leaned his head to the door behind you, keeping his hand to your shoulder and whispering to your ear, "do you know why I've been distant with you?"
"if what you mean by distant is ignoring my every attempt and instant of me trying to express my emotions to you in the past two years, then, no. Probably except the fact you don't like me but needed someone to fill in the position of your wife." You huff, letting your true feelings show, the pack of interaction between you two hurt you a lot more than you thought.
"Perhaps your criteria was to find someone smart but quiet, pretty but not attention seeking and lastly a nice body would be a plus point, I suppose," you finish, one hand settling on his nape and the other his back. You keep your eyes trained on his, batting them ever so often so you wouldn't cry with word you uttered.
At first, jay showed no signs of response except guilt, then his face contorted to confusion and lastly to anger. The crease on his forehead from burying his eyebrows downward as he almost glared at you with a fire lit in his eyes.
"So you think I'm using you," he says, and you nod, solely for him to sneer and pull back from your hold, stepping closer and claiming you up the door as he swung his arm round your waist and one hand to your face, tilting it upto him, and dipping his head down to your eye level. Your lips were mere centimetres apart from collision. Eyeing your lips he grazed his thumb past your lips.
"You talk like you know the whole story, darling. It's not a good habit to make assumptions," he said drawing a line down your lips, his finger slipping past making a small smacking sound
"well then what's your reasoning to leaving me devoid of affection? Before you say you sent gifts, I know your assistant picked them, the clothes he sent were chosen with little to no fashion sense, whereas you have an exceptional dressing style so don't say you bought me those items, darling." You muse replicate his fiery response with sass.
He watches you with contemplating whether to tell or not. "We were only supposed to be married for a year." He starts slow, taking in your facials, watching as your eyes widened and practically urged him to continue. "The merger wasn't going to happen, you were supposed to take over," he said calmly, knowing how much of a touchy subject this was to you, having prepared your whole life to head the company and ultimately not being able too.
"But the results shown over the one year we were meant tobe together showed immensely worthy and the merger took place, therefore nullifying our one year marriage,"
Like rains drops now fell from the sky, the sunny days his behind the clouds like your tears behind your eyelids. Jay couldn't bare to see you look so vulnerable. He felt as though he was the cause for these misunderstandings, which he was not completely but partly.
"I, I never signed any contract,"
"It wasn't meant to be signed by us, it was unanimous decision,"
"So now they want us to act like a couple? Do they even know how hurt I felt to be ignored for a year, how it felt to feel unwanted and unlovable?" A stray tear strolled down your cheeks as anger creeped up your voice. It was unfathomable to you, to be lied to by your own parents, and possibly jay too.
"Had you known we'd last for only a year?"
"...yes" he paused, waiting for the information to sink into you, hoping it wouldn't shatter you more. Your head spun in circles as you struggled to get away from him, pushing as his chest as tears streamed down your face, brushing past him to sit on the couch to relieve your dizziness.
You sat there and cried while jay watched you unwind into a tears, unsure of what to do. 'I didn't want to fall for you, because I'd have to leave eventually but I couldn't stop myself from catching feelings when I was around you. I decided it would be best for me not to be there for you and I'm aware of my mistake here... But apologizing won't make the hurt and damage you faced go away. You're free to take your call, whether it may be divorce or not, and don't worry about our parents, I'll handle them."
You panned your head up at the word divorce, shifting to your feet and striding over to jay, where he stood previously, stuck in place. You faced and a loud smacked echoed across the room, his head turned 180 degrees, his cheek red with the strike of your palm.
"Atleast tell me you'll love me now, asshole,"
He put a palm to his cheek, running the area you struck him, watching your tear dried somber face, more threatening to brim out the ledge. "I'm sorry." He apologized, hanging his head low with shame and guilt.
"One thing you've never done to me," eyes conveying different sorts of emotions, "is kiss me."
He looked rather surprised at the observation, "I knew if I kissed you, there'd be no going back, both mentally and physically."
"Jay weve fucked before for hours yet you never kissed me once, didn't you think I'd find it strange? And when were you going to tell me about this whole one year marriage clause being nullified, meaning we'd spend the rest of our lives together part? Not that I didn't think we'd spend our whole lives together but I guess we thought different."
"I was planning to, but the time was never right, so..."
You turned your back to him and walked to the suites bedroom and to the bathroom, jay following behind slowly. Splashing water to your face and drying it off, seeing an awkward jay hanging around in the tension of the air. "Sit," you ordered, pointing to the ledge of the bed. Confused, he still complied, comfying himself on the edge of the bed.
"Good,"you commented, hiking up on the bed and onto jays lap to his surprise, situating yourself atop of him, staring back down to his glasses over pupils, red and swollen from the lack of sleep and fatigue. "Are you tired, darling" this time saying the nickname endearingly. "Not really,"
"then kiss me,"
Flustered by your demand, he began stuttering, "Are you sure? Like really?" You nodded along, "yes,"
"then I guess I could," he became nervous, but built up the the courage to put his hand to the back of head and slowly press down in it till your lips met his. The motion started out awkward, then jay relaxed after a few seconds or so and found a rhythm you could match.
The dynamic of the intensified as jay began settling into reality that he was kissing his wife. Swiveling his tongue around yours he began tasting every corner of your mouth, exploring every inch. You attempted to pull away due to lack of air but he held you back your hair aggressively tugging to his lapping tongue.
You moaned his mouth, hand squeezing his shoulder for stability, swiping over your bottom lip, and softly biting your lip, he let go of the insane grip he had on you. You heaved your chest up and down, messing your hair. You pushed down to the bed, sitting on top of him.
He tugged your arm towards him and you were face to face with jay. He brushed past hair intruding your picturesque visual. He lifted up your shirt enough to expose your stomach and rubbed past the expanse soothingly. He picked you and flipped you over and onto your back and made you scoot to the headrest.
The two of your made out for another few minutes or so only pulling back when in dire need of oxygen. Your lips were swollen but you were addicted. Even though the two if you had got intimate before, it was nothing compared to the emotions you felt through this. You sat up on the bed to catch your breath and ruffled through his hair endearingly.
With your approval he yanked your shirt off, then he stripped off his shirt, trapping you in between his legs. "You kiss me," he breathed out and situated his hands behind back to suport both his and your weight. You lunged at him and connected your lips to his, grinding down where your body met as he let out the soft noises from his mouth as he moved to kiss at his jaw, your hands running the expanse of his well built chest and back.
You obsessed over marking his jaw and neck for a good few minutes before travelling down to his nape, marking and sucked the area. You peppered kisses back up to his lips, taking his bottom lip between your teeth,feeling the vibrations of his groans down to your wet spot and grinded harder but free tired and settled on top of his clothes hardness.
He returned the favour by making you mean with every touch, electrifying you body. You but as his ear when his began to touch you through your remaining clothes, still keeping his lips fixated on yours. Approaching closer to your high you became hypersensitive of his every action he performed on you.
He set you on him and forced you down onto his hard-on till you cried of pleasure, riding off the whiteness by laying you down on the bed and dropping up on his elbows to kiss you. You felt immense pleasure and relief, showing your gratitude by jerking him off.
Tired, you laid on the bed in his arms, still thinking about the events that took place. "At this rate, we could just expect a kid," you say, laughing it off as a joke, "then we'll have to get to work.* He replied with a giggle and you buried yourself in his chest with a smile.
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âStart of the season-dramaâ
Max Verstappen x reader
TW: angst, assumed cheating
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âI wish you could come with me.â You looked over at your boyfriend next to you by the kitchen counter. He didnât meet your gaze, face contoured in concentration as he formed the ground beef into patties.
âI know baby.â You agreed, reaching for a bowl to put the cut cucumber in. Max grabbed it for you.
âAre you sure you canât come with? Bahrain is nice.â He softly bumped his arm against yours, offering a playful smile. You chuckled, shaking your head.
âI would love to, you know that. But I have my thesis to write.â
âYou can do that on the road.â He tried, but you both knew the answer. This conversation had been on repeat for the last few months and every time it ended with Max, somewhat disappointed, agreeing that it would be best if you stayed home. You werenât surprised he tried one last time tonight.
âEven if I could Maxie, I still have to work and I canât do that from Bahrain.â Even before he spoke up you knew what his next argument would be and if anything got under your skin, it was this.
âYou donât need to work though. You have me.â The way he said it so casually, like he always did, had your stomach twisting. You hated that he saw it like that, and no matter how many times you talked about it Max didnât seem to understand your point of view. You clenched your jaw, physically biting your tongue not to say anything back. Instead you concentrated back on the work on the cutting board, brows slightly furrowed. Things were quiet for a few moments, Max being busy with the meat in the frying pan, and you had almost blocked him out completely, deep in your own thoughts, when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. Your back was softly pulled flush against his chest and a second later he nudged the side of your head with his nose.
âIâm sorry.â He mumbled, pressing a few kisses against your cheek and down your shoulder. âOf course you have things to do here, I get that. Iâm just going to miss you, thatâs all.â You couldnât help but smile, the frown melting of your face in a second. How could you ever stay annoyed at him when he was this cuddly and cute? You placed the knife down, turning around in his rather tight grip to face him. Max looked down at you, tilting his head slightly as to ask if he was forgiven. You just reached up to grab his cheeks, bringing his face down to yours for a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips.
âIâm going to miss you too.â You said when the two of you finally pulled apart. âBut itâs just two weeks, right?â
âHmm.â Max nodded, fingers pressing into the skin just above your hips. âThen Iâll come straight back home and I wonât leave your side for at least a few days.â You laughed at that, snaking your arms around his torso and leaning your head against his chest. Max pulled you even closer, a deep breath leaving his lips. You were going to miss him, but two weeks went fast and you told yourself that heâd be back, preferably with two wins under his belt, before you knew it.
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The first race had been amazing. You had watched from home with some of your friends, absolutely ecstatic and somewhat tipsy as your boyfriend passed the finish line in first place what felt like hours ahead of the rest. When he called you after the win you had literally screamed into the phone how proud you were of him and hearing him laugh loudly on the other end had you smiling the whole night.
That was four days ago. You had been busy, work was more chaotic than normal and your limited freetime was spent in the library working on your thesis. Unfortunately, this also meant that you had missed a few of Maxs phone calls and when youâd called him back he had been busy instead. You texted a lot, but it had been a few days since you last heard his voice and you were starting to miss it.
Getting back late from the library, not at all happy with the work you had done, all you wanted to do was to call Max and have him tell you about his day. You knew he had been at the annual banquet in Jeddah last night, which he hated, and you were excited to hear all the gossip. You sunk down in the couch, making yourself comfortable as you searched up the results of the first practice round. You always wanted to know how things were going for Max before you spoke to him, partly to show him that you cared and partly because you wanted to know what mood he might be in. You smiled to yourself, pleased, when you saw him at the top of the rankings. Absentminded you begun to scroll down among the tweets, rolling your eyes at the people hating on Max and grinning proudly at all the people joking about how this season would just be win after win after win for him. Suddenly you stopped, a tweet written all in caps catching your eye.
MAX VERSTAPPEN LOOKING DAPPER WITH MYSTERIOUS BLONDE! DID HE LEAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND AT HOME?
You raised your eyebrows, not being able to stop yourself from clicking on the photos. Surely it was going to be something dumb, you were used to the rumors surrounding your boyfriend and you had simply learned to just tune them out. Scrolling through the pictures now, however, you could feel your stomach drop. It was blurry, but it was clearly Max. The photos were taken from far away but you saw him, dressed handsomely in a suit and bowtie, with his arms tightly wrapped around a tall blonde. Her back was turned against the camera so you couldnât make out her face, but you didnât recognize the body at all. The two of them seemed to be alone, standing outside what looked like the building where the banquet was held. In one picture Max was shown grabbing her cheeks, staring down at her. You squinted, as if that would help you distinguish his expression, but you couldnât quite tell what was happening. You couldnât deny that it sure looked like he was about to kiss her. Quickly locking your phone you dropped it in your lap, staring down at the black screen with wide eyes. That wasnât just some rumor, something someone had claimed to see or made up. Those were real photos, photos of Max being way too close for comfort with someone who clearly wasnât you. You knew you should calm down, take a step back until you could talk to him and let him explain. Surely there was an explanation that didnât involve him actually cheating on you? Right? Before you had time to spiral further your phone lit up again, the picture of Max sleeping, drooling, in a cab you had as his contact photo illuminating your screen. Acting on reflex you picked it up, sliding your finger across the screen.
âHello?â
âBaby!â He seemed surprised that you answered but quickly regained himself. âAm I disturbing you? Are you at home?â
âI just got home.â You answered, frowning at the shortness of your own tone. You werenât sure how to approach him, you werenât even sure what to say. Were you mad? Sad?
âGood. Feels like weâve just missed each other the past few days.â Max shuffled around on the other end and you assumed he was laying in bed. With a content sigh he spoke again and you could hear the smile on his face. âHow are you my love?â
âIâm good.â You mumbled, clicking on the speaker icon and placing your phone down in your lap.
âHowâs the thesis coming along? I assume you just came from the library?â
âHmm, yeah I did. Itâs fine.â Max obviously picked something up in your voice because he was quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.
âI hope youâre not spreading yourself too thin baby, you have to take a break sometimes.â His voice was full of concern and you donât know if it was that or the pictures still haunting you but suddenly all you wanted was to be next to him. âHave you eaten today?â
âActually,â you began, deciding what to say as the words were coming out of your mouth. âI was thinking about maybe coming to you? I think I can make it to the race if I leave tomorrow and-â you stopped as you heard Max laugh on the other end, stomach twisting at the sound you usually loved. That was not the reaction you wanted.
âYou know I miss you but thatâs crazy baby.â He chuckled. You could feel the pressure take form behind your eyes. âYou have things to do and Iâll be home in less than a week.â
âYeah but I want to see you now. I thought youâd want that too.â You hated that his reaction, a very reasonable reaction at that, left you feeling so hurt.
âOf course I want to see you, but you shouldnât come all the way here when we both know-â
âI shouldnât?â His choice of words felt like a punch in the stomach and you frowned down at the phone. Max took a second too long to respond so you spoke again. âWhy shouldnât I? You donât want me there?â
âWhatâs all this coming from?â The smile was far gone from his voice and now he just sounded bewildered. âYouâre the one who opted to stay home because you had work to do.â
âYeah well that was before I knew youâd cozy up with some other girl if Iâm not there.â
You pressed your eyes shut, cringing at your own words the second they left your lips. You did not mean to put that out there like that. The line went quiet for a moment before Max broke the silence, voice as confused as it gets.
âWhat?â
You wanted to cry. âNothing.â
âNo, what did you say?â
âNothing Max. Donât worry about it.â You snapped, hating yourself more every time you opened your mouth. You really needed this conversation to be over, preferably before you started to cry. âIâm actually really tired, I think Iâm-â
âNo no no, you donât just get to throw something like that at me and then hang up. What did you mean by that?â
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said that. Iâm sorry.â You were rambling. âJust forget it. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.â You heard Max say your name before you hung up, heart feeling like it was beating out of your chest.
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so literally eight years ago i posted a snippet of a modern retelling of Much Ado About Nothing set in a student co-op and for no particular reason, the concept is tickling my brain right now. so uh here, have this? i guess?
âSo, Ursula, my dear,â said Lee, taking the seat across from her at the dinner table. âMy fluffy little crumpet. My buttery brioche bun. My tangy slice of pumpernickelââ
Ursula squinted up from her Anthro reading. âUh-oh,â she said. âYou only call me bread when Iâm in trouble.â
âHappened to glance at the meeting notes this morning,â Lee continued, her voice rising. âYouâve got anything you wanna explain or defend?â
Ursula flicked her highlighter from one finger to the other, determined to play it cool. âI think itâs all pretty self-explanatory. Which meeting notes, exactly, were you glancing at?â She peeked out of the corner of her eye to check how this was going down.Â
Poorly.Â
Lee stared at her, apparently at a loss for words, which was not a great look for the house president.
âYou did this more than once.â
âI take notes every meeting, Lee,â she said, as levelly as possible given how Leeâs âIâm not angry, just disappointedâ Mom vibes were oozing from every pore. âItâs my job, as house secretary.â
âIs it?â said Lee tightly. âIs it your job?â She whisked opened her laptop and read aloud:Â
âBenedickâs eyes blazed with passionate fury. His nostrils quivered. âWell,â he said in a low growl, hair resplendent under the environmentally friendly fluorescent lights, âpersonally, I think if anything, there's not ENOUGH lentilsââ Beatrice gasped. It was so wrong, and yetâŚâ
Ursula winced. ââSaid in a low growlâ is wordy. I shouldâve just put âgrowledâ.â
Lee pinched the bridge of her nose. âUrsula,â she began, âjust how much of our official co-op house notes, which by the way are formally submitted each month to the Co-op Board, are written as if Benedick and Beatriceâs stupid arguments are some kind of torrid Harlequin paperback?â
âThat depends.â Ursula steepled her fingers, dropping the highlighter in the process. âHow much of my notes do you have access to?â
âAll of them,â Lee gritted out. âBecause theyâre public. Thatâs what Iâm saying.â
 âLook,â said Ursula. âI donât think I said this when I ran, but I wanted to be house secretary in the first place because a lot of the time, taking notes is the only way I can make myself concentrate. I would literally be taking notes during the meeting anyway. Itâs an ADHD thing.âÂ
Ursula sighed. âAnd pretty early on, it became clear that meetings in Messina House are basically just a Sexual Tension Thunderdome for Benedick and Beatrice. They go back and forth for pages sometimes. I can feel every electrical connection in my brain fighting to zone out. So yeah. For a while I rewrote their fights as rhymed couplets, for a very short bit of time I had Balthazar set them to sea shanties, and since last December, Iâve been transcribing very close to their actual words, with very close to their actual intentions, plus just a tiny bit of genre trimmings. If theyâre gonna waste my Saturday and test my focus, Iâm doing what I can to stay awake and keep my typing fingers limber. Iâm up to 75 WPM, by the way.â
âDecember?â Lee repeated. âUrsula, itâs October. Youâve been doing this for over a semester?â A terrible wave of realization seemed to sweep over her just then, regarding the general pacing and content of a standard Harlequin. âPlease tell me,â she whispered, âthere is no sex in the meeting notesââ
âThereâs no sex in the meeting notes,â Ursula interrupted. âPer se,â she added under her breath.
Leeâs lips were pressed together into a thin line. âOne year,â she said. âI want one year where nobody drives a motorcycle down the hallway or accidentally mixes up chlorine gas during their bathroom clean, or spends almost a full calendar year slipping smut into the public recordâ!â
âExcuse you,â said Ursula. âSmutâs a different genre altogether. This is romance. Slow-burn, enemies to lovers.â
Lee threw up her hands, nearly knocking over her laptop. âWhat are you gonna do if Benedick or Beatrice sees this?â âOh.â Ursula froze. âUh-oh.â
âYeah, uh-oh,â she said. âLook, clearly thereâs only one thing to do.â
Ursula nodded. âRight, we have to execute a series of far-fetched shenanigans designed to turn those two fighting fish into a pair of cooing lovebirds, stat.â
âNo,â said Lee. âWhat? No, you need to go back and rewrite all ofââ
Pedro slid into the room in his socks. âOh sweet, are we hooking up Benedick with Beatrice?â
âHell yeah,â said Ursula. They high-fived.
Lee closed her laptop with a snap. âUrsula, what are the odds,â she said, âthat you actually buckle down and rewrite all of the meeting notes to read like they were written in the genre of meeting notes?â
âOh, like, zero,â said Ursula, as Pedro chimed in,Â
âYeah, that will not happen.â
Lee looked despairingly back and forth between Ursula and Pedro. âWhat do you think is the likelihood that playing love gods will like, actually, genuinely work?â
âTwenty percent,â said Ursula.
Margaret glanced up from the other end of the table, where she was gluing together a collage of every restaurant on campus that had ever given her food poisoning. It was for class, was the thing.
Art school kids, man.
âWeâre tricking Benedick and Beatrice into giving themselves over to their intense chemistry?â asked Margaret.
âThirty percent,â said Ursula, because Margaret was inscrutable much of the time but surely they would have a fighting chance with more of the Humanities on their side.
At âintense chemistry,â Lee shuddered. âThat reminds me,â she said, standing and scooping up her laptop, âI need to post a sign in the basement bathroom warning people not to mix bleach with acid.â
âAre you in?â said Pedro as Lee attempted to slip out the door. âLove Gods?â
âJesus Christ,â said Lee.
âNot a love god,â Margaret announced. She had found the sequins, and was applying them with enthusiasm. âExcept in the general Peace on Earth sense, I guess.â
âIâm texting Hero,â said Ursula, digging for her phone. âShe knows Beatrice better than anyone. Sheâll have tips. That puts our potential success rate at 45%, easy.â
âIf weâve got Hero, weâve got Claudia,â Pedro added. âAnd sheâs been BFF with Benedick since freshman year.â
âThis is a terrible plan,â Lee muttered. âYeah,â said Ursula, âbut you implied it yourself. If, uh, certain parties see my meeting notes, they will murder me. Do you really want a fellow co-operâs blood on your hands?â
Just then, Benedick burst into the room, Beatrice on his heels.
âIâm sorry,â Beatrice shouted, âare you genuinely trying to argue that soybeans are the superior legume? Soybeans? Over chickpeas? Over kidney beans? Hell, over peas?â
âSoy milk,â said Benedick, counting on his fingers, âsilken tofu, miso, tempeh, firm tofuââ
Beatrice took a step closer to him, eyes flashing, âI have never in my life had tempeh that tasted like anything other than an evil Cliff Bar.â
âItâs not my fault your tastebuds were installed backwards,â said Benedick. âThis from the woman who still, in the year of some peopleâs lord 2024, thinks lattes are âtoo trendyâââ
âEspresso is a waste of coffee grounds,â said Beatrice in a low, dangerous voice.
Benedick gasped. âYou take that back.â
Beatrice took a step closer. âColdbrew has more flavor and more caffeine.â
âColdbrew,â Benedick echoed, stepping even closer. âYouâre defending that swill over a nice mocha? Get latteâs name out of your mouth.â
Benedick and Beatrice were standing almost nose to nose, breathing hard.
âYou know what?â said Lee from the door. âUrsula? Fuck it, Iâm in.â
Ursula whooped. Margaret reached for the glitter glue. Benedick and Beatrice visibly both ran through their mental rolodexes of coffee-related insults.Â
From the entryway came the distant revving of a motorcycle engine. Borachio was no doubt doing wheelies in the foyer again, but that was a problem for house presidents, not innocent house secretaries who had done no wrong, thought Ursula as she returned to her reading and her growing mental to-do list.
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Infatuation
Summary: What is it about you that has Homelander so infatuated?
(The reader is gender neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)
Why you?
That was the million dollar question that kept going through Homelander's mind. There was nothing truly special about you. You were nothing like him and his teammates. You were - he couldn't help how hard his face cringed at the reminder - human. No Compound V or Temp V. Only regular red human blood coursing through your veins with no harmful or life-changing chemicals. Just human. Sure you were good-looking. Sure you were smart, and polite, but so were many of the other dumb, cocksucking fans he had to smile for and pretend to give a fuck about. So what made you different from them?
When did this even begin?
He couldn't really pinpoint the exact date that your beauty, poise, and civility had caught his attention. He thinks maybe a month or two ago. He could distinctly remember how pissed off he was at Ashley, not because she had did anything herself, but because she was the one delivering the bad news to him, and how that was the first day, you had spoke to him.
"What," he asked, his voice low and strict, while dripping with disbelief at what Ashley had said. He tried his hardest to keep facing the large windows of the Seven's meeting room, and keep a cool composure, his arms crossed behind his back.
"Um-um," she repeated, her mouth opening and closing, almost resembling a fish. Her green eyes widened in fear at what the Supe in front of her may do.
"Ashley," he said, his irritation at her hesitance to speak was making him even more angrier by the second. "Say that again."
"Well, I-you,...uh," she gulped and tried to speak again, her words coming out easier this time. "Your points has gone down significantly, by at least 60."
Hearing it repeated made his crystal blue eyes become engulfed in ruby red and he kept his gaze towards the windows, already sick of hearing and smelling the rank fear that was emanating from Ashley, and not wanting to make the smell worse. "How the fuck are my points down that much?"
The calmness of his voice made Ashley want to hurry and leave the room, but instead she nervously gulped down some of her fear again, and spoke, "People have not truly forgiven the Stormfront situation and the civilians that you accidentally lazered in half on the last mission made it worst. Their families and friends are all in mourning and sharing their grief online."
"Oh come on," he yelled, finally turning away from the window and seating himself in his usual seat at the large table, his face frowning in irritation. "Both of those things were fucking accidents! Stormfront is dead and those people have been dead for, what, weeks now. Almost a fucking month!"
Ignoring the harshness of his raised voice, Ashley continued, "Vought thought it could really help if you made an apology video or interview to get people back in your favor-"
"Abso-fucking-lutely not," he said, his tone stern and leaving no room for argument. "It was a fucking accident and they need to get over it already." The rage inside him was rising higher and higher and he knew that more redness was coming to his eyes the more he listened to Ashley and the bullshit that she was spouting. He was sick of having to apologize for who he is and how powerful he is.
"Mr. Edgar thinks that-"
At the very mention of his name, Homelander's fist quickly connected with the surface of the table, leaving a large crack in the glass. The sound of his fist hitting it made Ashley quickly quiet and she instantly took a deep breath in, waiting for his next words.
"Get the fuck out," he told her, closing his eyes, and laying his head back against the chair.
"Yes sir," Ashley quickly replied, rushing out.
At the time, she had quickly forgotten that you were with her, and had left you alone with the most dangerous Supe of them all.
"Mr. Homelander, sir," your voice, while small, had still interrupted the quietness that had taken over the room and was beginning to calm Homelander, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked to you, his red gaze freezing you in place.
"Who the fuck are you," he asked.
"I'm (Y/N)," you replied, nervously holding your folders and documents close to your chest. "I'm Ashley's assistant."
"And...?" Every part of his body language screamed that he was ready to murder anything right now.
"I was just gonna say that I'm sorry that you're under so much pressure," you told him, your voice still meek, but a little more confident as you see that you have kept his attention. "I'm pretty sure for a person like you, it can be hard to be like others and make mistakes."
"Exactly! Fuck! Thank you!" he suddenly exclaimed, making you slightly jump, but you quickly hid it, and returned the wide smile he threw to you, happy to see the redness from his eyes finally cool down to blue again. "No one gets how hard it is to be me. No one is ever truly grateful for what I do. Right?"
You silently nodded your head, happy to see the Supe no longer angry.
"I have to pretend to like and listen to these fucking idiots and apologize to them for helping them!" He let out an incredulous laugh at the thought of apologizing to the public again.
An idea came to you when he said that, and you quickly voiced it, "Maybe you can get their favor again without having to apologize for it."
He quickly furrowed his brows at your idea and quickly gestured for you to continue.
"Plenty of celebrities make apology videos and people always know that it's fake. Maybe you should donate money to the families of the victims instead. You won't have to make some embarrassing video or do an interview."
"A donation?"
"Yeah. Fans love when famous people donate something of theirs. Money, clothes, cars. You win the favor of fans you lost, and more."
He was silent for a second, his face full of contemplation and for a second you were scared that you had gone too far, proposing an idea like this. He might see it as an insult that an assistant was giving him advice on how to get fans. You had sworn your heart was about to beat out of your chest by his silence, but a suddenly growing smile on his face quickly calmed it.
"That is perfect! No having to grovel to those idiots."
"Would you like me to get Ashley to help set everything up?"
"Yeah! Do that! Now!"
You made your way to the door and was about to leave the room, when suddenly his voice made you stop. "Hey! What's your name, again?"
"Um, it's (Y/N)," you told him.
"(Y/N)," he repeated, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. "Thanks."
You quickly left the room after that and went to get Ashley to tell her about the idea, and you didn't know it, too naive to realize it, but Homelander had already began making a plan in his head to see you again.
That was it. That was what caught Homelander's attention. Unlike other regular people, and even other Supes, you were the one who understood the pressure he was under, who understood how great he was, how better he was. Soon after that he began making an effort to talk to you. After Ashley would report things to him, he made sure to pull you aside and make conversation, and he surprisingly found it addictive to hear your voice, whether you were talking about your day, your favorite meals, current shows you were watching, he needed to hear your voice. Every now and then, he could hear the tremble in your voice as you spoke to him, fear still running through you at the fact that you were speaking to him of all people. That tremble did things to him. He disliked hearing it as he wanted you to be comfortable around him and trust him, but at the same time, he loved hearing it, reminding himself of the immense power he had over others even when he doesn't do anything.
It wasn't long before he used this power to find your address. He found himself relieved that you lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, not wanting anything to happen to his favorite person. HIS? Yes, HIS. Just the thought of you accepting his affections, a life of being with him, of coming home to finding you ready to hear about his day and please him was already making him loose his already deranged mind, but he knew that you needed time. You needed to still be fearful of him, but at the same time, realize that he would be the best partner for you. And now as he looked at your sleeping form, he listened to the soothing beat of your heart, wishing he could lay his head upon your chest and take a deep slumber with you. Wishing he could wake up next to you, and make love to you first thing in the morning. Make love to you at Vought. Make love to you when he comes home from work. Make love to you before going to sleep. But he knew he needed to wait just a little bit longer. Not too long or else, some dumb imbecile will think they have a chance with you and he'll have to take care of them. But soon you would realize you belonged with him and no one else.
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Whispers Of Regret
Notes: this is my first time attempting to write angst, I hope itâs okay. Mason is a little bit of an arse 𫣠but all ends well, I promise 𼰠Feedback is welcomed as always đ¤
You ran your hands through your hair, sighing at the way your curls already fell flat. You slipped your shoes on before tugging down at the bottom of your simple black dress, internally criticising everything you saw in the reflection that mirrored back at you. It was your trusty go-to outfit that cinched you in at all the right places and cut off high enough to show off your legs, but not even that could make you feel good about yourself tonight.
You had practically ransacked your wardrobe and your hair that you had spent so long curling had taken the brunt of your many outfit changes, having flattened due to you pulling on and off an endless amount of dresses. Three different shades of lipstick had been applied and wiped off, and when the clapse of your favourite necklace broke in your hand, you wanted nothing more than to just get into your pyjamas and head to bed.
But you couldn't. You had promised Mason you would join him for Ashleyâs birthday, one of the trainers at the club who Mason had became friendly with recently. You didnât want to let him down so with that in mind, you took a deep breath and tried your best to compose yourself.
It had been a rubbish day at uni. Hell, it had been a rubbish week. You had lost track of how many assignments you had started and were yet to complete, you seemed to have more classes than ever and before you were feeling mega stressed about it all.
And to top it off, you had came home to find your boyfriend in an even worse mood than you.
You sympathised with him, of course. The past few weeks Mason had spent more time at the training ground than he had at home in an attempt to get his fitness back up, and he was very obviously shattered. You hadn't seem him much during the whole week, so when you came home to find his car in the driveway you were looking forward to a good cuddle before you had to head out. For him to ask how your day had been. Maybe even a little kiss for the first time that week. Anything.
But when he had uttered the quietest "Hi" when you walked into your longue, making no attempt to even look up at you, you knew he was in another one of his moods.
The pair of you had got ready in silence, tension thick in the air. You tried to put on a fake smile, attempting to look on the bright side. If Mason was going to be in a foul mood at least you could spend the evening with your girls. You had become close with Ashleyâs girlfriend, Daisy, and you were looking forward to meeting some of her friends and hopefully being able to drink your crap week away.
You headed out of your en-suite and into the bedroom to find Mason led on your shared bed, tapping away on his phone, clearly engrossed with something that was far more exciting than you. He was dressed nicely in his jeans, a smart top and a big oversized shirt jacket, but his trainers on the crisp white duvet cover that you had only changed last night made you roll your eyes.
Right on queue, Mason finally pried his gaze away from his phone to catch you looking unamused at him. Even after being together for years, Masonâs compliments were always sure to give you a little boost, no matter how rubbish you felt. You had a tiny bit of hope that he might compliment you, but your heart twinged when he looked back down to his phone as it pinged.
âThink you could drop the attitude at some point this evening?â
Your heart sunk to your tummy at his words and a lump formed in your throat. Your eyes stung as you tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill, blinking them away.
âWhat?â You asked, voice small and quiet, asking him to repeat himself to make sure you had heard him right.
You hadn't been strangers to a few arguments over the years; just usual bickering between couples. But the worst Mason normally did was give you the silent treatment, short and blunt replies, taking himself to your home gym to let out some stress.
He had never spoken to you like that before.
âI said, are you going to drop the attitude? I donât appreciate it and I certainly donât think my friends are going to enjoy you scowling at them like youâve been doing to me for the past hour.â
You were in complete disbelief at the words that left his mouth, and even more so the way he seemed so unphased by it. He locked his phone and got up off the bed, heading to leave the room.
You just stood there still in shook and Mason turned around to look back at you.
âWell? Are you just going to stand there or are you coming?â He checked his watch, mumbling under his breath. âYouâve already made me late, as usual.â
You wanted to give him attitude back. You wanted to tell him where to shove it. But you didnât have the energy to argue any more, so instead you just followed him over to the door as you headed out of your house without saying another word to each other.
-
You hadnât seen Mason since the moment you arrived at the club. He had wandered off as soon as he saw some of the boys, and luckily the girls had came over to you, not even having a chance to pick up on the tension between the two of you before a drink was in your hand.
The earlier events stayed in the back of your head, but you actually managed to let your hair down a little, enjoying yourself as you got to know Daisy's girlfriends before gladly joining them all on the dancefloor and momentarily forgetting about your troubles.
"Do you want another drink, y/n?" Daisy asked and you looked down to your glass that you hadn't even noticed was empty.
"That's okay, I'll get these!" You shouted over the music, taking the pair of your empty glasses to the bar before ordering another round of drinks.
The barman took your order and was fixing your drinks up when out the corner of your eye you saw Mason strolling up to the bar. You turned your body to the side slightly, as if that may prevent him from realising it was you.
No luck, you jumped back around when Mason clanged his empty bottle down onto the bar.
âAre you going to ignore me all evening?â
You finally faced Mason, but he was just looking straight ahead, not interested in paying you too much attention.
âI could say the same to you.â You replied, making Mason scoff.
âYou couldnât wait to get away from me as soon as you got here.â
âCould you blame me?!â You huffed. âYou didnât even tell me I looked nice tonight."
You practically heard him roll his eyes and he shook his head. âI tell you how beautiful you look all the time, y/n.â
âIâve been lucky if Iâve got a hello off you this week, Mason!â You exclaimed over the booming of the music, completely snapping now. âI know things are tough for you at the moment but Iâve not exactly had the best week either.â You tried to level with him, but he just shook his head.
âItâs not quite the same though, is it?â He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, not meaning for them to come out how they did.
âOf course. My menial life and my pathetic problems are far too normal to ever compare to yours, right?â You asked sarcastically.
âY/n, you know thatâs not what I meant and if youâre going to twist my words-â
âIâm not twisting anything!â
âLook, forget it. Just go back to scowling me from across the dance floor and ranting to the girls about what a horrible boyfriend I am."
You stood there totally gobsmacked as Mason walked away, not even bothering to wait for his drink.
-
The girls had gone for a rest from dancing and had gathered together in a booth. You tried your best to slip yourself in without causing a fuss, but Daisy noticed there was something wrong straight away.
"Hun, are you alright?" She said hushed, not wanting to draw attention to you.
You gave her a smile but she could tell from how it didn't quite meet your eyes that something was up.
"Where's our drinks?" She questioned, not really concerned about the whereabouts of her drink but rather what had happened to clearly upset you.
You were no longer in the mood to party or even let off any steam. You were exhausted from your shit week and arguing with your boyfriend, so much so you just wanted to go home, curl up in bed and be on your own.
âIâm actually not feeling too good - I think Iâm just a little run down from uni.â You tried to cover up the best you could when you noticed the other girls all listening in.
âYeah, you sound a bit sniffly, babe.â Eva, one of Daisy's friends replied and you gave her a sympathetic smile, pleased to have played it off.
âI think Iâm just going to head home.â
âYou canât go on your own at this time. Iâll come with you.â Daisy interrupted.
You shook your head. âNo, I donât want to ruin your evening.â You smiled, trying to make the girls not feel bad. âIâll be safe, Iâll call Masonâs driver to come pick me up.â
After double and triple checking you were sure youâd be okay on your own, the girls waited till you had got in the car that they recognised before they headed back into the club, and you headed on your way home.
-
You sighed to yourself as you entered your house, your heels clipping against the wooden floor as you turned the heating on, cursing yourself for not having left it on before you went out.
You took your time getting unready, using your expensive cleansers and creams that you saved for best to try and give yourself a bit of a pamper to make yourself feel better.
After stripping off your dress, you changed into some pyjama bottoms before you begrudgingly slipped on one of Masonâs hoodies, opting for warmth.
Feeling marginally better, you hummed to yourself as you headed back downstairs, deciding to fill your hot water bottle up to have with you in bed to help you stay warm. You doubted Mason would be back anytime soon, anyway.
Once the kettle was boiled, you unscrewed the cap and begun to pour the hot water in. What you werenât expecting was for the front door to slam, creating an almighty thud and causing you to jump, the hot water spilling straight from the kettle and onto the skin of your hand.
You yelped, dropping the kettle as the sting became more and more intense.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â You yelped, knocking the cold tap on and quickly sticking your hand under it.
As the burning sensation took over, you couldnât hold yourself together anymore, bursting into tears as you struggled to hold yourself up at the sink, the burn causing jolts of pain to shoot up your hand.
Unbeknownst to you, Mason had came storming through the hallway, checking in the living room where there was no sign of you. He heard the water running so he headed into the kitchen, his brows furrowing at the noise he could hear till he could make out it was you crying.
He rushed to find you, practically running into the kitchen where he saw you stood there, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed your heart out, the cold tap still pouring water as it cascaded all down your hand which was now red.
âBaby, shit, whatâs happened?â Mason rushed over, stopping infront of you to try and release what had happened before he touched you.
âB-burnt my h-hand.â You managed to mumble out between sobs, finally letting yourself go as you full on sobbed, feeling majorly sorry for yourself.
Masonâs gaze turned to your hand, guiltily swallowing as he spotted your blistering skin. His tummy flipped as he spotted the fluffy hot water bottle that he had bought you at Christmas on the worktop.
âOh, y/n. Oh, baby.â He cooed. âAre you unwell?â
You shook your head. âI was just c-cold and I assumed you wouldnât be coming home anytime soon.â
Mason felt physically sick at the thought of you being upset and in your big king sized bed all by yourself, just your hot water bottle to keep you warm. The fact you were wrapped up in his hoodie only made him feel worse.
You pulled your hand away from the water, wincing in pain as you attempted to wriggle your fingers.
âHey, you need to keep it under here for a bit longer.â Masonâs voice was low and stern, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist and slowly guiding yours back under the tap. You groaned in pain as the freezing water hit your skin once more, sobbing as you reluctantly kept it there. Masonâs thumb gently stroked over your wrist as he held your hand in place. Once he was convinced you werenât going to move your hand he let go, his brown eyes now soft as they took in how much of a mess you were. His demeanour was a stark difference to how it had been earlier, his shoulders relaxed, his eyebrows knitted together slightly and his bottom lip sticking out slightly at seeing his baby in pain.
âIâm so sorry, y/n.â
You sniffled, attempting to stop crying. âItâs not your fault Iâm clumsy.â Technically it was his fault for slamming the door, but he wasnât to know and you couldnât bear to bicker with him anymore.
âWas it from me slamming the door?â Mason asked, guilt settling in. âDid I scare you?â
âNo.â You lied, finally facing Mason and the look on his face told you he knew you were lying. âIt just scared me a bit, okay? Made me jump.â
âOh, darling.â Mason ran his hand through his hair. âIâm so sorry, Iâve been such a dickâŚâ
âItâs fine, Mase.â You replied, not having the energy to fight any more.
âItâs not fine, itâs not fine at all, y/n. I shouldnât have taken it out on you, I shouldnât have spoke to you how I did. Itâs not fair and Iâm so, so sorry, baby.â
You offered him a small smile, briefly taking your hand away from the water to try and straighten it out from how stiff it had got in the cold, before putting it back under when Mason gave you a stern look.
âI havenât exactly been in a good mood either.â You offered to try to in attempt to make him feel a little better but he just shook his head.
âThat doesnât matter. Youâre my princess and I should be treating you like it.â His honey eyes started welling up with water as he thought about how he had spoken to you earlier. âI'm so fucking sorry, baby. I've been the worst boyfriend in the world recently and Iâll make it up to you, angel. I promise.â
âIâll hold you to that.â You tried to joke, relieving some of the tension.
Once Mason was satisfied that you had left the burn under the water for long enough (and you could no longer feel your fingers from how cold the water was), he helped you carefully dab your hand dry before scooping you up in his arms, making you squeal in surprise.
"Mason!â You giggled as he carefully moved your arms to look around his neck, forcing you to look up at him. His face was full of worry still and you could tell how awful he felt. "What're you doing?"
"I told you, treating you like a princess." He begun to head up to your bedroom, effortlessly carrying you in his arms. "And I don't think princesses should have to walk, should they?"
You couldn't help by grin as Mason carried you to your bed, carefully placing you down onto your kingsize bed and pulling back the covers.
You settled yourself down into bed, attempting to get comfy. "Do princesses deserve food bought to them in bed?"
You felt relieved when you finally saw Mason not looking so tense anymore, allowing himself to chuckle. "You really are going to milk this for all it's worth aren't you?"
"Uh hmm." You smirked. "I think I would like⌠a cheeseburger."
Mason raised his eyebrows as if to ask if you were serious, but when you begun to pout, he soon got his phone out.
"Cheeseburger will be on its way soon." He said and you giggled contently watching him tap away on his phone, trying to find somewhere to deliver to you at such a late hour.
True to his word, it wasnât long before Mason was coming back up the stairs with a brown bag full of greasy food.
The pair of you ate and Mason wouldn't stop apologising no matter how many times you told him to stop.
When he noticed you yawning, he pulled the duvet back and you repositioned yourselves to get comfy. Mason had slipped his clothes off so he was left in just his boxers, and when he patted his bare chest you couldn't resist as you tucked your body into his side and snuggled up into him.
"I'm glad you came home, you're much warmer than my hot water bottle." You cuddled even closer to him, your nose grazing up against his chest hair.
Mason's heart broke at the thought of you thinking he wouldn't come home to you. No matter how bad an argument you had, he would never let you go to bed without making up, and he was upset you thought otherwise.
You hear him sniffle and he moved one of his arms from holding your body, and you were completely taken aback when you saw him quickly wiping away a tear.
"Mase what's wrong?" You attempted to sit up but Mason just shook his head and returned his arms to their position, holding you even tighter to him.
"I know I keep saying it but I really am so fucking sorry, y/n." His voice was torn as he whispered out yet another apology.
"I know, Mase. I know." You replied. "I'm sorry too, but we're okay now, yeah?" You tried to comfort him but you could tell he was still beating himself up about it all.
"You actually thought I wasn't going to come home?" He asked, his voice quiet and full of vulnerability.
"Well... yeah." You mumbled out, unsure if it was the right thing to say. "I thought you might've stayed at Ashley's or something."
"God I really have behaved like an asshole." Mason cursed to himself, so you held his face in your hands, his big glossy eyes looking into yours.
"Listen to me, Mase. I know you didn't mean it, couples argue babe, we're fine now." You offered him a smile, attempting to comfort him.
"I never want to lose you, y/n." Mason said, emotion thick in his voice.
"And you won't." You told him sincerely. "Let's just agree to talk more, okay? No more giving each other silent treatment and making snide comments, not talking about our emotions. Just being more open and honest, okay?" You raised your pinky and he managed to smile as he looped his with yours.
"Promise."
"Anyway, Iâm wuite looking forward to breakfast in bed in the morning." You tried to break the tension with your cheeky comment.
"Who's bringing you that then, darling?" Mason asked pretending to have no clue.
"My wonderful boyfriend who was persistent he was going to make up being a dickhead to me." You replied, trying to make light of the situation.
"Anything for you, my princess."
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GOOD LUCK, BABE!
âđâË content warning: angst, internalized homophobia, readerâs in denial, breakup, arguing, implied religious trauma, sexual references -> âđâË word count: 1k
âđâË summary: You didnât mean to fall in love with Abby Anderson. And too afraid to be, too scared to come face to face with your lesbianism, you push her away for good.
â ᥣđŠŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛â âš LYN SPEAKS: obviously, this is based on good luck, babe! by chappell roan. just a little drabble, but itâs actually a little intense sooo um. fair warning :3
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Two girls, in love. One girl, acceptance. One girl, denial.
Abby Anderson knew what she wanted. You knew what you didnât.
Falling for a woman was scary. Every part of it made you want to crawl out of your skin. And you had had this argument with Abby, over and over and over again. But today, today, would be the last time.
You didnât look at anybody the way you looked at Abby. At first, you dismissed the butterflies wreaking havoc in your abdomen as meaningless the first time you met her. Harmless, even. You were just nervous to meet somebody new. Thatâs all it was.
Then you began to miss her when she wasnât around. You began to dream of her. Think of her when she wasn't in your presence. Think about hugging her, kissing her.
Sex.
It made you feel inhuman. What was wrong with you? This wasnât Godâs way. This wasnât societyâs. As per the norm, you would fall for a man, marry him, bear his children, and grow old with him. Thatâs how it should be.
And you were scared to break away from that.
But the first time Abby kissed you, you forgot it all. God, society. You just wanted her. Irrevocably, so badly, it consumed you.
Kisses turned to dates. Dates turned to late nights, late nights of talking. Talking turned to sex. Add it all and you hadâ
Love, no, no, no this wasnât love. It couldnât be. What would your friends think? What would your family?
You couldnât fall in love with Abby. You refused.
âWell, I canât do this anymore!â you were screaming for what was perhaps the third time in only the last few weeks, maybe even less. The same argument, over and over and over again. âI donât want to be a- A freak!â
Abby was tired. So fucking tired of it. Sick of hearing the same old song on repeat, on a never ending loop. Abby loved you, she fucking loved you. And she was tired of watching the woman she loved fall to pieces because she was in denial.
Because she was afraid.
How many times would you do this dance? How many times would you deny your innermost desires?
How much longer would you pretend you werenât a lesbian?
âWhy do you do this?â she asked you. âYou canât keep denying it, babe. You know you like girls. You have for a long time. Why are you so scared?â Abby said, crossing her arms over her chest. Internalized homophobia was a soldier, a guard, blocking your way to happiness. Abby had learned that the hard way. And she couldnât bear to watch it kill you the way it nearly did her.
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest to mirror her, looking away. You ignore her ask, too preoccupied with the feelings swirling around your chest to give her an actual answer. âI donât like girls. I donât like you. I canât.â
âAnd donât call me that.â
Abby just huffed, audibly sighing, trying her best to keep her own feelings in check. It wasnât working very well. âWhy? Seriously. Give me one good reason as to why you canât love me. I want to hear it.â
Your eyebrows furrow. âBecause youâre a woman, and Iâm a woman. Itâs as simple as that. It isnât right,â you say. But it doesnât even sound like you believe your own words. So you go on. And what you say is downright poisonous.
âIt isnât normal. Iâm not in love. Iâm broken.â
Abbyâs face falls as she takes a step closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Did you really think so lowly? She wondered who had hurt you like this, who had put this wretched idea in your head that loving who you wanted to love was abnormal. A woman loving a woman wasnât repulsive. How could she make you see that?
âListen to me,â she said firmly. âYou are not broken. There is nothing wrong with two women being in love. Do you hear me? Nothing, I promise you that. Youâre just scared. I was too. Scared of what people might say, what they might think of you. But itâs not wrong. Itâs not unnatural. And battling your feelings like this is only going to drive you crazy.â
Her words cut deep, you canât even deny it. Tears rise to your eyes, and a memory prances to the front of your brain. The first time Abby kissed you. How it seemed to have healed you in a matter of seconds. How at peace, how at home, you were. And for a second, just for a second, you consider pulling her in for a kiss, to savor the taste of her lips like that again.
But you donât. You stand your ground. Because loving a woman wasnât in the cards for you.
It couldnât be.
âNo, youâre crazy. I canât love you. I told you that,â you say, pushing Abby away from you, a hard shove to the chest. To the heart.
âNow leave.â
Abbyâs eyes widen, and tears rise to her own eyes. God, she just wanted you to love her the way she loved you. Freely, shamelessly. But she knew that it wasnât that easy when internalized homophobia was so deeply rooted, so, so deeply.
Fine. She would leave, go, just like you wanted. Fine. But if she had to go, Abby wanted to make sure knew. Knew what was in the cards for you. What your future would look like. Who you would be, all because you were afraid.
âTen years,â she says, and you look at her in confusion before she goes on. âIn ten years, youâll have a husband. Youâll think marrying him will fix you. That itâll bury the fact that youâre a lesbian. You'll try to love him. Youâll gaslight your way into marriage. But your love for him will be forced. Kissing wonât feel good. Sex will make you nauseous.â
Sheâs face to face with you now.
âAnd one day, when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, all those years later, youâll finally figure it out. All you are is his wife. And youâll cry, youâll cry so hard, your head in your hands. And then, youâll remember me. And when you call me again? It could be five years. Two. A decade. Your whole life. Iâll recognize you. And Iâll say the four words you deserve to hear.â
A beat.
âI told you so.â
Your eyes are wide, and your jaw would be on the floor if you could move it.
Youâre angry. Abby knows you are. And sheâs okay with it.
Because she knows sheâs right.
âGet out.â
Abby pulled back, for the last time. She walked from you to the door, prying it open and leaving it ajar, not walking out just yet. She turned back to you, giving you one last glance, the last time she would lay eyes on you for a long, long time.
And utters three words that will be engraved into your brain for even longer.
âGood luck, babe!â
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Pairing: Boyfriend!Heeseung Ă girlfriend!fem!reader
Synopsis: Another heated argument with you and your boyfriend Heeseung, making it your last straw. You thought it was the end for a while after leaving, until one day..
Genre/warnings: angst to fluff, toxic relationship, a lot of back and forth, idk ok.. | wc: 2k
đđđ§âđ¨ đŁđ¤đŠđ: This has been in my drafts for a while so I had to let it out. Iâve been writing SOOO MUCH HEESEUNG FICS ITS CRAZY omg. I promise diff are coming Iâm js so brain dead on what to write and I donât get requests..đ Jake ff coming out Friday nov15 for his birthday tho!! anyway go enjoy :>
The argument started innocently enough. You were waiting for Heeseung at a party youâd been planning to attend together, but he never showed. You called, texted, and waited for hours, but he never responded. When you finally got home and found him there, acting as if nothing had happened, something inside you snapped.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you demanded, slamming the door behind you. âI waited for you all night, Hee! Do you know how embarrassing it was, standing there by myself while everyone kept asking where you were?â
He looked up from his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. âI told you I wasnât sure if I could make it.â
âYou told me you wanted to be there,â you shot back, anger rising in your chest. âBut you didnât even call, Heeseung! You just left me there, like I didnât matter at all.â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. âWhy are you making this such a big deal? It was just one night.â
âBecause this isnât the first time!â Your voice shook as you threw your bag onto the couch, barely able to contain your frustration. âYou keep doing thisâpromising me youâll show up, then bailing like itâs nothing. Do you even care about this relationship anymore?â
âHere we go again,â he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. âYouâre always turning everything into a personal attack.â
You clenched your fists, trying to hold back tears of frustration. âMaybe if you actually made an effort, I wouldnât feel like I have to âattackâ you. Iâm so tired of being the only one fighting to keep us together.â
Heeseung scoffed, throwing his phone down on the table. âOh, please. Donât act like youâre some saint here. Youâre always complaining, always finding something wrong with what I do or donât do. Itâs exhausting.â
âExhausting?â The word stung, and you felt a pang of anger so sharp it made you shake. âSo youâre saying Iâm exhausting?â
âYeah, maybe you are,â he snapped, meeting your gaze with a hard look youâd never seen from him before. âMaybe this whole thing is just⌠too much. Youâre always so needy, always wanting more. Maybe I canât give you what you want.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, the words hitting harder than he knew. âNeedy?â you repeated, voice trembling. âI donât think itâs needy to want the person I love to actually show up for me. But maybe youâre rightâmaybe Iâm asking too much from someone who clearly doesnât care.â
âOh, donât twist this around like I donât care,â he shot back. âI have my own life, my own problems. Everything doesnât revolve around you.â
âThatâs not fair, and you know it,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âYouâre the one whoâs been pulling away, Heeseung. Youâre the one whoâs been acting like Iâm some burden you have to carry. Iâm just asking you to meet me halfway, but you canât even do that, can you?â
Heeseungâs expression hardened, and for a moment, you saw something cold flicker in his eyes. âMaybe I donât want to meet you halfway,â he said, each word cutting deeper than the last. âMaybe Iâm tired of pretending like this is something itâs not.â
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart sinking as his words settled over you. âSo⌠what, then? Youâre tired of me?â
âMaybe I am,â he said, his tone bitter. âMaybe Iâm tired of constantly being made to feel like Iâm not enough, like no matter what I do, itâs never good enough for you.â
You felt your chest tighten, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your efforts to hold it back. âI just wanted you to try, Heeseung. To actually care enough to make an effort.â
âAnd I just wanted you to stop making me feel like a failure,â he shot back, his voice raising. âDo you have any idea what itâs like to constantly feel like youâre not measuring up? You keep pushing and pushing, and itâs like nothing I do will ever be enough for you.â
âThen why didnât you say that?â you yelled, feeling your anger and heartbreak twisting together into something raw and painful. âWhy did you let me keep believing that you wanted this, that you wanted us?â
âBecause I thought I did,â he said, voice cracking as he looked away. âBut lately⌠I donât know. Maybe weâve both just been holding on to something that isnât there anymore.â
His words shattered something deep inside you, a pain so intense it felt almost physical. You took a shaky breath, struggling to find the right words. âSo thatâs it?â you whispered. âYouâre just⌠giving up?â
Heeseungâs gaze softened, but he didnât move toward you. âIâm just⌠tired of hurting you,â he said quietly. âAnd tired of feeling like Iâm the problem. I canât keep doing this.â
You looked away, unable to bear the sight of him standing there, so calm, as if he hadnât just destroyed everything youâd built together. âFine,â you whispered, barely able to get the words out. âIf thatâs how you feel⌠then maybe we shouldnât keep doing this.â
For a moment, you thought he might say something, that he might reach out, try to fix the damage that had been done. But he didnât move, didnât say a word, just watched as you picked up your things and turned toward the door.
âGoodbye, Heeseung,â you said, your voice barely audible as you walked away, each step feeling heavier than the last.
As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you had been holding on to a version of him that no longer existed, a love that had withered in the space between unmet expectations and unspoken resentments. And the realization hurt more than anything he could have said, because now you knew that sometimes love simply isnât enough.
Weeks had passed since that night, but the pain still sat heavy in your chest, a constant reminder of the words you both threw like daggers. You had told yourself it would get easierâthat eventually, youâd stop replaying the fight over and over, picking apart every sentence, wondering if you could have said or done something differently.
But every time you closed your eyes, you could still see him standing there, looking at you with that mixture of anger and something elseâsomething you couldnât name.
Tonight, you found yourself sitting in a quiet cafĂŠ, stirring a mug of coffee you hadnât touched. Youâd come here hoping the change of scenery would help, but all it did was bring memories crashing back, drowning you in thoughts you had been trying so hard to escape. And then, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor, the doorbell chimed, and there he was.
Heeseung.
He hadnât seen you yet, and you almost turned away, almost gathered your things to leave before he noticed. But some part of youâmaybe it was the part that hadnât stopped missing him, the part that still ached for him despite everythingâstayed rooted in place.
As if sensing your presence, Heeseung looked up, his eyes widening slightly when they met yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, both frozen in the shared silence. Finally, he took a breath and walked over, his steps hesitant, as if he, too, was unsure of how this would go.
âHey,â he said, his voice softer than you remembered, almost as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile.
âHi,â you replied, your own voice barely above a whisper.
He sat down across from you, and for a moment, the two of you just sat in silence, both unsure of where to start. The tension was thick, memories of the fight still hanging heavily between you.
âI⌠I didnât expect to see you here,â he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
âI didnât expect to see you, either,â you replied, your tone guarded.
Heeseung looked down at the table, then back up at you, his eyes searching yours. âIâve been thinking about⌠that night. About the things we both said.â
A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, nodding slightly. âMe too,â you admitted, voice trembling.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he said, his gaze never leaving yours. âI know thatâs probably hard to believe after everything, but⌠I never wanted things to end up like that.â
âThen why did you let it get to that point?â you whispered, the hurt and confusion youâd been carrying pouring out before you could stop it. âWhy didnât you just talk to me, Heeseung? Why did you make me feel like I was the problem?â
He sighed, looking down at his hands. âBecause⌠because I didnât know how to tell you that I was struggling. I thought I was supposed to handle everything on my own, and I didnât want to burden you with my issues. But in trying to protect you, I pushed you away, and thatâs on me.â
His admission cracked something open inside you, and you felt a surge of conflicting emotionsârelief, sadness, anger. âI wouldâve been there for you, Heeseung. All I wanted was to be there for you.â
âI know,â he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âI realize that now. I just⌠I guess I was scared. Scared of being vulnerable. Scared of letting you see the parts of me that Iâve always tried to hide.â
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you didnât bother to wipe it away. âYou didnât have to be perfect for me, Heeseung. I never wanted that. I just wanted you.â
He reached out hesitantly, his hand hovering over yours, and for a moment, you thought he might pull back. But then, slowly, he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, warm and familiar.
âI donât know if I can fix what I broke,â he said quietly, his eyes full of regret. âBut⌠if thereâs still a part of you that wants to try, Iâd do anything to make it right.â
You looked down at his hand, the memories of all the times youâd held each other, all the promises youâd once shared. Part of you wanted to say yes, to let yourself fall back into the warmth of him, to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.
But another part of you remembered the painâthe nights spent wondering if you were enough, the feeling of constantly fighting to hold onto someone who kept slipping away.
âI donât know if I can trust you again, Heeseung,â you said, voice breaking. âYou hurt me so much. I donât know if I can go through that again.â
His grip on your hand tightened slightly, desperation flashing in his eyes. âI know I messed up, and I know it might take a long time to earn back your trust. But if thereâs even the smallest part of you that thinks we could make this work⌠I promise Iâll do whatever it takes.â
Silence settled between you, thick with emotion, as you weighed his words. You knew that forgiveness wouldnât come easily, that the scars from that night would always be there, etched into your heart. But looking at him now, at the vulnerability in his eyes, you saw a glimpse of the Heeseung youâd fallen in love withâthe one who had once made you feel like you were his whole world.
Taking a shaky breath, you met his gaze. âIf we do this⌠it canât be like before. We both have to be honest with each other, even when itâs hard. No more hiding, no more pretending.â
He nodded, a look of relief washing over his face. âI promise,â he said, his voice full of conviction. âNo more hiding.â
Slowly, cautiously, you let yourself smile, a small glimmer of hope flickering in your chest. It would be a long road, full of challenges and doubts, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other.
And this time, youâd fight for each otherâtogether.
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Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like âIM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKINâ idk man Iâm kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you donât have to do this if you donât wanna
THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox đ
đĽCw: fluff, crack, silly vox
when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed
your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes
vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said
once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room
he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more
"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder
after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much
once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you
the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him
its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time
you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh
after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently
vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought
there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can
whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!
he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree
vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again
"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*
overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love âĽď¸
vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.
"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"
you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."
i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!
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