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Any top 5 favorite ships?
Hi hello!!
I donât know if you mean just cats, so Iâm going to just go through the ones that are most relevant to me atm, across media :)))
Iâll start with cats bc itâs easiest
1. Plato and Victoria
EEEEEEEE MY BABYGIRLS FOREVERRRRRR
I love them so so so much theyâre both the prettiest in the entire world <333333ďżź
I just adore them a lot
2. Tugger and Misto
I know itâs basic but likeâŚ.look at themâŚ..my special guysâŚ..I adore watching them in the background of things, Iâve watched so many productions at this point, but one of my favorite iterations of their dynamics has to be the Paris 1990 production. They both seem really equal in that version in a way that I donât really see too often. They invented being silly and goofy and I love them very much.
3. Deductive Logico and Inspector Irratino
My favorite detectives ever. Theyâre SO cute
4. Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood
A must. Guys please listen to the Magnus archives itâs SO good.
5. Ana Limon and Mabel Martin
GUYS PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MABEL PODCAST THEYRE BEAUTIFUL AND I ADORE THEM
#maybe not the answers youâre looking for but uhhhhh I digress#Iâm a podcast girlie I confess#was for two whole years before Cats kicked me in the face#they are spectacular#Ana Limon and Victoria you would be the best of friends <3333333#i should do more fanart#I can in fact do whatever I want forever this is true#and my ribs and chest really hurt sooooo I deserve it#I cannot tell if itâs anxiety or something actually physical#ANYHOW thank you for the ask!!#I love talking about things :))))#ask me about anything#but especially cats lol#asks!!!!!!!
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Hi for the request could you do one of Toji presenting Y/N to Megumi as a kid? And being nervous because it's the first time he's presenting a girl to him years after his wife passed away, but then he sees them having a cute interaction? Thank you!!!
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Warnings: Pure Fluff
*It just came to me randomly idk OSJFOSJ
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Should Toji be this worried? Itâs the first time he brings a woman over to meet his son after his wifeâs death, and heâs scared how the two of you will get along. Toji has come to the realization that he loves you, and he wants something more serious with you. And while Toji does love you, if his six-year-old has a bad opinion of you, heâll end things.
Tojiâs whole world is Megumi, and he wonât hesitate to do anything for him which is why Toji is sweating. Itâs cool out yet droplets of sweat drip down his forehead as he waits for your arrival. Megumi is sitting beside him, kicking his feet into the air as his little eyes focus on the television. Toji loses his mind, while Megumi doesnât give a care in the world.
Thereâs a knock on the door, and Toji stands up, proceeding to wipe his sweaty hands on his pants. Megumi finally tears his attention away from his show and asks, âIs it her?â
âYeahâŚâ Toji sounds nervous, something Megumi doesnât pick up on. Megumi stands up as well, walking beside Toji to open the door. Toji broke it down to Megumi the previous night, and Megumi looked more than okay with the news. Toji fears that Megumiâs changed his mind though.
Toji opens the door to find you holding a bouquet of flowers. Thereâs a big smile on your face as you see him, leaning in for a kiss. Toji is reluctant but he kisses you back before clearing his throat and asking, âAre the flowers for me?â
âTheyâre forâŚâ You begin, but a certain movement catches your eye. Your eyes move down to find the person youâve come here to meet, hiding behind his father and tugging Tojiâs pants. Youâre grinning when you say his name, âMegumi!â
âHiâŚâ Megumi is suddenly shy. He was excited to meet you but then his father suddenly opened the door. You crouch down and extend the bouquet of yellow roses to him.Â
âTake them, Megumi.â Toji nods his head, and Megumi is hesitant before taking them. Him and the roses are nearly one size, which is a hilarious sight to see. Toji is about to take them from him, put them in a vase and then put them in his bedroom; itâs easier than having Megumi take them around, but Megumi refuses to let them go.
âYour daddy told me that you liked roses, and I didnât want to come empty handed.â You explain, standing up. Toji welcomes you in, and you walk behind him to the living room.Â
Youâre not sure where to sit, though youâve been in Tojiâs apartment many times before. The environment is different with his little one here. Megumi puts his flowers down on the coffee table before running away to his bedroom, which makes Toji roll his eyes.
âI donât know why heâs suddenly so shy.â Toji confesses, keeping his voice low so Megumi doesnât hear him. You chuckle, watching as Toji takes his usual seat and pats the spot next to him. You sit down next to him, and rest your head on his shoulder.
âI know youâre nervous but I get along with kids.â You tell him, and Toji wonders if youâve read his mind⌠Or is it simply that obvious? You lift your head from Tojiâs shoulders when you hear the little footsteps coming your way.
âYou can have him.â Megumi extends his arms, revealing a chubby catâ Not a plush, but an actual animal. âHeâs really soft and friendly.â
Tojiâs eyes widen, and he realizes that the neighborâs adorable little cat, Muttons, wasnât just missing. Megumi stole him. Little Megumi who fawns over adorable little Muttons, claiming he wants his own cat each and every time. Toji never fulfills the wish so Megumi took matters into his own hands.
Yet, Megumi is giving you the cat. He likes you. He likes you enough to give you the cat that he stole. You swear your heart melts as you take the cat from Megumi and you stick out your bottom lip as you look at Toji. Youâre about to cry, how does someone like Toji have a literal angel as a son?
You two are surely going to get along. Toji realizes he was worried for nothing, but now he has another matter to worry about.
âMegumi, what have you been feeding the cat?â
#toji x y/n#toji zenin#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro#daddy toji#fushiguro toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#toji x reader#toji x you#dilf toji#toji fushiguro x you#toji fluff#toji imagine#toji jjk#toji jujutsu kaisen
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lock and key | h. sakura
⎠tags ; afab + gender neutral reader, dom!reader, sub!sakura, ejaculation management, so much dirty talk, praise kink, cumming untouched, nipple play / teasing, established relationships, aged-up characters, 18+
⎠wc ; 3.6k (??)
⎠a/n ; my melatonin is begging me to sleep and im too busy thinking about this guys dick. fuck man whatever.
On the rooftop of Furin, among flower-beds and tomato plants - Sakura asks you to be his with a less than confident pout and a single rose. Â
It is stupidly corny and so sincere it borders on funny. Youâre a little surprised by it given the nature of your relationship. Youâve been friends since he came into town three years ago - dancing around unrequited feelings for about two years, and recently landed on mutual feelings after someone gave Sakura spiked punch at one of Umemiyaâs gatherings. Â
He is characteristically clumsy in asking you. He spends the first half of your conversation getting pissed about nothing before you ask him what he wants, all smiles, and he loses his cool all over again. You fall in love with him a little more when he has to avert his eyes to get the words out. He has so many nervous tics. A hand on the back of his neck, chewing the inside of his lip. Â
The most noticeable part of his confession is just how red he is the entire time. His shirt is a little loose, and when he ducks his head down - you can see perfectly along the curve of back and heâs blushing. Itâs so cute, so stupidly endearing - you completely lose track of whatâs happening around you. Â
You manage to accept the confession. Sakura gains the courage to kiss you but heâs shaking the whole time, and itâs so cute to see how much he fumbles despite having known you for years. Â
Itâs a good memory, and it leaves a strong impression - and itâs no doubt the start of your desire to warp your boyfriends body to your desires so strongly. Â
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Sakura blushes easily. Â
Too easily.Â
For as long as youâve been friends, heâs never been able to kick the habit. Youâd almost think he was allergic to sincerity given how much he reacts to even the faintest presence of it. It doesnât matter where that sincerity is directedâthough itâs much worse when itâs for himâitâs just something heâs conscious of generally. Itâs to the point where itâs a running joke amongst the friend group, though never to his face. Â
He suffers enough with so little teasing, no one really has the heart to go further. And even without being teased, Sakura is super reactive. Like a cat hissing or electricity bubbling through water - pure danger at the lightest brush or sensation. Be it romance, or friendship, or the vaugest compliment. Sakura will blush and squirm for any reason at all, really.Â
In a way, you think thatâd take away from the novelty of it but it hasnât. Every time Sakura breaks out into a faint blush, you feel your heart squeeze tight in your chest. Â
Itâs hard not to bully Sakura when he makes it so unbelievably easy. And looks so cute when you do it. Â
You do your best to curb your desires at first because Sakura tries hard to look cool in front of you. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he seemed especially determined to be more boyfriend-like towards you. Youâre sure thatâs tangentially related to how you two started as friends and how terribly self-aware he is of it all the time. You already know each other well, but the step-up from friend to partner is just a little bit too steep for him to climb easily. This manifests in the most try-hard version of Sakura youâve ever known in your life, and itâs very sweet. Â
It is, really. Â
Too sweet. Too cute. It does nothing but pour gasoline on the sexual desire and mild fetish youâve developed for your boyfriends easily embarrassed personality. It worsens it so much itâs a little shocking to you. Â
Maybe youâve always had that kind of inclination, but Sakura takes what was once just a passing thought and blooms into full blown sexual fantasy with no effort at all. Â
You plan on keeping it to yourself at first, because youâre pretty sure youâd scare him off if you brought it up too soon.Â
The first time you make out with Sakura though, after you start dating - he cums in his pants after a little kissing and grinding. Not that abnormal for a virgin you think. What is, however, abnormal - is what actually ends up pushing him over the edge and making him cum so quickly: praise.Â
It was like feeling time slow down. Youâd whispered in his ear that he felt good - that he was kissing you in a way that felt good. On the next breath, he bucked his hips up against the seam of his pants and made a mess in his jeans. Whimpered in your ear like a whining cat in heat, with no self-awareness until after the fact. His cum was warm against your clothed crotch as he rode his high - breathless and stupid. Not a thought behind his eyes for a few seconds until he could collect himself enough to be ashamed. Â
Sakura having a praise kink is so obvious when you think about it, itâs a little laughable. But to know the extent of it made your desires towards him all that much stronger. Â
It gave you the confidence to proceed in trying to change his body and make it a little more sensitive. Not being able to stop think about it made you want to push the boundaries, which is why you end up asking Sakura to let you take the reigns. Â
Of course he doesnât want to agree at first. Itâs a hit to his pride youâre sure. Â
But with a little more coaxing, he agrees to let you do as you please and hear you out on whatever weird thing you seem so interested in doing. Heâs weak to your pouting, even weaker to pleasure - so fine, if you want to do something weird to him, heâll let you. Â
Permission was all you needed. Â
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You start slowly. Â
The first time you see Sakura again after agreeing on letting you lead, he can barely stand to be in the same room as you. He decides to let you come over to his apartment instead of going over to yours. You spend the whole day together having an at-home date that ends up being more cooking and watching movies on a laptop together than anything else. Â
Night falls when Sakura eventually signals his desire for intimacy after he spent the day escaping his nerves. He doesnât say it as much as he shows it. After you come out from the shower, he stares at you so intensely itâs hard not to get the. Â
You get down on your knees to kiss him before you pull away, a hand on his cheek and pure adoration seeing the state of his face. Cherry red blush dusted all over his skin and pupils blown wide with such adorably obvious desire.Â
âCan I touch you?â Â
âWhyâre you asking?â He stumbles over the words. âJ-just do it.â Â
You press your back against the wall and tell Sakura to sit between your spread legs - pleased as he obliges you even after some hesitance. Youâre a little afraid yourself, the enormity of your lust as Sakura rests his back against your chest overwhelming. Â
âThis is weird.â Â
âBear with it, please?â Â
He doesnât complain again. You kiss against his shoulder blades, smiling at the way he squirms - tilting his head to meet your mouth and kiss him over his shoulder. Â
Your hands clasp his waist, nails running along his sides deliberately slow - dragging against the fabric and so lightly against the skin. He protests it but doesnât tell you to stop. You let your nails brush against his nipples and his cock jumps in his boxers. Moonlight seeps through the windows, emphasizing the paleness of him under his clothes You can feel his musculature as his back lays against your chest, the steady pumping of your heart matching your own. Â
When he reaches the brink of a complaint, you whisper his name against his ear. Â
âHaruka-kun,â Tender and breathless - warm against his cool skin. âJust trust me okay? Iâll make you feel really good.â Â
âIâm the one that should beâ,â His words cut off with a moan, a little helpless sound as you brush against his nipples again. âDamn it.â Â
âYou want to make me feel good, right? Youâre so thoughtful, baby.â Your praise comes in thick - accompanied with a more direct touch. You brush your palms over his clothed erection, smiling as it twitches again. His hips buck for more friction that you donât afford him. âIt makes me feel good when you listen.â Â
âThatâsâŚâ Â
You squeeze his shaft through his clothes for a few seconds before letting go again. âYouâre a good boy, arenât you Haruka?â Â
âThe hell,â It intends to come out harsher than it does. Another muffled moan as you squeeze his cock again, watching his face bloom in reds. He drops his head back along your shoulders. Almost boneless in your arms, you continue to touch his cock indirectly. âWhat are you.. ohhh,â Â
âMy good boy. Listen well, and Iâll make sure it feels really good. And you can have anything you want afterwards. Okay?âÂ
ââŚAnything?â Â
âAnything,â You promise gently. âBut you have to listen. Can do you that for me?âÂ
He gives you another short, precise nod as you rub his cock again affectionately, a kiss on the nape of his neck. He shivers as goosebumps form along his skin. Â
âDamn it. Fine.â Â
You kiss him again, another stroke following the touch as you grin against his shoulder. âPerfect.â Â
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You spend three weeks managing Sakuraâs orgasms.  Â
It takes him a little while to deal with your unreasonable request. You tell him again though that if bears with for a while, he can have anything he possibly wants from you. The prospect of that is too exciting for him to turn you down, so he caves eventually. Â
You have one rule: Sakura canât cum for seven consecutive days. After seven days you want him to cum untouched. No matter what though, youâll reward him.Â
 It takes him a while to reach that goal. You spend your nights doing the same routine as the first nigh, escalating by drawing it out more each time. Light touches followed with deliberately thick, syrupy praise. You fulfill his needs through other means, but showering him in affection makes up most of it. Â
You get good at learning what things make him tick. Sakura likes to hear that heâs good for you above all else. Thatâs always the thing that makes him twitch. He likes being praised for his efforts less than he likes mindless flattery. He likes when you attach possession to the words you use. Affirm his place as yours with every stroke of hands or tracing of fingers. Light touches make him shiver so much itâs cute. Â
You learn that his nipples are sensitive and so are his ears and the inside of his thighs when you squeeze them. He likes rougher treatment of his chest but softer against his neck. He likes to be squeezed firmly instead of lightly but you tend to avoid touching his dick too much if at all. Â
Itâs a little like training a puppy. You follow your routine with strict habituation and Sakura picks up on your cues quickly. Over a few weeks, you watch him grow to anticipate the session of unadulterated praise. Eventually, heâs red before you even touch him, glassy eyed and hard before you even get on your hands on him or kiss him. Just the anticpation is enough because heâs already so easy to work up. Â
He fails in not cumming a few times, but thatâs okay - you always assure him itâ fine. Â
Again and again, you shape his tastes to fit your preferences with cool direction and repetition like water eroding stone. Sakura stops questioning it once the pleasure starts to sink in, eventually so hung up on the feeling - you can barely be in public together without his mind drifting back to it. His headspace gets so melty. Â
Heâs always been quiet when it comes to affection but heâs practically docile, putty between your fingers as he lets himself be completely pampered when youâre alone. Itâs a little surprising ow well he takes it, but you think the desperation outweighs the shame. The desire for release too strong to refuse it no matter how much of a fuss he puts up at the start. Â
Itâs cute to see him corrupt so fast for your sake. Heâs too prideful to beg but once he gets so desperate, he makes a face thatâs practically the same. He starts to be interested in the reward at one point or another - though youâre not sure when exactly that is. He really tries so hard not to cum. Your rules are always clear and simply. Â
He can cum before you if he wants, but he has to wait seven days for a rewards. Youâll know if he cums before then.Â
After three weeks of ruined orgasms, he eventually abides by this. He still wants you to touch him though. You spend your time as a normal couple until nightfall, and when itâs time - Sakura waits for you to start. Â
Heâs not vocal about his submission, doesnât acknowledge it in full even when itâs so obvious. His compliance speaks for itself you think. How he spreads his legs and relaxes into your body more and more - allowing himself to be completely quiet and listen to you. You know youâve got him when he stops fighting any of it and just allows you to touch him without too much fuss. Â
Youâre good to Sakura of course. You always praise him softly, sweetly - always kiss him as much as he wants even if you donât touch his cock directly. You always make him feel good in other ways even if heâs not allowed to cum. Â
Eventually, he makes good on the promise of one week. Itâs hard on him, you can tell - and he doesnât do it without whining, but he fights for it. Lets you touch and tease and praise him until his brain shuts off, crawling into your arms right afterwards so you can card your fingers through his hair and praise him more with his face buried in your chest eventually falling to sleep. Â
A week passes, eventually - and this time, you end up on Sakuraâs lap. A good distance away from his cock. You sit closer to his knees as he sits on a comfortable chair in your well furnished apartment. You havenât touched him at all, but heâs already got the pretty, glassy expression on his face. Â
You cup his cheek with your hand, endeared by how he nuzzles instinctively into your palm. Heâs not wearing anything today while you remain clothed aside from your top.Â
âIâm so proud of you, baby.â You coo. The reaction is instant, eyes lidding and face growing hot as you continue to shower him with attention. He groans faintly but doesnât say anything in reply. âIt took a little while, but you made it a whole week. Haruka-kun did a good job for me. Made me so happy.âÂ
He likes hearing that. Praise about how it pleases you always sticks. His face grows warm with familiar, pained arousal. He flushes red down to his chest - his whole body radiating heat. You stare at his cock as it twitches to life at the words, elated when you see the first dribble of precum slide down the shaft. Itâs hard for you to not to touch him but you wouldnât ruin your own hard work. Â
âYou like making me happy huh? You always do,â You mutter, brushing your thumb across his cheek bone. Heâs quiet, eyes look misty as you talk. âMy pretty boy. All mine forever. All of you. From here to,â Your brush hair from his forehead before trailing your nails down his chest - lightly scratching above the base of his cock, on his stomach. You brush the soft, bi-colored hairs at the base but donât get close enough to touch. âHere. Always mine, baby.â Â
âS-shit, hngh,â Â
âYou worked so hard, didnât you?â You kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek. âI know it was tough. Bet youâre gonna cum so much for me today. Iâll give you anything you want after you cum once. Anything. Doesnât that sound nice?â Â
His words come out as a slur, thick with want. âYâpromise?â Â
Your heart flutters. âMhm. Whatever you want. You can fuck me, use my mouth. Anything, baby. Itâs all yours. You earned it. Such a good boy.â Â
âNghhh,â He throws his head back slightly, his cock twitching again. Bobbing as it jumps against air, you stare down at how more pre-crum dribbles from the tip. âFuck, fuck. Need to cum, canâtâI canâtâ Â
âYou can cum whenever, Haruka. Youâre getting so messy. Itâs for me, right? Harukaâs cum,â You mumble, staring at it. âSo thick. So much of it left,â Â
His eyes go wide before breaking out into another wave of heat - cheels flushing red. His ears, nose, face â all of it. He groans aloud, adams apple bobbing in his throat as arousal makes his cock pulse. âGood boy. Come on. I want to see you cum for me. Do you think you can? Think you can cum if I praise you a bit? Your cock twitches so much when Iâm sweet to you baby, does it make you feel that good to hear? Made you so weak to praise your dick can barely stand it, right? Itâs cute. Haruka-kun is so, so cute.â Â
His jaw is dropped open dumbly, unable to speak or say anything else as he shivers underneath you. You can feel him squirm, his cock twitching again and again. You donât touch his dick at all, but you slide your hand down to the soft planes of his stomach and hold it there. Rubbing soft circles into it with your thumb. Â
âItâs twitching so hard,â You say with fascinated delight. His whole body strains, a short, clipped, helpless whimper escaping his lips completely involuntary. He bites back as much of the noise as he possible can as your own arousal builds in your stomach. âIâm so turned on watching you like this.â Â
Itâs almost like a switch flips in him. You can see the surprise in his face, see the reaction in his physical body so fast you canât help but laugh in awe. âDid you think I just did it for no reason?â Â
âNo, but⌠I didnât think â I d-donât know, I just didnât think.âÂ
You laugh again. âThen should I tell you? I get wet when I bully you and you get like this. So pathetic and needy and so cute. You always get mad when I call you cute but your cock is twitching so much hearing it,â You tell him contentedly. âIt feels so good seeing you blush like this. You turn red and itâs so pretty - Haruka-kun is so pretty itâs unfair. Isnât it natural that I get like this looking at you?â Â
He groans, his shoulders shaking as you push him forward. You laugh, delighted by his reaction. Â
âShould I tell you something good?â You tease, watching for his eyes to lock with yours before you go on. âI alway went home and touched myself thinking of what kind of face you made for me the night before. Came so much to how pretty Haruka is, you know? Even right now, Iâm holding back from touching you and making you cum all over my hands. You wanna cum inside instead though right? After you cum once, Iâll get you nice and hard again and then you can cum where you want. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Be good for me.â Â
You hear Sakura gasp and know whatâs coming, smiling to yourself as his muscles go taut - hips bucking up as it overtakes him.Â
You let your hand hover over the tip of his cock and watch his body shudder as he lets out a load of cum completely untouched. Itâs so thick and heavy it doesnât really shoot as much as it spills all along his shaft in his spurts. Sakura sobs in ruin at the sensation, groaning as your hand wraps around the base of his cock and pumps out the rest. Â
His entire body shudders in a flush of red - all rashy knees and blushy chest, nipples tense and hard as he cums while his stomach tightens as he releases. His cock throbs against your hands, still completely hard even after having orgasmed. His face is wet, vision blurred from fat tears that he can barely blink away in time. Â
Heâs so reactive to the feeling of your hand, he ends up cumming again a little with a strained cry. Â
You watch him in amusement, waiting for him to settle down as you rest your palm over the tip to catch any more cum. After you lean forward to meet his mout. He kisses you so eagerly, all tongue and spit - pulling away with breath. Â
âYouâre so good for me, Haruka,â You kiss the corner of his mouth. âHow should I reward you?â Â
âDonât care just,â He drops his head down. âTouch me. All over. Make me feel good. I want to feel you. P-please.â Â
You smile a little. âMust be really bad for you to ask me something so embarrassing with your own voice.â Â
âShut the hell up. My dick is gonna explode and itâs so embarrassing so justâ He groans. âY-youâre the devil, just. Please.â Â
âCourse baby,â You mutter, stroking his cock for emphasis - happy as you watch him shiver. âAnything you want.â Â
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âALL YOU WANTEDâ EMILY DAVIS X TOUGH! FEM!READER
SUMMARY : You and Emily are best friendsâŚbut best friends always means something more these days right?
WARNINGS : lesbian smut
A/N : this takes place when they all go back to the cabin.
It hadnât even been an hour of all of you coming up to the mountain and you were witnessing Emily Davis and Matthew Taylor break up.
All because she had went to see Michael.
Despite you being Emilyâs best friend, you could see where Matt was coming from. Getting caught having a conversation was not a good look.
You were even surprised at Emily being your best friend but the two of you were the meanest people in your own way so it kind of made sense.
You were made her best friend by force though in ninth grade where she forced you to sit with her at lunch because she thought you were pretty. Now you two were besties.
For better or worse? Youâd have to find out.
âGod, Matt! It didnât mean anything! Get over it!â
Mike raised his hand as if he was in the classroom. âI can vouch for that. Trust me, I do not want her anymore.â
You were sitting in a chair, eating a cookie, watching the whole scene play out. You knew something was going to happen and you didnât know if you wanted to stop it or keep it going.
Emily angrily turned to Mike at the statement. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âI think he means he doesnât want to fuck skank anymore.â Jess replied for Mike.
Not only could you not help but comment because you were Emilyâs best friend but because you always had to make your own remark of common sense. You finished your cookie and dusted your hand off. âIf thatâs the case then why is he fucking you?â
Emily had laughed at what you said and bit her lip to hold back her smile. Matt shook his head, rubbing his temples in irritation while Mike just did a whistle and looked away from the situation.
âIâm sorry? Did I ask you to bud in Ms. School Drop out?â Jess asked you while standing up from the couch where she was sitting next to Mike with.
âNo but something told me that you needed a reality check and well, here I am to give it to you.â You told her, brushing off her calling you a drop out with ease.
âDonât you find it a tad bit pathetic you follow Emily around all the time?â
âNo. But what I do find pathetic is you not having any men to choose from so you chose your best friends man.â
âLast I heard, your relationship is dead so you donât get to tell me how to live mine.â
Emily had watched the whole argument, entertained because you were winning. Up until the last remark Jessica said and she didnât think she could go lower.
Beth was your girlfriend a year ago. Before everything happened. You had blamed everyone for a long time. Healed from it. Even from Emily. Emily apologized multiple times, which was unlike her to be honest and you forgave her.
This is why you never forgave Jessica because here she was, throwing that in your face.
The room felt silent. As if they knew the damage Jessica had done.
You stood up slowly from your chair then began to walk towards her. âYou wanna try that again?â
Jessica gave you a deadpanned look. She would be a little scared but she knew that Emily would stop you before you hit her. So she kept going. âDonât talk about saving peopleâs relationships when you couldnât even save your own.â
Emily saw your fist balled up and instead of you hitting her, you gave her a warning push. A push so aggressive, it landed Jessica back on the couch. âHey!â
As much as Emily wanted to see you kick her ass, she knew it would be trouble. It wouldnât be the petty cat fight that she knew she would face up against Jess. You knew how to fight and you knew how to hurt her.
Jessica came from a wealthy family and Emily did not want to see you go to jail for a petty argument.
Emily immediately got in between the two of you. Then stood right in front of you. âCalm down. Sheâs not worth it.â
Mike brought Jess towards him. âBoth of you, stop it.â He said.
âI canât do it.â You said. âI have to hit something.â
âJust relax.â Emily told you. âBreathe. Itâs going-â
âSee, Emily. All you do is bring drama and Iâm sick of it.â Matt started to say. âLook what weâre all doing! Because of you!â
You had chose your target. You turned around, facing Matt. Then you gave him your best punch. Him falling to the ground and him holding his mouth.
â(Y/N)!â Emily scolded you.
You ignored her. Then you left out the back door.
You needed some air and were fine if you had to freeze to death in order to get it. You hated the way people got in your head. You were a hothead and it got the best of you sometimes.
Emily was right behind you. âHey! (Y/N)! Slow down!â
You sighed and stopped in your tracks, allowing Emily to catch up to you. âLook Iâm sorry I-â
âI donât care, meat head! Put this on.â
You looked to see it was your jacket that you had left in the lodge. You grabbed your jacket and started place it on you.
Emily looked down to your hand and saw the bruises on your knuckles. She shook her head and placed a hand on her hip. âYou really did knock the shit out of my ex boyfriend didnât you?â
You sighed, feeling guilty of your actions. Emily was the only person who could make you feel guilty. âLook, Em Iâm sorry. I know I shouldnât have hit your-â Then you had thought about what she said. âDid you say ex-boyfriend?â
âYeah I did. Heâs too soft for me obviously and I donât have time for that. And he left my bag with all my expensive clothes in it! That idiot.â
You knew the two wouldnât last that long but that was pretty fast you had to say.
Emily grabbed your hand and started to lead the way. âHelp me look for it.â
âUgh. Why do I gotta help you look for it?â
âBecause I said so!â
You knew best not to argue with her so you let her lead the way. Besides, you werenât going to let her be out by herself anyway.
The two of you walked to the picnic table area. Emily looked over to one of the tables and saw a carving. She dusted the snow off and saw your initials with Bethâs.
She felt jealousy when she had looked at the carving but knew she had to swallow it. âWow. You mustâve really loved her huh?â
You were confused. You walked over and saw the carving for yourself and remembered. âOhâŚthatâŚâ You leaned against the picnic table, looking down a little. âI liked her. A lot. Canât say I loved her though. It takes a lot for me to do that.â
Emily nodded at your choice of words. It made sense. Youâve had a lot of girlfriends before Beth and you had never really loved any of them. Love was a hard thing for you and she understood that.
You decided to change the subject. âWhatâs so important in this bag anyway?â You asked her.
Emily smirked when you had questioned it. âOh just my undies. The lace ones.â
You raised a brow when you had noticed the flirty tone in her voice. Emily would always flirt with you but you had always considered it to be friendly flirting and nothing romantic attached to it so you played along.
âWell we donât need those.â
Unbeknownst to you, Emily was actually flirting with you. She had always had a secret crush on you but was too scared to do anything. Also, she was used to people hitting on her. Not her hitting on other people.
âYou donât want me to model them for you.â Emily asked you. She did a little spin so you could examine her body.
Your eyes darted all over her and it was at this point you were starting to realize that you also flirted with her more than the friendly way. âIâm just going to rip them off of you anyways.â
Emily had did something she never did before. She took a step towards you. Then grabbed your hands and made them be on her body. âYou ever done it outside before?â
You were intrigued at how far Emily was willing to go to just play flirt with you which was confirming in your mind that she was serious. But how could she be serious? You two were just friends.
You had laughed at her question. âHave you?â
âNo. But maybe I want to.â Emily went to tug at belt of your jeans which made you groan a little. You felt her breath on your neck and her kissing softly. âI cant with this on though.â
You moaned at the soft kisses that she placed on your neck. Yeah. She definitely wasnât playing anymore.
Emily pulled away from your neck. She looked you directly in your eyes. You pushed away the hair that was in her face. She looked so beautiful to you.
Emily leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You didnât hesitate. You cupped the back of her neck with your right hand and kissed her back.
You used your left hand to place on her hip and bring her closer. Emily moaned and continued to kiss you like she was hungry. She had been waiting for this.
It was freezing out but the two of you didnât feel any cold. You were in each otherâs warmth.
You just had to confirm something. You pulled away from her lips. The two of you slightly out of breath. âWait a second.â Emily looked annoyed at you for stopping but waited for you to ask her what you needed. âAre we straight girl kissing or gay girl kissing?â
Emily shook her head at how unserious but serious you could be. âThe second one.â She confirmed before going straight back to kissing you.
That made you more bolder in your movements. You picked Emily up by her ass and made her legs wrap around your waist. Emily moaned in the kiss while you sat her down on the picnic table.
Your lips went down to her neck. Instead of kissing you sucked on her sweet spots making her moan, gripping you. âGod that feels so good.â Emily commented.
You pushed your knee in between Emily and made your knee make contact with her clothed area. She moaned at the friction you were going and made you pull away from her neck. âI canât take this. Letâs go to the lodge.â
You were still lost a little. Surprised this was happening. âO-â You couldnât finish your sentence as Emily was already dragging you back to the lodge.
The two of you walked back into the lodge. Emily paid no mind to the people that were in the living room and dragged you upstairs, all the way to the room Emily had picked out.
When the door was closed, the two of you were back on each other. The two of you took your shoes off while you made out.
You helped Emily take her jacket off and throw in on the floor. Emily did the same for you. Emily pushed you on the bed. You sat there, watching her.
Emilyâs hands went to your belt and started to unbuckle your pants. When she had finally got your pants to unbuckle, you grabbed her and laid her on the bed.
You got on top of her and took off her shirt. She was wearing a lace purple bra. You gave her a look. âAll your lace underwear was in your bag huh?â
Emily giggled and kissed you. You kissed her back. You never kissed anyone the way you were kissing Emily. It was different.
Thatâs when you realized it was always different with Emily.
You unbuttoned her pants and helped her take them off. Her underwear matched her bra.
âWhy am I the only one naked?â Emily complained while kissing you.
âItâs more fun that way.â
âYeah, fun for you.â
You chuckled and removed her underwear. Leaving her exposed. You licked your index and middle finger before placing it on her clit and rubbing it in circles.
Emily moaned loudly. She gripped on your arm. You started off slow and teasingly. You didnât have to do much. She was already wet from you.
You found your rhythm and started to go a little bit faster on her clit. She tried to meet your rhythm but any time sheâd get too excited, youâd slow down.
âStop torturing me, (Y/N).â
You laughed. You kissed her gently on the lips and picked back the pace. Emily moaned loudly in the kiss. You stuck your fingers in her pussy, knowing she was wet enough. The palm of your hand hit her clit while you kept the fast pace.
âGod, (Y/N). Yes.â Emily tried to quietly moan but came out of extremely loud. Itâs like she didnât care to be quiet and wanted all the pleasure she could get from you.
Emilyâs hands went to her chest. She held on to her chest while throwing her head back. You regretted not taking off her bra before starting.
Her clit constantly bounced off from the palm of your hand and Emily felt herself getting close. âWait. Iâm almost there. Stop.â
You kissed her on the neck. Licking and sucking on her sweet spots. âWhy stop? I want you to cum on my fingers.â
Emily moaned at your words. âI want you though.â
You understood what Emily was trying to say and pulled away from her pussy. Then licked your fingers clean off. âMmhm. I kinda want you to sit on my face.â
Emily shoved your shoulder, making you laugh. âNo, (Y/N). Come on. I want you.â
You took off your pants. Then slid off your underwear and threw them somewhere. Emily was about to place her fingers on your clit but you stopped her. âTrust me, Iâm already wet from you moaning.â
Emily bit her lip smiling and you got on top of her. You made sure to position your clit above hers before looking at her. âThis is not how I expected to spend my weekend.â
She took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. âIsnât this so much better?â
âIt is.â You couldnât deny. You kissed Emily on her lips again before placing your clit directly on top of hers. The you were moving slowly.
You knew Emily all too well because you were best friends which meant you knew Emily never had sex with a woman before. So you tried moving slowly for her.
Emily was doing exactly what you knew she would do. Getting sensitive quickly. Emily let out a sharp moan. She clung onto your body, not expecting to be so sensitive. She was whimpering, pleading for you to get her to cum.
âYou sound so sexy.â You told her. You tried to ease her in by kissing her lovingly all over body.
âDonât stop. Oh god, yes.â Emily was practically screaming and you shouldâve figured she would by how sensitive she was.
âYour boyfriends might hear you.â You jokingly said to her while kissing all over her body.
âI donât care. Just get me to cum all over you. Please.â
You couldâve came off her just moaning for you. You shouldâve figured Emily was submissive. She was a brat. You gripped onto her leg and went faster. Your pussies colliding against each other. Making the both of you moan in pleasure.
Emilyâs hands felt like fire on your body. She unclipped your bra from the back and threw the bra on the floor somewhere.
As you kept your pace, you noticed Emily staring at you in awe. You tilted your head at her. âWhat?â
âYouâre so beautiful.â
You werenât expecting her to say that. You bent down to give her a sloppy kiss on her lips. She returned it.
âMmhm. (Y/N). Let me get on top.â
You pulled away from her warmth and laid down on the bed. Emily got on top of you and placed her pussy back on yours. You chuckled at the gasp she had let out. It was far more sensitive for her to be on top than you.
âYou sure you donât want me on top?â You teased a little.
âShut up.â Emily more so moaned and started to move on you. She didnât go slow though. She went back to the fast pace you were doing.
You moaned, hugging onto her hips and helping her move. âShit. Keep going. Just like that.â You went to unclip her bra and when you did, you immediately started to rub her titties.
Emily moaned at you playing with her nipples while trying to focus on her pace. âOh god. (Y/N).â
You noticed Emily was losing her pace so you went back to her hips and helped her move on you. âCome on, baby. Move your pussy on me.â
You calling Emily baby turned her on and motivated her to move even faster on you. â(Y/N)?â
Noticing she was asking you something and not moaning your name, you nodded, still feeling immense pleasure. âYeah?â
âWhen I make you cum on my pussy youâre going to be mine.â
You knew that was Emilyâs way of asking to be your girlfriend but she was always the demanding type. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself become closer to release. You gripped her hips tighter. âYou make me cum, you can have anything you want.â
Emilyâs hands reached to your chest and started to play with your titties. You moaned at the touch. âIâm so close.â She told you.
You watched Emilyâs chest bounce up and down. You couldnât help but lick your lips. Seeing it was starting to make you close. âKeep going. Iâm almost there too.â
Emily whined at how sensitive she felt herself start to get. You notice her slowing down some and you were so close you didnât even want to help her anymore.
You flipped her on the bed and quickly got back on top. Your pussies continued to make out with each other. Wetness was heard all around the room and was even starting to go down your leg.
â(Y/N), I need you.â You felt Emilyâs nails claw at your back and you knew it was only moments before she came all over you.
âCum all over my pussy, baby. You can do it.â You said while kissing on her neck.
âOh, god. (Y/N). Yes.â
You felt yourself coming undone, closing your eyes. âFuck, Emily.â
âYes, yes. Iâm cumming. Oh god Iâm cumming. (Y/N).â
You felt yourself cum and Emily was following right behind you. Your pussies became so wet that the juice soaked the bed sheets.
You continued to move until you knew both of you were done. You got up from her and laid down next to her.
Emily grabbed the blanket and placed it on top of the two of you. âI canât believe I waited that long to do that.â
You chuckled before nodding. âYeah. Me too.â You turned to look at her, seriously. âSoâŚhow do you wanna play this?â
Emily sighed, knowing what you meant. âTheyâre all just drama filled. I just want to stay up here with you.â
âItâs gonna come out. Especially at how loud you were.â Emily hit your shoulder at what you said and rolled her eyes.
âWell theyâll just be mad they couldnât get me to scream like that.â She said before kissing you.
So you were with your best friend now? Not what you expected.
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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ⍠mason mount
part 1, part 2, final part.
in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brotherâs best friends troop).
CONTAINS: brotherâs best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional đ I'll do part 3 later
taglist: @dreamingofautopia @xjval @sunflower-tia @sad-fridge2323 @girlidekanymore @borbolwra3
Chelsea added to their story.
Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.
Itâs been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didnât hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed.Â
You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasnât going to, it was too late⌠too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility.Â
Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And youâd see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, youâd still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.
Although he never was.
The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families âMounts and yoursâhad united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news.Â
But Masonâs eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didnât like, he glanced at you.
Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.
Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldnât.Â
âDear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? âYour mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.
He was too busy thinking about you.
âSo, Mason⌠when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. âYour mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions.Â
Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.
âIâm playing next week, on Sunday⌠âHe looked around at everyone and proceeded. âYou are all invited, of course.Â
After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.
In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.
Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.
You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.
âThanks⌠âHe said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:
âHow are you? âyou asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.
âIâm alright.
Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.
âHow are you holding up? âyou stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.
âThank you, really.Â
âMase...
He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didnât pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.
âIt will be alright, you know. âHe hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.
âI know. âYou whispered back. âAnd don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.
He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible.Â
Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh.Â
âI don't think Iâm ever getting rid of you.
Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.
âI know, I know. âYou said with a sad look on your face.
âYou know Iâm too old for you, right? âMason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.
âIâm in it for the long game, Mount.
It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it.Â
Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother âhis best friendâ, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.
The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.
You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.
âNervous about the game? âshe asks.
âA bit, yes... âyou say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason.Â
âThis should be an easy game, England has a better team.
âYou never know. âyou reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.
Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.
âPut it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. âshe said, laughing.
âI'm... âYou said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. âOh, never mind.
The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.
Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."
All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.
âLook over there, Summer! There is your uncle. âsaid Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.
The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.
âYes! âYou screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.
The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.
Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.
He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.
The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.
After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.
He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.
Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.
In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.
As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.
âUncle Mase! âshe ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.
âMy favourite person! âHis eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.
You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.
âI played well, all thanks to you. âHe kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.
âHow have you been? âHis voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.
âMason! âyou laughed. âYou just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.
âAlright, alright. You have a point! âhe laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.
His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.
His number looked very good on you, he thought.
He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.
âWe-we should go. âyou said, clearing your throat. âYour family is waiting.
Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.
âMase... You donât have feelings. You donât have a heart.
Now heâs frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.
âI feel things⌠âyour heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.
Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.
What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights⌠he had never kissed you, not even touched you.
âItâs okay if you want to stop- âhe said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.
âMount, I'm certain that I'm okay. âyou said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.
Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: âMate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!
Fuck. That was your brother.
Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.
You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.
âI'm-I'm sorry... âhe said, exiting quickly from the room.
After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.
Apparently, you've had an effect on him.
Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure.Â
You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didnât like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.
âSo, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?
You took a minute to understand. âWhat?
âThe game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. âSaid your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.
You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.
Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.
You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.
âMate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day âsaid Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.
You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.
âShe has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? âHis mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.
âYes, she has. âHe looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. âMom... I think I fucked up.
âIf you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.
âNo mom, I really- âMason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.
Your brother, seeing Daphne âthe supposed fling of Masonâ talking with him, turned to you.
âForget your stuff, letâs just get off this boat. Donât turn around okay? âhis hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.
You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.
âSince when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- â Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.
She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.
âYou knew?
Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: âShe's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean sheâs not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. âHe shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.
âWhat about me? When will I be happy? âyou said, crying.
That sentence broke your brother's heart.
19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.
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stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovinâ in his eyes ÂĄ! â
â synopsis: jimin takes you on a museum date.
â warnings: fluffy, a couple of kisses here and there, jimin and y/n being complete losers for each other.
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â part 1
a/n: guess whoâs back from hiatus. thank you for being so supportive and considerate over the last few weeks as i was gone. this one is for you guys and i hope you guys enjoy it !
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after being interrogated by yeonjun, you rushed home as fast as you could. every part of you jittered in utter excitement. the evening glow had began to radiate off of you ever so slightly as you thought back to the events that took place earlierâthe way her lips felt on yours, the way she gazed into your eyes as if you were the last person on earth.
yeah, you were so done for.
your steps seemed to have their own rhythm as you walked home, all drowned in your thoughts. everything around you seemed so much happier. the people around you felt like they were more in love than ever. the murals painted on the buildings you walked past felt as if they were speaking to you. hell, even nature blushed when you smiled. you finally reached home and entered through the backdoor, since it always seemed to be open. you quickly took your shoes off, almost stumbling onto your cat, flipflop, as you made your way inside. you threw everything onto the ground and headed upstairs to your room to get dressed for your date.
hangers? on the ground. accessories? on the ground. your entire wardrobe? on the goddamn ground.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
âjun, nothing looks good on me. iâm starting to think this date was a bust,â you pouted as yeonjun did nothing but laugh at you.
âmaybe try that outfit you always say youâll wear but never actually end up wearing,â he suggested when he sensed you had been silent for too long.
you ushered yourself to your pile of clothing that remained still on the ground for the past hour, simply hoping that something would begin to look appealing. suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you just knew this was going to be the outfit of a lifetimeâokay, you were exaggerating, but at this point, it was better than nothing. yeonjun simply stared at you pacing around the room in what seemed like excitement but was, in fact, insanity. he had never seen you so eager yet so anxious about meeting a person; this was definitely something out of the ordinary. it made his heart swell with joy, finally seeing you so happy after so many years.
âyou know, y/nnie, iâm really happy to see you all happy and chirpy after so many years. i never thought iâd see the day,â yeonjun spoke softly as you admired yourself in the mirror with a fond smile.
âjunâŚshe truly makes me so happy. my worries seem lighter than a feather when she looks into my eyes. my soul feels lighter when she places her lips on mine. she makes me feel whole. god, i sound like a sap,â you chuckled at your own words as you realized that this girl was all you wanted.
âyou are a sap, little shitââ,
before he could let out another word, you threw your half-eaten, almost-rotting pudding cup in his face.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
it was nearly seven-thirty, and you only seemed to be getting more and more anxious. you started to ponder at what the future held for the two of you, thinking about nights when you two wouldnât be able to sleep, so youâd spend it in the kitchen together, or when life might get a bit rough, and youâd find comfort within each othersâ arms. the thought of living together made you blush a little harder than you would like to admit. the sudden ring of the door bell jolted you out of your thoughts, practically making you jump in front of the mirror to check if you looked perfectâand that you did, just oh so perfect. yeonjunâs snores seemed to emphasize as you made your way out of the room, not before kicking him in the shin as you ran to the front door.
âYouâ,â
his words zoned out as your blood rushing through your veins was the only thing you could pay attention to. you propped yourself in front of the door, giving yourself military-grade advice, but who were you kidding? not even a defibrillator could put your heart at ease. you peeked through the peephole of the door to make sure it was jimin. opening the door, and there she was. her hair flew in the crisp evening wind like the finest hazelnut spread. her eyes bore into yours as you finally opened the door after what felt like an eternity. a distinct silence fell between the two of you as your hearts soared with passion. the music playing from your ipod playing in the distance had you wanting to grab her hand and pull her as close to you as possible.
âpack it up, you two, iâve gotta get in my beauty sleep,â yeonjun spoke up from behind you, scaring you two in the process.
âuh huh, okay,â you eyed him suspiciously since you knew damn well he wasnât the type to sleep this early but chose not to say anything else.
âtake good care of her jimin otherwiseâŚâ he threatened playfully while leaning against the wall.
âokay, hobbit,â jimin reached for your hand and pulled you out the door with her before giggling at her own joke.
adorable, you thought.
you two ran before you could hear him yell out anymore curses. soon, you heard the door shut and you two stopped running. Your entire body turned red as you realized you were gripping onto her hand for dear life. the crickets chirped from the nature surrounding you two. a calm yet fervent tension settled between you like an expecting nebula.
âyou look so pretty tonight,â she broke the silence, mentally cursing herself for sounding like a loser.
âand you look all mine tonight,â your boldness surprising the two of you as the both of you turned into a giggling mess. of course, you two were losers in love, but you were each othersâ losers, and thatâs all that mattered.
after about half an hour of walking and flirting, you two finally reached the art museum. solace taking over you two as you floated in your little microcosm full of love. the lights shone down upon the entrance, colors displayed all over like an orchestra. mellow music could be heard from the speakers as you dragged jimin to the progress of love: the meeting. the viridian of the painting speaking directly to you while your eyes traced down the two lovers that sat patiently. jimin didnât say a word given that you were so invested into the artwork, so she just let you tug her around the entirety of the museum. her eyes outlined your face whenever your eyes filled with sparks of interest at whatever you were looking at. her heartbeat intensified whenever you reached for her hand so she could pay attention to what you were saying.
âjimin, look, it's the lovers by renĂŠ magritte. i had to work on it for art class; it was fascinatingââ
before you could say more, she eagerly pulled you in by the nape and placed her soft and succulent lips onto yours. all air was knocked out of your lungs as you still hadnât gotten used to her lips being on yours, moving ever so fervently while her hands remained on your nape, gently playing with your hair. the lights in the museum suddenly dimmed, and the cold temperature of the room hastily became warmer. jiminâs fingers hovered across your arm, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. a few flower petals began to fall all around the room as you slowly pulled out of the kiss only to find jimin cheesing at you.
candles lit up right on time as she put her hand out for you to hold so she could show you exactly what she had in store for you. every part of you was radiated happiness. the entire museum fell into a soothing silence as jimin walked you outside into the garden. the entire garden was decorated with candles, with petals creating a walkway to the picnic she had prepared for you.
âjimin...is this all for me?â you questioned in surprise as you had never been treated so gently.
âpretty girl, everything i do is for you,â she turned a few shades redder when she saw you looking at her with the most admirable gaze. you smiled to yourself, realizing in the moment that this was the love of your life, whether you wanted to admit it or not. out of the blue, a small note sitting on the blanket caught your eye, causing you to curiously go examine it.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
âhi y/nnieâŚ
i left you a polaroid camera
because i knew you would forget it at home.
go make memories with your future wife
- love junâ
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âso, this is why yeonjun told me he was going to sleep early?â you chuckled in disbelief as you recalled back to how they were eyeing each other down earlier.
âmhm, i wasnât gonna say anything but you know how he is,â jimin responded behind you.
âjiminie, i really want you to know how loved i felt with you tonight. i-i donât think iâve ever been treated so softly before. youâre my person and i want you to know that,â you admitted tearfully.
âbaby, youâre my person too. i adore you too much to ever treat you wrong. i didnât think youâd like the date this much, so i was slightly nervous,â she spoke to you, affectionately rubbing her thumb over your cheek.
âyou are my favourite date,â you said before pressing your lips onto hers.
the lights of the museum had completely turned off, leaving you two all alone in the garden to make memories. candles swaying along with the zephyr of the night. the flowers serenading with the music that was once playing from your ipod at home.
you two were finally home.
stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovinâ in his eyesâŚ
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You and Me
AN: I felt compelled to write something based on the best song off of ATE so, here we are. Also, purple haired Changbin had a vicious hold on me so.
Synopsis: Changbin isn't what you're used to. He's uncomplicated. Fun. Casual. However, maybe that's what you need.
General tags and warnings: Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader, situationship/casual dating, one mention of past alcohol consumption, barely there angst and mentions of a breakup and not much plot.
Smut tags and warnings: While there isn't explicit powerplay, Reader does take charge and Changbin is more on the submissive side, petnames, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple and breast play (f. receiving), Reader is very into Changbin's body (she's just like me fr), strength kink, arm kink of sorts, piv sex without a condom and creampie.
Word count: 3k.
I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.
âHey!â he yells, shooting you a nasty scowl that only makes you laugh before turning his attention back to his needlessly massive television, âYou totally cheated!âÂ
Things with Changbin are simple. Easy. Freeing.Â
âIt's not my fault you suck at Mario Kart, Bin,â you respond through laughter that causes your cheeks and stomach to start hurting. Your amusement only grows as you watch him still lose to you even though you're playing while laughing at him and his horrible gaming skills.Â
You're not sure why he insists on playing when you both know how trash at it he is.Â
âI swear you cheated,â he mumbles under his breath, though it's loud and clear enough for you to hear. You playfully bump your shoulder against his, âHow would I even cheat in this game?â you bite back a giggle when you notice his scowl deepen from the corner of your eye, âI just think someone is a sore loser and can't handle getting their ass kicked,â you sing-song.Â
âI am not a sore loser,â he argues, fingers mashing the buttons of his controller as his eyes focus on Bowser inching closer to fifth place with every button he all but smashes. âYou're just a dirty, lying cheater,â he grumbles, his lips forming a thin line as his attention briefly shoots to your choice of Peach comfortably in second place.Â
You elect not to give into his accusations. Simply letting your actions speak for themselves and smirking when you cross the finish line in first place. Again. Changbin crosses his arms and refuses to look at you for a few moments and you try your hardest not to laugh at the pout on his face and the way his purple bangs shadow his eyes.Â
âChangbin,â you start, the struggle to hold back your laughter evident to even your own ears.Â
âOne more game.âÂ
The corners of your lips tick up without your consent, âChangbin, we've already played five rounds and I won four of them,â you respond.Â
âJust one more. I know I can win,â he argues desperately. You don't think you've ever seen anyone take Mario Kart this seriously. His ego must be terribly bruised right now.Â
âWe had a deal, Binnie,â you remind him, your smile widening, âA deal that was actually over two, whole rounds ago.âÂ
âFine,â he sighs dramatically in resignation and this time you do let the giggles bubble out of you. You can't remember the last time you allowed yourself to justâŚhave fun before meeting the man next to you after one too many glasses of wine and swiping on Tinder.Â
Minho had been incessantly nagging you to put yourself out there after things crashed and burned with your ex-boyfriend of five years. Saying that you were wrecked after he broke up with you last year would be putting it kindly. You're honestly not sure how you survived that but, a stubborn man who is arguably more cat than human and who loves you more than he'll ever admit likely had something to do with it.Â
âThe best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. Or, on top of them. Whatever works for you.â His advice was pretty horrible but, after spending these handful of months with Changbin, you can't say it totally sucked.Â
You're startled out of your thoughts by a firm hand on your thigh, plush lips kissing along your jaw. You're not sure exactly when he moved but, you aren't complaining. Placing your controller down and letting your fingers run along his purple locks.Â
âI really like this colour,â you say a little breathlessly, letting him push you down onto his couch and make himself comfortable between your thighs. You've found that it's incredibly easy to get in the mood when it comes to Changbin. A few kisses and groping at his massive arms and you're ready to go. Â
He laughs softly against your neck, eager hands shoving your shirt up and exposing your breasts to the cool air of his apartment, âI've noticed. If I was a more insecure man, I think you cumming extra hard the first time you fucked me after I dyed it would hurt my feelings,â he muses against your skin, his warm breath combined with the way his firm hands gently knead your tits causing your mind to grow hazy and your clit to buzz to life.Â
âI mean, it's still you that made me cum so, there's no real reason to feel insecure anyway,â you respond with a snort, arching into him when his soft lips press firmer kisses along your collarbone. Usually endearing eyes becoming heavier with desire with every second his mouth and his hands remain on your more than willing body. âTrue but, a lesser man would,â he replies, sounding increasingly more uninterested in this conversation and instead focusing on your hardened nipples and spanning as much of his hands as he can along your waist.Â
You can't say you blame him. The fog creeping into your mind worsens when his warm mouth eventually takes the plunge and envelopes one of the nipples he's been sneaking glances at since you showed up braless hours ago. The determination to make sure you're enjoying yourself is one of your favourite parts of Changbin, as selfish as that may be. He's purposeful, even in moments where his passion overrides the rational side of his brain. His fingers experimenting with how to caux the most visceral reactions from you, his mouth testing to see how soft or hard you like it. Even all these months later, his curiosity and desire to see just how much and in how many ways he can make you feel good makes your head spin.Â
The light drag of his teeth along your nipple causes your entire body to jolt. Your pussy clenching around nothing when his heavy gaze finds your lidded one through the wisps of his purple hair. God, it looks so fucking good on him. The memory of you two fucking each other close to unconsciousness the first day you saw him sporting it is a fond one and, makes for phenomenal spank bank material when he's too busy to let you bounce on his cock or fold you in half. Not one to be outdone, however, your hands drift from where they'd been clingy to his ridiculously hot shoulders (seriously, you never knew shoulders could be this attractive) to palm his biceps greedily. Changbin knows what his arms do to you. He knows just how stupid they make you and, you're 99% sure he wore this shirt that clings to him like a second layer of skin for that reason.Â
It's so incredibly easy to lose yourself in the ministrations of his mouth and his hand and his delectable body. To lose yourself in him. Goosebumps rise in his wake as one of his hands hurriedly moves down your overheated body until it reaches the waistband of your tiny shorts. He isn't the only one who's picked up on a weakness or four during the months you've been frequenting each othersâ beds. You learned fairly quickly that Changbin is obsessed with your ass and thighs and, will attach himself to them whenever you give him the chance. It's done wonders for your confidence. Â
You'd pout at him for freeing your nipple from his mouth if he wasn't speeding his way down your body in record time. Every place he presses a wet, hurried kiss into burns and you know you don't really have any ground to complain because anticipation simmers in your veins when he helps you get rid of your shorts and discard them unceremoniously onto his floor. His eagerness might be your favourite characteristic of his, actually. He really acts like if he doesn't get his mouth on your pussy, he'll simply perish. Evidenced by the way his hungry gaze locks onto your dripping folds and he makes himself comfortable on his stomach. If your clit throbs at the sight of his arms flexing as they grip your spread thighs, that's between you and yourself.Â
âYou know, you never have to win a bet in order for me to eat you out,â he says, voice hoarse and heavy, the faintest hints of his breath hitting your bare pussy prompting your thighs to quiver. Glancing down at him, it takes a herculean amount of effort not to just grip him by his roots and shove him into you but, you persist, âI know,â you breathe, your fingers lacing themselves in his hair and toying with it, âbut, it feels even better when you do it after I've won one of our little bets,â you finish with lopsided smile that you're certain is dripping with smugness.Â
The whimper that escapes his plush lips is almost as satisfying as finally feeling him touch you. Changbin is excited and messy when he eats you out. He does it without abandon and without much build up. His fingers are determined to leave themselves imprinted into your thighs with how harshly he's holding onto you. His display of strength fueling you to tighten your grip in his hair and tilt your hips until there's virtually nowhere for him to go. Not that he'd want to go anywhere else based on the way he lavishes your clit with licks and his spit. The vibrations from his groans adds to the tension building in your entire body, shuddering moans of his name and an array of colourful curse words spilling from your lips.Â
Your grip on his hair grows harsher when he sucks on your clit, albeit gently. If the pain is too much for him, he doesn't show you any indication of that. If anything, his mouth is even more determined and he drags you closer to him. You've always wondered in the back of your mind if just watching how strong he is would be enough to make you cum. You should really test that hypothesis one day. If nothing else, it would breed interesting results.Â
His tongue presses into your clit in time with one of his sucks, forcing you to focus your attention back on the very hot man smearing your wetness on his face while the character selection screen watches on. His eyes haven't left you once. The lust in them is palpable and, your stomach twists pleasantly with the knowledge that he wants you just as much as you always want him. Even as your hold of his beautiful hair grows more frantic and harsh. Even as he uses his strength to hold you down so that he can make out with your pussy to his heart's content. Even when your own eyes flutter shut and the waves grow increasingly higher. His eyes never stop watching you.Â
You're almost certain that and a hard press of his tongue are eventually what do you in.Â
Changbin is never one to quit. He keeps kissing and lapping at you even through your oragsm, although not nearly as intensely as he was a minute ago. The buzz you feel to the very tips of your fingers is prolonged every time his soft lips press themselves into you and he loudly moans into your dripping folds. It's only when you weakly pull at his strands and tiredly call his name that he finally relents. Leaving your clit with a final kiss that makes you giggle. He truly loves to do the most.Â
âCome here,â you gently command and he follows willingly. You kiss him lazily. Your tongue in search of every bit of your taste on his. Hands leisurely feeling as much of his firm torso and plump ass as they can. You smile into him when he jumps as your hands make their way under his too-tight shirt. Still, he lets you peel him out of it. Only separating from your mouth briefly so he can toss it somewhere to be forgotten about until after the two of you have exhausted each other.Â
The sight of his bare chest causes your slick walls to clamp down painfully around nothing. The outline of his thick cock through the sweats low on his hips makes you realise, rather viscerally, just how empty you are and how much you'd very much like to be filled. Now.Â
âWhat are youââÂ
His question dies on his tongue when you successfully maneuver yourself onto all fours. His quiet âfuckâ brings a smile to your face. It's always fun using his weaknesses against him.Â
âYou look shit, you look so hot like this,â he practically whines, shuffling behind you in record time. Based on the rustling of his sweats and the lack of clothing joining the mess on his floor, you assume he just haphazardly tugged them down enough to free his cock. The image causing saliva to pool in your mouth and more of your wetness to trickle down your sticky, inner thighs.Â
âThat's very sweet of you to say, baby,â you coo, shooting him a look over your shoulder that prompts his cock to jump. Cute. âNow are you just going to stare at my ass or are you planning to actually fuck me?â You ask with a saccharine edge to your tone, swaying your hips for good measure.Â
You bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too hard at his overeagerness. He shuffles closer to you in record time, placing a warm, firm hand on your hip while the other guides his fat tip to your pulsing hole. Whatever amusement you were feeling quickly dissipates when he starts to push into you. His hand shaking with every inch of himself he sinks into you. The stretch is always so fucking good with Changbin. Despite who knows how many times you've let him split you open, the first few strokes always take a bit of adjusting.Â
âHow are you always so tight?â He gasps out when his thighs finally meet the backs of yours. Both of his hands grabbing your hips fiercely in an attempt to ground himself as he shallowly thrusts into you. âAnd so fucking wet,â he groans, his entire body vibrating with the effort it takes not to cum immediately. You've learned that Changbin's stamina is simultaneously impressive and terrible. Terrible in that it honestly doesn't take all that much to make him cum. And impressive in that it only takes a few minutes until he's hard and ready to go again. It adds to the myriad of reasons he's so fun to fuck.Â
âI'll tell you when you tell me how your cock always fills me ah, Binnie,â you mewl in response, your lashes fluttering when he picks up his pace and starts to stretch you out properly. His only response is a guttural moan and snap of his hips that forces you forward onto his couch's armrest. The smile on your face must look delirious with how fantastic he's making you feel, down to the very tips of your toes. You love when he gets desperate. Your walls sporadically clamping down on him with every ramble he mutters into the skin of your back and the sweaty, hard hold he maintains of you.Â
âFuck,â he gasps when you intentionally tighten around him and push your ass back onto him, âYou're soâI'mâI'm close,â he heaves into your skin. His sweat drenched hair tickling your skin and his arms flexing around you with the effort it takes for him not to just cum into your perfect pussy. The constant twitching of his cock inside you is delicious and you feel like a woman possessed.Â
âBut Binnie,â you whine with a pout for good measure, batting your eyes at him over your shoulder, âIt was just getting so good. You know I love when you fuck me with this fat cock of yours,â you emphasise your point by pressing back against him. A cocktail of desire and delight sitting in the pit of your stomach watching the way his entire body shudders and said fat cock twitches non-stop.Â
âDon't you want to make me cum on it, bunny?âÂ
And just like he snaps within an instant.Â
Your moans are swallowed by the fabric of his couch, fingers clawing into the material as the obscene noises of his skin slapping against your and his cock bullying your pussy echo through his living room. But your favourite part is always the sounds. His deep moans intertwined with his fucked out whimpers always make you throb in the best, most lust-induced way possible. The haziness clouding your brain makes it difficult to catch everything he imprints into your skin but, what does hit your ears is more than enough to send one of your hands between your thighs and draw frenzied circles into your swollen clit.Â
He crumbles first with a broken, slurred moan of your name. His arms keeping you pressed to his hot, sweaty chest as his cock unloads rope after rope of cum into your more than ready pussy. The whines and jolts of his hips, pushing his release as deeply as he can into you, are what spark your own toe-curling orgasm. Well, that and a little help from your more-than-likely-pruney fingers. His grip on you tightens as your walls milk him for whatever he has left. You wouldn't be shocked if his hold on you was the only thing keeping you from completely floating up into the clouds.Â
For a moment, your respective, laboured breaths are the only sounds in his living room (besides the long forgotten Mario Kart, obviously). Changbin, to no one's surprise, recovers first and pulls out of you as gently as he can. You always hate this part. Still, you cringe a little when he does. He's still for a second after that and you feel a smile splitting your face in half.Â
âI can feel you staring,â you mutter, turning your head to look at him. There's no hint of shame to be found on his face and it just makes you smile harder.Â
âWell obviously,â he responds with a huff, âI have a very hot woman on my couch who just let me cum inside of her. Of course I'm going to stare,â he says as though you asked him the most basic question he's ever heard.Â
âYou're so unserious,â you snort.Â
âThat's why you like me so much,â he retorts with an incredibly cheesy eyebrow wiggle.Â
Well, he's not wrong.Â
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okay, yaâll hear me out. a cat demon reader who has a crush on alastor (unrequited) and is jst sittin at the bar with husk trying to talk her out of it
A/N: I didn't mean for this to be this long and I didn't mean for this to fade into what it did. But here we are and now I'm gonna have to write a part 2 for this too đ¤â¨
Word count: 1.1k (1,135)
Contents: unrequited love, alastor doesn't care about you đ, vox is involved but at the end, sad drunk reader turn angry, no use of y/n or pronouns, husk being a good shoulder to lean on
Little Pet [ Alastor(unrequited) x Reader â Vox x Reader ]
The static laced voice drove you crazy. His bloodlust was something you strangely found attractive. Alastor. You were in love with the radio demon. Your infatuation for him was the main reason youâre in the hotel since you thought itâd lead to the two of you becoming close.
But it didnât work. No matter what you did, none of your advances worked and you were too scared to go too far to the point where he distanced himself from you. Youâd bring him freshly-killed deer to his room. His delight made you think he was finally starting to warm up to you but heâd just accept your gift and kick you right back out so he can dine by himself.
You groaned at the other cat demon, Husk, who gave you a whole bottle of booze. âI want him so bad, Husk.â You whined before downing half of the bottle.
He rolled his eyes at you, âLook, that fucker isnât going to consider it.â He sighed at the sad look in your eyes, âI ainât ever seen him do any of that romantic shit. Heâs just not the one, kid.â
âWhy canât he be the one?â You frowned, alcohol dripping from the side of your mouth. You were a mess over this one-sided pining. âHim and I can rule together. We share the same passions, love watching desperate souls try just to fail, do things out of sheer boredom, and crave power! Everything, Husk! I even brought him fresh kill!â
Husk grimaced a bit at the last bit of your sentence but shook the expression off of his face, âYouâre gonna have to give up on it. This whole,â He gestured to you, âfront you got on right now is looking, well, pretty fuckinâ pathetic. Sorry to be harsh but itâs been, what? A year of pining now? And he hasnât even spared you a lovinâ glance.â Husk joined you and started to drink an entire bottle of some cheap booze he had.
It was true. Youâve been running, chasing and practically begging for him to return, or even acknowledge, your affections but he would just leave you alone in the dust. Youâd be lying if it didnât hurt. You take a new bottle off of the shelf behind Husk and popped it open, the cork flying off somewhere with a satisfying âpopâ sound. âThanks for the pep talk, Husk.â You pat his back, âIâllâŚtry to get over it. Youâre right. And thanks for the alcohol.â
He gave you a slight smile and nodded, âThe bartenderâs always here for you. Let me know if you need another round.â
As soon as you got to your room you slammed the door shut behind you before throwing yourself on your bed. You screamed into your pillow and kicked your legs iut of frustration. Your ears pinned down to your side as you flipped on your back. âWhat the fuck was I thinking?â You turned your head and caught a glimpse of your drunken, emotional self in the mirror. You laughed at your sad display. What were you thinking? Falling for an overlord like him? Heâd never return your feelings. You drink out of the bottle you took earlier. âFuckinâ lame.â You grumbled to yourself.
Maybe it was an attempt to distract yourself from your broken heart but you ended up scrolling through your phone all night long. You started off looking at the pictures you took with the staff and residents here. They made you smile but every single time you see a glitchy photo, your eyes immediately scanned for the red deer demon and your smile would dissipate into a frown. The more you see him, the more your frown would turn into a scowl. Maybe it was the alcohol but your adoration for him turned into irritation.
He could have at least given you an answer! Some kind of closure. But he just continued to be standoffish and mysterious. You didnât need him. You couldnât even take photos with him and you love taking photos. Who needs him anyways? Not you. Not anymore, at least. You got mad looking through your gallery and went on social media.
You scrolled through boring posts until your attention was caught in a VoxTek ad. You squint. Vox hates him and you never really understood why at first, but now you do. That pompous, red, deer-headed, old-timey overlord thinks heâs too good for others. You were done pining for him. Your anger sobered you up and erased your affections for the radio demon. You did so much for him! Followed his bidding and his commands with nothing in return, not even a little bit of praise. Youâve killed for him with no hesitation and he didnât even bother to look! You were done throwing yourself at someone who wonât appreciate your effort.
You look around your room. You didnât own a lot of things, only a couple drawers of clothes and maybe some little trinkets you got from Charlie littered your table. You look back down at your phone, staring at the photo of VoxTekâs CEO, Vox.
If there was anyone that could understand this newfound hatred, it would be him. If Alastor canât recognize you for your power now, then youâre just going to have to make him see you. Make him regret ignoring your obvious affections for him and leaving you hanging with no closure.
You pack your things and leave in the night. You left a note for everyone, except Alastor, apologizing for the sudden disappearance and stating you werenât necessarily ready for redemption yet. Before you headed out, you left a trinket for Husk as a thanks for constantly listening to your ramblings and helping you out of this hole you dug yourself.
You started to make your way to the Vee tower and as you walked with your backpack, you looked around for a VoxTek drone. As soon as you spot one hovering over the rooftops, you jump on anything that could help you get close to it. As soon as you made it up on the roof you stared right into the lens, determination on your face. You lightly tapped on it with your claw.
âVox? I know you can hear me. I know youâve seen me around the radio demon. But Iâm fucking done with that prick. Iâm leaving the hotel and going straight to your tower. I need you and your power. With me by your side, I promise you that youâll definitely get under that old fuckâs skin.â You grin at the camera and walk away, jumping rooftop to rooftop as you head towards the tower.
Vox heard and saw you. A sinister grin crept up on his face as he leaned back on his chair. He chuckled with amusement at your resolve, his left eye spiraling. âInteresting.â
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Tea!
Hey, I'm the anon who requested the drabble of bugsy realizing her feelings for spencer. Can you write a drabble based on what happened after spencer saw bugsy and the guy in her apartment?? I found the ending to have been quite abrupt and am genuinely curious as to how things were between them after that (I'm a sucker for angst). Hopefully you aren't also planning a BONUS chapter on this đđ if so, then I'll just shut up bcs I'm actually just spoiling shit atp.
THEN STRANGERS AGAIN | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [drabble]
description: Spencer thinks he and Bugsy may have invented Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and has gone wrong.
length: 1.1k
warnings: some small hints at mature content, but no actual stuff. angst? curses.
part of the trouble almost all my life universe
authors notes: finally finished my requests off thankyou for being patient with me, now who's ready to for the next TAAML update??
âWho is it, babe?â A deep voice spoke, and Spencer felt his face go green when he saw the adonis of a man who stood behind her, his chest littered with smudged lip gloss and bruises resembling her own neck trailing down to his crotch.Â
Her face was on fire when Spencer looked back at her, something betrayed in the hazel of his eyes which he knew was entirely illicit to feel in the circumstances, but it was true.Â
âFuck off, Renly,â She shoved him back behind the door, looking at Spencer like the friendship between them they were scrambling to salvage hung in the balance with whatever she said next. âYou remember Renly, my lab partner at Johns,âÂ
Spencer nodded, the image of her lips on his pubic bone wouldnât leave his mind, and he wondered what came after that, âI remember him,âÂ
She nodded back, and they went silent.Â
Theyâd found themselves back at that stalemate.
âIâm just gonnaâŚâ Spencer trailed off, something sharp and painful in his chest as he looked at her. This was ridiculous, he had Maeve to worry about. Maeve, who was crazy about him, who he had a date with not even half an hour ago, who soothed the wound Bugsy had left when sheâd moved to an entire other continent before he had a chance to tell her how he felt.
Except he did have a chance. Heâd had plenty of chances, heâd just been too chicken to take them. And maybe that was what had made him so angry seeing a man twice his stature flirting and touching and grabbing her, knowing what theyâd been doing before heâd interrupted. Maybe it was the fact he was irrefutably good looking, or that he was the kind of guy confident enough to call her babe and touch her so easily, or maybe it was the image of what she must have looked like underneath him to be as flustered as she was now. What had they been doing? Was he pleasuring her? Had she been teasing him? Had they been in the middle of full blown fucking?
Spencer didnât know. The kid who had tackled string theory when he was fourteen years old didnât know. And he didnât think he ever wanted to. A whole SchrĂśdinger's cat kind of fucked up where he knew exactly what theyâd been doing, and yet his felt something hurt well in his chest at the fact he didnât know at all.Â
He felt like his head might explode, or like he wanted to rip his big brain out and kick it to the curb with how fast it raced with thoughts and images and sounds that all resembled her.Â
âIâm just gonna go,â He spluttered, already turning to head down the millions stairs back to where heâd thrown his car into park, his footsteps clicking against the hard linoleum as he took them almost two at a time.
She didnât care that she had little more than underwear and a shirt on, didnât care that Virginia evenings had reached almost freezing at this point in the year. Bugsy didnât care, because Spencer seemed hurt, and that was her least favourite look on him.Â
âSpence!â She called, cursing when he didnât turn back, and sheâd barely had time to flick her door onto the latch before she was taking off after him, âSpencer, wait!
But he didnât listen, he couldnât. Not when he felt something close to tears welling in his eyes. Why was he getting upset? He was a grown man for fuck sake. He had three doctorates, a genius level IQ, and a job he adored. What did he have to be crying about?
He felt like he and Bugsy could only be described as Murphyâs Law, that everything about his day that could possibly have gone wrong between them did. That of course she was with some sort of adonis at this time of the evening, of course she was with someone else, because why wouldnât she be? She was attractive, and quick witted, and sharp as steel. And most importantly she wasnât his.Â
âSpencer, whatâs wrong?â She called, but his damn long legs were too fast for her, and heâd made it out the front door to her building before she could yell at him some more.Â
By the time she got to the lobby, he was already half way down the street, his head straight down at the floor, his bottom lip quivering.Â
The chill hit her like a stop sign as she ripped the door open, and she was quickly reminded how bare her legs were as she did so, her teeth gritting together. âSpencer!âÂ
But he didnât look back, and she half considered risking the public indecency charges, only to quickly be reminded of her lack of socks and shoes as she took an experimental step onto the pavement, cringing in pain when it felt painfully harsh to her skin.Â
Her stomach dropped. What had he wanted, coming to her at this hour when things had felt so odd and icky and wrong between them. Where was Maeve? Even the thought of the mystery girl made her face heat with annoyance, but Bugsy supposed that if Spencer was happy then she shouldnât feel so damn bitter all the time. It had been the whole reason sheâd brought Renly home, though bumping into him in the liquor store had been completely unintentional, because sheâd wanted to forget all about the guy who used to be her best friend who she couldnât have, who had a shiny new genius to hold his affections, to take the place sheâd thought was hers.Â
She should have known better. Bugsy should have known Spencer deserved so much better. Sheâd tried to dodge the fact of it in all the years theyâd known one another, but it was like the reality had hit her square in the face, and the wind whipping against her bare shins was a wake up call. If things hadnât been fucked up between them before, then they most certainly were now, all because sheâd been so stupid to think she could drown her affections and squeeze out her love for Spencer into another person. Â
An arm wrapped around her shoulder and a jacket was shrugged over her, and she looked up at Renly with a quivering bottom lip. She felt like sheâd been punched in the gut seeing Spencer so distraught, lost for words, lost in general. And despite her better judgement, for the sake of the fact sheâd never felt so alone, she let herself lean into Renlyâs warm stomach, his muscles rippling beneath her hands as she shoved her head into his pectoral, burying her face away in embarrassment, possibly to even forced the tears back into her sockets against their will.Â
âIs it complicated?â Renly asked, because heâd always been the gentle sort of giant, surprisingly kind for a guy who looked like he pounded roids non stop. Bugsy could have told him itâs because he was raised with a single mother and four sisters, but she wouldnât bother. Sometimes people were just the way they were, no profiling needed. He patted her back soothingly as if heâd heard what she was thinking.Â
She nodded, because nothing summed up Spencer better than complicated.Â
âYeah, itâs complicated,â She murmured, allowing him to kiss the crown of her head, because she was tired of licking her wounds alone, tired of being the one to beg for affection from people too good for her.Â
Spencer blinked back the tears the entire way home, cursing himself for the way his stupid, envious brain produced every image possible of the goliath man in her doorway who could squash his head like a coconut, wondering what they were doing now that they werenât interrupted. They were probably naked by now, probably-
Bugsy let Renly make her a green tea, and in turn he let her sulk and mope and didnât take it too personally when she made it clear that sharing a bed was as far as they were going tonight. There would be no more nudity than they already were, no more lustful kisses fuelled by cheap red wine and misguided intentions, no more pretending she was someone else entirely. There would nothing.
Because perhaps Spencer didnât know her as well as he used to, and perhaps that was entirely the problem.
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Closure Pt. 3
I'm taking requests! Please send you ideas in! I'd love to write them!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader
Warnings: swearing, anger, idk what else
Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave with you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.
Part Summary: Robin invites you over for a small get-together before you leave, little did you know Steve was also invited.
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Based on Taylor Swift's Song Closure. This was a request. I tried to make everything as general as possible. Pls let me know if missed something ty. Also Eddie did not die in this.
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
*****
It's just an hour. And it'll be nice to see everyone again. I mean, I haven't seen Robin in years. I wonder whatever happened with Vickie.
I press the doorbell of the older-looking apartment. A loud ring echoes from the other side of the door. Immediately, it's opened by an excited-looking Robin.
" You made it! " She grins, pulling me into a tight hug. Her hair's grown slightly but she still looks the same as she did in high school. " We have so much to catch up on. I haven't seen you in forever. "
" Of course I made it, Rob. I wouldn't miss this for the world. " I smile at the girl.
She leads me into the apartment, loud voices immediately flooding my ears. " Make yourself at home. There's snacks and games in the living room. And Eddie brought beer. There's a few people I invited that you might not know. I hope that's okay. "
" That's alright. I don't mind. "
" Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. " Eddie's playfully acts annoyed. His hands are on his hips, a pout on his lips. His arms support multiple new tattoos, some of which look fresher than others. " I thought you died. "
I roll my eyes. " Still alive and kicking. I see you're still a drama queen. "
Eddie gasps. " Am not. "
" It's good to see you, Ed. " I grin while hugging the slightly older man. " How's the band? "
" Better than ever. " Eddie pulls out a folded sheet of paper from his black jeans. He opens it, revealing this band logo on the very top. " We're playing multiple venues now. And we've been asked to go meet with some exec hot shots for a record label. " His excitement is evident in his tone. " We fucking did it, Y/N. "
" I'm so proud of you! "
The doorbell rings and Robin jumps up from her spot on the couch to answer the door.
A few muffled voices make their way down the hallway as Robin brings the guests further into apartment.
" What about you? What've you been up too? Livin' good up in the big city? " Eddie asks. His arms are splayed out comfortably on the top of the sofa behind him. His legs are lazily crossed out in front of him, his posture very casual.
I don't get to respond. A voice behind me grabs my attention.
" Y/N? "
I know that voice.
Steve.
I turn my head to see the man I'd been hoping to avoid for days now.
Fuck.
Steve's eyes are wide in confusion. He looks slightly older but still just as attractive as he did all those years before. His hair is still styled the same, only slightly longer.
" Steve? " I mumble in surprise.
" You two know each other? " Robin asks, a smile on her face. She has no idea about us.
I nod stiffly. " We did a long time ago. "
A small movement behind Steve's shoulder grabs my attention. Nancy Wheeler peeks over his shoulder, curious to who I am.
" Oh my, Y/N? " Nancy smiles warmly.
Even better.
" Hey, Nancy. " I greet politely. Moments ago this apartment felt fun and casual. Now it feels absolutely suffocating.
I thought I was done with Steve. I threw his shit away. Why is this bugging me so much? He's a stranger now.
Then why does he feel so familiar?
The doorbell rings again and Eddie lets out a grown. " How many people did you fucking invite, Robin? At this rate the whole towns gonna be here. "
" Shut up. It's the pizza. I'll be right back. " Robin rolls her eyes before disappearing into the hall.
" Didn't you two used to date? " Eddie asks out of the blue, pointing to Steve and I.
" Uh, yeah. " Steve nods awkwardly.
Eddie looks between Nancy and Steve. " Shit, you two dated too! "
Ten points to fucking sherlock over here. Really solving all the worlds greatest mysteries.
" Man, that's awkward. "
" You think? " I glare over at him. Of course, he had to bring that shit up, didn't he.
The room grows quiet. Nancy and Steve sit side by side on the ground across from Eddie and I. A small brown coffee table separates us, thankfully putting some distance between everyone.
" Who fucking died in here? Why are you guys so quiet? " Robin asks while carrying the pizzas in. " This is supposed to be a game night, guys. Not a sit-awkwardly-on-the-floor-in-weird-silence-and-stare-at-the-floor night. " She places the pizzas on an empty area on the coffee table. " I'm gonna grab some plates and napkins. When I come back I want everyone talking. " She playfully orders.
" So..." Eddie drags out the word awkwardly. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a small baggie filled with long white rolls. " Anyone want some weed? "
" You're not smoking weed in my apartment Munson! " Robin shouts from the kitchen.
This is going to be a long night.
*******
" I'm gonna go get some air. " I take one last swig of my beer before standing up.
Who knew Eddie and Robin were so competitive when it came to twister?
They don't seem to hear me over their loud trash-talking. Robin cackles loudly as she manages to contort her body somehow to get her arm onto a green circle. " It's alright, old man. You can give up now. We all know you've got fragile bones. "
" Shut the fuck up. You're just salty I kicked your ass at uno. " Eddie's voice dies down as I make it outside.
Outside is cold and quiet but it's a nice change from the loud environment inside. It's pretty late. Everyone is tucked in their houses, away from the streets.
I'd spent the last two hours debating if I should go home. Every time I'm about to say I need to go, thoughts about how I wouldn't need to leave if I didn't still feel sad about Steve start to pop up.
" Can we talk? "
" What's there to talk about, Steve? You sent me a letter. I read it. We're fine. " I reply stiffly.
" You never replied. " Steve steps out further onto Robins' front porch. He leans against the railing a step's length away from me.
I don't bother to look at him. " I didn't feel like it. I'm not into the whole letter thing. You know that. "
I've never been a fan of writing letters. It feels less personal than talking to someone else in person or on the phone.
Steve lets out a small sigh. From the corner of my eye, I spot the steam of his breath from the cold pre-winter air. " I'm sorry. "
" You broke my heart, Steve. " Anger bubbles in my chest. " You fucking broke it. Why did it take you so long to write to me? Why didn't you try to call? " I look over at him.
" I didn't know where you lived. You moved across the country, how was I supposed to get in contact with you? " Steve asks, his eyes staring into mine.
" That's bullshit Steve and you know it. If you really fucking wanted to you would've tried to get ahold of me. I was still at home the entire summer after graduation. You could've asked my mom for my number or-fuck even my address. You had options and you chose not to do anything. How am I supposed to believe you? " I feel my face heat up from anger.
" Admit it, Steve. You sent me that fucking letter because you feel guilty. You're ashamed of yourself. You wanted to smooth things over, make yourself feel better. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready to pretend nothing ever happened yet. It wasn't just the fact that you broke up with me, Steve. We were friends. Best friends, at least I thought so. You just threw our friendship away. " I let out a bitter laugh. " And the ironic part was you were worried that you telling me how you felt would ruin our friendship. No, you did that when you let other people's opinions into our relationship. "
" I was a fucking coward, Y/N! What do you want me to say? " He asks desperately. " I lived off of the opinions of others and that ultimately cost me the best fucking thing that happened to me. " He grips the cold railing in front of us tightly. " I lost you because I was too scared to be myself and I will never forgive myself because of that. " He sighs. " I don't want you to forgive me, Y/N. I just want to know you're okay. "
" I'm not okay, Steve. I-I'm so conflicted. " I gesture to the man. " I still love you and I'm so fucking angry about it. I shouldn't still love you but I do. "
" I still love you to. " Steve replies honestly. " I haven't stopped thinking about you. I wonder what you're up to and who you've become all the time. "
I miss him too.
" What do we do? " I ask after a moment of silence.
Steve shrugs. He looks defeated. " I don't know. "
" Are you and Nancy dating again? " I ask quietly.
Steve shakes his head. " What? No. We're just friends. We haven't dated since the end of Senior Year. She's with Jonathan. "
We fall into another silence.
" I'm not ready to date you again. I don't know if I ever will be. " I begin.
Steve nods sadly. He shoves his hands in his pockets. " I completely understand. "
" But I'm willing to try to be friends again. Only friends. "
Steve's eyes light up. " Really? " A small smile of relief breaks onto his face. " Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to better than last time. I'll treat you better than last time. "
" This doesn't mean your forgiven, it just means I'm willing to try. "
Steve nods. " I get that. I won't let you down. "
Is this stupid?
Probably.
Will I get my heart broken again? I don't know.
But we only live once and who knows where this could go. Maybe Steve has changed. Maybe he's a better man.
I guess we'll see.
Steve Harrington, please don't break my heart again. Please.
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Checkmate ⢠Joel Miller
â˘ď¸ we got some canon typical violence babyyy ⢠karma doing her thing except karma is the reader ⢠swearing ⢠sexual assault (past but not just reader) ⢠little men get their feelings hurt ⢠Tommy and Joel redemption arc ⢠nothing explicit but we got some sexy words ⢠return of soft Joelâ˘ď¸
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This is part three of Cat and Mouse. I hope you all are as ready as I am for the big finale (if it sucks donât tell me) thank you for all the reading, commenting and reblogging đ§Ą
You were sat in your rocking chair when you got your first visitor of the morning. You didnât look up when your gate slammed open but the distinct sound of loading and cocking your shotgun made the footsteps pause in place.
Abdul was breathing heavy, his hands clenched into fists. You raised an eyebrow at him, still rocking slowly. The shotgun was pointed at him but he took another step forward. You stopped rocking. âWe had an agreement.â
âThat you broke.â You reminded him. You werenât quite sure why the men you had slept with thought you would just forget their plights. The horrible things they had done. âYou ran your mouth so I ran mine.â
âI didnât fucking say anything to anyone!â Abdul spat at you and you leaned forward in your chair, steadying yourself and the shotgun when he took another step. He retreated slowly and you leaned back again. âYou never had a problem with me talking to the other men before.â
âI never had to hear it back before. You took a risk. Silly. I know if I had a secret like yours then I wouldnât have risked my place in Jackson.â You winced and he stalked forward again. Before he could reach your porch you were on your feet, gun aimed. He paused again. âGet off my fucking property and start packing. Cause I know ainât no one gonna take too kindly to you for being the reason Jack never came back from patrol.â
âTheyâll kill me, you know? Heâs got two brothers and theyâll kill me.â Abdul told you and you smiled. âYouâre a sick fucking bitch.â
âI didnât murder anyone who wasnât trying to murder me first.â You shrugged, pulling a face. Abdul was pulling at his hair now, staring you down. âYou should also know I had to tell them about Aidanâs involvement. So heâll probably kill you too.â
âIâm gonna fuckin-â A warning shot stopped him in his tracks and you were loading and racking the shot gun again in seconds, staring him down.
âYouâve done enough. Get off my property.â
///
You sat on your porch all day, rocking slowly in your chair. You had many visitors call by, not all of them as hostile. You hadnât shared anything from the men who hadnât deserved it. No one needed to know Luca had some weird kinks or that Nick had accidentally set the barn alight last year while smoking in there.
Neither of those things were bad, just frowned upon in general and enough to embarrass them. But the others, you were done keeping secrets that were harmful for the others. You werenât letting them keep their good reputation while dragging yours through the dirt.
Jackâs brothers called by to confirm your rumors. You had told them everything you knew and apologized for not telling them sooner. They were mad, understandably so but they thanked you for telling them and not letting them wonder forever.
Abdul, Aidan and Jack had been patrolling together in the nearest town. There had been a fight, something petty and Abdul had knocked Jackâs head. Heâd died on impact but of course they couldnât leave his body there to be found. Aidan had helped bury Jack and together they concocted the lie of a group of runners taking Jack out.
âYou got the whole town on fire.â Tommy Miller stood at your gate but he didnât dare open it. You appreciated that much, your shotgun resting on your lap. You stared at him, waiting for the verdict. âCan I come in?â
âYou gonna kick me out of Jackson?â You asked and he shook his head. âThen come in.â
Tommy pushed in the gate and made his way up onto your porch. He took a seat on your bench and wiped a hand over his face. You watched him for a second and noticed the exhaustion on his face. His knuckles had been split and scabbed on his right hand.
âI didnât have anything to tell when it came to you.â You felt the need to defend yourself to a man who had no problem discussing you with half the town.
âMaybe you should.â He sat back and stretched his arms out along the length of your bench. You blinked at him, unsure if that was supposed to sound like a threat or the Miller men were terrible at voicing things. âYou probably know Joel and I, we used to be raiders.â
âEveryone knows that.â You agreed and he nodded his head slowly, releasing a sigh. âWeâve all done things we regret before Jackson. Before we knew there was a version of civilization left.â
âYeah. We never hurt kids and we only killed women who tried to kill us or who wouldnât walk away.â Tommy explained and you nodded, rocking yourself slowly. âLearned some pretty terrible skills during that time. If information was needed, the Miller brothers were guaranteed to get it.â
âNo offense but this ainât news, Tommy.â You reminded him and he nodded. He lowered his right arm, looking at his busted knuckles. âAnd Iâm waiting for someone.â
âHe wonât be coming.â Tommy sounded so definite. So sure of himself. You blinked at him and he flexed his busted hand. âYou know I keep asking myself, what if it was Maria or my daughter or Ellie? And I shouldnât be thinking like that. It shouldnât have to be someone important to me personally for it to matter. And it doesnât, I want you to know it doesnât.â
âI donât understand.â You sighed and Tommy nodded again, a distracted sort of movement like he wasnât even aware he was doing it.
âWhen you came to town I heard some of what had happened to you. Women talk, you know? Maria had told me half a story about how you had been hurt.â You recoiled away from him and he nodded again. âYeah, I ainât proud of it. I knew some of that but I still let the men talk the way they did. I didnât get all that involved until it was my brother. I didnât want you taking revenge on him because I knew he would never do that to a woman. He didnât deserve your ire.â
âI never wanted to-â
âIt donât matter. Even if you did. I shouldâve kept my mouth shut, stirring the shit. I brought Joel out a week or so ago with Abdul and Nolan. Let them talk to him. I thought it would help him get over this little fling you had.â Tommy scoffed before sighing heavily. âI shouldâve been in your corner. Not your opposition. I made a mistake. Nolan was a good friend of mine. I let him hold my daughter, you know? I ainât afraid to admit I was sick last night when I heard. Physically sick. And if I felt like that then how the hell have you been feeling?â
âWas.â You repeated and Tommy tilted his head, the confusion plain to see on his face. âNolan was a good friend of yours. Thatâs what you said, past tense.â
âWell he ainât anyoneâs anythinâ anymore.â Tommy promised you, his right hand splayed out for you to see. âYou walked into the Tipsy Bison and you whispered your little stories last night. Just over an hour later Nolan left Jackson. He went home, he packed his things and he left. He didnât get far.â
âTommy, maybe you shouldnât tell me.â You hesitated and Tommy laughed without humor. âI got a big mouth, you know?â
âI know and if you want to tell people there ainât much I can do to stop you. But I talked enough about you to know that you deserve the upper hand here. If I get kicked outta Jackson for it then thatâs on me.â Tommy admitted and you nodded slowly. âWell, Joel and I used those special skills of ours. We got him to tell us what he had done and then we left him so mangled that his own momma wouldnât know him.â
You stopped rocking the chair, shotgun forgotten in your lap as you stared at Tommy, jaw dropped. âYou killed him?â
âYou think he deserved to live?â Tommy asked, eyebrow raised. âHe was a threat to Jackson and he was a threat to you. I let it go on too long and I wonât lie that I did it to ease my own conscience a little bit. I donât want you worrying about the creatures in the dark no more. I donât want you hurting yourself to feel safe.â
You stared at Tommy in silence, absorbing his words. Nolan had obviously told Tommy everything, including what you had been getting out of the whole arrangement. You couldnât help the tears that gathered on your waterline, sniffling pathetically. âFive years.â
Tommy didnât speak, waiting for you to clear your throat. âI spent five years chained to that bed and most nights I wake up thinking Iâm still there. I got aches in my shoulder that wonât ever go away. I could barely walk when Lou and I got out.â
Tommy winced and you inhaled shakily, sniffing again. âI donât get nightmares when thereâs someone there with me.â
âIâm sorry you had to go looking in the wrong places for that comfort.â Tommy sighed, clasping his hands together. âWe shoulda been helping you since day one. You just seemed so put together from the moment you arrived.â
âI didnât mean to be like this.â You wiped at your tears. âI wasnât, not at first. I was happy to have escaped and Nolan was so sweet at first. I thought it was just my hang ups that made it so he needed to talk me into things. I didnât have nightmares so it couldnât have been bad, right? I guess he got sloppy, didnât wait âtil I was all the way asleep one night.â
Tommy winced, his knuckles on his left hand white with the pressure in his grip. His right hand bled again from his injuries. âIâd kill him again.â
âJoel wasnât like them. It was so infuriating.â You told Tommy and he looked up from his hands. âI gave him every challenge. He just kept getting better each time I saw him. I put some distance between us because I knew I didnât want him to tell me anything. Didnât want that power over him. I wanted him in the way that I havenât ever wanted anyone.â
âHeâs a good guy. My brother. He ainât perfect but he lives and dies for the people he loves. And I hear he got a little fan of yours on his hands. She once told me sheâd cut my foot off and shove it up my own ass if she heard me talk bad about you again.â Tommy told you and you laughed wetly, wiping away the last of your tears.
âSheâs a good kid. Scary but good.â You told Tommy who nodded in agreement. The pair of you stayed on the porch another while. You didnât speak but together you watched the Sun begin to set.
âYou wonât be getting no more visitors looking to wish you harm. Itâs safe to go inside.â Tommy promised when the streetlights of Jackson flickered to life. âIf anyone gives you any hassle you can come to me. I wasnât in your corner before but right now Iâm helping you outta the ring. Your fight is over.â
âWill you see him?â You asked Tommy when he stood, stretching his arms out. He looked out over your view of Jackson before answering you.
âNot before you do, Iâd hazard a guess. I heard the little monster is chomping at the bit to get over here. Joel just managed to stall her into tomorrow morning.â Tommy laughed and you nodded, still rocking yourself slowly. âAbdul left along with Aidan sometime mid afternoon. About ten minutes later Jackâs brothers headed out to bring their brother home. There ainât anyone here a threat to you anymore. Get some rest.â
///
You had slept the whole night through. It wasnât until impatient knocking on your door sounded through the house that you woke up. One glance out your window found Ellie standing back with her hands on her hips, squinting up at your bedroom window.
You rolled your eyes and pulled on your robe, trying the belt tightly. You wouldâve preferred a chance to get ready before being forced to endure company. When you opened your front door you found Ellie, almost tapping her toe in annoyance.
Just Ellie. No Joel. You couldnât help being a little disappointed.
âI have a crush on you.â Ellie announced and pushed inside, heading for your sofa to drop against the cushions. âReject me so I can move on with my life.â
âYouâre a literal child. Iâm an adult. Never going to happen.â You assured her and she sighed, clutching her heart. âSorry, Kiddo.â
âI needed to hear it. Iâll never emotionally recover but itâs better it happened now.â Ellie sighed despondently and then laughed loudly, sitting up.
âSeriously. Youâre fucking awesome. You gave those fuckers everything they deserved.â Ellie grinned, tossing her feet up onto your coffee table. You stared at them until she let them back down again. âSorry.â
âItâs okay.â You assured her before taking a seat on the armchair. âItâs public knowledge, huh?â
âWhat they did to you and Jack is. I donât think everything else is. I heard Joel and Tommy talking last night.â She explained and you nodded, crossing your arms.
âHe was supposed to come over this morning, later than this. But he got called to fill Abdulâs patrol shift.â Ellie explained and you nodded slowly. âNot even gonna pretend, huh? You got it bad for him.â
âJoel was different.â You explained and then blushed. This was a fourteen year old girl you were talking to.
âThatâs why you pushed him away. What you meant when you said you wouldnât punish him. You didnât want to learn anything about him.â Ellie sighed as if all the puzzle pieces were clicking together. âBut he thought it was all just a big game. Oh my god, why can adults never just talk?â
âBecause where would the fun be?â You asked and she laughed, shaking her head. âI didnât do much talking before this week. Think itâs time I start.â
âOnce it ainât any more secret telling. Think Jackson will fall apart.â Ellie sighed.
âI donât have any more secrets to tell.â You shrugged and Ellie looked up at you almost shyly. âI would never betray you. Youâll tell people when youâre ready.â
âJoel doesnât know.â She told you and you nodded. âWe donât talk about those things. He wouldnât be mad. I just canât walk right up to him and say it.â
âYou can, actually. You can walk up, tell him you both have the same taste in women and then walk away again.â Ellieâs heavy mood fell apart and she laughed loudly. âIâd pay to see it.â
âWell itâs certainly an idea.â Ellie sighed and you grinned at her. âNow why donât we make breakfast. I didnât eat cause I wanted to get here sooner.â
///
Joel called round for Ellie when he got back from patrol. Like his brother he waited at the garden gate, calling attention to himself by clearing his throat.
âWhy donât you head on home. Let me and Joel have a chat.â You encouraged Ellie and she nodded, closing the book she had been reading and hopping up off the bench. âYou can come on up.â
He watched Ellie pass him, barely nudging him with her arm and a hissed whisper you probably werenât supposed to hear. âDonât fuck this up.â
You chuckled at her and waved when she shut your garden gate behind her. She waved back and took off while Joel slowly climbed the porch steps.
âThink I owe you an apology.â Joel muttered quietly and you raised your eyebrows, waving your hand to the bench. âI know I owe you one.â
âWell itâs a good thing you called by today. Yesterday my visitors were greeted with the business end of my shotgun.â You told him as he took a seat. âIâm feeling a little more receptive today.â
âI took their word over yours. I was rude and I was just like every one of those assholes.â Joel listed and you nodded at him. You wouldnât deny it to help his hurt feelings. âBut you let me believe it.â
You drew up short and blinked at him. He looked up from his boots to meet your eye. He didnât look away when you stared at him. âExcuse me?â
âI have a lot to apologise for. Iâll spend a long time tryinâ to make up for it all.â Joel promised. âBut you were playing a game. At least in the beginning. How was I to know that changed?â
âYou lied to me to get me to sleep with you.â You accused and he only shook his head. âYou said it yourself. You wouldâve promised anything.â
âYeah, I wouldâve. And I wouldâve come through on those promises. I didnât phrase it all that great but I meant it. I usually fuck a woman and head home. I donât wait around for mornings.â Joel explained and you deflated. âYou were the first one I wanted to wake up next to. I got scared. Itâs been a while, we donât know each other all that well.â
âOh.â
Oh.
âSo I reckon if youâd like to, we do it properly this time. We go out for dinner, we laugh and drink and I drop you off at your door and kiss your cheek goodnight. I get to know you first.â Joel spoke softly.
âWhat if you donât like me once you get to know me?â You asked quietly and Joel breathed a laugh.
âI donât think thatâs possible, Sweetheart.â
///
âNow what sort of a date is the Tipsy Bison?â Joel asked with a laugh and you blinked at him. You hadnât ventured out much in the last few days, scared of the reception that awaited you. No one treated you any different so far and you had remarked to Joel that you were hoping it would be the same in the bar.
âI mean, the only one?â You offered with a look. Jackson was a life saving town, a different world. But a commune didnât exactly keep cute dates in mind when they were building amenities.
âIf youâre unimaginative, maybe.â Joel sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulder. âBut me baby, Iâm imaginative. So you wait right here, Iâll just be a second.â
He dipped inside and you looked around, wary of being on your own. You knew rationally there wasnât anyone left to harm you. You hadnât ever claimed to be rational though.
âOh, I was hoping Iâd see you.â Jackson was a couple hundred people big these days. You wouldnât ever lie and say you knew everyone. You certainly didnât know the woman that had appeared by your side. She was young, maybe her early twenties and she had big doe brown eyes. âI donât usually come out of the shop often but Iâve been coming down every day to see if I could catch you.â
âIâm sorry, I donât, I canât seem to-â you struggled with your words, trying to find a phrasing that wouldnât hurt the young womanâs feelings.
âNo one knows me, not really. Iâm the newer seamstress. Iâve only been here a couple months but I tend to stay in the shop. Still getting used to the crowds.â She explained with a shrug. âJackson can be a lot when you grew up with the world outside.â
âItâs a lot even if you didnât.â You assured her and she laughed, almost self conscious. You stared at her, eyebrows raised and hoped sheâd get to her point.
âI uh, well I donât know. I was dating Nolan. Maybe not dating? We didnât go out much. Stayed in, thatâs how he liked it.â She explained and you felt it, the plummet of your heart down into your stomach. You knew what was coming and something told you that you were going to cry.
âPlease donât. Please donât tell me he hurt you.â You begged. Your knees threatened to give out and your hands went slick with sweat. You had waited, you had kept his secret and he had done it to someone else.
âI could never prove it. I never caught him. It would just hurt in the morning.â She explained, almost shyly. You stared at her, your eyes brimming with tears. âYou made sure it stopped.â
âNo I didnât. I let it happen.â You whispered and she shook her head, her hands waving in front of her as if to try stop your tears. âI knew. I knew and I didnât stop it.â
âYou stopped it when it was time.â She assured you, her hand reaching out to clasp yours. âI didnât tell anyone either. Thereâs more of us, none of us told. Some from before you, even. Whoâd believe the disposable women?â
The weight of it crashed into you and your hand clenched around hers tightly. âI donât even know your name.â
âMeredith. My name is Meredith and you saved me. I would never have talked about it. I woulda just keep letting it happen until he got sick of me.â She explained and you nodded slowly but you couldnât stop crying.
âIâm sorry I didnât do it sooner.â You whispered and she only laughed kindly, pulling you close. âI shouldâve stopped him.â
âYou did. You were braver than we were.â She assured you, wrapping you in a hug. You held her tightly, this young woman who had suffered at the hands of the same man of you.
The door opened and you pulled away from Meredith, wiping your eyes before turning back to face Joel. He looked between the two of you warily, a bag in his hand. âEverything okay?â
âYeah, we were just talking.â You assured him and he nodded slowly, a hand reaching out for you. The knuckles of the hand you took were still healing from Nolan and you ran your free hand over them. âHe wonât be back. You know that?â
Meredith looked over Joel and focused in on his hand. She shut her eyes and exhaled heavily. Relieved. âIâm glad of that. Thank you. Thank you both.â
///
âYouâre not gonna just kiss me on the doorstep, are you?â Joel had taken you for a picnic down behind the greenhouses. You hadnât even known the grassy patch existed, right in the way of the setting sun. He had been the perfect gentleman, offering you wine and fruit to go with the food he had coerced Seth into putting together.
You wanted to jump his bones. You wanted to hear those moans again, whispers of how good you felt and grunts as he came, his fingers tightly gripping your hips. It was all you could think about while he had told you stories from a past life. Making you laugh while you throbbed between your legs.
âYou donât want a kiss?â Joel asked, your hand clasped in his as you approached your house. He was smiling gently and you wondered how you could have this after all the bad you had done.
âI want more than a kiss.â You told him and the smile disappeared, his eyes darkening. âI want you to hold me and fuck me and make me breakfast in the morning.â
âWe should take it slow.â Joel tried and you inhaled deeply, nodding a little.
âIf thatâs what you want then okay. I can wait. But Iâm ready when you are.â You told him and he groaned. You paused with him at your garden gate and you looked down at your clasped hands. âYou can go home. And weâll wait until youâre ready.â
You knew he was trying to be a gentleman, trying to backtrack and keep to your old rules but you didnât want him to. You wanted him in a way you had never felt for anyone before.
âI can just take care of myself.â You shrugged, reaching behind you to unlatch the gate. You took a step back when Joel blinked at you. You let his hand go and stepped back again. âJust me in my room. My hand between my legs and-â
You couldnât help but scream when you were suddenly airborne, landing over Joelâs shoulder with a loud laugh. âAlright alright. I get the picture. You need it bad. I need it bad.â
âYouâre an animal.â You laughed as he pushed in your unlocked door. He chided you for it just barely and when you only laughed at him he swatted at your ass.
âThatâs a delicate position youâre in, baby. I donât want no sass.â He warned and you couldnât help the giggle. It seemed he was the only person who made you laugh these days and you relished in it, swatting his own ass in return.
âSeems weâre both in a delicate position, Mr Miller.â You reminded him. He took the stairs two at a time and your laughter bounced off the walls.
âDonât threaten me with a good time, Honey.â He dropped you unceremoniously onto your bed and you stared up at him with a soft smile on your lips. âWell, what are you waitinâ for? Get those clothes off so I can get a taste of what I been missing.â
You never moved as fast, shedding your clothes while he pulled his off. There was clothes thrown everywhere and you were panting, taking him in. He was glorious. Broad and tanned, he wasnât cut with muscles like you would see in a movie. He was solid, he had real strength that made him broad and soft.
âI believe you wanted a taste?â You raised an eyebrow and he snapped from his staring.
âOh baby, I want more than a taste. I want you as a meal every damn day for the rest of my life. But sure, Iâll start with a taste.â
I feel like I could continue this universe. If anyone has any like short drabbles or blurbs feel free to request them maybe? Just little scenarios you want to see this couple face.
#the last of us#tlou#ellie williams#joel miller#soft joel miller#joel miller tlou#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x f reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel tlou
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pairing: wano!zoro x reader
summary: unfortunately, you have a crush on zoro and zoro is in love with someone else and so, cue: pining (or so you think)
wc: 3.3k
cw: fluff + reader smokes + potentially inaccurate wano arc details because I havenât caught up with the manga but i had to get this out sorry!!
a/n: i had to get this out of my head and i havenât written anything in a while and so reqs/ideas/feedback on asks are welcome!
Clinking glasses, boisterous laughter and sounds of revelry filled the air. The kingdom of Wano was celebrating the end of Kaidoâs reign and of the ill-famed prophecy coming to fruition after two long decades. As always, your crew was in the centre of the limelight. Luffy was predictably surrounded by piles of empty plates on one side and plates loaded with food on the other. Ussopp and Chopper were merry-making, Robin, Nami and Franky were engaged in conversation with Yamato-kun and Tsuru-san, Brook was playing with some children and you couldnât see Sanji anywhere. Probably escorting some damsel in distress somewhere, was your best bet. And in a corner of the room, surrounded by Kinâeâmon, Duke Dogstorm and Cat Viper was Zoro â all of them going through barrels of sake like running water. With the burden of Kaido off everyoneâs shoulders, everyone felt lighter, freer. So why was there a heaviness in your heart?
You excused yourself from the people around you and you went outside the room to take a deep breath. Maybe looking at the stars would remind you again how insignificant your troubles were. You chastised yourself for feeling the way you did when there were people that had lost their loved ones in the war and in the years preceding it, and once again you wished that matters of the heart could be reigned over by logic. Youâd carried a thing of sake with you and there were strains of faint music coming in from somewhere and so you took unladylike sips while staring up at the stars in the sky, willing all other thoughts out of your brain.
âOi, what are you doing out here?,â a familiar gruff voice rang out behind you. Jolted out of your thoughts and nearly choking on the sake, your eyes widened as you turned around to find Zoro. However, before you could get a word in, he spoke again, and your chest felt heavy again.
âShitty-cook was looking for you.â Oh. It was probably too much to have expected Zoro to notice your absence and come find out in the middle of a banquet with free-flowing sake. You shouldâve known better.
As if right on cue, another familiar voice filled with half-hearted anger and pure annoyance called out from a distance. âOi Marimo, where the hell have you been? Hiyori-chanâs been looking for you all night, how dare you keep a lady waiting?â Your heart lurched again hearing Hiyoriâs name and as Zoro turned around to face Sanji, Sanji spotted you. His tone changed immediately as he called out to you this time, sweetly and with no trace of earlier frustration, âHellooo YN-chan, didnât see you there! Are you enjoying the party? Was mosshead over here, bothering you?âÂ
âHaaa?!â
You let out a little laugh and a wave, with a smile you hoped was convincing enough, the same time as Zoro let out an accusatory curse.
âHey, Sanji! Iâm alright thanks, I was looking for you actually. Can I have a cigarette?â
âOf course, anything for you!â Sanji trips over himself trying to get out his pack of cigarettes and insists on lighting it for you. Having completed it, he turns around to see Zoro still standing there, staring at the two of you. âYou stupid Marimo, didnât I tell you Hiyori-chanâs waiting for you? Donât you have any manners? I canât believe she would pick you over me. Sheâs the most beautiful woman in the whole country, why would she even want a brute like you?! Donât keep her waiting, you ill-mannered animal!â Sanji all but kicks Zoro, as if sending him flying to Hiyoriâs feet might make up for however long sheâs been waiting. For a second it looks like Zoro and Sanji are going to butt heads for the nth time but Zoro simply twists his face into a scowl, decides against it and walks off, grumbling under his breath. You turn back to rest your elbows on the parapet as you watch the smoke billow away into the night sky.
âSo, Zoro and Hiyori, huh?,â you say with a little laugh.
Sanji lets out a scoff, takes a drag as if to compose himself, and then speaks, âCan you believe it?â
You donât answer him and the two of you finish your cigarettes in silence afterwards. You offer Sanji your remaining sake and he graciously accepts. The two of you walk back to the banquet hall and instinctively your eyes scan the room for Zoro â he is nowhere to be found. And then, cautiously and against your best interests, you scan the room for Hiyori â she is nowhere to be found either. You can feel the bile rising in your chest as you scan the room a third time, this time for signs of either of them, but nothing. Putting two plus two together, you walk into the room with a heavier heart than youâd left. Walking over to the banquet table, you grab two bottles of sake and go join the group nearest to you. Chopper was putting chopsticks up his nose and the entire group was in splits â it was easy to pretend you were having fun too.
Back on the ship, you try your best to give Zoro as wide a berth as possible and hope it goes unnoticed. In your defense, itâs nothing obvious â itâs not like youâre walking the other way when you see him. You didnât really want to either. Your heart might have been hurting but even then, you couldnât deny how good he looked doing push-ups on the deck of the Sunny. Well into his 500âs, brazenly shirtless, and sweat glistening like molten gold on his brown skin in the sunlight. Had you not been bothered about giving him some space, you likely wouldâve been staring at him shamelessly and Robin wouldâve passed a cheeky comment about flies going into your open mouth. With a heavy sigh, and a slightly heavier heart, you go back to the book you were reading.
Days pass like this, with you toeing a thin line doing your best to keep your distance while trying to not make it obvious to anyone. This was just a passing crush and from past experience youâd learned that the best, and probably only way, to deal with it was to bide your time and let it fade away on its own. You only wondered how long it would take this time, because there was a limit to the pangs of pain you could tolerate.
You were sitting in the crowâs nest, knees to your chest and cradling the book you were reading when a movement drew your attention to the door. Zoro walked in with weights and set them down on the floor next to you.
âShould I- do you need the room?â you asked getting ready to get up, hoping simultaneously heâd say yes and no to appease the two splits your heart was in.
âStay,â he grunted under his breath and he turned around and began setting up his equipment.
Long ago the two of you had come to an agreement to tolerate, and allow, only each other in this little sacred space the two of you had managed to create for yourselves on the Sunny. You reading in silence while Zoro worked out nearby was a near-natural occurrence for the two of you and naturally it often led to small talk, casual conversation and eventually playful banter. Youâd spent nights up here on watch, drinking from the secret alcohol stash that Zoro and you had hidden away underneath the floorboards. The more you thought about all the memories you have of the two of you in the room where you were, the more the awkwardness of the present moment was stifling, closing in your heart and squeezing it in desperation. It was too far gone now, there was no escape. If you left now, it would make it even more obvious so all you could hope for was that Zoro hadnât noticed anything out of the ordinary. Although with the way youâd tried to leave earlier⌠Zoro was an idiot but unfortunately, the bastard could be observant when he wanted to. It was all you could do to stare into the book in your hands, boring your eyes into the words on the page and registering none of them.
Wordlessly you slid back into place, watching him curiously as he arranged the weights on the racks with his back to you. Thanks to your efforts, you had never been alone with him ever since youâd left Wano. Youâd made it a point to always stay on the deck, with others in company and sight, to prevent yourself from the exact situation that you were in right now. You knew Zoro liked to train in the crowâs nest, but it was also your favourite place to read a book for similar reasons â it was quiet and far away from the chaos that the deck was almost always prone to.
Speaking of the devil, Zoro's voice cuts through the room, âAre you okay?â
âYeah, why wouldnât I be?â
âDunno, youâve seemed a little out of it ever since we left Wano.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know, we havenât- you havenât come up to the crowâs nest to read or anything,â
âOh.â Your heart flutters a little at the fact that he noticed, but the rational part of your brain shuts it down. Thatâs what a friend does. He cares about you, just not the way you do about him. âI uh- I wanted to give you some space.â
It was Zoroâs turn to look confused. âHah? Why?â
âI thought you might need some time to get overâŚ.â your voice dies down as the confusion in Zoroâs eyes increases. âGet over what?â The pure obliviousness almost makes you question yourself but for the sake of your sanity, you decide to press on. âOver Okiku-san?â you say softly. You see his eyes soften at the mention of her name.
âOh. Yeah, I visited her grave with Kinâeâmon before we left.â You nodded understandingly. âIf thatâs what youâre worried about, Iâm fine.â
âDo you miss her?â
âMiss her? I only knew her for a week.â
âThen⌠do you miss Hiyori-san?â
âHaaah?! How do you know about that? Did someone tell you? I bet it was Brook he has awful fucking timing. Just like that morningâŚ.â Zoro grumbled under his breath.
Your heart sinks a little as you recall heâs referring to the night that they slept together. You remember feeling devastated when Brook was telling you and Nami and you had to do everything in your power to act like it was scandalizing gossip and not like it felt like your heart was like a rock dropping rapidly into the sea. And it was happening again.
âNo one told me, I just⌠guessed. Iâm sorry,â you say softly, trying to stop tears from falling.
âWhat for?â
âIt must suck to leave someone you love behind.â A pause and then you offered honestly, âI donât know if I could do it.â
âWho did I leave behind?â
âHiyori-san?â
You could see the gears in his brain turning as he tried to put the pieces together, âAnd who do I love?â
âHiyori-sanâŚ.?â
âWhere the hell did you get that from?!â
âFrom you?!" Zoro continued to stare at you like you were spouting nonsense and so you added in your defense, "I thought she confessed to you on the night of the banquet!â
âShe did,â but before you could say anything Zoro spoke again, "But I turned her down.â
âOh. So it was Okiku-chan then?â
âHaaa?! Where are you getting any of this from?! Youâve been acting strangely ever since we left Wano and now you keep fuckinâ talking about me being with people I havenât ever thought about that way. Do you think Iâm like ero-cook over there, who falls in love with every single girl he meets? Is that really what you think of me?â
âNo,â you whisper, tears threatening to spill any moment now. Youâd never seen Zoro this annoyed, and never at you. Zoro turns around and starts putting his weights back, his back to you. âForget it, I just wanted to see if youâre okay but I donât know whatâs wrong with you.âÂ
Your heart sank to your knees and all the arguments you'd been using to not confess to him suddenly fell away. All that was left was your need to explain to Zoro that you'd never meant to piss him off, only to try and know who he liked because you liked him. You spoke before you realized you were doing it, and before you knew it the words had already left your wobbly lips in a shaky whisper.Â
âZoro, Iâm sorry. I like you.â
Hearing your trembling voice, Zoro turned around and walked over to stand a few steps away from you. You could feel his eyes on you and youâre sure he had questions, but you were also sure there were tears in your eyes; and so you were staring holes into the ground because the last thing you wanted now was for Zoro to see you cry.Â
Zoroâs voice was softer when he spoke, âI like you too. Are you alright? You know you can talk to me if somethingâs bothering you, right?â He didnât know what was going on and your sudden change in behaviour only confused him even further.
Incredulous, you looked up to face him, brimming tears now forgotten. You wondered if you should let it pass since your tortured confession was wildly misunderstood by the swordsman who really had moss for brains at times but now that youâd come out and said it, you figured you might as well get it over and done with. It had taken you months to get this far, and the part of you that was sick playing pretend just wanted to let it all go to flames and see where the pieces fell in the aftermath. You werenât sure if you could handle another day of acting like Zoro was just a friend to you and another night of going to bed wondering what it would be like if you had the courage to tell him how you felt.Â
âZoro no, I like you," gathering courage you started tentatively with a shaky breath and hoped that this time the confession would go through. "I was, I was upset because Brook told us about Hiyori and you and then Luffy told us about Okiku-san and then she died the night of the fight and then- it was all a lot to process and- and I was jealous. And hurt. And I didnât know how to handle it so I thought avoiding you would help because I didnât know what else to do. Iâm sorry, please donât be mad at me.â
Your voice went back to a wobbly whisper by the end, and so you missed the way Zoro was looking at you. Youâd looked up briefly at some point during your long-winded defense but you'd gone back to the comfort of staring at the ground, talking about this was hard enough. Was it because you'd seen the way Zoro's eyes had widened? Possibly, but you were shaking with nervousness and there was only so much you could admit to on a day when all you were planning to do was finish your book, really. Hearing you talk, his expression had gone through shock, mild distaste at hearing you thought he liked Okiku which immediately changed to a smirk as soon as he heard you say you were jealous. Right now, there was only half a smirk on his face because he was fighting a smile that was threatening to show up.Â
âStupid woman, why didnât you tell me?â
âWhat?âÂ
âThat you liked me." Your head shot up at that and all you could do was stare wordlessly at him as he continued, each next word causing another heartbeat to miss, leaving you with an anxiousness you felt bubbling in the depths of your chest. "Couldâve avoided all these tears if youâd told me earlier. âCause I like you too.â
Your eyes widened hearing him and all of a sudden your brain went blank. All the questions you had for him disappeared and all you could do was look at Zoro wordlessly as he continued to speak.Â
âI turned Hiyori down because I told her I like someone else, have liked, for a long time now. Itâs you, dummy. I like you. Now, will you stop crying? Youâre kinda ruining the moment here.â
He gently flicked your forehead and you smacked his arm out of reflex with an offended squawk. A grin broke out on Zoroâs face, âThere we go, thatâs my girl. Glad to have you back, princess.â
A watery smile made its way onto your face but you were still trying to process what you'd just heard.Â
âYou turned down Hiyori-san⌠for me? Sheâs the oiran," your voice faltered as you re-realized the reality.Â
âYeah, so?"
"She's the most beautiful girl in all of Wano."
"Yeah well, I think you're prettier." Your eyes widened at his words, tears long halted, as you looked up at him in awe. Like you couldnât believe the moment you're in is real. Zoro's hands cup your face, his face inches away from yours, as he asks under his breath, "Can I- can I kiss you?"Â
You nod as if in a daze and you feel his lips on yours immediately afterwards, hungry and hot. His other hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him in a single jerk and then he digs his fingers into the skin of your waist, holding you so tight it would've hurt had you been focusing on that instead of drinking his gasps and little groans in. Breaking away from the kiss and looking into Zoro's eyes, you saw a searing look in there that would've buckled your knees had he not been holding you. Tiptoeing, you pressed a shorter, chaste kiss onto his lips and hoped Zoro could feel what you were trying to say: thank you, thank you.Â
Pulling away, you make yourself comfortable in Zoro's hold, looping your arms around his neck and when you speak there's a twinkle in your eyes, "So⌠you had a crush on me, huh? That's embarrassing."
"Oi! You said you liked me first!"
You throw your head back and laugh, because yeah he's got you there but you've got him now so you can't be a sore loser. Not today, anyway.Â
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It's late at night and you're lying next to Zoro on the deck, staring up at the sky. The remainder of the day was spent skirting around each other, sharing furtive glances and shy smiles when others weren't looking. Telling others hadn't come up yet but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about what this meant for the both of you. With that thought still lingering, you piped up.Â
"Soo, does this mean we're dating?"
"Nope."
"What?! Why not?" you cried out in indignation and propped yourself up on your elbows to turn to him, offense painted all over your face.Â
"You still have to ask me out," Zoro pointed out.
"I confessed to you!"Â Â
"Exactly, that's why you have to ask me out."
"You-" The logic didn't make any sense but you of all people knew it was futile to argue with Zoro when he'd made up his mind. So you lay back down with a sigh, "Fine. Fine. Roronoa Zoro, will you be my boyfriend?"Â
You turn to him after you finish your question, staring into his eyes with only a slight glare, loving annoyance pricking your tone but you both know it's harmless. Zoro matches your stare with his own and doesn't speak but leans in closer towards you to close the gap with a kiss he hopes answers your question: a resounding yes. But just in case you hadn't received the message, he mumbles it softly against your lips, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to say yes."Â
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The cold truth
Artful Dodger one shot. Jack Dawkins x fem reader
Before Fagin's return, before Belle, before it all there was y/n. The first woman to break Jack's heart. He kept her portrait in a silver locket, the chain hanging on his bed. One day, long after her operation Belle sits in the hospital going over medical text when Hetty comes into her. Seeing the locket in Belle's hand she tells her the story.
"She was a lovely girl, a nurse here. Odd though because she was married. So many of us live a solitary life but not y/n. She was such a wonderful spirit. I'm convinced she could make the dead dance with her joy. None of us could have known. Jack was the first to notice the changes, they were so small at first. Y/n had always had the most beautiful red hair, it was so thick she could hardly contain it and would have it tied several plates pinned about her head. I remember Jack coming to me one morning, the spirals were gone. It was all chopped off up to her shoulders. Y/n wouldn't tell us what happened.
Then it was the bruises. Poking out of her dress on her neck, her arms you know. She just kept saying she was clumsy, but we spent hours with her and none of us ever saw her even trip. Jack tries to ask her once but she brushed him off.
I don't know if it was her original joy or the subsequent lack of it, but the doctor seemed fixated on her. He needed to know what was happening.
One time he bumped into her, knocking her ribs and the touch sent y/n to the floor. Shocked by the reaction Jack took her aside and checked her over. Y/n had a bruise that covered her whole left side. Angry and red, purple, blue. Still she wouldn't tell us a thing. Jack took it upon himself to look after her. Noting that she would often work a whole day without a bite of food he began making extra lunch and sitting with her.
He would talk about her when she wasn't around. Retelling her jokes and talking of her beauty.
Of course we know now that it was her husband. He cut her hair off with an axe. Said she was too vain about her appearance and a nurse didn't need long hair. The beatings were worse. He would attack her for any little mistakes. Her ribs? That was because she had burnt dinner one night. He was an awful man. We only found out because Jack found her wandering the streets on his way home for the cat and bagpipes. He had kicked her out of their house. I don't remember what for, but Jack found her and he took care of her. By then the only time I saw her happy was when they were sat together. She told him everything and he promised to help her. Said she could have a bed in our nurses quarters. She even appeared happy for a while, the two of em did.
A week or so later she went home to collect her things, convinced her husband would be at work. He wasn't.
She managed to get back here. I'll never know how she made it. One broken leg, a fractured elbow and a knife in her gut. She did though, she came stumbling in. I think I screamed when I saw her. Jack rushed her into the theatre, but this was about a year before you came along. There was nothing he could do with the knife wound. That damn blade was wide enough to take down an elephant. Ripped her up so badly inside. She couldn't breathe and the blood was pouring into her lungs.
Jack tried and tried until she asked him to stop. Exhausted and covered in her blood, Jack was ready to collapse himself. She held tight to his hand and looked into his eyes.
"No, no y/n, you gotta fight this. You can't die." Jack begged her.
"Jack, I have to go. I'm sorry. You can't save me." Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. Jack held on to her. I had hoped his will alone might make God knit her back together. My faith took a knock that day and I'm not afraid to admit it. The look on that boys face when they insisted on taking her away. Tim had to hold him to keep Jack from following her body to the grave.
We all changed after that day. The first time one of our own bad died so brutally. Jack wasn't the same. He threw himself into his work, his competition with Sneed.
You know there are times when he still visits her grave. Maybe that's why he was so desperate to save you, Lady Belle. Jack's poor heart couldn't take another love being ripped away from him. It's a lovely portrait of her. " She finishes by glancing over Belle's shoulder at the lockett.
"he's in prison, so you think, do you think you could take me to her grave?" Belle asks.
It's a small wooden cross with her name carved into it.
"we couldn't afford a real headstone. " Hetty explains. Belle bent to touch the wood, running her fingers over the carved wood.
"What happened to the husband?"
"Got himself hanged for his troubles three weeks after. It took three hours for him to die. Come on now miss we should get you back before you're missed." Hetty reminded her.
"of course. I shall bring y/n flowers tomorrow."
"very good Milady "
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๨ৠStay Until 2 ? â kim minji
001. age changer + written | masterlist
taglist : @technicallyimportantsweets @juhyunsthirdwife @jjkills @kimakento @fluffyji @somedaydream @emphobics @zey1ltn @lovepjohootoa @takpayahtahu @nwjsenthusiast @baewonlove @aeriniee @mygfiswonyoung @heekkicr @jinsoulinator @addorations @ssoursss @klvarchives @yerimbrit @gayforalll @haerinsloverr @slowlydifferentbluebird @yawnzlvr @technicallyimportantsweets @juhyunsthirdwife @kimakento @deersteel @hannibangggg @popasi @rianosis @jkwsel @eternalgayshits @dearyujimin
you took a deep breath before you turned on your stream. after a few minutes the comments started to roll in and your giggled did too. minju being one of them made your smile burn brighter.
âhay bun buns ! today we are going to be doing something a little different.. one of you will get to play fortnite with me..â. as you sighed your rolled your eyes at the comments.
@juju.beat â LET ME JOIN AND WHOP YOUR ASS !
@fan2821 â YAHH
@fan3826 â I miss haerin :(
âyour so funny minju !â. you rolled your eyes as you looked to see minju donated 0.33 cents.
@juju.beat â suck it ;D <3
you made a heart to the camera then flipped it off, and more and more comments came.
âif you want to join me just check my newest tweet and put down your Fortnite user and discord so we can chat whyâll we play !â. after posting the tweet for a few minutes you just talked to your fan. while a couple miles away sixteen year old hyein was ecstatic to join her favorite youtuber. hurriedly hyein responded the the tweet her favorite bts playlist playing in the background.
then after a few minutes of geeking out hyein stationed herself at her computer loading Fortnite and discord in her pink pajamaâs.
âhyein-ah get to sleep now !â
âyes mom !â. hyein ran to turn of her lights and after a few minutes turned on her leds. meanwhile you finally stopped drowning on about your new cat. opening up twitter for your stream your scrolled and waited a few minutes.
âandâŚ. hye_iup on Fortnite and discord won ! pls accept my friend requests and we will finally start some gameplay !â. hyein eyes half opened jumped. did you actaully say her name?
just to be sure hyein checked and you were requesting to follower her. after some breathing exercises hyein accepted voice and joined your discord call.
âhi.. how are you?â
â42â. you paused. surely your hearing things..
âok.. do you want to just jump-â
âofcourse canât wait to beat you this will be soooo easyâ. you sat stunned for a minute before your competitiveness kicked in.
âIâve been practicing !â. hyein pretend to yawn.
âweâre you practicing that one time haerin snipped you on her first game..â. your chat erupted and your jaw dropped.
âstop trash talking me and join the game!â. hyein giggled and then game began. a few fans snuck there way into your game and tried to help you. mean while hyein was dancing with a chicken.
âyou have been quiet for a while.. um..â
âhyein ! and Iâm dancing with a chicken ! remind me of my own..â. it took you a second to digest everything the girl had said.
âIâm grinding my ass off and youâre dancing withs chicken?â. for the discord called you heard two shots.
âshe pulled a gun on me.. how disrespectful ! chicky would never do that to me..â
âyour chickens named.. chicky..â
âIm.. se-twenty Iâm not that creative sorry !â. after a few more minutes your both got into a flow. hyein would be doing some thing weird like dancing with the whole avatar crew.
âkinda wish kora was here though-â. you hummed and then heard two guns go off.
âshe killed everyoneâ. you burst out laughing while hyein held a funeral for the gang.
or even meet you face to face but not know because you changed your skin.
âugh.. idk why people choose bright skins there just asking to be killed..â. hyein went off for a good ten minutes before someone donated to you telling her that was you and she burst out laughing. two hours in hyein was complaining about her work when the game started to come to an end.
âlike why did this old as teacher yell at me for not knowing geometry ! like- girl I learned that two years ago calm downâ
âso your 17..?â
âtotallyâ. as soon as that word left hyeinâs mouth her character evaporated into thin air.
âWHAT THE- omg what !â. you giggled as Hyein went off.
âunfair !â. you could here her pout through the screen so you tried to brighten her mood.
âhay is it ok if I get your number so we can play more..? everyone seems to love your yelling..!â. hyein scoffed, but you were right. you usually had 50-200k people watching but you broke your highest record and had 3million people watching.
âuhâ sure give me a sec..â. as you tapped your fingers on your desk hyein ran to her phone on her bed. after texting her bestfriend wonhak thirty times with no response she sighed and went back to her chair.
hyein was a troubled teen. with mostly bâs and some câs and a f in phys ed. so when she asked for a phone for her sixteenth birthday she got a fat no. but you were y/n y/l/n ! so when hyein got back on the call she gave the only number she knew.
âsorry but I have school tomorrow bye ! canât wait to beat you later !â. you giggled as after hyein left you ended your stream too. but as hyein brushed her teeth and finally went to sleep at twelve you texted âherâ at 12:15. the thing was the only number hyein knew that wasnât a parents or cousins was minji her favorite cousins bestfriend.
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The Protective Archer | KB
Summary: Your big sister is very protective of you, although sometimes it suffocates you
Request: Hi can I request a kate bishop having an autistic sister and she is protective of her?
Word Count: 1k
Warnings/Content: Autistic Reader / Medication / Shouting / Small Fight
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âI donât think so Starkâ Kate said as she quickly swiped the glass of whisky from Tonyâs hand. âKaty come onâ you whined as you pulled back your outstretched arm. âYou canât drink on your meds y/nâ your sister sighed. You loved your big sister, she was your best friend but sometimes she took her protective role a little too seriously. The team were celebrating a month long streak of successful missions, Tony called for a big get together and had sent Happy out with his credit card for some drinks. Unfortunately this party had fallen at the same time you were transitioning to a new medication to help your irritability, along with the other symptoms caused by your autism.
You were just 5 years old when you were diagnosed with autism. You were running circles around your entire family before they got the professionals involved, the was a communal sigh of relief when your outbursts were finally explained. You coped well during elementary school, the other kids didnât think you were any different to them but when you got to high school it was a whole other story. Your differences were quickly pointed out by your peers and soon the most popular gang of bullies had picked you as their new target. You kept quiet out of fear until you were walking home with your sister one day. Kate stepped into a local store to grab a few groceries when the girl gang spotted you across the street. When she returned, one of the girls had you pinned against the wall while another dumped out the contents of your bag into a large puddle. Immediately, Kate ran to your defence, ridding the gang with a quick kick in the stomach to their leader. From that day on, your sister swore to protect you before anything else.
You rolled your eyes at Kateâs words âI know, I read the dos and donts of autism tranquillisersâ you gritted at your sister. She shot her angry eyes at you with a raised eyebrow âfineâ you sighed âjust because I canât drink doesnât mean I canât have funâ you said as you stood up âIâm gonna go catch up with Natashaâ you smiled as you pulled at your low cut top. âNot dressed like that youâre notâ Kate said as she ran up behind you, pulling at your skirt to lower it. âWhat the fuck Kate! Get off me!â You shouted as you turned to face your sister, using your strength to push her back. She swung back at you with her own shove before Clint intervened. âAlright break it up, we donât need another cat fight!â He yelled as he held you back. The two of you had been at each others throats lately, the tension had been felt throughout the compound. âShe started it!â You shouted as you shrugged out of Clintâs hold âIâm just looking out for you y/n!â Kate said. âGod I got rid of one crazy mother and just ended up with another one!â You said as you pushed past the archers.
Kate stood in shock at your words, avoiding the wandering eyes of her fellow avengers. âKateâ Clint muttered. âDonât Clintâ she said as she turned her back to him. âI was just gonna ask if youâre alright, y/n shouldnât have said thatâ Clint said as he placed a comforting hand on Kateâs shoulder âitâs just the medsâ she whispered. âEven so she has to right to speak to you that way, autism or not sheâs rudeâ Clint said. âShut your mouth!â Kate gritted as she turned to face her fellow archer âif youâll excuse me I have to go and see my sister, because autism or not thatâs what she isâ Kate said before stomping through your exact steps as she left to find you. Clint sighed, yet smiled at your sisterâs likeness to you.
Late crept up to your door silently ây/nâ she said as she gently knocked on the wood. Your lack of answer worried her so she pushed the door open to reveal your darkened bedroom. âI didnât say you could come inâ your shaky voice came from beneath the pile of blankets on your bed. âDo you want me to go?â Your sister asked ânoâ you whispered. You pulled yourself from your cocoon of fabric and looked up at the brunette standing in your doorway. âIâm sorryâ you whimpered âno Iâm sorryâ Kate said as she ran to sit by your side. She wrapped her arms around you and held you close âI know I can be a bit much sometimes, itâs just because I love you y/nâ she said. âI knowâ you whispered âbut Iâm not 12 anymore Katyâ you said as you inhaled her familiar scent. âAnd youâre not mom eitherâ you shyly spoke after a moment of silence.
Kate thought hard on your words, adjusting herself so she was cradling your head. âI think that sometimes I wish I wasâ she said âI mean we both know what momâs like, she wants us to be successful but I want us to be happy. Sometimes when I look at you, I see those girls holding you down while the rest of them kicked the shit out of you, and it makes me so angry. Itâs my job as your big sister to protect you, and I failedâ she finished with a slight whimper. âYou didnât fail Katyâ you said as you sat up to look at your sister âand you donât have anything to make up forâ you smiled warmly, finally figuring out what was going on. âI just love you so muchâ Kate said as a year slowly escaped her eye. âI love you tooâ you said as you hugged her tightly âbut you gotta let go a littleâ you said. The archer laughed as she sat back âyouâre little, but youâre wise. Iâm still pissed at that outfit thoughâ she laughed. âShut upâ you giggled as you rolled your eyes, leaning back into to hug your big sister for the rest of the night.
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A/N: This request was so cute I hope I did it justice
- Astara Bell
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Bruce Wayne x Reader
Title: âSecrets will be toldâ SERIES PART 5
Need a Refresher? Here are the previous parts!
Part 1 Â Â Â
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
-TWO YEARS AFTER THE EVENTS OF PART 2-
Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne (from the show Gotham) and Female reader. BOTH BRUCE AND READER WILL BE 26-28 in this part.
Warnings:Â None
Summary of series: Bruce Wayne was captivated when he met Y/N, and the feeling was mutual. Dating turned into being engaged and engaged to married. They knew each otherâs secrets and told each other everything; they confided in one another. But once Y/N follows Bruce back to Gotham, he begins to change... He becomes secretive, is he having an affair? Y/N needs to find out the truth.
When I got to my familyâs home in Metropolis, it was empty. I had forgotten they went on vacation for their anniversary; at least I had the whole house to myself. I was glad they had left, because now I did not have to explain to them why I wasnât with Bruce. I didnât want to have to explain to them Bruce was having an affair, and I would be filing for a divorce after two months of marriage.Â
I made myself comfortable on the couch, and I lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag from it. My cellphone began to ring, and Bruceâs name popped up across the screen. I tossed my phone on the opposite couch and placed the cigarette back between my lips.Â
A voice from behind me startled me. âI didnât think a woman of your prestige would be smoking a cigarette.â the voice was grim. If snakes had a voice, it would sound like his. I was frozen to the couch, fear paralyzed all of my limbs, and the manâs footsteps approached me from behind.Â
I looked over at my phone that continued to ring, damn it. If only I could reach it... âWhat? Cats got your tongue?â his voice hissed, and I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. His footsteps came around the couch, and when I looked up at the personâs face, the cigarette fell from between my lips.Â
The man laughed and his laugh was psychotic sounding. He bent down and picked up the cigarette from the floor and put it between his lips. Scars littered his face, and his face was painted white. His red lips pulled into a big smile, âMrs. Wayne, it is fantastic to finally meet you. My name is--â
âYouâre Jeremiah Valeska...â the words slipped from my lips, and he let out a laugh and clapped his hands together. âGreat! Well, since we got our introductions out of the way, let us get to why I am here...â he said as he paced back and forth in front of me.
My body was paralyzed from fear. âYour husband and I go way back. You see, me and him, we are the same. He just doesnât know it yet. Heâs not ready to become who he is truly meant to be.â I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears, and I knew I had to make a move before it was too late.Â
I looked over at my phone and it was still ringing, and when Jeremiah had turned around, I jumped for my phone. I clicked the answer button, but Jeremiah snatched the phone from my hand, and he shoved me down on the couch.Â
His hands pinned down my shoulders, and when I tried to kick him, he climbed on top of me. âYou gave me no choice...â he placed a green rag over my mouth and nose. âBruce!â I tried to scream, but it came out muffled and the more I squirmed, the harder his hand pressed down on my mouth.
My body began to go limp, and my eyesight started to blur and everything was going dark. âShhhh... We will be home in no time, Mrs. Wayne...â
My body was freezing. My arms were tired and so were my legs. I canât lift them.. Why? Jeremiah Valeska! He used chloroform. He was in my parentâs house, what did he say before I passed out? Then it hit me: âShhhh... We will be home in no time, Mrs. Wayne...â He brought me back to Gotham, but where? I couldnât let him know I was awake.Â
I had to get a sense of where I was; I needed to try to figure out my surroundings before I opened my eyes. What can I feel? Cold. Hard. I was lying down on concrete. Okay, now what? What can I hear? Clanking. Lots of clanking. What can I smell? Taking in slow breaths, the smell irked me. It was strong like bleach, but stronger.Â
There was no used in trying to figure out where I was. A factory? Gotham had at least 30 of them, if I could find one weapon, there was a chance I could make it out of this. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. âFinally awake?â Jeremiahâs voice echoed throughout the room, and then my eyes landed on the chemical vats.Â
He brought me to Ace Chemicals. Why? Frantically, I looked around for a way out, and I sprang into action. I grabbed a metal pipe off of the ground, and I could hear Jeremiahâs fit of laughter. âOooo... I like you. Brucie picked a good one.âÂ
Jeremiah came out of the shadows and started clapping. âBravo, sweet cheeks. Bravo.â
When the lights hit his face, I was able to see his full face. He barely had any hair on his head. He slowly walked up to me, and I swung the pipe, hitting him in the lower jaw. The pipe reverberated back into my shoulders, and all he could do was laugh. âYouâre insane.â I said through gritted teeth, and a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind.
The pipe fell to my feet, and Jeremiah prowled in front of me. His gloved hand grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them, âWeâre all a little insane, Mrs. Wayne.â He paused as he caressed my cheek, âHave I told you how beautiful you are?â he questioned, and as I pulled my face back, he laughed. âNow, before I had to put you to sleep, I was going to tell you about mine and Bruceâs past...â
He motioned for the big, burly crony to drop me. When he did, Jeremiah began to stalk around me like I was his prey. âBruce and I weâre the same. His darkness runs deep inside of him. He just hasnât let it come out to play like I have.â he said as he knelt down to my eye level.Â
âWhy do you care if he lets this so called âdarknessâ out?â I asked, and he smiled. âBecause... I want to be the one that helps Bruce Wayne be free. Truly free. All he needs is to let go of his past, and let the darkness take over.â
His thumb and his index finger pulled my chin closer to him. His thumb ran over my bottom lip, âBut Iâm afraid you cannot be in the picture, Mrs. Wayne.â Jeremiahâs lips hovered over mine, before he chuckled darkly, âI will be the one to kill you, and after you are out of the picture, I believe he will finally be free.â
âWhy did you bring me here? Why didnât you kill me a few hours ago?â I questioned, and he pointed over to the chemical vats.Â
âBecause. That is where Bruce let me fall. That is why I look like this.â he said with a laugh as he pointed at his face. âOriginally, I was going to throw you into the vats. But I would much rather be in control of your pain, and how quickly you die.â he said as he grabbed me off of the ground. âIt will make things feel more personal.âÂ
There was a clear box that stood as high as the chemical vat, and Jeremiah shoved me into the boxed room. He pushed me down to the chair and tied my arms behind my back and pulled my cellphone out of his pocket. I looked down towards my feet and a pipe was fed through a hole at the bottom of this boxed room.Â
When I followed the tube upward, I gasped. It was connected to the chemical vat. I tried to move, but Jeremiah grabbed my face. âNo, need to panic. I just need to get Bruce and everything will be set.â
Jeremiah began telling me what to say to Bruce, and he held the phone in front of me. âY/N? Y/N, where are you? Are you alright?â
âBruce... Iâm.. Iâm at Ace Chemicals.â I said into the phone, and Jeremiah motioned for me to continue. âIâm here with Jeremiah Valeska, and heâs going to kill me...â I whisper the last part, and Jeremiah laughed.
âDid you hear that, Brucie?â Jeremiah taunted.Â
âYou sick son of a-â
âListen here, you better be here in the next twenty minutes, or your little wife is going to be scarred like me. And Iâd hate to scar this beautiful, flawless, skin.â he hissed, and Bruce paused.
âJeremiah, itâs me you want. Let her go.â Bruce said, and by the tone of his voice, I could tell he was gritting his teeth.Â
Jeremiah tsked, âThatâs not how this little game is going to work. You will be here or-â
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of glass shattering made us look at each other. âLooks like itâs show time baby doll.âÂ
Jeremiah closed the door to the glass box and hit the red button on the chemical vat. Green liquid began to come out of the tube at a slow pace. The smell was horrendous, and I tried to untie my hands, when a black figure jumped on top of Jeremiah.Â
âItâs you! You know, I have seen you make the news, and I didnât think Iâd get the chance to meet you!â Jeremiah cackled, and I stared at the black figure standing over Jeremiah. âHere I am. Now let her go.â the voice was deep, and his eyes looked over at me and then back at Jeremiah.
The chemical smell was starting to make me dizzy, but I continued trying to get my hands untied. âI canât open the door.. It wasnât made to be opened!â Jeremiah laughed as he looked at me through the glass. âWhether Bruce Wayne comes or not, she is going to die!â
The Batman lifted Jeremiah off of the ground and slammed him against the chemical vat. The green liquid began to pool towards my high heels, and when I jerked my hands free, I was able to stand up on the chair. I took off my blouse that went over my tank top, and I covered my mouth and nose.Â
I looked over at Jeremiah and the Batman fighting and I started to tear up. This was how I was going to die. In Gotham at the hands of a crazy maniac. The chemical came out of the tube at a faster rate, and I could feel the chair starting to melt into the chemical.Â
A bang on the glass made me jump. âDonât worry, Iâm going to get you of there.â the Batman said to me, and now I was crying. I placed my hand on the glass and looked into the vigilanteâs eyes. âIâm starting to get dizzy. I canât stand anymore.â I said, and he began to beat on the glass harder.
âStay standing. Donât pass out. Just focus on me.â he said.Â
His dark brown eyes reminded me of Bruceâs. Tears were running down my cheeks and I shook my head. âPlease, just tell Bruce I love him. Tell him, Iâm not mad. Donât let him blame himself for.. for.. th-this.âÂ
My lungs were burning and it felt like they could no longer hold any air. My legs began to shake, and before my eyes closed, I heard the batman say: âI love you too...â The sound of glass shattering was the last thing I heard before everything went dark.Â
First off, I want to apologize to keep you guys for hanging so long. Last year was not the best year, and it was so busy and I was going through a lot. But here is Part 5, and I am working on Part 6. I hope you enjoyed this part, and please let me know if you want to be added/unadded from the tagslist.Â
Thank you for reading!
XOXO
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