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Out of My Head
Pairing: Chubby Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky feels a bit insecure during a romantic evening and you do your best to get him out of his head.
Word Count: Over 2.6k
Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, a/b/o dynamics, insecurities, self-doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's crazy about you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @missvelvetsstuff, @honeyglee (chubby!Bucky), and @bucksbabee (rose petals) all requested for alpha!Bucky to Go for a Swim (smut) with prompt #27 and #32 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky wanted tonight to be romantic. Candles, rose petals, the works. Not for any sort of special occasion, but because his omega deserved only the best. Day in and day out. He hoped it was enough to make you feel loved and adored. It was a wonder that you were with an alpha like him.
If you looked inside his head, youâd tell him there was no reason for him to think he wasn't the perfect man for you. That he was a good partner and alpha. Had been from the start. That you loved him. And you did. You never once gave him a reason to doubt that.
If only he could push away the negative voice in his mind that seemed determined to bring him down tonight.
âBucky?â
Tilting his head, everything around him became muted as he focused on you. Laying on your side with your naked body exposed to him, he watched the candlelight cast a glow upon your skin. Both of you lost your clothes earlier in the evening, content to lay beside each other for the time being. He wished some days that you didn't have to wear clothes at all. You and your body were made to be worshiped.
Unlike him.
Bucky almost covered himself up with the blanket. He couldnât pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but he was soft in places where he was once firm. While he had been on the thicker side for years, he now had some pudge to go along with it. Handsome or not, he just wasn't in the same shape he used to be when he was younger. What if one day you didnât like that? What if you wanted someone different? Stronger?
Better?
âYou're thinking too hard again,â you said, picking up one of the rose petals to brush across his forehead. He smiled when he realized you traced a heart. âI can feel it.â
He inhaled your scent to ground himself. Orange, cinnamon, honey. The aroma of you made his mouth water. It comforted him, too. He hadn't associated any kind of smell with a sense of home until you.
âIâm thinking about you.â
âOh, yeah?â You smiled, nuzzling into your pillow more as you gazed at him. âWhat about me?â
âJust how amazing you are,â he answered.
When he looked into your eyes the first time, he expected to see his imperfections staring back at him like they had with so many others. But the way you looked at him with kindness, acceptance, and want, everything fell into place. Pieces of himself he didnât know were missing found their way back to him and made him while again. His heart didn't stand a chance.
It belonged to you.
Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.
How is that possible? How does a goddess want me? What the hell is wrong with me tonight?
âYou know you look at me some days like I'm not even real?â You asked, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. He moaned and turned his head to nose along your wrist. He craved your touch and scent like nothing else. âLike you're in some sort of a dream and you're afraid you're going to wake up if you look away.â
âBecause youâre everything I could ever want. You occupy every single thought in my head, and every single dream,â he whispered. Even his dreams couldn't come up with someone as amazing as you. âAnd maybe I am afraid that this isn't real.â
Your brows pinched. âWhy is that?â
He leaned over to kiss your forehead, wanting to ease the worry from your face. âIâm not sure. You just seem too good to be true and it feels like I might wake up to find you gone. Or that one dayâŚâ He rested back, swallowing hard. âYouâll decide you just don't want me anymore.â
You whined, a distraught sound that broke his heart. He wanted to take back those words, but he didnât want to hide his feelings no matter how much it hurt to talk about them. âBucky, Iâm not going anywhere.â You shook your head vehemently as you sat up. âAnd I want you. I always do. Why would you ever think I wouldn't want you?â
âBecause look at me.â He waved his hand over his torso, averting his gaze as if to hide his vulnerability. âHow can someone like you want someone like me?â
He wanted to take the words back the moment they left his mouth when another wounded whine spilled from your lips. You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought his gaze back to you. There was mist over your eyes like you were going to cry and he wanted to chase that look away. âHow can I want you? Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How wonderful you are?â You kept a hand on his face as the other slid down to his neck. âBucky, look at me, please.â
His eyes slowly opened. He hadn't realized he shut them. âDoll, Iâm sorry. I-â
âYou're perfect. Inside and out. And don't say you aren't because you're perfect to me.â There was a hint of a growl on your tone as your hand moved lower. Well, as much of a growl as an omega could muster. You defended him so fiercely. âNo one takes care of me the way you do. No one loves me the way you do. Iâm the luckiest person in the world because I get to call you my mate.â
A strangle moan escaped when your hand brushed along his stomach. He never thought it would feel so sensitive, but no one else has really touched it since he got bigger. Except for you. âOmega.â
âYou think you arenât everything I want?â You tilted your head so he could see the mark he left. His chest swelled with pride. You never covered it up or put a collar over it, wanting everyone to see that you were claimed. He had a mark, too.
He was yours just as much as you were his.
âI know in my heart that you want me, I know that. I can feel that. But my head keeps reminding me tonight that Iâm just bigger than I used to be and I have no idea why,â he said, shutting his eyes again. âItâs stupid.â
Why was his body such an issue this evening? This was supposed to be romantic, not a time to pick at his inner wounds. Maybe there was a reason he wasn't aware of. Maybe he needed to cut the wounds open so the warmth of your bond could slowly heal them.
âIt isnât stupid. Your feelings are never stupid, do you hear me? And you being bigger? Isn't that just more of you that I get to love?â There was no disgust or judgment as you rubbed his stomach again. Your sincerity almost made him choke up when he opened his eyes to gaze at you. âBucky, believe me when I say that this isnât a dream. This is real. I'm real and I love you. Iâll love you no matter what. That is never going to change.â
His chest rumbled at your declaration and he couldn't help but reach for you, needing to feel your body close. âI love you, too.â
He closed his eyes again when you pressed your lips to his. The bond crackled with your affection and care before his tongue slipped past your lips. The crackling intensified, your desire and need flowing into him like molten lava. It was going to burn him alive. Heâd gladly perish that way.
Thank you. I love you. Iâm sorry.
âFeel this,â you urged when you broke the kiss, putting his hand over your heart.
âIs that for me?â He asked as it raced under his touch.
âItâs only for you, Bucky,â you promised, slowly guiding his hand down your body. âNow feel this.â
You didn't stop until his hand rested between your thighs. âAnd thatâs for me?â He growled as he touched your pussy, your slick coating his fingers.
You gasped and he half expected you to agree that it was, but you pulled away. He tried not to let his insecurities bubble back up and hoped his scent didn't change to something unpleasant. You assured him that he was perfect in your eyes. That you wanted him. And loved him. But it didn't mean you had to-
âItâs for you. Only you,â you said, turning toward the front of the bed to press your chest against it. âSee, alpha?â
Bucky sat up as you raised your hips higher and presented yourself to him. He growled softly as he licked away the wetness from his fingers and eyed your twitching, slick-drenched hole. The blood that roared in his ears quickly rushed south and the beast inside snarled at the insecure voice to not say another word. You wanted him. Would always want him. You assured him of that with both your words and your body.
âTake a good look. Itâs such a pretty hole for you to ruin. You want to ruin it, don't you? Ruin me?â You asked sweetly, briefly lifting your head to look over your shoulder. The blue around Buckyâs pupils shrank to a small ring, barely visible from how aroused he was at the sight of you. âPlease, wreck me. Make me say your name.â
He had a hand wrapped around his cock, the alpha within him clawing to break through the surface. Biology would've screamed at any alpha to take you. Knot you. Breed you. But you didnât want just any alpha. Wouldn't beg for just any alpha.
He was the alpha you chose.
âAnd you know that isnât my instinct talking since Iâm not in heat. This is me wanting you, Bucky Barnes,â you said as if you read his mind, snaking a hand between your legs. He almost wished you were on your back so he could play with your beautiful breasts, but he had all night to do so. âIâm so wet for you and so empty. Iâm aching. You donât even have to prep me. Just get in me. Take me.â
You gasped when he was suddenly behind you, his large body draped over yours. âThatâs my pussy you're touching, omega,â he growled, pinning you down by the neck. âAnd Iâm the only one getting you off tonight.â
âYes, alpha,â you purred.
His belly rubbed against you as he raised your hips an inch higher and he tensed up only for a moment before he realized you pushed back against him, trying to take him in. He growled as he sat back and looked down at you, your body quivering from the low and feral sound. Deeply inhaling, he could taste your lust and love on his tongue from how strong it was. As much as he wanted to dive down and devour you, he needed to fill you up and leave his mark inside you once again.
âNot just gonna ruin you with my cock,â he said, brushing the thick head of his cock between your folds. âGonna ruin you with my mouth after. Make your flood it with that sweet slick and drink it down âtil you scream how much you love me.â
âYes. Please, alpha. I want your cock. Your mouth. Anything,â you begged, keeping your head down when he folded over you again. You didnât fear his size or weight crushing you. It excited you. He could smell it.
âYou need me?â His lips brushed the shell of your ear. âSay my name.â
You whimpered when he pressed himself against your entrance. He tried to go slow since he hadnât prepped you, but you could take him. âI need you. Only you, Bucky,â you sighed, trembling as he pushed in an inch more.
He gasped out your name, powerless to resist the pull as he sank as deep inside you as he could. His eyes fluttered when you clenched around him. Nothing felt as good as your slick cunt. Tight, but opened up for him so beautifully. And nothing else mattered or existed outside of you.
âMove, please. Donât hold back,â you moaned.
Overwhelming pleasure flowed through him as his body blanketed yours. You embraced every part of him and he wanted to smother you with his scent. âRemember, omega, you begged for this.â
Whatever sense of control he had disappeared as he thrust, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his grunts a stark contrast to the romantic setting of the room. You couldn't push your hips back, but your pussy welcomed each movement as you cried out. Even with his vicious thrusts, it was somehow sensual when he nuzzled your neck.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
âYours,â you moaned.
He hadn't known he said the words aloud, too lost in his primal haze. By the sounds of your moans and feel of your clenching walls, you were close already. It pleased him knowing how much he pleased you. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. He also wanted to bring you over the edge again and again.
âDoes that feel good? You love getting fucked by your big, strong mate?â He grunted, heat pulsing through his veins.
âYes. So strong,â you whimpered, reaching back to grip his hair. âSo big.â
He groaned, raw pleasure bubbling through every part of his body. âYeah, I'm big and you love it. And you love my cock ruining your pretty hole?â
âYes, Bucky. I, hmm, love your cock.â You mewled when his teeth scraped along your skin. âLove you.â
He nosed along your neck again, slipping a hand beneath your body. âThen show my cock how much you love me,â he ordered, teasing your swollen clit. âCome all over it.â
You screamed his name as promised, slick gushing as you spasmed around him. He didn't stop, his hips snapping faster and harder as you shook through it. To feel you let go and hear those sounds of ecstasy as you rode out the waves was an honor. He needed to join you on the ride.
âSuch a good omega. My omega. Gonna fill you up. So. Fucking. Good.â He growled the last word as he spilled inside you, panting with his release. The sensations blended with your earlier words, surrounding him in bliss. You were bliss.
Careful not to crush or jolt you, he rolled to his side and took you with him as he stayed nestled inside you. He murmured praise against your skin as you snuggled back against him. He didn't want to leave your body just yet. Not when you felt so good. Not when the terrible voice remained quiet.
About time you shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the evening with my mate.
âBetter?â You breathed, looking over your shoulder with hopeful eyes.
Both of your hearts racing still, your purr mixed with his rumble, he wondered why he was so bothered before since his insecurities weren't a constant thing. Everyone had their off days though, including you. Sometimes for no concrete reason at all. That was life, but he couldn't ask for a better partner and mate to help him through the ups and downs, big or small.
âMuch better. Thank you,â he whispered, brushing his lips against yours. âBut one more thing.â
âYeah?â
He wrapped his arm tighter around you and didn't flinch as his stomach pressed more against your back. âI love you, too.â
Always, my sweet omega.
And should you ever doubt his want or love for you, heâd be sure to assure you the way you did for him.
Lovelies, I was TERRIFIED to post this, but I'm in love with them. Maybe we'll see them again? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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Cast Away
Warning: ANGST, Emotional discomfort, mentions of miscarriage, controlled substance use, not a happy ending. So sorry for this in advance :<
"LYLA? you copy?" Jess spoke through the intercom as she stared at your holographic projection on her watch.
"Anomaly suspect identified, she's... buying tea?" Confusion was evident in the AI's voice as she pinpointed your exact location. "Huh, thought she was dangerous."
"We don't know that yet, she could ambush us at any-"
"She's coming your way!"
Jess' aracnid senses tingled as you approached, revving her motorbike she came straight at you, stopping a few meters away from your civilian looking self.
"We can do this the good way or the bad way" Her brown eyes narrowed but you just sighed and put your packaged drink down and held your hands up to her.
"L-Let's calm down, shall we?" You stepped closer but she just revved the engine again, suspicion rising and it made you stop walking. The hairs of your back stood as your senses tingled weakly, contrary to Jessica's.
"Please, I... just wanna talk, ok? I just wanna go home."
"LYLA" Jess spoke as the AI materialized and ran a scan through you.
"Her vitals are normal, heartbeats a bit wild, but no signs of unusual brain activity that dictates irregular behavior."
You glitched and slumped to the floor in pain. Then, you curled your knees closer and your arms around them to create a little space for you. Eyes seizing the woman in red , but stopped as her round belly came in sight. Your hands held tightly and soon your eyes tore themselves from her.
"Brain activity detected, serotonin levels just dropped." Lyla spoke through the intercomand Jess frowned again as you glitched once more with a whimper.
"She seems in distress, Jessica." Lyla kept speaking as the spider woman just looked at you, unsure on how to proceed. Anomalies were usually feisty, a menace, dangerous. But you, were the odd out. You just curled into a ball and sulked.
She exhaled tiredly and turned the motorbike off. Her tingling had stopped the moment Lyla gave a diagnose on your biometrics, but still kept her distance. She however, tapped some instructions before looking at you.
"I'll be there soon." Miguel spoke through her intercom. Jess' eyes were on you again and she crossed her arms above her belly, waiting.
"How far are you?" You broke the silence first.
"Six months to go."
You nodded giving her a weak smile.
"That's a beautiful baby bump."
"Thanks." she spoke curtly, but that didn't stop you from talking.
"Baby girl or boy?"
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but softened at the way your eyes looked at her grown belly. A sight she had seen before in her universe, a sight that only soon to be mothers gave her with awe, but yours were pained.
"I want it to be surprise."
You nodded as tears prickled the corner of your eyes.
"Universe 413 has the best supplements for pregnancy , or so I could... check." You spoke as you grabbed a small paper cup from the forgotten package and sipped it to warm yourself. The weather in universe 413 was cold, despite the blazing sun standing proud in the background.
"Might look into it. How did you end up here?"
"That's what I wanna know. I was about to meet my husband for a celebration... and I was just sucked in here. Fell on a pool, had to steal someone clothes and... Im just trying to warm up and go home." You rubbed your eyes to. prevent more tears to pile up.
"Ever since I got here I've been glitching nonstop and my powers are even more messed up. It's scary and confusing."Â
"Wait, how long have you been here?"
"Just a couple of days, but it feels forever."
As you finished your tea a new portal opened up, revealing a tall figure materializing before you. You were immediately locked up in what it seemed a electric-crystal like, custom made jail.
"Wha-"
"Easy there... We're taking you home." Jess spoke as she hopped on her bike once more and disappeared in the portal before giving a last glance your way.
"I'll get it from here." The sudden male and familiar noise sent chills down your spine. Tears flooded your already glossed eyes as the masked figure stared at you. His hand clenched upon the first tear rolling down.
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In the blink of an eye you were already in a place that made so many memories to flood in, most of them bittersweet.
"Lyla, access to this area is denied temporarily." Miguel spoke, his back still facing you
"Gotcha." Just as the voice had appeared, it vanished. The glass like prison vanished, just as his mask. You knew that stance more than anyone else, but still, it was the least of places you wanted to be.
"How..." he tried, and cleared his throat, sighing silently. "How you ended up in another universe?"
"A portal sucked me in. It appeared out of nowhere. Let me go home." His back tensed at your words, finally he turned to face you, but his frown deepened upon watching you. Your scent was different. Everything about you was different. Your gentle eyes were gone, and so your usual amiable self.
"What did you do?" Glaring, you held your stare at him as your jaw clenched.
"Inhibitors"
His eyes widened in disbelief for a moment before going to the usual scowl he always carried.
"Inhibitors, of course" He mumbled before throwing a furniture for it to land on Spider byte's station. It was just him and you. You didn't flinch at the explosive outburst, rather, braced yourself with an exasperated sigh.
"Why would you ever do that?! " His voice laced with anger and a soft bit of concern, "You know what they do to us."
"I want a normal life." you seethed
He scoffed and shook his head.
"You well damn know that is not possible for people like us."
"But that never stopped you. Right?"
His jaw tensed as his fist clenched.
"Right, Miguel?" You glared at him though his back faced you.
"There we go... Por dios, eres un hipĂłcrita* You think you can always just do a fucking mess and expect shit just fix itself over time."
"Shut up."
"No. Fuck you, and fuck you very much. What did you expected? A welcome? Mariachis and a whole fucking celebration since you were finally owing up the consequences for what you did?. You left me, Miguel."
Your voice couldn't help but crack on his name.
"You left me when I needed you the most!."
"I was scared!" He roared, his fangs poking out from his mouth but you pushed him away, anger surpassed your fear, truly not thinking a rational approach.
"You think I wasn't?! I had just lost our baby. Our kid..." Miguel's eyes softened in pain and looked at you, "I didn't get to meet them, I didn't get to experience what was to be a mother, I didn't get to hold them for fucks sake!" Your voice finally breaking, both angry and anguished.
"But you didn't care. You just wanted to be a father so bad that..." He tried to reach for your hand, but slapped it away, rejecting him instantly as your eyes settled in the screen behind him, replaying the memories of himself with his daughter from another universe.
"You went to another fucking dimension to play house with someone else's family as I was trying to hold it all together over here! Cleaning up your mess! And guess what? It was never enough for you. I was never enough for you." Your voice had raised, yet it was crumbling as the knot in your throat grew tighter.
"That's not-" He growled but sighed
"I lost her too. And when I came back, everything was gone. IncluyĂŠndote."
"You really though that I would wait for you after you ran away? You can't have or do both things. A person can only do so much, yet you made me feel so worthless."
"Your miscarriage was a cannon event. It was meant to happen. That's why I... ran away. I couldn't..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"And you never told me?"
"I fucking didn't know, coĂąo. You think I'd sit there and wait for shit to happen!?" He gestured as he spoke, "I could've risked everything to save our kid, but I knew about it too late! But I know that saying sorry won't change anything."
You held your breath and sat on a chair. Rubbing your face in frustration. But the feeling of his hand was almost electric as he took your hand to admire the pretty ring that adorned your finger.
He let your hand go.
" How long you've been married?"
"Five years." His frame slumped slightly
"Is he the reason you're killing your powers with inhibitors?"
"Yes and no. They hide your... tingling presence from others, ."
"That's why I never found you."
"I didn't want to be found. But now that you did-"
"He knows, right? About your-"
"He does. And he doesn't care."
"Why taking them, then?"
"Can't get pregnant if my blood levels show high toxicity thanks to the spider DNA. I... We, uh, we want a family."
He closed his eyes as he processed your words. He could picture you with a round belly, the weirdest cravings at the weirdest hours, just like the first months you had shared together. And now he had to watch all what his heart once desired, through the eyes of someone else.
"Just let me go, Miguel. I need to go back home."
"To him, you'd mean."
"Yes."
"LYLA" His voice echoed through the room as the AI appeared, her face was evidently on distress, as if she had heard everything but not on purpose.
"Yes?"
" Scort her out, tell Jess to take her home."
"Right away."
You stood and exhaled deeply.
"You'll be a great mother" His voice stopped you. It was soft yet, the resentment behind it, wasn't concealed as good as he thought.
"Thanks. You... seemed a wonderful dad."Â He looked your way, the frowning face so ever present, but it melted for a second .
"If you ever need-"
"We'll be fine. I've got this." His eyes seized you one final time, before casting them away from your form, and focused on the screens behind him. The AI guiding you through the building, neither of you looking back.
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Sorry if this feels odd or weird. I felt the urge to contribute to the bandwagon of our beloved Miguel â¤ď¸â¨
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Por dios, eres un hipĂłcrita*Â - My God you are such a hypocrite.
IncluyĂŠndote*- Including you.
coĂąo* - Latin American Spanish slang for "Fuck"
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Darkest of Nights pt 12
A/N: thank you @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always encouraging and reading. i love you awesome nerds.
Beca
Beca looked at her phone and sighed. Battery was beyond low and the screen had cracked at some point during the explosion and subsequent scuffle. She could still use it if she could get a charging cord somewhere at least.Â
The necromancer shoved it in her back pocket and glanced around suspiciously before heading to the truck stop's convenience store. She looked a little worse for wear herself but no one even gave her a second look. It was a small blessing in a week that had little to nothing to be thankful for.
She snagged a pair of sunglasses off the rack and slipped them on her face as she continued down the aisle. There weren't many people around even in the middle of the day and she pretty much had the store to herself. Beca found the cord she needed and adapter and moved on to the first aid section.Â
The door chime jingled when a rough looking woman came limping in. Her lip was busted and bleeding, her mascara running, and the tight blue sequined tube top she wore was missing more than a few shiny scales. She had the look of a woman who was used to getting roughed up.Â
Beca watched her slink into the aisle to grab a box of condoms and a tall boy she didnât wait to pay for before she popped the top and chugged it down. The woman kept her head down and pressed a few crumpled, sweaty bills on the counter before shuffling back out the door.Â
Hm. Beca gave it a moment before she sidled up to the register and paid for her few purchases. The clerk eyed her up and down but said nothing when she took the bag and followed the woman out to the lot. The other woman finished her beer and tossed the can in the trash by the door.Â
She found a spot to the side of the building and watched a man slink forward from the opened door of a van that had more rust than paint on it. He grabbed the woman by the upper arm and yanked her forward to snatch the bag out of her hands.Â
"You stupid fucking slut, where are my smokes?"
"You didn't give me enoughâŚ"
"Bullshit. I gave you enough. You fucking got a beer didn't you?"Â
She didn't have a chance to answer before he raised his hand ready to slap her down. Beca felt anger rising like lava in her chest but she didn't move because at the end of the day it wasn't any of business. The woman cowered back from him and he thought better of hitting her and shoved her toward the lot of parked semi trucks instead with a kick to her ass.
"Go fucking work you stupid whore."
The woman scuttled off, wiping her face and trying to order the locks of hair that had seen too much bleach and hairspray to do more than hang in limp greasy strands around her face. Beca cut her eyes to the man still lounging indolently against the wall.Â
She eased away from the store and headed to the bike. There was nothing she could do here. She had hoped to head down the road to see if she could find a clinic or something. Maybe even find someone to trade for a different ride so they could get out of this pit stain of a truck stop.Â
Chloe had said fresh blood but Beca was pretty sure any human blood would help at this point. At least until they could get further down the road, somewhere more populated. Some place Aubrey and Chloe could hunt. And when did that become okay for her?Â
Try as she might she could not pinpoint the exact moment she suddenly stopped railing against the very idea of a vampire feeding and started considering helping them hunt. The tall lanky figure peeled himself away from the wall when she swung a leg over the bike and kicked the stand up with the booted heel.Â
He watched her stick the key in the ignition and plait her hair in a braid before he closed the distance between them with a charming smile.Â
"Nice bike, seems kinda big for someone so small."Â
The comment made her hackles rise. He wasn't ugly exactly, his clothes were clean and in better condition than the woman's had been. His dark hair was slicked back away from his face and soft brown eyes she was sure had fooled many a woman into an abusive relationship with him.Â
"Really, bud? That's your starter line? What the fuck is it to you?"
"Ooh you're feisty. No harm meant." He chuckled and took a few steps closer to really inspect the bike. "Just strange to see such a uh, petite lady on a bike that heavy. Nice art, do it yourself?"
His fingers caressed iron eagle art on the tank of the bike. He intended it to be a teasing stroke, intimating something much different than admiring a motorcycle. Beca barely contained her shudder and considered her options.
"Like it? I'm looking to trade out for something else."
"You sure this bike don't belong to your old man? Can't imagine anyone wanting to get rid of this beauty."
She knew what he was really asking. He wanted to know if the person she had stolen it from was going to come looking for it. Beca smacked his hand off the tank and pinned him with a cold look.
"I told you, it's my ride." He smiled and walked around the bike checking it and her out from every angle. "Look you interested or what? I donât have all day."
"Yeah I'm interested. Walk her back there where my van is and we can talk business."
Beca slid off the bike and walked it toward the side of the building that wasn't seen from the road. She parked the bike close to the wall and turned to face the man leaning against the open sliding door on the side of his van. She eyed him warily and strode over.
"This rust bucket have a cigarette lighter so I can charge my phone while we talk?"
He nodded and gestured inside the van. Beca hesitated but climbed in to plug in the adapter and cord.
"You got the pink on that bike?"
Shit. Beca glanced over her shoulder at him as she fiddled with the adapter to get it to slide into the port correctly.
"No, but no one is going to come looking for it if thatâs what youâre asking. I already told you itâs mine.âÂ
She looked back at the adapter and pulled it free to peek in the port, a bent, burnt, crusted roach was jammed into the back preventing the adapter from fitting in. Damnit. Beca crouched and stuck her pinky into the port to try and dislodge the debris. The man took that opportunity to climb in the van with her and slide the door shut, cutting out the natural light around them. A chill ran up her spine as his previously affable tone turned dark and throaty.
âSee, the thing about that bike is that it belongs to a friend of mine. Man by the name of Duke, and that artwork, that was done special for him. By me. Now I know Duke likes him a little bit of a thing like yourself, but no way youâre his old lady. Ainât no way youâre one of the clubâs bunnies either.â
Fuck. His hand gripped the back of her head and smashed it forward into the vanâs dash console. She heard rather than felt her nose crunch against the hard plastic and in the back of her mind she knew this was on her. Beca knew better than to let her guard down and yet sheâd done just that thinking she could offload the bike easily. She had known he liked to put his hands on women and she had turned her back on him. It was stupid.Â
Beca got her hands up to prevent another face smash and brought her elbow up and back in a vicious blow of her own. A second later the pain in her face made itself known and she cupped her hands over her bleeding nose.Â
âSomabish! You broke my noth! I kill you!!â Â
She let out a wild yowl like a wounded cat and launched herself at the man in a flurry of scratching, kicking, limbs. The van rocked as they struggled back and forth in the dank, dark interior. Hands clamped tight around her neck and squeezed hard. He lifted Beca and growled when he pinned her to the wall of the van.
âIâll kill you, bitch. Iâll kill you then Iâll fuck you.âÂ
Beca scratched and beat at his hands trying to break his grip but it was no use. He lifted her higher, her head smacking the wall of the van. Black spots swam in her vision and she could hear ringing in her ears. Bitch. Son of a fucking bitch. The end was extremely fucking nigh if she couldnât get herself out of this. Chloe would be so damned smug if she died 50 feet from their room right now.
She did the only thing she knew how. She reached up and dug her thumbs into the sockets of his eyes. It was gross. Oh God it was gross but she kept digging until he screamed and shoved her away. Beca fell back against something hard and rounded and reached for it blindly. Her helmet. With all the strength she had left she swung it around and crashed it against his head, once, twiceâŚ
And then the door slid open with her straddling an unconscious man, helmet held high to bring down on his head again. She blinked at the sudden light. Shit. There was no way to say this wasnât what it looked like.Â
âOh my God is he dead?? Jimmy?? Oh Jesus fuck AlmightyâŚJimmy!â
Beca looked at the woman and her client and down at the man. âHe said he liked it rough?â
âWhat the fucâŚ.Iâm out of here.â
The trucker turned on a heel and sped away from the scene as quickly as he could. Beca could understand the impulse. The woman stayed hovering at the van door, unsure of what to do. Jimmy groaned weakly and Beca lowered the helmet.
âHeâs still alive? Oh ChristâŚheâs gonna hurt me so bad for this.â
Beca raised a dark brow and looked back at poor old Jimmy. She dug in her pocket and pulled the key out to the motorcycle and held it out to the woman.Â
âYou can leave if you want to. If you canât ride, you can sell it and get some place far far away from this trash.â
The woman looked tempted and Beca cautiously held out the bloody helmet to her as an offering. The woman looked at her pimp and back to Beca before snatching the keys and helmet from her hands.Â
âYou should have killed him.â
âHeâs not long for the living.â
The woman gave her a solid stare before nodding agreement. She took one last look at Jimmy and spat at him before taking off as fast as her glittered platforms could take her. The sliding door slammed shut, dropping them back into darkness. Jimmy groaned again and tried to raise himself up. Beca stood with a snarl and slammed her foot down on his head for one last blow. She swayed on her feet dangerously and scrambled to the driverâs seat. The sun visor flopped down with the movement and she got a good look at herself in the mirror.
She was bloody and bruised, her face hurt like a son of a gun and she was pretty sure at least two of her teeth were loose. The sunglasses that had fallen from her face sometime during the struggle had been miraculously flung into the cup holder. She put them on and looked at herself in the mirror again.
âPretty proud of yourself, arenât you, Bucko?â A slow smile crept across her face and she gave herself a small nod. âYou should be.âÂ
And she was. Even though it went against everything sheâd thought she wasâŚshe was going to feed this man to a monster. And she was going to enjoy it. Beca looked over her shoulder at Jimmy boy barely breathing in the back and frowned. You didnât need to be a vampire to be a monster. Humans were monstrous all on their own. She turned the key in the ignition and drove around the back of the store to a parking spot right in front of their room. She didnât think the woman would run to the cops but that didnât mean she wouldnât run to someone else. It was time to get the fuck out of here.
She parked and gave the man another look. Was she really prepared to do this? For vampires? No. But sheâd do it for Aubrey and Chloe. Sheâd do it and not think too hard on the why of it. Later, much later, when sheâd had a lot of alcohol to help her, sheâd process the fact that she would take their side even over humans. Because sheâd stopped thinking of them as the enemy and had started thinking of them asâŚhers.
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CW: Dazai typical suicide mentions, SUPER soft Dazai too ngl
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The first time you met him, it was an embarrassing moment.
You were making a customerâs order, making small talk with your coworker when the bell jingling in the air caught your attention.
A man with dark hazel hair, eyes immediately drawing you in, with any skin peeking from beneath his clothes covered in bandages. Itâs honestly a crime at how beautiful this man is, and you feel a bit of shame at how distracted youâre getting.
But you canât help it- who gave him the right to look so pretty!-
â(Y/N)!â
You felt something wet spill over your hand, and then onto your aprons after you dropped the cup in surprise and watch the contents spread over the floor. Whoops.
Your coworker raised an eyebrow and shook her head, and you quickly speed walked to the supply closet to grab the mop- anything that could help you forget this faster and restore some of the pride that you lost. Even more so after you slipped.
Well if the shock and overwhelming dread that wouldnât kill you, the smile and chuckle he gave you absolutely would.
â
The next time he came in, you learned his name.
You were already wiping equipment down, getting ready to close down when he came in. You were already rolling your eyes, trying to put on a sugary sweet tone to help get the customer out of her faster when you spun around to lock eyes with him.
It would be too stereotypical to say that your heart stopped, but you did stop in your tracks when you recognized the handsome stranger. Even more so when his eyes flared up in recognition as well.
âHey, I remember you! Youâre the one that-â
âPlease donât bring that up- Iâm still having nightmares about that.â
He laughed, and you wanted to crawl into a hole while your stomach started to flutter.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about it. But I wouldnât mind helping take your mind off of it.â
Your brain shut down when he grabbed at your hands, your mouth agape.
Even more so when he asked you to jump into the Yokohama river in the sake of committing suicide together- you couldnât tell if he was joking, but the hopeful look in his eyes was a bit concerning.
And the crushed look he gave you when you told him no gave you the idea that maybe he really was being genuine. But as much as you felt you were going to die from embarrassment, you didnât really want to- and you rather he didnât either.
Brushing off his erratic pleas, you asked for his name.
âOsamu Dazai, at your service.â He did a mock bow, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes. But you made a mental note of it- Osamu Dazai, huh? Even his name sounded pretty when you repeated it back.
The quiet atmosphere was no more as he conversed with you, even after he got his drink. You realize now that Dazai was a ratherâŚeccentric character, but he brought a bit of freshness into the same rotation of customers you would deal with everyday. You have to admit, it was a nice change of pace.
You werenât ready for him to leave just yet, and you felt a bit disappointed when he finished.
âSee you later (Y/N).â
You were left in a daze that he knew your name- people rarely bothered to read your crooked name tag, but he took the time to do so.
But you still couldnât calm your heart quick enough at the sound of your name leaving his lips, and you hoped that this wasnât the last time you heard it.
â
It wasnât an uncommon occurrence for Dazai to be in the shop, and you canât pinpoint the exact moment that you realized your feelings for him.
You felt like you were back in middle school with how dumb you were acting and how easy it was to fall into such a cliche trope like this. An underpaid barista falling for a customer miles out of their league- you couldnât tell if the universe hated you or was rooting for you.
It was like he knew your internal struggle too- he would bat his stupidly perfect eyelashes at you, utter your name in that same tone that would make you weak, and you donât know how many times you caught him glancing at you from his usual seat.
You wanted to hate it- you wanted to hate that you were falling for Dazai. The constant feeling of butterflies in your stomach every time heâs near was annoying, but could you really despise it when your world was brighter with him in it?
It brought a new sense of coziness into the small shop, and you found his presence in your to bring some peace and excitement into your once mundane life (even if he did use most of his time to find new ways to tease you). But you found it easy to forgive him- partly due to your growing feelings, and because you knew he meant no harm by it.
But you were worried, and for different reasons.
Dazai didnât show up- again.
You knew he was a detective, and you understood how overwhelming his job could be despite his nonchalant attitude about it. But something had to happen for him to be missing, right? Your concern for him overtook the insecurities that lingered in the back of your mind.
But at the same time, he didnât have to stop by- he didnât owe you anything, and you understood that. It wasnât like you two were together butâŚthat time spent still meant something, right? It did to you, but did it mean anything to him? Was it wrong for you to feel that way?
The sky seemed to agree with your conflicted feelings, small droplets of rain growing until you could barely see out of the window. It doesnât matter anyway, it was well past closing time- a bad habit started after the moments spent with him after hours.
Too consumed in your thoughts and swallowing the growing disappointment in your throat, you went to lock the door-
And a sudden thud had you yelling and stumbling back, knocking into a nearby table.
Your head shot up, and chestnut-colored eyes gazed back at you.
âWh-Dazai?!â
There he stood, trench coat drenched with downpour as he sheepishly smiled.
âSorryâŚmind if I-â
You already threw the door open and pulled him inside.
âWhat are you doing just standing out there?! And you donât even have an umbrella- what, are you purposely trying to get sick?! Just- wait here.â You placed him in the chair, and rushed to the back to make something warm for him.
Your mind still whirled with questions, but a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders to know that he was okay.
Even gazing at him now, water drops sliding from his hair and onto the floor with a serene look resting on his face- it fit him well, and it helped you destress just a bit from his sudden arrival (with the help of some tea).
âGoodness Dazai- you make me worry, you know that?â You wrapped the towel around his hair, doing your best to try and get him dry.
âI seem to have that effect on people.â He chuckled and tilted his head back, and you had to remind yourself to focus on his hair and not at how close you are to him.
It tuned quiet afterwards, the main unanswered question hanging in the air. It was on the tip of your tongue, but you were hesitant. It was his own personal business-
âI owe you an explanation.â
Your movements faltered for a second, âN- I mean, you donât have to tell me if you want to.â
âI donât mind- itâs not good to keep everything a secret if weâre close right?â
There goes that same fluttery feeling rising once again. You sat from across him as he explained his recent mission with the agency (which even from the details he left out still had you recoiling from the mental images). But you still had one more question-
âThen why stop by so late tonight? You couldâve waited.â You felt a twinge of guilt well up. Maybe you really were being selfish earlier-
You felt your hands being pulled across the table.
Dazai reached across and linked his hands with yours, his chill from before no longer present and being replaced by the comforting warmth as he gave a small squeeze.
âI donât think I couldâve waited any longer to see you.â
Your eyes widened before you looked away from him, lightly laughing. âYou can be so dramatic.â But the swell of happiness that came from his words had you feeling so light inside and ignoring the passing time- another cup wouldnât hurt, and you have plenty to catch up on.
Dazai was someone who you would consider a close friend, and as you squeezed his hands in return, you had hope that it would grow into something more.
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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.2)
Chapter II: Exigence
âż Word Count: 2.6k
âż Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader
âż Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst + smut
âYou look so pretty while youâre sleeping.â
The tender voice-- so gentle, so sweet-- it began to echo within his mind. He, at first, had thought he was dreaming but that voice-- oh that beautiful voice, it tempted him so dearly. He began to chase the voice, following it through the mess of his mind, his thoughts, firmly clasping it and--
It isnât you.
He opened his eyes, closing them instantly again as the light burned them intensely. He waited a few seconds before trying again, his eyes beginning to readjust as the light became calmer and more bearable. He was face to face with a woman-- he couldnât seem to recognize her. Her voice, her pleasant voice⌠it had sounded too similar to your own, he couldâve sworn it was you, laying beside him naked with your head drooping over him as you admired him sleeping. Looking closer upon the woman in front of him, he recognized her as one of his classmates and member of his Home-Economics club. It began to come back to him slowly, how exactly he ended up here. It was just the usual after all, sleeping with women to satisfy his needs-- or rather, his suppressed desires.
He happened to only share one class with you-- of course, it was Designer-101. In this class, the professor would instruct and teach you about the most trendy styles going on, or some older styles that were coming back in fashion and how to incorporate them into your works. It was a very intricate class but you both were determined to accomplish your dreams, even if it meant passing this dread of a course. However, as hard as it might be, Mitsuya fully enjoyed every aspect of the course because it was fun to clash styles, colors, and fabrics just to accomplish the final design. He had noticed you took great pride in this class, too, and even incorporated these color schemes into your lighting and filter ideas. While heâd never admit it to your face, his heart fluttered seeing your eyes gloss over your masterpiece and grin, taking a few moments to admire your work. He rarely bothered you in this case for this exact reason, although he couldnât help the occasional tease, just to see your squirm.
â âY/N, dear, are you alright? You seem to be struggling a little bit with this embroidery pattern.â
â âSorry, Professor! Iâll get the hang of it quickly, Iâm sure, just a small obstacle!â You reassured him, giving him the warm smile Mitsuya mourned losing and wished he could see from the receiving end just once more.
Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had eavesdropped on the entire conversation table next to yours. You had attempted to choose a seat that was far away from him, but he picked up on that quite quickly and decided, just out of spite, to sit the table directly horizontal from you. Desperately yearning for a small scrap of your attention, he quickly stepped besides the Professor but composed himself before saying
â âProfessor, if I may⌠since Y/N seems to be having a rough time, I can help them out. If thatâs with your permission, of course, sir.â He said with that bastardly shit-eating smile that made your stomach turn inside out while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was the smile that captivated teachers with itâs innocence and purity-- if only they knew that it was the mischievous smile that you were accustomed to seeing after he was done with you.
Before you could offer a rebuttal, your professor smiled genuinely and nodded, thanking Mitsuya before walking off and mumbling how he was such a good kid. As soon as your Professor had made it to the other side of the enormous classroom, Mitsuya turned to you, shit-eating grin beginning to form into a devious smirk as he finally had some alone-time with you.
â âHey baby~â His voice came out smoothly like butter, words falling out of his mouth as if this was the entire script planned out in his head. Little did you know, it was.
â âYouâre only helping me figure this embroidery pattern out, thatâs it, no rebuttals, nothing more. Got it?â You spat harshly, making that smirk on his face quickly turn into a scowl as you once more rejected any flirtatious opportunity he threw at you.
He scoffed, not acknowledging your question with a nod or even the common courtesy of a reply, but he moved off to the other side of the table to grab the needle that was engraved in the cloth you were attempting to sew on. Even though he moved on pretty quickly, your words had stung him deeply, as it made it clear to him any romantic opportunity he had with you had been reduced and diminished into nothing. He placed it in front of you, motioning his hand for you to continue what you were doing before folding them over his chest. You growled, assuming that this was him punishing you for not reciprocating his flirts. However, it ended up being the exact opposite, as he intently observed your stitch, attempting to pinpoint where you were going wrong. Your accuracy was fine, your hands enwrapped the needle firmly but gently as you intertwined it within the cloth and there, he had picked up on what you were doing wrong. He carefully set himself behind you, having his chest press against your back as he wrapped his arms around you to hold your hands. The surprise caught your breath and made it hitch, feeling his ice-cold hands gently coddle your warm ones, balancing out the heat. Catching on to your growing flustered state, he smirked but his voice disguised it perfectly as he explained your mistake to you while beginning to guide your fingers through the cloth.
â âYour accuracy, your grip, all of that is perfect, sweetheart. Your mistake is you pull the needle out too early before allowing it to catch proper depth within the cloth. Thatâs why the final design comes out messy.â He explains, his words sounding almost like a textbook, professional, informative, while also comforting your tensed shoulders with his velvety voice and pet names as he continued to guide your hands until you reached the end of the segment.
Subconsciously, you had begun to relax in his grip, leaning your back into his chest as you finally perfected the technique with little help from his assistance as he withdrew his hands and allowed you to continue without him, setting his hands on the table and caging you in. He took the moments of silence to indulge in the warmth of your back pressing against him, a moment that came so rarely yet drove him insane every time your skin happened to graze him. You, on the other hand-- your mind was far from relaxed. You questioned why he was being so tender with you when he was so rough with you earlier, unprovokingly shoving you to the ground and humiliating you in front of your classmates. You opened your mouth to question him, but reluctantly closed it once you realized you wouldnât get a real answer if you questioned him. After all, after being so kind the next day heâd return to normal as if nothing happened-- as if there was no spark between you both. He awoke you from your thoughts by placing his fingers below your chin, softly lifting your face to meet his own.
â âCat got your tongue? Or maybe I will, soon~â he giggled to himself, grinning down at you, this time a genuine smile that expressed pure delight.
â âWhat happened to us, Mitsuya?â You bluntly asked, causing him to tense, his smile forming into a poker face as he contemplated your question carefully.
Months-- months ago, you were standing there after school after one of their club meetings next to the campus entrance, waiting for someone as she told him. He offered to wait with you but you told him it was okay-- no, you shooed him off, giving him some excuse as to why he couldnât wait with her. A little arrow pierced through his lovestruck heart but he nodded and walked away, however he did not leave. He remained across the street hiding in the corner, far enough for her to not notice he still remained on campus grounds but close enough to still see her patiently waiting. He insisted his duty as her club president was to watch over her and ensure her safety, of course, there was nothing special about that. Any club member would do a little spying just to ensure their kohaiâs well-being. She was pushing him away, that wasnât normal, so surely something must be wrong. That was when that little shit Takemichi came along and his mouth fell open, in shock she knew a loser like him. Hanagaki Takemichi did not attend their university, however, he was a part of Toman, which was still growing in power. Takemichi had only joined recently but he had quickly won the hearts of Mikey and Draken, therefore anyone would think Mitsuya liked him too. How far from the truth that statement was-- Mitsuya despised Takemichi. His dumbass couldnât fight for shit-- no brains nor brawn. During the fight with Valhalla, he was tasked with saving Baji and couldnât even do so. Thankfully, Baji had survived his stab wounds, although the doctors informed Mitsuya and the others he was very lucky to have lived. On lesser issues, Takemichi also shows no signs of respect-- going as far as to punch the recently appointed 3rd division captain, Kisaki Tetta. What the fuck were you doing with someone like him? He watched your interaction so diligently, taking every note of laughter, smiles, and nods you gave Takemichi until Mitsuya began to feel himself clutching his knuckles so tight they looked like they were about to pop right out of his fists. Was everything you had gone through for the past few months nothing more than a game? Had he misunderstood your feelings-- was there really no spark between you both? The thought of this made his stomach drop, hitting him like a truck. No no, that was clearly the case, there was no other reason why you'd giggle so much around Takemichi, smile at him so fondly, or gaze at him as your eyes began to sparkle whenever he got enthusiastic about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about.
The next thing he knew, he was yelling at you after club hours the next day, shouting about how much of a dumbass you were, and how you failed to pick up on social cues around you. Many other insults came flying out his mouth, hitting you like bricks, piling up and causing the tears to build up. Truthfully, the entire situation was an entire blur to him. All he could remember was the close proximity of your faces as he yanked your chain when you attempted to talk back, which is when he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall if provoked any further. You were released from his grip instantly and in a calm voice, he allowed you to exit, a loud sniffle accidentally slipping out of your lips as you ran out of the room before he could see you cry. He stared at you blankly, reminiscing before releasing your chin from his gentle fingers and backing away from you as he replied:
â âI could ask you the same.â
You remained looking at him for a few moments, before deciding it wasnât worth engaging with him. He watched as you carried your project back to your designated locker, locked it, and put on your backpack before asking the professor if you could leave since it was time to go. Glancing at his watch, he announced class was dismissed and you quickly rushed out before bumping into Hakkai directly outside the door to the left, who was waiting for Mitsuya. You apologized to him instantly, to which he smiled and patted your head. A conversation ensued between the two of you and as Mitusya walked out, he saw the two of you engaging and laughing. It almost identically mimicked the way you acted with Takemichi, innocently smiling and staring at him so adoringly. He envied the comfortability you both shared in your relationship, the air bubbling with chemistry. He doesnât realize how hard heâs staring until one of his club members taps his shoulder, greeting him and complimenting his outfit.
â âHey, Kashi! Love your jacket, is it new?â
Now heâs here, back at his place with one of his kohaiâs as he pushes her into the wall, roughly kissing her and quickly unbuttoning her shirt as she unzips his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and soon the rest of their clothes follow. Moans and groans fill the room, although most of them are hers. Heâs painfully silent throughout their session, too frustrated to really focus on her-- however, sheâs too accentuated on her own pleasure to notice heâs simply using her as a stress reliever and nothing more. Thereâs nothing wrong with her, sheâs beautiful, sheâs skilled, talented, kind, but sheâs simply not you. She looks nothing like you but her voice, oh god her voice, it sounded almost just like yours. Her moans made his skin heat up, imagining it was your warm silky hands embracing him, you begging him to love you more. It was enough to satisfy him for now, just enough to pretend the woman he was pleasuring so much was you. She moaned his name and he bit his lip, using all of his might to fight the instinct to moan out your name instead. His slams grew harsher and tougher, releasing all of that pent up desire and anger in single strokes. The rest of the night was a blur, as soon as he pulled off the condom he went to sleep, bored of her.
â âKashi~â
He sighed, remembering his idiocy of yesterday evening and how heâd now have to gently reject this girl without letting her know he simply used her as a distraction. He spent a good minute contemplating her name before she spoke to him again.
â âKashi? You alright?â
â âMmh, sorry... just tired.â
â âAh, itâs fine sleepyhead~ you know, yesterday was really fun, we should do it more often. How about a date tonight?.â
â âAwh...dear⌠thatâs awfully sweet of you⌠Iâm just not looking for something serious right now. Iâm just into one-night stands at the moment.â
â âOh⌠oh! Maybe we could be sex partners then?â
â âAh, Sure⌠sure.â He privileged her with a smile of pure pity, relaxing his head back on the pillow, hoping to drift back to sleep so once he awoke sheâd be long gone. The plan was if she ever reached out for sex again, heâd just come up with some excuse on how he was busy finishing a project. His mind drifted off, thinking about seeing you in class, only to remember it was a Saturday and that meant he didnât have class with you-- in fact, Saturdayâs were a relatively free day for him. He booked himself with classes every other day and decided he should have at least one day off. You know what that meant? Heâd have to fucking dread it with this chick until she took the hint and left. The faster he fell asleep, the sooner this day would be over. He didnât bother to listen to the woman as she continued speaking to him, closing his eyes as he censored her out and slowly drifted back to sleep.
tags: @haiq-trash, @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron
a/n: f in the chat for anyone who thought bully! Mitsuya had healthy coping mechanisms, also you should check out @darenimo if you already haven't because she helped me proofread this chapter and gave me all of her commentary while reading it and I sobbed for a good 10 minutes straight. I love she.
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Where the heart is // B. B.
Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)
TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.
A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]Â
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Waking up from this nightmare How's your life, what's it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? And how broken my heart is
The apartment is deadly quiet as Bucky steps inside, only the rattling of his keys echoing through the halls that once seemed so warm and inviting are now but a cold reminder of what used to be.
People never really talk about these moments. The after. The wreckage. The ruins of what used to be. Sure there are movies and books and countless songs but they take the feeling and they wrap it up in beautiful words and prose and make something beautiful of it.
Thereâs nothing beautiful in the way Bucky feels as his feet drag him towards what used to be his bedroom, which is now hers. Thereâs nothing beautiful in the way he feels as his eyes wander over to the closed door behind which lays an empty room. One that is empty not because of choice but because of the shitty cards life has dealt both him and her.
There is nothing beautiful about the way he feels. Only sadness. Only hurt.
When he turns the corner and steps into the bedroom, his heart drops for a second. He hadnât expected her to be here, not with how quiet the place is. But sure enough, there she is. Sitting on the fluffy comforter they bought together, legs tucked underneath herself. She said that comforter was the exact same shade of blue as his eyes. Now she doesnât even lift her head to look at him, focusing only on the box resting on the bed before her.
âHey uh â I didnât expect to run into you.â Â
â I live here. Sorry to disappoint.â
â I know, thatâs not what I meant. Itâs just so quiet. â
She shrugs but still doesnât look up. Thereâs so much resentment there, dripping from every word. He canât fault her for it. Not even a little. If he was her, heâd hate himself too. Maybe this will make it easier for them. If she hates him, thatâs a straight cut. Right? Hating is easy. Itâs loving thatâs hard.
â Itâs like that now. You here to get some of your stuff?â she asks, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes are red and tired. Not like they were when he left, filled with tears and sorrow. Now theyâre just infinitely sad and exhausted. Like all the life and all the warmth and all the passion that he fell so deeply in love with, has been sucked out of her. He hates knowing itâs partially his fault.
â If thatâs okay with you.â
â sure. â
The movies and the poems and the books and the songs, they never talk about this. The after. The limbo. The âwill you keep this or shall I take it?â
They donât talk about the fact that youâre supposed to pack 5 years of relationship into a bunch of boxes and figure out what to do with it.
He quietly walks into the closet, as if making any noise would break whatever bubble is currently surrounding the two of them. Sometimes he wonders if things would be different had they been different people. Had they been able to express their feelings differently. Sometimes, in the most secret part of his heart, Bucky wishes there wouldâve been screaming. Maybe screaming wouldâve been helpful. Sure, itâs not the most eloquent way of communication but at least it is communication. But there was no screaming. Only silence. Only feelings swallowed up to never be spoken about. To suffocate them from the inside out.
Making as little noise as possible, Bucky grabs some of his clothes and stuffs them into the duffle bag Sam gave him. He had that look on his face, the pitiful one. The one that says âsorry, manâ. Thereâs no reason to feel sorry for Bucky. This is his fault after all.
Thereâs a sound coming from behind him, and for a second he really believes itâs his mind playing tricks on him. But then he hears it again, louder this time, more clearly.
Sheâs laughing. Maybe not a full-on laugh but a chuckle. Itâs been a while since heâs heard that sound.
â Whatâs got you laughing like that ? â Bucky asks as he turns back around only to be greeted by her smiling face. God how much he misses that smile.
She looks back down towards the box in front of her and the picture in her hand.
â Itâs uh â itâs a picture of the first time you stayed over. â
His legs carry him towards the bed as if they work on autopilot. As he sits down next to he can just about make out the scent of her shampoo. The one he bought for himself last week, not because he necessarily likes to use it. He bought it because he misses the scent. Because he misses her. And if he can keep her close like this, even for a small moment, heâll buy an entire store's worth of shampoo.
Her fingers gently grip the picture so as to not rip or crumble it. He canât hold back the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips as he recognizes the picture. Itâs a slightly less gloomy version of him, in love and asleep. Curled up on her old tiny couch in her old tiny apartment with her dog Yoda sleeping soundly on his chest. He was so nervous to stay over at her place the first time he did. Nervous about so many different things but mostly about doing something to hurt her. Physically but also emotionally. To think that now his biggest fear came true, crushes his heart even further.
â I miss Yoda. He was a good dog,â she says as she puts the photo back into the box. Truth be told, Bucky misses him too. He was grumpy and lazy and he didnât ever really listen to them. But he was loyal and cuddly and all in all, he was the perfect dog for the two of them. And he had accepted Bucky into his and her life immediately. As if he knew that Bucky of all people needed nothing more than a chance to prove himself to be something other than a killer.
There are more pictures in the box, alongside other clutter that Bucky canât quite make out. One of the other pictures he can see clearly, is one of the two of them on their first Halloween. The Halloween that Bucky didnât want to dress up for. The one he promised himself he would spend curled up on his couch watching a scary movie and not open the door to anyone, Trick or Treaters or otherwise.
He ended up going out anyway. With her. FOR her. And it was one of the best nights of his life even if it meant he had to dress up like a skeleton.
â What is all this? â he asks though, by the way his heart starts beating faster, Bucky isnât sure he even wants to know the answer to that question. â You getting rid of our pictures? â
He doesnât want it to sound so accusatory. Theyâre broken up. Separated. In the early process of a divorce. She has every right to get rid of their pictures. Get rid of him. Bury the memories. Just because he canât let go doesnât mean that sheâs grieving in the same way.
â No, â she scoffs and pulls out a small scrap of paper, â this is a memory box I started when we first got together. Itâs things I didnât know where to put but that I wanted to hold on to. I had planned to give it to you for our 10 year anniversary but ⌠well â
She doesnât have to say it. He knows.
â Then after the â seperation I put some other stuff in there. Memories.âÂ
â Can I see what else is in there? â he asks â since I wonât get to see it on our 10 year anniversary.â
Bucks isnât quite sure why he adds that to the end of his sentence. It makes him sound spiteful and mean and he can tell, by the look on her face, that it hurts her. And heâs done enough of that in the past. Isnât that exactly the reason they are here in the first place?
She considers it for a moment and Buck can only guess the different kinds of emotions running through her then. He feels them too. All of them. They are confusing and most of them are negative. She has no reason to let him see this, relish in sweet nostalgia with him as if everything is okay and theyâre not getting a fucking divorce.
â Sure, I guess. I â yeah.â
She scoots more to the middle of the bed, making more space for Bucky to sit down properly. Heâs perched on the side that was his. The side he fell asleep on and woke up on so many times. And she was there next to him. Always there and warm and soft. And sheâd smile at him through sleepy eyes and a hazy mind and sheâd rival the sun. And then sheâd gently comb her fingers through his hair and say good morning and he knew it would be â a good morning.
He hasnât had a good morning since he left.
She moves the box to sit between them on the bed and motions for Bucky to start digging in.
Thereâs a pile of what he realizes are old movie tickets. It's something they used to do when they first started dating. Thursdays were movie days. But while everyone went to see the new blockbusters, the two of them would pick the movies that sounded the weirdest and theyâd buy a big bucket of popcorn and blue raspberry slushies and just relish in the grandeur that is bad cinema. Most of the time they were the only ones at the cinema. Sometimes things got â R rated.
â Why did we stop doing this? â she asks as Bucky looks up from the tickets â going to the movies I mean. It was always my favorite day of the week. â
He tries to remember. Tries to pinpoint the moment when life changed and their Thursdays werenât their Thursdays anymore. He canât. He comes up empty.
Sometimes life changes in little ways, ones you donât realize at that moment and they donât seem significant either. Itâs a broken tradition. A missed movie night. Itâs slow and creeping but at some point, you stop and look at your life now and it doesnât resemble your life then anymore. Everything has changed and you didnât even notice. Not for one single second.
â I have â Â I have no idea. â he has to confess.
â Remember that movie with the killer florist ? â she asks and her voice is laced with laughter. Something sparks up in his heart. A tiny flicker of something heâs missed. Something he hasnât felt in a while. He canât help but laugh along.
â I do! Or the one where the woman fell in love with the Koi in her neighbor's pond? â
â Oh god! That was terrible. â
â It was.â
She looks wistful for a moment as if her thoughts wander off to some long-forgotten memory.
â What are you thinking about? â
He never usually had to ask her. Heâd either know or sheâd tell him on her own accord. Itâs like thereâs an invisible wall between them. One he wants to break down or climb over so badly. But does she want him there? After everything?
â The day we saw that movie was the first time you said I love you. â
Itâs true. Now that she mentions it he remembers it so clearly. Itâs like heâs suddenly faced with a scene from a movie heâs forgotten about a long time ago but once someone mentions it, he remembers it in great detail. Knows every word. Every line.
â I still donât quite know what it was about that moment that made you say it but â â she trails off, a smile playing on her lips.
Bucky knows. It wasnât a groundbreaking realization back then. Heâd been feeling it for months. Fell deeper in love with her with every glance, every smile, every silly movie he got to watch with her. They went to some dingy diner after the movie to grab a burger and some fries. The leather seats were old and the filling was spilling out, the air smelled of grease and air freshener, and the laminated menu cards were sticky with undefinable stains. All things considered, it shouldâve been a bad date. It wasnât though. Nothing was ever bad with her. She smiled. All she did was smile and hum along to some song Bucky didnât know as it spilled from the jukebox. And it occurred to him then, that there was no need for a big gesture or a special moment. Every moment with her was special. Life couldnât get any better than this. Existing was enough if only she was there.
â Nothing. â
â Hm? â
â There was nothing special about that moment. I just realized that I would be okay with anything if only you are there. You â thatâs all I need in life. â
She looks at him then and for a second he thinks that maybe sheâll kiss him. Tell him that they are making a mistake and ask him to come back. Tell him that she doesnât blame him. That she forgives him. That she wants him anyway. Despite â everything. She doesnât though. Just sighs and pulls another picture from the box.
Itâs a picture of the two of them cuddled up on the couch with a tiny white ball of fluff resting on her chest.
â Our first picture with Alpine. â
â That was taken on the day we found him. Look, you can clearly see the scratches on my face from crawling around the dumpsters to rescue him. â Bucky points out.
He had never thought of himself as a cat person. Really he wasnât so much an anything-person anymore, after Hydra. But somehow that little cat had wormed his way into his heart and refused to leave.
â Was worth it though! â
Bucky nods his head in agreement â it was. â
â You should â you should take him. Heâs really more your cat than mine.â
â Heâs our cat.â he points out.
â Bucky there wonât be an ours anymore. Soon.â
It breaks his heart. Over and over again. He just got used to being himself. The version he was when he was with her. How is he gonna deal with doing it all over again? He doesnât want to be a version of himself after her.
â I donât have a place yet and Samâs allergic. â
â He can stay here until then, of course. I love him. â
Thereâs a lot of love there thatâs being given up on, Bucky realizes. And he hates every part of it.
â Shit, remember this? â she chimes up again as her hand holds onto a thin receipt, the black ink bleached away and thinned out from years of being stuck in a box. From years of memories fading.
â Is that from the ââ
â The tattoo place, yeah. â
The patch of skin on the inside of his arm grows hot as if he is suddenly aware of what is there. Something long forgotten. A small letter forever etched into his skin in black ink like the way sheâs forever etched into his heart. Always there. Forever. Just like the delicate lines that write his own name onto her collar bone. James. Not Bucky. Not Winter Soldier. James.
â Oh god, I canât believe you kept these,â Buck exclaims as he picks a pair of bright blue knitted socks from the box. Theyâre made from scratchy wool and there are a million and one holes in them. Itâs so her. So quintessentially her. To keep them. With their holes and their scratchy wool and all. Even if theyâre a mess. Even if theyâre broken. She holds onto things no matter how bad. No matter how lost and sad and broken and useless. She holds on tight and doesnât let go. Unless you make her. Unless you force her to. Unless you break her heart.
â Umm ⌠you made them for me. Like you literally learned how to knit to make me a pair of socks to keep my feet warm. That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, Buck. Of course, I kept them. â
Bucky bashfully shrugs his shoulders, a tint of red dusting his cheeks. â Iâm glad you liked them. Even if theyâre scratchy. â
â I like you and Alpine and you guys are the scratchiest,â she points out. Sheâs not wrong.
â Was I a good boyfriend? â Bucky asks and while in the grand scheme of things it really doesnât matter, he wants to know anyway. Wants to know he did something right.
â You were the best boyfriend. â
â Iâm sorry I was a shit husband. â
She stays quiet for a moment and with every second that passes by he breaks more and more. He wonders how much of him is left at this point. How much thereâs still to lose. Then again, what does it matter? He lost her and thatâs all that really matters.
â You werenât a shit husband, Bucky. â
Itâs like the world suddenly moves in slow motion as they both grab the 2 things left in the box.
Bucky holds onto the blue velvet box knowing exactly whatâs inside. The last time he held it, got on his knees in front of her, put the ring on her finger, that was one of the best days of his life. A sign that the Winter Soldier was his past and that he could finally truly move on. They were younger, in love. Happy. Now he hardly remembers what happiness feels like.
â I was so nervous to give this to you. Not because I thought youâd say no or anything. I just â I just wanted to be enough. The ring and the proposal and â me. â
â You were always enough. â she says and he can hear the tears in her voice. Itâs thick and heavy and he knows that if he looks at her now, there will be tears in her eyes too.
But he doesnât look at her then. His eyes fall onto the piece of fabric in her hands. Itâs so small. Soft peached colored with a little bunny embroidered on the front. Itâs tiny and cute and it belongs to no one. Itâs tiny and it shouldâve been theirs. But it isnât.
â No, I wasnât. He says and shakes his head. You deserve more than I can give you. â
She throws the baby romper back into the box and gets off the bed as if someone has set it on fire.
â Whatâs wrong? â he asks as if he doesnât know. Everything. Everything about this situation is wrong. Theyâre supposed to make love on this bed, not cry over memories long gone. Push away thoughts of their looming divorce.
â I donât know, Bucky. Maybe you can tell me. â She calls out to him as she pulls the rest of his shirts from the closet and throws them into the bedroom. Colors of fabric flying through the air like wings of a bird flapping through the winds. Some of them she lops at him, passion and anger and wrath and sadness filling her eyes. â Maybe you can tell me why the fuck weâre doing this. Why weâre putting ourselves through all this pain and suffering and this bullshit divorce. Maybe you can tell me why you left me to have a fucking breakdown every time I walk into my closet and see this goddamn dress, â she cries while holding up the hanger over which her beautiful white wedding dress is draped. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Like a goddess. Like an angel. Like his redemption.
â We were happy. We were trying to have a family. And then what â it doesnât work and you leave? You just gave up. â
â I didnât give up. â
â Yes, you fucking did! You gave up and you served me divorce papers and you didnât even give me a fucking choice. â
â You agreed! â
â Because I love you and if you donât want to be with me, then I am not keeping you. I love you enough to let you be happy even if itâs without me.â
Those words send a shock through his heart. Like an icicle. Cold and sharp and unforgiving.
â You think I donât love you? You think YOU are the reason?,â Bucky questions before grabbing the romper from the box and holding it up â this is the reason. This is my fault and mine alone. Itâs my fault that this belongs to no one. Itâs my fault that thereâs an empty room in this apartment that you canât walk into because it hurts you too much to see it empty. You deserve to be a mother and clearly, I canât give that to you. Thatâs the burden I carry but itâs not one that should be put on you. I canât give you this but you deserve it and you should have it. So this is me letting you go so you can find someone that can give you a baby. Someone who isnât broken. Someone who doesn't have a body that doesnât work anymore. Not in the way it should. â
â James, â her words a but a whisper as his name tumbles from her lips and she lets her wedding dress fall to the floor to sit next to him and hold his face in between her hands. â That wasnât your fault and you are not broken. I want a family, yes. I want a child. But with you. I want a family with you and it doesnât matter if itâs my blood or not. Itâs our family whichever way we decide to do this. And if we â if we stay just us and Alpine thatâs fine too. I just want you and whatever else we decide on. Together. I love you, James. I love you and I miss you and I donât want a baby if itâs not with you. A family means nothing if it doesnât include you. Whatever the consequences of the serum are, they are not your fault. You are not broken, James. You are you. Youâre a hero. A husband. And maybe one day a father but above all, you are James Buchanan Barnes, a survivor and you are not broken. Â â
He knows he should be saying so many things right then but all his thoughts get tangled up and won't find the way to his lips.
Instead, he says the only other thing he can think about right then.
â You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. â
She laughs through the flood of tears that leak from her eyes and trail down her face.
â I mean you always look beautiful but that day. My god. I honestly couldnât believe you said yes to me â of all people. 106 year old me. Wouldnât believe it until the moment you walked down the aisle. Then I knew that this was really the start of my new life. Of my forever. â
â I miss you Bucky. â
â I miss you too. â
â I donât want to divorce you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband.â
â Even without the babies? â
â Yes, â she nods and brushes her fingers through his short hair. â You are my family James and you are enough for me. Alwaysâ
â I love you. â he says because really, itâs the only thing he can think of. The thing he wants most. The only thing that matters.
Without another word, he pulls the ring from the box and delicately slips it back onto her finger. Where it belongs. Where it always belonged.
â Iâm sorry I was ever this stupid. I shouldâve just talked to you â
â Yeah you should have but right now can you â can you just kiss me? â
She doesnât need to ask him twice. He kisses her once, then twice, then once again. Itâs been a long long time since the last time heâs kissed her. Too long. Way too long.
Heâs not gonna stop anytime soon. Never again. Never ever again.
â Hey, â he says â how about you slip into your wedding dress I think for all my stupid decisions I owe you a dance. â
â I think you might be right. â
And sheâs smiling, so bright and radiant. Like the sun. Like all the stars. Like his own personal light in the darkness.
â Donât expect too much though. I just cried, my hair is a mess â I wonât look the way you remember me looking in this dress. â
â Youâll look gorgeous.â
And heâs right. She looks breathtaking. She looks like a wonderful, wonderful dream. Like love captured in a person. Like a second chance. Like his home.
There are a lot of thoughts racing through Buckyâs mind as he pulls her close and they sway to the melodic tunes of their wedding song as it sounds from the speakers of her cellphone. But above all thereâs love. And the knowledge that he is enough. That they are enough. Their tiny little family. Perfect and not broken or missing anything. Itâs good as it is.
They donât have to think about who gets to keep the decorative throw pillows, the records they used to collect together, the plates that were a wedding gift, the cat. Because itâs theirs. Together. Shared.
And forever.
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"ENCHANTED" Sam & Y/N <3
Quick shout out to @tlexx, @ageoftambourine, and @dharma-divine for helping me along in this process. I couldn't have done it without you guys. I love youâ¤â¤
WARNINGS: vulgar language, mentions of cheating, and crying just lots of crying
You spent the entire day in complete and utter depression.
You kept wondering what went wrong and how things could have taken such a dramatic turn.
Your mind was reeling, you couldn't focus on anything.
You tried cleaning the apartment, but kept getting distracted by the note that was still on the counter.
You thought playing some music would help to drown out the negative thoughts, but no luck, all the albums were ones that Sam and you had picked out together and would dance around the living room, so that definitely didn't help.
You finally decided to just sit in silence on the couch and reflect on the past months to try and pinpoint the EXACT moment Sam and you had changed.
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Your phone woke you up, you looked at the clock
HOLY SHIT! it's 11pm
You had no clue when you had fallen asleep, but it was must've been awhile cause your coffee that you had warmed up was cold, and you had sleep lines across your face from the sweatshirt you had put on.
You looked at you phone, Sam's picture lit up the screen. You hit the green button.
"Hello?"
"Hey...did I wake you?" Sam asked
"Mmm no, I was just watching Marley and Me and was crying, y'know how I get whenever Marley and Me comes on" You replied. You didn't want him to know that you had spent the majority of the day sleeping because you were so stressed last night to get any sleep.
Sam lightly chuckled, "yeah you always cry and end up eating a gallon of ice cream"
You laughed "I DO NOT! That's you dummy"
Then you heard it. His laugh. It gave you the feeling of walking into a warm house with a fire going to save you from the blistering cold. It had become one of your favorite melodies.
The both of you were silent, when Sam spoke up,
"Hey-um, so I'm not going to be home tonight, the guys and I had a busy day, so I'm just going to crash with Danny at his place. I'll be by in the morning to shower and change."
"Sammy, you know I don't mind you staying at Danny's but I think we need to talk" you rushed the words out quickly so you wouldn't chicken out.
Sam sighed deeply, "Alright, we can talk in the morning"
You frowned, "ok, well I guess I'll see you in the morning. Good night, sweet dreams"
"Uh huh, yeah you too" then the call ended
Something was DEFINITELY wrong
...
(Next Morning)
After you had dumped the coffee and rinsed the cup, you changed into your sleep clothes and went to bed.
The morning came so quick you barley had time to shower, brush your teeth, put on clothes and shoes before Sam came through the front door. When he saw you emerge from your room with grey sweatpants, wearing his forest green sweatshirt with a white M embroidered on it, your white Converse, and your hair dripping wet, he knew you had gotten less than a restful nights sleep.
"Hi" you said
"You woke up late huh?" He asked
"...yeah, didn't get much sleep last night. It was weird not having you in bed" you said
"I had a rough time getting to sleep too, I had to tell Danny to quit snoring and when I woke up and didn't feel you by me, I kinda panicked" he confessed
You couldn't help how his words made your heart swell and beat 10x faster.
"Want me to make us some coffee and crepes, while you go shower?" You asked softly
"Yeah that sounds nice" he smiled and headed towards the room
You put the coffee maker on, and started cooking, by the time he was out, you were already plating the food. He grabbed your favorite mug and filled it with the cinnamon flavored brew and made it just the way you like.
You both sat down and ate in silence for a few minutes until he spoke up,
"So what did you want to talk about?"
You were caught off guard that you needed to put down your fork and wipe you mouth before answering.
"I wanted to know why you've been distant lately and why you seem snippy with me. Like last night, you didn't want to-y'know, be intimate" you said in the best calm way you could
Sam just nodded his head and peered at his coffee,
"I wasn't snippy, I just didn't want to do it. I was tired, and you don't like the smell of smoke anyway" he said in a matter-of-fact tone
"Sam...please don't do this. Don't act like I'm the only one who's acting sensitive. What's the matter, you've been distant for months and I want to know why" you looked at him with a silent plea to just come clean
He took a deep breath then finally looked at you dead straight in the eyes
"The guys and I are going on tour for 8 months, we're going to be in Europe and I just didn't know how to tell you"
There. He said it.
You were happy, but also sad
"Tour? Sam that's amazing! I'm so proud of you. When do you leave? Maybe we can go celebr-"
"Tomorrow. We leave for the airport tomorrow" he cut you off
"Tomorrow?" Then it hit you. He only came back to tell you he's leaving.
"How long have you known about this tour Samuel?" You asked with a firm tone
"About 4 months" he said
'That's about the same time he started acting distant' you thought
You couldn't help it. You started to cry.
"You've known for 4 months and didn't have the balls to tell me to my face? What the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just tell me and that I'll smile and say 'Ok Sammy, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back', do you think that little of me Sam?" You looked at him with tear stained cheeks
"What!? No of course not, I just couldn't find the right time. I wanted to tell you but you were always busy with school, or we were having fun and I just didn't want to hurt you. I thought it best to keep it a secret and tell you so that way it wouldn't hurt as much" he replied
You couldn't believe it, how could he do this to you? To YOU? Of all people.
You had to ask him, or you'd just combust
"Is the reason why you haven't been intimate with me because of another girl?"
He was silent
"Sam" you spoke
Nothing
You got up from the table and paced in the kitchen
"For fuck's sake, tell me!" You raised your voice
"Yes!" He yelled back "Alright is that what you wanted to hear?"
You stopped pacing, grabbed your plate and threw the food away. You started to make your way to the living room
Sam didn't like how calmly you were being about his confession
"Aren't you going to ask who it is?" He asked you
You stopped, turned around, and said
"No. If you think you can do this to me and I'm going to sit back and take it, then your sadly mistaken. I hope she was worth it. Have a good time on tour. When your done eating, please put your plate and mug on the counter and get the hell out of my apartment. I'll send your stuff to your parents" you replied
He couldn't believe it, you were breaking up with him. He had actually fucked up BIG TIME. There wasn't any girl, he just said it out of frustration and desperation. He wanted you to be happy that the band was touring but he also didn't want to leave you. He was having an internal conflict and couldn't decide what to do. He knew he should've told you sooner but didn't want tell you for fear of hurting you. He knew you would've told him that you guys would make it work, and it would have! You both weren't the best at communicating but it was far better than any other relationship he had been in. You were it for him. You were THE ONE. And now...that was gone. He had lost you.
You went into your room and didn't make a sound, you heard the chair scrape across the floor, you heard his footsteps as he threw away his food, pour his coffee down the sink, and walk put the door.
When you came out of the room, you saw that he had placed the dishes in the dishwasher. 'The one time he decides to load the dishwasher is when he's walking out the goddamn door' you thought.
As you looked around your apartment, you began to see all the memories of Sam and you and how happy you two were. You fell to the floor and cried so hard that you began to shake.
You were alone.
For the first time in 2 years, you were alone.
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attempt #37
This was the 52nd formula that Lena had come up with, the 45th solution that she had to wait several hours to synthesize, but only the 37th time she was injecting her shoulder with the resulting concoction.Â
It was bright green this time, which only made it seem all the more promising.
Thereâs a rush and some mild nausea that Lena had come to expect with the experiments, but everything else felt the same. For now. Setting the syringe aside, Lena called out, âHope, think of a number between one and a million.âÂ
Then, for the 37th time, Lena tried. She cleared her own mind, practiced the meditative mantras, stared intently into Eveâs eyes, bright blue yet blank with Hopeâs quiet disinterest, and... nothing. Not a single digit came to mind.Â
No matter how hard Lena tried, the only thoughts in her head were her own.Â
With an exasperated sigh, Lena rolled her sleeve back down and directed Hope to log their latest attempt as yet another failure before storming off to start her day.Â
//Â
Lena emerged from the laboratory with wrinkled clothes and dark circles sunken around her eyes, which was probably why the first thing she heard as she stepped out of the elevator was her personal assistantâs hushed commentary of, Oh sweet Jesus, she looks tired.Â
âOh, Iâm well aware, Hector,â Lena said, lofty and without much malice. âNothing a little coffee canât fix though.âÂ
Hector stared at her blankly. âIâm sorry, Miss Luthor?âÂ
âNever mind,â Lena said, rolling her eyes. She took the outstretched coffee in question as she walked by the assistantâs desk. âJust hold all my calls until the afternoon, please.âÂ
This time, when Hector grumbled under his breath about wow, she must be grumpy too, Lena ignored it. There were better things for the CEO to tackle, after all; as for example, some fitful sleep on her couch, perhaps?Â
Hours later, Lena was relatively well-rested, so she pored over her notes again, trying to pinpoint the exact variable she must have overlooked in her carelessness. Because by all accounts, the formula should have workedâLena had been certain of it. But then again, sheâd admittedly thought that of almost every attempt thus far.Â
When Hector walked into her office at some point in the late afternoon with a handful of contracts to be signed, Lena felt no closer to the solution and a slight headache coming on.
âIs there anything else I can help you with?âÂ
âAnother coffee would be great,â Lena said, as she sifted through the documents.Â
âOh my God, if she takes in any more caffeine, her heartâs going to literally explode...â Hector muttered to himself. âWell, maybe she wonât notice if I get her decaf instead...?âÂ
Lena dropped the papers onto her desk with a scoff. âYou know I can hear you, right?âÂ
Hector appeared startled, which seemed rather appropriate until he slowly said, âSo... was that a yes on the espresso?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
Hector maintained his slow cadence, carefully enunciating every syllable as if he were repeating himself, âDid you want to stick with your usual order... or maybe go with an espresso... because itâs a little stronger?âÂ
But in a normal cadence, also in Hectorâs voice and somehow clear as a bell in Lenaâs head came, âIf this woman doesnât get another nap in pronto, she is going to drop dead, and everyoneâs going to think I poisoned her coffee, because sheâs always inââÂ
Absolutely stunned, Lena continued to stare up at Hector in silence, eyes narrowing as the assistantâs slightly panicked voice droned on and on in her head. Until a louder remark broke through the reverie.Â
âWhoa, did she just fall asleep with her eyes open?âÂ
Lena blinked quite obviously, and her mild shock was accompanied with a loud and clear, yet unspoken Oh, thank God! from Hector.Â
But the Hector standing before her hadnât moved his lips once, only watching the bewilderment play out on Lenaâs face with some polite concern.Â
âThe usualâs fine,â Lena interjected before her assistant could press again. âOr the espresso, or whatever. I donât care, as long as itâs still hot and caffeinated.âÂ
âYou got it,â Hector said.Â
âDefinitely getting her decaf,â Hector thought as he turned to leave, but Lena hardly minded. She was too busy restructuring the rest of her day around this most exciting realization.Â
After some quick bit of arithmetic in her head, Lena set a timer on her watch for five hours, which was presumably the amount of time it would take for her body to break down the serum and render it useless. Then she logged on to her private interface and happily directed Hope to re-record attempt #37 as a success.Â
//
The ability to read minds was, quite simply, quite the advantage.Â
Though it wasnât so much âmind-reading,â as mind-receiving. The serum seemed to have granted Lena access to the loud and active thought processes of everyone around herâtheir inner monologue, if you will, everything put into words but left unsaid.Â
Lena had been hoping for more, to be able to break into other peopleâs minds so as to hack secrets, determine why supposed close friends would ever betray her, and the like. Maybe that would come with time and practice.Â
But as it turned out, there was rather plenty to be gleaned from the forefront of someoneâs mind, as people often thought about the things they werenât supposed to say before choosing more palatable means of expression. Which made the rest of Lenaâs workday somewhat informative, if not a little fun.Â
For one thing, Lena found out that a lot more of her employees enjoyed working for her than she had thought. All of them respected her, several feared her, and quite a fair few entertained invasive thoughts about her dĂŠcolletage before swiftly directing their attention elsewhere.Â
She also found out there was one board member in particular who liked to fudge the numbers during meetings, and that his face took on a very unappealing shade of off-white when Lena could inexplicably confront him with the actual results of his findings.Â
But most importantly of all, what Lena found out was that... she actually enjoyed this heretofore inaccessible sense of control this ability afforded her. She had taken on the experiments for a very specific purpose, but now, it was difficult to even imagine going back to how things were, even after the fact. Â
//Â
Lena walked into the DEO, and for the first time, the outpouring of distrust attached to the Luthor name was all but imagined. The disparaging thoughts followed her, even as the people who had them smiled or averted their eyes as she passed.Â
Nothing she wasnât used to though.Â
Alexâs voice slid into Lenaâs head in a whisperâ... the hell?âone whole minute before she actually greeted her, âLena, hey... Well, canât say that I was expecting you.âÂ
âYes, thatâs what it sounds like,â Lena mused, and Alex gave her a slight frown.Â
âSo, did you need something?âÂ
âWhereâs Kara? I want to talk to her.âÂ
Alexâs carefully composed face betrayed no emotion, but her thoughts sighed heavily, âOf course...â before ebbing away into something entirely indistinct and indecipherable.
Lena blinked. She hadnât encountered anyone whose thoughts werenât immediately accessible to her before. But here Alex was, giving directions to Karaâs current whereabouts, all the while muttering some underlying commentary in tones so hushed that Lena couldnât quite make out any of it.Â
â... Is there something on my face?â Alex swiped her sleeve across her forehead. âWhat are you looking at?âÂ
âWhat? No, nothing,â Lena said brusquely. âThank you for telling me where Kara is. Bye.â She turned on her heel, headed for the hallway that would eventually lead to the training room.Â
âWell, that was weird...â Alexâs voice drifted after her, a literal afterthought. âBut I mean, I guess she has a nice ass, soââ
Lena shot a dirty look over her shoulder, but Alex was already back on her computer, mind rattling off coordinates and running through tactical drills like a well-oiled machine.Â
//Â
Kara was wearing short shorts and a sports bra, panting, and absolutely drenched in sweat when Lena stepped foot into the training room. She looked over at Lena, her skin glistening against the dimmed green of the kryptonite-lined walls, and smiled wide.Â
âOh, hey! What are you doing here?â Kara asked, giving the punching bag one last jab before tugging her gloves off. "Did something happen or...? I mean, not that Iâm not happy to see you, of course.â She flashed Lena another bright grin before pressing a towel to her face and neck and chest.Â
It was enough to stop Lena in her tracks, and almost enough to put a damper on her plans. Almost.Â
âI need to talk to you,â Lena said evenly, eyes glued firmly to Karaâs forehead.Â
âYeah, sure! Jeez... Iâd give you a hug, but Iâm like sweating in places I didnât even know existed. Alex says that this is the only way to learn proper form and all, but wow. I canât believe there are humans who actually do this for funââÂ
âKara,â Lena cut in, lips pursing in exasperation. âIâm serious. We need to talk right now.âÂ
Kara blinked, then slowly nodded. âOkay, yeah, letâs talk... You wanna sit down?âÂ
âI prefer to be standing.âÂ
âOkay.â Kara remained standing as well, towel now crumpled in her hands. âSo, whatâs going on?âÂ
Lena took a deep breath, quickly running through the meditative techniques meant to keep her mind clear and open, then asked, âWhy did it take you so long to tell me that youâre Supergirl?âÂ
Karaâs shoulders slumped. âLena, I...âÂ
âNo, why did it take three years? Why didnât you trust me?â Lena continued, her pace steady and firm just like she had practiced. âI trusted you. I trusted you with every part of me, which is extremely difficult for me to do, and you just... didnât care, I guess.âÂ
âOf course, I care. Lena... I never meant to hurt you,â Kara said insistently. Her voice was loud, emphatic, and at the moment, the only thing Lena could hear. Â
âDonât!â Lena snapped when Kara started to approach her. âDonât come any closer. And stop talking! Just listen.âÂ
Kara exhaled sharply through her nose and raised her hands in tentative surrender in absolute, utter silence. Lena even paused for a beat or two, just to see if any of Karaâs thoughts would breach the surface, but none did.Â
âWhy couldnât you just trust me, Kara?â Lena asked, and regrettably her voice trembled on the last syllable. âWhy did I have to hear it from Lex?âÂ
Karaâs eyes widened. âLex? Lex told you before I did?âÂ
âShut up. Do not talk,â Lena hissed out, waiting for Kara to snap her jaw shut before continuing with a bitter laugh, âDo you, do you even trust me now...?â Kara stared, gaze hardening. âAnd how do you expect me to trust anything you have to say for yourself now?âÂ
Lenaâs questionsâall of the above and beyondâwere met with silence, strained only by the sound of Karaâs heavy breath and Lenaâs own thoughts.Â
Scoffing, Lena threw up her hands. âDo you even care that you hurt me?âÂ
â... Can I talk now?â Kara demanded, seething like she had any right to it. But when Lena shook her head furiously, she held her tongue and apparently everything else as well, because Lena couldnât hear a single damn thing.Â
When the alarm on her watch went off, Lena left, slamming the door on her way out. She contacted Hope through their private channel and had her re-log attempt #37 as just another failure.Â
Back to the fucking drawing board.Â
(next part here)
#who's ready for attempt 38 n' 39?#and did i honestly start another ficlet series when i already have so many ongoing?#WACK!#also wtf; why is this 2k words...?#my words.
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2021.09.04 DIR EN GREY at CLUB CITTA' -a knot only- report and setlist
00 SE
01 蟪éăťRinkaku
02 äşşéă袍ăăťNingen wo kaburu
03 é´ăťkarasu
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04 Devote My Life
05 CLEVER SLEAZOID
06 辍ăťAka
07 ăŚăľăŚăľăťTefutefu
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08 ćť´ăćŚć§ăťShitataru murou
09 Ranunculus
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10 HYDRA-666-
11 Rubissh Heap
12 T.D.F.F.
13 č˝ăĄăăă¨ăŽăă犺㝠Ochita koto
14 芊č¸ăżăťUtafumi
ENCORE
en15 ć§ăťOboro
en16 VINUSHKA
en17 Followers
en18 ć-saku-
Another rainy day but a rainy day with a concert. However I was held hostage in bed by my cat so I only arrived in Kawasaki at 4 and at the venue past 5.
Ticket exchange was very smooth and I was inside very quickly. There was a bit longer queue for goods but I didn't wait longer that 10 mins. Today's sticker design has Shinya.
Then (well after the loo run) I was at my seat waiting for the concert to start. It was weekend so the schedule was 30 mins earlier than the previous day. This time they started almost on the clock.
The sick people in the SE video were also representing people with mental conditions. There was 'RIP AMERIKKKA' on the US flag, another sign (road sign/informative sign?) had a longer text that included something about disabilities.
The band members started to come out and fans greeted each of them with clapping.
Shinya's new haircut is quite nice, he wore the cream jacket. Die had a long vest and black sleeve kinda things (they accented his arms in a very nice way). Toshiya had the jacket with gold embroidery. Kaoru a suit with thick black and white stripes.
Kyo had a white shirt with frill front and black fitted vest. He wore special make up that looked like a fool clown mask - the white paint covered most of his forehead but from the eyeline down started to narrow, so it really looked like a mask. The overdrawn lips went outside the white.
SE finished with the burning letters forming the tour title. Then they were replaced by DIR EN GREY that looked like it was made of ice.
Rinkaku was a good song to start with. The silence after MINERVA but with all hands in the air.
Then with NwK the energy levels were really high.
And then I heard the first notes from Karasu Love the guitars there, Kaoru was so interesting to watch.
But Kyo was easily pulling my eyes back! He kept such a good contact with audience todayđâ¤ď¸
Yet one more stolen moment during Karasu: Toshiya got his bass close to upright then reached for the mic stand, basically using it to play for a moment like an oversized bow (he didn't lift the stand just leaned it toward the bass).
And I can't pinpoint the exact songs but he went to the right side of the stage few times today, also came to the stage edge many times.
And by then Kyo's make up was already starting to melt and drip with sweat which really just added to the performance.
Aka had Kyo using the mic cord to create a loop.
Which song was it with the war scenes? There were many dates from the European theatre of WWII but it at some moment showed a medieval battle. And they also added more scenes from Middle East.
One more video I can't place is zombie subway game.
D.T.F.F. aka the song you will want to experience live at least once, I promise you. IT IS A LIVE 'let's have the audience go crazy' MASTERPIECE.
I can't write about each song, they were all just so raw and hitting at all right places. I was headbanging, jumping, fist-pumping, rocking basically non stop (thank you my aisle seat that gave me space allowing to reasses the definition of 'excessive headbanging'đ).
But one thing that changed for me for sure, yesterday I could still feel very keenly the loss at not being able to sing and scream my heart out, but today it was gone. I felt more confident that we can communicate our feelings and reactions to them even without it.
Kyo gave us 'let us hear your heart voice' just as they were starting Utafumi, and during the song hitting his chest with the mic. It wasđĽđĽđĽ
And then the main part was over and we were clapping and clapping and clappingđ
They came out for encore in different clothes. Kaoru had a black tshirt without sleeves, Toshiya a black blouse with the flower piece from the day before, the string kind of tie is actually part of the piece I think. Shinya also wore a black t-shirt, same as Die I think (not 100% sure).
Kyo had a white piece with black straps that was almost like a white version of the alice uaa piece he wore for Androgynos, but it was asymmetric, one side was sleeveless. He wore the same (I think) wide cropped pants underneath it as with the black piece.
Oboro had the video in the back.
Vinushka had more current scenes added to the video, it could be Afganistan but definitely some scenes from a conflict in the Middle East. Kyo definitely reached very deep into us.
Followers after Vinushka was a genius decision. The energy again was justâ¤ď¸
And then before saku Kyo started announcing last song, screaming 'LAST! LAST! GUYS!! GIRLS!! Let us hear your heart voice!!!! LAAAAAAST!'
During saku all members were going to other side of the stage, Toshiya went to play in front of Shinya for a bit as well. And Kaoru was for a moment headbanging with Die. Kyo moved around his stand coming to the edge of the stage and kept looking at the fans as we were headbanging and fist-pumping.
Then when the encore was finished Kyo stayed on the stand, the emotions on his faceđđđđđâ¤ď¸
He then stood up and pointed at the audience, from his eyes to the audience and again and again. He waves us goodbye before leaving.
Shinya left very quickly, Toshiya came to the edge of the stage before leaving. Kaoru took one pick and saluted us. Die waved as he was walking off.
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Kara moving in with her best bud Lena for Reasons (maybe her apartment is temporarily fucked up?) and now Lena has to watch her exercise/weight-lift/do yoga in a sports bra in her apartment
Itâs already been a capital D type of Day, full of misogynistic potential investors and minor workplace explosions, when Lena opens her front door to the sight of Kara Danvers in a perfect-form downward facing dog on her living room floor.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â she mutters, dropping her keys noisily onto the kitchen counter and making a beeline for the booze cupboard.
âDid you say something?â Kara asks angelically, transitioning smoothly into a cobra that very delightfully and extremely unhelpfully causes her biceps to flex like a Greek goddess. Her eyes, bluer than ever against the vast expanses of smooth golden skin on display above the sinfully tight cerulean sports bra sheâs wearing, flutter angelically. She beams beatifically up at Lena from her yoga mat as if thereâs any possibility her superhearing didnât pick up on Lenaâs words. As if she isnât just trying to make Lena repeat herself for her own amusement.
âWhat are you even doing?â Lena asks a little more sharply than she intends, jaw clenched as she wills herself not to so much as glance in the direction of Karaâs exposed abs. She treats herself to a heavy pour of scotch, pauses to consider, then adds some more. âItâs not like you need to exercise. Like, at all.â
âSurely I get to indulge in whichever recreational activities I choose in my own home,â Kara replies cheerily, avoiding Lenaâs carried-home-after-a-shitty-day snark with practiced ease.
âYou gave up that privilege when you moved into my home instead,â Lena deadpans, Karaâs irrepressible affability in the face of her own bad moods beginning to chip away at her steely CEO armour. âThatâs what you get for letting a flea-infested mongrel into your apartmentââ
âHey, Toto couldnât help having fleasââ
âAnd not only that, letting it all over your couch, your bedââ
âHe was cold! He just wanted to snuggleââ
Lena shudders. âYou snuggled with that monstrous thing? I hope to god you burned the clothes you were wearing. And maybe the whole couch too.â
âToto was not a thing, he fit perfectly on myââ
âAnd isnât Toto usually the name of a small dog?â Lena asks incredulously, throwing back the scotch in one smooth swallow and pouring herself another. âThat beast was almost taller than you!â
âBeing a lap dog isnât about size, Lena. Itâs a state of mind.â
âA state of mind thatâs meant your entire apartment has had to be fumigated. Twice.â
âAnd Iâd do it again,â Kara says resolutely, pushing up into a high plank and inadvertently flexing her shoulders in a way that has Lenaâs fingers slipping around the tumbler in her grasp. âToto was homeless. He needed someone to take him in and love him, and I did.â
She drops to her knees and pushes back into childâs pose, tilting her chin up to gaze at Lena from between her extended arms. âJust like youâve done with me.â
And Lena curses Kara and every one of her ancestors right back to the dawn of time for how endearing she is in this moment. For how physiologically incapable Lena is of maintaining her façade of annoyance in the face of those earnest eyes. God, when had she gotten so fucking soft?
But any thoughts of the blonde as cute or adorable evaporate into thin air as Kara pushes back up into downward dog, lifting one leg straight above her in a graceful arch. Her forearms flex as long fingers grip into the soft mat and Lena chokes a little on her next sip of scotch, eyes unfortunately, deliciously glued to the jut of Karaâs hipbone through her yoga pants and the toned lines of her tightened thighs.
âSeriously though,â Lena manages, turning away from the sight and congratulating herself on the fact that her voice is only slightly higher than normal. âWhy do you even bother? Itâs not going to tone you up any. Not that you need it,â she mutters into her scotch glass, tipping out the dregs of the bottle and reaching into the cupboard for a fresh one.
When she turns back to face the living room Karaâs cheeks are flushed, almost as if sheâs blushing. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to her stupid, unfairly attractive head.
âYoga is about more than just muscle tone, Lena,â the blonde says disapprovingly, her gaze fixed on her mat. âItâs a mind-body connection. Mindfulness. Inner peace. Itâs doing wonderful things for my stress levels.â
âItâs doing terrible things for mine,â Lena mutters, knowing Kara will hear her but finding herself increasingly uncaring as the scotch warming her throat begins to course hot through her veins.
âThen maybe you should get down here and join me,â Kara murmurs, voice low as she switches legs.
The blondeâs tone is practically a purr and Lena chokes for real this time, spluttering out the scotch attempting to find its forever home inside her lungs. Kara is behind her in a second, hand hot through the thin material of Lenaâs blouse as she rubs gentle circles between her shoulder blades.
The offending appendage doesnât withdraw, however, even once Lenaâs regained full use of her airways and is wiping the tears from her eyes. In fact, itâs joined by a friend, and both of Karaâs hands slip up and over her shoulders quite without Lenaâs permission, fingers kneading into the tight muscle.
âWow, you are tense,â Kara murmurs, thumbs doing something absolutely sinful to the knots in Lenaâs neck. The blonde steps closer, bracketing Lena against the cool marble of the kitchen island with her hips and it takes every single shred of self-control Lena possesses not to sag back into the hot body hovering against the length of her own.
Lena shuts her eyes and bites down on her lower lip, hard. Anything to keep from focusing on the warmth radiating off Karaâs oh God partially clothed body like a furnace.
Long dextrous fingers dig delicious into the tense set of Lenaâs shoulders and she barely manages to hold back the breathy sounds of pleasure sheâs fairly certain she should not be making at her best friendâs touch. Kara, if anything, seems spurred on by Lenaâs restraint, fingers slipping inside the collar of Lenaâs blouse to press firmly against her bare skin and oh God Lena is not going to survive this.
In fact, she can actively feel herself giving in to the pull, to Karaâs ineffable magnetism. She sways backwards just slightly, and Lena swears sheâs not the only one who sucks in a sharp breath when their bodies fully connect. The frame pressed to her back is warm and firm and God, Kara is solid against her in a way that has all the blood in Lenaâs body migrating south with pinpoint precision.
âAre you sure you donât want to join me?â Kara whispers, her breath ghosting the shell of Lenaâs ear and making her shiver. âI could walk you through some asanas. Might help loosen you up.â
Jesus fuck.
âNope!â Lena squeaks, cheeks aflame, pushing away from Kara and snagging the bottle of scotch on the way to her bedroom. âIâm gonna go take a shower. Enjoy your practice.â
The quiet sounds of Karaâs chuckles follow her all the way down the hall.
Lena spends the first five minutes of her shower staring unseeing at the tiled wall, mind blank but for the image of Karaâs washboard abs over the waistband of her yoga pants, the firm press of her body against Lenaâs back.
The second five minutes is spent in intense silent conversation with herself, administering an internal pep talk worthy of a high school spirit rally and trying to convince her racing heart to resume its regular rhythm.
The third interval consists of Lena shampooing her hair in mounting despair, trying desperately to foresee a way of surviving the next three days of cohabitation until Karaâs apartment is deemed safe and fume-free if the blonde is going to insist on doing distracting activities and wearing distracting sports bras and just generally being distracting the whole time.
Itâs only by minute sixteen of Lenaâs long indulgent shower that a plan begins to form in her mind. She steps out onto the bathmat, appraising the various towels slung over the heated rail until she finds one fit for purpose. Tucks it snug round her body and pulls her dripping curls over one shoulder before making her way back out to the living room.
She can pinpoint the exact moment the blonde notices her entrance because the quiet room is suddenly filled with a rubbery tearing sound as Kara, on her hands and knees for a spine stretch, rips the mat beneath her hands clean in two.
Lena bites her lip to hold back a smirk, watching as blue eyes track slowly up the expanse of her bare legs, unimpeded by the towel that only barely reaches to mid-thigh, and then up to follow the droplets of water tracking their way down Lenaâs chest until they disappear into the soft fabric.
Karaâs mouth is hanging open, arms and legs splayed wide where they rest on either side of the torn mat, and Lena relishes the thrill of victory that zips up her spine like a firecracker. Two can play at this game, thatâs for sure.
âI was going to ask if you were ready to order takeout for dinner,â Lena says, letting her own voice drop low as she quirks an eyebrow. Her gaze falls pointedly to the sad remains of Karaâs yoga mat and this time she canât hold back her smirk. âBut it seems your mind-body connection might still need some work. Iâll leave you to it.â
Satisfied, she turns on her heel and saunters back to the bedroom, Karaâs eyes glued to her swinging hips like a physical weight on her body.
Cheeks pink, heart pounding, she drops onto her bedspread as a heady combination of relief and pleasure courses through her veins. Lena hasnât had a roommate since boarding school but maybe this cohabitation â temporary as it may be â will end up having a few unanticipated perks.
#incredible how much you can write when you're procrastinating the stuff you're actually supposed to be writing#no idea where this came from but thanks anon and that supercorp spin class gif set for setting me onto thinking thoughts that ended up here#anyways--#sc#minific#asks#anonymous#dings dot txt
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vegetable stew
Pairing: Kenma x Reader (f)
Contents: hurt/comfort; angst and fluff; body dysmorphia; eating disorder (negative thoughts, fat shaming, insecurity, mentions of starvation)
Word Count: 2.1k
Kenma has always been observant.
It was a large part of his success as a setter and even now his keen observational skills contribute to his career as a professional gamer. He tends to notice things others donât and lately that means noticing how youâve changed.
The more he thinks about it the more difficult it is to pinpoint the exact starting point of your behavior. Havenât you always preferred baggy clothing?
He remembers the pretty blue sweater you used to treasure back in high school, wearing it every chance you got as soon as the weather report hinted at anything lower than 10°C. He loved that sweater tooânot just because of the cute sweater paws it gave you or how it almost completely covered the shorts you wore beneath, offering an unobstructed view of your shapely thighsâbut instead he relished in the way it seemed to make you feel. The confidence and joy in your expression was clear as day when you wore your favorite outfits and early on in your relationship he had quickly learned that somehow your happiness was synonymous to his own.
Hence Kenmaâs current frustrations in seeing that spark of joy and self-confidence gradually diminishing in the past several weeks.
Although that particular sweater had long since left your wardrobe within the first few years of university, as well-loved and worn out as it was, the more recent favorites of yours have also seemed to have gone lately. It had been a while since you had worn the short yellow polka dot dress you had been so eager to show Kenma the first day you got back from the mall with your roommates. Every pair of shorts and colorful tennis skirts had also left your weekly rotation, leaving behind only dull sweatshirts with childhood cartoon characters and baggy joggers.
Objectively, Kenma hardly cared about what you wore. If fastening a potato sack around your form made you happy, Kenma wouldnât bat an eyeâthe problem stemmed from the fact these clothes didnât make you happy. Moreover, the bland clothing brought with them their own slew of behavioral changes.
You no longer wished to go out and you avoided taking pictures of yourself, your social media suffering from an obvious lack of cheeky selfies or âoutfit of the dayâ posts as of late. However, the most concerning change of all was your refusal to eat.
Kenma had a habit of forgetting to eat himself. He rarely felt the mild twinges of hunger, his attention generally hyper-focused on something else whether it was a game, a video needing editing, or a class project he had pushed off for far too long. It was only when his own stomach growling would startle him or the hunger pains got unbearable that he would acknowledge the human requirement of sustenance (not that the instant ramen in his cabinets provided much nutrients anyhow).
You were much more in tune with your body and, unlike him, you looked forward to eating; scheduled your days around it, even.
Your mornings began with a balanced breakfastâa meal Kenma was rarely even awake in time forâfollowed by a generous lunch break in which you would intentionally put everything on pause. Regardless of how much work you had to do you always made time to put everything down and have a decent lunch. It was good for your soul, you would say. A time to live in the moment and relieve yourself of stress.
For dinner you often made it a point to eat with others, whether it was going to a rowdy Korean BBQ with some friends or a dinner date at home with just him, you enjoyed sharing a meal surrounded by the people you love. On top of it all, you frequently had snacks: small bags of crackers, slices of fruit, or a few cookies you made yourself.
You loved cooking almost as much as you loved eating; most of the times he invited you over you brought a large bag with you filled to the brim with ingredients he wouldnât have a clue what to do with. You would chastise him about his awful eating habits, grimacing at the ramen and chip wrappers overflowing in the kitchen trash can before you diligently prepare a meal for you both, healthy and flavorful, full of the vegetables he hadnât had since the last time he went home to visit his mom.
You made him look forward to meal times too, if only to see the way you light up when he compliments your cooking or the pure bliss when you take the first bite of your favorite side dish. Eating with you became one of his favorite parts of the day.
And so that last time you made him dinnerâa steaming plate of curry with shrimp tempuraâthe normally delicious food suddenly turned sour on his tongue when he realized you had only made him dinner.
âIâm just not very hungry today,â you had assured him with a smile that didnât quite reach your eyes.
Foolishly, he hadnât said anything at the time.
Maybe you had a large lunch, maybe you had a stomach ache, maybe you just didnât want curry todayâat that point in time he had no reason to think there was something seriously wrong. He had no reason to think you were starving yourself.
It wasnât until weeks later when all the evidence stacked up, the many different signs piecing themselves together like a puzzle until it was impossible not to see the picture, even if a few were still missing.
Your baggy clothing, your refusal to eat anything, your off-handed comments about how the female characters in whatever fighting game he was playing had such nice figuresâit became crystal clear what you were doing and it made him feel sick.
Kenma doesnât generally care about othersâ looks; he tends to worry more on how he is perceived than how he perceives others but he is confident that he rather likes your body as it is. He would rather die than admit how often he finds his gaze wandering when your legs are bare or how his eyes naturally trace the curve of your waist down to the width of your hips his fingers twitch to touchâhe has had many thoughts about your body, none of which have ever been negative.
Even so, he doesnât mind if you want to change yourself. He isnât foolish enough to think he has the right to dictate how you decide to present yourself to this world, but he refuses to allow the reason for your change to be one that stems from low self-esteem or insecurity.
When you step into Kenmaâs apartment, weary from a long day of classes and the extra hours spent at the gym, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by the scent of some type of stew, warm and hearty. Your stomach clenches longingly but you quickly reprimand yourselfâyou already reached your tiny caloric limit for the day.
You have hardly made it into the living room when Kenma comes out from the kitchen, dyed hair tied in a low bun but messy, several strands poking out and sticking across his sweaty forehead. A dark blue apron is tied around his waist and his right hand holds a ladle, the perfect image of a frazzled housewife. If you werenât so shocked by the scene you would have laughed.
âWelcome back,â he greets softly.
âAre you...cooking something?â
Kenma looks slightly embarrassed by your incredulous tone but not offended. In all the years you have known Kenma you have never seen him in the kitchen for longer than the three minutes required to heat up a bowl of noodles. Him slaving away in front of the stove for a bowl of homemade soup is nearly unfathomable to you.
âVegetable stew...itâs my momâs recipe,â your boyfriend explains sheepishly.
The mental image of Kenma shyly FaceTiming his mother as she patiently walks him through chopping up carrots and mixing spices makes your lips twitch upwards and you make your way past him to curiously survey his work.
âYou didnât have to go through the effort, I could have cooked you something, yâknow,â you comment as you lean over the large pot on the stove.
The contents are a rich brown color with hints of potatoes, carrots, and onions peaking out. Youâre gifted another pang of hunger and you quickly step back as if it would prevent you from falling into temptation.
Kenma quietly slips into the kitchen directly behind you, his chest nearly brushing your arm as he speaks.
âIt's okay, I wanted to cook for us this time.â
You freeze.
Immediately, you break into a cold sweat, the prospect of eating sending you into a state of anxiety. You canât eatâyou donât deserve to eat. Not when your arms are so flabby, your waist so undefined, your inner thighs so close to each otherâ
âI appreciate it,â you start.
Your voice sounds unnaturally high even to your own ears.
âBut Iâm not hungryâI had a really big lunch.â
Turning, you try to offer him an apologetic smile but his face looks off. His lips are pulled into a slight frown and his eyes seem to be looking through you, as if he knows youâre lying.
âY/n...I donât like what youâre doing.â
You attempt to laugh but it comes out hollow.
âIâm not doing anything bad, just dieting a bit.â
âI think youâre being a little extreme.â
You huff, starting to feel defensive. You donât want to have this conversation, not now, not ever.
âKenma, Iâm totally fine, I promise.â
âIâm worried about you,â he insists.
âIâm telling you thereâs nothing to worry about, Iâm being safe.â
âSkipping meals isnât healthy.â
âKenma, being this fat isnât healthy!â
The words escape before you can think to stop them and you can already feel the shame pricking at your eyes as you turn away. You donât want to see your boyfriendâs look of disgust once he realizes youâre right, once he realizes how fat and unattractive his girlfriend is. Kenma is skinny, he deserves a petite girlfriend who is just as tiny, a girl with slender legs that look cute in shorts and a stomach that lays flat regardless of the time of day. He deserves the sexy girls in his video games, in shape from years of training and perfected suited for tight leather bikini tops.
You donât realize youâre shaking until Kenma wraps his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the side of your neck. He lets out a shuttered sigh and if you didnât know any better youâd think heâs crying as well.
âI love you,â he murmurs against your skin, âand I donât like seeing you hurting yourself. If you want to lose weight, Iâll help you. We can make healthy foods together and eat them together and exercise togetherâjust please stop skipping meals.â
Your throat feels like it's stuffed with cotton so you can only nod in agreement, raising one hand to weakly wipe at the hot tears staining your cheeks.
The two of you stand like that, huddled in the middle of the kitchen, for several long minutes until the last of your tears have gone before Kenma gently pushes you to sit down at the coffee table. He prepares two steaming bowls full of vegetable stew for you both and you silently eat as Kenma tells you how low calorie the broth is and how many nutrients his mom said were in the vegetables he used. He tells you about a new fitness game on the Nintendo Switch that you two can play together. By the time you finish your meals, Kenma has already promised to wake up early to go jogging around the neighborhood together even though you know he absolutely hates waking up early and exercising when he doesnât have to.
Your chest aches with how much he loves you, how far heâs willing to go just if he thinks it will help you and make you happy.
A small part of your mind begs you not to listen. It insists youâll be fat forever if you donât starve yourself; no pain, no gain. But the more rational part of you gazes into those soft golden eyes, filled with concern and love as he rambles on about the best sources of proteinâall stuff he had learned from his professional volleyball player friend Hinataâand you know your answer.
Kenma loves you, he would do anything to see you happy and healthy and you would do anything to please him.
You love him more than you hate yourself.
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abstract â the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than heâs ever been.Â
pairing â ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!readerÂ
wc â 4.1k+Â im so sorry lmaoÂ
warnings â cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!
[m blabs] â howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333Â
His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadnât told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person youâd ever thought would be there.Â
Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didnât. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off.Â
Well, Ransom wasnât necessarily known for biting his tongue. Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it.Â
It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since heâd be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill.Â
Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldnât tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasnât to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldnât realize it then.Â
You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant.Â
He just knew.Â
Maybe itâs why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human heâd ever met. More had to do with him.Â
Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen.Â
A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this â didnât make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didnât.Â
Truly, Ransom didnât realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss.Â
He still remembers the moment.Â
Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how heâd forgotten why heâd gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place.Â
âHere, let me help.â New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment.Â
âYou smell like him.â A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that youâd know it did. âI smell like who?âÂ
âMy ex-boyfriend.â Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch.Â
He didnât push you away either.Â
âBut he definitely didnât look this good.â Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. âDefinitely didnât feel this good.âÂ
He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, youâd looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring.Â
Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow.Â
âHe never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.â You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure â pulling him into you.Â
Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe heâd be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch.Â
What did Ransom want?Â
Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine.Â
The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess.Â
He didnât really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself.Â
He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew heâd have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didnât care.Â
Itâs why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it.Â
He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option.Â
Thanks to him, you didnât forget about him.Â
The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across.Â
Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life.Â
Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldnât help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care.Â
He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. Itâs what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same.Â
So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard.Â
Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didnât matter who talked to him â Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way.Â
He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course.Â
Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did.Â
The weeks and months blended together. He couldnât really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasnât fucking you like he really wanted to.Â
Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch.Â
More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day.Â
It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before.Â
Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in.Â
Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on. Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction.Â
He knew what she wanted; he didnât even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place.Â
âI said no. Donât know why you bothered coming here.â Linda angrily sighed. âYou should at least show up.âÂ
Ransom didnât notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didnât even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her sonâs embrace.Â
âItâs for Walt. You need to be there.â She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. âI expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.âÂ
The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow.Â
âI already told you, I canât.â Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasnât lost on him. âI have plans. Send him my best.âÂ
Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you.Â
âYou have plans? What else could be more important than your family?â The louder Lindaâs voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off.Â
He really needed to change his locks.Â
Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake â trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn.Â
âFine. Iâll go. Can you just leave?â She accepted Ransomâs submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him.Â
She really didnât like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest.Â
Almost like his life depended on it.Â
âWho is she to you?â With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransomâs cerulean blues.Â
âI donât know yet.â Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, heâd never act like that towards you. âMaybe someone I donât deserve, but want to be better for.âÂ
His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didnât know what Linda said next or when she left.Â
Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didnât have to deal with anything, he didnât have to say a word.Â
He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around.Â
It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of.Â
Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy.Â
Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands.Â
Heâd never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe heâd never been empathetic a day in his life at all.Â
Until now.Â
To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasnât from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom.Â
Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing sheâd been right about checked off the list.Â
The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. Theyâd never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransomâs rage.Â
Except Harlan.Â
Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldnât believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself.Â
More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy.Â
No bribes. No schemes. No games.Â
Just you.Â
âHugh, please talk to me.â How could he? Itâs not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasnât sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself.Â
âI know I lied and I fucked up, but please â we need to talk about it.â Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. âWe should have talked about this the moment you met me.âÂ
Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had.Â
âYouâre right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?â He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. âYes I can.â Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story.Â
âThatâs fair.â Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it.Â
Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self.Â
âDid you still love him?â Ransom questioned you. âI did. At the time, heâs all I ever really knew. I thought thatâs what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.âÂ
Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didnât split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex.Â
His friend.Â
âThen we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.â You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth.Â
âHe told me how much Iâd been irritating him and I couldnât help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.â You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down.Â
âThen I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights weâd been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.â You sighed, watching as he frowned.Â
âI ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.â You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face.Â
âYou made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.â This piqued Ransomâs interest.Â
You said love.Â
Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world?Â
Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you?Â
Even if you had broken his heart, heâd done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasnât really in a place to judge but it didnât change the fact it still hurt. A lot.Â
âHugh.â You heard him gulp rather loudly. âYes?â His tone came out as more of a question than a response.Â
The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. âYou've barely said a word.â He was surprised he didnât scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes.Â
He was surprised he hadnât let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you.Â
He was surprised he somehow couldnât inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands.Â
In pure bliss of just how much you owned him.Â
âI hate it. This fucking corner youâve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.â The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. âYou used me just to get back at him.âÂ
âLike I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldnât be mad.â He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. âIâve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.â To your surprise, even Ransomâs, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him.Â
You hated yourself for letting it get to this point.Â
âBut you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because youâre so much more than that to me.â The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop.Â
He would give anything â even you.Â
He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyoneâs mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed.Â
âI just assumed I was that for you.â You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. âYou are, though. You are more than that.âÂ
âThen how could you be so okay with lying to me?â The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him.Â
You let the tension get to you first.Â
âBecause I-I was scared if I told you the truth, youâd never tell me.â You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out.Â
âTell you what?â His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed.Â
âI canât spell this one out for you.â You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions werenât free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but.Â
âI donât know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.â He bit back, growing impatient and tired. âAny other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-âÂ
Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you.Â
âIâm sorry. I canât do this. I thought I could.â He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him.Â
You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe itâs why it worked for as long as it did.Â
âHugh! Get back here.â You were running, thankful youâd gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels youâd usually wear.Â
Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom.Â
This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them.Â
This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because thatâs when his own mother didnât bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school.Â
This was someone who didnât know how to love â and to be loved.Â
By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldnât fucking find them.Â
âHugh Ransom Drysdale.â Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. âFor once in your life, stop running away.âÂ
âWhy not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?â His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding.Â
âI canât speak for everyone else. I canât speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.â You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.
âI can only speak for me.â Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it.Â
You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didnât let him be for long.Â
Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand.Â
âIâm sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.â You thought it would be easier if he didnât have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze.Â
âYouâve done nothing but treat me like a princess. Youâve done right by me, more than anyone else Iâve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.âÂ
âIâm sorry I havenât done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.â You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you.Â
âI never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.â You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath heâd be holding all his life could finally be set free.Â
âI love you, Hugh.â The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own.Â
All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him.Â
He couldnât fathom it really because youâd been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better.Â
You liked how he felt on your tongue, too.Â
The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll.Â
The first woman he had ever fallen in love with.Â
The first one heâd stick around and not run away for.Â
So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasnât ready to say it outright. Loud and proud.Â
Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body â no longer lost in the blues.
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my one and only â yoo kihyun
a/n: here she finally is!! i hope you guys like it!! especially you fairy joo anon!!
word count: 2.9k (i know!! itâs the same length as the other two combined!!)
content: sub!siren!kihyun, dom!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), pegging, hints of choking(?), yep just like in the first one you do almost die and yes the other siren is wonho, this is also one of those pieces that is only partly smutty, the whole piece is romantic and cheesy and i'm in love with it <3
summary: overwhelmed and dazed with thoughts of a certain siren, you learn that if you call out for the siren thatâs fallen for you: heâll answer.
part 1 | part 2
itâs been so long since you went back to the beach. youâd say that you had almost forgotten your proposed date with a certain siren, but thatâd be a lie. he hasnât left your mind since you first heard his voice, saw his delicate yet sharp features. you were completely enamoured with him, though unsure if you loved the siren or if youâd truly just fallen for a boy with a soft heart and a cheeky smile.
but you do know that that unforgettable little siren is the reason youâre at the beach once more. itâs cold and dark out, so youâre 100% sure this is a bad idea, but your heart is calling out for him, and thereâs no not doing this. you take your first step into the water, flinching at the frigid temperatures, but continuing on, forcing yourself to keep going until you could completely start swimming, swimming out to the exact same spot.
your entire body feels frozen like an icicle, and itâs hard to pinpoint just how much time you have left until your body completely succumbs to hypothermia. maybe this was incredibly irrational, now that you think about it, because it absolutely was, and it feels like youâre going to die because this sirenâs got control of your head.
that is, until you hear a faint humming, the sound soothing you, turning the cold surrounding you from painful, sure death to a comforting blanket wrapped around you, the hum is enough to completely relax you. itâs at this point youâd be worried about drowning, but the humming becomes soft singing, it just wonât stop and you just feel so relaxed, thereâs no reason to worry about it.
but that voice doesnât sound like him. itâs softer, itâs lighter, and itâs clearly not kihyun. kihyunâs voice is sharper, itâs powerful and overwhelming, the kind of voice you get addicted to instantly, willing to die if just to keep hearing it. this voice was almost hesitant, shy, the kind of voice to fall for, itâs pretty and itâs cute and itâs not kihyun.
kihyun, please, your mind begs as you start to feel lightheaded, come to me.
arms wrap around you, keeping you from thrashing around more and trying to swim to the surface, to save yourself like you did once more. the voice keeps singing, still soft and hushed, like a whisper in your ear, itâs dizzying and makes your head spin.
you suddenly feel the arms release you, and you take the opportunity to snap out of it and swim to the surface, you barely make it, but you do. the burning in your lungs hits you all at once, but slowly dies down as you breathe more and cough up all the water.
âmy love,â you hear, and you almost cry out of relief. thatâs his voice, thatâs him.
âkihyun,â you mumble in response, so close to passing out, it's amazing youâve stayed conscious this long, âkihyun, kihyunâŚâ
âitâs me, itâs me, just relax. iâll bring us to shore,â he whispers, and itâs easy to just reach out for his hand that heâs extending for you, and thatâs when you lose consciousness.
â
you awaken with a dangerous fit of coughing, looking around in the dark blurrily. youâre not awake enough to process what heâs saying, but kihyun, suddenly in a more human-looking form, doesnât seem super thrilled with you, âi canât believe you came for me at this time, when itâs this cold, wearing this, i know me being a siren can make people irrational, but god youâre dumb.â
âhehe, and youâre really cute when youâre mad,â you mumble, touching your fingertip to his nose, making a âboopâ sound when you feel his skin. his cheeks are always flushed-looking, but youâre sure it flusters him, you can see it in the way he coughs at the awkward moment and canât meet your eyes.
âoh god, i donât know what to do, youâre clearly going to die from the cold water if i donât get you a jacket, maybe even if i do. and i donât even know where iâd get you something to wear,â he mutters frantically, but you weakly reach your hand up to cup his cheek (obviously temperature doesnât bother him) and he cups his hand over yours, kissing the inside of your palm, âstay with me, my crazy and irrational love.â
âcrazy over you,â you flirt with a wink, which doesnât exactly help the situation, and heâs not amused by your antics, too worried for you, âthereâs a lost and found by the pier, maybe youâll find a jacket there.â
he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead before running off, trying to be quick. you lay there, on the sand, shivering and half close to death, until he returns with a long jacket and some boots for you. heâs also fully clothed now, and you realize he was probably naked the whole time you were dying, âis there somewhere we can go to get you warmed up? where do you live?â
âi walked here, help me up and iâll guide us there,â you say, and he does just that, helping you, but before you can start walking, he cups your hands, trying to blow hot breath on them to warm them.
âi just wanted to say,â he starts, genuinely looking so small and vulnerable and in love like this, âdespite how dumb and irrational it was, thank you for coming back for me.â
ha, thatâs what i should be thanking you for, you think, but you smile, holding his hand as you lead the way.
â
you sit with him in front of the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate as he hums in your ear, lulling you into a more calm state, all the anxiety and fear over the fact that you nearly just died leave you body.
âi'm sure this wasnât what you had in mind for our date,â he mumbles, chuckling with a hint of sass in his words.
ânonsense,â you respond, reaching out to grab his hand, holding it in yours as you speak, seeing the way he eyes your hands, âwe can still have an amazing date! do you want some hot chocolate too?â
âiâve never tried itâŚ?â
you facepalm dramatically and he chuckles at your antics, âoh! right! youâre a siren! youâve probably never tried a lot of things...uhm okay...i bet youâll love it though!â
âthen yes, iâd like some,â he smiles charmingly, and you make a cup of hot chocolate for him too, making sure to put a lot of marshmallows just for him. he wonât know how much of a declaration of true love that is, the fact that you gave him more marshmallows than youâd even give yourself. he doesnât need to know that yet.
you give him the hot chocolate, and he seems to really like it, drinking it quickly like the temperature doesnât even bother him, âthis is really good! please make me more,â he smiles with some chocolate dripping down his chin.
âdonât move,â you murmur as you lean in, licking the chocolate off his chin and leaving a peck on his lips, smirking. you donât leave his space, staying so close that you can feel his nervous breaths against your face, cupping his cheek while you adjust yourself so youâre on top of him, âkihyun,â you murmur, leaning in to kiss him again.
he groans, breaking the kiss slightly, as your hand fondles his chest, flicking at his nipple just to get a reaction out of him. your kisses move down from his lips to his jaw and settling on his neck. you nibble and suck gently as he tilts his head away from you, giving you as much access to his neck as you please.
âyou ready to repay that favor?â you murmur in his ear, feeling the way he shivers underneath you.
âthought i did that when i saved your life,â he responds cheekily, smiling with those pretty eyes dimples that you want to kiss and kiss until your lips are blue. heâs always so unintentionally distracting.
âkihyun,â your tone is warning, and he caves instantly, immediately becoming much more docile and puppy eyed.
âwhat do you need me to do? i'm afraid iâm a bit.. inexperiencedâŚâ he mumbles the last part, almost seeming ashamed, but you press a kiss to his forehead, getting off of him and sitting back down on the couch.
âsit on the floor, between my legs, my kihyun,â you motion for him to move, and he does, slipping off the couch, onto his knees in front of you in an instant. his movements are so graceful and gentle, itâs like everything he does entrances anyone around him, âhere, iâll take off my pants and underwear,â you say as you do just that, âalright, now, lean in, kiss my inner thigh just a bit.â
he says he doesnât know what heâs doing and yet he easily throws one of your legs over his shoulder and leans in, doing exactly as you instruct, leaving gentle, wet kisses as he gets closer and closer.
you guide him through every part of eating you out: teaching him to suck on your clit, how to use his tongue just right, but the thing affecting you the most is his groans and moans that you can feel deep inside, the sound and feeling of him being ten times as overwhelming like this.
you tug him around by his hair if only to make him more vocal, keep him whining and whimpering against you, âcâmon ki, be useful and make me cum,â he keeps doing just as you showed him, but honestly itâs more you grinding against his face as you got close that set you over the edge.
you breathe heavily, still reeling from the orgasm, as he falls back on his hands breathing also quite hard, âi havenât cum that hard in so long,â you smile as you catch your breath, watching the way he seems nervous, adjusting himself to cover an obvious erection, âoh is kihyun needy too?â
âyes, he is,â he groans dryly. you motion for him to come closer with your finger, and he does exactly that.
âthen youâre gonna like what comes next, baby,â you whisper before you lean in to kiss him once more, pulling him up so youâre both standing, and leading him to your bedroom.
you push him onto the end and heâs left dazed as you go through your drawer, pulling out a pretty pink strap-on and a few other things. you can see how he gulps, seemingly nervous as you come closer.
âare you okay with this, baby?â he nods without a bit of hesitance.
âabsolutely, i justâ is this going to hurt?â
âno, no no i promise it wonât. and if it does, weâll stop immediately. this is all for you,â you reassure, and he takes a few deep breaths before letting you pull him onto your lap. the borrowed pants and boxers that donât exactly fit his body come off so easily and he whines as your lubed-up fingers prod gently at his hole.
âm-my love,â he whimpers, gently holding onto your shirt, âit feels too good, you feel too good.â
âyeah? then i canât wait for what youâll feel like when itâs my strap-on in you, baby. donât you want me to fill you up like that?â
âmmm, yeah, i know you want to ruin me, so do it, my love,â he groans as you start to finger him, keeping going until heâs completely comfortable and then adding another finger, stretching him even more, âi know i'm irresistible, i know iâll make you feel better than anyone else, i know my voice ruins you, so ruin all of me, wonât you?â
you almost growl at his words, ferocious in the way you handle him, âyou shouldnât talk like that.â
âwhy?â
âbecause i truly wonât be able to control myself anymore,â and in an instant, heâs lowering himself onto your strap, his mouth hanging open as he adjusts to the size.
ây-youâre so big,â he mumbles, closing his eyes as he gets comfortable, wiggling his hips around experimentally, moaning cutely. one of his hands goes up to cover his mouth, but you pull it away, holding both of his arms in place so he has no choice but to moan freely for you.
âyou say that but youâre already fucking yourself on my strap, baby,â you giggle, holding him close, his back to your chest, âkeep riding me, ki, show me how desperate you can get.â
he does exactly that, pleasing himself as you sit there, listening to his angelic moans, like theyâre almost hypnotic. instead of using them to silence himself, he reaches his hands back to hold onto you, and you let your hands wander, one touching his aching length and the other wrapping gently around his neck. his breathing halts, even without any pressure from your hand.
itâs almost ironic, how itâs him that canât breathe this time. your kisses on the side on his neck leave him weak and he loses rhythm on top of you. you help him by gripping his waist and forcing his body to keep pace, âbaby,â you murmur in between pecks.
ây-yeah?â his stuttering, breathless voice and the ache for more in his words makes you groan, gripping his neck tighter, and he throws his head back onto your shoulder.
âtell me how good my cock makes you feel, baby,â you lazily stroke his length, using the leftover lube from when you fingered him to easily get going.
he whines, which is the prettiest sound youâve ever heard in your life, âyouâ you stretch me out so good, my love. please, please, it feels so good, iâm already soââ his pleas echo in your head. theyâre disorienting and entrancing and you canât get enough of them.
âiâll make you feel even better than now, watch this,â you forcefully pull him off of the strap, keeping your grip on his waist and you flip him over, pressed against the bed as you enter him again in an instant. he moans even louder in this position, even with his voice slightly muffled as he turns his head to the side. itâs like music to your ears, âfeel free to get all your cum all over yourself and on my bed, iâd take it as a compliment.â
he cries out as you thrust into him, keeping a pace you know overwhelms him with the intention of pushing him over the edge, filling him with bliss, âo-oh! fuck! oh my god, youââ
âyou shouldnât curse, pretty angel, youâre too perfect and innocent for that,â you can see and hear just how close heâs getting, all the rocking back and forth giving more stimulation to his cock, âalthough, i do somewhat doubt your innocence, seeing as iâve got you moaning like a whore,â he groans at your words, but he canât think of a sassy response, the words not forming in his head, âi canât get enough of you, my sweet kihyun. cum for me, let me hear how angelic you sound, will you?â
he does, cumming and almost screaming loudly, hypnotizing you with his gorgeous voice, trembling and shuddering with absolute bliss as the high fully racks his body. he breathes so heavily, unable to catch his breath until you slow down and eventually pull out, letting him recover from it all.
âare you okay? was that okay?â you ask him, leaning forward to play with his hair. he flips himself over, lying on his back, as he breathes and keeps an intense eye contact with you.
âthat was⌠incredible,â he whispers, loud enough for you to hear. âyouâre incredible. youâre amazing, youâre so perfect.â
his words almost make you flush, the sudden compliments take you by surprise, so you ruffle his hair a bit and run your fingers through it in a calming way, âthank you, ki. you did really well, my perfect boy.â
he smiles, his eyes fluttering closed, âhey uhm, can you tell me something?â you hum affirmatively, âtell me your name.â
you laugh almost incredulously, âyouâre still hung up on that?â
âi mean, you know mine, and i know itâs hard to trust a siren, i know itâs not super safe to give your name away, but please. iâll do anything to prove myself worthy of it,â he begs, sweetly reaching out to grab your hand.
âokay,â you sigh, âiâll tell you,â he smiles, listening intently, kissing your knuckles as a âthank youâ, âitâs⌠y/n.â
his smile is so sincere and adoring that thereâs no reason to not trust it, and he whispers in between kisses to your hand, âbeautiful. every part of you, even your name, is beautiful.â
you smile back, pulling your held hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles in return, âremember when i asked you if you even knew what love was?â he nods, and in that moment, you realize you probably didnât even know either, âis this it?â
âyeah, i think this is.â
â
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Dorian took in a breath and turned to the man beside him. Cullen had his back to the mage and was presumably still asleep. If Dorian left quickly and quietly, he may not have to face whatever words of regret would likely come out of the commander's mouth. He eased his way off the bed and started hunting around for his clothing.
âDorian?â He swore under his breath and turned to face Cullen. The man had rolled over onto his back and propped himself up on an elbow. âUp already? I always thought you were more of the sleeping in type.â
âYes, well, there's work to be done and you don't want to have me sleeping above your office.â
âWhy?â Cullen raised an eyebrow. âAre you likely to snore?â He was being strangely calm about all this. Could it be he didn't regret last night? Dorian watched him uncertainly. âRight,â Cullen sighed. âTo work.â He threw back the sheets and got to his feet. Dorian stared despite himself. The man looked good in the morning light.
âRight.â Dorian tore his eyes away to resume dressing.
âYou're being quiet,â Cullen observed after a moment. âWas last night not good? You gave the impression you liked it.â
âIt was... good.â It was what I've wanted for a long time. Dorian couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he wanted Cullen that way. When he saw the commander's smile? When they played chess together for the first time? Watching him in the training yard? Dorian was not subtle at all about his desire last night.
âLet me help you with that.â Cullen's hands reached out to fasten some of the clasps on Dorian's clothing. He stood still and absorbed Cullen's features. Last night was heat and passion and so much sexual frustration finally being released. This morning he could truly appreciate how Cullen looked without his armor. There was something almost intimate about it.
Cullen finished with the clasps, his eyes flicking up to Dorian's face. A smile tugged on his scarred lips. âYou're blushing,â he observed. âLast night I had you on your hands and knees fucking you, and this is what makes you blush?â
âThis is unexpected,â Dorian admitted. âRelieving some built-up stress, sating your curiosity... it's understandable. But things look different in the morning light.â
âI'm insulted you would think so little of me,â Cullen huffed. âI don't do this sort of thing just to relieve stress. If that's what it was to you, we can part ways here and continue as before. But...â He paused to gently curl his fingers around Dorian's chin so he had no choice but to look in Cullen's eyes. âI want more.â
âOh.â Dorian could feel his body tingling. âHow much more?â
âAs much as you will give me.â
âOh,â Dorian said again. âAnd what will you give me?â
âAs much as you want.â He felt lips brush on his and he responded greedily, hands diving into Cullen's hair. âBack to bed?â Cullen suggested.
âYes,â Dorian gulped. âI want more.â
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evermore (jj maybank)
Summary: Y/N is in a depressive state, but refuses to tell her boyfriend. After she walks out on a party, JJ realizes that something is off, and rushes to comfort her.
*based off of the song âevermoreâ from Taylor Swiftâs new album!!
WC: 2.2k
WARNINGS: Mentions of depression/ symptoms of depression, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks, mentions of suicide/ death. (The reader is at a very low point during this. Please proceed with caution of mentions of depression triggers you.)
A/N: Hey my lovelies! I have a new piece for you. This is a one- shot, and is on the shorter side. If you donât know, Taylor Swift released a new album on the 11th. I have been so obsessed with it, and one of my favorites from the record is the title track âevermore.â I knew i had to write something based off of that song! This is inspired by that song, and I encourage you to listen to it while you read.
Much love to you all, and happy holidays! I hope you enjoy!!
LETâS DO IT!
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The night was cold as you walked quietly down the street, the old cardigan your best friend gave you wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You werenât dressed for the mid-october weather, your shorts and tank tops providing little warmth on your shivering body. As much as you hated the cold, it felt good to feel something again.
November was approaching quickly, and as you walked down the street that cold october night, you realized that you hadnât had a true spark of happiness since that July. Of course, there were moments of joy, but it was never consistent, and lasted a day at the most.
You couldnât seem to pinpoint the exact moment where everything went wrong, no matter how many times youâd tried. Countless times, youâd retraced your footsteps to find the moment your despair began. Unfortunately, this only resulted in distant memories from better times becoming fresh in your mind, pushing you deeper into the dark hole you were trapped in.
For a while, no one noticed a difference. Your group of friends, whom you adored, didnât bat an eye when you left a party early because you were âtiredâ or ânot in the moodâ, despite the fact that you loved parties. It hurt a little that they didnât see a problem, and that only made the problem worse.
The first person to notice was JJ, your loving boyfriend. The blonde boy was the light of your life, but as your own issues began to overtake you, you found yourself pushing him away unintentionally. He would send texts, asking you to come over and see him. He'd invite you to come out to dinner with the pogues at The Wreck. Heâd beg for your permission to show up at your house because he missed you so damn much.
Time after time, you replied with perfectly crafted excuses that left him concerned, but with no questions. Thatâs all you needed to accomplish, really. If he didnât ask any questions, then youâd be fine.
The routine was working out pretty well for you in the beginning. JJ and the rest of the group would accept your excuses and go along with what you told them, even if they found it slightly suspicious.
But, after a while, your constant absence finally hit them. It was concerning, especially when it came to someone like you. Your parents werenât strict, so it wasnât an obedience thing. You loved parties, and were quite social, so it wasnât a social anxiety thing. They wondered at their hangouts what could be wrong, but none of them could come up with a viable explanation.
Texts from your friends were lighting up your phone at a constant rate, but you trained yourself to ignore them. Your mind had convinced you that all of them hated you, and were only messaging you as a joke, or because they felt bad.
Though your brain tried to tell itself that JJ didnât love you either, you were fighting hard against that idea. Even the slightest notion of your boyfriend no longer being interested in you broke you down into tears, so you tried to allow the thought to cross your mind as little as possible.
He texted you every day, asking if you were okay and trying to make plans. He texted you good morning, and goodnight, as well as a few other times throughout the day. He was a wonderful boyfriend, and you appreciated him, but you didnât have the energy to show him the attention he deserved. You texted back for a while, but eventually gave up, leaving him on read almost every single time.
For the last few weeks, JJ had been broken up with worry. He worried that you were mad at him, that you hated him. He worried that you were leaving him. So, he showed up at your house.
As soon as he walked in your room, he could tell that something was incredibly off. You were normally a somewhat neat person, but your room was in complete disarray. Clothes littered the floor, empty plates and half-eaten bags of chips tossed absentmindedly to various locations.
And you. You looked like you hadnât changed or bathed in weeks. Your hair was messy, and your face looked as if youâd been crying for years.
When you saw his face, your mask slipped on without a second thought.
âJJ! Hi, babes!â
âHi, angel.â He replied, concern evident in his voice as he spoke. âI havenât really seen you in forever. Are you okay?â
You nodded immediately, concealing your true feelings. âIâm okay. Iâve been taking up extra shifts at work because I need money for college soon. Iâm trying to save up early. Iâve been so busy and exhausted, I just havenât had the time or energy to see anybody.â
Lie. You got fired from your job a month ago because you called out âsickâ too many times.
JJ was still suspicious, but went accepted your story just as he had many times before.
âAlright, babe. I just miss you a lot. Take a break soon. Are you working tonight?â
âNo.â You couldnât bring yourself to lie to him again.
âWell, then, youâre coming to hang out.â
You shook your head quickly, pulling your hands away from his. âNo thanks, JJ. I had a late shift last night and Iâm exhausted. Plus, I have an early shift tomorrow morning, and I refuse to go in hungover.â
JJ took your hands back into his, meeting your eyes. âYou donât have to stay late, and you donât have to drink. Just come for a little bit. Like, literally for an hour. We all just miss you so much.â
When he was looking into your eyes like that, you couldnât help but say yes. Though you knew youâd come to regret it, the smile on his face after you agreed made it all seem worth it at the time.
âYes! Okay, my love, I have to go deliver some stuff for Popeâs dad. The party starts at ten, so Iâll pick you up at nine-thirty.â
You didnât say anything, simply nodding to indicate that youâd heard him and understood what he said.
âBye, baby. Iâll see you tonight. I love you.â
âI love you, too.â It was barely a whisper, but it seemed to be enough for JJ. He gave you one final wave before exiting your bedroom and closing the door in his wake.
When he had gone, your anxiety began to cover you. You had come to hate gatherings and parties, despite the fact that they used to be your main source of happiness and excitement. How were you going to make it through this party?
Sighing, you turned to your bedside table, moving around empty cups to peer at the time on your alarm clock. It was hard to read due to the tears in your eyes blurring your vision slightly. After a moment, you were able to decipher the numbers on the screen. 8:06 PM. You had approximately an hour and half to get ready before your boyfriend would be there to pick you up.
The first half hour, you decided, would be used for praying you were able to make it through this night.
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About 70 minutes after your boyfriendâs visit, the clock on your bedside table read 9:12 PM. You sat at your vanity, brushing on small amounts of makeup. You didnât want anything too crazy like you used to do; it just didnât feel right anymore.
The same thing applied to your outfit. After almost an hour of trying things on, you went for something simple. A sage green tank top, your favorite blue jean shorts, and a basic oversized white cardigan kie had given you. The outfit was basic, but cute nonetheless. You completed the look with your pair of slip-on vans that were so beat up they could barely be classified as white anymore.
Your hair, which you normally would curl or style for parties, had been brushed through and left down. That was all you had the energy for. The party hadnât even started yet, and you were already exhausted.
At least you had showered. It had been over a week since you last bathed, and this party gave you incentive to take care of yourself. Thatâs the only thing you were grateful for when it came to this party.
As you finished getting ready, you promised yourself that you would try your best to enjoy the night.
JJ had come to pick you up as he told you he would, at nine-thirty on the dot. He was always careful to be very punctual when it comes to you. He said you looked pretty when you got in his car, and the small compliment warmed your heart significantly.
The party was smaller than your normal ones. The pogues were all there, and they were all happy to finally see you again. You greeted them kindly and took your seat beside JJ, wanting to make the night go by as quickly as possible. You had hardly even arrived and you were already anxious.
As the night went by, your anxiety only got worse. You began to zone out, not paying attention to the conversation. You snapped back to reality when the whole group laughed at some joke someone told, and you just chuckled nervously along, hoping nobody noticed you werenât being attentive.
A few hours went by, slowly but surely, and you decided that you had to be done for the night. You had been on the brink of a panic attack for the last hour, and it was getting harder to fight it off.
âAlright, guys, Iâm tired. Iâm probably gonna head home. Iâll see yâall later.â You announced, standing up from your seat. Immediately, JJ stood up with you, leaning into your ear.
âIâm too drunk to drive, babe. Do you think you can wait a little longer for me to sober up?â
You shook your head lightly, pushing him away. âNo, itâs ok, babes. Iâm just gonna walk. I donât want to pull you away from the party anyways.â
A look of concern took over the blondeâs face. âI donât like that. You canât walk by yourself at night, itâs not safe.â
âIâll be fine, J.â You assured him. âI live, like, a five minute walk away from here. Weâre super close to my house. Itâll be okay.â
JJ continued to insist that you wait, but you insisted on leaving. You reassured him multiple times that youâd be alright, kissed him, grabbed your cardigan and left.
Thatâs how you ended up in your current position, sobbing into your cardigan sleeve as the night grew colder and colder. You were still walking along the road to your house.
You hadnât realized how cold it was when you left. Maybe itâs because you;d been sitting up against JJ, his body heat mixing with yours to help keep the both of you warm. Now, you were all alone, with nothing but your thin cardigan to protect you from the chill of october night.
As you walked, and cried, you wondered what it would be like to just stop breathing.
Your thoughts were halted by the sound of footsteps pounding the pavement behind you. Immediately, you tensed up, suddenly scared. Who was running on the streets late at night, besides her? Who had a reason, other than kidnapping or killing someone?
You turned slowly around, and your body relaxed as you realized you recognized the person barreling towards you.
A familiar blonde boy was running in your direction, seemingly desperate to catch up with you. You stopped walking, giving him time to meet you.
âJJ?â You were talking as soon as he was close enough to hear. âWhat are you doing, babe? Youâre supposed to be at the party.â
âIâm walking you home. Iâll go back once I know youâre safe.â He explained. He looked almost triumphant at the fact that heâd caught up with you, but his expression changed to one of concern after he got a good look at your face.
âY/N⌠have you been crying?â
You shook your head, almost in instinct, but he saw right through you.
âYes, you have. Baby, whatâs wrong? Did one of us say something? What happened?â
As you looked in his eyes, those beautiful blue orbs as rocky and deep as the ocean, you felt your mask begin to slip.
âIâm not okay, J. I havenât been for a long time.â Your voice cracked as you spoke, and the tears came almost immediately after youâd finished.
JJ took you into his arms and held you close, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there on the side of the road.
JJ let you sob for a little while, just holding you and murmuring sweet words to you. Eventually, he pulled away and looked directly into your eyes.
âIâm here for you, okay? Weâll get through this, my love. I donât know exactly whatâs going on yet, but weâll figure it out. Together. I promise. I love you so much, Y/N. So fucking much.â
He pulled you back into his chest, and in that moment, it dawned on you.
This wasnât the end. This pain wouldnât last for evermore. It would pass, and JJ would be there with you when it did.
So, for the first time in a while, you finally felt okay.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs are super helpful and super appreciated. LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!
Happy holidays! - Lillia
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