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close to you | l.n
summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.
warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc itâs my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there
jordans notes: hi everyone! long time no see (đ
) iâm slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i donât think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise thereâs more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love đ¤
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before you met him, you didnât think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didnât necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of⌠there.
to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.
that was until you met him.
the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.
You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasnât normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you werenât even sure would ever feel the same.
sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasnât an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.
but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldnât have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.
it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.
until pietra confirmed your suspicions.
âheâs totally into you,â she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, âlike, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.â
you tilted your head at the blonde, âyou think so?â
she scoffed, âmore like know so,â
âwho told you?â
âno one has to tell me anything,â she said, âi can just tell.â
you rolled your eyes at her, âp, iâve told you a million times, heâs not into me.â
but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.
ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didnât want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.
he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.
and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.
he wasnât trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.
so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian womanâs eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.
he smiled when your eyes met his, âhey, did you need a ride home?â
your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, âuhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you donât have to-â
âno, no,â he said, shaking his head, âi insist, really. itâs not a big deal.â
how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldnât. it was impossible. you couldnât see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said âgo with himâ.
and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.
as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.
he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.
âhere,â he said, âitâs a little windy out, i know youâre probably freezing.â
your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, âoh, are you sure? arenât you cold?â
he sent you a shrug, âiâll live,â
there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.
the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldnât help himself.
he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.
he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if youâd tell them about the fact that he drove you home.
he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, âiâll walk you up.â
you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, âthanks for the ride,â
âanytime,â he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. heâd come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.
you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.
you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.
âhey, lando! long time no see!â
you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.
âhey,â he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.
âweâre having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,â she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.
âoh, uhm,â he started, not sure how to answer, âitâs getting kinda late, i dunno-â
âyou can crash in y/nâs room, im sure she wouldnât mind.â
what was that supposed to mean?
you looked over at him, âyou donât have to stay-â
âheâs been gone for weeks, heâs legally obligated,â she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, âcâmon, liv is making martinis.â
you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.
âlook who i found!â faith exclaimed excitedly.
âoh, hey guys! just in time,â she smiled, âitâs martini and movie friday!â
lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, âthey do this every friday?â
you sighed again, nodding, âunfortunately,â you turned to your roommates, âweâre gonna head up to my room, actually,â
you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, âoooh!!â
âup to your room, huh?â
you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, ââm sorry for them, theyâre⌠how do i put this?â
âa lot?â he asked, a smile playing at his lips.
âyeah, we can put it that way.â
he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.
he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasnât wrapped around your middle.
âiâm gonna change,â you said, âi might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.â
he nodded, âyeah, thatâd be great.â
you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that youâd never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.
finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, âi meant to give them back, but i just havenât seen you,â
he shook his head. you couldâve kept them forever and he wouldnât have minded one bit, âitâs alright,â
you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, âbe right back.â
he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.
the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.
you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, âi swear iâll give it back once i wash it.â
he laughed softly, shaking his head, âitâs okay. it looks better on you anyways.â
you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.
âyou donât have to stay, yâknow,â you said, looking over at him, âif you have better things to do..â
âi donât,â he said, turning his head to look your way, âin all honesty, thereâs no where else iâd rather be.â
you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.
he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones youâd argue about, but he still always found adorable.
his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, âdo you ever have something to say but canât find the words to say it?â
your furrowed your eyebrows, âlike?â
he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought heâd be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
âlike, i dunno,â he mumbled, âi just.. i donât know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, iâve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what itâd be like to cross this weird, thin, little line weâve drawn. if we both just said âfuck itâ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory weâre tiptoeing around.â
his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadnât realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.
ânever mind, itâs dumb-â
âlando,â
â- i knew i shouldnât have listened to what max was going on about-â
you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.
it was too late now, no going back.
you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.
ââm sorry,â you immediately apologized, âi donât know why i did-â
it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.
you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.
when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.
âso weâre in agreement then, huh?â he asked.
âisnât that obvious?â you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.
âhow long have you.. yâknow, had feelings for me, i guess?â
âsince the minute i saw you,â he confessed, âyou were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. itâs always been you, iâve just been too scared to tell you.â
you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, âitâs always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasnât obvious enough.â
âwe were both too oblivious,â he said, moving more hair from your face, âbut itâs okay, weâre here now.â
you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, âkiss me again,â
âwith pleasure,â he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.
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I was born blind in my left eye. It never got fixed. Many of these points are true in my experience, except I still have an eyeball. Here are some additional fun facts from my realm of experience:
-my elementary school knew I was blind in one eye but did not tell my parents. I started to get a little farsighted in the 4th grade so I went to get readers and the eye doctor told me, a nine year old girl, that my life was forever fucked and Iâd never be fully independent, never drive, never go to college, because I was disabled and it was too late to fix it. We got a second opinion. And then a third.
- (you can try to fix my kind of blindness up until about the age of five because the brain is still really elastic and capable of fixing the broken shit. They fix it by putting a patch over your good eye to force your bad eye to see. They tried it when I was nine but it was too late, so I essentially spent a year having my life ruined by being suddenly completely blind all the time and it sucked ass.)
- you make a great marksman and baseball batter once you figure out how your lack of depth perception works. Not a great outfielder though.
- things sometimes just kind of vanish on you. I got a massive concussion as a kid from running into a pole head on. The pole had been there as long as I could remember. I interacted with the pole every day. But one day I was running and the last thing I remember is thinking, hey, where did the pole go? Like the equipment holding it up was still there but the pole just seemed gone. This also happened several times to me when trying to catch pop flies or headbutt soccer balls. Theyâd just go away.
- people will indeed forget all the time and throw shit at you from the blind side and hit you in the head, or hug you and scare the shit out of you. A boy asked me out once after he hit me with a frisbee on my blind side.
- and then some people will always think of you when they encounter one eyed things. When I was an RA in college, some of my residents were so very pleased to bring me a one-eyed goldfish theyâd found in the feeder tank at the pet store đŠ we named him one eyed Willy and he lived for like five years and survived two cross country trips in a car (in a Nalgene bottle both ways)
- I donât have a traditional lazy eye (my eyeball can see but there is no connection between it and my brain so the message goes unrecieved) so I donât really have much of a wandering eye, unlike other folks with amblyopia. I can also only cross my good eye, I cannot wink with my good eye without moving my entire face (and I had to learn how to do this by pushing my cheek and forehead muscles together with my hands until I could do it on my own so I look very stupid) and my good eye also tends to have trouble when looking at blue light for too long since it gets all the strain.
-additionally, the only times my eye seems to look lazy is in the occasional picture. I call it my googly eye.
- re writing advice: I took a writing class in college where we spent a lot of time journaling about our own bodies and then writing stories with what we had learned⌠my wonderful teacher guessed that I was blind in my left eye because of how I described things. I never used left or right when talking about objects being around charactersâ bodies, only front and back. She fucked me up with that one.
- I get a lot of bruises on my left arm because I struggle with depth perception when walking around corners/doors on that side
- they gave me glasses as a kid to try to fix it after patching didnât work (leading to the discovery that I donât have a traditional lazy eye) and the left side was the biggest and thickest fucking lens youâve ever seen and the right side was just normal glass no rx. It made the glasses sit crooked on my face so I stopped wearing them.
- they test you for amblyopia during your drivers license test and I cheated both times Iâve had to go take it đ they put a ball on one lens and a box on the other and they ask if the ball is inside or outside the box and I didnât see no goddamn ball but the man next to me said it was inside so I did too.
- if I hadnât cheated, I could still get a license, just with a special note on it, which i didnât know both times I cheated.
- and yes, cannot agree more with being a safe ass driver. People get frustrated because I follow so far behind other cars and give people so much room all the time but I have a clean ass driving record.
- following that, I have a hard time sitting in the front seat when someone else is driving, especially if they are tailgaters because I feel like I am always about to crash. My husband, a notorious tailgater, says I have an invisible break I hit whenever heâs too close to someone.
- my parents made me go to a chiropractor as a kid to see if the reasoning for my blindness was a pinched nerve. It did not work.
- a redditor once told me he would end himself if he were âas cursed asâ me because the idea of being blind in one eye was so insanely distasteful to him. I tried explaining to him that itâs literally the only life Iâve ever known and he kept trying to tell me it was disgusting and unnatural and I lived a hideous life. I was like, dude. Go to therapy.
- if you are blind in one eye but still have an eyeball, you have one fun fact for Two Truths and a Lie always directly on hand and no one will ever guess thatâs a truth.
- I am especially clumsy, and sometimes when I get up to do something and start knocking shit down, my husband plays the Godzilla theme song in his phone and it always makes me die laughing.
- when my parents found out, they demanded to know why I didnât tell them, and I had to explain to them that it was literally all Iâve ever known, how did I know it was wrong? I thought everyone could only see one side of their nose.
Sorry this got long. I canât sleep lol.
writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
#this was fun and long#it really doesnât affect me like people seem to think#apart from being a big fucking klutz#people are always like#HOW DO YOU LIVE#idk dude I really didnât get offered anything else so
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Me and my buddy get along well but I donât have a father and for some reason I feel like I look up to him. Heâs a brunette hockey player who really cares about his body and tracks all of his cals. Any way you could spike one of his beers and give me the best exjock dad ever?
âLetâs go!â Your bro throws down his game controller and looks over at you. His confident smile adorning his handsome, angular face, âI used that same move on the ice the other day.â His clear excitement is infectious and you canât help but smile.
It was another one of your usual game nights with your bro. The two of you sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, playing some hockey videogame. And even though he always seemed to win, you just enjoy the moment. Your friendship started out when you were younger- the two of you meeting in grade school. And as the years went on, you grew closer. Youâd go to his hockey games and cheer him on. Heâd fill in as that male role model you needed. When you went to college, heâd continue playing hockey, while you focused on your studies. But you continued to enjoy each otherâs company. But this was your last year, and he planned to move across the country. The very thought was painful. Losing him would be tough.
âHey, you good?â He asks, âI told you I wasnât going easy.â
You smile, âI was wondering,â You begin, âI know you donât like beer...â
âGotta keep these toned.â He says, running a hand down his exposed abs.
âBut itâs bro night.â You continue, âI got some special beers for us.â
He seems to consider the offer. Part of him looking a bit apprehensive. After all, he spent much of his time focusing on maintaining his body. His lean muscles and thicc hockey butt were all products of his careful diet and dedicated workouts. But he could tell it would mean a lot to you. He nods slowly.
âOne wonât hurt.â He says with a grin, âCheers to another game night.â
Part of you feels relieved. Another part of you feels somewhat apprehensive. If the man you bought this beer from was telling you the truth... well, you didnât know what to think. It was probably some prank anyway, and you probably wasted the money. You hand him a solo cup with the beer in it.
âTo bro night.â He smiles and takes a sip of the beer, âYou know, Iâm gonna miss this.â You feel a pang of sadness in your chest, âBut weâll always be bros.â
You nod, taking in his words. Feeling a sense of impending loss. Wishing you could just enjoy these moments forever.
âIâm gonna miss this too... dad.â
He looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, âWhat did you just call me?â He chuckles.
And you can see it. A few hairs starting to emerge from his once clean-shaven face. A few greys appearing in his brunette locks. Was it true? Was this stuff really going to do what the man said it would?
âNothing, dad.â
And as the words leave your lips, your buddy groans. His youthful skin starts to lose its glow. A few wrinkles appear on his forehead. And the hair on his face sprouts into a full beard. His hands rush to scratch his new facial hair and his eyes widen.
âBro, what the hell...â He whispers, âSomethingâs wrong...â
âWhat do you mean, dad?â
You watch as his brunette locks begin to recede and his tan vanishes. All the while, small, itchy hairs start to sprout from your buddyâs chest and abs. At this point, he stands up and runs his hands down his new body hair. Thereâs a look of disgust and confusion on his face, and you canât help but feel bad for him. After all, he did pride his clean-shaven look.
âYou keep calling me dad.â He says, staring at you, âAnd now...â He catches a glimpse of his receding hairline and aged skin in the mirror, âBro, please. Whatever youâre doing, you gotta fuckinâ stop.â
You could tell he was getting angry. But you were still marveling over the effects of this drink. You couldnât believe it was actually working.
âBro, are you even listening to me?â He says, âPlease! You canât...â
âSorry dad.â You reply, putting even more emphasis on âdad.â
The effects are more dramatic. Your buddy lets out a pained moan and falls to his knees, gripping his abs. You can see tears fall from his eyes as he realizes his firm abs are feeling softer. And in only a few moments, his abs are covered by a thick layer of fat. And another. And another. And although your buddy is too busy squeezing his new flabby stomach, you can see his pecs fill with fat and sag, resting atop his new gut.
âThis canât be...â He winces at his new, gravelly voice, âOh god, I sound so old.â He looks up at you, tears still staining his eyes, âDude, come on... please... I canât be this.â
A part of you feels bad, even guilty. Your friendâs anger replaced by fear. His confidence shattered. His toned physique truly replaced by that of a middle-aged dad. Part of you wants to reverse this. But you donât even know how.
âI...â You bite your lip, âLook, I donât even know if I can undo this, dad.â
Your buddy shuts his eyes and shakes as the short hairs erupt into longer follicles. You watch as a forest of hairs emerge from under his shorts and travel down his legs. His new gut and soft chest are covered in a forest of gray and dark hairs. And you realize now thereâs nothing left of your old buddy, at least physically. His receding hairline, gray hairs, gut, and hirsute form all scream middle-aged dad. He slowly stands up, wincing at a pain in his lower back and knees, as he becomes more familiar with his new age.
âDude...â He whispers, âWhat did you do?â You can hear the anger return to his voice.
âI didnât want to lose you, bro.â You say, âAnd Iâve always looked up to you. And truthfully, Iâve always wanted a dad and the beer promised it could do that. Just as long as I called whoever drank it dad.â Your friend looks shocked and picks up the solo cup.
âGood one dude.â He laughs, âOkay, okay you got me. Maybe if I drink the beer and you call me bro or something, I can return to normal.â He says hopefully, âI promise we can forget all about this.â The desperation starts to creep back into his voice, âJust... please I donât want this.â He begs.
Youâre not a bad person. You even feel a bit guilty. And part of you even wants to do as he suggests. But another thought enters your head. Would he be able to forget all about this? Would he forgive you? You bite your lip and sigh.
âIâm sorry,â You can see his eyes widen in terror, âDad.â
He drops the beer in his hand, causing the beer inside to spray everywhere. His eyes glaze over and his jaw goes slack. A part of you worries for a moment, but slowly he smiles. Thereâs no evidence of concern on his face.
âAh sorry, I spaced out there for a second.â He chuckles, âLooks like I made a mess.â He goes to bend over to pick up the cup, but winces, âDamn backâs been acting up.â
âDonât worry dad.â You say as he sits back down on the couch, âHowâre you feeling?â
âIâm good, Iâm good.â He reassures, âCome on, we have to finish our game.â He says with a grin, grabbing the game controller, âYou know, I was quite the hockey player back in my day. Well before this.â He chuckles, patting his beer gut.
âI know.â You reply, sitting next to him, âYou tell me all the time.â The two of you start to play, and you immediately notice his videogame skills are not where they used to be. But youâre enjoying this moment- going on as if nothing changed.
âLook at that!â He cheers when he scores a goal, âI told you not to take it easy on me, son.â
You go to reply but you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You quickly shake your head and return to the game. And only a few minutes later, he scores another goal.
âYou doing okay there, son?â He asks.
And again, you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You look down at the controller and canât help but notice that your forearms look a bit thicker- your hands meatier. You shake your head and look up at your dad.
âUh, Iâm good dad.â Your voice even sounds deeper- somewhat dumb too, âI-I gotta go to my room.â
You stumble towards your room, feeling somewhat off balance. Entering your room, youâre immediately hit by the smell of intense BO. The same way your bro would smell after a hockey game. Thereâs gear on your bed and random posters of hockey players on your walls. You barely have time to comprehend whatâs going on, when you hear your dadâs voice.
âHey son, are you okay?â
You groan as your muscles begin to contract violently and your shirt tears from your growing musculature. You can see yourself in the mirror- abs, thicc ass, and lean muscles- the body of a hockey player. And you realize that youâre becoming your dadâs ideal son. Somehow, the beer that splashed on you had the same effects as drinking it.
âWait dad!â You call out, wincing at the oafish jock-like tone that saturates your words, âPlease...!â
âSon?â He asks opening the door.
And your eyes glaze over. Your jaw goes slack. And you feel your mind warping and changing. Any memories you had of your old life or self are being forced into the very back of your mind- all to make room for your new existence as a smelly, ripped, hockey jock. Your dadâs perfect son.
âGod it reeks in here.â Your dad laughs, patting you on the back, âMust be workinâ hard out there.â
âYou fuckinâ know it.â You reply, eyes dull, âItâs gonna be a good game tomorrow, pops.â
âYou learned from the best, champ.â He smiles, âNow come on, we got a game to finish.â You smile, âI want to show you one of my favorite moves. Worked every time. Maybe you can try it out on the ice tomorrow.â
âFor sure, pops.â
You follow your dad back to the couch. The two of you playing videogames late into the night, filling the air with boisterous cheers as you played. You couldnât have asked for a better dad. And he couldnât have asked for a better son.
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HII are ur requests open? I love ur writing style sm that I actually wanted to requesthswiwjwo it's my first time,, Can I request a platonic Alastor x toddler!daughter where she was his biological daughter when he was alive but she died first due to being murdered(due to some enemies of alastor that were jealous of him)? And like, after many decades, he and Charlie visits heaven right?? What if he spots his little girl, but she doesn't recognize him because of his demon form ? đĽš
Dearly Departed
Thank you for my third ever request!!! I'm sorry this took a while the election lowkey made me have a breakdown. I'm very happy with how this turned out!
Alastor x Toddler Daughter Reader (PLATONIC!!!)
Summary: A look into the past life with Alastor and his beloved little girl that he holds most dear. However, when her life is taken far too soon, Alastor is given the chance to see her once more.
Warning!!: child death
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Another day has just begun, the sun was shining its morning hue, birds were flapping their wings as they gather breakfast for their chicks, quite like how Alastor was doing right now.
The sizzling of the bacon is music to his ears as he looks towards the stairs. âSweetheart?!â Alastor yells, âCome down and get your breakfast!â He hears the pitter patter of feet running on the floorboards. âDonât run in the house my dear!â He calls once more.
Eventually you make it down the stairs, âSorry papa!â You hold your hair ribbon in your hand as Alastor looks down at you with your hair in disarray.
âWhat on earth have you done to your hair!?â He turns the knob off the stove and bends down to your level, âNow, now this wonât do!â Alastor shakes his head, âCome along now darling.â He picks you up and goes back to your room upstairs.
Alastor sets you down on your chair by the vanity, grabbing your brush and tending to your hair.
âThis papa! I want this on my hair!â You show him your red hair ribbon, âPlease!!â.
âIâll see what I can do!â
You giggle as he kisses your cheek.
 âAlmost done now cher!â Alastor puts the final touch on your hair by placing the ribbon he recently bought you. Lately all you been doing is requesting that he put that ribbon on you. âI love, love, love this ribbon papa! I want to wear it forever and ever!â you had said to him when he showed you.
Alastor smooths down your hair one final time, âThere you are! All done! Canât having you look all messy now, can we?â He laughs.
âThank you, papa!â You jump off the chair and race down the stairs.
âNo, no my dear what have I said about running in the house? You could fall!â
âWhoops sorry papa!â You stand at the end of the stairs, âIâm just happy today!â Alastor picks you up again.
âAnd why is that my dear?â He walks towards the dining table and places you in your seat.
âMy teacher says we get to go on a trip today!â Alastor finishes up the meal he was cooking, for you, two pancakes with a slice of bacon and side of scrambled eggs for him⌠just a cup of coffee.
âReally now, why was I not made aware of this?â He places the plate in front of you.
You shovel some of the eggs into your mouth, âI did-â
âDonât talk with your mouth full darling.â He hands you a napkin as you drink your water.
âI did tell you papa! And you signed the papers on Tuesday remember!?â
Ah yes, he does remember signing something for you. âWhere is your teacher taking you again my child?â
You take the slice of bacon in you hand, âShe said that we are going to be looking at the.. the flowers and rocks for our science class in forest where that bigâ, You take a bite out of the bacon, âbridge is.â
âMy that sounds like it will be a lovely trip.â
âMhmmm!â You finish up your meal, âThank you for the food papa!â
Your books were already ready at the door by the table since Alastor knows you might forget them, âWash your hands my dear!â
âOkay!â
Alastor laughs slightly as he sees you scurry off to the sink while holding your books in his hands.
âAll done papa!â You reach for his hand.
âAre you sure you have everything you need my dear?â
âMhmm! Gots everything!â You tell him while jumping slightly on your tip toes.
Alastor takes your hand as you both walk to his vehicle, placing you in your seat then taking his.
âNow my dear, when you get to that forest, I want you to stay by your teachers side no matter what.â Alastor looks at you in rearview mirror. âDonât you go anywhere without telling anyone.â
âI wonât!â You say while kicking your feet.
Alastor parks the car by the school, steps out and picking you up placing you in his arms.
âLook, look thereâs my teacher! Oh! Look papa, thereâs Jamie! Hi Jamie!!â You wave your hand to your friend.
âYes, yes I do see them my dear.â You start to wiggle in his arms. âBut you do remember what we talked about in the car, hmmmm?â
âYes I remember papa.. I will stay by the teacher andâŚ.. IâllâŚâ
âYou will tell someone where you are going.â
âYes! Iâll tell someone where I am going!â
âGood girl.â He places you down in front of the school doors.â I love you my darling.â He kisses your forehead.
âLove you too papa!!â You hug him one final time, âBye papa!â You wave him goodbye as you catch up with your friends.
âGoodbye my darling! Iâll be here to pick you up as soon as school is out!
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As Alastor drives away he fails to notice two men watching him closely or more importantly watching his daughter.
âThatâs him, right?â asks the one with blonde hair.
The one next to him breaths out smoke, âYeah thatâs the fucker.â
âShouldnât we follow him?â
âNo.â The man taps his cigar on the window.
âWhy the hell not?â
âWe are going after his brat.â
âWouldnât it be easier to just kill him instead?â The tattered blonde man asks, sounding a bit worried.
âNah, that fucker has the audacity to ruin our business, our fucking fun and for what? That shitty radio host needs to pay.â
âBut thatâs a kid..â
The smoker looks at him, âAre you a pussy Johnny? Too afraid to kill a fucking kid?â
âI-Iâm not.â
âThen man the fuck up. The boss wants this done.â
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âOkay children! Remember stay close to me and pay close attention!â Mrs. Amber, your teacher, says. âToday will be picking up a few rocks to bring back to our class for our geology work. You may pick a few by the lake but donât go into the water. As for the flowers you make gather some of every color.â Mrs. Amber passes some plastic bags, âYou can put the rocks you find into the bag.â
âOkay everyone you may gather your rocks and flowers now! Just stay where I can see you and come back here when I call you!â
âYes maâam!â a chorus of children say.
You begin your pick of the rocks, picking out the most shiny, exotic ones. âOooo this one can be for papa.â You say as you pick out a red one, placing it in the bag. You manage to gather a total of nine rocks. âNow for flowers!â You see your classmatesâ carrying loads of flowers.
You turn your head to see if there are any flowers left on the ground as soon as your about to reach for one a girl, Vicky Valentine, snatches it away from you.
âHey! I was going to grab that one!â
âHA well you snooze you lose Y/n!â She sneers at you and walks away.
You huff and look around once more and there you spot it, in the darker part of the forest there with its orange color reminding you of a sunset. âSo prettyâŚâ But the flower is nowhere near where your teacher can see you. âItâll just be a second.â You promise yourself. âIâll grab it and goâŚâ
âTell someone where youâre going darlingâŚâ You hear your papaâs voice in your head.
âHmmmmmmâŚ. Iâll only be a second!â you tell yourself as you walk over to the flower.
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âGet ready Johnny⌠and stop your fucking shaking.â
The forest seemed to get darker, almost as if it was closing in on the little girl.
She picked up the flower.
âNOW!â
Johnny grabbed the girl as she screamed.
âShut your fucking mouth!â The smoker smacks the girl in her face. âHurry up!â
The girl begins to punch but they mean nothing. âSHUT HER UP DAMNIT!â The orange flower falls.
Johnny grabs the girl by her neck pushing her to the ground, tightening his grip. She tries to push him away, scratching his face.
He feels it before he hears it. The snap. The crack. The lifeless look in the girlâs eyes.
He never bothered to learn the girlâs name.
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âWHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!? You were supposed to be watching her!!â
âI know Mr. Hartfelt Iâm sorry b-but once we heard the scream I g-gathered all the children away I-Iâm so s-sorry!â Mrs. Amber cries out.
âMr. Hartfelt please calm down!â The principle tries to tell him.
âNO! My daughter isnât here⌠SO DONâT YOU DARE TRY TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!â He starts to breathe heavily. Alastor runs back to his car, passing all the parents holding their children, driving over the speed limit heading to the forest where they left you, how⌠how dare they leave you behind.
He feels the tears going down his face but quickly wipes them away.
Alastor swerves as he makes it to the trail of the darkening forest. He races out of the car calling out your name.
âWhere are you?!â
âDarling! Please answer me!â
âY/N?!â
There in the shadow of darkness lays a body.
He treads there carefully almost as if his body was moving on its own.
An orange flower lays near your hand, a bag of rocks in your other, your eyes are shot open. Fear. There is, no, there was fear in your eyes.
His legs sink down to the ground, almost consuming him.
âDarlingâŚ.?â His hands caress your face. âNoâŚno⌠noâ Alastor pulls your body to his, wrapping his arms around you, cradling the body of his beloved daughter, rocking her as if she still were a baby. âMy daughterâŚ.â Tears began to fall down to your face.
Your life taken too soon, his darling daughter, his little girl, the light to his darkness was now gone forever.
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PRESENT DAY
âWhy did we have to bring Alastor with us?â
Vaggie walks beside Charlie as they begin their tread towards heavenâs gates.
âWell, heâs a big part of the reason why we have the hotel in the first place! And I believe he is here for⌠moral support!â
Alastor pats Vaggieâs head âEasy now! Itâs not like Iâm here for anyoneâs souls! Ha-ha!!â Vaggie immediately pulls his hand away from here and sneers.
âYou better not cause any trouble here!â
âVaggie calm down please!â
âI am simply here for Charlieâs sake! Besides I might not ever get to see heaven so I might as well indulge myself for the time begin! Ha-haâ
As Saint Peter begins to search for Charlieâs name Alastorâs mind begins to wander.
Truthfully Alastor could care less about supporting the princess at this very moment. While the hotel might be his little passion project for now, he came here for one reason only. His daughter. The memory of his little girl flashes in his mind. Always happy. Always so lively. He wonders if heâll get to see her here today. Of course, thereâs no doubt in his mind that his daughter is in heaven. There would have been no reason for her to be in hell. But he still checked anyways. In the end, however he was glad he didnât find her. She deserves to be in heaven, but she should have never been taken from him far too soon.
The little angel finally opens the gates alongside two others who appeared to be seraphims. Everything truly is brighter here as they say. Â
While the little seraphim speaks to Charlie, Alastor scans around the area with a stretched grinâŚâŚ and there she was.
There.
Right there was a little girl with a red ribbon tied to her hair. His little girl, Y/nâŚ
He watches as she laughs with the other small angels as they play in the grassy area surrounded by different colored flowers.
Alastor walks over to the carefullyâŚ.why do his legs feel shaky? He hears Vaggie call out to him but doesnât bother turning around.
âHello there! My, my you seem to be having quite the afternoon here!â He tells the little angels with a wide grin. The two next to you fly off but you stay there staring at him with a smile.
âYes! Iâm having fun!!â
âHow delightful my child!â Â He says as he pats your head.
You giggle, âDo you want one mister?â you say handing him a bright orange flower.
Mister? Do you not recognize him? âDarling⌠its me.â
You tilt your head, âHuh? I donât think I know you misterâŚ.â You look at his face and set your sights on the top of his head or rather his ears. âHey! Youâre just like me!â you say while pointing at his ears and touching yours.
Alastorâs smiles softens, âI do believe we are similarâŚ.would you like to feel them darling?â
âYes! Yes! Please!!â You jump up from your spot on the ground, excitement running through your body.
Alastor chuckles, âAlright then,â he picks you up and you immediately touch his ears.
âThere sooo fluffly!!â you giggle once more.
Alastor hums and brings you closer to him, wanting to give you a hugâŚ. If you do not recognize him⌠then this what heâll settle forâŚ.
He hears his name called once more and gives a huff.
âAlastor! What are you doing?! Put that angel down and get over here!! Now!!â Vaggie yells, startling the other angels passing by.
Charlie pats her loversâ shoulder and walks to Alastor.
âAlastor we should be heading to our rest area now!â Charlie grins slightly, hoping not to panic the little angel that Alastor is holding.
Your hands come to a stop, âYou⌠have the same name as my papaâŚâ
Charlieâs eyes widen.
Alastor holds you tighter, âI suppose I doâŚâ his radio voice turned off.
âI miss him a lot⌠I hope heâs not mad at me for not following his rulesâŚâ You begin to sniffle.
âHeâs not mad at youâŚ. he could never be mad at you.â He feels his legs collapse to the ground.
âI donât know where he isâŚ..â You sob holding on to Alastor.
âHeâs right here⌠Iâm right hereâŚâ
You look up at the deer man in front of you, tilting your head⌠âPapa?â
Alastor closes his a for a second then reopens them to look down at you, you with your bright red ribbon, with your tearful gaze.
âY/n⌠yes its me.â
âPapa!!â You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug, sobbing. âIâm sorryâŚ. so s-s-sorry! I didnât mean t-to leave I s-swear⌠Iâm sorry!!â
He pulls you closer, âDonât be sorry donât ever be sorry.â
Charlie watches from behind, hands wiping her tears away as Vaggie stands in shock.
He knows that he may never see you again after today⌠but just knowing that your safe and nothing bad can every happen to you is all that he needs to hear. No matter how much he wants you to stay with him. He knows that this moment is only a moment. Heâll have to go back down to hell⌠heâll have to be separated from you once more. Maybe heâll change his mind about redemption, but that of course will not work on him. So for this moment and this moment only will he hold his daughter tighter than ever before and dream that he stays here with her forevermore.
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I hope you liked this, almost started tearing up towards the end! Thank you so much for requesting again hopefully this is what you meant!
Requests are open !!!
Wordcount: 2609
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Death Wish 10
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Bucky Barnes
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â youâre desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
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âCome on, doll,â Barnes takes your hand and leads you across the room. You follow as you will for the rest of your life; obediently.Â
His grip is like a vice as he guides you through the hall and down the stairs. Silence meets you at the bottom as your sisters no doubt hear the descent. Yet he doesnât let you go nor make a move to leave. Instead, he brings you into the front room.Â
He squeezes your hand, pressing the large ring into your finger, and releases you. He steps forward as Kitty turns away from the window and Adrienne stands from the sofa. He commands any room he enters and you donât think youâll ever be used to that.Â
âSisters,â he declares brightly, âthat is what I will call you from now on.âÂ
He goes first to Kitty and places a kiss on her cheek, then does the same to Adrienne. Each watch him in confusion. You stare blankly.Â
âAnd you can call me brother and ask for anything and everything you need,â he says.Â
âSir,â Kitty moves towards your younger sister.Â
âI ask discretion for the time being as I tie up a few loose ends,â Barnes explains. âAnd we get you all settled where you need to be.âÂ
Your sisters blink at you then each other. You canât say it out loud. That makes it real.Â
Barnes turns on his heel, âspeaking of loose ends, I should go.âÂ
He comes towards you and takes your hand again. He raises it, certain to show off the glaring diamond, and kisses it. The gesture makes your blood run cold. It is a statement. It isnât the same as when you kiss his ring, it isnât deference, no it is a show of ownership.Â
âHave a good night,â you say at last.Â
He pulls back and lowers your hand. He grins, âitâs already spectacular, doll.âÂ
He lets you go and steps past you. You stand, stuck in place, as he leaves. The door opens and closes, the hinges jarring you into motion. You go to lock it behind him and Kitty calls your name.Â
âWhatâs going on?â She appears in the doorway.Â
You take a breath before you face her. You shrug. Adrienne scrambles around her and snatches your hand.Â
âOh my god, itâs huge.âÂ
âStop,â you try to tug your hand back.Â
âYouâre marrying him?â Kittyâs voice deflates by the last syllable. âWhy?âÂ
You look between them. You can tell one sliver of the truth. âTo keep us safe.âÂ
âUs? Weâll be fine. Barnes says we get an inheritance, we get houses, money--âÂ
âAnd then what? Itâs not enough to last forever,â you argue. âEven if we can find work, weâll never make enough to keep that. How long did you work at the yogurt shop before daddy threatened to burn it down? And I have about a weekâs experience down at the diner.âÂ
âWe can start now--âÂ
âWe can start now and never reach the finish line,â you insist. âKitty, you know who daddy was. You sat there and watched what they did to that man today. This isnât a life you walk away from, even if heâs dead.âÂ
Adrienne sniffles. Sheâs on the edge of tears again.Â
âSo, you do it over? Marry another one? Go through it again?â Kitty challenges.Â
âHe can make sure that neither of you have to--âÂ
âWe donât need you to be our martyr,â Kitty argues.Â
âIâm not--â you seal your lips and sigh. You wish you could tell her. You wish you could say I shot that fuck and he deserved it because you know she would have loved to do the same thing. Yet, saying it out loud means admitting that youâre all trapped for that moment of vengeance. âKitty, how much choice do you think he gave me?âÂ
She stares at you. She knows exactly how it works. There is no asking with these men.Â
âWe could all go. Disappear.âÂ
âAnd they wouldnât find us? How far could we get, really?âÂ
âNot far,â Adrienne pipes in. âKitty, would you rather daddy still be here?âÂ
Your older sister is silent as her jaw squares.Â
âI could marry instead. Maybe not Barnes but someone else. It shouldnât be you. Iâm the oldest--âÂ
âIt is me,â you say, âand it could be any one of us but this is how it is. Itâs... not the worst.âÂ
âItâs not?â Kitty says. âThat man stood and ordered another beaten to death. He didnât flinch.âÂ
âI know,â you say.Â
âNo, you donât know,â Kitty insists, âyou canât be sure that he isnât like daddy.âÂ
Sheâs right. Barnes might have helped vanquish the monster but it canât erase his own misdeeds. Yet, you asked for all of this. You went there in the middle of the night and sold your soul. You could excuse yourself with naivete, but you deserve more to be branded by it.Â
âIf it keeps you two from men like daddy--âÂ
âStop,â Kitty grabs you by the shoulders. âNone of us deserve it.âÂ
âYou stop,â you wrap your fingers calmly around her forearms and peel her hold off of you. âShould I go hand that man his ring back or do you want do it for me?âÂ
She untangles her wrists from your grasp and recoils. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes up against the threat of tears. She stamps her foot in frustration.Â
âYou tell me,â she points her finger at you. Youâre almost stunned by the fire in her voice and face. Kitty is the sweet one, sheâs gentle, but she has your motherâs quiet strength. âYou tell me if he ever puts a bruise on you. You fucking tell me.âÂ
âKitty,â you murmur.Â
Adrienne covers her mouth and watches, swept up in the fraught emotion of it all.Â
âNo, because I spent a lifetime watching you two cry over that beast we called a father,â she snarls. âI will not waste the rest of my life doing the same. I thoughtâI thought we were free. I wanted us to be free.â She curls her lip and exhales heavily. âSo, you will not lie to me again. And I will know. I will see right through him so you donât even try to cover it up. One bruise...â she wags her finger then throw up both her hands with a frustrated growl. âI sound like him.â She turns and drags her feet to the stairs. She sits on one and hangs her head. âI sound like daddy. Iâm just so... tired.âÂ
You look at Adrienne and reach for her. She gives you her hand. You bring her over to Kitty and touch your elder sisterâs shoulder. She looks up through sparkling eyes.Â
âYou will know. We will all know. We are sisters and this doesnât change that,â you say. âWe stick together, no matter what.âÂ
âOh, we will,â Kitty insists, âI will be at your damn house every day and I will look at that man and I will see all the cracks. Trust me you. He will not take you from us.âÂ
âKitty, Ade,â you look from one to the other, âno one can take us from each other. If daddy did one thing, it was making sure of that.âÂ
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#drabble#mob au#au#death wish#mcu#marvel#captain america#avengers#winter soldier
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I figured it would be a good time to share an update with you. I completed 5 radiation treatment sessions in 10 days. I had a new Pet Scan today but no results yet. I wish I could say I'm confident of what the outcome will be. You see when I had the scan prior to the radiation, three new growths were discovered. The cancer in my body is very active. Honestly I was never supposed to live this long but here I am.
Each day I struggle. I can't walk anymore or use my legs. I have become quite the wheelchair master though. My dear friend Holly once told me to keep all four wheels on the ground. Sorry Holly. You get a little bored in my situation. I have come to accept some things that I never thought I would have to. I can't feel the sand of the beach on my toes anymore or the cool ocean water. I can't dance anymore not that I was every very good at it. No more hiking on our trips to northern New England. These may seem trivial to all of you. You never think of these things until you can't do them any longer.
The bigger issues exist. I know my survival chances are slim. I will never give up though till my last breath. I know I will never fall in love with that special girl or settle down or even have a family. Why would anyone want a cancer ridden cripple? My days are consumed with doctors, physical therapy and trying to keep my head up.
Through all of this I'm grateful. I'm grateful for the people that try every day to lift my spirits, to encourage me and support me and most of all love me.
So to the following people, I say thank you and I love you forever.
Lauren @callmenonames my best friend in the universe. I have no words to describe the love you have shown me and the love I have for you. You sacrifice for me every day even at the cost of your own health. You are truly amazing.
Ellie @everylittlethingshedoesismagic my sweet London friend and her beautiful partner Sarah. Not a day goes by that I don't get a sweet message or picture. Unconditional and unwavering support and love. I have dreamt so many times about coming to London to just give you a hug and tell you thank you. I hope some day I can do that. I love you my friend
Karen @karenpillagain where do I begin. You are sweet and kind. Very silly and quirky and I think a little crazy too. You make me laugh and smile. When you had your accident I cried for days. Your partner Kate is a very lucky girl as are yo to have her. Two beautiful Aussies that deserve life's very best. I love you both and do hope we can make that Disney trip someday.
CJ @crystaljaydeinside1 Another incredible Aussie. You never hold back your care and encouragement. Always a sweet message, encouraging word or song to lift me up. I'm glad we connected the way we have and always love our chats. You have become very special to me and Lauren as well. I do love you my friend.
Breelynn @breelynnxoxoxoxo Where do I begin? You were a big support to my sister till the end. You remained close to Lauren and have always supported us. One of kind with a heart bigger than your body. Caring, loving and beautiful. Thank you for your continued support and love. I love you girl! You are amazing
Holly @hollys-coffee-cafe I fell in love with you so easy. You are beautiful, caring, and very special to me. I know we had our moments but there are no conditions on my feelings. You are an encouragement to me to never give up and I never will. I will always love you.
Last but not least Sadie @bambibrowneyes when I met you thanks to Holly, you were dealing with your own issues. Your beautiful wife Shelby sick with the same awful disease as me. There was an instant connection with the three of us. Shelby has since passed and your life has gone on. New career, new city and new love. I'm happy for you my friend. Love you
Okay that's it from me. I probably missed several people. I'm sorry for the long worded post. If you remember, say a prayer, send me you good vibes or whatever you believe in. I need them all.
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Heâs Perfect
Twisted wonderland HC: First years over hears Y/N talking about then to their friends and family.
Tags: Romance, Fluff, maybe OOC(?)
Warnings: none
Word count:2K+ words
Ace:
When you first started to date. Ace was extremely rusty. The relationship started off just two friends hanging around. But then with the jokes, playful pushing and nudging, the pranks, the late-night phone calls, showing up to his games, and helping him study. You both finally made it official. Even though Ace comes off as cocky and stubborn. He was extremely nervous. Sweaty hands, heart racing, butterflies in his stomach, and him pacing around until you meet up with him. Now that itâs an official. Â
You were walking around at the front of the dorm. Over the phone, others could hear the other person talking. Ace headed your way to spend time with you after practice. His body aches as he dragged his body over.Â
âIâm telling you mom. He drives me insane! Ace is cocky, stubborn, self-center, sometimes rude, and sloppy.âÂ
Aceâs heart began to drop more and more as each thing you named that was wrong with him. He is fully aware that he has flaws. But hearing you say it, it hurts him deeply. Ace puts up a tough guy act, but he still has a heart.Â
âBut Great Seven, I love him mom. He is sweet in his own way. He stuck by my side ever since I came to the school. When I'm down, he knows what to do. If I say I want something like a snack. He would grumble as he hands you the snack. Of course, there is kiss taxes Iâll have to pay. I love the late-night calls, the prank wars, the study dates, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, all of it. Mom, heâs perfect.â You explained to your mother. âHe makes me really happy.âÂ
Ace stood there frozen, âPerfect? Iâm perfect?â He thought to himself. After getting out of his thoughts and into reality. He slowly sneaks behind you. Your back was still turned towards him. So, he saw this a right moment to scare you. When he got closer to you, he screams. âBOO!âÂ
âEEEKK!â You then scream in fright. Quickly, you turned around to find your boyfriend. Ace bent his upper body downwards as he laughs. Embarrassed, you playfully pushed him over. Dramatic as he is, Ace falls over onto the ground.Â
âOw, Iâm hurt.â He pretends his injury. You rolled your eyes and told your mother you have to go to attend your baby. Your mom laughs and ends the call after both exchanged goodbyes.Â
Now, as you watch your boyfriend fake his injury or injuries. Spread out on the ground, he holds his ankle while rocking back and forth. Bending down to the ground, you slowly move his hand away from his ankle. You moved his ankle towards your lips and kissed the âBoo boo.âÂ
Ace eyes widen as if someone told him something shocking. His face red as Riddleâs hair. He once again felt his own heart race faster and faster. Â
Heâll never tell you this, be he thinks you are perfect too. Too perfect for him. But damn, he is one hell of a lucky guy.Â
Deuce:
Deuce can be a bit obvious to some things. Yet, he always tries his hardest. When you came into the picture. He could not stop himself from falling for you. It was everything you did. How you would encourage him to do his best. How you support him during his games. You, helping him with his studies. Stopping him from beating a few guys up. How you would help him with food shopping. Truly the list goes on forever. He couldnât be happier.Â
Deuce would call his mom quite often. Not that you mind or anything. You have spoken to her several occasions. Of course, thatâs usually when he was busy at the given moment. He never minded it, if it was his mom. He would love for you two to talk more.Â
On this occasion, you were speaking to your siblings about Deuce while he was in the shower. Earlier, you and Deuce got back to his dorm to wash up. Afterwards, you planned to watch movies since it was the weekend. Your phone rang as you checked to who is calling. It was your brother. You answered and began to the conversation. When you and Deuce were still just friends. You have told your brother how much you liked Deuce. Your own brother was like a best friend to you. Details after details, you have told your brother how sweet, kind, hardworking Deuce is. By speaking so much about Deuce. Your brother sounds like he is rolling his eyes over the other end of the phone.Â
âI just canât with him.â You told him as the sound of the shower turning off.Â
âHeâs just too much for me.â Deuce overhears, âToo much? Who?â Deuce questioned as he dries himself off. Â
âDeuce will be the death of me.â He hears what was said. âI just canât.âÂ
Poor Deuce thinks you are tired of him. Or maybe you were fed up? He starts thinking to himself all the things he might have done wrong?Â
âHeâs so sweet, I need to go to the dentist.â âWhat? Dentist? What for?â He focused on the wrong thing. âNo stop it, focus.â He leans towards the door to listen more. He knows what he is doing is wrong. But he was curious, and curiosity kills the cat.Â
âHeâs an odd duckling, but I swear he is perfect. He thoughtful, kind, hardworking, always supportive, brave, cute when he messes up by mistake. Just Perfect. Thatâs all, I love him so much.â Deuce hears what was said and blushes madly. His face feels hotter than the hot shower he just took. He finally steps out of the bathroom.Â
âHey Deuce, all set? Need any help with anything or want me to grab snacks?â You asked him as your turned to face him. You look at him so lovingly it makes him melt.Â
Little did you know, he saw wedding bell and you. He knew, he wants to marry you.Â
Jack:
Jack canât wait to meet your pack. You could tell from the tail wagging and the smile on his face. He is nervous but super. He wonders what your family will think of him? Will they approve? Do they think he is scary? Will they say he isnât good enough? Or that you can do so much better? Richer maybe?Â
Over a million of thoughts runs through his mind as they travel to your home town. He really wants to make a good impression. Once you both arrive, you opened the door and called out to your family.Â
âEveryone, we are home!â Your family rushed to meet you both by the door.Â
âOh honey, welcome home!â Mother hugs you and noticed a very large man behind you. Her eyes beamed with wonder and excitement. âGreat Sevens you must be Jack?! You are so tall!â She smiled brightly and walked over to hug him. A little caught off but he relaxes and hugged her back.Â
*cough* The sound of someone clearing their throat. Â In front of the group was your dad. He stood with a stoic look. The room was silent and tense.Â
âOh ho! Boy where is my hug?â Your father spoke with a surprising attitude. Wow your family is so relaxing and welcoming. Once things settle down and everyone sits down in the living room. Jack has asked where the bathroom was located and left the room for a few minutes.Â
Your parents asked how he was treating you and how you feel about the relationships. To which you answer with blush present on your face.Â
âOh mom, he is so sweet. Heâs loyal, he keeps his promises, he protects me and makes sure I'm taken care of. Making sure I'm eating, sleeping well, safe, and healthy. Heâs so amazing. Heâs perfect.â You continue to ramble on about how awesome he is to you.Â
Little did you know, he heard it all. He was proud that he was making you happy. Knowing he has been a good boyfriend to you. Made him more in love with you. He canât wait until you meet his pack one day. They would love you
Epel:
For winter break. you visited Epelâs homeland. He canât wait to let loose and show you how manly he is. He told his grandmother about you and how he wants to be a strong man for you. Excited and confident, he shows off his skills in the Harveston Sledathon. You were proud of him and the others.Â
Now you all settle down and enjoy a nice warm feast his grandmother made to congratulate the boys for winning. Your phone rang, as you look to see who is calling you. Epel watched with curiosity. After telling him it was your dad. He simply nodded and lead you to a quiet room so you guys can talk. As you were left alone, your dad asks you how things are going. You tell him that everything is perfect. The little date Epel set up for you. How he won the race. His braveness, the confident attitude, how wonderful his grandmother is to you and your friends. Your dad was extremely happy to hear that you are safe, having fun, and happy.Â
Epelâs grandmother went to bring you a plate of food. The boys were going ham on the food. So, she saved you a plate to make sure you have eaten. When she reached the door, she couldnât help but overheard what you said.Â
âPapa, he makes me so happy. I hope one day you all can meet him. Heâs perfect.â This makes her smile sweetly. Her grandson is loved and in good hands. Â
Whenever everyone was asleep including you. It was just Epel and his grandmother. She had asked him more about your relationship. As he answers, she tells him what she overheard. Epel blushed at first and then shows off his classic confident smile. âIâll be nothing but a strong man for them!âÂ
Sebek:
You and Sebek has planned a movie night. You made a deal with Ace and Deuce to keep Grim for the night, youâll help them study for the upcoming exams. As Sebek went to the store to grab snacks and other things you asked him to get. Your phone dinged; it was your cousin. You were close to them, and they were like your sibling. You didnât have any siblings of your own, so you were close to your cousins.Â
As you set up for the movie when your boyfriend came over with all the snacks. You were in the kitchen popping popcorn. Another ding from your phone was heard. As your phone was placed in the coffee table. He couldnât help but look at your phone as he takes out the candies, chips, and pretzels out of the bags.Â
Cousin: How are things with him?Â
You: Amazing! He is so cute. I love making him blush hehe.Â
You: One time I kissed his cheek before class and blushed so hard.Â
Sebek was blushing on embarrassment. He knows better to invade your privacy. But the recent text caught his eyes. So, he continued to read it.Â
You: He can be a lot to handle, often gets himself into trouble for being rude and loud. I didnât like him at first. I didnât think I could ever. Frankly, I thought he hated me. Since I was a friend of His Majesty. I thought he would forever hate me. Though, as time went by, and I got to know him more. Heâs loyal to Malleus, he is dedicated to him and his willing to serve him. Not only as a protector, but a trusted friend too. That is why I feel for him. He would never turn his back on anyone he deeply cares about.Â
You: Sure, he has his flaws as well as his own days. But it doesnât matter to me. I love him for him. Heâs prefect the way he is.Â
Sebek chest felt warm, fluttery, and light. âI'm Prefectâ he repeated to himself. Over by the conner of the room, right behind him. You stood smiling watching him read and blush over the messages. This cute loud-mouthed dork of yours, will be the death of you. I nice peaceful death.Â
[Author's Note}
I'm so terribly sorry this is super late. I took a break, but I am better and back in business. I do hope this is too your liking. I tried doing different family and scenarios. I know Epel and Sebek was a little on the short side. I was running out of ideas lol. For those that took the time to read this thank you so much it means the world to me. If you can help us authors out, please like, comment or reblog this. Reblogging this helps authors work. Thank you, my lovely Starlings, there is a lot more coming. Stay tuned!
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one more chance?
casual part 4 ; final part
â彥 đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ ~ you wake up to billie next to you; the memories of what happened last night flood your mind.
â đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ ~ billie eilish x reader
â đđ° ~ none
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you wake up to the sound of soft rain pattering on your window, the sound stirring you awake. you open your eyes, and suddenly feel a weight on top of your arm. your eyes widen and it all comes back to you.
last night billie cried in your arms for hours until you finally made her go to sleep. she never even told you what happened. originally you said youâd sleep on the couch, but when billie looked at you with those sad eyes, eyes that looked exhausted, and asked you to hold her, you couldnât help but give in.
now, youâre regretting that decision. you gave into her, you told yourself you were done with her, you wouldnât text her or let her into your house anymore- you especially wouldnât let yourself get in the backseat of her porsche anymore.
you sigh, looking up at the ceiling lost in your thoughts.
suddenly you feel billie move a little, her arm wrapping around your waist and her head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. this is when you give up, you could tell she really needed someone right now, she needed you right now.
you shift a little and cradle her head in your hand, the other hand gently tracing shapes on her back. something about how sheâs breathing told you this is the best sheâs slept
in awhile.
a few minutes later she stirs, her arm moves from your waist for just a moment to rub her eyes. her face is still a little swollen.
when her eyes open and meet yours, she rests her head on your bicep, sighing.
âheyâ she says lowly, her voice still raspy from sleeping. she looks at you like your the world to her, you remember that look, it no longer makes you feel good.
you smile weakly at her, exhaling a breathe that felt like youâve been holding it forever.
âbillie you know this was a bad idea.â you say, biting your lip without thinking.
you hear her swallow, her eyes straying from yours, moving to the wall behind you. âi know, iâm sorry. i just didnât know what else to do- or who to call. youâre the only one that can handle me like that.â she says, looking away.
you sigh in defeat, rolling over a little and looking at the ceiling above you.
she sits up, moving from your arms. ây/n i know i fucked up okay, but these past few months have been hell without you. i canât see other people without feeling guilty and i donât know why.â she says, not looking at you once
you glance over at her, you can tell sheâs being honest. billie doesnât just say that.
âbillie you made me feel used and when i told you, you told me i was dramatic.â you say, looking forward. you couldnât bare to look at her in the eyes.
she sighs, turning to face you. âi realized that, i never once wanted to make you feel used. itâs just- you scare the shit out of me.â she says laughing softly like she canât believe it, your brows furrow in response.
âit scares me- the way i feel about you, it was supposed to be just a causal fling. but when i wasnât around you i felt like i was running on autopilot or some shit- the only time i felt alive was when i was with you. and it scared me. i didnât know how to deal with it- and i didnât want to ruin what we hadâ she says, looking over at you. she speaks like sheâs been holding it in for months, which she probably has.
you look over at billie, your eyes soften seeing her expression.
âyou wouldnât of ruined what we hadâŚâ you speak softly, and she looks up at you
like she canât believe it. she canât believe you felt the same way all along.
ây/n im in love with you. i was 3 months ago and i am now.â she speaks, letting out a deep breath at the end of her sentence.
your brows raise, you never thought youâd hear her say those words.
âgive me one more chance, please.â she says, looking into your eyes with desperation. you blink a few times, before gently cupping her face and kissing her.
it felt like a thousand fire works were set off, you missed her lips so much. the way they molded together so perfectly, it was like they were meant to be together. the way her hands gripped your waist was gentle. one of her hands go up and tangle in your hair, holding you in place.
you used to kiss and do this all the time- but this felt different, it wasnât out of lust anymore, just pure love. it was a good kind of different though. it felt a lot better.
she was first to break the kiss, resting her forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. a soft smile lingers on her face. her hands gently brushing through your hair to smooth it out from her hands roaming your hair.
âso.. can i have one more chance?â she says, raising her brows with a little smile.
you take a moment to pretend like you were thinking about it, but you knew the answer already. you knew the answer the minute you blocked her even if you ignored it. youâd give her as many chances as she needed.
âyes.â you say, smiling back at her.
she giggles softly and kisses you again, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you on her lap playfully. small giggles were heard from both of you as you kissed, both you and billieâs hands roamed around the places you missed most.
maybe youâd regret this in the long run, but fuck if it didnât feel good to be under her grip again.
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â¤ď¸ a good time!
tat!buckyâs favorite (or least favorite) thing about twelve
⌠why not both?
cause and effect
chapter summary: How Bucky fell in love with Twelve: Slowly, and then all at once.
pairing: bucky barnes x time witch!reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: light angst and negative self talk (this is bucky y'all); some light pining đ¤please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.
a/n: i've literally had this one in my drafts for about two years and i hadn't actually planned on posting it for a while yet but i did promise distractions. and i missed him. i always do.
this is part of the time after time universe but can be read as a teaser and/or a standalone đ
Buckyâs relationship with time has been fractured ever since a cold day in January that stole away the life he was headed towards and turned him into the monster underneath a childâs bed.
Itâs hard to feel good about the concept of time travel once a lot of your own time has been taken away from you. Even now, thereâs only so many things in his life he has control over; like the fact that heâs actively choosing to go back to therapy now, or that heâs able to keep a pet for the first time since he was thirteen years old. Stupid little things, like what kind of food he wants for lunch or whether he should take the stairs or the elevator.
Every single one of these things heâs fought for tooth and nail, clawing his way out of the past and carving out his own space in reality again, struggling, trying, hanging on like he wasnât able to all those decades ago.
Heâs probably still failing.
Some days, clinging to the present is tense and brings him nothing but grief. Sometimes, it feels like heâs going to have to mourn the past forever, whatever might have been; and maybe thatâs his sentence.
He wouldnât have wished it on anyone. He deserves worse.
And then thereâs you.
Flickering in and out of time, constantly moving, changing in the time it takes him to blink.
Itâs infuriating to him, the way you get to use your powers. The way you donât need to think about consequences, because they donât have to be permanent, donât have to be something you need to live with for the rest of your life. To you, time has always been something that can be changed with a single snap of your fingers. Whatever you do can just as easily be undone.
Once you decide youâve seen enough, you can just take the scene from the top.
And youâre so stubborn.
Youâve already seen how this goes on if you let it, and so youâre always right, end of story. Thereâs an ease to your steps because of it, a nonchalance in every movement, and it makes Buckyâs blood boil to see it so plainly.
With all the good that you could do, you choose to do nothing instead; to stay out of the picture entirely and burn through your powers just because you can, wasting them all on things that donât mean anything.
How many lives could you potentially save?
Instead, you consume disturbing amounts of caffeine and then continue to provide running commentary to the world around you based on things that, to him, never happen at all. "Do this", "donât do that", "take the other one", or, his absolute favorite, "donât make me fix that".
Why not? he wants to ask, say, demand. Why not fix all of it?
It takes a while for him to realize that all of your fire means youâre burning from both ends. In fact, it takes Becca.
"You should bring her by sometime," she tells him on a rainy afternoon. "While Iâm still alive and kicking."
His little sister just turned ninety-eight. Her kitchen sideboard is filled with black-and-white pictures reminding him of all the things in her life that he missed, arranged in perfect little wooden frames.
"And why would I do that?" Bucky asks, scowling at his cards.
"Because you keep mentioning her," Rebecca says dryly and whisks the cards onto her pile with quick fingers.
"You gotta be kidding me," he groans, noting down her points. "And I donât."
"Do, too. I donât remember you being this terrible at this game."
"Because I havenât caught you when youâre cheating."
"Exactly. Itâs embarrassing." She wins the next trick, too. "Howâs Tuesday?"
"Am I clairvoyant now?"
"I was thinking lunch."
"No." Finally, he gets a couple of points down. When he glances up at his sister again, sheâs looking at him expectantly and he sighs. "What?"
"You canât fault me for being curious," she says. She has just as many opinions as she did when she was sixteen. Her eyes are still the same, too, the same shade of blue as his and the same glimmer of archness as their mother.
"Donât you think itâs weird?" Bucky says, finally giving in. "The whole ⌠time thing?"
"I think itâs very weird, but soâs you returning from the dead and kvetching about it." Her eyes narrow when he starts to protest. His mouth closes again. "Besides," she continues, shuffling her hand around, "it doesnât sound all that fun."
"To have the power to never make mistakes?"
"To have to live through every mistake twice without anyone knowing."
Something about her words strikes him like a match, and so he tilts his head and squints at her and thinks that maybe, just maybe, heâs got it wrong.
That you carry not only your past, but all the futures youâve seen that never came to be; all the what ifs having turned into answers.
And he thinks, how nice. And then he thinks, how horrifying.
Itâs a thought that follows him over the next couple of weeks, and it starts reframing your interactions for him, in a way.
"Will you stop staring at me," you say without looking up from your book.
Honestly, he canât. Heâs still trying to pick up on it, the split second between before and after, that little change of your posture, your hair, your face, that tells him more time has passed for you than it has for him.
Itâs more of a feeling than anything else, something right at the back of his mind telling him that something is different if he concentrates on it enough, but heâs never sure what it is. And he doesnât like that; not one bit.
So Bucky crosses his arms and leans back. "Why?"
A flash of irritation makes your nose twitch, even though you still refuse to meet his eye.
"Itâs rude, for one."
"Noted." He waits for the two that never comes. "Anything else?"
And there it is. A blink-and-you-miss-it kind of moment, like the air shifting around you ever so slightly, a certain knowing glint in your eyes when you roll them and get up.
"Annoying!"
He canât help it. He wonders what your original answer was.
***
Buckyâs relationship with time changes slowly, the deepest cuts carefully mending themselves until looking back doesnât feel like getting his bones ripped apart anymore, until he looks at you on a cold day in January and realizes heâs fucked.
At first, he hopes that it might be a fluke. A trick of the light, maybe, or seasonal allergies. Thatâs the reason why his eyes are drawn to your face as soon as he enters a room; the closest source of discomfort always the thing he seeks out first. Thatâs the reason why his chest constricts like that.
But the truth is, he knows this feeling has been building slowly; heâs just been unwilling to admit it.
Something soft and delicate has started to nestle in that gaping hole inside his chest, unbothered by the walls heâs so carefully built up.
Heâd never planned on you.
Fuck, if heâd known in the beginning, he mightâve âŚ
No, he thinks. He wouldnât have changed anything.
Because youâre too good for him, anyway, and he knows it. Smart and strong and funny and gorgeous and capable of things heâs not sure heâll ever fully comprehend; and itâs worse than that, because he knows you now.
Youâre grouchy in the mornings and you make terrible jokes when youâre nervous and you have a strange feud with his cat and your smile makes him want to put his fist through the wall because what is he supposed to do with any of this?
Heâs not made for this dance anymore. That part was taken from him so long ago, and heâs delusional to think that anything or anyone could return it to him after all the bridges heâd been made to cross and burn. Why would someone like him deserve to be given tenderness anymore in this life? Why would anyone want to try?
But that foolish thing blooming inside him feels a lot like hope, despite of what he keeps telling himself.
Thereâs just something about you that keeps pulling him in, and honestly, heâs tired of fighting it. Then again, the thought of you feeling the same is nothing short of ridiculous.
Heâs not the same guy as he used to be. Hell, sometimes heâll look at old photographs and barely recognize himself.
He remembers life before, and maybe thatâs what makes this so hard. He remembers talking to pretty girls, their bright smiles, their soft skin underneath his hands. Good times were easy to come by, even though life was hard in a different way, then. But he was good at it; acting on his feelings alone used to be simple, fun, second-nature almost.
Itâs different now.
It used to be different only once before, and look where thatâs gotten him.
No, he canât say anything. Not ever; or not yet, at any rate.
Sometimes, though, Bucky lies awake at night and listens to the rain knocking against his window, and he remembers how much easier falling asleep used to be when he had someone next to him and his mattress didnât swallow him alive.
Heâll remember the dark circles under your eyes and wish it could be as easy as asking, too. He wonders if thereâs a universe you remember where he tries, but he doubts it.
These days, he knows his mind again. And itâs not a burden he wants to share.
You have enough to carry on your own.
Maybe, he thinks as he stares up at the ceiling at three in the morning, maybe thereâs still a certain comfort in your powers, in knowing all the possibilities, but it also means constantly losing something thatâs real; always mourning the life that isnât.
He can relate to that.
And maybe that means you can relate to him, too, at least a little bit.
Itâs odd, how comforting that last little thought is to him.
When he does eventually fall asleep, you make your way into his dreams, too, sometimes. Those times are the worst.
Youâre you, and heâs him, and thereâs a sort of "us" in the both of you that doesnât exist in real life. So when you let him lace his fingers with yours and press your lips to his forehead and it feels easy, thatâs usually the point when he wakes up, heart tumbling over itself, right hand tracing the ghost of your touch, always too much, never enough.
He knows itâs not real.
He knows itâs just an indulgence; selfish, really.
The problem is that whatever small hope has decided to settle in his very core is impossible to kill, no matter how much he pushes it down; and he���s not sure he wants to lose it again.
Secretly, silently, serendipitously, you make him have faith in the future again.
But itâs not time for it yet.
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Fallen Angel | Sweet Girl
Simonâs teammates began to show up more and more in your everyday life. They didnât just come for kisses either. Kyle began to drag you to a new coffee shop every time he came back to town. He would pay despite your instance to cover the drinks at least some of the time. He loved to talk books with you.
He introduced you to his favorite used bookstore, a magical place that seemed to go on forever. In the back of the building, he showed you a narrow staircase and enticed you to follow him down. What you found was a dim, but not dusty basement. Shelves with flopped over books and copies of National Geographic from 1920, still with the classic yellow border, dotted the space. The basement seemed to run the length of the deep building.
At one point Kyle slipped from view as you stepped into a concrete room taller than you by at least twice. When you turn around, he had disappeared. Starting to panic you focused on working your way back through the dim to the staircase.
You made a horror movie actress proud when two hands shot out of the dark to grab you. Kyle laughs as he pulls you close, dropping a kiss on your hair. He apologizes repeatedly when you start to cry.
âFuck, I hate scary things, Kyle,â you push away from his chest.
He does not let go. Fucker uses all those muscles to keep you tight to him as he rocks back and forth and apologizes again.
âIâm so, so sorry sweet girl. I wonât do it again. Now I know that scary movies and haunted houses are out of the picture.â
âBetter fucking not be in the picture. Scary movies are fine if I can laugh through them, but absolutely no haunted house. I refuse to almost catch another case,â when you pull back from his hold you pat the tear stains on his chest. Mementos to remind him not to do it again.
âYou almost caught a case from a haunted house?â Kyle looks both disturbed and intrigued.
âYou see, haunt actors donât like getting hit. I mean, fair, I donât either. I had a bad ex that dragged me to one, despite repeatedly telling him not to do it. He left me in the haunted house, and I punched out of fear. They pulled me out the side and I got stuck in the managerâs office until the police could come and sort everything out. Broke up with that bastard and caught a ride home from the officer.â
Kyle looks more and more concerned for you the longer you go on.
âBut you went to a scary movie with Roach?â He sputters.
âFirst off we laughed through that whole movie and when the scary bits did happen he let me hide in his shoulder.â You stick a finger in his face, âAnd secondly why do all of you call him such a mean name? I donât get it! Gary is a perfectly good name.â
Kyle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of the finger you pointed at him with. You glower at him.
âItâs not a mean name sweet girl. Gary has made it out of so many impossible situations people started calling him Roach, because heâs damn near unkillable. That man could have a building dropped on him and only come out with a broken collar bone. Itâs a sign of respect that he has a call sign.â
âFine,â you narrow your eyes at him, âBut I will still be calling him Gary. I donât like bugs. Is that why all the guys call you Gaz?â
âYep, and why Johnny is called Soap, and Simon goes by Ghost. Well, Simon goes by Ghost for a lot of reasons but a call sign is one of them.â
Wiping your hand over your face once more to remove any leftover fear you hold out your other one to Kyle.
âI feel like you owe me for making me cry.â
He takes it, sliding his fingers between yours.
âHow about I buy you a book?â He cajoles.
Narrowing your eyes at him as you follow him out of the dark you counter.
âHow about three?â
âMake it two and you have yourself a deal,â he tossed back a devastating smile.
âFine. You are forgiven.â
Using your interlaced fingers Kyle pulled you close dropping a kiss on your lips.
âGood, would hate to have you mad at me, sweet girl.â
You didnât know how to feel about the pet name but let it ride for now.
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#Fallen Angel COD#cod#fanfiction#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#price x reader#soap x reader#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap cod#roach x reader#gaz x reader#john price x reader
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WRITE WITH ME!
I will start, and you can use the reblog to continue this story however you desire!
The One rule: You can't gender the Elf!Reader character.
If you need, add more warnings to your post!
OTP: Mairon (Sauron) x Elf!Reader
Universe: Rings of Power / Tolkien
Warnings: main character death, angst, blood, "you can fix him" plot;
Summary: You're the one who stole the Dark Lord's heart, yet you're dying in his arms.
A Forbidden Promise
"Don't go. I â I cannot follow you there. You can't go. You can't go." His voice was frenetic, desperate in a way the dark lord never sounded. How could he not be? You're dying in his arms, the only sweet touch, warmth, love he's ever known. And he will never be able to follow you to Mandos. "Please, I will never be able to go with you there, please."
His plea sounds like he wants to go tho. A begging, maybe the first time in more than two ages that Mairon of the Maiar actually regrets his choices. In you he found his perfection. And now he would lose it. Was that the vengeance of the Valar?
You raise your weak hand, resting it on this face. With your thumb you wipe one of the tears from his cheek. Even now he is as beautiful as the first time you saw each other.
"I â I will come back. For you, I will come back." Your voice is not much more than an whisper. Yet, somehow you make a disbelieving smile appears on his lips.
"Who would give up paradise for me? For Sauron?" The name disgust you as much as it disgust him, and your face probably shows it because he sighs. "If you're leaving me, at least leave saying the truth. It's too... cruel to say it. For I never hoped before."
That makes you give him a pity sad smile. Ignoring the pain, you do everything you can to raise yourself. He holds you tighter, his warmth is what you need to concentrate even when your vision starts to fade.
"Mairon, endanyaš. Hear the last words of the one who stole your heart." This make you see for one last time the sweet smile that he only ever directed to you. "As I promised once, I will never lie to you."
He presses his forehead against yours. For the last time you breathe the same air. "So I dare to command you, Mairon or whatever name you desire to hear now: learn to hope." I little cry escapes your lips, and you feel his hands tremble where he holds you, for a moment you lose your mind and all you can hear is the blood dripping. It's a shame, his always beautiful tunics will forever be stained within your blood now.
Even so, he won't stop holding you. So you do everything you can to reassure him again. He needs to understand, he must believe.
"Learn to hope." You mumble. "For I shall return to you."
You no longer can see or feel, your hand falling from his face is the first sign you went to the undying lands. But you were right. And Mairon, Sauron, does not let you go. He holds you tightly, in a crying so long it's impossible to believe that that destroyed and devastated being was once Morgoth's heir.
The grief is too much and, when he finally let you, there's no one to hear but the wind while he whispers:
"I â I'm yours to command, endanya. I will hear whatever name you call me. I will do whatever you wish. I will hope â I will hope for you."
A promise and a threat. Because in his soul he knows; you were the only one that could stop what's coming for Middle Earth. You were the only one that could stop him.
So now even the wind hopes. You need to return.
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Endanyaš = if i did the word correctly it should be quenya for "my love/my soul", but in a deeper way of calling the one you love "your everything". In my mind, when Sauron says it he is also telling that the reader is his light.
#i read a reader x sauron devasting fic and decided to devaste more ppl xD#keep going with the story: will you return to him? will you stop what he is becoming?#slightly inspired by âwhat if lotr was an isekai and you had to rehabilitate sauron to surviveâ#sauron#mairon#annatar#x reader#reader insert#self insert#sauron x reader#annatar x reader#mairon x reader#i didn't describe much so anyone can decide when and where they are in the plot#i will probably keep writing too because it's fun#write with me#continue the story#rings of power#rop#the rings of power#lotr#trop#tolkien#halbrand
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Sing, O Muse
Achilles is standing in his room, a scroll in his hand. He has a look of utmost concentration on the page, so much so he doesnât notice Zagreus walking in, though his cheeks are strangely pink as his eyes scan over the words. He raises an eyebrow, then blinks a few times at whatever he has just read, at which point he notices Zagreus in the doorway. He coughs once, tossing the scroll to the desk.
âInteresting reading you have here, lad.â
Zagreus feels his own face begin to flush. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no. âDusa gave it to me,â he blurts out.
Itâs not a lie. It is true of the scroll Achilles was just reading. It is not true of two of the scrolls now underneath it on his desk, which are written in his own hand. Blood and darkness, Thanatos was right about him needing to clean his room.
âI see,â Achilles says, though now his eyes have wandered to the poster of him Zagreus has on his wall, and he wants to die. It wouldnât do much, because heâd only come back about twenty meters away, but getting skewered by Theseus would be less embarrassing than this moment.
âDid Patroclus, umâŚâ Achillesâ brows furrow even deeper somehow. âDusaâs never met him, has she?â
âNo,â Zagreus says, and for some reason Achillesâ flush grows deeper.
âThere are some very fine descriptions of him in that,â he says with a gesture to the scroll.
âDusa has a way with words.â
There is an awkward pause in which Zagreus wishes with every bone in his body that Achilles would just tell him why heâs here and then leave his room and then immediately suffer a bout of amnesia, and in which Achilles does nothing at all.
âThe muses,â Achilles says suddenly, but then he stops. âWell, they told meâŚâ His eyes search the floor of Zagreusâs room. âI died before any of the songs about me were written, you see.â
âOh.â
âWell, there were some songs, among the men, but not the promised immortal poetry.â
âI donât think this counts asââ
âIâve tried not to think about it much, what they would write about me, what the living people up there right now must think of me. I donât even know how much time has passed, but immortal is forever, so the muses must⌠well, they must inspire as they see fit, I suppose.â
Both of them turn to look at the scroll sitting on Zagreusâs desk. Zagreus has never met the muses, so he doesnât know if they like stories that involve two childhood friends now grown, dressed in torn, thin chitons while stranded in a cave after a surprise flooding cut them off from the rest of the army, tenderly washing each otherâs wounds, caressing each other with the reverence of ostensibly unrequited love until one leans in with bated breath, then the other, both of them filled with such longing and such fear that once their lips finally do touch, they canât help but make passionate love on the cavern floor, which, in Zagreusâs experience, would not be very pleasant on the knees and seems like a terrible risk for magma, but in Dusaâs writing comes off as desperately hot, so much so he canât stop thinking about inviting Thanatos to Asphodel with him. Zagreusâs story club seems to like those stories, though, so perhaps he could get Hermes to send an invitation to the muses and see if any would like to visit.
âWould you like to keep it, sir?â
Achillesâ eyes widen as he looks at Zagreus dead on for the first time since Zagreus walked in the room. He protests that he couldnât possibly, but Zagreus insists, âMaybe Patroclus would like to read it, too. Itâs only fair, I think, given that itâs about him as much as itâs about you, sir.â
Achillesâ cheeks grow pink again. âThatâs a very kind offer, lad, but I wouldnât want to deprive you of your⌠reading material.â
âOh, I wouldnât worry about it, sir, Iâve got lots of others to read, and Dusaâs already working on the sequel and Iâm sure sheâll share it next week at ourââ
Zagreus cuts himself off before he reveals that half the House gathers to talk about Achillesâ shapely legs and Patroclusâs hairy chest in all sorts of contrived scenarios. Itâs not only them in the stories, but currently those are Zagreusâs favorites.
âJust how many people have read this?â Achilles asks, his voice strained.
âNot many,â Zagreus hedges. âA normal amount, I think.â
âRight.â
In a smooth movement, Achilles slips the scroll off the desk and tucks it away somewhere on his person. âI think Iâll take you up on that offer after all, lad,â he says before striding out of the room.
âWill you want to read the sequel, too?â Zagreus calls after him.
Achilles doesnât acknowledge him, walking purposefully away before fading from view, a blue flash indicating he has made his way to Elysium.
Later, on some day or night, a new scroll lies on Zagreusâs desk. He unrolls it to find Achilles has written âHe insistedâ in a script so tight, Zagreus wonders if he didnât snap the quill. Beneath that is a long list of what appears to be critiques written in Patroclusâs hand, including parts of Achillesâ body he believes were overlooked and underappreciated and the adjectives he personally would use to describe them, though a couple of those are blotted out, presumably by the messenger, as well as positions he thinks would be better-suited to making love on a cavern floor.
Zagreus glances at his door. Heâd been planning on going back out there, in part because Eurydice has been waiting for him to finish Dusaâs latest story and heâs finally finished it, but at the very end of his very long note, Patroclus had suggested a shipwreck on an uninhabited island as a potential new setting for getting the heroes to admit their love for each other, and now heâs having so many thoughts about that he thinks heâll explode if he doesnât write them down this instant.
Zagreus sits at his desk, takes a long look at the poster of Achilles on the wall, and picks up a quill.
#hades game#hades game fanfic#feels so nice to sit down and write something stupid#btw meg is definitely in the story club#I imagine Orpheus joins in too#patrochilles#barely
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I got you forever
Paring: KK Arnold x mom!reader
Summary: Your mom had died due to bad heart problems and your father was never in the picture so you had to step up to take care of your younger brother how was a freshman in high school while your a freshman in college soon you started dating kk but havenât told her about your brother scared that she will leave you, kk starts to get suspicious why you been sneaking around her so she decides to confront youďżźďżźďżźďżź
Warnings: a little Arguing.ďżź my bad spelling
From yanna: I didnât mean to make this so longđ I hope yâall like it but am back to writing finallyđďżź
âBrandon hurry up before you be late!ďżźâ you yelled from the kitchen. it was your brother first day of high school you wanted it to be perfect.
âIâm ready, can you with my hair?â putting your keys in your pocket as you nod your head pushing him to the bathroom âget the gel and brush out, I be there in a minuteâ.
Walking to your room grabbing the box on your dresser. walking into the bathroom to see Brandon on his phone âHere you can open it now or laterâ handing him the box as you took his hair out of his ponytail.
he opened the box to see a necklace with a picture with you and him, he started at it for a sec you looked at him nervous âdo you like it?âďżź he nodded his head a smile coming on his face âyeah I like it thank you but you didnât have to get me thisâ shrugging your shoulders slightly âI know but I wanted toâďżź
A hour Later!
Walking up to kk dorm, you had drop off Brandon at school happy knowing he was going to enjoy high school.
The door open to a angry kk, walking in with confused look on your face âkk what wrong?â you ask only to be ignored calling out her name a couple of times. getting frustratedďżźďżź as she sat on the couch on her phone âkk answer me and stop being pettyâ.
kk turned her head towards you with no emotion on her face âWhere were you?, you was supposed to pick me up so when can go on our dateâ her tone was demanded making you nervous.
âI over slept am sorry, I been stress over school you know thatâ you said half the of the truth, kk rolled her eyes not blelive any of it âYeah yeah sureâ.
âWhat that supposed to meanďżź?â crossing your arms as you look at kk disbelief on your face ânothing i believe youďżźâ âyou know I donât care be mad all you want am leavingâ kk looks at you not saying anything once again âFine act like that thenâ you say walking out the door slamming the door as your did.
1 Week Later!
Itâs been a week since you talk to kk you could admit it. It was petty but you couldnât tell her about Brandon not yet at least or maybe never, you been down all week but trying to hide it from Brandon but knowing you canât.
âSis whatâs wrong you been sad all week donât think I didnât noticeâ turning your head to look at your brother knowing you canât hide anything from him âMe and kk got into fightâ he sits next you putting his arms around you âWhat was it about?â.
laughing a bit about how stupid it is âUm just me not making enough time for herâ âis it because of me?â Quickly shaking your head at his questionďżźďżźďżźďżź looking down at your lap âNo never itâs just that I havenât told her about youâ you say quietly âWhat?, you said you tell herâ letting out a huff âI know but am Scaredďżź she leave meâ Brandon ďżźmoves his arm from around you making you face him all the way âLook if she loves you she wouldnât mind if you have a kidâ.
Laughing at his seriousness but nodding your headďżź âYour right, do you want to meet her tomorrow?â âMhm I guess but if I donât like her she gotta goďżźâ he joked but half serious âOk ok little boy, now letâs go make dinnerâ getting up wrapping your arm around your brother shoulder walking to the kitchen.
The Next Day!
You and Brandon waited at kk dorm door nervous sat in your body waiting for someone to open the door.
The door was open by Paige who stared at you then Brandon she point at Him then putting two together you open your mouth to say something before you hear kk shout ďżźâPaige whoâs at the door?!â Feeling nervous as Paige letâs yâall in, you see kk on the couch watching a game one of her favorite shows âPaige omg whoâs at the door!â kk yelled once again going silent once she saw youďżź her face scrunching up in confusion.
âwhoâs thisâďżź she ask looking at your brother who was staring right back at her, you stood there for a bit trying to find the words, feeling a nudge from your brother âcome on tell herâ.
âUm can we speak just me and you?â you ask not wanting to do this in front of her roommates who were all in the living room.
She gets open from the couch grabbing your hand leading you to her bedroomďżź closing the door behind her, nothing was said for a bit as yâall look at each other âum so that my brother look am sorry fo-â before you could finish kk engulfed you in a hug âitâs ok I understand whyâ the tears started to fall from your eyes ďżźhiding your face in her shoulder as you began to sob as you tried to form words out but nothing came out.
All the worry and nervousness you felt went away as youďżź cried in your girlfriends arms. you soon fell asleep in kk arms, she moved you into a comfortable position walking to her closet grabbing a blanket covering you with it place a soft kiss on your cheek walking out the room closing door quietly behind her.
Walking into the living room seeing Brandon talking to Paige at the table.
Brandon turned his head to looking at kk confused to see her by herself âWhere my sister at?â he says in a rude tone.
kk was a little shock at his rudeness but realizingďżź he was just concerned for his sister âShe fine. she fell asleepâ she says sitting down at the table next to him only to receive a dirty look for him.
âUm so like how old are you??âďżź kk ask not sure what to say â14 I turn 15 in next monthâ the air awkwardďżź as he answered, kk look at Paige for help not knowing what to say.
Paige only shock her head not knowing eitherďżź,they say in more silence as kk said the first question that came to mind âso do you do any sport?â she watch Brandon face light up at the question as he shook ďżźďżźhead âYeah i do track basketball and football I just got into volleyball tooâ he said he couldnât hold back his excitementďżź as he continued to talk more about his hobbies. Kk began to feel a smile come on to her face as the watch Brandon talk she could get use to this.
Couple Hours Later!
Opening your eyes looking around the room not seeing kk with you. Getting up walking over to kk closet grabbing ďżźa shirt and shorts changing into them.
Walking out the room being meet with kk and Brandon doing just dance as kk roommates recording kk as she lost to Brandon for the 3rd time.
âBro i hate this game!â kk yelled as your brother laugh at the angry girl, finally turning there headâs hearing you clear your throat. âHi baby!, how did you sleep?â Kk says walking over to you engulfing you into a hug place kiss all over your face.
âI slept fine kkďżźâ wrapping your arms around her, waving at Brandon who give yâall a disgusting look âCan yâall not do this in front ďżźof my pleaseâ letting out a laugh as moved away from kk walking over to your brother âyou be fine now shut up so I can beat you in just danceâ ďżźyou shove him lightly ďżźas you start the game.
Kk watch you have fun with your brother, you look so happy even if she didnât have this in mind for her College experience she just happy to see you happy.ďżź
#kk arnold x fem!reader#kk arnold x reader#kk arnold#uconn#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#wbb x reader#wcbb x reader#wcbb#wbb#women's basketball
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Grateful Days
Armando
Sitting in my bed, I moped and grimaced at how shitty everything has turned over the past few days. Iâm still truly upset about the failed proposal, but more than anything Iâm upset with myself for how I handled it. After sobering up, it finally sank in how royally I messed up things. Staring at my phone as I waited for the possibility of her call, I sighed realizing that it was me who should be doing the apologizing. I donât even know how I could allow myself to say such hurtful things to my heart like that. Shaking my head as I remembered the words, I decided it was high time I be the bigger person and go win my woman back.
Taking a nice hot shower, I collected my thoughts and feelings and came up with a genuine approach of apology. Stepping out, I quickly dried off and began dressing as the panicked nerves set in at the possibility of losing her forever. Pulling on my pants, I stressed looking for a decent shirt before settling on a grey long sleeve and placing on my chain. Making sure I looked presentable and smelled good for her, I started searching for my keys as more hope rose within me. Still looking for my keys, I heard a knock at the front door. âMike, will you drop it? I already told you Iâm fi-â âHi.â She spoke not making eye contact as she twiddled her fingers. âHey, um come in, come in!â I rushed allowing her entry as I straightened up some loose clothes. Taking a seat on the couch, I sat next to her and as she waited awkwardly to speak. âI need to tell you something.â âNo, me first.â I insisted taking her hands into mine.
âDiamontĂŠ, I am so deeply sorry for what I said to you that night. It replays over and over again and it makes me sick to my stomach that I even uttered something so hurtful to you. I know I donât deserve your forgiveness, I barely deserve to be in your presence right now, but trust me when I say Iâm sorry from the bottom of my heart. I truly regret the decision I made and if you donât ever want to see me again, Iâll have to find a way to live with it. I just wanted to express that.â I recited as she sat looking down at our hands. Watching her knee bounce nervously, she burst into tears as I hugged her in concern. âShit, Iâm sorry, Dee, I didnât mean to make you cry, bebita.â I hushed rocking her back and forth in my arms. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes before pulling back to look at me. âArmando, Iâm pregnant.â She panted breathlessly as her tears continued to fall.
âYou are?â I murmured happily as I took hold of her chin. Nodding, she wiped more of her tears. âI was supposed to tell you that night but when you proposed I got so nervous that I threw up. Thatâs why I ran off. I meant what I said about my answer being yes.â Holding her cheek in my hand, I smiled kissing her forehead as I started to cry. âYou forgive me for being an idiot?â âYes, you forgive me for not speaking up?â âOf course, baby, come here.â Meeting my lips, we shared a longing and meaningful kiss as I embraced her and rubbed her back. âHow far along is the baby?â âIâm not sure yet. The first appointment is in a week.â âAre you excited?â I asked earning her sweet laugh. âYes, I want a little girl.â She smiled as I coasted my hand across her stomach. âI do too.â I simpered before leaning down to kiss her lips again. âOne more question.â I asked nervously. âYes, Iâll marry you, Armando.â She smirked as I chuckled and went to grab the ring. âGood because you had me waiting long enough to put this on your finger.â I joked as I slid it in place on her left hand. Standing up, she hugged me tightly and kissed me once more making my heart skip a beat. âNow my turn to ask.â âSĂ, mi vida?â âCan you please come back home so your son can stop asking where you are?â She huffed as I laughed nodding. âOf course, my baby.â
Terry
âBaby, get up! Youâre too heavy for all this!â Anaya whined as I ignored her requests and got more comfortable on top of her. Today is one of my first full days off and Iâm taking all the advantage I can get. Baby girl is fed and sound asleep in her crib, the bills are all paid, Iâm not on call, and itâs not my night to cook. Yeaaaa, Iâm gonna enjoy this. Or at least I had hoped I would. âTerry, get up or so help me God, imma smack you.â âYou wouldnât dare, Anaya.â I groaned deeply as I started to doze off in the soft pillows of her breasts. Feeling a hard sting to the back of my head, I shot her a deadly glare as she cackled. âDonât give me that look, I told your heavy ass to move. Now get up so I can pee.â She fussed like a proud mama before getting up and twisting hard to the bathroom causing me to laugh. âStop doing that stank ass walk.â âYou love it though.â She countered from the commode as I shook my head.
Shutting my eyes once more, I felt the sweet and supple warmth of sleep taking over my body before being rudely interrupted by Anayaâs antics. âBaeeeee.â She whined grinding on me as I groaned. âAnayaaaa, Iâm tryna sleep. Damnnnn.â âFine, if you donât love me just say that.â She spat moving to the other side of the bed. Clenching my jaw, I yanked her over to me by her nightgown and hovered over her face. Leaning down to her ear, I caressed her cheek with my hand before gently wrapping it around her throat. âAnaya, this the last time imma say it. Iâm trying to get my rest and all this moving around and shit finna piss me the fuck off. Iâm asking as nicely as possible, baby, just take a nap with me. Please?â Nodding slowly, I sighed before releasing her neck and cuddling back up to her chest while closing my eyes. âPut me to sleep, Daddy.â She purred softly rubbing my scalp as my eyes shot open.
** HOURS LATER**
âOuuu, baby, letâs get these! I think theyâd go nice with the room.â Nodding groggily, I followed aimlessly as she pointed out different items decorate the house. After putting Anaya to âsleepâ, we napped for a good 45 minutes before she got hit with the home decor bug and she insisted that we needed to get supplies to finish the house. We are now three stores deep with no sign of retreat, and Daddy and baby Maya are completely over the experience. âBae, youâre not even looking!â âAnaya, we have more than enough time to finish the house. Why canât we just chill today?â Giving me the death glare, I smacked my teeth following her with the cart as she continued to shop. Turning into an aisle, I realized I forgot to grab water for the house and tried excusing myself to go and grab it. âBae, I gotta grab water, you and Maya gone be okay for a few minutes?â âYea, baby weâre fine.â âAight, keep your phone close in case.â Nodding, she kissed me goodbye and I made my way to my destination.
Grabbing what I needed, I headed back to our original aisle before halting as I heard a guy. Peeking around to where they were, I noticed an older man standing too close as Anaya frowned up in anger holding Maya to her chest. âLook Iâm not gonna tell you again to back the fuck up.â âWe got a problem?â âNah, young buck, I was just-â âI believe I was asking her.â âNo, itâs fine. He was just leaving.â She said putting Maya in the cart as he huffed in disapproval. âWill you just hear me out?â He asked grabbing her arm when I lost it. Setting the water down, I yanked him off his feet before holding him up to the shelving of the aisles. âNah, motherfucka, you hear me out!â I seethed as Anaya cried for me to stop. âIf you ever set foot near my wife and child again, I fucking promise you itâll be the last thing you do!â I spat as my blood boiling more and more just thinking about this clown touching my lady.
âTerry, stop! Please! Just put him down.â She pleaded as I glared him down icily. âGimme one good reason I shouldnât fuck yo shit up right here.â âSheâs my daughter.â He heaved out as I looked at her for confirmation. âHeâs my dad, Terry. Just put him down.â Setting him down slowly, I faced her as she rubbed my arms and calmed my anger. âExplain, Anaya.â âHe skipped out when I was two years old and itâs been just my mom and I ever since. Apparently heâs been living here in Miami so this run-in was not at all anticipated.â Nodding as I absorbed her words, I further calmed down as we exited the aisle, checked out, and went home. Relaxing day my ass.
Thank yâall for being so patient with me! The scene with Anaya and Terry was inspired by this video so I hope yâall enjoy.
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these violent delights.
dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.
i never told you my name.
who puts those awful ideas in your head?
you're forever assuming the worst.
what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.
you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?
i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.
nothing made you. you just are.
beautiful things are supposed to hurt.
people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?
i don't know how i ever got on without you.
a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.
i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.
it's good to have guns to stick to.
you could do anything to me and i'd let you.
i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.
i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.
tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.
do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.
you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.
don't tell me what i want.
you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.
i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.
you're so square, you're a cube.
i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.
there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.
you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.
i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.
i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.
thank you for trusting me with this.
be a kid while you still can.
please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.
if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.
your voice changes when you're angry.
what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.
you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.
tell me you need me. in those words.
can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?
i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.
you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.
you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.
you didn't. please tell me you didn't.
you and your awful little games.
why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?
you're going to help me escape.
this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.
you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.
you're sweet, when you want to be.
do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.
it might do you good to be an orphan.
you're just so sincerely creepy.
wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.
i've never seen you like that before. not once.
i've decided to learn to be impulsive.
the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.
there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.
there's no part of you i can't see.
i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.
you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.
i don't want you right now. go home.
i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.
i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.
say what you need to say.
if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.
i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.
i'm worried about what you're getting into.
you don't see me. you can't. you never could.
it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.
i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.
you scare the hell out of me. you really do.
you look the same way you always have.
i was worried i'd lost you.
i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.
all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.
i would rather be cruel than weak.
i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.
this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.
it's always been real for me. every second.
please don't say anything to my mother.
we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.
i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.
hiding the truth is still lying.
i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.
i'm just as much of a monster as you are.
i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.
righteous fury leaves no space for fear.
you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.
you played [game] in school, didn't you?
no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.
someone needs to be looking after you.
you know you can't actually stop me, right?
i want to be able to look at you.
when you need to, you will understand.
i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.
people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.
in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.
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How Robert, Jackson, Jonathan and Tommy will react if they caught reader reading some erotic stories? Or masturbating?
So, I did an either/or for this one because otherwise the answers would have gone on forever! But itâs still super long! Sorry! đ¤Łđđ¤
Robert: When heâs looking for a spare phone charger to take with him on a short business trip, he comes across the erotic book you have hidden in your nightstand.
Heâs not quite sure how to react, as he thought your guysâ sex life was pretty damn good. He quickly goes online and orders a duplicate copy, reading it on the sly while heâs away, putting the cover sleeve of a different book over it. Heâs surprised to see that much of the content is things that heâs secretly wanted to try with you, but has been too nervous/embarrassed to suggest. When he gets home, he canât help but admit to having found it, and youâre equally embarrassed to admit that you donât have it because your sex life with him isnât satisfying, but because itâs about additional stuff thatâs secretly always appealed to you but you have been too shy to suggest to Robert. Once you two are finally honest with each other, an entirely new avenue has been opened for the two of you, and letâs just say things are about to get a lot spicier.
Jackson: Pissed as hell that youâre touching yourself instead of waiting for him to work on you, as he expects to be in control of when and how you come. He doesnât care when you explain that you are only thinking of him but were desperate, since heâs been pretty absent and distracted lately. He proceeds to fuck you as a punishment, hard and rough in all different positions and repeatedly making you come until you feel like you canât take it anymore and are begging him to stop. When your entire body is jelly and he finally stops, he lectures you with a harsh slap to your ass, warning you that next time you get the urge to touch yourself, you better remember whoâs in charge of if and when you receive pleasure.
Jonathan: When he finds out that youâve been reading erotica without telling him, heâs very disappointed. He sees that the content of what youâre reading is stuff that the two of you have never tried, and he immediately gathers that you must secretly want to explore it. Again, heâs disappointed and frustrated because he thought you knew that you could talk to him about anything. When youâre in bed one night, he calmly confronts you and asks you why you havenât spoken up, and he gets the (somewhat sick) pleasure of seeing you embarrassed and bashfully admitting that youâve wanted to, but have been too timid to broach it with him. Enjoying your adorable bashfulness, he pulls you onto his lap and makes you describe to him in fine detail exactly what youâve secretly been wanting him to do to you, forcing you to keep eye contact the whole time. When youâre completely flushed with embarrassment and finally done telling him everything, you can feel his erection pressing into you as he slowly and calmly begins undressing you, making you melt.
âThat wasnât so difficult, was it?â he affectionately teases you in that tone of his. Then he lays you down on the bed and hovers over you. âNow, where should we start?â
Tommy: He catches you masturbating on your shared bed when he returns home earlier than expected from a business trip. Heâs insanely turned on, as he catches you moaning his name before he allows you to realize heâs there. Once he makes himself known, youâre highly embarrassed and attempt to cover yourself, nervously explaining that you missed him too much and couldnât wait for him any longer. Maintaining a stern demeanor, he walks over to the armchair in your bedroom and sits down, then orders you to keep going as he watches you. Youâre mortified, and you try to get out of it, but Tommy is sternly insistent.
âI want to see exactly what you do to yourself when youâre missing me,â he says in that deep voice, and he continues to watch you from the chair, his erection intensifying by the second as he watches you touch yourself. But youâre so embarrassed that you canât get very far, and eventually, in response to seeing your embarrassment and desperation, Tommy finally rises from the chair and walks over to you, beginning to undress.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â he affectionately mocks you with a raise of his brow as he pulls off his clothes. âYour hands not as good as my cock?â
You shake your head, telling him that, no, itâs never as good as actually having him, but when heâs away, you sometimes get too needy.
âWell, itâs a good thing I came home early, then,â he says as he gets on the bed and pulls you to him by your ankles, then lines himself up at your entrance before slamming his cock inside you. âAfter all,â he finishes as you arch at the feel of his cock, âI canât deprive my girl of what she needs.â
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