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inupibaldspot · 3 months

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Wingman ain’t subtle.

Paring: Gojo Satoru x reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : This takes place when Gojo and the rest are students and you are one year senior/older than them

Gojo thinks today is a bad day.

“y/n-senpai apparently only dates guys older than her” Shoko says she sucks the drink from the straw. As much as she’d like to be smoking, it wasn’t allowed on campus.

The lollipop in Gojo’s mouth falls to the ground which makes Geto snort.

“Sucks to you Satoru.” He comments. “If only you were born a year or two before you’d have a chance.”

Gojo winches as he looks over to Shoko with eyes pleading that she was lying “For real?”

“Yeah.” Shoko and you shared being gifted with Reverse Cursed Technique so they’d spend a lot of time training together so the two were close.

Ever since he learned that fact, Gojo had Shoko be his wing man on learning to be and also learn about your type. She was hesitant at fist but oh boy! Gojo was so hopelessly in love with you she kinda felt bad. Shoko adds. “She thinks older guy make her feel protected.”

Gojo huffs, his stomach churns with jealousy. “I’m literally the strongest…” who else would you need to feel protected?

To add on the fact that learning about him having no chance with you because of the year he was born — ‘Satoru was spawn killed.’ Geto would add— he and his classmates had forgotten to put up a veil during a mission which triggered Yaga’s, their teacher in charge, wrath.

Yaga takes in a deep breath“How many times do I have to tell you to put up a veil ?!”

Gojo really couldn’t careless as his teacher yaps away and probably neither did both of his two friends. He could see Geto nod at times as if acting like he was taking Yaga’s word to heart and with Shoko dozing off with her eyes open.

He does his best to fight back a yawn as something suddenly grabs his attention. You. His eyes trail to you ,who was a year senior to him, walking along the hallway, revealed by the long strip of windows between the classroom and hall. Gojo thinks you’re the loveliest piece of existence in the planet as you gently tug a piece of hair behind as you talk with Utahime.

Feeling a piercing gaze — or maybe it was Yaga’s shouts— you look over inside the class as meet your eyes with beautiful vibrant blue ones of your junior, Gojo Satoru’s.

When you give him a smile and a small wave, you weren’t expecting him to straight up beam at your direction and full on wave as if a kid would wave at an airplane passing by.

Of course this angered Yaga further as a nerve pops on his forehead and hands clenched. “Pay attention, Satoru!” He swings his fist at the boy.

The impact of his teacher’s fist on him sends him flying. If he weren’t such a good student he would have actually used his limitless to block such hits but alas— it may not look like it but he was. “Sensei—! Hitting your students should be against the law.”

He sees Geto sent him an amused smirk and Shoko,who finally woke up, trying to figure out what was happening and to his horror, you were giggling at him. Not many things can make Gojo feel embarrassed but his crush laughing at him when he got hit was one of it.

Yup-! That’s exactly what he needed; his crushing laughing as he gets beat up and lectured by his teacher. His day was going fan-tas-tic!

The day goes on with with the remaining classes. Evening classes were usually training so Shoko was in infirmary with Gojo and Geto on the training grounds but one thing bother Gojo was that the ‘hit’ from Yaga earlier did leave an impact. The back of his head a aching and even made him jump when Geto applied the slightest bit of pressure.

Call him dramatic but he didn’t want the ache to go on further so there he was on his way to the infirmary. He really needed Shoko to patch him up.

He slides the door open as he starts to complain. “Shoko heal me up. Yaga’s hit really did some damage on me”

“You’re hurt?”

Hearing a voice which wasn’t Shoko’s and with almost a magic like ability to make his heart race grabbed his attention. He turns to see you who was near the storage cabinet as if you were arranging something.

“I- uhh…” Suddenly his throat constricted and he couldn’t speak. His face heats up as you tilt your head waiting for an answer as he clears his throat. “Just a bit, y/n.”

“Shoko is out though. She got called to assist in a mission. ” You smile as you sit on a near by chair, pulling another chair beside.

You smile at him as you pat the chair beside yours indicating him to sit down there which makes him tense up slightly but he does as told. “Also you should be calling me ‘senpai’. Utahime-senpai was complaining that youth these days have no manner.”

You laugh. “Now tell me where you’re hurt.”

He sits beside you as he tilts his head and points at his sore spot. “Here.”

Gojo watches you raise your hand and inspect his heat, the places where your fingers grazes heats up which makes him gulp deeply. You laugh as you see a swelling on his head. “Wow- Sensei really did hit you hard…”

The white haired boy relaxes as he he feels the calming sensation on his head which means you were using your technique of healing him. “Does age really matter that much?”

You hum as if thinking through your answer. “Of course. Even a year older means you’ve been in this world for a year longer. That in itself is commendable enough.”

“I heard from Shoko that you like guys older…” Gojo says no longer trying to contain the jealousy in his voice. “Is it because of the same reason?”

Gojo watches your eyes widen and blink in confusion; he thinks any expression you make is so so adorable. You then proceed to giggle. “Just because I dated people who are older than me doesn’t mean I have a type.”

Damn that Shoko probably messed around with her wording. Gojo curses as the girl made it seem you would only date guys older than her.

“For example…” You hum as you bring your finger up to your lips. “Right now I like a guy who is younger than me who never respects his elder.”

Hearing her words, every restrain in his body breaks free and Gojo stands up from his seat ; before he knows it his lips are on yours. He hold your face in place, cupping both side of his cheeks.

Gojo kisses you. Your lips are softer than he imagined it to be and when you let out a small moan he deepens it, stronger and desperate as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

He brings one of his hands to the back of your head, as he runs his hands through your hair. His lips keep moving as if he had lost his mind; deep and urgent as if he couldn’t waste a single second.

Out of breath, he pulls away and looks at you who was breathing heavily and lips slightly plump from his desperate tugs and bites. He watches the same lips curl into a smile as you give him a teasing smile. “Also tell Shoko to quit being your wing man,Satoru. She isn’t quite subtle about it.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 10 months

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Hobie x deadpool reader or spider reader

Hobie Brown x Deadpool male reader

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I love Deadpool, who doesn’t love Deadpool? I tried to think of what Deadpool would be like in Hobies’ earth, and I just feel like he would kinda just be the same as always, except maybe with a metal aesthetic. And any chance to work my favorite music into stuff? I’m taking it.

You were Deadpool, and had been Deadpool for a long time. In the beginning it had just been your musician and artist name. Much of your music was different types of metal, with lyrics focused on judging the system and pointing fingers at its corruption.

Of course, a lot of people hated your music, but there was also those who loved it. One of them being Hobie Brown. Even before he became spiderman, hed always been a very righteous person with strong opinions about corruption and capitalism, so finding an artist who shared his views was great.

That was until you got a little too popular and stepped on the wrong people’s toes with your music and art. When you started pointing fingers at Osborn and his wild corruption, those against you grew more and more violent.

And at one of your biggest concerts to date, one that offered all the proceeds to those in need, you were assassinated right on stage. Theories would go around saying it was Osborn wanting to get rid of you, and telling everyone what would happen if they crossed him.

Panic consumed the arena after you were shot right on stage, and in the panic your body was whisked away. Deadpool became an icon in the anarchist circle, as one of the first to stand up against suppression and never back down no matter what.

Time would pass, Hobie would become Spiderman, and he would fight people like Osborn, even killing the guy with his guitar in the end.

But even after killing Osborn, the world was still in disarray, meaning a lot of work had to be done. So, when someone who went by Deadpool started popping up in stories and rumors, it caught people’s attention.

It was assumed you were just a fan, who wanted to use the legendary name of Deadpool to spread your message, or maybe the honor the original Deadpool. That was until people met you though.

You had the same clothes, only now wearing a mask. Your boots, your jacket, your spikes, and patches, even your guitar, you had it all. And on closer inspection, true fans could see it was the real thing.

You were almost like a ghost of the past, stories would go around that you were the angered spirit of the musician Deadpool, having crawled out of hell to wreak havoc on the upper class and tear out the roots of capitalism.

Hobie would want to meet you of course, you were like his hero and biggest inspiration. The first time you two would meet would be during a fight of some sort, and you’d chuck your guitar across the battlefield to nail a corrupt cop in the head before they could get a lucky shot at Hobie.

After that you two became close like two peas in a pod. Hobie would never treat you like you were someone above him, even though he had admired you for years, because he doesn’t believe in treating celebrities like gods.

Soon Deadpool and Spiderman being spotted together was a common sight, and so was seeing spiderman swing around with Deadpool in his arms or hanging on his back like a koala.

You never really take off your mask in the beginning, but when you do Hobie learns why you keep it on. You have a large scar taking up part of your head where the bullet had blown your head apart all that time ago.

You had apparently always been a mutant with a light healing factor, which had kept you alive, but you had been whisked away from Osborn researchers who wanted to use your healing factor. But in the end, they’d simply boosted your powers and you became pretty much unkillable.

This leads to you taking most of the hits during battle, since you can easily take it, anything you lose will just grow back. That doesn’t stop Hobie from worrying though, because seeing someone get their arm sliced off is pretty extreme.

Your first kiss is something you’d only have with a version of Deadpool. Hobie would be carrying your head after it’s been sliced off, and you would be asking him for a kiss and blowing him kisses from where hes carrying your head.

Now, anyone normal wouldn’t do what Hobie does, but Hobie doesn’t like to fit the mold. So, he would lift your severed but still living head and kiss you on the lips. Cue a make out until your body stumbles over and you can get your head back on.

You two never actually put a label to what you are, because that’s not the type of person you two are. But you two are pretty much dating now. You move into an apartment together, and sleep in the same bed at night, and kiss whenever you want.

Spiderman and Deadpool pretty much become icons in your community, for standing up towards oppression, and also being two hot guys who hold concerts after fights.

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slttygeto · 4 months

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don't be so reckless, don't break my heart —MITSUYA T.

synopsis: an argument with your childhood best friend leads to sweet confessions in the middle of the night.

tags: fluff, confessions, childhood best friend! mitsuya, fem!reader, arguments (so, angst if you squint a little), mentions of the reader being in a panicked state, mentions of mitsuya having injuries and bl00d all over him.

word count: 4,2k

note: thank you to the amazing @jean-kirsteins-real-gf for commissioning me! I enjoyed writing this piece a lot :) what a way to start the year! happy 2024 <3!!

Your first meeting with Mitsuya is a memory that is always present in the forefront of your head. It isn’t something that you could easily ignore or brush off, how such a sweet boy who was about your age had a baby to his chest and a kid younger than you both holding his hand so tightly you could see their knuckles turning white. What a rare sight it was, for a boy so young to guide his sister (after you heard her address him as big brother), the gentle tone to his voice, the carefulness when holding the baby to his chest—his kind gesture seals the deal for you.

Shy and scared as a shrinking violet, your teary eyes face away from the two boys who had pushed you off the swing. Young you was never able to speak her mind so bravely, so freely—yet you watch as Mitsuya—(a total stranger at the time), come to your rescue with a baby wrapped closely to him. It is ridiculous the way he fights and scares them off so easily. At first, they mock him for his soft features, for his lavender eyes and for the tiny human being latching onto him. Yet a single kick to one of the boys’ stomach is enough to send chills down your spine. That looks painful, you think.

As you wipe your eyes, you are finally able to look away from the bullies scurrying away with their tails tucked between their legs, facing your knight in shining armor. Your savior. What do you say in such situations? What do you do? You forget to stand up and dust yourself, only realizing your position when your neck starts to hurt from craning it to look up at your hero.

“Are you okay?” he presents a warm hand which you gladly hold, and he pulls you up with so much ease as you wipe away the excess tears on your cheeks. “I’ve seen them around here, never been nice to anyone.” He continues to talk and you continue to give silent nods as a response. At one point, he questions your ability to speak and your face heats up.

“I’m just…”

“Shy?” The slight to his head, the sweet smile—the crush you developed for the boy was all too expected with how nice he was to you.

As the years pass by, the friendship the two of you have developed turned into something that none of you could quite decipher—not that you wanted to. Strangely, you enjoyed the confusion that paints his friends’ faces as you walk up to him, scold him for missing lunch, for not answering your calls—and he doesn’t blush nor does he shy away from returning your hugs, even more passionately than the way you almost tackle him to the ground. His arms have grown stronger than when you were kids, and the way he smells has become so sweet…so intoxicating—you feel dizzy when you pull away from him, unable to look him in the eye for the next 30 seconds as you listen to whatever lame joke Draken has to say about the two of you.

Unbeknownst to you, the boy remembers the day he saw you as though it was yesterday as well. Pretty girl crying on the playground, heart thrumming in his chest when he saw the tears painting your face—he wasn’t in Toman at the time, wasn’t even a thing to begin with. He lies to himself and says that his brotherly instincts kick in when he saw you, that the protectiveness stems from the fact that he would’ve done the same if it were one of his two little sisters. Nevertheless, whatever he was telling his stubborn brain would not go through. He hears you sniffle and helps you up, gives you a tissue to clean yourself and even questions your ability to speak—when you part your lips, your soft voice is what seals the deal for him at the time.

At the time, developing a crush could be from something as simple as saying hi a bit too excitedly or in Mitsuya’s case, the way you had always been nice to other kids on the playground. You weren’t that talkative, but you played with kids on the swing, built sandcastles with them—until those two boys bullied you and the lavender boy knew he had to do something about it.

Watching you grow was a privilege. In Mitsuya’s eyes, having you was perfect. Knowing you, growing with you, embracing you in his arms—you’ve become more beautiful, your eyelashes brush over your cheeks when you blink and your lips pout instead of wobbling when you get sad. Your eyes still hold the same amount of warmth in them as that summer day he met you. You smell as sweet as a jasmine, handle his little sisters as though they are your own, delicate fingers brushing their hair, fixing their bangs, prepping their meals—you treat him and his family with something that feels so special but he would hate to be falsely reading between the lines.

Empathy and kindness have always been one of your traits, you put other people first and although Mitsuya loved it when someone realized just how much of an amazing human being you were, he hated seeing you get taken advantage of. So nice, so sweet—an angel.

You are present when Toman becomes a thing, celebrate alongside the first few members of the biker gang the birth of something so small yet so significant (with a future so big, nobody could ever foresee it). However, violence was never your thing. And so a frown sits heavy on your face whenever you see small scratches on Mitsuya’s face, remind yourself to scold him later for the bruise on his jaw—how would he explain it to his sisters? They’re probably worried sick about him!

“It’s me, can you open up?” it is a rainy summer night, your favorites. You are wearing light pajama pants and a tank top as you approach the entrance door with your heart beating in your throat. At around 11:32PM, soft knocks come to your door. You don’t move from the couch at first. Maybe they’ve mistaken the property for theirs.

Until a second round of knocks come in, and you hear the muffled voice and—wait, you know that voice! As you rush to undo the locks, nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the scene awaiting you.

Mitsuya Takashi was everything yet nothing—a leader, an older brother and a best friend, but when he comes to you so late at night with bruises and cuts all over his face—purple and red knuckles, the bones almost visible, he hisses at the feeling of the alcohol against his wounds. Tears welling up in his eyes, the sniffles--you realize how utterly small and vulnerable he is, sitting on your red couch with legs that would not rest. His limbs shake and his head hurts, you doubt that he has eaten anything all day and he watches as you sigh and rearrange the first aid kit before making your way to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” his voice sounds harsh, the softness to it no longer there after having yelled so much during yet another one of Toman’s fights. You give no response. You don’t need his apologies, you do not need words right now—however, starting a fight was the last thing on your mind, and clearly not what Mitsuya was able to handle in such state.

“It’s alright,” you say as you make your way back to where he was and place food in front of him. Hot and delicious, the smell alone is enough to make his mouth water and he digs in with no regard to his wounds—you hear him hiss as he pulls the chopsticks away from his lips and for the first time ever, you give a small chuckle.

Mitsuya smiles at this, a little relieved that you weren’t that mad at him. However, he sees the way you sit and face away from him, how your eyes trail longer on the uninteresting, empty road out there rather than his face. This was unlike you. You were never one to avoid eye contact with him, having openly admitted that you find solace in his lavender eyes and his gentle stare. Clearly, something was wrong.

“Are you angry with me?” It is not a surprise that the emotionally intelligent man was able to pick up on the subtle hints you’ve thrown his way about your sour mood, and you suck in your lips for a bit before finally mustering up the courage to face him. Your eyes are tired, a deep frown sitting heavy on your face and painting your features in a darker light than usual. One that has the wounded man’s heart breaking for a bit.

“Only worried,” you want to say more, Mitsuya fixing his posture to look at you encourages you to do so. “Do you have to do this?” you whisper the question so softly, so afraid that someone in the empty apartment beside Mitsuya would hear. You don’t know why you are so afraid of being heard, perhaps because you know you are overstepping into a territory that wasn’t yours—something you’ve never had the chance to experience—Toman, the community, the people in it. They all meant so much to the guy sitting next to you, wouldn’t it be insulting to ask him if he has to put his life on the line for them every time?

Upon hearing those words, a sigh leaves the guy’s lips and you feel like sinking into the couch. Conversing with Mitsuya was easy, it felt natural and smooth—why was this topic so anxiety inducing then?

“You’ve been there… you know, when it all started.” His words serve as a reminder of the day it all started, the joy on everyone’s faces when Mitsuya handed them the old Toman uniforms. You’ve seen it, how dedicated all of them were. You were understanding—but this was too much.

“I have but—Takashi, this is ridiculous,” you turn to face him and Mitsuya’s eyes flicker down to your pouty lips before staring back at your eyes. He hates seeing you so upset.

“I know, I know…” his hand slides towards your own and you feel electricity through your body when you feel his touch, the way his fingers interlace with yours and his thumb brushes over the skin of the back of your hand. “I just have to and plus, kinda needed that beating as warm up.”

“Huh?” you stare at him confused, pushing him to continue.

“Toman’s been involved in something a bit nasty,”

“But you guys are used to nasty, right?” there’s nervousness in your voice.

“Yeah but this is… This is next level,” when Mitsuya leans forward with his elbows on his knees, the serious look on his face almost sends you spiraling.

“Who?”

“Hm?”

“Who are you fighting?” You’re fighting off high levels of anxiety as he keeps you waiting for a few seconds before replying.

“Tenjiku.”

“Tenji—“ you choke on your spit, unable to finish your sentence out of pure shock. “Tenjiku! You are fighting Tenjiku? No, no no no—you’re not,” you’ve grown agitated at the mention of the name of the gang, and Mitsuya suddenly finds himself unable to calm you down as he normally can.

“Hey, it’s okay we’ve got this, we always do—“

“You always do?!” You repeat, before pointing at his state. “Look at you! You’re barely coming back in one piece, think you can fight Tenjiku?”

“Well excuse you, Toman is also very strong.” Takashi also gets up from the couch, your words having too much of an effect on the usually calm and collected man. As he watches you pace around the living room of your apartment, his hands find themselves in front of his body, reaching towards you in a futile attempt of getting you to calm or sit down. But to no avail. It seems as though the mention of such dangerously reputable biker gang sets you off, and the possibility of what might happen to the man if not careful enough sends you spiraling down faster with each short inhale you take.

“That’s—what? A thousand men against a hundred? Don’t be ridiculous Takashi.”

“How am I being ridiculous? You know Toman,” his eyebrows are furrowed and his body stops moving, indicating that your words were starting to get to him personally. “We are strong, we got this.”

“You always come back beaten up and bloody!” you half yell out exasperated. “You don’t got this if most of your body is black and blue by the time a fight is over!”

The tension in the room has grown so thick. It’s unusual given your somewhat stable friendship with the man. Slight disagreements happened here and there over things that you could easily brush off and say ‘yes, I was wrong and you were right,’ or simply ignore it and pretend it never happened. But as your voice gets louder, and you show more and more evidence of how upset you are, it’s clear as day that ‘slight’ wouldn’t describe the situation accurately. You were having a full blown argument with Mitsuya, and it still hasn’t sunk in yet.

Mitsuya can hear his heart beat in his chest, he feels his ears heating up with the amount of negative feelings he was experiencing towards this—towards you being so against Toman winning. Did you really not believe in him? Were you faking being supportive this entire time?

“You know I’m still going to go and fight alongside them, right?” The tone Takashi uses with you is so unusual that you feel your eyes brimming with tears straight away. Cold and indifferent, two things you never thought you could associate with how the man felt for you.

“Well don’t come to my place for me to clean you up. Find someone else.”

“I will.” He doesn’t wait for you to open the door for him, doesn’t say goodnight as he usually does. He doesn’t even slam the door as he leaves. He is cold and distant as he walks further and further away from you, from the argument. Reality sets in and the heavy weight of your words and reactions to his announcement come flashing back like a short movie made to embarrass you, make you feel guilty.

“Fuck.”

“Mitsuya! You’re distracted!” Another punch lands on the lavender hair’s jaw, sending him flying into the ground with a loud thud. Although his injuries aren’t as bad as half of Toman’s, his disorganized state is sending most of his division members into a panicked state. He was never like this.

“Ugh--!” Before he can stand up, he is being kicked repeatedly in the guts until blood spills out of his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to roll over and away from whoever’s attacking him to avoid another harsh blow to his body. He gets on one knee with an arm around his middle, protecting his injuries and he coughs out blood before letting his wobbly legs help him stand up straight.

“Shit—sorry,” his hand wipes at the blood on his lips. He gets into a fighting stance and immediately, the look in his eyes changes into something fiercer, more passionate. He hates that the argument with you is the only thing on his mind. Your words, your tone, even the way you haven’t reached out to him in a couple of days. He hates fighting with you, despises the fact that maybe you were right, and that Tenjiku are beating them up. But one glance at his division members—at Toman, it reminds him that the roars of victory when the fight ends, the tears of joy. The pain in his body could never compare to the happiness and satisfaction of being in this gang, his second family. However, he cannot wait for everything to be over, and for you two to make up.

The universe has a strange way of showing that two people are meant to be. As Mitsuya makes his way back to his apartment, several groans escape his lips as he drags his bloodied and beaten up body up the stairs. He preferred going to yours because there were less stairs but…It looks like it wasn’t an option now. As his hand twists the knob of his door, he is fully prepared to see a mortified baby sitter asking him what exactly had happened—but instead, he sees something else. Or rather someone.

Earlier that night, things were a bit messy for you. Feeling as though you have been punched repeatedly in the guts wasn’t an enjoyable feeling—the nausea amplified by your shallow breathing, your nostrils hurting from the harsh cold air and your throat dry as a desert as your body refuses to swallow, instead sending you into an anxious state as it forgets to let the oxygen into your lungs. You choke as you get away from the window and run to the kitchen to grab some water, you open the tap and let the cold liquid hit your wrists, calm your nerves. You lean against the sink with your elbows propped against the surface and your lips pathetically wobble as tears threaten to spill. You couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were glad that Luna and Mana had gone down to sleep easily, a short story about a princess that wandered around the forest, slipping down a mystery hole into a magical world which she ended up ruling had the girls’ eyes sparkle, yet the tiredness was visible as their under eyes darkened, eyelids heavy and before you knew it—tiny snores resonated through their shared room. You checked on them a couple of times throughout the night, and although the sight of them sleeping so soundly had you place a hand on your chest as muscle memory, your body wanting to show its relief—your brain was running a thousand miles per hour. Takashi—how was he? Would he even make it back? You feel as though you were a bit harsh with him when telling him that you wouldn’t treat his wounds—but his stubbornness, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

There is a crackling noise coming from the fireplace, and you know that the coldness of your body calls for warming up but—but not now, not when Mitsuya wasn’t back home yet, and it was already approaching three in the morning.

As strange as it may seem, the invisible thread connecting the two of you was tugging from both sides and you find yourself staring at the door knob before it starts twisting. When the door swings open and a bloody Mitsuya comes in sight, the first thing that leaves your lips is a defeated “oh” before your feet rush you to the first aid kit you had brought with you from your place.

“What…are you doing here?” Takashi is the first to break the silence as he limps towards the couch. You don’t answer, you gently place him on the cushions before cradling his face in your hands. He doesn’t like the look on your face, how your eyes are brimming with tears and your bottom lip wobbles before you look away to hide the fact that you were very close to bursting into tears.

“I was never going to come.” You admit, but it was obviously a lie. Not with the way you carefully unbutton his uniform top and hand him a bottle of water to keep him hydrated.

“I know,” his voice had gone low, almost ashamed to be in such position.

“Did you at least win?” You whisper as you open the kit and pull out cotton and some disinfectant for his wounds, a bandage for his for his arms and legs. His uniform was ripped, destroyed from being tossed to the ground repeatedly, but the proud smile on his face eases your worries a bit. You miss seeing his lips curl up like that.

“Toman never loses.”

The next few minutes go by in complete silence, with the occasional hiss and groans from the man being treated and your soft apologies. The living room is filled with something so intense, ready to snap at any given moment. When Takashi groans as you press at a certain spot between his ribs, you freeze and look up at him.

“You broke a bone?”

“I figured with how hard I was getting beaten,” he holds his side with a slight wince.

“Takashi…” said man looks down at you, and his eyes soften when he sees that the tears you once held in were finally spilling out. “You’re so reckless, I—you stress me out,�� you try to wipe your tears away, but it seems useless. The more tears fall down, the less control you have over your sobs. You are on the verge of a full breakdown and the man sitting before you on the couch can’t help but reach his hands towards you to smooth your hair, push it out of your wet face.

“Hey…hey I’m fine, I’m sorry that I caused you this much stress I just—“

“I don’t wanna lose you,” you cut him off abruptly, moving your hands away from your face and letting him fully cradle your face. “I can’t imagine living without you, Taka,” before your lip could start wobbling again, Takashi’s thumb gently brushes over it and pulls it down.

“You won’t lose me,” he whispers, leaning down to your level. “Ever. I know I get beaten up very often, but I always come back in one piece, don’t I?”

“But what if something happens?” you’re finally letting your worries float to the surface openly. Rather than telling him not to fight like last time, you are now fully admitting that you were anxious about his absence, how much he means to you and how his well being affects your life. “What if—what if you lose, you die and I don’t have you in my life?”

“That wouldn’t be so horrible, hm? I do cause you a lot of stress apparently,” he tries to joke, lift up your mood but you shake your head almost harshly, hands grabbing his wrists.

“I need you with me, in my life. I need you next to me, I wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself, Taka,”

“All to yourself?” His thumb then brushes your cheek, up to your eyebrows before pushing your sweaty strands out of your face. “Sounds like you got something else to say, don’t you?”

His voice isn’t playful, but rather encouraging. His lavender eyes are filled with something so comforting yet so intense. For the first time ever, you feel nervous in his presence.

“That I love you. I’m in love with you, you don’t even know how horrible it feels when I have to treat your cuts and wounds and have to watch you be so careless about something that is so precious to me,” your hands let go of his wrists to cradle his face, mirroring his actions. He melts under your touch, nuzzling into the palm of your hands like a feline craving heat during winter.

“Lucky you, I’d love to have you all to myself too,”

“You do?”

“I do,” he nods and tilts your head up to stare at him. “I have wanted you all to myself for so long, it’s kind of ridiculous. That warm smile,” his other hand traces your lips. “Those gorgeous eyes,” he leans in and presses a kiss to your eyelids. “This pure soul,” his lips then press against your forehead, between your eyebrows. “I’ve wanted you to be all mine for so long, watched myself fall in love with you harder with every moment we spent together. My heart, my soul—they yearned for yours. For your eyes to only stare at me, for those lips to only smile at me—I love you.”

You feel your cheeks heating up with every word, every honeyed sentence leaving his lips like a sweet melody. You can’t bring yourself to say anything in return, not when looking at him seems so difficult, your eyes, chest and whole body feeling hot at the realization that he feels the same.

Takashi was in love with you.

“You made my confession seem so lame,” you break the silence with a sniffle, and your face heats up even more when he starts laughing at your embarrassed state.

“It wasn’t lame at all, my love, my heart is about to burst at your words,”

“Don’t—you’re so comfortable already!” You try to pull away from him when he uses such sweet pet names on you.

“I am the luckiest to be with my best friend, my baby,” he presses his lips against your cheeks with a grin, going in for another kiss when he feels your hot cheeks. “Of course I’d be comfortable.”

Falling for your best friend seemed like the worst possible outcome when you realized you were developing feelings for him, but when he was holding you with so much care and staring at you with such warm eyes—all those worries melted away against the palm of his hand, accepting the love he had for you with open arms and an open heart.

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talaok · 11 months

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can you write actress!reader and their daughter visiting pedro on set or pedro coming back home and surprising his daughter after being away filming please

i just love dad!pedro fluff

Warnings: surprisingly a touch of angst but really just a pinch I promise

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting Craig “Thank you for doing this”

“Of course” he reassured you “he talks about you all the time anyways, and… this way he’ll probably want to get scenes right, right away so it’s a win-win” he joked, making you chuckle.

Suddenly, you felt a tug at your hand.

“Sweetie, say hi”

Your daughter looked up at Craig, her dad’s big brown eyes cute as ever.

“Hi,” she waved, or at least tried to, wave at him.

“Hi there honey, you’re bigger each time I see you”

“‘S not true, I’m always the same,” she said between giggles

“Oh no you’re growing my friend,” he said, crouching down to her level “Next thing I know you’ll be taller than me”

“But that’s impossible“ she laughed

“We’ll see” Craig teased, getting back up to you.

“We should go”

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"Heard that sweetie? we have to be real quiet now" You whispered as Craig led you onto the set

"Can you do that?"

She nodded, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself, she would have never been this obedient if not for what she knew was about to come.

"Here" Craig murmured as he closed a heavy white door behind you "We should almost be done with the scene"

You followed him until he stopped right in front of a little screen that showed what the camera was filming.

The scene had already started, and it followed Pedro as he walked around a makeshift apartment.

He had sent you pictures of him in character before, but seeing him in real life was much different.

They had made streaks of his hair and beard white, and he was wearing a black and green flannel that looked approximately a hundred years old.

You liked this rough look, he didn't believe you when you first told him, but seeing him now only made you more sure. He looked hot, and you made a mental note to tell him later.

Your daughter's hand was still gripping yours, but her eyes were wide with amazement as she watched her own daddy at work.

She had been down the whole day. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday and no matter what you tried to do with her, read her her favorite stories, bring her to the park, make the swing fly real high like she begged you do to each time... nothing worked, and only once you set her down to talk, she had confessed what was wrong all along.

She missed her dad.

You already had half a mind that's what it was, but you weren't sure, and when she finally told you, you felt your chest warm a bit.

Of course she did, just as you did,

Pedro had been really busy with this project, and he tried to be home as much as possible, God knows how much it pained him too, but today was Saturday, and he usually never worked on weekends, and as much as your daughter was used to not seeing much of him during the week, they used to spend every waking moment together on Saturdays and Sundays, and she didn't like the change of routine, not one bit.

The recalling of your morning was suddenly interrupted by a loud "Cut!"

The silence that filled the air before was gone in a second, as seemingly everyone rushed on set.

"You wanna go again?" Pedro asked who you assumed was the director.

"no we got it, it was perfect"

"great" Pedro smiled, starting to walk off the set, but the moment he did, something caught his attention.

"Daddy!"

You glanced beneath you, and to your amusement, your daughter wasn't there, instead, she was running towards your husband.

“What?" Pedro's eyes widened, but he wasted no time crouching down to catch her as she ran right into his arms "Peach?" he asked, hugging her tight while standing up.

"Hi" you smiled walking up to them

"Sweetheart!? what is happening?" he said, beaming

You shrugged, caging a grin between your teeth "We missed you"

And at that, he had to pause, his glimmering eyes glancing between the two loves of his life.

"I missed you so much Daddy!" your daughter joined, her pigtails hitting Pedro's cheek as she hid her face between his shoulder and neck.

"I missed you too angel" he promised, stroking her back and kissing her hair "Missed you a lot" You took a step closer, taking his free hand in yours and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"hi," you repeated yourself in a quiet whisper

"Hi" he smiled, kissing you again

"Hey!" your daughter suddenly interrupted, making both of you chuckle.

"sorry baby" you excused yourself, leaning away "he's all yours"

She made a satisfied sound before her eyes started attentively examing Pedro's face.

"you look old" she stated, making you snort.

Pedro feigned a gasp, clearly stifling a smile "What did you just say to me?"

Your daughter giggled “you look old, daddy”

“I can’t believe this! You don’t see me for a day and already think I look old!?”

“Your hair is white!” she laughed pointing at them.

“I can't believe this!” he kept up his farce, obviously entertaining her “I’ve always looked like this! Since when do you not like my hair?”

“‘S not true” she shook her head, still chuckling ” This is not your hair”

“It sure is”

”No it's not, you have brown hair like me daddy!” She protested ”tell him mommy!” She called for your help, turning to you.

”You’re right baby” you reassured her

”See? Mommy says I’m right”

”Alright, alright, you caught me” Pedro smiled, giving up ” You’re too smart angel” he kissed her cheek, starting to walk towards some chairs off the set.

Your daughter stayed gripped around him like her life depended on it even as he sat down.

”so did you have fun today?” he asked, setting her on his knees.

“Me and Mommy went to the park”

“That’s nice” Pedro smiled, stroking her hair.

“I wanted you to be there” she suddenly pouted, and you saw the look in your husband’s eyes. You saw how much those words affected him, how much they pained him.

“I know” he said “I’m sorry”

“I’ll make it up to you sweetie”

“How?” she asked, with that sassy tone she had recently discovered.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do whatever you want”

“Anything?” her eyes sparked with mischief

“Anything, peach” he promised seconds before she nestled into his chest again, hugging him even tighter.

— — —

In just twenty minutes, your daughter's soft snores started making their way to your ears.

You smiled, watching her sleeping so peacefully on her daddy’s shoulder.

“You spoil her too much” you teased, your fingers gently playing with Pedro’s ones as you set beside him.

“How could I not, have you seen her?” He whispered, still petting her hair.

A familiar smile spread on your face, but before you could fully take it in, a small sigh fled your lips.

“She misses you, Pedro,” you said, your eyes finding his, and in them, a somber understanding.

He already knew. And it destroyed him every day.

“I miss you” you added with a small frown.

He turned his palm to hold your hand, a small gesture, a small -I’m here-

“I know” he spoke after a brief moment “I miss you too”

You nodded, a quiet understanding passing between you.

“I’ll never work on weekends again,” he said

“Pedro that’s not in your control” You shook your head

“I don’t care, I’ll stand my ground” he murmured, his thumb drawing patterns on your hand “I can’t go on like this sweetheart, I want to be there for you, for both of you, and I’m tired of not doing that, I’m tired of missing you all-day baby” he whispered, frustration tracing his words.

You rested your head on his shoulder, a small -I’m here- of your own.

“I know” you spoke, softly rutting your head against his shoulder “It’ll be alright, we’ll find a way”

“Thank you for doing this” he murmured, feeling like the luckiest man in the world sitting between you “I love you”

“I love you too baby” you smiled, leaning up to give him a quick kiss.

And immediately, even if still asleep, your daughter's small arms tightened around his neck possessively, a small “daddy” escaping her lips.

You chuckled, as Pedro absolutely melted at the image

“She’s such a daddy’s girl”

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 4 months

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#390

“It’s you again. Why are you over here? Car parking is over there…. Aw don’t give me that bullshit that you are lost. You are over here with a purpose. Don’t look surprised. You saw my dick at the urinal, and you want to swing on it. You are so fucking obvious….

“What? If you want my dick, you are going to have to do more than just stare at me in shock. Goddamned! Do I have to be this blunt? Do you want my cock or not? If you do, get the fuck over here and get on your knees, if not fuck off.

“Not moving is not an option…. There you go. Ask me nicely for my dick…. I guess I have to lead you on everything, don’t I? Do you want me in your mouth or in your pussy?...

“Wrong answer. I don’t want to bust my nut in your mouth. It’s going in your shitter. Take off your clothes. Yeah right here….

“You seem to have difficulty following orders. Look I need to bust my nut, I need a bitch that knows her place. You are a hole to be fucked; that’s it. You need to be treated as such. If you are worried about someone seeing you, this is the area for semi-trucks. No one other than queerss wander back here, and if they do, they will be envious and not offended. Those other two semis? We all drive for the same company. I know those drivers. They know quite well that I used fags.

“Strip or fuck off…. Good. When you are done, and I have looked you over, we’ll go up in my cab.

“Just leave your shit in a pile…. On your knees. Aren’t you the whitest boy? If I was blind, I would still be able to tell you were white by that tiny clit you have. That thing is useless.

“Here’s mine. It’s twice your size and mine is still soft. Take it in your mouth…. Damn, you are struggling to take just the head, and I’m not even hard. This is why I want your twat.

“Pull off. OK. I’m going up. I need to get ready. I want you to remain in that kneeling position until I call you up. You understand?

“You got my cock going, you are going to follow through. I’m putting your clothes on the passenger seat. I’ll call you….

…

“…Ok, pussyboy. Come on up and get that pussy wrecked.

“See that bottle? That’s lube. Take a huge squeeze and slather it on your hole. Hand it to me. A tiny thing like you will need extra lube…. You ready?

“Don’t worry about the curtain. No one can see in. I texted my buds in the other cabs that the screams of a nelly white bitch boy being impaled on my cock may come from my cab and not to worry.

“Climb up, on your back. Legs up. Feel my head at your hole? My cock is larger than most. So push out as much as you can.

“There! I’m going down to the root. Yeah, you either can relax your pussy by pushing out or I will just take your hole, ramming it to the nut. Relax your twat! You’re almost there.

“Cry all you want. Let those tears fly. Tears are just your body giving over to what you were made to be. Scream out! Let those other drivers know you are getting split in two.

“Your pussy was made for this. You got all eight inches in you. To the root! You little bitch! You got a real man fucking your twat now.

“I want you to ride me. Move over….

“Climb up on me. Put one knee here and the other leg there. Feel my cock head at your pussy? Sit on it. Go on. Sit. You’ve taken me to the root. Guide that puss down. That’s it, cry baby cry.

“Now ride! You pussy is starting to feel good.

“While you were kneeling outside, I text my buds that if they want a piece of you to come over after your screams have died down.

“I can hear one of them coming up….

“...Come on up. Hey Carter. This bitch is hungry. Get comfortable.

“Bitch! No one told you to stop. Get back to riding me.

“The lube is right there. I am so close to shooting…. I have an idea.

“Pussy, lean forward and hug me. There like that.

“Now Carter, slide your cock in her puss, right alongside of me. We’ll double team her. Tear it up good.

“Oh yeah. Like that. Fuck! Let’s go for it.

“Scream baby. Of course it hurts! I want it to hurt. Think of this as you losing your virginity again.

“…What? This is your first time up the butt? Fuck yeah. Think how lucky you are to have me as your first, and to have two men in you at once. Hug me harder. I’m about ready to breed you.

“Get ready. Get ready! Uh uh uh. Fuck. Uh Fuuuuuuck. Damn that was good.

“Don’t stop Carter. Breed this bitch too…. You are a ways off? Well, shit, I need some sleep. Why don’t you take this bitch back to your cab. See if Isaac wants to join you. She’ll go back with you. I have her clothes. When you guys are done with her, I may give her another load, or just give her clothes back.

“I really don’t care. I need sleep. Just take her.”

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kyojurismo · 8 months

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tags : fem!reader, spider-man au, reader gets kidnapped by a criminal, mention of injuries and blood, first kiss, bkg fell first & i got a little carried away alright bear w me.

notes : i just can’t help it, i had to write something about him as spider-man and here we are. across the spider-verse motivated me even more i guess . . . anyway, enjoy !! <3

special tag : @doumadono ♡

part two

spider-man!bakugo who happens to be your classmate, you find yourself study with him since he’s very smart and doesn’t even has to try. the annoying part? he’s popular and girls are all over him, so you’re often disturbed during your studying sessions.

spider-man!bakugo who starts developing feelings for you, finds himself staring at you as you focus on your notes and books, follows your figure in the corridors making sure you’re okay.

spider-man!bakugo who often finds himself checking on you while doing his usual patrols. you never notice him of course, he makes sure of it.

spider-man!bakugo who one day happens to hear you talking about him— well, about spider-man. he’s curious to hear your opinion about him.

“well, i’m glad someone is out there helping capturing criminals, but . . .” your friend shrugs, searching another article about spider-man. “look. he almost let this poor man fall from a balcony while trying to stop this criminal,” she points out.

you chuckle at her words, surprising her. “he can’t control civilians’ reactions, y’know. i think he’s doing a good work and he makes me feel more safe when i walk alone at night,” you confess, smiling. “we shouldn’t be too judgemental, i’m sure he’s doing his best.”

after hearing your words bakugo covers his mouth with his palm in attempt to hide his growing smile.

spider-man!bakugo who discovers some criminal kidnapped you and is using you against the police. he’s quick to arrive to the scene and enter inside the building, careful to not being noticed by the criminal pointing a gun to your head.

“please, lemme go!” you cry as you grip the criminal’s arm desperately, tears rushing down your warm cheeks. you can feel he is nervous, and that’s not good at all. he would probably shoot you if the police tries to come inside.

“they saw my face! i’m fucked! shit, i’m so fucked!” he screamed, shaking you and pushing the gun against your temple more harshly.

bakugo crawls on the ceiling, watching closely. he then quickly uses his web to disarm the man, immobilising him to the ground and then reach your shaking figure. “are you hurt?” he asks you, appearing in front of you.

“s-spider-man?” you raise your hands to touch his chest and shoulders to make sure he’s real and you’re not already dead or something. “yeah, it’s me. did he hurt you?” he sounds anxious, even though you seemed alright.

“uh i… yeah, i’m okay,” you check your figure and you don’t see any trace of blood or anything, then you raise your eyes to look at his masked face. “good. i gotta go now,” he hears the police starting to enter inside and he’s quick to rush through the back to exit the building.

“w-wait!” you turn and watch him, once his head turn to look at you you speak again. “thank you for saving me,” you smile at him. bakugo nods and then runs away, without being noticed by the police.

you couldn’t see it because of the mask, but katsuki smiled back at you.

spider-man!bakugo who feels good at the thought of being out there to protect you, to save you if needed. he has another reason to fight for his city.

spider-man!bakugo who bumped into you while running away from a scene after he succeeded in capturing the criminal. “careful, princess!” he shouts before running past you, before using his web to swing away. you feel your heart skipping a beat at the petname.

spider-man!bakugo who’s constantly debating about telling you his true identity, hoping that it would provide him at least a chance to be with you but also remember that it would put you in danger.

spider-man!bakugo who one night jumped into your window, falling on the floor and hitting your desk. you scream as you jump to your feet, scanning the figure lying on your floor… bleeding.

“oh my god… can you… hey!” you kneel beside him, checking the side of his stomach bleeding. you were about to remove his mask, as a way to help him breathing better but he’s quick to grab your wrist, almost scaring you. “don’t.”

you gulp and simply get up, reaching the bathroom and looking for a first aid kit. then you rush back into your room to medicate him. “what happened?” you ask as you start working on the injury. “i got shot, but the bullet passed through so it’s fine,” his voice is strained and visibly in pain but he doesn’t flinch as you medicate him. “it’s fine?! it seems like you’re bleeding to death!”

bakugo’s eyes search for your face and notices you’re actually worried about him. once you’re done you help him to your bed, helping him lying comfortably enough. you were lucky your parents weren’t home that night.

“i’m sorry,” he then speaks as you go back to your desk. “ah? sorry for what?” you turn your head for a moment, seeing spider-man lying in your bed was truly a sight. “coming to you, entering out of nowhere.”

you shake your head and then try to focus on the rest of your homework. you can feel him stare at your figure and it distracts you a bit, so you sigh and close your books a bit too loudly as you cringe. you get up and go check on him again, when you try to remove his mask once more he flinches away, stopping you.

“i need to check if you have a fever,” you explain, staring down at him. “i’m totally fine,” he shrugs and tries to sound convincing enough. “sorry, but i don’t really trust the word of a masked vigilante with a very bad injury lying in my bed.”

“i can lie on the floor if you prefer,” he tries to joke before grabbing your wrists as you try again. “okay, listen… you take it off while i keep my eyes closed and then i touch your forehead, what about it?” you try, just wanting to make sure he doesn’t have any infection from the injury. he seems to be thinking about before giving up. “hm.”

you close your eyes and wait for him to take the mask off, then you feel him guiding your hand to his forehead. you sigh in relief as you confirm that he’s alright. you retrieve your hand and wait for a couple of moments. “can i open my eyes now?” you ask him, a bit uncomfortable now that you couldn’t see what he was up to. “not yet.”

his voice is much closer than before and you then feel his breath fanning over you cheek. you shiver as his hand reached for your face and cupped your cheek. your heart starts beating so fast it almost jumps out of your chest before he leans closer and kisses your lips, the kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and lies back down, his face now fully covered.

you open your eyes and glance at him before turning around, trying to hide the embarrassment and the excitement. bakugo smirks from under the mask before closing his eyes, satisfied with his actions.

spider-man!bakugo who notices you’re trying to find out the real identity of spider-man, trying to see if it’s someone from your school. he’s sure you will never find out, he acts completely different when he’s spider-man. his secret is safe . . . right?

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steddiealltheway · 9 months

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Part Five of Six of Meddling ;) Part One. Two. Three. Four. Ao3 Link.

The whole ride home, Steve holds Eddie’s hand and keeps muffling his laughter whenever Eddie catches him staring. They’re definitely not acting their age, but love does crazy things to Steve.

He eventually gets a bit distracted when they all start arguing about what movie they should watch that night. They settle on letting whoever plays the most convincing part in the trail run dinner pick the movie.

When they get to the parking lot, Robin and Nancy tell them to go up first, so they can pretend that Robin is going downstairs to get Veronica and bring her up.

Steve races up the stairs with Eddie and shouts, “I vote they walk in on us making out!”

Eddie cackles.

Honestly, Steve doesn’t want to pick the movie, but he is going to pretend as hard as he can that he wants to.

He drops his keys twice in excitement, and Eddie ends up picking them up, saying, “Let me do it.” Which results in way more time lost until Steve finally points out the right key and they get in the door.

Eddie looks back at it and asks, “Steve, do you remember anyone locking that?”

He doesn’t. He glances around and sees that everything is fine and in place and shrugs. “Not important,” Steve declares. “Kiss me.”

Eddie laughs and fulfills Steve’s request. Laughing as they clumsily make their way to the couch while refusing to keep their lips off each other to scar Robin and Nancy forever for making them go through with this plan.

Before they can appear in a terribly compromising position, the door swings open.

“Oh, gross! This is not how I wanted you to meet my girlfriend,” Robin shrieks.

Nancy glances at her in confusion. “We’re not actually doing this right now, right?”

Strike one for Wheeler. No more movie choice privileges.

Eddie gets up from the couch and slings his arm around Steve to drag him to the door. He holds his hand out to Nancy. “Eddie Munson, Steve’s wonderful boyfriend you’ve heard all about.”

Nancy shakes his hand and turns to Steve. “And you must be Steve.”

Steve just smiles and nods, trying not to show how damn weird this all feels. It’s like he entered some sort of improv club or something. Now that he thinks about it... Robin and Eddie both did theatre in high school...

Steve raises his hands to make a “T” shape. “Time out,” he calls. “I-I forgot to change into the sweater-”

“Which is non-negotiable,” Eddie interjects with a smile.

“Why don’t we just move to the table and have Nancy drill us with questions next? I really don’t want to act out all these introductions to the point that we start miming eating food or something.”

Robin crosses her arms and glares at Steve. “Fine, but I’m adding a tally to revoke movie picking privileges!”

Steve waves her off as he hurries to his room. He closes the door behind him and takes a second to breathe. Today has been... a lot. And it’s going to be a lot more when Steve finally sucks it up and drags Eddie to his room to talk about what’s going on between them.

First, he just has to go through the motions of being Eddie’s boyfriend. Which isn’t too hard. And definitely not something he dreads. But he wants the whole charade to be up so it can finally be real.

He tugs the sweater on, thankful that he left it on his bed when he realizes... he and Eddie didn’t change a single time they went out. In fact, their clothes are still in the trunk with their prizes.

Luckily, if this goes as well as Steve expects, they can take several new pictures on their real dates together to show Veronica. Or maybe she’ll overlook that they happened to wear the same outfits to the fair and lunch out.

Either way, he’s going to be happy to show off his boyfriend to someone, so much so that he almost looks forward to meeting her now.

There’s a knock on his door.

Steve opens it quickly and smiles at Eddie on the other side. But his smile fades quickly when he sees the look on Eddie’s face. “Everything okay?” Steve asks tentatively. What could’ve happened in the small amount of time he was gone?

Eddie nods but doesn’t even look at him. Just hands him his phone and says, “I forgot I had this.”

“Thanks,” Steve says as he takes it and pockets it. He leans against his doorframe. “Seriously, Eddie, did something happen?”

Eddie looks at the ground and shakes his head. He looks Steve in the eye and gives him a tight smile. “Nah, man. Let’s just get this over with.”

Get this over with? Since when is Eddie so put out by the idea of fake dating him?

Steve follows Eddie to the table and puts an arm around him as they sit down, but Eddie tenses up. So, he moves his arm slightly back to rest on the chair instead. He tries to catch Eddie’s attention by staring at him, but he won’t spare Steve a single glance.

Nancy looks back and forth between the two and narrows her eyes, seeing something is off but not confronting it. “Are you two ready for the questions?” she asks.

Steve looks at Eddie who quickly nods, so he nods as well. They need to get this over with quickly so they can talk.

“Great. So, how did you two meet?”

“Steve, do you want to take this one?” Eddie asks, fidgeting with his rings.

“Yeah,” Steve replies without thought because he’d do anything for Eddie. He pauses to think a moment and smiles at the memory. “We met in a bar. I went because the girl I was with recommended it. But then, I saw Eddie performing during their open mic night, and I just couldn’t look away. I introduced myself to him as soon as I could, and we hit it off immediately. In fact, it wasn’t long before we both realized that we knew Dustin, our younger friend who had been trying to get me to meet Eddie for months before that moment. And it just all kind of felt like fate.”

Robin shares a look with Steve. He knows that she remembers the exact night that he had met Eddie because he had gushed about him as soon as he got home. Robin had confronted him about the obvious crush Steve had on him, but he brushed it off because he didn’t want Dustin to kill him. Plus, he hadn’t felt that way after meeting anyone for the first time before, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Dustin almost killed us when he found out we had met without him being there,” Eddie adds emotionless, still fidgeting with his rings while staring off into space. “We both called it fate so he couldn’t argue with us.”

“That’s sweet,” Nancy coos as if she’s actually hearing all of this for the first time which... maybe she is. Steve had only reconnected with her about two years ago, and after he introduced her to Robin, she just kind of stuck around. He’s not sure if anyone filled her in on how Eddie became a part of the original trio. “Now, tell me when you first knew you were in love.”

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie mutters and runs a hand over his face.

Steve puts a comforting hand on his thigh and takes the question again, hoping it’ll be the last one, “It hit me way later than it should’ve. I always knew it was there deep down, but then it randomly came out when I was talking to Robin.” He is not supposed to be telling the truth right now.

Eddie’s hand slides down to hit the table a little too harshly which causes everyone to jump. “Do you really want to know when I fell in love with Steve?” He leans forward on the table toward the girls as if he’s about to launch into a campaign with fantastical, unbelievable stories. And that’s exactly what Steve thinks when Eddie says, “For me, it was love at first sight.”

Steve swallows hard as he waits for the rest of the tale to come together.

“As soon as I saw him, I thought he was too good to be true. He was kind, hot, funny, and he noticed me. And no one’s really done that before. So, I thought, this is it, this is the one,” Eddie leans back and laughs. “Then then bimbo Barbie came into the picture, and I realized I wasn’t enough for him. But then, she was seemingly gone, and I fell even harder because Steve’s Steve, you know? And you can’t help but fall in love with him. But bam. Another girl pops up. Then a guy. And a girl, and a guy, and a guy, and a girl, and a they, and a them, and. Bam!”

Once again, everyone startles as Eddie slams his hands down on the table.

“There’s little ol’ me. Pining from afar knowing that my dreams of having Steve will never come true,” he finishes with a humorless laugh and throws out his arms. “So, there you have it. I’ve been in love with him for as long as I’ve known him.”

The room stays silent for a few moments.

Everything is wrong. Everything is off.

Eddie isn’t looking at him still, and Steve doesn’t know what he managed to do to mess things up already. This is why he never wanted to get involved. He didn’t want to end up in this.

“So, when did you two get together?” Robin questions this time, awkwardly breaking the tense silence.

“Two years ago,” Steve answers quietly.

And this is what really sets things off for Eddie. He stands up and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Robin, but I can’t do this.”

No one has time to respond before Eddie is already out the door.

Nancy and Robin turn to Steve with accusatory looks as soon as the door slams shut.

“I don’t know what I did!” Steve yells before they can accuse him of anything. “I don’t know what I did,” he says again as he puts his head in his hands.

What did he do?

“Steve, what did Eddie say to you earlier after you changed into the sweater? Everything seemed to shift after that,” Nancy says.

He digs in his memory. “I don’t know. He was in a weird mood as soon as I opened the door. He just handed me my phone and lied about being okay. Shit, I should’ve pulled him aside at literally any point today to-”

“Wait,” Robin says. Nancy and Steve both look at her as she pauses in thought. Steve’s about to tell her to just spit it out when she finally asks, “Steve, did you look at your phone when Eddie handed it to you?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t think so.”

Nancy’s face lights up in realization. “And you don’t have any of your notifications hidden, so Eddie may have seen something before he gave it to you.”

Oh, shit. Steve hurries to dig his phone out of his pocket and puts it flat on the table so everyone can see it. As soon as he taps the screen, they all see the problem.

Jordan

I miss you xoxo. Come over soon so you can help me break in the new mattress babylove ;)

Robin gags. “Who the hell uses babylove?”

Nancy shrugs. “I think it’s kinda cute.”

Steve ignores them as he runs a hand through his hair. This isn’t good. This really isn’t good. Shit, and they just had the conversation asking if they were seeing anyone, and Eddie probably thinks he lied to him. Shit.

“Who’s Jordan?” Robin asks suddenly.

Steve groans. “The girl I hooked up with three weeks ago.”

“The reason you kicked me out of the apartment??” Robin yells.

Steve groans again. This cannot be happening to him.

“Come on,” Nancy says with a laugh, “That whole situation is literally the reason we got together, babylove.”

Robin flushes red and says, “I can slightly see the appeal, but that’s only because this is very new and-”

“Wait, what?” Steve asks. What the hell is happening?

Robin gives him a really guilty look and bursts out, “I was trying to tell you earlier today at the fair! I’ve felt so bad about this whole plan and lying to you, but I didn’t want to tell you until Nancy and I put a label on things and-”

“So, who is Veronica?” Steve asks slowly.

Nancy answers hesitantly, “Someone we made up so we could go through with this plan of trying to get you and Eddie together. Honestly, we didn’t think things would blow up between you guys, and we certainly didn’t think we’d end up dating each other because of this.”

“You’re dating??” Steve asks, hearing the pitch and volume of his voice go up.

“Nancy asked me to be her girlfriend during lunch today. That’s why I was rambling so much in the car.”

It all hits Steve, and suddenly everything makes sense.

He puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath. “I’m really happy for you guys, but I’m just as equally pissed at you guys.”

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” Nancy replies with an apologetic smile.

“We’ll talk about all this later, but right now, I need to find Eddie. Do either of you know where the hell he could be?” Steve asks.

“His apartment?” Robin supplies.

Nancy shrugs then her eyes get wide. “Steve, you and Eddie share each other’s location right?”

“Yeah, why?” Steve asks. Nancy sighs and gestures to his phone. Oh. OH. “Nancy, you’re a genius, but I still hate you both.”

“Just go get your man,” Robin says with a laugh as she shoves him out the door.

“I’ll try!” Steve says.

And after all their meddling, he hopes that he’ll somehow still be able to.

Part six

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Protective Father

Patrick Bateman x Reader

Summary: Patrick was always extremely protective of you, you thought that was too much, then you gave birth.

A/N: This is a little follow-up to my headcanons, requested by a lovely person.

“I’d kill anyone who even dares to look at the two of you in a bad way.” he confessed one night as the two of you were on the couch, his hand on your stomach. You read a book as he spoke to your baby.

“Aww! Patrick, thank you.” you fully knew he was serious but there was a spark in his eyes that you loved and so you kissed him.

When your son learned how to walk is when the real struggle began for Patrick.

He was on the heels of the baby all the time, even protecting him from flies. Before he could walk, Patrick would carry him everywhere. Barely letting him go for a moment.

When your son learned how to run is when the ultimate struggle began for Patrick.

You try to tell him that it was OK, that your son is going to be fine, nothing can hurt him but you also know your husband and you knew that he was not going to stop just because you asked him nicely once.

So just as your little boy started to grow so did your husband's worries and slowly but surely he became overprotective.

There were times even when you were at the park just taking a simple walk letting your baby run and play around, one time, he fell off of a swing which worried Patrick so incredibly that you have never seen him panic more than that day. But the icing on the cake was that your son wasn't even hurt, he just cried a little because he got scared but he was perfectly fine he even got ice cream after it.

But you will never forget the panic in Patrick when he ran as fast as he could to his son to help him up.

Even if little Richard wasn't hurt, Patrick couldn't let it go, he wanted to be 100% sure his son wasn't hurt and that he had everything he needed.

You often saw this as spoiling him, you didn't want your son to become a brat, but you understood where Patrick was coming from, the little boy was too precious.

And this is exactly what you expected from Patrick Bateman himself.

A father who spoils their child.

You had your baby on your hip, he was super interested in you cooking dinner, so he was your little helper.

Although mostly he just asked for juice or to taste something, with Richard being five, you wanted to show him the world as much as possible. And he seemed to be very interested in cooking and baking.

You put him on the counter when you needed to cut something. You taught him not to touch anything on the oven, you taught him it would hurt and he was an intelligent little man, so he never even tried.

"What are you two doing?" asked Patrick behind you.

"Dinner." you said as you stirred the pot, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Patrick pulling your son just a bit further away from the stove. You wanted to roll your eyes but you only smiled as you looked at them. "I'm almost ready, can you set the table please?"

And surely they did. You turned off the stove when you heard your son whine.

"Richard, let me do it, you might hurt yourself." you heard Patrick before you pocked your head out and saw your son with the forks in his tiny hand, holding on for dear life.

"I wanna." he said and you wanted to laugh, but you also wanted to see how Patrick will handle this.

He let out a long sigh. "You will hurt yourself, let Daddy do this."

"No." he was just as stubborn as your husband. Tiny knuckles turning white as he held the forks as if his life depended on them.

"Okay, then let's do it together?" Patrick ended up offering since he knew he wouldn't get through to Richard.

You smiled at the cute scene as Patrick lifted his son and helped him, trying to teach him a little about where and how to place utensils, but all little Richie saw was the cute Mickey Mouse utensil set you bought him.

You wanted to laugh, no matter how stubborn your husband was, your son was the same if not worse.

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sinsandsweetness · 8 months

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BBY I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE THE BURB LINKED IN YOUR 1K CELEBRATION. THE ONE AB SUBBY DARYL?? i wrote that😩

also

💿for daryl and reader with motorcycle sex!

bby anon❤️

I loved it so much it’s in my daydream masterlist<3 I shoulda guessed it was u.

18+ under the cut

“Fuck,” your head snaps back from the grip he has on your hair. Fingers interlaced with your tresses, tugging you back towards him, forcing your head to turn and catch his mouth in a messy kiss. It’s perfect. Right there on the side of the road. The middle of nowhere. No one around to see you or hear you or interrupt you. Just you, Daryl and his motorcycle.

He has you bent over the handlebars. The end of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass. Grunts and groans falling from his mouth with each thrust. You’re both almost fully clothed, grabbing at the leather of each other's jackets in order to close the gap between you. Your jeans are bunched up at your knees and his belt buckle is hitting the backs of your thighs with every thrust.

“Can’t- mphm- can’t believe we haven’t done this before-” he says in between grunts, his lips tickling your ear as his hands make their way under your jacket, hands wrapping around your ribs as he forces you back onto his cock.

“Dare, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wait for me,”

“Can’t,” you whine. You can try. But you know you won’t last. Not with the pace he’s going and the previous two hours of teasing and edging from the vibration of the bike underneath you, heightening the whole experience.

“Please, baby. I'm close. Just, a little longer,” he pleads, kissing down your neck, trying to slow his pace for you, yet wanting to go faster for him. To catch up. You let out a moan in your struggle. Overwhelmed by the feeling of him always getting you there so effortlessly.

“Alright,” he grunts again, speeding up real good this time. Hard, fast thrusts, jolting you forward. Brushing your sweet spot like no one else ever could. “Let it out. Come for me sweetheart. Wanna hear you.”

“Oh god,” you let your moans come out. Knowing it’s exactly what he wants to hear. And while you think you’re being loud, you’re not even exaggerating. It’s just so liberating to finally be able to cry or scream if you want to. Unlike having to muffle your sounds into a pillow with the paper thin walls of the prison back home. “D- Daryl…” your voice trails off and you squeeze your eyes shut, core starting to shake against his grip as a wave of hot pleasure shoots through you. When his hips come to a halt and you’re both breathing heavy, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Catching his breath as he pulls out and situates himself. He slips his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them up and over your hips. Dampening immediately at the puddle of cum that’s starting to drool out of you. Swinging your legs around to stand, you help him to tug your jeans on before hopping on the back. Buckling up your belt before you try to get comfy.

“You’re dripping down my thigh, Dare.” You inform him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He doesn’t answer but you know he heard you. Biting back a proud little smile. He grabs the handlebars, straightening the front tire out as he kicks up the kickstand. One hand leaving the bars to reach around and give you two little love taps on your thigh.

“C’mon, let's get you home,”

He doesn’t realize it, and it would take a few months before you even tell him, but his comment makes you smile into his jacket; because to you, being right here with him and his bike, you’re already there.

#t’s 1k celebration #bby anon <3 #daryl dixon fanfiction #Daryl Dixon smut #Daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #Daryl daydreams #daryl imagines

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hyunsvngs · 2 months

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content warning: fwb to lovers(?), sub masochist!hanjisung, switch!reader, hair pulling (m rec.), scratching (m rec.), brief bondage (m rec., holding down his wrists), dirty talk, degradation (m. rec) safeword mentioned but not used, calls reader Ma’am once, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GADIES AND LENTLEMEN), hannie is scared to open up :-(, this one kinda sucks LMAO sorry

“Wan’ you on top of me, please I’ll beg you!” He reaches out for you waist.

In moments like these, you remember that Jisung never used to be like this. As of last summer, you and him had broken the sexual tension after years of knowing each other. What started out as a mutual friendship, slowly blossomed into lingering glances along with undressing each other with your eyes, small drunken kisses while alone when out with friends, and flirty messages shared through out the day. To you, the flirty texts shared started to become real… not that you’d ever let him know what. Your heart skips a beat even just thinking about him, it’s been so hard to not think romantically when y’all keep each other company.

The first few times y’all had sex, it never felt natural for Jisung to take control of the situation- even you could tell. One night after a session, he let it slip over take out that he thinks he would thrive on the receiving end of most things y’all do in the bedroom. For the next hour and a half, it was communicated what he expected from being the submissive one. Concerns and questions were talked though and now here you are, after months of figuring out the dynamic- dealing with a noisy, greedy, Jisung.

“Hannie, shut up.” You snap at him. His arms fall to his sides, his body slumped against the headboard of your bed, small pout on his face. You’re kneeled to the left of him on the bed, his thighs in front of your knees.

“Sungie?” You place your left pointer finger in the middle of his sternum and drag it down slowly, fingernail somewhat digging into the skin of his stomach the further you go. The red trail that follows looks delicious against his honey skin.

“Yes ma’am?” His eyes find yours in almost record time, boba eyes shinning brightly.

“Tell me the safe word, baby.” You whisper as you give in and lift your body off your haunches and swing your left leg over Jisung’s hips, hands settling on his shoulders. When the back of your thighs meet the tops of his, he releases a shaky breath.

“You know I know, just lemme-“ His hands flies to your waist and he groans. But you know this is natural for him, his body making its arousal known between the open space of your thighs. He gets mouthy- this is too natural for Jisung, he forgets the rules so easily. That’s how you know this is how he’s meant to be.

Your right hand begins its ascend towards the back of his neck and through the roots of hair at the base, where you slowly make a fist- tugging hard. “Hands off of me. You fucking greedy brat, tell me the safe word or we’re not gonna take care of your little problem.” To emphasize your words, you grind down against him. Jisung’s touch disappears and he whimpers at the sudden movement.

“Red. Red! Oh my go-mmhph!” What better way to shut him up than with a kiss. A nice and slow kiss. Eyes closed, teeth nipping at lips, spit dripping down between you two. Moments pass and your hand shoves at his chest to push yourself away, gasping and panting among the two of you- your own head starting to become fuzzy. You know you’re wet, you can feel it yourself but when you begin to move off his lap, Jisung makes it well known that he can see it too.

“Holy- you’re so wet baby,” he starts, quickly looking away, “I’m gonna cum if I keep looking.” When you moved off of him, he caught a glimpse of your arousal in the form of a string connected to his cock- the spot where you were sitting now shiny.

It’s hard not to slip into your own submissive tendencies when he begins to talk like that, but you’ve gotten better at pulling yourself out for his sake. “I’m gonna ride you okay, Hannie? You want that? Gotta lay down for me.”

He knows what to do, lay down on the bed completely and let his body relax so you can take control. Head turned to his left and following your movements as you approach and take the same position as before. He thinks you look absolutely ethereal like this; ready to defile him.

Lately, he’s become sentimental when it comes to you. His heart jumps up into his throat when he receives messages from you asking about his day, even texts asking what he was doing later that night- anyone can guess what that means, and messages alike. The conversations had before and after “hangouts”, the meals shared during actual hangouts, the looks he gives you that go unnoticed (or so he thinks). You’re the most beautiful, kind, and genuine soul he’s ever met- if this is all he can have of you, he’d be dumb not to take it.

Your left leg swings over his hips and you sit your weight on him, and he keens at the skin-on-skin contact. Your hands grab for his wrists that he left at his sides, and pull them up towards the headboard. His biceps are slightly flexed in this position, his hands now by his head. Your eyes glance over his face just to admire his features- his lidded eyes, his pouty pink lips and his perfect nose. He looks so debauched but perfect. Your heart starts to race and now you can tell that he can tell that you’re staring at him. He’s waiting.

“Gonna let me use your cock, Hannie?” You question, head slightly tilted to the left. He’s never nodded so eagerly, his eyes lidded with lust.

You release his right wrist and reach behind for his cock. He jumps at the sudden touch, but pants when you nudge the head at your entrance. Jisung gasps loudly as you lower your hips over his, cock bullying its way through your pussy. Moans escape your mouth when you sit all the way down- his cock head nudging your cervix. Jisung’s mouth holds the ‘o’ shape so perfectly.

“Shhhh baby, just let me take it.” You console him. He feels so good- goosebumps risen on his arms, cock already dripping inside of you. You’ve started a slow pace, getting used to the angle. Every time you come down, Hannie just can’t help but whimper. He’s losing it, you think. Eyes crossing and uncrossing, he even starts talking but cuts himself off with a gasp or moan each time.

“Hannie, you sounds like a disgusting whore right now.” Your hands find themselves on his chest, placing your weight onto the muscle so you can speed up. “Don’t forget to keep your hands to yourself too.” You’re becoming breathless, thighs straining but you wanna give him all you got. He deserves that. He deserves anything and everything he wants. You wish he would want you too. You can dream.

“I w-I will! Come on baby! Please- Ride my cock baby, take it! It’s yours! All yours!” He’s talking so fast you’re sure he isn’t even aware what he’s saying. You lean forward and grip his face with your left hand , thumb and other fingers placed on opposite cheeks, pinching towards the middle. You hear the fainted whisper of ‘I love you’ fall from between his lips. Apart of you wants to stop and ask him what he means, if what he just said is true. But he’s too far gone and that conversation can wait until the endorphins die down.

“You gonna let me take it, Hannie? Just wanna be my little fucktoy, huh?” You begin to dig your nails into his face, and he moans loudly. Your bouncing ceased, and you bring your other hand from the middle of his chest and drag it over to his right nipple and pinch. You mimic his gasp. One more bounce from you, and he’s begging.

“Oh fuck! I think I’m gonna cum! Can I cum? Please let me cum this time! fuckfuckfuck I can’t hold it!” His eyes can’t help but cross again.

“Cum for me baby,” You say lovingly, “want a little more pain?” Your right hand falls to his stomach and you drag all of your nails from the top of his toned stomach, to just below his navel. As soon as you lift your hand to repeat your actions, your pussy flutters in time with his cum spurting out and filling you up. His body twitches with each ripple of his orgasm.

“That’s it Hannie.. give me your cum. What a good boy!” You grind on his lap to let him ride out his orgasm.

Not long after, he convinces you to ride his face to get rid of the pressure between your legs. He never had an issue with eating his cum out of you, just another degrading task he gets off on. After your chance at pure white hot bliss, you bring up his senseless babbling while eating pizza.

“Sungie, I have a question.” You start, then take a bite of pizza. He looks to you and watches you chew. After gulping, you continue. “Are you aware of what you say when we have sex? Like are you going off of pure adrenaline and endorphins, or are you saying what you want to say?” You put the slice you were holding onto a plate.

“Uh- I mean. Yes and no? Most of the time I’m intentionally saying things, but I wouldn’t doubt it if I said something I don’t recall.” Jisung’s looks away. He knows he’s setting this up, he knows exactly why you’re asking and he can’t believe he slipped up this bad. He can expect to never hear from you again, especially when he sees you slowly nodding your head. You’re soaking in this information and applying it to what you know, he figures. He’s fucked.

“Jisung?” You look down at your hands, which are now folded in your lap. He hums. “Did you mean it?” There it is.. the million dollar question, he thinks. You resume, “That it’s mine? All mine? That you love me?” He can’t look you in the eyes, he just can’t.

Eyes are the window to the soul, and he would spill everything to you if he did just that. All of his secrets, his guilty pleasures, his likes and dislikes, his passions, his values and morals, his mistakes and regrets, his fears. While you know a lot of things, knowing all of the things that make Jisung, Jisung would be crossing a line. A line he wouldn’t mind distorting or even dissolving nonetheless.

“I’ll take a leap of faith and be honest with you, Hannie. If that’s what you need.” You shift your body towards him on the couch, hands splaying out on top of your thighs. “I love you Han Jisung, and I have for a while. I’m sorry if I misun-“ Lips softly tangle with yours and you can feel his hand cupping your cheek, he’s taking initiative by tilting his head to deepen the kiss. A moment passes, and he leans back.

“I love you. I love you so much. iloveyouiloveyou-“ he whispers as he leans in one last time before settling in for the night.

agggggain the end is rushed :P don’t expect anything else from me BUT YAYAY i’ve been sitting on this for a few days and tbh i don’t really like it ;( I’ve changed many MANY things about it but idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is how i know I’m not a writer. anywhooooo thanks for reading babe <3 ALSSOOOO THOSE HAN PICS FROM BUBBLE?????? OH LORD

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HAVE U GOT A BLOG. BAVE U GOT A BLGO

#juno’s asks ♡#✖️ anon 💌#asks: jisung

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slutt4ellie · 2 months

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Sacred Hearts Entwined

PT2 Faithful Whispers

Ellie Williams x Reader

Part 1 -> ✞

Part 3 -> ✞

What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your best friend.?

Summery: Ellie was supposed to be a friend, are the feelings that are corrupting you worth it? Why did you kiss her, why even risk it. Now you’re going to lose her.

Warnings -> A lot of Homophobia / arraigned marriage/ angst / Controlling parents / d slur is mentioned! / (lmk if I missed anything else!)

Tag list: @a-little-bit-of-everybody @bready101 @lenaloveslesbians

WC: 3.8k

(Not proofread)

(Ellie)

My mouth tastes like iron and everything is numb, it went from pure lust to rage and anger in a matter of seconds. I just keep thinking, “Could I have prevented it?”. Should I have pushed her back as soon as our lips met, tell her this is wrong, everything that my parents would have strongly preferred. Am I the one who fucked up in the end…? It’s not like it matters anyway, I can still hear the muffled yells coming from downstairs, he's arguing with my mom, she's against the boarding school idea, she believes I was corrupted or something, she fully believes they can fix me, no correction system needed. My dad on the other hand wants me gone, he can’t even bear to look me in my eyes. I’m like some foreign alien that just snuck inside our house and took its place as me, I know for a fact as of now he wishes he could just find the “Real me”.

(30 minutes previously)

As I heard the door swing open I quickly pushed Ellie back, wiping my lips, my eyes now meeting with her father. Shit. I step back looking at him wondering if he even saw us. He quickly talks, his voice strained, filled with anger “What were you guys doing?” Ellie looks at me, her eyes already filled with tears, all I wanted to really do was just hug her, he quickly yells “I SAID WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING!” I just shake my head and spit out “Nothing!” My voice is filled with nervousness and it feels like I just embarrassed myself. “I should have known, you guys were always too close, having sleepovers and sleeping in the same bed!” Ellie just spits out wiping her own tears “There’s nothing going on dad! We’re friends!” Then his attention fully shifts to me, he steps closer to the point where I need to step back in order to not make any contact. It’s like something just shifts, like he figured the “truth”.

“All those sleepovers, were you guys-” I almost immediately shut down what he was about to say, my voice now more stable. “No!” And as I finish my sentence he grabs my collar which makes tears instantly form in my eyes. “You ruined her. Ellie wasn’t like this before you.” I hated that argument, we met at six, nothing was even there, none of those feelings were even formed until almost 9 years later. It was bullshit, and for some stupid reason I spit that out “Thats fucking bullshit!”. I covered my mouth right after finishing the sentence, I just dug my own grave and that realization was becoming apparent. His grip on my collar tighten and he gets uncomfortably close to my face “You’re a fucking dyke, and you had to drag Ellie into that.” I can see Ellie step forward, her head peeking over his shoulder, tears still streaming down her face as her eyes get puffy and red “Dad let her go! Please” I can’t help but feel like I ruined Ellies life, I was the one who leaned in and kissed her and now- now we're both going to be sent away.

Unlucky for me Ellie's dad doesn't even pay attention to anything she's saying all his attention is fully focused on me “You’ll never see her again.” The way he says it sticks to the back of mind, because I know it's true, the chances of me and Ellie ever even being friends again is most likely over. So now I start crying. It feels like I just lost everything in less than an hour. Ellie grabs him and attempts to pull him back, but as soon as she even lays a finger on her he turns around slapping her with no hesitation.

Ellies nose starts bleeding and her cheek glows red, and once his attention isn't on me and his grip is loose I run over to Ellie as she cuffs her nose. I quickly rolled up my sleeve to wipe the blood from her nose. I talk stuttering over every word “fuck- are- Ellie are yo- are you okay?” I’m now starting to hyperventilate on the brink of a panic attack but Ellie just nods fast. Ellie’s dad immediately rushes over to us, and no not to help Ellie, he rushes over to grab me by the back of my shirt to pull me away from Ellie. “LEAVE” He yells at me, but this time I don’t budge, Ellie is still fucking bleeding and all his attention is still focused on me, he won’t even look at Ellie.

I push him back literally just trying to make sure Ellie is okay but before I even can, she spits out “Just leave..” her voice is quivering and cracking, I can tell she just doesn’t want me to get hurt. So I finally stepped back. I can tell just by the way she's looking at me this is goodbye, at least for a while..

(Present)

I get home and just by the way my parents are watching me I can tell Ellie's parents called them, I assumed they would, at the end of the day as soon as we got caught kissing I knew everything was fucked. “You and Ellie, you’re fucking sneaking around dating” My dad says stepping closer to me, my energy just completely gone and I sigh tiredly not being able to take this outdated homophobic shit. “Me and Ellie are frie-” My mom talks fast, not even allowing me to finish my sentence “YOU WERE KISSING HER, YOU. SNUCK. OUT.” She yells at me standing beside my dad, I can’t even defend myself. What do I even say “We were hugging!” I can’t do anything in this situation. My dad talks again “Pack your bags, we’re leaving in the morning” as my dad finishes my sentence I start tearing up once again. “Where am I even going!?” I yell at them, my respect is now gone, there’s zero point if I'm being sent away. Instead of answering my dad holds out his hand, his palm laying flat. “Phone” I look at him “What?” he now yells “PHONE” I pull it out of my pocket throwing it in his hand before going up the stairs quickly before slamming the door shut.

I open my closet finding the box with all the stuff I don't want my parents EVER finding, pods, weed, vapes, etc. The one thing that was genuinely the most important thing was my pink Ipod touch mini from when I was 8. I always had it in case I got grounded and wanted to talk to friends, the good thing was I knew Ellie had one too, a blue one she got to match me, so for that reason as soon as I unlock it, I disregard everything else and just start texting her.

You

4:17 - Ellie, are you good??

4:18 - Pls answer

Ellie

4:19 - Parents r arguing, i think i'm gonna go to a boarding school

You

4:19 - I’m being sent away

Ellie

4:20 - What?!

4:20 - Where??

You

4:20 - idfk they won't even tell me

4:21 - im so fucking sorry

Ellie

4:21 - why are you even sorry??

You

4:22 - because i started the whole thing

4:22 - If i didn’t kiss u we would be fine rn

Ellie

4:23 - dont fucking talk like that

4:23 - if u didn’t kiss me then i would have been overthinking everything rn

You

4:24 - well we’d still be able to hang out

Ellie

4:24 - well we can figure it out?

You

4:26 - Ellie I don't even know where the boarding school is

4:26 - chances r no service, and i wont be able to bring my phone theyre definitely gonna search my suitcase

Ellie

4:26 - then we’ll send fucking letters idfk

You

4:27 - send letters w no address?

Ellie

4:27 - js stop??

4:27 - we’ll figure something out dude???

You

4:29 - Ellie..

Ellie

4:29 - stop

4:29 - dont fucking add “…”

4:29 were gna be fine?

You

4:30 - u know love you

Ellie

4:30 - i know that

4:30 - i dont wanna lose u

You

4:31 - It’ll be alright, we’ll meet each other again and it will be fine

4:32 - promise.

Ellie

4:32 - I love you

Once you see that final message the gravity of the situation becomes way more tense, the last time you saw Ellie she was bleeding from her nose crying . You start packing your bags wiping tears trying to silently cry, not wanting your parents to come in. You caused this whole situation, you knew you did. If you never called her that word, you would have never snuck out, you wouldn't have kissed her, her dad wouldn’t have caught you, and chances are everything would be “perfect” at least to a degree..all you could do is stare around your room now just realizing how half of your room was covered in her

And not pictures, just resonances are her, pictures she drew of you, stuffed animals she bought, clothes you stole that still have her scent on it, everything around you had Ellie in it, she made you who you are. And as you look around your room, your eyes land on that polaroid picture. The picture was of you two, the sunset in the back and you’re just both smiling shoulder to shoulder.

(Summer, 15 years old)

The wind was blowing on your skin as your hair flew all around the back of your neck, Ellie was in front of you riding on her bike “Come on we're gonna miss it'' She yells trying to usher you to bike faster “The sun won’t set that fast relax!” You groan trying to push faster. “I don’t care! We’re going to miss it so push fucking faster!” She pushes faster than you so you now have to try and match her pace. “Holy shit! Can you slow down” She shakes her head and just goes faster until you guys finally make it. It’s actually really beautiful, the sun setting reflecting off the water as the pink sky illuminates all their surroundings. “Shit..” You sigh fully out of breath and Ellie just smiles at you barely watching the sunset, then you finally turn to look at her “I did not bike all the way here for you to stare at me Ellie” Her whole face turns red and she looks away “I’m not even looking at you, I just think you look gross when you’re all sweaty” The words were

slightly harsh but you try to laugh it off “Ha ha, when did you become such a comedian!” Ellie looks back at you “Oh fuck off” You smile and walk closer to the water “Wait- what are you doing??” she says looking at you quickly running up beside you “Well you said I look sweaty so i'm going to go into the water?” Ellie sorta nods at the response “Well we don’t have bathing suits” You smile at the response “Okay?” You say taking off your shirt leaving you in just a bra. Ellie quickly turns around not looking at you. “I-uh, people” Ellie says and you just shrug “No one comes here like ever, it’s backroads?” You take off your jeans throwing them on the sand and shortly after Ellie then does the same as you not turning around since it’s awkward. “Are you looking?” Ellie asks nervously unbuttoning her own jeans “Oh yeah, hardcore staring actually!” You joke not even batting an eye towards her.

Ellie walks into the water immediately saying “Holy shit! Dude its so fucking cold!!” You laugh and impulsively splash her, getting her whole face wet. “Fuck you!” Ellie laughs jumping forward in the water taking you down with her getting you and her both fully soaked “Stop!” You laugh trying to tackle her in the water when you grab her shoulders and you both just stop trying to fight, only focusing on each other. It’s filled with silence, not awkward silence though, just the sound of the waves splashing against the shore and the breathing coming from both of your mouths..neither of you even broken eye contact..

You move your hand on her face moving a loose strand of hair out of Ellie's eyes, her whole face turns red just by the touch of you plus the intense eye contact doesn’t help. Ellie slightly leans in, not enough for it to be deemed weird but enough so now your faces are closer. You basically naturally do the same, so now at this point you're just mere inches from each other's lips. The moment comes to a short end though when a loud honking comes from the street causing you to both flinch back. The honk leads you to talk to fill the now awkward silence “We should head back, suns basically down” You smile backing away from Ellie moving your hands off her shoulder, Ellie just nods not speaking. You didn’t know it but Ellie felt like a complete idiot that day, she just simply wished she leaned in closing the gap between your lips..

(Present)

You just fully start crying all over the polaroid, the memories flood back and you start to wonder why you guys didn’t just kiss. Let alone act like it happened, even though you guys didn’t talk about that moment you both had a mutual understanding that it would be weird to talk about it again? There was no point. You were always so dumb with your feelings, that's why it took so unbelievably long to finally start to accept that maybe you don’t think of Ellie as just some friend. Your mind is rightfully scattered and you start to think things like “If we kissed then would everything be different right now?” “Would we be together?”. You quickly shut down those thoughts, it’s not what matters right now, you don’t have a time machine and you can’t go back, plus right now you’re way too focused on the fact you have to somehow keep in contact with Ellie you guys talked almost everyday and now there’s a chance that there might be a forever absence of her presence..what are you even supposed to do?

Pack up the 10 years of friendship. Find a guy to marry just to get your parents approval, it’s not fair that way. You can’t just lose her..So found your mind was wondering the whole night thinking

of ways you could be together until you ultimately fell asleep, praying to wake up in an alternate universe where Ellie is holding you, a world where it’s just you and her.

You wake up feeling groggy and out of place, the sun shining on you through the sheer curtains hitting right on your left eyeball. You groan and sit up not even having a minute of peace before your mom comes into your room, not even knocking. “Get dressed, the taxi is going to be here in 20 minutes” You look at her, reality finally setting again. “Where am I going..?” You try again, looking at her when she finally answers “Boarding school in Europe.” Your heart immediately sinks..”Europe?” Your voice shakes, you make eye contact with her, you want your mom to see how this is hurting you, the tears settling in your eyes. “It’s furthest away from here, so yes.” She looks at you, not an ounce of pity in her voice, she doesn’t care what you think, and there's nothing you can say to change her mind.

“All this because I kissed Ellie..?” It’s the first time you’re actually saying it out loud and you hate yourself because it feels so wrong, and it's not because you don’t like Ellie, or you completely regret kissing her, it’s because of the look your mom gave you after you finished the sentence. It’s a look that has disgust and utter disappointment lingering all throughout it. It made you feel like you're some monster, who just wished death upon her or something. She replied her voice is still filled with disappointment. “There’s something wrong with you, and these people will fix you sweetie, I promise.” She takes a step forward and rubs your cheek yet you don’t hesitate to push her hand off. “Nothing is wrong with me!” Your mom steps back and looks at you trying to talk to you softly but realistically it was just some condescending tone that tried to convince you that you were in the wrong “Hun, Ellie and you, you guys are both sick, and it’s okay, once you both get help you’re going to understand where all of us are coming from.” You feel like you’re going to explode “Sick” she’s acting like this is some cold that will blow over and a fucking week.

“Can you get out.” You say no longer making eye contact with her, you can't bear to at this point. “What?” She says almost confused, probably thinking “I didn’t even do anything wrong”. So you talk again this time standing up “Well I need to get changed, so can you get out” You say looking at her. She just nods while walking out. You quickly get dressed and grab your suitcase, it hurts to know you won’t see this room for at least a year.

As you're walking downstairs your dad doesn't even look at you, he just holds open the door and grabs your suitcase, throwing it into the taxi. You look at both of your parents, your mom gives you a hug but you're pity so you obviously don’t hug back. Your dad will not even look at you, it’s like you’re a fucking disappointment in his eyes..

And as you get into your car and drive away, it can’t help but hurt leaving your childhood house, neighborhood, friends, but most importantly Ellie. All the memories would fade and be replaced with new ones. It all sucked, and what was worse was that you didn’t know it now but it would be 3 years till you went back.

I was sixteen then and now I'm nineteen. As soon as I saw “Welcome to Westborough” it almost felt eerie, my smile just instantly faded . “You okay?” My fiancé chuckles holding my hand. I quickly nod “Yeah of course” I give a simple smile. James. It was all my parents' idea. When you were 17 your parents came up with the golden Idea to get married. It would get you not so focused on her. So that's when that's where he came in. It was my moms friend's son. You’ve met him a few times. He was always nice but marrying him?! Marrying him felt so out of place. You didn’t even know him..so you just kept on denying him and it came to the point where my parents ended up forcing you, they said if you didn’t they would cut all contact, they would start telling your family the real reason why you went to Europe and you would end up losing everyone. So you agreed and at 18 he proposed and you two have been living in Europe for the time being. You felt like you just couldn’t go back to Westborough, too much has happened.

So when the ones who forced you out of Westborough wanted you to come back to have your wedding you were silently fuming. “Soo you’re going to show me your childhood home?” James asks, smiling lightly, kissing your neck. You just sorta smile “Guess so?” You say looking out the window as you guys pull up to your house with your parents already standing on the porch. You don't even want to get out, you know Ellie most definitely has her own life and it’s probably a low chance she still even lives here but everything about being back seems so scary.

You get out of the taxi and James goes to get your guy’s luggage as you walk up hugging your mom. You look at your dad and sorta smile, your guy's relationship has never been the same since the situation. You still believe he thinks of you as a completely different person. James walks up and shakes his hand “Hey son!” Your dad smiles at James. You walk into the house and James follows you “Where’s your room?” He smiles looking at you “Just upstairs i'll show you” He follows you upstairs walking in as he puts down your suitcase.

You look around yourself noticing they haven’t touched anything, it looks like your parents didn’t even go into your room once. James walks over to your desk noticing the polaroid flat on your desk, you turn over to look at him and he softly says “Who’s this?” You walk up to him looking at the polaroid of you and Ellie on the beach and you shrug. “Just an old friend” He looks at her “Were you two close?” You sorta hate yourself for what you're about to say “No not really, just friends for a few months.” You only say this simply because you don’t wanna say why you never told him about a friendship that lasted 10 years, it would be too much for him..and you..

It shortly faded into the night, James and your dad went out to bond or something? You don’t even really know they just said that they’re heading out for a little. You look at your watch rubbing your eyes while yawning “10:47pm” you mumble under your breath standing up..As you walk outside of your room you hear the tv going off from the first floor so you quietly go downstairs to see your mom passed out on the couch.

It sucks because you feel like you should hate her. Your whole life has constantly been controlled by your parents, they sent you away at 16 because you were “sick”. You just try to remind yourself her parents probably made her like this, so you grab a blanket and put it on your mom. You sigh walking to the front door and start putting on your jacket, you just need to walk. So that's what you do for the next 10 minutes until you make it into town, stuff has stayed the exact same, which works out in your favor because you know where the closet bar is! You open the door and there's only like 5 people in now 6 including you..And as you look over at the front bar you notice the bartender isn’t even there, you sorta just groan but reluctantly walk over and sit down. You're just looking down at the bar table when you hear the kitchen door open and a girl says “Sorry to keep you wait-” You wonder why she stopped so you decide to look up.

The girl is no other than Ellie..

A/N -> ts took so long for actually no reason 😭

again there will probably be another part since it ends on a cliffhanger, just lmk if u wanna be in the tag list and i’ll add u!!

I will also probably be making another story, i have a rough draft for it right now but i don’t rlly no what to do with the plot, that story will again also most likely have more then one part!

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onestepbackwards · 10 months

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Y'know, I'm curious. I know you've been doing a lot of self aware Pokémon HCs, so something I wanna know is if you've ever done Self Aware N before. This isn't a request by any means, but just being curious if you've ever written our beloved christmas tree being self aware at all.

N: So... you're telling me that on top of my entire life being a lie in regards to my father and his team's beliefs, it's also completely fake and my entire purpose in this sick game is to entertain you? Is that it?

Player: ...Yeah pretty much, but I love you💕

N: ...

N: Well shit. If the almighty says they love me, who am I not to love them back?

Poor boy would be CLINGING to the only "real" person in his life after that

N would be such an interesting character to be self aware! I dont think I’ve written him self aware?? But 👀

He’s already dealing with so much, so suddenly being snapped to self awareness, or slowly becoming aware, are things that could be quite a shock for him.

Whether he knows right away when you start a new game, or becomes so over a playthrough, its such an interesting thing.

Imagine he goes through everything in the story of Black and White

How he grows and learns, and how his relationship with the player character evilves until the end.

And then he wakes up. He’s in the castle again, and Ghestsis is back, as if nothing happened.

He tries to shake it off as some dream, only for his fears to almost choke him when he sees the player character again ‘for the first time.’

But he notices something. How their face is blank. Eyes empty.

He tries to ask what’s going on, but his feet are walking for him, and suddenly words are pouring from his mouth. Familiar words he said on his own last time. Now they feel forced from his throat.

And then he’s in a battle.

This time though, something is different.

Their pokemon are different. A different level, maybe a different gender, maybe a whole new team.

He fights, but his attention is elsewhere. He swears he sees something flicker behind Them. For a split moment, he swears he sees a screen, and a face.

“Ah… I hope I’m not too under-leveled for this challenge. I should have leveled up a bit more…”

He thinks that Hilbert/Hilda is speaking, but their mouth never moves. Its as if its coming from around him.

“Oh well. It will at least be a challenge this time! Battling N is always a treat.”

N feels sick. His hands are sweaty, and his pokemon, his friends, are so oddly quiet.

The battle is over in what feels like seconds. Before he can even ask what’s going ok, his feet are moving, and he’s talking once more.

Words he’s already spoken fall from his lips. No matter how he tries to stop them, he can’t.

He doesn’t believe this anymore! Why is this happening? Why can’t he stop? Move! Move. Move…!

And then he does. His feet move on their own, all the way back home. He can finally breathe again, but at what cost?

Until he figures out what is going on, he’s trapped in his own personal nightmare. Especially when Ghetsis swings by, acting so sickeningly sweet. His honey laced words that are secretly coated with venom.

How the lies fall from Ghetsis’ lips so easy, and N wonders how he fell for them in the first place.

But he can’t react. Not until he knows what’s going on.

But he does make one vital connection.

You.

Hilbert/Hilda.

Whoever, or whatever they are. He always ends up being forced back to them against his will. Forced to speak the lies he once believed.

And he hears Them. The voice. It always comes back, making commentary.

Yes… whatever madness is happening, they are the key, he is sure of it.

He may not believe it is a god at first, but if you do more playthroughs, he might be inclined to start doing so.

What else could rewind time, and make a new timeline for fun? Forcing people to forget, and relive it, just a little differently each time?

But you are always positive about him, despite the things he’d done. The things he’s being force to relive again and again.

Maybe you’re not as wicked as one might think when trapped in this madness. You don’t even seem aware he’s being forced to relive this.

Perhaps to you, you don’t believe anyone remembers? Is he just an anomaly?

What about Hilbert/Hilda? You seem to control them. He no longer sees them as the teenagers who were eager to oppose him.

They are just empty vessels for you. Something he doesn’t think he would have noticed naturally.

Its like theres a fog in his head. He thinks he remembers the teenager being so… animated. Alive.

But thinking on it? They never were.

They are just a puppet, and no one but him notices.

It’s scary. But he doesn’t think you realize this completely either. Despite this horror, you don’t seem malicious. In fact, you even seem enraged and annoyed on his behalf every time you meet.

He doesn’t understand it. Not yet. But he vows to figure it out.

#pokemon #pokemon N #N #n harmonia #self aware au #self aware pokemon #self aware N #zed.talks #ask #anon #long post #n x reader

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drewsbuzzcut · 11 months

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How It Started

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: angst, cussing, argument, mentions pregnancy and i think that’s all

“Is it positive?” The question dares to bring a wince to your face. It’s not that you don’t want another baby, but the timing isn’t exactly good. When is it ever?

You muster up all your courage to look at the pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom counter, and to look Mat in the eyes. You know he can read you like a book, so he must know how you’re feeling right now. You know he sees the way your hands fiddle with each other, the way your lip is stuck between your teeth, and how you can meet his eyes. You know he knows.

Taking a deep breath, you finally grab the daunting test and flip it around. You’re quick to exhale the breath you weren’t aware that you were holding, almost feeling guilty that you’re relieved.

“It’s negative,” you tell Mat, watching him like a hawk to see what emotions will flash across his face. He doesn’t look upset, just concerned which in return makes you concerned.

“If you aren’t pregnant, what’s up with the vomiting here and there and the mood-swings?”

“Well, I’m stressed with work, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you explain your reasoning as to why you might’ve been feeling sick and moody.

You throw the test away, walking towards Mat and reaching out for him. As soon as he’s up, his arms are around you. His strong arms hold you firmly, warming you to the touch. It’s one of your favorite places to be. You turn to face him, throwing your arms around his neck and pecking his lips repeatedly to bring out his cheeky smile. His hands rest on the small of your back, massaging out the tension in your muscles.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you: I got asked to do a photo shoot on some beach! I think I’ll be flying out at the end of this week,” you inform Mat, extremely excited about this shoot.

You watch the way his smile falls. Your own starts to falter. His eyes turn cold and his hold on you goes slack.

“What?” You question, not being able to take any negative reaction from him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asks cautiously.

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes looking anywhere but at him, trying to figure out why he isn’t excited for you like he usually is.

“Why wouldn’t it be? I’m excited for this shoot,” you mutter.

“We literally just thought you were pregnant. You have been throwing up and moody, and you said it is because of stress,” he points out.

Your face turns into a deep frown, eyes glaring at Mat.

“What does that have to do with this?” You can feel your annoyance taking over, but you try to keep your voice calm.

“You’re stressed, so why put more stress on yourself?” Mat exclaims.

“I can handle my stress, thank you. Why don’t you just say what you really want to say?” You snap a bit.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you need to take a break,” he suggests.

“Take a break? I would never ask for you to take a break, and your job is more demanding than mine!” You’re having a real hard time not getting angry.

“That’s not fair!”

You could just scream at him right now.

“No? You know the last time we had a conversation like this was because someone put it in your head, so c’mon tell me who is laying it on thick? Tell me who hates me so fucking much that they want to cause a riff between us?” You accuse even though you know you shouldn’t.

“You know I love you, but right now I fucking hate this conversation,” he says, voice full of venom it’s so shocking to you.

“No, it's not a conversation. It’s a disagreement that’s about to turn into a big ass fight!” You almost blurt out, face turning red and eyes starting to tear up.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so hellbent on being stubborn, we wouldn’t be fighting.”

The way he says it transports you back to one of the first fights you had as a couple. It’s like you’re a child he’s berating, and because of your 5 year age gap, you think he probably still sees you as that naïve girl.

“I’m sorry that I want to continue to do my job. What’s so wrong about my job, huh? You’ve never had a problem with it before, why now?” You ask dejectedly.

“You’re gone all the time! We have two kids who are still babies! They need you here!” He says as if you were clueless about how a child needs both their parents.

“Oh and they don’t need you here? The last time I checked, you’re gone a lot longer than I am, and that’s that I take them with me when you’re not available!” By now your veins are popping out and your face is even more red.

“I told you we should think of a nanny,” Mat says quietly, almost as if he knew he shouldn’t say it.

“MAT! you’re unbelievable. I’m capable of taking care of my own damn kids. I’ve been doing pretty well for the last few years, so I don’t need a nanny,” you scream at him, all composure being thrown out the window. You watch the way he flinches, not expecting you to yell.

You both sit in the thick tension, letting it strangle you until there’s nothing left to do. Your eyes are glued on Mat, silently pleading him to take back his nanny comment and reassure you.

Nothing comes out of his mouth. His eyes won’t even look your way. The longer the silence settles, the more it starts to become clear that he believes your family will be better off with a nanny. He doesn’t think you can do it.

“Since you can’t seem to get it through your head that I don’t need to take a break, maybe we’re the ones that should be taking breaks, from each other. Maybe then you’ll see just how much you miss out. Maybe then you’ll realize that I can take care of my OWN kids,” you say, fighting through your tears.

He’s dumbfounded, staying quiet, but he eventually agrees because he’s already pushing you away and he doesn’t want to lose you completely. If he gives you what you want, then maybe you’ll be forgiving when the dust settles.

“Fine.” It’s stoic, but at least he said something.

“During this time we should figure out if we want to carry on with our marriage,” you mutter before turning to walk away, not getting a glance at his crestfallen expression.

As the night goes on, you and Mat move around each other, like asteroids constantly avoiding collision. The only time you say a word to him is to let him know that you’re taking the boys to your Hamptons house, and that you’d be staying there for a while. You initially think that he will try to stop you from leaving, but he just nods in understanding. It hurts.

Once everything is packed in your vehicle, Mat is gracious to help buckle Nolan and Angel in, making sure to give them extra kisses.

“So this is a breakup right?” Mat asks when you take the driver’s seat.

Please say no. Mat thinks to himself, knowing a break and breakup are two different things.

Oh, you think, not expecting him to want to break up.

What will this mean for your kids, your marriage? Will you have to eventually file for divorce?

“Yes, this is a breakup,” you whisper, gaze down and voice broken. You look up into the rear view mirror, checking on the boys and ultimately feeling guilty for how their lives are going to change.

You see Mat nod his head once again. Anger flows through you, replacing the blood in your veins. You’re upset that everything is getting ruined, so you look at Mat and say the one thing you thought you’d never say in a million years, “I hate you.” It’s tearful and false, but you know it’ll hit him where it hurts. You know it’s extremely childish. You start the car, not daring to spare a glance at him again, knowing you’d fall apart if you saw the sadness on his face.

It kills you to leave behind one of the biggest pieces of your heart. You can only hope that you’re doing what’s best for everyone.

a/n: So… yeah let the angst begin. This takes place before the two ig edits I recently posted. I hope you all enjoy.

Taglist: @literatureluster

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal angst #mat barzal smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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Amnesiac III (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, dub-con kissing, violence, public sex, memory loss, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

“You gotta stop being so tense,” Rafe teased, and you thought to yourself that it was easier said than done. “…cause when you swing your arms…”

Rafe stood behind you, hands on yours as he forced you to do just that. You watched as the golf ball soared, the sun almost blinding you from keeping an eye on it.

“You want the rest of your body to follow suit.”

“I’m pretty good,” you said, feeling surprised at that. “Was I always that good?”

Rafe snorted to himself when you turned around to face him, and you watched him adjust the cap on his head.

“Golf was never really your thing,” he told you, and you tilted your head. “Despite how much I tried to get you into it.”

He was frowning slightly as he said that, and you chuckled.

You were getting more comfortable around Rafe, much to your relief. You had started to worry that it would take ages to get used to your boyfriend again, but Rafe made it easy. He was so sweet to you and patient beyond belief. It didn’t hurt that he gazed at you like he’d take a bullet for you either.

Rafe was just so intense when it came to you that it was impossible for it not to rub off. He was always double checking to make sure you were okay, asking about your memories and your head, always touching you in some way. He was always just…there, and it seemed like you really had no choice but to get more comfortable around him.

You wondered if it was always this way. Were you just as intense before the accident? Were you just as in love and obsessed with him? It didn’t seem possible, but the more time you spent with him, the more you could see that it might be.

“I guess surfing was more my thing…”

It grew quiet between you at that, and you knew why.

Neither of you had mentioned the accident since that night when you had your first major recollection. It had shaken you, the intensity of it, and Rafe was more than happy to sleep next to you however many nights you asked. The thought of that night had you looking towards the grass, and you swallowed.

You had gotten into an argument with Rafe not long before you went into the water.

At least, that was the feeling you got. The feelings of regret and sadness and anger had washed over you just like that water had, and you had the faintest memory of staring at his back as he stormed away, the evening sun setting on his blond hair. You didn’t know what the argument was about, and even though you expressed a desire to know, Rafe had assured you that it was so insignificant, he’d forgotten about it the moment he pulled you from the water.

Rafe’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Topper’s having a little get together later. I told him that we’d drop by.”

You looked at him at that, shielding your face from the sun.

“If you want to,” he added, although you could see in his face how much he wanted to.

“That’s…fine,” you told him. “I do want to get to know your friends more too.”

You said that, but it wasn’t entirely true. Rafe’s friends were great and all, but your real interest lay with your friends. Or former friends. You weren’t entirely sure. Sarah had spoken about them like you were as thick as thieves before the accident while Rafe spoke about them like they were a thing of the past. You wondered which was true, if you had told Rafe something that you didn’t tell Sarah. He was your boyfriend, so the possibility was there.

However, you hadn’t really been given the chance to find out.

The day that everyone had come by, you and Rafe had been in Charleston. You had completely forgotten about it when you accepted his suggestion the night before, mind going a mile a minute due to your nightmare. When you remembered, you had felt so bad and guilty, begging Rafe to go back immediately. You’d been in the middle of dinner, and he’d placated you, calming you down as he assured you he’d talk to Sarah and apologize on your behalf.

You preferred to do it in person, but by the time you got back, Sarah wasn’t home. She’d been gone by the time you woke up the next morning too, and that had been weeks ago. It was like you two just kept barely missing each other, coming home late when she was already asleep or had snuck out to see John B, or waking up after she’d already left.

Rafe didn’t seem as concerned as you, and you figured that you were making it a bigger deal than it evidently was.

As usual, Sarah wasn’t home when you finally made it back, and you sadly glanced at her door when you passed it. Rafe had gotten some more clothes from your house, mentioning in passing something about your foster parents coming home in a week or so. As you decided on what to wear tonight, you absentmindedly thought about them. Rafe had said that your relationship could be better, and when you eventually asked him to elaborate on that, he confessed to you that they had never treated you as parents should.

Something about ‘the right thing to do’ and feeling obligated to take you in.

You had to admit that it didn’t make you excited for their return. If you had any doubts about what he’d said, the fact that they had yet to reach out to you after your accident pretty much confirmed his words. Knowing that your birth parents had died and that you hadn’t really had any proper ones since made you sad.

When you and Rafe eventually arrived to Topper’s house, there was more people than you expected. You didn’t recognize any of them, and that forced you to cling to Rafe’s side most of the night. He didn’t seem to mind though, hand squeezing yours as he guided you through the bodies and hallways.

“Yeah, I’m a little mad he kept it from us, but I should’ve known he’d wear you down eventually,” Kelce said to you.

It was a brief moment in which you and Rafe got separated, your boyfriend having a serious conversation with Topper. About what, you didn’t know. You frowned a bit at Kelce’s words, tilting your head as he sipped on his beer.

“Rafe’s been hung up on you for as long as I can remember,” he snorted into his cup. “It was kind of pathetic, really.”

You did remember Rafe mentioning that he’d liked you for a while before you started dating. The thought made you chuckle because you couldn’t imagine why it took so long for you to like him back. Your gaze traveled towards where he stood, the light shining off of his dirty blond hair.

“…and once you started hanging around those Pogues?”

Kelce blew out a breath, shaking his head just as you turned back to him. Your confusion must have been all over your face because Kelce explained.

“Pogues. It’s what we call the people from the other side of the island, The Cut.”

You slowly nodded, still not quite understanding.

“You know, they’re lazy and dirty and like to blame us for their failures. A pathetic bunch, really,” Kelce said with a shrug.

Your brows knitted at that, a sour feeling in your gut.

“Well, that seems…a little harsh,” you whispered.

“It’s just the truth,” he continued. “You hang around them and they bring you down. I swear to God it almost drove Rafe crazy seeing you hang out with a crowd like that. Especially JJ.”

Your interest was piqued at the mention of that name again, and you gave Kelce your full attention.

“Who is JJ?”

“Trouble,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “Short fuse, violent. You know he brought a gun to the bonfire once? Well, of course you don’t remember, but yeah. That’s the kind of guy he is.”

Kelce shook his head again at the thought of him, and you felt lightheaded for more reasons than one. Violent? Guns? Why on earth would you hang around someone like that? You remembered that he was friends with Sarah, and you wondered why she would too? You couldn’t imagine associating with anyone like that, and you thought to yourself that maybe Rafe was right.

Maybe your old friends had been bad for you, and if what Kelce said was true, then maybe it was a good thing you didn’t seem to be close to them anymore.

You were quiet when you and Rafe eventually left, the blond just sober enough to drive. Your silence was noticeable if the way Rafe kept glancing at you was anything to go by. You were so deep in thought that when his hand brushed your thigh, you jumped.

“Sorry,” you mumbled at the sight of his alarmed gaze.

“Are you okay? Is it your head?” he wondered, reaching for you.

He brushed his fingers along your temple, and you couldn’t help but to lean into it.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Did JJ really bring a gun to a bonfire once?”

Your question seemed to surprise him, his eyes widening before Rafe cleared his throat. You were parked in his yard now, his truck turned off, and you didn’t mind sitting in the dark.

“You remember that?”

You blinked a few times, his question throwing you before you shook your head.

“No. Kelce told me…but it seems its true…”

Rafe’s silence was confirmation enough.

“…and I was friends with him? Sarah and all of her friends are friends with him?”

Rafe sighed, reaching out to hold your hand, and you threaded your fingers through his.

“I told you…some people in your life didn’t have your best interests at heart,” he quietly said, brining the back of your hand to his lips. “I can’t control what Sarah does…”

You watched as his jaw ticked in the darkness, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“…and I didn’t want to control you either, just look out for you, and that…that caused a lot of problems between us.”

You looked out of the windshield at that, trying to understand why you’d be so against that. Why had you been okay with hanging around an obviously bad crowd? It made no sense to you.

“I have no idea who I am,” you suddenly murmured, almost sadly.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

It was hard not to. You felt…disappointed in yourself, and as crazy as it seemed, since you woke up in that hospital, not once had you ever considered that you might not have been the best person before this. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, and a whole new fear washed over you. A fear that you didn’t deserve the man sitting next to you.

You turned to look at him, lips parting.

“I’m sorry…”

You trailed off as Rafe shushed you, taking your face into his hands.

“I already told you. We’ll make better memories,” he promised. “Whatever happened before, it doesn’t matter.”

You looked down, briefly closing your eyes as you sighed. Rafe seemed like too kind, too understanding of a boyfriend, and you thought to yourself that he was almost too good to be true.

Your damp skin dragged over your bedding with every movement from you, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut at the sensations between your legs. You felt so hot all over, chest heaving with every thump of your heart. A power outage was a blessing in disguise, the house dark with the only light in your room coming from the full moon outside.

Your window was open, the breeze blowing your curtains and brining in a much-needed chill. It cooled your skin, and you bit your lip, forcing yourself to swallow down the moan that threatened to escape at the feel of a tongue swiping along your folds. Your toes curled, your thighs trembled, and you could only see stars behind your eyes.

Fingers pressed into your skin, holding you in place and allowing for little escape. One of your feet pressed into your bed, hips lifting just a tad, and you peeled your eyes open. They remained on your ceiling at first, vision blurring from pleasure before you lowered them to look down at the head of blond hair between your thighs.

The heat from your dream carried over into reality when your eyes flew open, skin sticky and dewy with sweat. It had started to rain sometime during the night, and the slight drizzle calmed your racing heart. The longer you laid there, the more you realized that it hadn’t been a dream…but a memory. You guessed that answered any questions about the nature of your relationship with Rafe, and you slowly sat up.

You hadn’t asked him to stay tonight, and you were grateful now more than ever for that.

The heat between your thighs and the desire in your gut was embarrassing enough with just you present. Although, you wondered why it was embarrassing to begin with. Rafe was your boyfriend, had been for a long time, and being intimate with him was normal. You didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

Granted, you were just starting to become more comfortable with him.

Remembering such an intimate moment with someone you were still getting used to was the craziest head trip. In your current reality, you hadn’t even kissed him, a small peck at the corner of his mouth hardly counting. However, that memory was front and center now, and you knew what it was like to feel his hands on you, his mouth on you…his tongue in you.

You were shocked at how much you…missed it.

You didn’t quite know what your goal was as you slid out of bed. The Cameron household was dark and quiet, everyone fast asleep, and you should’ve been included in that, but you really just wanted to be near Rafe. You had enjoyed sleeping next to him, and you knew that scared you into not asking him to stay tonight. You swallowed a sigh, wondering why you were so scared to let yourself get closer to your own boyfriend.

What was holding you back?

You neared Rafe’s door, and the closer you got, your ears picked up on his voice. It was late, and you frowned, wondering why he was still up. His door was cracked just a tad, and his voice became clearer to your ears, and that was when you realized that he wasn’t talking.

He was moaning.

You froze for half a second, feeling all kinds of wrong as you listened to the deep and drawn-out baritone. It made your heart rave, goosebumps erupting over your skin as you stood at the crack in his door. Even with so little light, you could make out the shape of him…and the shape of his hand wrapped around himself.

You sharply inhaled, surprised at how much the sight held your interest. It was a private moment, something that you were intruding on, and yet you couldn’t look away. It was a completely different side to Rafe that you hadn’t really seen…outside of that memory.

His voice, his heaving chest, the precision in which he slid and twisted his hand around his cock. All of it called to something primal in you, something that had you loudly exhaling before you realized it.

Rafe was quick to act, hurriedly turning on his lamp and covering himself just as your own eyes widened at being caught. Your eyes met his through the crack, and despite what you had expected, he actually relaxed at the sight of you.

“Oh,” he breathed, pushing himself to his feet.

It made sense, you guessed. You were his girlfriend, not his mom. You stuttered out an apology as he ran his hand through his hair, swinging the door open wider and eyes meeting yours. There was some slight worry on his face, and you recalled how late it was. Of course, Rafe would be concerned.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… That was rude…”

Rafe was staring you down, and the longer he did, the more nervous you became. Suddenly, the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned against the doorjamb. A light sheen of sweat coated his skin too, and you struggled to hold his gaze.

“Y/N,” he said your name, drawling it out in a way that made you shudder. “Were you watching me?”

You opened and closed your mouth, struggling to find your words.

“I’m really sorry. I…”

“Don’t be,” he murmured, reaching out to touch your necklace. “You have that right.”

You cleared your throat at that, glancing behind him and studying his room.

“I really didn’t mean to. I just… I had another memory, and I just really wanted to be with you.”

Your eyes met his again, and they had hardened now, unreadable. Rafe was quiet for a while before he dropped his hand, asking you what it was about.

“Us,” you replied with a sigh, and you continued at his frown. “We were in my room…doing something…private.”

You didn’t know why you struggled to get the words out nor why you worded it like that. Rafe understood though, and again, his reaction wasn’t what you expected. His jaw ticked, and he tilted his head to the side, hair going every which way.

“Really.” It came out more like a statement. “What were we doing?”

“Rafe,” you chuckled, and he stepped closer.

“I’m serious,” he said, a mocking lilt to his voice as it lowered. “Refresh my memory.”

“You…” you glanced away. “Your face…was between my legs.”

His eyebrows rose at that, and his smirk dimmed a bit.

“…and that inspired you to come and find me…?”

You realized what that sounded like, and you frantically shook your head.

“N-no. No. I…I just wanted to be near you,” you confessed.

Rafe’s face softened at that, and you bit your lip.

“I know that you’re my boyfriend and that we have a past, but before tonight…I think I just found it hard to accept?” you shrugged. “It still didn’t feel quite real, I guess, but I remembered something really intimate between us, and it clicked.”

You stepped closer, and Rafe let you, reaching up to take your chin between his fingers.

“I remembered what it felt like to have you touch me like that…” Rafe glanced away at that. “…and I remembered how comfortable I felt. How…trusting.”

His eyes snapped to yours, lips pressed together.

“…and when I woke up, I missed that feeling. I just really wanted to be near you, and I wanted that earlier tonight, but something was holding me back from asking you to stay.”

You hesitantly reached for Rafe’s hand, and he pulled you against him.

“But I think it’s clicked now. You were my boyfriend. We were in love, and…I trusted you so much.”

Your hand tightened on his.

“…and I want that again.”

Rafe’s shoulders sagged as you said that, a weight visibly lifting off of his shoulders. His smile was slow, and when you asked if you could stay in his room, he was more than happy to pull you inside.

JJ Maybank.

That name was starting to haunt you now. At first, it was him who was missing from your pictures according to Sarah. His name came up again as a driving force behind the wedge between you and Rafe, Kelce revealing the mystery guy to be violent and dangerous. And now…

Now you were staring at his handy work as Rafe stormed into the house.

Rose was the one who had proposed getting something to eat from The Wreck. It was a restaurant that came up in conversation a lot, but you’d yet to have it since your accident, so you had no memory of it. You’d been excited to go, but Rafe had suggested calling in an order that he’d be happy to pick up.

The rest of his family, sans Sarah, was happier with that suggestion, albeit a little surprised at Rafe’s willingness to be the one to get it. While he was gone, you got to know Ward and Rose more. They struck you as one of those perfectly compatible couples, maybe even a bit manufactured in nature, but they were cute enough. You had been getting along with them just fine, Wheezie too, when the sound of Rafe’s truck pulling in could be heard.

However, instead of being greeted with food, Rafe had stormed into the house. Empty-handed, Sarah on his heels, and a bleeding lip and quickly bruising jaw.

You had stumbled to your feet with wide eyes, Ward asking what happened. That was evidently the wrong thing to ask as both Sarah and Rafe started talking at once, yelling over each other with an aggressiveness that took you by surprise. Somehow, throughout the commotion, you got the gist of it.

JJ had taken a swing at Rafe as soon as he saw him, and Sarah, being his friend, was convinced that Rafe had done something to warrant it.

“As if JJ needs a reason to act like the rabid low-class mutt that he is,” your boyfriend spat at her, the vitriol in his voice shocking you.

“JJ wouldn’t do that without a reason,” Sarah yelled at him, face contorted in anger.

“Oh? The same guy who’s always getting into trouble? Whose dad is in and out of jail? Who held a gun to my best friend’s head?”

Kelce hadn’t told you that, and your lips parted as you looked between them. Ward tried to separate them, telling them both to knock it off.

“That same guy?” Rafe sneered.

He scoffed at his sister, disgust and ire in his gaze as he looked her over before turning and breezing past you. You followed him up the stairs, heart racing and worry filling you.

“Rafe…your face…”

He said nothing as he stormed into his room, wiping his mouth with an angry huff, and you hurried into his bathroom. You wet a rag, hands trembling before coming out and approaching him. he still looked so angry, but you forced yourself to ignore it, reminding yourself that he wasn’t angry with you.

You softly called his name, and his gaze softened when it connected with yours. He closed his eyes as you wiped his mouth, gently brushing a finger over his jaw. You took in the damage with a heavy heart, unable to understand why Sarah had a friend like that, why you had had a friend like that.

“Why would he do this to you?”

Your question was barely audible, but Rafe heard you all the same.

“He’s not a good guy,” Rafe mumbled, looking up at you from where he sat. “Do you see that now?”

You swallowed.

“He never was, and it’s why I’d do anything to keep him away from you.”

You sighed, dropping your hand.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Rafe,” you whispered. “I don’t know why Sarah… Why would she want to be friends with someone like that? Someone who could hurt her brother like this. Especially when you’ve done nothing.”

He didn’t respond, and you sat down beside him, wiping his lips one more time just as he turned to face you. The sight of him all bruised was enough to make your heart clench, and Rafe watched you intently as you leaned in, lips brushing against his.

The kiss was tentative at first, so unsure on your part. You had no memory of kissing anyone, but your subconscious told you that you’d done this many times before. It seemed silly to accept, but your body sort of took over as Rafe deepened the kiss.

It felt like second nature to you, moving your mouth against his. It was sweet at first, maybe even a little passionate, but when Rafe’s hand found the back of your neck, his movements became fueled by hunger. He breathed you in, tongue tasting yours and the inside of your mouth. The metallic taste of his blood slipped through, and the blond groaned.

It became clear to you then not only how much Rafe had missed truly being with you, but also just how much he’d been holding himself back, and that both excited and terrified you.

#rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x reader #obx fic #outer banks

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betty | quinn hughes

summary: you break up with your boyfriend following a fight, but you contemplate giving him a second chance.

request: yes / no

warnings: (kind of?) cheating, angst, bad boyfriend behaviour

a/n: based on ‘betty’ by taylor swift. i was doing way too much world-building for a blurb lol.

word count: 1.9k

The lake was my happy place. 100%.

I have been coming here every summer since I was born with my family. My cousins and I would spend all day in the water or going into town and going to the movies. In the winter, I would yearn for the lake and all that comes with it. Another amazing thing that came with the summer and the lake was Quinn.

I met Quinn one day when he and his brothers stumbled upon me and my cousins by the tire swing at Sellers Point. We became fast friends, all of us being around the same age. We hung out every day that summer and every summer after. They were my best friends, the Hughes brothers. But Quinn…there was something different about Quinn. He was someone you could never get enough of. Every little thing he did had me entranced.

I thought about him all winter and looked forward to him every summer.

Every summer, from the one we met when we were 14 to now, our families have poked at the idea that Quinn and I are destined to be together. That we are two sides of the same coin. Quinn and I would always say that we didn’t see each other like that, but I knew that wasn’t true.

I would sneak glances at him whenever possible, I would get butterflies whenever he would laugh at my jokes, and cared a little too much about what he thought of me. I always wondered if Quinn was also lying when he said he didn’t see me like that.

When the Canucks missed the playoffs this year, that allowed Quinn to come to the lake slightly earlier than his brothers. This left Quinn and me alone at the lake, spending a lot of time together. Somewhere along the way, I got bold enough and admitted my feelings for him. To my surprise, he shared them.

We spent the whole summer together, experiencing first dates and first kisses. Even though we were having firsts of all kinds, it felt like Quinn and I had been dating for years. We were so comfortable with one another and wanted to spend as much time together as possible, even if that meant hanging out in each other's room while you did chores.

Quinn was wrapped in my blue patchwork quilt on my bed, while I put clothes away into my armoire. When I put my last sweatshirt away, I turned back to Quinn who was looking back at me, a slightly sad look on his face. I climb on my bed and crawl to him.

“What’s with the frown?” I ask him softly as he lifts the quilt for me to crawl under.

“I’m just thinking.” He says.

“Bout what?”

“Just… the end of the summer.” He says quickly. “But I don’t want to think about it.”

I furrow my brows. “What do you mean, Quinn?”

“I mean, I’m going back to Vancouver, you’re going back to work in Detroit. I don’t want us to end.”

I sit up out of his embrace and look at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, we’re gonna be living in two different countries, y/n, I don’t see how we can even work.” He explains.

“So you’re just fine with us ending? Just like that? Without even trying?” I ask.

Quinn sits up, placing his hands on my waist. “Babe, c’mon.”

“No.” I shake my head climbing out of my bed. “I don’t understand. At the end of the summer, you’re just going to say bye and that’s it? You’re not even going to try and make us work?”

He sighs, putting his head in his hands. “I didn’t want to think about it but… let’s be real here. I’m in a new city almost every week, you’re going to start working full time. You can’t tell me you didn’t think about this when we started dating.”

I scoff. “No Quinn, I didn’t. I’m sorry I didn’t think about how we would break up because you can’t do long distance.”

“Y/n-”

“No. You knew you were going to break up with me, so what the fuck was this all for? This whole summer? If you knew we were going to end why did you even bother? This was just for shits and giggles for you?”

Quinn climbs out of my bed, still wearing his board shorts as we were on the boat earlier today. He stops in front of me, examining my face. He opens his mouth to speak but I do before he can.

“No, just go. I don’t want to look at you anymore.” I wave him away, opening my bedroom door, indicating he should leave.

“Y/n, come on. Let’s talk.” He objects.

“No! This is what you wanted all along, right?” I look into his eyes. They show nothing but remorse but I can’t find it in me to let him stay right now.

He looks as though he wants to say something but doesn’t. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before walking out of my bedroom. I hear him say a quick goodbye to my parents, who offer for him to stay for dinner, but he politely declines. When I hear the front door shut, I retire to my bed, wrapping myself in my quilt. Quinn’s scent is still lingering on the blanket. The tears begin to fall and don’t stop until I fall asleep.

The rest of the week is filled with rare days inside, not finding the energy to go outdoors. All I want to do is lie in bed and distract myself with reality shows. My parents take notice and let me sulk for a few days before deciding they’d had enough and forced me to go to the pier with my cousin.

Inez and I spent some time perusing the shops before we sit down at the Honey Duke diner for lunch.

“How are you?” She asks me when we’ve sat down and ordered our food.

I let out a dry laugh. “Not great.”

She sighs and eyes me. “Listen, I know this is something you probably don’t want to hear but I think this is something you should know.”

I roll my eyes. The one thing my cousin is known for is gossiping. I normally don’t take much of what she says seriously because often times what she tells me is just a rumour.

“So yesterday I was hanging out with Michael, and Michael was telling me that a few days ago Quinn was out for a run when Augustine, y’know the girl that just moved into the Russell’s old place? Well she pulled up next to him as he was on his way home and was like ‘Quinn, get in, let’s go for a drive’ and he did. And one thing led to another and apparently they slept together.”

I didn’t want to believe what she was saying but the story made my face heat up and a nervous, nauseous feeling arises in my stomach. “Why should I believe what Michael told you?” I challenge her.

“Because it happened just outside of his house! He saw him get in her car.” Inez says. “And he ran into her the next day at the grocery store and she told him they had sex.”

My stomach churns as I picture my boyfriend in bed with another girl. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We’re broken up, he is free to do whatever he wants.” I say, putting on a front.

“Girl, you’re allowed to be hurt.” Inez says, grabbing my hand that was resting on the table to comfort me. “What he did was super shitty. You just need to try and forget about him.”

I smile and nod at her. However misguided she may be when it comes to spreading rumours, she truly wants nothing but the best for the people closest to her in life.

“Listen, parents are leaving the lake early this year, how about we throw an end-of-summer party?” Inez suggests.

“That’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean in the morning,” I say.

“But it’ll be fun in the evening.” She smirks.

I reluctantly agree and Inez immediately goes into planning mode. She planned the party for a week later, spreading the word to the others in the area. When the night of the party rolled around, the family lake house was packed with people.

Despite being at a party, and drinking with my close friends, a despondent feeling was hovering over me. The end of the summer was upon us and in a few days I was going back to Detroit. The same feeling I get at the end of every summer rolls right back in, a feeling of sadness sitting passenger seat of my emotions.

I excuse myself from the conversation I was having with my neighbour, slipping out back and down to the garden my mum keeps. A small path is configured through the plants using cobblestone, moss growing through the cracks. I bend down, smelling a bundle of dahlias my mum had planted, inhaling the slightly bitter scent.

“Hey.”

I stand up, whipping my head to the left where Quinn is standing. My despondent feelings about summer ending are replaced by despondent feelings brought on by Quinn.

“Go fuck yourself.” I say, almost coming out automatically.

“I had a feeling you would say that.” He says. “But please hear me out.”

I deliberate with myself whether or not I should hear him out or not. The downcast look on his face, accompanied by a tired demeanour forced me to give in. I sit down on the bench, leaving room for Quinn to sit as well. He sits down but doesn’t speak right away, so I do.

“Inez told me.” I say. “It’s true, isn’t it?”

I don’t even need to be specific. Quinn’s head bows down and I feel my heart break a little bit.

“Please,” He starts, placing a hand on my knee. “Trust me when I say it was just a summer thing. It didn’t mean anything. I was sad and she was there. I thought I had lost you forever cause I’d been an idiot. And then I was an idiot some more. I fucked up I know that.”

His voice is breaking as tears start to fall from my eyes. Every part of me wants to just take him back but I still feel hurt by our argument about long distance.

“And I know I was dumb about dealing with long distance but I was so scared about losing you that I just figured I would end it before long distance.”

I let out a dry laugh at Quinn’s way of dealing with it.

“If you’re willing, I want to try long-distance.” Quinn says.

My eyes snap up to his. Truly all I want is to try long distance but I’m not sure how I can when I’m not confident that this is what Quinn wants. As if he senses my uncertainty, he takes my hands into his.

“Y/n, all I want is to be with you. I’m willing to do whatever, I don’t care, I’ll fly you to Vancouver every weekend, I’ll come see you when we play in Detroit, I’ll-”

I cut off Quinn’s rambling by pressing my lips to his. He melts into me, his calloused hands finding me, one going to the back of my head and the other wrapping around my back. When we break apart I pull Quinn into my arms, just wanting to hold him.

“Please make this work.” I whisper.

“It’s all I want.” He whispers back.

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