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bgomtori · 2 months

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☆ lover's rock - c.bg

synopsis - love wasn't something you believed in until you bumped into him while listening to your favourite band.

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> love a first sight, college au!, artist x muse

-> warnings! slowburn, yn's dense, makeout session.

-> note! after i heard that beomgyu listens to cas, i screamed, my fav person and one of my fav bands :' also gyu day!! his birthday is literally 4 days before mine, i think it's fate 😂 jokes💀 hope you guys enjoy this :>

art, something that is enjoyed by many in various ways, through music, paintings or even poems. personally, you enjoyed art through your paintings, the ability to express yourself on a canvas with multiple hues of colours was fascinating to you, along with the soothing melody of music playing in the background. your mind wanders off as you immerse yourself in the current art project you had, your wrist moving slowly while you sketch on your prep board.

the library was quiet as usual, all types of students from different majors all gathered in one area to study or rush last minute work. you snapped yourself back into reality, aimlessly staring at the artpiece infront of you, your eyes feeling strained and dry, unable to keep itself open. that was your cue to pack up and leave, you stretched your aching body, slinging your bag over your shoulders as you left the library, placing your headphones over your ears, turning up the volume slowly, paying no attention to the surrounding area around you.

"ow, sorry." a voice sounded louder than what played in your headphones, you removed them, trying to be polite to the person you accidentally bumped into. "it's fine, i should have paid more attention to my surroundings." you bowed, before bending down to pick up your phone that was knocked away from your grasp.

"you listen to cigarettes after sex too?" you could hear the joy behind the male's voice, clearly thrilled to find out that a person listens to the same band as him. you nodded your head, "you like them too?"

"yea of course! i've been listening to them since they released their first album." he smiled, his eyes shimmering despite the dimly lit hallway you were standing in. "that's cool, what's your name? maybe we can talk more."

"beomgyu, choi beomgyu. how about you? i've seen you around the art building before." he replied, shooting the question back at you, "yn, hope to see you around next time." you smiled at him, wanting to leave already.

"wait, what's your number? you seem cool, i mean you are cool especially since you listen to cas. i just want to talk to someone like you." beomgyu stuttered, his face turned away from you as he held his phone towards you, displaying the contact list to you. you laughed softly, typing in your number, along with your name and an emoji.

"text me anytime, i'll try my best to reply." you waved, leaving a stranded beomgyu in the middle of a dark hallway, his eyes never leaving your disappearing figure. without even noticing, his lips tugged up into a smile, finally someone he could relate to, he could already feel the connection between the both of you. call him crazy, but he thinks that you would be best friends by the end of the semester.

and that dream became a reality. all starting from a text message from beomgyu, sending you a playlist he created of his favourite songs from all his favourite bands. something as little as a playlist warmed your heart, who would actually take the time and effort to create a playlist for a stranger they barely knew. and this was the starting point of your everlasting friendship. the way that he would often make his way to the art studio, despite his music studio being a 10 minutes away from it, he is willing to walk that distance for you, with your favourite drink in hand.

"you're class ended 15 minutes ago, how are you here so fast?" you opened the door for beomgyu, letting him into the art studio, locking it in the process. beomgyu stared at the current piece you were working in, completely awed by how pretty the artwork was.

"you're so good at this." ignoring your previous question, placing his bag down on the ground, taking a seat beside your canvas. you sighed, knowing beomgyu would never reveal the reason why he's always so quick to find you.

"have you listened to their latest single?" beomgyu asked, scrolling through his playlist, specifically made for music of his taste. you shook your head, "i didn't even know that they released a new song." beomgyu looked at you as if you grew another head.

"you're missing out, oh my god." beomgyu gasped, immediately playing the song, 'bubblegum.' by cas. a familiar yet different sounding melody filled your eardrums as you listened intently to the song beomgyu was showing you.

"it's nice." you found yourself humming to the lyrics, sketching on the canvas that was infront of you. "right, they never disappoint." beomgyu agreed, trying to find another song to add to the queue.

"gyu–" beomgyu looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes blinking at you slowly, waiting for you to complete your sentence, "why, don't you talk to your other friends about music?" it has been a question on your mind ever since you've became friends with beomgyu, you've noticed how he doesn't talk much about his interest and taste in music to the guys compared to when he is with you.

"oh." his response was dry, making you think that you've said something hurtful.

"uhm, i didn't mean it, i guess it's slightly insensitive, forget that i asked that." you stammered, your face getting warm due to the embarrassment you were facing.

"you didn't say anything wrong, don't worry." he reassured, giving you a small smile.

"it's just that they don't share the same taste as me, so i can't really talk to them about my passion and interest in music. it's fine though! i've finally met you, so i'm alright with that." beomgyu admitted, his eyes practically glowing under the bright light in the art studio. your heart raced, butterflies filling your stomach, how cute could he be to make you feel like this. you've never believed that love was something for you, every single person you've liked has rejected you, clearly beomgyu wouldn't be any different.

"when is this due?" beomgyu questioned, his finger tapping on your canvas.

"in 2 weeks, why?" your head tilting in confusion as beomgyu's lips tugged into a mischievious smirk, "let's dip, you still have plenty of time to complete that."

"what? no. i need to–"

"no you don't, let's go to a vinyl shop, i know a place." beomgyu grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. you screeched, telling him to wait, since your things were scattered around the studio. beomgyu chuckled, releasing your wrist, watching you frantically pack everything into your bag.

"i hate you." you grumbled, glaring at beomgyu while locking the door to your art studio. beomgyu laughed, his hand landing atop your head, stroking your hair, "quit grumbling, let's go."

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"what took you so long?" you removed a side of your earbud, looking up at beomgyu who was staring at your with an apologetic look on his face. "i've not been to the campus's library in months, so i kinda got lost.." his eyes averting your gaze, cheeks warming up due to the embarrassment. you laughed at him softly, patting the seat beside you.

"do you always come to the library on your free time?" beomgyu whispered, placing his bag on the ground, grabbing his laptop at the same time. you nod your head, fingers quickly typing out the 5000 word essay that was due the following day. beomgyu frowned, noticing how you have yet to give him any attention from the moment he sat down beside you.

beomgyu sighed into the palm of his hand, pushing his chair closer to yours, your shoulders coming into contact with one another, knees brushing against each other's occassionally. you could feel beomgyu's eyes burning holes into your soul, causing you to turn to face him, unaware of how close you guys were. your eyes widened, along with his, your face about a centimeter away from his. lips barely touching, his hot breath fanning against your face, eyes boring into yours.

"sorry.." beomgyu coughed, turning away from you, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"it's fine." you choked out, still thinking about what just happened, unable to think straight, you hastily finished your essay, not caring on whether it was perfect or not, and switched your laptop off.

"let's go to the vinyl store, i need more vinyls." you packed your bags, trying your best not to look into beomgyu's eyes, knowing that you'll instantly malfunction under his gaze. however, just as you had that thought in mind, beomgyu grabbed onto your wrist, making you pause your actions.

"wait, i have something for you." beomgyu removed his grip from your wrist, pulling a small box from his bag, placing it in your hand.

"open it." he whispered, eyes looking at the box and back at you, excited for you to open up the surprise gift he bought for you. you untied the cute little ribbon on the box before lifting up the lid of the tiny box, only to see a cute bracelet staring back at you, the star-shaped charm gleaming prettily, it's colours so plain yet so charming.

"it's pretty." was all your said, but beomgyu has known you long enough to understand that you don't talk that much when you see something you like so much, but your express it through your body language and facial expression. he could see the way your eyes lit up, ane how your lips tugged up to a slight smile without noticing. beomgyu grinned, watching as you slipped the bracelet on your wrist.

"let's go?" you asked, snapping beomgyu out of his daze.

"yea sure." his hands grabbing onto yours, acting as if he doesnt care, but his mind was a hectic mess. he could see your clueless expression through his peripheral vision, doe eyes staring at his hand on yours. beomgyu swore that his heart was going to jump out any moment, his ears turning to a soft hue of read, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

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time flies whenever you're with beomgyu, without even realising it has already been months since your first interaction. by this time, you've finally grown accustomed to your growing feelings for the male, from his appearance to his passion in music, everything about him was perfect. even your friends caught on to your lovesick ways, also talking to beomgyu from time to time just to see if he was suitable for you, only for them to say that you're dense. you couldn't even believe soobin when he told you that beomgyu hasn't been like this around his past lovers, lies, was what you told soobin, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded, just to see soobin shaking his head, telling you that it's true.

every now and then, beomgyu would invite you over to his dorm if he's too lazy to go over to yours, and behind closed doors, blocking out the noise happening in the living room due to the boys loud yelling, the both of your just listened to your shared playlist in silence. it may not seem like much, but this activity calms you down, resting your head against the bed frame while beomgyu lays on his pillow, scrolling through his phone.

lovers rock, the song you recommended him since the start of your friendship. the sound of the electric guitar slowly fading into the quiet atmosphere, your fingers subconsciously tap against your phone to the beat, humming along with the melody.

"look at this tiktok, it reminds me of us." beomgyu chuckled, his arm extended to show you the cute tiktok on his phone. you took some time to process that he was trying to show you something before turning your head towards his phone, "oh my god, stop shaking." you grumbled, grabbing onto his phone, your hand laying on top of his.

the video contained two cats hugging each other as they had earbuds in their ear, listening to music, perfectly picturing the exact event happening right now. your stomach felt funny, biting your lips as you fought back the largest smile ever. "yea, that's us." you giggled, this feeling was euphoric, the way your smile is immediately reciprocated makes you feel like you've won a marathon, how this man has you completely wrapped around his finger...

beomgyu hummed, a hint of joy hidden behind his voice as he turned to his side to face the wall. your eyes flickered onto beomgyu's figure, your body slowly edging towards him unconsciously.

"hmm?" beomgyu sounded, feeling your head pressing against his back, you forcefully pushed his head away, preventing him to look at you, "i'm tired." you yawned, wrapping your arm around his waist loosely, growing more comfortable against his warmth. beomgyu could hear his own heartbeat, loud and clear, afraid that you could hear it too. your eyes fluttered close, on the verge of falling asleep.

"yn." beomgyu called, his body shifted around to face you, you looked up at him groggily, waiting for him to say something. beomgyu's mouth turned dry, completely forgetting the words that he wanted to tell you.

"ah, forget it, rest well." swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched as you nodded your head, falling back to sleep. he stared at the wall behind you in frustration, his mind only filled with thoughts of you, and how he was going to confess to you.

ever since he told his friends about his undying love for you, all they did was to push him into confessing because he'd be a pussy if he didn't, and to convince his friends that he isn't one, he has to tell you soon. currently, his phone was raided with a bunch of notifications from his group chat, all of them asking when he was going to tell you.

heeseung : stop pussying it, just say it.

beomgyu : it's not that simple 😐 and she's asleep right now

jeongin : you had all the time in the world to say it just now, and you wasted it.

beomgyu : ok shut up, maybe later.

"so fucking annoying.." he groaned softly, turning his phone off, staring off into the distance again.

"what's annoying?" you yawned a question, woken up by beomgyu's rapid typing and groans in annoyance from earlier. beomgyu looked at you in shock, praying that you didn't see any of the messages he exchanged with his friends.

"ah, nothing." beomgyu shrugged it off, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"yn, i have something to tell you." he suddenly sat up, causing you to flinch, "what is it?" following his actions.

"do you believe in love at first sight?" the sudden question about love caught you off guard, you played around with the bracelet beomgyu previoudly gave you, unable to come up with a response. your silence made beomgyu nervous, was it too random? he stared off to the side of his room.

"i didn't believe it at first, but i guess i think it's possible." you replied, the back of your neck feeling warmer by the second, afraid that you'd accidentally slip out a confession. beomgyu looked at you as if you grew two heads, he knew you weren't fond of love, and would much rather focus on your future art career. he was slightly curious, and extremely jealous of this person who managed to steal your heart.

"who?"

"who..?"

"who is this person that changed your mind." his tone sounding harsher than he intended to, maybe becausr he didn't want to lose you to any other guy who didn't deserve you. your throat was dry, it was to either tell him the truth or lie about your feelings for him. however, you didn't want to miss out on this opportunity, i mean what could be worse than getting rejected in his own dorm. you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, licking your lips,

"you."

"what?"

"it's you, ever since you bumped into me when i was making my way out of the library." you confessed, feeling yourself crumble, knowing that beomgyu is watching you intently. on the other hand, beomgyu didn't believe his ears, his mind going haywire at the thought that you liked him back, not even paying attention to your rambling.

"i don't know if this is the right time to confess, i mean i guess it was just the heat of the moment.. i'm sorry if i made you uncomf–" your eyes widened at the sudden contact on your lips, slowly blinking to register the situation that's happening. what felt like fireworks in your stomach, your eyes naturally closed, reciprocating the kiss, your hand placed on top of beomgyu's, slightly gripping onto it. beomgyu smiled into the kiss, his free hand landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

beomgyu pulled away, causing you to whine, wanting more. beomgyu couldn't help but giggle at how desperate you were.

"more.." you sighed out, wrapping your arms around beomgyu's neck, tilting your head as you connected your lips against his. his lips tasted like strawberries, his favourite fruit, and also the chapstick that he steals from your occassionally, he was perfect. you pulled away, catching your breath, placing your forehead against beomgyu's.

"guess we picked the best song to kiss to." beomgyu chuckled, you quirked your eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, until you heard what the lyrics meant. you giggled, nuzzling your head into beomgyu's neck.

"it's perfect."

she might wanna kiss

before the end of this song..

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suguruplsr · 3 months

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Can we please get a Suguru × overworked Waitress reader? It can be fluff, maybe light angst from the reader, I'm all for the spice/smut as well 🩵🩵🩵

(btw you're one of my favorite writers on here, pls never stop🩷)

Let Me Do It

,, x fem! reader , fluff + light angst + suggestive ending? <3

note: ty nonnie, that makes me so happy to hear. i try my best babes <333

divider @/chachachannah

Friday, 9:05 PM • [suguru] to [you]: u off right abt now? picking u up today.

Friday, 9:10 PM • [you] to [suguru]: mhm, getting my things. i’ll bring u that frappe you like <3

you smile at the incoming message of suguru letting you know he’s on his way, thanking you for the drink. you double check your things, putting them next to each other before walking out of the break room.

the usually bustling cafe was hushed, the lo-fi music in the background playing more clearly without voices over it. the few coworkers leaving gave you their goodbyes as you head to the kitchen, starting on the mocha frappe suguru would regularly ask for in the drive-thru. humming the tune of the song in your earbud, you consider grabbing an extra drink or making a bag of food for yourself.

unfortunately, while in a time limit and a body that desperately needs to lay down, your indecisive mind convinces you to grab a donut, and quickly fry a medium sized pack of fries. an odd choice sure. but you recently got off your period, let a girl live.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket as you pack up the food items. with a small pep in your step, you head to the break room, catching your manager. “[name]! just the one i was looking for— i just wanted to thank you for taking extra hours this week, i was hoping if you could do it again next? you’ll be compensated greatly.” she smiles as if she couldn’t see the visible signs of tiredness upon your face.

your stomach turns disgustingly from the sight of her uncanny expression. you’re finally about to experience your two days off on the weekend, after multiple tiring days that rank from you waking up at dawn, working morning to night. “uh, im not entirely sure. i’ll call you before monday.” you don’t have the heart to tell her no, even if you know you’re teetering on the line of total exhaustion. you manager grins, clapping her hands together, “thank you so much! i’ll be waiting for that call. have a good day [name]!” you mutter a ‘you too’ as she disappears to her office, dread filling your body.

you know, once you try saying no, she’s gonna tell all the things as last time. about how business is harder after she fired some workers, or how much she could really use your help. all the same manipulation that makes your weak heart endure work tirelessly.

you shake your head, remembering that suguru was probably outside by now, considering the periodic buzz of your phone, and settling your things in your large work bag. which was basically a big purse, it’s been pretty helpful since you started bringing bags of food home. deciding that you don’t want a mocha mess in your purse, you carry the drink to the black BMW just outside of the establishment.

you see suguru leaning on the vehicle, his expression softening once he sees you, his arms opening invitingly, “hey baby.” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you when you move eagerly into his hold, just needing to feel him. and his warm embrace quells all of the distress in you. you let out a deep sigh, body melting like jelly and turning your head to kiss his throat. “hi..” you whisper, “hi.” suguru smiles, looking down at you.

but your stomach turns when his lips form into a frown, eyebrows furrowed, “get in the car f’me.” he speaks in a hushed tone, kissing your forehead and walking with you to the passenger door, opening it for you. you get settled into the car once he closes the door, smelling the aroma of roses coming from the rose thorn air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror.

suguru turns his head to you after slowing down at the red light, just a few blocks away from home. you’re laid back with your eyes closed. and his eyes find the places on your body that signify your terrible exhaustion. like the eye bags you hate so much. hair more unkempt than how you like it, mainly because you’ve kept it in one style most of the week. or how you haven’t had time to wear any of the pieces of jewelry you love so much.

he can’t help but feel discomfort tingle in him as he thinks about the off handed comments you’ve mentioned about your manager for the past few weeks. all mostly with a roll of your eyes, or a sorry smile because of the extra hours you put in. it all makes suguru consider grabbing that phone of yours and giving her a piece of his mind.

but the small sounds of your snores bring an unconscious smile to his face, pressing on the gas.

you awake to your head hitting one of the uncomfortable pillows on your couch, body secured in suguru’s hold as he lays you on the couch. “hm?” you groan, blinking your eyes in confusion as suguru smiles down at you, “gonna go get your stuff from the car, i made dinner earlier, it’s on the stove.” your hearts warms from his words, a dreamy sigh barely leaving your lips as he parts from you with one of his forehead kisses, your favorite.

once he’s slipping out the front door, you stretch with a yawn, smelling a lingering scent of one of the many incense he owns, mixed with the smell of your favorite food. as you’re fixing your plates, you hear the front door close, footsteps moving throughout the house before heading towards you, and the sound of your lover slurping his drink begins to get loud. seconds later, arms wrap around you, a half empty drink in his hand, “have i ever told you how much i love you?” suguru kisses your neck, a strong whiff of mocha within his breath.

you cringe with a giggle hidden in your voice, “mmm, i dunno. i’m sure you love that frappe. considering it’s gone after..how long? three minutes?” you chuckle, putting down the utensil used to set the food on the plates, and laying your head onto his shoulder while he begins to pepper kisses around your face. “s’too good baby. but go sit down, let me finish this for you. bag’s in the room..” suguru gives you a firm little squeeze on your waist, taking away the plate in your hand and stepping back to let you escape his hold.

you allow him to take control, raising a brow at his catering. “is something wrong?” you question with a tilt of your head watching as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. you only gain his silence for a few moments, admiring the black graphic tee that his muscles would flex through every now and then, long hair swaying. you love seeing that slightly annoyed expression of his whenever his bang gets in his way. and you know it won’t be long until he’s asking you to trim it for him.

“well.. you seem more tired recently. and of course, i love seeing you work hard. but i just don’t want you touching a single thing when you’re home, you do too much at work already. just let me make your life a bit easier baby..” suguru sighs, eyes holding his grimace. bothered from the mere thought of you overworking yourself, just saying it is hard enough for him. as he goes to grab some silverware, facing you, he’s greeted with the sight of you silently crying, hurriedly wiping your eyes as he quickly moves over to you.

“s-sorry. you just —“ you hiccup, trying to gulp down the heavy feeling in your throat as suguru pulls you into a heartfelt hug that only makes you break down more, wrapping your arms right around his neck. “you don’t have to talk.” his whispers, “but i want you to know how much i appreciate you, i really needed this.” you mumble, sighing in content as he lifts you up, meeting your gaze with a boyish smile, despite your wet crying face, and pecking your lips.

“yea?”

“yeah..”

“wanna tell me about it?”

“not yet.. in the morning.”

suguru hums in acknowledgement, walking towards your bedroom door as you hold his face dearly, kissing around his lips before giving him a long deep kiss. “god.. you don’t know how much i love you..” and he huffs against your lips, rolling his eyes with a grin that sticks to his face, cheeks hurting. “i’m pretty sure you can show me another time. all about you t’night baby..”

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jiniretss · 2 months

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Realization

pairing: bf!suna rintarou x fem!reader

warning: swearing, mention of cutting, mention of weight loss, name calling, etc.

wc: 1.4k

genre: angst

summary: Suna didn't realize until he saw what he had done.

Days and nights were always dark, lonely, silent, and heartbreaking. Nights where her whimpers of cries would just continue on until she passes out asleep. It continues the way it was for 4 whole years out of 8 of being married to Suna Rintarou, the amazing, popular, unique, and skilled blocker for National Boys Volleyball of all Japan. All she knew was that she barely saw her husband. Her head would snap to view the man she has married for 8 whole years, just for it only getting the vision of his back. The black sports jacket covered his body, revealing his team while caring for a bag. She would sigh to herself, getting the courage to talk to him. "Rin, here have some lunch I packed for yo -" by the time she could explain the dish, all she felt was a heavy slap of the dish flying away from the bento. Holding her hand closely towards her chest as to the bento breaks, therefore, glass shattered behind her. "I don't need your disgusting dish. All it does is just give me headaches!" He shouts while staring down on her trembling body. "God damn it. Now I'm late because of you. Such an ungrateful sight." He growled. Y/n couldn't help but cry once he had left the apartment. Palms against her face as she pulls on to her hair and for it to only scream out in pain. She couldn't see the light. All her mind was just fogged with only darkness. Messy. Exhaustion. Everything comes in mind that they can categorize. Her mind was fuzzed, but the tears slowly died down after screaming her heart out for the man she decided to spend her life with. Y/n couldn't think correctly. Everything rushing through her mind was just the only scene that happened 10 minutes ago. Her body moves before her actions can. Moving to pick up the bento, slowly being careful not to hurt herself with the sharp object that scatters among the dining room.

Staring at the food she spent the morning on, she sighed to herself as a single tears drops from her eyes. "What happened, rin?" She questioned, still picking up the dropped food that was settled on the ground. After some time had passed, it was 9 pm. Rintarou usual time to get home was 7:30. It's been 2 hours since. Calling him nonstop, messaging him where he was. But finally, hearing the keys jingle opening up the door, Y/n goes rushing towards the front door. "Rin, are you okay?" She asked with so much worry in her tone. "Did you eat? Are you hungry?" She continues to ask. Y/n was scared and worried for Rintarou, but all Rintarou was giving her the silent treatment. "Rin?" She asked again. "Can you just shut up?" He says, glaring down at her face, as her face just gives him a sad look. "Rin... can we just talk -" Rin groans in annoyance from the question. "Just stop! Stop being so ignorant, horrible, and a little peice of fucking shit in the house. Stop bothering me, I'm tired of you, I'm tired of your own well being. Stop just fucking stop. Every time I come back you just something I don't even wanna come back home. You such a little whore!!!" He yells, Y/n just staring into his eyes with her hands crumbled to her side. Her anxiety was kicking in. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt like tha-" her voice was small only for Rin to shove her back.

"Don't you fucking get it! I said stop! I don't wanna hear you. Matter a fact. I don't want to see you. I don't want you in my life. Your just a little bitch who's weeping around like a little sore loser... I could've stayed with Anna and be with her. She is such better than your ungrateful self. Look at you! You're getting bigger. You eating up all the food all the god damn time. At least Anna knows how maintain her weight. While you just go and eat and get bigger!!" He shouts loudly. Her wrapped around her waist, as tears shed down from her face. "Now leave me alone you unworthy crap!" He yells before stomping his feet the way up to the room. She fell to the floor. Palm to her mouth as she silently cry to herself.

The next few days, Y/n didn't do much. She only cleaned, making sure there was food on the table, but she hadn't eaten. She took the words that Rintarou had thrown towards her. Her boney body only shows through her use to fit clothing. Rin began to notice the sudden change. How her body was fragile, she begans to wear baggy clothes, how her arms weren't showing no more. And how she was always pale. Her face was miserable, and her anxiety began to worsen more than before. "Y/n?" Rin begins only for her body to flinch at his voice. "You need to eat. you're getting really skinny." He said, not looking up at her but eating his food. She just nods, not saying a word. Picking up her fork while her hands were shaking, she dropped the utensils. Rin looks up at her. "Why aren't you eating?" He asked. "I'm not hungry." She says, getting up and walking towards the guest room where she has been sleeping for a while. Rintarou sighed to himself, thinking why she was all of sudden acting this way. He followed her into the room and opened the door to see scars on her arms and legs. "Y/n?" Suna's voice shakes. Y/n turns her head and begins to hurry to put her clothes on. "Suna... knock next time." She says quietly. "Suna," the last name of his ringing in his head. She never called me that ever since middle school. "Have you been cutting yourself?" Rin wonders. "No." She said shortly. "Yes, you have, let me see." Rin says, as she backs up into the corner. "No." She repeated. "I'm your husband so let me see." He says getting closer as her lifted up her sleeves. Seeing freshly and old cuts being available to see. "Why are you cutting yourself." Rin looks up in a painful look.

"Why you care?" She says, snatching her arm away, pulling down the sleeve. She pushes past Rintarou and hops in the bed. He slides in right next to her to hold her small portion of the body. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked again, still concerning over her actions. "Don't call me that." She replies. "What do you mean?" He sits up, staring at her face with tears coming down. "What's wrong?" He asked again. "You rin... you compared me to your ex-girlfriend, and then talked about my weight. Then tell me to shut the fuck up. And now you don't want that. You wanted space so I gave, you wanted me to lose weight right, so I gave. You wanted me to be like your ex girlfriend Anna, so I gave it. You wanted me to shut up, so I gave it to you. Still wanting to be by me, even though I'm ungrateful, a whore, a bitch, all those categories. Right, I am those. Cause I'm not as perfect as Anna was." She hiccuped between her words, only for Rin to remember what he said. "I'm sorry princess." Y/n looks over seeing that he was sorry. "I know you're not." She sighs. "But I forgive you." She trembles. Only for to hug her. "I don't want you to be like Anna, I want you to be yourself. I miss the way you would always make me food to bring to practice. I miss the way you healthy body looks, I miss everything about Y/n. Trust me. I was thinking about what I said and I know I hurt the love of my life. I'm really sorry. I was just stressed with the schedule I have that I've taken all theat stressed on to you. And I'm really sorry about it." Rin whispers, as he lied next to her for her to cuddle up against him. "Do me a favor. Will you be healthy again. It scares me to see you like this. I want you to be better." He smiles kissed her forehead. "Okay." Y/n mumbles. "Now let's go eat before the food gets cold. I'm going to watch you eat okay." She nods. As them both settled themselves downstairs in the dinning room.

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Good Together | 2

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: Reader is a single mom and the new Social Media Executive of the club and Mason falls in love with her at first sign.

Word count: 3598

Read part 1 here and part 3 here

Author's note: English isn't my first language. There's going to be a part 3 (final).

Am I permanently broken? Or is it just the sunshine blues? Could you keep those arms wide open? In case I get these legs to move

The next day you felt like you were playing the game of hide and seek with Mason. Or the game of cat and mouse. It was like you were back in high school, trying to avoid an awkward scene with the boy you liked.

Much to Mason's chagrin, you ignored him all week. It was amazing that you were working in the same place and it was somehow as if you didn't even exist. But when your team got him, Reece and Ben to sit down for a little game for the YouTube channel, he thought it was finally his chance to see you and talk to you, but even then you weren't there.

"-It'll only be for about 10 minutes, not too long. Understood?" Both Reece and Ben nodded as Mason stared at the door, playing with the board that your team had given him to write down his answers, waiting for you to come in with your professional look but with that cute little smile you always had for everyone. "Mason? Did you hear me?" Reece nudged him with his elbow, rousing him from his thoughts.

"What? Yes, let's do this."

You didn't know it, but you both felt that the week was the longest in a long time. The control you had to exert not to run into Mason at the club and not reply to his messages was draining you.

On his side of the picture, Mason felt he pushed you away even more. Whether he was waiting at your office door, standing in the car park, or sending you a message, he felt like his chance had fallen through.

"Have you seen Y/a?" He asked Kai.

Kai thought for a while as he packed his things in the bag. "No. Actually, I haven't seen her since the day you took Noah home. Why? I thought you said it went well. Did she say no?"

He put on his jumper and sat down on the bench. "She didn't say anything at all." He heaved a sigh. "She's been ignoring me. I haven't seen her all week."

"Have you tried calling her?"

"Yeah. She's not picking up."

"Maybe she's not working." At that moment Ben walked in with his bag over his shoulder. "Hey, have you seen Y/a?"

"Yeah. I just talked to her outside." He said, looking at his phone.

"WHAT?" Mason quickly ran out of the changing room and bumped Ben on the shoulder. He looked left and right, but the hall was empty. He turned right towards the exit that led to the car park, but when he got there, your car was nowhere to be seen. "Fuc--"

After you put Noah to sleep, you sat down on the sofa. A blanket over your crossed legs and your laptop open. You opened your email and downloaded the final cut of the new video for the YouTube channel.

The video was halfway through, and the only thing you could analyse was Mason's face. With each passing minute, you could feel yourself getting hotter and bothered. Without realising what you were doing, your hand crept under the blanket as you wore only an old t-shirt over your panties.

"Why are you watching a video of Mason?" Your son's voice made you cringe and you shut the laptop faster than necessary.

"Noah, what are you doing up?" You couldn't see, but you knew your face was redder than a tomato.

"Is it a new video? I want to see it." He sat down next to you.

You pushed the laptop and the blanket off your legs. Noah looked more awake from the second. "It's not ready yet. You'll see it when it's released." You made him stand up and Noah groaned.

"But why can you see it and I can't?" You thought the 'why, but why, but why' phase was over, but it didn't look like it.

"Because it's my job, remember?"

"When I grow up and if I can't be a footballer, I'll want to be like you." For a moment you felt proud, until his next words. "At least then I can still be closer to my favourite players."

You rolled your eyes. "Sure buddy. But to be a footballer or to have a job like me, you need a good night's rest, so, go back to bed." Noah said goodnight and ran back to his bedroom.

You dropped back on the sofa with your hands in front of your astonished face. How could you be so careless that your son almost caught you getting intimate while watching a video of one of his favourite players. You grabbed the pillow next to you, pressing it over your face and screaming into it.

Shit, you really liked him too.

The week was finally over and you had successfully ignored Mason, even if it was hard for you. It was Friday and the first night you would have a girls' night out since returning to the UK. It was one of your friends birthday and after having dinner, the night would end clubbing. Something you haven't done for a long time.

Noah was spending the weekend with your parents, to their delight, and the house felt empty, but a night out was just what you needed to get Mason out of your head.

You took one last look in the mirror before grabbing your handbag and leaving the bedroom. You were wearing a simple black dress and a leather jacket over your shoulders. When you left the house, Sofia, Kai's girlfriend, was waiting for you in a taxi. You had met Sofia after watching a few matches at Stamford Bridge and you became close friends immediately. After you introduced her to your friends, they felt the same way and the group became bigger and funnier.

"Let's party!" She said as you got into the taxi.

Since Sofia wouldn't be home, Kai decided to invite Mason and a few other players for pizza, beer and video games. Just like you, a night out with friends was just what Mason needed instead of being at home crying over you.

"Mase, you're losing again!" Christian commented, patting him on the back. "Focus."

The doorbell rang and Kai got up to open it. "Leave him alone. He's going through a heartbreak right now." He laughed from the hallway.

Mason didn't say anything and kept trying to play. He had been very quiet and all the boys had noticed.

"Is she still ignoring you?" Ben asked him and Mason just nodded. "Speak up!" He stretched from the chair and gave him a kick in the leg.

"Ouch!" He complained and ended up losing the game. "Yes, she's still ignoring me. I haven't even seen her all week." His bad mood was starting to come out. "That's most likely a sign to back off. She probably has someone." He put the remote back on the coffee table and took a sip from his beer.

Christian rolled his eyes. "Have you seen the way she looks at you? Don't start imagining things just because she hasn't fallen at your feet, dude. Give her more time."

"How much time do I have to give her? Why can't she say if she likes me or not? Simple as that." He mumbled.

"I don't know if you noticed, but her life isn't easy. She became a mother at 16, as far as I know Noah's father was never in the picture, she works in a man's world while raising a seven-year-old boy. Maybe she finds it a little hard to believe that a football player with his career ahead of him wants to have a serious relationship with a woman who has a son to look after."

"But I do."

"So you need to tell her that."

"Pizzas are here!" Kai said.

You were waiting for another drink at the bar, when a cute guy approached you. He introduced himself and you did the same. He was tall, handsome with dark hair. He was exactly your type.

"Can I buy you a drink?" His voice was deep and he had a beautiful smile.

"That won't be necessary." You were already tipsy and flirting wasn't something you were used to doing.

"Why? Do you have a boyfriend around here somewhere?" He came closer and propped his arm on the bar.

Without thinking, a picture of Mason popped into your head. "Ah, no. I don't." His smile widened even more and at that moment you began to compare him to Mason. His smile wasn't as beautiful as Mason's. Mason's voice was softer and calmer, while the man in front of you had a deep and husky tone. As your drink was set down in front of you, you took that as an opportunity to move away. "Uh… I've to go. My friends are waiting for me." You muttered an apology and left the man behind.

You sat down next to your friends and the anniversary girl grinned at you. "Who was that hot guy? Still breaking hearts wherever you go, girl?"

"Stop it. He just wanted to buy me a drink."

"And why didn't you let him?"

"Because she likes someone else!" Said Sofia from the other side of the table. You gave her a pleading look to be quiet, but as she had already drunk too much, she did just the opposite.

"What? No way. Who is it?"

"No on--"

"Mason Mount." Sofia said and, taking a sip from her drink, she gave you an innocent look. You groaned and hid your face between your hands, while the rest of the girls looked at you surprised. "But guess what: He likes her too. He already confessed." The gasps around the group made you want to disappear from embarrassment.

"There's nothing between me and Mason. We're just friends." The girls kept looking at you, waiting for you to develop the subject. "I'm not looking for a relationship and you know that."

"Why? He's a good guy and it seems like he really likes you."

"After Noah's father I---"

The boys had already left, leaving Kai and Mason alone to clean up their mess. Mason didn't really want to go home and since Sofia would kill Kai for the mess they had made, he decided to stay and help him clean up.

"Do you think she'll notice the stain on the pillow?" Kai asked him with a serious tone.

Mason couldn't help but laugh. "She's a woman, of course she'll notice."

He groaned. "I'm going to hide it in the car to take it to the laundry tomorrow. Maybe she won't notice it's gone."

Mason laughed at his friend's exasperation and continued to clear the empty bottles and cans into a bin bag. It had been a good night and it didn't look like it, but his friends were good at giving advice.

He was emptying an unfinished bottle into the sink when he heard Kai's phone ring. "KAI? The phone!" He shouted.

He heard something falling followed by a curse. "It must be Sofia. Pick it up please!"

Mason put the bottle into the bag and washed his hands before picking up the phone with Sofia's photo. "Hey Soph! It's Mason, Kai's a bit busy." He could hear the loud music in the background.

"Mason?" Her voice sounded confused for a moment. "Oh Mason, yes it's you." She giggled. She was clearly drunk and when Kai entered the room, Mason decided to put the conversation on speaker. "You're exactly the person we need."

They both propped their hands on the kitchen island and looked back and forth between themselves and the phone. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to tell Kai to come and get you?"

Kai decided to stay quiet to see what his drunk girlfriend was up to. "No, no, no!" She said softly. "It has to be you. Oh, this is just perfect."

Mason looked at Kai with a questioning look and Kai shrugged. "I mean, sure, but why me? I'm with Kai."

"I need you to take my friend home." Mason didn't know Sofia had gone out with you, but Kai quietly picked up on what his girlfriend was up to and what friend she was talking about. "She's totally drunk and doesn't want to go home. And besides, she's a mega fan of yours."

Kai looked proudly at the phone. Even drunk and with her heels most likely in her hand already, his girlfriend played matchmaker between her friends. "Sure babe. Mason and I will pick you up."

"Oh, hi gorgeous!" Her voice became soft and more girly when she heard her boyfriend's voice. "You two are the best. Love you." She didn't wait for an answer and hung up.

Mason looked at his friend speechless. "You drive and drop us at home first." Kai said, already picking up his house keys.

"Why? It's her friend."

"Her house is closer to yours."

The rest of your friends had already left a few minutes ago, and you and Sofia were waiting outside the club for the lift that you believed was Kai.

You had drunk too much and the next morning you would most likely regret it, but you didn't remember the last time you had so much fun with your friends.

"I think I won't be able to get up from bed tomorrow morning!" Sofia muttered. Leaning her head against your shoulder.

You laughed and agreed with her.

Mason had just taken a turn into the street of the club when he instantly saw Sofia sitting on the sidewalk with his supposed fan.

"What the--?" He looked at Kai and his friend gave him an apologetic expression. "You didn't say her friend was Y/a."

"Forgot to mention that." He joked. "See it as an opportunity. Now you can talk to her."

Mason stopped the car in front of the girls. "While drunk? Yes, that's a great idea." His sarcasm was visible on his face.

"Who knows, maybe she'll confess that she likes you too. Drunk words, sober thoughts."

You had your eyes closed and were humming along to the music coming from the club. You didn't want to go home, but Sofia had dragged you out and explained that it was already late.

You opened your eyes again when you heard a car door close. To your surprise, you saw Mason's car parked in front of you. For a moment you thought you were hallucinating.

You both looked at each other while Kai picked up his girlfriend who told him how handsome he was.

"What are you doing here?"

He held out his hands for you to take. "Let me help you." You looked at his hands as if they were something new. "Please."

Hesitantly you took his hands and he pulled you up. You let out a surprised cry and one of his arms wraps warmly around your waist, holding you tight.

You stared at his lips. "I'm going to kill Sofia." You mutter. "This is a bad combination."

"What is a bad combination?"

"You and me. When I'm drunk."

Mason smirked. "Let's take you home. Come on."

Mason helped you into the front seat and put the seat belt around your body. You looked around the car while Mason sat in the driver's seat. Sofia was already sitting in the back seat next to Kai, her head on his shoulder and her eyes closed.

You looked at him intently. He drove silently, concentrating on the road. He looked good every day, but he looked even hotter in your drunken state. When he looked at you again, you quickly looked out the window and for a second you felt dizzy. Mason noticed and took out a bottle of water from the compartment of his door.

"Here. Drink this." You took it and thanked him. "Kai, does Soph want one too?"

"No, mate. She's already in dreamland."

You had fallen asleep, because the next moment Mason was whispering and running his hand up and down your arm.

"Y/a? Wake up. You're home." His voice was soft and very calm.

You looked outside and saw that he had parked in front of your house. He helped you get out and for the first time that evening his perfume got up your nose, and unlike the other days it wasn't good for you.

"Oh, my god. No!" You pushed him away, surprising him. You supported yourself against the car door and looked down feeling everything come up in your throat.

"You okay?" He ran his hand over your back, but didn't come too close.

You took a few deep breaths. "Your cologne is making me sick." Sensing it was a false alarm, you looked at him again.

"What is making you sick is the alcohol!"

You walked to the front door, Mason following close on your heels, making sure you wouldn't fall.

You leaned against the front door and looked at him with the most innocent expression he had ever seen on you. "Are you mad at me?"

You looked so carefree that he couldn't help but fall a little more in love with you. He just wished you'd be like this around him every day.

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because I have been ignoring you." Mason knew you'd never admit it if you weren't drunk. Most likely, you would say that you had been busy with work or that it was just a coincidence that he hadn't seen you all week. "It's not like I wanted to ignore you. It's just difficult to be around you."

Mason wanted to hear more, but he felt like he would be taking advantage of you. He wanted to know your reasons but when you weren't drunk.

"We'll talk about that another time, okay? Give me the keys, and I'll help you inside."

You run through your handbag, looking for the house keys. "Oh."

"Can I see?" You handed him the handbag, and with the light above your door, he looked inside it. "Did you lose your keys? Look in your jacket pockets."

You started laughing when you felt the pockets were empty. "I think I gave them to Sophia."

Mason looked at her with his mouth open. "Why? You don't have a spare key hidden?" You shook your head. Mason scratched the back of his neck. What would he do now?

"Oh look, it's Bobby!" You said about your neighbour's cat and started to walk away, but your feets got tangled, and almost fell down if Mason hadn't grabbed you and pulled you to him.

"You're coming home with me!" His hand slid down and locked with yours.

In the car, so you wouldn't fall back asleep, Mason asked you about your night, and for the rest of the ride your voice was the only thing he heard. And how he loved to hear your voice.

At his house, he grabbed your hand again and walked you through the hallway.

You looked down at your hands. "Why do they fit so well?"

He opened the door to his bedroom and let you in. "Because they are meant to be together." He cringed at his own clingy words.

The bedroom was nice, but the only thing that caught your eye was the big bed that looked more comfortable than yours. You crawled into the bed and let out a sigh.

Mason smiled at your boldness. "Let me take off your handbag." He made you sit and pulled out the handbag from around your body. "Can I take your jacket and heels?"

He was really sweet and you nodded. He took off your jacket and then kneeled down, taking your heels and placing them next to the bed. You quickly fell back down on the bed.

You saw him walk toward, what you assumed was the closet. He said something, but when you didn't answer he came out, with a t-shirt and joggers folded in his hands.

"Hm?"

"Do you want to put on something more comfortable?" The light wasn't that bright, but you could see the visible blush on his cheeks.

"Sure." You sat up. Mason placed down the clothes on the bed and was going to walk away when you grabbed his wrist. "Can you help me with the zipper?"

Your drunken self was a tease and Mason could feel his insides burn. You stood up from the bed and turned your back to him, taking your hair from the way.

Mason swallowed the lump in his throat and grabbed the zipper. He cursed under his breath and started to pull the zipped down, more slowly than necessary, torturing not only you but himself.

"Did you make a bet on me too?" Mason furrowed his eyebrows. "To see how many times you can get in my pants?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Men only want me for that. What's so different about you?"

The dress was opened and he turned you around. "The difference is that I like you. A lot." He was starting to realise what happened to your relationship with Noah's father. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"You could have any girl in the world, so yeah, it's hard to believe."

He cupped your face. "You're the only woman who makes my heart flutter. Just say the word and I'm putty in your hands." He pulled back the covers and sat you down. "Change your clothes and go to sleep. I'll be in the living room if you need anything. Goodnight Y/a."

"Goodnight, Mason."

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endless-summer-soldier · 10 months

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cruel to be kind - chapter one

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

warnings: alcohol use, cursing

word count: 1.4k

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There were three bangs that came from the other side of the wall and a voice yelled, “KEEP IT DOWN. SOME OF US HAVE STUDYING TO DO.”

The small group of college boys playing Nintendo 64 groaned and turned the music down a few notches. This was a usual occurrence for a Thursday night.

“She is such a bitch!” Zemo said.

“Come on, cut her some slack,” Bucky said.

“Since when are you defending her?” Sam asked.

“I’m just saying, if you guys were my neighbors, I’d be annoyed too.”

“Alright then Barnes if you like her so much-”

“I don’t even know her,” Bucky interrupted.

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” Zemo continued.

“What’s that?”

“Take her on a date.”

“No chance,” Bucky scoffed.

“I dare you.”

“I’m not ten years old. Daring me to do something isn’t gonna work.”

“Oh I see,” Sam added, “You know she won’t say yes.”

“That’s not it-”

“I didn’t think you were afraid of a challenge,” Zemo added.

“I’m not-”

“Sounds like you’re making a lot of excuses,” Sam said.

Bucky clenched his jaw in frustration, “Fine, fine. I will take her out on a date if it’ll get you two to shut up.”

As the other two went back to playing video games, Bucky started wracking his brain on how he was going to pull this off. Y/N was Zemo and Sam’s next door neighbor and she had a bit of a bad reputation on campus. She was the star player on the field hockey team and the only thing more lethal than her stick handling was her sarcasm. She didn’t put up with any bullshit, and people found that to be intimidating. But Bucky wasn’t intimidated, he just had to think through his first move.

He sat on the bleachers watching as field hockey practice drew to a close. Once the final whistle sounded, he took a final puff of his cigarette, dropped it on the ground and crushed it under the heel of his leather boot. He sauntered over to the bench where Y/N was gulping down a cup of water.

“Hey there doll,” he said, capturing her attention, “How are you doing?”

She crushed the cup in her hand and said, “Sweating like a pig.”

“Now there’s a way to get a guy’s attention,” he replied. She started packing up her things in a duffel bag.

“My mission in life. But I caught your attention, so you see it worked.”

She grabbed her things and started walking off the field as he followed. “Pick you up on Friday then?” he replied.

She rolled her eyes and said, “Oh right, Friday...uh-huh.”

“I'm serious," he added.

She stopped walking and turned toward him, “Do you even know my name?”

“I know a lot more than you think.”

“I highly doubt that,” she said, picking up her pace. He stood there watching her leave.

“Think about it!” he called.

She turned around just for a moment to flip him off with both hands and then continued off the field. He stood there shaking his head with a smile. He lit another cigarette and watched her leave, wondering what his next move would be.

Bucky stumbled across Y/N rather unexpectedly a few days later. He spotted her in the window of the record shop, browsing through albums, and decided to wait out front to say hi. She walked out of the store with a few vinyls and stopped in her tracks when she saw him.

“Hi,” he said, with a smile.

“What, are you stalking me now?”

“I was in the laundromat and I saw you in the window and thought I’d say hi.”

“Hi,” she said, walking away from him.

“You’re not much of a talker are you?”

“Can’t say that I am.”

Bucky took a few quick steps so that he was ahead of her and then came to a stop, blocking her path.

“You’re not afraid of me are you?” he said.

“Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?”

“Most people are.”

“Okay well I’m not.”

“You may not be afraid of me, but I bet you’ve thought about me naked,” he said in his most sultry voice.

She stared at him for a moment, choosing her words very carefully.

“Wow, am I that transparent?” she replied, sarcastically. With that she nudged him out of the way and continued on her path. She turned around and saw him standing there, watching her walk away. She stuck her tongue out at him and continued on her way. He lit a cigarette as he watched her trudge off in the opposite direction.

Bucky wasn’t giving up on her that easily. It wasn’t because he wanted to win the dare, now his interest was piqued. He could always rely on his good looks to charm women, but this girl was different. His normal moves weren’t even scratching the surface. He would have to get creative. He deduced from the run in at the record store that she liked music. As luck would have it, a local girl band was playing a set at one of the bars nearby and Bucky thought there was a good chance he might run into her there.

He walked into the bar and he immediately stuck out like a sore thumb. The place was filled with women and Bucky stood about a foot taller than everyone. He immediately made his way to the bar where he caught up with one of the bartenders he knew.

“What are you doing here man?” he asked Bucky.

Bucky downed a shot of Jameson and said, “I have no idea.” The bartender poured him another drink when Bucky saw Y/N dancing in the crowd. He almost didn’t recognize her with such a big smile on her face. She was usually scowling at him, but tonight she let her hair down and was laughing and dancing with her friends. He watched her for the next few songs when she suddenly started weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Bucky brought his attention back to the bar where he took a big swig of his drink and then gazed back up to watch the band. He saw Y/N approach the corner of the bar but he kept his attention focused on the band, waiting for her to approach him. She ordered a round of drinks and then she spotted him.

She slid over toward him and said, “If you’re planning on asking me out, you might as well get it over with.”

“Do you mind?” he said, glancing at her briefly before looking back at the band, “I’m trying to listen.”

“You’re not even going to offer to buy me a drink?”

Bucky signaled to the bartender and ordered them two tequila shots and smiled at Y/N. The bartender placed the shots in front of them and Bucky took the salt shaker and sprinkled a pinch of salt on the back of her hand before doing the same to his own. He wedged the lime slice between his fingers and he held up the shot glass to her. She clinked his glass and they licked the salt, downed the shot, and then sucked on the limes.

“So what are you doing here?” she finally asked him.

“I come here a lot.”

“Not sure if you noticed, but you are one of the few guys in this bar right now.”

“Maybe this is where I come to pick up women.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said.

He shrugged, “I needed a change of scenery.”

“Ah, did you get hustled at your regular pool hall? Can’t show your face there anymore?”

“Something like that,” he smirked at her.

“Well as much as I’d love to hear that story, I have people waiting on me,” she said, grabbing the round she ordered. She collected the glasses and turned, walking back towards the dancefloor. But Bucky wasn’t finished yet. He brought his drink and followed in her footsteps.

“Come to a party with me tomorrow,” he leaned over her shoulder and spoke in her ear. She turned to look at him, rolled her eyes, and shook her head in disbelief.

“Was that a yes?” he added.

“No.”

“Was it a no?”

“...No.”

“Great, I’ll see you at 10:30.” Before she could protest, he disappeared in the crowd.

“That smug son of a bitch,” she muttered to herself, returning to her friends.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes college au

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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Missing our plm couple extra today. Wonder what they’re doing 🫶🏼

I’ve had this on my drafts for a while and decided to finish it with the image of long-haired and glasses JK in mind. It sort of sets up the stage for the The Fight as well. I hope you enjoy 🥰

Title: Please Love Me Bonus 06 - I tell you everything.

WC: 4,421

Tags/Warnings: suggestive

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Five minutes. Jungkook’s phone pings.

No 10.

Or maybe 15 sorry hun I’m still packing up but also it’s the last day of class so everyone’s chatting it up oh you can come in if you want! Another ping.

Jungkook laughs at your run-on sentences and knows you’ll be cringing at them later. But he’s also imagining you looking a little stressed, trying to multitask between fixing your tools and saying your goodbyes to your classmates.

He turns off the engine and exits the car. It’s when he gets another message - Kook, can you come? I need help with my things 🥺 - that he jogs the block to the art studio and makes a left to the hallway where your class is.

He looks around, in awe of how the decor at the west wing quickly changes. In the half year that you’ve been enrolled in your drawing class, he’s visited you a few times and each time, the art pieces hanging on the wall have been different. He’d spied a few of yours, too, and he’d spent too much time just admiring your work and imagining what inspired you or what you were thinking, something he always asked you about later on.

But one other thing he likes to do when he picks you up is peek through the half-wall window and not-so-creepily watch you work on your piece - focused eyes surrounded by your soft features, with only a look of determination mixed with pure passion for the craft. You did say you’ve come to love drawing after all.

It’s through his visits that your classmates have come to know him, too - that first time, one asked if he was the nude art model and another yelled they wished he was. Jungkook didn’t miss your slightly embarrassed and flushed face when you finally claimed him as your husband. The room melted into a puddle, with oohs and ahhs reverberating through the walls when he greeted you with a forehead kiss and picked up your things as he often does.

Jungkook does all those again today. He sees one of your pieces and imagines what you were thinking of as you painted the sky green, then he turns to the room where the sound of applause catches his attention. But then his smile - the one he’s been sporting since this afternoon when he got to free up his evening so he could attend your event with you tonight - fades, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout forming on his face.

He’s familiarized himself with all your classmates and colleagues, and that half-naked man with firm pectorals and large biceps and chiseled jaw and sharp nose is definitely not one of them.

Back inside, you’re busy putting away all your pencils giggling at the light banter between your classmates. You’d asked Jungkook to help you with some of your things and you know he’s probably waiting outside.

Before your gaze wanders outside, you look around the room and meet deep-set, hazelnut eyes - intense and paralyzing as they bore into you. You’re quite surprised, and as you zip up your bag, you accidentally hit your easel. You shut your eyes as reflex, ready for it to make that sound as it hits the floor.

But it doesn’t.

“You nervous or something?”

The man’s voice is deep. It’s familiar, and as you look up, you know why it is.

He’s putting in place the easel that you almost knocked over. He’s got a smirk on, and you wonder if your flushed form has anything to do with it. You didn’t really expect that the man whose backside you were drawing just minutes ago would be speaking to you. The models for your nude drawing class don’t exactly interact with the artists - it’s kind of weird to do that when strangers have basically seen every part of you.

But he’s here in front of you with a twinkle in his eyes that have now softened, and you’re only able to shake your head. Sure, he's handsome, but he’s also still half-naked - you’re not exactly sure how to process that outside of your drawing bubble.

“You’re rushing, then?” He asks.

“Uh, sort of?” You chuckle, relaxing a little as you try to focus on just his face.

“That’s a shame. I heard that Mrs. Yang’s treating your class to dinner and she invited me. I was really hoping I’d see you there,” he replies.

“Oh? I’ve got an event tonight. Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Sort of,” he chuckles now. “I’ve modeled for some of her other classes and no one draws me quite like you do. They seem so real and so intimate. Mrs. Yang said I could personally ask you if I could bring home your drawings of me. I like how you’re able to capture the—”

He’s cut off by the sound of a throat clearing and Jungkook turning you towards him with a deep kiss on your lips, his hand gripping your waist tightly as he lingers on your skin.

“Hey, babe,” he says.

“Kook,” you blink up at him, surprised again by the desperation in his actions. “Hi,” you recover, smiling at his presence despite the scowl on his face.

“You ready to go?” He sounds in a hurry, uninterested.

“Yeah, I was just talking to Samuel. He was asking for my drawings of him.”

“Is he now?” Jungkook arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms. He looks up and down the man in question who still has a smirk on his face.

“I am,” Samuel replies, assessing your husband from head to toe just the same. “___ draws me so beautifully. Her pieces make the hours-long process of posing nude all worth it. She’s got an amazing eye, among other things.”

If you didn’t really care much for him earlier, now, you don’t care much for him at all. You want to tell him off for how shameless he’s being, but the selfish and silly part of you wants to know how your husband would react and well, follow up that sudden kiss he gave you to get your attention.

“She does,” Jungkook replies. “She’s obviously talented but she’s also had some practice. I mean, I’m her muse when it comes to this… nude drawing thing and yeah, I know all about posing for so long being worth it.”

Jungkook gives you a naughty smile and you know exactly what he’s thinking about. “It’s quite the gift when you’re married to an artist, you know?”

“Ah, you’re married, I see,” Samuel hums, glancing at your left hand that’s now sporting the ring that you remove every time you draw or paint. “That’s good. For both of you. Not for me but yeah, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he turns to you, chuckling now, realizing at how stupid he seemed. “But can I still keep the artwork, if that’s okay and not weird for your husband?”

“Her work, her choice,” Jungkook responds.

“Sure, if it’s as nice as you say it,” you shrug, not minding much. It’s always a compliment when your model reacts that way to your final output. “You can just ask Mrs. Yang for them.”

“It is, I truly mean it,” Samuel smiles more genuinely this time. “And yes, I’ll choose the best one, although that might be difficult. They’re all great.”

“Thank you, Samuel,” you grin, not interested to keep this on. “I’ll get going now. It was a pleasure.”

“It was. I hope to see you around,” he smirks again, and you don’t miss the scowl that graces your husband’s face once more.

You wave goodbye to your classmates and tell them you’ll catch up with them another time. It’s when you exit the building that you turn to Jungkook, his frowned expression turning into a pout.

“What was that, Mr. Jeon?” You giggle.

“What?” He’s defensive, even as he takes your hand and leads you down the street.

“Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing with that kiss and head-to-toe look and hidden meanings in your words, hmm? Are you threatened?”

You’re teasing, a rarity for you because Jungkook does get quite jealous and you’ve never wanted to push him, but something about him in his work attire, rolled up sleeves with tattoos exposed and all that makes you want to just try. He looks tough like this, especially with his hair that he’s growing out, but the glasses he’s been wearing more frequently just makes him adorable. It’s a kind of sexy that you’ve been enjoying lately.

“Just never seen him before,” he shrugs. “And he was obviously flirting with you. Like, ‘you’ve got a great eye among other things’? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Yeah, I thought he was just being friendly until that,” you laugh. “He’s modeled just 3 times including today. He’s apparently an artist, too, so he knows a lot about forms and stuff. So that’s kind of nice, being complimented like that.”

“Hmm, probably. You also couldn’t stop looking at him.”

“Hey!” You nudge Jungkook. “It’s only because his body is so overwhelming, you know?”

“And what about mine?” He frowns.

“Perfect - just the way I like it,” you turn towards him, stopping him in his tracks so he could look at you and see the love in your eyes. “You, my dear husband, are the most handsome and sexiest being in this world, with or without clothes, and I absolutely adore every inch of you, every ridge and every dip and every beauty mark and every scar.”

You cup his cheeks and feel them rise to his eyes as he can’t help but smile at your words.

“No need to worry, okay?” You assure. “Classes are over and I’m satisfied with my nude drawing abilities already, especially with the muse I’ve got.” You wink, liking how he blushes. He takes your hand and lovingly kisses it before kissing your forehead.

“Hmm, might want to draw me again soon so that this is the only nude body you’ll remember,” he winks.

“Oh trust me, this is the only nude body I remember,” you respond, resting your palms on his chest.

He takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his warm breath tingling your skin. “Good. I’ll keep reminding you though, maybe tonight? Or right when we get home?” He hums in satisfaction and kisses your lips.

You giggle in his hold. “Kook, we’re in public,” you remind him, as an old woman chuckles as she passes by you both.

“I don’t care,” he huffs.

“I do,” you answer, though your words don’t have a bite in them.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he arches a brow.

“Do I need to?” You tease, tracing his defined pecs underneath his silk polo as you bite your lip.

“Fuck, let’s go.”

You arrive at the grand estate of Mr. Lee that’s right at the edge of the city. It took a while to get here, as you and Jungkook took too much time feeling each other up before you actually got dressed, but it was something you didn’t mind. He gets riled up when he gets jealous, and you’d shyly told him it was quite a turn on. You would’ve passed up on this event if it wasn’t so important to you, and he understood. He promised to continue what you’d both started after, though, and that really got you smiling.

The mansion is buzzing. Clanking sounds of champagne flutes, soft munching of canapés, and laughter and conversations fill the grand room and the hallways nearby. There are many familiar people - and not because you know them from the art world, you know them because of your family and Jungkook’s. Those present in the viewing of Mr. Lee’s private art collection are big names in the business and entertainment industry, after all. But they’re here by personal invitation and their appreciation of art, including you.

It’s a twice a year event, and you’re lucky that one of Mr. Lee’s granddaughters is currently your student in the weekly art class for children that you’ve been teaching for the past few months. Her mother befriended you and was kind enough to invite you tonight, and you couldn’t be happier, especially when Jungkook messaged you earlier that he was able to free up his evening to accompany you here. You’ve been busy with various projects on top of the classes you take and conduct, and you wanted to spend time with your husband, even if half the time you’d be gushing about the pieces anyway, something he said he wouldn’t mind at all.

You find your way to look at a contemporary piece, telling Jungkook about the artist, when someone calls your name. You turn to the side and see a familiar face.

“Chi-won,” you smile. “It’s good to see you here.”

You return the hug that the man gives you and introduce your husband.

“You, too, although I figured you’d be here,” he grins. “You’re why I got invited in the first place. I heard you recommended the tattoo shop to Mr. Lee’s daughter. She came a few weeks ago and found out I collect art, too, and she invited me tonight. So thank you.”

“Ah, that’s wonderful,” you chirp. “She said her friends aren’t into the arts so she gives the invitations to even acquaintances whom she thinks would appreciate it. I’m glad you get to witness this, too. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Jungkook zones out a little once you and your friend start talking about the artists whose works are displayed in the estate. Somehow, art talk is only interesting to him when it’s you who’s talking, so he lets his mind wander a bit until he hears the words that sort of knock him out.

“Loving the tattoo, by the way. It looks really great now that it’s healed,” the man says.

Saying it’s great means he’s looking at it, and looking at it means he’s got his eyes on the colored ink painted on the valley between your breasts. Much as Jungkook adores the low-cut neckline of your wine-colored satin dress, that obviously also means that other people get a peek at it, too. The tattoo is beautiful - it’s his birth flower, after all, and he feels blessed everyday that you got it because of him, and that he gets to marvel at it every single day. He just doesn’t like the thought of others having that opportunity, too.

“Thank you,” you gush. “You’ve got amazing people at the shop, and that’s because of you. I really love it, and so does my husband. Right, Kook?”

You turn to him and Jungkook manages a curt nod and an almost-whisper of “of course.” Is… is he the man who put this on you?

You and Chi-won say your goodbyes as he heads to the other wing, and you turn to Jungkook with his curious look mixed with a tinge of nervousness.

“He’s a tattoo artist at the shop where I got the flower done,” you say, realizing what your statement could imply once Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Oh! He didn’t tattoo me, Kook. He just owns the shop,” you explain, not wanting your husband to worry that another man got to see your bare chest. Jungkook’s face relaxes and you hear his sigh of relief. “I told you I’d get a woman to do it even if you didn’t ask for it. I don’t exactly want to expose my body to another man, you know?”

“Just me, huh?” Jungkook shyly smiles now.

“Of course, honey. No one else.” You kiss his nose and like how his eyes close and how his features soften at the act.

You both continue the tour around the mansion. There’s an entire area dedicated to all the pieces - paintings, sculptures, mixed media art - and you gush at each one. Somehow Jungkook feels like it’s just you and him in your own little bubble. Even with the people you greet every once in a while, you choose to experience the collection with just him, even if you know he doesn’t understand half of the things you’re explaining - he’s said he likes just hearing the tone of your voice and the way your eyes crinkle when you talk about the things that make you happy.

Unfortunately, he has to burst that, as he takes an important work call and excuses himself. It takes 15 minutes but when he returns, there you are with yet another man gushing over you, it seems like, as the tall man with incredibly strong features and perfect hair shows you photos from his phone and laughs along with you.

Jungkook stands there, not wanting to burst the bubble you have with another person who gets you, in that sense - someone who gets your art, your world, your passion, and who gets to respond to you with more than just “ah, that’s cool,” the way he does. So he lets you have your moment, your space. He’ll step in in a while, he tells himself.

“Why is it that every time I see you in one of these things, you’ve always got that look on your face as you watch your wife socialize with another man from afar?”

Jungkook knows the voice before he even turns to the side and finds Kim Namjoon, your brother’s close friend and a staple in these events as an art collector himself. He’s become familiar to Jungkook, too, finding him during the times when he’s stuck on his spot as he chooses to observe you from afar. Because the man’s right - this happens more frequently than Jungkook likes to admit.

“It comes with marrying a talented and beautiful woman, I guess,” Jungkook chuckles. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, it’s her world and she stands out,” Namjoon responds.

“She stands out anywhere, actually, with anyone,” Jungkook responds, letting the thought settle in before he continues. “The man’s this big shot executive and a single dad. His 5-year old is in her art class and the kid adores her so I don’t blame the guy for admiring my wife. She’s great with kids.”

“Is it really admiration, though? Looks like he’s just showing off his son to her,” Namjoon observes, as the man holds up his phone to show you various photos to both of your delight. You’re laughing along with the man, smiling as he shows more.

“Yeah? I mean, look at the way he looks at her,” Jungkook responds.

He should be used to it by now. You have a comforting charm about you, and if he wasn’t a stuck up teenager, he would’ve realized that very early on. But no; he’d shut you out and only got to see just how good it is to be around you once he’d married you.

Your students in art class are a testament to that - it’s no wonder you were asked to add another schedule because the kids enjoy your sessions that much. Their parents are a testament to that as well. Even strangers are. But it hits differently, as he sees how the man softly watches you laugh and coo at his own son. There’s a certain glow on your face when it comes to children - Jungkook won’t blame anyone for finding that beautiful.

“Hmm, it’s nothing compared to the way she looks at you, though,” Namjoon says. “You’d be laughing or something, or socializing when you’re in your world, and she’d be looking at you with the brightest stars in her eyes.”

Jungkook looks at the older man with questioning eyes.

“I’ve been to some of your family’s galas, Jungkook. She hangs with me sometimes when you’re off to do your duties, and it always made me smile how adoringly she looked at you, whether up close or from afar.”

“That’s, uh… that’s nice to know,” Jungkook hums, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

“And it shouldn’t be news to you anymore. She may be catching a lot of people’s attention but at the end of day, all she wants is you.”

And right on cue, you look around and find him, your soft eyes asking if he’s okay. Jungkook nods - to you and to Namjoon’s suggestion of going over to you.

“Hey, hun,” you take his hand as he gets closer. “This is Woobin, Sunoo’s dad. He was just showing me photos of them painting the new playroom.” You turn to the other man. “This is Jungkook, my husband.”

“Hi,” Jungkook shakes Woobin’s hand. “So you’re the father of the famous Sunoo. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ah, so she’s talked about him,” Woobin chuckles. “And yes, I am. My son adores your wife, as many of the kids and their parents surely do.”

“___ talks about the kids at her class all the time,” Jungkook smiles, realizing it now. “They just make her so happy.”

Despite your busy schedule full of your own classes and the ones you run, on top of your actual job at the art firm and being an artist yourself, you’re devoid of any stress once you start talking about your students. You know what they like to paint or draw, know how to help them improve, and have so many ideas to make them appreciate art even more. It’s no wonder they love you as much as they do.

“Ah, that’s no surprise. I’m just glad my son got to enroll in her class. I heard it’s tough to get into it now since she’s in demand,” Woobin states. “But it was nice to meet you, Jungkook, and nice to see you again, ___. Sunoo will be happy to know I saw you tonight.”

You and Jungkook bid him goodbye and you turn to your husband, smiling sweetly at him.

“I’ve seen everything tonight,” you inform him. “Another round of desserts and then we can go?”

“Sure, but I’m suddenly craving for churros and ice cream,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s go to McDonald’s, then.”

“Alright, but uh, are you cold? Do you want to put this on?”

Jungkook removes his coat and offers it to you, and though you know the breeze outside is manageable, you take it, somehow wanting him much closer tonight. You also know that perhaps it’s your low neckline that he’s a bit wary of.

“Sure, Kook. Thank you.”

You lean on Jungkook’s shoulder and hum in satisfaction over the strawberry-flavored sundae. “Hmm, this is almost just as good as the desserts at the event.”

“Babe, McDonald’s is always just as good or better than anything,” Jungkook says with a half-full mouth. “It’s truly amazing.”

“It is. Somehow it cleanses our palette of rich-people stuff, doesn’t it?” You laugh and he joins you. It’s something that sparked your bond in the beginning, after all, and that hasn’t changed.

“Yeah, but it’s also just my happy food, you know? Grease, sweets, unhealthy stuff… delicious.”

“Happy food, huh? Did something upset you tonight? Or maybe someone?” You ask, wanting to know if him stepping away while you spoke with Woobin has something to do with it.

“Not really. Woobin didn’t cross a line,” Jungkook says, an admission that he knows what you’re talking about. “I mean, he was looking at you like a man with a crush, though, and I can’t blame him but he knew his boundaries. Good for him.”

“Of course he does, Kook. He knows I have a husband.”

“Yes, after you told him you couldn’t have coffee with him when he asked you out, which means that he was interested and he probably still is, like that nude model who was definitely into you.”

You turn to look at him who’s busy with his sundae but clearly bothered, but not enough to be angry. You’ve always been honest with him, the way he’d always been honest about the women at the Clubhouse who’d thrown themselves at him after one of his soccer games. You’ve always trusted each other, and you’re just glad that that’s always been enough to not have any miscommunication or arguments because of it.

“Ah, Samuel. Yeah, that was new.”

“Oh? He’s never hinted on a crush? Dude was looking at you like you were all he could see,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Yeah, then you came in with a kiss and swept me off my feet,” you teasingly roll your eyes. “How romantic.”

“Sorry, it was just reflex,” he explains.

“I know, but you have nothing to worry about, okay? I tell you everything. Maybe not the mundane interactions or insignificant things that I easily forget but the important ones.”

“I know,” he says, smiling at you. “And you know I tell you everything, too.”

“You do,” you smile back. “But thank you for making it tonight. You’ve been so busy and I’m just glad I got to be with you.”

“Anything for you, babe. You’ve been so busy, too, and honestly, I didn’t mind moving the meeting with my father since I wasn’t really ready. Plus, all I had to say was that I was accompanying you to an art event and he let me go. You’re a spoiled daughter-in-law, you know that?”

You laugh at his teasing and the fact that your husband had the gall to ask his own father and boss to move a meeting for you.

“I am, actually. And now it benefits you, too!”

“It benefits both of us,” he corrects. “But tonight was good. I mean, I kinda had to ward off certain men but I didn’t mind. It was still a fun one.”

“It was,” you hum, basking in his boyish smile and the twinkle in his eyes. Something comes alive inside you when he looks at you this way, and amidst the midnight buzzing of a McDonald’s in the city, you move closer and kiss his lips, gentle but wanting, and you feel him smile even wider against you.

“Babe, we’re in public,” he teases, and much as he likes to do that, he also enjoys it when you get a little flustered even when you mouth that you ‘don’t care.’

You peck his cheek and pull him, and as you walk to the car with his coat over your shoulder, as you talk about the art collection all the way home, and as you share a bath and then lie bare underneath the covers with your tangled limbs, Jungkook only knows this - this is your world, and in the one you both share, you’re the only two people who matter.

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billkaulitzwife · 8 months

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"You're Alright"

Reader x Moe Doodle comfort, some German dialogue, tw for sh!!

The rain pelted onto every inch of my body. I felt like I was about to collapse; my feet were killing me. I was about halfway home when I saw a car with its brights on. They stopped once they had reached me. “Hey, you need a ride anywhere?”

“No, no, I’m good.” I answered, the cold rain tickling my back with every inch I moved.

“You sure? You seem really cold and scared.” They persisted. It was a woman with her kids in the back. Her eyes seemed full of concern and her eyebrows raised yet furrowed.

I looked around and lowered my head in defeat. “If you have a towel I can… I don’t want to get your seats all wet.” “You’re in luck! We’re on our way back from the lake shore an hour and a half away… Conesus I think?” She pondered for a moment then turned to the eldest, who was quick to pull a couple towels from the back.

The woman leaned over quickly and opened the door after she had sprawled the towel across the seat. I watched her hand swiftly turn the heat on. “So where are you headed?” I finally heard the Boston accent in her voice.

“Uhhh, it’s about 4 miles away… East B street on the corner of North D, big apartment building.” I pointed to the charger cable in a manner of asking to use it. She nodded. I plugged my phone in and the swarm of notifications hit like a bus.

I had 118 new messages. Most of which were missed calls from my parents and a pack of “Where are you?” from my siblings. But someone in the mess stood out to me. Moe.

Moe had sent me 30 messages and I had 7 missed calls from him.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

[3 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘚]

𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 4 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺

𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝘺/𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

[𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓]

Oh god, I thought to myself. This was bad. Was he okay? I know how he gets when he’s worried. One time he had a panic attack so horrible Rooney and I had to hold him down and help him realise what was happening. I was snapped out of my anxiety trance by my phone ringing. It was DeeDee calling me.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, what’s up?

“Hope you know Moe’s looking for you.”

“What do you mean looking?”

The call dropped. Once we had reached the apartment building, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It’s probably Josef, the doorkeeper. Until it wasn’t. I pulled my wallet out and handed the woman a 10 dollar bill and hopped out of the car, rushing to the door. The lady and her kids didn’t question it. It's not unusual in New York.

I ran into the spiralling door and then to the front desk. Where did the figure go? It wasn’t there by the time I had gotten inside. I spoke to the worker, we’re best friends, “Hey, Stacie! Sorry, I got caught in the rain on my way back home.”

“Hey girlie! No problem! Remember rent is due next Tuesday though.”

“I know! You remind me every day. Even when I see you next door.” I chuckled. “Oh by the way-”

“Just so you know, someone came looking for you. His name was… Poe? Bo? I don’t remember, but he was just in here, I think he went up to your room.” She smiled and handed me her leftover coffee. We got the same Starbucks order. “Wait, was that your man?”

“I-... Moe? Yeah probably. Anyways, I’m gonna head up to my room. I’ll see you in the morning!”

She nodded in acknowledgement as I turned towards the stairs and made my way to the 12th floor. I prefer taking the stairs for a multitude of reasons. Number one being that it keeps me fit and number two being elevators can get too crammed for my likings. I don’t get worn out by them anymore, but it still hurt my legs and feet because of the 5 miles I walked. I was nearing my floor when I bumped into Stacie’s boyfriend, Jared. He was a drunk when I first moved in a couple years ago, but he went to rehab and he’s a great guy now.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” He smiled as he held the door open.

“Hi, Jared, how’s it going?”

“It’s… well it’s going. Hope you have a goodnight though, I’m heading to work.” He nodded in a farewell motion.

I walked through the door and my jaw dropped when I saw Rooney and DeeDee banging on my apartment door. What they were saying was inaudible to me for the time being. I was frozen in place. What were they doing here? Why were they banging on my door? I wanted to say something and ask them what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t.

It only took a second for DeeDee to notice me. “Y/N!” She rushed towards me and gripped my arm, dragging me to my own door. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay, but you need to unlock the door! Moe won’t let us in!”

Moe? What was he doing in my apartment? I unlocked the door quickly and rushed in. “Moe?” We all said in unison.

“Moe, where are you?” I called out.

“Dee, you search the left, I’ll get the centre, and Y/N, you get the right.” We all nodded and split up.

I went into my bedroom, checking under my bed, sheets, in my closet, etc., but he wasn't there. “Moe! Are you okay, where are you?”

I heard a small thump from the bathroom. I just thought it was my cat, Scotty, so I didn’t mind it one bit. I didn’t think to check there. Until…

“Y/N?” I heard a whisper. “Y/N… is that you?” From the bathroom again. I ran in there and saw Moe sitting on the floor curled into a ball. His glossy eyes met mine as I kneeled down next to him. I felt my eyebrows raise and my lip curled. His voice broke the moment he saw me. “Y/N…”

“Found him!” I called to the others as I felt myself pulled towards Moe, hugging around his neck tightly. His hands were placed tight around my waist as he sobbed into my shoulder. I stroked his hair for a moment before kissing his cheek softly and pulling away slowly. “Hey, Moe… What's wrong?”

“I-... I-...” He was a stuttering mess…

“Moe!” Dee said as she rushed into the bathroom, Rooney behind her.

They stood in the doorway, worried expressions plastered on their faces. “Moe, what’s wrong?” Rooney asked worriedly. “You can take a minute if you need!”

I watched as Moe turned away from us, his knees still curled up onto his chest, “I just want Y/N right now…”

“Oh, okay… we’ll be in the living room if you need us!” Dee said with a melancholic smile as she and Roon walked away slowly.

Moe and I sat in silence for a moment until I softly shut the door and locked it. He peeked his head around before he started to cry again. “Hey… I’m right here, what’s the problem?” Moe turned and wiped his eyes. I felt my eyes get cold and my vision went blurry. I wiped my eyes before he could see. “Moe… Honey…”

“I didn’t know where you were…” He whispered, “I was worried something b-bad happened to you… so I panicked…"

I hummed in response, "It's okay, just steady your breathing hon…"

He took a few deep breaths and that's when I noticed the blood on my floor. Moe looked up at me with his teary and shiny brown eyes. I softly grabbed his arm, lifting it up and collapsing into his chest. That's when I, too, started crying. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to… I just…"

"Moe, it's okay… You're alright now, I'm safe and home. I'm still here."

He sniffled into my shoulder and then moved his face down to my chest. He did the unthinkable and pulled his sleeve up to show me the scars and blood that covered his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N… I-... I couldn’t breathe or feel anything and I was so worried you were dead or kidnapped or…”

“Moe…” I said as I pulled my own sleeves up, revealing the horrible memories of highschool. Sure, there may have been some recent ones from my last visit to my mother’s, but Moe mattered more to me at this moment. He needed to know he’s not alone in this. “Baby, I’m so sorry… You’re not alone no matter what, okay?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly. “I love you, Y/N,” he said, wiping my tears, “what would I do without you…”

He wiped his own tears away and I stood up, helping him get up too. “Here, sweetie, let me bandage you up.” I said as I got on my tiptoes to reach my emergency harm kit.

I took out the peroxide, bandages, and tape, dampening a cotton ball with the alcohol and dabbing it lightly onto his cuts. “I’m sorry if it hurts, meine liebe.” I grabbed the bandages, tugging lightly on the coarse white fabric and looping it around Moe’s wrist slowly. I pulled a piece of tape off of the roll and applied it lightly to the bandage. I lifted his arm to my lips and pressed a kiss to it lightly.

He smiled and picked up my arm, kissing the scars on my wrist. “Erinnern… für immer." I smiled at him and brought my arms up to wrap them around his neck and lean in slowly for a kiss. He kissed back and slowly pulled his sleeve down then pulled mine down as well. “Ich liebe dich, Y/N.”

“Ich liebe dich für immer.” I said before hugging him tight, knowing that we’d always be there for each other no matter what happens or how bad life gets. I’d always be there for him when needed and he’d do the same for me.

Once we were ready to get out of the bathroom, we walked into the living room and greeted Dee and Roon. We didn’t explain what happened, “We just needed some couple time to explain and talk things out with each other.” Moe said, smiling.

I smiled knowing my sweet boy was okay.

#moe doodle x reader #moe doodle #the doodlebops #Moe doodle angst #MOE DOODLE #deedee doodle #rooney doodle #doodlebops

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To Have and To Heal (Part 10)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Rain has never bothered you. It's part of the reason you don't mind living in London. Your family has never understood your love of gloomy weather, but once the clouds clear and the sun peeks out, it feels like a fresh start.

The promise of a warm summer has hung in the air the past three days. Sunlight warmed your skin when you walked to work this morning, having skipped the train in favor of soaking up the first bits of sunshine. By lunch the skies had darkened and clouds hung low in the sky. At the final bell, children complained about how the weather betrayed them and decided to pour just as they finished up their lessons.

The dreary weather means you have more students than normal in the gymnasium, with their parents calling last minute to request they be picked up instead of walking home in the storm. You flit from table to table, from desk to desk while you manage signing students out as parents arrive, tying shoes, and divvying up Legos to keep everyone happy. You aren't able to sit and catch your breath until your normal stragglers remain, each of whom are picked up one by one until only Atla remains.

You glance out the rain streaked window as a clap of thunder sounds outside, shaking the pane with the force of it. Atla yelps, dropping her marker and leaving a hot pink streak through her drawing. Her head hangs in her hands before you're off your seat, clearly distraught at the sudden storm and the seemingly earth shattering sounds of nature.

"Oh, it's alright Attie," you soothe her, your instincts kicking in as you come over to comfort her. Her tiny frame is shaking like a leaf on a tree when you put an arm around her to tuck her to your side, swaying her gently. "Your papa will be here soon to pick you up, I'm sure. It's just a storm, there's nothing to be afraid of. It can't hurt you as long as you're with a grown up. And I'm here, so I promise to look after you."

"Please call pa," Atla whispers, needing more than you can provide her at that moment. A child asking for their parent isn't something you take offense to; mums and dads are their first line of defense when the world gets scary.

"I'll give him a call," you promise. What you don't tell Atla is that you already tried calling Martin twenty minutes ago and he didn't pick up. You try again now with the same result, despite crossing your fingers and praying for the opposite.

Thinking back to your date, Martin was terrified of the rain then. The terror in his voice then had confused you, but clearly has some deeper meaning.

It would make sense that he's waiting at home for it to let up, or might be caught in traffic somewhere? Either way, perhaps you can do him a favor and take Atla home for him. Martin's schedule is hectic as it is; doing this small favor for him may put a much needed smile on his face.

"Atla, do you have a house key for papa house?"

Atla nods against your chest, "ja. In my bag."

Perfect, it's like the universe is encouraging you. Smiling to yourself you pull out your phone and type up a message.

Hey, it seems like you're running late and that's fine! I'll take Alta home for you, I know you're probably busy so I'll take that off your plate. The custodian wants to close down the gym, so I'll just pack up and hang out with Attie at yours until you get home :)

You don't get a response in the fifteen minutes it takes you to clean up your mess in the gymnasium. Figuring it's fine regardless, you grab Atla's backpack, take her hand and lead her to the office, instructing her to wait while you bring your car to the front. Once parked under the awning you get out and double check the car seat you've thankfully left in after your nephew's visit before bringing Atla out and getting her settled.

"Ready to go see your papa?" You ask, smiling at her as you do up the buckle.

"Ready," Atla murmurs, warily watching the rainwater drip off the building. Fears aren't genetic as far as you know. It's odd that both father and daughter don't care for storms, but you think nothing of it as you hop in the car and punch in Martin's address, having gotten it from Atla's emergency contact form at the school.

A few songs into your Disney playlist, Atla seems to forget all about the rain as she sings along to her heart's content. You have half a mind to take a video to show Martin how she dances in the backseat but you know better and focus on the road instead. Conditions aren't terrible with the rain slowly beginning to break, thankfully, so you press the button on your steering wheel to answer your phone when it rings halfway into the drive.

"Martin? Hey! I'm not sure if you saw my message but I'm almost-"

"Where is my daughter?" Martin cuts in with a voice harsher than rocks tumbling in a steel drum, loud and rough through the car speakers. "I'm at the school and she's not here. Where did you take her?"

If you had known Martin would be this upset, you would've told the custodian to buzz off and waited for him. You hadn't expected him to react like you'd kidnapped her.

Meeting Atla's wide, pleading eyes in the mirror, you understand a little about why she hates this weather- it's a learned behavior. So you smile at her and try your best to remain calm, making a scary situation less intimidating. "You're on speaker Mar, Atla is safe and sound with me. You can say hello if you want to."

Martin does a complete flip, his voice now sweet as honey as he addresses his daughter. "Attie, papa's gonna be right there to come get you, søta. Går det bra med deg?"

"Ja, papa. Jeg har det bra." Atla's words are shaky and broken, like she's struggling to force them past her trembling lips. You want nothing more than to throttle Martin for instilling such fear in his daughter when only minutes ago she had been having the time of her life.

"Jeg elsker deg, Atla. I'll only be a few minutes okay?" Martin switches again when he addresses you. "Take me off speaker."

You do as Martin asks and prop your phone between your shoulder and your ear, "Martin I don't understand, I'm sorry for just driving her but I sent you a message. I figured I'd just take this off your plate because you don't like driving in this weather-"

"And there's a damn good reason I don't," Martin half growls. "Pull over right now and tell me where you are. Don't move another inch with my daughter in your car."

"Mar, I'm a fine driver." You laugh, half suspecting this is some sort of ill-thought out prank. "I'll have her home in ten minutes, safe and sound. Just meet me at yours?"

"Stop the damn car!"

Martin's shout startles you into obeying. You pull over without hesitating, throwing on your hazard lights and putting the car in park.

"Okay," you whisper, trying to keep yourself together for Atla's sake. "Alright, I've stopped. I'll send you my location and you can come grab her. I'm sorry Martin, I didn't mean to upset you."

"You did a damn good job of upsetting me without meaning to then." You feel scolded, scorned and humiliated all at the same time, like some nasty cocktail of negativity. "You're lucky I don't call the school and have you placed under review."

Tears prick your eyes. Martin's cruelty has come out of left field and knocked you off balance. You won't cry in front of Atla though, not when she's already silently crying and shaking in her seat.

"I really am sorry, Martin. I wouldn't have driven her if I had known."

"Whatever. I'll be there in ten minutes."

After Martin hangs up, you aren't sure what to do with yourself. Rain spatters the windshield as you stare out, occasionally cleared away by the automated wipers. An emptyness trickles in where adoration resided moments prior.

That's not your Martin. Your Martin doesn't leverage his wealth and position to manipulate people. Maybe… you don't know him as well as you thought you did. You've seen it before, haven't you? Guy pretends to be perfect for a few dates, you finally agree to join him at his place after dinner and he turns out to be a total ass. In the beginning you thought you'd struck gold with Martin… it seems now that you were probably wrong.

God, what a fucking nightmare.

You allow yourself a minute to feel, to be a normal human before you package your emotions into a box and shove them into a dusty corner of yourself. Atla needs you right now, you can't afford to break apart at the seams.

You paste on a soft smile and turn around in your seat to face her. "Hey, I have an idea. Do you want to play a game?"

Atla sniffles and wipes her toddler sized fist across her eyes. "Sure. What game." Her voice is flat, wavering at the end. She tries to put on a brave face, though Atla is always safe with you. You make it your mission to get a smile out of her, distracting yourself from the dread twisting in your gut.

"What about 'count the chickens?' I bet you'll love it!"

"There's no chickens here," Atla mumbles, though you can see her brain working as her blue eyes flit around the car. She's so much like her father then, trying to suss out your meaning with context clues before you can explain, that it makes your heart clench.

"Not yet," you agree, "but when I do this…" You grab a small sandwich bag from the seat pocket in front of her. The paper chickens inside bounce when you shake the bag, and she smiles softly.

"Count the chickens. I like chickens," Atla murmurs, her hands settling on top of the hardcover book you place in her lap to serve as a tray. It's a simple game you created to occupy your nephew on car rides that doubles as a learning tool, teaching them to count in one's, twos and fives.

"Blue chickens count as two, purple chickens count as one, and the chicken with the gold eyes is five, okay?" When Atla nods, you pour the small pieces onto the book and let her begin to sort. Her eyebrows slowly knit together as she tries to keep track in her head, occasionally stopping to use her fingers as she reaches the higher numbers. Together you lose track of time, adding and subtracting when you take the paper chickens away from her piles and move them around.

Headlights flash behind your car. Atla barely notices the door open, but she does cry out when Martin abruptly takes away the makeshift tray and throws it to the seat next to her.

"Pa! I was playing-"

"You can play later," Martin says, his voice a harsh grate on your eardrums. Gone is the soft, caring man you were slowly falling for. He is replaced by a hardened, unforgiving man who seems set to burst at the seams as he struggles to get Atla's buckles undone. You're too terrified of causing another outburst to offer any sort of help, not even as rain begins to soak the back of Martin's shirt to turn the bright Arsenal red a darker, ominous crimson.

"Faen- these damn straps-" when Martin finally wretches Atla free, he quickly gathers his daughter in his arms and kisses the top of her head. He cradles her carefully to his chest, mumbling something in Norwegian to her while trying his best to shield her from the rain.

"It's wet, pa."

Atla's statement of the obvious finally spurs Martin into action. He leaves your car door wide open as he heads back to his Audi, so you get out to grab Atla's bag and close it behind you, carefully trailing in his footsteps. You maintain a safe distance, dreading another snap.

"I love you," Martin murmurs to Atla once she's safely in his own car. "Papa loves you so so much."

"I love you too papa," Atla answers. "Can we play count the chickens with Miss. Sunshine when we get home?"

Martin goes rigid, as if remembering your presence for the first time. "Not today, søta. Maybe another time." It's a lie and you both know it. Martin clearly has no intention of fulfilling that offer. He straightens, closes the door, and turns to you. Water drips from the hair hanging in his eyes, splashing to the puddles at your feet. He's only a few inches taller than you but right now that difference feels like lightyears. Martin seems to tower over you. You've not thought of his broad shoulders and muscular build as intimidating until now, when the sheer bulk of him is staring you down.

"I- I'm sorry, Mar. I had no idea."

Martin's words are clipped when he speaks, "it says right in her file, there's only three people authorized to drive her and you aren't one of them. I know you aren't me, so is your name Charlotte Evers, Kieran Tierney, or did you not read that bit?"

"Of course I read it," you say, perplexed by how he's speaking to you, like you are a lowly peasant and he a king. "I just thought that it was fine because it was me-"

"Oh right, it's you so my instructions don't matter? It's you, little Miss. Sunshine, so the rules don't apply. You can just load kids up in your car and drop them off at home like some shuttle service, no permission slip or written consent needed!" It would be easy to blame Martin's anger on the weather if he didn't seem to hate you so thoroughly at that moment. The ire in his eyes has you shrinking, feeling impossibly small under the weight of his disappointment.

"I don't understand," you murmur, ignoring the tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. "We're dating, I-" Martin scoffs and your stomach flips. "I mean, I just thought I'd save you the trouble. I know you hate bad weather and I didn't think it would be an issue. I don't understand why it's blown up in my face like this?"

"No, you wouldn't understand. You didn't go through what we went through." Martin yanks open the driver's door, pausing with one foot inside. "Don't ever pull something like this again."

Stunned, confused, and hurt beyond words, you don't move as Martin clamors in and drives away. You conclude that Martin must be living in a movie- Martin's evil twin is who you just saw, not the man himself. Marcus would be his name, or maybe Matthew- but whoever that was, it wasn't the Martin that you know.

You drive under the speed limit the rest of the way home. You operate on autopilot whilst getting ready for bed. Fresh pajamas from the drawer, hair pulled back while you wash your face, music low while you apply moisturizer. You jump each time you think you hear your phone vibrate. Of course, it's only a phantom.

Rain patters your windows, reflecting the sorrow that's taken root in your soul. Your unease regarding Martin's anger festers like an infected wound. His words replay in your head, keeping you up late into the night.

Martin doesn't message you, not once, before you fall into a fitful sleep plagued by golden chickens and flash floods.

*********

I'm sorry for last night. Can we talk?

I know I was out of line. Solskin, please. Let me apologize.

You don't acknowledge Martin's messages on Thursday, sent early in the morning only a few minutes apart. Perhaps he feels guilty for how he treated you, which honestly he should. You won't allow someone to verbally push you around like he had, heat of the moment or not.

Will you come to my match on Saturday? I'll explain everything afterwards if you do. Please at least let me do that before you cut me out

When you don't reply, another comes Friday afternoon: I'm sorry. I know you can't see me but I'm on my knees trying to beg for your forgiveness. What do I need to do? Name your price, I'll do anything for five minutes of your time. Please just tell me you'll listen?

Okay… maybe you feel a touch bad for leaving Martin on read after that one. But your guilt is almost immediately wiped away by the reminder of how small and miserable you felt in Martin's presence that day in the rain.

On Saturday, you've fully decided to stay home on the sofa and avoid the match before Martin messages you: there's a ticket waiting for you at the window. If you want to come. It's for my box, Attie will be there with her nanny, I'm sure they'd love the company.

Another message, an hour before kick off: please come. Please please please let me see you after the match, solskin.

You don't leave your house, because you're unsure how to feel about the Norwegian. After he blew up on you, do you truly trust him? Do you believe that it was a one off event, not something that will be repeated in the future? Yes, he'd seemed terrified, and that's excusable. But to wait this long to apologize, even if he's sent you three bouquets of flowers and a heap of chocolates in the meantime, doesn't negate how you felt that night.

When noon rolls around, you debate switching on the Arsenal vs. Chelsea match just to see if Martin is off his game or not. You don't of course, because you respect yourself far too much to do so. You reorganize your bookshelves instead, giving your main room a much needed face-lift.

A few hours later, you're still restless. Your fingers itch with the need to grab your phone and check the score or see if a certain someone has messaged you. The willpower it takes to leave the device facedown on the counter amazes you. You don't glance at it once until you've exhausted your energy with a deep clean of your kitchen, going so far as to scrub around your phone without moving it.

Once you've collapsed into bed, you fold. As you scroll through your feed, news of the match is unavoidable. Martin played terribly, leaving Arsenal fans up in arms over their captain's shoddy performance.

Good, he deserved it.

Guilt wracks through your bones as soon as the thought crosses your mind. Yes, Martin had been cruel, but that doesn't mean he deserves your cruelty in return. You find yourself lost down a rabbit hole, clicking article after article regarding the day's outcome. With each one the dread in your gut grows until it's a physical thing, twisting your stomach into knots and leaving you feeling ill.

Finally, you find the strength to tear your eyes from the traitorous screen that almost has you feeling sorry for Martin. Almost, until you remember what he'd said and the malice that had lined his normally gorgeous features.

Deal with it on Wednesday, that's your solution. As you eyes close and you drift off to sleep, you resolve to leave it alone until then, when you cannot avoid Martin any longer.

**********

Tardiness is becoming somewhat of a habit of Martin's, you're discovering. Atla is oblivious, like always, unperturbed by the lack of her peers as they are picked up by parents and guardians, one by one, until she is the only one left in the gymnasium.

You peek outside and note the dots of precipitation on the sidewalk. That all too familiar dread begins to build, gaining momentum as rain patters lightly on the grass, though you quell it before it raises into a tidal wave.

You've learned your lesson. You won't be leaving this building until Martin himself shows his face.

The bright pearl of Atla's voice from behind you tears your attention from the dreary weather and the memories it carries. "Miss Sunshine, will you play a game with me?"

You let the heavy door close, locking out any and all discomfort from your mind. "Of course I will, what do you want to play?"

Atla holds up a deck of cards that you know is printed with different pairs of animals. "Go fish? I like that one."

"Go ahead and deal the cards, do you remember how I showed you last week?" When Atla nods, you smile and twist your limbs to join her at the plastic, toddler sized picnic table she has chosen to sit at. With marker-stained hands, Atla fumbles through the cards until she has made two haphazard piles of five each, then lays the remainder of the stack face down between you. She fans the cards out in her hands so she can see them all, her tint tongue poking out in concentration as she struggles to hold them all at once.

"Do you have a puppy?" Atla asks, and frowns when you shake your head. She draws a card, adds it to her hand, and waits expectantly for your inquiry.

"Do you have… a yellow fish?"

"Uh-uh."

"Orange monkey?"

"Yes, here you go. Ask another."

"Umm… green tiger?"

You go back and forth for three rounds of the game, temporarily distracted from the storm raging inside you. It's unfair of Martin to expect you to wait here, like he's some sort of king. Does he think the world revolves around him and him only? As the minutes tick by, your frustration with the man grows.

Atla gets precious little time with her father. The longer he leaves her here with you, the less time she has to spend with quite possibly her favorite person on earth. Martin should know better; he should be on time, or at least have the decency to let you know when he'll be late.

"How about-"

You're cut off by a light, nervous cough off to your left. Atla drops her cards immediately, clumsily clamoring from the picnic table to run to her father. At least, that's who you assume it is- you don't deign to spare the new arrival a single glance.

"Papa!" Suspicions confirmed, then. "I missed you- what's for dinner? Can we get McDonald's?"

"We can get whatever you like, søta." You hate the low, loving timber of Martin's voice at that moment. Why can't he be as terrible as the man you've molded him into in your head? It would be easier to get over him and move on if he were. "Do papa a favor, can you help Miss. Sunshine clean up all the balls in the gym? Papa needs to talk to her for a minute."

"Okay- are those for her? She likes sunflowers," Atla notes, and you sigh internally. If Martin thinks another bunch of flowers will smooth things over, you're about to prove him wrong. You cannot be won over with material gifts, not after what he'd done.

A pair of black Adidas hedge into your vision. You keep your eyes trained on the yellow-tinged wooden floor, tracing the lines of the indoor football pitch rather than acknowledge him. Martin shifts his weight from foot to foot, possibly expecting an invitation to sit or a greeting- neither of which you offer him. Perhaps it's childish to do so; if it is, you'll blame your profession but make no effort to correct the behavior.

"Hello," Martin offers carefully, "can I join you?" You leave him standing there, waiting for your answer with baited breath. Every nerve and muscle in your body screams at you to loosen your jaw and let the affirmation slip, but your pride refuses to let Martin win so easily. So you make him work for it, wait for that slight tinge of embarrassed blush to appear on the apples of his cheeks before you sigh and flourish a bored hand.

"I guess," you mumble, doing your best to ignore the way Martin immediately jumps at the opportunity. It takes him three tries to properly fit his toned calves and muscled thighs under the low plastic table, and you hate that you notice that. You ignore the flowers wrapped in brown paper that now sit between you, a spot of sunshine in the otherwise gloomy atmosphere. "What do you want?"

"I want to properly apologize. But I can't do that if you won't look at me." The glint off the face of Martin's expensive watch catches your eye as he extends his fingers to graze the back of your hand. You try and fail to quench the sparks that fizzle over your skin at the simple touch. You've missed him- not that you'll admit it in a million years.

You shouldn't look up. Because if you do, you know you'll melt the second you see any hint of sadness in the oceans of blue you've come to love in such a short time. You're terrified to see Martin's downturned lips, the same lips that have clouded your mind for weeks. To kiss them would be-

No. No, you won't go down that path.

But you do fold in the sense that you find your eyes betraying your brain, slowly cataloging him from the chest up until you finally reach his own eyes. They soften, that beautiful blue now a muted, cloudy gray.

"Hey," is Martin's croaked attempt at diffusing the tension. It crackles in the air like static before a lightning strike, heavy and full.

"You wanted to apologize." Your counter is dull and flat, lacking any of the hope that Martin's syllable carried with it.

"I do. And I know these flowers aren't enough to make up for it, but I wanted you to have them anyway. Did you get the others that I-"

"Yes," you interrupt, not wanting the reminder.

"Oh." Martin fiddles with the paper wrapping, tearing small bits of it away to twist in his fingers. "Well- I'm sorry for how I acted last week. I panicked and I had to protect Atla, and I know I can never say anything to make it right but I truly am sorry. I've felt terrible the entire week."

"Are you going to tell me why?"

Martin's brow furrows. "Why I felt terrible? Because-"

"No, that's not what I meant." You sigh, pressing the thumb of your right hand into the palm of your left. "I mean, are you going to tell me why you hate rain so much?"

Martin goes quiet, as if the question blindsides him. He seems to forget you then, staring off into space. His face twists with some forlorn memory, staring down a myriad of emotions until he finally murmurs, "not here."

It's the softness of the words that catches you off guard. They're spoken around shards of glass that shred at his throat as they claw free. There is so much more he leaves unspoken, strung between you on the thin thread of a silent promise of another time, another place.

The pain in Martin's delicate, angelic features gives you pause as well, your heart aching for him despite your desire to remain scorned. You can't hang him out in the cold, not when he looks like he may fall apart at any second. You're nearly overcome with the need to reach out and touch him, to pull him in for a hug and not let go until he's found his happiness again.

"Okay," you whisper, tipping your head to put yourself in Martin's line of sight. When his eyes focus, you offer him a reassuring quirk of your lips and damn yourself in the process.

"I could cook dinner? Tomorrow night- Kieran wants to take Atla to see a film anyway, so she'll be occupied. I can explain then?"

"That sounds fine, Mar. I'll give you one more chance, alright? Just the one."

You simply can't say no to Martin Ødegaard.

"I promise I won't mess up."

#martin odegaard #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard fanfic #martin Ødegaard #martin odegaard fanfiction #martin odegaard fic #arsenal fc #jac writes #alt timeline lover

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maddymoreau · 2 months

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My Thoughts on Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

Ollie is ADORABLE!!!! "No ouchies or lost body parts?" HE'S A BABY I NEED TO PROTECT!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!! (¬‿¬) I have ZERO evidence for this but my theory is he’s The Prototype.

I’m REALLY happy to see the phone Ollie calls the player on is identical to the one in Project: Playtime! It’s nice seeing stuff introduced in Project: Playtime finally appear in the main series.

( ⚆_⚆ ) ESPECIALLY DR. HARLEY SAWYER!!!! WOW THE TAPE FEATURING HIM TALKING TO THE PROTOTYPE WAS DARK!!!! I knew a man like Dr. Sawyer would be a sick and twisted individual since he created the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

Despite that I was NOT prepared to hear the joy in his voice to experiment on children. It was revolting.

This exchange:

Prototype: "You stick us. Beat us. Tear at flesh. Do you feel it?"

Dr. Sawyer: "There is a secret inside you, 1006. Valuable beyond all measure. I cut and prod and burn at it, and I get closer with each session . . . So speak, or don't. Fight, or give in. Regardless, I learn something new about you every day . . . (Laughs) It excites me!"

Prototype: "Thank you."

Dr. Sawyer: "You . . . thank me?"

Prototype: "Absolutely. I learn something new about you every day."

THAT FINAL LINE WHEN THE PROTOTYPE IS MIMICKING DR. SAWYER'S VOICE AHHHHHH!!!!

＿|￣|○ I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO DR. SAWYER SO BADDDDD!!!!!! He wasn’t around for The Hour of Joy but I hope he suffered.

Leith Pierre: "Normally I'd have Dr. Sawyer do this but he's uhhh . . . out, let's say. So you got me until they find his replacement."

(o ´ _ ` )o The contrast between how Dr. Sawyer speaks to the experiments VS Leith Pierre the Head of Innovation at Playtime Co.

Both dehumanize the experiments in different ways.

Leith Pierre can’t even bother remembering Catnap's real name. He puts on this fake friendly facade. Referring to Catnap as his Pal and Buddy. It's so disingenuous.

Especially when he asks, "Heya Theo! How ya doin' bud?" Pierre could care less about how Catnap feels. It's only when Catnap responds, "The Prototype will save us." That gets Pierre to finally drops the corporate spiel. Admitting to what this place is. Catnap’s prison.

No wonder Catnap worshipped The Prototype after being save when this is what he’s told about his horrific situation.

Leith Pierre: "THIS is your life now. Get used to it."

I absolutely LOVED all the new features for the Grab Pack. The air jet looked SO FUN!!!! Watching people desperately shoot the flare gun against smiling critters in a cramped space WAS SO INTENSE!!! The smiling critter's small growls and whimpers made me sad.

(ʃƪ 〃’▽’〃)♡ The horror in this chapter was INCREDIBLE!!!! While I had fun playing Chapter 2 I remember feeling disappointed by the scares.

CHAPTER THREE HAD ME HORRIFIED!!!! EVERY JUMP SCARE HAD ME FLYING OUT MY CHAIR, THE ATMOSPHERE WAS AMAZING AND AHHHHH THE HOME ORPHANAGE SECTION!!!!!

It reminded me of PT ∑(; °_°) Especially with the radio informing us that in Elliot Ludwig's house it was discovered he HAD THE BODY OF A CHILD IN A DUFFLE BAG!!?!?!?!?!?!

ALSO THAT ONE RADIO'S REVERSE MESSAGE!!!

"8-8-1995 I find your presence intrusive. After all this time you return. You come in here and yet you kill and murder. You pilate and destroy. Your presence was demanded 10 years ago and yet you didn't show up . . . 8-8-1995 You were supposed to be here. Why weren't you here? You missed the event. You missed the meeting. You missed the party. You have no right to be here . . ."

AHHHHHH MOBGAMES KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING WITH THE LIGHTING IN THIS SCENE!!!!!

I thought I was going to see MY BOY 😭💔!!!!!!

Huggy Wuggy is completely fine.

Kissy Missy was so sad and adorable in this chapter. Seeing her stare at the picture and hug herself BROKE MY HEART ( o̴̶̷᷄ _ o̴̶̷̥᷅ )!!! She deserves the world.

Catnap acting like a child and avoiding school 😭💔

Miss Delight was a minor spoiler I knew about since people used her face in their thumbnail. However I was NOT prepared for her to act like a Coil-Head!!!!

Theodore being described as antisocial and having a peculiar relationship with an imaginary friend _(:ì」∠)_.

That “imaginary” friend being The Prototype. Who guided Theodore to help them both escape. Only for Theodore to get electrocuted since he was just a child who didn't know how to safely use a Grabpack.

The Prototype throwing away their chance to escape to save Theodore by bringing him to the staff. Showing The Prototype does care in some way.

Only for Theodore to be later turned Catnap.

THEN the player electrocutes Catnap the SAME way Theodore originally received his injuries. The Prototype comes to “save” Theodore once again but this time by making Catnap a part of him AND CATNAP ACCEPTS SO WILLINGLY (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )!!!!

It felt like I was watching a religious experience.

I love Poppy Playtime but I do think they show too much in their trailers. Dog day is a great example but even then his scene was *chef kiss*

All the smiling critters crawling inside Dogday as he desperately screamed in agony and for us to run away left me speechless.

I liked the detail of Dogday calling us angel. I'm excited to see all the AUs people create where we save him.

ALSO THE HOUR OF JOY WAS A BLAST TO WATCH!!!!!

I know Poppy is right that it was just senseless slaughter. How all that death didn't fix or help anyone. Especially when it didn't matter if those killed were innocent or not.

However imagining these characters being painfully experimented on and stripped of their autonomy. Going though years of hell and finally reaching their breaking point. It's hard to not feel good for them getting to release that anger. Even if I know it's wrong.

ALSO I GOT TO SEE MY SECOND FAVORITE CHARACTER BOXY BOO YAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE WAS SOOOOO MUCH HUGGY WUGGY IMAGERY IN THIS CHAPTER AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'M GOING TO OVER THINK IT!!!!!! I HAVE NO THEORIES I’M JUST POINTING DETAILS OUT!!!!!!

When hallucinating Huggy Wuggy's face is on the employee training video:

“Join the Innovationists, where the bounds of science are continuously pushed. Or join the Counselors of Playcare, whose diligence and care for our children will help shape a brighter future, just you see.”

“Now every one of you has your part in that future, so should you come back tomorrow feeling unhappy for where you are, or what you’ve done . . . worry not, for your supervisor is here and happy to listen! And . . . should you come back . . . years later . . . your conscience finally getting the better of you. May you descend into the dark and the dust, finding all that awaits you are incomprehensible horrors . . . each hungry for your return, each eager that they might find you. Perhaps they’d smile at you from a shadow, their smiling mouths full of teeth and meat and plastic, watching and waiting patiently for their turn at a warm welcome. Or perhaps they won’t allow you such a time to figure your place in the world you’d left. A world that’s theirs now. Welcome home.”

The video transforms into a manifestation of the player's guilt. Not only for their involvement for whatever they did while working at Playtime Co. but for being gone and returning after ten years.

This is also paired with the player's possible guilt for killing Huggy Wuggy and their fear of him.

The hallucination version being a more exaggerated version of the Chapter 1 Huggy Wuggy vent chase.

When Catnap causes the player to later hallucinate:

Poppy: “Do you even know what’s real?”

Poppy: “No you don’t.”

THEN AT THE END OF THE HALLUCINATION IT SHOWS US THE DAY OF JOY!!!! Which is very odd when you consider two things. We've been told multiple times we weren’t there and during this scene we didn't know what the Hour of Joy was.

So the player hallucinating being in front of Huggy Wuggy’s podium during The Hour of Joy with a large Prototype hand reaching for us IS ODD!!!

ALSO THE TAPE IT SHOWS THAT’S WHERE HUGGY WUGGY WAS DURING THE HOUR OF JOY!!!!!!!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?!?!

This is just speculation but perhaps the player's memories aren't as trustworthy as we think. After all we still aren't even sure who even sent us the letter or tape in Chapter 1.

"EVERYONE THINKS THE STAFF DISSAPEARED 10 YEARS AGO WE'RE STILL HERE FIND THE FLOWER"

It’s important to point out the characters from Chapter 2 made ZERO appearance during these hallucinations. Mommy Long Legs, PJ Pug-a-Pillar, Bunzo Bunny and the Wack-a-Wuggy.

Is the Huggy Wuggy imagery used because he’s who we encounter at the start of the game?

OR SOMETHING MORE AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

#Something something something the first key we needed in game was held up by Huggy Wuggy while on his podium.#So is The Prototype in the hallucination symbolizing he's the key to answering all our questions or am I overthinking everything asdnsf;alk #Rambling about my Poppy Playtime Self Insert -> I haven't decided what but something happened to my self insert to cause her memory issues.#She remembers small details from her time working for Playtime Co. but not the experiments.#So throughout the Chapters she's slowly unraveling the mystery of not only Playtime Co. but herself.#Everything story wise plays out the identical in all the chapters except one thing.#At the end of Chapter One instead of the box falling onto Huggy Wuggy. My self insert doesn't pull the box down in time.#Just as Huggy Wuggy is about to kill her. He finally gets a good look at her face.#Which she had hidden in the beginning with a mask + hat and hoodie because of the cameras.#As she ran and descended further into the facility she discarded her disguise.#Once Huggy Wuggy realizes who she is he stops trying to kill her.#Since there's not enough lore about the player's backstory yet I haven't decided why.#However whatever reason or friendship or connection they had she can't remember. Whatever it was causes Huggy Wuggy to not kill her.#During Chapter 2 Huggy Wuggy follows besides her. Helping when he can.#He can't help during the tests however since Mommy Long Legs considers that cheating. Mommy even is confused WHY he's helping her.#At the end of Chapter 2 when listening to the tape about Huggy Wuggy being the optimal outcome.#My self insert feels guilty and worries the only reason he hasn't killed her is because of what they did to him.#However the goof reassures her in his own odd way (pat on the head or a hug) that's not the case. In Ch. 3 he's with Kissy Missy and Poppy.#When Kissy Missy attacks my self insert he defends her (no violence just shoving and growling) but Poppy and I dissolve the situation.#Since Huggy Wuggy can't be protected from the Red Gas I imagine he has to wait with Kissy Missy and Poppy.#As for what history Huggy Wuggy and my self insert have to make him not be violent towards her I haven't decided.#The hallucination nightmare imagery remains the same. Although she feels comfortable with Huggy Wuggy now there's no denying he scared her.#Combined with her slowly remember her involvement and the guilt consuming her. Wondering if subconsciously she always knew.#I'm excited to delve more into their friendship and past. Although aggressive Huggy Wuggy is extremely smart.#Using the vents and escaping the facility. He doesn't act like a lost puppy or anything. He has his own agency.#Despite his hunger and aggression whatever their history is it's important enough he wants to ensure her safety.#Poppy Playtime #MaddyMoreauPost

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ask-decepticon-nightglitch · 6 months

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Idia Shroud x Reader

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚

My small, child hands reached for my very first tablet, excitedly turning it on to watch "had3s"' livestream. I saw the young boy, around 10 years old, with fiery hair in the livestream playing his video games. He was so good! My finger went to the comments.

Und3rw0rld: Wow! Good job with that level! I am still trying to defeat the first boss!

I sent the comment, seeing my username pop up in the comment section.

had3s saw the comment and I swear I saw a smile on his face. I heard him speak in his soft, young voice, "thank you, Und3rw0rld. Maybe I can give you some tips? You can always pm me" no way did he just suggest helping me with that darn level?

And so, that is how our young friendship started.

Every day, I would hop onto my tablet, texting my new online friend. We would talk for hours! Often, I would lock myself in my room, texting the streamer that I had met in that specific stream.

had3s sent you a message!

had3s: Und3rw0rld, r u online?

Und3rw0rld: yeah, wbu?

had3s: yeah, r u free to chat 4 a bit? im bored

Und3rw0rld: totally! :)

had3s: how old are u?

Und3rw0rld: Im 10, turning 11 next month!

had3s: im 10 too! my birthday isn't until december

I pressed the home button and went to the game that I was struggling with. My mini character jumped to the side, avoiding an attack from the boss, only to be shot with an arrow.

Game over.

I sighed in frustration.

had3s sent you a message!

I ignored the message for now, retrying the level.

Game over.

I tried it again.

Game over.

I eventually went to my messages.

had3s: what do u want to talk about?

had3s: hello?

had3s: r u busy? should i stop texting?

Und3rw0rld: sorry! i was playing a game and kept losing

had3s: ohhh

Und3rw0rld: would you like to give me tips for the level im stuck on?

had3s: sure :)

"Y/n? Are you playing on that tablet again?" Mother came into my room. I was 12, and ready to start middle school.

"Yeah! My friend on here likes the same games I like." I explained with a smile.

Mother sighed and took the tablet from my hands.

"Hey-!?"

"You need to get ready for school. You can have it back when you're home." Mother said in a stern tone, "honestly, sometimes I regret giving this thing to you."

I went to my room, feet stomping hard on the wooden floor, slamming my door as hard as could. I aggressively threw my loungewear on the floor of my room, growling angrily as I pulled on my school clothes. I grabbed my f/c bag and stormed off through the front door without saying goodbye to Mother.

School was always boring.

No one wanted to be friends with the "weirdo" as people called me.

"Ewww, look at them!" Some students loved throwing random insults at me. Oh, my hair is too messy for your liking? Well, I didn't style it for you. My clothes look weird? Cry about it. My makeup is smudged? Don't care. I'm a friendless freak? Ha, yeah, I am, so what?

All I cared about was getting through this school day.

All I cared about was getting my tablet back so I could talk to had3s more.

It felt like torture.

Sitting through all 6 judgmental classes.

Finally, the bell rang, and I grabbed my bag, packing up my notebooks and papers. I shoved them in the bag and slung it over my shoulder, rushing out of the building. I tried my best to hurry home. My mind raced; my feet moved faster.

I approached my house, opening the door.

"Mother! Can I have my tablet now?" I said to the lady in the kitchen who was preparing dinner.

"I thought about it, and I think you should focus more on your studies than some random creep on the internet. I've locked you out of your tablet." Mother spoke.

My world suddenly crashed into a fiery explosion. What...?

"What do you mean?! My grades are fine- I'm passing tests!"

Mother silenced me.

"You don't have any friends; you are making enemies and teachers have seen you beating up a student." Mother replied sternly, "do not speak to me in that tone."

had3s went online that day, waiting for Und3rw0rld to text him.

He waited.

He waited some more.

He did not get an answer.

had3s opened up the chat.

had3s: r u online?

had3s: hello??

had3s: did i do something wrong?

had3s: im sorry...

had3s: i'll leave you alone...

The next day, had3s went on again.

He saw that Und3rw0rld still did not open the texts he sent.

had3s: are you okay?

When he did not get an answer, he closed the text app.

The next day, no reply.

The day after that, still no reply.

A week later, not a single text was opened.

Eventually, he gave up trying to reach out. He was upset, he had really grown fond of his online friend 2 years.

Years have passed, had3s still did not get a single reply.

I was 16 now, and I had transferred to a mage school called Night Raven College after an incident involving a horse and a carriage.

I was walking through the hallway of the Ignihyde dorm when I bumped into someone with blue, fiery hair.

It almost reminds me of...

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm new here." I looked at the student I bumped into. He looks so familiar. Why?

"I-I'm Idia Shroud. The dorm leader." The student said.

"I'm Y/n. It is nice to meet you."

I notice the student, Idia, was carrying around a tablet.

Hey...that almost looks like the same model tablet that streamer friend of mine has.

I haven't talked to him in years. I miss him. Thanks, Mother. I would even say I had started to grow feelings for the friend.

"Could you show me to my room? There are so many rooms in these halls."

Idia gave a small nod and hesitantly turned to his tablet, looking up my name.

"You're my age. And your birthday is next month?" Idia asked out loud, a little surprised by the information. Where had he heard of this information before?

"Yep, ah! There is my room." I smiled at the room number, going inside.

" kay, um...bye" Idia said, walking away.

And that was when it struck me.

I knew that voice.

I have heard those words before on had3s' livestreams. That was how he ended his videos.

"Oh...my goodness... could he be? No... that would be impossible. Well, he is my age, so not entirely impossible. Is he had3s?" I sat on my bed, looking around the room. I had a large monitor and a comfy looking gaming chair.

My thoughts were running wild.

had3s has blue, fiery hair. Idia has the same exact hair. Both have bright yellow eyes. Oh, my goodness, that was had3s.

I did not get much sleep that night. The nights went on and off like that for four weeks. One morning, I went to Idia's room and knocked on the door, wanting to find answers to the Idia-had3s connection.

Idia yelped from inside the room and opened the door.

"O-Oh! Um! What do you need?"

"Can I ask you some questions?" I asked.

Idia's anxiety spiked.

"Um...kay? That is kind of sus, NGL. But come in." Idia let me in to his room.

He had anime figurines on a shelf and books everywhere. His room was fairly messy. He also had a big monitor in his room.

"Do you do livestreams?" I asked.

"Yes, but not as much as I used to. When I was younger I did them all the time."

"What was your gamer tag?"

Idia was very curious now.

"had3s."

My eyes widened at the name that left his mouth.

"Oh...Oh, Idia. I've missed you. We can finally meet properly now. I'm Und3rw0rld."

Idia's eyes widened and he felt a blush tint his cheeks and hair pink.

"You're Und3rw0rld? W-Why did you leave? I thought you were mad at me!" Idia spoke just above a whisper.

"I'm so sorry I did that to you. You see, when I started attending middle school, my mom took away my tablet and locked me out so I couldn't text you again. I'm so sorry." I felt tears well up in my eyes.

Idia wanted so badly to hug me, but he wasn't used to physical affection.

"Can I... Can I hug you, had3s?" I asked softly.

"Y-Yes."

We both were brought into an awkward hug, but soon we relaxed in each other's embrace.

I felt my cheeks burn.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that I actually started developing feelings for you the more I thought about you." I smiled.

Idia blushed heavily.

"I feel the same. The more urgent I tried to reach out, the more nervous I'd feel. Like a good nervous." Idia shot me a sharp-toothed grin.

"Then... shall we become a couple? If you're comfortable. Or uh, do you want to be my player 2?"

"I-I'd like that."

I leaned up to kiss Idia's cheek.

"AH-! W-Why'd you do that? You surprised me!!" Idia spoke in a high-pitch tone.

I went to Idia's dorm, sitting on his bed while playing a game on my new phone. It was the game that introduced us to each other.

"You still can't get passed that first boss?" Idia snickered.

"Shut up."

"Let me help you." Idia wrapped his arms around me, guiding my hand to move across the screen to make my character dodge the boss attacks until I saw stars appear on the screen and a "You win!" came across the screen. It really brought back memories to that stream.

My face went red.

"T-Thanks."

I don't know how to end this sooo 1552 words

idia is baby

#fanfiction #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud

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starseneyes · 7 months

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New York, New York - A Union Town

This weekend, I went on a whirlwind adventure up to New York from Virginia on Sunday and back down on Monday. Why? I went to walk the picket line with my Union.

Why go through 8 excruciating hours of driving up, one brief night of sleep, 4 hours walking 10 miles, and another 8 painful hours driving back in less than 40 hours? I'm glad you asked.

I joined SAG-AFTRA in 2001. I started acting as a kid, but it was then that I had the opportunity to join, at age 17.

It was just AFTRA back then, which is why I still have never had a SAG card. Maybe after I catch up on my dues, I can solicit one, but I'm two years behind due to Pandemic and *waves hands* all this. Those who read this blog often know life's hit us with problem after problem, but we soldier on.

So, why the hell waste money going to New York? Well, first of all, I didn't. I told my husband that I felt like I needed to be there during the first day of negotiations. See, yesterday AMPTP finally met with the NegCom to negotiate a new contract.

The old contract is antiquated, leaves us vulnerable to AI, and has made it almost impossible to make a living as an actor in the current landscape. There was a time voice-acting was a third of my income. Those days are long gone.

It's important to have as many people on the line as possible during negotiations to send a clear message—we're here, and we aren't going anywhere until you give us fair contracts.

I originally was going to bum a night in a sleeping bag on a friend's cat-filled house while freezing because they don't believe in turning on the heat at night. I'm allergic to cats. Still, the idea was the only one I had.

Then, a client of mine (I'm a Digital Marketer by trade because writing and acting don't exactly pay the bills) said she wanted to cover my room.

We should note that I know writers don't need actors to write. I meant that they needed actors for the Fall Season, and I was having trouble thinking and typing through my tears. Anyway...

That settled, a Twitter friend I've never met in real life reached out offering gas money. I was so thankful, cried again, then quickly packed on a Saturday night for a Sunday morning departure.

I drove up with one stop to relieve my bladder, grab a kids meal (keeping down costs) and gas up.

I tried to sleep Sunday night, but I'm rubbish at going to bed early. I am good at getting up, early, and was ready for the lines. I put on my WGA East hat a WGA member handed me when I walked the lines back in July. I think they thought I was going to die of heat exhaustion, I was so red.

Instead of politely explaining that I don't temperature regulate and only sweat after I'm already in danger of heat stroke, I said, "Thank you".

I brought it with me this time in case Netflix was a sunny location. Spoiler alert: It wasn't. I didn't need the hat, and I didn't mind one bit.

Also to note: It's not that I was rich in July. No, a dear friend who passed (see blog on Cheryl Anne Marek) gifted us with a little money and said she knew we'd find something good to do with it. We rented a lake house in New Jersey for a vacation with the kids (though I brought my work and worked every day) and I took the train in one day to walk the WGA line.

I lamented that a heat wave shut down the rest of the week's picketing back in July, and always wanted to get back. So, I was ready for walking yesterday!

I was nearly a half hour early, and remarked that my mother's an IATSE 798 Journeyman makeup artist and I'm very used to being there before actors. I received a polite nod and asked if I could help at all. No, they said, they had a system.

So, I took this picture which strangely got the most attention on Twitter. But, it was a call to action—"I'm here and signed in! Where are you?"

"On our way", came the response. And people came. Our initial group of 20 or so became well over a hundred in under an hour. They kept expanding our walk way, and we marched, sang, and chanted along to the beat of our five percussionists. Yes, people with drums. Actors do not hold back when we're asked to go all-out. We go all-out!

Shortly after we got started walking in our tight, little circle, a friend of mine found me. Well, Peter and I have been Zoom and Twitter friends for ages, but we finally met. And when we hugged it was like old friends who hadn't seen one another in a few years. Fairly accurate, really.

We're both Pre-WGA—an often polarizing term that simply means we'd like to be WGA someday and are puttering along with spec scripts and screenwriting competitions until our dreams turn real. Being the realist I am, I know my odds are next to null, but the optimistic corner of my brain says not to surrender hope. So, I don't.

We stepped out of line for a quick photo, then back in to dance, chant, chat, and make noise. And while Picket Lines might look like a lot of fun from the outside, I was in a mad amount of pain.

See, I have a lot going on medically. Chronic pain is an old friend. And smiling through it, second nature.

So, if you saw me singing and swinging my hips, that wasn't just the beat. That was me trying to keep everything from locking up and telling myself I could make it just a little longer without a sip of water. And, yes, they handed us waters. I never say no to a proffered (sealed) bottle of water.

Because Picket Lines aren't just about the dancing, singing, chanting, and chatting. So many people out there are exhausted. But Actors are really good at finding our way through lean times, and Writers are, too, dagnabbit. Several WGA folks were out on the line with us, and they're standing alongside us as we stood alongside them.

Solidarity matters. We stand together, and it's not just Writers and Actors. I've seen IATSE on the lines. I've seen Teamsters on the lines. I've seen vacationers who decided to skip seeing the Empire State Building and come march with us instead. I've met film students (and history students) out on the lines who said they knew this mattered and they had to be a part of it.

I drove 8 hours there. I know people who've driven far more.

We are Actors. Writers. PAs. Teamsters. Makeup Artists. Hair Artists. Grips. Electricians. Craft Services. Camera Operators. Directors of Photography. Costumers. Best Boys. Boom Mic Operators. Editors. And more.

We—not those few billionaire, decision-making CEOs—create the bounty of beautiful films and television shows that illuminate people's lives. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Throughout the walk, I was struck by the care of the Captains. They made sure we knew where to walk and not. They brought out coffee (regular or black), bagels with cream cheese, cold waters, chips (or crisps, if you're across the pond), and more. These folks are volunteers who believe. We are all out there because we know this matters. But the sacrifice they make cannot be under-represented.

I got a new Strike shirt at the line, and decided to wear it on the drive home. It was far less smelly than the one I'd worn all day, and I was going to be trapped in a small tin can with me for hours, after all.

When I stopped at a service station, a random woman pointed at the shirt and told me she liked it. I smiled and thanked her. It always warms my heart when people see our fight and stand with us.

I drove home listening to the Good Omens audiobook (have about 41 minutes left, now) I borrowed via my local library (Please support yours. Libraries are amazing!). I was so bloody tired, but the voices of the actors filled my car and the story kept my mind awake. It's bloody brilliant if you've never read/listened.

It was after 9PM when I pulled up to my house. My three children (ages 9, 9, and 6) were still awake.

6yo: Mama, what did you do?! Me: Walked in circles for three hours. 6yo: Walked in circles?

While the twins have a fairly firm grasp on all this, she's six. I pulled her in my arms and hugged her close as I tried to explain a little better.

Because I believe in what we did. I am no influencer or celebrity. I'm simply a girl who believes in her Union. While I've been a Twitter warrior (one WGA guy I met said, "I think I've seen your tweets!"), I wanted to do more. I have been to a rally in Wilmington. I've walked the lines with WGA. But I wanted to walk the lines with my Union, too. It felt like the right thing to do.

My hips were killing me last night. And I admit I worried about my chronic pilonidal disease flaring up. But, I know what to do after a decade of living with it, and today I'm just fine.

Folks, WGA and SAG-AFTRA have been out here fighting for the rights of workers. We're all workers. That's what we are. Most actors and writers aren't famous or rich. We're simply people working our asses off doing what we love, and hoping to make enough to live. It's as simple as that.

I never wanted fame or fortune, even in my youth! I simply wanted to write and act and earn a living. Doesn't seem so strange, right?

Anyway, please do post your support for SAG-AFTRA, if you feel so inclined. If you can make it to a picket line, good on ya! If you can't, no worries. We all have different parameters to what we can and cannot do. And we're all in this together.

Here's to new contracts, a better future, and worker's rights. Onward.

#sag aftra #sag strike #sag aftra strike #screen actors guild #Picket line #sag aftra strong #strike solidarity #actors strike

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kinkprincess98 · 6 months

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Day 25: blackmail

I get home from running errands and start putting stuff away. My phone goes off with five or Six text messages in a row. I roll my eyes, thinking it's probably my friend sending my cute videos. I finish putting things away, and another three messages are coming through. I grumble and pick up my phone. It is several messages from a number I don’t know.

“You can either do as I say or I will leak all of these to your social media accounts”

“I have your username and password”

Sure enough, he had my login info listed, and I gasped; the next couple of messages were videos and pictures of me that I had never even sent to anyone. All of me in compromising positions. Fucking myself, moaning, shoving huge toys in my holes, etc.

“If you don’t want these leaked, message me back with nothing else but a selfie with your driver's license. Nothing covered. You have 10 minutes.”

I look at the clock to find 6 minutes had passed. I snap the picture without thinking and get a reply immediately.

“Better do as I say. I would hate to post your address for everyone to come find and rape you.”

I spend the next several days nervous and anxious. I don’t receive another text and finally start hoping that the guy got bored and forgot about me. I am at work a week later when another message appears.

“Leave work and go to the truck stop a few blocks away. You will go to the bathroom and kneel next to a toilet. Send me a picture and wait for further instructions. You have 15 minutes.”

I leap up from my desk making my coworkers stare and me blush and apologize. I put my head down and pack up saying I was feeling sick. Not a lie, my stomach feels nausoues as I drive the few blocks to the trucks stop. By the time I park and get inside I only have 3 minutes to strip and kneel. I barely I make it sending the photo with 1 minute to spare.

“Cutting it close. Now send a video of you licking the toilet. You have 2 minutes.”

I Iook at the toilet in front of me. Drops of piss coat the seat, stains cover the bowl, it overall looks disgusting. I battle myself for a second too long and get a message.

“I warned you to follow directions. I posted this on your Facebook.”

I look and see it is a short video of me sucking a dildo. I cry and send a short video of me licking the dried piss off the seat.

“See, it wasn’t so hard. Now set your phone up to record and send a 2-minute video of you humping that foul toilet. 5 minutes. Go”

Through tears, I do as the stranger tells me and record as I hump the filthy toilet. As soon as I hit send, I realize just how wet and horny it has made me.

“Looks like you like being a whore for me. Leave your clothes there and walk back to your car. Drive back home and You’re going to add me on skype. You will start a video call and put on a show just for me. You have 20 minutes.”

I look at the clock. It will take at least 17 minutes to get home from here. No time to think I scramble to my care naked. My pussy throbs knowing at least a few people saw. I drive home and search the user name provided. I pant and nervously start a video call. Of course his camera is covered, but his voice rings out deep and teasing. “Spread yourself and start rubbing the gash between your legs.” I lay back giving a full view of my cunt as I start rubbing. “Faster. I want you to cum for the man you’ll never see, but always will obey.” I whimper and moan as I speed up Lust fills my brain and I cum hard even squirting coating the laptop in my juices. “Good girl, now you’ll wait for your next order.” He hangs up and I am left panting and needy desperate to see when I get another demand.

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badgallly · 1 year

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The Chosen One Part 5

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hey guys! how are you ? finally chapter 5 of 'the chosen one'. the next chapter of the 'party' is going to be on fire, and I'm warning you that it's going to be long. you asked me a lot and here it is! i love all the cute and motivational messages you guys send me, it really warms my heart <3 today is my birthday so i decided to post it today, it's my birthday but it's your gift! <3 make requests :3 take care ;3 I love you <3!

On the cold floor, I'm still on the floor, tears insist on coming down from my eyes more and more. I feel a very big void inside my chest, Kylian's words echo in my mind :

"You're already thinking too much for someone who is just a whore!"

His gruff, cold voice repeats like an endless loop in my head. Is this what I'm doomed to be for the rest of my life? A mere prostitute? a worthless prostitute who is sold as a commodity where everyone uses, abuses and humiliates? Is kylian right?

Kylian…ah Kylian. I've been through all kinds of aggression and humiliation throughout my life, in fact I should be used to it by now, but I don't understand why Kylian's attitude affected me so much. I don't know why, but I thought Kylian would be different… her education, the way she talks to me, even though she 'bought' me, she didn't put a single finger on my body, even though we only met 2 days ago… let's just say no one ever treated me with the 'minimum' of dignity that he did. Anyway… I was totally wrong, that just shows how stupid I am.

I get up from the floor and lay on the bed, wipe my tears and take a deep breath trying to calm myself. I start to think and see some flashbacks of my life, am I destined to never be happy in my life? in the midst of my thoughts I soon fall asleep.

10:00 PM

I wake up and lift my head which is a little heavy, wow… I slept a long time. soon I regain my consciousness and I recognize the room I'm in, I hear the noise of the TV downstairs, probably Kylian. I decide to take a shower, nothing better than a shower to take away all the stress and calm the body.

Right after taking my shower, I decide to go down, I'm hungry, I didn't even have lunch today. As I go down the stairs I see Kylian playing with his cell phone and with the TV on, he notices my presence, looks at me and then turns his attention to his cell phone. I feel a pang in my heart, despite everything I had a little hope that maybe he could at least apologize. Look there again me being an idiot? I have to stop this! I go to the kitchen and make myself a snack. While I'm preparing I feel footsteps approaching and a hand touches my shoulder, and goes down to my waist which causes shivers in my body. Kylian says softly in my ear:

_y/n, we need to talk! Kylian says in a soft tone in my ear again shivering throughout my body. I turn, and look into his eyes and see a twinge of regret in his eyes.

_okay, kylian. You can say.

_Sorry for earlier, I know I was an idiot. I had arrived from training and I was stressed, and right after I had a psg game, I'm sorry I ended up taking my anger out on you!

_everything you said hurt me a lot kylian, I don't know what you think of me, actually I know… as you yourself said that I'm 'just a prostitute', know that I have feelings too and I'm in this life it's not because I I want kylian and yes because I've always had a very difficult life and I need that to survive so I don't know if I can apologize to you right now I still feel very insulted and hurt.

_No y/n I don't think you're just a 'whore', I can see that you've had a very painful and difficult life, you're a strong woman, but… you're right y/n, it's okay… I went an asshole and you need space. I will respect your time. I nod looking into your eyes I see regret in your eyes that land again in mine; he was turning to leave the kitchen but soon returns:

_y/n, I forgot… I want you to pack your bags, remember that our trip is tomorrow to New York. Take lots of clothes and accessories, we'll be there for 3 days, in addition to my meeting, there will also be an end of season party for the players. We're leaving very early on my private plane. _Okay Kylian, I'll go. _ah and when you finish, come to the room let's watch a movie together.

time skip

I finish packing my bags and head downstairs.

I see Kylian messing with the remote control, as soon as he notices my presence he smiles.

_ come y/n, sit here, I'm looking for a movie. He pats the couch for me to sit next to him.

I walk but a little afraid to sit next to kylian, he's still a ticking time bomb. I approach and stay a relative distance from him. Kylian goes through some movies and chooses an action one. The silence is deafening for a few minutes until Kylian breaks the silence:

_Y/N? Kylian says suddenly.

_Yes? I say looking at him.

_My intention was never to scare her. I know I was stupid earlier and I already apologized, despite knowing you for 2 days I think you are a strong woman and warrior. I know I'm being repetitive but it was because I regretted it earlier. But I want you to accept my apology, please. I don't want to fight with you tomorrow for the trip y/n, you are a very delicate flower and I hurt you, I'm sorry?

He looks at me with those regretful puppy dog eyes, and despite everything I see truth in his words. He's so handsome and cute now it's impossible not to accept these excuses.

_Thank you kylian, it's okay, I accept his apologies! _ He gives me a smile of happiness and I smile together. Why is kylian so unstable and attractive at the same time? Within 2 days I realize he's a total mess and I'm slowly losing myself in him.

In the midst of my thoughts, I fall asleep. but... I feel Kylian covering me with the blanket and I end up passing out.

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