#Because like. They were talking about Bruno and shit and the pain I felt

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

I want Hiroko and Takaaki as this picture. Like. That's how I see them. As this photo of Mista and Trish.

#sam's talky talks #That part of Golden Wind was so funny yet sad #Because like. They were talking about Bruno and shit and the pain I felt #Anyways. Yeah this is how I view Takaaki and Hiroko in my little mind

[foggyfanfic]

Headcanon: Felix and Pepa's History

It turns out I really like doing these, so I'm just going to keep doing them. Anyways, this is how I think Pepa and Felix got together.

Pepa had a crush on him when she was five and he was six, but he was much too busy doing important six year old things, like learning how to spell, for a relationship. So she moved on to crushing on Romeo Florez, who was the best tree climber in town.

Felix had a crush on her when he was thirteen and she was twelve, she would have happily gone out with him, but she was a bit distracted trying to figure out how to deal with the deadly combination of puberty and weather controlled by emotions to notice he was interested. He dated Helena Pezmuerto, whose newborn sister was already showing a strange fascination with fish, because his uncle told him the best way to get over somebody was to date someone new.

Pepa had a crush on him when she was sixteen and he was seventeen, but he was already dating Etta Guzman. She started dating Caesar Serrano a week before Felix and Etta broke up.

Felix had a crush on her when he was twenty and she was nineteen, but she had just gotten out of a bad break up and he didn't want to take advantage of her pain. Juan Garcia, on the other hand, had no problem swooping in while Pepa was vulnerable. Kicking himself for hesitating, Felix dated Helena again, although neither of them were really into it. They admitted to each other they weren't ever going to fall in love, but made the "If neither of us are married by the time we're thirty" pact.

Pepa had a crush on him when she was twenty two and he was twenty three, but he was doing this whole off and on thing with Helena and Pepa managed to convince herself that meant Helena and Felix were soulmates. She listlessly considered the other men around town and decided she was content to stay single for a while.

Felix had a crush on her when he was twenty four and she was twenty three, but she was convinced he was in love with Helena and didn't want to be his rebound. He promised he would prove to her he was not, in fact, in love with Helena.

They both stayed single for a couple years, and started hanging out more. She learned all about his likes and dislikes, he figured out all the best ways to calm down her bad moods.

They both stayed "single" for another year.

They went to a party in the town square and spent the whole night dancing "as friends". Alma, Julieta, and Bruno were ready to go home before Pepa was, so Alma got Felix to promise he would make sure Pepa got home safe and sound.

(Julieta and Alma were not actually ready to go home, but Alma was hoping a moonlit stroll would nudge things in the right direction, and Julieta was happy to play along. Bruno didn't realize there was a scheme afoot, he was genuinely ready to leave the second they got there.)

After spending who knows how long dancing, Felix and Pepa took a break for some water and a snack. Pepa got some crumbs on her lower lip and kept missing them when she tried wiping them away with her napkin. Eventually, Felix just rubbed the crumbs off with his thumb.

Pepa suddenly felt absolutely ridiculous for pretending they were just friends.

She kissed him, he kissed her back.

Instead of returning to the party she asked him to escort her home. By unspoken agreement they went the long way.

They walked slowly, hand in hand, and talked about things. Pepa told him about all the times she'd had crushes on him over the years, he laughed and told her about all the times he'd had crushes on her.

They reach Casita and Pepa asks him, "What happens next?"

He grins, mostly joking, but also completely serious, "Well, if we're just going to keep coming back to each other, maybe we should just get married."

Pepa needs a second to respond, aware of the fact that he's probably teasing, but holy shit does she want him to be serious. Meanwhile the sky above her head starts filling with rainbows, which are a bit faint in the darkness, but still visible thanks to the lights coming from Casita. Felix stares up at the rainbows as they multiply and start to overlap, then makes an executive decision and gets down on one knee.

He doesn't get a word out, Pepa throws her arms around him giggling and saying yes over and over. She accidentally knocks them both to the ground but that's fine by him.

They spend the night on a couch in Casita, planning their wedding and their lives together. When Julieta comes down in the morning to start cooking and finds them there, Pepa happily announces they're getting married.

Alma's door is promptly thrown open and Alma, dressed for the day but only halfway through putting her hair up, asks Pepa to repeat herself.

Pepa does so, clasping Felix's hand close and Alma gets all excited.

By the time Bruno comes down for breakfast, wedding planning is well underway. He makes brief eye contact with Julieta, silently asking what's going on, and Julieta hands him a cup of coffee and explains Pepa and Felix are now engaged. He sits in a corner, sips his coffee, and resists the urge to ask when they even started dating.

He reads up on wedding superstitions. He reads the one about rain on your wedding day being good luck and thinks "Oh, Pepa will like that one!"

He tries sharing it with her as he gets ready to walk her down the aisle, the plan was to say "Good news! It looks like rain on your wedding day is good luck, so you don't have to hold back the tears during your vows".

The bridal march starts up before he gets farther than "Good news! It looks like rain-."

Pepa takes it as teasing and sticks her tongue out at him before they start walking down the aisle, but now she's hyper focused on not making it rain.

We know how that turns out.

When the hurricane passes Pepa playfully smacks Bruno's arm and tells him he got in her head with his stupid joke. Bruno once again tries to explain it's good luck but Pepa and Felix get pulled away to do wedding reception stuff. Bruno shrugs it off, the newlyweds are both happy and he figures they don't need to know something is good luck in order for it to work.

None of them really think about that again until Bruno disappears and being angry at him for the dumb joke he made at her wedding is way easier for Pepa than missing him.

He finally gets to explain the superstition when he comes back and Felix laughs his ass off. He can't quite put into words what is so funny but he does sling an arm around Pepa and tells her "See, marrying you makes me a lucky man."

Bruno rolls his eyes and leaves them to be shmoopy at each other. Which they happily do. They are just as taken with each other at the ages of fifty and fifty one as they were at five, thirteen, sixteen, twenty, twenty two, and twenty four.

They would have had a fourth kid if Pepa hadn't hit menopause shortly after Antonio was born.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto headcanons #pepa headcanons #felix headcanons #headcanons #pepa x felix

[kyoupann]

Y'all really sleeping on my homegirl Alma and all she went through just to make her a villain (Again, spoilers for Encanto's ending)

Girl's been trying to mourn the death of her husband for 50 years, carrying her grief around as a source of power. The only times she appears without her Iconic(tm) shawl is when she's at home, with her family, because she doesn't need thar extra-boost of confidence to talk to her family; she feels safe with them. Oh, but when townsfolk want to see her about the magic? She! Puts! It! On! As if it gave her the strength she needed to face them (maybe to feel like Pedro was next to her.)

And the only time she takes it off again is at the scene at the river with Mirabel. After she tells her what really happened. And it's only when Mirabel understands her, that Almas sheds he shawl. Mirabel was probably the first person she opened herself to. Alma was the head of the family and the leader in town; and like it's common in Latino grandmas, she definitely felt she needed to be strong at all times for her family, even if it comes off as cruel. Mirabel gave her Abuelita the validation she needed, the reassurance that despite everything she went through and put her family through, they were in the end a family because of her. The family Mirabel loves dearly is the one that exists thanks to Alma's pain. The scene at the river is my favourite, not only is it beautiful, but also so satisfying to see a victim of trauma be understood (not forgiven, understood). I suppose that must've lifted a heavy weight off of her.

I like to think that she was also mourning Bruno's disappearance. I've heard that relatives of missing people go through the same stages of grief, except it's harder for them to get closure because most of the time a body is never found. For all she knew, Bruno could've been dead. But anyways the thing is that she's shown with the shawl between the lake scene and meeting with Bruno. And the first thing she does?? She hugs him and calls her Brunito. All throughout the movie we heard her call only. Antonio (youngest grandkid) by his nickname. Toñito. Lmao I really don't know where people are getting the idea that she hated Bruno. After reuniting with his son, she doesn't wear the black shawl anymore. Her entire family is there to give her the strength she needs :)

And again, I'm not excusing the way she treated her grandkids; but we also have to remember that all the events in the movie are through Mirabel's eyes. That's why her understanding Alma is so important: Mirabel wants to help everyone (not "everyone but Abuela. Let karma get her ✌"). She needed to understand to know how to help in the first place.

For those shitting on Pepa, I'm coming for you 👹

P.d: ofc, I gotta link my Encanto post about non-Hispanics/Latinos complaining, here you go

#encanto #encanto spoilers #disney encanto #abuela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #BRUNO WAS THE FAVOURITE IM TELLING YOU #he was her only son after all and the youngest #anyways #mirabel being the representation of all og us Hispanic girls trying to help the older women in our family to heal??? #fucking amazing #abuela finallt being heard???? fucking mint #this is messy and not so well put together #but yeah #I'm more than happy to talk about Encanto so feel free to reply/send a message/ask #también hablo español sin problemas ✌ #alma madrigal #can't believe i didn't tag her

[dragynkeep]

So I just watched encanto, very good movie super cute. But I dunno the grandma just brings up memories. Maybe it's because I'm not part of the culture, maybe it's because I'm not super close with any family or have elders to look up to or please. But I spent most of my life being degraded and pushed aside by my parents never being able to fit into their expectations. So everytime the grandma showed up it was like hackles rised hissing on defense for me. I would definitely not be so quick to forgive even if an apology and owning mistakes is the first step.

Maybe I'm talking out of my ass maybe I'm just weaker but it was very hard for me to accept the ending when all I can think is the wasted years I spent taking their shit trying to be what they wanted and never could so my instinct now is fuck'em walk out cut them out don't waste anymore time life is too short.

i definitely don’t think you’re weaker for it & obviously everyone’s going to bring their own experiences to the table when they watch a movie about something so applicable as generational trauma. even if you’re not of the culture the movie is specifically about, there’s obviously parts of it that can transcend that like the instance of generational trauma & what grandparents can go through to bring their families to a new, better life but never truly feel like they belong.

i will say that it is obviously very clear that alma cares about her family & that’s precisely the issue that she acknowledges in “all of you”  —  she held onto her children too tight for fear of losing them like she lost pedro & she was forced to become the woman she did through having to run a village all on her own & convince people that their gifts were good things. she says that “to keep the magic strong these gifts must be earned” & it does fit in line with the very catholic mentality that runs through the film, something i have personal experience with from my father’s side of the family.

encanto does a very good job of showing how complex family dynamics can be, especially in multigenerational families which is common in latin america & poc communities. things can be misinterpreted, like the conflict between pepa & bruno where he only made an ill timed joke but pepa obviously felt like her wedding was ruined because it spurred on her powers & neither of them are in the wrong for their emotions there. alma has also never talked down to mirabel, the family was never actively malicious to her but obviously through the lack of communication, mirabel couldn’t voice her frustration at being left out unwittingly because of her lack of a gift until it all boiled over in the confrontation with alma.

like others have said, there is no true villain to the movie. alma is not a villain, she’s as much a victim as the other madrigals to the circumstances that brought them into this situation. if there was really a “villain” it would be trauma but the movie does a really good job in proving the message that you shouldn’t demonize your trauma, you need to give it time & space to reveal what it truly is, love & pain. which is exactly what happened in the last act of encanto; they were forced to feel mirabel’s love & pain in regards to her family & then alma returned that in letting mirabel feel her love & pain for a trauma she’d held guarded close to her for half a century.

while cutting people out of your life is obviously a valid choice for those who choose it, i think this movie pushes a very valid alternate choice that i often see demonized by a lot of traumatized people & abuse survivors; choosing to forgive your abuser. it’s something i’ve seen in regard to abusive characters in media like enji todoroki from mha; in that people really resist the fact  that two of his children chose to forgive him & they’re just as valid in that choice as the children who didn’t & cut him out of their lives. there really needs to be a lot more understanding in these conversations than what i’ve seen, especially in places that are dedicated to talking about family issues like this on reddit & social media, where cutting these people out of your life is the only valid option when it’s not. there is just as much value in working with your family to become better, which is something shown in the finale of the movie when all of the family’s love comes together to rebuild casita, even on an imperfect foundation because your relationships will never be perfect.

obviously not targeted at you solely anon, but for others if you expect perfection in your relationships & aren’t willing to also give way, while protecting yourself, then you will just finding yourself cutting everyone out of your life. i know this because i’ve been there & it was just as harmful as a coping mechanism as just staying in a traumatic situation hoping it’ll get better.

obviously this applies mostly to people who are willing to make that effort, after all don’t set yourself on fire to keep someone warm when they aren’t willing to change, but the film showed us that the madrigals are willing to make that change, they had begun that process in the finale. it wasn’t a finite ending but it was one that showed a lot of promise & i don’t think that should be disregarded just because the ending was “lacking” for some people.

i wouldn’t say no to a tv series like tangled tho —

#encanto #encanto analysis #owl.txt #answered #q #yes i have a lot of feelings abt encanto #my server has been crying abt it #for like a wheeze straight wheeze

[mxgilray]

So I've debated writing about this here, mainly because there's been a lot of backlash on this site towards LGBTQIA+ people who post about seeing themselves in the characters and experiences portrayed in Encanto, and frankly more hate for being myself isn't something I want to deal with. But, I have strong emotions about this, so I'm doing my piece, in an attempt to bring myself a little inner peace.

***I am not in any way trying to say that Encanto is meant to be a queer experience or attempting to erase the unique POC experiences that occur in this movie. Nor am I trying to imply anything about Bruno's sexuality or gender identity. Simply speaking on how I, a person who comes from a very tight knit family whose lives are heavily intertwined, relate to Bruno, the outcast whose family pushed him away without realizing what they were doing.

Alrightie, disclaimers out of the way, here it goes..

After watching Encanto with my parents the other day, my mom asked me why I like Bruno so much. At the time I couldn't really put it into words why I relate to him, but in truth I had an answer, just not one I felt I could share with her(and it is far from concise because I'm never concise):

Bruno is the odd one out amongst the triplets, the one who's fallen behind his siblings, the one that's alone, the one no one really understands, the one who brings hardship to his family just by being himself. A core part of him, his gift, was deemed a curse and a hindrance to the family, to the point that he stopped embracing that part of himself entirely and went into hiding to avoid causing more pain. Now, as to how that relates to me and my life, we gotta look at my family first.

We are very close. Like, seeing my brother and his wife and son multiples times a week, my mom talking to my sister on the phone during her lunch break most days, knowing everything about each other's personal lives and friends and such. I live with my parents still because northern VA is expensive as fuck, so they are especially entwined in my daily existence. I love my family deeply, and not having this closeness would be awful. I have gone to great lengths to be someone my family approves of to avoid hurting them or causing problems for them. My family would never outright abandon me or cut me out of their lives no matter what, but they have a version of me they accept as the real me, and a version of me they've tried hard to forget about.

Now let's take a look at the similarities between my siblings and Bruno's siblings. Both my siblings are married, considered successful by societal standards, are viewed as having found their place in the world, and being their authentic selves is seen as good and right. They have had plenty of their own struggles, don't get me wrong, but they both have their shit figured out and are thriving. My emotionally volatile yet caring sister (much like Pepa) and my responsible, protective brother (like Julieta) are applauded for following their hearts and embracing their true selves.

Then there's me. The real me, not the version I've created to appease my family,  in essence hiding in the walls of my own body to keep from hurting my family. I've never had a relationship last longer than 4 months, I'm more melancholy than my family, I'm the funny one despite also being the most depressed one, I am far from independent, and (most importantly) I have spent the past 7ish years hiding my authentic self in order to keep from hurting my family.

Allow me to elaborate:

I came out as ftm trans in 2012, I lasted 2 years before detransitioning. Why? My family hated my true self. They felt that I was trying to be someone in not, that I was causing unnecessary problems. My mom straight up told me she didn't understand how I could say I was a guy yet still want to occasionally dress feminine, that I might as well just stay female and avoid the whole ordeal. I went from presenting as ftm to genderfluid to try to bring some peace, but that backfired in that my family all instantly reverted back to feminine pronouns and pretended like being trans was just a phase(and I stopped correcting them because what was the point?). I caused my mom to cry I don't how many times over me "making life difficult for myself", got misgendered constantly by "friends" and family, and my sister's then bf drove me to try to kill myself because he convinced me that I was an irredeemable freak.

Now, Bruno is not trans. But, his gift of seeing the future is looked on as a curse, much like how my family viewed my transness. By using the gift he was given, aka embracing his entire self, Bruno constantly brought hardship to his family and community. People liked him less after he got his gift (much like how I could feel and see people reacting negatively towards me after I came out), and he felt like a burden just by existing as himself.

"My gift wasn't helping my family, but I love my family" Bruno's explanation for why he left but didn't actually leave hit the nail on the head for why I detransitioned. I could see my gender identity hurting my family. Every day, I saw the pain it caused my mom clear on her face, I felt the disdain my siblings held for my 'new personality', I heard how my dad avoided acknowledging pronouns at all in order to keep pretending I was still his little girl. I was hurting my family by existing, so I took my sister's ex bfs advice and tried to remove myself from their lives. When that didn't work, I settled for hiding myself back behind the 'good daughter' persona. And wow boy the shift in how my family and friends treated me was palpable. My curse was over, I was back to being 'myself' in their eyes.

And I tried so hard for so many years to be that girl for them. I really wanted to not be a burden on my family. I know they don't appreciate Sampson, and they would rather I stay hidden in the walls to keep from causing problems. So that's what I've been doing, and it's caused extreme internal turmoil for me(any of y'all who've witnessed the other late night identity posts I've made over the years and promptly deleted the next morning know exactly what I'm talking about). But I don't know how to be myself and be in the lives of my family, not if they are gonna give me the same look they did back in 2012/13/14. That look of disappointment at the person I've grown into.

Heck, I didn't even stay my true self around my friends. With my family so deeply linked with my friendgroup, it felt easier to detransition completely instead of living my authentic life when with friends and wearing a mask at home. I've only allowed myself to exist authentically while cosplaying male characters, and I've tried so hard to ignore that sense of "feeling like myself finally" that washes over me when I'm in a binder or fake facial hair or masculine clothing. I let everyone in my life believe I actually felt like a girl, I lied to everyone, even myself, to the point of having a bit of a split personality and swinging wildly between my faked persona and my real self. I've been a mess of a human for years, trying to force myself to be good enough and female enough and hating myself for it.

I relate to Bruno because like him I feel like a burden and a failure, especially compared to my siblings who were dealt more acceptable hands in life. Like Bruno, I'm hiding right next to my family, having to pretend I don't exist so they can have a happy life. I stopped embracing a core part of myself because my family was better off without the hardship I kept causing. Like Bruno, I didn't choose to be like this, yet I was demonized for it. My transness was looked on negatively by my family even though it is inherently not a bad thing, same as Bruno's gift.

I'd like to think that when I come out to them again I'll be embraced and loved like Bruno was upon returning, but unfortunately life isn't a Disney movie. And that's why I couldn't explain all this to my mom, and why I'm praying for the day I can afford to move out so I can start HRT and live as myself. I love my family, and our lives are deeply entwined so it's not something I'll be hiding from them once I start my transition, but at least if I'm not living with them I don't have to deal with the daily reminder that I'm not who they want me to be etched across their faces. I just wish they'd actually accept all of me.

#personal #ftm #lgbt #lgbtq #tw suicide mention #gender #personal rant #queer #encanto discourse #encanto #disney #let's see if i decide to delete this in the AM so I can keep living the Lie #bruno madrigal

[jalapeno-princess]

What if I never love again?

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst, Lovers to Ex’s, smut (If you are a soft Mark stan, I suggest you stay away this is a sad one) 

Warning: Intended for 18+ audience

Word Count: 9.1k

Summary: Your relationship with Mark has been on the rocks lately so you decided if it would be best to end things with him before it would get worst. Since it was your last night together, Mark wanted to make the most of it and made love to you one last time.

A/N: Based on the song “All I ask” by Adele but I got inspired by Bruno Mars’ version when writing this. I didn’t meant to get all in the feels but I hope you all enjoy!

I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before you know So why don't we just play pretend Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing leftLook, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask isIf this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?

When he walked in to your shared apartment after a long day of work, he wanted nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep. Mark was exhausted. He’s been working overtime for the last few weeks and it was taking a toll on both his mind and his body. Little did he know, it was also taking a toll on your relationship. However, although he was oblivious to the fact that your relationship was no longer what it used to be, he wasn’t surprised when he saw some of your luggage leaning up against the wall. He knew it was coming. You were leaving him, and he was aware that there was nothing he could do about it. 

The two of you have been distant for the last three months with neither of you knowing where it all went wrong. It came out of no where and no matter how much you both claimed to love each other, love was just not enough anymore. You no longer acted like a couple. If anything, your relationship felt like a chore. 

The two of you fought more often over such minuscule stuff. The dirty dishes left in the sink, him leaving the toilet seat up, not picking up after your dog Milo and no longer telling you where he was never really used to bother you. But as the days went by, simple tasks he failed to do began to frustrate you more and more. Then came the lack of intimacy. It wasn’t just the lack of sex. Sex wasn’t everything in your relationship, although whenever the two of you did make love, it was always a mind blowing experience. You and Mark were known to be very clingy. There was one point in your four year relationship where neither of you could keep your hands off of one another. Your friends had to sit in between the two of you whenever you’d have outings just to prevent the two of you from touching each other so much. These days, you’d get a kiss on the forehead if you were lucky; and what upset you, was the fact that he didn’t seem to be bothered by the distance. 

He seemed to be fine with the fact that your relationship was not what it used to be. It was common for couples who have been together for a while to be independent sometimes, but the current state of your relationship and the way it was falling apart had nothing to do with independence. Mark took a couple of seconds to breathe and take everything in before making his way in to your room. When he walked in, his eyes immediately landed on your tiny frame. It was then in that moment that he realized how much weight you’ve lost. He hated the thought of your relationship being the reason for your unhappiness. 

He stood there, watching you as you packed and he could feel his heart break with every piece of clothing you folded in to your suitcase. Once he heard you sniffle, that was it for him. 

“Hey.” You turned around in shock. You weren’t expecting him to come home so early. He had a tendency for coming home in the wee hours of the morning. That’s why you decided to start packing your things. You didn’t want to leave. You’ve been contemplating your decision for weeks now; but you could no longer stay in a relationship you weren’t happy in anymore. As much as you loved Mark and wanted things to work out between the two of you, you knew things were going to remain the same even if you were to stay. 

How could you stay when the spark was no longer there? When looking at him no longer sent butterflies to your tummy? When hearing him call your name no longer sent fire to your bones and his touches no longer sent shivers down your spine? There was no point in staying in a relationship where your hearts weren’t completely in it anymore. You didn’t know what he was feeling. Mark always had a hard time communicating his feelings. Especially when it came down to your relationship. So you could never tell what he was thinking or what exactly was on his mind. 

“Hi.” He slowly walked over to you and motioned towards your suitcase. 

“Where are you going?” Although he wasn’t one to be vocal and to speak up about things that were bothering him, you could always read him by his facial expressions. There was a hint of pain in his eyes followed by curiosity. The sight of him looking so sad broke your heart even more than it already was. Mark was a very sensitive person. You’ve seen him cry many times during the duration of your relationship. One time, the two of you were watching Moana and before you knew it, you felt something wet drip on to your shoulder. When you went to see what it was, you smirked at the sight of Mark’s eyes tearing up. His sensitivity was one of the things you loved about him. He was extremely soft, very kind with the biggest heart. 

You missed the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. As the years went by, time cruelly turned him in to a man you could hardly recognize. Although you’ve seen him cry many times, you’ve never seen him cry over you. He never really had a reason to. Everything was going so well between the two of you. You were the picture perfect couple that all your friends and even some of your family members were envious about. Hell, your mom started planning your wedding only three months after you and Mark started dating. Unfortunately, it seems that all good things come to an end and your relationship seemed to be one of them. 

“I’m leaving you.” The quiver in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to him and he felt as if someone stabbed him in the chest once those three words left your lips. It was obvious you were leaving, but he wasn’t going to let you go without knowing the reason. 

“Why?” You noticed him sink down on his knees and made his way next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him trying to reach out for you but pulling back before getting to do so. A huge part of you wanted him to pull you in to his embrace while rocking you back and forth and telling you that things were going to be okay. That he would try and fix your relationship and that he didn’t want you to go. But it was too late. The damage was done and there was nothing he could say or do to change your mind. 

“You don’t love me anymore. Our relationship isn’t the same. It’s suffocating me. I’m not happy Mark. I haven’t been happy for months and I know you haven’t been either. So why are we continuing to set fire to an already put out flame? Why are we allowing ourselves to waste our time in a relationship that practically no longer exists? We hardly ever see each other anymore and when we come home, it’s like we’re strangers. We don’t acknowledged each other’s presence, we don’t kiss, hug, hell I can’t even remember the last time we sat down and actually talked. I tried to lie to myself; couples go through rough patches all the time. It’s only natural. But this rough patch has been going on for months Mark and it doesn’t seem to bother you. It’s been killing me but you obviously aren’t phased by how we’ve been acting towards one another. I’m tired Mark. I can’t continue living like this. It’s affecting both my mental and physical health and even my work ethic. My boss threatened to fire me the other day if I didn’t get my shit together and that’s why I made the decision to leave.” 

You released a frustrated sigh before continuing where you left off from. It felt like a huge weight fell from your shoulders as you told him everything you were feeling. You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall from your cheeks. Now that Mark was there and sitting right next to you, it was finally hitting you that you were leaving him. That once you packed up all your things and left the apartment, there was no going back. Mark would no longer be in your life and the idea made you want to throw up, but there was nothing you could do. If the two of you were to continue your relationship and pretend like nothing was wrong, like you weren’t slowly dying on the inside, then you were going to lose yourself completely. 

A life without Mark was one you never wanted to live. He was your everything and you were sure that he was the man you wanted to settle down and spend the rest of your life with. Whenever you heard the word forever, Mark would always pop up in your mind. Now the word felt bitter on your lips and the longer you stayed in the same room with him, the more you felt like you would suffer a panic attack. As you were about to put one of your blouses in your suitcase, you felt Mark’s fingers wrap around your wrist, preventing you from packing away your clothes. 

“Mark—“ 

“You wore this blouse on our first date remember? I was so nervous because I wanted everything to be perfect. I still had a hard time believing that you actually wanted to date me and that you said yes. Jackson wouldn’t hear the end of it when I told him you said yes to going on a date with me. God, you looked so beautiful that night. Your hair was curled so nicely and you weren’t wearing any make up yet I felt like you were the most ethereal being I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” You didn’t even realize that he moved closer towards you until he turned you around and placed some of your hair behind your ear.

“I planned our first date out as soon as you said yes. The idea of finally making you mine after months of crushing over you felt like a dream. I didn’t know what you liked nor did I know where to take you. It was Jinyoung who reminded me that the location meant nothing. As long as I was with you, I didn’t care where we went, what we ate or what we did. But seeing that breathtaking smile of yours when you saw the picnic I set up for us at the beach made all my worries and negative thoughts disappear.” 

The memories from your first date together came rushing back like a freight train and you couldn’t help but softly giggle at the thought of his clumsy Mark was. You gave him an A for effort as he tried to impress you with corny pick up lines and he even tried to feed you because he felt like it was romantic. Unfortunately, most of the dinner he prepared ended up either on your lap or on the blanket, but you both had an amazing time nonetheless. You took this time to look up at him and your heart felt as if it was being ripped apart in to a million pieces. Were you really going to leave this beautiful man sitting in front of you? 

Even if things were no longer the same between the two of you, waking up next to him made you feel safe. Mark’s arms were your home and God, you were homesick. But you’ve been homeless for months now and even if the two of you tried to fix things, nothing would go back to the way they used to be. 

“I don’t—I can’t—where did you even get the idea that I am no longer in love with you y/n? I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately, but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. I love you with every fiber of my pathetic being. I’ve always loved you and I’m always going to love you. Fuck. I can’t ever seem to stop loving you, the love I have for you only gets stronger as the days go by. I don’t know what I would do without you. Please y/n, rethink your decision. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I know it’s probably too late, I broke you beyond repair. Look at you. You look exhausted. Broken. You’re a ghost living in your body and I’m so fucking sorry that things ended up this way. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to hurt you. I would rather die before causing you any pain but look where we are. We’re strangers and I know it’s my fault we’re like this so I know I’m the only one who can fix it. Please, please, please. Let me fix things. Let me make it work, you and I both know I’m not letting you go that easily. Tell me what I can do to stop you from leaving. I’ll do anything. I’ll quit my job, I’ll drop all my friends, I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to make you happy again and to fix our relationship. I’m not losing you y/n. Please baby, give us one more chance. You’re my person y/n, I love you.” 

Your mind was so clouded up with his words that you failed to notice him pull you on to his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in to your neck. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed the feeling of his warm embrace. You missed being held by him, being adored by him, being protected by him, being loved by him. His words were affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. This is why you decided to pack before he came home because you knew there was no way you’d be able to leave if he asked you to stay. If he had the right words to promise you that things would get better, then you would stay. 

Hearing him bring up your first date made this entire situation more difficult for you. He still cared, that you know was true. If he no longer cared, he wouldn’t have remembered what you wore that day nor would he have reminisced on that day in it’s entirety. Hearing him sniffle against your neck sent an unsettling sensation to your chest and you hated that you were doing this to him. However, he needed to feel the pain and the suffering you went through in these last few months. When he felt you place a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, he was confident that you were going to give him another chance. That was until you got up from his lap and returned back to folding your clothes. 

“So that’s it? You’re going to disregard my words, disregard my feelings and the fact that I want to work things out? I don’t want anybody but you y/n. If you leave me tonight, I promise you I’m going to give up on love completely. There’s no point in being in love if it’s not with you. Are you really going to let four years, some of the best years of both our lives go down the drain? You claim that you still love me, but you’re ripping my fucking heart out and stepping on it in front of me like it means nothing to you! Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that you’re fine being without me. That breaking up with me is what you think is best for us, then I’ll let you go. If you can honestly tell me that you no longer care for me or have any feelings for me, then there’s nothing I can do about it. But I know you. I know every little thing about you. I know you like the back of my hand y/n. Fuck, I know you better than I know myself.” 

He hesitantly stepped towards and when he noticed you weren’t moving away from him, he continued. “I know you’re unhappy. So am I. You don’t think I haven’t noticed we aren’t what we used to be? The distance fucking sucks y/n and I hate that I don’t know when, why or how we even got like this but that doesn’t matter. I’m sorry you’re so sad, and I’m sorry I’ve been a shit boyfriend. You deserve nothing but happiness y/n. You’re not going to find it if you were to leave. I don’t mean to sound narcissistic, but you need me just as much as I need you. If it’s time and space that you need, then I’ll give it to you. But please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me. I love you. I love you so fucking much baby. Please.” 

You were practically a mess at this point. The tears were running down your face like a dam and you had no intentions on wiping them away. Every word that fell from his lips felt like a punch to the face and before you could even process your actions, your lips were on his. This kiss was rough, as soon as he came to the realization of what was happening, he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to his chest as possible. It felt amazing. 

The two of you haven’t kissed like this in months and it felt like your entire body was in flames. He licked and sucked on your bottom lip while grazing his thumb against your hip bone. The moans and soft curses that fell from his lips sent warmth directly to your core and you were mad at yourself for letting lust take over you. But if this was going to be your last night together, you wanted to make the most of it. 

“Mark.” He continued smashing his lips against yours while biting on your lip, asking for entrance and hummed in curiosity to get you to continue. “I’m still leaving you.” You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt when he pulled away abruptly, but you couldn’t blame him. It was you who initiated the kiss, so it was understandable that he was confused to hear that the kiss didn’t mean what he hoped it did. 

“Then why the fuck would you kiss me? You’re leading me on and made me think that you’re giving us another chance only to tell me that the kiss meant nothing? What the fuck did I do to hurt you so badly that you turned in to this emotionless version of yourself? Is this what you want? You want me to suffer don’t you? How many times do I have to apologize and beg for you to put some thought in to this? I’m not playing around y/n. You better tell me what you want now, or I’ll leave you to it.” You took in his angry expression and shivered at the sight. In the many years that you’ve known him for, Mark wasn’t one to get upset all too often. 

Since he was very soft spoken, he never made it known that something was bothering him. However, he was bad at hiding his facial expressions. One look in his eyes and you knew he was pissed off. There was one occasion where his friend BamBam crashed his motorcycle, his most prized possession and although he told the younger boy that it was okay, you knew by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched that he was outraged. You reached out for his arm and winced when he yanked it away from you. 

“Don’t you dare act like the victim here and try to pretend that you didn’t just fuck me over. I got it already y/n. We’re over. We’re done! Fine! That’s what you want, I have to learn to accept it but stop saying one thing and doing another. It’s not fair for either of us. Okay? I wish you the best with your life and I’m always going to love you. Don’t you ever forget that.” Before he could walk out that door, you gently called out his name. 

“I don’t want to leave you.” He released a frustrated sigh but stayed in his place, as if he wanted to hear the rest of what you had to say. 

“Y/n please don’t start—“ 

“I mean it. I don’t want to leave you Mark.” He turned around to face you and crossed his arms to prevent himself from reaching out to you. He didn’t know what you were thinking. Mark could read you like an open book. He knew when you were tired, hungry, bored, he knew when someone said something that upset you and he knew when you were about to cry. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to read you or your body language as of right now so he didn’t know what your next move would be. He wasn’t sure whether or not to put his guard up. 

“Then don’t.” You let out a sarcastic chuckle that sent a chill down his spine. It was obvious that you were no longer the happy-go-lucky college freshman he fell in love with all those years ago and he hated this cold person you turned in to. 

“If only it was that easy. If I had another choice, do you really think I would’ve packed up all my things with the intent of leaving? I’ve contemplated this for weeks Mark. It wasn’t an overnight decision. I had to write down the pros and cons of leaving. There were more pros then cons. I’m not myself anymore Mark. I have to leave you to find myself again. Okay? Maybe one day, if the universe feels like we are meant to be together, then we’ll find each other again. I have no doubt in my mind that you and I are soulmates. We need to live without each other to realize just how much we need one another.” 

He brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose and pinched it out of frustration. You were right. The only way the two of you would be okay again is if you spent time apart in order to realize you can’t be without the other person. “Fine. If that’s what you feel will help bring us together again, then I just have to go along with it. But if I go along with your wishes, you have to go along with mine.” He motioned for you to walk over to him and immediately pulled you back against his chest. “I want you hold me. Hold me as tightly as you can. Like you’re never going to let me go. Like I’m not going to wake up to an empty bed to—tomorrow morning.” Hearing his voice crack as he came to the realization that this was actually happening was heartbreaking. You squeezed him as hard as you could and left chaste kisses all around his face. 

The two of you stood there holding each other for what felt like hours. You wanted to hold him and be held by him for as long as time permitted you to do so. However, as you were about to continue your ministrations, he gently gripped your chin and lowered your face so that you were eye level with him. 

“I want to make love to you tonight. Is that okay?” You nodded quickly and he didn’t hesitate to pick you up by the back of your thighs and hoisted you up against his knee. He began to attack your collarbone with his lips all the while guiding you on top of the bed. He brought his knee in between your thighs and the feeling of the rough material from his dress pants against your core sent shivers down your spine. 

Mark started to run his hand back and forth along your thigh and continued to grind himself against your clothed entrance in order to get any sort of friction against his growing erection. His lips were hot against yours and his tongue was roughly attacking every corner in your mouth. He made it aware that he was definitely not going easy on you tonight. Mark wasn’t sure when he would be able to have you like this again, or if he would ever be able to love on your body like this again, so he wanted to make a memory the two of you would never forget. 

“Tell me what you want y/n.” You let out a wanton moan as he dragged his fingers agonizingly slow along your soaking folds. 

“You, I want you.” To your dismay, he stopped his movements altogether and softly caressed your cheek. 

“But you’re leaving me.” You were sure that the way he was looking at you, with tears forming in his eyes like a child who just got their favorite toy taken away from them was going to stay in your mind forever. 

“Mark, please don’t start.” He released a frustrated grunt before lowering himself on top of you and kissing you all around your face. 

“I’m sorry. Let me give you a reason to stay baby.” Mark was quick to remove your shirt and his fingers unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere across the room. “Such pretty titties. How did I go so long without them?” You giggled softly before your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head once he brought one of your breasts inside of his mouth. Breast play was one of your favorite parts of sex and Mark was always so generous when it came to loving on your beautiful mounds. His mouth was warm against your nipple, licking and swirling around the hardened bud while he pinched and twisted your other nipple with his fingers. Your hands absentmindedly made their way in to his hair, gently tugging on it the longer he spent sucking on your breasts. 

“Mmm—so good. Please don’t stop.” He continued his ministrations and you were so focused on him playing with your tits that you failed to notice his hand leave your nipple and make it’s way down to your clit. Feeling him pinch and flick your nub sent a pleasurable sensation to your core and you couldn’t help but release a breathy moan at how good it all felt. He yanked off both your pants and your underwear while he brought his fingers in to your cunt and began to pump them at a rough pace, not giving you any time to adjust or get comfortable. His fingers felt so good in your tight and velvety walls and you were sure by the way it felt and from past experiences that you could come by just his fingers alone. But that’s not what you wanted. 

If this was under different circumstances, you would want him to take time loving on your body like he used to. However, you needed to be one with him. You wanted him inside of you. Mark made it obvious that he had his plans of how tonight was going to go with the way he was taking control of everything but you wanted to do things your way. 

“Mark—as good as this all feels—mmm fuck—I need you inside of me. Now.” He pulled himself away from your chest and left a few kisses there before reconnecting your lips together but his fingers still had yet to leave your folds. 

“I want that too baby, but you have to be patient. I want to have you in all the ways that I possibly can. I’m going to eat this pretty pussy of yours, you’re going to choke on my dick as I force it down your tight little throat and then I’ll fuck you like my life depends on it. Got it?” You found yourself nodding at his command only because he sounded so sexy whenever he was rough and dominant with you. As he made his way down to your core, he started leaving wet, sloppy kisses all along your body and even began to make his mark with a couple of hickeys here and there. He ran his fingers alongside your hips and soon you felt his hot breath against where you needed him the most. To your dismay, he began to tease you, biting on the inside of your thighs and massaging them while kissing just about your clit. 

You knew exactly what he was doing and as much as you wanted to shove his head against your entrance so that he could relieve the burning sensation that was building in your tummy, you knew not to stop him from what he was doing. After a few moments of taking his time in dragging his hands along the lower half of your body, he finally licked a stripe along your folds earning himself a soft moan. An adorable chuckle fell from his lips as he began to eat you out like this was his last meal and the feeling made you wrap your legs around his neck. His pace was rough as he brought his tongue up and down your folds while nibbling and sucking on your clit. 

Mark was always extremely generous whenever it came to eating you out. He knew your likes, your dislikes, what could make you scream and squirm to his liking. He did whatever he could to make you sing for him. Knowing he would get you to be more vocal by doing so, he shoved his two fingers back inside of you while continuing to lick and suck on your folds. The sensation was mind blowing and you wanted him to both stop, and to go faster. Feeling you tug on his hair as he continued loving on your soaking pussy made him go even faster. One of Mark’s biggest weaknesses was hair pulling. Whenever you’d pull on his soft, curly locks as a way to control your burning desire, the sensation would send chills down his spine. 

It was obvious that you were close, your throaty moans and the way you were looking at him was proof enough that you were close to losing it and Mark took that as a sign to go all in. “M—Mark. Oh my God Mark—just like that. Your tongue and your fingers feels so good—I’m so close. Please—I want to come so badly.” Right as you felt him moan against your clit, you were releasing all over his tongue and screaming out in pleasure as he lapped up all of your juices. He took a few more moments sucking you clean before making his way back up to you and brought his fingers up to your mouth. 

“Open. Now suck. You naughty little girl. Tell me how it tastes. So fucking good right? My pretty princess, are you ready to choke on me now? You made me hard just by those sounds you were making as I ate you out. Did it feel good? I need words baby.” You sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could, tasting yourself on top of them and releasing them from your mouth with a loud pop. 

“So good. It felt and tasted amazing. You’re always so good to me Mark. I missed having your fingers inside of me. Let me take care of you now.” He didn’t even have to respond before you stole a sloppy kiss from the corner of his mouth and made your way down to your knees. Even from the beginning of your relationship, you always preferred giving head over receiving it. As good as Mark was to you whenever he went down on you, you loved the feeling of having his dick shoved down your throat. It was hard to explain, but you were sure having him get all rough and dominant with you was one of your biggest turn ons. Plus, hearing him grunt and groan about how good your mouth felt while he forced himself deeper down your throat always made you wet. You unzipped him from his pants and pulled them from his legs as quickly as you possibly could. 

Since it’s been so long since you’ve had him like this, you were eager to have him back in to your mouth again. A part of you wanted to tease him, you loved getting a rise out of him by only touching and stroking him because you knew how desperate he was to fuck your mouth. But this time was different. Knowing it was your last night together, you didn’t want to waste one minute of it doing unnecessary things. You placed a kiss against his clothed dick and palmed him for a few seconds just to give yourself a moment to breathe. Finally, you pulled him out of the constraints of his underwear and you couldn’t help but drool at the sight of his painfully hardened and extremely red cock. 

Mark was extremely well endowed. He was both long and thick, and although you were a firm believer that penises were extremely ugly, something about Mark’s would always make your mouth water. There were times where he had you beg to suck on his cock or to give him a hand job only because he knew how much you’d crave for it. You were quick to take it in your hand and licked a stripe against the slit earning you a soft moan. Then you began to circle your tongue around the tip knowing just how much Mark enjoyed it. You ran your thumb in between the slit as you began to lick stripes along the sides of his shaft and spit on it so it was lubricated enough to make it easier for you to pump him. As you began to bring your hand up and down his length, you looked up at him and licked your lips at the sight of him biting his bottom lip. The facial expressions he’d make while you’d suck him off were always so sexy. You continued to pump him although you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. 

“Baby—baby please. I need your mouth—let me—let me fuck your pretty mouth—ah shit.” Hearing Mark beg wasn’t something you weren’t used to. He would always beg if the situation called for it. As much as he hated being submissive, only because he loved being the one in control, he loved seeing you get rough and taking the lead sometimes. Finally after what felt like forever, you took as much of him as you possibly could in to your mouth while fondling with his balls. You could feel his tip touch the back of your throat and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. His veins were throbbing against the sides of your cheeks and you brought your hands up to his thighs to support you as you continued your ministrations. The constant moans and curses that fell from his lips as you continued to bob your head back and forth sent warmth to your core. You loved getting to please Mark in any way that you could and hearing him admit how good your mouth felt made you mentally giggle. 

“F—Fuck. Your mouth y/n—holy shit. So wet—so warm—so tight—I’m gonna Fuck the shit out of your face now, is that okay?” The hum against his cock caused him to release a content sigh and before you knew it, his hands were at the base of your hair, tying a makeshift ponytail so that he could have a letter grip on your long locks. He didn’t give you much time to prepare yourself as he began to shove his cock down your throat even deeper than you were already taking him. You couldn’t help but choke on it, the force was too much for you to handle but you didn’t want him to stop. 

You continued to bob your head back and forth against him while sinking your nails in to the back of his thighs. His speed was relentless, it’s as if he was taking out all his anger and frustration from the thought of you leaving him on your mouth. He yanked your ponytail and pulled you off of him, making eye contact with you and you shivered at his animalistic he looked. 

“My beautiful little cockslut, how does it feel having my big cock shoved down this pretty little throat? It feels so fucking good to me. You’re so good at sucking me off baby. You look so pretty like this, so dirty. I wanna see something real quick.” Before you could ask him what he meant, he brought his finger back down to your clit and rubbed at your folds all but gently. “You’re soaking angel. Sucking my dick got you this wet? You love sucking me off don’t you? Look at me y/n. Look at me while I fuck this dirty mouth of yours.” He brought himself back in to your mouth and glided his hips full force till his tip was grazing your uvula. Seeing him throw his head back at how good you were blowing him was such a beautiful sight. You loved seeing the look of pleasure on Mark’s face as you sucked him dry. 

All too soon, you felt his warm, creamy liquid filling up your mouth and you did your best to milk him for everything he had. Once you were done, he pulled you up from off the ground and roughly brought your lips to his. “You are so fucking perfect y/n. God, what am I going to do without you?” You cupped his cheek and grazed his nose with your thumb. Although he just finished face fucking you, his worried and melancholic tone made your heart hurt. No matter how much fun you were having and how much you would miss being intimate with him; hell, just missing him in general, you had to leave him. It’s what you felt the two of you needed. Instead of allowing him to continue to make you feel guilty of breaking his heart, you pushed him down on the bed and removed his dress shirt; moaning softly to yourself when you saw his defined chest and growing six pack. 

It was obvious that the two of you haven’t had sex in a while, he was still working on getting more built the last time you had him writhing underneath you. Now, you were screwed. His arms were definitely bigger and you were excited to have him pin you down with his more toned biceps. But before you’d allow him to be on top, you wanted to give him a little treat of his own. “Let me ride.” He groaned when you got on top of his lap and hovered over him. Cowgirl was one of your favorite positions because you loved the feeling of bouncing up and down Mark’s cock and with the way he would hide himself in the crook of your neck to prevent himself from being too loud made it aware to you that he was just as much a fan as you were. 

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before sitting right on top of his extremely hardened erection. To Mark’s dismay, you began to tease him, grinding yourself back and forth along his length but not doing anything to help the painful feeling of wanting more. His hands made their way down to your waist and he gripped gently, helping guide you back and forth before whispering gentle threats in to your ear. “Keep teasing me and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the week princess. I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you, that’s a promise.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how vulgar his words were and you finally did the both of yourselves a favor by guiding him to your entrance. 

You brought him along your folds to lubricate him enough before finally sinking on top of him. The two of you moaned in sync at how delicious the stretch felt. It’s been so long since he’s been in you and Mark considered calling himself a born again virgin. Your walls clenched around him and the older boy felt embarrassed because he was sure that he was going to come before actually getting to move. In between your thighs was Mark’s favorite place to be and he felt overwhelmed by how tight you were. 

“Fuck—shit—shit—I’m going to need you to do something baby—move y/n—move! Ahhh—just like that princess. Bounce on me—mmmmm.” You began to bounce on his cock at such a quick pace you’d give jack rabbits a run for their money. The sound of skin on skin slapping echoed throughout the room alongside of both your moans, whines and cusses of how good it felt fucking each other. Your ass clapped against his thighs as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust. Mark was a power bottom, even if you were on top he’d never let you do anything by yourself. He pinched and slapped at your ass while bringing one of your breasts in to his mouth and harshly sucking on it. His name fell off your lips like a mantra, you couldn’t get over how amazing this all felt. 

His fingers began to twist at your nipple while he began to bring the other one in between his teeth. Your hands made their way in to his hair, gently tugging at his scalp and you continued gyrating your hips against his. To your dismay, you felt Mark grabbing at your ass and lifting you up from off of his lap. He knew you were going to ask him what he was doing, so he flipped you over and tossed you on the bed while connecting your lips together. 

“I’m so fucking close and we’ve only been at this for fifteen minutes. I refuse to come in such a short amount of time and when I do come inside this pretty pussy of yours, I wanna see your face while I do it. Fuck, I will never get over how huge and beautiful your tits are. I would suck on them all day if I could. But now, now I want to fuck your brains and blow your back out. Ready for me baby?” You nodded quickly against his neck and he took no time to line himself up at your entrance before entering you and filling you up to the hilt. You hid your face in his chest and bit down on your hand to prevent yourself from screaming out at how erotic this all was, but he yanked your hand from out of your mouth and growled. 

“So fucking tight—don’t hide those pretty sounds baby. Let everyone know whose fucking you this good. Scream my name y/n. Let the neighbors know who this pussy belongs to.” His pace was rough and very quick as he began to bury himself inside of you. The headboard started to hit up against the wall and you were sure you’d be hearing complaints and knocks against the walls pretty soon with how loud the two of you were being. He brought your legs up on to his shoulders because he knew he could hit you deeper in this position. His cock felt so good against your core with each and every thrust and he brought his finger up to your clit, flicking and pinching at your already swollen nub. 

“M—Mark—holy shit Mark—mmmmm—so big—so good—faster please—I need you to go faster.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. His balls began to hit the back of your ass and you couldn’t help but to scratch his back in response to how insane it was driving you. Sweat was building up on both of your bodies and the room wreaked of sex. He started to pepper your face with kisses and smiled at you gently causing your heart to flutter. To your confusion, he motioned for you to drop your legs and brought himself deeper in to your thighs. He reached up at your hands and intertwined while slowing down his pace. 

“Y/n.” You didn’t want to make eye contact with him because you knew you would tear up if you were to look at him, but you found yourself staring up at him anyway. He brushed back some of your hair and left a chaste kiss on your lips before gazing at you. The animalistic look in his eye was no longer there. It was now softer, more gentle and you could’ve sworn you saw a tear fall from his cheek. 

“I love you. With every single bone and breath in my body. For today, tomorrow and I’m sure the rest of my life, I will love you and only you. Please—please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you. You’re the reason for my existence, you’re the cause of the smile on my face. My heart, it only beats for you. I love you—I love you—so fucking much—I love you.” With each and every thrust, confessions of love and pleas to not leave him fell from his pretty lips. His eyes never left yours once and the only time he let go of your hand was to wipe the tears that came down the longer the two continued to relinquish in what was left of your love. With the way his cock was throbbing in between your legs, you knew he was close and you weren’t too far away. He connected your lips together and before you knew it, you were being filled with his cum. 

“Come on baby, let go for me.” His words alone brought you to sheer ecstasy and you were releasing not too long after him. He plopped himself on top of you and the two of you just laid there in silence, just basking in the other’s presence. His heartbeat was loud against your chest and you were sure he could hear yours too. He ran his fingers through your hair and left soft kisses among it. After lying with each other for a few moments, Mark decided the two of you were in desperate need of a shower. 

“God, I will never get over how beautiful you are. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” In Mark’s words, “lets get you cleaned up” meant another round in your shower. He had you up against the wall while he fucked in to you from behind and once you were done, he took you up against the fridge and on top of the couch. If this was going to be your last night together, he was going to make the most of it. The two of you were exhausted after hours of passionate and extremely steamy love making so Mark helped you change in to one of his shirts and tucked you in to bed before finishing getting himself ready to go to sleep. 

The tears were hot on your cheeks as you waited for him to join you. Is this how it was going to be without him? The bed was  cold and empty and so was your heart. Could you really live without him? When he finally rejoined you in bed, he was quick to pull you against his bare chest and wrapped his arms around your lower back. He smashed his cheek against yours and released an exasperated sigh. “Stay with me tonight, please.” You hesitantly nodded before placing a light kiss on his chest. “Do you have a place to stay?”

“Yeah, my sister offered me to live with her until I find a place of my own.”

“You don’t have to do this you know, you could stay. I can fix this. We can be okay again—“ the soft pinch on his bicep told him otherwise. 

“Can we pretend like none of this is happening and just hold each other and talk—“

You were quick to pick up on the way his brows were furrowing and how he let go of your waist in order to clench his fist. He sighed heavily before interrupting you, the anger in his voice sent chills down your spine. 

“How the fuck am I supposed to pretend like nothing’s wrong y/n? You’re leaving me! You’re not giving us a chance! You’re running away from your problems, from me. Am I supposed to be all happy, sunshine and rainbows when you’re breaking my fucking heart? No way. Let’s be real here y/n. Once you leave, there’s no turning back. We will never be the same. We’ll be strangers again. Like we didn’t plan out our lives together. Like you aren’t the one I plan on spending the rest of my life with. It’s like I mean nothing to you. Like the last four years of our relationship meant nothing to you.” 

Hearing him choke on his words again made your heart hurt. Mark was always the strong one in your relationship. Although he was sensitive, he hardly ever cried in front of you because he never wanted to seem weak. He’s admitted to you that he would cry after the two of you would argue, but not once have you ever seen him cry in front of you. You lovingly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He must’ve had the same mindset as you and pushed the negative thoughts to the back of his mind. 

“Can we—still be friends?” He gave you a knowing look while shaking his head. 

“You and I both know there’s no way we can be just friends. Not after everything we’ve been through. Not when I still have feelings for you and I probably always will. How am I supposed to look at you and resist the urge to want to pull you in my embrace and kiss you with everything I have? There’s no way. I’m sorry. If I can’t have you in my life as my girlfriend, then there’s no point of having you at all.” He grazed your cheek with his thumb. “Do you really think this is the end for us y/n? Do you not see yourself spending the rest of your life with me like I do with you?”

“Of course I do Mark. All I want and could ever want is you. Everything we planned for ourselves, our future, the house with a big yard and our kids running around, I want all of that. I just need some time. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” He placed his chin on your shoulder and left a soft kiss there. 

“We don’t have much time left together. Let’s make the most of it shall we?” The two of you stayed up for a few hours reminiscing on your time together and updated each other on what was going on in your lives that the other didn’t know about. Since both you and Mark were spent from making love to one another, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. You however, decided to take this time to adore Mark while you still could. You brought your fingers up to his face and traced his features as softly as you could in fear of waking him up. Mark was a sight for sore eyes. He was breathtakingly handsome and the fact that he was extremely kind, generous and golden hearted made him all the more attractive than he already was. 

You wish things could be different. If only your mind would allow you to believe that he was going to change. That things would be different but deep down, you knew there was a huge chance he was all talk. He would treat you right and make things better, but it wouldn’t last long. Your heart could no longer handle this rollercoaster you called a relationship. 

After being selfish and taking as much time as you could in his arms, you tried your best to take his arm off of your waist without waking him. Then you grabbed a pair of sweats and made your way in to the bathroom to change, not wanting to make a sound and end up waking the sleeping figure you were trying to get away from. You debated on whether or not you should change out of his shirt, you knew you would end up crying every time you were to look at it but you decided to keep it. You loved Mark’s smell, it was addicting. Just as you were finished, you snuck back in to the room and began to write him a quick note and placed it on your pillow then you went to his side of the bed and placed a long kiss on his lips. 

“I love you so much Mark. You’re mine and I’m yours. Never forget it.” You took one more look at him and forced yourself to hold back your sobs. Your adorable little puppy Milo came running towards you when he noticed you making your way towards the door with all your bags. You knelt down and playfully ruffled his fur. “I’m going to miss you Mai. Take care of daddy for me would you?”

When Mark woke up the next morning to a more vacant bed, he began to panic although he knew there was a huge chance that you left already. That’s how you were, whenever you put your mind to something, you always went through with it. Breaking up with Mark was no different. He allowed the tears and his muffled cries to fill up the room as he began to scream in to his pillow. Why did he have to fall asleep? He could’ve stopped you if he tried a little harder. It was in the moments where he was throwing his fists around that he felt something crunch under the sheets. He picked up your note and his sobs only got louder as he began to read what you had to say.

My dearest Mark,

If you’re reading this, I have already taken my things and left. We’ll find each other again one day and until then, live your best life and take care of yourself. I’m sorry things had to end this way, but I needed to do this for myself. Just because I’m leaving you doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. Don’t you ever question my love for you okay? I love you more than you will ever know.

Forever yours,

Y/n

They say if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s yours forever. If not, then it was never meant to be.

Let this be our lesson in love Let this be the way we remember us I don't wanna be cruel or vicious And I ain't asking for forgiveness All I ask isIf this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?

#got7 imagines #got7 mark #mark tuan #mark tuan got7 #got7 #got7 angst #mark tuan angst #got7 smut #mark tuan smut #mark tuan imagines

[kirieshhhka003]

heyoo! hope you are having a great day💕 i’d like to request hcs of the bucci gang (trish too if you don’t mind?) reacting to a new member desperate because they broke something, like they’re scared of them getting mad or something worse. Im sorry if this is kinda specifc, i haven’t had the best day but your writing always makes me better, ty💕💕

Sorry but I didn’t include Trish, I just hadn’t any ideas about what to write for her, sorry😢. Thank you for your support and request, my dear anon💚

Bucci gang x desperate S/o because they broke something

Bruno Buccellati

They fucked up, they fucked up very much. They crushed a car they were driving trying to escape from enemies following them. It wasn’t a big deal, Bruno with the newbie stole it from the parking, it was the first car they saw. The problem was that enemies were chasing them and Bruno was trying to distract them so S/o had a chance to get to the car and pick Buccellati up afterwards

But now, instead of saving a capo, they were trying to get out of the crushed car, strange smoke started to come out under the hood. S/o needed to find a new car, but how? Bruno was the one who started the engine in a crushed auto, they don’t know how to get a new car(so they simply stoped the first car passing by them and kicked a driver out of it🤷‍♀️)

When they finally arrived Bruno’s right side was injured, his jacket stained with blood. “What took you so long? Did you forgot where we left our car? And the fuck is that, is it another one? Where did you get the first one?” After explaining to him that they crushed their first auto and it took some time to find another one S/o were ready to hear indignations and swearings but instead Bruno chuckled and patted them on the shoulder. “Chill out, that’s okay. I’m not a good driver, so I can understand you. Everything is fine now so don’t think much about it”

Leone Abbacchio

It’s more likely S/o and Leone were on a mission together and during a fight with enemy they ripped his cloak. When Abbacchio noticed the damage on his clothing, knowing his short temper, he quickly got pissed by it

“Don’t you see what you’ve done? Gosh, pull your head out of ass a look at that. It’s ripped! This cloak was bespoken specially for me and now the only thing I can do with it is throw it away!”

But when he looked at their face and saw tears in their eyes he shut himself up. Was it too much for them?

“Oh gosh” he moaned wearily “Okay, there’s nothing we can do with that, I’ll just buy another one, so stop making that disgusting expression on your face and get in a car, we have a lot of work to do”

Guido Mista

The two of them were on a mission together and it was pretty cold so Mista gave them his jacket, so they won’t catch a cold

The next day S/o were ready to give jacket back to Guido but something caught their attention. The fabric on the elbow was ripped and stained with dirt and blood, they fell last night and didn’t even notice the damages on Mista’s garment

They felt guilty for spoiling Guido’s jacket that he kindly lended them. When they came to him and with wet eyes told him that they ripped his jacket Mista was taken aback. They are crying because of that? Really?

“Oh, c’mon, stop it right now. It’s not a big loss, I didn’t like that jacket anyways, so stop crying”

Narancia Ghirga

Firstly he didn’t understand what was wrong with them, they acted strange, but S/o on themselves are pretty eccentric person and Nara is very unobservant

When they started to ask him for forgiveness he was confused. What do they mean? Are there any enemies and they’re trying to notify him in that way that enemies won’t understand it?

When they told him that they accidentally broke his cd-player he was like “Wtf are you dumb? Why are you so nervous? Yeah, it’s a loss, but not a big one. So chill out and don’t bother about it. I thought that there are enemies nearby, you scared me!”

Pannacotta Fugo

The whole team was spending time at their favorite restaurant. Everyone was enjoying their food and company, Bruno and Leone were chatting about upcoming missions, Fugo was reading a new book, Giorno Mista and Narancia were talking about Snoop Dogg’s recent album

Nara was so emotional trying to express how excited he was about new music, he jabbed S/o’s side with his elbow trying to get their attention but he scared them instead. The tea that was in a cup they were holding spilled and some of it got right on Fugo’s book

The both Nara and S/o loose their shit when they saw a book pages soaked with sweet tea, knowing Fugo’s anger management issues. S/o started to apologize, they spoiled his book and of course Fugo had every right to be angry

But instead of shouting at them he just sighed irritably and said “Gosh, you guys are so fucking loud and annoying. Narancia, shut the hell up, nobody wants to hear your squeaky voice yelling about Snoop. And you, you spilled tea on my freaking book, and now it’s all wet and looks more like a rag. It’s a horrible day, I hate all of you so much”

(In less than 10 min he calmed down and started to argue with Nara about what song from the new album is better)

Giorno Giovanna

After a hard mission Giorno and S/o were having an ice cream. It was about 3 pm, they were tired and injured, their clothes were saturated with sweat and blood, it was weary hot and every breath was painful(mostly because of broken ribs)

So why weren’t they going home? Because this blonde brat wanted an ice cream. Giorno was driving a car and he really was going to ride S/o home but a sudden thought hit his pretty head and here they are, eating their ice cream at 3 pm all beaten up and tired

It was a middle of the summer, and even at night it was very hot and stuffy. Giorno was eating his dessert while telling S/o some teenage gibberish about video games and music and they were just sitting nex to him on the bench, almost sleeping, just nodding and yessing

S/o wanted to sleep so badly, they didn’t even notice that their ice cream melted and was dripping down their hand. “Ehhh, are you alright?” They opened their eyes and looked at Giorno, a funny confused expression on his face. Then they looked down and saw their melted ice cream dripping right on his leg

Yeah, his pants were dirty and stained with blood after a mission but now there is a sweet ice cream that is so hard to wash out. Giorno saw their worry and laughed quietly “Oh, don’t worry, there’s nothing to do with those pants. I ripped them, and I don’t think that I’ll be able to wash out all those blood stains. I’ll just buy another pants, how do you think, shouldi add some lace on the new pair or will it be too much?”

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

#bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #bucci team #team bucciarati #bucci gang #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo headcanons #vento aureo #vento aureo headcanons #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #passione #jojo #jjba #jjba headcanons #anonymous #thanks for requesting!

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Don’t Have Time: Mista x Fem Reader

To the anon that requested, “I hope this isn’t too complicated but would a red string of fate scenario with Mista be possible? Like one day there’s a sudden tug on the string and he follows it to find chubby fem reader at the end?”, we’re gonna chock this one up to me thinking I’m gonna make a small story, liking the request too much, and then making something that is longer than it should have been lol. This dumb and probably not what you asked for, but I think it’s funny so, hopefully you like it too. 

Anyway, Don’t Have Time: Mista x Fem Reader (2.2k words)

There is was. It was acting up again. Not now. Not in the middle of a mission. Holding the gun tighter, Guido Mista tried his damndest to ignore the tugging at his pinky finger, ready to pry his whole body away from his task.

Some people remain too skeptical to believe in the idea of soulmates. They marry someone for money, for status, or even for convenience. Matteo Mista, an older cousin of Guido, once stared down at Mista when he was just a little boy, his arm wrapped around his wife, a woman he’d known since elementary school, and proudly said that she wasn’t his soulmate. Guido remembered seeing the red string on both of their pinkies still intact.

When asked about it, Matteo muttered, “What do I care when she’s probably halfway across the world? I don’t have time for that, not when I’ve got Giuseppina by my side.”

The woman with him laughed at the loving words. The two of them divorced a month later. 

“I don’t have time for that.” Those words were what stuck with Mista about all else. He wondered how someone simply couldn’t have time to find the love of their life. Something so important. So intimate. 

That is until he felt the string begin to tug for himself. Then he understood not having enough time. 

The first time the red string at the tip of his finger tugged, Mista was in prison for his unjust murder charge. He remembered the day well. One moment he was sitting at his desk when all of a sudden, his body was jerked up by some mysterious force. Mista stood there, confused before his arm burst forward, and turned his whole body to face one of the walls. His erect finger traced a line from one end of the cell to another before flinging his entire body into the concrete wall, paining him. It was then he realized what was happening. 

You. You were nearby, near the prison, A nervous sweat washed over. Mista hadn’t expected you to live so near to him. He thought he’d be cursed to wander the Earth in search of you. But no. You were right there. And he couldn’t get out to see you. 

His heart crushed at the thought of being so close, yet so far, Mista sat back down once the pull of the string lessened. He closed his eyes, trying to picture what you looked like. 

On the other side, you got up from the sidewalk, groaning. The sudden tug of the string had caused you to trip and hit your head on the prison gate. You looked at your pinky, seeing the string taut and in the direction of the prison. Understanding the situation, you muttered to yourself a complaint. Just your luck, to end up with a criminal. 

One of the reasons Mista so eagerly followed Bruno Buccellati was because the man gave him his chance to find you. The man freed him from prison and gave him a new life as a sharpshooter. A new determination filled the now mafioso. You were close, and he just needed to wait for the string to tug again. 

But then he learned the true meaning of those words. He didn’t have enough time to look for you. 

The second time the string tugged, he was in the middle of a fierce stand battle. He and Abbacchio were out investigating, and an enemy gang member had intercepted one of their clues. Cornered in a busy street, Mista had to use all his focus not to hit any civilians. 

But then that damn string tugged. Mista was jerked to the side once more. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a nearby street lamp to steady himself. Looking around, he saw a sea of people, all walking their different paths, none towards him. 

Mista heard Abbacchio call out to him to help him take down the enemy, with Moody Blues struggling to keep his footing. The string tugged even harder; Mista had to make a choice. Gritting his teeth, he ran in the opposite direction as the universal pull. You were going to be safe, but he couldn’t let a friend die. The target was taken out, Mista noticing that the pulling of the string was gone as well. Damn, another chance lost. 

You had been pressed up against the wall of the taxi as you drove by that same street corner. Your soulmate was nearby, and you’d just missed him. 

We return to the present time. It was another mission, and Mista again felt that infernal tug. He stalked around the alleyway, alert for any sign of the enemy ahead. At the other end fo the string, you felt fate’s pull, waiting patiently in your seat at a cafe several streets over for your soulmate to approach. He hadn’t been ready to meet you the past two times, so you decided just to wait. In your mind, you had all the time in the world.  

Time kept passing. The enemy wasn’t showing, and Mista was getting antsy. He just wanted to end the mission and get to you. You, who were so slowly but surely getting impatient about all this. Where the hell was your soulmate?

A flash pasted Mista’s gaze, and he readied his pistol. However, the enemy managed to snake behind him, leaving Mista vulnerable. You kept tapping on the table, getting annoyed. 

The enemy stalked behind the unknowing mafioso, a dagger in his hand. A grin came to his face as he raised his arm, aimed at Mista’s head. 

“This is it. I’ll kill one of Buccellati‘s goons! Then he’ll know not to mess with my gang!” 

After another minute of waiting, with the damn string still pulling at your finger, you shot up from your chair, infuriated. 

“Alright, fuck this. Get your ass over here!” 

You grabbed the activated string, yanking Mista towards you, just as the man was about to kill him. The enemy missed, tumbling forward and losing his cover. “What the hell?!” 

His cover blown as well, Mista had to make a run for it before the man tried to kill him again. He’d regroup later, and there was no better direction he could have gone in than directly to his soulmate. Mista ran as fast as he could to get to you. He didn’t exactly know what to look for, but he had an angry mafioso twice his size on his heels, so he couldn’t stop for anything. He had called Narancia to come in for backup, but the idiot hadn’t shown up yet. 

The string was getting shorter and shorter, and you had started running towards your soulmate as well, excited to see what he looked like, who he was, what he was. The man still hot on his trails, Mista kept sprinting to you as his life depended on it. The guy was dodging all of Sex Pistols’ attacks, rendering his stand useless. The string was getting shorter and shorter. 

The two of you were pulled along, both of you running, in panic for one and jubilation for another. Neither of you was paying attention to where you were going. Mista swerved in and out of the streets, zooming past people, until finally, finally, he had come to you. Well, he had not exactly come to you, more fell into you. 

The moment he turned around to see if the man was following him, Mista collided into someone. He rushed to apologize, about to keep moving until he realized something. There was no tug anymore. He had just bumped into you, the one. Looking up from the ground, he saw your face for the first time, seeing you groan as you recovered from the collision. Guido Mista found himself speechless for a moment. You were beautiful. Everything he’s ever waited for. He saw your rounded face and couldn’t wait to see your smile. He eyed your soft, pillowy frame and couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms. Guido Mista’s heart beat fast in his chest, and not just because of the man chasing him. Oh right, the man chasing him. Mista was soon brought back down to Earth from cloud nine. 

You looked up at the man before you, immediately becoming lost in his void-like, black eyes. You felt your face heat up in a blush. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” You asked, a small smile on your face.

Mista gulped nervously, standing up as straight as he could to make himself look tougher for you. “Yeah... I guess I am-W-wait a sec.”  

Mista turned around, seeing the man approaching at a fast pace. The mafioso turned back to you. Shit, you’ll be in danger if you’re spotted talking to him.

“Hey, listen, sweetheart, if you don’t mind. We gotta go.” 

“Go?” 

“Yeah. Like now!” With that, Mista grabbed your hand and began running, with you hurriedly running with him, confused. 

“What’s happening?!” 

“I’ll explain later!”

“B-but this isn’t how this is supposed to go! I don’t even know your name!”

“I’ll tell you later, babe! Come on!” 

The two of you kept running. Mista grunted, still looking around. Where the hell was Narancia?! Running out of options, Mista ducked into a small alley with you, you both now chest to chest in the tight space. Before you could ask any questions, Mista put a finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet. You watched as he carefully pulled out a phone and called someone. 

“When the hell are you gonna get here?!” Mista whispered into the phone, spouting off a nearby street sign so Narancia would know where to go. The enemy was nearby. Easily detectable by Aerosmith, Mista was sure of that. The man was breathing heavily, perfect for the radar.

“Who are you?” 

Mista looked down at you, a cheeky grin on his face. Your heart fluttered, something innate in your body was attracting you to this man. Something in you knew he felt the same way about you at that moment. And you were right, Mista was, but he had to focus. 

Suddenly, a teen about your height showed up in your little hiding spot. Mista held you close, muttering to the teen details about the man, telling him to end the mission once and for all. The teen ran away, and in just a few minutes, he returned with a silver badge in his hand, proof the man was dead. 

Mista sighed in relief and stepped out from the alley, looking around; it seemed there were no other threats. Your heart was racing. Here he was. The universe had seen your boring, ordinary life, and had now handed you someone you could tell was neither boring nor ordinary. You quickly straightened yourself out, watching as Mista spoke with the other one. He then called up seemingly his boss to let him know the job was over. You bit your lip nervously, loving the authoritative tone in his voice.  The other teenager with him, Narancia, you supposed, turned to you. 

“Sorry, miss, about dragging you into all this. You can head home now.” He flashed a smile to you before Mista whacked him on the arm. “Hey! What the hell was that for dumbass?!” 

Mista’s face was bright red as he turned to you with a gentle smile. “No, Narancia, she’s not going anywhere. Not anymore.” 

With that, Mista approached you, taking off his cap. You saw his wild mass of dark curls, realizing fully just how handsome he was. 

“I’m sorry about that. I’d have hoped to meet you at a different time, but the string was a little impatient, I guess.” 

You nodded nervously, remembering you had pulled on it yourself. “Yeah. We couldn’t ignore it for the third time, I suppose.”

You both smiled, both too nervous to know what to do next. You cleared your throat, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of Mista’s neck. 

“I uh... I don’t even know your name. But it... it feels like I’ve known you for years. My whole life even.”

Mista felt his whole being lift in happiness as he kept his gaze on you. “You don’t seem very scared of me, considering what I just put you through.”

“Well, I figure if I’m meant for you, I should be able to deal with it. If it means I can have you as you are.”

Mista laughed, breathing a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around your waist, spinning you around. You, who had sometimes been self-conscious of your body, fell even more smitten knowing he could pick you up with ease. You could tell, he made you feel loved already, just as you were.  

Mista put you down. “Come on then. I’ll treat you to a meal, and you can meet my friends. All that running made me hungry.” You watched your soulmate walk out of the alley before you told him to wait. 

“Dummy, you forgot something. My name’s (y/n) (l/n). I still don’t know yours.” 

Mista chuckled a bit. “Sorry about that, baby. Guido Mista, at your service.” 

You smiled. “Guido, huh?”

“(y/n),huh? Now come on already, let’s eat. We can work all this soulmate stuff out later. We’ve got all the time in the world.” 

#jjba #jjba writing #guido mista #part 5 #vento aureo #red string of fate #soulmates #fluff #sorry I haven't posted in a while guys #but i'm working on fics and I'll be posting more #mista #mista x reader #fem reader

[demivampirew]

Keep calm and go to London. Chapter 2

Yep, I was bored so I wrote chapter 2 😁🤣 hope you like it

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche​ @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo​   constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive​ @agniavateira​  @honeyloverogers

Trigger warning: talking about low self-stem and body image issues.

Back at the hotel, I took a shower before going to bed and then I look at my phone to check the time - it was 3 am - and I saw that I had a new message from Henry. "It was an absolute pleasure to meet you today. You were a delight to talk to and I have the feeling that we'll end up being great friends. Tomorrow I'll pick you up at the hotel at noon so we can eat something on our way to the set. Does that sound good for you?" "Yes, sounds great! Cannot wait!" I replied. "Amazing. So I'll meet you tomorrow. Sleep well." "You too. Sweet dreams." I finished the conversation. As soon as I send the last message I went to bed. It took me a while to be able to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking in Henry, in how excited I was about tomorrow, and that feeling I got when we met. It was strange, I've never felt that before. I woke up and I realized that I overslept. It was 11 am and Henry was picking me up in an hour. So I hurry up and take a shower, change into some jeans, a black pullover and a jacket and I put some mascara and lipgloss, there was no time for full-face makeup. I braid my hair and then put on some comfortable boots and then the room phone rang. - Hello.- I answered - Hello, Miss Y/N, someone is waiting for you in the lobby. - Oh, yeah, please tell him that I'll be there in a minute. - Sure. I'll tell him right away. Good day! - Thank you, good day to you too! I hung up the phone. I ran into the mirror to check if I was ok looking and then I grab my black bag and made my way to the lobby to meet Henry.   When I got into the hotel lobby, there he was, sitting in one of the couches, wearing a red t-shirt, white pants and a brown jacket. You saw him and couldn't believe it: he seemed even more handsome than yesterday. He was distracted looking at his feet, probably avoiding being recognize, but he looked up and saw you and smile and got up while you approach him. -Hi!- he said smiling -Hi!-you replied nervously, waving your hand slightly and he came closer and gave you two kisses in the cheeks. You knew that that was something the British people are accustom to do, but it caught you off guard and once again you felt that electricity, just that this time it ran through your whole body. -What would you like to eat? - He asked - You can never go wrong with some pasta. - I answered, smirking. - Pasta is then. - he agreed and smirked too. We went outside and we got into his car and he drove to a restaurant. We chat a little about the city, his favourite places, which he loved and didn't enjoy about London. There were more pros than cons. He talked about the neighbourhood where he currently lived, his dog - who left with his assistant for the day because he wasn't going to be welcome in a restaurant, he thought-, Jersey and his family. He took me to a really nice restaurant and I felt silly, wearing jeans and a pullover, it was the kind of place that even in the middle of the day you wear a nice dress. But thankfully, I decided not to let that detail ruin this amazing day. While we ate, he asked me about me, so I granted his wish and I talked about my family, that at the moment I didn't have any pets but I love animals in general. And then he asked me how much time I planned to stay in London. - Honestly, I don't know.- I replied - I just need some time away from LA. - It's because of your breakup? -he questioned, almost sounded worried - Yes and no. Yes, the city reminds me too much of him and that reminds me of all the pain I went through because of that relationship. No, no because of him, because of Hollywood, it's a bit too toxic. There, everyone wants to be your friend or acts friendly because you're "y/n" you're "the shit", you worked with the biggest stars, you wrote some of the biggest number ones, you fill stadiums, you started your acting career, made four movies and won three Oscars, but most of those people only want to get their piece; they want me to help them become the next Bruno Mars or the next Rihanna or Adele. I need a place where I can get some peace; I need a place where I can go grocery shopping without people caring about who I am. I want to make my art and live in peace, is that too much to ask? - I said sighing. - I completely understand how you feel and I know the pressure it must be much worse for you. -he agreed and gave you a sympathetic smile. You smile back at him and then laugh a little bit when you saw that he had some sauce on his face near his chin. You lick your thumb and proceeded to clean the stain. You took him by surprise but he didn't move at all when you touched him. He looked at you and you would swear that he was being shy. -Sorry for that, you had sauce on your face.- I explained - Oh, thank you. - he said nervously and you could see now that he was a little embarrassed. - You're welcome. - You replied and smile. You decided to continue the conversation with a more cheerful topic and asked him to continue talking about the rest of his family. So he did, he told you all about his nephews and niece. After lunch, you made your way to the set. It was impressive. In there, you saw a few stuntmen practising fights and was really exciting. You got to set lots of props and armours and even got the chance to learn a few moves from the stuntmen. One the stuntmen, a guy in his late twenties, blonde, green eyes, very good looking, came up to you and compliment you on your work; he had seen all your movies, buy your album and even went to three of your concerts. You were having a nice chat with the guy when his coordinator asked him to help him with something and as he was leaving, you almost could swear that you saw Henry sigh in a sign of relieve. "Probably doesn't like that guy," you thought. It was almost 7 pm and you were about to leave but you asked Henry for a selfie. He didn't know, but that was a big deal for you. For months, you hadn't taken any selfies or pictures except the ones from the meet and greets, due to your body image issues. But this time you didn't care about that, you wanted a picture to remember that day and the person who made it possible. He smiled at you and said "sure" and stood close enough that you could feel the heath of his chest on your back. Here we go, electricity down your body once again. You took the picture, and for your surprise, you love it, not just because of him, but you also looked pretty, you thought and smile. You send the picture to Henry like he asked you and then he took you to the hotel. Once there, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door for you. You got out, gave him two kisses in the cheek and thank him for the amazing day. He smiled and told you that he hoped to see you again soon, then he waved and got into his car and waited for you to enter the hotel and then left.

#henry cavill #fanfiction #demivampirew #henry cavill x reader

[jaeyunluvs]

forever together - arón piper

Requested by @fashphotolife: Hiii I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader have been broken up for a while because he thought it was the right thing to do but somehow they see each other again & she tells him how at the end it’s always gonna be him & one way or another they’re back together

A/N: Thank you for requesting! love the idea I hope you’ll like it! have a nice day <3 Also i changed one thing!!!

warnings: angst, fluff at the end

disclaimer: english is not my first language there might be some errors please let me know if i do! poor spanish also lol :))

It was 5 months since you’ve last seen him. The most painful time you’ve ever gone through in your life. 

The weird thing was everyone was extremely shocked about your guys’ break up because everyone knew you loved each other. 

You met him through your best friend Jane’s fiancée, Leo. What a coincidence that Aron is Leo’s best friend too. Since they love you both and don’t want you guys to stay single they set you guys up on a blind date. You were so hesitant about it.

But that blind date was the best date you could ever go to. 

It was all amazing. You guys dated for 8 months it was going all perfect. You guys even met each other’s parents. 

Until he started acting and spending so much time on set, you working and not being able to spend a lot of time together. Both of you were hurt. After many fights, you guys decided to brake up because you both thought it was the right thing to do. 

Was it really?

You tried dating some guys over the months, Jane set you up on various blind dates but you never felt right with the poor guys. You always politely declined their second date proposal.

He was the only one who felt good and right.

Here you are now, getting ready for Jane and Leo’s wedding. You were so happy for your best friend. Leo proposed to Jane when Aron and you were together. You, Leo and Aron set up the proposal and it was so heartwarming. 

It was the wedding morning, you, Jane, her bridesmaids and mom were getting ready for the wedding. You were so excited and happy for it because Jane and you always imagined getting married since you were kids. 

The place was magnificent. It was simple but colorful, the smell of fresh flowers and the astonishing decors were perfect.

“Y/N, I’m getting married today.” Jane told you while she was getting her hair ready. You can feel by her voice that she was getting emotional by tears filling in her eyes. This also made your emotional personality surface.

“I know Jane, it’s crazy, you’re not gonna be my hot single wingman anymore and we won’t be stalking hot guys.” you said while laughing with your tears. She sobbed more emotion pouring for her eyes and told you to shut up.

“Remember when we used to plan our weddings, you always picked Leonardo Di Caprio and I always picked Brad Pitt, we were going to get married in Hollywood and it would be the perfect wedding?” Jane claimed with nostalgia.  Leonardo Di Caprio was your biggest celebrity crush in the entire world. You laughed and sobbed together as you remembered your old memories.

After hugging and comforting each other Jane spoke ,“You know he’s gonna be here.” You knew exactly who she meant. The one and only Aron. You weren’t sure you’re ready to see him but you didn’t want to ruin your best friend’s most special day.

“We’re not gonna be thinking about my problems today, it’s your day carina!” You said trying to change the subject and hoping she would forget.

“Y/N, baby, I think you guys should talk again it’s clear that you-” Jane couldn’t even finished her sentence someone interrupted her.

“Jane, come on it’s the time, we’re going.” her mom said. Wow it was the time.

Meanwhile in the grooms room Leo was getting ready.

"Wow, my man is getting married!" Aron said excitedly walking into Leo's room

"Isn't it weird? Like me getting married?" Leo claimed joy filling in his voice.

"Cabron today is gonna be awesome and you're gonna marry your dream girl, also the honeymoon is a perfect time!" Aron reminded smirking, cheering up his best friend. He was very happy for his best friend and tried not to remember his dream girl.

"She's also gonna be there Aron." Leo told him.

Aron was feeling the same grief, over you. It wasn’t over for him. Leo and Jane knew that and they always talked about how those two precious human beings are suffering for no reason.

Aron had the most painful time of the year when you guys broke up. He felt weird because he never felt that way with a person in his life. He always teared up when he heard your name. He always bottled up his emotions but Leo knew he was sad. 

Aron looked at his phone while trying to ignore what he said about his ex, and then he realizes it's the time.

"Cabron it's the time we gotta go!" Aron said rapidly.

"Ah shit we should go! But you gotta talk that girl Aron please" said Leo before going. Aron ignored his comment but couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did

After Leo and Jane said their yes' and speech, you were legit sobbing out of happiness. Their wedding was perfect. You couldn't help but think of him cause you thought he was the one, he is still the one.

"Y/NNN IM MARRIEEEEEDDDD YAYYY!!!" Jane screamed hugging you from the behind while you were talking something with a friend.

"I KNOWW IM SO PROUD OF YOU I CRIED SO MUCH DUMBASS" You claimed expressing your happiness.

"Thank you Y/N, now it will be weird being introduced as married" Leo said while laughing.

They looked at the dancing stage, the people were waiting for them so you let them go. They danced with Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder and many romantic artists’ songs.

You looked around to see if Aron's there. He was there.

He was watching Leo and Jane dancing but there was another girl trying to flirt with him. You were furious for no reason. He wasn't even yours.

Aron also looked around to see you. He did see you but a girl was trying to flirt with him but he ignored her and continue to look for you.

After many songs there was it. That song was playing.

"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now"

After that lyric, you looked at Aron and he looked at you.

"Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same"

"When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down"

"Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name"

You looked at Jane and Leo. They set this up of course it's their job.

"It all sounds like ooh, ooh hoo hoo"

"Mm, to young to dumb to realize"

"That I should have bought you flowers"

"And held your hand"

"Should have gave you all my hours"

"When I had the chance"

"Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance"

The accuracy of this song made you sob through the song and you ran to the bathroom.

That song always made you cry. It was fricking Bruno Mars.

"Get yourself together Y/N, it's over, are you dumb? Stop doing that! Stop making yourself sad!" you mumbled taking mental notes to yourself.

You were alone in the bathroom but then, you heard someone's footsteps. It was clear that it was a man you understand through the sound of the shoes. But who is it?

It can't be him, right?

"Y/N hey, can we talk please?" Aron said knocking on your door.

"Aron? Is that really you?” You asked feeling your heart feeling pain through your chest.

"Yes, please open your door and come here" Aron's husky voice and you can understand that he was also crying.

You opened the door, walking in front of him, taking a tissue, cleaned your nose while looking at him. He looked back for a second. But then he stopped.

"How are you Aron?" You asked feeling the tense.

"Fuck Y/N! Ever since you've gone my life had been hell!" he started to cry.

There was an awkward silence but you decided to talk.

“Aron I always went to many dates but no one is like you. I can't stop thinking of you." He stand there, trying to process what you were saying. He didn't say anything.  You felt an immediate panic. "I don't know I probably shouldn't have to say these. I'm sorry!" You said while feeling the guilt so bad.

But then when you're leaving, he held your wrist.

"Y/N it's always gonna be you. No matter how many girl i see, hook up or be girlfriend with will never be like you. You're the one. It's always gonna be you."

You felt sudden urge to kiss him. And you cupped his cheeks, wet from crying and kissed his lips.

The kiss was so long but it was so passionate. You could taste Aron's lips. It was full of grief and it was itchy because he always bite his lips harshly.

"Soo, does this mean we're back together?" he smiled between the make out session.

"Hmmm.. You could say so" You smirked stopping the kisses and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you so much cabron you have no idea" Aron told you so seriously.

"I missed you more but you’re here now" You defended yourself with wide grin on your face

That moment last 5 minutes more and then you and Aron decided to go dance on stage and announce you’re together again.

Jane and Leo were worried for you while they were dancing, cause they saw you crying. They knew, that song was your sweet spot because Aron and you always listened Bruno Mars. They opened it open purpose but it wasn’t to hurt you. It was for you and Aron.

Then a while longer, you weren't still nowhere to be found, Jane was almost going to leave the dance stage. But then she saw two familiar faces walking to the stage.

"ARON? Y/N? HOLDING HANDS?" Jane yelled at Leo.

"Oh my god baby! We're match makers!!" Leo yelled back.

"Hi guys!" you shyly smiled at the newly married couple. They were still in shock.

"We're back together. Thank you for helping us." Aron said holding your hands tightly.

Leo and Jane couldn't help but hug you guys tightly.

It was a perfect night.

After sending Jane and Leo to their honeymoon, you cried again. Aron cried with you. Everyone was so happy. Weddings as usual.

"You know it's the best day of my life today." Aron said, hugging you before leaving.

"I know, our best friends got married, and we got back together. Isn't that the best thing?" You smiled with full of happiness. You continued to hug.

"I'm hungry, we should get food" Aron broke the silence. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard. He was a whole mood

"Let's go get McDonalds?" You asked with amusement.

He looked at you smiling and said "McDonalds date it is!"

Best things in the whole world. Food and your boyfriend.

He was the one,

He was your man,

It's always gonna be him.

Song Credits: When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

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[sohin-ace]

Trish - Sister Figure

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Trish x Female reader because babygirl needs feminine compagny.

Trish came in or more like burst into the hideout in a hurry, almost panicking as she pressed her arms firmly against her chest.

"Oh hi Trish! Wassup!" Narancia called as he noticed her and Fugo followed with a lazy wave.

"Welcome back." Bruno greeted her with a smile.

Abbachio barely glanced up, Giorno looked at her curiously and Mista turned around on the couch to look up at her.

"W-where is Y/N?" Trish's face was strained and she squirmed under their insistant glances.

This was really the worst timing for everyone to be just there, all noticing her arrival. Just her luck.

"What's wrong? You look uncomfortable." Bruno noticed her unease and she looked away, her arms not leaving their place against her chest.

"Where is Y/N?" She insisted, almost breathless with rising anxiety.

"Come on, come join us! There's cake!" Mista invited with a casual gesture.

"GUYS!" She snapped and the boys flinched, "WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N?!"

"I'm here!" Your voice called in the distance upon hearing the commotion

You walked in from the kitchen while quickly wiping your hands on a towel, your appearance immediately brightening Trish's face. You hurried towards her and she relaxed, sighing in relief.

"What's wrong Trish? Are you okay?" You asked worriedly as you approached the pink haired girl, bringing a gentle hand to her face and the other on her bare shoulder, checking on her, your big sister instincts kicking in.

"I...I-"

She wanted to speak, but before she could lose herself in your soft worried gaze, she glanced at the boys who were watching the scene with nosy curiosity. For some reason, the gang was really into you girls' dynamics.

"... Can we go to the bedroom...?" She muttered a bit above a whisper, but the room was already so dead silent that some of the boys in the gang still heard.

You nodded at her in understanding. "Of course, let's go." You put one hand around her shoulder and guided her to your bedroom.

As you were both out of sight, Mista sat back straight and looked at his comrade with a teasing and quite amused look on his face.

"Oouuhhhh did you guys hear that??" He boasted and Giorno glared at his friend in disappointement.

...Really Mista?

"What? No? What did she say???" Narancia leaned forward, his giddy curiousity taking the wheel.

Fugo deadpanned at the overly excited boy beside him. "She said something like 'let's take it to the bedroom', or whatever. What of it?"

Mista covered his mouth as he snorted uncontrollably and Narancia's eyes widened like saucers as his mouth formed an 'O' shape.

"Hohohohoho some people are gonna get freeeaaa-kyyyyy~" Narancia sang obnoxiously.

"That's stupid. You guys are a bunch of dumbasses, they're just going to do girly shit or whatever, none of your dirty businesses." Abbachio clicked his tongue, trying to talk some sense into their empty brains.

"But like... Wouldn't that be hot? Like... Two girls... Doing... Ya know..." Mista said trailing off, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, almost hesitant to admit his own thoughts to the public.

"I don't think... That's a bit much, I'm sure their relationship is not like that." Giorno made a face at Mista's assumptions.

"Whatever they do, let's be happy for them." Bruno took a sip of his tea, only wishing for the best for the two of you.

A deafening pause settled in the room and the atmosphere became heavy as the temperature dropped. Foreshadowing sign that somebody was about to say something stupid.

"Don't." Bruno warned and everyone looked at him.

"What?" Fugo started as he squinted at Bruno, confused. "Who are you even talking to?!"

"None of you go eavesdrop on them. Especially you two." He glared sternly at the Mista and Narancia. "End of story."

"Aww come on!" Narancia whined childishly.

"You're no fun, capo! What even makes you think we would have that idea?" Mista retorted with unfounded offense.

The entire gang stared bluntly at them like it was obvious they would have such a stupid idea. If it wasn't them, then who else would?

In the meantime, you and Trish finally arrived to your bedroom and you let her enter first.

"Are you okay? What wrong baby? You can tell me." You asked patiently as you closed the door behind you.

She tried to ignore the speeding of her heart at the cute nickname as she turned around to look at you. She loosened her arms over her chest to reveal her top completely sliced up along with the skin on the side of her breast. The aftermath of fleeing a Stand user.

"Y-you're injured!" You gasped in horror as she held her small piece of cloth against her blood-leaking chest.

"It's okay, I'm fine! I just couldn't deal with it with the boys obviously..."

You ushered her to sit down on your bed. "Sit down, I'll be right back-!"

You instantly sped out of the room to get everything you needed to treat her wounds and she obliged, sitting on your plush mattress, feeling slightly awkward and bashful.

She didn't want to worry you uselessly, but she knew you were so protective of her that you would worry regardless of what happened to her, even for even the tiniest of things.

She looked down, thinking about you in the silence of the room. Your room smelled nice, a bit fruity. She looked over your dresser, there was a small make up palette and a single lipstick next to some perfume.

She smiled to herself, thinking how great it would be to have a girls day with you. But a gangstar's lifestyle hardly ever let you have time for this luxury.

Sometimes she wondered if life in Passione would be the same without you. Without your help, your advices and without your sweet smile. She would probably go nuts from her interactions with Mista alone if you weren't there to put him to place.

"Sorry I made you wait. Let's get into it." Her train of thoughts was interrupted by your voice that she loved so much.

She shifted awkwardly, not sure how to position herself as you put the medkit beside her and prepared everything. You then kneeled in front of her, staying eye-level with her chest.

"Let me see your wound, cara."

She blushed in embarassement and looked away as she hesitantly moved the shredded fabric away from her skin. Why did you have to be so... So... Entrancing?

Her ruined top that could barely stay on now was really the least of her problems. She was never really the shy or modest type and she didn't mind the revealing clothes, in any other situation she would have been unfazed, but now it felt... different.

Maybe it was you, or the feelings she had towards you that suddenly made her feel bashful about being naked in front of you. Sensing her discomfort and seeing how her chest heaved, you tried to reassure her.

"It's okay, it's just the two of us, I won't stare, if that's what's making you uncomfortable."

"No I'm-" She paused and looked away, not daring staring down at you. "It's kind of awkward." You chuckled and she wanted to melt right here and there.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll have to touch you. But I'll try my best to not be too intrusive. Just relax." You spoke softly and she nodded, looking into your reassuring eyes.

You were always so good to her, she had a hard time seeing you as a sister figure. She wasn't really to blame, with all her family issues, she couldn't really know what a sister was like, or what it felt like to have one.

So when you came into her life, you basically made her rediscover herself. If she didn't know how to grow into a woman, she definitely knew that you would be the lead to follow on that path.

She looked up to you, respected you, and most importantly, she loved you. She felt genuine happiness when you were around and she felt like she couldn't trust anybody more than you.

Sometimes, she was even confused with her own feelings towards you, but that was the one subject she couldn't talk to you about and sexuality was not something she was comfortable with bringing out to you or even explore as of yet.

Maybe one day she'll talk about it with Bucciarati, but for now, she brushed everything off and appreciated the nice moments with you.

"Good thing I was a nurse before I joined Passione." You laughed as you finished patching her up. "Or else, you'd have Mista put ductape all around you."

Trish chuckled "Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

You stood up and went to your closet as Trish observed you with curiosity. You then came back with a cute f/c shirt and gave it to her.

"Here, I won't let you go out there with your boobies out." You joked and shetried to hide her blush.

"No way, the boys don't deserve the view." She scoffed and immediately slid your shirt over her head.

It smelled just like you, fresh, sugary and comforting. A wave of tingles coursed through her as she reminisced your scent from all the warm hugs you would grace her with. She tried her best to not sigh out loud in immense delight.

"Awww it looks cute on you, I might just let you take it!" You squealed at her as your clothes complimented her baby face. "Everything looks good on you anyways, you're just that beautiful!"

Her heart pounded in her chest, flustered by your compliments. She met your gaze and you looked at her with such sheer fondness, she thought she was about to cry from how velvety soft your eyes were on her.

If Bucciarati could wear the soft look like a proud mother, surely yours would put him to shame. How could one's eyes not well up with tears when you carressed them without even touching them?

"... You're beautiful." Trish muttered quietly, in a love-drunk daze.

"Hm? I didn't catch that." You leaned down to hear her better as you looked at her questionningly.

She carefully got up and wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. You tensed up a bit, but relaxed in the embrace.

"Thank you, Y/N..." She mumbled against your skin, trying to hide the wince of pain from her wound.

Something told you she wasn't thanking you for the patch up. You carefully wrapped your arms around her small form, tracing soothing patterns on her back.

"Get some rest, love."

You moved some hairs on the nape of her neck and planted a gentle kiss there, you soft lips tickling her and triggering her nerves as she tensed up. He hid her furiously blushing face deeper into your skin, praying you wouldn't feel her hammering heart against your chest.

Now you really had her.

Bonus:

"Do you hear anything?" Narancia whisper-yelled as he looked up at Mista.

"Shhh!!! Shut up they're gonna hear us!" The taller male hushed as he put his ear closer against the door.

"A-ahh, Y/N, wait!" Trish whimpered from the other side of the door.

"It's okay, Trish, relax. It's going to hurt a little," The boys heard your faint and soft voice say. "But I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Yoooo duuudeee!!!" Narancia's eyes widened as he looked at his friend who stared at him in pure disbelief. Was... Was that really happening?

"Stop me whenever, okay bella?"

"Nngh... F-fuck..." Trish hissed out and the boys were dying on the spot, slappinh their hands over their mouths to muffle their noises, unable to contain their reactions.

"Yes, you're doing amazing, Trish. You take it so well."

"Ah... Haaah... Argh- Y/N-ah! ...P- Please!"

Mista was getting awfully agitated and Narancia couldn't help but slap the gunman's arms repeatedly, channeling his fanboying. They tried their best to stay silent and not get caught as their faces were now a deep shade of red, minds filled with litteral filth.

"Hey... Y/N is surprisingly sweet, even in these situations." Mista took a deep breath and wiped his now bleeding nose with the back of his sleeve.

"Pfftt she's a sweet dom ohmigod!" Narancia squealed like a schoolgirl, a little bit too giddy for what they were doing.

They kept on giggling in their hands like little fangirls, imagining more unholy scenarios when a scary shadow was cast over them.

"...What do you think you're doing?" Bruno appeared out of nowhere and towered over them, eyes glowing with the primal need to murder.

They gulped, sweat beading down their foreheads.

Screams of horror could be heard from outside your bedroom and you stopped what you were doing, looking at the door. You shrugged it off and went back to patching Trish up.

When Bruno got rid of the nosy boys, he passed by your door again and stopped for a second.

"Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

He heard Trish comment and cackled to himself at the words.

"Savage."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #vento aureo #golden wind #trish #trish una #x reader #reader insert #writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #part 5 #trish x reader #trish una x reader

[hugging-jjba-characters]

I just wanna say thank you so much for doing my request on that younger member calling Abbachio and Bruno dad and mom, I loved it a lot! 💝💝💝 If you don't mind, how about the same kid hearing the other gang members cuss and her repeating the word and Abbachio and Bruno are like GASPP D:< like that one meme where the kid repeats the word fuck after hearing it XDDD

ooh i always love that meme. had to twist it a little for this, but I think it’s funny. here’s some nice domestic mafia fam for ya: 

“Shit!” 

You quickly looked over to where Narancia was struggling to handle grocery bags and unlock the door at the same time, resulting in him dropping the keys

“Here, I can get the door, Nara.” 

Shifting the lighter bags you had in your arms, you picked up the keys and opened the door 

“Fuck--thanks.” 

The two of you walked to the kitchen to put the groceries away 

You passed by Abbacchio and Bruno, who were sitting on the couch, listening to music and typing on a laptop respectively 

It happened while you were trying to put cans and jars away on the higher shelves 

You dropped one of them on your foot, and even though it didn’t actually hurt that bad, you couldn’t help the expletive that left your mouth 

“Shit--” 

Bruno appeared in the doorway right on cue, as you went to pick up the dropped preservative 

“Where’d you learn that from?” 

Both you and Narancia froze where you were 

Narancia feared for his life 

“Oh-just heard it around... Ya know, school and on the street.” 

“A kid like you shouldn’t hear those types of things.” 

You really didn’t know what the problem was, you were literally part of the mafia. There were much worse things that you were exposed to everyday 

Narancia’s shoulders relaxed, prematurely thinking that he was safe 

Because then he tried to open a can of soda, which he forgot was probably still shaken up from being carried 

It felt like the world was moving in slow motion when Abbacchio approached Bruno in the doorway, headphones pushed off his ears so he could say something 

At the same time, the soda fizzed up and covered Narancia’s hands and shirt 

“ShiT-fuck-damnit--” 

Bruno immediately rushed to your side and threw his hands over your ears 

You didn’t have a chance to see his face but you knew his eyebrows were drawn up and his mouth wide open in shock 

Abbacchio grabbed Narancia’s shoulder as he tried to get the carbonation off his arms 

You had never wished for the ability to read lips as much as you did in that moment 

Abbacchio was clearly going off on Narancia as Bruno dragged led you out of the room, palms still covering your ears 

When he got you into the living room and removed his hands, you could vaguely hear Abbacchios loud reprimands (which definitely included some curses of his own) and the occasional yelp of pain from Nara 

You felt bad, but it wasn’t your fault Narancia talked like a sailor sometimes 

Bruno’s hands on your shoulders and soft smile in front of your eyes brought you back to the present 

“Never repeat anything you hear Narancia say, okay? You’re just a kid.” 

“Nara’s only four years older--” 

“I don’t care.” 

Bruno stood up from where he was crouched in front of you and started walking back to the hallway 

“Where are you going now?” 

“To beat Narancia’s a--”

He paused 

“To beat Narancia’s behind.”

#narANCIA NO! #this was fun #soft mom bucciarati #protective mom bucciarati #stubborn dad abbacchio #abbacchio #slight bruabba #reader is a kid #domestic mafia #funny #cursing #asks #anons #scenarios #balbtp anon #parental bruabba

[yaneyanedaze]

My Android Lover: Finale

Whoooooooooo

Here it is everybody! The moment plenty of you have been waiting for..I’m finally getting around to finishing My Android lover!

I’m gonna save what I have to say for at the end of this story, because it’s gonna be one hell of an emotional ride!

So hold onto your wigs and hats ladies and gents!

Enjoy your read!

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Previously on my Android lover

“Mistress..it’s best if you don’t go back..please..” my newest Android, Bruno, Laid on the ground, injured and hurt. He must’ve followed after me as soon as I left. Ives hurried over to the injured Android, he was bleeding heavily from his leg, a huge gash against his leg was responsible. I felt myself nearly about to cry just looking at him.

Ives looked over at me and sighed heavily, ushering her own Android out the room before coming back up to me.

“(Y/n) you gotta go back there..”

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I gave her a shocked look and shook my head rapidly “oh god no! I can’t Ives! He’ll end my whole life if I go back!”

She crossed her arms and was tapping her arm, as she tried to figure out what to do. “Well, you gotta get your house back! He doesn’t live here, and who knows! He might try to track you down, and I don’t need Esidisi having a fit...” she explained. She was now pacing back and forth in her living room while I tended to Bruno’s wounds. He gave me a pained smile, he managed to lift himself up into the couch and relaxed. I had managed to stop the bleeding and wrap the wound up. His pretty white clothes were now stained with red..and I felt like it was my fault.

“I-I’m so sorry Bruno...I didn’t know! If I would’ve know I wouldn’t have let this-“ He silenced me by placing a finger up to my lips. He shook his head. “It was not your fault Bella, you could not have predicted this at all.” He mumbled leaning into me. He held me tightly in his arms, his grip tightening, “You have to do something mistress, he’s gonna kill me, or worse you!” He says. His body starting to tremble: He was crying.

I heard his sniffles before they turned to all out sobs, he was afraid, but not of his own life. But of losing me to him. I didn’t want Bruno to be scared anymore, I didn’t want to be scared anymore. I had to do something.

And I had to do it quick.

And I get Ives heard what I was saying because I see her come out with another Android that I’ve never seen before. She had hot pink hair and currently work a black tube top with a colorful checkered skirt. She gave me a gentle smile as Ives began to talk. “(Y/n) meet Trish, she’s my first even Android, I got her around the time Doppio was released and they technically are siblingdroids.” I looked over at Trish, she gives me a wave before walking up, “Oh no..He got you good Buccellati..” She said going up to Bruno and placing a hand on his leg.

“Well, here’s the plan Ms.(y/n) we need you to make a distraction for Doppio. So when we go back to the house, you have to be infront of the door and distracting him. Now i know it sounds dangerous, and it is, but we  need you to do this!” She said, giving me a reassuring pat on my shoulder. I sighed loudly and stood up straight. “Alright! Lets get a move on!” I called out walking out the door.

I was gonna put an end to this once and for all!

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I was shivering, infront of my own house.

I was scared, of my own house

This was pitiful, I was scared of a place that I bought, and I paid for. I shouldn’t have been this scared of my own home.

I nodded to Ives and Bruno, who went around the corner to the back of my house. I knocked on my front door and waited for a bit, hearing rapid footsteps and the door swung open.

There stood Doppio in all his glory, makeup running down his face, tear stains on his cheeks, his eyes were puffy (Something that you didn’t even think they could do.) and his clothes were disheveled. “(Y-y/n)?..it’s you..it’s really you..oh my god..” He pulled me into a hug so quick, he started shaking and soon I felt tears on my shoulder as well. He was crying.

“Bella..I’m so sorry..so so sorry...I didn’t want to hurt you..I didn’t mean it..it was just my boss got jealous..he got mad and went crazy..” He cried, hiccuping in between sentences, he was trueing breaking down infront of me. I guided him into the house patting his back, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay Doppio..It’s okay.” I say rubbing his back as we slowly sat down on the chair. He looked up at me with puppy eyes as he curled up next to me. “You Promise?..”

I nodded and let him lay his head in my lap. And we must’ve been there for a while, because I found myself already drifting off to sleep. I picked up my phone and looked at it to see a text from Ives saying they were in. I tried to sit up, but I found myself getting sleepier and sleepier until I finally drifted off to sleep, but something was off, I felt long flowing hair on my lap instead of Doppio’s ponytail.

It didn’t click until it was too late.

“Bella~ we’re gonna have the most wonderful life together? You, Me, and my precious Doppio.”

Well shit.

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-2 hours later- (Second Pov)

You jolted up in a cold sweat, looking around confused and dazed. It looked like you were in the basement. “Fuck it to hell and back..” You muttered, trying to move your hands only to realize that they were tied and chained behind your back. You sighed and lowered your head ‘I told Them that this was a bad idea!’ You cursed in your head, your eyes finally adjusting to your area. Just to see a man standing infront of you, a smirk on his face. You nearly jumped back, scared as all hell. The male chuckled, beginning to circle around you.

“Mistress...or should I say..(Y/n). It’s about time we met..I was gettin rather impatient with Doppio.”

You glared at him before growling slightly. “What did you do to Doppio!? Where am I??” You yelled, he tsked and continued circling until he got behind your ear. “Nothing~ He is merely asleep~” he answered before walking over to the light switch and flipping it on. Allowing you to see who was responsible for placing you down here. Your eyes went wide. Diavolo

“DOPPIODROIDs tend to be very emotional, they become attached to their owners very quickly. They’ll instantly feel jealous if you are even looking at another Android the wrong way. If you do make them Jealous, then you will meet Diavolo. Another Android built within the Doppiodroid. He is known as their boss, and usually only comes out when tempted. This is where most people send back their Androids for repair, taking the Diavolo function out. Our company has now stopped offering Diavolo as a function. But there are only two in existence that have this function...”

You mentally face palmed as Diavolo clapped his hands. A wide smirk on his face.

“My my~ You remembered my name. Great. Because it’ll be the only thing you’ll be able to say when I’m done with you.” He said, practically growling the last part. He came back up close to you and gripped your arms jerking you up. “You knew better than to get that damn other Android. But you did it anyways..bad girls get punished for disobeying orders~” He growled, throwing you down on the hard basement floor. You groaned and winced, the cold feeling of the floor made the pain worse.

You tried to sit up, but he quickly got down on his knees, placing his hand around your neck. “Now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way..we get up, make love, move away and start anew. You, Doppio and I.” He said softly. His grip tightened as he got closer to your face, practically almost choking you. “The hard way is you continue to fight, scream or disobey me. You will be punished. Badly.” You glared at him, but kept quiet. He smirked and chuckled. “Good. Now I’ll prepare the things for us-“

He was punched square in the face before he could finish his sentence. You looked up and smiled happily, There stood Ives, Bruno and another Android. The new Android has blonde hair in the shape of donuts on top of his head. He had a pink outfit on with (what Ives would call) a tiddy window. Ives got down behind you and began undoing your restraint. “Whoo, Just in time, we just happened to open up a package that was on your front porch. Happened to be an Android.” She said giggling, helping you up. You sat up before standing completely up.

Bruno quickly pulled you into his arms, rocking you side to side. “I’m so sorry! We came in and didn’t see you there, we searched all around..we couldn’t find you until we heard him talking.” He explained. You nodded, you head in his chest as Ives watched the blonde haired android (who was named Giorno) fight Diavolo. Punches being thrown, beings there that we can’t even see fighting for them as well.

(Pov change)

Giorno managed to land one good punch on him, knocking him back behind boxes. He looked back at me, a gentle smile on his face. “Greetings, My name is Giorno Giovanna,” He said moving to my side. I nodded to him, but rumbling behind the boxes made me whip my head to the area.

“M-mistress..? Help me! It hurts..Boss.. he’s too strong! Mistress help me!!”

“YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE!? You dare defy me?! You will pay for this!!!

I winced, Doppio’s cry for help pained you. But Diavolo scared you senseless. Ives looked at me, before speaking. “You go two decisions (y/n), You either get the Diavolo function removed..or” “We destroy him.” Bruno finished. I felt a shiver go down my spine. I don’t want to hurt Doppio, He didn’t deserve this..His boss is the one that wants to do harm-

“I’m getting it removed! I can’t let Doppio suffer!” I cried out. Bruno and Giorno looked at each other, Bruno opened a compartment in his arm that revealed a bright red button. He pressed said button and in the blink of an eye, men dressed in uniforms with the logo SPWF (which Bruno and Giorno explained was the Speedwagon foundation) on their sleeves. I could hear the blood curdling screams from Diavolo, as the workers began drilled and removed a chip from Doppio.

It may have taken no more than 20 minutes, when the men cleared out and headed out. Ives walked over and helped poor Doppio up. He had a fresh scar over his chest where the part had been removed. He looked over at me with a hazy look on his face. I broke away from Bruno and quickly went over to hug Doppio, who looked confused as all hell. “Mistress?..What happened?..Bruno?..what’s going on?..” He asked. I felt tears running down my face as I squeezed him harder.

“Don’t you worry about a thing Doppi..I’m here for you..”

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-1 year later.-

It’s been one year since I got Doppio, Bruno and Giorno, and we’ve been living in harmony ever since. Bruno acting like the mom of the group, making sure we all eat and get stuff done. Giorno is the peacekeeper and makes sure that we stay in harmony, as well as helping me out around the house. And Doppio....well he’s Doppio.

“Mistress! Look I made this for you!~”

“Oi, didn’t she say to call her (y/n)?”

“But I like Mistress~”

He was a sweet heart, he kept me leveled, he was my love. He gave as much love as he received. I spoiled him, he spoiled me, he wanted to be the best that he could be after the events of before. And he certainly has been.

I was in the kitchen cooking with Bruno, Giorno was reading in the living room, and Doppio was at the kitchen table playing on my iPad. We were talking and smiling until we heard Doppio from in the kitchen.

“Moshi Moshi! Oh! Boss! I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you!”

That’s right..No matter where you run (Y/N),

As long as you have MY precious Doppio...

I will always...Be your Android Lover~

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Fuck man, it’s finally came to the end! My very first Fanfiction on my blog! Thank you everyone who have read this story~

I love every single one of you! You mean za worldo me!

This truly has been an experience for me..and I just want to thank the following blogs.

@bjnurse you always give aspiring writers advice and keep making sure everyone is taking care of themselves, you write amazing Fanfiction yourself!❤️

@cocojumbohno another blog that I look up to for inspiration, as a fellow Yandere writer (and an amazing fanfic writer as well) I love reading your pieces, it made me happy to read some of your works and hope to be as great as you. ❤️

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Secret Santa!

I’m back from vacation woo!

This is a secret santa thing I participated in with @staruplatinum‘s discord. This is actually for @staruplatinum because I was her secret santa lol. I hope you enjoy it! I tried my best I promise!

Please check the tags before reading

Discovery

It was the third day in a row that Abbacchio had been awoken by the sound of vomiting from the bathroom connected to the room he shared with Nina. While normally such a sound wasn’t new to him, they both enjoyed their alcohol a bit too much if he was being honest, they hadn’t had any the previous night. Or the night before, out of concern that she might be getting sick. So the fact that Nina was waking up in the morning and immediately vomiting immediately put the lilac haired man on edge. What could be causing this? She didn’t feel feverish.

“Have you considered going to a doctor?” He asked, rolling out of bed to gently scoop his girlfriend’s hair out of the way as she heaved. They hadn’t eaten yet, so mercifully this spell of sickness would be brief.

It seemed like she was getting sick more and more often lately. Buccellati had to stop ordering shellfish because the smell made her sick.

“I already considered that, appointment’s this afternoon. I figured that if it was something important I’d tell you after.” Nina admitted, standing on shaky legs and flushing the toilet before going to clean her mouth out.

“Do that.” Abbacchio hummed, watching as she brushed her teeth with an expression softer that what people would expect out of a man like him.

It was hard not to feel soft, not to look at her with such complete adoration. After all, he’d never have anticipated finding himself in such perfect domesticity. It made this bout of illness all the more concerning for him. He hopped to hear nothing but good news from the doctor soon.

 Month 3

Well, as it turns out, it was news alright.

“What do you want to do about this?” The unsure waver in Nina’s voice made his heart clench.

Pregnant.

She was pregnant, and unless there was something else going on it was his. According to the blood work, and the imaging she’d gone in for, she was about twelve weeks in, or approaching the end of the first trimester. There was time, theoretically, to end things before they became a real problem. Kids were never in the picture. In their line of work it was far too dangerous, and what’s more to have him as a father. To come into this world in the shadow of a failure such as himself. To grow up knowing your dad was not only a criminal but a coward and a disgrace as well; wasn’t that just too cruel?

What was he supposed to do? On one hand it would be easier to tell the kid everything from the start, to not allow them to idolize their father and grow up with the false notion that he was a man worthy of their admiration. If they were going to hate him anyway, why would he prolong the inevitable. Was it not cruel to allow the kid to build up a version of him in their head only to have it torn down as soon as they were able to investigate their father’s name?

Of course, this was assuming there would be a child at all.

“We should-“

“I want to keep them.” Nina’s voice prevailed over Abbacchio’s reluctant admission.

It startled him into silence.

“Why would-“ Why was he getting choked up. “It’s a bad idea, with our lives. They’ll be in constant danger.”

“We’re strong enough to protect them. Leone-“ Oh god, there she went. Using his first name. Even after all this time, he still felt his heart skip a beat when she said his name with such a reverent, adoring tone. “I want this. Us. Our family.”

Who was he to say no when she looked up at him like that. Eyes dewy, expression both hopeful and unsure. If he really wanted to, he could probably talk her out of it. But then for a brief second he pictured it. A little boy with her eyes and his nose, chubby and healthy in his mother’s arms. And he wanted it so much, it caused him to ache.

And although he was still wildly unsure… he found himself nodding.

“Our family.” He agreed, closing the distance between them with a quick step and leaning down to capture her lips with his.

He couldn’t tell if the salt he tasted was from her tears of his.

 Month 4

Emotional announcement aside, Abbacchio still had his doubts about the whole pregnancy thing. Morning sickness was killer, and he couldn’t do much to fight off the mounting guilt when he awoke in the morning to his girlfriend hunched over the toilet heaving on an empty stomach. He did this to her after all.

But as though she could read his mind, Nina was always there to reassure him. And soon, he started to warm up to the idea of being a dad. Even as the cravings started to kick in and he found himself up at odd hours of the night, Leone Abbacchio couldn’t remember ever feeling happier. They had decided to keep it their little secret for as long as they could.

Their friends were good people, but they were loud people. And, something about the quiet domesticity the two of them shared together; the beginning of their own little family, something about that was just too nice to give up quite yet.

Although it was only a matter of time before someone found out.

 Month 5

“Nina, did you want any wine with your meal?” Bruno’s good natured question caused the woman to pause, and for Abbacchio to tense up.

“Oh no, no thank you. Not this time.” Her response was just a touch nervous, and Bruno honed in on that like a blood hound. Sometimes his ability to read people was a curse to all of them.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, softly. A question that was quickly overshadowed by Narancia’s boisterous proclamation.

“You haven’t been drinking much either Abbacchio, what gives? Finally going back on the wagon?” The young man adjusted his bandana as he looked up from his homework. “Can’t manage without your little girlfriend?”

The smug smile on the teenager’s face immediately put Abbacchio in a bad mood, but instead of retaliating he simply reached for his glass of water. They had been told to try and reduce stress on Nina as much as possible, it wasn’t good for the baby. And Abbacchio snapping at people did little to relieve stress.

“None of your business.” He settled on that, which only seemed to fuel the fire.

“What, you pregnant or something Abbacchio?” It was meant as a joke obviously, but the silver haired man almost choked on his water; sputtering as he tried to catch his breath.

“Shit man I’m kidding! I didn’t think it’d get you that bad!” Mista was quick to offer his apologies, and a napkin.

“Abbacchio?” Bruno’s soft, but pointed question, left little room for the silverette to worm his way out of things.

Thankfully, Nina stepped in before he could mutter something under his breath.

“They’re due in December.”

And with that, all hell broke loose.

 Month 6

Between the obnoxious ribbing from Narancia and Mista, there was a genuine happiness that filled the small private room in the back of their favorite restaurant. It wouldn’t be easy of course, raising a family in this kind of life. But with an army of over protective uncles it seemed like the kid would have a good start as any.

Nina was starting to really show now, as the doctor had warned them. Once the second trimester reached its end things would progress much faster than they had before. Nina had been removed from active duty because of her condition, something she protested greatly about. But Bruno would be hearing none of it. She had a child to nurture, he chided, she couldn’t be putting her life at risk anymore. Neither of them could. Soon, they would have someone very precious relying on them.

So both Nina and Abbacchio found themselves on ‘light duty’ so to speak. Abbacchio rarely rent on any dangerous jobs anymore. Bruno had taken to using Mista as his back up in Abbacchio’s place. Which, he supposed, was fine. Despite being dense, the gunslinger had a good head on his shoulders, and he was dependable. And, as much as the former police officer and his partner hated being left out of things it certainly wasn’t the case that they had nothing to do.

“I don’t have any fucking idea how this works. This is stupid, they won’t even remember the damned nursery why does it have to be so complicated? Just put them in a fucking box or something and be done with it.” He’d been working at this crib for over an hour now, and frankly Abbacchio was starting to lose his patience.

“Leone. If you imply our child deserves to sleep in a cardboard box in front of me one more time, you’ll be the one sleeping on a box.” Nina sat happily in a rocking chair (the first of many gifts from Godfather Bruno) munching on some plantain chips.

“Do you want to help then?” He asked, pulling back to adjust the bun he’d thrown his hair into.

“Hmm… no. I’m good thanks. I’m busy growing a foot.” Nina’s grin split wider at the exasperated expression on her partner’s face. “Besides, if you really hate the crib we can always co-sleep.”

The crib was finished later that evening.

 Month 7

“So you don’t want to know the gender? Why not? It’d be a pain in the ass to buy all these new clothes if it turned out you had the wrong one.” Narancia asked, watching as Nina opened his gift.

Somehow he’d managed to get a baby onsie emblazoned with ‘All Eyez On Me’ album cover. Very much a little boy outfit. Complete with the sneakers and a hat.

“You fucking moron, this is why I told you to find something gender neutral. I knew I should have bought your present for you.” Fugo grumbled, shoving his present towards Nina next.

“Oh yeah, a strawberry outfit is totally gender neutral. What little boy would be caught dead in that?” Narancia snapped back, and Fugo jumped from his chair. The clattering sound made Nina wince.

“You spoiled my gift before she could open it you cretin! I’m going to end your whole bloodline you filthy fucking-“ And there he went, Fugo was pissed again.

“Oi! If you’re going to fight take it outside!” This, thought Abbacchio, was why they had tried to keep it a secret for so long.

Thankfully though, that seemed enough to stop any further altercations and Fugo muttered an apology before fixing his chair.

“You sound like a dad.” Mista joked, already on his second slice of cake.

“That’s because he is one. Thank you Narancia, Fugo, they’ll love the clothes.” Nina spoke, admiring the cute strawberry printed onsie (and lamenting the fact that it was mostly white, that wouldn’t last long) before putting it carefully with the other gifts.

Mista had given them blankets, five of them (a good number! He claimed) and had even taken the time to show Abbacchio how to swaddle a wine bottle in them. Apparently, Mista was quite good with kids. He never talked much about his former life, but he admitted to having several younger siblings. The ex cop found himself impressed. Although the thought of asking the gunslinger for any help made his stomach coil. Nina on the other hand, seemed to have none of those qualms.

“Mine’s a bit big. I’ll help you get it back to your apartment, but please open it here. I’d like to see what you think.” Bruno spoke up last, offering up a box larger than the others they’d seen before.

“You already bought most of the nursery furniture, Capo. You really didn’t have to get another gift!” It was true, as Nina had said. Bruno had taken it upon himself to furnish the nursery. They should be saving their money, he said, and he wanted to make sure his godchild had appropriate furniture.

“It’s the last one, I promise.” Abbacchio had the feeling it wasn’t the case, but as he helped Nina cut the tape off the box, those thoughts faded.

It was a mobile, with fish and boats and other aquatic creatures carefully hand crafted from wood with sea glass safely secured and dangling from fishing wire. It looked lovingly made and Abbacchio had to do a double take.

It wasn’t until after the party that he had the chance to ask Bruno what the deal was.

“Did you buy that yourself? The mobile. Its beautiful but, you didn’t have to go out of the way for that. The brat won’t remember it anyway.” He asked, taking one last cig break before he and Nina returned to their apartment.

“It was mine.” That gave the taller man pause. “My father held on to it. I found it in the attic a few years ago, and didn’t have the heart to throw it away. I’m happy to know it’ll get good use again. It deserves to be hung up, instead of collecting dust.”

“You should save it for your own kids.” Abbacchio spoke, before taking another drag and offering it to Bruno, who declined with a wave of his hand.

“It’s better put to use now, don’t you think?” Bruno’s expression was far off, and Abbacchio couldn’t read it. So instead of responding is simply shrugged, exhaling his final drag and putting the smoke out with his foot before returning to the restaurant to collect his pregnant partner.

Bruno followed and helped them load everything into the car. The unreadable expression gone from his face.

 Month 8

It was getting close. Braxton Hicks contractions were starting to appear. They had scared the shit out of the two of them the first time it happened. It was far too early and they had panicked, rushing to the hospital despite having been told what to expect this late into the pregnancy.

Nervous energy was abound between the two of them. Nina was officially on bedrest. She had been getting weaker and the doctors erred on the side of caution. There was little to worry about, they assured, they just decided to be safer rather than sorry. Leone couldn’t disagree with that, although he was glad that the whole pregnancy thing was almost done. Nina looked like she would kill someone if she had to remain cooped up in their bedroom for too much longer.

It was late, and while Leone had stopped drinking in solidarity with Nina he couldn’t help but want a sip to calm his nerves. Instead though, he walked around the apartment (trying to mind his feet so he didn’t wake his sleeping partner, the pregnancy made her a light sleeper) and took stock of their little home. Their life together.

It was new, better than the one bedroom they’d shared. Bruno helped them get into a neighborhood with a good school. Their rent was affordable, and their neighbors were friendly. IT was all so domestic, it felt like a dream. Or a cruel prank. He half expected to wake up on the couch hungover but that had yet to happen.

He paused, looking into the nursery. Bruno’s mobile was strung up over the crib. The room was simple, white furniture with light blue walls. With the mobile they added a few more ‘nautical’ things into the décor. Striped sheets in the cribs, some bubble decals on the wall, but over all it was a simple and calming room. The shelves were lined with books and blocks and other baby toys, and the stuffed animals they had been gifted were safely tucked away out of the crib. In less than a month there would be someone living here.

Leone took a seat in the rocking chair and observed, not even noticing as he nodded off to sleep.

In the morning he awoke with a blanket covering him, and he got up. Nina had no business being on her feet covering up her idiot partner. Ah, partner. That needed to change soon. Husband sounded better. But that was for later. Once the kid was born, then Abbacchio could worry about making his girlfriend his wife. Some would say it was out of order.

Abbacchio hoped to encounter them one day so they could say it to his face. See how well that worked out for them.

 Month 9

How did it come to this? How had he allowed it to come to this? Abbacchio knew the kind of man he was, the kind who took the cowards way out of things. The kind who would rather turn to underhanded bribes than admit the futility of his work. The kind of man who allowed an innocent man to die for his mistakes. The kind of man who fucked up everything he touched. It only stood to reason that someday, eventually, he would ruin this as well.

He should have put an end to this when the problem first reared its head. Instead here he was, taking a drag from a rancid cig he bummed off a nurse to try and take the edge off of things. It was snowing, almost Christmas. This would have been their first Christmas.

Everything was wrong.

It all happened so fast. Things were going fine, labor was long but not unnaturally so. It was about five hours in when the baby’s heart beat started dropping. Emergency c-section. She seemed fine. The baby came, a girl, shockingly enough. And then Nina started slurring her words. It all happened so fast, he was being rushed out of the room by a nurse and the last thing he heard was the slowing of a heart monitor.

Twenty minutes later a doctor came to offer his apologies, and a child. Abbacchio had turned and left then, unable to handle the weight of what just happened. Shoving past Bruno (the only one allowed to be there for the birth) he ran from the hospital; coward that he was. And here he found himself, smoking to try and… what? Numb something? He was already numb. The cold helped with that. Perhaps if he stayed out here long enough, he’d risk hypothermia. He’d be doing everyone a favor right, freezing to death outside the hospital. It was abundantly clear to Abbacchio that he ruined every good thing that had the misfortune of encountering him.

Perhaps it would be best if he vanished from this kid’s life before he had the chance to infect that too. Or perhaps he’d doomed the kid of a life full of hardship by virtue of being the son of a bitch that fathered it. Her. It was a her. They had a name picked out. It was-

“Are you going to keep the name Sophia?” The only person capable of piercing through Abbacchio’s haze of self-depreciation had come outside to meet him.

How Bruno managed to get the baby out of the hospital so soon after it was born, who knows. Or perhaps he just became numb to the passage of time along with the cold. How long had it been already? Who knows? Who cared. But there she was, bundled up tightly in her hospital blankets and Bruno’s own coat for good measure.

“I’m not keeping anything.” Abbacchio huffed a long drag from his cigarette, having the decency to at least blow away from his friend and the child he held.

“Leone.”

“Bruno.”

His friend’s normally gentle face was furrowed into an expression of distaste. Always so righteous, of course Bruno would take issue with his decision. He still clung to the belief that Abbacchio was worth something, a dangerous notion considering that now there was a child in the mix. Bruno was a smart man, but perhaps their friendship had blinded him to the reality of the situation-

“She loved you and Sophia very much, you of all people should know that.” Bruno tried, only for Leone to take another drag from the smoke.

“A horrible choice on her part.”

“Leone.”

“What, Bruno? What do you want?” That was it, Bruno had found Leone’s breaking point and fuck, if he wanted a reaction out of him so bad, he had it. “Do you want me to be on my knees bawling in the hospital room? Should I be clinging to her hand, shaking her body, begging for her to wake up? What kind of reaction would please you Bruno?”

He threw the cigarette down and stomped it into the slush.

“What am I supposed to do?” Abbacchio could hear his voice crack, knees hitting the cold snow as his legs gave out.

It was amazing, how quickly rage could turn to sadness. Nina had borne witness plenty of times, as had Bruno. This was nothing new for either man, but there was a certain weight to it now. Nina was gone. She wasn’t coming back. If she were here she would be on her knees with him. She’d hold him close, let him scream into her shoulder and cling to her hard enough to bruise (something he always felt horrible for after). And in the end, she’d be there to fix his makeup. Sometimes they’d both need to touch things up; she wound up crying with him.

He’d have her sit on the bathroom counter as he fixed the delicate wing of her eyeliner. They’d tease each other over their puffy eyes and still runny nose. It was like a ritual between them almost, doing each other’s makeup. It wouldn’t happen again though, and the realization washed over him like a cold wave. He missed the numbness then, as he choked out an undignified sob. It was so much easier to be numb.

“Leone.” He could hear the crunch of slushy snow in front of him as Bruno knelt, careful not to jostle the child too much. She was already getting fussy from her father’s loud outburst. “I can’t help you. You need to help yourself. But I can be there for you, and for Sophia.”

“I’ll fuck that up too.” Abbacchio managed, unable to lift his eyes from the ground to look at the child beginning to fuss in Bruno’s arms. She already hated him it seemed. The sound of his voice was enough to make her squirm in discontent. He couldn’t blame Sophia.

“Sophia doesn’t seem to think so.” Bruno’s soothing voice did little to calm the infant, but it began to work on Abbacchio. The tears had yet to dry, but a feeble hiccup signaled the end of his sobbing.

“She’s trying to get away from me.” As if on cue the baby squirmed more, turning her head from her father.

“I think she’s just scared.” Bruno corrected, shifting the baby in his arms. “Leone, try holding her.”

“What?” That caused Leone to snap to attention. “You can’t be serious.”

He had very little time to react though, as Bruno deposited the infant into his arms. Abbacchio had to fumble a bit to support the head, but once things were in order it felt almost… natural.

He stood then, trying to dry what wsa left of his tears off on his shoulder. The kid looked kinda like both parents. She had some wispy pale hairs. Were those from him? Or would she grow dark hair like her mother? Sophia was still fussy, a spirited little thing it seemed, and although her eyes were mostly shut against the cold he could see the tiniest little sliver of purple and gold. She had his eyes.

She had. His eyes.

It was a simple realization, nothing remarkable. It didn’t do anything to quell the ache growing more and more apparent in the place in his heart Nina had occupied. It didn’t lead to any grand epiphany of how he was going to handle the future without her at his side. Nina had been his rock, his confidant, the person he loved most in the world and the one person capable of making Abbacchio see through the haze of self-loathing to imagine a better future. And she was gone. There was nothing that could replace her, and he didn’t want anything to replace her. If he hurt, it meant that she had been there once, right? The fact that her passing left such gaping hole was proof, in its own way, that she had really loved him. And that he, the failure Leone Abbacchio, had been capable to returning that love. Worthy of accepting that love.

And the physical proof was here in his arms. A mixture of Nina and himself. A gift that she had lavished so much time and love on, and had worked so hard to bring into the world. And what a job she did. Sophia was healthy, and energetic if the way she squirmed was any indication. Nina would have been so proud, so happy to have been her mother. Sophia couldn’t replace Nina. She couldn’t do anything to fill the voice her mother left behind. But it was strange, there was a new spot now. A new hole, but instead of emptiness it overflowed. He had to take a shaky breath to try and steady himself. It was overwhelming, the feelings of grief and loss and love mixing together. He could feel himself crying again, although for a new reason.

“Leone?” Bruno asked, having gotten up out of the slush himself.

“I’ll try.” It was all Abbacchio could manage as he again used his shoulders to try and dry his face. It was enough though, and as the new father began to bounce his daughter to try and soothe her, the two men headed back into the hospital together.

#my writing #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #jjba #jjba writing #jjba self insert #selfship #jjba part 5 #Vento Aureo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #pregnancy #death #death during childbirth #birth

[hhhongseok]

PENTAGON: First Impressions VS Now! 

   since it's ptg's 3rd anniversary, and i've been an uni for over a year now, i thought it would be a fun idea to compare my first thoughts about all the members to how i think of them now! i got the idea from i got7 inspirits on youtube, so check them out if you're interested!

OT10

then:

I first heard "gorilla" back when it released, but since i avoided stanning rookies at the time- i decided to give it some time before stanning. flash foward to august 2018 where my interest is piqued again. at that time last year, i had thought that they were pretty cute but having literally only heard gorilla and then shine, i was caught off guard by their sound change. It wasn't bad per say- just different. overall, i knew pentagon would be a group that i'd like- but more along the lines of a casual thing. 

now:

y'all already know how whipped i am for these idiots!!! their music and videos and even choreos are my style completely, especially their cute concepts!! we love dancing infants! and also, they're all such throughly good people which makes me so happy. this isn't a casual stan thing in the slightest, and it's funny to think I ever believed it would be. 

Hui: 

then:

when i saw him in shine, i thought he was a d o r k. i think it was the way they styled his hair, but i was just very convinced that he was pretty lame lmao. after that though, i saw how cute he was and he became my bias for a while. i remember thinking at one point that he seemed like an exasperated dad?? i didn't really have any basis for it but that observation was there nonetheless. 

now:

exasperated dad? more like hyper 3 year old. hes literally one of the loudest and most energetic. what was i on. but i think hes the most precious and clingiest little toddler now!! i was right about the dork thing though, but its super cute how goofy and lame he is. also!! talent for days!! his dancing, singing (his falsetto is !!), composing is all incredible. the most important thing though? a godly leader. he's so caring and kind and full of love for his members it hurts me. we don't really see a serious leader hui, but thats okay because i think it means he tries to keep uni and ptg in good spirits by showing them cheerfulness. and that's amazing to me.

Jinho: 

then:

my most notable thought about jinho in shine was "how is he that small". i remember thinking it was cute how he pushed the giant one too, lmao. i didn't think much else of him beyond that, other than noticing how adorable he can be. 

now:

ok yeah, jinho is cute and tiny and whatever- but now i Understand the power that he holds. how he looks with his hair pushed back for example. or how about that bruno mars cover he did with hui. (hhhhnngg). also?? he's not even That small. the ones that make him look itty bitty are Literally just giants. but aside from his appearance, jinho is probably my favorite vocalist like!! i appreciate him s o much. (listen to his cover of gethsemane and last night of october for clear skin) of course jinho is also very cute though!! so i was right about that at least! he just also has many other great sides to him that i worry are overlooked!

Hongseok: 

then:

i didn't,,,notice him. at ALL. like i just glossed over his existence completely when i first saw shine. and even after that- it took me a minute to pay him any mind. when i did finally notice him though, i noticed his smile. i remember i was watching videos with my girlfriend and i pointed him out to her! that was mostly because i felt bad for not really having any strong opinion on him though oops. anyways i ended up just thinking he was a mom. and i was really impressed by his english and strength.

now:

real talk, it pained me to write all of that out!! bc now?? omg hong is my everything- but thats kind of obvious. anyways!! hes so  f u nn y !!! its absolutely a stupid kind of funny and hes definitely annoying but i adore it. also the mom thing is only kind of true. he has the capacity to be maternal and take care of them, but he's way more likely to make fun of literally every single member. he's more like an older brother that never leaves his siblings alone and thinks he's funnier than he is. and we hate him for it. anyways, his voice is So underrated im. angery. he has such a beautiful voice, just in general, and on top of that- his singing is lovely. like yes, more hong solo please. 

Hyojong: 

then:

i definitely took note of him immediately! his voice is very distinctive, and he stands out a lot in shine. which is really saying something. i thought he was really talented for sure! and i almost felt he was too cool for me to be looking at. i kind of got the vibe he'd be pretty icy i guess? 

now:

he's not intimidating at all. like not even a little bit. bc he's not taking himself as seriously as i thought he was lmao. also hes so   l o u d . and a plant man. but i think the best thing about edawn is his unpredictability! i never really know what to expect from him and i like that. 

Shinwon:

then:

i thought he was HOT. i already thought he was handsome in the 0.3 seconds of screentime he got in shine. but a friend of mine showed me clips of him from that couples game video and. o o f. i really couldn't get over how pretty he was. it didn't help that this was the same video where him and kino were doing that dance. personality wise, i don't remember much standing out to me. other than how easily scared he is.

now:

shinwon is soooo embarrassing. i wouldn't say hes completely shameless about it though, but he's shameless to the point of actually doing the stupid shit so im. still enraged about it. he legitimately makes me physically look away sometimes when im watching a video and he's being weird. theyre all my kids, and i love them. but he's the child im ashamed of lmao. moving on, hes a real cutie pie. that fact that he gets so scared so easily is both really funny and super endearing. but he's just a playful baby and im honestly glad that hes has so much fun.

Changgu:

then:

i noticed him less than hongseok. like i dont think i had a single notable first impression of him. 

now:

past dess was one entire Doofus huh. like changgu is a whole ass blessing to this planet and you mean to tell me that she overlooked him??!! anyways, though, he has an elephant heart for sure. such a genuinely empathetic and truly kind person!! he never fails to warm my heart with his sincerity and i love that about him. he's also part of the idiot squad though, with how he goes along with hong's antics. we hate that. and all his impressions + dumb faces. speaking of faces though,,, his acting?? i love it!! he's really talented, like when i watch pretty pretty i kind of forget that changgu is even playing a role. and his d a n c i n g!! underrated dance king! underrated king in general, how about that. 

Yanan:

then:

my first bias in ptg!!! i fell in love with him instantly! i loved how tall he is, and the white hair and his  i c o n i c "my baby"!! like i was whipped from the gate. i remember liking his duality back then too!!

now:

ok so, since he was bias immediately, i noticed more about him than anyone else. which means i have less to write oops. but thats okay because at least i had a bit of taste back then. but, yanan is hilarious. he's so clever and funny and you can tell how effortless it is. most iconic ptg sayings are something from yanan and thats just amazing. the big thing i notice now that i didn't really before, though, is that fact that his duality is so shocking because he's literally just as unpredictable as hyojong. its impossible to really tell what hes going to do next, and i think it catches people off guard more with yanan because even that aspect of him is unexpected. 

Yuto:

then:

i thought he was kinda scary!! idk he seemed so cold and i couldn't really relate to that so i didn't grow very attached to him. 

now:

he's so pure!!! hes said that he has a hard time expressing his feelings but i don't really see it? because he always seems so happy to be around ptg and having fun with them even if he isn't usually the one playing around!! he loves them so much tbh and its the sweetest thing :( everything about yuto is so sweet, because he cares a lot about the people around him and doesn't want anyone to get hurt- even if its fake or a joke. and like, he's really hardworking too!! ptg have said multiple times that he works the hardest, and that really is saying something imo! and like, you can just see it even without being told that. whether its his workout journey pentory or the fact that he's literally been learning guitar. also!! omg the lyrics he writes?? heartwarming, romantic and life changing!! seasons and cosmo made me a different person. but yeah, he's such an amazing, warm person and i cant believe i found him scary. 

Kino:

then:

i thought he was the main vocal. like no joke, he was so charismatic and flaunting so  much in shine that i was like "ah yes. the main vocalist" hhhggg. i remember thinking he was pretty though, and that his stage name was super cute. but i wasn't very interested in learning about him, despite how he really caught my eye. for some reason, though, i eventually got the thought that he was really pure.

now:

main vocal hdzfhh kino relax you're confusing ppl. of course he has an amazing voice and it always sounds incredible but!! what amuses me is the way he sings always sounds kinda like he's trying to be sexy and?? its so funny in ballads and stuff imo. but yeah, that "sensual"?? singing is what threw me off back then. buf more importantly, i just wanna mention the pure thing- because its a confusing situation. on one hand, kino has a heart of gold that not only adores uni but is also accepting. as well as how he's constantly bringing light into the world with his words and truly bright outlook. but on the other hand he's a demon that dances like That and is so dangerous when he wants to be!! so!! what's it gonna be kino, make up your mind :( anyways, listen to knnovations. esp bad timing and 224.12!!

Wooseok:

then:

i loved him instantly. he looked like an overgrown 10 year old in my eyes and that's just. precious. i thought he was pretty funny too!! 

now:

if i took off my hong glasses for long enough, id be able to say that i think he's the funniest in ptg. because he's so hilarious in my eyes like? he makes me do an ugly wheeze laugh, and a lot of my favorite ptg moments involve him in some way lmao. but he is actually a baby, so i was onto something there with the overgrown 10 y/o thing. despite being really funny though, i do think he tends to be quiet more often than like hui or shinwon and he hardly ever smiles, unless he's like laughing and thats makes me think that he's kind of awkward?? not in like a bad way, but i just kind of see that i guess. but!! something that i think is passed over a lot with woo is the fact that he usually has a hand in composing, and also that he writes his raps?? like that's so cool, we love that!! 

ok! so that was my lame little essay lmao. i hoped you liked if you read it all! im just glad to say that i really appreciate pentagon as a whole, and how much joy they bring into my life nowadays!! i feel like ive found a place to call my own with uni and with pentagon :)

#text: bouquet #universechallenge #wow this took forever and its kinda dumb but it was fun #i wouldnt be satisfied if i drew anything tbh

[trans-fushiguro]

In a Week

Narancia has a huge crush on the cute boy in his Literature class who smells like flowers.

NaraMis Week 2019 - Day 4: Fear/Comfort/Flowers

So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr but i got a shit ton of other fics, mostly overwatch, taz amnesty, and jojo fics on ao3 so feel free to check them out!

This was a part of NaraMis Week that was organized by @blubby-glub and just decided to post here bc i actually liked it

You can read this fic on ao3 here

The first time Narancia meets Mista, he almost runs him over.

He didn’t mean it at all! It was that all three of them were running late, Abbacchio having left the house in a hurry, driving in a way no self-respecting police officer should drive. All three of them had slept pass their alarm and the only reason they were awake was by the sole fact that Fugo had yelled a curse out loud, startling him and Abbacchio awake. Class started at 7:20 and to say they were running late was an understatement. They had ten minutes to get the school, and by god will Narancia get them there on time, traffic laws and the usual twenty-five-minute drive it took to get there be damned.

Let it be known that Narancia doesn’t usually (read: ever) drive. Driving was left up to Fugo, who while prone to a severe case of road rage, is quite the good driver. The only reason that Narancia was driving that instant was because of Fugo not being able to find his license. Leaving Narancia to be the driver for the day. Something Narancia hated six minutes later, four minutes to go before the two were officially late.

Narancia was gunning down the road, definitely over the speed limit when he notices two figures starting to cross the road. Fugo shouts and Narancia curses, slamming the breaks. He probably would’ve hit the taller of the three were it not for the other two quickly pulling the other back and out of the way. The group of five stared at each other, shocked and a little terrified at what had almost occurred before the girl of the group recovered and threw them the nastiest glare either of the boys had ever seen.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going! You couldn’t have almost killed him!” she shouted, anger making her frame tense. Narancia gulped. Man, she is terrifying. She turned to her companions, a blonde kid and the guy with the beanie. “Are you okay? That idiot didn’t manage to clip you right?” she asked, another poisonous glare thrown at them. The taller of the boys nodded, releasing a shaky breath.

“Yeah, yeah, no, I��m fine! Just a close one,” he laughed weakly, glancing at Fugo and him. Narancia felt himself dying of embarrassment. Before either of them could open their mouth to apologize, the blond in the back pipped up.

“We have two minutes left. We got to go,” the other two cursed and the trio ran off towards the school. Narancia and Fugo stared after them for a solid minute, before Fugo broke the silence.

“You… are never allowed to drive again…” he said slowly, staring after the group as they entered the building. Narancia nodded.

“Agreed,”

They got there late. Fugo flicked him upside the head as they ran down the hallway, dipping into a classroom on his way. Narancia grimaced and picked up his pace. Maybe Risotto hadn’t shown up? He kept that hope as he turned and ran to his classroom almost slamming into the door. He throws it in, heaving only to have the whole class and Risotto stare at him. So much for that dream. Risotto raised a thin white eyebrow.

“Sorry…” he heaved, still searching for air. The teacher just rolled his eyes and gestured to the last open chair, that happened to be with the last person Narancia wanted to see right now. He wasn’t sure what god he pissed off that lovely Tuesday morning but damn it if karma wasn’t helping them. Sitting in the desk at the back was the dude with the beanie. The one he almost ran over.

Narancia didn’t know if he should laugh or just cry at this point.

“Narancia, if you would please take a seat over there next to Guido so I can continue the lesson you rudely interrupted? Thank you,” the man said, a little exasperated.

“Sorry, sir,”

“Don’t let it happen again,”

Narancia felt dread as he walked to the back of the room. The boy didn’t notice he was there until he pulled the chair, the legs scraping against the scratched linoleum, causing the other (Guido, his brain supplies) to jump in his seat, startled. He can hear a sigh from the teacher. Oops. It’s not even eight yet and this might just be one of the most horrifying and embarrassing days of his life. Must be a new record. Guido stares at him, surprised as he sits down, before turning back to his doodling. Narancia tries to ignore the haunting situation he finds himself in. He tries to focus on the lecture but he couldn’t care less about the difference between a Shakespearean and Petrarchan sonnet, and so his eyes begin to drift. They end up landing on Guido.

The other boy was taller than him and seemed a bit more muscular. He wore a purple beanie and a striped baggy shirt. He could see some curls peeking out from beneath his hat. He had long lashes and the darkest eyes he’s ever seen. He was focused on his doodling, brows slightly furrowed and tongue peeking out slightly.  Narancia glanced and saw he was doodling flowers, different kinds. Narancia didn’t know much about flowers but the little drawings were pretty nice. He noticed a bundle of roses, what was probably a daisy, a tulip, among others. It was pretty cute. He was pretty cute. Dear God, he almost ran over the cute boy in his literature class who draws flowers. The situation had been present in his mind, yes, but it hadn’t quite sunk in that 1) the almost-victim of the vehicular manslaughter he almost committed is just his type and 2) he would have to see him every other day for the rest of the school year.

Narancia groaned and put his head on his desk. Quite possibly the worst day of his life. He can already imagine Fugo’s sadistic glee at seeing him suffer like this. He felt a soft tap at his head, he groaned. He didn’t even care if it was his teacher, he just needed to suffer for five minutes an then he’ll be somewhat okay. The tapping returned, just a little more prodding, and that’s when Narancia noticed that the tapping was coming from his other side. He felt mortification engulf him as if he was thrown into a lake. He snapped his head up quicker than he thought, headbutting Guido, who had leaned in a little closer than he expected. The other boy hissed in pain, hands shooting up to cover his nose. Narancia cursed, having slammed his knee with his desk when he jumped up.

“Narancia, how many times will I have to call you attention in this class?” Risotto approached them, voice tired. The whole class stared at the two of them, not that Narancia noticed as he was too busy looking at Guido horrified. The other’s nose had started bleeding. The older man turned to look at Guido holding his nose and Narancia’s hand rubbing his bruised leg and sighed.

“Both of you go to the nurse’s office,”

Narancia couldn’t even reply, he felt horrified. Guido nodded and began to stand up, spurring Narancia into action. He winced at the pain in his leg.

“Thank you, R-Mr. Nero,” he said, quickly before whispering, “You think you can not mention this to Abbacchio?”

“Not a chance.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He and Guido left the room, Narancia making sure there was enough distance between the two. He didn’t want to trip Guido or anything, because knowing his luck, he might just break the other’s arm or something. In moments like this, he was glad Fugo wasn’t around. He thinks his brother would have just died of laughter at the hole Narancia’s dug himself in. It was kind of pathetic.

“Hey, uh… Narancia, was it? Can we stop by the bathroom? I could use a napkin… or two for, you know,” Guido said, gesturing to his nose. His voice sounded a bit nasally from the pressure he was putting on his nose, blood dripping from his nose through the cracks in his fingers and down his chin. Oh, yeah. That would’ve been smart. Great thinking Narancia.

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” Narancia was never going to leave the house ever again, education be damned.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, they arrived at the nurse’s office. She gave an ice pack to Narancia to keep the swelling down and gave some cotton balls soaked in alcohol to Guido. The two sat next to each other, Guido’s head tilted back, and Narancia fighting not to bounce his injured leg. The silence felt oppressive to him.

Just talk to him, introduce yourself to him. ‘Hey, I’m sorry for almost hitting you with my car and for headbutting you!’ Easy, you got this!

“You should look both ways when you cross.” What the fuck. Guido gave him an incredulous look.

“Are you serious?” Why was he built like this?

“T-That’s not what I meant! I really really did not mean for that to come out?” He panicked, flailing his arms around. This is officially the worst day of his life. “I meant to say sorry! For almost hitting you with my car! This morning! Hi, I’m Narancia! Also sorry for headbutting you! It’s just not been my day and I was speeding and your name is Guido isn’t it? That’s a nice name! Uh, anyways! I’m sorry for um almost killing you? God, that’s horrifying. Your friend is also really scary, she terrified me and my brother. Why do I keep talking? I AM SORRY!”

Mista blinked, taken aback by the speed at which Narancia delivered his small, disjointed speech. Narancia was already choosing which kind of coffin he would like to bury himself into. He’s thinking nice mahogany, painted black. He thinks Abbacchio would like it.

Guido opened his mouth, Narancia already finalizing his testament, but was interrupted when a man with a black bob opened the door. He wore a long-sleeved loose shirt, with light washed jeans and rubber boots. His eyes swept through the room before landing on the two boys.

“Hey, Bruno…” Guido smiled sheepishly, the cotton ball still held near his nose. “Funny seeing you here,”

The man, Bruno, just stared at the other, unimpressed.

“When I told you that I was picking you guys early, it wasn’t a free pass to get sent to the nurse’s office.” Mista shrugged.

“It was an accident.” Bruno huffed, rolling his eyes. Narancia could see a soft smile grace his features.

“Sure it is. Either way, I’m glad you are okay. Let’s go wait for Trish and Giorno.” From behind the older man, Narancia catches the glimpse of a police hat and silver hair. Oh shit. Abbacchio appears behind Bruno, saying a soft excuse me, before his eyes land on Narancia. They look at each other for a solid minute. Abbacchio turns to Guido and Bruno, the latter helping pick up the former’s bag while Guido wiped the blood from his face. Abbacchio turned back to him.

“What the fuck, kid?” Narancia would like to know too.

Fugo had had a field day with this one, his adopted brother laughing for five minutes straight. Whenever the laughter would petter down, one look at Narancia would start the laughter again. Finally, Abbacchio took pity on him and put an end to it.

“Alright, Fugo, lay off. Sure he almost hit this guy with the car, ran into the class all sweaty and gross, which Risotto texted me about just so you know, and then proceeded to headbutt the same kid and bruise the hell out of his own knee in the process is funny, but you should stop teasing him about it,” the policeman said from where he was cooking the dinner for the night. Fugo cackled and Narancia slammed his head on the table.

“I hate you both,”

The idea of going to school was haunting. Even if Abbacchio let him stay home the next day, he still had to face Guido. Something he really didn’t want to do. He felt both relieved and upset that Guido wasn’t there in the first block. It wasn’t until lunch when he was sitting with Fugo, waiting for Sheila, that he got an answer. The blond kid that had been with Guido approached them. He looked at the small group before his eyes landed on Narancia. The kid looked pretty small and skinny, but he was still at least an inch taller than Narancia. Maybe he was here to fight him? He did almost run over his friend.

“You’re Narancia right?” he asked, voice devoid of emotions. Oh, yeah. Narancia’s going to get destroyed.

“Why do you ask?” Fugo questioned, sitting up a bit straighter. The blond turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Sheila approaches them, drinking a juice box.

“My brother asked me to give this to a Narancia,” he said, holding up a little box none of them have noticed. “Which surprises me, considering you guys almost ran him over with your car,” Sheila choked on her juice, turning to the blond. The blond nodded to her.

“Hey, Sheila,”

“Wait, Giorno, you’re telling me it was these idiots that almost ran over Mista?” her voice trembled with laughter as she turned to stare at the two. Fugo and Narancia grimaced. Sheila’s eyes grew bright and she laughed. “Narancia, I can’t believe you almost hit Mista with a car, and then gave him a bloody nose, this is rich.” Giorno shook his head, a smile on his lips. Narancia relaxed. If Giorno was here to beat him up on behalf of his brother, he probably wouldn’t be amused by the situation.

“Anyways, are you Narancia or not? Mista told me to give this to you. He would’ve done it himself, but he’s a bit sick,” he said, holding out the box. Narancia nodded, taking the box. Giorno hummed, then waved to Sheila before walking away. Narancia stared in wonder, opening the box and seeing a single rose with a small note tied to it. Narancia gently took the note out.

“Water under the bridge. Call me Mista.”

After the most horrifying day in his life, everything with Mista smoothed over.

Mista introduced Narancia to his younger siblings. Giorno looked at him, vaguely smug-looking, almost like a cat. Trish stared at him, almost as if searching for something. Whatever she found must have satisfied her as she smiled at him and allowed him to sit. Narancia felt slightly nervous around her. Mista’s siblings were scary, despite being only sophomores. They looked like they knew more than they let on, blue eyes peering into his soul. He shivered, glad and a little exasperated that Mista didn’t really notice.

He also introduced Mista to Fugo, who had apologized for almost running him over. Narancia was a little jealous it went over better than how his apology had gone. SHeila had already been friends with Mista and his siblings, so it was quite easy for the two of them to just sit with the others. Apparently, Trish was the girlfriend Sheila had been talking about. Narancia liked it, it was nice to have a little group. It was nice to be able to hang out with Mista.

Mista, who he still had a major crush on. The more he learned about the other, the more infatuated he became. He had the same sense of humor as Narancia and liked the same music. He smelled like flowers and rich earth, something that was a mystery to him. Mista also loved flowers. It was something he’d noticed amongst the foster siblings. They all had the same affinity to nature in general. They all had that same pleasant smell.

He was looking for flowers to put on his mother’s grave. His usual shop had closed early for the day, so he searched for another shop nearby. He almost missed it in the search results, but the name drew him in. La Calendula.

It was his mother’s favorite flower. A smile graced his face as he wrote down the address. He called out to Fugo and Abbacchio, telling them where he was going. They let him go alone. It was something Narancia needed to do alone, with relative peace.

He set off, walking the ten minutes to the shop. It was small, yet looked well taken care of. The sign was hand-painted and there were displays of flowers in the window. He opened the door, a bell softly tingling, announcing his entrance. The man behind the counter looked up, squinting, before giving him a beaming smile.

“Hello, welcome to La Calendula! How may I help you?” the man asked, voice strong and warm. He looked familiar to Narancia. Something about the short black hair and blue eyes tickled at his memory. He let it go. He’s never been here before so it was probably a weird bout of déjà vu.

“Yes, I was wondering if you could help me pick out a bouquet for my mother’s grave? The flower shop I normally go to closed early for the day and I’ve been meaning to swing by to visit her,” To Narancia’s relief, the man didn’t give him a look of pity, just hummed and pondered for a second, nodding, and looking knowingly at Narancia. The look looked incredibly familiar. It almost reminded him of Trish when she was plotting.

“I think I have an idea as to what to do,” he said, before turning back and calling out to the backroom. “Mista! Bring out some sunflowers and peonies!” he paused for a second, before continuing. “Call Giorno and see if the larkspur and gladiola are ready!” He heard a familiar voice shout back in affirmation.

Narancia’s brain stopped. Huh. Now everything made sense. The man was Bruno, the siblings’ foster dad, and owned a flower shop. That why the siblings smelled like that and why they all held an affinity to flowers. The rose Mista gave him. Makes sense. He, however, wasn’t ready to see Mista walk out of the back looking incredibly adorable.

Mista carried a few containers of flowers, most likely the one’s Bruno called for. They were beautiful, a combination of colors but what was even more beautiful was the boy carrying them. His curls were freed from his everpresent hat, small flowers weaved into them, making them pop with color. His eyes were bright and happy, looking at peace amongst the flowers. He had a streak of dirt on his cheek, his freckles seemed to pop out more, most likely from him being in the sun. He was dressed simply in an oversized white shirt and with overalls on, the strap sliding off his shoulder.

Narancia was in love.

Mista then seemed to notice him, eyes widening and he stumbles, almost dropping the containers if not for Bruno stepping in. Narancia misses the knowing look and grin Bruno flashes Mista. Mista’s cheeks color, clearly embarrassed. Narancia wishes he could take a picture of how beautiful he looks.

“H-Hey, Nara! Didn’t know you were here!” Mista said, shooting a glare at Bruno, who responded with a smile, patting Mista’s shoulder.

“I’ll be out back if you need me!” Bruno said, winking. Mista groaned. “Behave yourself!”

The two stood next to each other, just staring not knowing what to do. Mista’s blush had quickly spread to the tips of his ears, and he stuttered out.

“Hey, how help can you? I mean, how you can help. Fuck.” he took a deep breath. “How can I help you?”

Narancia softly laughed. He gestured to the flowers Bruno left on the counter.

“Just these. I need an arrangement,” he said, enjoying the sight of a flustered Mista. It was really cute. Narancia wasn’t the brightest, but he definitely wasn’t blind to see Mista’s reaction was a result of infatuation. He felt light and airy, seeing that they had the same effect on each other. The other boy laughed as well, a little jittery, and nodded, going to the flowers. The two began chatting, talking about anything that popped into their mind, Narancia enraptured in watching as Mista efficiently started building the arrangement. He used burgundy, pink, and white, adding the yellow of the sunflowers to pop. It was beautiful, and from the soft smile pulling at the sides of full lips and the crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the flowers, Narancia knew he loved what he did here. And when Mista gave him the same look, eyes soft and shining, Narancia caved in.

Careful with the flower arrangement, he leaned forward, getting close to Mista. Violet looked into coal, and their lips met. It was a sweet kiss, soft and slow. Narancia could breathe Mista’s fresh scent, stronger than it ever was. It was comforting and sweet. Narancia felt like he could stay there, drinking in all of Mista for hours, and by how hard they were smile, teeth clinking against each other, it was mutual.

“Finally! About time!” The two were startled apart, Mista whipping around to see his whole family there. Trish had been the one to yell and was beaming, Giorno had a mischevious grin on his face, a camera in his hands. Bruno smiled at the two softly. Mista instantly went red, Narancia not far behind going by the haet he feels flooding his cheeks.

“Are you guys serious?! Get out!” he shouted in indignation and embarrassment. The three laughed at his expense, leaving the two alone, Giorno throwing a quick quip in Japanese at Mista that had the other yelling after him, the blond leaving with a giggle. Mista turned back, sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, you know how it is,” Narancia smiled, and gave him another soft kiss. Mista reciprocated happily.

“It’s okay,” Narancia breaks apart and presses their foreheads together, giving Mista a soft look, repeating something from what felt like yesterday.

“Water under the bridge.”

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