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btsficsandsuch · 8 months

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hello, could you please write an imagine with jungkook where his s/o does something really cute and thoughtful for him, and he ends up crying about it/getting emotional? thank you :)))

Hope you like it!

I Really Needed This

“Okay sounds perfect. Thank you Namjoon.”, you said before hanging up the phone. The two of you were finalizing your plan. You wanted to set up a relaxing evening for your boyfriend Jungkook. Even though he tried to hide it, you knew he was overwhelmed and stressed and you wanted to make him feel better. Tomorrow Namjoon was going to distract him for a few hours with the suggestion to work on some music so that you could get things in place. You got ready for bed and placed a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek before sliding in under the covers.

The next morning you were sitting in the kitchen when Jungkook came in looking like something was definitely on his mind. “Something wrong babe?”, you asked even though you already knew. He sighed, “Umm well Namjoon just asked me to come to the studio for a few hours. I know today is supposed to be our day Y/N. I feel terrible. I can just tell him no.” You smiled, “I understand Kookie. It’s really okay. It’ll just be a few hours and then we can spend the rest of the day together.” He still looked unsure but nodded and gave you a kiss before heading towards the door. “Don’t work too hard.”, you said trying to hide a smile behind your coffee mug.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been really distracted.”, Namjoon asked Jungkook. Running his hands over his face Jungkook replied, “I’ve just been so stressed. I feel like I’m ignoring Y/N and I’m starting to wonder if maybe we’re drifting apart.” Namjoon knowing what you’re currently planning at home is a little taken back. “Why would you think that? Y/N loves you so much.”, he asks. “I’m not home a lot and when I am I’m so tired and stressed so I know I’ve been short with her. The last couple weeks she keeps making phone calls that she ends as soon as I walk into the room and we we’re supposed to hang out today so I thought she’d be upset when I said I had to come here but she didn’t care at all. I’m starting to wonder if there’s someone else.” Namjoon almost chokes on the water he was taking a sip from. “Trust me. She’s not cheating on you.”, he says patting Jungkook’s shoulder.

While the two of them are finishing up at the studio you are at home putting the finishing touches on the perfect evening. Jungkook’s favorite meal is finishing up on the stove. You got the recipe directly from his mom. You have a big container of chocolate ice cream and all the toppings for dessert. Candles are lit throughout the apartment. Jungkook’s video game system is set up and ready so he can finally get some time to play and you’ve set up your own little nook next to him so you can still be together. All that’s left is to set up a hot bath for him and to get yourself ready.

Walking into your bedroom you straighten out the clothes you set out for him on the bed, his comfiest pair of sweats and his favorite hoodie. You get yourself changed into one of Jungkook’s favorite dresses. A black skater dress with a red bow on the waist. As you’re getting the bathtub ready you hear the front door open and close signaling that he was home.

Running downstairs you jump into his arms and wrap him in a hug. “You look very pretty Y/N.”, he says before giving you a kiss. “Thank you. I just wanted to dress up a little for you.”, you say while pulling him to the kitchen. He sits down and you place a plate of food in front of him encouraging him to eat. You smile up at him in adoration. He looks so happy and content. Once he’s done eating his dinner you make him the chocolate sundae of his dreams. When you set it in front of him he looks like a kid on Christmas. The two of you converse about your day while he playfully slaps your hand away when you try to get a bite of his sundae before he begins feeding you with his spoon.

After dinner you pull him to the living room, “Come on Kookie. I have a surprise for you.” Once there he sees the set up. His gaming system ready. All his favorite snacks and drinks are on the table. Big comfy pillows surround it. It looks like a great time. “I thought you deserved a night to relax and have fun. You can play and I have my own little set up next to you so I can keep myself occupied.”, you said squeezing his hand.

“Come on there’s more too.”, you said pulling him towards the bedroom. You show him his comfy clothes on the bed and then you pull him into the bathroom and show him the little set up in there. You start the water so it’s filling up the tub at the perfect temperature. “Go ahead and get in. Take your time and relax as long as you want. When you’re done I’ll be in the other room.”, you say starting to walk out but Jungkook grabs your wrist. “Y/N please stay with me.”, he says barely above a whisper.

You look up up at him and see that his eyes are glassy with tears threatening to fall. “Omg Jungkook what happened? Do you not like this?”, you ask concerned. He shakes his head the tears now freely falling, “No I love it Y/N. I just wasn’t expecting all of this and you have no idea how much this means to me.” You stand there and hug him for awhile trying to soothe him. Slowly you help him remove his clothes and he does the same with you. The two of you get in the warm tub instantly relaxing. You can still hear Jungkook sniffling behind you. You turn to face him, “Kookie why are you still so upset? I just wanted to do something nice and help you relax.” He nods his head and chuckles, “I know. I’ve just been so stressed out and I know we haven’t been spending a lot of time together. I was worried you had found someone else. Especially after this morning when you didn’t stop me from going to the studio.”

Giving him a kiss you wipe the few tears still sitting on his cheeks, “Aww babe there will never be anyone else. I promise. I didn’t stop you because I had asked Namjoon to distract you for a few hours. I knew he was going to ask you to do that.” He leaned into your embrace taking in the comfort from you.

The two of you soak in the warmth for a little while longer before deciding to get dressed. You help Jungkook into his comfy clothes and you throw on some pajamas yourself. Grabbing his hand you go to pull him to the living room but he stops you. Instead of following he picks you up bridal style and walks over to the bed gently laying you down before climbing in next to you pulling the blanket over you both. “Kookie what about playing video games?”, you ask.

Jungkook nuzzles his face in closer to your neck while wrapping himself around you,“Maybe later. I’d rather be doing this right now.” You smile at the little koala currently clinging to you. The two of you just lay there basking in each others comfort when you slowly start to drift off. Just before you finally fall asleep you hear Jungkook whisper, “I really needed this. I love you Y/N.” You smile before kissing his forehead, “I love you too Jungkook.”

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Sunshine

Bucky x nurse reader

A/N: Need some Bucky comfort so here we have: Bucky comforting you as you deal with mental health. This doesn’t follow the exact Marvel timeline/ events, some concepts are the same but I changed some stuff to fit the story better :) Please reblog, like and comment! <3

Warnings: dealing mental health (anxiety), panic attacks, nightmares, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Mini part 2

“Where’s Sunshine?” Tony sauntered into the kitchen, searching for you, hoping to get some advice on his upcoming date with Pepper.

That is what you were. Sunshine. You brightened the team’s day, forever smiling through adversity. When things got rough, you were comfort, hugs, soft smiles, gently touches. When things were stressful, you were grounding, firm holds, optimistic. You went beyond your job as a nurse at the compound infirmary. You listened without judgement; the team has started visiting you just to talk even when there were no injuries involved.

“Whose sunshine?” Bucky sat at the kitchen counter sipping on his coffee, still getting accustomed to living in the tower for the last few months.

“Oh, that’s y/n. We call her sunshine cause y’know, she’s like sunshine”

Bucky nodded, remembering the first time he had met you. Steve had snuck you away from the compound for a job that would be off the records. He brought you to a nearly broken down apartment, desperately needing you to help his best friend though he wasn’t sure how you’d respond once you saw who it was. Much to his surprise, you got to work right away, assessing Bucky, asking for his permission before touching him and explaining everything you were doing so he’d feel more comfortable.

Though his body was injured, Bucky remembered the softness of your voice, the way you spoke with kindness, asking him about how he was feeling before doing anything. More importantly, you called him by his name as you spoke. You knew who he was and you were still there keeping him alive. He felt warmth, that someday the world would see him as who he was; James Buchanan Barnes and not the winter soldier. You were his first ray of sunshine that there was hope.

“Suits her”

The next person that had come in looking for you was Sam.

“Where’s Sunshine?” Sam had been tasked with babysitting his nephews, which also meant visiting his sister. He was hoping to drag you along to help him pick some things out for her so he wouldn’t show up with another “Falcon is the best” T-shirt.

“Haven’t seen her all day and I checked her office twice” Tony huffed, settling on cooking a meal himself for a nice dinner in for the date. He recalled a conversation you both had when you said Pepper liked when he did things himself over extravagant gestures.

*3:30 AM*

Bucky woke up screaming, his breath laboured as he frantically looked around at his surroundings. He clutched the sheets, chest heaving as he felt cold sweat run down his neck making his shiver. He dragged himself out of bed; he was never able to sleep after nightmares anyway, deciding to go to the kitchen for a snack instead.

Bucky was surprised when he found you sitting at the counter sipping tea, with a large fuzzy grey blanket draped over you. You looked so cuddly and soft like a koala bear, it made him smile.

“Why are you up at this time doll?

You looked up at him startled, as he pulled you out of your thoughts. Your face softened when you saw him,

“Wasn’t able to sleep. I’m hoping the chamomile tea will help though, shall I make you some?”

Bucky shook his head, mostly because he didn’t want you to move when you looked so cozy.

“It won’t even take 2 minutes, at the very least it’ll help you relax a little so you can try and get some rest again. I know you don’t get much sleep Bucky” You shrugged the blanket off, grabbing another mug from the shelf.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky moved beside you, watching you add a teaspoon of honey to his tea, just how he liked, something he never mentioned but you knew anyway.

“Of course, anything”

“How are you always smiling, like you’re always just so sweet and happy. It’s beautiful doll, I can see why everyone calls you sunshine”

You tried to keep the smile on your face as you felt your throat start to burn and tighten. Tears had already started spilling down your cheeks, as sobs wracked your body.

Bucky felt pain in his chest, physical pain. It hurt him, he could feel the pain seeing your walls break, seeing the happiness you wore as a beautiful mask collapse.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest. He rubbed your back and stroked you hair, rocking you without saying anything. He never wanted to let you go, fearing you would disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold onto you.

You cried harder feeling the comforting squeeze of his huge arms. You always gave hugs, amazing hugs but the feeling of being held, being protected by someone else was unmatched. To be wrapped and cradled so securely, you clung onto Bucky hoping he would never let go.

“I-it hurts. I-inside, everything h-hurts Bucky. I try so hard, I-I can’t” You tried to speak through sobs, unable to explain the turmoil you battled within yourself. How you never wanted anyone to feel like they didn’t have a safe space to go to. You wanted to give everyone what you didn’t have, what you needed.

Bucky remained silent, resting his chin on top of your head, continuing to rock you in his arms. He thought about every time he had seen you smile, every time you offered him words of hope and comfort, how badly you needed it yourself. He felt his eyes sting, wondering why he never thought to ask you if you were okay, if you needed something.

Your sobs had been rescued to shallow breaths as you struggled to get your breathing back to normal. Bucky pulled back a little to give you some space, his arms still loosely draped around you, wiping your tears away. “Breathe doll, its okay. Focus on me, yeah?”

You nodded as you looked him, his soft expression and gentle hold grounding you. You copied his breaths, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you for breaking down in front of him. He was already dealing with so much; he didn’t need your issues on top of his.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have put all of that on you, I’m so sorry Bu-”

“Y/n stop. You deserve to feel doll, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I’ve never checked in on you to ask how you are. You take care of all of us, God knows we wouldn’t function if we didn’t have you”

You let out a soft chuckle, resting you head on his chest as he stroked your head.

“I just- I don’t want to burden anyone with all this” You moved your hand to wave at your head. “I don’t even understand it myself, I don’t know where to begin”

“Did you know I thought you were sunshine way before I knew others called you that?”

You shook your head, as Bucky continued.

“The day you saved me. You knew who I was and you were still so soft and gentle. You said my name, you were so caring. You gave me hope that one day the world would see me the same way you did; that I wouldn’t always just be a mass murder with a metal arm. I felt so warm like the sun had touched me for the first time. That was all you”

You felt your eyes water again, this time because of Bucky’s words, as you held onto him.

“You don’t have to keep everything inside y/n, I know talking isn’t always the solution, but whatever you need, if I can help you feel a little better, you let me know. I’ll do anything”

“Sometimes I just want a hug”

Bucky smiled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for my sunshine”

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: Alcohol

Status: Finished

Author’s note: Writing under pictures! Enjoy!! I will never get tired of saying how much i ADORE your feedback!!!

Taglist: @lorosette @milas-teapot @screeching20s @alecmores @izukuisbaby @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @unofficial-jaytodd-wife

Series Masterlist:

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-•-Jason’s POV

it had been a stressful day for Jason

Not only had the press mistaken Artemis friendship with him potentially straining his relationship with his soulmate

and yes he is aware, she IS his soulmate, they are bound to be together and connected for the rest of their lives, but what the fuck, he cares cause he loves her so damnn much he…

Jason doesn’t go down that path knowing damn well it won’t end well at the moment

He called Bruce and went to the Manor

Tim and Bruce are calling Gotham Gazette and making sure the article is taken down, yk fixing any damage that it might have down

he has been trying to call Yn all afternoon and she wont answer

he’s left a bunch of messages and even thought of going to her apartment but he opted to give her some space to calm down

the rest of the day was spent thing of scenerios that could possibly happen

Artemis wanted to pass by and see how he was going but he told her it was better to stay away from the manor and out of sight together whilst the whole thing went away

She still mega tube to the cave, thanks Artie for being such a good friend (hope you taste the sarcasm)

Jason goes down to the cave and greets her, she is not looking happy and an unhappy amazon is NEVER good.

“Care to explain why i am not allowed to be seen with one of my best friends?”

“Artie, it’s difficult to explain, with the whole article blowing up its a little tense right now”

“why? it’s just press, we both know it isn’t true and that it’ll cool off in a few days”

“yes but there is someone believing it is true and i need for her to stop believing it is true”

“i see why your panic is so evident then”

“well yes-“

“who would have thought? Jason Todd panicked because of the media. Never in my life-“

“mmkay enough, is my misery amusing to you?”

“yes, quite a lot, especially if it’s because of a girl after you swore your only relationship in life would be spite and chaos. i must meet this girl!”

“yes we’ll right now neither of us is gonna have any luck with talking to her seeing as she probably isn’t the happiest with me right now”

Artemis starts to laugh and Jason looks at her questionably

“She probably thinks we truly are a thing! That’s ridiculous”

Jason is confused by what she says…they have had encounters in the past, like they HAVE fallen to bed together, why is it ridiculous

Seeing her friend still confused , Artemis chuckles and explains “I had come with news my friend. You see, let’s just say your girlfriend has more chances of having me as a lover than you.”

Of course

as if this couldn’t get anymore ridiculous to believe

Jason laughs in disbelief

“Well, that makes my explanation to her 10 time easier”

Artemis starts to laugh, “Let me see her, all the pictures you post of her don’t show her face”

Jason takes out his phone and starts to show many of the pics he has with her.

“hmmmm and are you sure she is completely off limits? Cause if it fails with you, i can come and pick up the pieces” Artemis says with a teasing look in her eyes

Jason glares at her and rolls his eyes

“Yes absolutely out of limits, she is MY soulmate after all, My person! get your own”

Artemis cackles in response and just when she’s about to respond a notification pops up

- yn__truly just made a post-

At that Artemis lost it

“YOU HAVE HER NOTIFICATIONS ON!?!?! OMG JASON!!! YOU ARE WHIPPED!” She howls. Her laughter sounding through all the cave.

Jason’s face was worth it. He was red in the face, trying to fight of a smile and trying to come up with what to say.

“Oh fuck off”

At that, another fit of giggles erupted from the girl.

He opens his instagram only to find out that Nola and Yn are at some rich asshole’s party and they were drinking A LOT.

The captions were concerning so he decided that that night he would leave his phone without do not disturb, just in case ANYTHING happened

And how thankful he was of making that decision.

After Artemis had left, Jason opted to stay this night at the manor and not go to patrol, Alfred advised it was for the best seeing has his emotions were all over the place. Instead of staying in the cave, he walked towards the library, grabbed a book, and sat down in his section.

Time went by and before he knew it, it was nearing 1 am. Just as he is about to turn the page, his phone rings.

He looks at the caller and sees Yn’s contact name, “Light of my eyes”

The day his siblings found out that was her contact name, they had a field day. But that’s a story for another time

He picks it up and the cringes at the loud music

“HEYYYYY! THIS IS JASON RIGHT!?!?”

A voice he didn’t recognize

“Yes, who’s asking?”

“Oh perfect! This isssss Nolaaaaa! I’m a bit tipsy right now but you should seeee Y/n, full out gone! I’m calling you cause cause causeeeee well cause….i don’t remember my reason…”

he laughed a little, she really did sound like how Yn described her

“but AnyWAYsssss, come pick up Yn, she’sss like drunkie drinkity drunk drunk and i’m not like you know soberity sobers right now so yeahhhh!”

Fuck, he didn’t hesitate to answer

“Alright, text me the address and i’ll pick her up and make sure to take her back home”

Nola told him the direction of the hotel and soon he arrived.

He wore black sweatpants with a white t-shirt and his grey running shoes. He had his signature red hoodie in the car just in case yn got cold.

he walks to the lobby and spots Nola and sun sitting in the sofa giggling out of their minds until they spot him.

“JAY!” Yn screams and runs to him with open arms. He lets her embrace him and holds her there whilst Nola walks over.

“Thank you for taking her home” she smiles and blows a kiss to Yn, “bestie you are in safe hands” says Nola as she walks away and opens the door to the ballroom, starting to dance as she gets in.

Yn is literally cuddled up to him, clearly not sober and looks up at him

Her eyes look watery and soft as she takes him in

Before she can say anything, he holds her and starts carrying her bridal style to the car

On the way to her apartment, yn got cold and Jason gave her his hoodie. Even if the tight black dress looked nothing less of delicious on her, seeing her in his clothes killed him

She had worn his leather jacket various times before, and every time, it made him almost dizzy with love

She then connected her phone to the aux and started blasting her favorite songs and screaming the lyrics out

From Bad Bunny to Shakira, she sang every word with her heart and soul

He found it amusing and even adorable

This is not something new, she has done this a few times in the car, but seeing her do it drunk and mess up the lyrics and even almost cry at some was another thing and it made him laugh.

“El mismo aire” from Pablo Alborán and Camilo starts to play

(i’ll write the spanish version lyrics with their translation, an amAZING FKN SONG EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO)

“tu y yo, pasamos de ser todo a nada” (you and i, went from being everything to nothing)

“de comernos con la mirada” (of eating each other with our eyes)

“y ahora estamos frente a frente, y ni siquiera puedes mirarme a la cara” (and now we are face to face and you can’t even look at me in the eyes)

“vivíamos de boca a boca” (we lived with our mouths touching)

“los labios no querían soltarse” (our lips didn’t want to leave each other)

“y ahora aquí en el mismo cuarto no podemos respirar el mismo aire” (and now we are in the same room and we can’t even breathe the same air)

yn opted to sit back and just whisper the song

the whole vibe of the car started to tone down to one more intimate, slow and relaxed.

“Llévate el tapete” (pull away the rug)

“llévate mi vida que agarraste de juguete” (take away my life that you took as a toy)

at that, Jason heard a small sniffle and turned to looked at her, she was numbly looking at the road, her eyes watery and a single tear running down her cheek. They were already nearing her apartment.

“Llévate ese par de anillos que nos comprometen” (take away those rings that compromise us)

“y, aunque no quiera perderte, te diría vete, pero el que se va soy yo” (and even if i don’t want to lose your, i’d say leave but the one who leaves is me)

“y cuando me vaya me llevo el reloj, pa llevarme el tiempo que pase contigo, que no fue perdido” (and when i leave i’ll take the clock and take all the time with you, which wasn’t lost)

the song carried out, but yn stayed silent. more tears ran down her cheeks

He had heard he talk Spanish before but my God, was he addicted to hearing her singing it. It was intoxicating and it didn’t help that she had a nice voice. For a moment, he forgot everything and just let himself be mesmerized by the girl next to him. His heart beat so strong for her, it pained sometimes.

She turned to look at him

“Jason…” she whispered, voice full of sorrow

he looked at her, it was noticeable she still wasn’t sober by the way her gaze fell on him.

“yk…you strangely look a lot like him, mr. uber nola hired” said she and there he got his confirmation that Lord she was not there yet.

“well mister uber, i have a question, have you ever been in love with someone you knew from the start you couldn’t have?” she questions him and Jason just stares at her. He shakes his head no, which prompts her to continue

“Lucky you, my friend, lucky man. I am not so fortunate you see, I fucked up. I fucked up! and i’m so stupid for it,” at this, she closes her eyes and more tears start to go down her checks, “Jaosn fkn Peter Todd, maybe you know him. Well you probably do…he’s Bruce Wayne’s son you see. You might be wondering how i got myself tangled up with him. Funny thing is, i have no idea. One day you go to a gala, the next you are the Wayne kids’ current obsession and one of the is hitting on you and asking you on a date and romancing you and you think you are special and you feel loved and noticed until BOOM! He changes to someone else and you don’t even know what did you do wrong to make him leave….” she takes a deep breathe and tries to wipe her tears. “Who knew rich kids could be so fkn cruel?!?! Just because they have money doesn’t mean they can just USE civilians for their enjoyment!”

HUH!?!?? Is…is that what she thought it was????

“My theory is that they hold a game to pick one random civilian and have one of them romance them just cause and see how far they can get and my bet is that because i was not being easy on Jason, he got bored and went to get someone of his actual league.” she says slumping against the chair dejectedly

Jason was stunned and flabbergasted. Oh his sweet girl, how wrong could she be about ALL of them. She had never expressed anything about this (well he couldn’t exactly blame her either). Had they given that impression? He thought about his siblings obsession and bet. He thought about the challenge and how out of the blue it was. She was right to believe something weird was going on. She had every right to not be trusting because it HAD been weird and they hadn’t noticed because of their excitement to meet her and have her be a part of the family. And then, the pictures with Artemis. Fuck. He was suffering from a cause that wasn’t even his fault, it just was a LOT of lack of communication. Her feelings were so valid.

“I was just a toy, a joke, a charity case, a nothing, a small moment of a good time” she kept on going and a fresh round of tears began, “the worst part of it all is that I’d repeat it in a heartbeat, I’d say yes all over again, cause if i get to be part of Jason’s world even if it’s a small portion of it. You know…there were times i could swear his soul and mine were made of the same magic…we just fit, you know” her voice starts to tremble and she shakes her head, “how foolish of me to think I could have someone that surely was never meant to be mine” she finished and continues to wipe her tears.

“If only you knew my love, my light, my soul, if only you knew, that our souls ARE made by the same magic and were made to be intertwined” Jason couldn’t help but think

They stayed in silent as she finally calms down, “i am so so sorry, i’m here spilling my heart out to some random uber” she starts to apologize and he almost chuckles, she is still so drunk out of her mind she hasn’t recognized him. “it’s alright” he responds

He parks the car, turns it off, helps her out of it and bring her to her apartment. He’s been there a few times and already knows his way around.

Once inside, he carries her a lays her on her bed

Because of all the many nights they have gone facetiming, he knows her night skin care routine by heart, so he sits her up, takes her make up with her make up wipes and helps her with it. He is so gentle with her, as if he fears she might break. He ties her hair up, knowing she hates sleeping with it loose.

The entire time she is looking at the abyss, her head in another world.

Finally he tells her to get changed, which she nods and goes to the bathroom and does.

The entire time is spent with soft orders and a comfortable silence.

once she is changed, she tries to give him his hoodie but he tells her to keep it.

She gets in bed and before he knows it, she’s sound asleep

Today must have been just as draining for her

He goes to the kitchen and comes back with some pain killers for the morning and a water bottle. He puts them on her bedside table and kisses her heads He whispers goodnight and leaves, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the apartment door as he leaves.

Jason sits on the car, and sighs as he turns it on and starts to drive back to the manor

Tomorrow will be hell, that’s for sure.

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leahsixx · 4 months

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Apple of my eye (p.3)

Pairings: 80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, fluff, language.

Nikki just left. Good. Now i have time to think about all this. I sigh and suddenly hear the phone ring, i walk over to my coffee table and let the answering machine get it. It was my friend, Amy. “Hey, Y/N! Where were you last night? I am worried about you, are you safe? You better not have ditched me for someone else. Call me!” Fuck.

I sigh and run my fingers thru my hair, i can’t reply to that right now. How the hell do i explain that?! Not. I’ll probably call her back later once i think of a good excuse, or maybe i should be honest…

2:14 PM

I am getting ready in my bathroom. I showered and put on a cute fit. I wore a red leather skirt with a white t-shirt. I’m now applying my eyeliner under my eyes. I think about what Nikki said. I wanna go to the show tonight, but what about Amy? I shake it off and decide to just go with the flow. After applying my makeup, and jewelry and perfume. I walk to my kitchen and pour myself a glass of red wine. Yes, at 2. It’s a stressful time. Okay?

6:56 PM

I have been thinking all day, what the hell do i do?! Maybe i should go to the concert and call Amy next morning because at that time i’ll know more about this whole thing. But then also, i seem like a bad friend if i just don’t call. But what about- no. I have to stop overthinking. It’ll be okay.

I bury my face in my hands and sigh, but i hear the doorbell ring. Shit. I spoke too soon. I hope it’s not Amy. I get up and walk to my front door, i look thru the peephole and see Nikki! He’s just standing there! Hands in his pockets and everything, i can’t help but think he’s a fox. But also a little shit.

I sigh and swing the door open. “Hey! Haven’t seen you in like 5 hours, what’s new?” I say sarcastically and snicker. I look him up and down. He wore blue jeans and a band shirt.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “I’m here to pick you up! For the show?” He says, totally feeling himself.

“Oh? So you just assumed i’d be ready to go and if i even wanted to?” I say and chuckle.

He shrugs and his lips curve into a smirk as he looks me up and down. “So you comin or not??”

“I guess i HAVE to don’t i?” I say and roll my eyes

“Uh, yeah, you do.” He says and takes my hand and drags me out of the doorway.

“Hey! My jacket and purse! I’m gonna need those!” I say, squirming a bit to try and escape his grasp.

“Oh, you don’t need that, do you??” He says and before i know it i’m already standing in the elevator with that bastard. How dare he, but i also don’t give two shits.

I scoff and shake my head. “You sure know how to get your wa-“ and before i could even finish my sentence that smug, little shit presses his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate, but also rough. He had his left hand on my lower back which made my cheeks flush pink. At first i was startled but i relaxed into it after a few seconds. It lasted about ten seconds before he pulls away, with my red lipstick on his lips.

“There, you finally shut up.” He says and snickers, looking at the elevator door open. Two other men step into the elevator and press the button to the lobby.

The silence is way too awkward. I couldn’t even reply to that bold move. I clear my throat and just wait until we reach the lobby.

At least, that would be ideal. But no. I suddenly felt a wet finger in my ear. Nikki again. I jump and nudge Nikki.

“What are you?! 14?!!” I say, raising my voice. The two other men looking at us as if we’re crazy. I could tell Nikki was holding his laugh.

We finally reach the lobby. I don’t think i have ever experienced such an awkward elevator experience. The worst part was that i think those two men were my neighbors..

We walk out of the elevator. “Damn. That was a knee slapper, Nikki. Your a funny guy.” I say sarcastically and roll my eyes.

He sighs and chuckles. Taking my hand and walking out of the lobby to the crisp New York street. People walking everywhere, sirens and cabs everywhere.

Nikki just drags me along side of him, he is a fast walker so i almost have to run in my stiletto’s.

7:47 PM

We make it to the venue. It was a long ass walk, and i could tell Nikki kept trying to make moves on me but held back. He had pink cheeks too, but it could’ve also been the cold. I hope it wasn’t honestly. We held hands the entire time. His hands were clammy as fuck. and there was this unexplainable energy between us..

So we enter the venue and go straight backstage. Nikki immediately takes me to his dressing room, on the way there i caught Tommy Lee and Vince Neil drinking some jack on some couch they had back there.

Nikki pulls me into his dressing room and closes the door behind us. He immediately goes to his mini fridge and takes out a cold beer. “What will you like?” He asks.

“Oh nothing, i had a wine earlier.” I say, and clear my throat. Smiling.

“Oh my god!!! You must be hammered!” He says sarcastically, throwing me a beer anyways. Dumbass.

I catch it and roll my eyes, sticking out my tongue at him. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” I ask, acting like a smartass.

“Yeah. And your gonna do it for me.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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Terms of Employment - Saul Goodman/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

lord help me im back on my bullshit. this is a sequel to my first saul/ftm reader fic. you wake up the morning after and discuss the current situation with your boss/apparent sex partner: saul goodman

tags/warnings: office sex, rough sex, oral sex, light bondage, daddy kink, homophobic/transphobic slurs, squirting, humiliation/degradation, trans fetishization

anatomical terms: dick/cock and cunt/pussy/hole are used interchangeably

words: 4,061

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Your head was spiraling the morning after. You awoke from a deep sleep in a bed that felt way more luxurious than your own. The gaudy decorations that littered the walls only exacerbated the pounding in your head. You sluggishly peeled the blankets off, your body aching with even the slightest movement. Wait, where were your clothes? And where the hell were you? How were you going to get-

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

That answers that question. And literally every other question that had yet to finish buffering. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back. Your boss, the ubiquitous presence on every possible advertisement space in Albuquerque, Saul fucking Goodman, had given you the type of fucking that’d make a nun burst into flames. And he didn’t seem like a smug piece of shit about it, rather cautious, actually. He was standing by your side of the bed, dressed in a comfortable-looking tracksuit, handing you your clothes with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh… I guess you’re starting to remember how we got here. Listen, I’m really sorry if it was too much. You seemed like you were into it, so I wanted to, uh… keep the hype going, ya get me? I hope I didn’t hurt you or-”

“Oh no, i-it’s fine,” you cut him off, accepting your clothes from him, “I… I really did enjoy it. I kinda like it rough.” You flashed that same hesitant smile he had given you as you put your shirt on. God, this was fucking awkward. You definitely wanted more, but you had no idea how you’d even continue working together after this. Were you just expected to never talk about it again? Probably not, since you both were talking about it now, but what were you supposed to do? There wasn’t a page in your employee handbook on what to do after you fuck your boss.

He let out a small chuckle at your response, and relaxed his posture a bit. At least you both could let your guard down a bit. “Heh, kinda? Sweetheart, you take a beating better than some of my toughest clients. I mean, I know I’m not in the best shape but-...“ He lost his train of thought as you stood up to put your underwear on, his eyes unconsciously trailing downward before darting away not so subtly. “Ah, nevermind. So you enjoyed it, huh? Would you wanna… do it again sometime? Maybe we could make this a regular thing?”

You internally breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his blunt nature took the pressure off you. “I’d like that.” This time, your smile was genuine and confident.

His sigh of relief was dramatic. “Oh thank god,” he exhaled, “I’d been stressing that all night. You’re a good kid. I’d hate to make things weird between us. Well… weirder, I guess. Not exactly a conventional boss/assistant relationship anyway, am I right?”

You couldn’t help but agree with that.

Saul continued. “But listen, let’s just keep this a secret between us, alright? I’d hate to make things difficult for you, and personally, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole ‘I just fucked a dude in his pussy’ thing, y’know?”

You snorted a little at his last remark. “Yeah, that’s fine. I get it. I didn’t think you were into men, anyway.”

“Well, you’re a special case. And besides,” he placed his hands on your hips and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “It’ll be nice to have a cute little plaything like you on standby.”

You shuddered at his teasing words. You’d hate to stroke his ego even more, but fuck, he was good. You figured you’d better fire back to show him you can keep up. “Sounds perfect, Daddy” was what you ended up with, making sure to drag out that last word.

“Oh ho, is that the direction we’re taking things? I can get behind that,” He replied, lust dripping from his words. Though he switched gears pretty quickly, likely not wanting to cede control to you. “In due time though, kid. Let me drive you home. We got a big caseload this week, so come in an hour early on Monday, got it? I’ll be there to let you in.”

You likewise shifted back into business mode before he walked you two out to the car. “Sure thing, Mr. Goodman.”

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The weekend passed you by, and you were outside the office on Monday morning an hour earlier than usual per your boss’s request. You knocked on the glass door to the building, and heard a muffled shout from the inside.

“Just a sec!”

“Alright!” You shouted back before absentmindedly checking your phone. You heard him stumbling around inside the dark office. You’d wondered previously why he wouldn’t turn the lights on when he called you in early, but with the amount of walk-in clients he got day in and day out, you got the gist.

Saul eventually hobbled over to the front door and unlocked it for you. He seemed strangely out of breath. “Good to see you here bright and early, kiddo. We got a lot to cover today,” He placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked in, “Have a seat in my office, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, sir.” You replied. Sex was the last thing on your mind at 6:30 in the morning, but you couldn’t deny that calling him “sir” had a spicier taste now. The slightest hint of subordination to him was enough to spark your interest these days. You pushed open the door to his office and noticed an immediate roadblock to the task he had given you. “Uh, Mr. Goodman?”

“Yes?”, he asked, following you in.

“Where are all the chairs?”

The only seating in his office was his chair, behind his desk. You had a smaller desk off to the side, but your chair was gone. The chairs in front of his desk were gone too. Even that gross couch of his was nowhere in sight. Was he robbed? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Who would break into the most infamous law firm in the city just to steal his auxiliary office chairs? And he was here before you, too. He had to have known, right?

“I said,” He strode past you and sat himself down in his chair, crossing his legs and gesturing to the hardwood desk, “Have a seat.”

That son of a bitch. He made you get up at 5AM just to fuck with you. He was here at god knows what hour just to set the stage for your debasement. You weren’t sure how to feel, anger and arousal both waging a war over your psyche. You begrudgingly followed suit, plopping yourself down on the desk in front of him. You made sure to keep your legs closed and your gaze averted. You wanted to make him work for it, at least for a little while.

“There we go, that wasn’t so complicated, was it? Now, let's get down to brass tacks,” Saul traced his hand up your dress pants, in between your legs, and up to your crotch. You usually wore a packer when you went out, which evidently he must have noticed, and he gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze before he spoke. “We both know what’s going on here, so who exactly are you trying to fool?”

You gasped when he touched you, trying to squirm out of his grasp. You sputtered trying to answer him. “I’m… I’m not-”

“Take it off.”

“Si… Sir, I-”

He squeezed you even tighter. “I think you forgot your place here, kid. Your superior gave you an order. Need me to spell it out for you? I’m gonna let you go, and you’re going to take your pants off for me. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Good boy. Now, get up.”

Saul kept his word and released you from his grip. It was as if the praise he gave you went straight to your head and kicked you into subspace. You slid off the desk and undid your belt with shaking fingers. You felt his eyes burning a hole into you as you dropped your pants and underwear, the silicone packer bouncing as it hit the floor. No doubt your face was bright red, and you still couldn’t look him in the eye. Once your bottom half was uncovered, you shimmied back onto the desk, your bare legs squishing against the cold wood. It wasn’t like he hadn��t seen you like this before, but this was the first time you’d been fully cognisant of your actions, and the first time he ordered you to strip. You were too shy to open your legs for him without command.

“Look at me,” He said, and you slowly turned to meet his eyes. He was watching you hungrily, his elbows propped on the armrests and his hands folded in front of his mouth. There was no hint of compassion in his voice. He was all business. “Spread ‘em.”

You obliged. Your eyes felt heavy, as if tears were threatening to well up, and your brain was starting to slow. Your cheeks and your cunt both felt like they were on fire, and the cold air stung as you exposed yourself to him. All you could think of was how embarrassed you were. You had never felt so fucking humiliated, but you had no idea how much worse it was going to get.

“That’s more like it. No need to cover up your best feature. What a shame that you’d try to hide such a pretty little hole behind a piece of cheap silicone. Why don’t you uh…” Saul made an upside-down V with his fingers, “...give me a better view?”

You gulped, not wanting to risk talking back to him. You mimicked his gesture against your lips, spreading them open to show him. Much to your dismay (or was it delight?), you were starting to get wet and your t-dick was already hard.

“Aw, are you getting excited from this?” he mocked, “No seriously, are you? I mean, it’s kinda hard to tell with such a tiny dick like that, y’know? Tell me, do you like getting treated like this?”

You did. You really did. You wanted more, but you’d dare not overstep. “Y-yes…”

“Yes, what? Go on, say it.”

“Yes, Saul. I… I like it when you treat me like this…”

“Prove it.”

That shocked you. You don’t know why. In fact, you should’ve seen it coming, but it still mystified you when he said it. You figured you knew what he wanted from you, but you didn’t want to assume. “H…How do you mean?”

“Prove it,” Saul repeated his instruction as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Prove to me that you like being degraded like this. I want you to get yourself off right here on my desk. I wanna see you stroke your puny little dick for me like the needy little whore you are.”

Jesus fucking Christ. You had to stifle a moan when he said that. He knew how to work you, and the bastard wasn’t even doing the work himself. You dragged your hand down to your aching cock and wrapped 2 fingers around it before you began to stroke it. You were embarrassed to make noises while he was watching, though biting your lip could only do so much.

Saul looked at you like you were about as interesting as a water cooler instruction manual. He was trying his hardest to seem disinterested, wanting to keep up the act. “C’mon slut, get into it. You said you like it, right? Let me hear you.”

You let a couple noises slip. Mainly just quiet gasps and squeaks. At one point you sighed, “Fuck… Saul…”

“You’re on the clock, sugar. Don’t call me by my first name. You should know better than that.”

“S-sorry sir…” You stuttered, speeding up your motions. “I’ll… ngh…. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a good boy for Daddy?”

Motherfucker. Saul was an expert at using your words against you. Part of you regretted giving him that ammunition the other day, but part of you was ecstatic to hear him say it. You replied with affirmation while continuing to chase your high, “Yes, Daddy…”

“Good boy. Y’know, you’re so cute like this. Seeing you pinch that tiny little dick of yours and try to jack it like it’s an actual cock.” You’re not sure what hurt more, his backhanded compliments or a literal backhand from him. Both left a pleasant sting in their wake. “You can’t even call it a dick, really. Just serves as decoration for that nice tight pussy you have. It’s fun watching you pretend otherwise, though. How about you shove a couple fingers inside and fuck yourself the way a cuntboy like you deserves?”

You purred at his request, eager to satisfy him at your own expense. “Ah… y-yes, Daddy…” While still stroking your dick, you slipped two small fingers inside yourself, trying desperately to hit that special spot, but failing. You wished his longer fingers would replace yours. He had hit that spot in no time. Even so, you got loud. You weren’t even trying to stifle it anymore. Shameless whining, heavy panting, the most pitiful noises escaped you as you climbed closer and closer to your peak.

“Ah… f-fuck… sir, I mean, Daddy… shit… I…”

“You’re getting close?”

“Ngh… Yes… Daddy… fuck… please… I need…”

“Stop.”

And it all came crashing down. The climax you had built yourself up to disappeared, but not without a trace. You were still painfully hard, and your pussy was drenched. Droplets fell off your hands and it felt like you were sitting in a puddle. You whimpered softly, hoping he’d take pity on you, but he knew your game.

“Shhh…” he said, “Not yet, baby boy. You said you wanna be good for me, right? Then you gotta listen to me. Now, I want you to get off that desk and get down on your knees in front of me. Let me show you what a real cock looks like.”

You crept down from the desk and settled on your knees below him. He unbuckled his belt and placed it on the desk, making sure to avoid the wet spot you had left behind. He unzipped his pants agonizingly slowly, his obvious erection making you salivate. He fished out his cock, and it was gorgeous. A pretty decent length, and he was thick and uncut, already glistening with precum. You didn’t really get a good look at it last time, but it made sense why you were sore the next day. You shifted your position slightly, trying to get a little more friction against you.

“Getting a little jealous, huh? That’s what I thought. You went crazy over it the other day.” Saul gave himself a languid stroke, just to tease you.

It worked. You wanted him so bad, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please, Daddy… c-can I…?”

“Can you what?”

“Can… Can I suck it?”

Saul laughed, but you saw his cock throb in his hand. He wanted you bad. “Jesus, you’re an even bigger faggot than I thought! Sure, whatever, go ahead, kid. Knock yourself out.” You went to take it in your hand, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Ah ah ah, what do we say?”

That smug son of a bitch. He was insufferable in the best kind of way. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, whore. Now suck it.”

He let go of your wrist and you eagerly took him in your grasp. You spit on the tip and spread it over his length, his foreskin peeling back as you did so. You wrapped your lips around his head and began to suck, running your tongue along the underside and probing his hole with your tongue. While you slobbered on the tip, you used your hand to take care of the rest. He tasted so fucking good. His precum was salty and sweet, and his musk was driving you crazy. You pulled your mouth off the tip with a satisfying pop, and lowered yourself down to his balls. Licking and sucking on them frantically, you could hear him hiss above you as you worked him over. You were completely and utterly cockdrunk, and you’d do anything to show your gratitude. In fact, you were probably more into it than he was.

“Look at you,” he sighed contentedly, “You look right at home on your knees worshiping a cock like this. I bet you wish you had one just like it, huh, tranny?”

You moaned into his balls as he talked down to you, feeling his body twitch in response. That slur hit you just right. You took his cock into your mouth again and started bobbing up and down his shaft, striving to please him however you could.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. How adorably pathetic. I knew this would be a good idea. I figured you’d start drooling when I took my cock out. I bet that’s all you think about, right, faggot? Just how good it’d feel to have a fat cock like mine filling you up in every hole you’ve got?”

Another desperate moan answered his question for him. You enthusiastically pumped him with one hand, and tried sneaking the other one down to take care of yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Big mistake.

“Ah!” Saul grabbed your hair and pulled you off him. “Don’t think I don’t see that. You’ll get yours when I say so, hole.” He leaned over you and grabbed his belt off the desk. “Though in the meantime, this should remind you who’s in charge here.” He let go of your hair and pulled the belt taut. “Hands behind your back.”

You complied, and he reached down to wrap the belt around your wrists. Pulling the belt through the fastener, he slipped two fingers in to make sure it wasn’t too tight. What a gentleman. When he was done, he sat back in his chair and looked down at you expectedly. “Well? Tell Daddy thank you for disciplining you.”

You parroted his words back to him. “Thank you for disciplining me, Daddy.” The sick thing was you truly meant it.

He gently patted your head, tousling your hair a little bit. “Good job. That’s my boy. Now…” He gripped your hair once more, his other hand stabilizing his cock at the base, “...take a deep breath for me.”

You knew what was coming, and began to inhale. Though before you could finish, Saul decided you’d gotten enough air, and forced you down onto him. He fucked your mouth relentlessly, spit pooling around your lips and spilling down your chin. You were doing your best not to gag, and for the most part you were successful. Except for when he’d force you down to the base and pinch your nose. He groaned at the feeling of you struggling around him, though he’d always show mercy and let you catch your breath before making you run the gauntlet again.

“Goood boy. I love fucking this whore mouth of yours. Good thing I hired you. Got my own little cuntboy to use like a fleshlight whenever I want.” He took you down to his base again, and before he could pinch your nose, you flicked your tongue across his balls. That caught him by surprise and got him to moan like a bitch. “Shit! Ah… fuck that’s good, kid…” He got louder and louder as he approached the top, fucking your mouth insatiably, “Getting close… ngh… gonn-ah… gonna cum down your f-fucking throat… yeah… take it, faggot… take it… I know you want it… f-fuck…!” He came with an earth-shattering groan, using both hands to push you all the way down. His cum shot down your throat in what felt like buckets, and he didn’t pull you off until he was empty. When he did, your throat was burning and you were gasping for air. Nevertheless, you made sure to swallow it all.

Your efforts did not go unappreciated. You looked up at your boss and saw him slumped back in his chair, panting heavily, face flushed, and looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face. He looked spent, but his cock was still semi-hard. Remembering where he was, he tilted his head down to see you, and he gently rubbed your cheek.

“Such a good boy… so good to me…” he sighed, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit smug from his praise. “How about I return the favor?”

You thought he’d never ask. “Please, yes, Daddy. Did I do a good job?”

“Very good…” Saul replied, grabbing you by your shoulders and hoisting you up with him. He spun you around and slid his hands down to your hips. Once he had the leverage to do so, he bent you down over his desk. “...and good boys get rewards.” A firm hand pressed your face into the desk and kept you pinned down, while his other hand went to work himself back up. When he was ready to go, he got into position and teased your opening with his cock. “Come on, pumpkin. Daddy wants to hear you say it.”

Of course he does. You wondered if it was physically possible to have sex with him without needing to stroke his ego. But you loved it. Any modicum of shame you had left went out the window as you begged, “Please, Daddy. Please put it in. I want it so bad. Please, please, please fuck me.”

He chuckled at your pathetic whimpering, though not to degrade you further. He was genuinely enjoying the effect he had on you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek before he spoke, “I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Slam

With one hard thrust, Saul bottomed out in you. You cried out in ecstasy, finally getting the fucking you’d worked so hard for. He didn’t think to start off slow; he knew what you wanted. He pounded into you relentlessly, hitting your base with every thrust. His hips pushed yours into the desk so roughly that you thought you’d bruise. Your head was empty and your mouth hung open drooling. All you could think about was his cock. You loved it. You needed to show your boss how grateful you were.

“Th… Thank… you…. Daddyyy….”

“Aww, you’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He really was. He loved how he could get you to thank him without being prompted. While keeping you pressed against the desk, he snuck his hand down to your aching cock, and jerked you in time with his motions. “Go ahead and cum for me, darling. It’s okay. Let Daddy feel you cum.”

It was all too much, how his cock filled you up so perfectly, how his rough hands took such gentle care of your dick and kept you helpless underneath him, how sweetly he’d talk you through your orgasm. You couldn’t hold on. He pulled your orgasm from you easily, your wetness squirting out against his bare thighs. From the way he groaned at your release, you could tell he wasn’t far behind. A couple rapid thrusts and he was gone, burying himself completely within you as his cum coated your walls. You both trembled at the feeling of him filling you up. Having him deep inside you, so warm and full, it just felt so right. He stayed in until he softened, taking his hand off your head and slowly withdrawing his cock. You whined as you felt his cum spill out of you, and he just stepped back to admire the sight. He knelt down and tucked his seed back into you, finishing the job by planting a soft kiss against your wrecked hole, a breathless moan escaping your lips.

Saul climbed back up to you and laid his body on top of yours. He kissed your cheek and played with your hair, enjoying the warmth and softness of your figure. You didn’t see him as much of a cuddler, but you weren’t complaining…

“Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. We got 5 minutes before our first client.”

…yet.

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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The Crash: Bradley Bradshaw Part 3

Part one

part two

Part 3!!!! This is where things kinda kick off- hope y’all like it!

Warnings: cursing, mild violence, some innuendos and angsty Rooster with his Dad

Taglist: @fandom-life-12

“What the fuck?” Bradley looked so pissed despite having his dad back. Goose had sat everyone down in the living room. The barbeque had finished and everyone went home. Sat in the room was Goose, Maverick, Penny, Hangman, Rooster and myself. I let Goose do most of the talking, afraid I’d let out insults and just fuel the fire already burning. Rage was consuming me seeing everyone just fine without me, but Goose on the other hand was calm and collected. He was much older than me, and had a lot more history with the two men I felt a hatred for, but yet he didn’t seem to feel any sort of anger.

“I know this is hard to take in, but I’m real, so is she. We’ve went through a lot to find you guys and I for one am very ready to try to rekindle what we all had. I know you probably feel abandoned Brad, but I found my way back to you and I want to be your father again.” Bradley scoffed at his father’s words, looking disgusted that he’d even say that.

“Bradley, don’t.” Maverick spoke up. “You have no idea what happened that day. It was a freak accident. If Goose had the chance to come back that day, he would’ve. Don’t act like he left you.”

Bradley seemed to soften his expression at those words and that just absolutely enraged me. “I’m sorry.” Everyone turned to me. “Last time I checked you’re supposed to be MY dad, not his. His is sitting right here.”

“Honey, you know that I see Bradley like a son. I have since he was born.”

“Don’t ‘honey’ me. Goose has been more of a father to me in the year I’ve spent with him than you have my entire life. You left me for dead! You didn’t even bother to check if I was alive! You only cared if Bradley was and then you both left! What kind of father does that??Goose found me, took me in when he was barely taking care of himself and took me across the globe to find you. That’s what a father does, so don’t ‘honey’ me and lecture me about your view of Bradley.” I was seething at this point. Jake ended up taking me out of the room to let Goose handle it without any further disruptions from me.

“Y/N, I know this is a lot, and I bet this is incredibly hard for you right now, but yelling at everyone isn’t going to get us anywhere right now. Why don’t we go sit upstairs and let you relax huh? I’m sure you’ve had so much stress this past year, why don’t you go lay down?” Jake was soft and tender with me, and usually I’d melt right into him, let myself relax in his arms.

“You don’t know Jake. No one ever thought to check if I made it out alive. No one thought to send rescue out for me when they returned without me.” I had tears running down my face now, I was at a breaking point. “I just wanna know how everyone can be so okay with letting me die?” My voice had softened as the question left my mouth and Jake immediately engulfed me into a hug as I sobbed onto his cotton t-shirt. “Why did they leave me? Why didn’t anyone come to find me?”

“I don’t know baby, I don’t know.” He was rubbing my back and holding me, letting me get it all out.

After awhile Goose came into the kitchen where we were. “Hey kid, you okay?”

“Not really, no. I just wanna go home.”

Goose sighed and looked down. “About that.”

“What about it?” My eyes widened, almost begging him not to say what I think he’s about to say.

“Bradley is coming to live with me, so it’ll be the three of us. Your dad asked for you to move here but I told him you’d need more time, I hope that’s okay.” While I appreciated him standing up for me and letting me stay with him, living with Bradley was not my ideal situation.

“Goose, no. I’m not living with Bradley I’m sorry.”

“Kid, I get it. If I have a say in it, my goal is to keep you both apart as much as possible, maybe try to fix whatever misconception there may be.” I shook my head but knew deep down it’d be better than living with my dad.

“You can always come live with me babe. We’ve been together for awhile now.” Jake spoke up. My head snapped in his direction. Did he really think I’d just fall back into his arms after this? Yes, I may have just cried into his shoulder but that does not mean we’re still together after everything.

“Jake-and I mean this respectfully- how could you think we’re still together after everything that happened? You thought I was dead and now that I’m not, you think we’re just gonna be a couple again? I’m sorry but we’re starting from the bottom here. Everyone here is except for Goose.” Jake’s expression fell.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“We broke up when you all buried an empty casket.” I walked out, bumping into Goose and headed straight for the car. I wanted to go home, even if that meant I had to deal with Bradley.

Soon after Bradley and Goose were exiting the house with a bag in Bradley’s hand. I sighed as they approached the car. “Get out of my seat.” Bradley opened the car door and motioned for me to move but I stayed put. “Are you deaf? I said move.”

“Hey, Brad. Just sit in the back for now, okay kid?” Bradley rolled his eyes and scoffed, climbing into the backseat. “Thank you. Let’s go home kids.”

Goose drove us back to the place the VA gave him to stay until he found a more permanent solution. “Bradley, let me show you to your room, Y/N, go relax for a bit, I’ll come get you when dinners ready okay?” Goose shot me a small smile and I returned it and headed to my room. I knew they both had a lot to talk about and catch up on, even if Bradley didn’t reciprocate the efforts Goose was making.

I could tell he wanted to reconcile with his son, having been gone for decades from his life. Goose wanted nothing more than to find Carol, have a good relationship with his son and pick up where he could, make things semi- how they were. He asked a lot of questions about Bradley during our travels, and he learned about how Bradley and I interacted in our day to day lives. To say Goose was disappointed was an understatement, he even told me once after a late night conversation about it: “Mav and I always joked that you two would end up married in the future. How we were both terribly wrong.”

That statement has stuck with me since. Bradley and I married? I could never see it. I couldn’t see myself getting married to anyone for that matter.

Just as I was about to jump in the shower, my phone went off. “Oh fuck.” I answered begrudgingly, knowing the terror that was about to strike me.

“Y/N? Please tell me this isn’t some sick joke.” Her voice was quiet, broken, tear-ridden. It was Natasha, one of my best friends. I had fully expected her to scream at me and call me a bitch for not calling her sooner, but this was almost worse.

“Hey Nat, it’s really me.” I heard her sobs through the phone as my heart broke. I had forgotten that this affected more people than just my dad and Bradley.

“Oh my God. When Hangman called me, I thought he was playing with me. Oh, Y/N…” Hangman called her, of course he did. Who else did he call?

“Nat, hey it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, I just. I needed to hear your voice, confirm it was true.” Before I could get another word out, she spoke again. “I’ve, I’ve-uh. I’ve spoken to Bob. He won’t answer my calls. I think he’s in shock that you’re alive. He took it really hard when you didn’t come back, we all did. I would love to see you, we all would. I know you have a lot going on, I’m sure of it, but- um- I really need to see your face.” I sighed, tears falling from my own eyes at the mention of Bob’s name. Sweet, sweet Bob. His voice still rings through my ears, yelling at Rooster not to take me down with him.

“For sure Nat, we’ll get together, I have a lot to catch you up on.” A knock appeared at my door. “I have to go though, dinner calls.” I hear her laugh a little and my heart swells.

“Enough said, go eat. I’m sure you’re in need of a good meal.” With that, the call ended and I answered my door to see Bradley.

“What do you want?”

“Goose- er, Dad says that dinners ready, if you want to come down.” I could see it on his face, he was struggling just as much as I was.

“Uh- yeah. I’ll be down in a second.” He nodded and disappeared down the stairs. I couldn’t be feeling sorry for him, could I? After what he did?

—

Dinner went well, until Goose told us we were in charge of dishes. We both sighed, but agreed. “Good. You two need to learn to get along because I will not have this constant battle going on in my house.” There’s that dad voice I’ve been waiting to hear.

“Yes sir.” We both spoke before we caught what we said.

“Now get at it. Dishes won’t clean themselves.”

Bradley and I mostly washed and dried in silence, not daring to speak knowing it would only cause trouble. It was going smoothly and we were almost done until he nearly dropped a plate into the rinse side of the sink. “God Bradley! Watch what you’re doing! You incompetent prick.” I caught it and quickly dried it off, placing it with the other in the cabinet above my head. When I came down to my flat feet, an arm wrapped around my waist and spun me around, pinning me to the counter.

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Bradley was inches away from my face. “Shut your mouth.” His practically hissed when he spoke, venom dripping from his mouth.

“Make me.” I straightened up, bringing our bodies flush against each other. “What’re you gonna do? Huh?”

His hand wrapped around my throat and he brought his mouth up to my ear and whispered in a low, hushed tone. “You don’t wanna know what I would do to you.” He released me and moved away before washing the last two dishes and walking out of the kitchen, leaving me speechless. What just happened?

What was I feeling just now? Why did he react that way? Grab me that way? Did I cross a line? Or did he just tell me what the problem has really been all these years?

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin smut #bob floyd x reader

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izukuwus · 1 year

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Edible Arrangements 29

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A/N: y'all the new op. the new op. I'm Unwell. The new op. asdkjfhdsjh

Chapter Summary: Winter break begins. You and Izuku spiral separately together.

Warnings: mmmm I don't think there's any this time around!

Word Count: ~3100 words

Exams and presentations arrive without another thought. You’ll end the semester with better grades than you’ve seen in your lifetime—as it shakes out, you do better in school without the constant stress of finances and other bullshit looming over your head. And, as a final hurrah, on the last day of exams, you have your in-class presentation with Neito.

It’s easy. It’s nothing that hasn’t been rehearsed. It’s actually more difficult for you to successfully keep your tone level through the conversation than it is to provide the information. (You don’t have fun. You won’t admit to something like that.)

When it’s said and done and you’re freed from this particular ethics course, you linger in the hall, waiting for Neito. He’s not long after you, talking with some of his perfectly poised friends in the class and carrying his laptop under one arm and a Hydroflask in his free hand. When he sees you, he waves them off and slips over to you, expression dropping from casual liar to polite smiles.

“I hope you know how uncomfortable I am with this.”

You shrug as he passes over the Hydroflask. “That’s fine. It’s out of your hands now.”

“What do you even need holy water for? You don’t intend—“

“Heard it was more hydrating than regular water,” you quip. “I wanted to test it.”

He levels a flat look your way. “Really?”

You snicker and slide the container carefully into your bookbag. “Yeah, totally. If not, I bet it’ll burn like alcohol on the way down.”

“Yeah, I doubt you’re really trying that. But then, what are you doing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

“…I take it you’re not going to answer me, then.”

You hum. “Sounds about right. Thank you for this, by the way. I know it was super risky for you to even be transporting it.”

“Not to mention for Ibara to get it. I had to convince her to wear gloves with some lie about it touching her skin tainting the water. I didn’t want to chance the possibility that touching the water at all would do to her like it did you.”

That idea catches your interest. “Want me to test it?”

“Absolutely not! You already nearly died. Your vampire would end my life if he even thought that—“

You laugh. “It’ll be fine. I’ll dip a finger of my other hand in later and let you know if it’s the thrall mark or just the whole body that’s sensitive. Worth noting, my burns don’t seem to have any splash marks where the holy water got away from the mark, and it’s not like your guys’ aim was accurate, so solid evidence lending itself to it just being the mark.” You slide your hands into your pockets. You still can’t wear long sleeves. (You’re rather looking forward to spending some time indoors, away from people staring at your arm.) “Anyways, thanks again. If I do test the holy water, I’ll let you know how it goes before I hand it over.”

“Hand it over? Who’s this for, anyway?”

You shrug and disappear down the Uni halls. This fight isn’t yours to tell.

“What’re you up to? You’re going to ruin your eyes like that.”

Izuku drags his eyes away from the screen. “I think being a vampire makes me immune to needing glasses, actually.”

“Tenya needs his, though.” (You hope that means something. He’d look great in glasses.)

“He must have had them before being turned, then.” He smiles and leans back to look up at you properly. “Did you need something?”

You shake your head. “I’m bored and curious. You’ve been focusing hard for a while now…”

“Just… tracking, I guess. There’s been more signs of the Death Adder lately. I think he’s getting closer to the city.”

You look him over with pity. He really does look tired. The past few nights, you’ve fallen asleep without him and woken up without him—you’re sure, at some point, he’s moved you or joined you in bed for a few short hours, but more and more your waking hours are spent alone. The bags under his eyes run deep, hair even messier than normal.

He gives you everything. You can’t let him run himself into the ground like this, tentatively immortal or no. You must give him something in return.

He told you not to get involved, though…

“Can you come take a nap with me? Even just lay down?”

“You want to sleep? It’s the middle of the day.”

You smile sheepishly. “Well, I don’t, but I want you to sleep. If it’s like, too much to ask for you to come sleep with me, then of course you can forget I asked, but, you know, it’s—“

It’s the first time you’ve outright asked for it since the incident, and it shows in the heat in your cheeks and the pink on his. “I don’t need the rest. But, if you think it’d make you comfier, I mean, I could—“

“Only if you want to—“

He nods, and you nod, and both of you nod until he’s coming with you to nap on top of the covers of his bed, where Sbeve (the little pain) is curled up in the dead center of the bed.

It’s harder to ease into when it’s not one of you half-asleep and the other already there. You don’t worry about cuddling up to a sleeping Izuku or a sad Izuku because then you don’t have to worry about the closeness of it, just the effects—your better sleep, his improving mood. Like this, you’re both red-faced and stammering as you climb into bed and maneuver around the kitten.

When all’s said and done, you find yourself the big spoon, holding Izuku close. He’s tired, you can tell in the weight of each movement. He clearly hasn’t been sleeping enough.

If this is what it takes to get him to rest awhile, you’ll do it without a second thought. Anything to make him happier, and healthier, anything for him.

God, I really am whipped. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that he enthralled me to serve him.

That thought has you freezing, slowly looking down at the mess of curls atop his head. He’s not asleep yet, you don’t think. But what if he…?

“You okay?” He glances up at you with concern. “Y-you got really still all of a sudden.”

“Sorry. I just… crazy question. You haven’t, like…”

“Mm?”

“You promise you’ve never enthralled me, right?”

He lifts his head, shifts to stare you dead in the eyes. Your heart sinks in preparation to see him glow.

“[name]. I am never doing that to you, okay? You are your own person. I don’t want to control you or hurt you.”

He’s not glowing, and that’s a relief, but then you remember Yo, and the feeling of finding out that someone had been lying to you for the first time.

“Y-you didn’t say you hadn’t, though…”

“I have never enthralled you. I will never enthrall you. No lies, see?”

You nod, feeling the weight slip away. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Lie to me, just to check?”

“I want to remove your agency and trap you here.”

A glow.

You heave a sigh and pull him back in close to you. “Okay. Sorry. I just scared myself.”

“What brought that on?”

“Nothing important,” you mumble, bringing a hand up to pet him. How could you begin to tell him that? Oh, yeah, sorry, Izuku. I just want to give my world to you so much that for a moment I thought I was under the influence of something like mind control. Don’t read into that too much!

He doesn’t press it, and you don’t elaborate, and he sighs into your chest and falls into rest.

Izuku doesn’t want you to get involved. You know that.

And yeah, you don’t want to confront a serial killer. That would be dangerous! And scary! And bring up past traumas you’re trying hard not to let control your life! But…

Okay, so you’re not getting involved. Skimming news headlines during your downtime (which you find yourself with a lot of now that your university’s on winter break) hardly counts as chasing a serial killer. Glancing at Izuku’s corkboards when he’s out and about or in a meeting or working out downstairs isn’t the same thing as consuming yourself in research. And really, researching vampires in your spare time is just better informing yourself of the situation—it’s no different than when you sought out books on vampires to read back when you first moved in! You’re simply doing what you need to to stay safe. News is important! World events are important! You should know when things like strings of murders are happening around you and drawing closer!

And man, there’s a lot of information to keep track of every day. It’d be weird if you didn’t write it down, right? You wouldn’t want to forget everything!

Anyways, it doesn’t count as getting involved. No, not even if you now have a notebook quickly filling with notes on vampires and tracking movement patterns. Izuku doesn’t want you getting involved, and this doesn’t count, so you’re not getting involved.

No, you’re just delving into research. It’s pre-research to figure out what you’ll do for your senior capstone project next year, that’s all! Vampirism is a quirk, and—

Oh, who are you kidding. You’re glowing so bright even the layman could tell you were lying.

Between the “definitely not hunting a serial killer” and the “actually getting really into researching and theorizing about what vampirism is” you nearly lose complete track of time. Mina and Tsuyu and Izuku have to coax you out of the house—though, to be fair, you’re also coaxing Izuku. These days, he’s consumed with his own research. He does stuff for his online classes in the morning, and by noon, he hasn’t moved from his chair, just changed tabs to news sites, forums, and the like. He worries you.

(You worry him, too.)

He’s progressed to the point where you have to set reminders to drag him away from his computer for things like sunlight and air away from his work, and usually, you find him gray-faced and dead-eyed in that little dark room, muttering to himself, when you do. On this day, trying to pry your mind away from the general depression and stress of impending holiday celebrations, you find him the same way: lights dim, door shut, and Izuku, nearly unblinking, fangs worrying his lower lip as he looks through some document that, at a glance, appears complex and dubiously legal.

“’Zuku.”

He doesn’t look away or even respond. He’s talking to himself, fast and low and impossible to follow. If his state these days wasn’t scaring you, you’d ask him to speak up, or sit there and listen. But it’s been too long since he last drank from you, and he doesn’t even seem to have noticed the absence.

“Dr. Midoriya?” you try again, hoping his name and title might drag him away.

Still nothing. Except for the barely-there movement of his lips, he doesn’t even seem to move or breathe. Dragging him to bed with you every night just to get him to rest is one thing, but…

You bite your lip. “Izuku?”

When still he barely even seems to notice you, your last bit of will breaks. You’re crossing the room in an instant, stride purposeful. He doesn’t notice you come up, and in fact has no reaction at all until you’re moving his chair and slinging a leg to pull yourself onto his lap.

And oh, there’s a reaction. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, Izuku stammering and stunned. You’ll file his expression away for later use, but for now, you settle on his lap with a firm look. “Izuku. You’re losing yourself.”

“[n-name], I—“

“I know that this is important to you, Zuzu, but you have to take your mind off it for a moment.”

“I… I can’t just…”

You cup his cheeks in both hands, meeting his eyes firmly. “I get it. I promise, I do. But you’re not infallible. You’re a vampire, but you still have to drink. Do you even remember the last time you fed?”

He racks his brain for the answer, you can see it in the pout that instinctively reaches his lips. His hands have settled heavy on your hips, a support you’re glad to have with the awkward positioning. “U-um… was it—“

“Ten days ago, Izuku. It’s been well over a week since you fed, and you took less than usual the time before that, too.”

“Oh.” His eyes roam to your neck. You think he understands that it’s true when he sees that the most recent set of bite marks has already faded significantly.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“So this is what we’re doing. You’re going to take a long drink. You’re going to go until I’m dizzy, and then a bit more because you’re underfed. Probably you’re going to have to care for me for a bit until we’re sure I’m okay to move around again. You are going to take a long, hot shower, brush your teeth, and wash your face. I’ll make your hair look presentable again. And then, after that? We are going to go get coffee and go book shopping and get out of the house, because honestly? Neither of us have been out nearly enough this month.”

A sheepish smile flicks across his face. “It’s not that far into the month, is it?”

“Izuku. It’s December twenty-first.”

“O-oh. Really?”

“Yes, really. I checked before I came in here. Do you even know when your students submit things late these days?”

“I’ve actually got a TA for the abbreviated winter semester. She’s a gem, she’s handling all the grading and updates so I can focus on—“

You let out a dry laugh, dropping your forehead onto his shoulder. “You mean you haven’t even been working in the mornings? I thought that was at least what you were up to. I could have been bothering you to take care of your body at any time of day—“

He laughs, smooths a hand up your spine. The sensation brings a shiver. “Sorry. I should have mentioned I got a TA.”

“What you should have done is taken a break from the computer. I know you get focused, but seriously. Focus on the matter at hand. We’ll start with you biting my neck.”

“Y-you always have to phrase things like—“

“I know, I know, get biting.” You lift your head from his shoulder and tilt for access. As always, he adjusts your posture, shuffles you further up his lap both for postures’ sake and to secure you.

He smiles softly, lets out one of those little half-laughs that have your heart melting. “You keep me sharp.”

You cock a smile his way. “Well, it’d hurt a hell of a lot to get bit with dull fangs.”

He sinks in his teeth. You can pull him back.

It’s at the shopping center, Izuku clean and fluffy, you looking stupid with a winter coat worn on only one arm, that the thought occurs to you.

You don’t know whether Izuku celebrates any holidays.

You can’t ask him about it. That’d be too obvious. But you can’t just not get him something, right? Could you do something for it? You don’t celebrate anymore, but—

“You’ve been staring at that book a while. Should we get it?”

Your eyes snap away from the title you’d picked up—it’s some random holiday romance, nothing particular interesting to you. Really, it looks like someone attempted a novelization of a Hallmark movie and actually got published with it, which is honestly just impressive. You’d kill to see how they pitched it without making it obvious that it’s the same recycled small-town-guy, big-city-girl plot they show twenty times a day on the Hallmark channel this time of year.

“Nah, just getting lost in thought.” You slide the book back onto the shelf carefully. “We should get something for Sbeve while we’re out. Can we stop at the pet store after this? If it’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course!”

The redirection has him talking about what the kitten did the other day during your exams, and you listen, soothed to know your plan to get him away from the house is helping. The pair of you wander through the store, and when his story is finished—you laughing at all the right parts—you smile his way. “I can’t believe we’ve already been living together for three months. Or that it’s only been three months.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, smiling back at you. “The house feels a lot warmer thanks to you.”

You bump your shoulder into his, cheeks heating. He can’t mean it that way. “Well, I am pretty hot.”

He laughs, and you break off into looking at more books. As you pick up one with an interesting-looking title, you continue to speak. “Did you want to do anything for New Year’s, by the way? I think several people want us to host.”

“I’d be okay with that! It’s kind of fun, having so many people over. I haven’t been to a New Year’s party in years, though.”

“I skipped the past few years,” you offer idly. “I guess I’m the kind of person the party has to come to if I’m going to go at all? It’s a wonder Mina hangs around me.”

“You’re a fun person, though. I’m sure she can see that even if you don’t party like she does.”

Boring. You shelve the book, pick up another. “Thanks for saying so. Still, if you’re okay with hosting, we could start organizing it once we’re home…?”

And oh, isn’t that plan perfect? Izuku can’t leave you to organize alone. He knows you get stressed to hell even trying. More to pull him away, more to keep him close, more to hold his mind to shore. Part of you feels dirty for this. Part of you knows it’s necessary.

You won’t pull him away from something so important to him. But you’ll anchor him until it’s the right time for him to set off.

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starryeyedadmirer · 9 months

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Re-Written short snippet from one of my oldest (if not my oldest) works, Grayson’s Belly Fun:

A/N: I definitely plan to re-write this entire story, because it’s not at all hard to tell that this was one of my earliest writings — just a few months after the pandemic started. For lack of better terms, it’s trash… hot trash, but still trash nonetheless. Any, enjoy this short snippet…

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Dying to know what was going on in his head, I took a seat beside him on the bed. “What’s going on with you, Gray?” I asked him — angst and anticipation clumping up in my chest. “You seem… angry.”

A misty blanket glazed across his eyes, he turned to me and answered, “Because I am. I’m gonna do this interview… but it’s stressful. I have no clue what they’ll ask me, and I have to be mentally prepared. It’s literally tomorrow… that’s barely any time to think.” Watching as the first tear rolled down his cheek, I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him down onto the mattress, to lay with me.

Somehow, I knew exactly how he was feeling inside… that terrible sense of worry, when you don’t know what’s coming to you. The constant rehearsal in your mind… trying to get everything just right, even before it’s happened… all of the second guessing, and readjustments of your expectations. That kind of stress eats away at you, from the inside out… until nothing around you feels real anymore. You get stuck in this nightmarish loop… replaying a made up version of your future over and over again. I used to struggle with that a lot, every time I had to make a decision about something… but Grayson always managed to ease my mind, just by being around. He was good for me in that way… always made me feel free… and I really needed that, at the time. It killed me to see him struggling, the same way that I did… knowing that this was all my fault. I had no idea how I was going to fix that worry for him… but I knew that I had to try, even if only to ease my own conscience.

“It’ll be okay, Grayson. Don’t worry yourself about it, alright.” I laid my hand on his stomach — still as big and swollen as it was last night — and rubbed it around, hoping that my touch would soothe him. “You don’t have to answer any questions that you don’t want to.” I assured him. “And… you can always request that an answer be stricken from the record. Trust me, I know. It’ll be okay.”

“I don’t wanna say too much though… and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He laid there, like a log, accepting my belly rubs as if he was unable to feel them. I could see that he was getting even more worked up… paralyzed in place as his thoughts got the better of him. “Our business is our business, nobody else’s… and, now that those photos are out there, I gotta protect it. I just need a second to think, man.”

“I… I understand. Take all the time you need. I’ll … I’ll go make us breakfast.” My naked body pressed up against him, I removed my plan from his midsection, and wiped his face dry with my thumb. His cheek was burning hot… on fire against my fingertip… baking with trepidation. “You still like pancakes, don’t you? Bacon, eggs? Of course you do.” A sympathetic smile risen across my lips, I got up from the bed, and headed straight for the kitchen — leaving him alone with his mind. If caressing last night’s bloat wasn’t soothing enough to pull him back from the edge of having an anxiety attack, than eating would definitely be the solution to his problem.

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marie-swriting · 11 months

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You Traitor - MCU!Peter Parker

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Summary : You're finally shooting your shot with your crush but of course, Peter, your big brother, has to find a way to annoy you about it.

Warnings : sister!reader, reader is 15 and Peter 17, reader's crush is gender neutral, reading someone's diary, fluff, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 816

French version

Prompt : “That’s not what you wrote in your diary...” from this prompts list made by @creativepromptsforwriting

‘Dear diary,

I decided I’m going to muster up all my courage and ask Avery out tomorrow. I think they like me. At least, I like them a lot and they’re so beautiful !

A movie with their favourite actor, Margot Robbie, is coming out this week, it’s the perfect occasion to ask them on a date. I hope they’ll say yes. Maybe we’ll kiss during the movie ? Maybe we’ll even get together ! We’ll see. I have had a crush on Avery for two years now, it’s time to take it to the next level. Wish me luck.’

You close your diary with a silly smile. You hold your diary close to your chest, happy to have finally confessed to your greatest confidant what you’re about to do. You hid your diary in its usual place, under a pile of clothes you haven’t touched in years, before going to bed.

Just like you said in your diary, the day after, you look for Avery to ask them out. As you didn’t have any class together, you have to wait until the end of the day to talk to them. When you’re both finally alone, you start talking like you usually do, hoping it’ll help you calm down, even though your stress is still going up.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you.” You start anxiously. “I know you’re a big fan of Margot Robbie and her new movie coming out this friday.”

“Yes, I know ! I want to see it so badly.”

“Maybe we could go together.”

“Are you asking me out on a date ?” They ask you with a smile.

“What would you say if I said I am ?”

“I’d say yes without hesitation.”

“Then, yes, it’s a date.”

Avery is about to add something when you hear your brother, Peter, calling you so you both can go home. You sigh, frustrated before screaming at him you’re coming. You bid goodbye to Avery before running to your brother.

When you’re home, you go to your room, grab your diary and start writing. You describe your interaction with Avery but also your expectations and the outfit you think you’ll be wearing. You’ve never been into that much detail before. Obviously, your diary saw your feelings growing bigger and bigger but that day, you’re on cloud nine so you tell your notebook every information. You keep writing until Aunt May comes home.

Without waiting another second, you put your diary away before finding her in the entrance as she takes off her shoes. Just by seeing your smile, May understand that you're excited about something.

“What got you so worked up ? What happened at school that can make you that happy ?” She genuinely asks.

“I wanted to ask you if I could go to the cinema with Avery this Friday after school.”

“If it’s not too late, sure you can. But who is this Avery ? Do I know them ?”

“We have a few classes together. They’re very nice.” You assure her, trying to hide your huge smile.

“Oh, so it’s just a friend then ?”

“Yes, what else ?”

“That’s not what you wrote in your diary.” Peter intervenes with a mischievous smile. “If I remember correctly, you’ve been crushing on Avery for two years. You even think ‘they’re so beautiful’ and that you just ‘want to hold them in your arms every minute’”, he says, quoting several of your diary entries. “You even think you’ll kiss them during the movie.”

“That’s bullshit !” You defend yourself before realising what that means. “Wait, did you just say you read my diary ?”

“To be fair, you should find a better hiding spot than a pile of clothes.”

“I’m gonna destroy your legos, Peter.” You say calmly and Peter understands it’s over for him.

He doesn’t take the time to add something before running towards his bedroom. You run after him without waiting.

“Come back, you traitor ! I’m gonna kill you !”

“May, help me !” Peter begs, in panic while May sighs, desperate.

“Peter, Y/N, stop it ! I don’t have the time to handle your fight.” May says without really trying to ease the tension.

You frantically knock on Peter's bedroom door while you insult and threaten him. Peter uses his superhuman strength to be sure you won’t enter his room. After a few moments, he realises there’s no way he’s making out of it alive so he takes his bag with his suits in it before letting go of the door and leaving through the window. When you finally enter and you don’t find him, you scream of frustration. Though, your eyes find Peter’s last lego he built with Ned. You know it took them hours to do it. You have a devious smile on your face as you take the lego before going back into your room, waiting impatiently for the moment your brother will come back to make him pay.

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masterofrecords · 1 year

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Angstober day 30: Failure

The Ritual

They thought they had foreseen everything.

The location, the thick stone walls, the wards. Calculations redone time and time again. Full evacuation to make sure no one else gets caught in the backlash.

It started promising enough. Molly watched as Kat took charge of the circle preparation along with Leo, meticulous and slow in their work. Somewhere to the side, others were idling about, waiting for the circle of runes to be complete.

There was no idle chatter, even from Lawrence or Odri. The quietude was eerie and solemn, fitting the occasion, but it also made Molly uneasy. Unable to relax, she kept watching Kat’s elegant fingers gripping the brush, painting the stone floor with blessed silver.

Minutes passed, until those same fingers found her chin and stroked it tenderly. “You okay there?” Kat asked with a small smile, and Molly’s heart soared, just as it did the first time Kat had asked, over a decade ago.

“Just bored,” she pulled Kat down to sit and hugged her shoulders, sharing warmth. “Are you all done with the circle?”

“Sort of,” Kat leaned into her. “We’re going to take a few minutes and then check again with fresher eyes.”

Molly snorted, “What kind of fresh eyes does he expect at four in the morning?” She hugged Kat tighter.

Kat giggled into her shoulder, but complained, “Ow, you’re going to break my ribs!”

“Nope,” Molly tightened her hold even further and Kat laughed harder, not actually resisting or minding it.

They stayed like that for a while longer until Kat’s giggles subsided and Molly pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “Feeling better?” she asked, and Kat let out a softest laugh.

“Always,” she reassured, and jumped off the rock they were sitting on. “It’ll be over soon, and then we’ll sleep for a week and maybe go somewhere without the rest of the idiots.”

“Ha!” Molly grinned, “Am I an idiot, too?”

“My idiot.” Kat leaned down to press a quick kiss to the corner of Molly’s mouth. “And I’m yours. Only idiots would be here at this hour in the morning trying to save the world.”

And then she was gone, off to reassure a terribly stressed Leo that their circle was perfect.

After that, it was a flurry of finishing the preparations, getting the incense, the water and food they’d need over the next twelve hours, making sure the instructions for every step of the ritual were where they’d need them. They didn’t get to speak again, but as Molly gripped Kat’s hand to complete the circle, she was sure they would do fine.

They got halfway through the ninth seal when the wards shook. Eight hours of sweat and concentration, intense and draining, enough to start to hope that they’d get through it without any trouble.

The first daemon to enter the hall shattered that illusion.

“Don’t break the formation!” Leo shouted. “If we interrupt the ritual for too long, we’re toast!”

It must have been really bad for him to speak so colorfully.

Kira was their first line of defense, her arrows singing quick and true while the huge bear tore into the enemies, unconcerned with the ritual he wasn’t a part of. Odri’s fire was next, as was the brilliant, blinding magic of her mentor. Molly watched, her hands gripping the yet-useless greatsword and hoped she wouldn’t have to use it.

Even as bodies turned to ash, more turned up, each new one turning up faster than Kira could draw her bow. Sweat formed on Leo’s forehead as he tried to keep the seal from falling apart, and Molly made the decision.

They exchanged glances with Kat and moved in synchrony born of years of fighting together. Kat’s scimitar shone with the bluish light of electricity, and Molly eagerly lost herself to the rage of magic in her blood, knowing she wouldn’t have to fear for her life. Their blades sung, screaming for blood of the intruders, as they had countless times before.

She returned to her senses to the sight of piles of bodies slowly disintegrating at her feet. The usual tiredness settled in, but with it was a sense of accomplishment.

Then she turned around.

Leo was still standing in the center of the circle, but his usually stoic face was marred by fear. Kat’s hand gripped Molly’s bicep and in a moment, Molly understood what was happening.

The energy of the leyline that Leo had been commanding to power their ritual was in turmoil, about to break out of control. There was no chance to battle it into the seal now; it was collapsing on itself despite Leo’s best efforts.

As the excitement of battle dissipated, Molly realized with terrifying clarity that what Leo had warned them about had happened – the casting had been interrupted long enough, even if they managed to defeat all the attacker.

They had failed.

To be continued on day 31: The Last Goodbye

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Wow, I made myself sad while I was writing it and had to read over all the materials I had on the ritual and what went wrong. Anyway, here are the battle wives!

Masterlist here!

#angstober #angstober 2022 #writeblr #writers on tumblr #masterofrecords writes

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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Chapter Three

A letter had come a couple days later. Rowan sat in his study, pouring over the writing, nose almost touching the paper— he'd lost his glasses again.

The letter read:

Dear Rowan,

I'm afraid I am going to have to ask a large task of you.

See, neither me or Elysia were at the Infernia coronation for a very good reason; a drakon has become wild.

It is as far as it can get from the main cities of Immanis, but our people are worried. No monster has been this enraged without cause before, and we cannot find a reason for its fury.

We ask of you to help us— we cannot tame this beast alone. Though we have many powers, none of them have been useful in this situation, which why we need you.

If you could encase the drakon in either vines or water, we could tame it without being injured. Of course, I understand if you can't— a drakon is one of the most powerful creatures— but I hope we can count on you.

Yours sincerely,

Lavina

That wasn't exactly the way he expected to spend the day, but he was hardly about to deny his help to the people that practically raised him after-

Well, he wasn't about to say no.

Elliott, being the punctual asshole it was, appeared next to him as he was hurrying towards the weapon room, so fast that the demigod had to jog to keep up.

"What's going on?" It asked.

"I don't have time to explain." Rowan said, increasing his speed. "Here." He handed Elliott the letter.

"Oh shit." It muttered. "So, what, you're just gonna go now?"

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Rowan asked, turning so swiftly down a corridor that Elliott almost ran into a wall.

"I mean, I know you're powerful enough to trap it but-" Elliott panted. "But we're talking about a drakon here."

"I am aware." Rowan stopped at a pair of particularly grand double doors.

"Yes." Elliott followed as Rowan opened them and walked inside. "However, if the drakon is so out of control that Lavina can't tame it without your help-"

"I will be fine." Rowan said, turning to Elliott. "I've handled worse."

"I know, but." Elliott fiddled with something on its sleeve. "I'm not sure about this. If there's something wrong with the drakon that the queen of monsters or the literal goddess of death doesn't understand, I don't think I want you to tangle in it."

"I don't have much of a choice." Rowan said, searching for one very specific artefact. "They're practically my adoptive parents. I can't leave them."

Elliott's expression softened. "Rowan, I know how you feel about them. But I'm still worried about the drakon."

"You can come with me if that makes you feel better." Rowan looked up.

Elliott gave them a grin. "And cause it'll make you feel better?"

"Perhaps." Rowan resumed his search, an embarrassed blush on his face.

"What are you looking for anyway?" Elliott asked.

"The staff I- um." Rowan's voice was quieter. "The one I.. inherited."

Elliott knew what they were talking about.

"You think that'll help?" Rowan asked, and suddenly, they looked 14 again in their worry, reminding Elliott what it had known from the start— Rowan trusted it more than they trusted anyone else in the 4 realms.

"I do." Elliott said.

Rowan nodded, more to himself than Elliott, moving to the opposite side of the room to continue looking.

"Wasn't it on display?" Elliott asked. "I'm sure I saw it on the wall last time I was here."

"You're immortal." Rowan reminded it. "Since- y'know, it's been moved."

"Ah." Elliott said. "My memories get a little confused after a few centuries."

"I can imagine." Rowan opened an oddly grand cupboard. "Aha!" He took out a staff— the one he'd been looking for— and stood up. "We are leaving now."

—-

They arrived at Immanis to find Elysia and Lavina looking very stressed.

Elysia spotted them first and hurried over to them. "Thank the gods you're here. Rowan, we were hoping you could encase it in something whilst we try to figure out what's wrong with it."

Rowan nodded. "Where is it?" They asked.

"We have it caged for now, but it isn't lasting long." Lavina had joined them. "Elliott, do you have any clue what might have happened to it? We've never had anything like this happen before."

"I don't know." Elliott admitted. "When we can get close to it, I'll try to figure it out."

"Come, we have to hurry." Elysia said, directing them towards a very large metal cage, shaking so violently it looked like it was about to fall over.

As Rowan got closer, a knot of worry tightened in his chest. That drakon was one of the biggest he'd ever seen and would need a lot of restraining, He wasn't sure he had that kind of power, but he had to try.

Rowan raised their staff, concentrating all their strength into it. Vines began to wrap around the cage's bars, thick and strong. They focused further and the vines seemed to solidify, thickening even more.

"Ready?" Elysia called.

Rowan gave a nod and the cage vanished.

They gave a grunt as the weight of the drakon pushed against the vines. It was certainly strong, but the vines were stronger. It wasn't an easy task, however.

The drakon thrashed and reared up. It look all Rowan's strength to hold the cage of vines steady as it did so. It tried to spread its wings, pushing against the vines and Rowan himself was almost knocked backwards with the force. He exclaimed in shock and the drakon whipped around to face him, apparently only just realising that he was the one trapping it.

"Oh shit." Rowan muttered.

It blew a jet of flame towards him, and he sent a water bubble to consume it, narrowly missing his face.

"Do you- do you guys think you could-" He cut himself off to extinguish another spurt of flame directed towards him. "Hurry up?"

Elliott turned in time to see the drakon's fire barely miss Rowan's chest.

"Oh-" It was cut off by the drakon's tail almost decapitating it. "Gods, are you okay?!" It called.

"For now, yes." Rowan grunted with effort. "But soon I may be a scorch mark."

The drakon decided to prove their point by shooting another jet of flame at them, this time aimed at their face.

Before Rowan had time to react, the flame altered course— as though bouncing off an invisible barrier— and was sent right back to the drakon.

It gave a howl of outrage, but was unhurt— drakon hide was fireproof.

"Need a little help?" A familiarly cocky voice asked.

Cyrus.

Rowan glanced around briefly, seeing Cyrus' hair tied into a ponytail and a smirk on his face.

They sighed. "I was managing perfectly, but I appreciate the assistance." Rowan tightened the vines as the drakon folded its wings.

"Keep it like that for as long as you can, Rowan." Elliott called. "I need to see what's up with it!"

"Will do." Rowan nodded.

The drakon was writhing in the cage, spewing fire in every direction. Cyrus was deflecting as many as he could, but some were flying off and hitting the ground.

"I think I have to flood the ground." Rowan decided. "Otherwise we may cause fires."

"You can't." Cyrus said immediately.

"What?" Rowan turned towards Cyrus.

"You can't." He repeated.

"What do you mean, I can't?" Rowan asked. Was Cyrus questioning his abilities?

"I mean- do you not already know?" Cyrus looked embarrassed.

"Just-" Rowan dodged another spurt of flame. "Just tell me before I get incinerated."

"I- look, it doesn't matter, just- just don't flood the place." Cyrus said.

"Alright, but you're gonna need to start deflecting more of these." Rowan ducked.

"Rowan!" Elliott called, looking slightly panicked. "Rowan, there's something wrong with this drakon."

"You're telling me."

"No, I mean it's like it's been.. tampered with." It said.

"What do you mean?" Rowan frowned, becoming worried.

"I mean," Elliott looked equally concerned. "I think someone has done this on purpose."

Now, Rowan was never entirely sure what happened next. Most of it was blurred together, but they remembered a few things.

They remembered feeling a weird cold creeping up the back of his neck. They remembered how it felt like the ground was heaving beneath them. And they remembered hearing echoey shouts as everything went black.

Ah, this part already? Time really does fly.

I've always wondered why Cyrus wouldn't tell Rowan then.

Might have saved him a lot of pain.

-Elliott

#flowering flame #flowering flame story #flowering flame chapter three #my characters!#ocs

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jebewonmorelike · 11 months

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So, I've kinda been depressed & stressed lately due to admission concerns & whether or not I will be able to get my major for the final year. I am way too scared about it due to the way our education system works. But today, jongwoo had a live again & honestly I don't know why but it felt very comforting listening to just him speaking in his low voice. It somehow calmed me down a great deal & for a moment I even forgot about my worries as I kept on listening & worked on some designs.

I am not that fluent in korean yet but I am happy I was able to understand almost 80% of what he was speaking. There were so many cute moments like him trying to pronounce he word wolf. The live did end abruptly but atleast I am happy & thankful in one sense because he kinda pulled me out of my depressive slump.

I am sorry for sounding so down but my situation at the moment is very stressful for me. I hope everything gets sorted soon.

Anyways, how have you been kara? I hope you're taking proper rest & staying

hydrated or else😄🔪🔪🔪

-✨

I know, that must be so stressful and upsetting. I really feel for you, ✨… I don’t know if it’ll make you feel any better, but I can assure you that even when school and your life have a wrench thrown in them— it really all does work out for the best.

I was a very good student: all A’s, top 5% of a huge high school class, you know the type. But because of my bipolar disorder surfacing right before I graduated, things really did not go well for me. I failed out of college and bunch of other not-so-happy things happened to me. I’ve felt so horrible and embarrassed about it for so long.

But several years later and I’m so proud and happy to say that… things work out in the end if you let them, no matter what. I’m back in college finishing my degree after a long time and it’s my proudest accomplishment: just trying and getting my life back.

So believe me, I really empathize with you about school and college and majors and all of that just… not going your way. I promise you, no matter what: it will all work out exactly the way its supposed to. But please allow yourself to be upset for as long as you need; sometimes it’s the best thing you can do before you can pick yourself back up

Rooting for you, sincerely 💕

I’m so glad Jongwoo can bring you some joy 🥹 I caught some of his second livestream. He was just strolling down the street. Literally making me imagine what it would be like for him to walk me home at night… not to be delulu or anything 💀

I’m doing pretty well! Don’t tell anyone but I went on a date with a boy. And he’s kind of hot, ngl. And super respectful? Idk we’ll see. I will probably get bored of him in a day or so LMAO

💗💕💗 please take care of yourself, too ✨anon — it will all work out for you so soon!!

#bpml✨

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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hello hello!

i hope you’ve missed me ‘cause i’ve definitely missed you! it’s been a very weird week of fun adventures featuring hits like seeing my parents in person for the first time in nearly three years and finding out my mom may have developed a bit of a hoarding problem in my absence, getting stranded in a middle eastern airport for over twelve hours for not even the first time in my life, having people tell me i haven’t “gotten any better” after one minute of us seeing each other and having weeks of that to look forward to etcetera. which is to say i’ve been losing my mind as per and seeing your message and the new chapter is literally giving me the strength to keep going lol.

i see you’ve had quite a long week yourself? how’re you doing? i’m sending you hugs (if you like them), an assortment of your comfort foods/drinks, and an invite to rant your little heart out (or a plea). if i could message you directly i’d send you pictures of badly photoshopped bradstaches, but since i can’t i’ll leave you to picture him with a literal rooster’s beard. maybe even a goatee. go wild.

the stand up is definitely not a thing haha — it’s more just me channelling my inner theatre kid to deal with any minor inconvenience. when in doubt, soliloquy the stress away, you know? plus i can’t not use terrible humour as a coping mechanism, so it’ll never work for as long as i need an audience, when my target demographic is just me. which is to say i’m very much a rooster myself, in the sense that i also have all the issues and desperately need a break/am the this is me trying half of any relationship, and when i say hangman i mean less of the all american cocky blonde gymbro, and more the burdened with his own doing, icarus/achilles softie with a heart of gold and hurt or old. i don’t think i conveyed that very well, but some of the spirit is there, i think. i’d be very excited to work on it more, but my brain’s going through its edge lord phase again so she’s immune to my own hype attempts. maybe she’ll relent to you, who knows.

also!! what is it that i’m seeing of a jake fic in the jtldm universe??? is it not enough to rip my heart out and watch it bleed? do you have to eat it too???(i’m very excited, i don’t know what to expect but i know i’ll be beyond invested/never disappointed/always satisfied!!!) (also i love seeing jtldm bradley growing into the person i always knew he was, but more on that soon)

you asked about music! i’m a big sad lorde girlie, bleachers, car seat headrest, bit of nirvana and what i call sad man rock, 5sos and a lot of what spotify recommends. off the top of my head — it’s very possible that i’ve missed my supposed favourites here lol — what about you??

i can’t remember what else i was going to say so i’ll save it for the next ask — hope you’re doing okay, apologies for my general existence in your inboxes haha, all the love. :))

🪐

I'm not even joking, I was literally just thinking about you!!

oof sounds like you've had quite the adventure, but I hope it wasn't too much (and I hope you're taking a nap lol)

my week has been a week ig. luckily all I have left of my essay is the conclusion and then I have a proposal due on Monday, but after that things should slow down a bit. (tw: blood) I got my blood drawn on Monday which is really what made the week so hard because it literally makes me feel so out of myself and tired (can you tell Dove's breakdown was inspired??) so I apologize if my answers seem like they were written by a six year old, my brain literally cannot form thoughts rn.

but here is Bradley with a rooster head mustache and a rooster chin soul patch:

your Jake analysis? *chef's kiss* I love me a man who wasn't hugged enough as a child, like lemme give you the love your father never did 🤩 (also another thought I had: Jake and Bradley's core difference (probably not core but whatever) is that Bradley's got "I wanna be my dad" daddy issues and Jake's got "my dad is the reason for every bad thing that has ever happened ever and I hate that man" daddy issues)

please I am so excited for the Jake spin-off. I'm talking shenanigans, goofs, the bisexual agenda, probably no angst but I can't help myself so we'll see. I'm just so ready for it. (and yes look at the growth!! I can't wait to hear your thoughts)

I listen to lorde sometimes and 5sos is one of my fav boy bands. I mostly listen to what spotify recommends too lol, though I love Lizzo and I LOVE Maisie Peters (if you like Taylor Swift a lot I think you should give her a listen, it's kinda the same vibe)

and you better stop apologizing for talking to me 😤😤 or else I'm gonna complement you so hard you'll look like Mav after he crashed his plane in the beginning of TG:M

#🪐 anon #what’s up doc

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bloomette · 2 years

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about what happened yesterday and why i’m at my lowest point (again in 2022, shittiest year).

Yongguk (my ult bias, profile picture (if you didn’t know), the one I like for at least 11 years) had a fanmeeting, I bought online tickets (even if I dislike this concept) because it was his 1st fanmeeting ever,and because we don’t have a lot of content of my boy so I’ll take everything possible. ANYWAY, this was planned and with the tickets 30 people could win a 1:1 fancall with the artist (60 seconds), that’s a typical thing in kpop and it’s known to be very difficult to have (it depends the artist). And last friday they announced the winners: I GOT SELECTED. I was shaking, so happy the whole day and finally a light of luck and happiness for 2022. Yesterday I woke up at 7:45am to watch the fanmeeting starting at 8am, we had SO MUCH fun with Babyz (fandom name) in the chatroom, we were from around the world and we were so happy to see Yongguk performing + being shy overall. Part 2 was later, and the fancall was after that. Part 2 went well too, had so much fun, he read my comments (”mama bang”) and even said my name (for whatever reason, I don’t remember). But here the thing....the fancall....I was No.20, I was waiting in the chatroom (where you should wait until the artist call you and you just answer and that’s it) and you could see the number like “No.5: ended” going on at the top. And when it reached 19, I was almost throwing up of stress HAHA, and I waited....waited....waited.....nothing happened ??? and suddenly it was written No.20: Absence. and i was like “EXCUSE ME ????” trust me if I saw Yongguk calling I’D HAVE ANSWER RIGHT AWAY ?? I was devasted like wtf was happening. it was written “the artist will try to call you at the end of all fancalls, after 2 calls it’ll be over”. So I started to panic, turned off the app, started again, looked at the network 3 times, everything was fine. And.....yet again at the end they “tried” to call, but I still didn’t get any calls ????? nothing...... So here was my last hope of happiness gone.....I cried (still am) so much. I know it’d seem stupid for you (like “MEH just a 1min call with a korean guy”) but to me it was everything.....I’ll never have that chance again in my life. So yeah I cried so much and drank the whole bottle of red wine (that I was planning to show him cause he like red wine), as I never drink I was quite tipsy....then went to BBQ at my friend and drank some more (don’t do that guys...), he gave me a candy “which help relax” (not weed but don’t remember what) and it felt a little better ( I laughed for nothing at least). I went home by feet, kinda wasted but not too much (I wanted....but yeah). Cried all the way back and at least reached home.

Sunday morning and still feel like shit.

#personal #sorry it's long #i needed to write it #so maybe it help going away #the pain.....

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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Inevitable (Prologue) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Prologue Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I’ve had this story in my head for months and I’m glad I finally got to put this into writing! This little family was such a joy to write, and I thank the sweetest soul, Ava @btstannies for letting me gush over this trio and hyping me up everyday! Also, my baseball knowledge is pretty shallow so please forgive me!

Listen to: Walking By by Something Corporate

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“We’re here.”

The deep voice cuts through the numbness you feel, blowing life into your body that’s chosen to block out the pain for now because you know after this, it’s going to hurt a lot more.

You taste iron on your lips. You feel the sting in your eyes. You see the crescent nail marks on your palms. Then you slacken your jaw and try to breathe.

“You can cry, you know?” But Taehyung knows you won’t. Not in front of him. Not in front of the man whose heart you’re about to break.

Your best friend knows you, knows you’ll only cry when you’re alone - under the covers, in the shower, on your bedroom floor. You don’t let anybody see you like that. It makes you feel like you don’t have control, and control is the one thing you need to have right now.

“I will.”

“You also don’t have to do this.”

But Taehyung also knows you still will. It’s a decision you made on your own and he knows you well enough that nothing - no one - will make you change your mind.

“I need to.”

He hums; it’s a battle he won’t win. So he exits the car, opens the passenger seat door, and pulls you out. “I’ll be here when it’s over.”

When it’s over. Over. That’s what it’ll be after this.

You ring the doorbell and hear the faint footsteps get louder. The door opens and joyful onyx eyes greet you, a contrast to your tired brown ones. He takes it for something else, perhaps stress, since he doesn’t say anything about it.

Jungkook pulls you in a hug and you will yourself not to bask in his sweet scent, not to let his soft giggle on your neck and peck on your cheek and whisper of “I missed you” make you forget why you’re here in the first place.

He tugs you inside the apartment, the one the team offered him because he couldn’t abide by the university dorm’s curfew, being that he trains too early and finishes too late. It had been a blessing to you both, as in the course of your over two years together, you’d taken advantage of the privacy and solitude it provided.

You can’t imagine what it would give him after this.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. All these calls with the Dodgers’ owner, then manager, then coach. You think they’d all just call at once but they’re in different cities, I guess,” he shrugs and turns to you. “They’ve been excited,” he continues, his smile reaching his eyes.

It’s never pained you until now.

“As they should,” you try a smile. “They’re lucky you signed.”

He chuckles at this. He’s always been amused at your oblivion with how these things work. He’s lucky he even caught the eye of a scout, lucky they even paid attention, lucky that the LA Dodgers wanted to give him a shot with their AAA affiliate team in the minor league.

If he’s even luckier, maybe he can get to the major league in three years; two would be a miracle. It’s what he’s worked so hard for, it’s why the decision to move thousands of miles away was a no-brainer. Not everyone gets a chance to play in the most popular baseball league like this.

But Jungkook doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know that you know how these things work. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re about to if you didn’t.

“I’m glad you called, though,” he says, nerves teeming with excitement at his news. Well, proposal. It might be a difficult sell with you but he knows it’s not impossible.

It came to him one day, in the middle of a conference call with the owner who kept raving about his soon-to-be home.

“Oklahoma City is great, Jungkook. You’re gonna love it there,” the man had said. Jungkook wasn’t completely sold on the city but he knew you’d enjoy the museums, knew you’d enjoy watching the OKC Thunder play - you were always more into basketball than baseball, anyway.

Everything had been so fast - from the meetings to the contract-signing to the planning of his move to the US - but he couldn’t imagine starting his life there without you and he just knew he had to have you there with him.

He could help you find a job or you could do freelance work; what he’d earn could be enough if you both plan things out well, he thought. He was smiling like an idiot during that call, thinking about the next phase of your life together and he couldn’t wait to tell you.

You’d been caught up with your final projects and school events and he’d been caught up with his papers but you’re here with him now.

“So I was thinking and—.”

“We should break up.”

You say at the same time. For the first time, his wide eyes mirror yours - sullen and dark, but glassy, too because he did not just hear you tell him that you two should end this.

Everything had been going so well. You’d been so excited when he got signed to the Minor League, was celebrating with him in all ways you both knew how. There were no talks about breakups, no ending things. It seemed like a given that you’d both stay together; long distance relationships are hard but there are ways to manage. He knew that. He thought you knew that, thought you felt the same, too.

He stares at you, unable to make a sound, to form words that would be remotely close to what he wants to say. His heart is breaking by the second and you stare back at him. There’s no sign of guilt. You’re not taking it back, you’re not saying anything.

“You don’t mean this, ___. Tell me you don’t mean this.”

“I do,” you sigh. “I just think it’s best if we end this.”

He wishes you had not said anything at all.

“Why?” He stammers, willing himself to face whatever fucked up reason you have for wanting to break up. It doesn’t seem real. He’s suffocating with how forward you are, with how unbothered you seem while he feels his world slowly crumbling. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

“We haven’t even tried. I mean, I’m not leaving yet, we have a few more months to figure it out.”

“It’s months enough to get over this so we can move on. It’ll just be harder then. We know it’s gonna happen anyway,” you lie.

You see the shock on his face, the disbelief in the words coming out of your mouth. This isn’t the woman who he laid in bed with just a week ago, naked, giggling, kissing him.

“Babe, you can’t do this. I want you—no, I need you to be with me,” he continues, voice strangled, the thoughts of asking you to come with him drifting away.

“I don’t.” It’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell.

You’re uncompromising, resolute in your decision. Your almost emotionless face - tightened features and completely dry eyes - is a contrast to his. You can’t break. You can’t back out from this.

He muffles his cries, heart breaking at the coldness of your words.

“You’re all you need, Jungkook,” you continue. “There’s nothing else I can give you that you won’t get there.” Another lie. You know that no one could love him as much as you. It’s why you’re doing this.

“Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Don’t do this to me, too, Jungkook. You have an entire life to live out there. You’re the one leaving and I’m supposed to just stay here and wait for you? Until your dream is enough? Live my life in limbo until we can be together again in god knows when? Expect that video calls will make up for the distance? What about me and my own life? What about my needs?”

It’s messed up but that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You hurt them? And you let them go?

You can only hope that one day, he’ll understand; that one day, he can forgive you. That one day, he’ll accept that you had to do this. It’s that hope you hang onto - that you’ll hang onto for years to come - just so you won’t fall apart. It’s only that hope where you can derive your strength from because you’ll have to be strong for someone else now. Someone who isn’t him.

“We— we can work it out. We’ll try, okay?. We’ll figure something out.” He stutters, still unbelieving that this is happening, that he is begging you to be on the same page with him, begging you to fight for this with him.

“But what if we can’t? What if it becomes too much? You know what it would take to make it and I can’t hold you back, Jungkook. My life is here, my family and my friends are here. I have a job waiting for me, so you can’t hold me back either. It’s unfair to both of us.”

He’s looking at you, desperate to find a crack, to find an opening. But there’s none.

“Baby, please—” he cries, arms out to hold you but you step away, as if his touch could burn you. His heart is already shattered, why are you still breaking it? What’s left to break when you’ve taken everything away from him with just your words?

“Jungkook, think about it!”

“I am, and you’re not making sense! I know we haven’t really talked about it—“

“Exactly. Because there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t need baggage when you’re over there, you can’t be thinking about anyone else, especially one who isn’t there. You need support and more patience and understanding and… I can’t give you those. Not anymore. I’m tired. I’ve been tired. It’s gonna be even more tiring when you’re gone.”

The lies don’t stop but you know they’re necessary, that this is how you convince him, that this is how he lets you go.

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a worse way that you can hurt him. He’s always admired your decisiveness, but right now, he hates it, hates everything he loves about you - how strong you are, how persistent you are, how uncompromising you are. Your words are ice, as cold as the December evening. You’re unmoving and he knows you well enough that you won’t take it back.

“Fine,” he relents. “You want to break up? Then we break up.” He wipes the tears off his face, trying to be brave, trying to salvage the remaining dignity he has left. “We end this right now, like you want.”

This is what you came here to do. This was the goal. And you’re absolutely broken.

You turn away, knowing any more second of looking at his clenched jaw, balled up fist, and unblinking eyes will make you give in, will make you take everything back.

“Don’t reach out, okay? Don’t call. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he states. “You wanted this.”

You nod because he’s right. You’ll lose all rights to him after this. He’ll get over you, he’ll be okay. You’ll let him know the truth when the time is right.

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Good luck out there. Your father is very proud of you.”

You turn and head out the door, the bang not as loud as your shattering heart. And just like that, it was all over.

You stand motionless outside his apartment, unable to make a step to make it all final.

You hear a thump. Then a sob.

“Please, don’t go,” he whispers, as if he knows you’re still there, and even during the final moments, he’s still begging for you to change your mind. It’s faint but you hear it and you step away this time before you walk back in and take everything back.

Taehyung starts the car as he sees your figure approach. You head to the back, behind the driver’s seat, a hand over your mouth to suppress your sobs.

“You can cry now,” he says, as he steps on the gas and turns up the volume of the radio until it drowns out your sounds. You let yourself go and weep, throat aching at the force of it all, chest tightening at the overwhelming emotion of what you’d just done.

It hurts not like you expected. It hurts even more.

You ground yourself before you lose more of you as the seconds go by and cradle the soon-to-be-there bump on your stomach.

You need to let them know it wasn’t their fault, that they’re a blessing either way, but that it’s just hard right now. You don’t want them to feel the grief, the ache of a love that had to end, the love that created them.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” you whisper and trust that this tiny little being can hear your words. “But we’re gonna be okay, alright? Mama’s gonna be okay.”

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