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Summary: Leon is sent on a mission to carry out a hit for the government. He hated these missions the most, but worst of all you weren't supposed to be there. You weren't supposed to see him. Pairing: ID!Assassin Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, canon typical gore, graphic depictions of murder, comfort sex, mild dubcon, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral sex, soft sex, angsty sex, hurt/comfort/hurt, dark content, descriptions of wound dressing. WC: 5.2k

A/N: This was a birthday fic for the wonderful @elfven-blog. <3 Title from the lyrics to the song Sextape by Deftones. Edit: I also have a bot based on this fic now: Character AI | Spicychat

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Cool air bristled the hairs on the back of his neck, limbs tingling with the typical anticipation of what came next. Hits weren’t his favorite type of mission, not by a longshot, he wanted to save people, not kill them. But with experience came a certain professional numbness and a way to compartmentalize. It didn’t help that the locale for this affair was in the dead center of a suburban upper class neighborhood. Every home had that same limestone brick or white overlapping paneling. Every door the same mahogany brown, tacky lawn gnomes, overly green grass, white picket fences – the works. The possibility of witnesses was high, the escape routes limited.

Regardless, Leon was a professional, and he would make it work. He always did.

Tilting his wrist, he looked down at the gold rolex, it was a little past 2:30am. He listened closely, to ensure there was no movement inside. The double windowed back doors were his point of entry. The brass knobs were old, the locks inside not quite as intricate as modern ones, all it took was a good smack against the swiss army knife he’d jammed into it for the lock to click open. The door opened quietly, he made sure to not close it completely behind him to ensure he could make his escape.

The house had an eerie quiet over it, almost like the universe knew what was about to happen. Leon cracked his neck and let out a breath, careful to not touch anything as he moved throughout the lower floor, clearing each room. The kitchen was pristine, nothing out of place on the island or counter. There was no homely smell of food, only the lingering scent of some harsh cleaner. Not a sign that anyone had even been down there within the past several hours – a good thing, he noted. Through the archway came the living room, he had been hopeful someone had opted to sleep on the couch, separate targets were easier targets. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t so lucky.

The plush gray sectional was untouched, not so much as a divet into the cushion. The TV remote lay on the dark oak coffee table. Unlike the kitchen, this room felt more homely. The faint smell of some fruity air freshener was all over, the cherry walls were lined with gold plated frames of the family.

His target was some small town politician, Jackson Moore, normally somebody not noteworthy to the government in the slightest, but he made the unfortunate mistake of shaking hands with terrorists, facilitating the sale of some new viral invention through the local pharmacies. The idea of another Raccoon City incident made his stomach turn. He wasn’t sure who he held more anger for, the people like this person who’d bring it about, or the government that he knew turned a blind eye until now – the same government who wouldn’t make the effort to save the people who uphold it.

He shook his head, and pushed his bangs back refocusing for a moment. He scanned over the pictures. Most normal family outings, some graduation photos and holiday ones in there. Hunnigan had told him beforehand that all of the kids were off to college, none due back for several more weeks. The only targets in the house were Mr. and Mrs. Moore.

There was only one more room on the bottom floor, where he was sure his victims were, the master bedroom. Leon made his way over, silently padding down the short hall staring at the door. It was cracked, the sound of light snoring and the smell of mint wafting from the room. He peeked inside, letting his eyes adjust to the dark room, a string of moonlight the only thing illuminating the sleeping lumps on the bed.

He tested the door, it squealed slightly as it opened making him freeze. One of the sleeping forms moved slightly rolling over. He waited, still as a statue until he was sure that both still remained asleep before sliding himself through the narrow opening he’d made.

Looming over the sleeping forms, he pulled his gun out from it’s holster attached to his waist. Even with the silencer, he knew he needed to be quick. One shot would wake the other, and then it was a matter of speed. He cocked the pistol, taking a few more steps towards the unaware persons before him. The gun felt heavy in his hand, but he lifted it anyway, deciding to start with the official target first.

Will the trigger pulled back, the room lit up for a split second with the bang of the gun. Time slowed as he watched the man’s body jolt slightly, blood splattering onto the pillow, the walls. The smell of gunpowder and iron hit his nose. The man’s fingers twitched slightly before his movement stopped. Just like he had expected, his wife was awake instantly, though no noise came from her.

Wide eyed, she stared at Leon, then down at her husband next to her. Her mouth opened like she was trying to scream, but the noise was caught in her throat, tears welled in the woman’s eyes. Blood had splattered onto her too, some chunks of brain along with it dripped from her curlers onto her lap. Her trembling hands reached over to her husband, “Jacks.” She whispered, reaching over and putting her hand on his deformed face. “Jacks.” She leaned over the man, trying to scoop the bits and pieces of him back together.

Leon wanted to feel sorry for her, wanted to wonder if that’s how someone might react to his death some day. But he pushed those feelings aside, she was a target, culpable in everything just as her husband was. He lifted the gun again, pointing it at her.

As she looked at him, eyes wide with fear, her mouth formed the shape of a word. He didn’t need to hear it to know it was a plea. He pulled the trigger again.

Deadshot, like putting down an animal, between the eyes.

Her body crumbled over itself as she slumped forward onto the bed, the back of her head exploded open like a volcano of bone, blood, and brain matter.

Not dwelling on it, he put his finger to the device in his ear. “It’s done, Hunnigan.” “Good work Leon. I’ll make sure that –”

“Hey mom, you still up? I thought I heard something.”

The soft voice pulled Leon from his conversation, there were footsteps out in the hallway and the sound of a lightswitch clicking on. ‘Shit.’ He cursed to himself inwardly. He took a few steps back from the door, whispering to Hunnigan. “You said there were no other targets here.” “There aren't –” “The daughter is home.” “Does she know you’re there?” “No, not yet.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before she spoke again. “Leon.” Hunnigan’s voice was serious, she knew him well enough after all these years to know his thoughts. “Leave no witnesses.” “There won’t be, she doesn’t even know I'm here.” The sound of the fridge opening and closing indicated the girl’s location. “Everyone at the location is a target, Leon. Everyone at the location is a witness.” “Not if she – “ “Leon, this is an order.” “I can wait for her –” “Leon –”

“She doesn’t have to die.” “Dad, is that you?” The sound of his voice, despite him doing his best to stay at a whisper, must've alerted the girl. There was shuffling around on the other end of the line, the next voice he heard made his blood cold. The head of the D.S.O shouting into his ear. “Kennedy, this is an order, kill her! Complete the mission. Do you understand me?”

“Understood.” He said flatly, disconnecting from the call. In a worse stroke of bad luck, the door to the bedroom swung open nearly at the same time.

And there you were.

Glass shattering as it hit the floor, water splattering around as the light from the hallway lit up the room from the opened door. You trembled in place as you processed the sight of things. Leon was frozen where he stood too. You were an adult, but young, more importantly innocent in all of this. Rarely in his forced-on-him career has he had to kill someone completely innocent. Usually it was the partners of criminals, civilians caught in crossfire. But never someone as young as you, never in a situation so targeted.

He hardly registered the shriek you made before you bolted. Acting purely on instinct he took off after you, the delay of his own shock didn’t matter much when he noticed the slimy trail of bloody footprints from where you’d ran through the glass left in the hallway. His own boots crunching it against the ground as he moved. If you had been smart, you’d have turned for the front door, or even the back. Instead, nearly sliding on your own blood you went for the staircase, the one route that would trap you on the upper floor. You let out a yelp of pain, trying your hardest to only use your less injured foot to bounce up the stairs as quickly as you could, the blood matting down into the carpet with each step.

It didn’t take long for Leon to catch up, thumping up each one loudly as his boots made contact. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t take his gun out, why he was even letting you attempt this unwinnable escape, he also didn’t know. Maybe it was just delaying the inevitable.

He reached out for you just as you made it to the top of the stairs. A simple shove was all it took to send you flying into the decorative hall table that waited at the top. A sickening crack was heard as your head collided with the dark wood, knocking it over as you rolled over with a groan, dazed from it. Managing to prop yourself up on your elbows, Leon could see the trickle of blood that began to run down your eye and cheek, along with the starting to swell shiner from your high-speed table collision.

You scuttled backwards, as best you could, haphazardly tossing the vase that had fallen at him. It missed, and went crashing onto the stairs. Tears mixed with the blood on your face, diluting the color, only leaving the dry specs stuck there. You looked pathetic and terrified in a way that made Leon’s heart twist.

“P-please… don’t.” You pleaded, putting your hand out and up as if that simple gesture would be enough to stop him, distance him from yourself.

He couldn’t do this, at least not like this. He kneeled before you, cupping your uninjured cheek in his hand. “Shhhh. Shhh.”

“P-please… I won’t tell any–” “It’s ok,” he cooed. “It’s not my style to hurt pretty girls, you know that?” He added as he scooped you up from the ground bridal style. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Getting his DNA all over you, getting your blood on him. This wasn’t a clean kill, this wasn’t what the upper brass wanted. For the moment though, he didn’t care. “Where’s your room, Sweetheart?”

You didn’t point or make a sound, your eyes darted from him to the cracked door next to him and then back to him as you shook in his hold. He wedged it open the rest of the way with his foot, before gently placing you down on your bed. It didn’t look right, all the blood staining into the fresh and plush sheets. It was different than your parents downstairs, the whole room screamed you. From the decor on the walls, to the laptop on the nightstand, your college hoodie hanging off the back of the chair at your desk. More reminders that you didn’t deserve this.

Before you could, he swiped the phone off of the side table, stuffing it into his pant pocket. “I know you hurt right now.” He said sweetly, “Give me a minute and we’ll get you all cleaned up, alright?” He gave you a moment to process his words. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ He asked himself, as he held your hand, patting your arm gently. He could see the confusion in your eyes as the gears in your head turned to try and make a decision – timidly you nodded. He shot you his signature smile. “Atta girl. Stay here for me, no funny business.” Pointing a finger gun at you before he slipped out into the hallway and into the upstairs bathroom.

The suddenly bright lighting stung his eyes, he saw himself in the mirror, your blood speckled onto his jacket, some dried to his face. He looked rough, a cold sweat broken out onto his face, blue eyes distant looking back at himself. He splashed some cold water onto his face to calm his nerves before digging around to see if there was anything he could use to alleviate some of your pain, even if temporarily. The medicine cabinet was well stocked, though nothing would be enough to really combat the pain of your cracked head and torn up feet. He bit his lip as he grabbed some bandages and the bottle of peroxide.

First aide wasn’t really his specialty, but he knew enough from training. Along with the other supplies, he filled the empty cup on the counter with warm soap water, and took the washcloth with him.

To his surprise you were exactly where he’d left you, splayed out on the bed, looking scared and exhausted. Your head rested against the pillow, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to take a look at your feet first.” Not that he really gave you the option, but you nodded in return. Leon was no stranger to gore, guts, and the rest, but something about them gave him pause. There was so much blood he could hardly see what was skin and what was glass. “It might sting just a little.” He assured, pouring the cold liquid out onto your feet. You hissed and squirmed a bit, but he placed his arm over your ankles to keep them still, watching as the peroxide bubbled, clearing away the redness of the blood. Small pieces of glass fell with it onto the now stained carpet. He opted to speak to you, see if he could get you to calm down some more while he worked, pouring more over the wounds. “You’re in college?” There was something about you that was indescribable to him, familiar to him, and he wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah.” Finally you answered with words, voice barely above a whisper. “Shouldn’t you be at school then? I thought the semester was still going.” He as he checked you over for any more obvious glass. When it was clear the peroxide had done it’s job, he took the bandages, gently wrapping them around your feet, gauze padding them.

“D-dropped out.” You squeaked out. “Last minute decision, had to come home.” He tied off the bandage before moving to look at your face. “School’s not for everyone. You’re probably better off without it.” Leon dipped the washcloth into the cup, wringing it out over the carpet, not really caring about the mess. He dabbed it gently against your injured face, helping to remove the remaining mess and to get a better look. Luckily the cut above your eye seemed superficial and the blood had stopped running, it was just a matter of cleaning up the dried mess that was left over. He was careful around the tender purple skin as he cleared as much as he could. “You have a boyfriend you leave back at school?”

“No. Never had one at all actually.” You replied, wincing when he accidentally touched a painful spot. “Never had one?” He asked more for himself than as a real question to you. ‘Hasn’t finished school, never had a boyfriend. This is so fucked up. She can’t be any older than Ashley was…’ He thought to himself, debating whether the court marshalling would be worth letting you go. In the same train of thought, he considered what would happen to you if he did. The government would probably send someone else just like him, someone less soft. He bristled at the thought, sitting up straight on the side of your bed. “That’s a shame, I would’ve thought a cute girl like you would be drowning in guys asking her out.” “Not really” You seemed to relax a bit now, well as relaxed as a person could be in your state. He could still tell from your blown pupils and 1000 mile stare that you were still in shock. Probably a good thing. “My parents are… were, strict.” Your face contorted like you were about to be sick at the memory.

Leon went back to stroking your cheek gently for comfort. “So no boyfriend, ever have your first kiss? First time?” Now that he had a better chance to really look at you, all cleaned up he realized who you reminded him of. Not so much Ashley, she was more strong willed and you didn’t quite look the part either. It wasn’t just the age, no…your voice, mannerisms, the way you looked. It was so very much her. Someone he hadn’t thought about since before even Raccoon City.

“Yeah. Wasn’t very good, some drunk frat boy.” You admitted leaning slightly into his touch. Silence passed between you both, nothing but the ceiling fan whirring above you. An automated air freshener spritzed roses and lilac into the air, barely covering the distinct peroxide and blood smell. Leon was surprised when you finally spoke again. “Why did you do it?”

The look on your face gutted him more than it should have. “I had to.” “Because of his job?” “Something like that, yeah.” “Did he deserve it?” “Yeah.”

You nodded, turning your eyes away from the ceiling to look at him. There was another tense silence before you spoke again. “Are you going to kill me too?”

He felt a chill ran over his body at the question. He leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours, moving his hand up to stroke your hair. “I don’t want to.” It wasn’t a real answer and he knew that, but it was honest. “Why are you being nice to me?” “I told you, I don’t like to hurt cute girls.” “That’s not it.”

How you read him for filth like that he’ll never know. “You remind me of someone.” He leaned back just enough to look at you again, but kept your faces close, so close he could feel the warmth of your breath on his face. “Who was she?” “My first girlfriend.” He admitted. “What happened to her?” “We broke up.” He said with a short laugh. “Right before my very first day as a cop.” While the conversation was far from appropriate for the situation, he supposed it worked to calm you down more as he felt you relax into the bed. His internal struggle was still playing tug-of-war with his psyche, not sure of how to proceed.

The piece in his ear picked up with some static before Hunnigan’s familiar voice was heard. “Leon are you there?”

He ignored her in favor of continuing to dote over you, hand gently running through your hair, taking in your features more. That trepidation never left your eyes – he understood it. He probably looked psychotic right now, a murderer who was being eerily kind. He was self aware enough to know that much.

“Leon, we haven’t heard a status report. Has the last target been eliminated?” She spoke loud enough this time that while it couldn’t have been above the lowest whisper for you, it was obvious you heard it, eyes widened again, mouth opening slightly. To keep you quiet he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours, a soft kiss you didn’t really return. “Stay quiet for me, ok?” He mumbled against your lips, before sitting up again. He considered replying to Hunnigan, but looking down at you, he took his earpiece out, tossing it to the other side of the room instead.

Hey eyed you again, before adding another kiss. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this.’ He reprimanded himself, as he placed another this time to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then jaw. Another on your neck for good measure. ‘I should’ve done it the second she opened the door. I should’ve done my job.’ Despite his mind’s dialogue he continued now at your collar bone. ‘Like ripping off a band aid…. I can’t let her last moments be like that.’ He began to rationalize as he looked up at you. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Wh-what?” “You deserve better than a drunk frat boy. Let me make you feel good.” He repeated. “Why?” “Because I want to.” He could clock the nervousness in your voice immediately. “You can say no.” He added. “I’m not a rapist.”

“A-are you going to kill me if I say no?” “No, of course not.” Again, it wasn’t technically a lie. He wouldn’t be doing it because you declined, but he felt mild disgust with himself for side-stepping the reality of the situation again. ‘It’s better this way though. For her.’

“Ok.” You said, nodding at him to continue. He treated you like glass, gently working your thin tank top up and over your breasts. He continued by kissing each one tenderly before taking your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until he felt it pebble. When you whimpered at the feeling, he began to suck on it, kneading your other breast with his hand. When he pulled himself off with a pop, he looked down at you, lips parted, eyes closed. Enjoying so much despite him having done so little. Adorable.

He ran his thumb along your bottom lip until he saw those pretty eyes crack open before capturing your lips again, taking the chance to slip his tongue inside once parted. You were sloppy with inexperience, but tasted like dessert, sweet. It made his cock twitch against his pants. He groaned slightly into your mouth, ignoring his own need. Pulling away he let you catch your breath, giving him the chance to move down your body one kiss under your breasts. The next above your naval – stomach contracting slightly. He added one more above the hem of your night pants.

He looked up at you, silently checking with you if it was alright to continue again. When you nodded, he helped you out of the pants. Gently tugging them down from the waist band, lifting each separate leg himself, careful to not hurt your already injured feet. “You alright?” “Y-yeah.”

“Let me know if anything hurts, ok?” “Ok.” “Good girl.”

Leon tugged his leather jacket off discarding it on the floor before rolling up the sleeves of his button up. He claimed a spot between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder for better access to what he was about to do. He gave a reassuring kiss to your thigh, using a free hand to part your folds, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently. He eyed you watching as you melted under his touch, soft whimpers tickling at his eardrums. “Such a pretty girl.” He cooed, replacing his thumb with his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive bud.

He had to grind down on the bed himself to relieve some of his own tension, reminding himself to keep his focus on you. His grip on your leg tightened as you arched your back, squirming more and more against his touch. “God…oh god…” You chanted, head tossed back, the leg draped over his shoulder kicking at his back. He knew you were close when your voice cracked, soft gasps escaped your lips. He continued lapping at you as you ground against his face, letting you ride through your orgasm – only stopping when your hands made purchase in his hair to get his attention. “C-can’t…can’t.”

Pulling back, he wiped your slick off his chin with his forearm, looking down at you. He watched as your chest heaved slowly, returning to a normal rhythm. Your uninjured eye was lidded less with shock and more with that familiar coming down of pleasure. He went to move back when you grabbed his arm, looking directly at him. “What about you?” He was a little shocked by the words, your concern for him. “I said I wanted to make you feel good.” He chalked it up to your likely traumatized and now lust hazed brain. “Don’t worry about me.” Leon made the motion to move again. “Wait.” You called, grip on his arm tightening. “What if… what if I want to?”

He didn’t move, unsure of how to respond. He’d already fucked up the mission, already covered you in his DNA, yours on him – but he couldn’t do what you were asking. That was too far.

“P-please?” You choked out, tears now welling in your eyes, spilling over and staining your cheeks again.

And just like that he was taken back to that day again, right before Raccoon City. A night he swore was the worst of his life, until he knew better. Sitting there across from him, begging him not to go – you sounded just like her too, like she was frozen in time beneath him. Even worse, this was the opposite of what he wanted, he wanted to make things easier for you, relax you. “I just want to be close, please? Please?” You were full on crying now, face scrunching up, barely able to catch your breath. “Ok. Ok.” He said, leaning down to kiss you again. “Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. How do you want me to take you?” Your words came out between sniffles and hiccups. “Any way, you want.”

He nodded, sitting back enough to help you sit up, slipping your shirt off all the way. “Can you flip over for me? Lay down flat on your stomach.” He helped you comply with the command, still careful of your injuries. He could see the bandages on your feet had turned a slight pink. Once you were laid out the way he wanted, relaxed, face down into the pillow, he worked his own shirt off, tossing it over in a pile atop his jacket. His gun was removed from the holster, he was careful to lock the safety, discarding it with his other items. He left his pants on, undoing them enough to free his half hard cock, the head still weeping.

He spat in his hand, giving himself a few good tugs, feeling himself hardening fully again. “You ready?” “Yeah.” He crawled forward, gently lifting your butt up just enough for him to line himself at your soaking entrance. He grunted when he pressed in, you sucking him in warm and wet. He let you take a moment to relax down again as he leaned forward, pressing the entirety of his bare chest to your back, sinking his cock in slowly until he was buried all the way inside of your heat.

He kissed up your shoulders, and neck, rolling his hips into your slowly. “God you’re tight baby.” He whispered against your ear. He didn’t have the heart to rail you into the mattress, wanting to abate your request for closeness, intimacy. “S’big…” You lazily mumbled into the pillow. “I know, I know.” He crooned your neck just enough for him to lock your lips together again. “But you’re doing so good, taking me so well.” Letting you rest, he returned to focusing on the motion of setting a steady but not too rough pace, angling himself so that he hit that spot inside of you that had you whimpering again. He rewarded the noises by rolling you both onto the side, where he could wrap an arm around you like a tight hug, leg gently pulled over over his own so he had a better angle. Likely for the best, Leon was close already, he slowed down more, returning to simply rolling his hips as he trailed his hand down your stomach, ghosting it over your naval and thighs before rubbing at your clit for a bit as he kissed and sucked softly against your neck. He fucked you like he would’ve done to her, like you were his lover, the most important thing to him.

Your velvet walls felt like heaven as they squeezed against him, closer and closer to your own second orgasm. “That’s it baby.” He whispered hotly against your ear. “One more time for me, ok?” He sped up his fingers, feeling you tighten around him so much that he nearly felt his own eyes roll back. “G-good girl.” He praised, gripping your hip to speed up his own movements, his balls tightening as he came, cock throbbing as spurts of his seed painted your insides.

Leon held you like that for a while, curling in on you, offering soft praises as he nuzzled into your neck from behind. He didn’t move a muscle until your breath evened out completely, and he could tell by the low thrum of your heartbeat that you were incredibly close, if not already asleep. He looked up at the clock on the nightstand – 4:45am it read. He had about 20 more minutes max before someone from HQ would be sent in as backup, now that he’d been MIA for so long.

Now fully soft, he gently pulled himself out of you, and carefully rolled off the bed. He watched you for any more signs of movement as he buckled back up and redressed. There was that eerie silence settling over the house again, he felt heavy with the weight of the evening crushing against him like an invisible force. He wished for a moment that the world would swallow him up where he stood so he didn’t have to face his responsibilities, the consequences.

You looked peaceful laying there. He knew it was just the exhaustion, shock, and grief, that kept you tugged under the waves of unconsciousness, but for his own sake he pretended you were in a truly relaxed state. Moreso, he was glad you wouldn’t experience any more of that pain or fear tonight. Leon clicked the safety off the gun, watching you for any signs of movement. Not even a twitch as he cocked the gun again. He walked over, sitting at the side of the bed again, eyeing you over one more time. It felt like he was saying goodbye to a lot of things at that moment, his ex all over again, your future, another piece of the man he wanted to be. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this, you know?” He whispered, mostly to himself as he pressed the barrel of the pistol to the pillow.

He couldn’t look this time. He wouldn’t look this time. His chest tightened, having to take a moment to stop the bile trying to work its way up, and the urge to cry that had him wanting to heave against the floor. He grabbed his earpiece as he made his exit.

“This is Kennedy to HQ – the last target has been exterminated.”

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fruitmins · 9 days

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Agust Dad—Nine

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills

note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.

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You were stupid.

As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.

So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.

It’s short lived.

Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.

Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.

The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.

There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.

You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.

It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.

Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.

She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.

But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.

You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.

“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.

But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.

“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.

Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.

The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.

Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"

She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“

“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."

“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.

Harin flinches as she feels your sudden

movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.

"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.

"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.

“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“I think.” ‘I hope.’

“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."

You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.

“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.

Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.

She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.

"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."

“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”

Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.

“What would you have done?”

She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."

She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."

You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”

Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."

Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"

Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.

i’m here now

The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.

You were stupid.

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clbrq · 5 months

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TEASE - C. BROCK & M’S. DEAD.

warnings; SMUT, oral (giving), p in v sex, cursing, mentions of a breakup, revenge, hate sex ?? bit angsty near the end

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You were so conflicted.

Colby Brock, your ex-boyfriend, had completely ruined your life. One minute you’re amazing—healthy and loving, and the next he’s sitting you down and telling you it’s over. Your heart was shattered within two words leaving his lips—you’d never felt pain like it. It especially hurt when you watched him bring girls over to your shared house, and forcing you to listen to them fuck.

But, the other side of you, wanted nothing more than to get him back. Flip the whole situation back on him, make him feel how you did and show him what it’s like to get completely fucked over.

It was a warm Thursday night—way past Midnight with the rest of your housemates fast asleep, while you lay wide awake in your bed, Mike’s cock ramming deep inside you. Your moans ringing throughout the room as you arched back into him, feeling every vein in his cock as it slowly slid in and out of you.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he bounced your ass back onto him, indulging in the way it rippled with every thrust. A string of degrading curses flew from his mouth as his pace picked up, erupting more pornographic whines from your mouth.

You’d secretly wanted to fuck Mike for so long. He was gorgeous—chiselled face and jawline, incredibly tattooed body and an alluring smile all drew you to him. After Colby, you knew you needed to feel something other than pain, so fucking Mike would do exactly that. At first, you always hooked up at his place, but now wanting nothing more than to get sweet revenge on Colby, you decided to bring him your room and to be as loud as humanly possible.

“Oh, god, Mike.” You whined, feeling the arousal spread throughout your body as his inked hand reached under you to rub swift circles on your clit.

“Yeah, you like it? You like it when I fuck you from behind, baby?” He teased, his smirk evident in his voice.

Whining back in agreement, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you creamed around his cock, moaning his name loudly. Following suit, Mike groaned lowly as he filled your pussy up deeply with his cum, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your clenching hole.

Mike pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of you and onto your bed sheets. Chuckling darkly, he inserted two fingers inside you, pushing it back up into you.

Flipping around to face him, you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, “Thank you.”

Mike’s hand laid gently on your chin as he kissed you back, “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

As you placed a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt on your tired body, Mike threw some boxers on, feeling too hot and bothered to get fully clothed. Slithering into bed next to you, Mike curled up behind you, spooning you closely. He pecked your cheek as you slipped into a deep slumber.

Waking up the next morning, you ignored the ache between your legs as you gently awoke Mike next to you. He rubbed his eyes as he fully regained consciousness, sitting up in your bed.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” He mumbled, his voice raspy.

“Good, you?”

“Alright, I think one of the boys got up in the night, woke me up.” He informed you, standing up and dressing himself as you pondered on his words.

Who would be walking around the house in the middle of the night? Probably Colby bringing another in.

As you walked Mike out of your bedroom and down the stairs, you placed a soft kiss on his lips as you shut the door behind him. Smiling to yourself as you go to walk back to your room, you’re met with a familiar face stood outside their room.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” You asked, a devilish smirk on your lips as you approached him.

“Fuck you.” Colby spat, pushing past you.

Erupting a laugh from your chest, you pushed open your door and hopped back into your bed. You spent the rest of your day working—replying to emails and editing. You were mentally tired by dinner time as Sam called your name from downstairs.

Trudging down the stairs, you made your way into the kitchen as your four other house mates sat eating their take out dinner; Taco Bell. They all greeted you as you took a seat and plated up your meal, digging in.

“Sounded like somebody had a fun last night, huh?” Sam joked, smirking cheekily at you.

Chuckling at his words, you shook your head in amusement, “I did indeed.”

“Didn’t even need to ask, we heard it all for ourselves.” Jake spoke, taking a bite of his food, “Reminds me of when you two were together.” He added, nodding his head towards Colby.

“I was never that loud.” You fired, trying to hide your grin at your own words.

“Wow, okay.” Colby replied, rolling his eyes.

The boys laughed, emerging in a new conversation as you and Colby stayed silent—occasionally shooting each other a glance as you ate. You knew you’d gotten to Colby, he was visibly irritated and it filled you with joy.

After dinner, you helped clear up all the boys’ mess, washing some cups and plates, before heading back upstairs to your room. However, as you made it to your bedroom door, a strong grasp on your forearm pulled you in the opposite direction, and into a different room.

“How fucking dare you,” Colby growled, shoving you against his door, “You think now we’re broken up you can go whoring around? No, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk,” You shot back, “Bringing girls back here every other night. All different ones, by the way, I’d love to know how they’d all feel about that?”

Colby seethed in your face, becoming visibly more angry at your words, “Well, unlucky for you, they’re all just in it for the fuck. Unlike you and lover boy.”

“Yeah, and he’ll be a better boyfriend than you ever were.”

Colby had had enough. He forcefully grabbed your neck, smashing your lips together in a rough, hateful kiss—full of clashing teeth and moans erupting from your mouth. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs, pulling you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands harshly, smirking as his groans of pain flew down your throat.

Soon enough, Colby backed away from the door, retreating to the bed he once fucked you in every night. Treating you like a princess, taking care of you—you knew that wouldn’t be the case this time around. He ripped your clothes off like his life depended on it, not caring whether they got damaged or not, and doing the same to himself.

By the end of his rampage, you were both left naked—both panting heavily and staring at each other.

“You gonna just sit there like an idiot, or are you gonna make me cum, or what?” Colby spat, nodding down to his obvious hard on.

“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You breathed, laughing at his attitude, leaning down to place your mouth next to his member.

Placing your lips slowly over his tip, he groaned loudly as he slid to the back of your throat. His noises only grew louder as you bobbed your head up and down onto his cock, smirking at the way he gripped onto your head for life—only pushing you further down. Ignoring the way he chuckled darkly as you gagged around his length, you jerked the base of his cock as you sucked the tip.

You could tell he was getting close as his thrusts into your mouth only increased as you felt him twitch. But, before he could find his release, you pulled away, smirking up at him as his face dropped in shock.

You really had just blue-ballsed him.

“You fucking bitch.” Colby growled, grabbing your legs roughly, and flipping you onto your stomach.

Dragging your ass back towards him, Colby slammed his hips into yours as his dick stretched you out fully. Moaning loudly, you gripped his sheets tightly as he unmercifully pounded into you, his ring-clad hands holding onto your hips tightly. Colby didn’t spare you—his pace was deathly, causing you to whine and moan constantly as he fucked you into nothingness.

“Yeah, not so mouthy now, are you?” Colby panted, planting a harsh slap to your ass, a smirk forming on his face as you cried out, “Apologise.”

“In your fucking dreams.” You gasped, turning back to meet his eyes.

As a dark cloud forming in his Colby’s eyes, he grabbed your arms angrily, pinning them behind your back, as his other hand pressed your face into the bedsheets; cutting off your airflow.

“Yeah? Still can’t chat shit, can you, sweetheart?” Colby mocked, hinting towards the nickname Mike always called you during sex.

You drooled helplessly into the sheets as Colby destroyed your pussy, absolutely ruining you from behind. Due to your previous actions, Colby was quick to cum. His thrusts altered as he groaned loudly, cumming deeply inside you, panting heavily as he did so.

And not once did he attempt to make you cum.

Pulling out of you and standing upright, Colby silently threw his clothes back on and trudged towards his bathroom, slamming the door shut. He was clearly still pissed.

Sighing loudly, you curled up in his sheets, a single tear slipping from the corner of your eye. You were sick of this cycle—fucking other people to get revenge, fighting, then fucking, and then not speaking to each other for weeks. It was tiring, you either wanted to get back together, or not speak to each other ever again.

And you weren’t sure which one you wanted.

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but regardless i have a really good VERY TOXIC AND ANGSTY colby fic coming like be ready to get mad and to cry :) but also one that includes u being the literal main character and the hottest mf on the earth (OH WAIT U ALREADY ARE!)

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inarizqkis · 1 year

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pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

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s0lam33y · 4 months

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A/N: dont chew me up for this one. I plan on NAUT making a part two so um. Yeah. I kind of dislike it but not a lot. warning : angsty.

sawry if it makes no sense I’m half asleep and I will be re-editing when I have the chance !

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“I’m cool, Y/N, please, do not make this a thing,” Riri grumbles as she walks through the door. The first thing you noticed was the blood on her face that she claimed wasn’t her own. And you’re so sure that she did some damage on the field today, but the bruise on her eye isn’t fooling anyone.

You’ve grown to hate the smell of blood,

You hate the way it looks on her and hate cleaning it off of her at the end of the day.

“The hell do you mean don’t make it a thing? Amira just got put down and she doesn’t need to see you like this.” You whisper-yell. Luckily she’s not in her suit, so there’s no noise as she settles into the house and pads towards the counter.

She doesn’t say anything as she goes on her tippy-toes to tug at the microwave handle and grab her plate that you always leave her.

“Rianna.” You call as you trail behind her. She spins around and the bruise on her face has only gotten worse.

“You better go cover that shit up. Now.”

She doesn’t have a rebuttal like she usually does, instead, she sighs.

“Yeah, okay.” She murmurs, taking the plate out of the microwave.

“You might be fine but she’s going to start to notice and I don’t want to wake her up, so can you just do me a favor and cover that up at least until she’s fully settled?” You question. She takes a deep breath through her nose before walking away from you.

You wait for a couple of minutes and then find her in the bathroom. She still has her long-sleeved shirt on and the thick cargo but she’s leaned forward, covering up the blotchy mess she’s made on her pretty face. You try to detect any irritation on her face, but you don’t see it. She notices your stare and glances at you through the mirror.

She looks tired, there was no sass in her tone earlier. And even when she’s tired, Riri always has something to say back to you but not today.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t overthink it. ” She shrugs off as she walks past you. Within seconds, you hear your daughter squealing and the sound of Riri’s voice.

After a couple of moments of silence( that you find extremely odd considering how loud both your daughter and wife are) you decide to walk into your daughter’s room, only to see both of them asleep and in the same position. They’re lying on their back with their hands on their stomach and you’d usually take a photo or two but tonight they both need their rest. You sit at the edge of the bed and rub a hand along your wife’s side.

“Ri, get up, cmon.” She looks up, sitting up slowly while her eyes meet your own. The concealer has begun to fade, revealing the bruise on her skin.

You want to reach for her face but you don’t. Her eyes are heavy, so much so you can feel it. She doesn’t say anything once she stands up but you’re sure she’s going to take a shower.

You go into your shared bedroom, it’s quieter than you’d like. It feels like she’s not home despite the sound of the water running in the bathroom. You want to talk to her, there’s something wrong that you can’t seem to put your nose on.

Even though her not being home has begun to affect your marriage, you’re more worried about the lack of communication. She doesn’t speak at all when she’s home unless it’s to your daughter or basic greetings. She goes to work, trains, eats, sleeps, and repeats the cycle.

She doesn’t have a choice really and you’ve been working extra but luckily for you, you only work from home.

But this is something different. Granted, Riri has never been an open book but she was always so big on telling each other how you feel.

You don’t know what she does out on that field but whatever it is, it drives your marriage into the ground. After sitting at the foot of your bed for a while, you hear the water stop running and take it upon yourself to head to the bathroom.

You don’t want to scare her so you make sure you’re quiet as you approach her. You find her dressed in a compressed shirt and loose jeans. The hem of the shirt is in between her teeth, holding it up. You aren’t sure why until you notice the splotches of purple and red bruises with cuts along her ribs and stomach. You knew it was bad already with her face but the sight of her torso makes bile form in the back of your throat.

Now that she’s out of the shower, the hot water has made the bruise on her eye so much worse. You hear a sniffle escape her but decide to keep quiet.

She tilts her head back once her fingertips press against one of the larger bruises. She inhales quietly before puffing out.

“Fuck.” She groans at the pain. You notice the open container of cream on the counter and realize that she’s rubbing it along her skin.

She finally opens her eyes only to meet your eyes through the mirror.

“How long have you been standing there?” She questions, pulling the shirt down.

“A couple seconds, when did this happen?” You ask immediately once she begins to twist the cap back on the container of cream.

“A month and a half ago, it’s been bruising there since.” She admits you can tell she’s doing her best not to walk away from this conversation and probably expecting some sort of scolding.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“And what? Have you worried about it? It doesn’t make a difference anyway, Y/N. It’s my job, I’m bound to get hurt.” She grumbles, finally walking past you but you don’t let her this time.

“I’m still worried about you-“

“You always talk about how much you hate me being injured, Y/N but you don’t stop to think about how much I might hate it? I’m in constant pain so whatever argument you have I don’t want it.” She says, her voice low and quiet. You think she’s done until she takes in another breath.

She used to have a passion for this. And you’re sure that with time she’ll have it again but as of now, you can’t seem to find it.

“And before you tell me that you’re worried, don’t. Because if I don’t get into that suit, we won’t have a home or a bed to sleep in. So yes, I’m going to keep working.” She finishes, stalking past you and into the kitchen.

Her words settle into your bones. You had been too focused on the fact that she was coming home battered and bruised to even think about the toll it takes on you.

You barely hear her once you walk into the kitchen. She’s not even eating, just nudging all the food on her plate. You watch her bring her hands up to wipe at watery eyes. You hear her phone ring and vibrate before she picks it up.

“H-hey…Yeah. I’m coming in, I had to tuck my daughter in…I’ll see you.” She sighs, and you know that’s the sound of her confirming another shift. You feel your eyes begin to burn hot with tears but don’t dare let them fall.

you can’t keep watching her like this. So you decide to make your presence known and her eyes shoot to you immediately. She doesn’t look irritated not one bit, she looks so sad.

“I’m sorry if I offended you earlier, I swear it’s not- I didn’t do that shit on purpose, I just kept talking and I didn’t mean to take anything out on you.” She spills, the smallest crack in her voice bleeding through her words.

“Yeah- no I get it..” The silence after is deafening.

“I have to go..like now, I probably just grab something to eat.” She murmurs. She never eats out, she’s never been the type either even back in college when you first met, she’d never eat out.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe out. This argument can’t be resolved now and the both of you know it. She rubs her palms into her thighs which you know she only does when she’s anxious but it feels wrong to reach out and comfort her.

“When will I see you again?” Your question to break the silence. You watch her grab her phone on the counter and slip it into her pocket.

“Soon.” She promises, her eyes falling to your fingers that you can’t stop playing with. Just like her palms get sweaty when she’s nervous, you’ve picked up the habit of twisting your wedding ring around your finger.

You know the silence shouldn’t bother you. And you’re sure she’s thinking but it’s got the back of your neck hot and your throat running dry.

“I’ll be home tomorrow to tuck her into bed.” She lets you know and with that, she’s gone.

The house is unusually quiet when you settle into bed. You’re not sure when you’ll see her again, not with the unsettled schedule she has. Your mind is blank and there’s nothing you can even think of doing.

You find your phone to send Riri a text like you always do before her shifts.

‘ily.’

You text her and almost immediately, a text bubble appears and then disappears.

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lowkeychenle · 2 months

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chapter 13.5: maroon (M)

masterlist ← chapter 13: ?????? REPENT SINNER → chapter 14: like the old days🤪🤩

Description: After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

Genre: smut *MDNI*; bonus part that is literally just the smut implied from the last part lol

Word Count: 2,457

Content Warnings: there's no real heavy content warnings in here; angsty relationship stuff leads into oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, sex (obvi) but like...that's pretty much it I think? use of the pet name baby?? lol

Note: HIGHLY suggest listening to Maroon by Taylor Swift while reading this for the full experience!!!! This is not edited at all I literally wrote it in two hours cut me some slack okayyy

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Sending that text was the riskiest thing you’d ever done. You paced for the entire minute it took for him to respond, unknown emotions swirling around your chest. You’re not entirely sure how you got to this point, but all you know is he’s on his way to you.

It doesn’t take him long to get to you at all. Even with city traffic, his hotel is only fifteen minutes from your house. With your heart racing, the random shit thrown haphazardly around doesn’t even process in your mind.

And then he’s in your doorway, watching you with those eyes you fell so hard for in the first place. The dim lighting reflects like stars in his sparkling gaze, his own fear clearly plastered on his face as he stands right in front of you.

For a brief moment, you hesitate. Everything you’ve ever wanted is staring you down, but the past comes crashing back.

Looking at him now, you wonder where everything truly went wrong—where things started to go wrong. His lips—the ones you used to call home—are parted as he closes the door and locks it behind him. It feels so permanent, so real, you’re not sure what move to make. You fight against the tears wanting to form. Today has been unnaturally long, and since the two of you went in opposite directions at the end of your coffee catch-up, all you wanted was to run back to him.

He’s everything. He always has been.

But none of it matters.

Your memories come back in waves, starting with the way he twirled you around the very floors the two of you are standing on. His laugh sinking into your skin as he buries his head in your neck, holding you tightly as if he was scared to lose you.

He did. He lost you.

His sly comments that would send a deep blush to your cheeks, the first night you spent with him where he accidentally spilled red wine on you, which ultimately led to him helping you remove it.

You used to put your legs over his lap when he’d sit on your couch, and he’d pull you closer by your ankles until you were on top of him.

He’d kiss you so gently, hands ghosting all over every inch of your body. Toward the end, every touch was urgent, like it was the last time he’d ever have the chance.

Until one time, it was. He touched you for the last time.

You trusted him.

God, you trusted him and everything fell apart. He was so fucking stubborn, never wanting to let you have the last word. It was more important than finding a solution. You constantly lost sight of the why—why you were doing this, why you loved him, why you fell for him in the first place.

But now he’s here. He’s here and you want him so fucking bad.

There were so many good things about your relationship, and when you see his face and the vulnerable gleam in his eyes, you remember all of them. But there were bad times too—too many for comfort, one too many arguments for you to understand.

Chenle takes a daring step closer to you, and even with him a few feet away from you, his presence is overwhelming. You pant already, the air too thick to comfortably fill your lungs. How the fuck are you supposed to do this? There’s so much going on in the world around you, but all you can think about is your need for him.

He clenches his fists like he’s refraining from reaching out to you. Glimmers of hope cross his features—his jawline you traced along for the last time much too long ago, his soft lips you found solace in every time you lost yourself in him. Over and over again you allowed yourself to fade, and it terrified you.

A lump forms in your throat when you realize this is where you and Chenle stand. Once, you were able to throw yourself into his arms without hesitation, and now you’re scared to touch him.

How could this be your legacy?

How could it truly be over?

Being burned once by the love of your life will haunt you forever, especially if that person comes in the form of Zhong Chenle. He proudly takes up space in your home, in your heart, and you don’t have any say about it.

Everything brewing inside you becomes too much, and all you crave is the peace he used to provide you when things were calm. When he touched you, nothing existed. It was just you and him, and not a damn thing mattered other than that.

You curse under your breath, practically leaping forward to wrap your arms around him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and the next thing you know, those soft, full lips are on yours. Despite the simple touch, the electricity from his hands pressing you closer by the small of your back and his mouth has a moan slipping from you.

His breath hitches, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he clenches his fist around the fabric of your shirt, almost like he doesn’t believe this is real.

Every last worry dissipates, and finally, you feel at home. You said New York was your place, where you belong, but maybe you were wrong. He’s your home. He’s everything you’ve ever needed, and admitting that scares you more than you’d care to admit.

He grips the back of your neck, the warmth sending chills down your spine. His kiss is frantic while his hand on your back trails down to grab your ass. You haven’t been touched in over a year—not that anyone would make you feel like he does anyway. Your gasp allows him to slide his tongue in your mouth, but you don’t even fight for dominance. You let him have it.

“Jump,” he tells you, panting harder than he was before.

You listen to him and wrap your legs around his waist. As his arms wrap around you, he pauses, scanning over your face. The words you know he’s craving to say die on his lips, but you taste them imbued with his kiss when he reconnects with you.

You love him. You still fucking love him, and he loves you.

You’ve never met someone who vibes with you as well as he does. He knows what you’re thinking before you do, and he knows your body like it’s his own.

Silently, you plead with him to continue, and all he does is nod.

He takes you into your room and kicks the door closed behind him. Setting you on the edge of your bed, he kisses you hard. So desperately, as if he’s trying to prove something to you.

You break away from him to pull your shirt over your head, quickly lifting the bottom hem of his. He mimics your action, and then his head dips down to the swell of your breasts. You throw your head back, pushing him closer to you and sighing as he sucks and bites to leave his mark on you.

You were so sure you’d be with him forever. So sure that he was it for you—but one thing is absolute, and that’s the way no one could ever compare to him in your life. He took everything to new levels—when things were good, they were good. When they were bad, they were seismic.

The bad times never outweighed the good, but eventually, you’d had enough.

You tell yourself you’re only doing this because you’re lonely, because you miss his touch more than you could ever miss him, but you’re lying.

Somehow, you want it all again, even if it meant things were exactly the same.

You need him so badly, your body shudders with every brush of his fingertips. Reaching forward, you tug at the hem of his sweatpants.

“God, I fucking missed you, baby,” he groans, hooking his fingers in your shorts. You lift your hips, and he uses the opportunity to rip them off of you.

“Me too,” you breathe out. “Me too, Chenle, don’t stop.”

Chenle inhales sharply, unclasping your bra and pulling it off before he guides your back down on the bed. He leaves a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck to your chest, tracing over the marks blossoming on your breasts. You whine and arch into him, desperate for any touch he’s willing to give you.

His lips wrap around your nipple, and your attempt to press your thighs together is interrupted by his body. Your eyes roll back, and you run your fingers through his hair to encourage him. His tongue swirls around your bud, a string of his saliva following as he moves to the other.

You’re a fucking wreck, clinging onto your ex-boyfriend as he does everything you like. After a year, you started to think you’d exaggerated how good the sex was. Now that he’s on top of you again, you know full well you’ve never given him enough credit, let alone too much.

His fingers light fires on your skin, every inch of you much too sensitive for your own good.

“Tell me,” he mutters, kissing down your stomach until he reaches the edge of your panties. “Tell me what you want.”

“Chenle.” You let your head fall back on the mattress.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I need you.” Your brain is hazy already, and you want to push his head between your thighs to relieve the ache. He’s the only one who can.

He yanks the last piece of fabric away from your body, and you jolt when he wastes no time taking your clit in his mouth. Your moans fill the room as you grind up, an overwhelming need for him sinking into your veins. His tongue flicks back and forth while his fingers slide inside you easily with how your arousal drips down onto the mattress.

Incoherent words slip past your lips, you tug on his hair so hard he’s moaning against you, and you repeat his name like a prayer. He reaches your spot effortlessly, and everything around you blurs. You tighten around him, your whispers of pleasure turning to cries as he brings you to your high. It wracks your body, making you shake beneath him.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, pulling him upward. “Lele please, I need you right now.”

His mouth slams on yours, and your moans are swallowed. You scoot back to give him space to climb over you, and before he does, he pushes his sweats and boxers down. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you jerk him slowly in pace with his kiss. He’s just as sensitive as you, fucking your fist with a needy sigh.

“Are you sure?” he asks breathlessly, his forehead on yours.

You nod. “Please.”

He doesn’t tease you anymore. Lining his tip up with your entrance, he gulps before pressing into you. A whimper leaves his mouth as he bottoms out inside you, his head falling against your neck as he grips your hip tightly. Chills roll down your spine at the sound, and you close your eyes and run your fingers through his hair, unable to breathe.

It’s been so fucking long since he’s filled you like this, and you spread your legs further apart in an attempt to get him deeper.

“‘M sorry,” he whispers. “Just need a second, baby.”

You nod, relishing in being so close to him again. Pleasure clouds your head, leaving you a blissful state of peace, like nothing could ever go wrong for you two.

“You feel so good,” he hums. “Never wanna be without this.”

“Me too.” You lift your hips to encourage him.

He moves his head to look at you, to watch your face as he slowly pulls out of you to push in at the same pace. Heat swarms your body, the firm press of his chest against yours making every neuron fire at once. With anyone else, you’d shy away from eye contact during such an intimate moment. With Chenle, with the love of your life, you meet his gaze and, despite pleasure weighing heavily on your eyelids, you refuse to look away.

His lips barely brush yours as he sets a steady, slow pace. Your toes curl and moans pour from you, but you want to be closer. His cock drags against your walls, depleting each of your worries one by one.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he groans, eyebrows furrowing as he pants. “You feel so fucking good, baby, it’s been so fucking long.”

He reaches down and rubs your clit, cursing again. His thrusts pick up speed, and as his rhythm falls apart, you know he’s close. He feels so heavenly inside you—between the sensitivity you still feel from your first orgasm and the pleasure of the stimulation on your throbbing bud and his length stretching you to your limits, you’re seconds away from finishing, too.

“Cum inside me,” you beg him, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Please, Lele.”

His hips jerk, and the tip of his cock slams into your spot. You’re catapulted into your orgasm, back arching as you practically scream for him. His eyes roll back as he spills deep inside you. Panting, he collapses on top of you, kissing along your collarbone.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, resting on your chest.

Your heart pounds so hard, you know he hears it. You gently drag your nails up and down his back, helping him calm down from his high. After a minute of him pressed against you, he leans up to kiss you, his mouth gentle and slow.

It scares you. It twists your insides and sends a pang of terror through you.

This isn’t a I-just-hooked-up-with-my-ex kiss.

It’s one you experience when you’re in love. One that could never be mistaken for something else.

This’ll turn into a slippery slope, you know that, but you don’t dare ruin the moment now. As his lips work on yours, you disappear into a simpler time—one where he was yours, and you were his.

After a few moments, he stops, pulling himself out of you before going into your bathroom for a towel. Nothing has changed since the last time he was here, so he’s got your house memorized down to where you keep the extra dog food you bought when he used to bring Daegal with him.

Tears well in your eyes, and once he cleans you up and climbs back into your bed, you bury yourself in his chest. You needed this. You need him.

What are the chances it works out the second time?

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minminyoonjii · 9 months

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Hiii, I really enjoy reading Mini Log and your stray kids scenarios, they're always so comforting and cute to read.

If it's possible, could you make a mini log about reader getting sick, but reader doesn't want to admit it so Felix and Chan have to warn her (tbh I'm kinda confused how to say it, but I hope you get it)

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This came out more angsty than predicted. This is just another warning, your feelings are valid and not over-exaggerated. I personally think it's a bit heavy for littles to read so read with caution. With that cleared, I hope you enjoy reading.

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

A groan escaped your lips, you sat up looking for your phone. You gulped, wincing at your swallow "Gosh," you rasped, pressing the back of your palm against your neck. "I need a shower," you whispered, swinging your legs over the bed, standing up. "Oh fuck," you croaked, instantly feeling dizzy. You looked at your plush, and it stared back at you "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine," you said, running your fingers through your hair. The way to the bathroom looked wobbly, but you made it there, washed up, and changed into a fresh pair of hoodie and shorts.

You held onto the railing, walking down each step carefully. "Morning, sweetheart," Felix said, plating up pancakes. "Morning, Lix," you replied, taking a seat at the kitchen aisle. Felix smiled, "I made pancakes, do you want fruit or syrup?" he asked, setting them on the aisle. You giggled, "Both please," you said, looking at Felix. He chuckled, "Fruits and syrup, coming right up," he said, decorating your pancakes. You watched in awe, always in love with the way Felix cooks. "For you. my princess," he said, bowing slightly. "Thank you, kind sir," you replied, taking the pancakes from him.

Felix ruffled your hair, "Eat up, I still have batter if you want more," he said, kissing your temple. Your vision got blurry at the slight jostle before it came back again "I will," you said, taking a bit of your pancakes. Felix smiled, cleaning up the utensils he used earlier. You hummed, finishing your breakfast. "I'm heading up to change, okay?" he said, cupping your cheeks together. You laughed, "I'll be fine, Lixxie," you said, staring up at him. Felix placed a light peck on your lips, "I know, sweet girl," he said, giving you an eskimo kiss. You rolled your eyes playfully, watching as he walked up before standing.

"Really," you groaned, your knees wobbling as you stood. "Sweetheart, Chris is coming home early tonight," Felix shouted from upstairs. "Alright," you shouted back, holding the edge of the counter as you walked to the sink. You took in a deep breath, melting into the warmth of your hoodie. Chills ran up your legs, and goosebumps coated your skin. "Not now," you whined lowly, looking for tissues. You found some, blowing your nose into them. Your vision turned dark for a bit, "Please don't have a fit," you whispered under your breath.

Minutes went by and you were in the clear. A breath of relief slipt past your lips "Let's check on work," you mumbled, walking towards your desk. You turned on your laptop, scrolling through your emails then your saved documents. You went through what was urgent, then opened up your passion work. You did a few edits, run-throughs, and proofreads. Felix walked around the house, smiling as you zoned into your work. An hour or two flashed by before you even realized. You stretched, bladder aching for you to go "Maybe it's time for a break," you mumbled, standing up.

Blood rushed from your torso to your legs, and your eyes widened, instantly holding onto the desk for support. "Sweet girl, are you alright?" Felix asked, causing you to flinch. You turned to look at him, "Yeah. Yeah, just been sitting too long," you explained, brushing off his worry. Felix hummed, "Stand up every now and then, hm?" he said, watching you intently. "I will," you replied, walking away to the bathroom. You entered the bathroom, letting out a deep sigh "Pull yourself together," you whispered, sitting on the toilet.

You washed your hands and face, feeling more refreshed but the cold breeze triggered a sneezing fit. Your face heated up, and you puffed out warm air to catch your breath, You tried clearing your nose but it kept getting stuffy. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin once again. You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror "How do I hide this," you whispered, washing your face once more. Felix knocked on your door, "Is everything okay in there?" he asked, resting his hand on the doorknob. You cleared your throat, "Ahm, I'm fine," you said, holding back a whimper as you held your head.

Felix pursed his lips on the other side of the door, "Chris is coming back, give or take thirty minutes," he said, stepping back from the door. You took a deep breath, opening the door "Okay. He's having dinner with us then?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix nodded, "I ordered take out so they should be here any time now," replied, stroking your cheek. You leaned into his palm, kissing it slowly "What are you doing, hm?" you asked, looking at him. Felix chuckled, gently grazing the back of his hand against your neck "Just wanted to hold you, sweetheart. I didn't get my daily hug yet, so I'm feeling deprived," he teased, booping your nose.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Is this good enough?" you asked, hugging him close. Felix confirmed his suspicion, "Yes, thank you," he said, stroking your hair. You released your hold, "I'm going to edit on a few things, tap me on the shoulder when Chris gets here," you said, walking back to your desk. "Alright," Felix said, smiling slightly. He clicked on Chan's chat, typing out a short pharmacy list for him to pick up "That should be enough," he mumbled, watching as you worked. Chan walked into the house, feeling an odd sense of tension.

He wrapped his arms around Felix's waist, pulling him close to his chest "What's wrong, love?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. "She's sick. I know she is but she's keeping it from me," he said, pressing his back further into Chan's hold. "Did you confront her?" he asked, kissing his lover's cheek. Felix frowned, "I just, I couldn't. God, I'm too much of a coward to do so," he mumbled, covering his eyes. Chan frowned, "Let's talk to her, yeah? We can ask her together," he reassured, walking towards your zoned-in figure. He gently rubbed your neck, causing you to flinch "Shh, you're alright. It's just me," he said, trailing down to rub your shoulders.

You sighed, turning off your laptop "Is dinner here?" you asked, looking up at him. Chan nodded, "Yeah, it's on the table," he said, walking towards the dining table when a sudden "Oh fuck," made him turn back. You held your head, vision spotting black from the lack of rest, water and added stress. Chan wrapped his arms around you, "Shit, baby can you hear me?" he asked, laying you down gently on his lap. You blinked for a bit, "Yeah, I can," you said, slowly sitting up. Felix took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell someone that you were sick?" he asked, rubbing your legs.

You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up wobbly, "I wasn't. This is fine, it's normal," you said, stepping back from the confrontation. "I'm pretty sure, getting lightheaded from standing up isn't normal," Chan said, stepping forward. "Or the sneezing fit and fever you've been having," he added, raising an eyebrow. Your breath hitched, picking up in pace. "Breathe, sweetheart. We're not mad," Felix said, opening his hands to hug you but you flinched. Everything piled on and it wasn't a surprise when you slipped. Wails and sobs immediately started pouring from your lips.

Chan tried to get closer but you curled up, holding your head "Not sick. Promise not sick. I'm a good girl, I'm not sick. I'm sorry, not sick," you babbled, rocking yourself. Their hearts broke, Chan squat down to your height, speaking gently "Why are you saying you're not sick, baby?" he asked but his voice was barely a whisper. You hiccuped, fat tears streaming down your cheeks "Sick bad, Sick too much money," you sniffled, digging your nails into your palm. Chan gently took your hands, "Who told you that?" he asked, gesturing for Felix to hold your other hand. You whimpered, "Mama and Dada," you cried, unintentionally clawing into their palms.

Felix frowned, stroking your palm "Is that why big you doesn't tell anyone if she's sick?" he asked, slowly reaching out to rub your back. You nodded, sobbing harder "No tell unless pain bad," you sputtered, burying your face between your knees. Chan rubbed your legs "To that extend?" he asked, kissing your fingers. You nodded once more "Tis normal, not sick, promise," you whimpered, lips wobbling. Chan stroked your cheek, "Can we hold you, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping his other arms around Felix's back. You sniffled, crawling into their laps "I need you to listen to what I'm about to say, okay?" he whispered, rubbing your arms.

You laid your cheek on his chest, legs resting across Felix's lap "When you're sick, we want you to come to us. Not only when you're sick, you can come to us whenever, yeah?" he whispered, kissing your tears away. You gripped the hem of Chan's shirt "Daddy, no mad?" you asked, fidgeting with his buttons. Chan shook his head, "Never. Even if Daddy was, Daddy will never raise his voice at you, hm," he said, kissing your nose. "I love you both so so much," he asked pulling Felix closer. "I can't imagine any one of you in any distress or pain. If I could I would take your pain away," he said, holding Felix on his other thigh.

Felix stroked your cheek, "Sweetheart we adore you. You're our little, our precious girl. We would do anything to see you happy. Just the thought of you withholding your pain, hurts us more than you know," he said, voice cracking the more his spoke. You whimpered, "Mommy no sad. Don't want mommy sad," you cried, letting Felix hold you tight. Chan held you both firmly in his arms "Aigo, my sweet babies. We all have some things we need to talk about, hm?" he whispered, rocking the both of you. Soon the soft sniffles turned into gentle snores.

Chan sighed, his heart ached at the things you said "I'll protect you, I'll always protect you," he mumbled, kissing the top of your heads. "Rest my little loves, you'll be safe as long as I live," he smiled softly, basking in the comfort.

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tom-hunter-summah · 11 months

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Born in the Wrong Era| Wally Clark x Alive!Gender Neutral! Reader

hey everyone! I was playing around with this idea of Wally and an Alive reader and this came out. This will be a multi-part fic and I hope you guys enjoy it!

chapter warnings: use of Y/N, grief, a bit angsty

word count: 1.1k

edit: I added a couple of sentences at the end because it felt muddy before. i hope y’all enjoy it!

sunday

You stare at the beige house you’ve gone to ever since you were five years old. This is your home away from home, your go-to hiding spot. Unfortunately, once a year the typically warm space turns cold. Homecoming is a little less than two weeks away and while school is a buzz; the Clark household comes to a stop. You let out a big sigh and walk up the steps to the chestnut barrier between you and your –albeit unofficial— second grandmother. Your grandmother, Ceceil and Bea were best friends since forever and Bea was always around you growing up. She was always sweet to you. Helping you with homework, going to the farmers market, and of course, taking you to the homecoming game with her ever since you could walk.

What you didn’t realize until you were older is her shutdown before the homecoming game. The lights aren’t on, and the blinds are just barely cracked. She doesn’t come over for dinner and she wallows in his letterman jacket. No one blames her either. Who could? She lost her son while he played their favorite game. Regardless, someone has to ease her into homecoming week and that used to be your grandma’s job but she passed away 3 summers ago and you willingly took on the responsibility.

That’s why you’re here today. Easing the bee back to the hive. You finally knock on the door and you hear a faint “Come in.” You let yourself in and you find Bea on the couch watching Invincible. You sigh as you hang your coat on the rack and join her on the couch. She’s the first to break the silence.

“You know Wally would have really loved this movie.”

You smile sadly. “It seems like it. He was a big fan of football.”

Bea nods. “We both were.” She laughs.

“You know I always say that Wally could have had a story like Vince. The former high school star, finally making it big.”

You laugh with her. When you turn your head to her, you see the tears in her eyes.

She falls onto you and just sobs. You run your hand in circles on her back while she cries. She continues like this for a couple of minutes. When she lifts herself off your shoulder, you make your way to the kitchen to get her some water. You have to wash a cup because most, if not all the dishes are in the sink. On your way back to the couch, you see something slightly puffy with hints of blue and white, in a box in the laundry room.

“Here you go Bea.”

She takes the glass from you, grateful. “Thank you Y/N.”

You wait a moment before prodding about the mystery box.

“Do you mind me asking what’s in the box, in the laundry room Bea?”

“It’s some of Wally’s old stuff.”

You go wide-eyed.

She laughs again. “I know. Big step. It’s time. The kids today could probably benefit from a couple of retro items. In fact, can you grab the box?”

You do as she asks. As you walk it out your suspicions were confirmed, she was getting rid of his jacket.

“Y/N you’re the best bonus kid I could ask for. I want you to have a couple of things.”

You tear up. “Bea I couldn’t.”

She places a hand atop of yours. “I want you to. I feel like he would too.”

You look down at the box, his letterman calling out to you. You pick it up and examine it. For being over 40 years old, the jacket is in impeccable condition. You take a closer look at the sleeves and they look a little small for your arms. You put it back down. Bea frowns.

“What’s wrong.” “The sleeves. They’re too small for my arms.”

Bea picks up the jacket. “I know a seamstress who might be able to make the sleeves bigger. I just need your sleeve cuff and wrist measurements.”

“Bea, I don’t want to be a bother.”

She swats the air after she folds the jacket and places it off to the side. “You could never. Plus this is yours now, it should fit. Now, be dear and grab my tape measurer. It’s in the drawer of the table in the hall.”

You smile softly as you retrieve the item Bea requested. It doesn’t take long and you both decide to pack up for the night.

“Thank you for coming by Y/N. Seeing you always makes me feel better.”

You smile back at Bea as you tuck her into bed. “I feel the same about you Bea. Now you get some sleep and I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Wait. Make sure you take something else from the box. I feel bad that the jacket didn’t fit.”

You didn’t want to battle her about taking her kindness for granted; so you said “Sure. Please get some rest and I’ll see you in a couple of days.” She nods and turns on her side to face the window, finally settling. You make your way down the small flight of stairs and debate doing the dishes or not. You look at the newly risen moon and decide to sneak over tomorrow and do it. As you make your way out the door you notice there’s something in one of the jacket pockets. You walk over and take out a walkman. Excitement washes over you as you open it and there’s an old mixtape of his in it.

“No… it couldn’t.”

You flip the tape over and put on the Panasonic headphones as you press play on the walkman, and “Paint it, Black” by The Rolling Stones floods your ears.

This is gonna be fun.

-monday-

You cannot wait to get out of this hell-hole. Granted it could be so much worse and you could actually be noticed by people and be teased for your obsession with the 80s and musical theater. Its more fun to be alone anyway. Especially during lunch. I go out to the football field as that’s the only time it’s free of… well anyone. You take your normal spot on the center bleachers “One Way or Another” flowing between your ears when some weirdo starts tossing a football around, impeding on your lunch. He’s pretty far away so you can’t see his face that well but he kind of reminds you of a young David Schwimmer?

“Hey David Schwimmer! What are you doing?”

He looks around before pointing at himself. “Me?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes you, there's no one else here!”

You watch as he makes his way closer to you and you decide that your privacy isn’t worth being yelled at some jock.

“Look man, I’m used to having the field to myself but I’ll go. No need to come over.”

You pack up your stuff and as you walk towards the gate separating the bleachers from the rest of the school.

“Wait!” The jock calls out. You debate whether you should stop or not. You wish that you had kept walking.

Nothing could have prepared you for the face the heavy breathing was coming from.

“Wally?”

#wally clark x reader #school spirits 2023 #milo manheim #wally clark

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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months

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Hi! I love your writing and I’ve been literally binging through all the fics! I was kinda hoping for a fluff / angsty fred fic 👀

So we all know our beloved Fred dies and I’m kinda wanting to have a fic around that. It starts very warm and calm with possible memories before the war and how happy the two were waiting to get married, start a family etc. maybe a little moment in the morning of their house together waking up and it’s just stolen kisses and happiness 😩

Until the war begins and they both want to fight in it, very bittersweet moment of goodbye between them while Fred tells reader to be safe and how it’ll come back on both of them. During the war we know Fred gets killed and how it could be the reader protects a younger person during the war and that’s how they are killed too. The Weasley family not knowing they were dead until they saw her being placed down on a stretcher beside Fred. It’s just SAD and ya know ANGST. Anyway could be the two of them reuniting in the afterlife Idc!

But if this is too much don’t stress you’re amazing 😩

b i t t e r s w e e t

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: ahh i'm so happy you've been enjoying my writting, that makes my day. this brought back plenty of unhappy memories of a ten year old reading it for the first time, but what this really remiend's me of this is the line, "it's been a long day my friend, i'll tell you all about it when i see you again". i hope you don't mind as i hav'nt really written a proper fic on this and i'm willing to try again to reach your expectations, i wish this enlightens your day, and makes you smile a little brighter with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

the five times fred weasley was effortlessley in love

sometimes being the funniest person in the room was tiring, but being the most handsome, charming and the funniest was just absolutely exhausting. Fred was the type to always brighten the mood. he was the vibe, but sometimes its difficult to always light the room and be that positive ray of sunshine all the time, for it did take effort but he'd give it his all. But when it came to you? it felt so effortless.

(1) on his knees

Fred Weasley has never gotten on his knees for anyone, he'd never belittle himself to begging and he would certainly never find himself in a position where he would have to bend down. and for a girl? pfft

but he did, oh he did, he did, he did.

he found himself on his knees tying you laces with so much adoration. and a thought went across his mind.

is being this in love even real?

(2) oh for a hello

mind you, you were minding your business and making your way to the next class when the hem of your skirt was pulled, spinning you to the proximity of Fred Weasley's handsome face. you were cornered to a wall with him leaning in as if he owned the world.

"hello"

(3) privellages

Fred was going of about god knows what and he was being quite annoying. he was upset about you doing some reckless things as if he did not partake in any such activities.

"Freddie". that had shut him up so well ah.

"can i call you that?" you pestered on, watching him immitate a fish. he turned himslef around and started smiling in hopes you wouldn't notice how flustered he's gotten. it was astounding how effortlesley happy you would make him and it drove him crazy.

"hmm"

imma marry this girl

(4) that not so little sensation

Weasley had somehow gotten into your dorm, and to be honest you didn't bother to wonder how. Beacause, when he had a will, he'd find a way, and if he could not find a way? he would pave with his own hands.

he springled and peppered your face with kisses and had his arm tightly around you as if you'd disapear if he let go.

what was that sensation he felt everytime he saw her smile and laugh? it was him being effortlesley in love

(5) die for you

it says you see what you have loved the most in your last, and he was happy it was them, cause its always been them. He felt all the stress, the anxiety and the worry leave him, it was just her, and who could be stressed after seeing that face. it was like a sponge absorbing anything and everything that made you worry.

it's been a long day, he'd tell her all about it when he saw her again

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tojisbbg · 1 year

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♥ 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥

❝there's nothing you could do or say, i can't escape the way i love you. i don't want to, but i love you❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

a/n: back at it again with the sad mikey shit :p

content: bonten arc!mikey x timeleaper!reader (y/n), angsty (lol as usual), hurt with comfort (yay!), mentions of suicide and suicidal talk, enemies to lovers (?), mikey just needs some love bruh, not edited as always.

...

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed in fury, drenched in blood that was mostly not yours. you walked inside the living room of the very expensive penthouse you resided in along with eight other men. you saw the silver haired male sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, unhinged from your loud outburst.

“you’re staining the carpet.” mikey brashly commented, watching the blood drip down your body and form puddles on the floor and getting on the carpet. this only made your blood boil even more, you were trying to have a serious conversation with him about how your whole team just got annihilated and he cares about the damn carpet??

“i called you at least fifty times to give me backup, there was a fucking bomb explosion you shit for brains! everyone is dead and i would’ve been dead too if i didn’t go out for my smoke break.” your voice trembled, tears welling in your eyes that threatened to spill in front of the emotionless man in front of you. the sight from earlier was horrific, screams from people you worked with being heard, blood and guts flying everywhere.

it was something you’d see in a horror film.

“tough luck for them. go take a shower and clean your mess up.” he ordered, gulping down the red wine in the glass in one go before heading towards the grand staircase.

“do you- are you not at least feel a little bit of remorse? they died because the people they counted on let them down. they’re dead for fuck's sake, manjiro!” you bellowed at his back, quickly wiping away the tears that accidentally slipped out. mikey turned around, giving you a bitter smirk as he inched closer to you, making you take a few steps back.

“should i go there? use my magic powers to bring them back to life? should i, y/n?” mikey sarcastically asked, mockingly batting his eyes.

“that’s not wh-”

“then what the fuck do you want me to do, huh?!” this time, he was the one screaming in your face, a vein popping in his neck. your eyes widened, throat becoming dry as this was the first time that he raised his voice at you.

both you and mikey disliked each other, never once getting along with each other. for starters, you hated him for how he disregarded izana’s death, treating your best friend’s name as some kind of taboo thing to be said around the house. not to mention that he stole izana’s whole look, making your hatred even worse towards him as you couldn’t help but mistaken mikey for izana at times.

you, too, died on the day izana was shot. however, it wasn’t on the scene, as kisaki and hanma took you down before you could even reach the place. next thing you know, you’re ten years into the future in some abandoned alleyway.

after figuring out your situation, you did some digging and research to find kakucho. you later did, as the wanted posters plastered all over the city gave it away. kakucho was ecstatic to see his old friend once again and begged mikey to have you join bonten. at first, the short little smurf strictly declined, not wanting to add in another member of tenjiku inside bonten.

to be fair, you didn’t wanna join bonten either. you were tired of living as delinquent and jumping from gang to gang. you wanted to live a simple life, in a small apartment, work a nine to five job and have a cat.

but things didn’t go as you planned.

“they had families too. parents, wives and kids. those people deserve to know what happened to their loved one because of you.” you tried to reason.

“i’ll have koko send out a message to their families.” mikey bluntly answered, making your jaw drop from how absurd he could get.

“a message? you think that the life of their loved one, who’s now gone, is worth just a message?” you questioned, shocked and refusing to believe that what your ears were hearing was a lie.

“look, i don’t have time for this shit. if you wanna have a sappy little group therapy session or something for them, then do it on your own time as you please. i’m leaving.” mikey harshly spoke, his voice laced with agitation.

“what if it was sanzu? ran, rindou, koko or even kakucho. what if i was in there, mikey?” you spoke, but your words came out as a whisper, yet it rang loud in mikey’s ear.

“as i said, tough luck.” he spat out before turning his heels, walking away to his room.

“you fucking piece of shit! yeah, go crawl into your little hell-hole like you always do.” you bitterly said, yet none of the words faltered him as he continued to take the steps upstairs.

“y/n?” you heard the familiar worried voice behind you, turning around to be met with the scarred man who had the haitani brothers trailing behind him. you broke down into tears, stepping a little back to make sure that he doesn’t touch you and get blood all over him.

“what’s wrong, are you hurt? you’re covered in blood! let me see, y/n.” kakucho sternly said, walking closer to you.

“no, your clothes will get ruined.” you sniffled, making him scoff as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his body comforting your conflicting feelings.

“it’s okay, y/n. everything will be okay.” gentle fingers stroked your back soothingly, as you drenched kakucho’s suit with blood and tears.

“they’re all dead! it’s all because of me and that stupid little shit. i couldn’t save them, kaku.” you choked on your tears, shoving your face deeper into his chest. kakucho let out a heavy sigh, hugging you tightly.

“you did everything that you could, y/n. you know it, i know it, the whole world knows that. stop blaming yourself.” he calmly responded, but you shook your head in denial.

“no, if mikey sent backup, they would’ve been alive now.” your hand clutched onto his button-up, feeling your knees growing weak.

“you know we can’t go over the boss’ orders, y/n.” kakucho gave you a sad smile as you peered above, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears.

“i hate mikey.”

“come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

---

it’s been about a week since the incident, kakucho ordered you to take a small break to recover and get your mental state back in check. over the course of week, the executives were pretty busy and were rarely seen at home, sometimes too tired to even make it back home and they ended up sleeping at headquarters.

strangely enough, after that whole argument you had with mikey, you haven’t crossed paths with him this entire week. to which you didn’t complain, it’s not like you wanted to see him either.

“you guys heading out early again?” you chewed on one of the waffles kakucho prepared for everyone, hearing him hum in response.

“yup, the haitani’s haven’t been home for like a week and i don’t think they could come back until next week. koko’s been buried under paperwork too, but i forced him to go sleep at home last night. he should be heading out an hour or so after me though.” kakucho explained, making you groan in annoyance.

“that means it’s me and this huge empty house once again. it’s so boring!” you whined, making him chuckle as he squished your cheeks.

“you got mikey.” he answered, which wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like you both liked each other.

“are you kidding? him being home and not is the same thing. hey, how about i come to work and help you guys out. you know, so that we all can finish early and come home sooner and be happy! teamwork makes the dreamwork you know.” you gave kakucho the best puppy eyes you had, only to be flicked on the forehead as you winced in pain.

“nice try, but no. stay home and rest up, also, check up on mikey. i know you don’t like him, but he’s going through a lot right now. you know that today’s izana’s death anniversary, right?” kakucho softly spoke, making you quiet down as you nodded.

“of course i know, i’ve been trying to forget it though. it still makes me sad, you know?” you let out a heavy sigh.

“mikey’s younger sister, emma, died on the same day as izana. his older brother’s death anniversary was last week as well. mikey needs someone, y/n. we tried to warm him up, but every year, he pushes us away. it’s your turn.” kakucho gave your a small smile, watching you in concern at the same time as you tried to process this new information he just spewed out at you.

“how is he still alive? after losing so many people like that, i would’ve killed myself. i mean, in all honesty, i was in a really dark place after izana died. i don’t think i’d even be here without you, kaku.” you said, an overwhelming feeling of sadness coming over you from hearing that about mikey.

no wonder why he’s so cold, sad, mad and lonely all the time. he’s still coping, even after all these years.

“he’s going through that now, so be his kakucho. i’m running late, so i’ll head out soon. i’ll message you later.” he ruffled your hair before untying his apron and heading up to his room.

soon after kakucho left, you decided to hang around the living room area and watch some tv. koko woke up soon and ate brunch, to which you accompanied him as you both gossiped together, giggling like a bunch of sassy teenagers. you bid the long silver haired male goodbye, locking the door behind you as you glanced at your phone.

it was almost three in the afternoon and there was pretty much no leftover that were left in the fridge. you decided to make lunch since there was still you and mikey in the house, you assumed that the others would just be eating out or getting takeout.

you cooked a quick meal of rice and curry, plating a dish for yourself as you sat down and ate alone. the silence inside the house was deafening, and you couldn’t help but reminisce the moment you spent in tenjiku. it was always a loud house, full of pranks which you devised with the haitani and your poor victims would always be kakucho and shion.

sometimes it would be izana, but that was only for you though.

you held a special place in izana’s heart, no one understood him better than you. you didn’t mind serving him and you were ready to go to the very end for him, but now he’s gone. which is why it almost felt as if you no longer had a purpose to live or keep on going.

you washed your plate after clearing it up in no time, deciding that you should bring up some food for mikey. you were growing a little worried on if he was even alive or not. he never stepped out of his room unless he needed to go to the bathroom or occasionally came down to eat when no one was there.

you knocked on his door a couple of times, but there was no answer. you scoffed, getting annoyed as the hot plate from the steaming food burned your hand.

“i’m coming in, asshole.” you said loudly, twisting the door nob, only to be met with darkness. you’ve never been inside of mikey’s room before, the familiar scent of his soft vanilla fragrance meeting your senses.

“jesus, are you a vampire or something?” you joked, switching the lights on, your eyes examining how his room was neat and tidy. you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the window as his back was towards you.

“mikey?” you called out, yet he never responded. you furrowed your eyebrows, setting the plate of food down on the dressing table. you walked to him, tapping his shoulder yet he didn’t budge.

“mi-”

his head turned around and you almost let out a scream from horror. mikey’s face was as pale as a ghost, lips chapped as his eyes were red and puffy, streaks of dried tears on his cheeks as dark eyebags formed under his eyes. you saw pictures in his hands and you recognized that one of them was izana’s while the other photo contained a tall man with black hair and a blonde little girl.

“get out.” mikey lowly whispered, eyes full nothing but despair.

“mikey, you’re not okay. just talk to me, i’ll listen, i promise.” you begged him, your heart shattering to pieces as you’ve never seen him in such a terrible condition before.

“please, get out, y/n.” your name rolling off his tongue sent chills over your body, you wanted to break down in tears in front of him. respecting his request, you quietly left, shutting his door.

you went to your room, silent tears streaming down your face as the image of mikey’s condition was engraved inside your mind. you felt sick, like the lunch you ate an hour ago was about to come back up your throat.

you decided to take a short nap, hoping that perhaps it would clear your mind.

---

a loud strike of thunder startled you, making your eyes shoot open as you breathed heavily. your room was lighted by the dim light coming from your lamp. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was only five in the afternoon.

you got off your bed, slipping on your slippers as you let out a yawn. feeling thirsty, you headed towards the kitchen. as you walked past mikey’s room, you noticed that the door was slightly opened and there was a cold breeze coming through, sending shivers down your spine.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, clearly remembering that you closed the door of his room before you left. you walked towards his door, eyes peaking inside and you saw the man nowhere inside his room.

inviting yourself into his room, you walked inside and noticed that the sliding glass doors to his balcony was opened. you walked closer and you saw him sitting dangerously on the rails, making your heartbeat increase.

“mikey!” you yelled as you rushed inside, watching the man turn his head to look at you, dull eyes piercing your soul before giving you a small sad smile. he pushed himself off, making your eyes go wide.

“NO!” you screamed in panic, quickly leaning over the edge and grabbing his hand. mikey gasped, now hanging in the air from the tall penthouse nearly twenty stories high.

“why are you doing this, mikey?! have you gone insane??” you grunted, trying to keep your grip on him as tight as possible as your hands became slippery from the rain.

“just let me die, already. i want to have some peace for once in my life, not go through anyone’s death or cause it, i want to be free. please, let me go, y/n.” mikey begged, his face drenched with water, the wind blowing against his hair.

“i won’t let you go, mikey. i need you to be here! i want to see that stupid little face of yours everyday i wake up for my morning coffee, or when you hog the tv remote. i’ll save you, no matter what! i’ll keep coming back to you in any shape or form to save you.” you cried, your tears falling on his face as you saw his own eyes swelling.

“save me, y/n.” he croaked, tears pooling in his eyes before falling down his face. suddenly, you felt your hands loosing grip, making you yelp.

“mikey!” you bellowed, watching him slip and falling.

---

“NO!” you rose from your bed, heart beating erratically as you felt like you just ran a marathon. cold sweat drizzled down the sides of your head, the familiar sound of thunder making your heart drop.

you scrambled out of your bed, running towards mikey’s room, ditching the idea of knocking as you barged inside. you were relieved to his windows closed and the balcony door shut, as the man was tucked away in his bed, fast asleep.

you softly closed the door, letting out a breath of relief. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. you tried to piece together exactly what the fuck you just dreamed of.

you heard shuffling sounds coming from downstairs, peaking from the stairs to see kakucho sweeping the floor. your lips curled upwards, heading down as quietly as possible, wanting to surprise the zoned out man.

“boo!” you giggled, closing your palms on his eyes, startling him.

“you little shit.” kakucho breathed out, chuckling afterwards as he pinched your cheek.

“thought you weren’t gonna be home anytime soon.” you cocked an eyebrow, sitting on the sofa while watching him settle the broom down before taking the empty spot next you.

“yeah, well, i had a bad feeling for some reason and decided to come home.” he shrugged, and for some reason your throat felt dry.

could this all be a sign that something terrible was initially supposed to happen today? everything seemed off.

“it’s so strange. i actually woke up from a bad dream just now.” you let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and sinking in the sofa.

“what did you see?” kakucho asked, intrigued to hear about your dream.

“i saw mikey trying to kill himself by jumping off from his balcony. i swear, it felt so real.” you said, voice wavering in fear and anxiety as the scenes kept replaying in your mind. kakucho gave you a concerned look, taking a hold of your hand.

“did you check up on him after waking up? is he still alive?” he asked in panic, and you quickly assured him that mikey was fine, to which he finally relaxed.

“i can’t tell if what i saw was a vision or not. i’m so scared, kaku. what if-” you paused, trying to recollect your thoughts.

“what if something like that actually happens and i couldn’t have prevented it even after knowing.” your eyes glossed with tears, making kakucho’s heart swell with ache.

“nothing like that will happen, y/n. we’ll make sure mikey is okay.” the scarred man assured you, pulling you into his embrace as he stroked your hair.

“did you go to see izana?” he asked.

“yeah, i gave him his annualy nagging for dying before me. that stupid jerk.” you mumbled, making kakucho chortle.

“still mad at him, huh?” kakucho smiled, seeing your eyes glimmer.

“yeah, i miss him.” you said with a sad smile, feeling kakucho’s breath hitch.

“yeah, me too.” he replied.

---

the next few days the house was embraced with a familiar silence, the executives on a very important mission to europe came up. this left you and mikey alone once again. you were getting bored of watching the same old shows and movies.

you decided that you had enough of this cycle of hate and awkwardness, storming upstairs as you barged inside of mikey’s room. you found the man busy on his laptop as he casually laid on his bed, not even bothering to look at the door.

“don’t you know how to knock.” mikey snickered, eyes still not shifting from his screen.

“get up.” you demanded, standing at his door with your arms crossed over your chest.

“and who are you to order me around? as far as i remember, i am your boss.” he gave you a small smirk, getting under your skin.

“yeah, well it would’ve mattered to me if i actually gave a shit. so, stop being a stubborn asshole.” you scoffed, walking to his bed before harshly grabbing his hand, dragging him off his spot.

mikey yelped, quickly sliding his laptop off of his lap as he was forced to stand up. you dragged him downstairs as he looked at you with utter confusion.

“where the hell are you taking me? let me go, y/n.” mikey protested, trying to loosen himself from your grip, but you tightened your hold on his hand instead.

“somewhere that’s outside of your room and this house. you and i both need some air.” you shortly answered, shoving him out the main door as you locked it behind you. you saw him watch you with an unamused facial expression, not moving from his spot.

“what? you want me to carry you outside too?” you taunted, making him roll his eyes.

“you’re seriously annoying.” he grumbled, turning around as he walked towards the elevator.

you remembered that sanzu told you a couple of days ago how there would be a carnival that would be held near the beach today. you decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to lighten mikey’s mind and hopefully bring you both closer.

maybe not as friends, but hopefully mutuals.

the walk there was quiet, but it was short. the colorful lights beamed, screams of people of all ages being heard from all corners.

it delighted your to know that finally you were able to hear screams of joy and not of pain or agony.

“it’s so loud.” mikey mumbled under his breath, following you as you both walked through the entrance. you saw the little kids riding the merry-go-round, seeing their smiles and laughs lifted your soul.

maybe there is some good in this world.

“don’t you wish you could be a kid again?” you sighed, sitting next to mikey on the bench he was resting on.

“not really.” he answered, eyes strictly focused on his hands.

“mikey, look in front of you.” you said, but he didn’t budge. you scoffed, grabbing his face and forced him to look.

“don’t you see? there’s more to life than just being coped up in grief, sadness and loneliness. look at those teenagers on that rollercoaster, they look so happy and free. yet, there hearts might hold some tragedy.” you explained, giving him a small smile as his mouth fell agape.

“i don’t understand.” mikey spoke, yet his words came out like a low whisper.

“that girl with the blue hair might’ve lost her mom earlier this year, that boy might be recovering from childhood trauma from a neglectful family, and that other girl might be dealing with a family divorce. we’ll never know because even they are trying to move past those things. life is too short, we don’t know who’ll die next or not.” you placed your hand on his, feeling him flinch a little under your touch, his gaze shifting to your face.

his hands felt cold and clammy, slightly shaking. mikey couldn’t register this feeling in his chest, it felt like he was being suffocated.

“you think i don’t want to? i just can’t stop, it’s like my mind doesn’t have a pause or delete button.” he admitted, not wanting you to let go of his hand.

“then let me help you.” you gave him a mischievous grin, making his brows furrow.

“huh?” he asked in confusion, before letting out a yelp as you pulled him out of his seat. you both ran towards the big rollercoaster that you saw the group of teens riding on earlier.

“hope you’re not scared of heights, sano.” you teased, making him scoff.

“of course i’m not, i kill people for a living you know? a little height doesn’t scare me.” mikey defended, making you giggle as he sounded like a little kid trying to prove himself otherwise.

“whatever you say so mr. tough guy.” you mocked, trying to egg him further. the workers there led you and mikey to a cart for two, strapping you both tightly in.

“alright everyone! th-”

“excuse me, could you just check our straps again? this feels a little too loose.” mikey interrupted, as someone walked forwards and tugged on the straps.

“sir, you both are all set to go.” the lady smiled, making mikey give her a nervous one back.

“you could always hold my hand if you’re scared, you know.” you whispered to him with the ulterior move of mocking him.

“shut up, i’m just making sure that we both don’t have our dead bodies delivered to the penthouse by the end of the night.” mikey quickly said, looking away from your eyes as he glared at the employee for making him look stupid.

“alright everyone, the ride will start in five seconds! hold tight and enjoy the ride!!” the employee announced, making everyone squeal with excitement.

the rollercoaster began to climb higher and higher, until the people below you looked like tiny dolls walking around. your heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you approached the peak.

“fuck, i didn’t realize it was this high.” you heard mikey breath out, turning your head to see him with his eyes screwed shut. you grabbed his hand, holding him tightly as he opened his eyes, looking at you.

“i got you, sano.” you smiled, before the ride dropped with an incredible decceleration. both you and mikey screamed, watching the white haired male’s screams eventually turn into laughs.

his smile was precious, so beautiful if you would add. you saw how his hair flew in every direction as the ride threw you both in loops and turns. yet, he never stopped smiling, his fingers interlocked with yours.

“holy shit, that was insane.” mikey’s eyes glimmered, full of light as he carded his hands through his messy hair.

“i know right, can’t believe the invincible mikey is afraid of rollercoasters.” you joked, making him throw a glare at you.

“tell anyone and i’ll kill you.” he lazily threatened, before his eyes landed on the bumper cars.

“let’s go on that!” mikey outbursted, grabbing a hold of you as he dragged you to the bumper cars.

mikey and you sat in different cars, and because he’s a little shit, he chased you to bump into you. the whole time if was you screaming in panic as he got close to you, followed by fits of giggled from both of you as soon as you would collide.

“see, i’m such a pro.” he sassily commented, making you roll your eyes.

“i want funnel cake.” you pointed at the stand that sold the sugary treat, making mikey tilt his head in confusion.

“the hell is that?” he questioned, making you gasp.

“you never had funnel cake?!” you said in disbelief, and to your horror, he shook his head.

you and both rushed over to the stand, ordering one as you thanked the man. you took a piece and placed it in your mouth, humming in bliss as the taste of powder sugar and deep fried batter welcomed your taste buds.

“open.” you held a piece in front of his mouth, to which he accepted your offer, taken aback from the taste.

“that’s pretty good.” mikey said, taking a few more.

you both continued to navigate your way through the carnival as time passed, the sun beginning to set. mikey played a few of their games, winning a huge ass bear as you jumped in excitement.

“your girlfriend must be very happy.” the worker chortled as he handed mikey the big stuffed animal.

“oh, we’re n-”

“here.” mikey cut you off, placing the stuffed bear in your arms before stealing the plate of funnel cake, walking ahead. the worker looked at you with a smile to which you reciprocated one.

“it’s getting pretty late, we should head back.” mikey cleared his throat, averting his gaze from yours.

“let’s ride the ferris wheel before we go, it’s on the way to the exit.” you suggested and he hummed in agreement.

you both reached the ride, giving your last ticket to the employee before the door to a cart was opened. you sat down with the stuffed bear in your lap as mikey took the seat in front of you.

“enjoy the ride! our fireworks will begin shortly.” the worker said before starting the wheel.

“it’s my first time in years coming to the carnival.” you said with dreamy eyes as you peered out, seeing that you both were slowly going up.

“yeah.” he bluntly replied, not being able to take his eyes off of you. mikey never realized how beautiful you were, how your eyes would sparkle with adoration for those whom you cared about yet it held so much depth.

“you still mad at me?” mikey asked, making you look at him with a questioning look.

“for?” you asked.

“you know, the other day where the mission got fucked over.” mikey said with a soft tone.

“yeah, i was really mad. i wanted to punch you in the face so bad, but, i got over it.” you assured him, giving him a warm smile.

“i said a lot of stupid shit and was a real big asshole. i’m sorry for that.” he apologized, his voice sincere and warm.

“it’s okay, it’s in the past now.” you said, playing with the fur on the bear. you saw him sigh in relief, becoming more relaxed from your answer.

“that week was just hard to get through. it felt like it would’ve never ended.” mikey spoke, gazing out the window as he watched the people outside.

“i know, mikey. which is why i need you to know that you’re not alone. you could always talk to me, i’ll be your person.” his eyes softened from your words, throat burning as his eyes began to sting.

“i watched every one of them die in front of me, and i couldn’t do anything. this wasn’t supposed to be the life i planned to live. shinichiro was supposed to have his bike store established, emma getting married to ken-chin, and izana-” mikey choked out, your breath hitching as the name of your dead best friend rolled off his tongue.

“i’m sorry.” mikey quickly blurted out, watching your eyes become glossy.

“i know how it feels to feel hopeless, lonely and consumed. that’s how i ended up in bonten. after losing my parents, i needed a purpose to live, to which izana gave me in tenjiku. after he died, it felt as if my life no longer mattered. he was my best friend, my person.” tears streamed down your face, as mikey’s fingers gently wiped them away.

“but, i know he wouldn’t want to see me like this. you have to live for those whom you’ve lost. your sibling wouldn’t want to see you lead a miserable path. i found my purpose and you need to as well.” you took his face in the palms of your hands, stroking his cheek as you looked at him adoringly.

“my purpose is you and my loyalty to bonten. this is the life i want to live in, hearing you nag at me all the time. i want to wake up every morning to the smell of kakucho’s breakfast, go on batshit crazy trips with the haitani’s and haru, get spoiled by koko and the list goes on forever.” you honestly spoke, watching how his eyes softened, never realizing how much the guys meant to you.

“but how? tomorrow isn’t promised to us, how could you live a life in constant fear?” mikey asked with a shaky breath, making you sigh.

“you’re right, but you have to realize that fear will shadow you in everything that you’d ever do. this ferris wheel could suddenly break and kill everyone on it, including us. you just have to take the risk.” you reasoned, making him hum in agreement.

“i guess.” mikey mumbled, giving you a smile that warmed your heart.

“i’ll help you find your purpose, let me be your person, mikey.” suddenly, the fireworks went off, and the tension within the cart felt like a magnetic field. you didn’t realize when your face was a few inches away from mikey’s.

you could feel his breath close to your face, eyes falling on his lips as you couldn’t hold back anymore. you placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him into you as you felt his soft lips on yours.

the taste of the sweet funnel cake resided on his lips, making you deepen the kiss. mikey’s hands found home on your waist, indulging in your touch that fogged up his senses.

your whole body felt feverish as mikey’s hot touch sent your body on fire. the white haired male’s face was warm and red, your lips never stopping any movement as you both continued to kiss desperately.

you both pulled away, breathless as the fireworks show continued.

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the next few weeks following that little date you and mikey had, you both hadn’t spoken a word to each other. every interaction with him was painfully awkward as you would often bump into him which would result in a very silent two second eye contact before you both scurried off.

yet, you both still showed affection to each other through silent actions that didn’t require complete confrontation.

you would cook meals often since the other guys were rarely home, once again leaving you and mikey together alone. you would make sure to plate food for mikey and place it in the fridge so that he’d warm it up later and eat it.

in return, mikey would place a new dessert in the fridge for you to try from his favorite bakery that he went to every day for his daily taiyaki.

today for some odd reason, mikey hadn’t touched his breakfast or lunch as the food remained untouched in the fridge. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, going up to his room as you knocked a few times.

“mikey? i’m coming in.” you alerted him beforehand, opening the door, only to step into an empty room. you snooped around for a little, trying to see if he left a note or anything but nothing was found.

as if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

mikey: thank you for everything, y/n. please take care of bonten for me.

your eyes kept reading the words over and over again because it seemed as if they were dancing around. you mind couldn’t process what you read, panic rising inside you.

you called him about twenty times, yet it would go to his voicemail. you cursed under your breath, feeling helpless. even if you were to call one of your friends, it wouldn’t be any help because they were scattered in different cities around japan right now.

you tried to think of places that he might be in, but your mind was blank.

well, there was one place but the chances of him being there was very slim. yet, you silently prayed to whatever god there was up there that mikey would be there.

you arrived by the amusement park, shivering as the bipolar weather promised that it would snow soon. you walked further in as you were now on the boardwalk right above the beach. you went down the wooden stairs, stepping onto the soft sand.

you looked at all directions to find mikey, yet your efforts were fruitless.

it was too late.

tears welled in your eyes, your heart clenching in pain as you felt your whole work come crashing down. the beach was empty, it was only you who was there.

suddenly, through your blurry vision, you made out a figure with silver hair walking towards the waves in the distance. without any hesitation, you picked up your feet and bolted.

it had to be him, it just had to.

you nearly tripped, but as of right now, you didn’t care about anything.

you quickly wrapped your arms around him, stopping him from walking further in to be consumed by the waves.

“please, don’t do it, mikey. please, i beg you, i’m here now.” you sobbed on his back, feeling him becoming stiff.

“y/n?” mikey gasped, not believing that it was actually you.

“i won’t let you die, mikey. you can’t leave me!” you cried, feeling him turn around to face you.

“how did you find me?” he asked, still in shock at how accurately you knew him.

“my heart led me here.” you answered, looking up at him with glossy eyes. his face was pale, lips slightly chapped, cheeks rosy from the cold.

“y/n..” mikey whispered, stroking your wet cheek as you cried harder. he bit his tongue, trying to prevent himself from crumbling at the sight of your tears.

“no, please, just don’t say anything.” you placed a finger on his lips, hushing him as you silently sobbed, your heart aching.

“i tried, y/n. i tried so hard to not fall apart, but i can’t. i think i’m beyond saving at this point.” his voice cracked, making you shake your head in denial.

“i’ll pick up your pieces and put you together. i’ll save you, mikey.” you promised, holding him close to your chest, afraid of loosening your grip on him in fear of losing him.

“how do i stop letting this guilt eat me alive? i killed my siblings, i run a criminal organization and all of this is just proof that i have no purpose in life to continue.” mikey responded nonchalantly, voice dry as ever and sharp, lacking taste.

“you need to forgive yourself, though your siblings’ death wasn’t you fault. let me be your purpose, mikey.” you looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching a tint of pink dust over his cheeks even more aggressively than the cold.

“huh?” he blinked in confusion and you offered him a shy smile.

“wake up every morning for me, live your life to the fullest for your siblings, and work on becoming the best version of yourself. you still have many, many, and so many years ahead of you in life. you can’t give up now, i won’t let you. i need you to spend those years with me.” you spoke with glimmering eyes, the sunset kissing your face as you looked at the man in front of you.

“you..” mikey breathed out, not being able to find the right words to form a sentence. without thinking twice, he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

you smiled against his lips, having your answer.

“even if i fall apart in this darkness, i want you in my arms forever. i love you, y/n.” mikey peppered small kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“i love you too, ‘jiro.” you responded, leaning in his touch.

you knew that you couldn’t escape from the way you loved him.

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pastel-pillows · 1 year

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Pitter Patter

Pure fluff of your life with Steve, soft mornings and the realization that your daughter is growing up.

Consider this an apology for the angsty fics I’ve been posting.

It’s 4 am so partially edited.

Steve wouldn’t have called himself a morning person, the letters ‘oze’ from snooze worn away while the rest of the clock sat in pristine condition. He’d sooner trade a hot breakfast and time to wake up for another fifteen minutes buried in the plush of his covers, face shoved into the crook of your neck and arms tight around you. The fog of sleep and warmth trapped under the blankets a siren's call he never could resist.

The day you told Steve you were pregnant things began to change, he was eager of course, buying every parenting book he could find and telling every person he could corner for more than two minutes that he was going to be a dad, the customers just trying to get a movie giving a awkward ‘Congratulations’ in response. Steve even had the house baby proofed before you’d passed your first trimester, lower shelves cleared and outlets covered, he’d gone as far as getting baby gates set up too, though he took those done when both Dustin and Robin had fallen after their foot had been caught trying to go over them after being unable to figure out how to open them.

Reality didn’t really hit until you started showing.

Just before you hit the five month mark Steve found himself rising just as the sun did, his body waking him just before the alarm so he could turn it off and enjoy the golden light of the morning washing over you, the bump of your stomach just barely sticking out from beneath the shirt of his you’d stolen to use as pajamas. Even with his mind still groggy and his limbs heavy Steve stayed awake, scooting as close as he could without waking you to placing a large hand over your belly. He knew he couldn’t feel anything, but he liked to think they could feel him, feel his hand against the curve of your stomach, feel the fingers that traced along the stretch marks decorating you with reverence, feel the lips that kissed them every morning with the promise to love them forever.

When the baby kicked for the first time on one of those early mornings while you slept, he knew that they did, returning his greeting in the only way they could, with a small kick against the palm that rested on you. He brushed his thumb along the spot he’d felt the barely there movement, tears pricking at his lash line when he murmured a soft “Hi.”

He stayed longer than he should have that morning, talking to the baby about how excited he was to meet them and how amazing their mother was, telling them all about the aunts and uncles they had and how loved they already were. He would’ve stayed there longer if he’d had his way but the shrill ring of the house phone reminded him that he was supposed to have been by Dustin’s to take him to the arcade twenty minutes ago.

Steve knew you were doing all the real work, so he filled the gaps where he could, getting up in the morning to make you breakfast, cleaning and doing laundry, insisting you should rest, worried that any little thing could affect you. What if you were growing something important right now? He couldn’t possibly let you waste your energy on something like dusting. Whether you needed help or not Steve was there, proud of every little thing you did and completely enamored. You were already the best thing that could have happened to him, and every following day felt like pure luck.

The habit of waking early never went away, four am baby cries always answered by Steve before you’d even had the chance to stir, you’d protest of course, Steve had a full time job and needed the rest more than you, but he’d always counter with how it gave him a chance to bond with her, something he didn’t get a lot of with his schedule. Which was partially true, he mostly wanted you to be able to sleep through the night knowing you’d be on your own through the day, it was also because it brought him an unmatched joy when he’d pace the nursery with his daughter,seeing her sleepy face trained on the blurry features of his own, her small hands feeling along his cheek and nose with no real intent outside of a tactile comfort. It made the long days at work a little easier when he got to start it by watching Lucy down a bottle until her belly was full and her eyes were fluttering shut, trying to fight sleep and always failing.

Sooner than you’d realized early morning baby cries faded as your daughter got older, her sleep schedule evening out as she learned to sleep through the night, and outside of nightmares or the occasional call for someone to go with her to the bathroom, the first time you’d hear her for the day was when she’d call your names to get her out of her crib, usually coming around seven each morning. Steve still woke around 6:30, watching the sun come up and filter through the yellow curtains loving the way it wrapped you in an ethereal light, the world bringing a glow he saw in you every day and providing a chance for those lucky enough to be around to see you in the light he did. The short time used to appreciate that this was the life he got to wake up to now.

Steve used to hate the silence, just as he hated mornings, the quiet loud enough to deafen him with how stifling it was, the emptiness of the nearly barren house chilling regardless of the blistering midwest summers. Now, he found he didn’t mind it so much, the soft puffs of your breath mixing with the staticky ones of your daughter over the baby monitor. The silence was different now, cozy, warm and safe, and he’d had the realization a year or so ago that the feeling of contentment and love that settled like a thick blanket over his home had taken the quiet and turned it from the cold and near clinical environment he’d grown up with and wrapped it in the compassion and empathy he’d always lacked. His daughter was going to get everything he’d dreamed of and more. The thought made him truly happy.

When seven o’clock hit and Lucy hadn’t called for either of you Steve took the opportunity that’d presented itself and woke you up for some rare time alone,placing a single kiss to your temple, then to the apple of your cheek and a final one to just below your ear. “Babe, it's time to get up, it's a quarter past seven.” Even with the time he’d been up his voice was husky, the sleep and disuse adding extra gravel to his words.

Your waking groan was accompanied by a few pops from your stretch, far from graceful but so satisfying, the haze of a dream you couldn’t quite place still danced behind your eyelids after you’d opened them, disappearing completely when you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, allowing it fade to nothing like an etch a sketch once you’d shaken it. “Did Lucy wake you up? I didn’t hear her calling.” You snuggled back into the warm spot you’d been lying in, just barely awake and waiting for tiny hands that would slap at your leg telling you she was hungry or that daddy had said breakfast was ready.

“She hasn’t woken up yet.” Steve hooked an arm around you to slide you closer to him, stopping once you were flush with his chest, your whines of wanting to sleep more muffled against his bare skin from him putting a hand on the back of your head and pressing your face to him. “I wanted some time alone with you before she wakes up.” He pressed a few kisses into your hair but kept it at that, just wanting to have you close enough he could feel the beat of your heart against his own, to enjoy the way your arm tossed over his side, laughing softly while you wiggle your fingers underneath him to get a better hold.

You stayed like that for a good chunk of time, soaking in each others presence and exchanging small kisses until the ambient silence was broken by the noise of a softly creaking door, both of you perking up thinking Robin had let herself in to pester you about hosting movie night before she headed off to Nancy’s. When no one barged in Steve got ready to get up and check to see if maybe one of the kids had stopped by, but froze when the sound of tiny footsteps slapping against the hardwood floors of the home made a beeline towards your room, little pitter patters of unsure feet racing towards your cracked door.

“Still sleep?” Lucy’s sweet little voice reached you before she did, her face shoved between the door and its frame to peek and see if you two were up, her chubby features lighting up when she saw both sets of eyes on her. She pushed her way into the room, nightgown wrinkled and stuffed bear in her arms, to make her way to her dad’s side of the bed knowing she wouldn’t even have to ask, he’d just scoop her up and squeeze her between the two of you.

“Baby, did you get out of bed by yourself?” You did your best to smooth her hair down but settled for pushing it from her face and showering her chubby cheeks with kisses.

“I got out.” She was proud of herself, and her expectant gaze on you meant she was waiting for you to be proud of her too, used to praise from everyone around her as the first baby born in the group.

“How’d you get out Baby, did you climb?” Lucy nodded and repeated that she got out on her own. Steve felt worry start to boil in him that she may have been hurt if she fell, it was quickly stomped out, however, when she began asking for waffles saying she was hungry and hadn’t eaten since last night. Steve acting shocked that she’d been deprived of food for a whole night, saying they’d have to fix that before she withered away.

“Stevie, if she can climb out of the crib now,maybe it's time we get her a toddler bed. A nice pink one, would you like that Lucy?” Something about hearing you mention changing her crib made Steve emotional, his daughter was growing and healthy, learning to be self sufficient, and he wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that she wouldn’t need him for everything soon or the fact that this was exactly what he’d always dreamed of that was making his heart swell. He’d known from the moment he met you that you’d be the one he married, he just hadn’t known if he’d have the chance to survive to make it to that point, to this point. Steve was always grateful for the life he’d made with you,but there was just something particularly touching about seeing it flourish and change in a positive and loving way.

Steve must’ve been taking too long with his sentiments and Lucy got impatient squirming out from between the two of you and sliding down the side of your bed, telling you it was time to eat before racing off to the kitchen, the little pitter patters of her feet feeling different knowing he hadn’t been the one to help her out of your bed or her own.

Steve tags: @superblysubpar

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #Steve

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profilerhotch · 2 months

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For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

This is the non edited version of what I wanted to post, I might come back and re-edit it at a later date but I wanted to get something up.

It’s kinda cutesy and angsty, it was intentionally written to not include any descriptors of the other person involved so imagine whoever you want.

Word count- 1k

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2. [PROMPT] The One That Got Away

Aaron’s FBI desk had 4 photo frames on it, 1 of jack, 1 of Haley, 1 of the team and another that he never explained or spoke about. Two people smiling, their arms around each other completely unaware their photo was being taken, so wrapped up in the other. It was clearly from when Aaron was in college, the oversized George Washington Law sweater his partner wore helped pinpoint that.

It became a bet within the team as to who would get the story for the mystery photo quickest. There were rules, the answer had to come from Hotch himself, Penelope wasn’t to hack or search any databases, and the story had to be given voluntarily- no locking him in an interrogation room until he talks.

Months went by with nothing, Aaron would ignore any and all questions about the photo obviously changing the topic or leaving the room.

It started as a standard Tuesday morning with JJ presenting the case they were being called out to, families being murdered with one sole survivor who had been bound and forced to witness only to be killed 3 days later.

Hotch didn’t flinch at graphic crime scene details or photos anymore so when he dropped the file and gasped, it gained attention. Realising what had happened he apologised and ordered the team to the jet. The most recent family was yours and he had less than 3 days to save your life.

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You met in college, the only two people even slightly awake in your 9am lecture. Over the weeks you continued sitting next to each other, studying late in the library, and grabbing coffee before class. It was like you had known each other forever. When you went home for Spring Break you invited Aaron back with you, knowing that since he had split with Haley he wasn’t really looking forward to being home.

It was wonderful, you showed him all your favourite spots and pointed out the places you had told him about in stories from your childhood. He got on well with your family, particularly loved by your younger cousins who insisted he come back every break. So he did, you’d spend all semester practically living together, barely surviving the stress of Law School and then when a break rolled round you would pack up his car and make the journey back to your parents house.

This all changed going into your final semester, you had decided to live together off campus that year renting a little 2 bed apartment, you were well aware all your classmates and family thought you were together and this did nothing to disprove them. But you weren’t, had you thought about it? absolutely, but Aaron was still torn up about Haley and told you he needed time to move on from her.

You had a different course load now and today was one of the days you had class and Aaron didn’t, usually that meant you would arrive home to Aaron making you lunch in the kitchen before you embarked on that day's study session. Today though, you hadn’t heard from him since you left 3 hours ago. You were not expecting someone to be sitting in your living room when you got home, and you definitely weren’t expecting that person to be Haley Brooks.

From that day on things changed, Aaron had told you he wasn’t giving Hayley another chance and yet here she was, at every study session, every coffee date, practically living in your apartment. The only time you were alone with Aaron was if you shared a class and even then she’d text him constantly. You could see what was going to happen before it did, you have walked in on them making out enough times now to realise he had changed his mind.

You were happy for him, he had always loved her, but you thought you had been at least close enough friends that he would have told you she was back in his life.

You pulled away, slowly at first hoping he wouldn’t notice, until eventually you stayed after class in the library and only came home to eat and sleep. You were like strangers and he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

The day of your graduation you set the gift you had brought him outside his door, before heading off to meet your family. It was a photo frame of the two of you and a leather briefcase monogrammed with his initials, you debated keeping the photo back but after today you knew in your gut you wouldn’t hear from him again.

You didn’t, not a thankyou nor a congratulations. 23 years went by and the only contact you had was a wedding invitation in the mail a year in.

———

Grabbing his bag from his office, he looked at your photograph on his desk. It had been 23 years since he had last spoken to you, the person who at one point in time had been his world and now you had lost everything and were in danger.

He refused to talk about his reaction to the case files and instead forced the team into building a profile, and assigning their jobs. The team knew something was up but Hotch was good at building walls and his had never been so solid.

At the precinct he had tasked himself and Rossi with interviewing you, while the others set up and visited crime scenes. Rossi led the way into the interview room, noticing Hotch’s hesitation. Your head snapped up and you promptly broke down, seeing Aaron for the first time every memory flooded back.

‘They’re all gone Aaron, every one of them’

He came and sat next to you and without a thought pulled you into his arms, not caring about the reaction of his colleague as tears filled his eyes.

He had left 20 years ago at Haley's request he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you alone now. If you would let him he would be there.

Dave might not have the story yet, but you were the mystery person from the photograph now sobbing into his friend's chest.

#marchhotchness #my writing #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you

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zealouswerewolfcollector · 3 months

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My 2023 Fic List

I posted 78,856 words this year! It might not seem much, but it's a record for me. So here's the list of my 2023 works sorted by date.

Four Ficlets

Written for the SWG server's instadrabbling challenge - Elwing and Idril's First Meeting (124 words, G), Elwing and the Silmaril (76 words, T), Gil-galad and Cirdan Clean Up After the Kinslaying (228 words, T), Ancalagon's Death (106 words, G)

Gifts and Favors and a Trip (3560 words, M, Maedhros/Fingon)

My 2023 entry for My Slashy Valentine. A bit of angst, a bit of sexual tension, lots of fluff and a great deal of pining. Idiots to lovers.

Angsty Ficlet (792 words, G, Maedhros & Maglor)

Maedhros wakes up in the middle of the night, panicking for reasons unknown to himself. Maglor helps. An angsty ficlet with a little twist in the end.

Alone in the Unknown (4752 words, T, Maedhros & Maglor)

The latest part of my canon divergence AU. Maglor and Maedhros wander all alone - Maedhros nearly catatonic and Maglor trying in vain to reach him. The angstiest thing I've ever written.

Helcaraxë Cannibalism Ficlet (500 words, T, warning for cannibalism and character death)

Fingon doesn't want his body to be consumed after his death.

Maiar Hate This Simple Trick (2234 words, T, background Celebrimbor/Narvi and Galadriel/Celeborn)

My entry for Tolkien Remix 2023 is based on @elentarial's Desperation and Defeat. A series of letters between the main figures of the Second Age, trying to solve the mystery of Annatar running away from Eregion. Humor.

Proxy (5912 words, E, Maedhros/Fingon, Maedhros/Maglor, warning for dubious consent and unhealthy relationships)

Maedhros's love for Maglor is unrequited, but luckily for Maedhros, Fingon is hopelessly in love with him and somewhat resembles Maglor. A terrible love triangle between three terrible people. A deviation from my usual themes and characterization (and ratings), but the prompt in the kinkmeme spoke to me. I wrote almost 6k in a couple of days, which is a rarity for me.

Orodreth's Letter to Fingon (307 words, G)

Orodreth does everything he can to eviscerate Fingon in his letter of refusal concerning the Union of Maedhros.

Maedhros and Fingon Talk Cannibalism (247 words, T, warning for cannibalism and self-cannibalism mentions)

Another cannibalism snippet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maedhros and Fingon share their experiences with the subject in a light-hearted tone a little inappropriate for the discussion.

Lady Makalaurë Fëanáriel Dying of Poison, Late Second Age, Artist Unknown (8671 words, T, past fem!Maglor/Maglor's wife, warning for death and suicide mentions)

One of my two fics for TRSB 2023. Based on @independence1776's edit. In her space wanderings, fem!Maglor comes across a planet and finds out things that force her to return to Eldarin civilization. I always wanted to write a sci-fi AU, and I'm really glad I got to do it.

Now a Quill, Now a Sword (11817 words, T, Maedhros/Fingon, warning for character death and implied suicide)

My second TRSB fic, written in collaboration with @melestasflight. See their beautiful art here. It's a canon-compliant fic (with a bit of post-canon at the end) that tells the story of Maedhros and Fingon's relationship from the beginning to the end.

Two Ficlets

In this one (735 words, T), Fingolfin and Fingon discuss if Maedhros can be trusted. In it's companion (1082 words, T), Fingon and Maedhros talk about the same subject.

The Hunters (2016 words, E, fem!Maedhros/Aredhel)

Another kinkmeme fill. Baby's first PWP. (Proxy doesn't count. It has a plot and I tried to make the sex horrible.) Aredhel and Maedhros - two princesses of the House of Finwë - are cousins with benefits. I really enjoyed writing it, but I don't know if it's any good because I haven't reread it since posting.

Kaleidoscope (1436 words, M, Fingon/Sons of Feanor - all of them but not at the same time except Amrod and Amras)

Inspired by @melestasflight and @polutrope's The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant but darker in tone. Fingon sleeps with all of the sons of Fëanor. Why? Who knows? Up to interpretation. The fic doesn't make much sense, but I still like it and I'm really glad I wrote it. The third kinkememe fill.

That's all for last year. In general, I'm more happy than not with my writing. Hopefully, it will continue this year.

Thanks to every single person who's read, liked, reblogged, left kudos and comments on my fics. You make me want to keep writing.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #maglor #tagging the main characters i write about #silm fic #zwc fic #my fic list #i've also been thinking about an original story idea #that dates back to ten years or more

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tagged by @iamfandomcrazy hii i love all ur fics >< Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUTT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON. --- just know that most of these are intrusive thoughts or the product of my spiraled madness, and short ideas. i won't be putting unfinished but posted fics since that would take too long. here it goes

*Visions; - a wyler fic where wednesday was freshly expelled from her former high school and started to have small and useless visions (its safe to assume its about Tyler, she mostly sees snippets of events)

Wulfric Thursday - a fic about wyler's son, he's the first child (that i most prob post on ao3 once Hyde The Past is done since the two are connected, i think i actually need someone with me to think of ideas and be crazy together its a little too much to take, a wide universe. There are 3 current chapters.)

Valentina Francoise - a fic about wyler's daughter, the younger sister (wont say much but she's the best and worst combination of her parents. there's only one chapter and its mostly notes.)

Girl Next Door - this fic was either tyler would be the new kid who moved into town or it was Wednesday. it was hard to decide but i think i settled with Wednesday. I don't know if this would come to life though, wish me luck. there are no chapters. yet.)

wyler tyler has a twin gemini - yep. the title speaks for itself lol. ( i wanted to do something like migi and dali or ayesha's secret, if you know the anime or manga, well you know *wink *wink)

wyler - sunflower - a fic where Tyler dies or it has an alternative story where he faked his death and goes to live in the Addams manor. God i was such in an angsty mood i wanted someone to die with me, and of course its my favorite white boy to write about)

Tyler Galpin - just a compilation of songs i was thinking of editing Tyler in.

Wyler PROMPT - just an unfinished prompt from a dc prompt where Tyler is Fran's and Vincent's son.

Wyler spies AU - again the title speaks for itself lol.

WYLER ITS OK NOT TO BE OK - if you know the kdrama then nice, but if you don't its basically Tyler would be a psych ward nurse or something like that and Wednesday is a children's book writer that sometimes visit hospitals to read her book.

HYDE THE PAST TYLER BOOTCAMP - my heart cries fir this fic. title speaks for itself. suppose to be a filler chapter.

WYLER DRABBLE - alice in the wonderland fic. its just an idea wont prob make the cut.

Wyler hays - just wyler smutt ><

Longing For draft - just a short fic where Tyler followed Wednesday to her house.

Wednesday Addams as Song Lyrics - songs id edit her with. --- These are just what's saved in my laptop. here's what's in my phone. i don't mind if you don't read this one lol.

wyler (1) - wednesday pospartum with her son.

Liar, liar - Tyler teasing Wednesday.

wyler (2) - Wednesday spit on Tyler's face and he uses it as lube.

wyler gender swap - there's one chapter.

its not always rainbows and butterflies - a short fic where Tyler attends nevermore and learning how to control the Hyde but in Wednesday's pov.

This is shit - wednesday denying her feelings for Tyler.

wyler (3) - Tyler has full control of his Hyde and pretends to be nice but Wednesday sees through him.

wyler (4) - (just wrote this 2am earlier lol) wednesday goes to yoga and mourns Kitty's death, has a mental breakdown while Tyler consoles her. SORRY THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. tagging @writerrose1998 @broken-everlark @nonamemanga @cosmic-lullaby @callmetippytumbles @tastethesetears @lovepoison9 @nouklea @diamantdog @lady-murderess @therulerofallpotatos

#tag game #wyler #ao3

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hiccstridshipper19 · 9 months

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Good Omens season 2 second watch observations

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The fly was crawling back into the box before Aziraphale picked it up

Aziraphale was so desperate for approval and praise that even the most nonchalant and out of context "I love you" from Amnesiac Gabriel (his former boss who tried to KILL him) got him tongue-tied and flustered. Which is really sad.

I knew something felt off when Crowley listed out the only three (and somewhat selfish) reasons why Aziraphale would call him and when Crowley was expected to do a whole-hearted apology (as much as I love the funny dance) upon coming back even though he had completely understandable reasons to react the way he did about Gabriel, the person who was so so so awful to both Aziraphale and Crowley. Their relationship is not balanced, and Aziraphale is definitely taking it for granted how Crowley would always do whatever Aziraphale asks. Not villainizing Aziraphale here but he's definitely got some character growth to do, their relationship has got work to do, before they officially get together in the end

And there it is again. "Do you want to hear my plan?" was met with "car keys, please" without even being directly answered

"But it's pretty 🥺"

Aziraphale brings a hand drawn portrait of Gabriel with him to investigate instead of taking a photograph with a camera, not even an antique one

Tiny Crowley

I can watch landanum poisoned Crowley for hours

This minisode is so tender oh- my heart. Someone please make a gif set of Aziraphale holding Crowley by the waist while they walked and Crowley being all woozy

I'm ready for the angsty edits reusing the gun firing scene for angsty purposes 🥰 (think of the possibilities! Like ooh how about Crowley is being mind controlled to shoot Aziraphale or something)

Aziraphale really went from "but that's for professional conjurers" to "working professional magicians such as myself!" after one encouraging pep talk from Crowley. I love these idiots

I'm quite liking the swing-jazzy version of the theme song in the outro. Fun instrumentations

Oh yeah this is unsettling. Definitely feel like Aziraphale is spiraling at this point like that one post said. It's off-putting how everyone in the room is made to do things that are not their intentions

Crowley's little hops when everyone was gasping about Mr. Brown

Electric candles. Aziraphale has switched over to battery operated candles instead of real ones so the bookshop couldn't get burned like last time

Crowley wearing slippers in heaven lmao. It's like his house or something

So where does the halo go? Does he get it back? Does he have an infinite regeneration of halos to throw around?

Ow. Ow ow ow owow. I have no coherent thoughts that can be delivered articulately because my brain is once again not functioning

Season 3 cannot come fast enough

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #go s2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #go season 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley

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Heyy so I have a request for Eddie.. it’s kinda detailed and a little angsty but not horribly angsty (cus I know that’s not ur jam)

so reader is at Eddie’s trailer and she’s tidying up eddies room while eddie is gone (probably doing deals or sum) and reader accidentally bumped into Eddie’s guitar and it fell.. then there was a huge crack in it and reader sat there like literally in fear of what to do but then reader hears eddie come in the door so reader runs out before he could get to the room and readers like “sorry gotta go” and Eddie’s like “what the hell” 😀 and then reader goes home sitting in her bedroom scared to death until reader hears their phone ring and they pick it up and Eddie starts yelling at them so reader just hangs up like crying until they hear tapping on their window and it’s eddie and he apologizes and then happy ending and they watch movies together and cuddle idk

thank u for the request i hope this is alright <3 (also feat. me, a classical guitar player, not knowing anything about electric guitars) not edited, gn!reader | wc; 1.4k

your cheek still buzzed from when eddie kissed it before he left, promising that he'd be safe. you hated his deals, how there was always uncertainty surrounding it.

eddie's trailer was like a second home to you, you were there more than your own house. wayne seemed to like you, as eddie always told you he'd ask if you were coming over or not. the answer was always yes.

the deals could range from twenty minutes to nearly an hour, and you didn't want to know what went on that made it take so long.

you didn't want to snoop through anything, or yet, you didn't want to get caught snooping through anything. eddie's room was... not in the best condition. dirty clothes in, somehow, neat piles on the floor and on the bed. you sighed looking around. eddie would probably appreciate a tidy room, right?

quickly, you got to work, shoving the dirty clothes into a hamper, making the bed, saving that god-awful mattress for another time. you grabbed a hand towel and got it wet to dust.

had this ever been wiped down? you thought while cleaning up his nightstand.

after finished with that, you admired your work. it looked nice, and you couldn't wait for eddie to see it. turning around, however, you were met with the mirror. the mirror that had water spots from him standing in front of it and shaking his head fresh out of the shower.

eddie's guitar, a beautiful warlock with relic crackle hung in front of the mirror. you've touched it before when eddie tried to teach you how to play. you didn't have much luck. other than that though, it was off limits, the rule unspoken but the way eddie talked about the instrument solidified it.

"okay." you mumbled under your breath, slightly moving the guitar to wipe under it. you were holding your breath, keeping your movement extremely steady. "okay." you said again, but with more confidence after it went back to it's rightful place, unharmed.

you wiped the sweat off your forehead dramatically and turned to find something else to clean. but then...

CRASH!

you didn't want to turn, you didn't want to face whatever fell, but your body moved anyway. "shit." you said, your hands coming up to your mouth. "shit!" you repeated when you examined the guitar, finding a crack on the body, a long one from the bottom of the guitar to the middle left. you ran your finger along it. it was real, you had just broken eddie's guitar.

before you could figure out anything, the door opened and eddie's voice boomed out. "i'm back!"

normally, you'd be happy about him being home and sadfe, but not today, not after you just broke his beloved guitar.

you ran out to meet him before he could see the guitar, passing him in the hallway. "sorry, my dogs, uh, my dog's sick! i have to go!"

"what the hell?" he mumbled. "you don't even have a dog-"

"i have to go!" and you shut the door, climbing into your car before he could run out after you.

the whole ride home you swore under your breath, cursing yourself for even cleaning the mirror in the first place. it wasn't even dirty, it just had water spots. "god, i'm so stupid!"

your eyes were watery as you drove, something eddie would get upset about because it put you in danger. like he would care anymore, you thought. you felt guilty thinking about that.

when you got back to your house, you climbed into your bed and buried yourself in the covers. if you hid and couldn't be found, eddie couldn't get mad? right?

no, because the phone rang. the only person that ever called was eddie. you had to answer it, you knew that. but you didn't want to.

your hands were shakey when you picked up the handset. "i'm so sorry, eddie. i'm so-"

"what did you do?" he spoke, his voice raspy.

"i'm sorry, i was cleaning and i barely moved it and i just-"

"you were cleaning?" he cut you off again, scoffing. "you couldn't have just sat there and waited for me? like you always do? what's wrong with you?!"

you inhaled shakily. "i'm so sorry, eddie." you repeated. "i didn't mean to break anything, i'm really, really sorry."

eddie hung up without an answer. you were crying, you didn't even realize that, but you weren't shocked. eddie was mad at you, your boyfriend was mad at you.

sobs came out of your mouth, something guttural and scary, something that said that you hurt. you climbed back into your bed, back into the comfort and safety of the covers.

eddie felt so bad. he felt awful that he got angry with you, that he accused you of completely breaking his guitar. he should've tried playing it before he called you, because then he wouldn't have gotten so upset.

the guitar was cracked, and badly at that. but it still played, maybe a little buzzy but it could be fixed. it wasn't so bad that it was done for.

eddie sighed into his hands, rubbing his eyes until the black and blue dots showed up. he had to fix this.

he put up his guitar, softly, grabbed his jacket and keys and left for the car. left for you.

eddie drove a little faster than he should've, passing houses at an alarming speed. he had to make it right between you, even if that meant he had to get down on his hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness.

when he got to your house, he didn't want to just knock on your door. if he was going to apologize, he was going to go all out and be romantic and gross. thankfully, you had a tree next to your window, something eddie thought was so cliche. he climbed up the tree more times than he could count.

once at your window, he saw a body shaped lump under your covers. he tapped. you stirred, but didn't get up. you were awake, eddie knew that. he tapped again, and again, and again, until it became incessant.

"c'mon." he whispered. like you heard him, you got up and walked to the window. you unlocked it, leaving him to open it himself. "i deserve that." he whispered so quietly only he could hear.

"why are you here?" you rasped. your face was puffy from crying and blowing your nose and wiping your tear.

eddie pulled you into a hug, his usual bone-crushing one. "i'm sorry." he whispered into your head, over and over again. "i'm sorry."

"i should be sorry, i am sorry, eds." you whispered.

"you don't need to be sorry for anything, i should be."

"why?" you ask, strained. eddie still had you in a tight hug.

he shook his head, laughing a little. his grip didn't let up. "s'not broken."

"it's not?" you asked, bewildered. you finally got to pull away, looking at him. he was smiling at you. you were so worried that you'd never see that again. "are you being serious?"

he nodded. "just a little cracked, but it works."

"thank god." you sighed, dropping your head to his chest. "are you sure? like one hundred percent?"

he nods again. "just like, might need a little duct-tape."

"i was so worried and upset, eddie."

"i know. i'm sorry for getting mad, i should've like, not been a dumbass and actually check it out more. i'll do that next time."

"there won't be a next time, eds!" you whisper-shout, false annoyance.

eddie leads you to your bed, kissing your forehead. "i know, sorry."

you sigh. "can i make it up to you by putting on the goonies? still have it hidden somewhere in here.."

he nods. "yeah, that'd be nice. am i forgiven?"

"yes. am i forgiven?"

he crosses his arms. "no, i'll hold it against you forever."

"you suck." you love him.

"you love me." he says, smug.

you glare at him, then begin to turn on the movie. once it's playing, you climb onto your bed, next to eddie. he's laying down, already comfy. "you always have nice sheets."

"i can get you some."

"you should just move in." he suggests. it's eddie, he could be joking, but he wasn't. "just don't break anything."

you hit his arm lightly and scowl.

#ask #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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