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sluttywoozi · 3 months

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I have been re-reading the supernatural svt and I just need to know more of your thoughts and headcanons for werewolf! Jun

okay so i have his origin story in mind but also some headcanons so i'll do both hehe

warnings: blood mention, food mention, even longer than vampire wonu

jun was going on a late night food run one night and to save time, he decided to use the walking path by his apartment instead of the well lit, safe sidewalks because those go around the forest and the path goes through. he wasn't nervous at all for some reason, even though it was nearly pitch black in the woods and he could hear every single animal moving through the underbrush. he was nearly there, even, when something tackled him from the side, throwing him off the path and tumbling down a rocky hill with him. by the time he stopped falling, he was dizzy and panting and likely concussed, and whatever tackled him was gone.

he had no idea where he was, or how to get back up to the path, so he just wandered until the sun started to rise and then he followed the light to find his way out of the dense trees. his side and back ached, stinging, sharp pains shooting through him with every movement, every step on the uneven ground, but he just attributed that to the fall and continued on his way home.

he didn't think anything was amiss until his roommate lost it at the sight of him, shouting about tracking blood and mud all over the floors and what the hell happened to his back?!

they shoved him to the bathroom and turned on the light, and Jun blanched at the reflection in the mirror. he was absolutely covered in dirt, with leaves sticking out of his hair and moss clinging to his clothes. he turned around and glanced at his back, his eyes growing wide at the large gashes cutting through his skin like claw marks.

he could barely even feel them with the way his whole back throbbed, but they looked ugly, torn, ragged, and above all, dirty. he didn't know what else to do so he hopped in the shower and went about his day, not registering the way sounds were louder and smells were stronger until they got so overwhelming that all he could do was cover his ears and breathe through his mouth.

things only got worse from there, his senses sharpening and his strength increasing with every passing day. he could hear the neighbors two stories up arguing about bills, he could smell dinner cooking in the basement apartment, and he could taste his roommate's confusion and distrust on the air.

the night of the full moon was when it all finally started making sense. well, the morning after really.

Jun doesn't remember what happened that night, just that he woke the next day to someone pounding on his door. he was covered in dirt and blood again, but the blood didn't smell like his or like a human's so he wasn't too worried.

he was a little worried about being able to tell the difference between human and animal blood, but all of his questions were cleared up as soon as he opened the door to find his coworker, Mingyu, large and grinning in the doorway.

"So you're a werewolf too! Why didn't you tell me, bro? We could have been going on runs together this whole time."

oh. a werewolf. huh.

Jun could only lift his shoulders in an exhausted shrug and say, "Nobody told me, my guy."

very puppylike, squirrels turn his head and he'll chase anything that runs

doesn't really have anger issues at all, only wolfs out (outside of the full moon) when he's anxious or scared or feels cornered

love/hate relationship with his heightened senses

loves how food tastes better and his sight is clearer and he can pick out every individual instrument in his favorite songs

hates that he can smell the garbage truck coming, that he can see every speck of dust in his room, that he can hear the couple in 9b arguing then fucking every night

used to be a bit of a homebody but started spending more time outdoors after he was changed

partially because mingyu drags him out on runs, mostly because the fresh air smells nice and the open sky makes him feel free

starts going to a farmers' market down the road from his apartment because he can taste the processing on fruits and veg from the grocery store

it's during one of his weekend visits that he meets you

or rather, smells you

he almost can't describe it, your scent, but as soon as he locked on, it filled his nose and his head and his heart

he practically floated over to your stall, drawn by your fragrance like he was a fish on a line being reeled in

he didn't see you at first, just the flowers covering every inch of the booth, and he thought maybe they were the source of the smell until you popped up from behind the counter

you had supplies in your hands, paper and ribbon and shears, but you jumped and dropped them all at the sight of him, gasping in shock like you'd seen a ghost

"what's wrong??" he asked, concerned, his hands hovering in front of him as he glanced wildly around the market for a threat

"nothing, nothing, i just didn't hear you come up and i didn't expect you to be there," you rushed to placate him, an apologetic expression on your face before you ducked to gather your materials again

he wished he could help instead of standing there and watching you, but there was a table in between you (why is there a table in between you there shouldn't be anything in between you)

"how can i help you?" you bounced up and beamed, laying your things out on the counter neatly, your eyes still on him

he was nearly laid out by the force of your smile, so it's a miracle when he's able to say, "it smelled really good over here, i just followed my nose."

you laughed and told him you were glad the flowers were doing their job, and he didn't have the courage to tell you it wasn't the flowers that brought him here

he bought three bouquets that day, just so he could talk to you longer

one went into his room, one was for his roommate who was only just starting to be nice to him again, and one was for mingyu, who almost cried when he received them, saying he'd never gotten flowers before

he went back to your spot the next week, but you weren't there

so he tried again, only to find the market still devoid of you

jun's not one to give up, he'll try even when he probably shouldn't anymore, so week after week he found himself at the market, buying produce and hoping he would be able to get flowers too, and maybe even your number this time

it takes two excruciating months, but finally, you come back

he smells you before he even gets to the market, your fragrance wafting down the closed off street and calling to him like a siren's song

he waves at the farmers he always buys from but beelines to your stall, finding you swamped with customers and joining the back of the line

you keep up with ease, wrapping bouquets at the speed of light and moving on to the next, until jun is standing in front of you with a shy smile and his hands clasped tightly together

"hi!" you grin like you recognize him, and he thinks maybe you do when you start to pull flowers, the same ones you'd used in the bouquets last time

"hi," he breathes, taking a step closer and taking in a deep breath before saying, "do you think maybe you'd like to perhaps go out with me sometime possibly? you can say no, and i'll never come here again! but if you say yes, then i- i will. all the time."

you're still looking down at your working hands, but he sees the corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile before you glance up and nod, "i would like to go out with you sometime."

he feels like he could melt, so relieved at your answer that it takes him a full minute to realize he hasn't even introduced himself

"oh! i'm jun, by the way," he laughs, holding a hand out

"y/n," you shake his hand firmly, and if you notice how hot it is, you don't let it show

you exchange phone numbers, then flowers and money, and with that, jun is on his way

he texts you as soon as he gets home and you text back almost instantly, sparking a conversation with no beginning or end, only a middle

you text all day, every day for two weeks, and jun wonders if that's a long enough time for him to ask you out again. mingyu thinks it's not, but he also loitered around his crush for a full month until she finally gave him a chance so jun isn't inclined to listen

it's a good thing he doesn't because he does ask you out again and you do say yes

you say yes with lots of exclamation points and jun's smile gets too big for his face and his heart gets too big for his chest

he knows you like flowers so he takes you to the botanical garden on the edge of town

it has a conservatory and fairy lights and tonight, food trucks and pop up bars

you ooh and ahh with every turn, munching on your snacks with wide, wonder filled eyes, turning to him every so often to make sure he's seeing everything you want him to see

he falls in love with you a little bit that night, and a little more every night after

he does wish mingyu had told him about the knotting thing tho, both for your sake and his

part two (surprise knotting)

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thetravelingtyper · 1 month

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.

Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist

As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.

You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.

“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!”

Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.

“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”

Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders.

You lean into his hand.

“It's ok Simon.”

And with that you let him be.

Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.

“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled.

The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac!

You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König.

The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt,

“Who is this? How did you get this number.”

“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”

His voice changed immediately,

“Schatz! Where are you?”

You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.

“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.

You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.

“You called the Austrian?”

It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.

“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?”

He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him. The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.

“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!”

You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand.

“I don’t like him.”

You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,

“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth.

“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time.

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.

“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”

His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.

“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.

“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.

“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening.

You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions.

“Simon!” He blacks out.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you.

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.

“Schatz”

You turn to him in question.

“Are you and the Ghost together.”

The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.

You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.”

König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.

“It's complicated ja?”

You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant.

“Back the fuck off of them.”

He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon.

“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.

“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.

“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,

“Wha-”

He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.

“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.

“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show.

Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you.

His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.

“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you.

König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully.

He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.

“No, please stay.”

His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment.

“No Dove, let me see you.”

Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed.

“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too.

Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms.

He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,

“I love you.”

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.

“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?”

He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you.

“Just thinking Dove.”

He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,

“Just thinking.”

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arlh0e · 4 months

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Now that it’s done

Rating: we’ll call it PG-13 for explicit language

Warnings: Hozier x fem!Reader, angst, post-break-up, anger, lots of feelings, explicit language, francesca by Hozier, I might make you cry

Summary: you and andrew had been broken up for almost a year. Everything had been perfect in your relationship for years, but while he was touring for his second album, there was a lot of stress put on your relationship. Stress that unfortunately bubbled up into something which at the time couldn’t be fixed. So you left him. His newest album, ‘unreal unearth’ has been out for a few months and though you were a fan of his music, you hadnt been able to bring yourself to listen to it until now.

Everything about this felt wrong.

Though, you knew that Andrew released his music to the public for everyone to listen to, you still felt weird. He had written music about you before and you had listened to that but this was different. Anything from the new album would be about your break up.

It felt like an invasion of privacy considering the two of you hadn’t spoken since you left him.

You really didn’t know what to expect.

You weren’t sure how you’d feel is you listened and heard him singing about another girl. You were even less sure how you’d feel if you heard him singing about you.

You decided to say fuck it and just scroll through the whole album and pick the first song that caught your eye. A song titled ‘Francesca’ your heart dropped. What if thats the name of the girl he’s seeing? He never dropped your name publicly. Ever.

You click on it and immediately you’re met with the softest guitar melody. It made you think of the melodies he used to write when the two of you first started dating. One of the melodies he had said sounded like falling in love with you.

The memories brought tears to your eyes. The thought that he could have been writing about someone else so soon made you livid.

It had only been a year and while you were still just trying to pick up the pieces from having to leave the person who you thought you’d spend your life with, who you thought you would marry and bear his children, he was already writing love songs about other people. How dare he.

You waited a bit longer until you started hearing words though to form a concrete opinion.

‘Do you think I'd give up

That this might've shook the love from me

Or that I was on the brink?

How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?’

Your mouth hung slightly agape. So he was seeing someone else. Someone who maybe had their doubts about him and he wrote this as a letter of convincing.

The confirmation that he was over you felt similar to him twisting the knife that was still in your chest (although you were the one who put it there, but it still hurt.)

‘Now that it's done

There's not one thing that I would change

My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?’

Oh.

And suddenly you were back in the mindset that you should not be listening to this.

He was pouring his heart out to you. Publicly of course, but you still shouldn’t be listening. This was private. It felt like you were reading a diary entry of his and once you started you couldn’t stop.

‘If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah

I would still be surprised I could find you, darling

In any life

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah’

Everything inside of you wanted to break down and sob.

How long had he been thinking about this? More importantly did he still feel this way? Was he still sitting there wishing you had given him another chance?

You stared blankly at the wall for the as you listened to the rest. Everything he had to say was so perfect. It was a comfort to know that through all of the pain you felt leaving him, of wishing you hadn’t, but rationalizing your actions through blaming it on your loneliness.

You had broken up with him because of how hard him touring and constantly being away had been on you. Every single moment was agony, and after doing this with him twice through two albums and then with him constantly being in the US for interviews and to work with new bandmates, you broke. You left him. You had moved into your parent’s house and out of the house he had bought for the two of you in Ireland before he had even gotten home from his most recent trip. You left him with nothing but a note (a rather long one at that, all things considered, but a note nonetheless) explaining everything. You knew you couldn’t break up with him face to face. You would have pussied out and stayed.

If you had known, fully understood the utter devotion he felt toward you, even now, even after the way you had left, you never would have done so.

And just when you thought you would get through the entirety of this song unscathed, with just a few tears shed but no real damage done.

‘Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.’

And that was all it took.

You weren’t even really in control of your own body as you stood and went to gather your things.

It was a 30 minute drive to the house you weren’t even sure he would be at.

As you walked to the car, you pondered for a moment giving him a call to ask if he was home, but thought better of it knowing he would ask about why you wanted to talk so suddenly. This was a conversation which needed to be had in person. You couldn’t’t let him talk you into having it over the phone. You wouldn’t let yourself be persuaded into taking the easy way out of an important conversation with him again. This was too important.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing from your eyes. Even as you were driving, you couldn’t stop. This had broken every ounce of strength and pride left in you that had kept you away from him.

Only now were you realizing just how much energy this last year had taken out of you. You knew it would be hard even before you made the decision to leave, but you never imagined the toll it would take on you after you had done it.

Every once of free time you had was taken up by thoughts of him. If you weren’t working, you had been looking for every distraction you could. Whether it be spending time with your friends and family or going to a bar to meet a new boy who you’d take home, talk to for a few days, but ultimately never met for a second time.

Your friends had even gone as far as to start calling them your “flavor of the week”, a name which, while fitting for what you had been doing, still didn’t hurt any less.

You wondered in passing if any of your friends had told him about the volume of your personal conquests. He wouldn’t have cared of course, you knew all too well that he wasn’t above a few one night stands in order to get over a break up. He’d probably slept with his fair share of people over the course of the last year as well, but you still didn’t want him to know.

Your thoughts were going a mile a minute as you drove the familiar route to your former lovers house. Your former house.

The thought of seeing even the front of the house made you feel ill. You hadn’t been back since you left and you weren’t ever planning on it.

You felt the need to throw up as you turned into the dirt road that led to the house. You remembered going to visit this house with him when you first started tossing around the idea of you moving into a house with him. You remember knowing that it was perfect from the moment you saw it. You remember how you went around the house describing the life you pictured the two of you living in that house. You remember all the remodeling the two of you did to make sure that your home would be perfect. You remember the extra room upstairs, which you thought you’d be turning into a nursery at some point.

Your stomach lurched the closer and closer you came to the driveway.

There was nothing else out here, and even from a ways out you could see that the lights were on inside that house.

So he is home.

Your breath became shaky as you pulled into the drive next to his car.

The walk up to the door felt like it took ages. Your shaking hand reached to ring the doorbell.

Silence.

You frantically wiped away your tears which were still falling. You thought for a moment about what he would think looking at you after all this time, crying on his porch, sopping wet from the rain, shivering from the cold and the anxiety that racked your entire body.

You thought for a moment about ringing the bell again, or maybe knocking this time. You were utterly impatient, you needed him to answer the door before you turned and ran.

You reached out and opened the screen door, quickly attempting to knock on the interior door at the same time that it swings open.

“Oh um… hey.” You blurt out. You mentally give yourself the beating of a lifetime for how awkward you’re being.

Looking up at him, you can see that his hair is a lot longer, and his beard, while still the same length is a lot fuller. You briefly remember what it was like to run your fingers across the stubbly skin of his face.

His eyes are full of concern as he looks down at you, noticing the tears and how absolutely sopping wet you are from the rain. “Hey, are you okay? Come inside, Jesus.”

He grabs your arm gently and guides you inside. You’re sobbing still and tremors are wracking through your body while you look up at him. “I just- I uh-“

“Hey, it’s alright.” He laughs a little bit “let’s get you calmed down first, do you want some tea or anything? I still have a box of that jasmine tea you like.” You sniffle a bit and nod, looking down and making eye contact only with your feet. This was ridiculously embarrassing. “With honey still?” You started crying a bit harder as he recalls how you like your tea. After a year he still remembers how you like your fucking tea.

You follow behind him, still shaking and take a seat at the kitchen island while he starts the water and hands you a mug. Your favorite mug.

Fuck.

You took a moment to calm yourself down while he stood across from you, pouring the water, wrapping the string of the tea bag around the handle, squeezing just the right amount of honey into the mug and then handing it to you with a smile.

By the time he’s done, you’ve managed to calm down enough to talk to him.

“I just wanted to talk I guess.” You cant look up from your tea. You’re still crying but it’s slowed to a steady trickle now as opposed to violent sobs.

“About what?” He sounded genuinely interested. Or concerned. Or both.

“I uh…” You take a deep breath in to calm yourself. “I listened to Francesca…” your voice was small, quiet enough that you weren’t sure he would hear you.

“Oh. Thats what all this is about?” He moves from his position leaning against the counter and walks around the island to sit next to you.

You felt as if the whole world was spinning and suddenly you went from not being able to say anything at all to everything coming out at once.

“I don’t know, Andrew, if I had known I would’ve at least called. I would’ve tried to figure it out, I-” I pull my hand up over my mouth like it would help hold in the tears and choked sobs that had returned. “I left because I thought you didn’t love me anymore. I dint know, I didn’t think it would matter, especially not now I just…” you let out a deep sigh. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

He lets out a small chuckle and reaches over to pat my shoulder. “It’s okay. I did always joke around with Alex that if you ever left me it would be because I got stupid and probably deserved it.” He gets up and goes back to the kitchen with my mug to wash it. “I’m really happy to see you though. I missed having you around if nothing else.”

“Yeah, I miss you too…” you were still just barely whispering. You did miss him. You wanted to come back. You wanted him to let you come back. “I really fucking did it this time didn’t I?” I laughed through your tears.

“I don’t think so.” He shrugged and moved back over to you. “I think you did what you needed to do so that you could be happy.” He shrugged. “I could never be upset with you for that. I never was. Not even for a moment.” You look up to see him smiling down at you. It’s sad, you can almost see the memories of the two of you flashing through his eyes as they turn glassy.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you had.” You shrug. It was true. Nothing about this situation was okay, and it was all because you hadn’t seen how he felt about you while you had him.

“Well, apology accepted. You don’t need to feel bad. And for the record that song wasn’t meant to guilt trip you.” He laughs.

“I never thought that it was.” I sigh. Of course he thought you were just here because you felt bad. “I fucking hate this. I hate not talking to you, Ive been fucking torturing myself not calling you or showing up here. I can’t fucking do this shit anymore.” You sigh. This was a stupid idea. Of course he thought you were just here to apologize how fucking idiotic were you to think that you could come in here, apologize and everything would be okay again.

“I um… I should go. I shouldn’t’t have come it’s late I’m really sorry to bother you.” You shake your head and quickly stand to make a quick exit. His hand flies up to your wrist to stop you.

“Please stay.” His eyes are gentle and he’s standing so close. “I meant every word that I said. I’m not upset. I never was.” He pulls me to his chest and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

You didn’t think you were capable of crying this much in one night. Being so close to him brought it all out again, sobs were racking through your entire body. He still smelled exactly as you remembered. He was so comforting and yet this was the least comfortable experience you had ever been through. “I just want to come back.” You were back to whispering again. You almost hoped he hadn’t heard you.

“Then come back.” You froze. You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting, but you’re sure it wasn’t that.

You think about it for a moment. The thought is tempting of course, every fiber of your being wants to tell him yes. But then the thought passes through your mind that with the new album you knew he’d be leaving again soon. The thought made you visibly tense.

“The option is always there. No matter how much time passes, I’ll always want you here.” He places a small kiss onto the top of your head.

“You’re leaving again.” You sigh, but you don’t pull away.

“Yes. In a few weeks.” You can hear the way his mood shifts and all hope you had given him leaves again. “But I swear I’ll figure it out though. I’ll come home more, I’ll call more, fuck you can come with us, I’ll make up some bull shit position you can have on the team so I have an excuse to pay you so you don’t have to worry about your job if you want, I swear it’ll be different this time.” He’s not even trying to hide the panic in his voice.

“Yeah, okay.” You relax into his arms and take a few deep breaths. You’re still crying a bit but you’re more calm now, with everything settled.

You’re not sure where to go from here. Do you just start over from scratch, or do you pick up where you left off? You pull away from him a little bit to look up at him. You cant remember the last time you saw him look at you with such adoration. His smile was small, barely noticeable, but still the same goofy smile you remembered.

“Your hair is a lot longer now.” You giggle a bit and reach up to run your fingers through the ends of his curls. “I like it.” You smile.

“Yeah? I honestly just stopped wanting to put in the effort to get it cut.” He laughs, his hand coming to hold the side of your face. You lean into his touch and close your eyes.

“Yeah, thats sounds about right.” You giggle and open your eyes. “And your beard is more full now too.” You reach up with both hands to feel the sides of his face.

You really missed this. Everything about him was just so comforting. You felt at peace, at home for the first time since you had left.

“Do you wanna stay here tonight?” He asks quietly. “You can borrow some of my clothes, it’s just raining really hard, and you’re too upset to be driving in weather like that.” He smiles down at you.

You laugh a bit “We’ve been back together for all of five minutes and you’re already asking me to stay over Andrew, what would your mother think?” You tsk at him and smile. He already knows the answer is yes of course.

“Oh please. You of all people know that my mother would be ecstatic to know that you were sleeping over again.”

So anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was a little sad. I love this man, enjoy <3

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I Dial Drunk, I'll Die a Drunk, I'd Die for You - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]

Title: I Dial Drunk, I'll Die a Drunk, I'd Die for You

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Based On: Dial Drunk

Word Count: 1,907 words

Warning(s): drunk character, a lot of cussing, argument, mention of unhealthy coping/bad mental health

Summary: A night of drunken grief lands Carmy in more trouble than he thought it would. He calls the one person that he remembers being able to rely on. His night of calls brings up old memories of the person that seems to be hellbent on ignoring him.

Author's Note: I knew that this song was going to be for Carmy since I first heard a clip of it on TIkTok.

**Flashbacks are indicated by "--" and italics**

NOAH KAHAN - STICK SEASON [WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first missed call was understandable.

Carmy would've missed it too if someone decided to randomly call him at damn near three in the morning. He couldn't fault (Y/n) for that one.

But the second missed call made him close his eyes and shut his eyes.

He never wanted to be here.

He never planned to spend his night in a fucking cell. He never planned to be leaning his head on a payphone, trying to get in touch with the one person that probably never wanted to hear his voice again.

He had originally planned to spend the whole night alone. He was going to drink until he could pass out on his sad couch in his sad apartment and have a few hours where he didn't have to think about the world around him. A night without the pressure and guilt and anger seemed comforting.

He didn't truly remember why he left his apartment.

Truly, his only vivid memory was the cop pulling up next to him on the bridge as he drunkenly stumbled around. He didn't know what had led the cops to him, but he didn't truly feel like he had enough time to question it before he was getting placed in the back of the car.

Now, his head was starting to hurt, and he was getting more and more upset with the ringing on the line.

There weren't many people that Carmy tried to reconnect with.

That was usually because either they didn't have any desire to or because he didn't have any desire to find that out.

(Y/n) was an exception.

They had tried to keep in contact when he went to school. Carmy was the reason that such a plan didn't work. He didn't try like they did. It was some twisted consequence of his anger and self-worth issues and a million other problems that he didn't even acknowledge enough to try to solve.

When he came home, they were one of the first to find out.

Through all of the stress and chaos, they basically grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the restaurant for a while.

He ended up spending the morning with a cup of arguably shitty coffee and following (Y/n) around while they ran errands.

Somehow, he got dragged into a bookshop. He felt entirely out of place there. He spent most of his time looking at the covers and giving random feedback on how books looked.

"Thank you for coming out with me today," (Y/n) said after a while. "It really does mean a lot."

"Yeah, you're welcome," Carmy replied, admittedly zoned out before the fact. "Why did you want me to come with you?"

(Y/n) shrugged. "You just seemed so... overwhelmed. I thought that something like this would be a nice enough escape from whatever the fuck is going on in that restaurant."

"Oh," he nodded. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," they chuckled.

Something in Carmy's mind seemed to click at that point. It was as if his body was moving without his conscious thought catching up.

(Y/n) was about to round the corner of one of the aisles before he caught their hand. They went to question him but didn't get the chance to do so before he leaned in and pressed his lips to theirs.

There were a few moments where (Y/n) froze where they were, but that soon wore off. Their arms wrapped around Carmy's neck as they kissed him back.

They started to grin into the kiss after a few moments.

And Carmy couldn't help but mimic them.

"Alright, come on."

Carmy snapped out of his thoughts when the cop spoke up.

"You clearly aren't gonna get an answer," the cop explained. "I can't let you spend all night on the phone."

"Fuck that," Carmy said simply before holding out his hand for another coin. "They'll answer. I know it."

The cop glanced around at the room around him. He knew that he shouldn't even entertain this idea. But, against his better judgment, he held out some more change for Carmy to use.

Carmy nodded as a silent thank you before turning back to the phone, silently begging for this to be the time that (Y/n) answered.

He didn't mean to slam the door.

In all of his anger and stress and poor coping abilities, Carmy wasn't thinking straight enough to stop himself.

He should have thought about it more. He got home at almost one in the morning. He knew that (Y/n) had been waiting for him. He knew that they probably had fallen asleep after work. But some part of him refused to acknowledge any of that.

"What the fuck," (Y/n) grumbled as they sat up from where they had fallen asleep on Carmy's couch.

Guilt found a place in Carmy's chest as he looked at their tired face.

(Y/n) rubbed the sleep out of their eyes before looking back at him. Their face went from tired to concerned in a matter of seconds. They had always been better at understanding his emotions than anyone else... even himself.

They made it over to him in a matter of seconds. Their hand found the side of his face. The feeling of their skin on his made his eyes fall shut for a moment as he took a deep breath.

"What happened," (Y/n) asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "I'm just... I'm really fucking tired."

He had a love-hate relationship with the knowing look that crossed (Y/n)'s face. It was great that he didn't need to perfectly explain his every emotion for (Y/n) to understand him, but it was awful to know that he had little chance of ever hiding how he truly felt from them.

With almost no words spoken, (Y/n) dragged Carmy to bed, letting him slip his shoes off and lay on top of the covers. They laid down next to him. He laid on his stomach and they laid on their side. Their hand ran through his sweaty hair, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple.

His eyes slowly closed as another kiss was pressed to his cheek.

He fell asleep that night feeling comforted for the first time in years... and he never knew how much he truly craved that.

"I don't know who the fuck this is, but you need to stop fucking calling me."

Carmy jumped when he finally heard a voice on the other end.

"Leave me alone-"

"(Y/n), wait!" he said quickly. "Please, don't hang up the phone."

There was a short pause. "Carmy?"

"Yeah," he let out a quiet huff.

"What do you want," they asked.

"I... I got myself in a bit of trouble," he explained. "I just... I need your help."

There was another pause between them. It was longer this time. Carmy wondered if he had been just a little less focused on himself, would he have heard the building anger from (Y/n)'s end of the call?

"You have some fucking nerve, Berzatto," (Y/n) snapped. The words came out like venom, stinging as they hit Carmy's ear. "I tried to help you! I always fucking have! No fucking more! Go fuck yourself, you selfish fucking prick!"

Carmy flinched a bit when the call suddenly dropped.

His jaw clenched.

"Come on-"

"Let me try again," he cut off the cop before the sentence could be finished. "Just... Just one more call."

He watched a pitiful look cross the cop's face. That was when he realized that tears had filled his eyes. The cop didn't know him or (Y/n) or why they were so quick to hang up the phone.

Another coin was placed in Carmy's palm.

Maybe it was for the best that the cop didn't know the truth.

He started the yelling.

(Y/n) didn't deserve it.

They had just been pushing so much. Pushing to know his thoughts and feelings. They wanted to help him so much.

He knew that. He knew that every intention was good.

But that didn't change the boiling anger sitting in his chest. He wanted to ignore and avoid everything, and he couldn't do that with (Y/n) constantly there. With them constantly asking the right questions and perfectly explaining what he needed to hear.

His foundation may have been unsteady and broken, but it was his. He didn't want to be pushed to change it. No matter how good that may have been for him.

"Shut up!" he snapped, cutting off (Y/n)'s words completely. "Stop trying to fucking fix things for two minutes!"

"I... I wasn't trying to-"

"Don't act like you don't know what the fuck you're doing," he shouted. He didn't stop to notice how (Y/n)'s eyes changed into this mix of sadness and fear. "You always fucking do this! You try to fucking fix me and the situation and everything! Do you have any idea how irritating that shit is?"

They didn't respond to him. They just sat there with their mouth opening and closing a bit as they contemplated if they should speak or not... and what they would say if they did.

"Guess what? If you gave a shit about me, then you would be able to be with me without trying to fucking- I don't know- mold me into... whatever the fuck you want from me!"

The silence that followed felt a million times louder than Carmy's yelling. It was tense. It felt heavy and suffocating. If he hadn't been such a stubborn asshole, then maybe Carmy would have apologized to bring an end to the feeling.

And then, (Y/n) finally moved.

They shoved past him and stormed out of the room. They only stopped at the door because they had to grab their shoes and jacket.

"Running away instead of talking to me now, huh?"

"Go fuck yourself," (Y/n)'s response was quiet, spoken through gritted teeth and embarrassing tears. "I never wanted to mold you into anything. I just... I wanted you to stop hurting."

"Not your job-"

"Yeah, you're fucking right, it's not," they turned back to him. "But would you have ever fucking done anything about it on your own?"

His jaw clenched and he didn't respond.

"And I let you treat me like shit in the name of you getting better... but you never fucking worked to do anything about the shit you were dealing with!"

He almost jumped at the yelling.

Their voice went back to that quiet, angry tone, "Never fucking contact me. Forget that I fucking exist if that's what it takes for you to leave me the fuck alone. I don't care. I am done."

He didn't move to stop them as they pulled the door open.

"Go fuck yourself, Berzatto."

The last thing that Carmy heard that night was the sound of the door slamming shut.

Carmy's muttered a few curses to himself before slamming the phone back on the hook.

"Let's go," the cop instructed. "Before you get embarrassed anymore."

Carmy sighed and ran his hands over his face before following the cop. Neither one of them spoke until it was time for the cop to finally leave Carmy to sit in the cell in his own misery.

"For what it's worth," the cop said, "I think it was shitty that you were treated like that."

Carmy just nodded.

He didn't have the heart to respond... to tell the cop the truth...

that Carmy deserved to have his calls ignored.

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SparkMate

🍋NSFW

Pairing: (Transformers) Bumblebee x AFAB! GN! reader

Warning: robot sex, size kink, Bee has both genital, cum play, cum inflation, belly bulge, marking, Bee is a vibrator, reader is AFAB but no specified gender, omegaverse vibes, knotting, interspecies relationship, reader is human, praise kink, song lyrics used for dirty talk, Bee speaks through a radio

Bumblebee will be based off my own Au Of Transformers, Im rusty at drawing robots and mechs. So idk if I'll be able to draw him anytime soon but I kept him vague enough you can imagine different versions of him or even your own!. (Probably not Knightverse base)

Reader and Bee are both 20 (well him in human years)

"Has anyone seen Bee?"

You weren't met with an answer only knowing chuckles from the Autobots. You raised a brow as you looked up at them.

"What did you guys do this time?"

You put your hands on your hips as you send them a scolding look. Ready to hear what new prank they decided to do on the youngest bot. But they didn't spill - none of them held the same excitement or glee they usually did. You looked over to Optimus for help and he kneeled down, placing a hand out for you. You happily climbed on and he raised you to be eye level. He looked nervous as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't. As much as he was serious and calculating he was also a terrible liar when the fate of his kind wasn't at stake. Lying to the enemy? Easy. Lying to friends or family? God awful.

"Optimus…? What happened to Bee?"

Said bot cleared his throat as he looked at the others in hopes they'll chime in but they all dismissed him. Giving him a 'you can do it boss' as they all sat back and watched. He let out a sigh as he finally began to speak.

"He's experiencing what alot of our kind does at his age - when an autobot becomes an adult they are given- uh- cycles."

Your brow only raised further. Confused on what he meant. This only made him slump as he continued talking.

"Where ones spark seeks out another to bind with them, we call them sparkmates and until you find one the cycle will continue, it can cause the Autobot to become aggressive to possible threats to their spark bond and also— Ratchet shouldn't you explain this?"

Ratchet was already tired of his leader's unwillingness and awkward struggling. He rolled his eyes as he leaned down to more of your level. "Oh Primus." He muttered to himself as he moved.

"Bumblebee is experiencing what you humans would understand as a heat cycle, all Autobots experience this though how it may manifest varies, they are commonalities but some use combot as a way of bonding as an example - we are described as an asexual species but that doesn't mean we all unwilling to become intimate with ones sparkmates in a way humans often do."

"So- Bee is…..oh-" you couldn't even muster out the words. A hot flush reaching up to your cheeks down to the rest of your body. You didn't want to them to know what came to your mind. Pretending innocence as you gave him a questioning look.

"Is that why he's hiding away? Because he could start fighting people?"

"Oh sweet naive thing, Bee is not that kind of Bot, you should know that, he's hiding away because he is aroused." Ratchet patted you with one finger, standing back up to full height.

You flushed even harder. "He needs a Sparkmate, right? How long do these cycles last?"

"A month in your time." Ratchet confirmed. The bots were on earth so it made sense their bodies adjusted to different time zones.

"Ok yeah he definitely needs one - uh - do we just find another bot? Like- what do we do?"

You couldn't even believe it. Constantly horny for a whole month? Just the idea made you cringe. It was already frustrating enough but with no way to keep it at bay or have relief? Sounded horrible.

"I think you should visit him, see how he's feeling, this can be a very stressful time for bots, especially for the first time."

Optimus said, lowering you back down to the floor. A knowing tone lingering in his voice.

You looked unsure; what if he didn't want you there? He needed a mate. What if…he didn't want you to be his and that's why he's hiding. Not just from embarrassment but also because none of you were the one he wanted. You couldn't bond with him at all, you had no spark. You were probably the last person he wanted to be near him right now even if you are friends.

There was a sliver of hope in you. That he'd pick you and want you the way you wanted him. You loved Bee more than anything. But if he was in a heat cycle like that then what if he wasn't himself? Did something he'll regret - you didn't want to put him in that position.

"But- what if he-?"

"He will not do anything you won't want, we don't become mindless - just altered."

Optimuses words made you feel better but worry and insecurity still gnawed at you. Well, regardless of anything, your best friend is currently under a lot of stress right now and giving him your support is the least you can do. Even if he tells you to go away, you'll make sure he knows you are on his side and willing to help him find a mate or just listen to any issues be had. If it was anything similar to periods then he could really use that support.

You took in a breath and nodded your head. Marching off to Bee's room as Bulkhead let out a long whistle. You tried to dismiss the flames that licked at your cheeks but it was futile. Your heart was pounding hard against your ribs you were sure it would break.

Once you arrived you scanned your hand. Knocking on the wall as the door slid open. A voice announced your arrival and Bee let out a distressed whirr. The door slammed shut as you ventured further in. The whole room looked as it usually did, organised chaos everywhere but what surprised you were the low hanging cables surrounding what looked like a nest. All his cushions and blankets all tucked together to make a giant bed. Usually he would use his charging pod to sleep but it remained untouched.

The room was illuminated by the pod's blue glow, it mixed in the other lights that gleamed through the long vine like cable's. It seemed he put on all the night lights you gifted him. It made it feel like a peaceful disco. You wanted to laugh at the idea but then you heard another whirr. Reminding you of the situation.

"Bee? Are you feeling okay?" You called out, just stopping outside the nest.

"Ratchet and Optimus told me everything and I know it may be embarrassing but it's natural and I want you to know I'm here to support you - I know I'm no sparkmate but if you need me, I'm here."

Bee let out an annoyed buzz once the last sentence left your mouth. You hesitated, looking back at the door. You didn't want to deal with an aggressive Bumblebee. He may be the smallest but he was one of the best fighters in the team. Besides, you were a human. Just one flick could send you flying.

"Can I see you?" You asked, cringing at yourself knowing what you're doing is very stupid but Optimus said he wouldn't do anything you won't want. You can only hope that also includes violence.

As much as your brain wanted to focus on the fact he was horny and you were too - your gut tried to suppress it by focusing on fear instead. Hoping it would keep you on your toes instead of distracted and leading your actions with getting dick in mind.

There was a pause before he let out a defeated whirr. "come…in."

You inhaled a shaky breath before walking forward. Moving the cables out of your way as you got closer and closer. Stopping as you could finally peak through, eyes falling on Bumblebee's form. His antennae were drooping back as he looked at you with hooded eyes. His mask still covers the lower half of his face. Pillows were hugged close to his form to give him some decency as his fans hummed to life. You worried they were going to break from how intense they sounded.

"Hey, Bee, you holding up okay?"

He nodded. Lowering down so he was on all fours, still keeping himself flushed to a pillow which only made him squirm. You reached out and he leaned forward, letting you cup his face as his fans went even faster. He remained glue to your touch. Letting you smooth your palms over his head, his antennae twitching as his big eyes watched you.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this, Can I try and help you find a mate-"

He let out a growl. The sound made your heart jump. It was deep and sounded strained, static lingering beneath. Okay, don't talk about mates, noted. You weren't sure how to handle this. It was all so confusing.

"You….my mate…."

You didn't know it was even possible to get any more flustered. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as his words sunk in.

"How? I don't have a spark."

He nuzzled his face into your small palm as he reached for you. Pulling you closer with ease as your wobbly legs stumbled forward. "Mine."

The robot paused in his actions, still watching you as he let out a timid buzz. "Will you….be mine..?"

You nodded your head. Words Failing you as you stepped closer. Bee didn't say anything, suddenly pouncing towards you. Your back landed with a small 'thump' against his palm as he hovered over you. His mask retracted into his helmet as his face was finally visible to you. You loved his face, when he had his mask on he loved more robotic. You loved it just as much but his real face? It was smooth, dark grey in colour. Scars extending from his lips towards his ears, all left over from the incident where he lost his voice. Broken and ripped at by Decepticons. His eyes were also so wide with wonder and joy even after all he's been through. Shining a beautiful cyan. You loved seeing his real face the most.

"I trust you, Bee."

That gave him the reassurance he needed. His optics lowering down to the baggy shorts you were wearing, you squirmed under his gaze. Realising how you fit so perfectly in his hand. You leaned against two of his fingers; keeping you semi propped up. His thumb brushed against your thigh as it found its way between them. Scanning you up and down as your breath hitched. He found exactly what he was looking for as his thumb pressed down over your clothed core, the tip of his thumb on your clit. Rubbing slow tight circles as it vibrated in light waves.

Your back arched as you grabbed at his hand. Bucking your hips against him, needing more. Too many layers were in your way. Bee tilted his head as he watched you shift away from him, tugging on your shorts. He stopped his movements, worried he did something wrong but he was quickly proven wrong. Kicking your shorts and underwear as far as you could as you laid before him. Legs trembling as he could the shining slick coating your sex. He whirred as a smirk made its way on his face.

Bumblebee was a two sided coin. A warrior and a peacemaker. Shy but confident. He didn't know everything but he was just as good of a leader as Optimus. And as sweet as he was, he also had a cocky attitude. His ego easily stroked, just as easily as it was bruised.

And you knew that look in his optics. Pride swelling in his chest as he saw what he's done to you. You've barely started and yet you feel like a mess. Desperate for more.

"Keep going." You ordered, voice weaker than you wanted as you looked at his digit. It was still vibrating.

You knew he wanted to say something but he didn't. Just moving his thumb back and you let out a cry. Finally able to feel it properly, even now it still felt overwhelming. Able to feel it all over your sex as he tried to keep the focus on your bud.

If there was something Bee was talented for it was patience and watching. Due to being a scout he had a photographic memory and was able to wait days for a target. Even more so, he was built to not blink as much as the other bots. Needing to be able to see every detail and event which made his stare quite intense. It seemed even in this setting; he didn't plan on missing a single thing.

"Can you- Can you use your mouth?" He looked at his thumb and then back at your face. He understood what you meant and smiled. Letting out an excited buzz as he removed his thumb. Raising his hand enough to be comfortable as he rested his chin against the ball of his palm.

Nudging your legs open with his head with ease. You whined at how far you had to widen them, moving them to wrap against the curves of his helmet to get more comfortable. He pressed his lips against you, humming a song you recognized. Moments silence by Hozier, it wasn't Bee's normal taste in music but he enjoyed the song. You remember when you had to explain what it meant to him and he only buzzed. Adding it to his playlist.

It started off slow. Catching your breath as you grinded against his mouth. Sinking into his palm as your legs twitched. Humming along as the vibrations traveled from his throat to his tongue. Lapping at your juices as it engulfed your sex. Sucking on your clit as the chorus played, the intensity going from 0 to 100 too fast making you scream. You couldn't stop panting as the song went back to a slow melody. The peak of your orgasm just hanging by the thread as it slowly went away.

You were just about to catch what he was doing, grinding against the pillow he had pressed against him. His antennae twitching as he let out a low whirr. Trying to move his hips as discreetly as he could.

"Feels good, doesn't it, honey? Keep doing that, I want you to cum with me."

Bee let out a loud buzz. Obviously flustered from your words as he adjusted his hips. You looked down, straining your vision to see a faint blue glow. The head of his spike poked out from the plump pillow.

You whined. Bucking your hips against him, feeling the curve of his 'nose' nudge your clit as his tongue delved into your hole. "Bee- please - need to cum."

He buzzed as he pressed his face as flush as he could against you. Working you back up until the chorus struck you again. A loud string of whimpers escaped your trembling lips as you felt the peak flood back. Crashing against you as your back arched. Desperately grabbing at something to hold, finding his antenna the perfect thing. White flashed before your eyes as you came.

"Good boy, good- good Bee." You lazily patted against his helmet, he whirred at your praise. You felt like your soul was sucked out of you. Eyes fluttering as he moved you back to the nest.

Watching as you wiggled into the blanket's with a hum. He let out a noise of concern but you just cupped his face. Bringing him closer to you as you smiled. "I'm okay, I'm just a little tired."

He nodded but let out a strained whine as he accidentally brushed against the pillow. You were able to see it better now, its size made your heart slam against your chest. Stomach fluttering as you watched the way it twitched under your gaze. Girthy too, thicker than your entire thigh.

As if by magic you felt your energy sprung back inside you.

"You didn't get to cum, did you, Bee? Come here." You cooed, noticing the way he tried to keep moving his hips.

You ushered him closer, he let out an embarrassed buzz as his spike pressed against your clothed stomach. It reached your collarbone. You tried to bite back the moan that threatened to escape you.

You patted his chest plate as you tried to figure out how you were going to do this. Smiling to yourself as he shivered at your touch. His chest was always sensitive due to that's where his spark hid but this was new.

"Roll over Bee."

There was no hesitance. He immediately rolled over onto his back. Watching as you crawled between his legs and got yourself comfortable. Moving a pillow against you to prop you up better. At this angle you could finally see him in all his glory. His spike stood proud but what caught your attention was the plump folds underneath it. Glowing a gorgeous cyan like his eyes. You couldn't stop the drool forming in your mouth. Watching his hole clench under your gaze, completely in awe.

"Oh, Honey, what's this?" You teased, trailing your fingers along his folds. He let out a static filled noise, lips trembling tight together as he tilted his hips into your touch.

You plunged two fingers in, amazed by how soft it was inside. Spongy like rubber but didn't feel like it. Your fingertips felt like they were electric, a tingling sensation coating your fingers. You looked up at Bee who was covered in a dark blue-ish grey blush. Wrapping your arm around his spike as your hands couldn't even wrap around it. Jerking him off as you hugged it closed to your chest. Lowering your head to suck on the head of his spike making him jolt.

You were able to add two more fingers, fastening your pace as his fans turned up to the max. His legs twitching but trying not to move in fear he might accidentally kick you. His back arched as he thrusted upward. Loving how tight your arm was holding him.

Still sucking along what you could. Dragging your tongue along the blue lines that went around his spike like rings. He let out another loud static sound, fingers digging into the blanket's, surely ripping a few in the process.

"Making me……feel..so good!"

He didn't get time to say anything as you pulled the tip into your mouth. Watching the way you could just barely fit it in already- the warmth from your mouth. Feeling your tongue press against him. Curling your fingers inside as you did. It was too much-! His thick load shot down your throat, your eyes widening as you jumped. You gulped down what you could but there was just too much. Pulling yourself off with a wet pop as more cum squirted out. Your chest and face got splattered.

He let out a high pitched buzz as he scrambled up. Grabbing a thin blanket to wipe away his mess. You grabbed his finger and he immediately froze.

You battered your eyelashes at him, making him tilt his head. Opening your mouth as you roll out your tongue. Letting him see just how much he cummed in your mouth. It was all still there on your tongue. It felt like pop rocks.

"You… look good like this.."

There was your Bee. You could sense a shift in him. His anxious state melted away as you made a show of it. Grabbing the thick mess on your chest with a few fingers and sucking on them. Humming as you did.

"Dirty little..human."

He picked you up with ease. Ripping at your chest as you let out a yelp. Placing you on his stomach as you could just about straddle him. Your face was still covered in his cum but he had an idea. Smearing off what he could and began rubbing it down your chest. The pads of his thumbs rolling your nipples as the electric feeling coated them. Making you squirm at the small sparks that now covered your body.

"Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby?I want you."

if you weren't Unbearably horny you would have laughed at him playing Beyonce.

His finger moved around, down to your ass. Giving it a small light tap that made you clench. Another small demonstration of how much more powerful he is than you. To him that was nothing but you could feel the light sting. It made you tremble in delight knowing despite this it wasn't too long ago he was whimpering under your touch.

The pressure of his hand made you lean forward. Adjusting yourself so his chest plate didn't dig into your stomach. His finger running against your sex. Covering it in as much cum as he could. The drag of his digit made you gasp as it brushed on your sensitive bud. The very tip of his finger prodding into your hole.

"Open up on the inside, gonna fill you up, gonna make you cry."

The song lyrics caught you by surprise. Flushing as he kept a slow pace. Working you open as you clutched at his chest plate. Rolling your hips back to get more of him. Even just a finger was too much.

He was so big.

He didn't even get down to his knuckle and you felt utterly full. Crying out as he thrusted his finger in faster. Hearing how wet you were with each sloppy squelch.

"Excited?" He teased, already knowing the answer. You hid your face into his chest plate, tears sparkling in your eyes as he kept fucking you as deep as he could.

"Dont- don't tease! You know I want you."

He let out a purr in content. Happy to hear you say it. You only felt your head spin as you peered back. Watching the way his finger sinked into you. Your eyes drifting to his spike.

How would you even be able to take his spike? Would it even fit? Could it even fit?! But yet, the idea of it all only turned you on more. You were just barely able to process the movement of his chest, revealing his spark just enough for you to see it. You sat up making him hit right into your g-spot. Jolting in surprise and pleasure as you let out a moan.

"Your spark-"

You couldn't even speak without becoming breathless. Whining as he removed his finger and scrunched himself up as he semi sat up. You sex pressed along his spike as you were forced to move back making you both moan.

He positioned it to your entrance, guiding your body up so he could put it in properly. Watching you squirm as you rubbed your soaked folds along the tip. What was left of his cum was still dribbling down his spike making it lubricated enough for you to move.

His thumb came back to your clit, sending a low vibration to it all over again. Holding your hip with the rest of his hand as you sank down. The fat head of his spike just pushed in with a small grunt. It felt like centuries. Slowly moving lower and lower as you feel yourself get completely stretched out. Trying not to clench down and keep your breathing steady as he kept playing with your clit.

You let out a strained gasp as you felt yourself completely sink down to the base. Both of you stilled as you got adjusted to the sensation. Bee was whimpering as he used all his will power to not jerk his hips. If you kept clenching around him like that he was sure he was going to cum again.

He held your hips with one hand, keeping one finger under your ass and the rest on your hips and his thumb remained on your clit. You did your best to move on your own, keeping a steady pace up and down. Each hit hitting your pleasure spot as you arched your back. Clawing at his chest plate as his spark reached out for you. Sparks of electricity running up your arms as you mewled. It was warm, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. It caresses your skin as it seeps into your very being.

Your pleasure doubled as if you could feel his own. With heavy eyelids you looked at him. Your mouth parted as a light trail of drool dripped from your tongue. The tears that beaded in your eyes became fat drops as you slammed your hips down. Unable to reach the base due to him supporting your ass. You slapped at the finger as you couldn't stop strings of moans flying out.

He got the message and moved his finger. Letting you bounce to the base. His fingers dug into your flesh as you grew closer to your peak. For sure leaving large bruises but at this point you couldn't care. You were happy to show off any mark he left you.

"Good Bee, so good- going to make me cum."

He whimpered at your words. You latched onto his antennae, which he bent towards you, completely stretching out your body as he ducked his head. You were able to pull yourself up until the tip was the only thing left before slamming your back down. The sudden fullness made the tightening cord in your gut snap.

Throwing your head back as your fingers brushed against his helmet. Grabbing at his thighs as he held you up. Your orgasm left your head dizzy. Falling back as he thrusted up. Chasing his own release, as he whirred.

"Mine." He growled out as he pushed down. Snapping his hips into you. His orgasm is just as strong as the one before. Completely coating your walls. Whispering as he fucked it into you.

What made your head snap down was the feeling of his spike bulging inside you. Right at the bottom, locking you in place. His thumb brushed along your stomach making you follow his movements. Whining as you saw your stomach bulge out. Pressing your own hand to your belly to feel the head of his spike. The bump growing ever so slightly as more of his cum pumped into you.

"Is this normal?" You gestured to the bump peaking out of your sex. Lifting yourself not to much avail as you were completely locked to him.

He nodded his head. Looking bashful as he kept caressing your stomach. You smiled at him as you pressed your face to his chest plate. His sparks energy still threading into your veins keeping you in a constant glow. Absolutely hazy from the pleasure.

"Thank you for choosing me to be your Sparkmate."

He shook his head. "Perfect…for me…" thanking his flexibility as he completely towered over you. Tilting your head back, pressing his lips to yours. Or atleast, due to his size, his top lip whilst the rest was pressed against your chin.

You giggled into the kiss as you grabbed his helmet. Scratching under his antennae making him purr. His tongue poked your lip and you happily let it in, choking around it as he put only half of it in. It was able to touch every inch of your mouth, feeling the tip in your throat.

Your lips hungrily moving against his, clawing at his helmet as you breathed through your nose. You felt the knot grow tighter as he muffled your moans. When you finally parted you were left panting. Shakily gulping up air. Flopping down against his chest where you traced your fingers along the plating around his spark.

"So….um- how long are we going to be connected like this." You bashfully asked, fumbling with your words as you noticed a flicker in his optics.

"Not that I don't enjoy it-! I'm just wondering!"

"I don't know…" He paused, hugging you close to his chest as he suddenly moved on all fours. Pushing pillows underneath you so you're fully supported and propped up.

"But maybe… another round..could… loosen it up."

You let out a small noise as you trembled. A familiar throb coming back as you grabbed at his chest. "O-okay-!"

Ratchet leaned away from the door. Just missing the sound you made as Bumblebee started moving.

He coughed into his hand and looked at the other bots. "They seem to be doing just fine, I think it's best we leave them for the next….few hours."

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Hear My Heart

AN: everyone deserves to be loved no matter what

Synopsis: You've had a disability since you were eight years old and never knew if true love would ever exist for you until you met someone named Jack

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Hearing Impaired!Reader

Requested by: my ✨️ anon 💖

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You were startled by your manager Denise tapping you on your shoulder as you were trying to make sure everything was ready for the night for whoever the guest performer was. You didn't bother to look at the flier or any of the advertisements, but everyone seemed to be excited. Scrolling through your phone an hour ago, you saw that the performer would be Jack Harlow and he would have a mini residency for the next three weeks in Miami.

You were excited and didn’t stop talking your ear off to your best friend McKenzie ever since you found out.

Of course she looked at you dumbfounded but remembered that you had been living under a rock for the past two months.

As you looked up, Denise's mouth was moving, but when you didn't respond, she immediately rolled her eyes and that's when you turned your hearing aids back up to hear her.

"Pumpkin! You have got to stop turning down your hearing aids!" She exclaimed while throwing her hands up in the air.

This wasn’t the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

"It was getting too loud." You said while shrugging as you looked around at multiple people who were also setting up for the night.

"You do realize you work in a nightclub, correct? There's bound to be some type of noise. And what if there is an emergency when you do that?!"

Denise was your Godmother and your mother's best friend and the two of you were inseparable just how they were when they were younger. Your parents were hesitant about you leaving home in Georgia and living on your own in a completely different state and environment and only allowed you to go if you lived near your Godparents and worked at their nightclub.

The parents were not taking no for an answer

You knew to be careful, you felt like your hearing was fading by the day and soon you wouldn't be able to hear at all.

Doesn't really work out well for people who dream of being a performer.

So this is the closest that you would get to making that a reality.

You were a local favorite who would perform covers as well as original songs every Friday. Everyone knew you and loved your voice and it took your mind off of the reality of what was to come. It had been awhile since you did it, but was thinking of getting back into it soon.

Besides, you didn’t know how much longer that you would be able to hear.

But day in and day out, you would stress your Godmother out to no end and she never let you forget it.

"I'll keep them turned on for the rest of the night to make you happy." You answered while being sarcastic.

"Y/N, I'm serious. If something happens to you, your parents will kill me."

"I'm 23 years old and I am tired of being treated like this little fragile thing! I'm an adult and I have a disability that I have had to adapt to and be okay with since I was eight years old but I'm NOT helpless!" You said placing the last box on the table and making your way out of the room with Denise calling after you.

"Pumpkin! Baby girl! I didn't mean to upset you… I just…"

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and dabbed at the corners of your eyes to catch the tears in order for you not to mess up your makeup.

This was the argument that would happen between your parents and now your Godmother at least once a month. You understood why they were so protective over you, but you almost felt as if they were suffocating you.

You thought the move to Miami would be refreshing, but you were quickly growing tired of it and was deciding if you were going to pack up in the middle of the night and disappear.

All four of them would have the FBI looking for you within an hour.

Your Godfather David was a bit more lenient and understanding when it came to you and that had been the case ever since you were little.

When you came up with an idea of wanting to try something new, he always had to talk them into letting you do it.

You just sighed while fixing your dress and looking at your phone.

It was now getting close to 10 pm and people would be arriving soon since Jack was due to perform around 11.

The only highlight about your night was that you got to see Jack Harlow and then you would be able to go home and stuff your face with pizza rolls.

Until then, you would just hang out at the bar with your best friend McKenzie who you had convinced to make the move with you.

The two of you had known each other since you were six years old when you shared your 64 pack of Crayola crayons with her and wouldn’t let anyone else touch them.

Inseparable ever since.

She helped you through your diagnosis when the two of you were only eight even if she couldn’t quite understand what was happening and never left your side.

You made your way over to the bar to see her already starting to mix drinks for eager customers. After she had finished serving them, she turned to you.

“What’ll it be, bestie?”

“Anything to take the edge off of wanting to jump off the nearest cliff.”

“Pumpkin, come on. It can’t be that bad.”

“But it is Kenzie! They never allow me to do anything and I’m just so tired of it.”

“I get it, but they want to protect you.”

“I can be protected without being smothered and I can literally feel her eyes in the back of my head right now.”

Sure enough when Mckenzie looked up she saw Denise looking at you with concern in her eyes.

“They love you and only want the best for you just like I do. I mean I did move to Miami for you.”

“You moved to Miami to be close to the beach and find you a girlfriend so please stop lying and telling me that you did this for me because I will turn down my hearing aids and it’ll be like you’re talking to a wall.”

“PUMPKIN! DO NOT START!”

“Too late.”

Mckenzie just rolled her eyes before setting an amaretto sour in front of you which you slowly started to sip on.

“Appreciate you.”

“Bitch, where the fuck is my tip?”

“Up my ass, now give me another one.”

All McKenzie did was raise her eyebrows at you.

“PLEASE.”

“Thought so.”

Just then it was announced that Jack would be coming to the stage and you decided to turn up your hearing aids a little bit higher and McKenzie noticed.

“Oh, so you can turn them on for Jack, but not your best friend?”

“You started to annoy me so I turned them down. Jack doesn’t annoy me.”

“I’m going to kick your ass once we leave here.”

It was the middle of Jack’s performance when McKenzie had nudged you and you turned to look over at her.

“Hmm?”

“He’s staring at you.”

“Who?!”

“Jack is.”

“No he isn’t…. Wait…. Is he really? Is there something on my face? Did one of my lashes fall off? Is there something in my teeth?”

“No, you look gorgeous as always. I just feel like he’s been looking an awful lot in your direction during his set, truth be told since he hit the stage.”

“McKenzie, did you smoke without me today? Because it’s giving delusional.”

“No, because I didn’t buy anymore since we smoked it all last night and it’s true!”

“Hmm.”

“But you’re off limits anyway.”

“Says who?!”

“Says me. No one is going to get to you without those two approving anyway and he’s doing a residency here?”

“Kenzie, I’m a grown ass woman who is able to make decisions for herself.”

“I completely agree so this leads into my next question, how much do you want to bet that by the end of the night he’ll ask you for your number?”

“Kenzieeeee!”

“What?! Come on 50 dollars! You can bet me 50 dollars!”

Jack’s set had been over for about fifteen minutes when you suddenly felt someone sit down next to you at the bar. You didn’t pay it any mind until McKenzie looked up from wiping down the bar and her eyes went wide.

You looked at her dumbfounded until you heard his voice and immediately stopped your movements.

“What are you drinking, pretty girl? Mind if I buy you another one?” You turned to see that Jack was in fact talking to you and you felt your heart speed up at a ridiculous rate.

“Um, amaretto sour.”

He simply handed McKenzie his card while not breaking eye contact with you.

“So does the pretty girl have a pretty name to go along with it?” Jack curiously asked you and you were doing everything in your power in order not to look crazy in front of him. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack at this very moment.

“Y/N. But my friends call me Pumpkin.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Jack.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Couldn’t help but to notice you over here during my set and I wanted to get to know you better if you’d let me. Since only your friends call you pumpkin, I want to be able to call you that too and maybe more.”

McKenzie was watching this entire exchange unfold and she was hoping that you would say yes while trying to also not mess up anyone’s drink order.

Your last relationship didn’t end well and you had just about turned into a hermit ever since which bothered her to no end. As much as she wanted for you to get back out there, you refused.

“I’d like that.”

The two of you exchanged numbers with Jack promising to text you before the night was over.

You turned back to McKenzie and she eagerly smiled at you and slid your drink towards you.

“You owe me 50 dollars.”

You and Jack had been getting to know each other just about every day he didn’t have a show and it was a breath of fresh air spending time with him. It was almost as if the two of you didn’t just meet, but had known each other for years.

The two of you were now at your favorite hole in the wall taco place and you put your curly hair up into a ponytail so that nothing would get into your food.

This was the first time that you thought Jack had noticed your hearing aids and you could tell he was looking over at you with curiosity as you took a nacho into your mouth.

“So, are you going to ask me?”

“Ask you what?” Jack responded while stealing one of your nachos.

You simply pointed to your hearing aids and Jack simply shrugged.

“You’ve been staring at me since I put my hair up. Aren’t you curious? It seems like everyone is when they see me with them.”

“I'm staring at you because I think you're pretty and why does it matter? I figured you would tell me when you were ready to and besides I saw that you had them when we met. Still didn’t stop me from wanting to talk to you and it doesn’t now.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

“I’m very observant. Especially when it comes to things that I like.”

“Oh, and I’m guessing you like me?” You asked while fluttering your eyelashes and Jack couldn’t help but to do anything but laugh.

“This is our fourth date, isn’t it? That should tell you something.”

“It is. And good because I like you too.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before you continued to talk.

“I started losing my hearing when I was eight. Different doctors, different specialists, no one could do anything about it. And they told me it would get to a point where I wouldn’t be able to hear at all anymore. Kind of sucks for a girl who wanted to be an entertainer, but my parents set me up with learning sign language then because eventually I’ll have to use it. I do that as a side hustle, signing for people at different events around Miami.”

“Thank you for telling me that, I know that it has to be difficult at times.”

“It is, but I have an advantage that not a lot of other people have. When I’m tired of listening to the outside world, I simply turn them off.”

“If we ever get into a disagreement, I take it that would be your go to strategy?”

“No, I think you’re too cute for me to stay mad at. My parents on the other hand are a different story.”

—

“So, your new girlfriend is deaf?” Urban asked while looking over at his best friend.

“No, she can hear but she told me it almost sounds like background noise so she can't distinguish who's talking, but she wears hearing aids to help. But doctors have told her that eventually it will get to the point where she won’t be able to hear anymore. And she’s not my girlfriend, not yet anyway.”

“I definitely noticed that first night how you kept staring at her. And the two of you have gone on like six dates, what’s the hold up? Does she know sign language?”

“Just want to take my time and get to know her and she does.”

“Hmm, I wonder if she can teach me how to cuss people out.”

“URB!”

“What?! What I say?”

“You wonder if who can teach you how to do what?” Neelam asked while coming into the room and looking at the two of them.

“Jack’s new girlfriend is deaf and knows sign language. While partially deaf I should say. You know short girl with the curly hair who he has now been spending more time with than me.”

“Damn, Urb just throw the whole damn tree at this point with all the shade.” Jack said while laughing.

“Urban, you are already a menace, she doesn’t need to teach you anything. And don’t you think Jack gets tired of looking at your ass all the time?”

“WHY NOT?! AND NO I’M NOT! AND NO HE DOESN’T!” Urban exclaimed and Jack stifled a laugh.

“Knowing her she would probably do it too. She already turns down her hearing aids if her parents start to get on her nerves, godparents included.” Jack added while shaking his head.

“So, when am I properly going to meet her? Her godparents own the club, right?”

“They do and you can meet her tonight. She’s just about always there.”

“Her friend she’s always with is cute too.”

“And her friend is also a lesbian so keep it moving.”

“Oh, I respect it. Does she have any more friends?”

“I’ll ask.”

Jack sent you a quick text to let you know that Urban wanted to meet you. He figured that he would start with him first before introducing you to the rest of PG.

Curly Haired White Boy- Y/N, my best friend wants to meet you tonight

You- if it’s Urban tell him my requirements are for him to bring a blunt to share

Curly Haired White Boy- Why am I not surprised? Lmaooo

You- I mean that’s the only proper way to meet someone right?

Curly Haired White Boy- Since when?!?

You- idk since forever?

Curly Haired White Boy- I’ll be sure to tell him. He’s excited to meet you. Also wanted to know if you had any other friends besides McKenzie?

You- I have associates. Closest one is Camille, however she has baby mama drama. The other is Alexis. She sells drugs.

Curly Haired White Boy- Wait, what!?

You- She was with this girl, they got married, had a kid with a sperm donor that she carried, now going through a divorce when she realized she wanted her wife’s boss who is a guy. Oh and he’s the actual baby daddy because she cheated. Sperm donor my ass. I would never subject your best friend to that dumpster fire on wheels. Oh and Alexis is a pharmacy tech. She sells drugs the legal way. He might like her. I’ll put in a word for him.

Curly Haired White Boy- Oh, um okay then

You- Can’t wait to see you tonight, I’ll be sure to wear your favorite color

Curly Haired White Boy- Can’t wait to see you

You got to the club a little later than the time you told Jack that you would be here, but when you were finally in his line of sight, he made his way over to you with who you assumed was Urban in tow.

And as promised, you were wearing one of your newest dresses that happened to be a deep purple along with a simple pair of black heels.

“Hey babe. You look gorgeous.” Jack greeted you as he leaned down to kiss you and you quickly hugged him.

“Hey, thank you, sorry I’m late, misplaced one of my hearing aids and it had actually fallen in the trash can in the bathroom and took me about 45 minutes to find so yeah but I’m here and oh you must be the infamous Urban that I hear so much about?”

“Wait, how did you lose them?” Jack asked while looking at you and you just shrugged.

“I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached. Kenzie yells at me all the time about it.”

“The one and only. He’s only told you good things, right?”

“Define good things.” You said as you raised your eyebrows before laughing.

“HEY! I did only tell you good things!”

“He did, Urban, you have nothing to worry about. But for now, I actually have to work as much as I don’t want to so head on over to V.I.P. and I’ll come find you later.”

“Okay, don’t work too hard.” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I promise, I won’t. Besides, if they start to get on my nerves, I’ll just stay in V.I.P. with you the rest of the night.”

“BABE!”

“What?! They better be happy I don’t turn off my hearing aids.”

“You have got to stop doing that.”

—

You and Jack had now been together for one year and counting and you honestly could not have been happier.

Your parents as well as your godparents absolutely adored him and he was honestly the first boyfriend of yours that they actually liked. Which was surprising.

And his parents adored you right along with his younger brother Clay.

The long distance did get you sad sometimes, but it would instantly go out of the window when Jack would surprise you when he had small breaks in between appearances. He always told you that you were more than welcome to come with him any time you wanted and that you didn’t have to pay for anything.

This time, the two of you were laying in Jack’s king sized bed in his house that he just purchased in Louisville. You were convinced that the bed was going to swallow you whole or that you were going to get lost in it because it was so big.

No one told your boyfriend to be 6’3, but here we are.

“Baby girl?” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss your nose.

“Hmm?” You muttered while your eyes were still closed, but held onto Jack tighter. Your flight had gotten in extremely early in the morning and all you wanted to do was sleep. You had been on overdrive the last few days being at the club and also being an ASL interpreter for small events around Miami.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” You said while opening your eyes and looking at him.

“I want you to teach me sign language.”

“Really?” You asked excitedly while getting the biggest smile on your face.

"Well, yeah. I want to always be able to tell you I love you even if it isn't with my voice. I don’t want a day to go by that I’m not able to tell you how much you mean to me."

Your eyes immediately watered and you couldn’t do anything but eagerly nod your head yes.

“Of course I will and I love you too.”

“I just thought about how neither of us know how long you’ll still have your hearing and I want to be prepared.”’

“Thank you for thinking of me.” You quietly said as Jack had wiped away your tears.

“Always, a day never passes when I don’t.”

“I’ll go easy on you to start and then we’ll get into the more complicated things. We’ll start with the alphabet first.”

“Oh, and I should warn you, Urb wants you to teach him cuss words.”

“Shit, say less. But, why am I not surprised?” You said while laughing.

“Can you imagine? Me and Urb going back and forth and only you would know what we were saying?”

“That is about to be hilarious and I cannot wait. How much longer do we have until we go see my parents?”

“Yeah, the parents that love you more than their own biological child.”

“Stop being dramatic. I mean your mom did say she wishes she had a daughter and was very excited that I was dating her big headed son.”

“She did NOT say that last part!” Jack looked at you dumbfounded, but all you could do was laugh.

“How much you wanna bet!?”

“Anyway we have about three hours.”

“Oh, I have to start getting ready.”

“Babe? You need three hours to get ready?” Jack asked while pinching your cheek and you immediately swatted his hand away.

“Unless you want us to be late, I suggest that you unhand me.”

“Why do I have to unhand you when we could just save water?”

“Jackman, no funny business.”

“I don’t know what you mean, my love. What is this funny business that you speak of?”

“Knowing you we won’t meet them in three hours, but in six.” You responded while rolling your eyes.

“And? I don’t see the problem. Just let me put the tip in.”

“Bye, Jackman.” You said while turning away from him and then standing up from the bed.

“So? Is that a yes?”

“It’s ‘a you better come on before I change my mind’.”

“Shit, don’t have to tell me twice. Start the shower and do NOT have it so hot it’s like we’re at the gates of hell like you did last time.”

“Jackman, I will make you shower by yourself if you don’t shut up and stop complaining.”

“Babe, come onnnnn. You were lowkey trying to burn me.”

“I was NOT!”

“I beg to differ.”

Both of you were now sitting at the dinner table in Jack’s parents house along with Clay and you were excited because Maggie had told you that she bought a new red wine that she thought that you would like.

Brian just finished asking you how you liked Jack’s new house and you said that it needed a few splashes of color and that you would add your touch to it while Jack was rolling his eyes and you noticed Maggie eyeing you as you started to take a sip of your wine.

“Ma, why do you keep staring at Y/N like that?” Jack asked before laughing.

“Because there’s something different about her.”

“Different how? I changed my hair since the last time you saw me.” You asked as you continued to sip on your wine.

You would definitely be taking the bottle home and would thank Maggie for getting it for you.

“I noticed that when we talked on facetime the other day, not your hair. You’re pregnant.”

“WHAT?!” Jack exclaimed and you immediately got a confused look on your face while Clay simply looked between the two of you.

“No, I’m not.” You said unsure of yourself as you stopped drinking your wine and set the glass back down but not before pouring the rest into Clay’s glass since you were now nervous.

“Are you sure? The glow is definitely there that people talk about and I can see it. I also had a dream about fish last night. I don’t want to scare you, just a thought.”

That was when you tried to remember when your last period was and you were coming up short. You didn’t even want to look over at Jack at the moment.

“Sooo, yeah I’ll be back.” Jack said getting up from the table and grabbing his keys while you just sat there staring off into space.

“If you are, I’m glad it’s you that he got pregnant and not his ex-girlfriend because she was a piece of work.” Maggie tried to whisper to you, but of course Brian and Clay heard her.

“MAGGIE!” Brian exclaimed while looking at her but he just shrugged while Clay was laughing.

“What? I’m telling the truth!”

Curly Haired White Boy- Babe, I’m going to get a pregnancy test for you, I’ll be back

You- Um yeah good idea

Curly Haired White Boy- Don’t be scared baby girl, you have me and I’m not going anywhere

You- Love you big head

Curly Haired White Boy- Love you more

When Jack came back in fifteen minutes, you immediately ran to the bathroom to take the test while Jack was pacing outside the door.

“You’re going to put a hole in the floor if you don’t stop.” Clay said while not even looking at his older brother.

“Can you blame me?!”

“Yes, I can blame you. You were the one who knocked her up.”

“Cut the shit, Clay!”

“I was just saying!”

You had been in there for at least twenty minutes and as soon as Jack was about to knock on the door and see if you were okay, you opened it.

“Baby? What did it say?”

“Looks like we’re about to be somebody’s parents.”

It had been about two months since you found out you were pregnant and you really weren’t showing yet. At first you were excited, a little scared, but excited nonetheless and now reality was setting in.

Jack had asked you to move in with him and you quickly agreed and of course McKenzie moved to Kentucky right along with you.

Since apparently now her and Urban were a thing.

After she swore off men for the rest of her life, here she was.

She was convinced that wherever you went, she had to go too.

And you were not going to put up a fight about it either. It helped having her close to you and served as having a little piece of home.

You made sure to tell your parents as well as godparents what was happening when you had touched down in Kentucky when all of your things were fully moved into the house so they didn’t have anything to say about it or put up a fight.

What were they going to do? Come and get you to bring you back?

They just thought you were visiting Jack more often, but what you were really doing was moving in.

As of right now, the two of you were in London and Jack had just gotten finished one of his performances and you were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine in order to get ready for bed while Jack was in the bedroom pacing back and forth and debating whether he was going to ask you or not.

Ask you to marry him that is.

He had mentioned to Urban about three months ago about wanting to ask you and he told him to go for it knowing that you weren’t going to say no.

Now every time Urban saw you, he would look at your ring finger, notice it was bare, and then look at Jack and roll his eyes because he was taking so long.

The door was slightly ajar and he could see you so he figured he might as well get it over with before he talked himself out of it.

For the fourth time in the past week.

“Baby, I wanted to ask you something, but I just want you to listen for a minute. You came into my life when I least expected it and now that you’re in it I can’t see myself without you. When I first saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and I’ve been obsessed ever since. From the way you laugh, our shared love for pizza, the way you care about others, while also taking time to care for yourself and loving me through everything that has happened in the past year. I know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be by my side and that is all I could ever ask for. I just want to make this official and don’t want to wait any longer. So, Y/N Y/M/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

At this exact moment, Jack was down on one knee and you fully opened the door, saw the ring and immediately slammed the door while trying not to have a panic attack.

You figured this was a good time to turn your hearing aids back up.

“Baby!” Jack said while coming over to the door and trying to open it and failing.

“I… JACKMAN! Are you serious?!”

“Did you not have your hearing aids turned on!? YES I’M SERIOUS!”

“No! I took them out to clean them and I just put them back in!” You exclaimed a little upset because you had missed everything that he said.

“So, you didn’t hear ANY of that?!”

“No! But, you’re really serious?!”

“Yes, I’m serious! Baby, open the door!”

You did as you were told and opened it to see Jack staring down at you.

“No bullshit?” You asked as you could feel your eyes welling up with tears.

“No bullshit, I want to be able to call you my wife for real.”

“Like seriously?”

“Yes, baby girl. I’m serious for the third time and have been thinking about asking you for a while.”

“So you really love me?” You asked and Jack looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N, I just asked you to marry me, did I not?”

“Oh, well I guess that’s true.”

“Baby, are you going to give me an answer? Low key panicking over here.”

“Well duh!”

“Duh what?!?”

“THAT I’LL MARRY YOU BIG HEAD!”

“Usually people say yes, not duh!” Jack exclaimed while you were still trying to make sense of everything.

“Well I’m not people! I’m Y/N!”

“What am I going to do with you?” Jack jokingly asked as he slipped the ring on your finger and all you could do was smile and admire it.

“Nothing, now because your ass is stuck with me!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jack answered as he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips.

“You just don’t know how much I love you. I never thought in a million years that this would be a reality for me.”

“And you just don’t know how much I love you too. I’m happy that you let your guard down with me and let me love you the way that you deserve.”

You finished putting your hair up and laid down next to Jack while you moved over to lay on his chest and he quickly embraced you.

“Your heartbeat calms me and I love laying on you and listening to it when my mind is running 1000 miles per hour.” You said and Jack leaned down to look at you.

“What are you thinking?”

“What if she’s deaf?” You quietly asked.

“So, what if she is? That isn’t going to make her any less perfect. She’ll be perfect because we made her.”

“I would never forgive myself for it. I want her to be able to experience all of the things that I couldn’t do.”

“Whatever happens, she is going to live a full life and we’re going to make sure of it. You need to stop blaming yourself.”

“Easier said than done. I never saw myself becoming a parent so this has unlocked new fears for me.” You quietly confessed. Your biggest fear was passing on your disability to your offspring so you had it made up in your mind ever since you were fourteen that unless you found the person that you wanted to spend your life with, you weren’t about to have any kids.

Well, then Jack came into the picture.

“Of course we’re going to have them because she’s literally ours. That goes through every parent’s mind. But remember we’re a team and we’re doing this together.”

“I know. You’re right.” You were so excited when you saw the positive pregnancy test and now all of the fears that had been in the back of your mind are making themselves known.

“Still won’t make me love her or you any less so you can get that out of your mind right now because I know that’s what you’re thinking.” Jack said as he tilted your chin to make you look up at him.

“I can’t help it. I just…”

“I love you for making my life complete and now we're about to add our little girl to that."

“And no matter what happens, she’ll be perfect because like you said, she’s ours.”

It was around 3 in the morning when Jack woke you up by placing several kisses on your cheeks because you had to catch a flight to Sweden for the next show, you lazily got out of the comfortable bed and started to get ready.

“Come on, mamas. You can sleep on the plane.”

“Only if I get cuddles from you, otherwise, I’m not moving.”

“Babe, you know you can have all the cuddles you want and you know that you never have to ask.”

“Is this how it feels being with a morning person because this is downright ghetto. It is literally three in the morning.”

“Congratulations, you learned how to tell time.”

“I will kick your ass, Harlow. Watch it.”

“Hmm, you sure about that?”

“Better, yet, I’ll tell Maggie.”

Jack immediately stopped his movements to look over at you and all you did was smirk.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you were getting settled on the plane, Urban did a double take as he looked down at your finger.

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

“Urb, shut uppppp. It’s too early!” You exclaimed while burying your face deeper into Jack’s hoodie that you were wearing.

“So, he did it last night?!”

“Did what?” You asked, looking at him confused.

Urban gestured to your ring finger and all you did was smile and Jack came and sat next to you.

“I did it and she heard absolutely none of the speech I prepared beforehand because she took out her hearing aids and failed to tell me.”

“Damn.” Urban said as he grabbed your hand to look at your ring.

“At least your man has good taste. Or was it me?”

“Sorry about that. And Urb did you help him pick it out?”

“Urb helping was him asking Kenzie and then reporting back to me and she was sworn to secrecy.”

“I still get my credit though. I did help.”

“And then she proceeded to slam the door in my face because I startled her and I was on one knee with the ring when she fully opened the bathroom door.”

Urban busted out laughing while shaking his head.

“You scared me. Completely caught me off guard.”

“Then proceeded to ask me if I was serious and if I loved her multiple times even though I most definitely had just asked her to marry me.”

“I had to be sure! This is a big decision.”

“I told you she wasn’t going to say no.”

“But it took her almost fifteen minutes it seems like to give me an answer.”

“I wasn’t that long!”

“Speak for yourself! Had me up there sweating and panicking!”

“I’ll make it up to you later once I get some sleep.”

Once all of you had landed and gotten to the hotel, all you did was take a shower and hopped in the bed to get ready to go back to sleep and was whining that Jack had a few interviews and wouldn’t be able to lay down with you and that was when your notification for instagram went off.

1 New Message from BadGalRiRi

Hey, Y/N, I see that you’re a well known ASL interpreter around Miami and I would love to work alongside you for when I do the super bowl in February. You let me know and I can send over the setlist so we can get started.

You let out the most ear piercing scream known to man startling Jack and him looking over at you confused.

“Uh, baby? You okay over there?”

“NO! YES! NO! I DON’T KNOW!”

“I have no idea what that means so start explaining.”

All you did was shove your phone towards Jack so he could read the message and his eyes went wide.

“Not my baby being asked to perform at the super bowl with Rihanna. You better say yes.”

“I.. I don’t even know what to say.”

“YES OBVIOUSLY!”

“ I AM JACKMAN! I MEANT IN GENERAL!”

“I’m so so proud of you.” Jack said as he leaned over to kiss your temple.

“Oh….”

“Oh what?”

“I have to pick out my outfit and I’m about to be VERY pregnant come February.”

After you had responded to Rihanna, someone on her team had gotten in contact with you and sent over the setlist. It helped that you had about a month and a half to prepare and that you were a big fan and familiar with her music.

Every single time you practiced, Jack was just sitting there watching you in awe and the one time that you caught him, you couldn’t help but to get a startled look on your face.

“Yes, Jackman? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“So, I need a reason to be able to look at my girl now?”

“No.”

“I’m looking at you because I love you and admire you.”

“Cut it out before I start to cry. These hormones are no joke, sir.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“I know you are and I love you for that.”

“When are you actually going to run through the entire performance with her and everyone else?”

“A few days before the show. It helps that I already know all of her songs and that I know them well.”

“And I’m still struggling to learn the alphabet.”

“It takes time and it doesn’t come overnight, babe. You’ll get there.”

“Wait, babe, teach me how to sign bring that pussy over here.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“What?! I thought I’d ask since you’re teaching Urban cuss words!”

“Remind me why I said yes to marrying you again?”

“Don’t start!”

“You started it, I’m just the one finishing it!”

You let out a sigh of relief as Rihanna’s halftime performance had just ended and you couldn’t wait to take the heels that you were wearing off. You were only six months, but you felt as if you were about to pop any day now.

Jack had helped you down off of the platform that you were standing on and immediately hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“You did amazing, baby. Very proud of you.”

“Thank you boo. I’m just glad it’s over so I can take these shoes off. And I’m proud of you too and your commercial. Even though Urban was a little traitor at the end.”

“HEY! I HEARD THAT!”

“Did I lie?!”

“PUMPKIN, COME ON. ELTON JOHN THOUGH?! DO YOU BLAME ME?”

“No, you right though. I would have probably done the same thing.” You said as all of you walked back to the skybox that you had been sitting in before to enjoy the rest of the game.

“Babe?” You said as you grabbed his hand and he quickly looked down at you.

“What’s going on mamas?”

“You have about 7 minutes until your fiance turns into a different person because she’s hungry.”

“I offered to share my buffalo wings with you earlier, but you just wanted to sit in the corner and be cute and say no.”

“I didn’t want sauce on my dress!”

“I had the old bay ones you like too! They didn’t have sauce.”

“Urban, come get your best friend.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Both of you irk me to no end.”

For the next few weeks after the super bowl, of course they talked about Rihanna, but they were mentioning you every time you turned around.

You had lost count over how many times you were being tagged on instagram in posts highlighting little clips of your performances.

It was funny because a lot of your family had sent calls and text messages congratulating you on being pregnant and getting to sign at the super bowl since they didn’t know anything beforehand and you wanted to keep it as a surprise.

The latest headline had you smiling to no end and Jack was looking at you wondering what was going on.

Jack Harlow’s pregnant fiance Y/N Y/L/N makes her own mark at the Super Bowl being a sign language interpreter for Rihanna

“I know you aren’t looking at one of my dick pics since I haven’t sent you one in awhile so what’s got you smiling like that?”

“You are such a dumbass, you know that?” You said and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“But the difference is that I’m your dumbass.”

“Well… that’s true.”

You simply handed him your phone so that he could take a look at it and smiled at you when he finished reading it.

“But, are you going to teach me how to sign bring that pussy over here? That is the real question.”

“Jackman…..”

“YOU NEVER GAVE ME AN ANSWER!”

“Because you don’t need one!”

“I beg to differ. I’ll go on youtube.”

“Seriously?!” You exclaimed while looking over at him.

“Well my soon to be wife isn’t helping me!”

“I need to call Maggie and Brian and tell them to come and get their son because I am 100% done with you.”

“She probably doesn’t want me either.”

“Sucks to be you then, huh?”

“BABYYYYY!! Pleaseeee!”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“If you ever and I mean EVER sign this shit out in public I will KILL YOU.”

“Fine right after I kill that pussy.”

All you did was sigh and shake your head.

“Lord, help me.”

The rest of your pregnancy went as smoothly as possible and after being in labor for a total of sixteen hours and wanting to kill Jack, she was finally here.

All ten fingers, all then toes.

Skylar Eloise Harlow

And just as the two of you predicted, she was perfect.

Both of you had curly hair and so did she, but Jack was convinced that she got her hair from him while you were convinced that she got it from you.

Of course in the back of your mind, you were still concerned about her hearing and the doctor had told you that she would be able to do the test when she was about a month old.

But you knew in the end that either way it went, you were happy because you would get to raise this little girl to be a badass just like her mother in every sense and to not let anyone tell her that she wasn’t able to do something.

“Can you believe we made her?” Jack quietly asked you as he was holding her.

“No, definitely not. Feels weird not being pregnant anymore.”

“Well we can change that in about six weeks.”

“You sir, are not touching me again until she is at least fifteen.”

“FIFTEEN?! Yeah, okay. Let’s see how long THAT lasts.”

“Never been in so much pain in my damn life. Felt like I was being ripped apart. It was worth it though, so I would do it again.”

“See?”

“You sir, get no say because you didn’t have to push her out.”

“I think I should get like a 10% say in this because my hand is bruised from you holding it so tight.”

“Be happy it wasn’t your dick.”

“Actually I would be happy if it was.”

“Bye, Jackman.”

“What? What I say?”

“You know what you said.”

You had gotten quiet for a few minutes and Jack looked up at you concerned.

“Baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I’m just happy. Really happy.”

Jack simply got up and placed Skylar in your arms before sitting back down next to you.

"Babe, I've been practicing."

"Practicing what?" You asked him suddenly confused.

Just then Jack signed "I love you" to you and your eyes immediately watered.

"I love you too."

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☆ diamond eyes.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> heavy angst ¡! ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> chan x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> time will see you realign but for now, he had to deal with the pain of your loss. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> implied character death ; grieving ; cause of death isn't mentioned but i think you can imagine (s*icide)

a/n: new format with the saddest song i could've picked up and a really tragic imagine, i'm sorry if this is too triggering. if it's too bad, i'll delete it!

to the edge.

waves kept crashing on me in the middle of this lonely beach in my mind. places i traveled to, to forget about the reality i lived in. the one where you weren't next to me and i had to live with the weight in my heart. the one where you had to go and leave me all alone because you thought that was a better solution. the one where we had fought, we had made up and i thought we were good but it all had to end too soon when it didn't even start.

i gave you 6 whole years. i gave you 6 years of me, of my life, of my soul and i have to live with the fact that you're not here anymore? wake up and feel numb? dread and sorrow surrounded me. it felt like i was floating for a moment as i tried to get up from our bed. it was always going to be ours, it wasn't just mine and i didn't know why i was making such a fuss over a bed and it's owners.

this is how i spent most of my days now. trying to survive and not being able to handle the truth at all. i stayed in our shared apartment, i couldn't find my way back to the dorms. i knew the boys were worrying but i didn't know why, they knew i could handle myself.

or maybe i couldn't at all.

what mocked me the most since you've left, was the ring. the one i bought with changbin & jisung one day when we were out. they helped me pick it and see what would fit perfectly in your finger. the one that held the promise ring when you decided to leave me. that would've been occupied with this perfect ring that i bought for you but life had other plans and it eliminated everything that we had planned out for the future. a future that didn't hold any hope, just more suffering and illness to haunt me.

i could not do it without you before, what makes them think that taking you away from me is the solution?

it was not easy to wake up, it was not easy to live through the day and then go to sleep at night. having those dreams with you where i hold you and i don't let go because if i do i have to wake up and you're not there beside me anymore. how many times did i have to go through the same routine? how much more work could i drown myself into till it's enough? till the pain is gone and it's all enough. all i wanted was to be enough for you and you didn't want that.

you wanted me to be myself, well here i am and you're not. here i am as i visit you every day, as i bring flowers and place them where you lay to rest forever in peace. here i am as i cry my eyes out and scream till my voice is gone and i have to leave again to die more and more every day. i just wanted to reunite with you one last time to see you, to hold you, to tell you what you deserve to hear and that's more than i love you.

you shined brighter than any star.

now as i look into the sky, hoping you're there, watching over me, i can't help but think.

how beautiful you were the last time i saw you and how sad your expression was. how cruel life is that it took you away from where you belonged and that was here with me. how egotistical and pathetic i was when we fought, how everything was always about me and how you always put me first even though you were the one that mattered. you were the one bringing a change to the world, with that smile of yours and that loving heart. i could never compare to you, yet here i still was and you weren't, you weren't here anymore.

"i love you channie." resonated in my mind, as i tried to not lose my breath again. how many more times did i have to go through a day where you weren't here? how much could i handle without you? why do i have to handle things without you? why didn't i ran out of tears already? why is feeling numb better than being sad?

so many fucking questions and not one goddamn answer, because you weren't fucking here.

you didn't take me with you, didn't think about how i would feel without you and now you're gone. how much longer do i have to do this? how much grief is there in me? do i have to do this? i don't.

but i want to for you. i want to because you would've wanted me to, i want to because you're my light, my world, my star and you deserve it. you've been nothing but good to me these past 6 years and the unconditional love you gave me, deserves to live on. i would do it for you, for my family, for the boys, for everyone. even if it meant i have to fake a smile every single day as a i relive that haunting phone call, i will do it.

i think i am never gonna recover, never gonna be able to walk into a hospital again and never gonna be able to look at the stars and not think of you. i think you took everything from me when you decided to leave.

i think i died with you.

i think i’m always gonna live in the shadow of your death and i’m not gonna be able to get up one day and decide to fall in love again. love was gone, there wasn’t any left to give or take, you took it all from me.

you took my heart, my soul and all of my strength.

i don’t think it’s fair how i get to stay and you don’t, i don’t think i’m doing a good job of carrying on when i don’t get to see you anymore.

oh how i wish we could’ve had that proposal, that wedding, that eternal love. now i had to reminisce about memories i never lived and pray that this pain wouldn’t be eternal.

but i knew that as soon as i got to be with you again, i would be grateful.

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locoforshuri · 1 year

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ACCIDENTAL LOVE

heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs

title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾

shuri x black!fem!reader

warning: flirtatious activity?

word count: 1 926. (i think)

02:22 AM

you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.

as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.

"I'm sure no one is in there."

you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.

"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."

"Wait, the princess is here?"

you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.

"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.

"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.

You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-

"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.

"Bast help me."

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07:11 AM

"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.

You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.

You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.

You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.

"Classic y/n."

you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.

"Don't you think your overdressed?"

she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.

"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."

Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.

You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.

"Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, y/n my darling"

"Good morning, Mother"

"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."

Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.

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14:44 PM

You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.

You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"

"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."

"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.

"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."

You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.

"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."

You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.

"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Bast."

"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."

Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.

"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."

She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.

"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.

"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"

You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.

'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.

"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.

'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.

"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"

Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.

She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.

"SHURI, Y/N!"

"Sorry Mother." you said in unison

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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ALSO would you be able to write something about just slow, sweet high sex with sub Eddie? Because right now it’s literally all I can think about, the way you wrote him just makes me want to take care of him he’s just so fucking cute 😭

Your Eddie deserves the world

i'll never get tired of sub eddie

sweet as sugar / eddie munson

masterlist

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw: marijuana use, pet names, cursing, angst/sadness, mommy!kink, sub!eddie, praise, brief fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that), i refuse to use the word cre*mp*e but yes, soft ending

your sweet boy has had a bad day, so you decide to give him some new freedoms

eddie hummed as he sat at your feet, strumming his guitar as he tried to work on a new song. you were messing with his hair, braiding and unbraiding, stroking it, and brushing it through. it always helped to calm him down, and he’d had a particularly rough day today. he woke up feeling like all he wanted to do was stay home and cuddle, but of course he had to go to school. at least it was friday, so you were more than up to the idea of going home with him after.

eddie’s day was okay up until lunch. he was tired but that was about it. but of course, some basketball players decided to fuck with him when he wasn’t paying attention and threw a bowl of spaghetti at him. they also threw many insults at him as his eyes watered, because the messy spaghetti only hit his shirt. a shirt that you had gotten him a few weeks ago. it was white and had the latest black sabbath album cover on it and he loved it.

he left the lunch room in a rush, afraid to break into tears in front of everyone. you helped him clean up, but he spent the rest of the day in his gym shirt with tears threatening to leave his eyes.

suddenly, the strumming stopped and eddie huffed. “nothing sounding good to you, handsome?” you asked, pulling him back and pulling his bangs from his face.

he shook his head no, looking up at you sitting on his bed. “wanna smoke?” he mumbles.

you ruffle his hair, causing a small smile to coat his lips before nodding. “sure, bub,” you muttered, removing your hands and allowing him to get up. he puts his guitar back in its place before grabbing a pre-rolled joint from the canister on his dresser. he brings it over to you, sitting on his bed and leaning back so his back was against the wall.

after tossing him one of his many lighters, you twist, trying to crack your back. “y/n?” eddie asks in a fragile voice.

“what is it, bub?” you ask, looking at his sad expression.

a blush covers his face, so he takes a moment to light the joint. “want you closer,” he says after exhaling for the first time, his big doe eyes looking at you cautiously.

you immediately comply, moving to sit next to him, leaning into him. “pass,” you say, holding out your hand for the blunt. he places it between your fingers carefully as he lets his head rest against his wall.

“why are those douchebags so mean?” he mumbles sadly, almost so quiet you didn’t catch it.

you frown, coughing slightly as you exhale the smoke. “because they’re miserable with themselves, eddie. they don’t know what it’s like to be a good person, please, baby, don’t take what they say to heart,” you say, rubbing his chest comfortingly.

he frowned, taking the blunt back from you to take a hit. “i just… they said you don’t really love me,” he murmured in an ashamed fashion.

“you don’t believe them though, right?” you asked, worry flashing over your features.

eddie feels tears well up in his eyes and he almost wants to scream and hit himself for believing those fuckers for even just a second. “no, i mean- it just hurts to hear that, you know?” he responded, voice shaky.

you take the blunt from him slowly before reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek. “i know, baby, i know,” you say carefully, reaching up to wipe a tear as soon as it falls. “but i love you, so much,” you reassure, moving his face to look at you.

“i love you too,” he says, giving you half a smile. the two of you smoke the blunt, passing it between you as you also share kisses and further cuddle into one another. the higher eddie got, the more cuddly he became.

when the blunt was gone, the two of you had moved to a new position. you were laying, barely propped up against the wall and eddie was laying practically on top of you. one of his legs was over one of yours and under the other, his head was on your chest and right above your breasts, one of his hands was fisting your shirt at your side while the other was by his face as he chewed on his thumb nail. your arm was around him, brushing your fingers over his shoulder while your opposite hand was laying on top of his. eddie had retreated far into his submissive headspace, and you sang lightly to him because you knew he liked it.

you didn’t know if he was in the mood to just be held or what, but every once in a while his hips would roll or jolt. “bub?” you question, stopping your singing.

he looked up at you, lips slightly wet with his spit from biting on his nail and eyes blown wide yet lidded over. “hm?” he hummed, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

his hips rolled once again which caused you to think maybe he wasn’t all that innocent right now. “are you horny, baby boy?” you coo, moving your hand up to brush his bangs back from his eyes.

eddie bit his lip before nodding. “yeah, but we can still just cuddle. i love your cuddles, sweetheart,” he hesitated. you smiled at his choice of nickname, he always used it when he was feeling super soft.

you shake your head at him and brush your thumb along his brows. “i know, baby. i like cuddling too,” you start. eddie’s eyes are trained on you, and it makes your heart flutter intensely. “but, if you wanna do more, we can. you wanna?” you push watching his eyes flash with need.

he nods, feeling your hand squeeze his. “can i touch you?” he mumbles, his lips in a sort of pout.

you smiled and moved his hand to hover your breast. “how about this, baby? today, you can touch me however and wherever you want,” you propose, which was different from usual. normally the two of you had rules, but eddie deserved everything right now.

“really?” eddie asks, unsure.

you watch his eyes travel to your tits, squeezing his palm experimentally. “really, bub. whatever you want, just tell me,” you confirm. eddie studies you for a moment to make sure but then he’s pushing himself up and peeling off his shirt. you sit up to do the same but eddie’s hand flies out.

you pause, looking at him as he falters, looking shy. “i-i wanna take ‘em off,” he stutters.

a smile of adoration spreads across your face. your baby boy was so sweet. “you wanna undress me?” you ask, liking the way his face goes red.

“you-you always do it yourself,” he stutters.

you chuckle lightly at him as he fidgets with his belt buckle. “you can do it, baby, i don’t mind. if you ever want to, you just gotta tell me that so i know,” you inform him softly. he kicks off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and he climbs on the bed towards you. when he reaches you, you reach up to grab him by the back of the neck and pull him to meet you.

you smile into the kiss, your soft lips against his slightly chapped ones as you kissed him slowly. “i love you, handsome,” you whisper before pulling him back in, trying to show through your kisses how much you really did love him.

eddie lets out a moan into your lips and his hands fall to the bottom of your shirt. he bunches it up, pulling away from your lips in order to pull it over your head. immediately after it’s gone, he’s leaning down to start placing soft kisses over the swells of your tits. “you’re so pretty,” he mumbles into your skin.

“you are too, baby boy,” you hum, tangling your fingers in his hair. he lets out a small whimper at the compliment, nipping at your chest. his hands travel to your back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra as he made a noise of discontent. “you got it, baby,” you coo, pressing a kiss to his hair. he finally unclasps it and pushes it down your shoulders, throwing it behind him.

he pulls back to look at you, ghosting his fingertips along your breasts. “m-mommy, can i touch?” he asks, shyly.

you grab his wrists softly, pressing his palms against your tits. “you don’t have to ask today,” you say, nodding your head. eddie immediately begins kneading your breasts, lip caught between his teeth as his dick twitches. his thumbs move to flick your nipples, rubbing them until they’re hard for him. he glances at you in question before remembering your words.

“lay back,” he mumbles. you follow his lead, situating yourself on his pillows. he leans down, wrapping his lips around your left nipple. a moan leaves your mouth as his fingers begin undoing the button of your jeans.

he makes quick work of pulling off your jeans and underwear, making you giggle at his eagerness. he removes his mouth from your chest, instead bringing it back up to meet yours. you hum with delight as you share a loving yet hungry kiss. eddie runs his tongue along the underside of your lip and his fingers begin circling your clit. a moan falls from your lips, muffled into eddie’s mouth. “so wet,” he mumbles before slipping his tongue in your mouth.

he skillfully glides his tongue against yours, his middle and ring finger traveling down and circling your entrance. “do it,” you huff, it barely sounding correct. eddie follows your demand as usual and sinks his fingers inside you.

your hips roll against his hand as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you, making sure your walls were prepped for him. he was conflicted, part of him wanted to take this slow and drag it out, but the other just wanted to fuck you.

his cock was begging for some type of friction, and having you under him in so much pleasure was doing things to him. “mommy,” eddie whines, not used to being able to make the decisions. he pulls back, looking at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“what is it, handsome?” you ask, holding the side of his face and rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone. his fingers were still curling inside you, causing you to shutter.

eddie pouts, looking down at your naked body. “wanna… wanna fuck you now,” he pathetically mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

you smile, grabbing the other side of his face and making him look at you. “then fuck me, baby,” you say sweetly. a whimper leaves eddie’s lips and then his fingers are leaving your body, moving back to remove his boxers. “c’mere, bub,” you say, holding your arms open. eddie makes his way between your legs, lowering himself as closely to you as he could as you wrapped your arms around him. the tip of his cock nudged your entrance as eddie looked at you with wide eyes. you nod, smiling and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

he guides his cock between your folds and then slowly pushes in. “oh, fuck,” he grunts, shifting his hips up as he hovers over you.

“you fill me up so nicely, sweet boy,” you moan as he continues sinking into you. his cock was so long and perfect for you, almost like it was made for your pussy. eddie moans, beginning slow and shallow thrusts. you pull him down further, his head nearly resting in the crook of your neck while you held his back and the back of his head.

his hair was tickling your neck, but you could barely focus on anything but the way his cock stretched you. “feel so good,” eddie moans into your neck.

your hips move slowly, meeting his thrusts each time. you were moving at the same slow speed, but it felt so good and so full of love. “i love you, sweet boy. you’re so perfect for me, yes, god, so perfect,” you moan in his ear as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably.

eddie’s eyes screw shut but he forced himself to keep the slower pace. “i love you,” he huffs into your neck, rocking into your heat.

“deeper,” you mumble in pleasure into his ear. eddie pulls his hips back so only his tip is left inside before pushing all the way back in. the both of you moan as his hips rest flush against the backs of your thighs. “good boy,” you say in his ear, pulling on his hair as he withdraws his hips again.

your praise causes him to snap his hips back into you as an uneven groan leaves his lips. “go faster?” he asks in an unsure tone.

you pull him back by his hair, causing his eyes to look into yours. “you can go faster, baby boy. mommy wants you to cum when you want to,” you say, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“m’want mommy to cum, too,” he says, picking up his thrusts ever so slightly.

your eyes close in pleasure as his words shoot to the building fire in your core. “then you can make mommy cum, you know how, don’t you baby?” you ask and he nods, eyes watering in excitement and pleasure. he moves his weight to one arm and moves his other hand to start rubbing circles on your clit. you moan, head falling back as your pussy clenches.

eddie studies you, your reactions egging on his release. “am i being a good boy?” he asks, breath raggedy as he picks up his pace.

“my pretty boy just loves getting praise, huh?” you joke, a moan interrupting the end. eddie whimpers, hitting deep inside you. “mhm, you’re such a good boy. mommy’s good boy. so good with your cock, so good with your fingers, fuck,” you moan, back arching as your words cause him to apply more pressure to your clit.

he watches you closely, love pouring from his eyes as he watched your reactions to him. “your pussy feels so good around me, fuck i wanna cum,” he moans, feeling the tension begin to build.

“want you to cum in me, baby boy. mmm, you’re so perfect. i love you so much, never gonna want anyone else. so good, so beautiful. fuck! yes! eddie, just like that,” you moan, clenching hard around his cock once again.

eddie feels his eyes water at your praise as he picks up his pace. “love you more,” he grunts, picking up the speed of his hips. he could see his orgasm coming, it was within reach. “please cum for me, mommy,” he whines, wanting you to cum first. he moves his fingers faster, simultaneously trying to hit as deep inside you as he could.

you closed your eyes, letting the knot begin to pull in your abdomen. eddie makes a noise of complaint causing you to open your eyes. “sorry, baby, keeping them open,” you say breathlessly as you analyze his determined expression. a tear fell from his eye making you concerned. “okay?” you ask, ready to reach down and pull his hand from you.

he nods, picking up the pace. “s-so beautiful, and- shit- fuck, i love you so much. shit- m’gonna cum,” he explains between moans. he ruts deeply into you, hitting that spot that sent you over the edge.

“fuck, eddie,” you moan loudly as you begin trembling. “eddie, yes, eddie, eddie,” you mumble as your high runs through your veins. you felt as though you were on fire, the pleasure stemming from your pussy and spreading everywhere.

eddie lets out a gasp as his hips stop. one spurt of cum coats your insides and then his thrusts become erratic. his fingers rub you through your high, and after he emptied himself of his cum he let himself rest against you. his forehead leaned against yours as you both fought to catch your breath.

“you’re so perfect,” you mumble, stroking his lip with your thumb. another tear falls from eddie’s eye and he presses his lips to yours.

when he pulls away, his lip is trembling. “i love you more than anything,” he admits in a shaky voice. you give him a smile, opening your mouth to respond but he keeps going. “i’m so afraid one day i won’t have you. please, y/n, sweetheart, please don’t leave me,” he begs.

your smile fades as you see the brokenness in his eyes. you pull him down, pouring as much love into the kiss as you possibly could. you pull away only slightly. “i’ll never leave you,” you say, and press your lips to his again. “i love you to the moon and back,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his. “a million times over,” your lips are back on his once again. you finally pull back, wiping his tears away. “you’re my everything, eddie. i love you and you’re never gonna get rid of me,” you confirm, tucking his hair behind his ear.

he dips his head down to nuzzle the side of his face against yours. he takes in a deep breath, just appreciating you being there with him. “bub?” you ask softly, causing eddie to hum in question. “you wanna get cleaned up, then we can cuddle and watch a movie?” eddie nods, pulling out of you with a wet sound and pushing himself up. you both shakily stand, cleaning yourselves in the bathroom before you found a movie.

eddie was already laying in bed in nothing but his underwear, his thumb nail in his mouth as he nipped at it. you started the movie on his small, shitty tv and then climbed up next to him, wearing only one of his shirts. “you like that today?” you ask as he snuggles against you.

“we do it again?” he asks with big eyes.

you smile and kiss his nose. “of course, baby. anything for you,” you coo. eddie gives you a tired but genuine smile before burying his head into the crook of your neck. it didn’t take long until he was peacefully snoring on your chest with his thumb in his mouth.

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rivthejellyfish · 1 year

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If I Killed Someone For You

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Anakin Skywalker x reader

Based on the song If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

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I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

As Anakin snuck out of the Jedi temple, unable to have killed the younglings like he said he would, his mind immediately went to Y/N. He peeked around the corner to see numerous Jedi standing there, all seeming surprised by the recent turn of events.

Anakin quickly ran across the opening to the exit, got on a ship, and took off as fast as he could. Looking back, he could see the light from their sabers. He turned his attention to the front again, seeing his reflection in the window. What had he become?

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

His hands shook as he steered the ship, not knowing where he was going at first. All he knew was that he had to get away. Far away. If anyone ever caught him- ever- he’d be dead.

Anakin kept glancing back, praying that he wouldn’t see the light of another ship. No one would ever accept an apology for what he had done and even if they did, things would never be the same.

I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

Although his hopes were high, he knew that it was inevitable for someone to come after him. Although seeing Obi-Wan’s ship in the mirror definitely surprised him. He turned sharply, trying to throw Obi-Wan off his path. While it worked for a second, Obi-Wan found him again in seconds. Anakin groaned. Why’d they have to send one of the people who knew him best?

Anakin pushed a few buttons, making the ship fly faster than before. Tying a rope to the steering to keep it there, he stood up and quickly fixed the hyperspace mechanic, knowing he’d have to use it. Just as he finished, he felt the ship go sideways. After regaining his balance, he jumped, pulling the steering and getting the ship back up again. He pushed another button, getting the ship ready to go into hyperspace.

While waiting, he saw a green light shoot past him. He looked back once again, seeing Obi-Wan was now not only joined by two other ships but also firing in his direction.

He was starting to feel regret about what he’d done, but it quickly went away.

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls

It was for her. It was all for her. He had to, so why couldn’t he finish the job? He jumped into hyperspace, hoping it’d get him away from the foes on his back. He didn’t really think about it, but he did. He had thought about it without even knowing.

The planet was a beautiful green color. It was the planet they’d said the two of them would go and hide away on.

I hear the sirens coming

I see the flashing lights

I'm driving through the suburbs

Wearing my disguise

The hope he had faded away as he landed on the planet and saw several other ships appear in the sky. However, it was too late to get off the planet now. They’d catch him instantly. He got off the ship, running out of the docking area and ignoring the man who demanded a docking fee. They fired at him, but he easily dodged and continued running.

He considered killing them. He did. Then they wouldn’t be able to tell the others which way he had gone. However, he didn’t want to do that. Especially when he was just about to see her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

He slowed his pace to a speedy walk as he entered a marketplace. He pulled up his hood, sticking to the shadows as he quickly walked through. He came to the end and his run continued.

Soon enough, he came across the small cabin he and her had decided on. No one else knew about it. If they needed a break, they’d go there. If they just wanted each other, they’d go there.

If they ever got in any trouble, they’d go there.

And Anakin was definitely in trouble.

I show up at her doorstep

To look her in the eyes

I tell her that it's me

But she doesn't recognize

He knocked on the door, despite the fact that it was his house as well. He waited for what felt like hours, although it was a matter of seconds before the door opened.

He was immediately entranced by her enticing eyes, a smile coming to his face despite the current situation. A smile started to appear on hers, but it quickly went away when she looked down to see the state of his robes.

“Anakin, are you alright?” She asked frantically. He nodded

“Now that I’m with you, I couldn’t be any better.” She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing his arms. Now her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, stunting his feeling of comfort.

“Anakin, what happened?”

Can't you see I'm running?

Said I need a place to hide

I've gotta ask you something

Could you please let me inside?

Anakin nodded, more to himself than it was to the woman in front of him. Anakin looked up to see ships flying the way he had come, undoubtedly the very ships he was running from. He looked back down.

“I need to go inside, I will explain everything to you if you just let me inside, then we can be together without worry.”

“Worry about what, Anakin?” He stepped forward and she moved out of the way, seeing no reason to not allow him inside of their shared house. “What happened?”

Just let me explain

No, I wouldn't tell you lies

I know you'll understand

If you let me stay the night

“I did something, something really bad. He was trying to get in my head and he did, and he used you to do so with these terrible images and I wanted to stop them from happening and-”

“Anakin, love, slow down, take a breath.” She shut the door behind her as she spoke, walking over and leading Anakin to the couch. She grabbed his hands once they had sat down, trying to help calm him down. “Just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?”

“No, I… I’m not hurt. I’m fine. But…”

��But what, Anakin?” She was exasperated. He could tell. She was stressed and he was dragging his out for as long as he could.

You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

“It was for you. I had to save you. You understand, don’t you?” She lightly threw her hands in the air with a groan.

“I can’t understand if I don’t know what happened.” She said. He nodded. The two of them looked away from each other when sirens could be heard in the distance. She stood up, walking over to the window in confusion.

Anakin quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he stood up.

“I did something I can never go back on, and in the process, I’ve changed things about myself, the very things you used to love.”

I followed your direction

Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back

“It’s ok, whatever you did, it’s ok. We can fix it.” Anakin shook his head.

“No, no, we can’t, you can’t…-”

“Then we can stay here. No one will ever find us.”

“Love, they are already on the planet.”

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

Anakin looked to where their hands interlocked, flashes of his actions prominent in his mind as he thought about what would happen if she got caught with him. She’d be hiding a fugitive, she’d lose her ranks, her friends, her family, everything. He couldn’t let her do that, even if she was more than willing.

Would you turn me in

When they say I'm on the loose?

Would you hide me when

My face is on the news?

The sirens grew closer, probably due to the people on the dock telling the others which way he had gone. He regretted his decision. He should’ve killed them, but he didn’t.

“We don’t have to stay here. I have a ship in the back, we can escape. Whatever you did, it’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me, just listen to me, please.”

“I… The Council is damaged. One strike and they could be brought to ruins.” She froze.

“You didn’t…?” He nodded. She sucked in a breath, looking away as she thought. She nodded to herself.

“Ok, ok, that’s fine. That’s ok. We just need to stay down, hide, get away from here.” He shook his head this time.

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll lose everything, Y/N.”

“It’s all worth nothing if you’re not here with me.” He paused, looking at her as he took in her words. She started walking back, pulling him along with her lightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He didn’t protest, going with her. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, she felt relieved and turned around and started pulling him tighter so the two would get there faster.

Anakin felt himself relax as the ship came into view, admiring the woman in front of him even more.

“You shouldn’t come with me.” He said quietly as they got closer to the ship. She turned around sharply, raising a hand to his cheek, not breaking eye contact.

“I refuse to leave you.” She said. She looked back at the ship. “Even if you leave without me I will find you again. I will do what it takes.”

“You can’t-”

“Hey!” The two looked over to see a soldier standing by the door they exited from. Anakin didn’t even have time to react before Y/N made a quick motion, pulling out her blaster and shooting the soldier square in the chest. He fell back and she fired another shot. He stopped moving. She looked back to Anakin.

“I won’t leave you.” Anakin paused for a second, looking between her and the now-dead soldier. He looked back at her. He nodded.

“Of course.”

'Cause I killed someone for you

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~Azul finds Fem! Reader Singing~

I was inspired by my last request about singing 'Good Riddance' to Idia, and I felt like I just HAD to write this unless I would just explode. This time it's based off of Marissa's song from Hollow Knight! It has no lyrics so you don't technically need it, but here's the audio if you wanted to listen because it really is just beautiful.

[Fem! Reader / Reader is NOT Yuu / Reader is a merfolk (siren) / Story takes place after the overblot of Book 3]

"Gone...They're all gone," Azul takes a final glance at his vault, now completely empty and devoid of any of his golden sheets of paper.

"My contracts, everything that I've built up over these years... All of it, gone..." He's breathless, empty. How many contracts did that have to be? He was sure he must have at least had a few thousand or so... And now it's all gone. Now he's just the same stupid little octo-twerp that he was as a kid. What has he even been able to accomplish?

Nothing. And now he's back to square one.

"Jade, Floyd, take care of the Lounge for me while I'm gone. I'll be going back to the Coral Sea," Azul sighs, straightening out his suit and pushing his glasses up his face. 'This is no time to dwell on what's already been lost. Every second I spend wasting here is another second that I could be using for my benefit,' he thinks. The two twins smile devilishly and bid him farewell.

In a small corner of the Coral Sea, there lies a petite little house on the seabed, hidden away from view. Your house, to be specific. And as he approaches the one place that he could call home, he hears the sound of singing, and oh, was it beautiful.

The voice was undoubtedly yours, and Azul stood still in his tracks as soon as he heard it. Ah, how long has it been since he last heard your singing?

'Far too long,' he thinks to himself, deciding to lean against the outside of your home quietly, settling as a one-man audience to your show.

Azul knows that he's always been enchanted by your singing, after all your species was known for having captivating voices that would send nearby sailors in a mad frenzy to get to you. Your species was infamous for having driven men to their deaths to the sound of your singing. Sirens around these parts were in equal parts admired and feared for the power they held in their voice, and so you were content with living on your own, away from everyone else.

Azul knows how much suffering you went through because of your voice. It's a bit ironic, really, because you basically had the exact opposite problem as he did, and yet the two of you became best of friends nonetheless.

To the sound of your voice echoing through the waters, Azul reminisces on his first childhood memories with you.

The first time you two met, the two of you were small children, barely into 2nd grade, and he found you in his octo-pot, sobbing. As a matter of fact, he himself was on the verge of tears from the other kids who were bullying him, and he didn't know what to do after seeing you in his usual spot. He wanted to leave immediately, as he recognized you as the most popular girl in his class, and of course the two of you have never spoken to each other before. But as much as he wanted to leave, he couldn't help but to stay. Maybe it was your crying voice that compelled him (it sounded so lovely even when you were crying), maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to see you sad anymore, or maybe it was because he wanted his octo-pot back. In any case, his life had unknowingly changed from the moment that he spoke up to ask you, "Hey, what's wrong?" You were startled when you heard him speak, but you quickly got over your initial fright as you continued to sob. "Sorry that I'm in your octo-pot, Azul," you cried, and he was surprised to hear that you recognized him from class or even knew his name for that matter (or even that you'd apologize to an octo-twerp like him), "But I've seen you cry in here a lot and I thought maybe it would make me feel better like it does for you..." "It's okay," Azul replies quietly, "Do you feel any better?" "A little," you sniffle, and an awkward silence follows after. Azul was too nervous to say anything else, so you break the silence as you continue, "I hate the sound of my voice..." And your comment catches him off guard, because how could you not like your voice when it sounds so pretty? "Why?" he asks. "Because everybody goes crazy when they hear it," you cry, "Mama and Papa were yelling at me, saying that I need to be a singer like them." You pause for a moment to catch your breath as tears continue to cascade off your face and dissolve into the sea, "But I don't wanna... I don't like how everybody looks at me when I talk. I don't even wanna sing for anyone. I don't wanna be a singer, I wanna be a painter, like my grandma." Azul thinks to himself for a second. Ever since kindergarten, he's been studying as hard as he could, transcribing spells and memorizing everything that he could so that he could get back at everyone who's ever made fun of him. At this point, he's learned about his own signature spell which allows him to take the abilities of someone and claim them as his own, but he hasn't perfected it yet, and he's never tried using it on another person before. But Azul knows that there are some people who would kill to have a voice like yours, and he's in the perfect position to be able to take your voice. "Hey, I know a way to help," Azul says quietly. "You do?" you reply quickly, a glimmer of hope in your eyes, and he nods sheepishly. "I can take your voice with a spell. Do you want me to?" "Yes, please take it. I don't want it anymore," you stare into Azul's eyes with confident determination, trusting his words without a second thought. Azul felt uneasy for a moment because, as stated before, he's never tried doing this to another person before... But he decides to go through with it nevertheless. He finds a small, empty snail shell on the sea bed and he shows it to you. "I'll put it in here, and your voice will be mine from this point on, ok?" he says, and you nod enthusiastically, your face still red from crying, but at least the tears have stopped. And with your permission, he takes your voice as his own using his signature spell. Afterwards, you try to say something, but nothing comes out. He really had completely taken your voice... And you couldn't be happier! "Ah, ah," Azul holds onto the snail shell, his voice now having changed to sound slightly like yours, "Is it working? Do I sound like you now?" You smile proudly and give him two thumbs up with a nod.

And so that was the story of how you two met, so long ago. Of course, it wasn't all good afterwards, because you became bedridden in sickness following the impromptu 'contract,' and that was how Azul found out that he had to have a form of mediator, like his golden contracts, to prevent him from taking too much. But, Azul remembers as clear as day, how even when you were sick, you were still as cheerful as ever whenever you saw him. You would write into the sand endless thank you's to him, as everyone who liked you in class eventually stopped caring, like the magic laced in your voice had worn off of them. And you were finally able to have some peace.

'Now, people can love me for who I actually am! I'm not tricking anybody into loving me or my paintings. And the best part is that I get to be your friend now, too!' you signed to him one day when he asked why you were so happy, despite becoming chronically ill and weak. And Azul never really understood it. At first he felt like he had used you to get something that he needed, because he used your silver-tongued voice to aid him in amassing even more contracts. When he used your voice, people would listen to whatever he wanted to say, and even some of his bullies stopped bothering him!

So now that brings us back to here, in the present, where he's been sitting on the seabed for hours, listening to your singing after having regained your voice. To be fair, there was a brief time when he had switched your contracts after he'd perfected his spell so that you could officially recover, and he had kept it safe in his vault as his very first and most valuable contract he's ever made.

Ah, but listening to your voice now... It almost makes him happy that Leona had destroyed the contract.

But it was time to stop reminiscing. It's not like he hasn't seen you in years, after all your house wasn't particularly far when Azul could use the dark mirror to get here, so he was able to visit often, and besides, he's been keeping many of your paintings hung in the Mostro Lounge as a way to advertise your work and as a way to keep you close while simultaneously being far away.

So he knocks on your door sheepishly. Your singing stops abruptly, and you answer the door, looking as beautiful as you've ever been.

'So, you remember the terms of the contract, right?' you sign to him with a delicate smile. Even with your voice returned back to you, you would still prefer to sign to him, because that's how you've always done it. He nods. "I do," and he gulps nervously. It remains as clear as day in his head, after all. Because the terms of the golden contract were:

Azul Ashengrotto hereby has every right to use (Name)'s voice to do as he may see fit. In exchange, (Name) will reserve the right to her end of the contract until termination. If for any reason this contract becomes null, Azul Ashengrotto will be obligated to fulfill any single desire of (Name)'s wishes, within reasonable expectations of ability to do so. (Name) will not receive anything from the results of this contract until the termination of the contract, or once she regains her voice.

Azul thought that this contract could only benefit him, that you must have been stupid to sign off on this kind of deal. After all, his contracts are utterly indestructible when they are in his hands, and he'd take every measure he could to make sure that the contract would not be broken. But now here he is, at your mercy.

"So, (Name), what is your wish?" he asks, "Anything you want, and I shall grant it."

'I want you to love yourself, and every piece of the puzzle that completes you.'

'Huh?' Did he read that right? His sign language hasn't gotten rusty, has it?

'Because I love you. I love your determination, I love your kindness, I love how sweet you are even when you don't even realize it. I gave you my voice the first time because I didn't know how to control it's magic. But I gave you my voice the second time because I wanted to be a part of you. A corner piece of your puzzle. So now I ask again, my greatest wish is for you to love yourself, and every bit that makes you, you. And of course, that includes me. '

"Why didn't you just say that when we first made the contract?" Azul asks, almost stupefied at the revelation that the woman that he's fallen in love with is using this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask for something that he'd be willing to give to you for free. Anytime.

'Because I want you to see how amazing you are first. How am I supposed to convey how much I love you if you won't believe me when I say it?'

"Well," Azul chuckles shyly, his race reddening in hue, "How long were you planning on waiting for then? The contract could have been in effect for the rest of our lives, and then you'd never get to say this. What was your plan with that?"

'I didn't have one. I was going to wait however long it took until you were ready. I figured that once you got tired of using my voice, you'd start to appreciate your own and then you wouldn't need the contract anymore.'

"Oh, dear sevens, you really are stupid," Azul chuckles out, rubbing his face in disbelief. You fake a gasp and push him playfully, sending him a warning glare before officially inviting him inside your house.

Ah, it's nice to be with you like this again. To be able to laugh at with you, to be able to sit next to you, knowing that you've loved him for years, and now he was finally able to act upon the feelings for you that he's felt for a while. Upon entering your home, all of the stress, and the pent-up feelings that he's had... All of the memories that he's created with and without you, it all starts to crash down on him once again. The fact that he's overblotted and gone berserk at school, and he finally notices that he's still feeling sluggish. But it's not so bad, because you're here.

"So, that song you were singing earlier," Azul starts, "Do you think you could keep going?"

"Of course, my darling," you say out loud to him, "I was actually practicing using it without magic, so that I could charm you without using any of my siren-cheats."

"So that singing was without any magic? You had me fooled," he chuckles, and a comforting silence befalls the two of you before you start singing for him again. And it feels like he can finally start to accept himself. Both his past, and his present. He is no longer the same 'octo-twerp' that he was when he was a kid, but that doesn't mean that he has to hate his old self, because, if you've loved him since back then, he must've not been as bad or as ugly as he initially thought.

'I guess, tomorrow, I'll have the picture returned to the museum. And maybe I don't need to take myself out of it because, you were in it too, smiling and happy and adorable.'

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Azul, bby ilysm ToT I hope that you guys enjoyed reading this! I have another request rn that's also based around singing to a twst character and I can't wait to start working on it <333 Look forward to seeing it soon!

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