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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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maybe one where jude forgets your birthday and you dont really have any relatives so you’ve never celebrated your birthday so you didn’t care. but after a few weeks he realizes and grovels

jude bellingham x reader

tw : angst, fluffy ends tho…

not a happy birthday

it was your birthday night. not that you expected to celebrate with someone since you’ve been alone for the most part of your life but you expected at least a “happy birthday my love” from jude, but he clearly forgot.

it’s not that you were mad. well, a little bit, but you were upset knowing that you asked jude to clear his agenda only that night for you and instead he was out with his friends partying somewhere.

he knew when it was your birthday, he just forgot that it was tonight.

you never had a birthday cake or birthday presents so you never expected that from jude but just spending the night together watching some movies and eating junk food would have been enough for you.

instead you found yourself watching a crime documentary while drinking red wine trying not to cry.

you were too tired to even wait for jude that you went to sleep and decided to forget the awful night you just had.

jude came home a few hours later and he thought it was weird when he was greeted with silence. you always waited for him, claiming you didn’t want to fall asleep without him so he was a little shocked when he saw you sleeping in bed.

he thought that maybe you were too tired to wait for him so after a few minutes he dropped it and went to sleep next to you.

the next few days passed in a blur. jude was always out for practice and when he was at home he claimed that he was too tired to do something with you. he knew he was neglecting you and he didn’t want to but football took all of his time and when he came home he was ready to sleep the day off.

you started speaking less and less. you maybe thought that it wasn’t just your birthday, the problem were you. in your mind you kept thinking how distant he was from you and how he started avoiding you.

when you tried to have a conversation with him he would only reply with “yes” “no” “okay” “whatever you want baby” “what’s best for you honey” “sure” “i’m really tired, can we talk about it another time?”

so you lost hope and started to avoiding him too.

one day while you were at home, he left for practice early. you had breakfast together and only talking the bare minimum, just “you good?” “yes” “okay” and that was killing you.

as he was talking with his teammates one of them brought up that the following day was his wife’s birthday and that he booked a table in this new fancy restaurant in order to surprise her.

jude started wondering when was your birthday. he knew it he just couldn’t figure it out.

“shit…” he whispered to himself. he remembered. you birthday was a few weeks ago and he completely forgot. that’s why you started avoiding him more and talking to him less. and he knew he had to make it up to you.

so that night he came back home with roses and a chocolate cake, your favorite.

you were watching a movie in the living room when you saw his figure coming and sitting next to you.

“before you say anything i want to apologize” he said, his look full of remorse “i was a shitty boyfriend in these past weeks and forgetting about your birthday was the worst thing a boyfriend could do” he laughed even if he was trying to be serious “i’m literally the worst boyfriend on the planet…”

“you’re not the worst boyfriend on the planet jude…you just were a shitty boyfriend these past weeks, i agree with that” you said while he handed you the flowers.

“i forgot your birthday y/n…”

“it’s not that i had plans anyway…” you said.

“no but i should have been here…i should have spent the night with you instead i was partying somewhere else as you waited for me to come back home…i’m really really sorry y/n, for everything” he apologised again “from your birthday to neglecting you all these days…you didn’t deserve that”

“no i didn’t…” you whispered “but i know how much passion and work you put into football and i know it wasn’t your intention”

“no it wasn’t…i’m just…this whole new thing is stressing me out a lot and i never felt so much pressure in my life” he confessed.

“i know baby, that’s why i’m here for, you don’t have to go through this all alone” you smiled at him.

“i really don’t deserve you…” he scooped closer to you and grabbed your chin gently “you deserve so much more and i know that but let me be selfish because i can’t let you go, i don’t want to let you go…i’ll change just for you, i’ll make you happier…” you saw a few tears forming in his eyes and you could tell he was being honest.

“it’s okay jude…we have a lot to work on, especially communication but i don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon” you said making him laugh a little.

“thank you love…” he gently kissed your lips. you felt like in heaven again. his lips against yours finally made you feel alive again.

“now…there’s a chocolate cake in the fridge, your favorite one…i know i should have brought you the cake on your birthday but i really don’t want it to go waisted” he smirked at you.

“you know i can’t say no when there’s a cake involved…”

“well you better go…” he said standing up and taking you to the kitchen.

you both a big slice of cake while you were sitting at the kitchen counter, talking about the things you missed in all of these days and finally feeling like a couple again.

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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Jealous.

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5k.

summary: Getō Suguru and you only have a friends with benefits relationship, just sex, no feelings, no commitments. He knows this very well, but after an unexpected encounter with your ex, he can’t help but feel something he shouldn’t: jealousy.

warnings: college!au, fwb to lovers, lovesick!suguru, love confession, jealousy, possessive behavior, alcohol use, exhibitionism, car sex, dry humping, marking, spanking, fingering, spit as lube, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is a tease.

Suguru drank from his freshly poured beer, furrowing his brow at the strong taste but still took another sip. He was at one of his friend's party, standing in the middle of the kitchen with his best friend, Satoru, who kept talking about a video game he’s been obsessed with lately. At first, he was paying attention even though he didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about, but his attention was stolen when he saw a female figure he knew a little too well in the living room.

“I wanted to buy more, but I ran out of primogems and—”

“Wait a second.” He cut his friend off to make sure it wasn’t his imagination, but no, she really was here.

Satoru frowned in confusion, but when he looked to where Suguru’s eyes were fixed, a smirk appeared on his face, “Oh, look who’s there.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Simp.”

The black-haired man just rolled his eyes at his friend's mockery and grabbed an extra cup of beer before heading towards the living room.

“Hey.” Suguru greeted you while sitting next to you on that old blue couch. “Didn’t know you were coming.” He added handing you the red cup, which you accepted with a smile before speaking,

“It was supposed to be a movie night, but Utahime wanted to come.” You nodded to your friend who was passionately playing beer pong paired with Shoko on the other side of the room. “Not complaining, tho. I like the vibe.”

“This is the song you like, isn’t it?” He pointed out when he recognized the beat of Kiss Me More in the background.

“I love Doja Cat so fucking much.” You leaned your head back against the back of the couch and closed your eyes, enjoying the obscene words of the song that Suguru knew perfectly from listening to you sing it so many times. “Where’s Satoru?”

“Flirting with a girl, maybe.” He said playfully, smiling to himself as he watched you let out a chuckle at his words. Of course he wasn’t going to tell you that he left him stranded in the kitchen to come talk to you.

“No way? That’s like, super weird.” You stated sarcastically as you opened your eyes to meet Geto’s intense dark ones that hadn’t stopped staring at you since he sat down next to you. You licked your lips before continuing the conversation, “How did your test go?”

What kind of relationship do you and Suguru have? It’s kind of complicated. Well, not so much for you, but for him.

You had been in the same circle of friends since early college, casually hanging out in groups at coffee shops or parties; he always thought you were a pretty attractive woman, but never tried to make a move on you. Until eight months ago. When you had both ended up at his apartment at two in the morning, drunk, but not enough to forget when you woke up in each other’s arms the mind-blowing sex you had had in the wee hours of the morning.

To his surprise, it was you who suggested that it not end in a one-night stand, sure enough, he accepted immediately. Since then, almost every weekend—or even weekdays—, Suguru found himself between your legs, touching and licking every inch of your precious body, kissing your lips and moaning your name over and over again.

But as most of the time happens in a friends-with-benefits relationship, someone has to fall first. And unfortunately, that was him.

The love he felt for you was consuming him completely, just two weekends ago Satoru had to confiscate his phone because he got drunk and all he wanted was to confess his feelings to you with tears in his eyes while a Taylor Swift song played in the background.

Geto was tired of having you without actually having you. He wanted whatever you had to have an official label. He wanted all the early morning showers, dinner dates or late night texting you used to have to be with his girlfriend, not with the girl he happens to have sex with.

Sometimes, he liked to fantasize about what it would be like if you were officials. Maybe post you on social media, with one of those stupid Instagram filters you like so much, comment on your photos, hold hands in public while walking your dogs, meeting your parents, tell the world you are his, but— he wasn’t even sure if you were or wanted to be.

It bothered him more that your relationship was not even a secret, all your friends knew what you usually do. It was normal for them to see you two kissing in the middle of a party and leaving together, or refusing outings saying that you already have plans with each other. It bothered him because he couldn't even victimize himself by saying that he was a dirty little secret, he just wanted you to reciprocate his feelings.

Yes, it was his fault, you were honest from the beginning, you said it was just casual and that there would be no feelings involved, but the heart wants what it wants.

Well, let’s stop being sentimental.

So right now, he’s content to be in conversation with you. Your hand had moved from your knee to his, casually making imaginary shapes with your index finger as he told you about his week. You were normally quite touchy with each other, so it wasn’t uncommon, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart race at the mere physical contact.

But your pleasant conversation was interrupted by a guy who suddenly sat down on the armrest next to you.

“Didn’t expect to meet you here, Y/N.” The man stole your attention, a half smile appeared on your face as you recognized him and for the same reason Suguru’s smile disappeared. “How are you, pretty?” He asked leaning over to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. Geto could do nothing but distract himself by drinking his beer. “I haven’t seen you for three months.” Three months?

“I’m fine— I’m the one who didn’t expect to meet you here.” You responded with some nervousness in your voice, “Suguru, you remember Naoya, right?” You turned to look at him pointing your thumb at the blonde guy.

“Yeah.” Hell he does.

He never interacted or talked much with him, but of course he knew who he was— your ex-boyfriend.

You and Naoya Zen’in had dated for almost two years but broke up a couple of months before you and Suguru started your thing. As far as he knew your relationship with Naoya was pretty stormy and toxic and that’s why you decided to break up for good. That’s why Geto had never considered him a ‘threat’, but seeing him come and talk to you so naturally, even using a nickname, and him saying that you hadn’t seen him for three fucking months, made his stomach turn.

“Hey.” Naoya greeted him with a casual nod and he did the same, but the blond returned his attention to you immediately. “Anyway, I texted you yesterday, you didn’t reply.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?” He interrogated, clearly annoyed with your curt reply. Naoya seemed to notice the hand you had on Suguru’s knee, because he frowned and licked his lip before asking, “You guys are dating or something?”

For some reason, Geto got his hopes up for a moment, expecting to hear a yes or at least a ‘something like that’, even if it was a lie, you recognizing him as something else in front of Naoya was enough to—

“We’re just friends.” You answered, removing your hand from his knee to see your perfectly manicured nails.

A kick in the balls would have hurt less.

Suguru didn’t want to admit how affected he felt by it, it was the truth, just the harsh truth and yet he decided to hurt himself by waiting for another answer. He was just a friend with whom you had sex without commitment, it was obvious that you wouldn’t say that to your ex.

Naoya just nodded and drank from his red cup before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, the black-haired noticed how you tensed. He just wanted to hit him, push him and tell him not to dare touch you, but he knew he had no right to do so and that the least you would like was to make a scene.

The sudden sound of a notification on his phone brought him out of his thoughts—he hadn’t even realized he had clenched his fists—he sighed before reaching into his pocket for his device.

Satoru:

u better fight for your princess ‘cause it looks like she’s being stolen from you :p

do something

tell him to fuck off

He frowned and looked around for his best friend, finding him a few meters behind him along with Nanami. The white-haired man waved his hands at him, telling him to get rid of Naoya. That’s what he wanted the most, the problem was that he didn't know how.

He turned, ignoring how you were having a hushed conversation with your ex to type on his phone,

Suguru:

what the hell do i do?

Satoru:

for god’s sake, you’re hopeless

leave it to me, hold on

“Is that the scrunchie I gave you?” He heard Naoya say, out of curiosity he turned to look at you, your ex was fiddling with your low ponytail, his eyes fixed on the pink scrunchie that tied your hair.

“Is it?” You brought your hand to the back of your head, undoing the improvised ponytail you had made to look at the hair tie, the movement pushing your ex’s hand away. Suguru swore he could almost see hearts in Naoya’s eyes when you let your hair down.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he was about to explode. He had seen you use that same scrunchie dozens of times, and knowing that it was your asshole ex-boyfriend who gave it to you made him feel ten times worst.

“Yeah. You still use it, huh?”

“Well, I’m using it now, isn’t that a yes?” You said tying your hair back up. Geto could notice how you were downplaying what Naoya said, and that appeared to irritate the blond, who didn't seem to be giving up.

C’mon Suguru, do something. Do fucking something.

“Y/N, are you doing some—” Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a six-foot-two man who suddenly appeared at his side.

“Zen’in! Long time no see!” Satoru greeted cheerfully, hooking his arm over Naoya’s shoulders making him stand next to him. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t see you there, you don’t mind if I steal him for a while, do you?”

“He’s all yours.”

“Wait! Gojo—” Naoya tried to break free from the grip but failed in the attempt.

“The boys are asking for you, let’s go play beer pong!” He shouted practically dragging your ex with him. The white-haired man looked over his shoulder, mouthing a get out of here to his best friend before pulling Naoya out to the garden.

Well— Satoru was more useful than he thought.

“Thank God.” You sang, stretching your arms back in relief. “He keeps insisting that he wants us to get back together.”

Suguru gulped, his fists clenched again and he felt a knot in his stomach. He was hurt and overthinking, what he had witnessed between you and your ex had affected him too much. You have no right to feel this way, he reminded himself.

But still, he couldn’t help the anger that was building inside him. Jealousy was eating him alive.

It’s time to do something.

“Y/N—” You looked at him waiting for his next words, “Let’s get out of here.”

And without a second thought, Suguru grabbed your wrist to pull you up from the couch and move through the party crowd towards the exit. You followed him without putting up any resistance or trying to free yourself from his grip, asking questions like: Where are we going? Are you okay? Which he chose to ignore.

The cold air hit your bodies as soon as you left the house and walked down the dark street until you reached his car. Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the back one and told you to get in, after looking at him with confusion, you obeyed his words and he got in after you, closing the door with a loud thump and locking it.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong? Why all of a sud—” He didn’t let you finish speaking when his lips were already on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth when you reciprocated his kiss immediately.

You leaned your body against the door as Geto intensified the kiss, moaning into his mouth and resting your pretty hands on his shoulders.

“Suguru—” You called his name in the middle of the kiss, but he was unwilling to separate his lips from yours.

You had no idea how much he enjoyed kissing you, tasting the different flavors of gloss you used, having his mouth and face stained with your lipstick, he could kiss you for hours without getting tired.

This kiss was passionate, intense, even a little aggressive. You had kissed like this before, what made it different was what he wanted to convey to you with it— how much he adored you and how incredibly irritated he was with the appearance of your ex.

His hands went to your waist to pull you closer to him before he leaned back against the backrest, making you straddle his lap. He stroked from your back to your thighs, then squeezed your buttocks under your dress.

The moment he left your lips to kiss your neck, you took the opportunity to finally speak, “Why are you acting so weird?”

Suguru tried to remind himself not to get carried away, he had to think before he spoke. But the next words had already left his mouth before he could even think of stopping them,

“Why are you using the scrunchie he gave you?”

He didn’t have the courage to look you in the face—instead he concentrated on spreading more kisses on your neck—but he bet you frowned at his random question.

“I don’t know? I have dozens of these, I just pick the one that goes best with my outfit.” You said, lifting your head a little to give him more access to your skin. “I didn’t even remember Naoya gave it to me until he mentioned it.”

He didn’t expect you to actually give him an explanation, he expected at most a ‘not your problem’ or a ‘because I want to’. Your words should have given him peace of mind, but that feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away, much less with your ex’s name coming from your lips.

Geto sucked the skin under your ear, leaving a mark for sure. Your hands tightened on his broad shoulders, and you began to move your hips in a slow rhythm, grinding your crotch against his.

“Take it off.”

“Huh? Why?” You muttered, moaning softly when he sucked again, this time at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t miss the teasing tone of your voice when you added, “You don’t like it?”

He didn’t think twice before replying with a clear and sharp, “No.”

“Why not?”

It was at that moment when Suguru finally had the courage to look at your face, and he had to restrain himself from sighing— with the little light he could see that your lips were swollen and your eyes had that gleam he liked so much. You’re gorgeous.

Instead of answering right away, he placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb for a few seconds before moving it behind your head, right where your ponytail started, to grab the scrunchie that was annoying him so much and slowly remove it. When he loosened your hair, he pulled the pink hair tie to the side and with his fingers began to stroke your hair before moving it to the side, freeing your neck for him to kiss it once more.

“Because he gave it to you” He admitted, he had already come this far and believed he shouldn’t stop. If you were going to reject him, call him crazy and end what you had—even when the last thing he wanted was to lose you—he should hear that now, so he would have more time to heal instead of continuing to dig himself into a hole.

“It’s just a scrunchie.” You positioned your hand on the back of his neck to stroke his hair, and without hesitation, you asked, “Are you jealous?”

He’s fucked. It was no longer worth denying the obvious.

“What if I am?”

“We’ll have to end this.” There was no way you could mean it, not when you had even started to move your hips over his hard cock with more pressure.

“I don’t think you really want that.” He replied with a smirk, pointing to the way you were getting off on top of his bulge with a nod of his head, to which you responded with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Don’t be so confident.” You said between your teeth, trying to contain the sighs of pleasure that wanted to come out of you. “Gonna tell me why you’re jealous?”

Suguru decided to pull down your dress to free your breasts, instantly cupping them with his large hands to caress your erect nipples with his thumbs while leaving wet kisses on your shoulder.

You didn’t seem to like how he ignored your words, because with the hand you had previously placed in his hair you pulled him away from your skin and forced him to look at you. Instead of saying something at that moment, you ran your tongue over your lips before kissing him again, moaning at the feeling of his erection against your covered clit one more time.

When he felt your hands on the edge of his shirt, he helped you by lifting his arms so you could take it off and expose the muscular torso he knew you loved.

“Does it piss you off that someone has fucked me before?” You questioned with a mocking tone.

“Shut up.” He spat and pushed his body forward aggressively, he made sure to grab you around the waist to keep you from falling backwards onto the center console. Your arms sought support on the headrests of the front seats.

It was obvious that one of his favorite parts of your body were your tits, because his mouth went back to making circular movements with his tongue on your nipple. The hand that was on your waist moved down to the middle of your legs, you moaned with anticipation as he began to brush his thumb over your underwear.

“Is that a yes?” Your tone of voice showed that you were beginning to despair at the lack of answers from him, but you had to be patient, there were things he needed to know before he would respond to your words.

“When was the last time you fucked him?” He asked suddenly, pulling your breast out of his mouth only to appreciate the moment when his hand pushed aside your panties and his fingers began to play with the fluids in your slit.

You pushed your hips forward urging him to insert his fingers, he wanted to keep teasing you a little, but you looked so pretty at this moment that it was almost impossible for him to deny you what you wanted, so he inserted two fingers slowly.

“Fuck— Does it matter?”

“Tell me.”

“Why should I? You haven’t wanted to tell me that—” A spank on the exposed skin of your butt cut off your words, no doubt you were surprised, but Suguru knew how to recognize when you liked something, and clearly his sudden rough treatment did.

“Fuckin’ tell me.” He curved his fingers making sure to touch that sweet spot inside you, “C’mon I’m listening.”

You sighed as your grip on the headrests intensified, digging your nails into the material as you felt his blessed fingers pleasure you with perfection.

“I think—fuck—three months ago.”

Suddenly, his movements stopped. Suguru believed that even his breathing and heart did when he heard you.

“What?”

It didn’t bother him that you had sex with other men before him, he knew perfectly well that you were a single woman and could do whatever you wanted with your body. But he couldn’t deny it, the thought of Naoya’s dirty hands on your precious body made his chest ache because he wasn’t just another man, he was your ex, someone you had an emotional connection with in the past and it got under his skin because he wanted that.

He felt cheated, betrayed, angry. It was wrong, you didn’t owe him anything, it was part of your agreement, and he felt like a hypocrite because at least in the first few months he had started sleeping with you, he had also been with other girls. But he didn’t know whether to be ashamed or proud that when his feelings for you began to evolve— suddenly the desire to be with someone other than you disappeared. So yes, for the last four months he’s only had sex with you, and for some naive reason, he expected you to do the same.

“We were drunk” You quickly clarified, but that didn’t make him feel better, quite the contrary. “I don’t want it to happen again.”

“I see.” He muttered after withdrawing his fingers without looking at your face, not wanting you to see through him and realize how hurt he felt.

But apparently, you did.

“Suguru, I’m sorry.” The fact that you said sorry caught him off guard; as he stated earlier, you didn’t owe him anything, but somehow it filled him with hope— was there any small chance that you felt something more for him?

The need to show you everything he felt, to prove to you that he was the man you deserved multiplied.

He grabbed you by the jaw with one hand to pull you close to him and bring your lips to his in a passionate kiss once again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, still tasting the flavor of the drink he offered you earlier and your hands went to his shoulders where you dug your nails when he bit your lower lip.

“You can do whatever you want, there’s no need to say sorry.” He mumbled still with his lips on yours. “But I think I’ll need to fuck you enough to erase all traces of him, then.”

“You better.”

Geto’s hands worked quickly at unbuttoning his pants to pull them down along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing cock and wrap his fingers around it to stroke it up and down. He muttered a profanity at the feeling of relief he gave himself while you lifted your hips and pushed your underwear aside, waiting for him.

“Spit on it— yes, fuck.” He began to lubricate his long shaft after you dropped your saliva on the tip, only to seconds later line it up against your wet entrance. “Sit, baby.”

You heeded his command and began to slowly lower your hips; you closed your eyes as you felt his cock enter between your tight walls. His eyes were fixed on the spot where your body and his became one, it was always a delight for him to witness how your little pussy managed to swallow him completely.

He threw his head back against the backrest, enjoying the moment when your buttocks met his thighs. You felt so warm and tight, there was no pussy like yours and that was confirmed every time he was deep inside you.

Geto let out a guttural sound as you started to move your hips, sucking him every time you went down as deliciously as ever. God, he had fucked you too many times and in different positions, but he could never get enough of you— you certainly had him in the palm of your hand.

The slight bouncing of your breasts invited him to take one into his mouth, savoring the taste of your skin with pleasure as he brought his hands to your hips to guide your sensual movements to his liking.

The windows began to fog up as the moans of the two of you became louder and louder. For a moment Geto forgot that you were in his car, parked a few meters from the house where the party was, that anyone could pass by and realize what you were doing in there because it was too obvious thanks to the fogged windows and the movement of the vehicle, but that didn’t matter to him in the least, especially when he had a goddess like you riding him.

He ran his tongue from your chest to your collarbones before resting his cheek on your shoulder as he felt his climax near.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in the middle of his gasps. “So damn perfect that you drive me crazy.” One of his hands went to the middle of your legs to circle your clit and rush an orgasm out of you, a loud grunt came from his throat when your walls squeezed him hard from the stimulation.

“Do I?”

“You fucking do. I just can’t imagine you with anyone else, I want you all to myself.” He knew he was saying too much in the heat of the moment, that there was a possibility that you would end this and that meant he wouldn’t have you in his life at all; but the words came from his heart and his mouth was unable to stop them.

“You said I can do whatever I wanted— fuck.” Your hands tightened on his shoulders the closer you got to your peak.

“I know what I said but—god—that doesn’t mean I like the idea.” He admitted, finally raising his head to meet your eyes and see the smile that appeared on your face. You started to move your hips faster, with the purpose of making him explode as soon as possible.

The words were left aside when you closed your eyes as Suguru pressed his fingers harder, making your legs tremble and your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the moment you reached your climax. His own orgasm didn’t take long, he stifled his moans by joining your lips in another kiss as he spilled his warm cum inside you.

You were both sweaty and a panting mess, the heat in the car was immense and Suguru had the urge to reach over to start the vehicle to turn on the AC or at least roll down the windows; but he gave up the idea when you leaned over him. He could feel your heartbeat because your chest was against his, smell the scent of your shampoo from your head resting on his shoulder and the softness of your fingers as your hands caressed his ribs. It was such an intimate moment that he wouldn’t dare to interrupt, so he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his muscular arms around you to feel you closer to him.

He doesn’t know how long you were like this, enjoying each other’s vital sounds, it could be a few minutes or more than an hour, but it’s not like he cares either. Having the woman he loved in his arms always made him lose track of time.

The sudden sound of your voice calling his name brought him out of his thoughts, for a moment he thought you had fallen asleep, “Yes, angel?”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, your noses almost brushed mingling their breaths.

“Are you gonna tell me why now?” You asked in a whisper, picking up on the previous conversation. You tucked behind his ear one of the strands of black hair that had slipped into his face, the act was so affectionate that it almost made Suguru shed a tear.

Geto gulped. Well, it was now or never.

“I-I love you.”

God, he actually did it. He confessed. His heart stopped for a moment waiting for your answer, although it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity for him.

“Finally.” Wait, what? “I was beginning to think you’d never say it.”

You didn’t give him time to assimilate your words when you kissed him, cupping his face between the palms of your hands to hold him closer to you.

“Love you too.” You added, leaving a peck on his lips. His heart began to race as he found it hard to believe that this was really happening, wasn’t he dreaming? Were you really reciprocating his feelings?

“You serious?” Stupid Suguru, is that really what left his mouth?

You let out a chuckle before nodding and pressing your forehead to his. “Did you want me to say the opposite?”

“No, I just— god, I’m speechless.” A smile took over his face, showing all the happiness he felt.

“So…” You sang, caressing his cheek with your knuckles “Aren’t you gonna ask me something, jealous boy?

He snorted holding back a laugh, somewhat embarrassed, but still took your hands in his before saying, “Angel, will you please be my girlfriend?”

Suguru couldn’t help the pride he felt in his chest as you two walked back into the party with clasped hands, he ignored the mocking look on his white-haired friend’s face as he noticed your obvious disheveled appearances and mouthed that he owed him one. And of course, he couldn’t help but smile arrogantly when he met Naoya’s stare at the two of you; maybe someone else would be the one to feel jealous from now on— and Geto would have nothing to worry about because now he’s yours and you’re his.

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worldlxvlys · 4 months

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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN🙏🏻🙏🏻 YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE IT👁️👁️

lose your shit

dwb! matt x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing

based on these texts, it won’t really make sense if you don’t read them.

a/n: the guy’s name is alex, i hope you like this <333

shit shit shit shit.

this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.

matt doesn’t live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.

fuck.

i began to shake alex awake. “you gotta wake up, dude”

after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, letting out a yawn.

“nothing. you just really need to fucking go”

“alright damn, but what’s the rush?”

“please just hurry up, i don’t have time for this” i said, pulling him off the bed.

“damn, was the sex that bad?” i didn’t even answer, just looked him up and down.

“alright, jeez” i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.

he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.

when he was done he just stood there.

“was there something else you needed?” i asked trying to figure out why he wouldn’t leave.

“can i at least brush my teeth?”

“does this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.” i answered, starting to get annoyed.

he just stared at me, mouth open.

“you do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?”

“well, yeah. but-“

“ok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygiene” i said nudging him out of my room.

i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.

when i opened the door, there stood matt.

fucking hell.

that has to be the worst timing i’ve ever had in my entire life.

his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same thing, matty-boy”

they know each other.

the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.

“oh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, y’all can catch up later” i said, trying to get him to walk away.

“actually, i think i’m gonna stay” he said, looking matt up and down.

well, shit.

this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didn’t surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasn’t expecting this from alex.

alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasn’t built for it, at least, that’s what i thought.

matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.

“jesus christ, matt” i said in shock.

“what ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?” matt did just that, swinging at alex’s face.

“you need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?”

“no can do, matty pooh. i can’t lie, she’s a good fuck”

matt didn’t like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.

alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught matt’s fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.

yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.

“hey fuckers! i don’t know if you’ve noticed but my house is white. it’d be lovely if you didn’t get blood on it !” i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.

alex took advantage of matt’s distraction to land another blow to matt’s face.

that shit looked like it hurt.

i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.

“you two need to get a fucking grip” i turned to alex. “walk away before i call the cops on your ass”

i turned to matt, “you’ve made your point, let him go”

matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off “your face isn’t the only place i left marks ” he mumbled.

matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.

i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. “it’s fine. just let him go” he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.

once i heard alex’s car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside “come on”.

i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.

“did he actually mark you up?” he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.

“no, matt. he was just trying to get under your skin” i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.

i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. “i know, i know. sorry”

my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.

he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.

“all done.” i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. “lemme just grab a-“ he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.

my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasn’t hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each other’s faces.

he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “what was that for?” i asked, eyes still closed.

“i need you to know that i care about you” my eye opened at this, staring into mine.

“i’m not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and i’m so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i can’t lose you, and i couldn’t live with myself if i let anything happen to you.”

he pecked my nose.

“i know that you’re capable of making your own decisions, and i’m not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and he’s not the type of person you want to be around. i can’t just watch him ruin you.” he moves a piece of hair out of my face.

“so i’m sorry that i just showed up here. i’m sorry i lost my shit. i’m sorry about the blood on your house” we both chuckled.

“but i can’t help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazy”

“hmm i don’t know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, it’s hot” i said as our noses touched.

he pushed my hips against my sink.

“good” he said as he went in for another kiss.

🌀🌀🌀🌀

hope you liked :)

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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months

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Undertale, Underswap, and underfell brothers react to a reader (platonic or not) that is hyper sexual

Minor dni pls, vague nsfw under the cut and sentive topics

No dni banner because there's nothing really explicit but it's implied

Undertale :

Sans

He noticed slight changes in your attitude before your crisis started. You were getting more and more bold, which is quite unusual for you.

Sans was worried for the few day you disappeared but understood that you may not want him to know about your problems. It didn't make him any less curious though.

It was a week after your first "symptoms" that he really got worried. So he went to your hiding place to confront you about it.

"Knock knock" Sans said, standing right in front of the bedroom's door.

"Sans?" You asked surprised and a bit panicked.

"S'not how the joke goes, kid. Knock knock." His tone wasn't particularly harsh, but he made it clear that he wasn't leaving. He used a tone that you had learned to interpret since knowing him.

"Who's there?" You said recluantly, you didn't want anyone to know about your bad habits

"Will." You thought for a bit, trying to guess the end of the joke but couldn't figure it out with your head still full of what's currently going on

"Will who?" Sans smiles a bit. Even in bad times, he still likes his jokes. It helps him relax a little.

"Will you open the door so we can talk face to face?"

So after putting on a sweatshirt and pyjama's pants, you get up and open the door.

"Hey.." You look down at his slippers.

"Hey, how 'bout we sit down and talk a bit, mh? M'not upset with you, just worried."

After you both settle down on the bed, you bring your knees to your chest and wait for him to start talking.

"Soooo, what's up, kiddo?"

Yeah... This is awkward for the both of you

So after you explained the things you were doing and how you felt while he patiently listened, he just asked you one thing.

"Is it because of a traumatic event you've been through?"

Now I let you decide what happened or not because everyone is different, but let's just say that if a person did something to make you feel that way, they're going to have a not so friendly chat with Sans.

Papyrus

Now, this cutie definitely didn't wait to ask you what was going on. I imagine him being autistic

So, while our pretty boy is definitely not stupid, I like to think he still struggles a bit with social clues. This means that he did ask you as soon as he noticed, but it might have taken quite a while.

Now, we all now Sans almost canonically struggles with depression so Paps can definitely help you a bit.

So, since no one can resist that cool face, you explained what was going on and let me tell you... That man was upset! Not at you but at the fact that you felt that way and he couldn't do anything about it. Not that it was his fault, but yk (*￣∇￣)ノ

Now he spent days telling you how amazing you were, how he loved you (platonically or not *wink wink*), and trying to get you attention on something else than your problem so you'd feel better.

Because you do. Not "maybe", you do 😭🔫😾

The cat is me, obviously 🙄

Underswap :

Blue (sans)

Might get hate on this one, but I think he struggles with hypersexuality too. I don't remember who's Au's it is, but there is one where he's popular on Instagram and where he's close friend with Viper (sf sans from that au which I use). So he knew what was going on before you told him.

Bb explained that he was like that, too, so you guys took care of each other :3

Like getting in comfy clothes, cooking a bit, cuddling, watching a movie, ... whatever you want!

And like spa treatments to echother too!

I'll probably write a part two for him in the future because, like this scenario + him, it's just ✨️perfect✨️

Stretch (us papyrus)

Even tho he's younger than blue, he still took care of his brother and therefore knew what was going on too. So when he sees you, he just picks you up with his magic, drags you to the couch, and pretty much instantly falls asleep on you. Well, he's not really sleeping, but you don't know that.

After a while, you start to cry silently because you feel kind of disgusting. Stretch cling to you a tiny bit harder and starts to purr "in his sleep" to try and console you.

Yes, skeletons purr, don't ask me why or how.

Anyway, after a while of being soothed, you fall asleep, and Stretch is smiling like an idiot because he managed to help you even the tiniest bit.

After both of you wake up, he goes to ask Blue what he can do to help you and apply with the wtv he tells him.

Blue might even join to talk to you a bit :)

Underfell :

Red (uf sans)

He knew what was going on but didn't want to bother you with it. The man already knows how hard it is when you're going through tough times.

So he kinda let you be but sometimes he comes buy and offer you to do some things.

It's not in a really nice way but not rude either, just a bit rough, I guess

He was like, "How 'bout you do something instead of just lying there, huh?"

He is not an asshole. He just grew up in a difficult world and therefore kinda has a stick stuck up in his non-existent ass.

If you don't move, he'll literally drag you out of bed and sit you on the couch with a movie already picked paused on the TV.

If you talk about it, he'll listen and suggest things that might help you, but if you don't, he'll do whatever he can while being "subtle."

Edge (uf papyrus)

He catched you crying when he opened the door of your bedroom to ask you to come downstairs since dinner was ready. Now Edge is by no means a cruel person, but he had to do things to survive in the underground. I like to think that when they all got out, he and Red cut links with most of the other monsters.

So now he got quite a lot softer, but it's still Edge, so don't expect too much.

He sat down next to you and brung a hand to your back (a bit awkwardly, but the man is learning people)

"I'M HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK." he told you in the softest voice he could manage to get out (it wasn't soft, but since you know him and how he talked you understood that he was trying)

Same as his brother, if you talk, he'll listen, but he might be a bit more insistant with his advice. Again, not in a rude way, just in his way of saying thing.

If you don't, he'll probably get a little offended that you don't trust him even after he tried his best to be soft but still understands why you may not want to talk about your problems.

Not verified afterwards, sorry ;^;

So this is it :) it's a bit shitty ngl but I tried my best.

Kinda self indulge, honestly, but I'm better now so dw

If you have a similar problem or even another one, my dm's are opened, don't stay alone in your misery.

I might not answer right away (I live in Western Europe), but I will as soon as I can

Have a good day/night, and be safe, everyone. <3

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prodshima · 2 years

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shying away after an argument

genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi

warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.

notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.

sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves

and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice

so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated

however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile

and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner

he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment

“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”

he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close

you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.

looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection

taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space

it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth

he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure

his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it

when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself

"y/n, hi.”

a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.

you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"

"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you

he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?

when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat

after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed

however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you

now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?

he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.

he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.

trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms

you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"

"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"

you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.

but it appears he knows you too well for that.

"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”

and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings

“of course omi”

ushijima wakatoshi.

you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches

you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him

but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule

the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work

and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)

getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.

you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes

but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home

after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”

your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain

you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.

you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed

because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time

why did you even expect?

understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”

you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down

you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep

it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.

your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.

you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do

shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier

but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do

but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self

so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift

when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand

you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”

you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for

“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”

you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“and that i love you?”

“yes, i know that. i love you too.”

smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.

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jybyls · 3 months

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Tease

Part 1

Warning: Teasing, R is kinda jealous, sexual tension but no smut, R is an actress too, and I think that's it.

Synopsis: Part 2, so you're visiting Jenna on the set of Finestkind, and you wanted to get your revenge after her teasing you but you end up in one damn of a situation

Words: 1k~

Jen <3

You: Loveee ! Do you know what day it is ?

So today I finally get to see Jenna again and I'm terribly excited.

Jen: Hi love, did you sleep well ?

It's sweet she asks if i slept well because she knows I have trouble sleeping even more when I'm not with her. But currently I couldn't give a fuck less about my sleeping schedule.

You: Who gives a shit I FINALLY get to see you today !!

Jen: Oh yes that's right ! Omg I forgot it's already the day !

You: How could you forget ? I'm terribly offended.

Jen: Come on I'm sorry I really can't wait to see ya love ❤️

You: Yeah sure

Jen: Don't be like that

You: Ok ok I'm sorry

I'm really excited to see you tho ❤️

Jen: Me too ❤️

When's your flight ?

You: At 6pm.

Got everything pack already and I'm just gonna clean the house and feed the cats

Jen: Omg bring the cats with you !

You: Lmao I wish I could, but my best friend gonna take care of them while I'm gone

Jen: Really wish you could bring them :(

Miss them

You: More than me ?

Jen: That's a trick question and I won't answer

You: That is not a trick question woman 🤨

Anyway you're gonna pick me up at the airport right ?

Jen: Yes ofc

Need my little princess passenger

You: Tbh that's one of the thing I missed the most

Jen: Being my princess passenger ?

You: Yeah

Jen: You're unbelievable

You: I can't wait to see in your Mabel outfit in real life

Jen: Oooh right I forgot about that

I really bet you can't wait

You: Ok now don't be a teaser

Jen: I didn't do anything !

You: Aren't you suppose to work ?

Jen: Lunch break

You: Right

What scene do you gotta do after you're break ?

Jen: A lovey dovey scene

Oh right so whenever me or Jenna are doing a scene where we're kissing someone else we call those scenes "lovey dovey scenes" to not make the other one jealous. Which never works by the way.

You: Right I forgot that's basically all the movie is about.

Anddd now I'm jealous and she knows it.

Jen: Don't be jealous

We can recreate that scene if you want. It'll be soo much better than the actually scene

Will they make you feel better ?

You: Probably yeah

Jen: Alright. I gotta go my love I love you can't wait to see you ❤️

You: I love you too, work hard. I'll reward you when I'll get there ❤️

Jen: Oh God.

She can't be the only one to tease.

My plan arrived, and I've been looking around for Jenna until I saw a small figure looking around like I was. She turned around, and a smile immediately grew on her face. She ran up to me, hugging my waist tightly. "Hi baby. I've missed you so bad." She said, her face buried in my chest. "I've missed you too, love." My face in her neck holding her for dear life. She pulled away to kiss me softly. That's only when I realised she's still wearing Mabel's outfit. Oh God.

"You're still wearing Mabel's fit." I said while checking her out. "Yeah, you like it ?" She smirked. Fucking tease. "Yeah it looks even better in real life," I look up at her, not looking away from her mesmerising eyes, "you look so good, love." She just smiled at me, taking my hand in her. "Thank you sweetheart," she took some of my baggage and start walking toward her car, "by the way you know I worked real hard today." She made an allusion of our conversation earlier, I like to think that she kept thinking about that all day. "Remebered that huh ? Could you even think of something else all day ?" I teased her, I'm getting my revenge today.

"No I couldn't this is why I worked so hard, I mean, I had to think about something else than you which was really considering the pic that you send me so I think I deserved my reward." She started to ramble as she opened the door for me, I mumbled a small 'thank you' before starting to talk. "Right, you do deserve your reward." I smirked, seeing how hard I affected her.

Jenna is usually the one who has an effect on me and totally controls me, but from time to time, she lets me take control for a moment, so I'm enjoying it. Plus, I know as soon as she asks me to get down on my knees, I will.

On the way to the set of Finestkind, we talked about our day, going back and forth on random topics too. Once there, she made me meet everyone, but she hurried our way to her trailer.

"Remebered what I told you about recreating that lovey dovey scene ?"

"Yeah, I do, but what exactly was the scene ?"

"Let me show you ? You're Charlie, and I'm Mabel, ok love ?"

I only nodded, letting her guide me for now.

Jenna is currently lying on her back while I'm kissing her stomach, begging for her to let me taste her. "Please, pretty please." I'm so desperate for her, but how could I not be? She has been teasing me for the past hour. It goes from pulling my hair away from a kiss to denying me pleasure her. It's driving me crazy and she's loving it, maybe too much.

"What do you want, baby ?" She smirked down at me. "You. Just you, please." I'm turning into a whining mess. She pretended to think for a moment before answering me. "Mmh, I don't know. Why should I ?" She's being cruel. She knows it, a small tear run down my eye. I buried my face in her thigh, holding her like my life depended on it. "Because you worked so hard today, you need to release some stress." She can't deny me for too long she'll eventually give in.

"Okay, then have me, baby." She caressed my hair softly, I looked up at her checking if she was playing with me, but I realised she wasn't and immediately started to get to work.

We're having a long night.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #oneshot #jenna ortega imagine #mabel #finestkind #jybyls' writing

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jaybirdss · 1 year

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Hey there✨ I was wondering if ud be willing to write headcanons for the ninja with an s/o that often gets overwhelmed with crowds n generally is socially anxious? I understand tho if that's something u are not be comfortable with

Either way I wish you all a wonderful day✨

(and thank you sm for creating this blog, it's a pleasure to read ur guys' writing📖)

content warning, anxiety and panic attacks

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I just speed ran it and i'm pretty happy with how this came out. I know these aren't headcanons, I started doing this and...didn't want to change it tbh. I hope you enjoy this anyway, thank you so much for requesting. gender neutral :) !!-Ro🛼

Having known you for so long, the ninja were aware of your social anxiety, and have always tried to the best of their ability to avoid situations that were overwhelming with large crowds and loud noises. They switch up their routines to make you more comfortable such as going to the supermarket at a later hour so there would be less people, or calling in an order and going in to get it for you. They always do so without complaint, insisting it's not a big deal and that you're worth it. Of course, however, they can't always deviate from the plan, and sometimes there's no other way around than through a large, loud crowd of people.

COLE

Cole was no stranger to your rough mornings, the ones where you feared to leave the house, to get up and start your day paralyzed by the possibility of not being as productive as possible. On most days like these he could get you up with the promise of your favorite breakfast and helping you in whatever endeavor that was stressing you out. Today however, was one of the days where no matter what was said it felt hopeless. Cole sat by you, looking over you while you stared into space. "If you get up, you'll feel better" he reminded you, though it went in one ear and out the other. The only recognition you gave him that you heard him was a brief glance in his direction. Cole stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out how to help you get out of bed. A big dramatic sigh caught your attention, "I guess I have no choice then..." was all the warning you got before Cole flopped on top of you. You yelped, trying to pull yourself out from under him. "Time to bring out the tickle monster!" he yelled, sitting on top of you and digging into your sides. Without wanting to, you laugh and jerk around, fighting with him trying to push him off. You can't help rolling around and squealing and smiling so big your cheeks start to hurt. "Cole- st- stop!" you yell, grabbing at him. "Will you get out of bed?" he asks over your yelps and giggles. "Yes ! Yes I'll get up!" and immediately his fingers stop digging into your soft sides, opting instead to brush hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. You catch your breath slowly, your eyes creasing with your smile. "Come on, what do you want for breakfast?"

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NYA

Nya smiled, taking your hand in hers gently. "I'll be there the whole time, promise". As comforting as her voice was, looking from her eyes to the looming general store sign made your gut swell with anxiety all over again. You weren’t too prepared to go out today, it wasn’t set in your plans and Nya presented this so suddenly. It wasn’t her fault, of course. But the fault of the lack of eggs in the fridge needed for tonight’s dinner. You chewed your lip and looked at your feet. We’re you even presentable? You shifted your feet, covered by slippers, your fingers pinching at the large hoodie that framed you baggily, my god, was that a stain?-. "This is all we have to do today, in and out, then we can go home and watch movies all day." Nya reminded you, bringing you out of your little daze, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. The stress of making a decision on if you would go in the store or not only made you more anxious. You didn't want to disappoint her by not going in, but you didn't want to go in with her and be a burden. It was nothing new for Nya, a chance of being recognized, recognized would mean excess people. Between the pressure of making a choice and then having to live with that choice felt like life or death. Though of course it wasn't, and Nya tried to remind you of that, it just felt so intense. And now people were starting to stare, as you'd been stood in front of the store for a few minutes. After taking a deep breath, you took a long stride forward. Nya smiled encouragingly, though you couldn't see it with your head down…

Back in the car, Nya asked if she could hug you, aware you might be overstimulated. "I'm so proud of you! You did really well"

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KAI

Kai pushed through the thick crowd of people, one hand paving way for the two of you and the other holding yours tightly. It wasn't long before the two of you broke free, finding refuge on an empty side street. Whether or not it was empty wasn't something you noticed until Kai appeared in your direct line of vision. Panicked breaths drew in and out rapidly while you looked around. You weren't sure where you were, but it was apparent you were away from the crowd. You could still hear them but they sounded distant. Further inspection revealed it was just you and Kai some ways into a side street. Realizing you were alone, your thoughts started to clear up, the fog fading with the panic. You felt tears forming, a familiar stinging in your eyes. You welcomed them, thinking faintly that it's good to feel your emotions. Kai stood watching, waiting for you to ask if you needing something, or maybe needed a hug. He wasn't sure if he should touch you without asking, so he waited patiently in front of you. Your eyes closed and you reached forward, both of your hands gripping onto the front of his zip up jacket. The fabric offering a different feeling to focus on. Your hands ran up and down the fabric, feeling the cool metal of the zipper. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. You repeated these actions until you felt your heart settle and your mind empty. When you opened your eyes, Kai was right in front of you. He offered a small smile. "Can we go home?" you ask, a small smile cracking. Even though Kai had seen you through some of your worst, it was still a little embarrassing to let him see you so upset. He then smiled with you, with a soft loving glance he returned your soft tone. "Yeah, do you wanna order take out or something?"

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JAY

Jay knocked on your bedroom door with his knuckles, hearing a grunt from the otherside. His brows furrowed, and he called your name. "I'm coming in okay?" he received another grunt. jay wasn't sure what he was expecting when he opened your door, but it definitely wasn't all your belongings to be all over the floor and bed. Nestled between clothes and books and trash was you, curled up in your bed staring at the wall. Jay closed the door, and made his way over to you stepping carefully between the mess. When he crouched to eye level he found your eyes glossed over with tears, and when you looked from the wall to him they leaked over and fell down your cheeks. Immediately Jay leaned forward, wiping your tears. This only made things worse. You started to sob violently, sitting up and clinging to Jay. He held you close, trying to thinking of what he could do for you. He settled on just holding you, rubbing your back and helping you regulate your breathing when you started to hiccup. Eventually, you calmed down enough to tell him what happened. "I just..I wanted to clean my room and I started and, and now I'm so overwhelmed I don't nuh-know what to do" you wailed, clinging to his shirt. Jay frowned. He'd gone though this very same thing many times, getting ahead of himself and then realizing he bit off more than he could chew. It was a stressful thing, looking around at all this mess and thinking you had to clean it up. "It's okay, I'll help you" he said finally. You pulled back sniffling "You don't have to do that Jay" he smiled, wiping a stray tear. "I know I don't have to, but I want to" Jay pulled the sleeve of his shirt over his hand, drying the rest of your face. "We'll do it in sections, tomorrow. You can sleep with me until your bed is sorted out"

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ZANE

You frowned, rifling through your closet looking for the shoes you planned your outfit with. You went through your whole closet twice but still couldn't find them. At this rate you would be late before you found them. You stomped out of the closet feeling that familiar warmth in your cheeks and the stinging of fresh tears. You sat down on your bed with a huff, one of your legs bouncing up and down. Zane walked in to ask if you were ready to go, stopping when he could see you were visibly upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked, walking closer. "Yes!" you exclaimed, letting your emotions leak into your voice. You winced. "Sorry, I just.." You paused, steadying your breathing before continuing. Zane sat next to you, a hand resting on your knee. "I planned my outfit with the shoes I can't find and I don't want to wear other shoes because they won't look as good and i don't have time to plan another outfit! But we'll be late at this point, and we can't be late" you rambled, finishing looking hopelessly at the floor. Zane hummed, "Well, what do the shoes look like?" After explaining the shoes to him, he stood up, pulling you with him. "Two people searching is faster than one" he smiled. After splitting up and looking in the living room and bathroom, and then under your bed the shoes were found. By the time the two of you found the shoes, your mood had improved. Zane made searching for the shoes less stressful with his positive remarks and playful attitude. He carried you to the car, saying if you wanted to be on time that you would have to put your shoes on in the car, though he later admitted to wanting to carry you. In the end you made it with just a few minutes to spare.

#lego ninjago x reader #zane julien x reader #kai smith x reader #nya smith x reader #jay walker x reader #cole brookstone x reader #gender neutral reader #ro🛼#gn reader #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago x reader #writing #cole brookstone #nya smith #kai smith #zane julien

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yona049 · 15 days

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𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 1?

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Disclaimer!

This is a story following the events after the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and only follows the movie and not any other adaptations!

Started with this fic a few years ago and finally continued bc I couldn't find any new fic's to read! 🥺

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(For ambiance~)

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Y/n stood with her feet planted infront of the burning Palais Garnier opera house, the ashes of a once red stage curtain falling on her bare shoulders. The only bit of warmth was the costume she was wearing.

A red fire dancer, her hair still in perfect shape. Tho it seems that the other staff of the Opera house weren't as lucky.

Her home was burning down infront of her eyes, and snow did nothing but usher on the burning flames of rage.

This was the doing of one Phantom of the opera. The damned demon took it all from them, their home, their jobs and even Christine Daaé.

The lead singer and great musician that made Y/n dance like never before, Christine's sweet melody made her feet float inches from the ground as her soul danced in sync with her body.

One shiver crawled up Y/n's spine when she heard an unghastly scream. Her feet simply lept to it, only to find a man crawling out of the burning opera house.

"Monsieur!" she cried out to him.

His face seemed to have already been caught by the fire and he barely wore anything but a shirt and his trousers. Y/n fell to her knees beside his weak body.

"Don't worry, Monsieur, you are out of the fire! Please, be still! You are injured. "

She trembled watching blood force its way through the thin gaps between the snowflakes. Blood still warm enough to melt and merge with ice to water.

In a desperate attempt, Y/n pulls off the bottom part of her dancing grown and desperately looked for the point of injury when she finally found the wound on the calve on his leg.

Tieing it tightly before Y/n hoisted him up to his feet.

"Please lean on me, we need to get further from the flames!"

He didn't speak, only grunted in pain. His voice was deep, without effort as if he was willing to Perish without hesitation.

Y/n took a moment to gently touch his burnt skin on his face, he didn't seem to whine. It was as she thought, the wound was not from the fire that had engulfed many others in its treacherous flames.

She shakes herself awake and quickly focuses on the problem at hand.

"I have strength to carry you, but you'll need to carry your consciousness for a little while longer!" she shutted, her voice swelling with pity for him.

'What happened to this poor soul?' She wondered and dragged his feet though the snow.

Y/n didn't know his name, nor his origin from the opera house. Perhaps a operator for the theater special effects? Or perhaps a member of the audience, sitting among the red velvet seats and nearly getting crushed by the chandelier falling loose from its hinges.

It wasn't long after when Y/n and the other performers were taken to a nearby inn. Perhaps it was the will of a greater power that the Opera managers didn't leave them to rot on the streets. Rather to reclaim insurance funds or come around a lone?

At least, she hoped that was the case. But for the moment, she was afraid of what might happen.

The opera house had been home for the last eighteen years of Y/n's life. No, certainly more!

Her father was a dancer, and her mother's legacy had been lost among the chatter and rumors of the opera.

Y/n's father had passed when she was only ten. Now, she was eighteen years older and she promised to follow in his dancing steps to fame.

Still engulfed in her thoughts Y/n stared into the small oil lamp flames while she sat on the bed of the inn. The figure of a woman danced in the red and orange colors.

This seemed to distract her from the man waking up from his exhausted slumber behind her.

He winced with a grumble when Y/n's head turned to face him. His palm covering the burn on his face that she saw before.

"Monsieur?" she whispered in an effort not to frighten him.

His gaze slowly trailed to Y/n's worried expression, but his palm never left his face.

Y/n took this opportunity to explain their predicament.

"Please, do not be frightened. We're in an inn, the managers have sent us to wait until they can reclaim funds."

She stood up to take the bowl of water and cloth to dampen the burnt flesh on the man's face.

She knelt down beside the bed and lightly lifted the damp cloth to his face. His eyes met hers, but Y/n only stared in silence hoping he'd understand her efforts.

Tho he was hesitant, his palm lightly lifted from his face. She feared the wound was still hissing with pain. Lightly the cloth is placed onto his eye and he gave a simple sigh of relief.

Silence filled the room, it would've seemed like only the stars were their witness if it weren't for the drunken cheers from the bar below.

Finally the man took a breath and spoke.

"What of Christine Daaé? Has she been found?"

Y/n's breathing seemed to betray her when her body couldn't fathom the gentle voice the man muttered. She tried to form words, creating a stutter.

"Y-yes, it um, It seems she has been retrieved by the Viscount Raoul de Chagny. She has offered many services to those who did not escape the flames unscathed." she whispered and willed herself to not look into his captivating eyes.

He looks to the side and gives a simple smile, seeming satisfied with his thought.

As soon as his skin was dampened once more he tried to stand with a gasply hiss of pain.

"Monsieur, please be patient! Your wound is still open and fresh!"

He grits his teeth before taking his seat again but looking back at the fireplace.

The rest of the night remained quiet, like he didn't have need to ask her anymore questions.

An awkward night spent sharing a room with a stranger. He fell asleep quickly with exhaustion.

Y/n couldn't sleep. Things ended so abruptly! How could she? Her love died in the fire, her home, belongings. She had nothing to her name anymore.

Y/n quietly stood up from the bed trying to keep noises to a minimum. Avoiding the creeking floor boards and opening the window to look outside.

The smoke from the Opera house covered the sky, no moon in sight. This quiet moment with her thoughts caused her throat to close up and her eyes to push tears.

As quietly as she could, she tried crying everything out, to no avail. Morning her loss took more than just a moment of soft tears.

"I'm sorry my love, Aloïs, I couldn't save you!"

She whispered. Her lover in the theater house had been burnt in the flames because he pushed her away from falling beams.

"Aloïs?"

She gasped when the voice lurks from behind her caught her off guard. The man stood up from the bed and had walked to right behind her without her hearing him.

"Monsieur! I'm so sorry, did I wake you?"

He shakes his head before spotting Y/n's shivers. Looking back at the blanket on the bed, he grabs it with one hand and swings it across her shoulders.

A gentleman! Y/n wasn't sure many workers from the Opera were quite so kind.

"You knew my Aloïs?"

He nods before leaning on the wall next to the window.

"Indeed, he helped me with costumes, more specifically Masks." The man mumbled folding his arms across his chest.

Y/n quickly realized what he meant when the dim light shone on his burnt face. Aloïs was the lead costume designer for all actors, singers and dancers in the opera. He'd certainly be willing to help a gentleman like the man stood next to her.

With a small giggle she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, Aloïs would do something like that. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable without a mask."

He looks at me confused almost relieved that he wasn't the one in trouble for once. That someone genuinely asked if he was uncomfortable instead of rushing him away and out of sight.

"You're apologizing? Mademoiselle-"

"Y/n, please."

He seems to smile before leaning closer and wiping a lingering tear off Y/n's cheek.

"Y/n, my name is Erik."

Small talk lasted for a few more hours until the sun started to rise.

All members of the Opera house were called to the outside of the Inn where Monsieur André and Firmin would enlighten them of the situation.

Monsieur André took the lead standing ontop of the inn balcony.

"Listen all! I'm afraid we have terrible news you will all now be let go from the Opera house!"

A sudden uproar of voices filled the street and Y/n felt my body wobble a little from shock. Erik stood beside her with his hand on the small of my back trying to stabilize her.

Monsieur Firmin then took the lead and explained:

"This was a terrible tragedy! And with the business in shambles we have no hope of reviving it, thanks to our generous sponsor, Viscount Raoul de Chagny, we will be giving out warm clothes to help with your resignation."

They both quickly scurry out of view back into the inn, likely out the back door leaving the crowd in shock and anger.

Y/n bit her lip feeling another wave of sadness overcome her. Quick breathing and a pounding heart for the unknown future that lied before her.

"Fools!" She hears Erik mumble under his breath.

"We must go quickly!" he said grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd to the front.

They got their clothes, thanks to Erik for getting them there early enough to take a few extra pieces of clothes.

Even with a wounded leg, Erik managed to take them to a proper alleyway to get dressed in the clothing.

He dressed first, then stood at the front of the ally to let Y/n get dressed keeping a look out.

A gentleman walked by peeping into the alleyway, but Erik growled loudly and with his burnt face scared the gentleman away.

"I'm done!"

Y/n smiled walking out with the costume she wore neatly folded in her arms.

Erik seemed to smile at her for a very small second then it quickly fell away, he brought his palm to cover his face.

"May I?"

He looked at Y/n confused until she gently took his hand and pulled it away.

"This might not be as good as Aloïs's handy work."

She looked down at her costume before quickly ripping off a piece of the skirt. She used the edges to tie it delicately around the side of his face tracing over it.

"You shouldn't have to hide! People are children! Gasping at the first strange thing they see." Y/n declared.

Erik chuckles but only for a second before going back into a smile.

"Perhaps."

He offers his arm which Y/n gladly took. They walked out into the crowded streets.

The sights were great and all the small shops and children seemed so foreign to her. In the Opera house they only had wooden or stone walls with the occasional windows high up in the building. The space of an open sky and streets going as far as the eye could see was a breath of fresh air.

A few hours later, Y/n suddenly realized that neither Erik or herself currently had a place to live, she have no living family to rely on.

Walking around the city for the first time in years distracted her from the dormant thoughts about the trouble we were in.

She looked back at Erik ready to ask him if he has a plan, but his eyes were sparkling. He was bewildered and intrigued by buildings, people, sounds and other sights. Y/n was starting to wonder if he'd ever been outside the Opera.

She felt a smile spread across her face from the warmth radiating off Erik.

"Erik, have you never-"

"Hello little mis!" a voice from behind her.

Three men quickly surrounded them and Y/n felt her body shrink into fear. Her lack of outside experience made her forget about the rats lurking around the city.

"Well, well! Give us a smile! How much?"

Y/n felt one of the bigger men behind her run his hand down her back.

She jump forward from his touch ready defend herself however, Erik pinched her arm tightly between his bicep and torso.

Y/n looked up at him and noticed the grimace clenching of his teeth.

"Now, this is unfortunate, just as I was starting to enjoy the outside." Erik fumed.

The man reaches for Y/n's behind again but this time Erik uses a closed fist to swing right into the man's nose.

He pushed Y/n off to the side, just hard enough for her to delicately hit the wall. She watched while this night old acquaintance fights off three large men with a bit of wood he swooped off the ground.

Using it to jab into the first mans forearm and then kneeing him in the groin.

Erik kicks the second man in the side, and to their luck, the third starts running. Finally all three run at the first sight of blood.

Erik breathes heavily before dropping to a knee with a loud grunt,clutching his injured leg from the fire.

"Erik!" Y/n ran to his side and wormed her arm underneath his arm and around his torso.

"We have to leave before they bring friends." Y/n stammered.

Her eyes dart around to land on a Inn with a tavern at the ground floor. The sun was setting again so soon and the candles of the tavern were lit.

She walked with Erik and quickly made their way inside to set Erik down in the corner of the tavern by a table.

"Oi!" The barkeep yells at us.

"Out!! You don't have no money!"

Looking at their clothes Y/n understood exactly how he knew we had no money to spend.

"Please! This man is injured, we need-"

He interrupts Y/n again.

"No money, no service! Out!"

Y/n bit her lip hard, thinking of anything to pay this man until she got a small shred of an idea.

"I dance!"

This makes the barkeep stop and look back at them. He leaned against the bar and waited.

Y/n realized he wanted an example before she swallowed the lump of pride in her throat.

She slowly pulled her coat off revealing a very inexpensive dress they received from the Managers.

Low cut to account for all bust sizes and too long skirt for all heights of woman in the Opera house. Throwing the coat over Erik she leaned close to his ear to whisper.

"Hold on, I'll get more help and medicine for that leg."

He groans grabbing Y/n's arm, objecting to what he knew she'd do. She felt her heart want to cry at his genuine worry for her pride. She gently lifts his hand off before turning back to the bar keep.

She looked down at her skirt before lifting it and tieing it into a knot showing just above her knees.

The musician with a pocket fiddle in the corner starts playing a rhythmic song and patrons start coming in.

Y/n puts on the best smile she could muster before starting to move her legs and hips.

Y/n felt the gazes of every drunken basted, but worst of all, she felt Erik watching her. Intrigued or Disgusted? She wasn't sure. She hoped for the latter. It was the better of the two.

Moving her hand over a rich looking patrons shoulders before spinning to the bar and smiling at another gentleman.

For what felt like forever, Y/n danced following each rhythm of each song played.

Getting a small tip from some patrons before she stopped and leaned against the bar.

Out of breath with her chest moving up and down rapidly. Another song had ended. She wasn't sure how much longer she could continue, her legs burnt from no warm up before hand like she knew she had to.

The barkeep, more likely the owner of the inn, pushed a glass of water toward her.

"Well done girl! We haven't had this many patrons in a while."

He praised but Y/n growled and reached out to him with an open palm.

"I did my part, I need payment."

The barkeep looks disgusted and Y/n was afraid for a moment he would refuse her payment. Thankfully he reached into his apron pocket and gave her a good hand full of coins.

Before she could pull her hand back he grabbed her wrist and smirked.

"Come back, with a better attitude, and you can make twice as much."

Y/n gritted her teeth looking away knowing its a large possibility she'd need to come back for more payment.

She pulled her wrist back then ran to where she'd left Erik only to spot him with an angry expression.

"Erik?"

She knew it, he was disgusted! She hesitated in front of him. He only managed to lean forward and pull the knot out of her skirt letting it cover her legs again.

He looks away but patted on the seat beside him. Y/n felt her body once again shrink in on itself as she sat beside him.

She took this opportunity to count the coins and realized they had enough to rent a room for the night and for her to go buy bandages and medicine.

Once they were in the room she felt a very strange hole in her heart, she felt like she'd betrayed him. She was sure he'd leave the next chance he got. She basically did what he'd tried to prevent in the first place.

She sat on the bed facing away while Erik used this time to wash up in the wash room and apply the medicine and bandages himself.

"Y/n."

His voice stood out from the muffled cheers downstairs.

His hand traveled to Y/n's and he sat beside her on the bed.

"I'm sorry."

Those small words made Y/n breath a sigh of relief before she felt his arms wrap her into a hug.

She'd never cried in front of anyone or at least she tried to avoid it as much she could, so how is it possible for this man to have seen her cry twice.

His chin rested on her head as she sobbed. It felt like she would never stop. Until Erik started humming. A soft but familiar tune. A song from the Opera house used in one of the famous plays.

It was beautiful, an angel of music. A voice she didn't know she longed to hear. In sleep he sang to her, and in dreams he he came.

Y/n slowly calmed her sobs before her body fell into a limp sleep and exhaustion.

Erik smiled before slowly laying her onto the bed, however she was clenched onto his shirt so tightly, Erik gave in and layed with her on the bed.

He looked at her calm face wondering how she was able to remain so strong though everything, even taking care of him aswell as herself.

Feeling his heartbeat similarly to the first time it did when he saw Christine. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and slowly pulled her into his chest, keeping her covered from all the worldly wrongs.

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tranakin-skywalker · 2 months

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Story Masterlist

Figured I should finally make one of these so y'all know what the fuck I'm talking about when I go on about my silly little au ideas. I'll be updating this list as I publish things/ come up with new ideas. Published fics have a hyperling to their ao3 embedded in their title.

THE BIG BOYS

Singularity:

Half canon re-write, half me going "hey wouldn't it be fucked up if _?" Basically I packed all my favorite little headcanons and tropes into one five-part monster of a series, featuring things like eldritch demigod Anakin, Force deities, fucked up Naboo politics, sentient droids, and a Galactic Civil War that actually feels Galactic and like a war. Somehow ended up with me both trying to make Star Wars more realistic, and leans way more into the mythological side of the story. Also features a ton of my own original concepts. A pantheon of Tatooine gods and slave culture inspired loosely by Fialleril, Sith religion and rituals, clone culture and language built around the idea that they've been dehumanized and un-personed for their entire existence, and a bunch of stuff about the Coruscant underworld. You can find more about it under my fic:singularity tag

Star-Birth:

The first part of Singularity more or less covering the events of TPM with a few... creative liberties taken. Status: Published/ Ongoing Word Count: 92,740

Accretion:

Part II of Singularity covering the years of Anakin's apprenticeship between TPM and AOTC, as well as looks into both the lives of Shmi and Padme. I took inspiration from a bunch of the stories in Legends covering this time period but most of it is my own thing. This is the one that goes the deepest into the functions and every day life of the Jedi, as well as life on Coruscant in general. An exploration of the disconnect between the governing body of the Senate and the wider galaxy, the wealth disparity on Coruscant and just how fucking dystopian it is, and generally how something like the Clone Wars could come about. Status: Unpublished

Asterism:

Part III of Singularity. AOTC if I butchered it's body and reassembled it in the imagine of my own design. Some of the movie's plot points remain but I'm attempting to get from Point A to Point B as originally as I can while still keeping with the heart of Attack of the Clones. Status: Unpublished

Nucleosynthesis:

Part IV of Singularity. The Clone Wars but not the animated version. We are going full Republic comics version baby. Ahsoka is still here tho, because I love her. Basically my idea of what a galactic civil war would actually look like, featuring space battles that last for months on end, widespread disease outbreaks, planets completely wiped out of existence, billions of combatants, and war crimes galore. The size of this war is immense. Like, there's over 1 billion active duty clones at any given time. (Which actually isn't even all that much compared to the population of the Republic at large lol) Probably the most space opera of the series. Status: Unpublished

Event Horizon:

Fifth and final part of Singularity. Essentially it's version of RotS, but with a vastly different ending. And beginning. And middle. Basically it's RotS if you squint. This I think is going to be the one that goes the deepest into the mythological/ fantasy aspects of the story. The Force and all it's weirdness is a huge aspect of this one. This is also the fic that goes the deepest into the Sith and all their awfulness. It features a much beloved headcanon of mine that when a Sith master is killed by their apprentice, part of their consciousness enters into their apprentice as a sort of living holocron. Which means that the current Sith master is essentially possessed by all the Sith that came before them and is constantly having to fight to keep control of their own body. It serves both as a way to pass on all the Sith teachings (since a living master would have a vested interest in keeping knowledge from their apprentice and thus a lot of that knowledge would be lost over time) and as an attempt at immortality. A strong enough spirit can take control of a weak enough vessel. Unfortunately for all those Sith masters, any apprentice who is able to go on and kill their own master isn't going to be in any way weak. A full, proper possession in the Sith lineage has been few and far between. I imagine y'all can guess what this means for Sidious' intentions with Anakin, a living vergence of the Force and for all intents and purposes immortal (even if Anakin won't let himself acknowledge that fact). Status: Unpublished

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Cytokinesis:

What started as me asking myself "what if the start of ANH but Vader/Anakin was trans and the twin's gestating parent and thus, recognized Leia immediately?" which then turned into something much much longer than I intended. Oops. The actual story starts during the Clone Wars when Anakin discovers he's been magically impregnated by the Force just like how his own mother was. Deals a lot with gender, parenthood, generational trauma, and repeating cycles. Also clones. Lots and lots with the clones. Their relationship with Anakin after discovering that he's basically a clone of his mother is a huge part of this fic. This particular version is going to follow along the beats of RotS and what comes after more or less (so, things are going to get a lot worse before they get better. Sorry) with some divergence here and there. This is the fic I find myself going back and rewriting/tweaking the most. Which is partially why it's taking me so long to update. I'm trying to make this next chapter one I'm completely happy with instead of having to go back and redo it in a few weeks lol. (Tho I think that's part of the fun of fanfic, the ability to go back and change things whenever you want). Honestly, this one is getting so long I might end up having to split it into two fics. fic: cytokinesis tag Status: Published/ Ongoing

Unnamed Cytokinesis Spin-off:

While Cyto is going to have a happy ending, it's going to take a lot of hurt to get there. Which is why I came up with an au to my au where the twins come early, Anakin doesn't fall, and things are happy... ish. The Republic is still a trash fire on the brink of collapse and everyone still has so so much trauma. Even when I write a happy au, things still suck lmao. I just can't imagine a RotS fix-it where things aren't still falling apart and Anakin gets off scot-free for murdering the president of the galaxy. Status: Unpublished

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Groundwater:

Ah yes, the fic that is really three differnt aus in a trench coat. 1. In the midst of galactic instability and the seceding of dozens of planets from the Republic, a revolt begins to spread in the Outer Rim. A revolt led by unknown masked force users, and a suspected Sith known only as Vader. The Jedi scramble to uncover the identity of these new enemies, only to discover a plethora of unpleasant truths that make them begin to question themselves and the very Republic instead. 2. After five years with the Jedi Anakin starts to have nightmares about his mother dying and they. just. won't. stop. He asks Obi-Wan for help, begs him for the chance to go to Tatooine and make sure she's alright. He isn't allowed to go. So he takes matters into his own hands. He leaves in the middle of the night, nothing but a note and a cut padawan braid left behind, and he goes to save his mother. Anakin ends up finding more than just his mother. There's a freedom network, one that Shmi is part of. There is a rebellion brewing, stolen weapons and stolen ships. There is a city in the desert, a paradise made by the hands of escaped slaves. And there are things, old things, powerful things, that he never new existed on Tatooine. Like deep ancient caves carved by the planet's mythical groundwater where kyber crystals grow wild and undiscovered. 3. Darth Vader lived, and then he died. In his son's arms he died, but that wasn't the end of it. There is no death, there is only the Force. And the Force was not done with him yet. He returns, four decades in the past, as a ghost haunting his younger self. Forced into the role of a passive observer, no power, no voice, seen only by one little boy and unable to change anything. Cursed to watch history repeat itself. Or at least that's what he thought. fic: groundwater tag Status: Unpublished

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I Wonder Which One Has My Eyes:

There was something achingly familiar about the pair of droids following the young princess around, Pooja thought. Or Pooja Naberrie, junior senator of Naboo, is invited to a senatorial event on Alderaan. There she meets and befriends young Princess Leia Organa. A few things click into place. This one is actually inspired by @keistance fic Uncle Ani, where the Naberries knew about the Anidala marriage. I thought it would be so so fun if Pooja realized that Leia was her baby cousin and secretly tells Leia all about her birth parents. Which means she goes into ANH knowing all about Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, something that completely derails a certain interrogation with a certain Dark Lord when he stumbles over that particular fact. I'm fascinated by the idea of Leia coming from a similar place as Luke in canon, where she knows her father as a good man named Anakin Skywalker before she ever knew him as Vader. I think that change in perspective would give her the same belief and drive to bring her father back to the Light that Luke has. Also I think both twins ganging up on Vader to bully him into redemption is very funny. Status: Unpublished

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Unnamed Togruta AU:

Or Togruta!Skywalkers. Shmi and Anakin are Tatooine togruta, a rare population of togs that were ensalved from Shili dozens of generations ago and slowly grew to adapt to the desert environment. A characteristic of the Tatooine togs is the forward facing montals, which Anakin has. It's a trait coveted for gladiator slaves since they can be used to pin down/gore opponents. Anakin was occasionally entered into matches as a child where he was forced to fight and kill animals. Had he not been taken by the Jedi, he would have eventually been put in death matches against other sentients. (because I'm lazy I'm just copy/pasting this part from an old ask)

A lot of the ideas are coming from the hyena discord, so I can’t claim them as my own. But they are just too good to pass up. Like togruta making infrasound with their montrals and constantly projecting their moods. So when Anakin first gets to the Temple he’s constantly screaming for him mom at a pitch that only other togruta can hear. I’ve decided that that’s actually how he first meets Ahsoka. She hears him making his lost, scared, where’s mom, where’s family sounds and seeks him out to comfort him. Ahsoka would be about four here, and would have left Shili recently enough that she could still remember what those noises mean, even if Tatooine togruta sound different from Shili togruta. (to a Shili tog Anakin’s distressed noises sound like he’s being maimed, but that’s just because of the generational trauma and general awfulness of being a togruta on Tatooine. What they would think of the vocalizations he makes when actually being maimed we will not think about)

So Anakin and Ahsoka end up growing up together right from the start, and the main reason Anakin is so insistent on being knighted early is so that Ahsoka can be his padawan. It’s a private thought he has to himself at first, but as Ahsoka gets older and no masters are showing any interest in taking her on she starts to panic. Anakin tells her that he’ll just have to get knighted before she ages out so that he can be her master. And then the Clone War starts and he realizes that keeping his promise means bringing her onto the battlefield with him where she could die and he’s not sure if he’ll be enough to keep her alive :) Because Shmi is a togruta too she does not get bought by Cleigg Lars. I am just. not dealing with the implications of that. (Listen. I want to read Shmi’s marriage to him as a good thing, but I have a very hard time doing that.) Now, there’s actually a comic (Legands, I think, not Disney canon) where Gardulla goes to Watto and tries to buy Anakin back after he wins the Boonta Eve Classic. So have some fun thoughts about what would have happened to Anakin if he hadn’t gone with Qui-Gon. In the fic, Gardulla goes to buy Anakin but of course he left with the Jedi, so Gardulla decides she’ll take Shmi as payment for Watto’s debts. After all, if Shmi already had one child who turned out to be a talented podracer, well, she might have more. Hence the younger sibling that comes about shortly after Anakin leaves.

When Anakin goes back to Tatooine because of the nightmares about his mom he finds out that Watto sold his mom back to Gardulla and has to go to her to buy his mom’s freedom. Which would be traumatic, on multiple levels. Anakin finds out that a month before he arrived, Shmi tried to escape with the sister Anakin didn’t know he had, and Gardulla had their chips detonated. Gardulla even gives him their triggered remotes as proof. (Of course unbeknownst to Anakin, Shmi and the sister survived and are living with a village of other escaped togruta.) A lot of canon still happens the same, including Anakin’s fall, Order 66, Mustafar, etc. But when Bail Organa sees Ahsoka at Padme’s funeral he tells her that he can take her to a mutual friend of theirs. Ahsoka thinks (hopes) it’s Anakin at first, and is devastated when she realizes it’s Obi-Wan (and then hates herself for feeling disappointment because she should be happy that Obi-Wan is still alive, but he’s not Anakin, and this means that Anakin must be dead). There’s no Lars family and the Organas would have a harder time explaining a non-human daughter, so Ahsoka and Obi-Wan end up taking care of the twins. They eventually find their way to Tatooine because it’s out of the Empire’s notice and, well, because it’s a connection to Anakin (Ahsoka’s trying to hold onto anything she can that connects her to her brother and Obi-Wan is in his self-harming phase.)

And it’s there that they eventually run into a little community of togruta and a woman who looks suspiciously like Anakin who has the last name Skywalker. But hey, Shmi gets to meet her grandkids at least. Even if it happens at the same time that she finds out that son she thought she’d sent away to a better life and hasn’t seen in 13 years is dead. (Obi-Wan sees how much Anakin’s death destroys Shmi and decides to never, ever tell her what he became. Vader will be his burden and it’s a secret he will take to his grave. Anakin Vader is dead, and he’ll save them from ever finding out how it really happened) Of course, 15 years later Ahsoka goes to rescue some rebels from a walking death omen in black when she realizes the infrasound calls he’s shrieking out of his mangled montrals is devastatingly familiar.

togruta au tag or togrutakin tag Status: Unpublished

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Anachromism:

Anakin ends up twenty three years in the future, Vader ends up twenty three years in the past.

So you’ve got Anakin just fresh off the child murder suddenly flung into the Rebellion era and being faced with how much he supremely fucked up. Meanwhile Vader like not even a week after Bespin suddenly back in the Jedi Temple in the middle of the Purge. And because his vision is shit he doesn’t realize at first that it’s a bunch of clone troopers shooting at the big black angry mass that suddenly appeared. Which leads him to accidentally saving a bunch of baby Jedi, who of course imprint on him like orphaned ducklings. Vader figures he must had died at some point and this is a divine punishment for all the atrocities, trapped in a purgatory of reliving all his greatest mistakes. So in a bit of an uncharacteristic move for him, he doesn’t murder to death the gaggle of preschoolers he’s accidentally collected, and instead, in a series of absurd events sort of unintentionally helps to start the Rebel Alliance in a bit of cosmic irony.

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War Machines (title pending):

Jedi are living weapons. Far into the Outer Rim, the Hutts obtain a planet killer. Dystopian au where the sith empire was never wiped out and controls half the galaxy and the Republic is more of an authoritarian dictatorship that uses teh Jedi as living weapons of mass destruction. Force sensitive children are taken from their families and trained as soldiers, raised with a cloned ‘handler’ who was designed specifically to be able to keep their Jedi in line. The Jedi are eldritch, incredibly powerful beings that are forced to wear suppression gear that keeps them confined to their physical form. Only the handler is able to turn it off the gear and allow the jedi the full use of their abilities. Some force sensitives are wired into ships or turned into actual weapons. On Tatooine, Gardulla realizes one of her slaves is a powerful force sensitive and begins having him trained like a jedi to be her own personal one man army. Status: Unpublished

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the thing that lives in dead stars (title pending):

A gambler Watto may have been, but stupid he was not. Anakin Skywalker was too great a prize to risk losing, not when the man betting had the gleam in his eye that told of a winning hand. Not that it mattered in the end. The boy won, and Watto lost, and the hutts got themselves the only human in the entire galaxy that could win a pod race. At least the outlander didn’t leave with the boy as well as his pretty Noobian ship. Or Anakin wins the race but not his freedom. Six years later, the circuit brings him to Coruscant, and the attention of a Sith Lord. My very fucked up Anakin raised as a Sith AU. Status: Unpublished

Shapeshifters AU:

aka space vampire Vader aka sun dragon Skywalkers. So I think we've established by this point that I can't get enough of Eldritch Skywalkers. They are my JAM. So of course I made another eldritch Skywalkers au. There's a few main points to this one. 1. Anakin, and subsequently Luke and Leia, being freaky part-Force abominations, can shapeshift. However, they cannot shapeshift into anything they like. This isn't FMA Envy/ Mystique/ whatever. They can't just look at a person and copy their face. Instead they have to have a deep emotional connection to what they are transforming into, and that transformation is always accessed by strong emotion. While they could theoretically shapeshift into a person they care very close to, the thought of doing so is very unnerving and almost violating, so they don't. Instead, all three Skywalkers have a habit of changing into creatures from Tatooine mythology. 2. Anakin and Beru are half siblings. I love this idea. I cannot express to you how much I love this idea. It just scratches something in my brain so well. Beru is Anakin's younger sister by about a year, and got left on Tatooine with their mother when Anakin was taken by Qui-Gon. She is not a part-Force abomination, but grew up knowing all about Anakin's weirdness. 3. Luke AND Leia are both given to Beru (and Owen) because of said knowledge about Anakin's weirdness. She is probably the best and safest option for raising two baby shapeshifting half-Force abominations. And thus the twins grow up on the same stories Anakin did, with the added knowledge that he could turn into those creatures, and thus, so do they. 4. At some point Anakin found out he could consume the midi-chlorians of other Force sensitives on account of the whole half-Force abomination thing. And since midi-chlorians exist in a persons blood, well. Space vampire. Sidious has a lot of fun feeding Force sensitive people to his pet monster. 5. Speaking of- Vader is more often than not a fuck off huge black hole of a sun dragon. Like, legitimately. In this, sun dragons are essentially living stars in the shape of massive serpents. Vader is what happens when one of those living suns becomes a black hole. 6. Vader is just all around fucked up honestly. He no longer gets to decide what form he takes. His body and everything about it is determined by Sidious' will. His master decides what he turns into, and Vader was always meant to be a monster on a leash. So of course that's what Sidious keeps him as. 7. The twins somehow get roped into the Rebellion. Don't ask me how, I haven't figured out that part just yet. Status: Unpublished

SHORT FICS & ONE-SHOTS

For a Son:

He could not bring her son back to her. Could not even return his body to lay to rest. The least he could do was bring her the grandchild she never even knew she had. He knew it could never forgive what he had taken. Obi-Wan finds out what happened to Shmi Skywalker. Word Count: 4,018 Status: Published

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Lessons the Desert Gave:

No one ever understood how the sand would sink into open wounds. How, no matter how much you scrubbed and washed and clawed, the sand always found its way into your blood. The desert has a way of sticking with you, even long after you left it. (Turns out growing up a slave can really fuck a guy up.) Ficlet/ one-shot collect of character studies looking at all the ways Anakin's childhood would have really messed him up. I'm open to prompts/ requests for this one. Word Count: 1,820 Status: Published / Ongoing

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Dead Letters:

Post RotS. Obi-Wan gets drunk and messages Anakin on his old comm from the war, forgetting that Anakin is dead. For some reason, he keeps on doing it. What could it hurt? Anakin is dead, his comm destroyed on Mustafar just like his body. So he keeps sending messages, because for just a second, it means he can pretend that Anakin is still alive out there somewhere. Then he discovers he doesn't have to pretend. This one could so easily be a crack-fic. Darth Vader gets drunk texts from Obi-Wan telling him all about how awful Tatooine is and that he'll never make fun of Anakin again for hating sand and he keeps getting sunburnt and also Anakin's son is so sweet and cute and just like him until he turned into a surly teenager, why couldn't he just stay an adorable little boy forever? Status: Unpublished

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Jewel Box:

Sidious’ obsession ran deep. What he wanted, he would have- wholly, utterly, and completely. His want for the boy was no different. Sidious POV of Anakin through the years featuring all the horrible messed up things he thinks and does. Big BIG warning for child abuse, grooming, and rape/non-con in addition to Sidious' all around awfulness. This is probably the most awful thing I've ever written. Like holy shit it's fucked up. It's taking me ages to finish because I keep having to take breaks from it. And I'm not even going into any graphic detail. Title comes from that one line in the RotS novel where Sidious calls Vader's suit a jewel box. Status: Unpublished

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Hi! May I request Neymar with a lazy reader? Any scenario really fits, cus I’m just tryna chill lmaoo

You and Neymar's relationship was extremely healthy he loves you dearly to heart you did too expect you weren't the best to do much work

You did most things but you were going extremely lazy to do something's

"Y/n I need to get up for practice?" Neymar said to your sleepy self

"Five more minutes please" you said with a raspy voice

"You're acting like your the one going to work" he chuckled looking at you sleepy figure

"Just take a day off please" you opened you eyes by force

"Alright" you got off his chest facing the other way

Neymar took a shower and got ready seeing your figure still sleeping "Y/n it's 12pm wake up"

"No"

"Wake or I'll raid you already"

"Fine, FINE FINE" you quickly rolled out of bed

"Last time you did that you grabbed me by me by the ankle and put me on the floor then put water on my head"

"Oh yeah i remember that you wanted to kill me" Neymar said laughing remembering the moment

"Anyways I'll go make food before I go to work"

You raised your thumb up meaning okay

"What to wear" Y/n mumbled to herself

"Alright I'll just take a shower and change into his shirt and pants they look comfortable enough right?"

You took a shower and hot dressed Into you're bf's clothes and walking out seeing him cooking something

"So are you taking a day off?"

"Yeah just for you" he said giving you a smile

"And why do you look like your dressed in my clothes"

"Your's are just way more comfortable" you wined to him going to sit on the couch

"You can help me cook you know?"

"Uhhh...umm, I feel like you got this under control you don't need me to help me" you said trying to get out of getting up

"Hey wanna hear something funny" he said

"Okay okay I'm coming, this is gunpointed behavior

You helped Neymar with cooking food for you him and Davi he wasn't really hunger so you just finished your plate and decided to wake

"It's 1pm, Can you go wake Davi" Neymar asked you

"Sure, I don't know why he can sleep In tho"

"What as was that Y/n?" Neymar raised his eyebrows

"Nothing, I'll just go wake up Davi" you quickly rushed to Davi's room

"Davi wake up break- I mean lunch is ready you woke up a bit late"

You saw him Open his eyes and he nodded saying he was going to get up

You went back to the kitchen "I'm tried"

You said blanky "go to bed and watch something then" Neymar said placing his phone on the counter

"I want you next to me tho"

"Wait for me the okay? Let me take care of Davi for a little while"

"I'll help you!"

Neymar took Davi's food out and gave it for him to eat while you took out something for him to wear when he was a done bathing

You also on something for him to watch when he was done Davi finished eating then took a bath later watched a movie you put on for him

"Now can we relax?" "Yeah Okay let's go"

You and Neymar both went to your bedroom he rested on his back first and you went to the other side if the bed and slept on your stomach resting your head on his lower chest

You both chilled for most of the day and later on he had to get up and help Davi around go to bed while you were already half asleep

Tired as usual Neymar picked you up bride style and placesd you down then putting blanket's over you and he also rested next to you playing with your hair also soon falling asleep

End.

Hope you enjoyed it I think this is one shot ion.

Please correct any mistake's and feel free to request anything

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astroluvr · 2 years

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Crappy Love Stories

You've loved Jack for so long it's hurt, but when you're recruited to accompany your best friend to a family weekend, unwanted feelings come about.

a/n: this was pretty experimental and i wrote it at 3 am, so please cut me some slack lol. hope y'all enjoy! it's 5k words tho

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After being friends with Jack for so long, you could determine his moods rather easily. You could tell when he was happy, when he was upset, when he was stressed, and even when he was hungry. Knowing your best friend’s mood made it much easier when he came knocking on your door and wrapped you in his arms, with food from your favorite restaurant in tow.

“What do you want, Jack?” you sighed, escaping his hug and shutting your door behind him.

“I came to treat you.” he gave you an all-too-charming grin. “We can rent that movie you’ve been wanting to see, or we can even go out to see it!”

Again, you rolled your eyes and took the plastic bag from his hands, inhaling the scent of the fresh food. Chances were, he would get whatever he asked for if he kept the lost puppy look on his face and you got too hopped up on the specialty pancakes from the breakfast place you loved.

"Thank you for the dinner, Jack.”

“You haven’t eaten yet?” he furrowed his eyebrows, and you shrugged as you sat on the floor in front of your coffee table. “What have I told you about-”

“What did you want, J?” you huffed, looking up at the tall man with an exasperated look.

“Are you upset about something?”

“No, I just know that you want something and I hate when you beat around the bush. What is it?”

Jack sighed himself and took off his thick hoodie, revealing the seemingly suffocating black tank top underneath, sitting across from you on the floor. He reached over into the bag and pulled out the omelet you once talked him into getting a few years back.

“Okay,” he finally murmured, placing his heavy arms on the coffee table and pushing his tongue against his cheek while he gauged your attention. “Okay, I really need you to come with me to this family thing with me this weekend.”

You scoffed at him and reached across to shove his shoulder playfully. “Jack, you could’ve asked me that over the phone. It’s no big deal.”

“I figured, but I need you there because my family is looking for me to bring a girlfriend with me.” your eyes widened almost comedically, and before you could come up with a string of reasons why this was a shitty idea, Jack was stammering. “No, no, no. Just a weekend, Y/N. A weekend where we just sit together at dinner and… I don’t know, whatever couples do.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“Y/N, why can’t you do this one thing?”

“Because.” you dismissed, shoving another forkful of pancake into your mouth and shaking your head.

“I hate do this, but don’t you remember our eleventh-grade prom? When I was your date?”

“You didn’t have a date, either.”

“But I didn’t want to go.” you rolled your eyes at the validity of his point, causing him to continue. “Oh, and our senior homecoming and senior prom?”

“Alright, alright! I was a loser in high school, but you left me to go make out with Rebecca at senior prom.”

“Best two out of three.” he bantered, and you sighed defeatedly. “Y/N, please?”

“I would, but I can’t.” you huffed out and Jack’s shoulders sagged.

“Why? Give me a valid reason and I’ll drop this whole thing.”

“Because. I-I just can’t.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” he asked you coldly.

You had to think about his question, even under his burning gaze. You knew he’d be pissed at you if you didn’t go with him, but you also knew that pretending to be Jack’s girlfriend could reveal bigger cracks in your friendship that you weren’t ready to deal with.

As you looked up at Jack’s softened blue eyes, you tugged at the sleeve of his tee shirt that you were supposed to return years back. “Okay, I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” he huffed, wiping his hands on his jogger-clad pants.

"Okay, how did we meet?” you quizzed Jack outside of the huge house his family rented out for the weekend.

“Uh,” he clicked his tongue in thought and you raised your eyebrows in anticipation of his answer. “Strip club?”

“That’s not funny, Jack.”

“Y/N, you’re taking it too seriously.” he laughed, taking your phone from you. “We don’t have to make up a whole thing. My parents already know you, so it doesn’t make sense to bullshit. We met in high school, got together a few months ago, and things have been good.”

“A few months ago? And you’re already bringing me around your extended family?”

Jack threw his head back in an exaggerated groan and laughed at you. “Alright, then we met in high school, we started dating a few months ago, but- hmm, we need a crappy I-realized-when story.”

You sat in silence before offering up an idea. “How about… that time we were on tour and we went to that bar and did karaoke? Do you remember how we did- what was it?”

“My Boo.” Jack laughed out, hitting his hands against his steering wheel and shaking his head. “Man, we probably looked like fools. Fuck, do you remember when I dipped you and your head knocked that guy’s drink over?”

“Don’t bring that up, oh my God, I thought he was going to kill us!” you laughed, looking over at Jack who had a glint in his eye.

“Dude was big as hell and he had all those tattoos. Started cussing us out and I grabbed your hand and we ran out of there. I saved your life.”

“Oh, please, Jack, you were the one who was ready to call 911.”

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes, and you giggled at the memory.

“The smell of beer still gives me flashbacks.”

You and Jack shared a laugh until that feeling set in for you. The feeling of agitating butterflies that made you feel nauseous. You weren’t sure when it started, when it became less ‘how nice would it be if this were real’ and more of every moment that you two shared becoming too much to bear.

“Is that what we’re going with? Drunken karaoke?”

Jack nodded and you did the same, looking out the window almost sadly. Before you could open the door, you felt Jack’s hand come to rest on the back of your head like it had for the past ten years when you got too quiet.

“There’s no pressure, Y/N. It’s not for real.” he reassured, and you pulled away from his hand, speaking over your shoulder as you opened the door.

“I know, Jack.”

The reunion was in full-swing by the time you and Jack arrived, so instead of having those few moments of solitude you expected after the much-too-long car ride you expected, you were forced into the backyard where Jack’s family was.

A few yells came out in recognition when they saw Jack standing on the porch. You saw the beam take over his face as he grabbed your hand and ran off the porch into the crowd. You felt yourself grow slightly anxious despite the grip he held on you.

All of his introductions went in one ear and out of the other as you smiled as you gave out hugs or felt your cheeks warm at their compliments.

“Y/N, is it?” one of his aunts approached you and almost instinctively, you got closer to Jack’s side.

“Yes, how are you?” you smiled at her, and held out your hand, but she just looked to Jack.

“Aunt Izzy, this is Y/N. You’ve seen her in the photo album, you know? Took her to prom and all.”

“Oh, my!” she gasped, and you chuckled. “You’ve… wow, what a woman.”

“She’s still as beautiful.” you all turned to find Maggie with a drink in hand and a prideful smile on her face.

You felt welcomed into her hug as she squeezed you tight. “Hi, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Hello, young lady.” she held your forearms to take a good look at you before looking over at Jack. “Why didn’t you tell me it was Y/N, Jack? You had me thinking you were going to bring someone… much worse.”

“How? I didn’t even say anything!” he said in his defense and you took a step back to allow her to hug her son. “And how are you gonna hug her before me?”

“I’ve been waiting for this, Jack! Ever since she came over for dinner, what was that, sophomore year, I knew that you were going to be the girl to marry my son.”

“Ma.” Jack groaned, and you smiled awkwardly. “We haven’t… please.”

“Well, whether or not you talk about it, I know you’re going to.” she winked at you.

You looked over at Jack to see if he was showing any signs that the topic was uncomfortable for the same reason it was to you. It was hard enough to lie to the woman who obviously wanted the same things for you and Jack that you wanted on top of feeling like it was too big of a lie to tell someone you respected.

“Alright, I’m going to leave you two alone. Show my girl off, Jack.” she squeezed your arm with a kind smile before walking off.

When she was a safe distance away, you turned to Jack. “I’m sorry. She loves you.”

“I don’t want to lie to her. I actually know her, J.” you whispered to him with urgency and Jack shrugged.

“It’s not a lie, you’re my girlfriend. Doesn’t matter if it’s for a few days or not.” he whispered, cupping your jaw to brush your cheek.

“How do you not care about this?” you squinted at him as if you were looking past him to see inside his mind. Jack removed his hand and licked his lips.

“Mom will be fine, Y/N. I’ll explain it to her later.”

“That’s not what-” you cut yourself off before you could say anything that would start a conversation you didn’t want to have.

“What?”

“Nothing.” you shook your head and put on a fake smile. “Could you show me to our room, please? I’m really tired.”

“Of course.” he put a hand on your back and guided you to the door. “Let’s get in you into bed.”

There was something that felt much too intimate about taking Jack’s shirt and a pair of oversized basketball shorts that he handed you through the bathroom door before crawling into the bed, automatically rolling onto the right side because you knew that Jack always slept to the left. As you tucked your head into the pillow and shut your eyes from the stress of the past two hours alone, Jack came back into the room quietly. You didn’t move your head to look at him, but instead watched as he set a glass of water and a bag of chips on the nightstand.

“The pizzas aren’t here yet because we ordered, like, 30, but in case you’re hungry.” he whispered and you flicked your eyes up to meet his.

“Thank you.”

“Are you alright? I know you didn’t want to come, but you’ve been really distant. I mean, not even just the past week, but for a while now.”

“Do we really have to talk about it now?” you sighed, growing more frustrated with yourself by the second.

“Will we ever?” You and Jack shared a look that gave him the answer he was expecting. “If there’s something that’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I don’t care what it is, I hate seeing you like this.”

Without another word, you nodded and Jack left the room with a huff.

You were alone with your thoughts and emotions for at least three hours. For the first hour, you made a mental pros and cons list of admitting your feelings to Jack, how the feeling that only came about when you were in a midnight haze during a night out spread to the moments you shared when you came to the studio to your daydreams, and now to your every waking moment. You thought about how he might respond if you told him how torturous it was to hold on to his shoulder or hear him spill ingenuine comments about how lucky he was to have you.

By the end of the last two hours where you had fallen into a restless sleep, Jack was rushing into the room and startling you awake. Jack noticed and the laugh that was coming out of his mouth paused as he came to stand next to you.

“Y/N, come to the lake.”

“What?” you asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “I didn’t even bring a bathing suit.”

“It’s alright, you can wear that.”

“I’m not skinny-dipping with your cousins, Jack.” your tone was flat, but the idea was terrifying. Jack laughed and shook his head before tearing the blankets off your legs.

“I’m not saying to. Just come get your feet wet.”

As usual, Jack’s excitement over an idea made you more inclined to join. With a towel over your shoulder and his scent overwhelming you as he guided you out of the house and through the backyard- where most of the adults were sitting under lantern lights and talking amongst themselves and the kids were running around trying to catch fireflies, Jack raced with your hand in his down the dock where the only light source was the butt of blunts and moonlight.

“Yo!” Jack yelled out, and the creak of lawn chairs followed as they laughed.

“It’s Jack and his boo.” one of his cousins taunted, and Jack only raised a middle finger as he walked down with you.

“Our song.” Jack whispered in a way that felt more like an inside joke than you would’ve liked.

“You disappeared, Y/N.” another cousin joked.

“Oh, yeah, I just took a nap.” you shrugged, smiling politely as Jack led you to a bench and set the towel down before you sat down. “It’s been really nice to meet you all.”

“Yeah, I’m still shocked.” Clay spoke up. “I don’t know why it took you so long to get your head out of your ass, Jack.”

“Why is the blame always on me about this? Y/N could’ve asked me out.”

At that, there was an uproar of laughter that came. “Look, no offense, but you don’t wait for a girl like that to make a move, you have to shoot your shot while you can.”

“You try getting into this head of hers.”

“What do you mean by that?” you looked up at Jack who had his arm around your shoulders with an intrigued look.

“I mean, I would’ve asked you out a long time ago if I knew what you were thinking.”

“Yeah, right. You’re a pussy.” another one of his cousins jeered, throwing a piece of popcorn at his cheek that made him shoot up.

“Let’s fucking go, man.”

For a moment, you got scared and went to tug at Jack’s shirt, but Clay shook his head. “They’re just playing.”

Jack’s cousin stood up, the both of them taking their shirts off and throwing them to the dock before initiating a rather realistic tousle. It was only taken seriously for a few seconds before they busted into laughter and Jack’s cousin was able to push him into the water and Jack pulled him in with him.

“Damn, it’s cold!” Jack laughed when he got back up above water, shaking his head and laughing. “Fuck, Brady.”

Brady only laughed and shoved Jack’s shoulder before wading deeper into the water and a few of his other cousins jumped in as well. When Jack didn’t seem to be making plans to get out, you grabbed the towel and sat at the edge of the dock, dipping your feet in the water before squealing and pulling them back.

“Told you it’s cold.”

“How are you not freezing?” you laughed, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping them around yourself.

“Because I’m so hot.”

“You’re lame, is what you are.” you rolled your eyes at his joke and Jack got closer to place his hands next to your legs. “I know we’re pretending and everything, but you can go hang out. It feels good out here, I’m good where I am.”

“I have all day tomorrow with them. Plus, once the album is done, I’m going to come back home and hang out for a while.”

“Oh, am I going to have to be your girlfriend then, too?” you teased, despite your words having a bit of genuine hurt behind them. Jack laughed and flicked water on your face, making you swat at him.

“Maybe if we talk about what’s been bothering you.” he whispered, taking a more solemn shift to the conversation.

“There’s nothing bothering me. Maybe I’m just stressed with stuff.”

“We’ll talk about it.” he said as he wrapped his hands around your ankles and pulled them down into the water before sliding in between your legs.

You gasped slightly and you weren’t sure if it was from having his shirtless body so close to yours or the chill of the water. Jack smirked smugly at you for a second as if he could see the pound of your heart of contemplation behind your eyes. You curled your arms around yourself and Jack moved his hands to the deck.

“Do you remember that one summer before junior year when we went to our first real party?” he asked you, moving one of his hands to trace a shape on your thigh.

“Yeah.”

“And do you remember how we came down to the lake at that guy’s house and they were playing spin the bottle and my turn landed on you?”

You swallowed and nodded. That night had been unspoken between the two of you since it happened. The night where your feelings for Jack originated from.

“Yeah, it was my first kiss.” you murmured, playing with your hands. “You were my first kiss.”

“You were mine, too. I remember that I was so scared I’d get a girl that knew how and she’d start a sick rumor about me or something, but I got you.”

“I should’ve told everyone how your breath smelled like the cheap beer you were too puny to handle.”

“Excuse me for not being an alcoholic at sixteen.”

You smiled and rolled your shoulders. “I’m glad it was you, too. If I had gotten Tony, I don’t know what I would’ve done. Do you remember the crush I had on him?”

“That asshole.”

“We were seventeen when that all went down, Jack. No guy was loyal back then.”

“Well, that was then.” he whispered in a way that was much too cryptic for your broken heart. “And a lot of things are different, you know.”

You held your breath as Jack edged closer to you. You started to sweat when his hands trailed up your legs experimentally. One of them remained locked on your waist and the other to the back of your head that he tilted down to meet his forehead. You two kept your shifting eyes as steady on the other as you could, your hand trailed to the back of his head and you waited.

“I swear if you do that nose thing-”

Jack cut you off swiftly, meeting your lips with the kind of kiss you only saw in movies. It was nothing like you could’ve envisioned, and you had envisioned plenty. It was nothing like the soft kisses he left on your cheek when something good happened and it was definitely different than kissing the scrawny little thing you had your first kiss with all those years ago. This was more than you could’ve hoped for, all that you needed.

The kiss lasted for as long as it could before it got clumsy. With your hand in Jack’s wet hair and his wet hands starting to slide as he subconsciously tugged you impossibly you closer and you leaned into him, the cold crash that surrounded your body was imminent.

“Jack!” you screamed in pure panic, flailing around the water without thinking. “Jack!”

What was all of three seconds felt like a lifetime as Jack pulled you up and against his chest, kissing your cheek and hugging you close. “Hey, calm down, you’re alright. You’re alright. I got you, baby, I got you.”

You kept close to Jack, moving your arms from around his waist to his neck and shoving your face there. The pull to Jack’s solidity and the way he kissed whatever skin he could find and whispered close to your ear made you feel like this was your moment, the moment you had spent the past few years dreaming and praying for.

“Was that better?” he finally asked, when you had just been hanging on to him and enjoying the moment.

“Was what better?” you asked, pulling away to look him in the eyes. The way he let out a chuckle made you feel almost ridiculed. “Jack, what?”

“The kiss. Being out here made me think about our first kiss and I finally had the chance to redo it, so whenever you think about kissing me, it’s what you think about.” you pulled away from him entirely, watching him laugh. “And I think it’ll be pretty memorable.”

There was a beat of silence before you felt tears brimming in your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t think of anything you could say that could effectively describe the rage and heartbreak you felt just thinking about what he said. Hopping onto the dock, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself, leaving Jack confused.

“Y/N, where are you going?”

“I’m going home.” you sobbed, shoving your feet into your slides before walking off as fast as you can.

“Y/N!”

You had gotten a good distance away from Jack, but you could still hear his shouts, your name followed by the nerve of him to use ‘baby’. The adults were still outside, but the children had dispersed.

“Y/N, is that you, honey?” Maggie called out, and you paused to turn to her. The others didn’t notice your demeanor, which you were grateful for, and Maggie approached you carefully. “Did Jack throw you in?”

Her smile dropped when she noticed the tears rolling off your face along with the water. Before she could reach out to console you, you sobbed. “I was only here with Jack for the weekend and I’m sorry that we lied- that I lied, but I’m going home now.”

“Y/N, what is the matter?”

“I’m just really ready for this to be over.”

And although there was nothing more you wanted to do than give in and cry into a mother’s shoulder, you saw Jack running up the expanse of the yard. “Go on. I’ll tell him to give you a minute.”

“Thank you.” she nodded, and gave you a sympathetic smile before you walked off into the house. You hated to leave wet spots in your wake, especially on top of the ones that were already there, but you didn’t have the capacity to try and avoid it.

As soon as you made it to the room, you threw the clothes Jack gave you over the closet door and shook in the chill of the home while you started a shower. For good measure, you locked the door as you picked out clothes and found the first flight back home for six in the morning. If you were lucky, Jack would bunk with Clay.

“Jack, why did you bring her here?” Maggie asked, crossing her arms. “If you weren’t dating, you could’ve just said you didn’t have anyone.”

“Mom, I’m sorry for not being honest, but that’s really not what's important to me right now.”

“It should be.” she swatted his arm and Jack grumbled. “Y/N is the sweetest girl I could ever imagine you with and you play with her feelings.”

“I don’t play with-”

“Bullshit, Jack.” she hissed, and although Jack had gotten much taller than his mother, he felt like a little boy again. “She looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. And if I’m being honest, next to Urban, she’s the best friend you’ve got and you’re lucky as hell that she puts up with you. She keeps that head on straight when nobody else can, and how you don’t look at her and think she’s the greatest woman you could be graced with, I will never know.”

“I don’t deserve her.” Jack finally said, pursing his lips and looking away from his mother. “It would be selfish of me to try and make her believe that I do, because I know she’ll love me as I am, but she deserves better.”

“Jack, anything is better than whatever is.” Maggie gestured in the air before cupping her son’s face. “Y/N loves you for who you are right now, for whatever you pulled at the lake down there, and I know my son, I know that this isn’t the best version of himself.”

“I know, Ma.”

“I know.” she whispered, nodding before kissing his cheek. “Give her a few minutes, she was really upset, and then talk to her.”

Jack avoided hugging Maggie considering how he was still dripping from head to toe, but did accept her loving pinch to the cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. That’s my girl.” she winked.

Jack probably sat outside for fifteen minutes before he heard the squeak of the bed from inside the room. He stood up to his full height as he knocked on the door. “Y/N, it’s me. Can I come in, please?”

“Why?”

“To get my clothes, baby, come on.” he sighed, dropping his head to the door seconds before you swung it open angrily to inadvertently cause him to stumble inside.

“You don’t get to call me your fucking ‘baby’, Jack.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it.”

“Just felt good for your ego?” you sneered at him, causing him to sigh and shut the door.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bringing you here and kissing you, I am.”

“I can’t be around you.”

“Why not? We can work this out, okay?”

“I’m in love with you, Jack.” you cried out, throwing your arms up in defeat. “It’s not a crush, it’s not feelings that I have sometimes and will go away after you reject me. It’s this nagging feeling that I’ve felt for years and I know I can do nothing about because it’s one-sided. This is torture to me.”

Jack watched you fall to the bed, rubbing over your face as you wiped away tears.

“Being around your family and hearing you talk about me like you could ever see me like that is torture. Being with you on the red carpets and talking to you late at night or staying over at your house- it's painful, Jack. I understand that you don’t feel the same way and I can be okay with that, but I need a break from it. I can’t do it.”

“I’m in love with you, too.” Jack whispered when you got quiet.

“Jack.” you began, shaking your head.

“No, I am. I’m fucking whipped for you, Y/N. The reason I even kissed you like that tonight is because every time I look at you, I think about that night on the lake and how no other kiss I’ve ever had made me feel like that. You know, I thought that maybe it’s because it was my first kiss, but every time I’m with you and you smile or you hug me or I make you laugh, I feel like that.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and Jack was quick to kneel in front of you to wipe it away. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his wrist to keep him close. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

“I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you. I’ve taken what I can get from you- that crazy-ass feeling I always have when I’m with you and I’d be screwed if I lost you and that feeling because you knew that.”

“Jack, you’re perfect for me.” you murmured, letting go of his wrist to hold his hand. “You take care of me, you care about me, you’re my best friend, you’re everything I could ask for, Jack.”

“Fuck, why didn’t you say something?” he sighed, dropping his head to your knee and squeezing your hand. You laughed tearfully and shrugged.

“I didn’t want to tell you that I’m in love with you and risk losing you. I need you, Jack.”

“And I need you, Y/N.” he sniffled, taking your other hand in his and pulling you to the floor to straddle his lap. “I really fucking need you and this isn’t enough. I love you and I need to tell you I love you and hear that you love me. I need you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

“Been yours, baby.” Jack rasped as you went in for another kiss.

The two of you couldn’t fight your smiles and breathy chuckles as your lips met and your arms tightened around each other.

“I have a question.” Jack broke away and looked at you with a lovesick smile and you nodded. “The club karaoke thing, was that really when you realized?”

Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, locking your fingers behind his head. “Yeah, I don’t know what it was about that night, but after that I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“My vocals are incredibly seductive, I understand.”

“Now, let me ask you a question.”

“Anything.” he allowed, kissing your jaw.

“How’d you realize?”

Jack tilted his head back with a fond smile as he stuck his tongue in his cheek. “Senior prom night. That’s when I realized you were just…” he laughed as he looked for the word, looking at you properly. “I still don’t know the word for it.”

“You’ve known longer than I have.”

“Doesn’t matter, we’re together now.”

Everything that you had went back and forth about when it came to Jack seemed to cease when you moved your hands from behind his head to his cheeks, kissing him once again with a big smile.

“I can’t wait to get you back home.” he leaned back to the floor with you on top of him. “I really can’t wait to get you back in my bed.”

“Jack!”

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be a gentleman.” he blushed, sliding his hands down to your sides. “I love you and our shitty love story.”

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The Soldier and the Better Man

Summary: Ben comes back from Russia looking for the life that was torn from him. He may have to settle for revenge.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Angst. Implied smut. Vengeful Soldier Boy. Sad Soldier Boy. Mentions of sex, nothing explicit. Some brief descriptions of torture and violence. Nothing overly graphic. TW: Mentions of child loss.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Y/N

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: This was written for a request by the lovely, @deanwinchesterwifesstuff I hope this is what you were looking for, hon! ❤️

The present day scenes will be in green. The past in white.

The SB in this fic is softer than in Canon, but still an ass, still pretty full of that TM. Other liberties are taken with Canon, just as an fyi. 😊

A/N: 2 This fic will also fill one of my daily prompts in the 30 Days Writing Challenge. It will cover the prompt: Write about two characters dancing together.

The beautiful dividers throughout the fic were created by @firefly-graphics

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He wasn't sure at first how long he'd been gone. The years and decades of torture had all eventually blurred together. And he had no idea how long he'd been sleeping in that fucking box.

It wasn't until he was out of the compound, running naked around the streets of Moscow that he saw the date, saw the year.

Forty fucking years.

He stood there, staring down at the paper he'd fished out of the trash, impervious to the cold, but still shaky on his long-dormant legs. He stood and stared at the date, and the numbness and confusion in his brain was slowly replaced with a heart full of boiling hot rage.

Forty fucking years.

She'd be... almost seventy years old now. And the kid would be... a grown man.

He ran off in search of clothes, knocking the teeth out of the first grubby guy he found who was roughly his size. As he slipped on the filthy track suit, his mind drifted back of its own accord, to the night he'd met her.

He'd been at some charity thing she was hosting, one of many organizations she was involved in, this one had something to do with runaway youth or something. He'd been paid a lot of money to show up and help rally for the cause.

So, he'd shown up, read the words on the cards they gave him and posed for pictures in his super suit. Same routine, different banquet hall. It was getting old.

He was sick of the endless jockeying for hierarchy at Vought, sick of the shitty movies and the bullshit press tours. He was sick to death of his fucking team and he wanted out. All of them were just assholes of varying degrees. He wanted off the Vought merry-go-round.

They'd been promising him for quite a while that they were gonna get Supes into the military. That's where he belonged, storming beaches and taking down the enemy, not giving speeches and making hypocritical "Just Say No" PSAs.

When the picture-taking had finally fizzled out, he'd escaped out a back entrance off the kitchen and let the door slam satisfyingly behind him. He leaned against the brick wall beside the door, pulled off his helmet and lit up a Lucky Strike. He inhaled deeply before pushing the smoke out through his nose and thumping his head back against the brick.

"Wow...it was really that bad, huh?"

He stood up straight as a woman appeared from the shadows on the other side of the alley.

Jesus, he thought, what kind of fucking soldier am I these days, if some skirt can get the drop on me so easily?

She smiled like she could read his mind. "Don't worry, it's my super power - being easily ignored."

He scowled at her. "You're a Supe?"

She laughed lightly and he found it strangely musical. "No, sorry. That was just my sad attempt at humor. I'm just boring old, plain human me."

He stayed where he was, staring at her. She WAS remarkably plain, none of her features were particularly striking or memorable. Her figure was almost completely hidden beneath a long, black shapeless dress.

He took another drag on his cigarette and she shook her head. "Those things are just cancer in a tube, you know?" Her tone was slightly scolding, but her expression was soft.

He shrugged. "Benefits of being a super hero, I guess. My body pretty much stays the same whatever I put it through." He took another drag, and exhaled away from her as she approached.

She quirked her head in a way that made him think of a puppy. "And you put your body through quite a lot, don't you?"

He frowned. Her reaction to him was very strange. Usually people were awestruck when they first met him, a reaction that almost always turned quickly to heat and drooling in women. But this woman wasn't awestruck OR drooling.

"Who are you, lady?" He asked bluntly.

She smiled as she came to sit near him, on the steps that led up to the loading dock.

"I'm the one who hired you."

He was slightly taken aback, and for a moment he thought about apologizing, putting out his cigarette and putting on his helmet, being the Soldier Boy she'd paid for, but in the end he couldn't be bothered.

Instead he took another deep drag before flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the alleyway and letting the smoke escape his lungs slowly.

"Was I worth the money you paid?" He asked, aware that he was making himself sound like a whore. Felt that way sometimes.

She contemplated him for a minute before nodding. "Well, we need to raise over ten million dollars if we're going to build the facility we want, a shelter for runaways. And all those rich folks in there are gonna want to show how similar they are to the great Soldier Boy, that they think the same way he does, so... yeah, you were worth the investment."

He shook his head, at her audacity. No one talked plainly to him like this, spoke the truth about who he was, what he offered. Vought told him he was a god, his team told him he was a warrior, fans told him he was a hero. No one told him facts. In spite of the ding to his ego, he found himself intrigued.

Who was this plain girl with the musical laugh and bald truths?

He stuck out his hand to her. "Well, I'm glad the 'Great Soldier Boy' got you the funding you needed. But you can just call me Ben, sweet thing."

Her grip was surprisingly firm as she shook his hand. "And you can call me Y/N, and NEVER call me sweet thing again, please."

The sound of a car honking and angry Russian screaming brought him back to the reality he was in, and he jogged forward, trying to quickly put more distance between himself and the place he'd been held and tortured for four decades.

A week later Ben once again found himself staring down at words that his mind couldn't immediately digest.

As he stood trying to make sense of them, his memories were again swimming around in his head.

He hadn't been able to shake the little do-gooder out of his head. The next time they crossed paths he'd decided that he simply needed to fuck her out of his system.

She'd come to his bed willingly and happily, and he found her body to be surprisingly soft and lush, and her responses to his touch to be tantalizingly heated and passionate.

She had no shame about sex, and they spent a couple of nights exploring each other and at the end she'd kissed him goodbye, expecting nothing more from him, while he'd found himself even more ensnared by her.

It was frustrating to him how tight her hold was over him and he told himself he was being a pussy by letting some broad dig her claws into him so deep. But without fail, he was always the one that made the next move, the one who called for a real date, the one who then proceeded to ask her out again and again.

She was unlike anyone he'd ever known. She was a bleeding heart and her politics sometimes drove him a little crazy, and he thought she was too naive for her own good. But she always argued her position well, and never backed down and that much he could respect.

She made no demands of him, never forced him to be anything he wasn't. When he was being a grumpy asshole, she'd tell him he was a grumpy asshole. When his temper would flare and he'd scream at her about some slight annoyance, she'd tell him to call her when he'd calmed down. And she'd just walk away.

She didn't put up with his bullshit, but she never withheld affection either. She touched him all the time, wrapping her arms around his waist and cuddling her face into his chest, simply so she could feel him against her. She would run her fingers through his hair when he laid his head in her lap, or give him gentle kisses between his shoulder blades when he was rigid with tension, and melt something inside him.

He fought against it for a long time, the last thing he needed was to go soft and stupid over some woman.

But Y/N wasn't just some woman, he realized eventually. He would never admit it, but he needed her desperately.

So, when she sat him down one day to tell him she was pregnant, he was amazed to find that he felt only joy, a feeling that, before Y/N had come along, he truly believed was beyond him. He could barely remember the feeling from childhood.

But as he put his hands on Y/N's stomach reverently, he felt the long-forgotten emotion surge through him, and for the first time since he was a little boy, his eyes filled up with tears. He blinked them away quickly and he'd deny them if asked, but he couldn't hide the joyful smile that lit up his face.

He saw the relief pass over Y/N's face and it hurt him a little that she'd been worried about his reaction. But he understood. He'd made no commitment to her, they'd exchanged no vows.

He was determined to rectify that and a few days later he was on one knee and she was saying yes.

The next six months were the best and happiest Ben had ever had. He was still dealing with Vought's bullshit, still sick of being paraded around as nothing more than living, breathing Vought propaganda. But that all melted away when he walked through the door to find Y/N waiting with open arms and eager lips.

He found a real, carnal pleasure in watching her body expanding with their growing child. He found he couldn't keep his hands off of her.

One night she'd cajoled him into dancing with her. She put on an old record and Billie Holiday's voice came crooning out of the speakers.

You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss

A sigh is just a sigh

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by

He let her pull him to his feet and rolled his eyes as though he was simply humoring her, but he was secretly thrilled to have her in his arms. Her round belly, where their child slept peacefully, was nestled protectively between them and Ben felt his heart expand while his mind ran riot.

Swaying back and forth, her head on his chest and her small hand clasped in his, he was suddenly terrified that he was going to be an absolutely rotten father.

Visions of his own childhood, full of wealth but empty of love and warmth, ran through his mind, and his father's voice echoed in his ears.

You're not a real man.

You're a fuck up.

Real men don't take shortcuts.

So you're supposed to be some kind of hero now? You? Impossible. You are nothing but a fucking disappointment.

Get out of my sight.

Y/N must have noticed him tensing up because she lifted her head from his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"

He was about to brush the question off, but then he looked deeply into Y/N's eyes, and where he'd once seen plainness, now he saw only bright beauty.

He shook his head and asked the question he was the most curious about, and the most scared of.

"Why are you with me, sweetheart? I'm an asshole, I'm rude and hard. I rarely do something if it doesn't benefit me. I'm not kind, I have no patience, not a lot of conscience. You're this sweet, pure thing, Y/N, so...why are you putting up with me? Why are you committing to me, why... Why do you love me?"

She reached up and smoothed away the frown between his brows.

"Isn't it obvious, my darling?" She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I think you're worth the investment." She said, repeating her initial assessment of him.

She smiled up at him, wide and sweet. "You're a better man than you think you are Benjamin Reed. I love the man you are, but everyday, I fall a little more in love with the man you're becoming."

For the first time since his mother died when he was six, he let a woman see a tear spill down his cheek.

Two days later, his team attacked, poisoning him and knocking him out. When he woke up he was a world away, tied to a table and screaming, as men in lab coats tried and failed to saw through his skin.

He shook his head, desperate to push away memories of the torture and keep himself in check. He needed to focus on the present.

He looked down at all the folders laid out in front of him. It had taken days to get to the truth, to track it down to a medical records storage facility, break in and scour through the files to find what he was looking for.

He'd read it all through a dozen times, but the information just rattled around in his mind as he tried to make sense of it.

He looked down at the words floating around on the page:

Patient deceased. Time of death, 11:06 August 20, 1984. Patient went into premature labor, likely brought on by stress. Patient suffered a stroke due to a pulmonary embolism during emergency c-section. Tried and failed to revive on the table.

That was it. That was all that was written about how the only light in his life had been snuffed out.

But he didn't need more. He could fill in the blanks on his own. She learned he was dead, as everyone seemed to believe he was, the shock had triggered labor, she died giving birth to a son.

A son that the records claimed only lived for a few hours. They called him simply "John". When the child died, Vought had apparently swooped in to arrange for body disposal, and a service for Y/N.

The records praised Vought and their charitable actions toward the child and it's mother, apparently all part of the company's charitable work with the hospital.

"Vought's good works shine through again." The official document had gushed.

Good works my ass, Ben thought. They took the body of my son to experiment, to test him and his genes.

Vought was constantly trying for a better Supe - faster, stronger, more endurance. No way they'd pass up the chance to study the dead child of a Supe.

Ben felt the rage boiling up again, his burning hot hatred of the company that had created him, began to make his chest glow under his newly returned super suit.

He felt the fury vibrating in his bones as he pictured each and every one of his former team, pictured how he was going to pull them apart, how he was going to crush their skulls under his bare hands.

He could feel the energy surging beneath his breastbone and he welcomed the destructive power he knew would come with it.

It ebbed ever so briefly as Y/N's voice whispered in his ear.

You're a better man than you think you are...

But his hesitation lasted only a moment. That better man was dead, murdered 40 years ago. In his place was a soldier. And the soldier's mission was clear.

Destroy Payback. Level Vought. Burn the world.

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rayofmisfortune · 16 days

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Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)

BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!

We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!

I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually

I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???

ANYWAY

The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT

Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...

I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).

As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy

This is getting long lmfao

AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there

Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?

When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.

Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.

Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE

Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb

ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg

I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY

AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES

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my-own-walker · 7 months

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So glad to hear you're taking requests for this week! Luv ur stories 🙂

Can I pls request an angst re-imagining what you've happened in that movie night scene in asylum if Kit, Lana and Grace (you can change Grace for reader if you want, lol) were actually caught there by Jude instead of being mistaken when they were all sitting back soaking wet after having tried to escape?

Tysm

She's Not There

note: thank ya for the compliment! also, this pic makes me so sad :((( love this request tho! it's like a lil creative writing activity

warnings: AHS asylum, abuse, bl00d, really just sad themes, aka angst, does not end well for the reader (sorry)

Kit's POV

I loved her as she was. I never wanted to control her fire. All I needed was to be near it. To bask in the warmth of her spirit.

She came to me with the idea of escape. She relied on my resilience to get by. Who was I to dull that sparkle in her eye?

A big storm was on the way. A movie night was planned. Our plan seemed so solid, that we could taste the freedom. Nothing could get in the way of her and me trying to get out of there. To have a life together.

When the moment came, I felt sick. We were unsupervised. We could slip out unnoticed. So we did. Her, Shelley, and I. I paused outside the door to the common room, steeling my nerves. If I'm honest, I would have bailed right there, had it not been for her.

She looked back at me, hope in her eyes. She looked like a religious icon. Like someone you'd sacrifice yourself for. I took her hand and I followed her. I would have done anything for her.

She reluctantly let Lana join us after she begged. I may not have done what she did, but she was brave. And she was kind. And she was patient. Shelley sacrificed herself to allow us to pass without an orderly seeing us.

She kept on because she was fearless.

We exited into the storm, Lana with us instead of Shelley. It was terrifying. We quickened our pace through the blinding storm. Sheets of rain fell upon us, blurring our vision detrimentally. The hissing storm saturated the ground. Sticky, wet mud dragged us down and made moving nearly impossible.

We got turned around. We barely knew which way to go. The curtain of rain and wind made the trees around us blur like a watercolor painting. I couldn't breathe. The water encompassed my being, infiltrating my nose and mouth each time I tried to feed my lungs.

Then, my breath caught for a different reason. With a loud crack and a flash of pain, I was leveled, lying in the disgusting mud. A figure stood over me, holding what looked like a bat. They brandished the weapon and swung down upon me with a swoosh. All at once, everything was black.

I awoke coughing. Wet, thick coughs that tasted bad on my tongue. My vision was blurred. A sharp pain crackled through my skull. I feared my brain might split in two. I used two hands to hold my head, trying to squeeze the pain away, all while using the heels of my palms to wipe the clouds from my eyes.

With a few more blinks, I could see again. I lowered my hands and looked down at them. The sight left me shell-shocked. Both were covered in wet, fresh blood. It was grotesque. My chest constricted so tightly, it was as if the walls were trying to keep my heart from dropping.

Then a memory of her flashed across my vision. My head shot up and I scanned the room feverishly for a sign of her. I was in solitary, though, so no one was there. Not even a guard.

I stood from my place on the floor next to the back wall, but without the concrete propping my back up I fell back over onto my hands and knees. The splitting pain in my head rendered me useless on my feet. I crawled to the door and collapsed in a heap next to it.

In the seconds following, I heard the door unlatch, and then open. I didn't even have the strength to look up.

"Ah, you're awake," Sister Jude purred. "It's time you came with me."

Two orderlies grappled me roughly to my feet, securing my hands together with leather straps behind my back. The two of them, led by Sister Jude, dragged my limp body through the asylum, all the way to her office. My hanging feet hit each stair heavily as they dragged me upward.

The sight before me broke my heart. She sat slumped in a chair in front of Sister Jude's desk, bleeding from the back of her head. I perked up a bit upon seeing her, almost believing I could be let go and run to her.

They placed me in the seat next to her. Despite the awful pain, I craned my neck to see her face. She was nearly unrecognizable, brutalized heinously. She wasn't conscious. I full-body winced.

Next in came Lana, in better shape than the two of us, yet still bruised and bloodied.

Sister Jude snapped her finger at the orderly behind us and pointed at Y/N. "You! Wake her up," she barked. The man, dressed in all white, the front of his shirt stained with blood, shuffled over to her.

He took her by the shoulders and shook her gently. Her head swung from side to side, limply, then, bobbed up slowly. She let out a sickening gurgle that made my stomach turn. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her.

"So," Sister Jude began. "These are the three who took advantage of my kindness, hm?" She paced back and forth behind her desk. "You three believed it appropriate to try to leave. You sicken me."

"You've punished us enough," Lana croaked.

"Ah, yes?" Jude smiled. "I don't think so." She tutted her tongue. "I don't believe so at all."

Her head dipped back down beside me heavily, her chin making contact with her chest.

"Keep her awake," Jude barked. The orderly returned to Y/N's side and shook her again. This time, though, she didn't stir. A nauseating feeling crept up inside of me.

"Y/N?" I rasped, leaning to my left to nudge her with my shoulder. She still didn't stir. Water collected in my bottom eyelid as a lump formed in my throat.

"Get her out of here," Sister Jude ordered, gesturing toward the door. The man in all white picked her up, bridal style. Her head swayed loosely as he adjusted her in his arms.

My lip trembled. I sucked in a short breath before I let out a small cry. Tears collected in my eyelashes, making it hard for me to see. I couldn't wipe them away, I could only let them fall.

"No," I choked out, barely audible as the orderly took her away from me. I could only believe the worst.

How terrible it is to love something death can touch.

Part of me wanted to believe the worst was yet to come, but if she truly was gone, the worst had already come and gone. I swallowed my despair and steeled myself for whatever punishment I was to be dealt.

Because nothing could be worse than losing her.

SORRY IT WAS SAD THATS WHO I AM!!!

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