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All Falls Down - Chapter 5

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Josh stared down at his phone. He blinked a couple of times before going to look at her location to find that she had stopped sharing it with him. “What the fuck.” He muttered before trying to call her again and grunting in frustration when his call went unanswered. 

He went to instagram and pulled up Kiyana’s instagram, instantly getting irritated at what he saw.

Who the fuck is that? He asked himself, staring down at the picture of his wife pouring a shot into some strange ass man's mouth. And by the smug look on Samara’s face he knew she posted it because she knew he would see it. He took a closer look at the background and immediately knew where she was at. 

He went to grab his car keys off of the hook by the garage door but did a double take as something on the console table caught his eye. He picked up her wedding ring and like a zombie, walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to his mom. 

She wanted him to find it. she wanted him to know that she was out tonight without her wedding ring. She wanted him to hurt  and she had succeeded. 

After Samara had hung up on Josh, she had taken Kiyana’s phone and put it in her own purse. Key didn’t need her night ruined from Josh calling her all night. 

Kiyana had just stumbled back over to the section after dancing with Malik again and plopped herself down on the couch next to Joe. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely on as fuck. “You have fun?” Joe asked, his deep voice right by her ear making her shiver. She nodded her head.  He had been trying to test the waters all night. Rubbing on her exposed thighs, placing his hand on her lower back as they walked over to the bar and waited to be served. Joe did not give a single fuck that Kiyana was married to Josh, never did. 

Kiyana was supposed to be his. He was going to ask her out during their lunch period way back in 10th grade but that dumb fuck of an English teacher gave him detention. You could only imagine the anger that coursed through Joe’s veins once he found out that Josh had beaten him to the punch. The same Josh who never showed one ounce of interest in Kiyana.  So now that Josh had fucked up, Joe wasn’t wasting anymore time. 

“Yeah, my feet are killing me though.” She whined, staring down at her feet that were encased in a pair of 6-inch heels that Samara basically forced her to wear. 

“I bet they do.” He chuckled, placing one of his hands on her thigh, he scooted closer to her and leaned in to whisper “Your husband know you out here in this tiny ass dress?” as he slid his hand up her thigh until it reached the hem and gave it a little tug. 

“Nope, and I honestly don’t give a fuck if he did .” She whispered back, giggling when Joe raised an eyebrow at her. “Did you know he cheated on me?” She scoffed, leaning forward to grab one of the blue shots from the table, downing it before reaching for another. 

“What?” Joe gasped mockingly, covering his mouth with his hand. “Forreal? That’s wild baby girl.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. 

“Yup.” She scowled. “With some bitch y’all work with.” 

“I’ve always said he wasn’t too bright. I mean who would cheat on you?” He asked, rubbing on her thigh. “The way you held him down for twenty-three years and that's how he repays you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “It’s fucked up.” He finished and she nodded her head. 

“It is fucked up.”  She sighed and looked down at her left hand, frowning at the absence of her wedding ring. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them and plastering a smile on her face. “I didn’t come here to think or talk about Josh. I came here to have fun, and that’s what I'm going to do.” She said before standing up from the couch, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor. 

They danced to about two and a half songs before Kiyana told him that she wanted another drink. So he nodded and followed behind her to the bar. 

This was the perfect opportunity for him. He stood behind her, caging her in between his body and the bar. He waited until the person next to them got their drink and walked away to strike.

“You ever think about what we did on graduation night?” Joe whispered to her. Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror in front of them.  She would be lying if she said she didn’t. She had thought about it plenty of times. Joe smirked then placed a kiss on her neck. “Mmhmm.” He hummed. “You remember, don't you. Sweetest pussy I ever put my mouth on” He whispered, sliding his hands from her waist to the top of her thighs. 

“Joe.” She moaned as he trailed his fingers under her dress. He arched his eyebrow at her when he felt that she had on no panties. 

“I got you.” He mumbled, placing kisses up and down her neck. “Let me take care of you.”  She let out another moan as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. “Shit, you soaked baby girl.” 

Her hand shot up to grab his wrist when he added another finger. Their eyes met in the mirror and Joe smirked at the blissed out look on her face. “Fuck i’m boutta cum.” She moaned, closing her eyes. Joe started placing kisses on her neck again, pumping his fingers into her faster. 

“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” His thumb now flickering over her clit. Kiyana bit hip lip to stifle her moans as she came, her nails leaving indents on his wrist. 

“Fuck” She muttered as she met his eyes in the mirror again. She watched as he pulled his hand out from under her dress and brought it to his mouth. Her jaw went slack as he put his finger in his mouth and closed his eyes like he was savoring the taste.

Mmhm, just like I remember.” He cupped her jaw and turned her head to face him, capturing her lips with his in a slow kiss. 

“What the fuck.” She whispered once the broke apart. Joe chuckled before placing another kiss on her lips then flagged down the bartender which she was grateful for, because she really needed that drink now.

okay Joe i see you 👀

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I’m Always Here - Part 1

Travis Kelce x Reader

Use of Y/N

Warnings: alcohol, language, arguing, Travis being a little shithead ( I think that’s it)

Word Count: 1088

A/N: this is a co-author story. My co-author doesn’t have a tumblr so she can’t be tagged but she is amazing. This is part of a series I have no clue how long the series will be but here is part one.

We are currently working on part five so i’ll try to get parts 2-4 posted as well. Hopefully I will be able to post a new part once a day (hopefully).

So enjoy part one of I’m Always Here

It was around one am when Y/N heard the garage door open and close. She put down the glass of wine on the coffee table. She had just put her three year old daughter, Avery, to bed. She saw Travis come stumbling in. 

“Have a good time?” she asked sarcastically. He stopped knowing he was caught red handed. 

“I know where you were Travis,” she took a sip from the glass. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Travis said. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me Travis.”

“I was just out with the guys celebrating the win.”

“Travis, I am not even gonna argue with you and cause a fight.” 

“I’m not trying to start anything.”

“Yeah sure you are, by coming home drunk! It’s all you ever are anymore.”

“No it’s not. I didn’t last night.”

“I didn’t even see you last night. So how do I know you weren’t?” she said, starting to yell.

“Y/N”

“No! Travis! You're not doing this to me! I’ve defended you many times! Every damn time people say I’m naive or stupid!”

Travis looked at her. “I never fucking asked you to defend me.”

“Do not yell at me. You will wake up your daughter and I just got her back to sleep.”

“I am getting tired of you telling me when I can go out with my friends and teammates and when I can’t”

“Travis, we are not in college anymore. We have a three year old daughter. I need you. She needs you. We need you in our lives. I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to man up.”

“Tomorrow morning pack your shit and leave with Avery.”

“You can’t be serious Travis.” 

“If you are gonna say that I don’t want to be Avery’s dad, then I don’t need to be.”

“Travis, that is not what I’m fucking saying. I just need you to be there. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Well now you are on your own. I never asked to have a child. I never asked to do this.”

“You made the decision to be a father when we slept together.”

“I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch. I don't want to be in the same room as you.”

“Travis, please come upstairs.”

“Why Y/N? You and I are over. I can’t keep being harassed by you to stay home and to raise a child I didn’t ask for.”

“I didn’t ask for her either. But here I am. I stepped up. I am having to be two parents because you won’t step up.”

That next morning Y/N woke up and grabbed hers and Avery’s bags. She put them in the suv she got herself. Y/N got Avery sleeping in the car seat. She got in the driver's seat and started the car heading to her parents. Y/N didn’t even know what to think. She was shocked about the effect of the night. All she wanted was for Travis to take responsibility not for her to be driving to her parents to be a single parent. She pulled into her parents driveway an hour later. 

“Y/N?” her mom said from the front porch.

Y/N parked her car and got Avery out of the car. “Grammy,” Avery said as she ran towards her grandma. 

“Hi, mom,” Y/N said.

“What are you guys doing here?” 

“Travis and I are not together anymore.” She told her mom. 

“What?”

“We got in an argument last night. I asked him to step up and be a father and he said he didn’t want her and told me to leave. So I did.”

“Honey.”

“Mom, I don’t want sympathy.”

“Honey, he hurt you.”

“I don’t need him.”

“Baby,”

“Mom I’m gonna just get Avery down to nap and think about everything.”

“I can get her down. You figure out what you are gonna do.”

“Ok.”

It had been a couple hours of Y/N mindlessly scrolling trying to find an apartment. She actually found a house within a budget that she could afford. Y/n owned a business and it was paying off. Y/n put an offer on the house and it was accepted almost immediately. Y/n headed to the kitchen, in her parents house, she immediately saw her father sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Hey dad, you still have Travis’ phone number right?” she asked. “I’m, I believe so. Why what’s up sweetie?” 

“I need you to call him and ask if I can come by and get the test of my stuff.”

“Oh yeah I’ll give him a call.”

“Thanks dad.”

Y/n walked up stairs to her bedroom and got ready to go to sleep. 

1 Month Later

Travis saw a newer car pull in and didn’t know who it was. Until Y/n got out. She looked good and began walking up the driveway. 

“Hey Y/N how are you? Where’s Avery?”

“I’m fine Kelce. She’s with my parents. Can you just unlock the door so I can get my stuff and leave?” He opened the door and she walked in. 

“Where’s my stuff? You said you had it all ready by the door for me.”“It’s over there.”

“Thanks” she grabbed the boxes and walked out the door. 

“I’m signing my rights over to you. I don’t want to see her. I don’t need to see her. Good luck, I'll send you money each month for her.” Y/n started to tear up, but quickly got in her car where Travis couldn’t see her. She starts the car and Sam's name  pops up on the screen. She answered. 

“Hey.” She tried to sound cheery.

“What’s wrong baby?” Sam said.

“I’m just glad that I'm leaving Travis. He is just rude to me and he doesn’t want to be a dad. He said he is going to sign his rights over.”

“That’s just…”

“Sam, can you meet me at the house?”

“Yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Y/n drives back to her apartment already seeing Sam and Avery playing outside at the playground. Y/n walks over to them. 

“Thanks for getting Avery. You didn’t have to,” y/n said, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She sniffled, causing Avery to look at her. 

“What’s wrong Mama?” Avery asked as she ran over and gave her mom a hug. 

“I’m fine honey.”

“Then why are you crying mama?”

“I was just upset, baby girl. But I’m ok now.” 

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Coerce - Yan! Kaeya x fem! Reader

Yandere! Kaeya x fem! Reader

Part 2 of the “Baby Trapping” Series

Warnings: General yandere themes, toxic relationships, heavy religious themes, mention of corrupted organizations (The church), emotional manipulation, slight victim blaming, black mail, coerce, implied physical violence, possessive and obsessive thoughts and behaviors, implied controlling behavior, implied codependency (both parties), dehumanizing reader, injury, mention of blood, wanting to punch Kaeya in the face for this one, and inaccurate religious customs/tellings.

Not sfw warnings: d00gy style, vaginal fingEring, mention of loss of virginity, one slap on the ass, teasing, cumming inside without permission, dub-c0n/non-c0n, use of pet name (Sweetheart and probably sweetie I forgot), coerce into doing the act itself, hint of corruption kInk, baby trapping.

Please tell me if I missed any warnings that are needed.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT condone any of the harmful and toxic behaviors and thoughts that may take place in this piece of FICTION. None of this should be romanticize or even considered normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous. If you find yourself in such a situation, please seek help if able to.

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 Kaeya thinks of you as a pet. As cruel and inhumane it is, he can’t help but to think of you as one. A relationship was never confirmed, yet you still wait for him like a loyal dog. Tail wagging whenever you saw his face, heard his voice as he talks to others. He likes to make you chase after him, your attempts to make him notice you cute.

And, of course, he does reward you, at times. He gives you attention if you’ve been especially good, following his unsaid orders. Pets your head in private, praises disguising the insults he’s casually throwing your way. Nothing serious, it’s just cute, the way you take him at face value. Too scared to face the reality that awaits you.

And he loves it. He’s sadist at heart, despite being as lonely as a winter tree, bare of any of its leaves. And that’s something he’ll never admit, not to you, not to himself, not to anyone. And maybe, he thinks, that’s why he keeps you around. You follow him around like a lost puppy no matter what, even when he leaves you waiting at the Anemo Archon’s statue two hours after the meeting time. You always wait for him, no matter the time.

Unless work comes into play, then you avoid him like the plague. It slightly annoys him and has implied you should focus more on him towards the end of the week, but he never forced you to. He’s a busy man himself, his job is demanding, so he understands why you would put your work before him. You can’t live off him.

Even so, you’ve been acting… different, as of late. You didn’t bother to say hi to him as you pass by, instead rushing past him. Like you didn’t want to see him, even. Okay, sure, your affection for him has slowly, but surely, started to dwindle for the past few weeks.

Turning him down gently whenever he asked you out, avoid running into him on the streets, stopped going to Angel’s Share almost completely, only visiting the Tavern when you know he’s on patrol duty. You have his schedule down to a T, and from the looks of it, you keep changing yours. Like you didn’t want him to contact you, fading away like a ghost.

Like you wanted to become a ghost of his past, and he yours.

He could feel it; you’re slowly untangling yourself from his web of lies, starting to look under that flirty exterior and see the liar he is, how shallow he can be. But you don’t have the courage to leave him, he thinks. Ah, but that’s the problem – he thinks. He doesn’t know anymore, your actions and behavior slapping him in the face. The whiplash is something he didn’t expect.

And it stings more than he’d like to admit.

But no matter, a few sweet lies here and there, and you’ll be back to normal in no time. Bringing him lunch on your break, waiting him to get off of work if you didn’t have a shift or managed to get off early. Waiting for him like the loyal dog you are, at his beck and call.

You’re supposed to be obedient. Docile and demure, never leaving his side. He’ll be bored otherwise, yes. He has – should have – you under his thumb. You told him yourself that you can’t live without him.

God, his mind is everywhere right now. He’s torn between acting indifferent and confronting you. But that’s not like him. He’s not the type to ‘beg’ nor is he the type to talk it out. You were supposed to be a means to pass the time. He had planned to (eventually) let you, be it through heart break or directing your affections and attentions to another man.

Thinking about that now leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. Salt, it tastes like pure salt, a thirst so strong he almost can’t contain it. This isn’t like him. He’s slowly falling apart the more you avoid him. How long has it been? Weeks? A month?

A month too long. His value as a person is low, he knows that. And deep inside, he’s aware he’s kept you around so much because he was unknowingly desperate for validation deep inside. He’s both aware and in denial about needing you by his side, lest he crumbles into dust. You’re both a curse and a blessing.

And he hates himself for feeling this way.

He’s possessive of you, extremely so. He’s aware of that, he keeps up with the façade of being a nice guy just to keep you around. No matter how he treats you, in the end, Kaeya is nothing more than a twisted, horrible man in ‘love’.

Which is why he has you on you cornered against one of the benches in the church, ready to taint you a dirty black. Did you think you could escape him so easily? No, did you think you could escape him at all? How naïve of you. But it’s cute – you’re cute – so he’ll forgive you.

“Hey there sweetheart… long time no see. How long has it been? A month?” He smiles ever so sweetly, but there’s bitterness seeping through. He doesn’t like the way you stare at him in worry. Worry for your well-being.

“Ka… Kaeya? What are you doing here?” You shift in your seat, eyes looking at the small space between his arms against the back rest and the wooden seat. You’re thinking of escaping. He can’t have that, now, can he?

“A little birdy told me you spend your time here now. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite person, can you?” He answers while tightening his grip on the wood, waiting. Will you make a move?

Or will you succumb to him and behave like a good girl?

“’Favorite person’… yet you barely, ever showed up on time? The math doesn’t add up, make it make sense, Kaeya.” Oh, you have a bite now. A mistake – it only makes him want to tame you.

Your fingers are clenched in front of your chest, as if in payer. “Since when did you become religious?” He stares down at you, hating how you didn’t bother to meet his eyes. You just stared at his chest, there but not really seeing it. Not really seeing him.

Had he really become a ghost of your past?

“Since I gave up on you.”

Ouch. Okay, that hurt, it stung, and he really wants to shut your mouth, preferably with his. Your neck looks so easy to strangle. Should he do just that?

Enough to make you gasp, not enough to injure you.

“Oh? That’s a bit hard to believe, sweet cheeks. Just a month ago, you couldn’t go a day without seeing me. What made you change your mind?” He doesn’t budge when your hands unclench, landing on his chest, pushing him away. He’d rather you pull him closer.

You let out a sigh, clearly done with him and his antics. He wants to say you’re overreacting, but that’s hard to say when he’s aware of his own actions.

“Well, for one, please move aside. It’s uncomfortable,” your eyes shut close and brows furrow. Your patience with him is finally about to snap. How adorable.

“You’re a sweet talker, purposely flirting with other women to get a rise out of me. You never show up time when you ask me out, and sometimes you didn’t even come. You’ll shower me in gifts during the day, only to insult me with sugarcoated words, thinking I wouldn’t notice. You love to make me suffer, to drag me along a leash like I’m a dog.”

Kaeya listens, not once interrupting you. The way your voice gets higher, and tears form in your eyes makes him want to gag you on his cock. The thought unsettles even him.

“And not once did you clearly say what our ‘relationship’ was, even when I questioned you about it,” you finish off, harshly wiping away a stray tear with the heel of your hand.

Everything stays quiet, as he processes your words, your actions. You’re not wrong, and the rational part of his mind doesn’t blame you. Can’t blame you. But his pride and yearning come first. How hard can he make you cry? How hard can he make you regret leaving him?

“I see… such a shame, then. I apologize for making you feel such a way,” he smiles, gently removing one of his hands from the backrest, choosing to softly caressing your cheek. His thumb rubs under your eye, effectively ridding of the tear sliding down, unconsciously leaning into his touch.

He likes you this way.

Docile. Obedient.

Shyly, you look downwards. A soft sigh before you push against him harder, and this time, he takes a step back, hand leaving your cheek. “You’re apologizing for making feel bad when you should be apologizing for acting shitty.” And the bite comes back.

You pause before adding on, “And besides… I’m in training to become a nun, in case you didn’t notice my attire. Or did you think I was cosplaying?”

Yes, he thought you were cosplaying. No, he won’t admit he feels like an idiot now.

“A nun huh… a surprise sudden career change.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Is it a question worth answering?”

You can’t help the way you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand. He finally made you irritated. And then, a smirk stretches on his lips.

“I didn’t realize non-virgins could completely serve gods.” The way your eyes widen and how you jerk your head up to look him has him smiling. He’s a shitty person for bringing that up*.

“What a rude thing to say! And besides… we both know there’s currently a married woman with a child who became a nun.” You balk at him, clearly uncertain about your situation now.

He had taken your virginity a year ago, back when you were still in the honeymoon phase. You had sex a total of three times between that period and now. And each time, you declared your love for him. Can the church accept such a sinner?

Perhaps the Archons could and would, but the church is different story. It’s rather fickle, picky with who it takes into its arm and who it shuns within the shadows. Corruption and religion go hand in hand, you can’t deny that. You could only ignore it.

“I suppose your right…,” he leans in closer, one hand grasping the backrest again, mouth next to your ear. His hot breath makes you shiver. “But whose to say they’ll accept you as well? You know just how picky they can get… would be a shame if someone were to…,” his teeth nibble your ear, eliciting a small gasp from you, “tell them.”

He pulls back a bit, able to look you in the eyes. The horror and resentment in your eyes both amuse and hurt him. So, you really have grown tired of him, have you? Such a shame he hasn’t grown tired of you. And he’s not sure if he ever will.

“… you really are a horrible man,” nothing but bitterness lies within your words. You don’t even bother to hide it, instead wanting him to know how deep your distain runs for him. “Why are you bothering me so? Have you not grown tired me, despite always throwing me to the side? I was never your priority so I don’t know why you’re so intent on making my life a living hell with just your mere presence alone.”

“You’re nothing more than a depraved man seeking salvation that will never come. *”

Something snaps. His hand hurts and feels wet. A warm liquid, a horrified squeal, he’s not sure what the fuck happened. Whether he’s finally become mad, or if he’s finally became the fallen empire that crumbled away with only sinners left.

He needs to get a hold of himself. He’s not too fond of physically violence despite his job, nor does he want to be seen as a mindless caveman. So, he takes a step back, taking a deep breath and out. And he’s back to normal.

You don’t say anything, probably can’t, and only realizes why when he looks where your eyes are glued to; the bench has been snapped, the backseat covered in broken wood. He looks at his hand. Wood shards poking out of his gloved hands, blood seeping through, running down his wrist. He’s gone too far he can’t deny that.

He glances at you, only to find your eyes wide and mouth opened into a small ‘o’. You’re trembling slightly, and he wants to make you tremble more. Tremble, moan, cry, wants to make you smile, laugh, tend to his wound. He wants it all, he wants none of it, he wants to hug you, he wants to strangle you for saying such things. He needs to teach you a lesson.

“Ka… Kaeya… what the fuck…,” you finally look at him, hands coming up to cover your mouth. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t smile, just stares into the void that is you. “A… are you okay? In the head?”

Perhaps it was second nature by now, but you gently grab his hand, inspecting it like a rare specimen. It feels warm. It feels right.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that… although… I do think we need to come up with a story.” He smiles coldly at you, flexing his hand hard enough to push the wood in deeper. It stings, it hurts, but he needs a grounding or else he might hurt you.

“We…? There is no ‘we’, just ‘you’.” You don’t look at him, but his hand is still in his grasp as you pry it opened. He lets you, only if to remember the vibrant past. “… you need to leave,” you let go and attempt to leave.

His words alone stop you before you could even leave the aisle.

“Are you sure you want to leave before we finish our conversation? Ah, not only not being a virgin would give you a bad look, but to leave an injured man be… it won’t look good on your record.” A choice. Which option would you choose? To leave or to stay?

Both of you know the answer.

“… excuse me?” Ever so slowly, your head turns towards him, eyes narrowed. The hatred in your eyes burn hotter than the sun. “Why in Teyvat would you say that? Threatening me too? You’re really sick in the fucking head.”

“And yet you loved me still.”

Your chest heaves, feet dragging you to him, standing straight right in front of him. You weren’t thinking straight, your breathing was heavy. He’d rather you be that way on his cock, squirming in nothing but pleasure, squealing as he drills into you.

“’Loved’. Past tense, I no longer want anything to do with you. You’re nothing more than a parasite, and I’m tired of being your host.” Your finger jabs at his chest, hard enough to hurt you but not him. You were so weak compared to him.

He could easily turn you around and bend you over, fucking you until you were apologizing all the way to hell. The very place he’ll drag you to the moment you leave or get taken away. Count your lucky stars he’s controlling himself enough not to harm you.

“Oh my, your words are hurting me. Venom is dangerous, you know? Although, I don’t think you’d like to get frost burn. Better calm down before it gets too chilly.” His bloodied hand goes to hold your hand, the one jabbing at him.

“And besides, who do you think they would believe… a training nun who couldn’t keep her chastity until marriage, or the esteemed knight who does his duty to protect the citizens of Monstadt?” His cocky tone does nothing but to infuriate you more.

“You’re not protecting me, Kaeya.”

“Ah, but I am… think of it this way… a random drunkard, who so happened to be on the wanted list was harassing a training nun during her prayers, and the Cavalry Captain stopped him. That sounds better than a nun seducing the Cavalry Captain in the middle of the night, in the holy church, no less.”

You take a step back, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “That… that wouldn’t explain the damage done to the bench.” The reality of the situation was finally settling in.

“Ah… I suppose that’s right. However, it could be said that the Cavalry Captain had to retrain control. It’s not uncommon to hear of, a man damaging something to keep his lust at bay.”

“That doesn’t make sense, and only serves to make you look bad!” You argue back, shaking your head. He was fucked up.

Kaeya continues, “It may make me look bad… but it’ll make you look worse.”

It was bullshit, it would absolutely make him the villain. Using violence of any type on a woman was horrible in the public eye. But you weren’t thinking straight, fear coursing through your veins like fire. And he’s using it against you.

“… What do you want?”

“Hm? Say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

You take a breath in. “I said, what do you want? I don’t need you to ruin my life anymore than this.” Your voice cracks, and he can see the tears forming. You’re finally breaking apart. And he loves it.

“First,” He lifts his hand, still holding yours, “Tend to my wound, okay?”

--

With the wound tended to and mood shifted to a sexual tone, Kaeya has once more turned the situation to his liking. He had you bend over, hands holding onto the backseat, ass up, legs spread apart. Your dress was scrunched up to your waist, pure white panties on display for his eyes only. Like how it’s supposed to be.

Such a sinful sight for a ‘holy’ woman. A follower of a God that won’t listen to her prayers. How ironic.

“My, my… how lewd. To think a ‘pure’ nun would spread her legs for me, a lowly Cavalry Knight.” A slap to your ass that brings forth a moan. God, he missed this. The way your body reacts to him, how he studied your body from the late hours to the early rise of the sun. He knows it inside out.

“Shut up…,” your breath hitches when he grabs your hair from the roots and pulls. Your body is reacting in a manner you don’t want it to. You hate yourself for this, for giving in so easily. For not letting go sooner before his obsession and possessiveness of you started to fester.

Kaeya almost feels guilty. But not enough, not when you’re in front of him, bend over the bench like a whore, whimpering as he tugs your hair or delivers a slap to your ass. Your body is more honest than you are. He’s more honest than you are.

Prepare yourself for the years to come.

“Heh… you say you hate me, but your body loves me, right?” He leans forward, draping himself over your body, chest pressed against your back. He wonders if you can feel his heart beating. “Tell me, did you ever miss this?”

His uninjured hand travels down your front, skipping over your breasts and straight to your crotch. You shiver, biting your lip as to keep quiet. You don’t need anyone to hear from the outside, if possible. You just want to get this over with. You can’t get caught doing this here, in the church.

Slowly, his middle finger draws circles around your clothed clit, your legs trembling. You’re starting to get wet, perhaps as means to lessen the pain that might follow. The female anatomy is one he studied well, if only to tease and gloat about it to Diluc, who the Head Maid had scolded about the subject.

“Getting wet now, are we? How adorable.” He laughs, adding more pressure that makes you squeal. So sensitive, so right. He belongs here, with you, and you belong with him, no matter how toxic the relationship.

“Hey, stop – ah!” Head arched back; he loves the way you reach to his touches. You’re wet enough to slip in a finger, enough to feel the burning pleasure only he could provide. Why bother becoming a nun when you become his?

No.

You’ve always been his, be it in life or death. He’ll never let go, he can’t dare to part with his beloved pet. A pet that used to whine for attention, a pet that now growls and barks at it’s owner. Even bit him. But that’s okay. He just needs to train you some more.

And that training starts now.

“Stop? But why; your pretty little cunt is taking my finger so easily. Almost like you were waiting for this. Tell me, do you think about me when you touch yourself?” His teeth tease your earlobe, breath fanning the shell. You’re driving him crazy, your scent, your body, your scent. He’s going to drown the both of you.

“W-what? Nuns don’t… nuns don’t touch themselves…,” you breathe out, eyes closing once he starts to curl his finger. It’s sloppy inside, like it should be. Wet and soft, he can’t wait to do bareback.

“Nuns shouldn’t participate in the act of sex itself, yet here you are… and, if I recall, they are to ‘Marry God’. Or something along those lines, right? Give all your love to the Gods, the Archons, yet here you are, loving me with all of your body.”

“You blacked mailed me. Coerced me.” Same meaning, different words, no need to say them. You should be saying his name instead, like you used to. Yet, you’re not, barking at him still. What shall he do with you?

“I didn’t force you to do anything. I gave you a choice – you chose this option.” His finger thrusts in and out, in and out, you have a hard time thinking. Should you think? Should you give in to the pleasure?

Your mind says yes, your body says no.

“There, there, it’ll be fine. Just let me take care of everything, okay?” You don’t say anything, not even when he adds a second finger, curling them just right, making you squeal. Your reactions are cute, from the way you’re biting your lip to hide your moans, to the way your hips softly rock into his hand.

“Since you’re here, doing this, why don’t you just give in, hm? Might as well enjoy the ride… I know I am.” Kaeya grinds against your ass, erection straining against his (complicated. Breaking the 4th wall here cuz im going to forget otherwise, but like… does anyone know how his pants work???)pants.

Huffing, you shake your head, only to dip it when he increases his pace. A third finger and you’re fully rocking your hips into his hand, rubbing your ass against his erection. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit, head thrown back before there’s a silent scream, so close yet so far –

The whine that you let out once he takes his fingers away is unexpected. For you and him, if you smacking your forehead against the backrest of the seat is an indicator of anything. A pleasant surprise for him, an embarrassing and horrible mistake on your end. No matter, he’s sure of it.

You’re going to beg for him. You have to, unless you want to walk home in soaking wet panties.

Pride be damned, he’s going to tear down that wall you built around himself.

“Oh? Sweetheart, if you wanted more, all you had to do was ask.” His fingers trace your slit, gathering up your juices. It goes up, fingers gently going in your mouth. You can taste yourself. And you hate it, surely.

You hate him for getting under your skin and into your pants once more.

“Just say ‘please’, and I’m all yours. Oh, and of course, this’ll be kept a secret, unless it’s dire information they’ll need. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to convince them to keep you, if you really want to stay here.” You decided to play with fire the moment you laid your eyes on Kaeya Alberich.

“I… I shouldn’t, you should leave, this is fucked up –“

“But it feels so right, doesn’t it? You can still love your God with your heart even if you love me with your body… although, I’m not sure if you’ll ever be considered a nun in his eyes.” He tries his best not to laugh, not to insult you further. Because, as of right now, you’re insulting yourself.

“I… I don’t know… why are you doing this? Are you really that lonely?” Your legs shake, your voice is low, you don’t crane your neck to look at him. This was horrible, and truthfully, you weren’t sure if you wanted it or not. You can say no, right?

It’s Kaeya, right?

“Hm… maybe, maybe not. But were you that lonely to choose a husk of a man?” He hums, lips kissing your throat. He admits it, just once, that he was rather lonely. But you were also lonely, you had to be, to go after him day and night. You should have let go before it was too late. Before he latched on like a leach unknowingly, sucking you dry.

The cycle was unbreakable.

You give in, be it from fear or lust, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care – in the end, you were the one who gave him the green light. You said yes, and because you said yes, he’s going to fuck you dumb on his cock. He might die if he doesn’t, so you have to endure it. Like you used to.

---

The sounds in the church were sinful. Panting, squealing, moans, slaps of skin – it was all sinful. His hips met yours, your pussy sucking every inch of him in. It feels right, this should, needs to become the norm from now on. It doesn’t matter if you’re a nun. What matters is that you’re his.

“Ah, ah, ah! Fuck, fuck!” You don’t ask him to go faster, don’t ask him to go harder. You just let your moans out for the church to hear, like a choir. You sing him paise with each note you hit, mouth open. Kaeya takes a hand to turn your head towards him just a bit, going in for an open mouthed kiss.

There’s saliva everywhere, tongues dance as his thrusts send you forward. So close, he’s so close to having you completely. You’re so wet, so soft, and he swears he won’t do this with anyone but you – and the same goes for you, it has to. Otherwise, blood will be drawn, and a cage made. You don’t want that, do you?

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You don’t respond, can’t with his tongue back in your mouth, silently begging for a breather. He doesn’t grant you that freedom, fingers circling your clit like a man gone mad. And, perhaps you did drive him mad. And he’s going to drive you mad, as mad as he.

“Mmh, fuck, can’t – ah – cum – “your hands grip the backrest like it’s your savior. Blunt nails digging into the wood, unable to form sentences. How long have you been at this? An hour? How many orgasms has he given you, showing you only he could do this?

Two, three?

This would be the fourth one, if that’s the case.

“Ah? Cum? Do you want to cum?” Kaeya laughs when all you do is nod your head, driven by lust by the devil himself. He gives it to, if only to drive the point home. He’s close himself, once again, so maybe he should pull out again –

An idea hits him.

He could get you pregnant. He could say it was an accident, that he did pull out but maybe it wasn’t on time. He could use a child against you, as much as he doesn’t want to use such innocence in the name of evil. He’s not sure if he’ll even be a decent father.

But he’ll try for you, promise.

For them.

Three fingers in your mouth, and he’s drilling his cock into you like a lifeline. One thrust, two thrusts, and on the fifth you’re finishing together, fingers rubbing at your clit like there’s no tomorrow. You shouldn’t have said yes, if you weren’t at least a little mentally prepare for the possibility of having a child.

Breathing is hard, heavy. Sweat clings to your bodies like a second skin melting off. You’re both spent, and –

“Don’t worry, if anything were to become of this, I’ll take care of it. Even with the church.”

 ==

A/N: *1 – I kinda did research and it looks like you have to be a virgin to become a nun. Now, I could be completely wrong, and I apologize for that.

*2- one of my favorite lines I have ever written ngl.

Thank you for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !

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[j-nipper-95]

WIP Wednesday (because it's still Wednesday somewhere!)

Thank you so much for the tags recently. Even if I've not been responding to them I've been reading what everyone has been working on and it continues to astound me just how wonderfully talented this fandom is. Keep being fabulous, each and every one of you!

Would it really be a WIPsday of mine if I ever posted on time in my timezone?

That's right folks, Trails is back! Edits are happening with the next chapter, which I'm hoping I'll be able to share soon. My team and I are working through edits for chapters about one a week at the moment. I may have to go to bi weekly posting though, as writing has slowed down on the newer chapters. But we shall see. The muses are fickle, and may return to me, one day.

A huge thank you has to go out to my beta team, my friend Zoë (who isn't on tumblr), @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla and @iamamythologicalcreature! I couldn't have got this fic back on track without you all!!

But for now, a snippet from the next chapter. Baz POV.

The knife is kicked from my grip and sent flying into the river by a heavy work boot and another crewman drops into the lifeboat. I lurch away, almost back to back with Simon, the crowbar digging into my shoulder. I grope behind me, drawing it from his braces. “Told you it’d come in handy,” Snow smirks. “We’ll have time for ‘told you so’s later.” “Promises,” he purrs. You have no idea, Snow. Crowbar raised over my head, I swing at the newest attacker over the central bench but he deftly steps back out of reach, ducking under my return swing. I cross the bench to keep him on the retreat. He whips his handgun up to shoot but I get a hand around the muzzle and shift his aim. The bullet clangs against the side of the ship and I copy Bunce’s earlier move with the crowbar. I slam it into the man’s wrist and he releases his grip on the gun. My own hand flies open at the impact but I don’t try to fumble for the gun. The splash it makes into the Thames is too faint to make out.  Both hands back on the crowbar I swing for the man’s jaw. The crewman ducks and lunges for my waist grabbing me and knocking me off my feet between the benches. I’m forced to drop the crowbar and shove his face back, thumbs searching for his eye sockets, anything to get him off of me. One of his meaty hands pins my wrist to the bottom of the boat, the other finding my throat.  “Baz!”  Shadows shift as Simon spins, now doubt raising the mattock to attack, but there’s a spray of something warm over me from the other direction. The crewman goes limp in my grip as warm blood trickles down my wrists and beneath my shirt sleeves. Something metal clatters to the floor of the boat as I throw the man’s limp body off of me, and see the wound to the side of his head. Penny’s face is ashen and flecked with the man’s blood. “Penelope Bunce,” I breathe. “Penny, the rope!” Simon’s hand is on my chest gripping my shirt a split second before Penny’s end of the boat drops as the rope snaps. Penny screams and grabs hold of the central bench as Simon helps me sit up. The crewman’s body flops forward and tumbles out of the boat.  “Simon,” Penny calls, pointing over our shoulders. I follow her stare and see the rope Simon had been cutting is almost sawn through as well. More crewmen are shouting above us, seemingly deciding not to bother climbing down the ropes anymore and instead just shoot us from the deck. Hammers cock. A call to take aim. Please, not like this. He doesn’t know how much I love him.

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Of Lizards, Love & Laundry 💞

🦎 now complete 🦎

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star Author: noxsoulmate | Artist: paxdracona Read on ao3 | View art on ao3

Chapters: 7-9/9 | Word Count: 4049 | Complete Word Count: 13826 | Rating: Mature | Warnings/Tags: canon compliant, Lou II is the Houdini of Lizards, how Lou II makes his Papa love him, a story told in 7+2 parts, Carlos is so done, but TK knows how to condition his man, sex and spicy food, bribery, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, fluff and humor, Carlos loves TK, so he puts up with the reptile in their loft, until he starts to love the little monster as well

Inspired by the amazing art of @paxdracona

Created for the @911reversebang

Summary:

“TK, your lizard got out. Again.”

Lou II might just be the Houdini of lizards, an escape artist par excellence – but he’s also TK’s emotional support lizard, so how could Carlos not start to like the little monster? It certainly has nothing to do with TK’s ways of bribery or attempts at conditioning him, and more with the fact that Lou II is just… growing on him. Even if that means loads and loads of extra laundry.

OR: Carlos Reyes and the Journey of Becoming a Lizard Papa, told in 7+2 parts

🦎 Read chapters 7 to 9 on ao3 🦎

🦎 or start at the beginning 🦎

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💞 🦎 This fic is now complete 🦎💞

Once more I have to say the biggest thanks to @paxdracona 🥰 working with you was such a joy and I hope there are more projects in our future.

And of course, all my love to my wonderful readers - thank you so much for all your love, for all the kudos and your lovely comments, as well as all the reblogs here on tumblr. I'm so thrilled you loved this fic and the amazing art 😘

Sneak peek and more art under the cut:

seven

Household chores are always a tiring thing to handle but Carlos actually likes some of them. He’s weird like that, yes, but he knows it has to do with it being mostly mindless tasks that don’t require much thinking, and still you can see the result in the end. Plus, doing them together with TK always makes it that much better. They love to share kisses whenever they’re close, they brush each other when one passes the other, just smiling, exchanging wordless communication. It’s nice, it’s domestic, and Carlos knows he won’t mind doing any chores for the rest of his life as long as he can share it with TK.

It also helps that they both have their preferred chores and switch up those neither of them likes or both of them do. Laundry, for example, is part of the last category. Before moving together, Carlos would’ve never thought TK would like doing laundry as much as he does. But they both see it as a rather meditative task, one that can be done while sitting on the couch.

And yes, Carlos still uses the couch to sort all the dry laundry, even after the little Lou II incident the other week.

Besides, he has to admit he has definitely warmed up to the little rascal. He isn’t even surprised anymore to sometimes find him outside of the terrarium. TK offered to set up a camera so they could see how the trickster does it – but Carlos brushed it off. By now, he might even be okay with letting him run around the loft sometime. He found these little cat hammocks online after watching a video where a bearded dragon used it to chill in it…

Not that he’s ready to tell TK just yet. His fiancé is excited enough as is, seeing how their wedding is only a few days away. No, he will keep that revelational new status in Lou II and his relationship for a day where TK needs another pick-me-up…

Carlos is pulled from his thoughts when TK drops down on the couch next to him, looking at him with that look. The look that tells Carlos right away that TK did something he thinks he’ll get in trouble for unless his puppy eyes will get him out of it.

“Oh no,” Carlos murmurs, staring at his fiancé. “What did you do?”

“So… remember a few weeks ago when Lou II got free while I cleaned his terrarium?”

Carlos looks past him and sees it right away, the open glass case and the cleaning supplies. All he does is sigh and look back at TK, who truly looks sheepish now.

“Remember how I promised I would tell you right away if it happened again? Well…”

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[onedaughterofman]

Heyoo! how are ya doing? Im unsure if you take requests because i can't navigate tumblr to save my life, but, if you do, could i ask for some Ghost bc x reader birthday comfort fic? like,,, hurt to comfort? yesterday was my birthday and i had a rlly bad day, like, boss screaming at me, ppl forgetting abt it, etc. Can be with anyone, the ghouls, papas, whichever flows better :) Gn reader if possible. If not thats ok! Hope you had a good day!

Hi! Listen, I'm not taking requests anymore BUT I had a draft laying around that could work with this, so I made some changes here and there. It's not perfect, but I hope you like it.

I know your birthday was some days ago, so happy (really) late birthday! ♥ I'm sorry to hear you had a hard time. Here is my gift to you.

Papa Emeritus II x g/n reader. Birthday fluff!

Summary: Secondo is a soft man at heart, with a secret talent he puts to good use for your birthday.

Tags: Rated T, kinda fatherly Secondo, fluff, platonic relationships.

A/N: Look at Papa doing his silly little dance!

“What’s that?”

Papa’s hand hangs in front of your eyes, a big white ceramic plate resting on it. “Torta paradiso,” he replies, delicately swaying the place to one side and then the other. “All'arancia”.

Alright. That you can see and smell. The delicate yet strong fragrance of the orange permeates the air, making your mouth salivate. The cake looks simple, barely decorated with a bit of powdered sugar and orange zest on the top.

However, you don’t understand why Secondo is placing it right in front of your face, making it serpent like it’s tempting you to sin. “I can see that,” you continue, sitting straight on the couch. The heavy blankets fall around your waist and the cold air hits your skin, sending shivers down your arms and legs. “Where did you get it?”

“I made it myself.”

Oh.

That’s… something you didn’t see coming. A man like Secondo, who always looks angry and intimidating, doesn’t seem to be the type to spend any time in the kitchen baking something as delicate as a cake. Even more, he not only made it, but now he’s proudly displaying it to you.

“I didn’t know you could bake.”

“Can’t an old man have a hobby?”

Tripping over your words, you hurry to reassure him that it wasn’t your intention to question him. Secondo only laughs, a bitter but somehow calm sound that fills the air with warmth. He takes a sit next to you, motioning to move away the blankets. The ceramic plate is placed on the little coffee table.

For a few seconds, Secondo stares at the TV. There’s an old movie there, a cartoon you used to watch when you were years and years younger. This movie always brought comfort to you, awakening memories of hot beverages and butter cookies, of old friends and cozy socks.

Life used to be simpler before. Then, shit happened. Shit always happens, but it hits harder on days like these.

On your birthday.

No one remembered it. This day was just another day, only heavier on the heart. Maybe it’s all your fault. You are fool, as you have constantly been. Year after year, you hope for things to be different, better somehow.

A certain type of sadness fills your body and soul on your birthday. A sadness that walks behind, hugging your back and whispering heavy words in your ears.

No one cared.

No one celebrated it.

No one.

To your left, Secondo sighs. The sound halts the tears that were beginning to form on your eyes. In a swift movement, you hurry to clean any remnant of it, hoping he doesn’t notice it.

If he does, Papa says nothing. He merely reaches out to the plate, cutting a slice of cake before carefully placing it on a napkin. His gloved hand extends in your direction, leaving no place to deny him. You take it.

His gaze is intense and expectant, full of an emotion you can’t quite discern when you take the first bite. Is he nervous? Is he anxious? He’s looking right into your soul, analyzing every little twitch of your eyebrows and searching for any reaction.

The sweet and fresh taste of the cake fills your mouth. The texture is soft, airy and delicate, and the taste of orange and vanilla is comforting. You nod, a smile on your lips. “This is so good!”

“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, letting himself fall on the couch. For another long moment, he stays in silence. His eyes absentmindedly look into the TV, before closing as he exhales. “Happy birthday, kid.”

“You remembered it?”

“Isn’t it a Papa’s duty to remember this stuff?”

Right. A duty. It’s foolish to think a busy man like Papa Emeritus II went out of his way to do something for your birthday, out of the kindness of his heart.

Maybe it’s the way your gaze obscures, or the heavy lump on your weary shoulders, but he hurries to continue. “I mean, I care about every Sibling. I know most of us don’t fit outside this Ministry, but we are a family here. If we have nothing else, at least we have each other.”

The strange softness in his eyes makes you swallow dry. Papa is a stern man, someone who mostly keeps to himself when he’s not surrounded by women. And yet, there’s something deep inside his pupils, a dark veil of emotions that tells you he understands.

Papa is a sad, sensitive and lonely man at heart. “Do you really like it?” he questions, after a beat. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this or a torta caprese.”

“I liked it,” you repeat. Papa smiles, reaching out to wipe a bit of powered sugar from the corner of your mouth.

“So, what are we watching?”

Excitement filling your voice, you explain. Papa listens, nodding a few times in an effort to encourage you to keep talking. When the movie continues, his eyes remain on the screen for a few minutes before you detect the faint sound of his snores.

Oh, well. Papa is also an exhausted, old man. Leaning closer to his body, you wrap the corner of the blanket around him. Head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath and close your eyes too.

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[wmarximoff]

Community labels are there to allow people who don’t want to see all of the adult and smut content to filter it out, so they don’t have to see it in the tags.

It isn’t about smut fic writers being targeted. It’s about mature content being given a proper mature label so that users who do not want to see 18+ NSFW content at all can completely filter out all smut/porn/mature content from their tumblr experience.

Your complaining about it “messing up your engagement” and you not getting as many likes just shows how selfish you’re being.

Not everyone wants to have to scroll through character tags and see masses of mature content and smut.

Well, you say this isn't about smut fic writers being targeted but literally the only people being affected by those labels around here is us - there's literal pornography running around without being properly tagged, but the fics that literally need a click in the :readmore: option to expose the reader to the content it's being thrown into limbo. From what you're saying I assume you're not a writer, so I can also assume that you don't know how disheartening it is to see work where you've dedicated your energy, creativity, and spare time being practically segregated from the site within minutes of posting.

There are warnings from me on every issue that my content is NSFW, in my bio, and in all warnings on my fics (just like other NSFW writers), so if YOU choose not to like it, just ignore it, block me, I don't give a fuck. But seriously, don't spoil the experience of those who REALLY want to consume this type of content. Not to mention that it's not fair that anyone can tag any post and automatically shadowban it - the system is great in theory, but like everything else on this site, practice is poorly executed and only affects users.

Some authors are even having their links deleted and inaccessible because of this, which is not right at all. It's a selective system that is just being a drag on the fic community, specifically the Wanda x Reader fics. Just enter the tag to notice how low the movement is, seriously.

And man, it's literally not about fucking likes or reblogs, it's just being able to interact with people who REALLY want to interact with me and my content. This is literally a WRITING BLOG, of course I want to interact with my readers and with possible new readers who might come across my content by chance, get interested and actually like it. The fun of having a writing blog is the casual interaction with readers, something that makes posting my work less mechanical and plastered, but if literally the main point of it simply disappears from the site, it just doesn't exist anymore, it's like writing for a fucking wall. It's literally like painting dozens of pictures that no one will see, or releasing an album that no one will listen to.

So, man, all I have to say is if you don't like what you see, just ignore it, block the blogs, customize YOUR OWN FEED. But don't spoil the experience for others, both authors and readers. It's exhausting and for those of us who really dedicate our time to what we do, it's disheartening and discouraging.

#t asks #anon

[oswildin]

Small World {Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader} - REPOST

Had to repost due to Tumblr not showing it in tags!

Summary: Marc was your best friend. But one day he upped and left, wanting to leave the memory of his past behind, in the process leaving you behind. After years of trying to forget him, you find yourself in London, and find yourself pondering on how the world works in mysterious ways.

Warnings: Spoilers for Moon Knight, mentions of trauma and death

A/N: I hope the first bit of this doesn’t come off as too ‘knight in shining armour’ or ‘it’s ok I’ll protect you’ too much… also NO LAYLA SLANDER HERE FOLKS.

Red Italics = Marc

“Marc?”

You furrowed your brows, seeing your best friend as he sat on the steps of his house, bag over his shoulder. He snapped his head up at the sound of your voice as he seemed on guard, but instantly relaxed when he realised it was you.

“Hey… What’s going on?” You asked, looking down at the clearly upset boy. He stood up, revealing another bag behind him as you waited for an answer.

“I’m leaving.” He stated simply, voice shaking slightly, clearly from anger as you peered up at him.

“What? Where are you going?” You asked, as you were immediately flooded with sympathy for him, knowing exactly why he was leaving.

“Anywhere away from here.” He told you as he began to walk past you, heading up the street. You rushed to keep up with him.

“Marc, you can stay with me- You don’t have to leave, this is your home.” You tried, but could see clearly his mind was made up.

“I can’t. I can’t be here anymore.” He shook his head, as you felt your own tears beginning to form. You didn’t know if it was from anger or sadness, maybe both.

“Marc!” You both turned at hearing the voice call to the boy, seeing his father rushing down the street after him. “She doesn’t mean it, she’s unwell-“ The father tried to reason with his son, as you felt a flare of anger at his fathers words.

“It’s been years…” You muttered out, causing Marc to turn to you. “So what? Because she’s unwell that excuses everything she’s done to him?” You felt your voice raising with ever word as his father stumbled over his words, guilt clearly etched on his features. “You don’t get to stop him, you don’t get to beg him to stay.” You laughed bitterly.

“(Y/N)…” Marc tried, a hand grabbed your arm to try and draw your attention back to him.

“I’m sorry, but YOU’RE his FATHER.” You frowned. “It’s your job to protect him from harm.” You felt your vision begin to blur from the tears threatening to fall. “Being complicit with her actions makes you apart of the damage whether you like it or not.” You sent the man a hard stare, as Marc seemed overwhelmed by the situation, as he stormed off, carrying on down the street. You watched as he walked away, leaving you alone as his father vacated back into their home. You felt a little bad. But you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your best friend, the one who you had to watch suffer, needed to finally break free.

After that, you didn’t see Marc again for a while. You tried calling his number, but after a few months of reaching a voicemail it eventually went dead, as you were finally met with ‘the number you have dialled is not in service at this time’. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. Had you overstepped the line on the last day you saw Marc? You had left multiple voicemails apologising, wanting to know if he was ok, asking where he was… And you never got a response.

Years went by, and after wondering what became of Marc every day, slowly it dwindled down to once a week, then once a month, then one in a blue moon. You had just hoped he had found peace of some kind. You went on and lived your life, studying and eventually getting yourself a job working in a museum, making your way up to a conservator role. You’d even bagged yourself a man in the process, however, that of course didn’t work out. Turns out he was a douche. 2 years down the drain.

So that’s how you ended up in London. Fresh start. Forget the past and look to the future. After a week of settling in to your new flat, you finally got ready for your first day of work. You stayed in the same role, but now you were working for the British museum.

Although you were nervous, you tried not to dwell on it, or let it show. Stepping through the entrance of the museum, you were greeted by the bustling of children as it was clearly a hot spot for school trips. You pursed your lips, looking round for someone who looked like they worked at the museum, when your eyes landed on the giftshop. You brushed down your shirt as you began walking towards the counter, seeing a man with dark curly hair fiddling with a Taweret plushie as he looked at it rather disgruntled.

“Hi-“

You breathed out, watching as the man jumped a little by your voice, as he turned his gaze to you.

“Sorry, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), I’m er, the new archive conservator…” You began as he looked at you, seemingly a little dazed. “I was wondering if there was a manager or someone around who could help me get set up?” You raised a brow, a small smile on your lips as the man quickly nodded.

“Um- Y-yeah!” He placed the plushie back down. “Let me just-“ He reached down under the counter as he grabbed a walkie. “Radio Donna. Donna’s my boss.” He explained.

“Thanks.” You said as he began to talk into the radio, causing you to take in his appearance properly, reading his name tag…

Steven.

Huh. You could’ve sworn he looked familiar. Almost like…

Na. It wasn’t him. Clearly.

As you found yourself staring, lost in your thoughts, Steven brought you out of them as he spoke once again to you.

“Do I know you?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he shook his head slightly, lips turning upwards a little. “Sorry- it’s just-“ He paused. “You look so familiar.” You frowned for a moment, before shaking your head.

“I er, don’t think so.” You hummed for a moment. “I just got to London a week ago. Never been here before.” You narrowed your eyes. “Have you ever been to America?” You asked.

“Erm, once.” He admitted. “But it was by accident.” He laughed lightly, placing his hands on the counter as he leaned on it. “Bit of a weird one. Maybe I bumped into you? Sorry, sometimes I have a brain like a goldfish.” He joked as you smiled at him.

“Don’t we all.” You replied, laughing a little.

“Ah, Miss (L/N)!”

You turned, seeing a blonde woman in a suit strutting towards you. You peered back at Steven as you gave him a small smile.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Steven.” You told him softly. “I’ll see you around?” He gave a small nod.

“Y-yeah, yup.” He said. “I’ll be here. At the giftshop. Selling… gifts.” You gave him one last smile as you walked away, approaching Donna, unaware of Steven’s lingering eye on you.

“(Y/N) (L/N)…” Steven mumbled to himself. “Why… Why does that ring a bell…”

You settled in quite nicely to your new job, and after a few weeks you found yourself often bumping into Steven around the museum. He would often be dramatically telling visitors about certain Egyptian artefacts, as you watched from the sidelines, unable to hide your smile as you watched his eyes light up as he spoke about the history. You had formed a little friendship with the man, often taking your lunch at the same time as him, as he offered to show you round the local area. He even insisted on taking you to his favourite lunch spot to eat which you found endearing.

Steven was a kind, gentle, intelligent soul, and you had found yourself developing a small crush on the man. How could you not? However, you found yourself a little hesitant. The last two people you allowed yourself to get close to abandoned you. Albeit it for very different reasons, but sadly you couldn’t control how it made you feel.

Over the last few months you had noticed slight changes in Steven, seeing him appear more tired than usual. He’d also missed a few days of work. You tried calling him, but to no avail. You found yourself growing anxious in those moments, worried he’d got up and left…

No. Stop comparing them.

Sighing to yourself you headed into work for your shift, hoping to see Steven, praying he was there and ok. However, as you entered the giftshop, you were disappointed to see it wasn’t Steven manning the counter but Donna. You frowned, heading towards her as she looked irritated.

“Morning Donna.” You greeted as she looked over at you, chewing loudly.

“Alright?” She forced a tight smile onto her lips. “How’s Stevie?” She asked, as you looked at her confused, shrugging.

“I-I don’t know?” You said quietly. “I haven’t heard from him in a few days… Why?” You found it off she had asked about him, usually she didn’t seem to care.

“What? You ain’t heard?” She raised a brow as you felt anxiety hit you, shaking your head. “The museum let him go.” She told you as you furrowed your brows.

“What? Why?” You asked in surprise.

“He did a right number on the loos.” She sighed. “God knows how that man managed it, but the place was smashed to bits. Caught him on the security cameras leaving minutes after it all happened.” You laughed lightly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Steven? You’re telling me that Steven, sweet, quiet, wouldn’t hurt a fly Steven, trashed the toilets?” You almost scoffed. It sounded ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Right?

“If you ask me, the bloke ain’t right.” Donna said lowly. “It’s always the quiet ones.” She commented, before finally turning away, watching as a kid began stuffing keychains into their pocket. “Oi!” She exclaimed as she left you alone with your racing thoughts.

What the fuck was going on…

You quickly took out your phone, dialling Steven’s number once again. You chewed at your finger, nervously awaiting the reach his voicemail yet again, but after a few rings, you were greeted with a shaky ‘Hello’.

“Steven!” You exclaimed, your heart beating in your chest. “Donna just told me what happened- Are you- Are you ok? I mean… You didn’t really trash the toilets right?” You nervously laughed, only to be met with silence. “Where are you?” You asked, turning on your heel as Donna was approaching.

“Oi! Where are you going?” She called after you. “You start in 5!” You ignored her as you found yourself quickly rushing out of the museum as Steven reluctantly told you his address. You didn’t even bother with a bus as you hailed a taxi, knowing it would get to Steven quicker.

After an anxious ride, you finally arrived at Steven’s building. You buzzed his flat number a few times, before the door clicked open, allowing you inside. You took the lift up to his floor, finding yourself subconsciously running to his door, banging on it. After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a dazed looking Steven.

“Are you ok?” You found yourself asking as he seemed unsure on how to answer.

“Ok is a very loose term for what I’m feeling.” He stepped aside, allowing you inside as he closed the door behind you. You eyed him concerned. “It’s… It’s been a weird couple of days.” He told you as he walked past you, finding himself pacing.

“Why? What’s happened?” You furrowed your brows. “Minus the toilet destruction.” You added in a lighter tone, finding your nerves bubbling up. Steven stared at you for a second, before he took a breath, trying to compose himself.

“I think… I think I’m having some sort of mental break or- or something- I-“ He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. “It’s easier if I just- Just show you.” He walked towards a nearby table as your eyes followed him, seeing a duffel bag on one of the chairs as he grabbed it, putting it up onto the table. “I-I found this. In a storage locker. A storage locker apparently I own, except I don’t- It’s- I don’t even know.” He rung his hands together anxiously as you slowly approached the table.

Steven. Don’t let her open the bag.

Your hand found the zip of the bag, as you slowly opened it, as Steven anxiously watching, his gaze fluttering over to the mirror on the wall behind you every now and again.

Steven-

As you opened the bag, you were greeted with multiple items, what appeared to be maps, money in different currencies and… a passport. Sat on top of it all.

Don’t let her open that passport- Steven-

You grabbed the passport, glancing at Steven as he fought the urge to swipe it out of your hand. He watched intensely as you opened it, finally peering down as you took in the information.

You felt your heart stop.

“Marc Spector…” You breathed out, furrowing your brows. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, as you turned it round so Steven saw the open page. “What is this? Is this some kind of joke?” You asked, feeling your eyes beginning to grow glassy.

“N-no!” Steven shook his head. “I’m as lost as you are. I don’t know who this Marc guy is- Or why I have all this stuff.” He told you, taking a slight step towards you, feeling hurt when you stepped back.

“Are you fucking with me?” Your hand slowly dropped to your side, as you gave him such a broken expression. One of hurt and distrust. He found himself looking at you in utter confusion.

“I promise, I swear to you-“ He placed a hand on his chest. “I’m 100% serious.” He insisted as you felt your knees grow weak. You placed the passport back down in the bag, pulling out a chair as you sat down, letting your face fall into your hands. “(Y/N)?” Steven called quietly. “Say something.” He nervously licked his lips, taking a hesitant step closer to you. “Please.”

You felt your heart ache at his small plea, removing your face from your hands as you looked up at him.

It had to be a coincidence right? This had to be separate from the Marc Spector you knew… right?

“I don’t know what to say.” You breathed out. “I mean, I believe you.” You finally said as he felt himself let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. “B-but, I think- Maybe you need to speak to someone, Steven.” You said softly. “Maybe they can help figure this out with you.” He slowly nodded, looking down at his feet. “You’re my friend.” You told him. “And I’m here to help you too, ok?”

However, you didn’t get a response. You frowned, watching as Steven seemed to go rigid, the veins in his neck seemingly popping out as you quickly stood, worried he was having some kind of seizure, especially as you watched his eyes roll back.

“Steven!” You called to him, placing your hands either side of him, gripping his arms as you feared he would fall backwards. However, after what could’ve only been a few seconds, his eyes returned back to normal as he gaze found your own. “Steven- What- What happened? Are you ok?” You asked breathlessly, scanning his face for any sign of injury. However, it caused you to take notice of his features…

His brows sat lower on his face, as his eyes were almost smaller, more relaxed, as the corners of his mouth appeared to be turned downwards. He was staring at you silently, with an emotion in his eyes you couldn’t quite read.

“Do you want me to call someone?” You asked gently. “I can call a doctor or-or-“ But he finally spoke.

“No.”

American? An American accent?

“It’s ok.” He reassured you, his voice low and rougher in sound. You let go of his arms, finding yourself taking a small step back. “You weren’t meant to see that.” He said lowly, turning away to walk towards one of the chairs, as he gripped it, looking down at the bag. “Neither was he.” He sighed, letting his head hang slightly. “I’ve tried so hard to keep this away from him.” He shook his head. “I had it under control.”

“Had what under control?” You asked curiously, a hint of worry in your voice. “Steven, you’re worrying me.”

“I’m not Steven.” He finally looked back up you, as you furrowed your brows, a small unsure smile forming on your lips, it disappeared as quickly as it had formed. You searched his eyes for anything, as you felt a familiar feeling in your chest…

“Marc?” You asked, voice shaky as he clenched his jaw, reluctantly nodding. “As in… My Marc?” You breathed out, taking a step towards him. He stood up straight, lips in a tight line as he nodded once more. You let out a slight gasp, overcome with emotion.

Your best friend. The boy who left you, all those years ago… Was standing right in front of you…

“Marc…” You found yourself rushing towards him without thinking. “Oh my god.” You gasped out, instantly engulfing him into a hug as he fell into it, gripping you as tightly as you did him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Marc mumbled into your hair as you gripped the back of his jacket.

“I thought something had happened- I thought maybe you had- Or- Or-“ You shook your head as you finally pulled away, getting a look at him. You pushed down the urge the whack him on the chest as punishment for the years of worry he caused you, knowing it wasn’t appropriate considering his circumstance. “I hate you so much, you asshole.” You laughed, wiping the tears you hadn’t realised had dampened your cheeks. He couldn’t help but give you a small smile at your words.

“Still the same then.” He said lightly, as you fought to roll your eyes.

You found yourself sat at the table, tea in hand as you sat opposite him. You felt an air of tension as you didn’t know where to even begin. You could sense he felt the same.

“So… London, huh?” You chose to start. “Of all the damn places in the world…” You shook your head. “I left to escape my past and here you are.” You joked as he raised a brow.

“How are you?” He asked, leaning forward, letting his arms rest on the table surface.

“Oh, you know…” You shrugged, taking a sip of your tea to calm your nerves. “The usual. Uneventful life full of work.” You gave him a small smile. “What about you? I mean… W-what happened? After you left…” He sighed, pursing his lips.

“It’s a long story…” One he didn’t want you to know. “I-er stayed in America for a few years, did odd jobs. Then ended up moving to London… And um, that’s when Steven…” He cleared his throat. “Steven kinda took over from there.” You nodded slowly.

“How long has Steven been around?” You asked softly, fiddling with your cup.

“Long time.” He told you. “But er- It got worse after-“ He paused, unsure if he himself could finish his sentence. “After my mom died.” You pulled your gaze back to him as you looked at him in surprise, but also sympathy.

“I-“ You tried, mouth hung agape. “I’m sorry.” You told him quietly as he sniffed.

“It was years ago now.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

You couldn’t say you weren’t a little glad she was out of his life. Albeit the extreme version of being out of someone’s life. You knew how much pain his mother had caused him… And there lied the ethical question of whether your bit of relief for the man was morally right in feeling. You both sat in silence for a few moments.

“So Steven… Knows nothing about you?” You asked. “He has no knowledge of your existence?” Marc shook his head.

“And it was supposed to stay that way. But things got complicated.” He explained briefly. “Our lives are beginning to overlap and I don’t know what to do.” He admitted as you hesitantly reached out, letting your hand sit on top his own, giving him a sense of comfort. “I missed you, y’know.” He said quietly, his eyes softening.

“Funny way of showing it Spector.” You teasingly accused. “You couldn’t have just sent a text or an email or something?” You paused. “Even a fax for fucks sake-“ You both laughed a little. “I missed you too.” You told him softly, your eyes a little sad. He slowly turned his hand round, allowing his fingers to wrap around your own as you felt your heart skip a beat.

You couldn’t lie. You had been in love with Marc as a teen. And that was probably also why it took so long for you to forget about him, and even then you couldn’t do it. Looking at him now, feeling his touch… Brought it all back.

You took a breath, as you couldn’t help but wear a genuine smile as you looked at him.

“What a small world.”

And that’s how you ended up in Egypt with Marc and Steven. Oh and Marc’s ex wife, Layla. Yeah… A little awkward, but Layla was lovely enough. You could see why Marc had married her. Eventually, the tension between you all had eased, especially after Layla confronted you.

“You love him don’t you?”

You froze, forcing a nervous laugh from your throat as you looked at her like she had just told you she’d murdered your pet.

“What?” You shook your head. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You looked down at your hands, before finding your eyes drifting over to Steven who was currently fronting.

“It’s ok you know… if you do.” She said softly, giving you a small smile. “I haven’t seen Marc in years. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts…” She admitted as you felt a pang of empathy for the woman. “But I know it’s over. And I’m ok with that.”

“Is it that obvious?” You settled on, turning back to face her as she raised her brows at you.

“Sweetie, you look like a love sick puppy.” She told you as you groaned in embarrassment as she chuckled at your reaction. “And- I see the way he looks at you.” She gave you a small smile. “And don’t get me started on the way Steven looks at you-“ You felt your cheeks grow warm at her words.

You had to admit, the way you and Steven interacted was vastly different to how you and Marc did. Marc always had some sort of wall up, as if he didn’t want to allow himself to show any sign of vulnerability. Whereas Steven… He had no control over showing his emotions.

Steven, listen to me- Let me do this.

“What? No!” Steven almost scoffed, staring at Marc in a mirror that hung in one of the camps tents. “We had a deal. You’re meant to disappear.”

I wish I could Steven, but it doesn’t work like that.

“Isn’t that convenient?” Steven mumbled as he began picking up any supplies he thought they could use.

So what? That’s it, you’re gonna go saunter off with my ex wife and (Y/N), and what? Steal my life?

“I’m not stealing your life, Marc.” Steven argued. “This is my life. You’re just in the background, like an annoying fly buzzing in my ear.”

You can’t do this on your own!

“I’m not on my own!” He sighed, stuffing some water bottles into his bag. “I’ve got Layla and (Y/N).”

Oh I get it, suddenly you’re Mr Steal your girl are you?

Steven scowled at his reflection.

No, no, go on Steven, go live your happily ever after-

“Just cause you didn’t have the guts-“

I swear, if you lay one finger on her-

“To admit that you do have human emotions and-“

Steven, I will throw us off a cliff- I swear to god!

“But tell you what, if I ever need a recipe for a protein shake, I’ll be sure to let you know!”

Steven!

You all stood at the cave opening, all suited and booted ready to head down into the darkness. Layla insisted on going down first, and you allowed her, knowing she was the only one out of the three of you who knew what she was doing. You took a deep breath, as you turned to Steven.

“It’s not that high right?” You asked nervously, peering back down at the hole before you. Steven peered over the edge, looking down also as you looked over at him beside you.

“Na… It’s- It’s not that high.” He tried to reassure you, but his voice gave his own nerves away as you raised a brow at him. “Ok, maybe it’s a little high.” He finally admitted as you laughed lightly.

“I can always count on you for honesty at least.” You joked as he gave you a lop sided smile.

“And honesty…” He suddenly noticed how close you both were to each other as he found himself glancing down at your lips. “Honestly is a… big thing for you, yeah?” You hid your smile at his mistake as you felt your own cheeks grow warm at your closeness.

“Honestly honesty is.” You teased as he found himself slowly leaning in, however, before you could react he was speaking again.

“Marc likes you.” He breathed out, furrowing his brows to see your reaction.

“What?” You whispered, feeling your heart beat quicken.

“He just doesn’t have the balls to admit it.” He said quietly as you bit your lips, gazing up at him.

“And… And you?” You asked, searching his eyes for any sign of confirmation, but what you didn’t expect was Steven placing his hands on your shoulders gently, as he clumsily placed his lips on your own. You scrunched your eyes, feeling unsure about the interaction at first… He smelt like Marc, he looked like Marc, but… This was Steven. And you’d be lying if you didn’t have feelings for him also. I mean, he was apart of Marc. Just as you were allowing yourself to focus on the kiss, Steven pulled away, letting his forehead rest against your own.

“Well…” You cleared your throat. “I guess that answers my question…” He smiled slightly at your words as you finally pulled yourself out of his grip, turning as you felt your cheeks burn. Somehow it had taken away all your nerves about going down into the cave as you began to enter, scaling down into the darkness, leaving Steven stood dazed and giddy from his actions.

When you were out of sight, Steven felt a wave of anger flow through him as he found his arm raising, a fist colliding with his chin as he groaned in pain.

“Shit.”

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JANUARY 1st 2021 - Tropicana Field

Airielle was in hell. There was quite literally no other way to put it. Kayla had gone home before the special taping of Talking Smack and guess who had to fill in for her. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was sitting across from her, glaring while she tried to ask him questions. 

“Be professional” She heard Heyman whisper. She didn’t know if he was talking to her or Josh but she nodded anyway. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her notes before looking back at Josh who was still glaring at her. 

“Okay um- so Jey. My first question is, Everytime Roman Reigns has successfully defended his universal title it’s because you interfered - you’ve gotten involved.”  Jey and Heyman shared a look of amusement. “So Roman’s tenure as Universal Champion, do you think the credit belongs to Roman Reigns or does the credit belong to you?”  

“You know what. It’s a real simple question for me to answer. - ” Jey started still glaring but more so in character now and not glaring at Airielle because he was pissed of with her. 

“Hold on, I-In all candor and I’m just a co-host here.” Heyman cut Jey off and Airielle sucked her teeth quietly and rolled her eyes. 

“Mr. Heyman -” 

“Now I do not serve as special counsel to Mr. Uso.” He cut her off. “I serve as counsel to Mr Uso’s cousin Roman Reigns. However, I have been associated and friends with Mr Uso’s entire family since I was fifteen years old.”  Airielle huffed and started at Heyman with a stoic expression.  She cut her eyes over at Josh who wasn’t glaring anymore but now he was just staring. She took in a deep breath before turning her attention back to Heyman. 

“I’ve known his family longer than he’s known his family. “ 

“Facts” Jey cut in with a smirk and Airielle rolled her eyes again. Heyman then turned to Jey

“If I were you I would invoke my fifth amendment right against self incrimination” Airielle groaned and palmed her forehead.  And that’s how the rest of the interview went, Airielle asked Jey questions only for them to be answered by Paul in a condensing way. Every single question. Towards the end of the interview Airielle was kind of getting mad for real just by the way this man kept glaring and rolling his eyes at her. 

Airielle let out a sigh of relief once the show was over. She smiled and thanked Heyman before jumping up from the table and making a beeline towards the empty women’s locker room to wait for her uber. 

As soon as she stood from the table Josh was hot on her heels. She had tried to shut the door in his face but he easily pushed it open. 

“Can we not do whatever this is tonight?” She huffed and motioned between the two of them. “I’m tired and I have a plane to catch.”  Josh crossed his arms over his chest and bit the inside of his lip as he stared at her. She narrowed her eyes at him once he started laughing at her. “What the hell is so funny?” 

“Man, you!” He exclaimed. “You keep pushing me away and I don’t understand why.” 

“I'm not pushing-” 

“You are,”  He cut her off. “You pushed me away when you realized you was feeling me and now you pushing me away cause I mentioned that my kids want to meet you.” He sighed and walked closer to her. “How we supposed to build up to a relationship if you keep running away?” Airielle stared at him with wide eyes. Her mouth kept opening and closing but nothing was coming out. 

She knew why she was running away from Josh; she just couldn’t tell him why. Just thinking about Christopher made her want to throw up. When she didn’t say  anything, he sighed and backed away from her. 

“You gotta grow up and get your shit together Airielle. You can’t keep living in the past.” He shook his head at her before turning and walking out of the locker room. 

JANUARY 2ND 2021 - Pensacola FL

Airielle & Yasmine’s Apartment

Yasmine’s left eye twitched as she looked at Airielle. “I’ve been telling you for the past 2 years that you gon wind up missing out on a good ass man  because you can’t seem to let go of the past and now look. I was right.” Airielle rolled her eyes. 

“This is not an ‘i told you so’ moment Yas.” Airielle huffed as she sunk lower into the couch. 

“No, this is an ‘i told you so moment’ because you fucked up. Did you know this man was learning Haitian Creole so he could communicate with granmè?”  No she did not know that. “Yeah, Jon caught him using duolingo to learn creole. to communicate. with our grandmother. For you.” 

Airielle huffed again and crossed her arms. “So what am I supposed to do now?” 

“Girl,” Yasmine huffed and reached over to doink her cousin on her forehead. “Use your big brain.” When Airielle just stared over at her, Yas rolled her eyes. “Go apologize to him.” Yas stood up and grabbed Airi’s hands, pulling her up too and pushing her towards the door. “Go tell him why you keep ghosting him and then let him know whether or not you want to continue to build a relationship with him. You can’t keep stringing him along.” 

Sighing, Airielle nodded her head and slipped her feet into her shoes and grabbed her car keys, before leaving the apartment. 

Airielle wiped her sweaty hands on her legging before ringing the doorbell at Jon and Trinity’s house. She had gone over what she wanted to say to Josh five times before actually getting the courage to get out of her car and knock on the door. 

“Airielle?” Trinity actually looked surprised to see her there. “Wassup?” 

Airielle gave her a nervous smile. “Is Josh here? I just wanted to talk to him.” Airielle bit her lip and shuffled from foot to foot as she waited for Trinity’s response. Now, Trinity being the good sister-in-law that she is was not going to let Airielle in. Not after she done ghosted Josh two times. 

But, the fact that Airielle had driven all the way over there to speak to him instead of just texting or calling Josh kind of warmed her heart. 

“He’s not here. But he should be back soon, you wanna come in?” Airielle gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded before following Trinity into the house and shutting the door behind her.

Josh scoffed as he pulled into the driveway and seen Airielle’s Jeep parked on the street in front of the house. 

“Um, whose car is that?” Jon asked, limping towards it, to peep into the windows. 

“It’s Rih’s.” Josh responded back, grabbing the groceries out of the trunk. “Aye man, yo knee is fucked up, not your arms, come get some of these bags.” Jon flipped him off before limping back over and grabbing one back causing Josh to glare at him. 

“She looks like the type to drive a Jeep.” Josh stopped walking and stared at his twin brother. 

“What the hell does that even mean?” 

“Shit, I don’t know. I was just tryna make conversation.” Josh sucked in a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “What you think she here for?” Josh shrugged. He hoped she was there to apologize for ghosting his ass, but he wasn’t holding his breath. If he was being honest, she  probably wasn’t even there for him, she probably came over to hang out with Trinity. 

Airielle felt her heart rate kick into overdrive when she heard the front door open. She smiled at Jon when he limped into the room and plopped down on the couch next to Trinity and across from her. 

She stood up when Josh entered the living room. “Hey.” She whispered and gave him a small wave. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when he gave her a head nod in response.

“Can we talk?” She asked and rolled her eyes when nodded his head over to the kitchen and turned to walk away without saying a word. Once his back was turned she stuck her tongue out at him causing Jon to snicker at her. 

When she walked into the kitchen he was already sitting at the table, so she walked over and sat in the chair across from him. “Whatchu’ wanna talk to me about?” He asked, staring at her with a stoic expression. 

“I wanted to apologize,” She said, staring right back at him. “For ghosting you once you brought up your kids.” She tried to reach across the table to grab his hand but he moved them and placed them on his lap. 

“You knew I had kids.” He stated and she nodded. “So what was the problem? Everything was fine until I said my kids wanted to meet you.” 

“Your kids are not the problem. I promise.” He narrowed his eyes at her. 

“So what’s the pro-” 

“I’m scared of going to that next step with you.” She cut him off.  “The last relationship I was in started off just like this. I didn’t want to date him. I wanted to focus on graduating and starting my career but after getting to know him I gave in.” She sighed and looked down at her hands.  “In the beginning Chris was so nice and sweet. He would bring me flowers every time he saw me, he would run across campus after his class was over just so he could be waiting outside of my lecture for me.” She stopped talking and took a deep breath, trying her hardest not to cry. “Just like how you would bring me flowers and how you would wait outside of the meeting rooms for me at the arena.”

He opened his mouth to say something to her but quickly shut it and let her continue. 

“He met my family and I met his and I even met his two-year-old son.” She dared to look up at him and saw that he was now staring at her intently, she cleared her throat and looked back down at her hands, wringing them together. “After he asked me to be his girlfriend everything changed, it was like his niceness was a ruse. He led me into this ​​false sense of security. I believed everything he ever told me about taking care of me and being just about me. One day he just snapped, going out with friends was a problem, going to a study group that had boys was a problem. I guess he felt like he needed to prove that he was the alpha male and he put his hands on me.” She took a deep breath and shrugged. 

“You already know about the last time cause Josiah told you but, the first time he put his hands on me,it didn’t feel real. Just thinking about it now it’s like damn what did I do that made him that damn mad at me.” The tears she was trying to hold back fell as she remembered what her life was like a couple of years ago. Josh sighed and stood up from his chair and crouched down beside her, grabbing her hands. 

“Airielle, look at me.” When she didn’t he gently grabbed her chin and made her look at him, with his other hand he wiped away her tears. “You know I ain’t like that. You know that whatever we got goin on ain’t nothing like what you had with him.” 

“All my brain knows is that this situation seems familiar and I need to get out of it.”

“So, is that what you want to do Rih? You wanna just go back to being friends?” When she shook her head he sighed. “So whatchu wanna do Airielle?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered, looking into his eyes. “I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be with you but I also don’t want to keep putting you through this. Everytime something serious comes up I run and that’s something I can’t help.” 

Josh sighed and stood up, pulling Airielle to her feet as well. He pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in a tight hug. “I wanna be witchu too. But I need you to understand that I'm not him.” He pulled away from the hug just enough so they could look each other in the eye. “And stop running from me man, I’m tryna love on you and shit.”  He smiled at her once she laughed. 

“Ok, nomore running. I promise.” She stood on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips, letting out an unexpected moan when he grabbed the back of her head, deepening the kiss. 

“And I promise imma treat you right.” He whispered once they broke the kiss, his forehead resting on hers. “I got you, Aight?” He asked and she nodded before placing another kiss on his lips.

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When they break up with you - Ateez reaction (Angst)

Summary | No summary is needed…

Genre | Angst

Warnings | just a lot of sadness and tears.

Pairing | reader x members

WC | 4.4K

Note | Requested by @littleunicornia

Note | I also wrote something different than just break-ups, some with a closed ending, some with an open ending, some about taking a break, and some even when the boys are not at fault or breaking up with you for their own health. I tried to mix it up a little. I hope this is what you wanted.

Note | This is pure fiction, some of the reactions are written when the boys are at fault, some the other way around. I don’t know them personally (I wish) but I wanted to create some situations that happen in real life, mostly out of my personal life. (except for the public relationships and the careers).

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Original request | Hello pretty girl can you do an ateez reaction when they break up with you? In any situation, I just want to know how you think they would handle this situation, thanks so much

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Hongjoong knew that after the fight you had two days ago, it wouldn’t be the same. You both came home late from work, both exhausted and just a tiny little thing became a huge fight. A fight that shouldn’t have happened, but it did and Hongjoong took his time to think it all over.

Hongjoong puts down his pen as he hears the door open, seeing you walking in makes his heart pound like on the first date. As if it is the first time seeing you. “Hey”, he whispers nervously playing with the rings on his fingers. You whisper a hey back before making yourself comfortable on the chair next to him. “You wanted to talk?”. The tone in your voice is ice cold, more than you wanted it to be, but you know why you’re here and what will happen.

“Yeah, listen…about two days ago. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. We both had a hectic day, and it won’t be the last one. We could have handled the situation better by talking. It got me thinking and….”.

“You want to break up with me”.

Hongjoong lifts his head up, staring into your eyes looking for any sign of discomfort or sadness. But there wasn’t any. He nods, his head feels heavy by doing so and he bites his lip before he continues.

“It’s not that I don’t love you anymore, it’s just that our careers are getting in the way of our relationship”, he mumbles, waiting for your response.

“We both knew that when we started dating Hongjoong, it’s not something new. Why now all of the sudden? Is it something I did?”. You watch him slump down in his chair, barely holding it together.

“No, it’s just…you deserve better. Someone with a career that is less demanding”. You chuckle at his reason for breaking up, not believing any of it to be sincere. But his eyes tell you the truth, they are filled with sadness, regret, and pain. “Well, if that is what you want, I better get my stuff out of the dorm”.

You get up from the chair, leaving the red-haired man you love behind. As soon as your closed the door, tears start streaming down Hongjoong’s face. He loves you, he really does. But he also knows that his career is getting in the way of loving you the way you should be loved. He knows that there is a man out there, capable of treating you better than he did. It’s for the best, right?.

Seonghwa opens the door of your apartment with a heavy heart, his feet are ready to walk into your apartment, but his body stays behind in the hallway. After a few seconds of hesitation, he walks into your apartment, closing the door before taking his shoes off. You are on the couch, scrolling through Instagram when he walks in. You don’t react, you just keep scrolling. Seonghwa sits down next to you on the couch, his eyes on you as you lazily check the apps on your phone.

“Y/N, we need to talk”. Seonghwa lets his hands fall in his lap, silently wishing this was all just a dream.

“I know that I’ve been the biggest asshole on this planet, I know that I should have done things differently, but I also know I can’t fool myself anymore”. Seonghwa watches you get up from your position, crossing your legs on the sofa and putting your phone on the table.

“Fool yourself? You’ve been distancing yourself from me for weeks? Do you even know how much it hurts me to see that the man I love just ignores me?”. Seonghwa nods, he knows he has been an asshole, but he has his explanation for it, and in his eyes, it’s the right one.

“I know and I’m sorry for that, but let me explain please”. A nod is all he gets from you, and that is enough.

“I love you, I really do. But the last couple of months I noticed some change in the way I feel, I tried to ignore it but it got stronger and stronger. That is maybe why I distanced myself from you, to protect you but also to protect myself. I’m not putting the blame on you because it is all on me. I know that. And I hurt you in the most horrific way possible. But like I said-”. He takes a deep breath. “I can’t fool myself any longer”.

You slowly nod, processing every word he said, and honestly, deep down you knew this was coming. But you didn’t want to believe it was true. “So, what are you saying? Don’t you love me anymore?”, you ask with a trembling voice, tears threatening to fall down on your leggings.

“I love you Y/N, I do. But to be honest, not as a boyfriend. I see you as my little sister more than my girlfriend. I know it is a lame excuse and I can understand if you don’t want anything to do with me, or that you hate me. I deserve that”.

“Can you please leave?”, is all you ask, not even looking at him while the tears start streaming down your face. Seonghwa gets up from the couch, hesitant to leave you alone but he listens to your wish as he grabs his stuff, puts on his shoes, and leaves you behind. As he watches himself in the mirror of the elevator, he feels relieved on one side, but very angry on the other. Did he make the right decision?. Did he just egoistically choose himself over you?. He knows he has a lot of thinking to do, maybe even more than before he left you and your broken heart.

Yunho listens to you rambling about the day you had at your work, from your crazy colleagues to the crazy things your boss asked you to do. All the time you are talking, he has his eyes focused on you. He tries to smile a few times when you start laughing, but it’s getting harder to do.

“What’s wrong?”, you ask immediately when you notice his eyes are avoiding yours. He just shakes his head, stands up, and grabs your hand. “Come one, let’s go for a walk”.

You are not sure what’s causing his mood to swing like this, but you also know Yunho will never lie to you so you hope that he will tell you exactly what’s going on in the next few minutes. As you both walk through the park, the grip on his hands gets tighter and you notice his body tense up.

“Alright, hold up. What’s going on with you?”. You stop him from walking by pulling him back, making sure he faces you as you talk to him. “Come one babe, tell me”. It doesn’t take much for Yunho to finally break down.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t…”. Yunho tries to hold in his tears as you prepare yourself for what is coming. “I-”. You place your hand on his face, staring into his eyes as you speak the following words.

“I understand Yunho, your career is booming, you travel all around the world doing what you love the most and if I get between that, I understand that you are confused. I understand that this is difficult but I also know you are the best that ever happened to me”.

“I don’t want to lose you”, he whispers as you stand closer to him, fighting the tears yourself, not because of a forthcoming breakup, but because you don’t want him to be in any pain.

“You won’t babe. I will always be there, as a friend, as your girlfriend, or as just a crazy woman who talks about food all day. I completely understand. Of course, it hurts me-”. You take a deep breath as you hold his hand. “But your happiness is also important to me”.

“Why are you so amazing and perfect?”, he sniffs and you wipe the tears away.

“I’m not, never will be. No one is perfect but I guess I know the perfect solution for our problem”. Yunho sobs but the tears have stopped streaming down his face. “What is it?”.

“We take a break, focus on ourselves for a few weeks or months, and when the time is ready, we come back to each other. Because deep down in my heart, but also in yours, we both know that we can make this work, but maybe not at this time”.

Yunho nods, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around his torso, he wraps his arms around your hips as you both enjoy the last hug for a couple of weeks.

Yeosang clenches his jaw as he stands two meters away from you, his hands on his hips as he listens to you rambling and fussing.

“Why don’t you understand that I can’t have my phone 24/7 on me all the time?”, he interrupts you and you scoff as his voice echoes through the dorm. “I told you this at the beginning of our relationship, when I’m on stage, recording a video or program, or even at practice, I can’t always pick up”.

“No, but you can at least react to a message when you have a break”. Your voice is harsh, Yeosang never heard it before and is not sure what it means. He tries to stay calm but the longer this argument continues, the harder it gets.

“I do all the time, but you expect me to reply in a second if I’m on my phone, you are not the only one that I’m in contact with Y/N”.

“So you have someone else?”, your voice gets louder and louder, so loud that Wooyoung and Mingi peek around the corner of their doors to see what is going on.

’‘What? No, now you are being ridiculous. I don’t have anyone else besides you Y/N. Why would I?“. The subject changed really fast, and Yeosang wonders if that was the case all along. He sighs as he watches Wooyoung and Mingi roll their eyes, hoping you didn’t see it, but you did.

’'Seriously, rolling your eyes at me?”, you point at the two young men in the corner, who hastily run back into their rooms.

“Y/N, stop yelling please, it doesn’t solve the problem. I want to talk things out with you but if you keep yelling at me, I can’t”. He watches you pace around in a circle in the living room, too worked up to even listen to what he is saying. Maybe you are jealous, maybe you are mad at him for nothing but all you feel right now are your emotions getting the best of you.

“Listen, I love you. I really do, but if you keep doing this, if you keep insisting that I’m cheating on you and don’t lie it is not the first time, then I don’t know what to do anymore. I have feelings too Y/N, you’re not the only one that is hurting”. His phone starts ringing, he grabs it out of his pocket and notices that it is his manager.

“Who’s that?”, you immediately ask, walking over to him to check the screen but he picks up before you can even read the name. You watch him smile and chuckle a little when the person on the other side, what you assume, makes a joke about something. After a few seconds, he puts his phone back in his pocket. “Are you really that suspicious?”, he asks, standing right in front of you.

“Who was that?”.

“Work related”.

“I don’t believe you”.

“Fine, there is the door, please grab your stuff because trust is something you really need to figure out”. Yeosang doesn’t wait for your answer and walks toward Wooyoung’s room.

“Please be gone in 5 minutes”.

San turns on the lights of the practice room, throwing his bag somewhere on the ground as he checks his phone for messages. It’s all fine and fun until he gets to a message about himself and his relationship with you. He reads the message multiple times, over and over until the words are processed in his brain. It’s not the first time that this happened.

“Girlfriend of Ateez’s San spotted with another young man at a restaurant in Gangnam”.

He sighs as he dials your number, hoping the two of you could talk in private. But you don’t answer. San quickly types a message, asking if you can come to visit him and he doesn’t wait for an answer as he starts stretching.

It’s been a half-hour and San still didn’t receive any response from you. He hears the door open, and he puts his phone away as he watches you enter the room. “Hey, I read your message and I came as soon as I could”, your voice is laced with worry, worried that something might be wrong.

“Thanks, can we talk?”, San doesn’t waste any second and immediately cuts to the point. You nod, not familiar with the behavior of your boyfriend.

You both sit down on the floor, against the mirror with your legs crossed. “What is it?”, you ask, eyeing him up and down as he grabs his phone out of his pocket. He finds the tweet and hands you the phone.

“How many of these will I get? How many times will I get worried tweets or messages from fans, asking if I’m alright?”.

You check the tweet, you click on the photo and your mind goes back to that night. You were out with an old friend from university, who was visiting Seoul for a month.

“None, this is a friend of mine. Nothing more”.

San sighs, not knowing what to do in this situation and he grabs his phone out of your hands. “Listen Y/N, this is not the first time, and every time I’m worried that this might blow up if it didn’t already. We both know that after we announced our relationship, we should be careful with what we do and say”.

“So you are saying I can’t see other people like friends?”.

’'Friends, you are walking arm in arm with him? There is a lot of pressure on our relationship, we both know that. And I love you, a lot but I can’t handle all these kinds of rumors. I never thought that it would be like this’’.

“It’s your own fault San, you wanted to go public”. San lifts his head up, unsure why you are blaming him for everything when you were the one that wanted to show the world you were dating him.

“Let’s not forget that you wanted to show everyone that you are dating an idol, not me. I went with it because I love you, but apparently, I’m too naive-”. He takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t but I was happier when we didn’t go public. Maybe it is a stupid reason to do this but I guess I want a break, just to figure everything out. Because all those tweets and messages about you hanging around other guys while you don’t even respond to my calls or messages, it hurts”.

“I don’t do breaks”, you stand up and grab your bag. San stands up from the ground, his head low and his hands in his pockets.

“Then I will decide for myself, and I hope you will find someone that can work with all the pressure of being out in the public”.

Your relationship with Mingi was all you could ever ask for. Mingi is a loving, kind, respectful, and very caring guy, always listening to you and he put you above him and everyone else. It was all perfect, but lately, you both feel drained and tired like there is no energy left to put into this relationship. But neither of you dared to start a conversation about it, nor end it.

Mingi struggles to find the perfect way of talking to you about his feelings, little did he know he wasn’t the only one.

Yeosang says bye as he leaves the dorm leaving you and Mingi alone in the living room, both of you watching a movie but neither of you paying any attention to it. Mingi changes his focus from the screen to you, his heart is racing and his brain is coming up with millions of conversation starters but nothing comes out of his mouth. But much to his surprise, he does say something.

“I love you Y/N”, he whispers and he notices your body tense as if he finally started the conversation you’ve been dreading to have for days maybe weeks.

“I love you too Mingi”.

“Is this it? I mean, we both love each other but we also know that a relationship doesn’t work”. You turn around, facing him as you grab his warm hands.

“I guess, I mean people love each other without being in a relationship. We tried Mingi, but I guess we are better of as friends. I don’t want to ruin what we have, I don’t want to lose you at all”.

Mingi nods, a small smile grows on his lips as he feels relief wash over his body. He didn’t want a messy breakup, he didn’t want you to hate each other or despise each other.

“Y/N, you don’t know how grateful I am for having you in my life. As a friend, girlfriend, or just a female version of Wooyoung. Thank you for that and I will be the best friend you had in years, I promise you that”.

You chuckle, he is right about the Wooyoung part, but the way he talked about being your best friend, makes your heart swell. You squeeze his hands, letting him know you are not going anywhere.

“I love you Mingi, don’t forget that. I will always be there for you”. You say as you watch Hongjoong walk in with San and Yunho following with bags of food.

“Alright not so lovebirds, who wants chicken?”.

Mingi hurries off the couch into the kitchen and you can’t help but smile at him, even when a relationship didn’t work, a friendship did and you are grateful for that.

Wooyoung turns around in his chair with his headphones on, his fingers still lingering above his keyboards as he watches you on his bed, reading the book you’ve been rambling about for over months. He bought you a copy once it was available in stores and he still smiles at the memory of you hugging him for at least five minutes.

But things change. Like they do. You visit him whenever he is at the dorm, even when he arrives late at night you still come over to make sure he gets some rest. You always stay awake until he sleeps, noticing the bags under your eyes once you send him a photo. He loves you for it, but he doesn’t deserve it. The feeling of him not being able to be the best boyfriend to you runs through his mind for several days. He loves you, that is a fact. But he also wants the best for you, and that isn’t being in a relationship with someone who is running on four hours of sleep or has to cancel a date because of sudden meetings or studio recordings.

“Why the hell are you staring at me?”, you giggle as you caught him in the act, he shrugs his shoulders and puts his headphone on the desk. He walks towards the bed and sits down next to you. He grabs the book out of your hands and places it on top of his nightstand.

“Can we talk?”, he asks softly, as if he is afraid to ask you this question but you nod, making yourself comfortable on the bed. He looks down at his feet and you grab his hand to comfort him.

“What is wrong?”.

“Do you love me?”, he asks suddenly and it surprises you he even thought about asking this. “Yes of course I do silly”.

“Do you mind that I’m always busy, away or late at home? I mean you are always there when I arrive home, you never complain about anything”.

You sit up, facing him as he is seated against the backboard of his bed. You notice the worry in his eyes and you can’t help but wonder why he started this conversation in the first place.

“No I don’t, otherwise, I wouldn’t do it, baby. What are you aiming for with this? Why are you asking me all this?”.

“I know you don’t mind, but I do. I feel burdened and guilty that you always wait for me and think of me while I give you nothing or less than what you deserve”. You feel a tightness in your chest and you have a feeling about where this conversation is going.

“You think that I deserve better so you try to put the blame all on yourself? Are you crazy? I do this because I love you, Woo, I don’t feel any regret doing it all for you”.

Wooyoung sighs, tears welling up in his eyes and he sniffs before saying the words you never hoped to hear in his presence.

“I think we need to break up. You deserve so much better than me, someone who is always there for you, not canceling dates or being on the other side of the world”. Tears stream down your face once he finishes his sentence, not knowing what to say you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck, placing your head on his shoulder as you whisper in his ear.

“If this is what you think, then you are so wrong. I love you no matter what and I do this out on my own, but if you need some time to think about us, please do but don’t make any hasty decisions. I will be leaving now, let me know when you have a definite answer because I believe you are insecure about me leaving you while there isn’t any way I’m leaving you for all of this”.

Wooyoung watches you leave his room, leaving the book you read behind. He picks it up from the bedside table and sobs while reading the title.

“Never lose the love you love”.

Jongho puts his bag down in the hallway, dreading walking any further, knowing what he needs to do after a talk with the company. He knows he can date, but he also knows that is far the busy to even keep up with any of that. The company talked him through it and he made the decision as he stepped into your apartment. It is better for the both of you, he knows that, but the question is, do you?.

“Hey babe, what do you want to eat tonight?”, you ask as you watch him walk towards you, a worried but sad look on his makes you instantly worry too.

“Can we talk? I need to talk to you about something”. You reply with a yeah sure and you both sit down at the kitchen table, him on the other side and he keeps his hands on his lap while normally he immediately grabs your hands over the table.

“What do you want to talk about?”, you lean your head on your hand while your elbow rests on the table, your eyes trying to find him but he keeps avoiding eye contact.

“I just had a conversation at the company about us, with the managers and staff”.

That one sentence makes your heart feel heavy and your breathing gets heavier, your body already registering what is going to happen while your mind is still fighting the reality of this situation.

“Don’t tell me…”. He just nods, finally looking at you, tears are formed in his eyes, one of them streaming down his face to his chin. “Why? Why Jongho? Did I do something wrong? Is it because of my job?”.

“No, nothing of that. It’s just that-”. He pauses, leaning forward putting his arms on the table, still fidgeting with the ring on his finger but he made some progress by getting closer to you.

“It’s about my career. I’m too busy now, I don’t have time to be with you, not the way I want it to be. I want to see you every day, I want to spend time with you every day and I know I chose this the moment I started dating you but I never thought it would be this difficult or heavy for me”.

You let it all sink in, the words, the message itself, and the hidden message behind the lines he just said. You know where this is going, you were hoping this day would never come but it did.

“I love you Y/N, I really do but it is the best for us both. Because I can’t give you what you want, I can’t spend as much time as I want with you and you also know that I��ve been lagging in communication lately, not responding or not seeing you for a few days even. We both knew what we were dealing with and I guess I thought it would be okay and all. I know I’m hurting you with this, but I will never stop loving you. Never. And maybe one day, we will find our way back to each other”.

Tears stream down your face as you nod, you know why he is doing this and it is not because he doesn’t love you anymore, that is comfort in some way but still. It hurts.

“I know, I love you too. Just promise me one thing?”.

Jongho gets up from the chair, ready to leave you alone for God knows how long. He nods as he grabs his bag and put on his shoes.

“Take care of yourself, please. You are the best thing that ever happened to me”.

“I will Y/N as long as you promise to do the same”.

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[sylvies-kablooie]

I woke up this morning, got on this site, and what do I see? Baby’s first anon hate post (me, I’m baby) regarding Sylkie and how I compared it to Miles and Gwen’s relationship. True, they didn’t kiss in the movies (yet, juries still out there) but I can’t help it! Different timelines? Check! One’s a female alternate Spider-Man called Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider? Check! It’s a Sylkie dynamic! Is there something I’m missing? How is it that Spiderverse explains the Multiverse so well in both movies for the fans to easily understand “oh, there both Spider-Men but they’re so different at the same time!” In comparison to Sylvie “it’s messed up how she got into a relationship with Loki since they’re basically the same person!” What?! Marvel fandom please explain the rules here as to what’s going on! C’mon Marvelites, even Trekkies understand how it works and for that I thank them! I don’t know anymore, I’m trying to understand but it’s hard when one person calls me dumb for sticking up with Sylkie shippers in regards to how the multiverse works. However, there is one thing that brings us peace in this fandom: M-5, Brad Wolf, and Miss Minutes slander.

Ooof, I'm sorry to hear this :( There are lots of things I really like about Tumblr, and the idea of having an ask box is super cool, but I feel too often it gets utilized for Negative Purposes TM. I have to say though after being on Loki Twitter in 2021, nothing people can say will surprise me. That was the worst fandom experience of my life and honestly why I put off making any other sort of fan related account until a few weeks ago when I made this.

I have been very liberal with the block button on here. It's honestly a life saver. Every Thursday evening after the new episode airs I will look through the Loki tag, see the worst takes known to mankind, and block people like I'm playing Whack A Mole. I hope the experience hasn't put you off from wanting to have fun online, because there really are so many awesome people on here.

Personally I am a deeply busy individual and don't know how people make time to track down accounts they disagree with and submit mean posts. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty years from now, no one is going to say "damn, I wish I spent more time arguing with strangers online".

#juni rambles #do you remember when people wanted the s1 kiss to be TWed #or that time kids were threatening the writers #hey. hey. what was that about. #let's all take a deep breath #juni answers

[voulezloux]

annual writing self-evaluation

thank you lou @nouies for the tag! having to do self reflection is hard yall

also i wrote this on a google doc so ignore the fact everything is properly capitalized

1. List of works published this year:

One chance (kiss him you fool)

Nights like these

Your right now, your forever, your last call, your whatever

Defying stars

Always had that heart of mine

Part time soulmates (full time problem)

It’s the summer of our love

If it feels like love (then it must be love)

Make my wish come true

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Defying stars! I’ve always wanted to write a marching band au and i finally got to do it. I’m also proud of part time soulmates (full time problem) because it was so much fun to write

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I am not very happy with how one chance (kiss him you fool) turned out. I had so many idea for it and none of them came to fruition. I wish i spent more time working on it and i wish i could describe things better than i can

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From part time soulmates (full time problem)

Harry nods, continuing his tirade on a table. “Why don’t you want to bond?”

Louis freezes mid throw. “What?”

“You said you didn’t want to bond when we first found out. What makes you not want to bond?” 

Louis throws the plate on the ground. “That’s a bit personal, innit?” He laughs. “My mum.”

The air is filled with a sad smell, obviously coming from Louis. Harry resists the urge to wrap his arm around the omega, to comfort him. His stomach is turning in a bad way, and he wants to take back the question. 

Before he can, Louis continues, “My mum was bonded three times, twice it failed. Watching her go through the pain of breaking a bond was awful, and I had to protect my siblings from seeing the worst of it. I always…” He sighs. “I always thought I’d be an alpha so I could control when I would get bonded. But then I presented as an omega and I, I don’t know. I guess everything changed and I didn’t want to go through the pain an omega would have to go through if a bond was broken.”

Harry is left speechless, and it’s harder now to not want to console the omega. “Louis…”

“No, don’t do that,” Louis points the plate in his hand he was going to throw at Harry. “You’re not about to feel bad for the poor omega who has trauma. You’re going to smash this plate and you’re going to be mad.”

I always love strong, independent omega louis and this is by far one of my favorite examples of this

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I always love when people respond to my author’s notes at the end. Idk it makes me feel like people actually care about what i’m writing and i’m not just screaming into the void. I have a lot of issues with feeling like my works are liked and/or loved and that people care about what i’m writing, so when people read and respond to my author’s notes, it makes me feel seen.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Whenever i get close to a deadline, i start panicking even if i have the fic most of the way finished. So, deadlines man.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I wrote two rare pairs this year and one of them included ryan ross! Writing ryan was a challenge since i’ve not written anything that wasn’t larry or phan in years, and i’m very happy with how that fic turned out.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I have no idea. Someone tell me how i grew as a writer bc i’m los

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

Hopefully more fics that are of my own will (meaning non fic fest fics, all but one of my fics this year was a fic fest fic, and the one that wasn’t from a fest was an exchange). I have ideas that have been put on the back burner due to fic fests.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

All of my friends, but especially rei (they don’t use tumblr anymore). I met rei during phandom big bang one year (they were my beta) and, even though they are into kpop and i’m into 1d, rei always listens to my coked up ideas for fics i wanna write and even the fics i read. Love you bro (even though you won’t see this) (jk i'll show this to them)

Bonus mentions for fandom friends are lou (@nouies) and andi (@tommokat). Lou because she is a wonderful person and always gasses me up when needed and andi because she lets me bounce ideas off of her and helps me with my fics.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Yes! Defying stars i stole a lot of things from that fic from my real life in high school. Biggest example from that fic is the marching band show from my freshman year, which was also called starcrossed!

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Do not get discouraged if a fic you are excited about doesn’t perform well with readers. Fic in it of itself is self indulgent and as long as you like it, it’s worth writing. If people also enjoy it, then it’s a bonus.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’m writing in my first ever 1d big bang! I don’t want to give out too many details (it involves a non conventional character and i’m deathly terrified of backlash) but it’s a labor of love. I’ve been wanting to write this kind of fic for a long time and i’m glad i have an opportunity to write it.

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read!

@tommokat @larryatendoftheday and @alwaysxlarrie

*All answers should be about works published in 2023

#o posts #my fic #thank u lou for the tag! #self reflection is hard but i enjoyed it

[filesbeorganized]

Alyssum

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Author’s Note - Start: This fic falls under the series My Garden of Love, which is part of the submission for Celebrrration in Tumblr. The accompanying song for this fic collection is “Flowers” by Hadestown.

Celebrrration Day 2 Prompt: Be Nice To Ram

Warnings/Tags: Celebrrration submission, developing relationship, flower language, canon typical violence, can be read as stand alone but you might be a little confused if you don’t read the previous instalment, songfic, please don’t take the mental health related suggestion without any double checking since I just do light research for it, TW night terror

Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komuram Bheem

___

Dreams are sweet until they're not.

Men are kind until they aren't.

Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart.

___

They reached the encampment. Cheers broke out around them as both Bheem’s people and Ram’s Babai fussed over him and Bheem. Ram’s Babai looks at Bheem with a new level of respect, and Bheem’s people congratulate him for his victory in saving Ram.

Then they turned to congratulate Ram as well, telling him how courageous he was for enduring years of hard work for a bigger cause like that. Even the man that Ram recognize as the person he tortured for information all those months ago is politely ignoring Ram rather than ruining the moment. Ram tried to convey how sorry he was on eye contact alone, which failed immediately when the man looked away, clearly avoiding Ram’s gaze. Well, in terms of holding hostility under control, he’s definitely far better than the little girl that stands next to him. That girl is staring dagger at Ram.

Ram’s Babai shares a relieved look with him. The fight had yet to end, but at least they had not failed to fulfil his father’s last wish.

Then he meets Seetha’s gaze.

The air seemed to hang for a moment. They stared at each other, confused on what to do now that they’re reunited.

Seetha moved first. She smiled brightly before taking his hand and pressed it against her cheek.

The crowd’s noises died down and Ram is painfully aware of the fact that they’re definitely staring. He held his breath and waited until Seetha put some distance between them again.

“Welcome home,” she said.

Ram’s not sure what to say, and he did not have to either. Seetha already moved on to face Bheem, quick to thank him, except Bheem stopped her. They exchanged a knowing glance. And Ram did not know what to say.

Welcome home, Seetha had said. After all these years, Ram did not know how he felt about her anymore. But that word. Home. After all, Seetha and his Babai are all he has left as family in this world. And as much as that confuses him, seeing Seetha does feel like he’s coming home.

She’s all that’s familiar and safe in this world. She’s the warmth that he cannot provide, nor accept from his Babai, lest the both of them break down at the reminder that the only reason they persist and insist they keep living is for the sole reason of keeping their promise to Ram’s father.

By the time Seetha turns back to him, Ram is yet to collect his thoughts. She extends a hand towards him and he takes it unconsciously. Bheem stands there and stares for a second.

Ram can’t interpret the lost gaze in his eyes.

Bheem turns back and approaches Jenny instead. She welcomed him with open arms. She gives her love so unflinchingly that it makes Ram feel like he just swallowed a very large rock. He feels sorry for himself, but even that is unexplainable.

Seetha tugged at his hand and that snapped Ram back to reality. He forces a smile at her. It did not fool her at all, her gaze became more and more questioning. But she pushes no further, because it has become clear that she is much better at reading situations than Ram.

She herded their group into the encampment and the whole time Bheem did not look at him. It only hurts a little. At least that’s what Ram told himself.

___

They part ways the next morning. At dawn Ram meets Bheem, already in deep conversation with Ram’s Babai.

When they saw him approaching they let him join. Ram’s Babai explains that Bheem needs to get the little girl, Malli, back to his mother immediately. Bheem also had spares his time earlier that morning to arrange all the firearms. He took only a little part of it, intending to use it to keep his village safe, but the rest is packed in the truck and ready to be transported to Ram’s village.

While the rest of Bheem’s group is packing their things and closing their encampment, Bheem says his farewell to Ram’s Babai and Seetha. They both give him good wishes and bid him a safe trip.

When it’s Ram’s turn to say his goodbye, they stared at each other a beat too long. Ram knows this needs to be quick, so they both can go on their way. But he greedily hoards all the seconds he can get. The thought of not seeing Bheem for many times to come hits just a little harder now that the moment has arrived.

At the end Bheem just pats him on his side. They nod at each other wordlessly and walk away in the opposite direction.

Ram is mostly sure that he’s wearing the same lost expression Bheem had worn the day before.

___

After that Ram’s life mostly falls into schedule. He trains his village to use the firearm. Then he trained the best of them to become the raiding team, preparing them to ambush British’s firearm warehouses for a continuous supply of assault weapons. And when there’s nothing left to do and no one left to train, Ram keeps training himself.

It’s because there’s one thing that just does not want to go away in favour of his fixed schedule. Nightmares.

Like tonight. He had dreamt of the empty eyes of his mother after the monsters had shot her down. Then the dream backpedals, he saw his mother shouts in anguish as she saw Ram’s brother get shot. That in itself is horrifying enough, but then she snaps her neck at Ram. Her gaze drills into his very soul.

You would serve that little girl’s head on a platter for the British government? Her voice echoes unnaturally, sending shivers down Ram’s spine.

She points a finger at Ram, as if accusing him. She continues, Even though you know how much misery I’m in after losing my child in front of my eyes?

She crumbled forward as if she’s made of sand. Blood pools down her sides and her eyes go back to empty. Only her finger is still curling at Ram. Your fault, an echo said.

The word echoed over and over as if ricocheting in his skull. It builds up as it mixes with the sound of screams he heard throughout the years.

His mother’s figure had crumbled into dunes of sand. The wind carried it away, only to uncover what lies beneath. A mask laid on the ground. It’s Bheem’s face, his eyes an empty socket of darkness, his mouth eternally open.

I can’t bear seeing you like this, the mask said.

Ram jolted awake.

He was alone in his hut. He’s shivering despite the warm night. From the wetness of his cheek he deduces that he had been crying in his sleep.

This. This is what has been bothering him for weeks. Every so often he’ll have nightmares that awake him far before he’s supposed to rise. Then he’ll be in an awful mood for the rest of the day, because for some reason he just can’t go back to sleep.

Usually he’ll just lie back, staring at the ceiling until sunlight crept inside his hut. But tonight, after the worst dream of all, he does not want to be in that dark room, all alone.

He walks outside, unsure where to head but walking forward nevertheless. He approached the kitchen instead. Still half in a haze, he almost expects that Bheem will be there, since Bheem had used his kitchen so often back in Delhi.

But of course Bheem’s not here. The kitchen’s only lit by the fireplace blazing away. Ram stood in front of the flame, willing it to warm him. It did not do much since he already knew that he’s not shivering from the cold. For a moment he just stood there, eyeing the flame’s dances until his eyes hurt from the brightness.

“Ram?”.

He jumps in surprise.

He turns around and his gaze meets Seetha’s. She carries a basket full of ingredients. She must have noticed how his eyes are bloodshot and teary, or how his hand won’t stop trembling, because then she points at the low table near them and commands, “Sit there.”

Then she works away in the kitchen. Ram’s following her movements, since there’s not much to do anyway. A boiling pot of tea and a few freshly made batches of bread later, she sat in front of him with the food and drink. Another pot of boiling stew is bubbling atop the fire, sending a delicious smell to the air. Seetha fetch a bowl of that stew too. Then she sat in front of him.

“Eat,” she said, pushing the plates and cup closer to him.

Since he’s not sure what else to do, he did just that.

After he finishes up, Seetha gets up. She has taken the dirty dishes away and cleaned them up. She came back with two cups of water.

By then Ram’s breath had already become steady. He’s no longer shivering, and he did not feel as if he could throw up at any given moment.

Seetha drew a deep breath and asked, “Are you alright?”.

Ram nodded quickly, because what else is he supposed to do? He’s the mighty Ram that’s supposed to lead all these people. So how could he not be alright?

But Seetha just sighed and asked one more time, “Are you alright, Ram? At least be honest to me.”

She said it with such compassion in her voice that Ram’s breath trembled for a moment. He could feel his dam of emotions crack. So this time he shakes his head.

“What happened?” Seetha queried. She lets Ram take as long as he needs to muster the words.

Finally Ram answered, “Nightmares.” He exhales a ragged breath.

Seetha smiles sympathetically.

“Are you tired?” Seetha said. Her hand had come closer to his, she brushed his hand over and over absentmindedly.

Ram shakes his head again, “Not really, no.”

“Not physically, Ram,” she sighs, “What I mean is, aren’t you tired of always working on this cause? Never stopping even once to take care of yourself? Not having one second just for you to breathe?”.

Ram’s eyes became large and his words came harsher than intended, mostly from defensive instinct, “No! What are you saying? I’m dedicating my life for this cause, just like my father did before. I don’t regret any second of it!”.

Seetha did not look unfazed. She exhales and continues instead, “Dedicating your life for a cause should not make you abandon yourself. You still have the right to take care of yourself. It is not a crime. It does not make you less dedicated to the missions.”

He’s taken aback. He’s not sure what to do or say to this answer. He thinks he’s not sure of a lot of things. But this one is somehow harder to understand, to accept.

“Just,” Seetha began again, “Try to have some time to yourself. Have something to do outside the mission preparations. Anything. Any small thing in any small time that you set aside just for you. You can’t keep pressuring yourself and not expect yourself to get tired. You’re still human, Ram.”

He drew his hands to his face as he felt tears forming and rolling down his cheeks again. His breath is hiccuped and he’s fighting to not straight up wail. He hears movement beside him and when he looks again, Seetha is beside him. She opened her arms and said, “We appreciate your hard work for this cause, Ram. But you’re allowed to receive and have nice things. Like, time for yourself. Or this hug.”

Ram snorted a wet laugh at that but he nodded and moved forward. Seetha wrapped her arms around him. The hug is lacking something, but it does not make it less comforting. They stayed in that hug for some time before he untangled himself away.

“What am I supposed to do, though?” he asked Seetha, who is currently propping her hand on top of the table, her head resting against her hand.

“I have not thought of anything besides this cause for years. I don’t know what I enjoy. I don’t know what to dedicate my time to beside for…this.” he let his hands flail around their surroundings.

Seetha hums, “Perhaps what you need is a new hobby. Something to take off your mind from the mission every once in a while.”

They sat around in silence for a second before Seetha stood up and walked toward the back of the kitchen. When she emerged back she’s holding a piece of folded cloth. She put it on the table in front of Ram.

“These are flower seeds,” she said, “It should grow into white alyssum. They’re easy to take care of. Won’t take much of your time or attention. But just enough for you to take a break every so often.”

Ram unfolds the cloth and observes the light brown granules on the cloth.

He looked up at Seetha, a smile blooming on his face.

“Thank you,” he said.

She smiles, “Above all, you’re my friend. And I take care of my friends. Never forget that”.

And with that she sends him on his way.

He’s halfway through the door when he halts and turns back.

“Uhh, how do I plant this again?”.

Seetha snorts and yells, “Just dig some shallow pits in the dirt, sprinkle the seeds inside. Don’t cover them! They need direct sunlight. Water often. They’ll grow in no time.”

And with that he walks out of the kitchen. At least this time he’s a little bit more sure of where to go and what to do.

___

Ram has been exchanging letters with Bheem.

In the latest one that arrived, Bheem had invited both him and Seetha to visit. He wants to see if Ram’s presence as the legend will motivate his team of army to train even harder. He also misses Seetha and et cetera, et cetera.

Ram can’t care more about the real reason for this visit invitation or whatever. He’s just happy he’ll get to see Bheem. He misses him dearly and he’s quite excited to see the place where Bheem had grown up in.

He arranged for the trip immediately. Babai will be overseeing the training in his village while he is gone. Seetha had also appointed her assistant as current head healer while she’s away.

That morning as he went to pack his last luggage, he walked past his little garden beside his hut.  

A festive group of white petals have bloomed. The soft light of the morning gives the flowers a soft yellowish hue. Ram thought of that moment in the forest. The smushed hyacinth, and how Bheem had brought home some of the plant with him.

Ram kneels down and digs out some of the flowers. He followed Bheem’s technique in the wood, wrapping the plants inside a cloth with the soil included. He stares at this prized possession as warmth surges inside him.

___

He meets up with Bheem at the clearing near the forest leading up to Bheem’s village. Bheem exchanges greetings with Seetha. Jenny, the girl Bheem favoured, was there too. As she greets Seetha, Bheem turns to Ram.

They did that again. The lost staring that does not seem that it could ever end. At last Ram digs into his luggage and pulls out the cloth filled with soils.

“It’s for you,” Ram held out the flowers to Bheem.

Bheem raises an eyebrow, but then he smiles, “Thank you. I’ll give it a space in the garden.”

Ram hums in contentment, “Sorry it’s a little smushed.”  

“I’m sure I can nurse it back to health,” Bheem touches the petals of the plant. “No plant shall fall apart as long as I’m around”.

Ram smiled a little brighter at that remark.

He would have continued the staring again, but this time Bheem moved first and held him in an embrace. His move is still somewhat awkward, but he did not hesitate to swallow Ram in the hug.

“I missed you,” Bheem exhales.

Ram nodded, still wrapped in Bheem’s arms, “Me too.”

This must have been what was missing in Seetha’s hug back then. Because here, enveloped inside Bheem’s embrace, Ram could not be more at peace.

___

Author’s Note - End: White Alyssum symbolises “worth beyond beauty” and “sweetness of soul”. The word is derived from "lyssa" meaning madness. The reason is because it was believed to calm people's madness a.k.a. It was used to treat rabies.

Tagging the mods @stanleykubricks and @fangirlshrewt97 and the blog @celebrrration in case my Tumblr went nuts again.

Credit to @dumdaradumdaradum for giving me lots of fun facts throughout the making of this series.

#celebRRRation22 #celebrrration2022entry #My Garden of Love #RRR fanfic #RRR #flower language

[vintagepresley]

Hi! This is a random, but I’ve noticed that the Elvis fandom here has slowed down a little or some people have left. Even some Elvis fanfics don’t get a lot of attention anymore (reblogs, likes, comments, etc). I was curious how do you deal with that as a writer? Does it bother you or make you feel insecure in a way about your work?

You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want! I was just curious. I love your writing btw!

Hello bestie! This is a very interesting question, lol. Um…. Okay, I was thinking of how to answer this. So, I’ll start off by saying, thank you for loving my writing. I appreciate it! I have notice it has kinda slowed but I’m happy there’s still a lot of us here!

Um, so personally stuff like people reblogging/commenting on my work doesn’t really bother me. I think the only reason why it doesn’t is because I’m no writer. My work is mediocre at best, lmfao. I also only started writing fanfics back in October, maybe? Because of my two Elvis best friends on IG because I was the only one with a tumblr account and we were writing our own fics. Hell, I didn’t even tag my fics at first lol. So, I kinda still write like they’re the only people I’m writing for, y’know?

I’ve gained a nice following of people who love my work and I am so appreciative of that. But I also don’t expect anyone nor will I make anyone reblog or comment. As long as you like the post.. I know that you probably read it or will read it, lol. Honestly, as long as my little following of people read it, that’s what matters to me!

This isn’t me saying that people who do expect that is a bad thing. It’s not at all!! Especially because there are so many amazing writers WAAAAY better than me and those who aspire to be writers as a career. They totally deserve for people to reblog, like, and comment on their posts.

The only reason why I don’t really care as much is because I write mediocre shit man. This is just fun for me because I have so many feelings for Elvis this is the only way for me to let it out other than the letters I write for him.

But yeah, that’s just my take and my personal opinion. But either way people should show their support for their fanfic writers even if it’s just liking post! ☺️

Thanks for the question!

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

And I’m not even an Elite girly or whatever. Everyone knows I’m Team Best Friends. And I was a HUGE Punk fan from back in the day.

And I'm gonna rant a little. Or a lot. But I'm gonna put it under a cut because I know many won't care and I don't expect them to. I'm not even going to tag it. I just wanna use this like I used to use tumblr back in the beginning times - like a journal to vomit words all over.

Look, I’m just some bitch who has a lot of experience with people of all personalities. I’m almost 38 years old, have been working legit tax-paying jobs since the age of 14, 85% of which have been positions where I deal directly with the public. I think it’s not hyperbole to say that in 24 years I have learned how to spot a fucking asshole from 15 miles away, both with customers and coworkers. It makes the job so much worse.

Especially when one of the employees is that guy who wants everyone to think he’s the hardest dude around so badly but then fails to realize that nobody gives a shit. It’s a stunted 16 year old mindset coming from a 40-something year old man. And it’s not like this whole situation was an anomaly. He has a clear history of this kinda shit. He’s gonna do something shitty again, it’s just a matter of time.

And yet, here he is. Why? Because he can draw? Okay. Yeah, sure he will sell merch and tickets or whatever. But is that worth it if it results in a big chunk of your employees being unhappy? Will it be worth it when the people who have been there from the jump - the ones who carried the shit through the pandemic, the ones who went along with shit fucking booking - don’t renew their contracts? Will it be worth it when the toxic situation drives away the FANS who have been there from the jump?

I've been a wrestling fan for nearly 30 goddamn years, I am well aware there has always been real beefs and shit between people. That shit was just never as transparent as it is now. Social media, the fact that kayfabe doesn't really exist anymore (which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I digress) leads to this kinda shit.

Like. I just wanna watch fucking wrestling.

I wanna be taken out of the reality of everyday life. I wanna make silly jokes about gear or promos or dumb storylines. I don't want to have to sit and watch and wonder if every single line in a promo is a subtle jab at someone else, if someone is 'shootin' on someone else, oh no! who's gonna be mad, what will the dirt sheets say?

All of the attention is taken away from the performances and the talent busting their ass, literally breaking their bodies for fans. It's fucking selfish.

I just wanna watch wrestling.

#personal opinion #ranting