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javarium · 5 months

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written in fine print | r. sukuna

moving to japan to get a breath of fresh air was supposed to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. it still may be, but now you’ve got a problem and you don’t know what to do about it. the problem? ryomen sukuna, one of the wealthiest men on the planet, being… enamored with you. you’ve come fairly far with him as “friends” while keeping him at bay, but after you both spend christmas together, you know that things have changed. and come the first day of the new year comes a surprise that forces you to face your bottled-up truth.

[ Ryomen Sukuna Masterlist ] | part three

w — slowburn, age gap, modern au, older man/younger woman, fluff, mild? angst, this time we get reader’s pov bc it’s time ;3, insecure! reader, self-indulgence, A KISS (but just one for now sorry y’all), reader and sukuna lay their feelings on the table (I’m sorry I couldn’t help but finally get to this part), sukuna gets kinda prose-y lmao, slightly unsatisfied with this fic but I hope y’all enjoy anyway, sprinkle of bittersweet at the end

God, have mercy upon my soul.

The dozens of text messages from your cousin have you sitting on the edge of your bed in absolute disbelief. You haven’t even had any coffee yet, or any sort of something in your stomach. It’s sheer willpower keeping you from throwing up the stomach acid in your belly.

But you do need something. You make your way into the kitchen and nab the biscuits you made yesterday from the bag they were in. You shouldn’t, but you eat all four of them anyway. Then you drink something.

You were wondering why everything was going too good, why life had been so… easy as of late. Now you understood why. It was the calm before the storm. It was the universe allowing you to have some semblance of peace before it decided to throw you into the pit of mental and emotional turmoil that you’d been so great at avoiding.

Why in the world did the universe decide to put Ryomen Sukuna into your life?

That’s the question you have been asking yourself over and over again ever since you decided to take him up on the offer of a first date six months ago. Even worse, why did you even think it was a remotely good idea to get involved with someone over ten years older than you? Universe aside, you should’ve had the good judgement to keep Sukuna away. Your good intuition was something you’d always prided yourself on, so why did you decide to even let Sukuna keep coming around?

You go back to your room and get the phone, rereading over the messages. One in particular your eyes stay on:

A benefactor has paid for nana’s care and set her up in a really fancy, upscale care and rehabilitation facility here. They came and got her this morning to transfer her. When I asked about it, someone from registration said it was a gift for you. Who the fuck did you meet in Japan? 5:16 am

And you know, deep within your soul and in your gut that Sukuna was behind this. There’s no one you know that has the money to pull off something like taking your grandmother from where she was to a facility where she’s going to get more constant help, cleaned, proper rehabilitation. No one else but him.

The coffee maker suddenly beeps, beginning to brew a fresh pot of coffee. You almost jump out of your skin from it. You wait until it’s done before digging out one of the banana nut muffins Shoko brought over two nights ago to pre-celebrate the new year.

You truly don’t know what to feel. You’re unsure about everything. Coming to Japan to get a breath of fresh air from the strain your old life was supposed to be one of the best choices you’ve ever made. But now, all it’s become is a whirlwind of even more, even deeper emotional confusion.

Meeting Yuuji was great. Meeting his older brother? The entire source of the emotional confusion.

You lean against the counter and gaze outside. The snow has finally ceased and you’re sure dozers are out clearing the roads. You can’t help but fall into your thoughts.

For awhile, you’ve had… feelings. You’re not quite sure what they are, but you know that they revolve around the older, rich man you’ve befriended. You know that whenever he’s around, you feel more… open, lighter even. You know he makes you feel flustered, to which you’ve learned to seal said fluster inside of a bottle and remain indifferent in his presence. Every time he looks at you or speaks to you, it makes you feel… giddy. Happy, dare you say it.

And it’s something you swallow down and hide every time it bubbles to the surface, fearing that it’ll be nothing more than the same story as your mother: a heart broken by the letdown of not ever being enough, not being what the man actually wanted, and not being genuinely cared for.

The mug of coffee in your hands grows hot, almost scalding against the skin of your palms. It brings you out of your own mind, just in time to hear your phone vibrate with more text messages, all still from your cousin.

Because apparently fate dropped a man in your lap that was more than ready to give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted: unconditional love on a gold platter; fate decided that you finally deserve a break from strife and grief, that you deserved to stop eating humble pie, because lord knows you’ve done choked and damn near suffocated on that shit; that you deserved to be cherished and loved and made to be someone’s number one in their life.

You know. You fucking know what Sukuna does to you, how he makes you feel inside. You also know how he wants to treat you and the things he wants to do to you. And perhaps with you, if your gut instinct is right and he wants more than a body to warm his bed.

Who are you kidding? You know you’re right.

But it’s unfortunate for you that all you’ve learned to do is bottle up your feelings and act like they don’t exist. Because you’ve never been loved, not romantically anyway. Especially not like this, from someone like this.

How were you supposed to love? What did it really mean to be in a relationship? You’ve never been in one. Not one that ever really was going to go as far as this. Was what you were feeling all temporary? And if you did get into a relationship, what if he didn’t like you when you got comfortable? What if he didn’t like it when you laughed too hard, or any of the habits you have? What if he was just wanting to play savior and ended up leaving you a few months from now?

You toss your head back and groan. Why? Why was this happening to you?

You opt to spend the day inside, rather than go out like you had planned. You have to text Shoko and Utahime, letting them know that you’re not going to be able to participate in their plans of going out and visiting shrines for the new year. The latter is reasonably mad, but Shoko calms her down in the group chat. Although she does make an innuendo about spending the day with someone else “cozied up in bed” rather than them. You send her a side eye emoji in return on her personal thread.

You change out of your pajamas and into some casual clothes — a dark red long sleeve and some black sweatpants, switching to house socks to regular socks — despite not intending to go out for the day. You do end up on the couch for most of the day, switching your attention from the TV and the messages on your phone more than you care to admit. You hardly eat, and don’t realize it until you can feel your stomach against your spine each time.

All day is basically wasted in front of the television, trapped in your own mind. Trapped in the whirlwind that Sukuna has made of your heart and emotions.

You graze through your entire stock of sweets in less than a day, uncaring if it was unhealthy. Dusk settles on the horizon before you know it and you’re anything but tired. In fact, you’re wide awake.

“What do I do…?” you ask into the open air. You feel stupid doing it, but apparently fate has a response for you.

It’s 9:18 at night when several strong knocks rap at your door.

It’s 9:20 when you decide to finally answer the door.

It’s 9:24 when you realize you’ve got a guest at the front door, the very same man who’s been making you question yourself and your whole life ever since coming to this country.

It’s 9:30 when you question to yourself why you let him in. You didn’t think it through, that much you’re sure of. How could you be when he’s thrown your heart all topsy-turvy and mushed it into goo?

Just looking at him from his back floods your mind and makes your heart race, something you hope you’re able to hide by what you hope is a face of indifference and calmness. You can see the tattoos peek out from his turtleneck, and you have to gulp down your nervousness.

The large mug of fruity tea you’ve poured has now chilled, the ice just barely clinking in the glass. You quickly open the cookie jar on the counter and shove two snickerdoodles in your mouth to stress-eat being prepared for what was coming next.

“I…” you begin, and embarrassingly realize you have to swallow the cookies to talk. “I wasn’t expecting you to… show up.”

Sukuna’s silent for a moment, then replies stoically, “Neither was I.”

You gaze at him longer than you intend to. Your attention is mostly on his tattoos, the little bits that are peeking out from the deep crimson of his form-fitting turtleneck. You watch him readjust the watch on his wrist, partially revealing the tattoo inked onto his wrist. To your surprise, Sukuna actually doesn’t like showing off his tats. He used to in his younger years; he’s still proud of them, but he isn’t as much into flaunting them to the world nowadays.

Sukuna’s deep voice cuts through the air. “Have you… gotten my gift?”

You bite your lower lip. You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yeah… If you mean the one involving my grandmother, then yes.”

“I do apologize if I crossed any lines doing such a thing,” he says. “But I don’t regret it.”

“I can imagine you don’t,” you reply, knowing full-well that him regretting anything was a very rare occurrence. “But… Why? Why would you do that? Go through such trouble to help me… and my family? Just… Why?”

His ginormous frame turns to face you to look into your eyes and answer with nothing short of honesty, “Because I want you to be cared for. I’ve seen happiness in your eyes and I want to keep you happy. I want to be the one making you happy.”

“Buying my love will only get you so far,” you say.

“I know. I want to do more for you. I want… to be more for you. Not just… this. Whatever we have going on,” Sukuna admits casually, crossing his burly arms over his chest. But he doesn’t make eye contact. In fact, he keeps his eyes to the floor, away from your gaze. “I know what I want, although I’m not quite sure how to describe everything I feel… when I’m with you and when I think about you. It’s… I know what it is, I’m pretty sure, but at the same time… I don’t.”

“It’s new for you,” you mumble. Surprisingly, he actually hears you and nods. He doesn’t lie. Not with you.

“I’ve been with many women over the years, all for the same reason. I’ve never felt like falling in love or that it would ever matter. I know lust, I know what comes with that. With you, it’s anything but. At first, yes. But your immediate rejection, you continuing to keep your distance from me and your distaste known made me stop and think.”

You raise your brows. “All it took was a girl with some strong boundaries to make you realize you can’t live off being just horny for then rest of your life?”

Sukuna laughs. He actually laughs. A bright smile crosses his handsome face as his shoulders shake with laughter. He tries to cover it up with a hand, but all it does it muffle it into loud chuckles. It takes a good couple minutes before his chuckles finally fall into a simple smile of amusement. That’s when you admit your own truths. If you were going to be hurt, you might as well get it over with.

“In a way,” Sukuna admits. And then he admits even more, opening his heart and putting it on his sleeve. “You’ve reminded me that there is more to life, that I can be genuinely happy beyond office walls and red light districts. You have made me remember what feeling excited, what being on my toes feels like. You make the air lighter… happier, every time I see you. You… I care for you.”

Sukuna’s last words of admission are watered-down and you both know it. Then again, he says he is new to these kinds of feelings. And at this point, you believe him. You wonder if he knows that you’re just like him — exactly the same: that you’re new to the feelings of love, what it means to be in love. It’s confusing, really. You’re not sure where to begin when it comes to saying the things that Sukuna has seemingly had no problem admitting to you. You can’t just say, “Ditto” and make out with him.

Well, you could, but that’s beside the point.

You swallow the frog in your throat and look at him. He isn’t looking at you but at the ground, almost like he’s unsure of himself.

“You’ve made yourself a cozy place inside me, too,” you speak softly. Your hands don’t leave the mug as you set it on the counter. “We’ve only known each other for barely half a year, you know? You make me wonder if what I’m feeling is love, most of the time. I enjoy you; I enjoy your company. I enjoy the thrill you bring into my life. I… enjoy how weightless you make the world feel. I… I like the thought of being… prioritized. I’m just… confused on whether or not these feelings are rooted in love or something else entirely.”

“And I apologize for making you feel that way,” he replies. “That isn’t my intention.”

You’re quick to your words before he can continue. “Don’t apologize. Please. It’s not your fault. I… I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know what love is or what it’s supposed to feel like. I’ve never been loved, and I’m not quite sure how to reciprocate it. I’m afraid I’ll fuck up. Say the wrong thing, not do something right.”

Sukuna’s brows furrow. “There is no right or wrong way to be in a relationship — just yourself.”

“I’ve heard that, just as much as I’ve heard otherwise.”

Silence fills your apartment. You tap your nails against the glass mug, little tinks! resounding. You can’t look at Sukuna now. Not after just admitting to having never been in a romantic relationship. Now, you must seem more of your age than you ever have in his eyes.

“Any insecurity you have is not invalid. I would never disrespect them,” Sukuna finally says, sheer conviction making you shiver.

The giant man stands to take his place not even a foot from you. Magnetism draws you to his face and you cannot look away. His hand comes up and brushes his large fingers across your cheek.

And like an open book, he reads you from the front cover to the very last word, reading off your exterior cover and the interior pages you’ve hidden away. “You’ve carved yourself from early maturity, into someone that your loved ones have needed you to be. You’ve never been able to truly be yourself, be free. You’ve always had to be the rock that everyone has needed, when no one has been for you. You desire to be loved, but not at the expense of heartbreak nor sacrificing the person you’ve molded yourself into for the people you love. You desire to be free above all else, not wanting to be loved unless there’s someone who can love you and give you your freedom at the same time.”

You gape, eyes almost as wide as saucers with your eyelids lined with burning tears. You dip your head and sniffle.

“I want that. I want that for you. I want to be the one to give that to you,” Sukuna continues. “The time we spent together not even a week ago, I want more of that. I no longer want to live the way I’ve been living. I want to live with you, do those kinds of things with you. That sounds corny as fuck coming from me of all people, but that’s the truth.”

You can’t help but laugh. His tone of exasperation at himself was just too funny not to.

“And what happens when you give me those things? Will you be done with me? Move on to the next person?” you ask. “Once you’ve played the part of the savior, won’t those feelings end?”

“I’ll never be done with you,” he answers instantaneously, like it was nothing short of law. “You’ve captivated me, all of me. I’ve already tried pulling myself away a multitude of times. But then one little word of anything about you and you’re all I think about for the rest of the day.”

You sniffle again and laugh. “Did you practice this? You sound like a poet.”

“I can be one if you’d like.” You giggle at that. It’s silly, but you feel like Sukuna would oblige you if you said yes. “But I mean it, every word.”

You nod and whisper, “I know you do.” Because it’s the truth. He’ll never not mean anything he says. Brutal honesty is apart of Sukuna.

The emptiness of your apartment is deafening, it’s silence almost palpable to the point where you feel like you might being to suffocate. But large, firm hands cup your cheeks and bring oxygen into your lungs again.

His hands are warm, so warm. The feeling of being touched like this, so intimately, makes all the blood flow to your cheeks to the point where you think you’ll overheat.

“May I kiss you?” he asks, tone quiet, voice deep and baritone that makes shivers roll up your spine. “At least once?”

You can’t help but bite into your lower lip. The suffocating feeling has returned, just for a different reason. But your instinct goes first — action taking the initiative over the brain — and you nod once more, mumbling out a small “yes” that you chastise yourself for being so meek.

Sukuna’s free arm wraps around your waist and gently pulls you to your tippy-toes. You’re running on instinct, one hand resting on his chest, the other circling behind his neck, eyelids slowly closing as he dives in for the kiss you’ve allowed. And when his hand cradles the back of your head, his lips meet yours, and you swear to everything from heaven to hell that you’re about to explode and die in this man’s arms.

Everything feels like it’s on fire… until it doesn’t. That fire slowly simmers down to a gentle flame, one that brings a sense of contentment.

Sukuna tilts his head, moving your lips and deepening the kiss. You allow it, and it feels like the kiss has sunk to a new depth of desire. Dare you even think or say it be devotion. His lips are warm and sweet on yours; his kiss isn’t one of urgency, but perhaps the desperation of longing. It’s not slow and controlling, not greedy. Whatever this kiss is and all the emotions contained within, you know it makes you at peace and content.

Everything feels perfect.

You both part for air, lips slow to disconnect. You can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed being so out of breath, but hearing the slight heaviness of breath coming from the large man makes you feel less awkward.

“Thought you said you hadn’t been in a relationship before?”

Your reply is breathless, “Never have.”

“Then you must be a naturally good kisser.”

That makes you laugh. You press your head to his chest and giggle away, to which you hear what you think is a chuckle from his throat.

It’s 11:20 at night by the time you look at the clock again. It’s too late for Sukuna to go home. That’s the excuse you use anyway. He’s seemingly more than happy to use the excuse right along with you to spend a night with you.

Come morning, however, things shift back to the way they were before: confusing and lonely. The couch was just as empty as the apartment. Under you was not Sukuna’s body, but a stack of pillows from your bedroom.

The note on the counter about being called in for an important meeting doesn’t do his absence justice either, instead sending every one of your walls back up, twice as high and just as thick as they were before.

Your phone dings with new messages. Utahime and Shoko, both of which declare they’re coming over to drag your ass out of your apartment to go shopping like you should’ve yesterday.

You text them back, telling them you’ll meet them at the mall, that you’re going to get ready and this time you aren’t going to miss out.

You don’t know what to do or what to think. You don’t know if one night of vulnerability means anything more than just being open with another human being. All you know is that you need a break, from yourself, your confusion, from life, and especially from Sukuna.

You need the clarity of a shopping trip and good friends for company, because your hopes for what’s coming next are getting far too high and you’re beginning to really fall in love with Sukuna Ryomen.

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bon-sides-sw · 1 year

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ModernDinLuke iguess

I just love to draw him in pretty clothes

#dinluke #bons art #luke skywalker #gay luke skywalker #din djarin #star wars #the mandalorian #modern au #au #modern! au #I just love drawing him so pretty and cute

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samoankpoper21 · 9 months

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Observant/Protective Levi

A/N This is a follow up scenario to Levi finding out you're pregnant ^^ also I'm horrible at titles :,) enjoy~!!

The months were zooming by and your belly was swollen beyond recognition. Despite your protests, Levi made it a point to work from home, only opting to go into the office if it was absolutely necessary. He hated leaving you alone, knowing that you're suffering random bouts of pain made him anxious, causing him to think about his mom.

It never failed to amaze you how whenever you would peer over admiring him with his face scrunched up, glasses perched on his nose, keyboard clacking, steaming cup of tea next to him, how one second he was busy, the next second he's beside you retrieving the cup you were trying to reach earlier. All the mundane tasks were suddenly impossible.

Unbeknownst to you, he sat there watching you bend down and pick up the blocks that he told you not to open earlier.

*Moments earlier*

"Tch. Why would you open it now if the baby isn't here yet?"

"Because it's so freakin' cute!" you replied with glee.

"Y/N don't open it and just put it back." you began to mimic him causing his annoyance to rise. "Tch. Fine. Don't say I didn't say so."

"Don't say I didn't say so." you mockingly replied. You could see the vein slowly popping out on his forehead and you stuck your tongue out and began to open the blocks.

*Currently*

You winced, inhaling sharply, Levi gritting his teeth. He understands that you were bound to get sharp pains but it still bothered him. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his laptop. You looked over and said, "Hey good lookin', what's cookin''?" He chuckled, pulling you towards the couch laying you both down. "Levi what about your work?"

"I'm practically done. I'm waiting on them to send their responses."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to fall behind." He glanced down at you and asked, "Do you know who you're talking to? I wait for no one. If anything I'm dealing with a bunch of idiots who apparently don't know how to type fast enough." You laughed and glanced up at him, your hand reaching up to caress his face, Levi kissing your hand gently.

"Ooh," you wince and inhaled sharply.

"What is it?" Levi asked. You looked at him and smiled. To most people, Levi showed no emotion but you could tell he was genuinely concerned. "It's noth-oh! Baby the baby's kicking! He's kicking!" Levi's eyebrow shot up. "Come here. Don't be such a werido. Give me your hand." He cautiously extended his hand and you quickly grabbed it placing his hand on your belly. Levi's eyes rounded and you started to laugh. "He's like a basketball huh?" Levi sat there feeling your baby kick at his hand. You gently said, "He's always active like this whenever he hears your voice or feels you near me. I've wanted you to feel this for the longest but I didn't want to bother you while you were working."

Levi leaned forward causing your foreheads to touch. "I'll always make time for you." He gently said. You closed your eyes and smiled, reveling in the moment. Your son kept kicking and you laughed and said, "You just have to ruin the moment don't you son." Levi leaned down and kissed your stomach causing you to blush. "Hey, it's your dad. You know you're a little shit right?", the kicking intensified causing you to laugh. It tickled so much. Levi peered up at you as you were laughing. He loved seeing and hearing your laugh. "Listen here, once you're out, you're going to pay for causing my wife to be in pain."

"Oh my gawsh Levi!" you playfully slapped his shoulder. "I'm serious," he said. "I'm thinking of making him run laps all day."

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mxlktxa · 11 months

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ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ?

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴡ; ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍ��ᴠɪᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ (ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ 1996), ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ (ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʙʜ) ᴀɴ; ɪᴅʀᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘʟꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴀᴋᴇ *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💮 ✧.*

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

Abby turned to me with a blank face, slowly turning to confusion but with a little smile. I glanced around then back to her, puckering my lips and shrugging. Her chuckle soothed me a bit, knowing she wasn’t going to say or do anything out of pocket. She turned herself away from the dishes, hand in her hip and smirking.

“Yeah… A mini us,” I grinned. Abby pulled me close to her, kissing my forehead and letting her hand search for mine, “Just imagine! Our baby running around, ‘mommy, look at what I found’! Wouldn’t that just be so cute?”

“Of course. It melts my heart just thinking about it,” Abby flicked water from her hands onto my face, going back to do the remaining dishes.

After wiping myself down, I hopped up on the counter to take in her side profile. She was just so beautiful, so gorgeous. I just wished her father came around more often so I could thank him for making her the person she is today. And, of course, how amazing she looked no matter what she did.

“You good?” she asked, glancing at me then back to her dishes. I stayed silent, happily staring at her. She froze in place, now side-eyeing me. I let out a quiet giggle, covering my mouth.

“We should have a baby.”

“I’m not exactly equipped for that, y’know.”

“We can figure something out,” I nodded, “I read somewhere that you could use your bone marrow to turn into sperm.”

“Seriously?”

“Mhm! So you are equipped just not in the way someone would expect,” I gave Abby a smug look, blowing her a kiss and winking, “I want a baby.”

“Then let’s make a baby,” Abby giggled, after I do these dishes.”

I hopped off the counter only to stand behind her and hug her tightly, wishing the dishes would just so themselves so we could just cuddle and have time to ourselves. We could just talk, sit in silence, or be wrapped up in each others arms. Abby and I were just happy to be in each other’s presence even if we were pissed off with each other.

“Do you think I’d be a good mom?” I questioned not even really thinking about it at first.

“Baby, you’re nothing like your mother. I think you’d be the world’s best mom. The whole word would want to be you,” Abby chuckled, turning off the faucet and drying her hands, leaving the dishes to sit in the sink. Abby placed both hands on either side of my face, rubbing her thumbs on my cheek.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, baby. You’re the sweetest and kindess girl I know,” Abby kissed my forehead, hugging me tightly and swaying a bit, “you’d be an amazing mother and wife.”

We giggled at her comment, backing away in sync. Staring at each other, I started picking at my nails, Abby was making me way more nervous than I should be. Her eyes scanned my body language, obvious that I was a little skittish. A smirk grazed her face, now looking me up and down. I held back a giggle, staring directly into her eyes to try and show I wasn't intimidated by her whatsoever.

“What's the matter, Y/N?" her tone came out a little lower than what it already was, she knew that I wasn't simply nervous but a bit lustful as well, "you seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous, baby?"

"Really? You're using a movie reference? On me?" I laughed at her reference, shaking my head and crossing my arms at her, "oh, my god, Abby! No way! There's no way!"

"What?! Was it not good?"

"No, it was but that movie?"

"I think Bound is a good movie! They're literally us, you're Violet and I'm Corky!"

"I disagree, I would be a terrible Violet. But you as Corky? Beautiful."

"Shut up, you're perfect for her," Abby chuckled, bringing me in for a kiss. I rolled my eyes, closing the distance between us, both of our hands snaking around each other and our bodies producing more heat than they already were.

"You were definitely making me nervous," I backed away from her, pulling her towards the staircase with a bright smile, "Corky."

Abby scoffed, letting me lead the way to the bedroom, shaking her head, "I could tell."

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trucbiduleschouettes · 8 months

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Really wanted to draw Nyanda in a modern fit + some makeup

I love her, your honour

[Do not use/repost]

#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #drow #dhampir #druid #Modern! AU #Rinaig #OC: Nyanda #My OC #Truc Draws

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dreamlandcreations · 9 months

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The One That Got Away

modern gangster!Alfie Solomons x undercover cop!Reader

Summary: this prompt in this AU

Warnings: it's Alfie... so language, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (sort of, not yet bc you know, idiots), you are hurt and Alfie is ready to kill anyone who was involved in it 🥰

You silently prayed he would keep his bad habit of working late so you could find him in his office at his first and favourite bar.

Sighing in relief when the back door opened after a few knocks, you barely held yourself up with one hand on the doorframe while your other palm pressed on the wound on your abdomen.

"What the fuck?" the man standing in front of you exclaimed so loudly you winced at the volume.

Before you could answer though, your remaining strength just left you and you ended up collapsing into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his worried expression looking down at you.

Waking up to the doctor on Alfie's payroll stitching you up was not how you imagined your day would go. The gangster held you down as the doctor worked and you weren't spared from the questioning even in the midst of pain.

"What the fuck happened?" was Alfie's first question, not even waiting for an answer before the next followed with a growling tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Who did this to you?"

"Doesn't... matter," you wheezed, fighting to stay conscious.

"Doesn't matter?!" he exclaimed, his grip tightening.

"Not...your problem."

"Well, it is my bloody problem now, isn't it? With you fucking bleeding out on my fucking couch from a fucking bullet wound."

You grit your teeth as you answer. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

He sighs and you could leave it at that but you know the man, if he doesn't get the answers from you, he will look elsewhere and you couldn't let that happen. You couldn't put him at risk.

As the doctor just finished, Alfie let you go, not anticipating that you'd try to stand up.

"I will get out of here and you can forget this ever happened," is all you could say before your knees buckled and you collapsed again.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You wince at the yell as Alfie lifts you up and tells the doctor to get out. You expected him to put you back on the couch but he sits down with you, not letting you out of his arms.

He sighs again, trying to calm down, at least enough to get proper answers out of you. Then he huffs as you refuse to meet his eyes.

"You will tell me who shot you and I will take care of it," he murmurs his demand while pressing his forehead against the side of yours. At that you can't resist anymore, you look up at the man who made you question everything you ever believed in and once again, for the millionth time since you've known him, you are tempted to kiss him and if his flickering gaze is any indication, he might feel the same pull too.

Squirming in his lap results in a sharp stab of pain and you gasp before turning away, hiding your face against his bloodied shirt. He feels your tears but you don't make a sound, not even as he hugs you closer, trying to give you some comfort.

"I didn't want to drag you into this," is an apology and pleading at the same time, with the "he's a cop" as your final warning.

He doesn't care, not anymore. Alfie let you go once, it will not happen again. He will make sure you are safe, whatever it takes.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #modern au #modern!alfie solomons #modern! au #🌎#⚡#🧸#look i've finished something #sort of #I am not sure where I wanted to go with this when I began almost a year ago and I think it shows 🙈#my stuff #my fics

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chaoticcollectivenightmare · 1 year

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Modern! Grishaverse AU Question

#the darkling #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozov #grishaverse #modern! Grishaverse #modern! au #netflix shadow and bone #shadow and bone #general kirigan #alexander kirigan #sascha #shadow and bone s2

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rainontherooftops · 1 year

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Six Wives - Part 1 of ?

Summary: After being honorably discharged, Pero Tovar moved to London where his old friend got him a job as a security guard. His new job? Guarding the ladies of he Muscial “Six”. And one of the Queen Bees on stage might just be what the doctor ordered to get the grumpy ex-military man out of his shell.

Fandom: The Great Wall - Pedro Pascal as PERO TOVAR Genre: Modern! AU, Romance, Colleagues to Friends to Lovers, Drama Pairing: Modern! Pero Tovar x plus size reader Triggers (Chapter): Mentions of War, Gunshotwounds Rating Chapter: All Ages Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER PERO TOVAR or THE RIGHTS TO THE MUSCIAL "SIX". THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION FOR PRIVATE ENTERTAINMENT ONLY.

Song used in this chapter: EX-WIVES - SIX Muscial

Pero did not often thank the gods. In fact, he didn’t really believe in a god – or gods for that matter.

But he was thankful for Will, his old friend, who had gotten him a job after his honorable discharge from the army.

He had no attachments anywhere in the world, so he could have moved anywhere – but London it turned out to be. While he had still been pointing guns at soldiers and innocents alike in the warzones of the world, Will had founded his own security firm and had invited Pero to come work for him.

That was three months ago, four months after a bullet to the gut had ended his career.

London’s West End was like a warzone in a lot of ways. Chaos, loud noises, people all around – and emotions that could boil up at any minute due to the shows that were showing.

People were leaving the theatres crying, laughing, with broken hearts or just starstruck.

No wonder Will thought that guarding the ladies of one of the shows would be a job fit for him.

Today he was just here to watch a rehearsal and get to know the team, get introduced by the director to the rest of the crew. And to get a lay of the land a.k.a. the theatre.

It was still early afternoon when he got off the tube at Leicester Square station. The people of London were buzzing about like busy bees, either going or coming for work, looking for a drink or eager to get home or see a show.

“Stage Door, Stage Door”, Pero mumbled, holding a hand drawn map from Will in his hand, trying to find the right alley to turn into. It took him a while to find the right one until he found the right door; only to find it locked.

Taking a few steps back and looking for a bell or some kind of knocker, he didn’t look where he was going – and promptly had someone knock into his back.

“Eeep!”

He turned around, alarmed, to see that a woman only half his size was sitting on her butt, looking up at him.

She was wearing a pair of black trainers, a green pair of leggings, a hoodie and carried a gym bag and a purse. The screeching-pink headphones she had worn had slipped off one of her ears. She had some healthy meat on her ribs and thankfully didn’t seem to be hurt.

“Sorry”, he grumbled, holding out his hand. “You okay?”

Typical. First day on the job and he had already knocked someone down.

“ ‘m fine…”, the woman said, accepting his hand letting him pull her up. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Late for practice.”

Just then the Stage Door opened and the stage manager, who Pero knew from a video call, peeked his head out.

“Thought I heard a ruckus out here. Mr. Tovar! You’re here!”

Pero only nodded.

“Wife number Five, the others are waiting. Chop chop, off to practice.”

The woman excused herself and ran into the building to join the cast he was soon to guard.

It took about an hour for the Stage Manager to show him around the theatre, show him all the emergency exits, the staff rooms, the workshops and his own room where he would be able to put his gear.

“All that’s left”, said the manager – Gary – as he showed Pero through another door, “is to meet the ladies. They should be up for a break soon.”

They were standing in the lobby of the theatre and Pero could hear music coming from the stage behind the wooden doors to the auditorium.

Gary put a finger to his lips to bid him to be quiet and follow him. As soon as he pushed the doors open, the voices and the booming voices of six women, singing their hearts and lungs out.

Welcome to the show, to the histo-remix Switching up the flow, as we add the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be six wives

Raising up the roof, 'til we hit the ceiling Get ready for the truth that we'll be revealing Everybody knows that we used to be six wives But now we're ex-wives

The music was not to Pero’s liking. Too much… he couldn’t even explain it. Techno-y? Pop-y? But for some reason the lyrics were catching his attention and sticking with him. The harmony and melody of the six women on stage was mesmerizing.

They were dancing and singing in work-out clothes and hand-microphones, going through a dance routine.

Gary stopped walking and started watching.

“Her you already know, I think..:”, he whispered, as the woman who had bumped into him took up the microphone to sing her solo part.

Prick up your ears, I'm the Katherine who lost her head For my promiscuity outside of wed Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons K Howard is here, and the fun's begun

Pero knew that the show was about the six wives of Henry VIII – but not that it would be so flashy, colorful and modern.

He didn’t know what to think. But he had read some of the reviews on the internet to prepare – and apparently SIX was popular.

The song continued and the six ex-wives of Henry told everyone about their lament, while having a blast on stage. Pero was astounded that his heartbeat was adjusting to the beat of the music and the women singing.

Intriguing.

His gaze stuck with the woman he had met at the Stage Door – Wife Number Five – and he wondered where the sheer volume and power of her voice was hiding in her body. She was booming. They all were.

Pero himself didn’t have a single musical bone in his body, but even he could hear that the ladies were extremely talented.

I bet you wanna know how I got this far I said, I bet you wanna know how I got this far

Do you wanna know how we got this far?

Pero realized that – as the lyrics said – the six Queen Bees on stages were now his to protect. And he would do anything in his power to do so.

AN: Welcome to my AU! Pero fic. Sit back and enjoy the show!

#pedro pascal #pero tovar #modern! AU #pedro pascal fanfiction #pero tovar fanfiction #six the musical #pero tovar x reader #plus size reader #modern pero x reader

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bejeweledbaby · 2 years

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eddie on his instagram stories

#modern! au #eddie is obssesed with steve's ass #this is canon :)#steddie #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #ignore my heart i have shaky hands

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potter-solomons · 2 years

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Cause I feel like killing you today...

@darklydeliciousdesires 🔪😈

#tom hardy #facepuller #alfie solomons #modern! au #modern Alfie #alfie #Alfie bear #teddy bear solomons

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solomandr · 1 year

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"Pride & Ghosts & Zombies"

#word of honor #shl #woh #zombie #ghost valley #Modern! au

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thepapillon · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ When Rhaenys died, I felt so bad. It wasn't because she was dead, it was because I'd have you all to myself. I knew how wrong that was. I love you, Aegon. We're gonna get through all this, I promise. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

#charlie hunnam #aegon i targaryen #aegon the conqueror #amber heard #visenya targaryen #house targaryen #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #fire and blood #game of thrones #au #modern! au #my edit #my art

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t0yearnf0r · 2 years

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Jiang Cheng is a smoker and you cannot convince me otherwise

#modern! au #he started smoking in high school #his only act of rebellion #his car defo smells like cigarettes #mxtx #mxtx novel #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #jiang cheng #I love Jiang cheng but he has so many unhealthy coping mechanisms

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samoankpoper21 · 8 months

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Jealous Levi

A/N A courtesy clerk is basically an entry level position in a grocery store. There will be some terminology that may seem confusing but I will try to explain it within the scenario. It will also be going back and forth between yours and his POV^^ Thanks!

Word count: 2280

You were the light to his world. Literally. Your light shone around all those who came into contact with you; you were known as the happy virus. All the associates in the store could be having a shitty day and once they heard your loud booming voice throughout the small room, encompassing it, it almost felt as if there was a sigh of relief; the atmosphere and mood visibly lifting.

*Flashback*

"Hey Levi," the cashier with a buzz cut named Connie approached. "Erwin wants to see you in the office."

"Tsk." He was just about to begin his shift and wanted the last few seconds of peace before dealing with customers. He clocked in, made his way towards the back of the store through the double doors where the produce department was, and gave two short knocks. "Come in." Levi opened the door and Erwin, the annoyingly tall, blonde store manager beamed. "Levi! Just the person I was looking for."

"What do you want?"

"Glad to see that enthusiasm of yours never curbing."

"Just spit it out. I'm already clocked in."

"We have a new hire starting tomorrow."

"That's above my pay rate."

"I need you to train her."

"What's wrong with Hange? Connie? or even Jean?"

"Because Hange is Hange, Connie is a cashier, and Jean works in the produce department."

"What about Eren? He and Mikasa can train her. They're both courtesy clerks anyway." Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and answered with, "Levi, you know how it is with those two: they're a two for one deal. I can't have 3 courtesy clerks off the floor just because one of them is in training. You're the best trainer that I have and I'm not only saying that because you're my best friend I genuinely mean it. All the courtesy clerks that you've trained have become the core reason why this store runs smoothly."

"Armin?"

"You know I have to keep him up in the front as the customer service representative. Come on Levi. Are you done with the theatrics now?"

"Tsk." Levi crossed his arms and sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't think our friendship has any weight on my decision." Erwin raised his arms in the air chuckling. "Alright, alright I won't. Thank you."

"Whatever."

The next day as Levi was restocking the shelves he heard Erwin's booming voice. "Ah! Here he is. Y/N this is your trainer Levi Ackerman. Levi, this Y/N. She will be shadowing you for about 3 weeks and then she should be good to fly solo. Is that reasonable Y/N?"

"Yes! I will try to pick up everything quickly sir! Just think of me as a sponge!" Levi could feel the urge to roll his eyes at your enthusiasm, the hairs on his neck and arms prickling at how optimistic you were. "That's good to hear. I'll leave you two to it." As Erwin was in passing he whispered to him, "Be good to her Levi."

Your POV

You both watched as Erwin walked out of sight. You turned to the short man who was no taller than you and extended your arm. "Hi! I'm Y/N! Nice to meet you!" Levi stared at your hand as if it was a foreign object to him. Just shake my hand you idiot. My arm is getting tired from holding this position. "Sorry I don't shake hands." his raspy, low voice caught you off guard but you quickly rebounded. "Oh ha ha." you awkwardly put your arm back down to your side. "Let's go." he ordered. The day went by in a blur as Levi explained how the store operated, your responsibilities. As a courtesy clerk you were basically serving the customers and cashiers: go backs were the items the customers no longer wanted and the cashiers left in the next check stand for you to put back in their designated area; collecting carts and baskets, performing sweeps every hour, and changing out the trashes. Levi strongly advised that you memorize where most of the items are stocked due to customers constantly asking whether you have x product and if so what aisle it would be in.

Your mom heard your key turn in the lock and peered around the corner from the kitchen. "Hey honey! How was your first day of work?"

"Uhhhh I don't even want to talk about it." Your mom turned the burner low and approached the dining table where you flopped yourself down. "What happened? That rough huh?" You pouted and began to vent to your mom about your day: how the customers showed no mercy when it came to the fact that you were new - they just wanted to know where the damn paprika was and go! "And to top it off I think my trainer doesn't like me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well for starters when I tried to shake his hand he looked at me like i was some cockroach and was like 'I don't shake hands'; and then when I tried to ask him for help he keeps looking annoyed and for some odd reason it made me sad. I don't want to be a burden you know?"

"Honey of course the first day's gonna be rough. Everyone is slowly transitioning into this new phase where they have to deal with this new person yet at the same time maintain the same level that they put in day in and day out. Cut yourself some slack but don't be a punk either. As for this Levi kid just do what you usually do: be yourself. Keep saying hi to him even if it seems like he's annoyed. Eventually he just might say hi back and he's probably going through something that you don't know about."

"Thanks mom. I needed to hear that."

"No problem. Now go wash your ass. I can smell your hard work reeking from here."

The next day you went in determined, not only to memorize as much of the store as you could, but to also try and make a dent in that man of steel. "Hi Levi!" you greeted. "Tch. Grab those go backs."

"Yes sir!" You followed Levi and began to do your job.

By the first month you had already memorized a majority of the store and have built a rapport with the cashiers Connie, Historia, Ymir; the produce department lead Jean who sometimes served as cashier when it got too busy, Marco, and Floch; the meat department consisting of Reiner, Bertholdt, and a quiet blonde who showed no interest through her facial expressions named Annie, and the floral department lead named Sasha. Mikasa and Eren, though kept to themselves, were polite to you as well. Armin, the customer service rep was no exception, his warmth extended and enveloped you since you met him. Forgetting your determination to break through to Levi you hadn't realized that you were slowly melting away his cold exterior. He began to exchange pleasantries and, much like everyone else in the store, found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Levi's POV

He doesn't know when it started but he found himself watching how you weaved in and out the aisles, smiling and leading a customer whenever they were looking for an item, casually talking with the guys as you were doing your sweeps, his gaze lingering longer than usual. He also took notice of how Jean showed particular interest in you: resting his hand on your forearm, leaning down to your level to "get something out of your hair", slinging his arm around your shoulder in the break room, etc. Levi could feel his jaw tightening whenever he saw Jean touch you. He also wanted to be near you and found himself wanting to help you whenever he thought you needed it. "It's alright Levi I got it thank you." you say to him every time.

He was helping a customer load her groceries into her car when he happened to see you switching out the trash. He saw you struggle with one of the trash bins. Your face scrunched up as you hoisted one leg on the bin, both hands struggling to pull the bag out. Before walking towards you he chuckled at your cute expression.

Your POV

Without realization Levi's firm hand encompassed yours and pulled the trash bag out the bin with ease. "Oh Levi," it took a minute for you to recover and process that Levi actually touched you. "It's ok I got it."

"Pft. You were practically struggling with it."

"But it's heavy."

"What's your point?"

"I-"

"Just let me help you Y/N."

With your guys' schedules coordinating it soon became a habit for Levi to walk you to your car. You loved these small instances of peace; within these instances you found out that Levi was an orphan when his mother passed away, that his crazy uncle took him in before losing him to the state where he filed for emancipation at 14, Erwin was one of his closest friends, and that he really, really loves black tea. He too found out small tidbits about you: how you were being raised by a single mother, you have 3 half siblings that are younger than you, how you absolutely adored Sasha, and that you didn't think much whenever Jean or any of the guys "flirted" with you.

Levi's feelings for you were growing and threatening to spill over. Erwin advised him to take his chance and confess because he has a notion that you too reciprocated the feelings. Levi had his mind set to tell you tonight when you both were off, not realizing you too were fighting the same battle. You had also settled on tonight to tell Levi that he was the first and last thing on your mind, that you wanted to know him on a more intimate level, that now he was the reason you loved coming to work. 5PM couldn't come fast enough. As soon as it hit 5PM, Levi rushed to the kiosk, swiped his card, and rushed into the break room expecting you to be at your locker gathering your things. When he didn't see you there he knew that you were making your rounds saying goodbye to everyone.

Your POV

You went to make your rounds of goodbyes looking for your best friend Sasha. She and you were so similar it was uncanny. Connie told you she was in the back making a bouquet for a customer. As you entered the double doors from the produce leading to the back, you felt a hand engulf your wrist. "Jean! What are you doing? Are you ok?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I was just about to head out after saying bye to Sasha. Can you give me like 5 seconds?"

"No, it has to be now."

"Oh um-"

"Y/N I like you."

"Oh I-" before you could answer, you noticed a figure swiftly rush away from the double doors. Levi. "I'm sorry Jean but I like Levi."

You rushed out the door calling out to Levi. Can he not hear me? I'm pretty damn loud. Is he ignoring me?!

Levi's POV

He felt a familiar hand clasp his shoulder. He looked to see you doubled over, panting. "Shit I need to do some cardio," you straightened up asking, "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Sorry but I have to go."

"Eh? You're not going to walk me to the car?" you pouted.

"Why don't you get your boyfriend Jean to do it since you like him." he spat out. He saw your lips trembling, your fists balled at your side. "I like you you idiot! I was going to confess to you today but Jean ruined it and now," your voice broke, you sighed and quickly looked away. "Never mind. Forget it. I'll see you tomorrow Levi. Have a good fucking night."

Your POV

You felt so embarrassed. Stupid even. You thought you read the signs clearly. Armin and Mikasa were practically encouraging you, confirming that Levi's gazes lingered longer when it came to you; that it was only you that he helped and showed his "soft" side to. You too were convinced that there was something there, maybe it was just an illusion. Before you reached your car you felt a hand gently, firmly grab your wrist. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just forget what happened and move on." His hand gently squeezed your wrist. "I don't want to forget and move on. Y/N I too was going to tell you that I like you as well but when I saw you and Jean, and the way he was holding you, I just assumed that you had feelings for him and got jealous. I'm sorry." You turned to him and brought your hand to gently rest on his face. "I don't like him Levi. I made that clear. I like you. I wanted to tell you but the moment got ruined. "

"So what now?" You leaned forward and gave Levi a quick peck. When you pulled back it took everything in you not to laugh at his expression: his eyes were big as saucers, a blush creeping across his face. "Good night Levi. I'll text you later." Before you could open your car door, Levi spun you back around and whispered in a low tone, "That's not a proper goodbye to your boyfriend." You gasped when he grabbed both sides of your face and passionately kissed you. When he pulled back he was beaming while you were blushing furiously. "Goodbye Y/N I'll text you tonight."

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mxlktxa · 11 months

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ᴍʏ ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ*, ᴅɪɴᴀ ɴᴏʟᴀꜱᴛɴᴀᴍᴇ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ᴊᴇꜱꜱᴇ ɴᴏʟᴀꜱᴛɴᴀᴍᴇ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ ᴄᴡ; ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ/ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ, ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴠᴜʟɢᴀʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ/ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ (ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟ), ᴇʟʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ (ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ) ᴡᴄ; 2.7ᴋ, 14.6ᴋ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

˗ˏˋ ‘ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ’ ´ˎ˗

It had been months since I had broken up with Ellie. I spent three years in a shitty relationship with her, being ignored, argued with, beat on, lost some friends, lied about, cheated on. And that’s not everything. She was an amazing person for the first three or four months but then slowly trickled into being so… Undesirable. Abusive. Repulsive. Vulgar. I told my side of the story to anyone who would listen but it only lost me a few more friends since Ellie apparently was a champ at making herself much more likeable and convincing. Not to Dina, Jesse, or even one of my other exes, Abby. She was the biggest sweetheart.

During the first two months of me trying to forget and move on— in reality, I just spent crying and beating myself up— she would stalk me at my work place, follow me wherever I went, sent messages begging for me to come back on different socials and don’t get me started on how many numbers and accounts she’s used when I ignored and blocked her. She even asked Abby about my whereabouts and tasks, threatened to kick her ass if she didn’t tell her anything. She doesn’t even like Abby! It was a living hell. I had to move maybe two times and switch jobs just to get away for a maximum of three months. But now here I am. Seven months with peace, somwhat still heartbroken and feeling like shit but nonetheless moving on and a little happier.

I jolted awake, gasping softly and rubbing my eyes slightly. I flipped onto my stomach, to hug the pillow I was laying in and try to clear my head, rid myself of the images of the little nightmare I had.

“Did you have a good nap?” Abby chuckled, noticing I was waking up. Looking to my nightstand, I squinted at the screen, trying to see a bit better, being reminded that I was supposed to be watching a movie with her.

“Shit,” I whispered, “Abby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knock out,” I huffed, rubbing my eyes again.

“It’s not a problem.”

“I just haven’t slept a bunch lately and I’m so paranoid.”

“Y/N.”

“I know I shouldn’t be, I should calm down and chill out but—.”

“Y/N. It’s fine. You’ve every right to be afraid right now and you don’t need to explain yourself. I understand,” Abby’s words gave me a bit of comfort, relaxing my muscles and just smiling at her.

We both knew there was still some sort of connection between the two of us but we held off on getting back together. Mainly since I wasn’t trying to see anyone in a romantic manner for a bit but also because Abby swore she would wait until I was ready. I know it seems like we’re already offical to some with how much we talk and hang out but I swear we aren’t. Not yet. She was just the biggest sweetheart. Dina and Jesse were busy almost all day everyday with their little music career but they checked up on me just enough.

“Did you like Coraline?” I asked, finally coming back to my senses about how long I’d been staring at this woman, shyly looking away and shaking my head.

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” she said, “I loved the final form of the Other Mother, that was super cool,” Abby admitted with the biggest smile on her face. We both went silent for a second, tension growing and my expression faltering.

‘You fucking come back here, you stupid bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!’

Suddenly, I was cold and afraid. Bits and pieces of my dream coming into thought just to harass me. The room was only getting colder and any blanket I threw on top of myself didn’t help. Mind you I had about three thick blankets in the room.

“Tell me what happened, babe,” Abu spoke with confidence, immediately catching what she said, “Er, Y/N. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, don’t… You’re fine,” my eyes met my phone screen finally, “I had a dream that I was finally fed up with Ellie so I got a restraining order. Once she was aware, she didn’t give any fucks about it and broke into my house, demanding I dismiss it or she would kill me,” I shrugged.

“Have you put placed one on her?” Abby looked to me with worried eyes but her face showed confidence, “nevermind, you just… yeah.”

“Big dummy,” I giggled, reaching for my phone and getting under my blanket, “do I still talk in my sleep?”

“Yes, actually. There were some things you said that I couldn’t pick up on but we did have a full conversation.”

“What? About what? What did I say?”

“I’ll send you a recording. It was funny,” Abby chuckled, shaking her head. I shook my head and sat up, walking downstairs to the kitchen.

Abby and I sat in a comfortable silence, doing our own things at the time. I set my phone up against a little jar before I went to search for a snack and something to drink, glancing over occasionally Abby was minding her own business, doing whatever research she was doing this time. Last time, she was trying to do research on some pirates, Henry Avery or something.

After about ten, fifteen minutes, I turned to the camera seeing that Abby was already staring at me. I grinned at her, a piece of toast in hand and a cup of apple juice in the other.

“Butter and jelly?” Abby asked. I only nodded at her, taking a bite of my little snack, “you love that stuff.”

“Best thing I could ever have.”

“Above your fruit bowls?”

“Definitely not,” I scoffed, taking all my belongings and going to the living room, “do you think you can come see me tomorrow? I wanna go out,” I whispered, continuing with my toast.

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Maybe we can see Dina and Jesse, get some lunch or something… I don’t know.”

“We can figure something out, no worries,” Abby shrugged, reaching for her phone, “listen, try and go back to bed, yeah? I can pick you up tomorrow morning and we can figure it out,” Abby smiled at me, looking me all over.

I nodded at her, immediately going to finish up my toast and put my apple juice away. I walked upstairs, peeking at Abby who was settled and waiting on me. My head met the pillow, Abby and I yawning in sync.

“Abby?” I whispered, hiding half of my face in my pillow, “should we just say fuck it and make it official? I think I’m ready to start over. But with you.”

Abby chuckled, nodding, “I want whatever you want. You know this.”

“Then I guess you also want some sleep so we can go out tomorrow,” I brought the phone closer to my face. Abby copied the action kissing the camera before I could, “goodnight, Abs,” I hesitated yet sighed softly, “I love you, Abigail.”

Her eyes lit up, filled with joy and surprise, “I love you too, Y/N.”

We waved at the camera before hanging up on each other. I held my phone to my chest, all giddy and excited about getting back with Abby and getting to possibly hang out with her, Dina, and Jesse.

I glanced at my phone, getting a hold of it to check if I jad amy notifications. I wished I hadn’t though.

‘open the door we need to talk’

I read the message from the unknown number that was showing up, my entire body feeling cold and stiff. I thought this was over. I thought that I could finally have peace. I changed my number and have moved so much, I don’t know what else I could possibly do!? This had to be a dream, a joke. It was Dina fucking with me. No, no, it’s Jesse, he’s doing this.

Shaky fingers tapped the message, typing insanely slow, deleting and re-typing, wanting to send a message that wouldn’t escalate the situation and would make her go away.

‘??? wrong number???’

You idiot. Why would you send that? She knows when I’m playing dumb, she always did. Fuck me.

‘y/n dont fucking act like this yk who it is and yk better than this’

‘ellie just go home. its been so long just let it go’

‘scuse me?’

That door is definitely getting kicked down.

‘ill call the cops’

‘sweetheart youre not that stupid’

‘you dont know that’

‘ik that you should open this door before i kick it down and drag you to the car now lets fucking talk’

My mind raced with multiple scenarios, Ellie coming in and sending me to the hospital, forcing me to pack and move back with her, Ellie trying to pleasure me and coaxing me into coming back to her, and sweet talking me. Giving a genuine, sincere, heartfelt apology. So manny kisses, hugs, apologies, everything. She’d tell me she loves me and take me out so much more than she did before. I could see it now, Ellie taking her time to—

“Open the door wider,” Ellie demanded, leaning in the crack of the door and grinning softly at me, “I just wanna talk babe… I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Fuck, when did I even come downstairs? “Ellie. I’m tired I don’t wanna talk. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“I’m not asking you again,” she cut me off, hand behind her back so obviously reaching for her switchblade.

“Ellie.”

“Open the door!”

The door was kicked open, knocking me back which allowed Ellie to storm in, shutting the door behind her, backing me into a wall.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay,” she whispered into my ear with a faux, sweet tone, “I just wanna talk, okay? Let’s talk.”

“I-I don’t want to.”

“Yes you do, baby. Come sit. Just like we used to, come sit with me and we can talk.”

I didn’t even get to make up my own mind. I was dragged to the couch, nearly thrown down. Ellie finally revealed her switchblade, the cold metal against my chest, slight pressure being applied. I sat, horrified to even breathe or move even just my eyes away from her neck.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered in my ear, “you know I love you, yeah? I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Ellie,” I whimpered at the blade being taken away from my flesh, dragging my feet up as carefully as possible so I could position myself to push her away whenever I was ready.

Ellie’s forehead connected with mine, her other hand coming up to caress my face with such gentle and loving hands. That didn’t make me forget about the switchblade in her hand, it only worried me more.

“Why’d you leave, babe? Hm? We can work this out, I’ll change. I promise.”

“You’ve said that countless times, Ellie. Each time you never changed, only got worse,” I complained, “you would ignore me when we were out together which is embarrassing, you cheated on me whenever I told you I didn’t want to be intimate with you, you sent me to the hospital, disrespected my parents and so much more!”

Ellie went from caring and cautious to angry and unreasonable. Too quickly. My hands shot up to her chest, regretting that I raised my voice at her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she huffed, “I don’t know who you think you’re raising your voice at but it’s definitely not me,” her fist clenched on my shoulder, knife coming in contact with my thigh, “you’re gonna fucking act right.”

“Fuck you,” with that, I kicked her away from me, sending her over the table and on her ass. I bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping over a few steps but successfully made it to my room, locking the door.

“You stupid, fucking cunt!”

I searched my bed for my phone, grabbing it from under my pillow.

“Y/N! Come out right now!”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby. Call Abby!

“It’s about to get real fucking stupid in this house, come out right now!”

Please, please, pick up.

“Hello?” Abby hummed.

I sighed, quietly thanking god as I wiped my tears away and sniffled before replying, “Abby, please, it’s Ellie!”

“What?”

“Ellie’s here! She’s trying to get in the room! Can you please come!? I’m so scared!”

Abby didn’t even respond, I could only hear her blankets shuffling and soon the rattling of her keys, “try to call Dina and Jesse too, okay? I’m on my way.”

“Please hurry, Abby,” I hung up and texted Dina and Jesse, begging that they would at least read the message.

“You have three seconds to open this door or you’re in for it big-fucking-time!” Ellie was banging on the door, cracks already so evident within the door.

“Go away, Ellie! I don’t wanna talk and I don’t want to be near you!” I cried, gunning it to the window after sliding my phone beneath the bed.

“I don’t give any fucks on what you want! Open the fucking door!”

I opened the window, attempting to punch out the screen but I had no strength to do so and I didn’t think kicking it would do any better. While I made my weak, sorry attempts, Ellie was just starting to do real damage to the doors. My body went into overdrive, pushing, punching, and shoving the screen.

“Leave me alone!”

A few more punches had done the trick, instantly crawling through the window. Only to realize if people see me on my roof they’ll either think I’m crazy or they’ll just stare. I didn’t really have time to think about that as Ellie had barged in the room, storming over to yank me from the window and to the floor.

“What’s going on in that stupid fucking head of yours, hm? And Abby? What’s going in with Abby? You back with her? Hm?” Ellie’s words were almost muffled as I was trying to recover from how hard my head had collided with the floor.

“Ellie, stop it,” I whined, seeing two of her and whimpering with my hands in front of my face. Ellie pulled my up by the hair as her switchblade sat on my thigh, “please don’t, Els.”

Everything froze. Ellie stared at me while my vision started to fix itself. She seemed please, almost. Her lips rested on my neck, sucking and biting on mu flesh as the blade now sat on my abdomen.

“I’ve missed hearing that.”

“Stop it.”

“You know I love you, babe.”

“I don’t wanna do this, Ellie.”

“Shh, just relax.”

“Fuck you.”

Our eyes met. I was terrified, she was was well beyond livid. I furrowed my brows, wincing lightly at her. Her expression showed that she was apologetic yet had no intention of truly apologizing for what she had just done.

She had stuck her switchblade right in my midsection.

“Ellie?” I whispered, hand coming to meet the new wound she’d given me, “did you?”

“I tried to stop it. But you don’t fucking listen,” she spat, withdrawing the weapon and walking away.

My phone rang from beneath the bed. Glancing at my little gash, I wailed at the sight, deciding to crawl to it anyways.

Abby…

With my bloody hand I held my wound and the other gave attention to the call, “Abby?”

“Y/N? Are you okay? Is she still there? I’m about to pull into the driveway right now.”

“She,” I whined, applying pressure to stop the bleeding, “stab wound. It’s not too deep. It hurts so bad. She’s gone.”

“She stabbed you?”

“Just focus in staying awake, yeah? I’m coming up!”

Just as she promised, I heard a car pulling in and a door slamming shut. Her voiced echoed from outside and on the phone, breathing completely uneven.

“Abby!” with all my might, I begged for her, dropping the phone and struggling to even stand, “Abby, help me!”

I met her at the top of the staircase, falling into her arms, gradually blacking out. I could barely make out what she was saying. ‘Okay’? ‘Got you’? That’s all I could make out.

I don’t know why Ellie had such a hard on for me but I do know that she won’t be moving on anytime soon.

I just want to be safe. I just want her to leave me alone.

When will this be over?

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