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nadvs · 1 month

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cam girl (part twelve) (end)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning alcohol use

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe realizes his hands are shaking as he rereads your text.

His eyes keep going over your words, standing up off his bed and pacing around his room just because the adrenaline won’t let him stay seated.

Why the fuck are you doing this to him?

i’m done. this is over. i’m not even a fucking person to you am i

Hot anger bubbles inside his chest. He immediately texts you back: what the fuck do you mean

Minutes pass. You don’t answer.

Rafe: ?????

Again. No answer.

Rafe: dont ignore me

He can’t take it anymore. He taps on the Call button. It rings and rings and rings. He texts you again.

Rafe: answer me

Finally, you respond: i dont need to listen to you. leave me alone

This has to be a cruel joke. Yet again, you’re cold to him out of fucking nowhere, after he thought you had a good time together.

Rafe recalls this morning, to the worried look on your face when you saw his black eye, making him think that maybe you see something of value past the wall he built around him.

He risked his pride by telling you that he always thinks about you, and now you’re done with him?

He texts you again: why are u acting like this

Thank fuck you respond.

You: i guess the slut got bored of you first

His body goes cold. He knows you’re referring to what one of his friends said. You heard that?

If that’s why you’re so pissed off, he needs to talk to you about it in person. He grabs his car keys and rushes out of the house.

Rafe is pounding on your door for so long that his hand is starting to hurt almost as much as it did when he threw those punches last night.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, getting close to the manic state he knows and hates.

He pulls his phone out to text you: open the door

You: ??? i’m not home

At this point, he sees red. He could break his damn phone if he didn’t need it right now. He calls you again, his jaw clenched so tight that it hurts.

His stomach tightens when the dial tone stops after two rings.

“Am I gonna have to block your number?” you say when you answer. The sound of a crowd and loud music buzzes in the background. He clues in that you’re at a party.

“Where are you?” he asks, head hanging, staring at the hallway floor.

“That’s none of your business.” He can hear a slur in your words.

“Are you drunk?”

“I can drink if I want to. I know you love to think you own me, but you don’t.”

Rafe swallows hard, shaking his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He heard your voice shake. Fuck. You’re crying and it’s his fault.

“Where are you?” Rafe repeats. “Let’s - we need to…” He’s stammering, anxious and unbalanced. “We need to talk… I swear, I’ll fucking wait here until you come home if you don’t tell me where you are.”

Your back is against a wall, the phone pressed to your ear. The room is loud and humid from all the bodies crammed together into one house.

You hate that you’re crying over him and you hate that he can hear it. As if his ego needs the boost.

“Why?” you finally ask, voice strained, hoping he’ll tell you what you want to hear. That there’s a part of him that cares about you.

Rafe is silent for a moment.

“Which one is it?” His chest is tight. He can’t say it now. Not over the phone.

“Neither,” you reply, then hang up. You know he’s just horny and possessive and mad. And definitely bluffing.

You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, but you take another shot. Time melts away from you as you get lost in the music with your friend, determined to get Rafe and his drama off of your mind.

It’s half past one in the morning when you order a cab. The alcohol has almost worn off at this point. Someone spilled a drink on you and you just want to take a shower and sleep. You have to promise yourself that you won’t give into the impulse to wear Rafe’s shirt to bed.

You exit the elevator and your heart stops when you see Rafe sitting on the floor, his back against your door, his knee raised, his head slumped.

He meant it. He waited. For over three fucking hours.

When you get close enough for him to hear your footsteps, Rafe clambers up to stand, towering over you. His eyes sweep over your face, the blue in them even more prominent in contrast to the dark bruise over his right eye.

Even though your heart, the traitor, is thumping with desire, the ache of what he did to you is louder. It was barbaric, what he said about you. What he let his friend say about you.

“Why are you still here?” you say as evenly as you can.

“You can’t…” Rafe shakes his head, frustrated. He immediately notices you’re not wearing the necklace he gave you and his chest aches. “You can’t end this.”

“Watch me,” you say with a scoff, nudging past him. You feel him behind you, hear his shallow breaths. You unlock your door and pull out your keys.

He won’t move. You turn to look at him again, feeling your lips thin in aggravation.

“Rafe,” you state. “Please. I just want to shower and sleep. Go home.”

“No,” he says stubbornly.

“Why can’t you just go find another girl to fuck around with?” you say, raising your tone.

He almost feels nauseous hearing you say that.

“Are you worried you won’t find one who does everything like I do?” you ask. “I just can’t say no, right? That’s what you told your friends.”

Rafe looks down in shame, nostrils flaring. His lips screw up in anger. He has no words to offer.

“Go home,” you repeat. You’re sure he’s just upset about losing his favorite booty call, just so not accustomed to not getting what he wants.

Rafe doesn’t budge. You’re sober enough to know you can’t continue this conversation in the hallway and risk your voices carrying into your neighbors’ homes.

Frustrated and embittered, you turn your doorknob and accept the fact that he’s not leaving without a fight.

You turn on the dim overhead light and stand in your tiny kitchen, facing Rafe with your arms crossed, as the door shuts behind him.

He steps towards you, hands sliding up your arms before he leans down to try to kiss you.

“Stop,” you mutter, shoving him off, pushing him away.

He tries again, putting his palms on your cheeks.

“No,” you snap, driving him away harder.

Rafe feels hollow. Lost. He’s fine with showing anger. It’s second nature to him. But this? This tangled feeling of yearning feels impossible to verbally express to you.

“Why?” is all he can sputter.

“I’m not letting you use me anymore,” you say through gritted teeth.

Rafe had no idea you’d react like this over the moronic shit he and his friend said. He thought you were fine with how things were. That you were detached.

Despite the rage and anxiety consuming him, the fact that you’re this angry over this ridiculous idea that you’re not a person to him, that you maybe want to be more, makes hope bloom in his heart.

“It’s not like that,” Rafe says.

“It is,” you argue. “I’m done acting like I’m okay with it. I could handle it at the beginning, but…”

You sigh. You can’t give him the satisfaction of telling him you have feelings for him. You start to get choked up again, though, your body betraying you. You can’t hide what he does to you from him anymore.

“I’m done,” you say resolutely. This man is nothing but trouble. “My contact picture in your phone is a fucking nude. I’m just body parts to you and I respect myself too much to keep this going. Just leave. You won’t change my mind.”

“I can’t… I can’t not see you anymore,” he grovels.

“You’re just mad you won’t be able to brag to your buddies about what I let you do to me.”

“No.” Rafe brings the heels of his hands up to his eyes, looking so damn flustered. “I’m not mad about that. I… Fuck, it’s…”

“What about when he called me a slut to run through? You laughed. After he said something so fucking horrible about me-”

“Wait,” he snaps, tone rising. “Just wait. Let me talk.”

“Then talk,” you say sharply, shocked by his audacity to be the angry one here.

He takes a deep breath.

“When he called you that, I…” Rafe rakes his hand through his hair. “It’s how we always talk and I - I know that’s a shitty excuse, but I didn’t have the balls to tell him to shut the fuck up. And then last night…”

He vaguely gestures to his black eye. His mind replays the rage he felt when he heard the vulgar words used to describe you. The way his fist met his friend’s jaw. Rafe walked away with a swollen eye, but it was nothing compared to what he had inflicted.

“He said something about you and I beat the shit out of him like I should’ve the first time.”

“What’d he say?” you ask after a beat.

“It doesn’t matter.”

So, that’s what happened to him last night. You’re almost touched to hear he defended your honor, but the memory of the text you saw on his phone darkens your mood instantly, reminding you of how dispensable and cheap it made you feel.

“This the same friend who texted you about all the bitches at that party?” you say bitterly.

Rafe meets your gaze.

“You saw that?”

“Yeah,” you say. Rafe realizes that was the reason for your abrupt coldness. You were jealous. He hates that he hurt you, but admittedly, the feeling of you being envious over him is so fucking gratifying.

He sighs your name. He didn’t even glance at another girl last night. Why would he? “For fuck’s sake, I texted you all night. I told you I’m always thinking about you.”

“Rafe, you texted me about how all you want to do is hook up with me.”

“That’s not… that’s not all I want,” he sighs, defeated. How can he explain that the way he touches you is how he tells you what he’s feeling? He’s so fucking bad at talking about it.

“Then why did you talk about me like that?” you ask.

“I was…” Rafe begins. He swallows hard, his eyes refusing to meet yours now. “I know I shouldn’t have said that shit but-”

“You’re only saying this now ‘cause you got caught.”

“No, it’s - it’s more than that. I-”

“You were just being honest,” you say with a shrug. “I did everything you told me to and you wanted to brag.”

“Yeah- I mean, no…” he stammers. Your use of the past-tense is so damn hurtful, the implication that you really are through with him, and before he can think to hide it, tears start to gloss his eyes. “Just listen-”

“If I’m just an easy fuck to you, then that’s fine, just own up to it.”

“Let me talk!” he finally shouts. Rafe’s head is spinning. He’s angry and anxious and close to losing his mind.

You don’t even cower, not letting him get to you. But when you realize he’s crying, too, your blood runs cold.

“Goddamn it.” He frantically brings his hands up to his head, fingers on his temples. “I’m trying to tell you that I didn’t know how to- I don’t know how to talk about this fucking feeling you give me.”

“Try,” you say.

Rafe’s breath is shaky, blinking fast as he gazes at you.

“This is more than sex. I’m fucking… I’m falling for you,” he finally admits.

No words come to your mind. The air between you is thick. Your heart is pounding in your ears. Your stomach is numb.

Rafe lowers his gaze, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He’s worked himself up in such a panic.

He doesn’t know how or when you cracked into this side of him that he didn’t even know existed, but you did. And you’re not leaving.

“Are you serious?” you ask quietly through a shallow exhale.

“Do I need to beg you to believe me?” he says.

“Yeah,” you say with a sarcastic huff, pushing him to see where his limit is. To see if he’s being honest.

You can’t believe what you’re seeing when Rafe sinks down onto the floor in front of you, his knees on your cheap linoleum. He takes your hand in his, pulling it to his warm mouth, soft lips kissing your palm.

He realizes he would rather lose all of his pride than lose you.

“Rafe,” you say, the edge to your tone completely gone now.

The shift in your dynamic is harrowing. He’s always the one in control, the one with the upper hand. Now he’s on his fucking knees for you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “I’m so fucking sorry I said that shit. I’ll never do it again. You’re not just an easy…”

He can’t even say it.

“You’re so much more,” he says. There’s hopelessness in his gaze. You’re rattled with shock, your heart feeling like it’s burning in your chest.

You can’t believe it. You can’t fathom that he likes you more than just from the waist down.

“What if I stopped hooking up with you?” you challenge. “I keep seeing you but it’s nothing physical. What then?“

“That’s okay,” he says, without hesitation.

“I mean no sex,” you say. “At all.”

“Fine.”

You pout at him in endearment as relief pools through you.

Rafe is racked with the deepest form of desperation. He can’t picture a day without you. Without your smile, your humor, your voice, your smell. He fell off the deep end and there’s no fucking saving him.

Your stare is puncturing him. He’s sure he fucked up too massively to earn any sort of chance with you ever again.

But when you finally lean down to press your lips onto his, euphoria rushes through his entire being. He frantically scrambles to stand, feeling his face contort with disbelief and gratefulness and a yearning so hard that it hurts.

Rafe’s kisses are deep but fast, his big hands cradling your head, thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones.

You pull back, looking up at him with a tiny shred of remaining suspicion that he’s not being genuine.

“Let me stay the night,” he says, voice low, lids heavy. You’re unsure that he really means he’d be with you even without the sex.

You only look at him.

“I won’t try anything,” he adds. He knows you needed the reassurance. You stare at him with wide, vulnerable eyes, resting your hands on his firm, heaving chest.

“Shower with me,” you tell him, restless to wash the night off of you. “And prove it.”

Rafe nods, your face still in his hands. Fuck, he feels like you have him wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything to keep you in his life.

“Let me do the work,” he says.

You step back, heart racing, and raise your hands over your head. His fingers quickly find the edge of your top, slowly lifting it and pulling it off of you. Your jeans are next, the denim sliding down your legs.

Rafe presses against you, leading you backwards into your bathroom. His lips press against your forehead as he unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the floor.

He’s on his knees again as he peels your underwear off. You watch his eyes trail up your bare body. He can’t hide the lust in his stare, no matter how hard he tries.

As you turn on the shower, you hear the rustle of him taking his clothes off. When you step into the tub, you feel his body against your back. Big hands skim up your arms as you turn the faucet, prompting hot water to rain down on both of you.

Rafe can’t stop himself from asking.

“Did you talk to any guys at that party?” His voice echoes against the porcelain, loud even over the sound of the shower.

You smile to yourself.

“How am I gonna focus on another guy when you’re texting me so damn much?”

“Princess,” he huffs. You laugh and turn in his arms to rest your hands on his shoulders.

“No,” you tell him. “I didn’t want to.”

Rafe smirks and leans down, but stops an inch away from your lips.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” he asks.

“Hmm… fine,” you tease. “But that’s the farthest you can go.” He captures your lips in his, his mouth warm. You feel him grow against you and you pull away to look down, his cock already almost fully hard.

“Okay, I can’t control that,” he says. You meet his eyes and share the first laugh that you’ve had together tonight.

You pick up your body wash and hand it to him. It’ll drive him crazy to touch you like this and not be able to do anything about it.

“You get my body,” you say, admittedly excited to tempt him. “And I’ll do my hair.”

Rafe’s forehead crinkles in concentration as he squeezes the body wash into his palm. Your eyes are on him as he lathers the gel over your shoulders first.

“You’re cute when you’re focused,” you giggle, starting to massage your shampoo into your hair.

The sound of your laugh, the aroma in the air is so fucking nice to him. It’s so you.

His palms move up and down your arms in gentle circles. Rafe’s groin is getting tighter by the second and the fact that he won’t get any relief for it is agony. But he needs to prove himself to you.

“You ignoring my tits on purpose?” you ask.

Rafe cocks his head in mild irritation. Touching you there will only make him harder. You exhale in pleasure once his hands rest on your breasts, gently kneading.

“You can’t make those sounds,” he says, voice strained.

“I can do whatever I want,” you reply. His hands dip below the curves of your tits. You purposely moan louder than you normally would just to torment him.

His jaw tightens as he collects more of your body wash to smooth down your stomach. His hands slide over your hips, the water and soap making your skin extra slippery, and he lands on your ass.

“Massage me a bit there,” you tell him. He huffs an aggravated chuckle, then starts to rub into your flesh.

The crook of Rafe’s neck is at your chin as he leans to massage you and you plant a gentle kiss on his wet skin. The gesture makes his stomach twist with adoration.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he mumbles, running his hands up your back. You can feel him against your leg; he’s fully erect and pining for you to touch him.

“My ass is still sore,” you groan, continuing to lather the shampoo onto your hair. “You were so rough on me in front the mirror, remember?”

The memory of fucking you on the floor in his room makes his arousal skyrocket even higher. He exhales and smooths his hands over your ass again.

You tilt your head to the side as you moan. You feel Rafe’s mouth press against your exposed neck, then he grunts against your skin and moves away abruptly.

“Getting frustrated?” you whisper.

“No,” he lies.

The hot water continues to ebb down your body as Rafe squeezes your ass.

“You can get my legs now,” you mumble. He’s half-relieved, half-frustrated to have to move his hands.

Rafe rubs in circles over your thighs, his breath heavy.

“Get on your knees so you can reach everything,” you say as you wash out the shampoo from your hair. You’re testing him, ordering him around like he usually does to you, seeing if he’ll crack.

When he kneels down, you hike your leg up onto the tub, your middle inches away from his face.

“Fuck,” he breathes, wishing he could just taste you. His hands are sliding down your calves as he gawks at the beauty between your legs, knowing you’re purposely tempting him.

His eyes trail up to your face. He looks ravenous for you.

Falling for you. He said he was falling for you.

“What?” you say with a smile. Rafe only shakes his head, continuing to run his hands over your legs.

“I said kissing is allowed,” you say, revelling in this feeling of control over him.

He doesn’t waste a second. His lips are against your pussy immediately, kissing you over and over. If you tried to keep count of how many kisses he was planting on you, you’d fail in seconds.

Arousal twists deep inside you, wanting him so badly, but loving the game you’re playing.

His lips wrap around your clit and he starts to suck, prompting you push your fingers through his hair, damp from the shower, and tug to pull him off of you.

“Kisses only,” you say. “Unless you didn’t mean what you said?”

“I did,” he huffs. He roughly shoves your wrist away to get close to you again, lips puckered. You feel his fingers ghost over your inner thighs, then pull apart your lips.

“Can I spread you open, baby?” he asks.

“No,” you respond.

“Please,” he begs.

“Kisses. Only.”

He groans. You laugh.

“You got me so turned on,” you moan. “I need to just…”

You slip your fingers between his mouth and your clit, denying him any more access.

Rafe thinks this could be thing to that finally makes him lose his fucking mind. But he stays still, knees aching from the hard tub, as you play with yourself right in front of him.

“That feels so nice,” you whisper, your knees weak. You put your other hand against the shower wall, looking down at him.

“Hold me up,” you order. He grips your hips and watches you moan and writhe over him, dipping your head back.

You dip a finger inside of you, tightening and sighing.

“Fuck.” He literally whimpers the word.

“God, there’s so many things I can think about while I touch myself,” you moan. “Like when we fucked in your car? Or when I squirted on you?”

“Which time?” he mutters, trying to have any sort of power right now by reminding you of what he can do to you.

“Aw,” you coo. “Is this like when I’m on camera? You can watch but you can’t touch me?”

“Shit,” Rafe breathes. You moan, the water dripping off of you.

He has to look away at this point. His cock is so hard that it hurts. His eyes go low, seeing a bead of precum on his swollen tip. He tries to comfort himself by thinking about how he can jerk off later.

“Get up,” you say. He brings himself up on his feet, towering over you again.

You turn your back to him again and start to rub your scalp to make sure you washed all the shampoo out.

“You’re probably cold on that side, hmm?” you ask.

Rafe’s temperature is the least of his concerns.

“I’ll keep you warm,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder. You run your hands down your body and pause over your ass, spreading yourself open.

“Put your cock right here,” you tell him.

“I- I can’t,” he moans.

“You can,” you encourage.

He kneels to place himself right where you want him. You let go, your asscheeks hugging him, feeling his length pressed up against you.

“Fuck,” he whispers, twitching against you. “This is… fuck…”

“If you didn’t mean that you can be with me without the sex, just say so.”

“I meant it,” he says. “But this is torture. I need to go. I’ll wait for you in your room, okay?”

“You can’t keep it together for me?” you tease. “I thought you liked me.”

“I fucking love you,” Rafe groans, making your heart flutter.

You’re done playing this game. You need him now.

You turn to face him, pulling him down with your hands cupping his neck to kiss him. He’s biting your bottom lip, kissing you hard.

“We don’t have to do this,” he whispers breathlessly.

“I want to,” you say against his lips, wrapping your hand around his cock. “What do you want?” He bucks up against you, groaning.

“I wanna fuck you,” he pleads.

“Then fuck me.”

Rafe’s rough and fast as he hitches your leg up, pushing you to lean against the shower wall. He lines himself up at your cunt, stretching you so much nicer than your fingers ever could.

He keeps his eyes on you when he thrusts into you, his expression both needy and satisfied.

“Thank you,” he whispers. The feeling of him thanking you for letting him be inside you hits you like a drug.

Rafe is in heaven. You squeeze him so fucking good as he rocks in and out of you. He needs to make you cum before he does. You deserve it. You deserve all the pleasure in the world.

When he starts to rub his thumb over your clit, you’re trembling with bliss. Everything in this moment feels so damn good.

“You’re my girl,” he mumbles, his usual possessive side back now. “Say it.”

“I’m your girl,” you respond. “Fuck… I love you.”

Rafe is sure he has never felt happier in his life. His thrusts get harder and faster, and with the pressure on your clit and the hot water coating your body, you whine through your orgasm.

To him, it’s a gift watching you reach your peak. You clench around him in rhythmic flutters and he can’t hold back anymore, his cum gushing out of him so fucking hard that he sees stars.

This is the best sex he’s ever had. Because now he knows it’s more than just something physical for both of you.

He kisses you hard as his body trembles, pumping into you. His forehead is against yours as you pant together and even though he’s exhausted, he stays inside you as long as he can manage.

When he pulls out, he brings his hands to your cheeks and kisses you again.

“You meant that?” he asks. He needs to know you that really do love him. That it wasn’t a heat of the moment thing. You look up at him, his lips parted, the water dripping down his face.

“Yes,” you say. His dimples are deep in his cheeks as he smiles at you.

As Rafe helps you clean up, he’s pissed at himself that he never did this before. He hates that you had to always do this alone. He won’t ever let that happen again.

Once you’re both lying in your bed, your bedroom dark save for a streetlamp casting a dull light through the window, Rafe holds you tight.

Your cheek is against his shoulder as he surrounds you in his arms. You both remained naked and the feeling of your bare bodies pressed together like this is perfection.

You softly trace your finger over the bruise covering his eye. The one his friend left on him because of something he said about you.

“What’d he say?” you ask.

“I’m not repeating it,” Rafe replies.

“Please?” you ask. “I wanna know what made you go crazy.”

“He said I seem happier lately,” Rafe says. “And before I told him it was because I wanna… be with you for real, he said… he wants to see if he could get…”

“God,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. He doesn’t have to say any more. His buddy wanted a turn with you.

“But hey, I’m not gonna let anyone say anything like that about you, okay?” he promises. “I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who tries to.”

You picture being out in public with Rafe, his arm around you. And you can’t help but ask. You need to know.

“So… are you gonna… want me around your friends and stuff?” you ask.

“Of course,” he tells you, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re my girl, right?”

It’s jarring. You’re not a lower-class maid to him. Not his personal whore. Not his slutty sugar baby. You’re a woman he loves.

Legs tangled, you fall asleep together, and you adore that the worry of falling for him is now gone. Because you’re in love, and so is he, and now you can enjoy him without telling yourself you can’t.

When you wake up the next morning, you shuffle in your position to find him, but you’re alone.

Your heart drops. Could he have been faking…?

You can’t jump to that conclusion. You’re about to check your phone when you hear crinkling coming from the kitchen.

You put on underwear and the shirt you stole from him a while ago before padding into the kitchen. He’s standing over your table, removing containers from bags.

You realize it’s from your favorite nearby bistro. He ordered food for you.

“Breakfast?” you ask. Rafe looks up at you and he doesn’t understand how every time he sees you, you strike him with how adorable you are.

“You hungry?” he says.

You settle across from him at the table. You realize he must have referenced the screenshot you sent him after the first night that he stayed over, when he sent you money to order breakfast and you sent him proof of what you bought.

As you dig into your food, you gaze at him. Blue eyes meet yours. He smirks. It doesn’t feel real. He used to look so out of place in your apartment, but this feels so natural.

“We gonna talk about how much of a cuddler you are?” you tease.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “Eat your food.”

You laugh and continue to chew.

“What do you have to do today?” he asks.

“I should study,” you say. “I was going to last night after work, but you know…”

Rafe looks down and his Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow.

“Are you gonna keep working?” he asks. “I don’t want you to. I wanna take care of you.”

As much as he loves seeing you around his house twice a week, he’s been getting more and more uncomfortable with the idea of you having to work so hard, having to clean up after him.

“Yeah,” you finally say. “I think I need to have the independence. To know I’m working for my own money. Does that make sense?”

“With your attitude? Yeah,” he says. You laugh.

You hope the gossip between your coworkers doesn’t get any farther up the chain. For now, you want to keep your job and the steadiness it promises.

“You can’t pull me away from my work to hook up whenever you want, though, okay?” you say.

“Even when I find you in my bed?” he asks.

“That was one time,” you scoff.

Rafe leans over to place his phone in front of you. He has your contact info up. The photo isn’t what it was before, though. It’s a photo of you sleeping, cheek pressed on his chest.

He must have taken it this morning. He wants to prove you’re not just a body to him.

Your eyes study his screen and you smile, oblivious to the fact that he’s staring at you.

But then again, you never really noticed how much he looked at you whenever you came to work at the house.

He can still remember the rush he felt when he randomly found you on that damn website. You were a fucking fantasy to him, a dream that he never thought he’d get to live out.

But here you are and by some crazy stroke of luck, you found something in him worth loving.

Rafe always enjoyed having some sort of ownership over you, claiming you as his. Because deep down, he always kind of knew he belonged to you. Whether you want him or not, he’s yours.

(the end)

author’s note: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THIS SERIES 💘 it’s so bittersweet ending it. i had so much fun writing this and it’s because of your comments and messages 😭 i’ll be writing more fics! if you want updates, please follow @xorafe-library and turn on notifications since i’ll be reblogging my work there. love you all!!!

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bugboysgf · 11 months

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Take A Hint

Summary: Min ho teases you because you can't take a hint

AN: I honestly didn't really expect for people to like the last Min ho one but you guys did see here's another.

“Wake up” Kitty shakes you awake.

“Leave me alone.” you pull the covers up to hide your face.

“We have to go to the boys are making breakfast.”

“It's saturday.” you muffled under the covers.

“So what.” Kitty tries to think of an idea to make you go, then one pops into her head.

“You know…. Min ho is going to be there.” “I know.” you said like it was obvious. But you couldn't lie your heart did skip a beat when you heard Min ho’s name.

“And it's morning…. That means he definitely has a raspy morning voice.” Kitty teased. You pulled the cover off and looked at the Kitty.

“I like the way you think. I'm up.”

10 minutes later you found yourself walking to the boys dorms with Kitty.

“So what's going on between you two?” Kitty asked.

“Between who?” you tried to act clueless and hide a smile.

“You and Min ho, you've been spending a lot of time together”

“No we haven’t”

“Yes you guys have. Everytime i text you, you're always with Min ho.”

“I like him,” you confess, “but it's not going to work.” “You never know. It's obvious something is there.”

“That's the thing Kitty, there's something there because I feel something but because he does.”

“He does, you just dont see if because you are too busy getting flustered every time he looks at you.” “Not true” you defend yourself. Deep down you knew it was true. You tried to hide your feelings but as soon as he even looked your way, you became shy even, he started to notice.

“Just keep your cool.” Kitty said, knocking on the door. A few seconds later Q answered it.

“Breakfast isn't ready yet, Min ho is still cooking.” Q said as you and Kitty walked in.

“If you would’ve helped, maybe it would be ready by now.” Min Ho said. Kitty was right; he had the morning voice. The first thing you noticed when you looked at him was he had a shirt on with no sleeves and his biceps were on full display.

“Hi Min ho.” you smiled trying not to look at his arms.

“Hi, Good morning.” he smiled back. Q and kitty watch the interactions and look at each other. Kitty thought of another idea.

“Min ho. y/n is a good listener you can have her help.” Kitty said with a smirk. You look at Kitty with wide eyes.

“Good idea, come on.” you mouth to kitty “i'm going to kill you” before walking over to Min ho.

The whole time you were getting distracted when he would tell you what to do or help you your eyes would go straight to his veiny hands.

Meanwhile Q and Kitty were watching the whole interaction going on.

“What do you think about them?” Kitty asked Q trying to get his opinion.

“Not sure what one thing I do know is that she has a thing for him and his arms.

“What she does not.” Kitty defended you.

“Sure does.” Kitty looked at you for a minute trying to see if Q was right. She counted how many times you look at his arms in a minute.

“Oh my god she does.” Kitty looked at Q in shock. “We should do something to get Min ho to notice, because when he does he will tease her about it.” “Then he will figure out that she likes him. We are such a great team.” Q smiles. Q pretends to check his phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Min ho asked?

“I can't go to the gym, I forgot I have to tutor somebody.” Q lied.

“You don't even tutor people.” Min ho said, confused.

“I know but it's my friend and he really needs help.” Q looks at Kitty trying to get her to catch on. She gives an Oh look then speaks.

“Hey! y/n can go with you, she always wanted to go to the gym.”

“What i never-”

“For real?” Min ho looks at you smiling. You couldn't say no to him.

“Yep always have!” you put on a fake smile.

“Great, we can go after breakfast.”

An hour later you found yourself at a gym. You never work out in your life. Minho has changed shirt and now he is wearing a really tight shirt. You don't think you can handle this, but you have to he's your friends you can't think of him in that way.

You watch him as he grabs weights. You follow him as he walks over to his spot.

“God, it's hot in here,” he says.

“Maybe you take the shirt off.” you mumble a little loud then as expected.

“Huh?” he turns his head quickly to look at you.

“What?” you act clueless.

“You just told me to take off my shirt” he raised his eyebrows

“No, I said shoes.” you played it off. You watch as he grabs the hems on his shirt.

“What- what are you doing?” you look around to see if anybody is watching, but it's only two other people in there and they are clearly not paying attention.

“I just said it was hot.” he shrugged and took the shirt off.

“God damn.” you whisper. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

“Eyes are up here.” you look at him, and play it off.

“I was looking at the floor.”

“Didn't know my body was on the floor.” He gets closer to you, you look at the ground trying to forget what just happened but you can't. Your mind is racing. “Come on, look at me.” he teases. You don't look at him, you can't bring yourself too. He puts his fingers on your chin and makes you look at him.

You had no choice now, you couldn't break. You just couldn’t

“You think i don’t notice.” he says in a low voice.

“W- what are you talking about?”

“The way you look at me, you can't take your eyes off of me, especially my arms.”

“I don't do that.”

“Don't play princess.” you don’t say another word, he looks at you for a couple of seconds then goes back to working out. Like nothing just happened.

2 hours of him teasing you in the gym.

You are now back at his dorm, two of you are alone. He joins you on the couch and grabs the remote.

“Should we watch?”

“Can we watch spiderman?” “We always watch, we should watch something else.” he looks at you then puts his hand on your thigh. You stiffened up.

“What's wrong princess.”

“Nothing.” you tried to shake off the butterflies in your stomach. “Can we just watch the movie?”

“Fine whatever you say” The next few days were filled with you trying to avoid Min ho because every time you saw him, he either said something to tease you or did something.

“Ugh science is next.” kitty said, walking with you through the hallway.

“I know” you groaned. Suddenly Kitty stopped walking and her eyes went wide.

“Umm… we should go this way.” she said, quickly turning you around.

“What? Why?” you asked confused. You could only go to science one way.

“Um no reason.” she was clearly lying. You turned around to see what she was seeing and your eyes went straight to Min ho, he was smiling with a girl.

“Oh”

“I'm sorry y/n.” you didn't say anything else, you just looked at them. You had no choice; you had to walk past him to get to science.

“Let's just go, it's fine.” you walk past him and don't say anything but you can feel him look at you.

“y/n!” He speed walks behind you but you don't say anything. You keep walking. He walks faster to catch up to you. When he does, he puts his arm around your shoulder.

“What.”

“Chill, just wanted to see if you want to get ice cream after class together.”

“No thanks.” you brush off his offer. He looks at you in shock and you never say no.

“What about tomorrow?”

“How about never.”

—

You don’t speak to Minho for the rest of the week. At first he thought maybe you just had a bad day but he noticed that you stopped replying to text too.

“y/n!” you heard a voice as somebody knocked on the door. You close your laptop and get up to open the door. You open the door and see Min ho standing there.

“Yea no.” you roll your eyes and close the door but he grabs the door before you can shut the door all the way.”

“Can we talk?” he says walking into the dorm. You don't say anything, you just look at him crossing your arms. “Please”

He knew you couldn't say no to him if he said please “fine sit.” He sits on the couch next to you. He's got really close to you so you move away to the end of the couch.

“I don't get what's wrong with you.” he says.

“Nothing is wrong.” you hated opening up about your feelings, you didn't want to seem weak.

“Okay well it doesn't seem like anything, i asked kitty and she wouldn't tell me.”

“Why were you talking to madison?”

“Madison?” he asked, confused , he thought about the last time he talked to madison, then it clicked.

“Are you jealous because I was talking to madison.”

“No,” you said a little too quickly. You avoided eye contact with him.

“Oh my god you are.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Ok well can you blame, you were teasing me and stuff and then you were smiling with her and her hand was on your arm.” you explained.

“I was teasing you because I was tired of you not taking a hint.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you were busy day dreaming I heard kitty and Q talking, they were trying to set us up because you like me and apparently you have a thing for my arms.”

“I do not.”

“You do, I was watching you in the gym.” “Okay so, i can't control my eyes.” you tried to make up an excuse.

“So you dont like me.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head.

“So if I said I had feelings for you, what would you say?”

“It depends if you are telling me you have feelings for me.” you didn't want to say yes straight away because what if he was saying it just to say it. “See this what i mean.” he said getting a little annoyed

“Huh?”

“You can't take a hint, I just basically said I liked you and it flew right past your head.”

“Oh…ohhh” you stay silent for a second trying to process this. “Then… I like you too.” you smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” you didn't respond, you just pulled his shirt and kissed him.

“Yesss.” you heard a voice say. You turn around to see Kitty and Q looking at you guys from in the doorway. You saw Q roll his eyes and hand Kitty $20.

“You betted on us.” you asked shocked

“It was about time it happened.” Kitty shrugged.

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itsjusthockey · 10 months

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45 Days Later - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

Here is the official beginning of the Summer Lakehouse Series.

Send in requests

I’m ready to rumble.

w.c: 1,571 (dont steal my work)(credit to gif maker)

Part 1

You slightly want to kill someone when you awake to your iPhone ringing incessantly. It's early. Way too early. Too early even for your very specific set of alarms.

Groggily, you sigh, accepting defeat and fumbling around for the device on your bedside table, cursing under your breath when you see who has woken you up much earlier than needed.

“What?” You groan, rubbing your eyes to chase away some sleep as you answer the FaceTime call.

“Hello to you too, sunshine,” Jack smirks at your screen, obviously incredibly pleased with himself.

You let out an exasperated sigh, looking at the time. "It’s 4:30, Jack. What do you want?”

Jack is practically beaming as you continue to squint at your phone's brightness.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided that if I’m awake, you’re awake.”

“Well, mission accomplished," you hiss at him, sitting up in bed, stretching your arms. "I'm awake now. Happy?"

“Ecstatic," Jack retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How are you even able to sleep? I’ve been up since Tuesday counting down every second.”

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing exactly how Jack gets when he's excited. "Well, some of us need our beauty sleep before we have to face the public.”

Jacks snorts. "Oh, believe me, baby, you don't need any more beauty sleep. You're already perfect."

You roll your eyes as far back as possible.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Hughes.”

He lets out another laugh as you crack a few muscles.

“Well, now you’re already awake-“

“Thanks to you.”

“You can get up and get ready because you have a very important flight to catch in 2 hours.”

You glance at the clock again, realizing that trying to sleep again is pointless, and now, despite the early hour, a surge of excitement fills your veins as the reality of the day ahead sinks in.

“You’re so annoying,” you say, sliding out of bed. “But I suppose it would be tragic if I did miss this flight“

You see Jacks's face drop a bit. “Don’t even joke. I think I’d die.”

You can't help but smile at his eagerness.

“J, it’s been forty-five days. You can wait a few more hours.”

He rapidly shakes his head. “Really don’t think I can“

The words melt your heart, and you can't help but feel another surge of excitement. "I miss you too, loser. Five hours, give or take.”

With a little more back and forth, you finally hang up the phone, the grogginess finally leaving you, and start your morning routine. Though you’re a little upset about the early wake-up, now you don’t have to rush, which is slightly lovely.

You shower, get dressed in comfortable travel attire, and double-check your bags to ensure you haven't forgotten anything important. As you go through the motions, your mind can't help but wander to the fact that in just a few hours, you’ll be at the lake house. The thought of surfing on the water, laughter-filled late bonfires, and being with your boyfriend again makes you giddy.

Time moves quickly, and soon enough, you're ready. You grab your suitcase and head out the door, heading to the airport and praying the day runs smoothly.

The airport is busy, but you navigate through check-in and security easily, and the excitement in the air is contagious. You find yourself grinning as you walk to your gate, and the many hours of separation are dwindling. Soon, you'll be reunited with the idiot you’ve missed so dearly.

You get coffee, and some snacks, find a comfortable spot, and less than an hour later, you board the plane. You find your seat, shoot off a text to Jack and turn on your shared playlist.

Minutes later, you’re in the clouds, and you feel yourself at peace for the first time in a while, so with a slight smile, you close your eyes and try to sleep just a little more.

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A shortish flight later, you barely step ten feet in the Delta terminal baggage claim when you get a text that immediately sends you into panic mode.

-I see u-

You snap your head to survey your surroundings and try your best to prepare yourself for the attack, but you know it’s futile. You’re proven correct when, within five seconds of seeing the text, you’re thrown to the ground, a hand coming to cover your mouth to silence your scream.

To onlookers, this may seem like a kidnapping attempt but not one single person even bats an eye as you’re wrestled to the dirty airport floor.

Jack makes quick work of laying his entire body weight on you and crushing you between his body and the floor. You struggle to breathe between your laughter and all the extra weight that is being dramatically laid out on your chest.

You both stay this way for a second and finally, you smack him in an attempt to push him off of you. He does, jumping up quickly and pulling you into a hug that crushes every bone in your body.

When he lets you pull back a little bit, you finally take in his face for the first time in over a month. His eyes are filled with happiness, and he smiles so hard you’re afraid his face might break open. You notice he hasn’t shaved; growing slightly along his jaw and upper lip is a little hair that has you immediately wanting to pull out the razor you know is somewhere in your checked bag.

“God, you hate it, don’t you?”

You realize you must have been staring a bit too long at his face, and laughter bursts from your lips.

“No, it’s um,” you pause, a teasing smile crossing your face. “It’s fine.”

Jack lets out a groan, pulling you into him and dropping his head into your neck.

“It’s coming off immediately,” he mutters, the light vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

After several seconds of sulking, Jack pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but his soft smile somehow grows even more, and he leans back to kiss your forehead.

You try your best not to melt, pulling him back for another hug. His grip is so tight, as if he thinks you might slip away.

You stay there for another few moments before he pulls back slightly, and both of his hands remove themselves from your waist and go to cup your face. He stares hard for a second, his beautiful green eyes scanning over every inch of your face until they stop at your lips, and after a moment, he connects yours together, and fireworks explode in your entire body.

You kiss him for a few seconds, then remember you’re in the middle of a crowded airport and pull back from his firm embrace. When you part, you see he’s got a slight smirk on his face that makes your heart stutter. He always is a little cocky and a whole lot clingy when you first see each other after a long time apart, but you love the combination.

With a playful grin, you nudge Jack's side and motion toward the exit. "Come on, Romeo. Let's get out of here, and let's save the rest of this reunion for the privacy of the Lakehouse, shall we?"

Jack chuckles and nods, intertwining his fingers with yours. Together, you find your checked bag and make your way through the bustling airport. You let him lead you to his parked car, and he opens the door for you, and you slide into the passenger seat of the Range Rover.

As Jack pulls out of the airport parking lot, you lean back in your seat, taking in the familiar sights of the city passing by. His hand rests on your thigh, and the drive to the lake house is filled with laughter, catching up on missed stories and stealing stolen glances at each other whenever the traffic allows.

You drive for a while, but you soon turn onto the familiar road leading to the Lakehouse. You’re practically bouncing in your seat when Jack pulls into the driveway, and before the car has even come to a complete stop, you're unbuckling your seatbelt when Jack quickly grabs you before you can rush out.

“Wait, (Y/N).”

You meet his eyes, and you can see all the love and longing in the world in his gaze. Without a word, he captures your lips in a tender, passionate kiss, sealing the moment and igniting a fire that had been smoldering within both of you during the time apart.

As you break the kiss, you can't help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of an epic summer. You feel yourself leaning back in, and your lips barely brush when what you assume is a ball hits the windshield in front of you. You both are a little shocked, but a smile breaks on your face when you see Luke standing about ten feet away, with his arms crossed, looking less than impressed.

“You guys wanna stop making out and come see everyone who’s been waiting just as long as Jack to see you?”

You laugh at his annoyed tone and move to get out of the car when Jack grabs you once more, stealing a quick peck and whispering in your ear.

“We’ll finish this later.”

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aihaitahm · 11 months

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hihi!! since ur accepting requests, i was wondering if u could do a make-out session/ about to have sex with blade, except the reader’s part of the cloud knights and they are actually in a secret relationship 🤭🤭

sorry if this doesn’t make sense,,, u can ignore this if u want 🙏🙏 have a great day ahead!

please… i dont wanna get caught!

blade x gn! reader

hope u like it anon<3

cw nsfwish? suggestive but no sex. hot makeout session. masturbation mentioned. public making out but literally no one is around. corruption kink + slight dumbfication.

you were on night duty as a cloud knight on xianzhou luofu. you usually would meet up with your lover, blade at this time to avoid anyone questioning about your behavior and to avoid being spotted. you have known each other since you both were in your younger years. you trust him and the stellaron hunters because you believe they are not the enemy however you have to keep multiple secrets because you serve the xianzhou alliance.

a sudden ding went out and it was your boyfriend texting you saying he is on his way to see you and how much he misses you and how his mission took so long.

after minutes of waiting, you saw a similar tall shadow that resembled your lover. you were about to greet him until he suddenly picked you up and pulled you into a kiss. how could you protest? its been 3 weeks since you both saw each other. oh how much you miss his touch and his scent. it drives you so crazy. it was terrible when you had to masturbate because he wasnt there to take care of you.

blade held you tightly on your waist ass as you were both kissing deeply. exploring the depths of his tongue while he nibbled on your lips. he then bit your plump cute lips hard enough to make you quietly moan. your lover smirks as he finds himself letting your body go to let it touch the ground and letting his hands explore all over you. large hands brushing against your erogenous areas as he lightly grinds his body onto you, making you whimper a little louder. soon enough, you both pulled away, strings of saliva still on your mouth and you were trying to catch your breath. red eyes travelling all over your body as he undresses you in his eyes. imagining how you would feel underneath him and how loud you will be for him. his imagination was interrupted when you scolded him.

“b-blade! im on duty right now we can do this later in the morning. i dont wanna get caught.”

“come on… nobody is out here. why not have a little fun while on your duty my love? i know you miss my touch.”

he pulled you close to him, waiting for your answer as he was staring into your eyes and taking in your hot, flustered mess. he finds you so adorable that he is very eager to make your oh so cute innocent blushing face turn into a moaning, bothered mess only thinking about his cock in you.

“fine… but make it quick please. i just dont wanna get caught but… i need you right now. i promise ill be quiet.”

“and i promise ill make it harder for you to be quiet.”

“blade!”

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only-angel-28 · 8 months

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1999, part four - final part!

oh my gosh. final part and what a surprise, she's a long one again💀💀ive loved writing this silly little series so so much and i love all of you very very much🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽please give me requests on what to write next bc my mind is completely blank rn, all i can think of is the cold war and bolsheviks from my history revison and i dont think they would make v good fics🤡🤡

lmk what you think of this part and your fav moments, enjoy!!

warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff, swearing

1999, part one

1999, part two

1999, part three

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conrad’s pov

Since Y/n is unable to hold a phone herself, I'm tasked with a lot, but I didn't fully realize the worry of her family until she had me working through each task with her.

No wonder she’s overwhelmed. The number of texts from Laurel, Mom, Belly, Jere and Steven she has to sift through in a given hour would drive anyone insane.

Or maybe I'm just going crazy by sitting this close to her. The smell of her coconut soap is permanently ingrained into my memory as she sits flush against me, pointing at different texts with her uninjured hand.

I can tell her nerves grow stronger as the Uber near the hospital.

Her knees bounce up and down as she dictates message after message I need to send, confusing me more and more with every word.

The work doesn't stop there. After we check in, a nurse hands us a clipboard filled with pages of information that need to be filled out. Y/n stares at it like it might catch on fire at any moment.

"Here." I pass it to her.

Her eyes shift toward the exit. "Will you help me please? I can't write like this." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.

"Okay. Tell me your answers and I'll write them down."

Her throat bobs as she scans the first line. It takes her far longer than necessary to read the first question.

"Do you mind reading the questions aloud for me? I'm too stressed to concentrate right now." Her overcompensating smile irritates me.

"Are you sure? Some of the questions are probably personal."

Don't be a dick. Just do what she says.

"I don't care.”

The rigid way she sits in her chair says the complete opposite.

She seems to be one minute away from breaking down, so I concede. I sigh as I grab the pen and get started on the first question. The paperwork doesn't take us as long as I anticipated, so Y/n and I sit together in silence. She stares at the exit longingly.

The way her eyes dart around the room as she gnaws on her bottom lip makes me feel merciful enough to save her from the anxiety eating her up inside.

“If it's any consolation, I hate hospitals too."

Her head swings toward the direction of my voice.

"Yeah?"

I nod. "Haven't been to one since…"

"I know." she says as she sees my chest heaves as I remember the millions of times we’ve been here before.

I keep my eyes focused on the soundless television playing in one corner.

Her good hand clasps onto mine and gives it a squeeze. I'm grateful she understands me enough not to ask any other questions. The idea of offering another raw part of myself feels like a betrayal of the years I've spent carefully developing a certain kind of persona.

"I hate them too." Her voice cracks.

"Why?"

She stares down at her swollen hand. “My dad…” She pauses, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze like she gave me. "Let's just say mom ended up in the ER a couple of times for being clumsy."

I take a deep breath to stave off the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And did you have issues with being clumsy?" If she says yes, I swear to God two men will end up floating in the Chicago River tonight.

She shakes her head rather aggressively. "No. No." My rapid heart rate can be heard through my ears. "If you were, you can tell me." While I can't promise I won't do anything about it, I can promise to make him hurt. A lot. With sulfuric acid or something, those pre-med studies are starting to come in handy now.

The overwhelming sense of protectiveness hits me hard, and I don't shy away from it. There is nothing I hate more than men who use their fists against innocent women and children.

"It never got to that point. Suze made sure of it." she says with a small smile.

"How?"

"She caught onto the signs and interfered before things got bad. Used her savings from my grandpa's life insurance policy to help Mom get a divorce and start a new life." A tear slips down her face, and I can't stand the sight of it.

I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, but the damp trail still lingers. A driving force inside of me wants to erase the sad look on her face. "Did her plan also happen to include a jug of sulfuric acid?"

She forces out a laugh. "I think concrete shoes were more in style back then."

I fake shudder. "Remind me to never make mom angry again."

"Forget her, you'd have to deal with me." She holds up her injured hand like a war trophy.

"I'm absolutely terrified."

"Miss Y/n?" a nurse calls out.

Y/n doesn't move at the sound of her name.

"That's you." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.

She sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at my hand.

Her chair nearly tumbles behind her as she bolts out of the seat, throwing her one good hand up in the air. "I'm here!"

The nurse leads us through the emergency room bay.

Individual beds line the wall, each area divided by a paper curtain.

The empty bed meant for Y/n is unacceptable. Between the person retching behind one partition and the individual on the other side hacking up their lung, I refuse to let her be seen here.

"I'd like my…my friend, to be taken care of in a private suite," I speak up. I know I sound snotty right now but honestly, I’ll be damned if I let her already horrible hospital experience get any worse.

The nurse grimaces as her gaze licks across my body. "This is a hospital. Not the Ritz. Take a seat and wait for the doctor like everyone else."

Y/n hops on the bed without any complaint, and I'm tempted to grab her and go elsewhere. The nurse doesn't seem the least bit bothered by all the noise happening around us as she checks Y/n’s vitals and asks some routine questions.

Y/n answers each one while chewing her bottom lip raw. This atmosphere couldn't put anyone at ease, least of all her.

The nurse hangs the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and I decide to try again.

"I'll pay whatever it takes to have her seen somewhere quieter. Money is no object."

The nurse only replies by shutting the paper curtain in my face.

Y/n laughs while I stare at the curtain, dumbfounded to be treated like this.

"You find this funny?"

She nods, her eyes alight for the first time all night. "Did you see her face when you said money is no object? I think if she didn't put the clipboard away, she would have slapped your face with it."

"It's not my fault she isn't accustomed to how things are done in the real world."

"Wake up baby. You're living in the real world." She waves around our room.

"It's terrifying." I say, looking away so she couldn’t see the blush that appeared on my face at the nickname.

"Come here. I'II make it better." Y/n pats the bed.

Doubtful, but I'm a glutton for giving her what she wants lately. Paper crinkles as I sit next to her. I take up most of the bed, giving her little room to get away from me. My thigh brushes against hers. She tries to scoot away, but there isn't enough space.

“Isn’t this cozy?" she quips.

I give her a small smile before she asks, “Hey! Let me see your tattoo.”

God I’d forgotten all about them. I move the collar of my shirt to show the two small ivy leaves we’d gotten. She gasps and gently touches my skin, “Oh my gosh it’s so pretty Connie.” she stares at it for a moment before I ask to see hers.

She lifts up her shirt on the side, exposing her ribcage and the two matching leaves.

“I can’t believe you agreed to get a Taylor Swift referenced tattoo with me Con.” she says as I admire the tattoo for a bit.

I smile until saying, “Hey I might be quiet and mopey but at least I have good taste in music.”

She softly smiles at me before eyeing the IV bag with horror before checking out the exit.

"What’s wrong?”

She leans closer to me and whispers, "Is now a bad time to admit I pass out whenever someone tries to stick a needle in me?"

My lips lift at the corners. I don't know why I find the idea hilarious, given her ability to watch eight consecutive hours of true crime documentaries without so much as flinching.

"You're afraid of needles?"

She sputters. "No. I'm not afraid. It just happens to be a bodily reaction I can't control."

“That's good then because the nurse needs to set you up with that IV when she comes back."

“No! Don't tell me that! I thought she was one of the good ones.”

I nod, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from laughing.

"She lied to me!" She bolts from the seat and would have tripped over her own heels if I didn't reach out and catch her.

*Careful." I place her back on the bed and decide to stand guard in case she gets any ideas to flee the scene.

Her eyes fit from me to the gap between two curtains, as if she is thinking how she can get past me.

"I'm joking.”

She scans my face for the truth before she slaps my shoulder with her good hand. "Asshole! I believed you!"

Laughter explodes out of me like a bomb, stunning her.

“Did you just laugh?”

"No."

“Yes." Someone calls out from the other side of the curtain.

“Now, do you mind shutting up? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here after having our stomach pumped."

Fuck this place and the people in here. "We're leaving."

"Not so fast. You can't leave before I check you out." The doctor strolls in and points at the bed with his clipboard.

Y/n remains tight-lipped as the doctor checks her chart. He asks her some questions about how she got hurt, all while staring me up and down like I'm the person she was trying to injure. She is taken away for a few scans, and my breathing doesn't return to normal until the nurse brings her back.

That should be my first sign that things are getting out of hand on my end. I'm inching closer to an emotional minefield without any kind of map, only one wrong step away from exploding.

The doctor checks the scans. "It looks like you have a boxer's fracture."

Her face brightens. "That sounds badass."

I glare at her. "Calm down, Muhammad Ali. I wouldn't count today as a victory by any means."

The doctor's eyes lighten. "Next time, avoid any initial contact on the fourth and fifth knuckles."

"Please don't encourage her."

The doctor shakes his head with a laugh before giving Y/n a detailed set of instructions regarding the healing time. I'm skeptical about the whole visit and, given the setting, doubtful about the level of care. I'll be damned if Y/n sustains permanent injuries because of Dean. My chest tightens at the idea.

“Great Thanks, Doc!" She hops off the bed, but I hold my arm out, stopping her

"I’d like a second opinion." The command bursts out of me without any rhyme or reason. Deep down, I know a boxer's fracture isn't the worst thing that could have happened. But things aren't right in my head where Y/n is concerned. At least not anymore.

Both of the doctor's eyebrows arch. "For a small fracture?"

"Don't mind him. He tends to be a bit overbearing." She shoots me a look as if I'm the crazy one out of the two of us.

"Okay..." the doctor says.

Maybe I am losing it because why else would I care?

You hate it when she cries.

You wouldn't mind murdering someone who hurt her.

You took her to the hospital even though you despise them with every fibre of your being.

The signs all point to one thing: our situation is quickly crumbling, and I'm the only one to blame.

Y/n interrupts my thoughts. "I'll be sure to wear the brace for a few weeks and avoid any kind of activities that could aggravate the injury."

"Perfect. And don't forget to schedule a follow-up visit with your physician. "The doctor gives me one last look before handing Y/n the discharge paperwork. "Nice meeting you."

"Will you help me with this?" She holds out the clipboard with her left hand as the doctor leaves.

I grab it from her and fill it out.

She checks the time on her phone. "Well, at least that didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm sure you're dying to get back home."

That's the scary thing. I didn't think about anything or anyone once during our entire time here because making sure she was taken care of was my only concern. I've spent the past seventeen years of my life thinking solely about my future, and all it took was one girl to make me completely forget about my responsibilities for a few hours.

As if that doesn't scare me enough, it only takes one glance at her makeshift brace to make my blood burn hot under my skin. I know exactly why her injury angers me more than anything else.

It's the same reason I feel the urge to push Jere away from her whenever he gets too close or the way I unexplainably need to see her whenever she is out of my sight for longer than a few hours.

You’re in love with her.

Fuck.

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y/n’s pov

We’re in an Uber on the way home, sitting in comfortable silence until Conrad breaks it.

“Why’d you get with Dean anyway?” My stomach doubles over.

Comfortable silence is so overrated.

I sigh. I’ve been dreading this question for ages now.

“I don’t know.” I answer vaguely.

Conrad gives me a puzzled look, “What do you mean you don't know? You must’ve had a reason.”

His restlessness gets me more agitated.

“I don’t know Conrad. I don’t know why I got with him, I don’t know why I was waiting on you for so long either.” I look out the window as the car stops in front of the house.

“What? What do you mean?” he says as I get out the car and speed up to the front door, taking the keys out of my pocket and refusing to carry on with this conversation anymore.

Conrad keeps yelling after me as he follows me upstairs to my room, both of us trying to ignore everyone else who joined Conrad and are trying to ask their own questions.

I slam my door shut and collapse on my bed hearing Conrad trying to calm everyone down and telling them everything that's happened until he asks them all to give me some space for now.

I cry in the silence as I hear everyone leaving from outside the door until it opens.

“Hey.”

Steven. Thank God.

“Steve…” I say sniffling.

He looks at me with a sad smile before sitting on the bed with me and taking me in his arms.

“Con told us everything,” he says after a few minutes of holding me, “did you really get a boxer's fracture?”

I laugh in tears before showing him my hand and saying, “You should see the other guy.”

Steven and I laugh together before going back to the silence as he hugs me.

“He really cares about you, you know.”

“No he doesn’t. He hates me. I yelled at him and now I’m crying here on my bed like an idiot.”

“Did he say anything to you?” Steven looks down at me.

I shake my head before saying, “He asked why I got with Dean.”

“Oh. That’s not too bad.”

“No it’s not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for Conrad for so long and I’m just sick and tired of always being there to help him get over his breakups when he’d be so much better off with me. I know I sound selfish and none of my reasons are justified but I just thought that after everything we’ve been through together, he’d maybe like me just a little bit.”

Steven hugs me again and softly says, “He does.”

After that almost everyone but Conrad came in to check up on me and make sure I was okay, making me feel even more guilty about being all emotional like this. It’s not until Susannah’s holding me and whispering sweet nothings that my eyes start to feel heavy.

I think I fell asleep after that, I don’t remember much except waking up to the sun shining its very unwelcome face in my eyes.

I step out of my room after freshening up and I’m about to make my way to the kitchen for food until I’m stopped by something in the hallway.

Or should I say someone.

“Conrad,” I bend down and stroke his hair out of his face, “Conrad wake up.” I say gently.

He stirs for a minute before sitting up and taking my hands in his.

“Have you been out here all night?” I ask.

“Yes.” he says in a raspy voice.

God that voice would make my knees give out if I wasn’t already on the floor with him.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

I sigh before he interrupts me, “Listen, I heard everything you said to Steven last night and I know I shouldn’t have and I was eavesdropping but I’m sorry it was by accident. And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time…I’ve already wasted a lot of it but just hear me out for ten minutes.”

“No.” I try to get out of his grasp.

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”

“No way.”

“Nine then.”

“Five.”

“Eight and a half.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

I pause, knowing that he won’t let me go anywhere before I hear him out.

“You don’t deserve seven seconds, let alone seven minutes of my time.”

“How about seven words then?”

I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I am falling in love with you.”

I blink up at him. Either I am still sleeping or I must have not heard him correctly because there is no way Conrad Fisher just admitted that he is falling in love with me.

Absolutely no fucking way.

Right?

I squeeze my eyes shut as if that can erase the words from my memory.

"You're joking.

"I'm not."

"This is just another part of your game." I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"It stopped being a game for me a long time ago."

"You're lying."

His brows pull together. "Ask me why I hate when people touch my bookshelf."

"Are you serious right now? What does that have to do with any of this?" I think back to his bookshelf he won’t let any of the others go near but loves to let me organise and re-organise each year.

"Because I did it for you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I read somewhere online that organising objects like books and things is good for people with anxiety, because then they can feel in control of something and know exactly what to expect especially if things are the same as they've predicted all the time. You love reading too, so I changed it. Bought all the books you like to read so that you’d stay and read with me more often. I forced everyone else out of my room and especially away from that bookshelf. All because I wanted to help you."

Emotions clog my throat, preventing my ability to reply.

What can I possibly say that could compare to that?

Conrad doesn't give me an option as he continues. "Want to know why I kept this plant you got me?" he says pointing to the small green cactus with “Don’t be a prick” written on the pot that we could see looking into his room from the hallway.

I nod.

"Because it was the first time someone got me a present that made me laugh."

If hearts could melt into puddles, mine would be liquified right about now.

I take a deep breath.

Remember what he did.

“Con that doesn't change anything you still ignored me for a whole year. Every time I tried to call you or text you, you’d just leave me on read or decline, and now you’re telling me you love me? Who does that?"

"Someone who doesn't understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance."

"You want me to give you a chance after everything? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He winces, and a bit of my anger fades away at his vulnerability.

"Intelligence has nothing to do with this."

"Easy for you to say when you're not the one who feels like a fool."

"Really? Because based on your reaction today, I'm feeling pretty damn foolish for ever admitting that I'm falling in love with you." He gets up off the floor, leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.

"Con..." I reach out, but he takes a step back.

My eyes sting from his rejection. It hurts.

“I’m not asking you to love me back. I don't expect that and I'm not sure if I ever will because I'm the furthest thing for lovable. I'm selfish, and rude, and don't know the first thing about being in a proper relationship with someone. But that doesn't mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me."

How am I supposed to be angry at him when he thinks he is unlovable?

A pain rips through my chest at the thought of him talking about himself this way.

I get up off the floor and walk straight into his chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around my waist, holding me even tighter.

"Just because you make selfish choices doesn't mean you're a selfish person. At least not completely."

This boy had been there for Belly, Steven, me and Jere for years without any kind of payback, especially when Susannah was going through her cancer and despite feeling an immense amount of pain himself, he shoved all his emotions aside so that he could be there for us. For me. If that isn't a selfless sacrifice, I don't know what is.

"Your logic is half-baked at best."

"So is yours, seeing as you called yourself unlovable."

His body tenses. "I'm stating facts."

"I don't know what bullshit your father told you over the years, but it's not true. Your brother loves you."

"He’s obligated to."

"No one is obligated to love someone else. Blood or not."

He takes a deep breath. "You're right."

I smile up at him. "I could get used to hearing those words."

He reaches up and cups my cheek. "Give me a chance and I'll tell you them every single day."

I sigh and look away. "I don't know.”

"Tell me what's stopping you."

"You don't do relationships."

“Good thing our feelings lead us here rather than our minds, and mine are willing to try then."

I avoid his penetrating gaze. "What if my feelings are telling me to run?”

“It's cute you think you can outrun me, but I'll give you a head start just to make things interesting." he smiles down at me.

"Do you always have an answer for everything?"

"Not for the one that matters most." The way he looks at me stirs up something deep inside of me.

Longing. I want to give him a chance, regardless of the potential fallout.

You might get hurt.

I might, but I might miss out on something special because I’m too afraid of the what ifs. I'm done being that person. Even if it means getting hurt, I'd rather try and fail than never try at all.

I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips against his.

He holds me tight against his chest, as if he is afraid of letting me go.

I pull away, only to clasp onto his chin. "This could be a disaster, but I'm willing to try."

He shuts me up by pushing his lips against mine, sealing our new deal. The way he kisses me is different than any time before. He cups my face with the palms of his hands as his lips mold against mine, teasing me until I feel dizzy. His thumb brushes across my cheek back and forth, and heat rushes down my spine straight to my belly. He makes me feel cherished. Protected.

Loved in a way that makes me never want to come back down to reality.

I could spend forever being kissed like this and still feel like it isn't enough. While Conrad might not be the best with words, his kiss says it all.

He is falling in love with me. And I’m falling in love with him. No translation necessary.

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ahh i cant believe its finished omg😔💔...

anyways, onto the next one😍🙏

again please lmk what you think of this and please give me requests on what to do next!!

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myluvrrhea · 2 months

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Moonlight on a river 2/2

Pairings - Damian priest x Fem!Reader

Word count - 0.7k

Warning - Hurt/Confort, Fluff/ Angst

NOT PROOFREAD. Part 1

Damians POV

I walked into The Judgment Day’s locker room, getting ready for my match. But I noticed the atmosphere felt different. Dom and Finn were mostly quiet. They were never this way before?

“Guys tell me whats up why are you two so quiet?” I asked.

Dominik scratched his head as Finn opened his mouth to answer me.

“Look man we’ll talk after the promo,” Finn and Dominik both walked past me as I stared at them in shock.

After the promo , me , Finn , and Dominik walked back stage. Back to our locker room. I tried not to let my confusion get into the way of the promo, but I ofter found myself zoning out whole thinking about it. They had never acted this way towards me , so what made their feelings change?

I sat down on the locker room bench as I waited for Finn and Dominik to talk.

“Look we know about the Y/N situation..,” Dominik spoke first.

“And we dont think what you did was valid man , I mean did you know what happened to her mom that day, and the fact you put the weight of a breakup on her is just cruel..” Finn chimed in.

I felt confused.

“What happened with her mom?” I asked.

Dominik sighed as he began to speak.

“She got into a car crash — A drunk driver is what she said.”

“Look the only reason we know this is because Rhea told us about. After she texted Rhea about the breakup, and she repeated what you said— she just broke down man,” Dominik had a sour look on his face , meanwhile Finn turned away from them both.

Then the realization hit me. Thats why her eyes were so red. She had been carrying a hard weight in her shoulder. And when I broke up with her , that was just the cherry in top. A heavy weight of guild filled my mind as Finn and Damian told me what had happened. By the end , I knew I had to talk to her. Make things right. That was the least I could do, I thought to myself.

Your POV

I layed in bed , curled up as a thick blanket covered my body, when I heard a key unlock the front door. My face morphed into confusion as I sat up from my curled up position in the bed. Soon enough I heard the door to now my own bedroom creak open. I felt my stomach drop as I saw a worried face. His face.

End of your Pov

He didn’t understand how you felt until he saw it. When Damian had walked into the bedroom , he first saw your worried and confused expression. Your eyes were bloodshot red and had darker spots under your eyes.

“W-why are you here?” You asked. Your voice was shakey. Fragile. Like you could break any minute.

As you looked down, Damian came closer to your sitting figure. His hands found its place on both sides of your head. Making you look up at him.

“I came to apologize. I didn’t know it was this bad — and I really messed up. I just want you to know it was a mistake. Ive been a mess these few days and I thought about coming back.. I did and when Dom and Finn told me what happened I knew I had to come back”.

“I know i messed up, just please ill do better this time. Im so sorry.” He finally completed his rambling as a tear rolled down onto your cheek.

“I don’t know if I could trust you so easily, b-but ill try. I just need you to regain my trust. Day by day.” You replied as Damian blinked away the tears that threatened to drop from his eyes.

“I wanna make it up to you even if its little.” He said.

He opened his mouth to speak again. “Cmon let’s go eat dinner , and we could take a bth if you would like to?”

I nodded as a sign of okay , and he went downstairs to get the food for us ready. A small smile found its way to my face as I finally felt joy enter my body. I was happy to finally have Damian back. You felt better already.

A/N 💬 - Im sorry this is kinda short!! But im trying to get requests done im sorry for how late its going just know im trying 💕

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halfmoondaze · 2 years

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Can I request a Jack Harlow fic angst filled pls.. I’m thinking Jack and reader have a child together but after months of Jack promising he would never put anything above you both Jack is back hanging in the club and just getting really busy with his career. So you end things with him and decide it’s time to co parent so you can move on and find someone to settle down with.

Jack is so upset and every time he comes to pick up your kid he lingers to try and have a chat and find out how your doing but your not saying much at all. You then see on your phone that Jack has been pictured out with a new woman AND your kid and you lose it because Jack never even told you about this woman. So next time Jack comes round to visit your in full glam getting ready for a double date with your best friend. But maybe the reader rings Jack at like 2am because the blind date has gone wrong and Jack comes to help? Idk maybe a silly idea lol thanks if you do write it

author's note: thanks for requesting. i hope you dont mind me making a few changes to it. but I hope you like it

"Fuck" Jack sighed when he saw the 7 missed texts and 3 missed calls on his phone from Y/N.

He said he'll be here this time. One of the many empty promises he did, and Y/N wasn't sure why she still expect him to change.

It seemed like Y/N and Jack had this conversation over and over again. At first, it was always these explosive arguments where Y/N would grow frustrated at Jack. And he knew better than to say something, so he would just bite his tongue to avoid saying something he'll regret afterward. But he knew she was right.

As he entered their shared apartment, he glanced at the clock on the wall. 4 am. As he walked through the house he found a note on the kitchen counter. dinner is in the microwave.

He sighed in frustration as he ran his hands through his curls. He wished Y/N would give him a sign that she still wanted to fight for their relationship, but I guess he couldn't blame her because is not like he's been keeping his promises for a while now.

He quietly walked to their shared bedroom and crept inside to find y/n opening her eyes as soon as she felt his presence.

He walked to the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry I woke you" he whispered.

"It's ok, I was waiting for you"

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time"

Y/N just sighed as she sat on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight. I don't think I even have the energy to do so anymore. But I think we should take a break"

"What?" he said taken back by what she was saying.

"Jack, we're clearly not on the same page here. I've been waiting for the past six months for you to change. For things to get better and for you to be more present. And to be honest, I feel like I'm running in circles in here"

"Y/N-"

"Wait, please let me finish" she said calmly. "I love you, I really do, and I always will. But we continue like this I'm afraid I would grow to hate you and I don't want to do that"

She choked on her words as tears started falling from her eyes.

Jack took her hand and gently stroked it.

"I would always love you. You gave me a beautiful daughter which is the most perfect thing I've ever done. But I can't carry on like this, I really can't"

"Y/N, it doesn’t have to be this way. I can change, I promise things would get better, I just need to-"

"Jack, I got tired of fighting and you got tired of trying. It's just not working anymore. We have to face reality. It's too late" she said stroking his cheek.

It was over.

The following months were hard, but you and Jack were finally at a point in your relationship where the two of you were civil with each other, which made co-parenting very easy and smooth. He would come to pick up Aitana on the weekends, with exceptions when he was on tour obviously, while she would stay with you during weekdays.

You answer the doorbell to find Jack standing at the other side of the door.

"Hey Jack, Aitana should be down any minute"

"Yeah" he said. "So, how you've been?"

You were taken back by his sudden interest in your life.

"I've been good, thanks for asking"

"So is there a lucky guy-"

"Daddy!"

Y/N sighed in relief.

Aitana came running to Jack's arms.

"Hey bubs, ready for a long weekend just the two of us?"

"Yeah" she squealed in excitement.

"Ok, say goodbye to your mom"

"Bye mommy" Aitana said leaning into Y/N and kissing her on the cheek.

"Goodbye sweetie, have fun"

"Y/N"

"Jack"

Then she closed the door behind her.

That night, Y/N invited her best friend, Rowan, to stay over. They ordered Thai food and watched re-runs of Sex & the City while catching up.

"Wait, so you got tickets to see Hamilton?"

"Yeah, Norman surprised me with them over dinner last night"

"That's nice, where did he take you?"

"Redbird. By the way, I'm glad you and Jack are on good terms. I saw him with a woman and Aitana, sitting a few tables away from me. I didn't know you were all on such good terms, I could never-"

"What? What woman?"

"A red-haired girl, she seemed close to Aitana. Wait, I thought you knew…"

Y/N was beyond pissed. They had finally reached a point where Aitana was just getting used to her parents being divorced, and he was already introducing their daughter to some woman. Without consulting her first…

Friday night came faster than you expected. You were currently putting on your earrings when you heard the doorbell.

"Coming" you said while walking to the door.

You opened the door to find Jack standing by the other side of the door, stunned by seeing Y/N all dolled up.

"Aitana would be down in a few seconds"

"You look great, any special occasion?"

"Oh, I'm going on a double date"

"A date? with who?"

Y/N arched her brow not expecting him to be so interested in your dating life.

"His name is Craig, we've been on a few dates. Why the sudden interest?"

"Because I would like to know the person you're dating before I let you introduce him to my daughter?"

"Your daughter?" you asked in disbelief crossing your arms.

"Y/N, you know what I mean"

"No, I don't. In fact, I don't think you are one to make that decision considering you being going around with your girlfriend and our daughter without consulting me first"

"What are you talking about?"

"Rowan saw you on Redbird, with a redhaired woman and Aitana"

Jack looked at Y/N like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Y/N, I can explain-"

"I don't wanna hear it Jack, I'-"

At that moment, you got a text from Craig.

"I have to go, they are already here. The door key is below the plant pot. Make sure to close when you leave"

Before he could say something, she was gone.

It was 2 am when Jack's phone went off.

He glanced at the screen to see it was Y/N.

"Y/N is everything ok"

Y/N immediately started silently crying when she heard the concern in his voice.

"Jack, um… I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be calling this late"

"No, no, no, it's ok. What happened?"

"It's Craig. After Rowan left with her date, this random guy that was passing by made a flirty comment about me and he got pissed at me for not saying anything and humiliated me in front of the whole restaurant"

Jack was fuming at what he just heard but remained composed to avoid unsettling her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm outside the restaurant"

"I'll come and get you"

"What about Aitana?"

“She’s asleep. I’ll just bring her along in the car”

She could hear the keys through the phone.

“Jack?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in a few”

After that, Y/N hung up.

When Jack pulled into the restaurant, he saw Y/N standing alone outside like a lost puppy.

“Hey” he said in a tender tone of voice as soon as she climbed to the passenger seat.

The shift of energy and Jack’s act of kindness triggered her because at that moment she broke into tears.

Jack wasted no time and pulled her into his embrace and let her cry on his shoulder.

After a few minutes, she calmed down and Jack proceeded to drive back to his apartment.

“Jack, I thought you were taking me home”

“I didn’t want you to be by yourself, just because we are not together anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care about you” he said before opening the door and taking Aitana into his arms.

When you got inside, Jack put Aitana to bed, while you stood by the doorway.

“I’ll get you some clothes for you to change, you can sleep in my room”

“No, that won’t be necessary, I can sleep on the couch”

“No, of course not. I can’t have you sleeping on the couch. Just take my bed. Is ok, really” he said kissing the top of her head before heading to his room to get some clothes for Y/N.

The following morning Y/N got up early after taking a shower. She walked through the living room, only to find Jack making breakfast.

“Hey”

“Leaving so soon?” he asked softly with a hint of hurt in his voice.

“I don’t want to confuse Aitana, and get her hopes up”

“Then it shouldn’t be that way. We can give it another try”

“Jack, you’re dating someone”

“I’m not. Well, not anymore. You were right, I should’ve never introduced her to Aitana without your knowledge, that was fucked up. When she started pressuring me about putting her needs above Aitana’s, I knew I needed to put an end to it. Besides, I only did that because I was trying to get over you” he sighed. “I know I fucked everything up when I let you leave. You just wanted me to be more present and I couldn’t even do that. And I know you have given me countless chances to prove myself and even though I don’t deserve any of them, would you consider giving us another chance?”

Y/N couldn’t even lie to herself. She wanted this as much as he did.

“Ok” she softly said.

“Serious?”

Y/N nodded in response smiling from ear to ear.

Jack close the gap between them and cupped her face with his hands and pulled her into a kiss.

And just like that, they were together again. The way it was always meant to be.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #jackman thomas harlow #dad!jack #jack harlow fic #writerblr

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sammie217 · 1 month

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“dont leave me please my love come back to me.”

you were on the couch with seungmin watching a show he was leaving for tour and hell he was stressed..

“Y/N can you please get off of me?” seungmin said annoyed

“but you leavee for the plane in like 10 minutes!!” you whined

“just get off of me!” he said a bit too loud

“jeez im right here no need to yell.”

“yeah yeah whatever” he said even more annoyed

“i gotta head out now the driver is here” seungmin stood up

you gave him a back hug 🤗

“ill miss youu call me everyday okay?” you said tearing up

“yeah yeah okay bye.” he said and left

You:

hey minniee mll did u land safe?

seen

hello?

seen

minnie answer me please?

seen

puppy 🐶

Y/N im busy please shut up.

ill text you when i can stop being clingy

bye.

you:

oh okay bye love you stay safe!!

seen

a few days passed nothing from seungmin the only reason you weren’t worried was because Felix and Hyunjin were keeping you updated about his health

you were driving to work suddenly your car went crazy you crashed into a tree

death time 9:45am.

“we called her parents we couldn’t get a hold of them” the nurse said

“can you check her emergency contacts?” the doctor asked the nurse

“yeah definitely i will be right back” the nurse replied

Emergency contacts:

sunshine

father of the group

ferret

foxinnie

puppyyy bf 🐶

quokkaa

gym buddie

soonie doongi and doris father

“try calling her boyfriend” the doctor told the nurse

“alright”

on call:

“hello who is this?” seungmin asked

“hello its H/N and sorry to deliver you this news on the phone but Y/N L/N has passed away in a car accident please get here as soon as possible thank you”

his heart dropped he fell on his knees tears in his eyes

“seungmin who was it?” chan asked while getting ready for their concert

“hey hey whats going on?” chan got up from his chair

“get me a flight back to seoul please.” seungmin cried

“we cant go back yet what about the concert?” chan asked suprised

“SCREW THE CONCERT Y/N IS DEAD CHAN.” seungmin yelled while crying

“y-your joking right?” chan asked while also tearing up

“ I wish i was.” seungmin whisperd

“ i need to go back chan im taking the car” he got up and grabbed the keys and left

instead of the drive taking an hour it took him 30 minutes he was driving way too fast

he got to the hospital

“i need to see Y/N L/N” seungmin said while breathing heavily

“room 325” the women replied bored

he ran to room 325

there you were lying down on the bed with your silky hair and pink lips

he ran to you kneeled down and held your hand

“im sorry im sorry im sorry for treating you like shit before i left im sorry for being cold please dont leave me” he cried while holding your hand

“dont leave me please my love come back to me.”

this turned out so rushed help i start school again in 2 days im studying my ass off 😔

#skz stay #kpop #stray kids #skz angst #angst #sad fanfiction #( i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget ; ooc )

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Out East

A/N: First Logan Delos fic :)

Pairing: Logan Delos x GN!Reader

Content: Fluff, Rich Boy Logan doing Dumb Stuff ™️, Reader is sometimes illiterate when texting, Logan’s relapse, Ex Addict!Reader (Ambiguous addiction), Slightly Suggestive content

Synopsis: In which one wrong text gets sent all the way across to the West Coast and maybe you might just end up falling for him

POV: Kinda blurred since it’s most snippets of texting, but at the end it’s second.

10:43pm EST | 7:43pm PDT | 8/1/20XX

Y/N: You are an absolute ass and I cannot believe you could be that foolish. If I ever see you again I will castrate you on sight, do not ever cheat on anyone else ever again because I will be hunting you down if you hurt anyone else. From the darkest pits of my heart I want you to know that I despise every fibre of your being.

Unknown Number: Uh sorry do I know you?

Y/N: Cut the bullshit Nick, it’s not funny and it won’t get you out of this

Unknown Number: My name’s Logan and I’m definitely not a cheating piece of shit, while I may sleep with men and women quite a bit cheating is in my eyes disgusting

Y/N: Oh my god I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number

Logan: You’re fine, why don’t you talk to me a little more, get it off your chest?

3:28pm EST | 12:28 PDT | 4/12/20XX

Logan: What are you up to?

Logan: N/N, answer me I’m bored

Y/N: I’m at work Lo, can’t it wait?

Logan: We’ve barely spoken since New Year’s day, I wanna bug you more

Y/N: Co-depencdmcy isn’t a good look on you

Logan: Sunce when can’t you spell? Aren’t you an English major?

Y/N: I’m tryg nt two get caghut by my bss

Y/N: Shit

Logan: Aw sugar look at you, all lost and confused

Y/N: 🖕

1:53am EST | 11:53am PDT | 21/2/20XX

Y/N: Are you awake?

Logan: Yeah, why are you? I mean I know you’re from the city that never sleeps but come on. Be original

Y/N: I got fired

Y/N: I didn’t wanna tell you but I’ve blown through all my savings and I’m lost Logan

Y/N: Fuck I’m so scared Logan

Logan: Hold on give me a minute

Y/N: ?

*Logan has transferred $10,000 to Y/N’s Account*

Logan: That should keep you afloat for a while

Y/N: ?!

Y/N: What the fuck?! Where’d you get this money?! Howd you know my account number?! Logan!!!???

Logan: Relax, it’s not blood money or anything. I work for Delos, it’s family money and I don’t know your account number I paid because your phones connected to your account, it’s simple.

Y/N: Logan that’s far too much

Y/N: Take it back

Logan: You need it, besides my family won’t notice. Rather it help you out than go to waste. Put it towards bills, rent, groceries. Maybe even buy yourself a thing or two

Y/N: I hate you

Logan: Love you too baby

9:31pm EST | 6:31pm PDT | 18/3/20XX

Y/N: What are you having for dinner?

Logan: Probably just order a pizza

Y/N: Great idea

Logan: You haven’t eaten yet? Come on baby, you need to eat

Y/N: I was writing an article and got distracted, besides now we can have dinner together, if you wanna facetime..?

Logan: Sure thing sugar

6:45am EST | 3:45am PDT | 24/4/20XX

Logan: Sugar..?

Y/N: Lo, it’s so early what are you doing up?

Logan: Plese dont be md at me

Y/N: Talk to me, what happened?

Logan: I relsped nd my dad kcked me out ahain

Y/N: Oh Lo honey, talk me through it, what made you want to relapse?

Logan: ssters stupid fisnce mde a cmment on md ahain, how m alwys fcking up and i jst couldn’t take it. so i fond some of thm laying around and just did it, m sory sygr

Y/N: Hon, don’t be sorry okay? You’re okay. Relapses happen, it’s a true and unfortunate way of life. I’ve relapsed plenty of times before I fully recovered and now I’ve been sober for nearly 7 years. I’m gonna be here every step of the way okay?

Logan: oky, i love yoj

Y/N: I love you too Logan, you’re my best friend

Logan: no, nt just as a fridn. i love you. wanna get yu on top of me and hve you ride me. wnt u to fuck me unilt i cnt walk straihht

Y/N: Logan honey you’re high, you aren’t thinking properly at the moment

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 23/5/20XX

Logan: Hey sugar?

Y/N: Hm?

Logan: Can we talk about something?

Y/N: Sure, what’s up?

Logan: So it’s almost been a month since, yknow, the relapse. I was wondering if we could maybe call tomorrow?

Y/N: Oh my god it is, we’re definitely celebrating tomorrow. You should be so proud of yourself Lo!!! This is a huge first step. We can call and group watch something on Netflix?

Logan: It’s a date

Y/N: 🤍

1:11pm EST | 10:11pm PDT | 6/6/20XX

Y/N: My boss is a dick oh my god I’m gonna off myself

Logan: Baby what’s up?

Y/N: I’ve pulled overtime 5 times this week and he’s asked me yet again on a fucking saturday night!!! All I wanna do is go curl up and die on my couch

Logan: Sounds like an asshole

Y/N: Not to mention he’s a huge perv and a misogynistic dick

Logan: Just tell him you’re not going to, if you get fired again then I’ll just send you some money, you shouldn’t have to worry about this shit

Y/N: Shit you’re amazing Lo

11:21pm EST | 8:21pm PDT | 17/7/20XX

Lo💚: Hey sugar, just got back from another Westworld trip so I’m all yours again

Y/N: Lo!!! I’ve missed you so much. I quit my job btw, can’t stand working in that environment anymore. So I’ve just been working on my novel and lounging at home

Lo💚: How are your savings going? Need some extra cash?

Y/N: Is this what having a sugar daddy is like?

Lo💚: Nah, having a sugar daddy would include me having you bent over. Since that’s not happening this is just two friends helping the other out

Y/N: If you keep talking about fucking me Im gonna hold you to that

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 24/8/20XX

Lo💚: What are eating?

Y/N: This

Y/N: Happy four months Lo, I’m so fucking proud of you. You’ve done so well

Lo💚: Sugar.. you didn’t have to do that

Lo💚: Wait hold on someone’s at my door

Lo💚: I totally forgot I told you my address, oh my god sugar this is too much

Y/N: It’s a big day Lo, I’m gonna celebrate every single milestone for you. Just like my family did for me

6:27pm EST | 3:27pm PDT | 19/9/20XX

Lo💚: I miss you

Lo💚: If we worked together I’d have you cockwarm me while I did my paperwork

Y/N: LOGAN

Lo💚: It’s true, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want you, all to myself. I don’t do affection, I don’t do any of this shit but you, I wanna do it for you

Y/N: Let’s just.. wait until we meet in person

Lo💚: So we’re definitely going to see one another in person?

Y/N: Fuck

9:14am EST | 6:14am PDT | 7/10/20XX

My Man: Howd you sleep?

Y/N: Lo, you don’t need to wake up early to talk to me

My Man: I woke up from a nightmare, wanted you. What’s your plans for today?

Y/N: Don’t think I’m not gonna ask abo it the nightmares Lo, but as far as my plans go, seeing as I no longer need to work because my best friend has been providing for me. I’m gonna work on my novel, wanna write at least 5K today. Maybe go to the gym? I need to get going regularly, watch some tv, I also need to get some groceries delivered, double check my security system, the usual.

My Man: The nightmares were just the same as always. But why do you need to double check the security?

Y/N: My neighbours apartment got broken into. Sent me into a spiral so I’m double checking to be safe

My Man: Yknow I got a place in New York, penthouse apartment up in Central Park West. Why don’t you move in there?

Y/N: Why wiuld you have a place in New York?

My Man: Thinking about moving their, they wanna expand Delos and I’ve got something for me in New York. My family all thinks I’m a failure anyway, if I came to the east coast I’d have you. So move into the penthouse, set it up for us

Y/N: Lo… that’s far too much

My Man: It’s not, I told you. I want you, when I come to New York I want you waiting for me. I’m shit at expressing my feelings, I’ve always been the disappointment. When I got into drugs my family only cared cause it ruined their image. I’m going to come for you baby

12:20pm EST | 9:20am PDT | 3/11/20XX

Y/N: Happy birthday baby

My Man: What did you call me?

Y/N: Baby, you call me sugar all the time I thought maybe I’d try it

My Man: God I love you, so fucking much. Just wait, as soon as I can I’m coming to you sugar

11:34pm EST | 8:34pm PDT | 25/12/20XX

Y/N: I’m so tired, merry christmas baby

Baby Boy: Merry christmas sugar

Y/N: Did you get my present?

Baby Boy: Yes I did, I loved it. You’re an excellent writer, so proud of you for getting published

Y/N: You made it happen, how’s the Delos Christmas party?

Baby Boy: It sucks, but the old man gave me the green light for opening a department in New York so guess who’s gonna be seeing you very very soon darling?

Y/N: Oh my god!! I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see you Logan

You were waiting excitedly in the airport, bouncing on your toes as you waited to catch a glimpse of Logan. When he had messaged you before his flight all you could think of was finally being in his arms. Logan had sent you a lot of photos before and your favourites were when you could see his lean figure. He was healthy and pretty muscular all things considered. When you were helping him get sober you suggested started going to the gym. Since you suggested it he’s been going four times a week and it suits him.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist covering you eyes. It pulled you from your head and you knew exactly who it was. A pair of lips kissed your neck gently and it was warm, as well as slightly wet.

“Guess who sugar?”

You turned around, jumping in Logan’s arms and nearly tackling him to the ground. Hands made their way to his face and you pulled his lips towards you. If you weren’t in public you’re sure both of you would have torn each other’s clothes off then and there.

“Let’s get your stuff, get to the apartment and show each other how excited we are huh?”

The statement had Logan hardening against you. He nodded and you both rushed off to find his luggage. After getting in the car his hand had dashed to your leg, holding you in any form possible. Logan lived for the contact and he was going to hold on to you forever.

#logan delos x reader #logan delos #logan delos fluff #logan delos comfort #ben barnes characters #ben barnes #ben barnes imagine #westworld imagine #westworld #delos

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hirik0 · 1 month

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Back to you part 6

Makarov/Yuri

When Yuri wakes up he's in an awful mode his alarm is way to loud and happend way to early. Working for Makarov? Forget it! Why did he even thought that's a good idea in the first place? This also means his plan to get Jack a phishing link also needs to change, god fucking damm it. He groans covering his eyes with his left arm, the sun is to bright, he sleeped to less, his throat hurt and has a cut and he has a video call with his lawyer in 30 minutes and the worst problem he has is that Makarov will be at his doorstep or a killer send by him at anytime. He more falls out the bad then rolling and he just want to sleep a littel longer. First thing he needs to cover the bandags around his throat, like his laywer can't see this, so he searches for a scarf or a turtle neck in his closet, nearly not finding either. In his hast he nearly dressed in the dress shirt with blood on the collar. Rushing half dressed, who needs pants if everybody is only seeing the upper half of your body, to the kitchen, where he nearly drops his full coffee cup. He will go back to bed after this call, nothing good will happen to him today. The call also starts in the worst way possible, his laywer looking clearly displeased before she drops this bomb question on him. "Did you sent anyone to intimate your husband?", Lucy Harris is asking him looking angry. "No", Yuri answers being confused by the question, to tiered to even entertain whi she even could refer too. "Well I had a phone call if your ex husbands laywer yesterday and they told me that you sent somebody to provoke him in his favourite bar to get a better case to divorce him." Yuri frowns taking a sip of his coffee trying to get his brain to work. "When was that?", he asks he would remeber if he ask anybody to do this. "The night you were in Moscow with your old friend." Yuris frown gets bigger at this what is she talking about. The realisation hits him like a train, she's talking about Makarov. "I never asked anybody to piss of Jack. If this person was there it was their desition and I don't have anything to do with it." "Well it would be good when it don't happen again." "Of course, I will talk to him." A fat lie because Makarov would do it anyway, especially now that they are fighting. "Good, well they are still push the dates for mediation around so their is honestly not much we can do for now, I can complain to the court over this of course, but I don't think it's to much if an issue now", she explains and Yuri just nods along money is not really an issue sure it sucks but thanks to Zakheav he actually has some really good paying jobs on the line. He also needs the time to adjust his plan now that... oh oh genius of course that can work perfectly. Getting Makarov of Jack with the fake Instagram perfect genius, if he dont get killed later this day. "Of course that sounds great", Yuri says to something he only half listened. And soon after the call ends, what means he can just go back to sleep for few more hours or till Makarov kills him.

Makarov didn't even sleep yet, breathing hurts and well nobody said he can't do work from the bed. So just simply started working. Going through the information he had on the last gig before 141, Europoles new wunder weapon against organisation crime, fucking losers in his opinion, confiscated half of his weapon shipment. Who was on it, who know what who is the mole? He even didn't most analog, do no text, no mails and somebody still got information out, the tablet he uses right now can't even connect to the Internet. Oh this rat will suffer, touring him will be so fun, so satisfying, but he first need to smoke them out. His eye burn from exhaustion, he's getting a nasty stress headache. Circulation a few false information, drawing the circel closer and closer like a shark swimming around a seal hiding on a rock, before taking the lethal bit. But he also need somebody on the outside, somebody that can keep track of what false information is circulating and who was told what, he can always ask Milena he made her husband fall on a knife 8 time after all and she is also profiting from his buisness in more indirect ways, but he dont want to. Everyone knows that he and Milena are close so his men will be careful around her he needs a new face. He lets himself fall back against the pillows when his mind sets on Yuri. Yuri would be perfect, few people know him, he could join easly, well till last night he would say he can trust him, but not with the Zahkeav situation. He's honestly not even angry at Yuri anymore well maybe still a littel bit, but he's now mostly angry at Victor Zakhaev how did he even found Yuri? Depending on what he will learn at 3 pm there are probably a lot of persons trying to recruit Yuri to work for them exclusively. But Yuri is his, only his.

He sits in his office the pain meds finaly working. Waiting for Paval, his man for cyber crime what makes a good stable amount of money every year. Yuri claimed he sometimes sold to Pavel and well truth soon will be discovered. Pavel looks pale when he walks in as to be aspected, being called in by the boss with out given a reason is usally a very bad sign. His hands are slightly shaking when he sits down ready to throw a subordinate under the bus if needed. "What can you tell me over the Magpie, Pavel?", Makarov asks enjoying the effect he has on the other man. "His malware is amazing, but the windows you can buy from him are rare, he sometimes even offers to write custom programs for the right amount of money, but nobodyever could confirm that. His work is good, he's on time, I always buy something when his shop is open." Makarov nods along so if Yuri is who he claims to be he is a very valuable asset to the organisation. "What do you know about him?" Pavel frowns that is the whole point of him only selling a few times a year is to make sure he can't be found that easy, there is only one think that is seen as confirmed that he must work on cyber security. A insider making money on the side with crime. "He works in cyber security, besides that he's hiding his identity very well. Makarov frowns at this so how did Zakheav found him then? Pavel starts to sweat under the angry gaze of his boss, not sure if he is of the hook or not. "Would you reconices his work?", Makarov asks having to suppress a yawn, he needs more coffee. "I even have some of his latest work to directly compare it to anyone that claims to be the Magpie", Pavel nearly wispers not wanting to unleash Makarovs anger on himself. "Perfect, be prepared to do so, you can go now." With this Makarov dismisses Pavel who has the feeling he's a gazelle getting away from a very hungry lion. So he walks out of the place as fast as he can without looking like he's running. Makarov makes himself another coffee he really wants a drink, but he don't mixes medication with alcohol, the risk of accidently killing himself out of stupidity. That would be embarrassing because he's the man with at least 5 back up plans, the man that knows how to use legal grey zones for his advantage, the one never been pinned down for the big crimes, always getting away. Not for a lag of trying and the 141 is becoming a pain in his ass, Captain John Price had a interesting team. His attack dog Simon 'Ghost' Riley who lost his whole family because of a cartel, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick his protégé since he finished college with degree in forensics, the hard to kill Gary 'Roach' Sanderson who lost his voice in a undercover mission he barely survived and the new guy John 'Soap' MacTavish who before worked in the bomb squad. Not to forget his supporters behind the scenes Nikolai somebody that left crime to become a police officer, Kate Laswell and Alex Keller that are their contacts to Interpol, Shepard leader of a anti drug unit of the several US agencies and his attack dog Graves who is in lead in the fight against Mexican Cartels.

He takes a sip from his coffee if he had to bet money on it he would put it on Graves having installed a mole. He's actually know for doing highly questionable undercover missions, most aren't as lucky a Sanderson and survive when the cover is ultimately blown. 141 stared to target him around 7 months, ruining plans of his all over Europe, but the mole must be here for longer. Makarov knows the failing rate for new people to join his organisation is around 70%, most of them die, the next biggest reason he rejects them because their work is bad, they are unreliable, some cracking under the pressure of police when all they have to do is shut their stupid mouth. So for somebody to get this high to get that valueable information to seriously hurting his organisation they must work for him for nearly two years, must be working directly under one of his Lieutenants. His coffee mug is half empty and the damm drink can't keep his exhaustion at bay anymore. He can visit Yuri after he sleeped, making a strategic move tiered can end disaster because Yuri is probably well rested by now and would likely not put up a fight this time. Also when he breaks into Yuris place at a unsuspected time or when Yuri is asleep he has the uper hand.

Yuri is still tiered when he wakes up again in the late afternoon. He is still alive, what don't mean that Makarov is not in his living room when he leaves his bed room. But their is no Makarov in his living room waiting for him, what honestly is worse, if the other Russian would be in his place he atleast knows he is about to die. Now he hast to wait, he turns on his laptop so he can check his mails. He puts a pizza in the oven because well he need to eat. Before laughing at his silly thought, you can just text Makarov and ask. While waiting for his pizza he checks over his mails, seeing a familiar mail address from work. Kate Laswell wrote him, he frowns should he read it, should he just delete it? He can still delete it after reading. He already cringes when he reads the first part of the mail. Sure Kate probably don't know he's divorcing their interaction were always exclusively business.

Dear Mr. Blaire,

Mrs Potter was so friendly to give me your new business mail address. We were very grateful if we could still use your expirince for some of our cases, please send me a list with your prices as soon as possible.

Regards

Kate Laswell

He looks dumbfounded at the mail for a while. He never planned to keep working in cyber security, did he told that his colleagues sure, but it was a lie. Also of course Alice gave out his e-mail out, one he also only uses to keep the lie from being to obvious. He thinks about simply deleting the mail account, does he really still need it? It would be foolish to keep the account now that he has the first profitable jobs to modify certain malware and bots for the people Zahheav introduced him. The smell of pizza is slowly filling the room so he takes a look at it, the cheese isn't melded enough for him. When he goes back to his laptop he nearly clicks delete account when he rembers he also gave this mail also to his lawyer. So he does the next best think blocking Laswell and deleting her mail with out answering. This is probably something he should talk with Makarov about if ge survives the fight ring problem. After getting the pizza out if the oven he grabs his phone opening his chat with Makarov. Seeing his drink text from the night in Moscow with Milena and he laughts at the absurdity on how their relationship did a 180 by now. He still sends the silly text he about Makarov killing him.

Yuri: you decided on killing me yet or can I do work?

Its such a stupid text, why did he even send it? He bits in his pizza the cheese and tomato sauce burning his mouth. Great really a bad day, he sits down on his couch laptop on his lap pizza on the couch table and it's fucking nostalgic. He can't even recall how often Makarov, Milena and him sat after university together in a living room all doing homework and complain about it. How often they would ask Makarov about the law, how often he helped Milena with the math for her buisness degree how often the other looked over his code to find the one missing semicolon so the code would work. He was happy back then. All of them working their ass of in university at day and at the fighting ring at night to finance their degrees. Then Jack happened and Makarov and Milena stayed away, because they could not stand his boyfriend. How they would fight, because of Jack their friendship crumbling honestly a wonder they even came to the wedding. But now after all this time after he came back it don't feel like things never changed, like Jack never happened, well besides Makarov maybe killing him after he already gave him a unheard second chance he won't get a third.

Makarov: Andrei will come by and you will give him an USB-stick with some of your code for comparison

Y: you can read code by now?

M: I have people for that

Y: of course you have

Yuri sighs so his contact person in Makarovs organisation want to see some of his work, to compare to what he sells. He rolls his eyes coding a classic first generation malware. He eats the next slice of pizza thinking what to do add to it to give it his spin. Something that screams Magpie. Mid chew he knows exactly what to do. Does he have to prove to his claim of being the Magpie sure to a stranger, but he also can do something that Makarov knows from back in universety.

#call of duty #makayuri #vladimir makarov #cod yuri

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sunny6677 · 2 years

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Scenario that wasn't requested at all part 77! /j

Scenario: Your all bored, and you suggest playing a game. When asked what game, you jokingly suggest Seven Minutes In Heaven. But you didn't expect to be in Tords room, the five of you all sat in front of his closet and with a timer.

With a sigh after they decided you should be the first to spin the bottle, you spun and it landed on-

And yes this is romantic-

PART 1

Tw: suggestive text, smoking, profanity, flirting.

Edd:

- Edd. Oh shit. Your crush. And somehow worst enemy.

- Deep inside, you screamed for your life. But on the outside, you smiled lazily like you always did. Edd seemed surprised that the bottle had landed on him and a bit.. disturbed? Flustered? You couldn't tell.

- Standing up, you walked inside the closet and waited for Edd to come inside. Once he had come in, you shut the closet and the others started the timer.

- Edd crossed his legs, and sighed. For about a few seconds, he stayed silent before you spoke; "So, uhh.. rules state we can do whatever the hell we want so.. what do ya wanna do?" You asked, calm as can be.

- "Well, i sure as hell am not going to make out with you if that's what you were hoping for.." He sarcastically said. "Aww, how'd you know?~" You replied back. "Wha-" "Dont worry, Cola boy. That was a joke." You cut off his flustered confusion.

- He grumbled, and pulled out a sketchbook from seemingly nowhere, and a pen too. Opening the book, he began to rapidly scramble his pen on the page. Curious, you scooted closer. "Whatcha drawin?" You peeked over, your head hovering above the page.

- He seemed to be drawing a person, but you couldn't tell who. "...someone." He answered, and then began to draw their hair. You watched in silence, as he kept glancing back you, irritated.

- "Why do you wanna know anyway?" He asked, sounding a bit angry. "Cuz I think your drawings are good." You smiled at his piercing green eyes. Edd raised a brow at this, "Really? And why is that?" He seemed curious, but still angry.

- "Pfff, why do you need a reason? I'm pretty sure you know yourself that your fuckin awesome at drawing. Didn't know if you noticed, but all four of us seem to think your pretty cool at it." You scooted slightly closer, one of your hands now behind him.

- He scoffed, "If this is your attempt at flattery, it isn't going to work." You pouted in a fake way, "Oh? But why not? I'd say I'm pretty good at it." You chuckled at yourself.

- With a irritated sigh, he put the sketchbook and the pen down. "If your just going to talk my ear off, then I won't do anything." You laughed again, "Aw.. not even talking? Thats a shame. Your voice is pretty lovely to hear."

- "In pain, you mean? That seems to be the one thing you like to hear." Edd crossed his arms, facing you. As he peered down/up at you, you felt yourself slightly tremble at his gaze. "Well, I'd say that isn't the only thing I like to hear." You shrugged, looking away.

- "Well, what else do you like to hear then? I'd be surprised if you said you actually liked me being happy." Edd rolled his eyes. Warmth. Your face was enveloped in that very thing. As embarrassed under/in his gaze as you felt, you kept speaking. "Eh, well I do like hearing you happy, but I do like to hear you pleasured-" You felt a sharp pain on your face.

- He had slapped you. Yet you still laughed as you held your cheek. Heavily breathing, you said right in his furious face; "Heheh.. you really do hate me, huh?" God, that smirk drove him insane.

- You tried to get up, but then you suddenly fell back on the ground again. You opened your eyes, only to see the sight of him on top of you. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt/hoodie, you blushed but smiled again. "Damn, Edd.. I never thought you'd be into this~" You teased, still trying to aggravate the poor brit.

- You had expected to get a retort or something, but-

- "Well, you don't know a lot of things about me.. do you?" His voice suddenly got low, making you tense up. Face red, you still replied quietly: "Guess i dont.."

- "I didn't think so.." He brought you closer, "You know, I really should hate you.. your mean and way too smug. Yet for some reason.. your oddly charming." His face was inches away from yours at this point, his hands were clenched tight onto your collar.

- You felt nervous. But whispered; "You kinda chose the wrong person to hate then.." Edd only chuckled at this, he got closer, his lips now inches away from yours. "I guess I did.." With those words in mind, you then suddenly felt something soft press against your own lips.

- Edd was kissing you, there was no possible denial that was what was happening. You hadn't expected him to be like this, but you guessed it was welco-

- "Hey, times u-"

- You both knew that voice, and immediately let go. Tom stood, horrified from what he had just seen. Before Edd could even say anything, Tom slammed the closet door shut.

- Edd had to awkwardly fight a teasing Tord and a horrified Tom as soon as he got out of the closet. Matt and you just stood in silence.

- As they fought, you had to face the fact that you and edd were going to have a long... "chat" after this was over.

Tord:

- Tord. Your crush that you barely talked to.

- Tord jokingly flirted with you as soon as he processed that the bottle had landed on him. You awkwardly joked back in response, as the two of you stood up and walked to the closet.

- You shut the closet door, and the two of you sat down. He sighed, and you looked down at your lap while blushing. You hadn't expected this to happen.

- "Well, what do you want to do?" He asked you, you averted your eyes and replied; "Eh.. whatever you want, I guess." He laughed with a smirk, "Oh really? So if I told you to bend over, you'd do it-" "Heheh.. no, no." You immediately declined, face red.

- "I guess we can just.. talk, if you want." You suggested, looking at him for a few moments. "Alright, that's cool." He said, staring at the closet door in front of him.

- You, tired as can be, sleepily went along with whatever he was talking about. You slept a good 3 hours, so you weren't exactly active.

- As he went on and on, and you smiled at his voice, your head eventually gave into exhaustion and made you lay on his shoulder/head. He looked up/down at you, a small blush on his face. "What are you doing?" He inquired.

- "Tired." That was all you answered with. "How many hours did you sleep?" A nervous chuckle filled his words. "Mmmm.. three." You mumbled. He laughed, "Geez, what made you not sleep?" You only answered with a noise of exhaustion.

- "Eh, alright, I guess I'll let you sleep, sleeping beauty." He smiled and pulled out his cigar, seemingly okay with the position he was in. As he smoked on and on for a good three minutes, you felt yourself slowly giving into slumb-

- "Times up-"

- You snapped awake, and the bright light from the closet opening greeted you both. Tom had opened the closet door, now that the time was done. You two secretly kind of hoped he didn't see that, as much as you didn't mind eachother being that close to one another.

- But of course, he had. "...what were you two doing?" Tom asked with a smirk.

- The next few minutes were the two of you trying to defend yourself from Tom's endless teasing. Edd and Matt only quietly watched until the three of you were done. Moving onto the second round, you three sat.

- The awkward tension between you and Tord was killing you, but you felt somewhat grateful he let you try and sleep.. for about 3 minutes.

#eddsworld #edd #tom #tord #matt #tord x reader #edd x reader #tw profanity

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geocait0815 · 2 years

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Hey! Sooo...here is a prompt for a one-shot, if you don't mind:

'I am at the point where I dont even cry anymore. I just accept the pain and move on.' with MC and either Jessy or Lilly

I hope that works for you 😬💙

Hey! I am not sure if this is what you had in mind, but it is where my head went when meditating about your prompt.

I think I hurt my own feelings a little while writing this. So... Enjoy!

Chagrin

It is late afternoon when MC finally turned into the parking lot of the Motel off the highway, somewhere between Duskwood and Terrendale. Jake had agreed to meet here, just as he promised before he went into that damn mine.

For a long minute she just sat there staring at the doors leading to the motel rooms. The initial excitement has been replaced by nervousness, now that she was so close to finally seeing him. Finally, she was close to the man she came to know and love only over text and within only a few days. I must be out of my mind, MC thought.

The sound of another car pulling into the parking spot next to her snapped her back to reality. One last check in the rearview mirror and then she got out of the car and walked towards the building.

There was no need to approach the reception. Jake had told her which room he was staying in.

Standing in front of the door she raised her hand to knock but did not get the chance as the door was already being opened. “Hello MC.”

MC dropped her hand staring at the man filling the doorframe like he was an apparition. She had fantasized about their first meeting for a long time, but not knowing what he actually looked like it was always difficult to picture it.

"Hi, Jake.", she said with a slight smile, taking a step towards him. At that moment something shifted in his eyes, as if they were suddenly frozen over. Jake took a step aside to let her pass through into the room and closed the door behind them. It was a room like any other Motel room, with a bed, a little kitchenette and a small dinig table that was now occupied a by a laptop. Some sort of script seemed to roll over the screen.

"Is everything alright?", MC asked into the room since he was still standing behind her. Concern started to creep up on her. Jake did not answer but instead walked around her towards the laptop. He slowly closed the device and then finally turned around to face her. "MC, I...." his voice trailed off and he looked away again, as if he could not bear looking into hereyes.

"Talk to me. What is going on?" She wanted to cross the space between them, but her feet were like glued to the floor. She wanted to claim that hug he promised her. Only now MC realized how much she craved being close to him, feeling his touch on her.

"...I .. we can't do this. It is just too dangerous." "Don't you dare to start with this again," she interrupted him in a low voice, almost like a growl. "You said you loved me. That we were going to make this – make us work!"

"I know what I said." Harsh. MC opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She could not believe that this was happening, after all they went through. She felt tears burning behind her eyes. But the anger welling up in her refused to let them out. Finally, she found her voice again. "What are you saying?"

Jake let out a sigh, it almost seemed to deflate him. "We should not be together. It would never work. You deserve a safe life. A happy life. I cannot give that to you."

He picked up a key card that was lying next to the laptop. "I got a room for you. After such a long drive you will need some rest. But then you should return to your own life... and move on."

All she could do was stare at the card in his slightly trembling hands. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her voice wavered between shouting and a dangerous calm. She was getting close to losing her mind.

"It is for the best, please trust me. My pursuers could show up any moment. They won't ask questions. You could get hurt or worse. I promised to protect you at any cost. And to ensure this, I will have to disappear."

That was it! She snapped out of her stupor. She swirled around and ripped the door open with so much force that it crashed against the wall behind it. And with that she stormed off, down the hallway and out of the building. In the parking lot, she took her phone out of her pocket, not even knowing what she intended to do with it. Her grip around it tightened as if she wanted to pulverize it. And when she felt a buzzing in her hand, she suddenly smashed the device to the pavement. She could hear it crack. Then she got into her car and reversed out of the parking spot. When she drove off she could feel a faint bump as her tire rolled over the phone.

A few minutes later MC reached a fork in the road. She came to a halt and stared at the road sign. A left turn would take her to Duskwood. Towards the right lay the access road to the highway.

Finally, her tears broke to the surface. Ignoring the traffic around her, she put her forehead on the steering wheel and started sobbing uncontrollably. This went on for several minutes, until she finally raised her head. Taking another hard look at the road sign she made a desicion; And set the turn signal.

*******

Two months later

As Lilly walks through the entrance of the pub, she is greeted by blasting music. It takes her a minute to orient herself. Then she spots MC standing at the bar. A man approaches MC, two drinks in hand and offering her one of them. But she waves him away like an annoying insect.

Lilly had almost not recognized her from the video calls they had shared months ago. The usually joyful and energetic woman now seemed like a shadow of herself. There is rarely any emotion on her face. It is like looking at the hull of a former person, going through the motions it remembers from its former life.

The fact that Lilly was able to find MC here is a bit of a miracle. They knew which city she lives in, but not much else. MC had only mentioned this being her favorite pub to Jessy a while back in a conversation.

Originally, MC had planned to visit them in Duskwood two months ago. But one day before the date they had set she simply disappeared. There were no texts and all calls went straight to voice mail without ever being returned. Jake seems to have also disappeared into the mist without any warning. So naturally, everone was very concerned as to what was going on. That was when Lilly decided to try her luck and try to track MC down. The pub was her first stop to either find MC here or ask around if anyone knows her.

Lilly starts to make her way towards the bar. And about halfway in, she is being noticed by her friend. MC straightens up. But instead of greeting Lilly, she turns and walks away.

What the hell?, Lilly wonders and picks up her pace to catch up with MC. Lilly reaches out to grab MCs shoulder and make her stop. MC whirls around and glares at Lilly. "Why are you here?", she hisses.

Lilly is completely taken aback by this reaction. While she still stares in shock, MC prtoceeds to turn around and walk away.

"MC! Wait. Where are you going?" Lilly follows her through a side door, ending up in a narrow corridor leading to the restrooms. But MC walks past them and further down the corridor. Finally, she disappears through another door.

When Lilly finally catches up, she finds MC leaning against a desk, arms crossed in front of her chest. "So?", she inquires. "Waht are you doing here?"

"MC, what is going on with you? You had everyone concerned about you when you just fell off the face of the earth!" "What is going on with me?" MC now stares at her feet. Lilly can see her jaw working as if she's clenching her teeth. "Well, I have decided that I am done with all of this after my last conversation with your brother." MC looks back at Lilly, and she can see all the pain and anger in her eyes.

"What happened?", Lilly asks. "I came all the way to Duskwood and met up with him, only for him to tell me that ...", MCs voice breaks off and she returns to staring at her feet. "I could not take it anymore. Not after all we went through. After all the things he said to me from the safety of his screen. I felt so betrayed and hurt. And there was no way I could come to see you guys, pretending that everything was okay."

Lilly walks over to MC, takes her hands and and pulls her into an embrace. There is no resistance anymore. "And you went through all of this alone?" MC nods against her shoulder. "We would have been there for you... But you know what, I'm here for you now."

"That won't ne necessary.", MC replies. "I am now at the point where I don't even cry about it anymore. I just accept the pain of losing him and move on." We'll see about that, Lilly thinks. Out loud she says: "Well then, I think it is time to get drunk."

****

Ok, now I am off to more fluffy shores!

#duskwood everbyte #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood prompts #duskwood lilly

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sickly-stitches · 1 year

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1-50

Bc ask games are fun!!!!

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Carl Grimes, Nico di Angelo, Peso, Jake Peralta and Legolas Greenleaf.

lighter or matches? Matches.

do you leave the window open at night? Sometimes, when it had netting.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? All of them bestie. I'm one of those half-beliefs in every possible reality

what color are your eyes? Blue/grey!! Got those sweet sweet child of Athena eyes.

why did you do that? Cuz I had to :[

hair-ties or scrunchies? I use hair-ties cuz I don't have a lot of hair atm but I like scrunchies more.

how many water bottles are in your room right now? One!!

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Cold coffee.

would you slaughter the rich? Yes, first date ideas<3

favorite extracurricular activity? Oooh probably fishing (yes this was an actual extracurricular activity at my school). Free hot chips<3

what kind of day is it? A quiet, peaceful but chaotic one.

when was the last time you ate? A couple minutes ago!! Some candy I got from work.

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? Yes, particularly how rocks smell after rain (thats how nico di angelo smells btw.)

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) I am an eldest daughter and a therapist friend and I have cats and I'm a big fan of plushies so I feel like I qualify, yeah.

can you drive? No and if you put me in the drivers seat I Will have a panic attack.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Near-sighted and cross-eyed babyyy

what hair products do you use? I mostly use sukin & neutrogina t/gel atm. I have a hair colour masque and a deep cleanser and I also have like a two year old bottle of purple shampoo since I am Not a natural blonde.

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? Absolutely babe

do you say soda or pop? I say soft drink

something you’ve kept since childhood? I have a Will Byers bobble head figurine I got the year before I had to leave my dad's house and then so many plushies also and my special blanket :]

what type of person are you? A good one, I think

how do you feel about chilly weather? Yes I love hoodies I love layers I love sweaters ugh

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Eating popcorn.

perfume/body spray or lotion? PERFUMEEE. MY BELOVED<333 I NEED MORE PERFUME ALL OF THE TIME.

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Yikes they all involve gay love or murder. Uhhh lets go with meeting my bf. If we're talking about Real Events then the moment I woke up after my accident plays in my head like twice a day.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? Last night? Like ten because I didn't want to get out of bed in the morning so I simply didn't.

do you wear a mask? I fucking Lost my mask and I'm waiting to buy another.

how do you like your shower water? Really cold or really hot.

is there dishes in your room? Nope.

what type of music keeps you grounded? Music doesn't keep me grounded honestly I drift off pretty quick.

do you have a favorite towel? YES. My pink one<3

the last adventure you’ve been on? Visiting the location of my accident last week probably?

is there a song you know every word to by heart? All of them /j. But probably At The Bottom Of Everything by Bright Eyes.

what’s your timezone? AEST I think??

how many times have you changed your url? I switched mains a bunch so uhmm. Uhhh. Probably 8-9 times?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Yeah i call them Peaches, I met them in like a daycare or playgroup thing and then we reconnected in grade 8. I dont know if we're friends anymore but we text a couple times a month ?

a soap bar that smells good? Lemongrass.

do you use lip balm? Yup<3

did you have any snacks today? Some gummies & a choc-chip hot cross bun.

how do you take your coffee? Black. I also like some mochas.

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Pinterest, google chat and youtube.

what’s your take on spicy foods? Who knows my guy

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? My best friend's dad.

can you remember what happened yesterday? I stayed up late the day before so I was up at 1am watching a lesbian christmas movie and then I fell asleep. Woke up and got ready for work, first day in ages that I did my whole lil morning routine. Went to work & my nana drove me home. Sat at home scrolling through youtube till I went for an hour-long walk listening to 2014 music. Cried for 3 hours cuz yk how it is. Fell asleep.

favorite holiday film? Love Actually.

what was the last message you sent? "I'm here" to my boyfriend

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Age 14-15 I think? 3L of coffee just wasn't enough to cope with that day. It was also like directly before a math exam-

can you skip rocks? Haven't tried recently-

can i tag you in random stuff? Hell yeah!!

#g.#alcohol tw #asks #ask game #crystalqueerenby

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insecxreasalwqys · 2 years

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inseparable (ch.1: i h8 you, for what you did.)

This is a series kinda thing im gonna write, with chapters, and this is chapter 1. This series will focus on kuzuryu, chishiya, arisu, niragi, kuina, and usagi.

“Hi, sir, uhm, have you seen my son? He is maybe up to my waist? Hes wearing a blue shirt with orange stripes.” A man walking up to chishiya said, in a panicked voice. Chishiya, niragi, and Kuzuryu were talking to eachother at the park. “No sir, we havent seen him, but we can look for him.” Kuzuryu offered. “Ok, thank you!” The man replied. Niragi went over to the fountain, Kuzuryu to the playground area, and chishiya went to look in the other places. After maybe like 30 minutes, Niragi saw a kid, who looked small, wearing a blue and orange striped shirt. “Found him!” Niragi yelled. “Thank you so much!” The man said. “Youre welcome.” Kuzuryu said. Chishiya just smiled at he man. After that, they went to usagis place to hang out. When they knocked, it wasnt usagi who answered the door. “Oh, hi. Are you guys here for usagi?” Her father asked. “Yeah, is she home?” Niragi and chishiya asked. “Yeah shes in her room with arisu.” He said. “Usagi?” Her dad yelled. “Yeah?” Usagi responded. “Your friends are here!” He said. “Coming!” They ended up watching a movie at usagis place. “Thank you, dad.” The main character said, hugging him tight. Chishiya layed back and closed his eyes. “Shun?” Niragi said, looking at chishiya. “Hm?” Chishiya replied, without opening his eyes. “Are you like, tired?” Niragi asked. Kuzuryu was sitting next to chishiya and turned around to look at him. “Im just tired. I was at the hospital yesterday.” Chishiya responded. “Okay, i guess.” Niragi said. Kuzuryu glanced at chishiya every now and then. Chishiya checked his phone. He got a message from kuina. Some tall girl.

Hey shun, uh, im kind of late, i was at work, but im heading over rn!

_______________________________________________________________________ the text read. He responded with ok. He went through his messages, and saw his dads contact. The date next to it read: 8/2/11 and the message on its left said: Dad? Are you coming home tonight?

He quickly shut off his phone and closed his eyes again. He took a deep breath and fell asleep. 30 minutes later the credits rolled. “Shiya?” Kuzuryu said, looking down at him. “Yeah?” He repsonded, sitting up. He was a light sleeper, so he woke up right away. “The movies over.” Arisu said, looking over at him. “Yeah thanks, didnt see that.” Chishiya said, laughing near the end. Arisu smiled aswell. Chishiya saw kuina sitting in front of the bed on the floor. “Oh, hi.” Chishiya said. “Hey.” Kuina replied. “I’ll cook dinner, you guys just wait up here.” Usagi said, walking out and closing the door gently. “So, what do you guys want to do.” Arisu asked them. “I dont know.” Kuina said, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh! Usagi has a board game under her tv.” Arisu realized, taking it. “Snakes and ladders?” Chishiya said. Arisu gave a nod.

“Please! I just need a one!” Niragi shouted. Just then usagi walked in. “The foods ready, losers.” Usagi said, smiling. Chishiya was the first to get up. And the others followed. They saw chishiya setting alarms and writing notes to himself. “Watcha doing?” Niragi asked. “Just setting reminders for myself.” Chishiya responded. Niragi nodded. “Gotta blast!” Chishiya yelled a few minutes later. “Oh um, ok, but why?” Usagi asked. “Its 8 and if i dont get enough sleep, im gonna be late. I have to be at the hospital by 6:00.” He said in a rushed voice. “Bye guys! Oh and thanks usagi for the food!” He yelled before putting on his shoes and shutting the door behind him. “I have to go too.” Kuzuryu said. “I have a case tomorrow.” He added, quickly following chishiya. “Bye!” They said. “Shiya! Wait up!” Kuzuryu yelled. Chishiya looked back, hair blowing. “Hmm?” He said. Kuzuryu and chishiya lived next to eachother in the same apartment, trying to save some money to pay off their debt from school. “I have a case tomorrow, so i figured ide go ba-” kuzuryu started, but got cut off when a family walked by. It appeared they had gotten back from the fair that started a few hours ago. They looked so, so happy. The two guys were looking at the family. “That was so fun!” One of the kids shouted. The two quickly kept walking, and ignored it. Well, Kuzuryu ignored it, but chishiya didn’t completely. Chishiya felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Chishiya realized that the reason he felt like that was because, almost everywhere he went today, there was some form of family members bonding. Having fun. Something chishiya never got to do as a child. He was forced to grow up so quickly.

Never finished this.

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya shuntaro #niragi suguru #kuzuryuu keiichi #usagi yuzuha #arisu ryohei #hikari kuina

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b0mblover · 4 months

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Snowflakes and drugs dont mix (that) well

By: J

(im not even kidding while writing this i got such bad eye pain, i stg lopt is just tormenting me anytime i do anything related to jirou without him in it)

(also this is prob extremely ooc bc im basically describing/romantasiing my own life :,) yes my life sucks dont remind me)

(again, im very muchly not a writer, i was bored and decied to make the probably first jirocrown fic of life 🙂 im genuinely sorry to anyone who reads this shit)

(anon on twt, gfys, and no this isnt supposed to be taken that damn seriously, ik theres an asston of mistakes, but its almost 3 am and i need to sleep!! alr alr u can read it now chill)

-5° (c 23°f) -5° it was cold out, extremely cold. Jirou was walking on a backroad, he didnt know what it was called, even though he had been down it hundreds of times. Around 1 (am) Crown said hed pay him for a drug run, which was rather normal, go on a drug run, hang out with crown, sleep, go home. The only issue was that it took around 30 minutes or so to get there, also normally okay, in the summer. Where he lived, got extremely cold in the winter months, in a “im going to call off of work today because ill get frostbite if i try to go outside” way. This wouldnt be an issue if there was public transport, but of course, the world apparently hated jirou. Jirou was half way there, hands almost shaking because of the temperature, he dealt with the cold ironically well, the reason it didnt bother him as much as normal people was unimportant to him. (reason is because he used to sit on the porch to not hear his parents fight, though it never really worked that well) Maybe it was a fragile ego, maybe he was just broke, but hed never wear gloves, even with the possibility of frostbite taking his hands. He knocked on Crowns door, though he had a key, he felt like he could barely move any joints in his hand to grab them. After a 3 rough minutes, Crown answered the door letting him in. “Ah th thanks, ‘preciate ya getting the shit” Crown handed him about ¥14000 “This is too much crown” “nah its freezing out plus ive been meaning to pay ya back anyways” “I, if you say so” he was hesitant to take it, but ultimately decided that, crown, a literal serial killer, wouldnt decide to screw him over, at least not like that.

As normal, they both walked over to the (admittedly dirty) couch, crown, in a pose that was slightly… provocative, jirou sitting normally (as normal as a gay man can). Crown sat a powder on to the table, “uh you gotta card or somethin dude?” jirou handed him a razor blade, “uh vaguely concerned as to why you carry that but thanks either way, uh youre not gonna like use that now though right?” “nnah, dumbass i know what youre doing im staring right at you, why would i hand you something that i was gonna use” “i mean look, you made paintings out of your own blood, for no real reason either! youre not as predictable as you think” “whatever ya say just hurry up” “damn why you say impatient huh?” crown brought his face down to the table after making the powder into a mostly straight line. “Cause i want my share already and you take too long” Crown tossed him the razor blade, jirou aligned the powder into a straighter line than crowns, and snorted it as well. “Yeayea whatever man, the hell should we do any ways, too cold to go out, any ideas?” “sure i have several but the last time we did any of my ideas someone had to be killed cause they were a witness” “ah right, well uh, wanna play uno?” “gonna be real with ya c, the joints in my fingers feel like the are fucking screwed shut at the moment so I’m gonna have to pass” “your joints where what” “*sighs* (bc how do u write a sigh phonetically) fingers too cold, fingers barely move because cold” “oh, what nah lemme feel bro” “fine fine whatever” crown moved his hands onto Jirous, and, of course, they were extremely cold. “Damn dude what the hell, how long where you outside for?” “uh i mean i was smoking when you texted so at least like i dunno 15 minutes more than normal?” “man the hell, cmere” crown had gotten closer and brought Jirou into a hug, granted it didn’t do much, the heating and cooling had been busted for months, crown was surviving on 15 blankets, but it felt nice. Jirou was aware that hugging someone, at least in the position they were in, wouldn’t do much, but he let crown anyways, for a drug addicted serial killer, he always felt at home with Crown, wanted. “Ugh alright alright c i get it okay? i love you too chill” “if i were to chill at the moment id freeze to death jirou” “yea yea i get it kay? I’m gonna go lay down” “right behind ya” Crown followed Jirou into the one bedroom that was there, it was noticeably colder than other rooms such as the living room, but it was much more “lively” or “lived in” plus the mattress on the ground that they insisted on calling a bed with 15 blankets kinda made up for it too. Jirou fell onto the mattress, groaning out a tiny bit before going quite again. Crown sat himself down on the opposite side, pulling two of the blankets off where they were stacked before getting under the one that was already on the bed. Jirou did the same after taking his socks off, he recalled how when this first started, how crown and him would fight about if he should take his jacket off before laying down. back then he’d say it was because he was cold, maybe it was slightly true, or the fact he didn’t want him to see his cuts and scars. After a particularly awful trip Jirou experienced after taking way too much of god knows what and almost having to go to the er, crown was, for lack of a better term in his eyes, well aware, of Jirous life, he broke down to him. After that he was careful with what he said before Jirou called him out for walking on eggshells around him, annoyed that crown was essentially “babying him”, granted unknown if it was on purpose or not. Jirou after laying down, staring at the ceiling, got closer to crown, almost suffocating him with his (fucking gigantic) oversized jacket. Crown moved what he assumed was the hood of the jacket so he could breath and brought Jirou into a tight hug. Jirou accepted, pushing into it instead of pulling away like usual. Crown could feel how cold his skin was, and how warm he felt inwardly.

#j writes badly #im so sorry to everyone who reads this #no beta we die like jirou

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