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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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the game part two

read part one here!

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, drug dealing, smut, dubcon at first, f receiving oral and handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal, cheating

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs

it’s been six months, and you’ve mostly forgotten about your encounter with rafe cameron. you stole his drugs and his money, then hid out. you knew your brother would keep you safe until things died down, giving you ample money for your score, but not wanting to hear the details of how you got into the cameron household.

you rarely think of rafe, except when your pathetic boyfriend comes over to fuck you. he’s sweet, a nice boy, and you like him, but his cock, while average in size, is nothing like rafes, and you find yourself missing his length, craving the feeling of him stretching you out again, even if it was just that one time.

“i think i’m gonna head out on the boat today.” you hum to your brother, looking out the large modern windows of his mansion at the shining sun, making the ocean glitter as it reflects the light.

“mmm, fine. take security with you.” he says, barely looking up from whatever document he’s working on.

“oh come on, i’ll be fine by myself.” you roll your eyes. your brother became even more protective of you after what you did to rafe. he even encouraged you to stay with your boyfriend, who he originally didn’t like. you know that means only one thing, and your boyfriend is now in his pocket as well, probably tasked with your safety.

“baby sis, you stole from rafe cameron. he hasn’t forgotten that shit.” “and he won’t be looking for me out in the fucking ocean.” you roll your eyes, stomping away to put on your bikini as your brother yells, “i don’t care, security is going with you either way!”

you get yourself ready anyways, knowing you need some time away from everyone, including whoever of your brothers henchmen have the unfortunate task of taking you on the boat. you walk out to the dock alone, but one of the men is already out on the pier, standing waiting for you.

“hello.” you mumble, climbing onto the boat and getting it ready, untying it from the dock and turning on the engine, keeping it idling as you make sure you got your necessities, snacks, water bottles, and a towel in case you decide to take a dip.

“oh shit, i forgot a life vest, can you grab one of the other boat?” you ask the man, you think his name is james. or maybe henry. you can’t bother to remember.

“sure.” he climbs off the boat and the second both of his feet are on the wooden pier, you shoot into the drivers seat, gunning the speed and taking off away from the shore before he can stop you.

you don’t bother turning around as he shouts for you to come back. you feel a little guilty about whatever punishment your brother is going to give him, but it’s not like any of the dudes hanging around are good guys, after all they all work for a drug dealer.

you navigate the backwaters seamlessly, having grown up on the water. you head further towards the ocean, away from the grassy islands, letting all of your worries and troubles go as you keep the boat moving at max speed, letting the wind whip through your hair.

you curse when the boat suddenly slows down. you hadn’t even thought to check the gas before taking off, you know your brother usually keeps everything filled. you angle yourself towards a small island, letting the nose of the boat push into the sand, but its better than being stuck free floating.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you groan, rubbing your hands over your face, checking all of the storage departments for extra gas, but of course theres none.

“just my luck.” you mumble to yourself, throwing yourself down on the seat. you can call your brother and have him, or more likely one of his goons, come and rescue you, but you still want some more alone time, so you shuck your coverup off and lay back, figuring you might get the best use of your time stuck by soaking up some rays.

you lay there for half an hour before you hear a boat engine. you’re in a pretty secluded area so it’s quite the surprise. you stand at the back of the boat and wave your arms, hoping whoever it is has some extra gas they can lend you.

the boat is blacked out, windows tinted dark so you can’t see what the driver looks like as the pull up to the sandbar jutting out of the water, also lodging the nose of their boat to hold them steady.

“hey! i ran out of gas.” you shout as the door opens.

“oh, sweetheart.” the voice has your body freezing up as rafe cameron steps into the light.

“ra-rafe.” you take a step back, legs bumping into the side of your boat. you have nowhere to go as he leaps from his boat to yours. “please don’t hurt me.”

“hurt you?” rafe questions, shaking his head as he steps closer. “hurt you like you hurt me? you used me.” rafe sounds almost hurt before the angry mask takes over his face again.

“i was forced to! my brother made me!” you explain, even though its a lie. it was completely your idea, but theres no way for rafe to know that.

“and you still went along with it. you could have told me, when you were in my house. i could have helped you. but instead, you let me fuck you. you let me inside your pussy. just to steal from me.”

rafe is now hovering directly over you, and you know from his smirk that he’s noticed your shaking body, and the way that you are staring up at him in fear.

“is that how much of a slut you are? you enjoy being whored out by your drug dealing brother?” rafe takes your chin in his hand, not being gentle at all as he tilts your head up to keep eye contact. “you certainly enjoyed bouncing on my dick.” “fuck you.” you try to pull your chin away, but rafe moves faster, shoving you down onto the sofa, the plastic material hot from baking in the sun.

“i won’t hurt you princess, no.” rafe hums, stopping you from squirming around my pressing his weight down even more. “in fact, since you love being a slut so much, i’m gonna fuck you.”

“rafe, please, no.” you whine as his hands grip your chest, ripping away the thin material of the bikini that was barely covering your tits to begin with. rafe ignores your pleas, dropping his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinch the other one.

“oh fuck.” you moan, legs widening and allowing rafes body to slot between. you press your hips up, seeking his body as you grind against him, upset that your body is betraying you as your pussy wettens the more rafe sucks and nips at your chest.

“see, this is exactly what i mean.” rafe laughs against your skin, biting the side of your breast and leaving teeth marks. “you were just saying no and now you’re grinding against me. such a little whore.” “please, i have a boyfriend.” you whimper as rafe sucks deep purple marks into your chest and neck, not caring that he’s leaving hickeys behind for anyone to see. he wants to claim you, mark you.

“does he fuck you good?” rafe asks, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling them off of you to reveal your messy cunt. “is his cock as good as mine? what about his mouth?” rafe questions, dropping to his knees to the teak flooring, not needing to hold you down anymore, he knows you’re not going anywhere.

rafe buries his head in between your thighs, moaning when he gets a taste of you, what he missed so much since that one night all those months ago. his tongue laps over every inch of you except for your clit.

“can’t have you feel too good, baby.” rafe laughs, biting your thigh. “not when you stole from me.” “i’m sorry.” you whine, feeling tears pool in your eyes as you reach down and tug on rafes hair, pressing his face back into your cunt.

rafe eats you out greedily, tongue traversing over every inch of you that he can, moving between wide sweeping licks and fast rapid flicks of his tongue, still keeping away from your clit.

“oh my god!” you shout when his tongue prods against your hole, lifting your hips up off the seat, unable to keep yourself still as you place one hand on the back of his head, moving your hips and rubbing your pussy against his awaiting mouth.

“such a slut.” rafe laughs, his words vibrating through you as he finally finally moves up to your clit, sucking harshly at your bud, not caring that you’re screaming from the pleasure.

rafe closes his eyes, focus solely on your cunt as he brings two fingers to your entrance, plunging them into your hole as he attacks your clit, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the sensitive skin, making the tears now roll down your face.

“please, please let me cum!” you scream for rafe, your entire body shaking as your orgasm builds, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you as he doesn’t let off of your clit, sucking it between his lips as your orgasm hits you.

you cry out rafes name, body going taunt as you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as rafe slows his licks on your clit, moving down to lap around his fingers that are still shoved deep in your cunt.

“taste yourself.” rafe commands, moving so you can kiss him. you don’t hold back, taking rafes face in your hands as you kiss him, jutting your tongue up to lick the juices away from his mouth.

“my little slut.” rafe deepens the kiss, starting to thrust his fingers again.

“ra-rafe stop.” you try halfheartedly to push his hand away, “too sensitive.” “you think i give a shit?” rafe laughs, eyes roaming your chest, taking in the bruises dotting your tanned skin. “you stole from me, bitch.” “i’m sorry.” you cry out, knowing tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you can’t stop them, the pleasure is too overwhelming.

“show me how sorry you are by cumming on my fingers.” rafe says, increasing the speed that he’s moving. you moan despite your best judgment.

rafe is somehow able to stuff a third finger inside of your cunt, stretching you to almost painful levels. you thrash on the sofa, the harsh sun beating down on you. you almost forgot that you were on a boat in broad daylight, so wrapped up in rafe pleasuring you.

rafes lips slot around your nipple again, sucking it repeatedly as you arch your back to push your chest further into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the attention he’s giving you, so purely focused on your body.

“i thought about you.” you tell rafe, making him pick his head up to look you in the eye, but his fingers don’t slow. “i thought about you when he fucks me. i wished it was you.”

rafe smirks, twisting his hand so his thumb can rub at your clit while he finger fucks you. “i knew you’d miss my cock once you had it. you could have stayed and been my little slut, my personal fuck toy, but instead you had to steal my coke. do you know how much money you lost me?” “i said i was sorry.” you sob out.

“cum then.” rafe commands, and your orgasm builds rapidly, too quickly, and before you realize what’s happening, wetness is squirting from your cunt, soaking rafes hand and splashing onto the teak floorboards.

“holy fuck.” rafe groans, gripping his cock with his free hand, squeezing through his shorts to give himself some relief.

“st-stop.” you say weakly, and rafe finally listens and pulls his fingers out, pushing your legs wider to admire how pink your abused pussy now is, completely dripping in your juices.

“has he ever made you squirt?” “no, never.” you shake your head.

“it’s a shame.” rafe tsks. “i could have made you feel so good every day.” rafe stands up, glancing around the surrounding waterways, making sure there are still no boats around before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscles hidden beneath.

you are boneless on the couch, body completely relaxed and near numb from the orgasms rafe just pulled from you, but despite that you still feel your cunt pulse when rafe throws his shirt onto the ground, quickly unbuttoning his shorts as well and tugging them down along with his underwear, revealing the hard cock that you’ve missed so much.

“tell me you want this.” rafe commands, stroking his cock while keeping his eyes on you.

“i don’t.” you whimper, but your thighs clench together, watching the precum bead at the tip of rafes cock.

“you don’t want me to fuck you?” rafe asks. “but you’re such a slut, baby.” he coos mockingly.

“please, i have a boyf-”

“don’t mention him again.” rafe cuts you off. “unless you’d like for me to ruin your other hole as well that way no matter how he fucks you you’ll be thinking of me.” you whimper at the thought of rafe abusing your ass and keep your mouth shut.

“turn over.” rafe grabs your hip, forcing you to move on the couch. you place your knees on the cushion, letting rafe bend you over the back of the couch, your head hovering over the water below.

“gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be begging to come back home with me.” rafe says, hands slapping against your ass, making you yelp.

“such a pretty pussy, fuck.” rafe groans, throwing his head back as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, wanting to prolong his teasing.

“please.” you beg, trying to push back onto his cock, but rafe grabs your hips and keeps you still.

“are you asking me to stop?” rafe questions. “or are you asking me to fuck you?”

“i don’t know.” you sob, gripping onto the plastic cushion the best that you can.

rafe hums, “that’s too bad.” and then thrusts forward, burying his cock completely in your cunt in one firm push.

“rafe!” you scream out, pussy clenching down, your walls being stretched by his length.

“no wonder i fell for your act, this is the best pussy i’ve ever felt.” rafe grunts out, snapping his forward, the skin of his thighs slapping against your bum.

“faster.” you moan, but rafe does the opposite and slows instead, keeping his thrusts deep but moving steady and deliberately, letting you feel everything as he takes in the squeeze of your cunt, the tightness of your pussy.

rafe grinds his hips against you, his cock making space for itself, pushing against your sweet spot that has you crying out, past the point of embarrassment about your noises.

“so good.” you moan, knowing that you’re drooling onto the couch.

“i know, baby.” rafe moans as well, pushing his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, dripping with wetness and coating him.

“can tell how much you’re liking it.” rafe moves faster, hands tightening on your hips, certain to leave marks behind. “can feel you squeezing around me.”

you bury your head in the couch, relieved by the cool press against your forehead, pushing back against rafe, rocking your body backwards to the best of your abilities, your knees sweaty and sticking to the couch.

“need your cock.” you swallow the lump in your throat. “need it every day, please rafe, forgive me, i need you, i don’t care.”

“don’t care about your boyfriend? or your brother?” rafe questions.

“no.” you whine, “just care about your cock.”

rafe fucks you harder, somehow able to find more depth and space. “well, i guess you should have thought about that before stealing from me, slut. i’ll soak my cock in your cunt this once, but you won’t get it again.” “no, rafe, i need it!”

rafe bends over your back to whisper in your ear, “then you work for me now until you pay back what you lost me. you can steal coke from your brother to repay me and then suck my cock. once you’ve paid off your debts, i’ll start fucking you.”

“i’ll do anything.” you don’t even think about what he’s asking, you don’t care, you’d promise anything to keep getting fucked like this.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, angling his hips so every time his cock presses in, it hits the most sensitive part inside of you.

rafe reaches one hand down, around your hip, to rub over your clit, placing two fingertips on top moving quickly, trying to get you to cum because he can’t last much longer.

“gonna cum inside of you.” rafe warns, and you whine, clit pulsing under his movements.

“fill me up.” you tell rafe, aching for his cum warming your insides.��

rafe moans out your name repeatedly, pushing his cock as deep inside of you as it can go, letting his cum fill you up. at feeling his release, your orgasm pushes through your body, seeing stars as you squeeze your eyes shut, cunt fluttering around rafes cock, milking everything out of him that you can.

rafe slumps forward, his cock slipping out of you as you both collapse onto the couch, breathing heavily.

rafe grabs your waist and flips your position so you’re laying on top of him. you rest your head against his chest, letting out a low moan in appreciation as rafe strokes his hand over your hair.

“you mean what you said?” rafe asks, his hand not halting as it glides over the strands of your hair and then down your back.

“yes.” you whisper. you’ve felt far too cooped up these last six months. it’s not like you want to be a drug dealer, so hopefully once you settle your score with rafe and pay him back for what you stole, you’ll be able to absolve yourself from everything.

“then you’re coming home with me.” rafe says, helping you sit up.

“i-i can’t rafe.” you sigh, pushing your hair out of your face. “i need to get back to my brother, i’m not even supposed to be out without security.”

“mmm, you’ll have to figure it out.” rafe shrugs. “you’re coming home with me to start sucking my cock like you promised.”

“okay.” you whisper, not having any energy to argue with rafe, looking down at your destroyed body, covered in bruises and soaked in sweat, cum dripping out of your pussy.

“hey.” rafe says, placing his fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he presses a kiss against your lips, so unlike your other kisses, not devoid of passion but far sweeter, almost like he’s trying to comfort you despite what he just did to you, what he just made you agree to.

“come on.” rafe sighs, standing up. “put your bikini back on, we’re taking my boat.” “okay.” you stand, figuring it’s best now to just follow rafes instructions, not worrying about any consequences as you put your bikini back on, letting rafe help you off of your brothers boat and onto his own.

you take a seat at the back while rafe goes to the helm, watching the abandoned boat as you drive away, wondering what the hell you just got yourself into.

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pascallatte · 1 year

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Beginning of the year mishaps

Pairing/s: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader, Sarah Paulson x platonic!reader, Oscar Isaac x platonic!reader

Summary: An experimental Instagram live can’t cause that much chaos right? RIGHT?!

Date: Jan 1 2017

Warnings: age gap, cursing, bullying(?), kissing (?)

A/N: first fic for the main event, some reminders M/N is your mother's name and y/n/n is your nickname. Happy Reading, tell me what you think!!

When you feel like you’re having too much fun you have a gut feeling that something bad happens after. I’m not saying it’s karma but let’s say it's how the world balances things. and sometimes that feeling comes in the form of an Instagram live.

“Is it on?”

“I’m not sure, can..can you check”

“No, no. it’s fine now. I can see myself” the previously dark video suddenly lightened up when a very confused Sarah looked at the camera.

“There it is!! Hello, we are having a small get-together here, and it’s just around half an hour before the new year and we decide— well I decided to turn on Instagram and celebrate with you guys.” She smiles towards the camera and placed it in front of her as happy voices can be heard in the background

Looking through the comments she smiles “Happy new year to you too!! What are you doing?- uhm I’m doing a live.” Taking a drink Sarah looked up when a voice asked her if she wanted a cookie.

“No, I’m fine sweetie just place it down there, I’ll get some later,” she sweetly said as she places her drink down.

“Any upcoming movies this ye- Yes I have a movie coming up but I won’t talk about that.” continuing to answer question after question, Sarah became unaware of what was happening around her. Her peace of mind was interrupted when a sharp scream rang out the whole room.

“What the fu- hey put her down! Don’t— oh lord I can’t handle when the three’s all together.” With a hand on her forehead, she lets out a breath as she took a sip of her drink.

“What’s happening? Well to answer that I am currently babysitting my supposed adult guests, but I don’t know really.” shuffling and footsteps were evident in the background before something similar to a heavy object being dropped followed by giggles were heard. Looking past the camera, Sarah stifles a laugh at what she's seeing. With a shake of her head, she looks at her phone, comments filled with questions of “what’s happening?”, “Who are you with?”, “you look like a stressed mother.”

Taking the phone she stands up and moves further in the room, “hey, fix yourselves I’m gonna set up the phone here.” Placing the phone on what seems like a coffee table, she sits on the couch and the comments speed through as they saw who was she with. There, sitting on the couch, breathing heavily with drinks in their hands were Oscar Isaac, Y/n L/n, and Pedro Pascal, all looking as disheveled as whatever happened earlier can make them. As soon as you spot the camera, you beamed up a smile and wave towards the camera.

“Hi! Sarah, what’s this?” You looked towards her as she laughed at your state. “I’m on live sweetie. and you better fix up your hair you look like you didn’t comb for a month.”

“Oh thanks, hi again.” Raising your hands you try to smoothen your hair back but all your effort was wasted when Pedro who was seated on your left reached up with a towel of some sort and rubbed it on your head.

“Hey hey, I already told you to stop..” You said loudly as you took a pillow to hit him. Pedro just laughed while it happened and grabbed you by the waist to sit you on his lap, “Fine, fine, ok. I’ll stop just don't hit me again.”

“You keep telling her you’ll stop but as soon as she fixes her hair, you’ll mess it up again” Oscar perks up as he watches by the side.

Shaking his head, “no, I won’t”

“Yes you will, that’s what you’ve been doing since you found that towel.” He countered as he took a sip of the wine he was drinking.

“ Ok, but I’ll stop now. Yeah? Spent too much energy keeping hold of you,” Pedro nods towards you who was still seated on his lap. Reaching forward, you took this as a chance to remove the hand around your waist and went back to sitting beside him.

“Well, it’s not my fault you kept bothering me AND it’s also not my fault your old age keeps you from having fun.” teasingly you said as you took your drink placed on a side table.

Grumbling he threw the pillow you hit him with towards you,” you were the first one to bother me and I’m not old and I can surely keep up on the FUN, you personally know that.”

And if the viewers didn't catch on to what he said, your similar looks of shock cleared the meaning up for them. Sarah looked at you specifically before clearing her throat, “Okay, what time is it?”

“11:51”

“Oh that was quick come on, let’s go look out. They’re probably setting up the fireworks by now.” Sarah said as she stood up and took the phone before giving a look, towards your direction as the viewers believe.

Comments:

Ellnn03 What the fuck!!

Latinosdailyaccount Tell Pedro I love him!!

Mschppy I swear something’s up between those two.

Niccola_fer97 Sarah! Happy New Year

Aanxcse Happy new year from argentina

Latinosdailyaccount Tell Oscar I love him, enjoy your night!!

Sebbyiare Y/n’s with them AAAAAA I love their group

Julzzz.ie What did you have for dinner?

“What did I have for dinner? we had beef stew a specialty of y/n’s mother— thank you for the recipe M/N. And a bunch more the guys brought.” She answered as she tried to open the doors to her balcony.

“Sweetie, can you hold the phone for a minute I forgot I locked this.” She passed the phone to you who was standing right beside her.

“Oh, Sure!! Hello, people of Ms Sarah Paulson’s live, how are you guys?” You asked as you read the comments. Occasionally nodding at some questions. “Where’s Oscar?— oh he’s here, wait! Oscar, someone wants to see you.”

“Huh?” He looked back at you and realization sets in. “Hi! Happy new year everyone! Thank you for the kind comments, yes- oh I agree with that.” He said chuckling.

Curiously Pedro, who was behind the camera moved closer to have a look. “Agree with what?” He asked as he hooked his arm around your shoulders, nuzzling into your neck unconsciously.

“Someone said that I looked like the mediator when I’m with the two of you, which is true enough.”

Scoffing he took the phone and angled it to where both of you were seen.

“ Everyone! You see this? This is what happens when you tease the hell out of me and then pin the blame on me.” He said as the hand on your shoulder then moves to squish your cheeks.

Laughing he got a couple squeezes in before you swatted his hand and Sarah retrieved her phone. “P, I gave the phone to her, how the hell did you end up using it to harass her.”

“You see!!!” Pedro shouted towards the camera and grunted when you hit his mid-section. “Okay, chiqui. I'm sorry, I'm sorry” was softly heard as Sarah walks back to the balcony.

Sighing Sarah opens the door and the coldness from outside immediately enveloped them.

“Fuck it’s cold”

“Ahh winter season at it’s finest”

“Should’ve brought my jacket.”

“You want mine?” Pedro asked you quietly as he saw that the camera can still see them.

Shaking your head “no, thank you though,” smiling as you looked up at him, squeezing his forearm. “What time is it?” You asked Oscar who you knew had a watch.

“It’s…11:58,” he said towards you as he leaned on the railings.

“Thank you! And as much as I want to step closer, I might freeze before I get there.”

Sarah then pans the phone around to show where you are. “So it’s almost midnight, the countdown will start soon so to those who are watching in a different time zone, happy new year or advanced happy new year!!”

The tv that was left on inside then started the countdown. You and everyone in the building who was on the balcony joined in and shouted as you waited for the new year to enter. Moving to the side a bit, in hopes of not being in the phone’s view. You hooked your arm with Pedro’s and smiled up at him, as he looked down at you fondly.

“ THREE!!…. TWO!!!!….ONEE!!… HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!”, shouting simultaneously with wide smiles on your faces. Jumping up you hug him followed by a deep kiss. Reciprocating it for a few seconds, you part ways to hug Oscar who was in front of you, followed by Sarah who ran to hug you. Unbeknownst to your celebration, you didn’t notice that Sarah had placed the camera down on the table near the door and was able to capture the whole ordeal. And let me tell you the comment section went wild.

Comments:

Pedritofaan34 i fucking knew it!!!

Harveyping Oh no

Its.mekalum What the hell

Y/nfanaccount4fun This isn’t what I expected to see first thing in the new year, im hurt.

Taylorvargas Happy new year!!!

mitchfory/n/n.01 THEY FUCKING KISSED!!

Stunned, Sarah let out a gasp and looked at the camera before turning at you with wide eyes.

“Why? What happened” you asked from behind the camera and were heard walking closer when Sarah offered a short message and goodbye before abruptly ending the live, leaving her fans aghast at what they'd seen, before of course taking it to the internet.

A/n: did I post a new year's eve fic nearing the end of march? yes...yes I did

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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its-time-to-write · 9 months

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Hi y’all! This is my last unprompted angsty fic for a little! Gonna go back to our usually scheduled hijinks that are sitting in my request pile, I wanted to do this one first. I write all these as a way to deal with things that happen in my own life, whether it’s stressing about school and work, stupid romance, great romance, family, health, whatever, and I wanted to say (yet again) thank you for all the support. Sometimes I still can’t believe that you all like what I write but hey, there ya go

It’s funny, because my most popular fics are the ones that have been written directly out of my actual life. The ones that start out hard-to-deal-with, or with real, palpable heartbreak. The endings are often different because real life isn’t guaranteed a happy ending, but I’m allowed to take the past and see what it would be like if things went differently.

My characterization of Jamie is based on the only person I’ve ever really loved, which is why I can write his voice so clearly. I first watched Ted Lasso and was surprised at how similar they were, stupid hair and all. A lot of these fics are my way of archiving our story and immortalizing parts of it, as well as reminding myself that the love was there. It didn’t last and it wasn’t supposed to, but it was there.

Now, what’s real and what’s fiction? I’ll leave that up to you to decide, but I will say that it’s more than you might think and less than you might hope for.

So if you read this current fic and think, “huh, that was a really specific premise,” well I got news for you! It is. I’m in the first part of my journey on this, the early stages, and this story is not the way I want things to go for me. But I’m hoping that by creating a good ending out of a rough beginning, I can better face whatever lies ahead for me whether I approach it on my own two feet or with the assistance of some really sick wheels.

Anyway, enjoy this or skip it, it won’t hurt my feelings!

how to love being alive

Jamie’s at training when he gets the call. He barely registers the words on the other side when he’s cursing something awful, enough to make Roy Kent blush, and saying something about an emergency before speeding out the door. He pauses for a moment to look up an address in his phone, then he’s tearing out of the parking lot in a manner that puts Colin to shame.

To summarize, he’s not acting like himself.

He pulls up to a chiropractor of all places and the girl at the front desk must be able to tell who he’s here for because she just points to a door down the hall. Jamie’s pretty sure he’s never moved this quick in his life and wonders if this could translate to the pitch. Sure he’s fast, but he could always be faster.

He bursts through the door to see you borderline catatonic, staring at the floor while a doctor pats your arm. She looks at Jamie and says, “Let’s chat for a minute outside,” before he has a chance to say a single thing. Jamie can’t tear his eyes away from you as the doctor leads him out and shuts the door.

“Thought emergency contacts were for like, hospitals and shit,” he says.

The chiropractor shakes her head. Jamie notes that her name tag says “Dr. Hadley,” and has a vague memory of you mentioning her a few months ago.

God, it feels like a lifetime ago.

“We’re not confident she’s in a fit state to get herself home,” Dr. Hadley says. “Her headspace is a little messed up, which is to be expected. Usually people come to these types of appointments with some moral support.”

Jamie asks, “What kinds of appointments?” and Dr. Hadley tilts her head at him.

“You are Mr. Tartt, aren’t you?” she asks and Jamie just scoffs because he can’t decide between responding obviously, or telling her no, he’s not Mr. Tartt, that’s his father. He’s just Jamie.

Dr. Hadley knows who he is because she doesn’t live in a hole in the ground, so she doesn’t ask for identification. She takes his scoff as permission to keep talking, so she says, “She’s here for her MRI results. We’ve been in the process of treating a protrusion on her spine.”

Jamie is positive everyone in this office must think he’s on drugs because Dr. Hadley is talking like he’s supposed to know this, but for the life of him he knows you’d never said a thing.

“Your girlfriend has been in a severe amount of pain over the last few months, and we’ve finally been able to see the extent of the problem. Apparently she thought it would just go away, but it never did. So now she’s here with us.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jamie says automatically. Because it’s true, innit? You’re not. You’ve been broken up for a month because he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the irritation at attending his matches and the tossing and turning in bed at night and the fact that you were wound so tight that you’d snap at the most minor offenses.

You hadn’t been surprised when Jamie said he couldn’t do it anymore, it’s over, and at the time he had wished that you’d shown just a tiny sliver of emotion. After all, a year and two months is a long time to be with someone for you to coldly slide him his key and then turn away as though he were a stranger.

He could have sworn there was a glimmer of tears in your eyes, but they’d looked that way for a bit now so maybe it was just allergies. There’s no reason for you to have been in the verge of tears for the entire month before the breakup, right?

Right.

But he can’t think about that now because Dr. Hadley is frowning at him in a way that so comically reminds him of Roy’s sister that he has to bite back a laugh.

Everything’s all twisted.

“I certainly hope your split was amicable,” Dr. Hadley says. “You’re the only one listed as her emergency contact. She needs someone to get her home safely.”

“Right,” says Jamie. “Yes. Fuck. Right. Um, what exactly is wrong with her?”

Dr. Hadley shakes her head. “That’s her personal information to share with you at her prerogative. And we should probably go see her, I’m sure she doesn’t want to be alone for long.”

Jamie snorts at that. This doctor doesn’t know you at all. If you’ve received any type of bad news the last thing you want is people hanging around.

Jamie used to pride himself on being the only one you’d let into the bad-new bubble.

You don’t count with those other people, you’d said once while wrapped around Jamie so tight he thought he’d have to call Ted to bring a crowbar. You said, I don’t have to pretend around you. I don’t ever get tired of you.

Jamie bitterly thinks that that statement turned out to be a lie, but he shakes it off because you’ve only been separated a month, and apparently he’s still your emergency contact for a doctor he didn’t know you had been seeing and fuck if you didn’t look like the most pitiful thing he’d ever seen. He’ll pretend it’s ok for as long as it takes to get you home and comfortable, and then he’s calling this office to get his number switched off.

So he follows Dr. Hadley back into the room as she softly says your name in order to break whatever trance has you studying the carpet like your final exam is in ten minutes.

You can barely look at her as she whispers something about going home and being gentle, to which you nod and finally look at Jamie.

He wonders if you recognize him, because the stare you have is so vacant that you might as well be looking at a stranger.

“Is she on drugs?” he asks because it looks like you’re on drugs.

Dr. Hadley shakes her head and holds out her arm to help you up. “No, she’s just in a lot of pain. And emotional distress. It’s a killer combo, and she’ll need extra gentle handling for a while. No sitting for too long, no bending, no lifting. There’s a back support at the front desk for you to take.”

Jamie thinks he hears something pointed in the way Dr. Hadley says, extra gentle. What, like he doesn’t know how bad an injury can take you out? He’s in the Premier League for fuck’s sake. He knows how to deal with a strained muscle.

Dr. Hadley transfers your arm over to Jamie’s so smoothly that he barely understands what’s happening as she ushers you both out the door, thrusting a small foam roll into Jamie’s free hand.

“For lumbar support,” she says. “Won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.”

Jamie’s pretty sure he’s said thanks as you climb in the car and then he’s in the drivers seat and it’s dead quiet.

“Right,” he says to the silence. “What the fuck.”

You’re picking at your nails something fierce. Jamie has to fight the urge to take your hand in his. A month of separation is not long enough for this shit.

“Can you just drive?” you ask in a broken voice. “I don’t want to be sitting for longer than I have to.”

There’s a new pitch in your voice, one Jamie’s never heard before, so he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t turn on the radio or a playlist or a podcast or anything, just drives in silence. He knows if it’s quiet long enough, you’ll talk.

He’s the opposite. He doesn’t need time to crack wide open, just a kind touch or a soft glance and he’s an open book. He was always shocked how early into your relationship you’d figured that out. A soft, “What’s on your mind, Jaim?” and he was unloading about whatever stress or fear he had.

He’s two minutes away from your flat when you break the silence. “I have gradual onset paralysis,” you say in a voice devoid of emotion. “‘Gradual onset’ means it happens over time. Paralysis means, well…paralysis.”

Jamie can hear what you’re saying and he understands it, but what catches him is the way you’re like nothing more than a hollow body. Not cracking a joke, not picking a fight. Just- empty.

Jamie says a long and drawn out “Fuuuckk,” because what else can you say? It’s not really his business to comfort you or to pry, except he’s the one the doctor called, so he allows himself one question.

“How did it happen?”

Last he knew, you were healthy as a horse.

“Two disks in my spine popped,” you reply, still in that same awful emotionless voice. “They’re not really sure how, could’ve been any number of things. Anyway, it got into my nerves. And my spinal cord. And it’s messing things up and it’s only going to get worse. The scans were to see if they could operate, because sometimes you can remove the shards. Or whatever it is. But I guess they can’t, because if they tried I’d definitely be paralyzed. So all I can do now is be in pain and wait for my legs to shut down.”

Jamie doesn’t know how to respond to any of that but he’s saved from thinking of an adequate response because he’s at your flat.

It was smart of you not to sell it when you’d moved in with Jamie. He wonders if you knew the breakup was inevitable.

He hops out and opens the door like a gentleman, offering his hand like he’s some Mr. Darcy-type shit, except you had both agreed that Roy was Mr. Darcy and he was Bingley. So it doesn’t fit at all except as soon as you’re done clutching his hand so you can get out without unnecessary pain, his hand flexes itself like he’s in that damn movie.

It wasn’t even a conscious choice, just a thing his hand decided to do, and he definitely thinks he’s going to have to talk to Ted about this. Or maybe Sam. Sam knows shit and is good at empathy. Maybe he’ll know what to say when your ex-girlfriend tells you she’s not going to walk ever again.

Jamie follows you to the door as you fiddle with the lock and push it open with a sigh. For a moment he doesn’t know if he should go inside, but it smells like honey and cinnamon because it’s the beginning of fall and he thinks that he should at least make sure you’ll be alright.

He notices you’re moving weird. All stiff, like. You’re trying to get an icepack out of the freezer but you can’t maneuver in a way that’s comfortable so Jamie grabs it and hands it to you.

You mumble, “Thanks,” and Jamie catches a glimpse of the perpetual glimmer in your eye.

“D’you need me to call someone?” he asks. “I can get Keeley down here. Or fucking… Ted. Or Colin.” He doesn’t say Sam, because he needs Sam. He can’t talk to Sam if he’s here with you.

You shake your head. Jamie wonders if it hurts to talk, but he remembers how much you hate the sound of your voice when you’re crying.

You take a slow, shallow breath to collect yourself. “I’m ok,” you finally say. “Not much anyone can do, and you’ve got training. I- I didn’t know they’d call you. I still have to switch your number with someone else. I’m probably going to ask Keeley since my family’s still far away.”

“Right,” Jamie says. Not much else to say. Except-

“You were seeing that bone doctor when we were together, and you didn’t fucking say anything?”

It’s accusatory and he knows it, but he can’t for the life of him say it kinder. Ted’s always on about communication and shit, and that is not communication.

You shuffle over to the couch and use it to help you lay face down in the floor. The icepack is precariously balanced on the small of your back.

“Didn’t know how to tell you,” comes your muffled voice. “Least, I figured out how to tell you too late. What was I gonna say, ‘Sorry I’ve been a complete bitch to you for four weeks, I’ve got shit floating around in my spine that makes me hurt so bad I want to die?’ Sounds fucking stupid.”

Jamie wants to say, Swear jar because it’s a long-standing joke, but he catches the words right before they reach the tip of his tongue.

“You could’ve said something,” he replies instead. “Chronic pain’s shit. It’s really shit and it makes you act like shit to the people you care about. It’s not an excuse, but it’s a reason.” As the words are coming out of his mouth, Jamie is reminded of a time when the roles were reversed, and you were giving him the “excuse versus reason,” speech.

You’d said, You’re dad’s an abusive prick, Jamie. Makes sense that you’d have a lot of negative emotions.

Fuck, if only you’d said something sooner. Maybe this would be something that you’d be cracking jokes about, or Jamie would be holding your hand, or he’d be laying right next to you as he runs his fingers through your hair.

But your muscles spasm so that thought gets banished as you bite on your forearm in an effort not to yell.

“Fucking hell,” Jamie says. “I don’t think you’re sorted on your own. I’m calling Ted.”

He walks to the other room so he can pretend he can’t hear your protests.

—

Ted leaves training to Roy, Beard, and Nate. What’s the point in having four coaches if one of ‘em can’t leave for family emergencies?

Sure, you’re not actually family, but that’s Ted for you. He doesn’t do casual friendships.

Jamie is out the door like a shot as soon as Ted knocks with a “Sorry, coach,” that Ted barely has a chance to wave off.

Ted doesn’t say much once he’s inside, just rambles on about training and Kansas and Henry. He’s clattering around in your kitchen and you can’t find it in yourself to care what he’s doing so you just keep laying on the floor, willing your back to stop hurting.

Finally, he comes over and sets down a smoothie in a short glass with a straw.

“It’s so you can drink it without moving,” he explains.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you say more to the couch legs than to Ted.

He sighs from where he’s crouched down next to you. “You don’t really have a choice, darlin’. You have to do this. The question is, are you gonna go through it alone?”

You shrug as best as you’re able.

“Wrong answer,” says Ted, standing up. “You’ve got a whole crew of people here who are gonna root for you and support you with whatever you need. All you got to do is ask, sweetheart.”

Ah, fuck, you’re crying again and Ted can definitely tell because your shoulders are shaking. He’s pretty sure you’d want to save face so he stands up and says, “Beard’s coming over after training. Says he wants to figure out how to modify your house for a wheelchair or something. Thought I’d make us all dinner so we’re not so hangry when he mentions taking an ax to anything.”

The mental image of Coach Beard chopping down your stairs is enough to make you smile a little through your tears.

—

Waiting is really shitty. Like, really shitty. Every day is the same thing: tingly legs, shooting pains, phantom cramps. The worst was when Dani and Richard were over and you stood up to get something from the fridge, and your legs decided at that moment to lose feeling. You panicked with your arms held out for balance as you swayed back and forth for a moment, willing your feet to fucking move. They did, but not before Dani and Richard were on you in a flash, ready to catch you if you fell.

“Well that was weird,” you joke in an effort to cut the tension. They laugh, but you still catch their worried glance.

“You do not have to put on a brave face for us,” Dani says. “If you want to joke, we will joke. But if you want to cry, we will cry too.”

“You can cry,” Richard says, “I will just pour more wine.”

You laugh. There’s been a steady stream of Greyhounds at your flat for the last week and a half. Everyone and their mother (quite literally) has come by to see you. Your own parents were coming in a week to stay indefinitely while you sorted things out.

You wonder if it’s easier to lose control of your legs slowly or all at once? On the one hand, you at least have notice. But on the other hand, the long, drawn-out waiting feels like slow torture. Every day you wake up from restless sleep and experimentally wiggle your toes. Every day, you check off one more box on your mental calendar as you count down to a date that doesn’t even properly exist.

The only person who hasn’t visited is Jamie. You don’t blame him, though. Keeley’s come round almost every single day and has been successfully switched to your emergency contact. She’s the one you’re calling as soon as you discover you can’t move.

You’re pretty sure it’s getting closer. Your legs fall asleep more frequently and things are all numb. It’s like you know you’re in pain, but it’s not quite registering with your nerves.

It fucking sucks.

—

You don’t believe in intuition like spirits and all that, but you believe in it in that your brain can pick up things that you couldn’t if you were actually trying.

That’s why you’re pretty sure this is it.

Walking is pretty much a no-go right now, so you stiff-leg yourself to the couch and sprawl out as comfortably as you can.

You call Keeley, and she’s over in no time.

“Hi babes,” she says as soon as she’s through the door, “Can I call Rebecca for girls’s night?”

“Sure,” you say, “Might as well live it up.”

Keeley replies, “Great! She’ll be here in ten minutes,” and you laugh, really actually laugh, because of course Keeley’s already called her.

Rebecca swoops in all smiles and no sympathy which is great because if one more person pushes their lower lip out at you, you’re going to scream. She’s brought drinks and Keeley’s pulling out snacks and you’re going to talk and giggle until you fall asleep, ready for what the morning has.

“Is Shandy making a move on that one player?” Rebecca asks Keeley from the couch.

“Nah,” Keeley calls back, “He said he wasn’t interested right now. Still hung up, I think.”

“What player?” you ask. You know what Shandy’s like, and you feel for the poor guy.

Rebecca and Keeley are silent before Keeley says, “You wouldn’t know him.”

“Bullshit,” you reply. “I know everyone on that team and I know you haven’t signed anyone new recently. Is it Colin?”

Rebecca shakes her head and gives Keeley a look. Keeley shrugs. “You’re the one who brought it up, babes.”

Rebecca turns to you. “It’s Jamie,” she says. “She’s been trying to bag him ever since Zava showed up.”

You shake your head. “She’s not right for him. He deserves someone better than that.”

Keeley’s back from the kitchen and scrutinizing your expression. “And what exactly do you mean by better?” she asks.

You laugh. “Oh no, not me. I wasn’t talking about me. No, I’m not- he needs someone different. Like, I don’t know, Roy’s sister, maybe? She’s great and a doctor to boot. Very caring too.”

“You’re caring,” Keeley says slowly, “And anyway, Molly doesn’t like him like that. They’re just friends.”

“Hang on, are you putting yourself in the same bracket as Shandy?” Rebecca interjects.

You shrug. “I was a complete bitch the last month we were together. There’s no excuse for it. I’m just surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

“You were in fucking pain!” Keeley exclaims. “You said you weren’t sleeping and everything fucking hurt and you couldn’t even think straight.”

You grab a handful of candy from a bowl. “Keels, I appreciate the sentiment, but I majorly fucked it. Like, there’s no going back. So he can date whoever he wants as long as it’s not fucking Shandy. Can we please, please move on?”

Rebecca’s eyes are narrowed but they both acquiesce. “Keeley, what about your love life? I’m sure it’s boring as usual.”

Keeley shrieks and smacks her with a pillow. “Fuck off,” she replies. “I’ll have you know it’s going very well…”

—

You were right. You wake up still on the couch tangled in Keeley’s arms, and the standard toe-wiggle just… doesn’t happen. It’s quiet, the early morning type, the kind where the sunlight isn’t so harsh and birds are chirping softly and all of Richmond hasn’t quite got up to begin their day.

As you look at your unmoving toes, the first thing you feel is a rush of relief. The waiting’s over, you think.

You look over to the wheelchair that’s been leaning patiently against the wall all this time. Here’s the first day of forever. You’re in no rush for it to start, so you let Keeley’s little snores and Rebecca’s heavy breathing lull you back to sleep.

—

It’s definitely a learning curve. And it’s frustrating. And if one more person catches you crying out of sheer rage, you’re going to start throwing things. But like Ted said, you don’t really have a choice.

Your mom said, “The only way out is through,” then grinned at the murderous glare you shot her way. She opened her phone and pulled up a picture of you, age three. “Same lovely expression as always,” she remarks cheerfully. That cracks your frown. You always were a funny kid.

It takes a while to figure out how to get places. Keeley (the absolute angel) volunteered, but she’s busy with the PR firm and quite frankly, a little too delicate to help you into a car. You made the mistake of saying this exactly one time and because subject to a rant about how she’s “not weak, just PETITE FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!”

Roy had punctuated her argument with a couple “That’s fucking right, babe"s all while rolling his eyes behind her back. It made you giggle.

The general consensus was that at any given reasonable hour (or unreasonable if you’re Richard or Bumbercatch) a Greyhound or coach would be able to get you where you’re needed. And today, that place is Nelson Road.

“How often does Jamie come visit?” Jan Maas asks, straightforward as ever.

“Um, never,” you reply. “We broke up, remember?”

“Right,” agrees Jan Maas. “We all know that, I just assumed you had gotten back together.”

You laugh. How absurd. “And why on earth would you assume that?”

“Because he talks about you all the time,” comes his prompt reply.

Huh. That’s interesting. You haven’t received so much as a single emoji from Jamie, but hadn’t thought a thing of it. But this, this is strange. This does not fit into your idea of how broken up people act.

“Weird,” you say. “Wonder what the fuck that’s about.”

Jan Maas shrugs and moves to lift you from the car.

—

It’s weird to be at Nelson Road, number one because it’s been FOREVER, number two because you’re eye-level with all sorts of things you’d never noticed before (ahem, part of the wall Roy kicked that no one cared to patch up), and number three because the last time you were here, it was as Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend.

Jan holds open the door as you roll in, ready to face whatever lies in wait.

It turns out whatever is a very excited Ted and Beard as well as a neutral Roy who present you a coaching jacket and a whistle.

“You’re coaching with us today because that little rat bastard Nate went to the dark side,” Beard says.

You remark, “Tell us how you really feel,” earning a snort from Roy and a chuckle from Trent Crimm.

“Oh yeah,” Ted says, “this is Trent. He’s writing a book.”

“Cool,” you say, “but you do know I know jack shit about coaching?”

Beard shrugs. “Neither do we. Worked out pretty well so far.” That earns another snort from Roy.

“Right,” you say. “Well, I guess I’m up for anything.”

“You mean ‘down,’” says Ted. “Oh I’m sorry, is it too soon?”

“Never,” you reply. “It’s never too soon to make trauma-related puns and this world, it’s either laugh or cry. So fuck it, I’m going to laugh.”

“Fuck yes,” grunts Roy before turning on his heel to yell at the team to GET THE FUCK ON THE PITCH YOU LITTLE PRICKS!

—

You don’t do much except sit there and watch as the coaches yell and point and run drills. It’s a chore to remind yourself not to check out Jamie’s butt as he runs by so you start thinking not yours, not yours, like a mental mantra.

He’s not looking at you so you won’t look at him and you’re sure it won’t be a problem because there are so many people to look at and talk to, except lunch rolls around (haha) and you sit at the head of a table and Jamie’s on the bench right next to you. So. There goes the no eye-contact plan.

You take exactly two bites of your sandwich before thinking fuck this and pushing yourself back so you can roll away. You can just take the elevator to see Becca.

You’ve made it a good way down the hall when you hear Jamie calling your name while saying, “Wait,” so you move a little faster.

But it’s still new and you’re painfully reminded that arms are not legs so he catches you with ease.

“The fuck are you running away for?” he asks, and you want to point out that technically, you weren’t running. Metaphorically though, he’d be right.

“I’m not running,” you reply. “I was just going to see Rebecca.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “I know you, and that was running. Is it because of me?”

“No,” you say, and you realize how much you’ve been looking up today. Your fucking neck needs a break so you rub it and look straight ahead, past Jamie at a life-size decal of O’Brien on the opposite wall.

“Why would I be running away from you? You’re not- I’m the shitty ex in this situation. I’m the one who fucked things up, Jamie, so… you don’t have to like, pretend that it’s your problem. I actually think it would be better if you were just mad and avoided me instead of whatever the hell is currently happening.”

Jamie rubs his jaw. He should be exasperated, he should, but instead the gears in his mind are turning. A few words stick out to him and then it’s like the final puzzle piece has clicked into place.

“Hang on,” he says slowly. “Hold the fuck up. Did you mess things up on purpose?”

The moment the words are out of his mouth he wants to take them back and apologize, because there’s no way they’re actually true, except you have a look on your face that can only be described as guilty.

“Fuuckkk,” Jamie breathes out and you hurriedly interject, “It wasn’t intentional! At least, not at first. It started because I was irritable because I hurt a lot, and then I convinced myself that I was faking it so I got mad at myself for being a little liar. And then I couldn’t sleep because I hurt so bad and everything was making me uncomfortable so I started snapping at you. I noticed it pretty quick so I figured I’d get the pain checked out and sorted because I didn’t think pulled muscles were supposed to last this long. And it turned out that it wasn’t a pulled muscle but some of my disks were all weird, and then one day in between physical therapy and the chiropractor, I fell on my back and jostled everything wrong and it fucking popped.”

Jamie thinks he knows exactly when that was. He remembers you saying something about falling while walking to your car after work and him asking if you needed ice. It was at the tail end of things, and he’d taken your stiffness figuratively as opposed to literally. Like, you were acting all cold because you hated him, not because you couldn’t move.

“So,” you continue, “I just leaned into it. I mean, Dr. Hadley was only one of my doctors, but she’s the one who told me I- you know, could end up like this. She said if things popped and it got into my spinal cord or fluid or whatever and they couldn’t get it out, it was only a matter of time before it messed everything up. They only way to stop it at that point would be to not move so either way, I end up stuck.”

You half-sob, half-laugh. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I could tell you were already annoyed with me so I just decided to let it happen. You’re better off without me, anyway. I hate asking for help and I hate when people give me empathetic looks or what-fucking-ever, and I was going to have to ask you for a lot of help. You don’t even fucking have time for that, Jamie.”

Jamie is at a loss for words, and you’ve run out of things to say.

You stare at each other in the hallway by the elevator, breathing heavily. You’ve both triggered each other’s fight-or-flight response, and it seems you’re both down for a fight.

“Right,” Jamie says finally, “ok, yeah, ok. You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to have to deal with this?”

You nod.

“Right,” he says again. “That’s fucked up.”

You don’t respond and he looks at you closely. “You know that’s fucked up, yeah?”

You shrug.

“Jesus, babe.” Jamie runs his hands through his hair. He’s going to have to fix his headbands. “Alright,” he says yet again, “look. Dr. Sharon and me- we talk. And, you’re supposed to be able to talk to people about shit like this. Like, me playing football isn’t supposed to mean I don’t have time for the people I love. And if you’re feeling that way or if you’re hurting, you have to tell me so I don’t think you’re being all pissed off because you hate me. That’s the whole point of love, babe. You take care of each other’s shit.”

“Jamie, I can’t get places easily anymore. I can’t drive and I can’t go up steps. I will never be able to storm the pitch to kiss you or walk with you in Brazil. I get mad really easily because everything’s so fucking frustrating and I just want to punch something.” You shake your head. “You don’t deserve any of that. You need someone who can be there for you and isn’t a total pill to be around.”

“Are you fucking trying to push me away?” he asks.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Obviously!”

“Well fucking don’t. You almost had me the first time, but good luck getting rid of me now.”

“Fine!”

“For fuck’s sake, just kiss,” groans Will, walking by with an armful of laundry.

“Fuck off, William!” you both say in unison and then Jamie’s on one knee, eye-level with you and brushing a thumb across your chin.

“Fucking hell, love,” he breathes. “You have to remember that you can talk to me, yeah? Just promise you’ll remember.”

You nod, unable to speak.

“Good,” he says. “We’re giving this another go. And if you can’t kiss me on the pitch, might as well do it here, yeah?”

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Tighnari x fem!reader. Comfort Smut. Accidental use of an aphrodisiac. Abandonment issues mentioned. Some footnotes at the end.

a/n: Did you all think I was going to choose Scara? Nope 😋 I choose Tighnari. I have quite a few people who encourage to write for myself. So here I am. I hope you all enjoy as well. Please know every word I type is making me feel better. I hope it makes anyone reading this feel better to if they are down. I used one of my beloved @kichikichiko 's suggestions.

You'd been acting very peculiar for about a week now. Tighnari was worried. He eventually started making notes of your distant behavior in an attempt to puzzle out what was wrong. He could smell that something was going on.

*You looked tired as you sat with him in his hut, drawing a picture of creature called a dinosaur from a novel that was dog eared and thoroughly read multiple times.

Tighnari grabbed a bottle of something and offered it to you. "Here..this should help relax you to sleep since you haven't slept for days," he said quietly, setting the bottle down in front of you.

You smiled at him in appreciation, sipping it as you drew. No response however. Tighnari's ears drooped a little. He wished you would tell him what was wrong.

*He sat with you, murmuring quiet compliments about your drawing of the dinosaur. Your favorite was the one with the long talon claw on it's on the middle toes. He'd listened many times when you gushed about the Velociraptors from the novel.

Tighnari's ears pricked when you dropped your pencil suddenly. Your cheeks were getting flushed and he could hear your heart beat speeding up. He could feel some changing in himself as well.

When his eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table, they suddenly widened. "Oh no!" He exclaimed.

Tighnari had made a very VERY rare mistake. He really should've labelled the bottle properly. It was something he was developing for the mating season for fennec foxes. When the female drank it from a water source, the males would be able to smell it.

And now he'd accidentally given it to you instead of a very mild sedative.

He quickly put his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. "'Nari, please.." you said, panting quietly.

And then it clicked. Your eyes may have been filled with lust, but there was something else there. Buried behind it was a hint of sadness. "Are you serious?" He said, nuzzling your forehead, "why would ever think I would abandon you? You are my mate."

"'Nari.." Was all you could manage to say. His kisses were deep and open mouthed as Tighnari let himself get swept by his lust for you.

Clothes were removed hastily and before you knew it, you were laying on your back beneath Tighnari. "I would never leave you," he whispered, peppering your neck and chest with love bites that would bruise the next morning. He didn't want it any other way. If marking you like this would reassure you, then he would do it all night.

The way you were moaning while he sucked and bit your skin was starting to make him feel frenzied and feral. Rubbing your clit, he plunged two fingers inside of your cunt, shivering when he felt how wet you were. "I'm sorry, my love, I have to prepare you quickly. You smell so good.."

You grasped in pleasure when his fingers found your sweet spot. You spread your legs, locking them in place around his hips. "Please, just fuck me now, 'Nari. I can't stand it anymore.." you pleaded.

You felt dizzy with lust, the aphrodisiac had made you so sensitive. You tugged on his ears, making him whimper, turning his head slightly into your hand, nuzzling it. His ears had always been sensitive, especially so when he was intimate with you.

"Archons, I'm so lucky to have you," Tighnari said, thrusting his cock inside of you. "You aren't even mad that messed up tonight."

"I love you, Tighnari," you moaned, feeling your orgasm building like a furious storm in your core.

Tighnari's cum spilled into you, making his cock squelch in and out of your pussy. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, making his pace speed up. He was determined to help you reach your climax.

"I hope you don't mind, but it's going to take awhile for the aphrodisiac to wear off," Tighnari said between his own pants and moans, feeling your walls begin to clench around his cock. "We going to have to have multiple rounds." His kiss on your lips was gentle.

"Shut up and make me cum again, ',Nari," you said playfully.

Tighnari chuckled. He really loves you a lot.

*I'm referring to Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. I'm a die hard Jurassic Park/Jurassic World fan. The Velociraptors are very favorite 🥰 Thank you for reading. I feel much better, but my responses to asks may be sporadic and slow tonight. Bear with me, please.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #tighnari #tignari smut #fem! reader #comfort smut #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Kinktober Day 20: Mind Control- Lucifer (SPN)

A/N: ⚠️ please be aware that this is a dark fic with non con themes in it so content warning and please don’t read if you don’t like that ⚠️

Summary: Lucifer finds out how well he can control humans and uses that new ability on the Winchester’s sister

Word count: 1, 129

As the Impala pulled up to the bunker garage, you were glad to finally be home. The hunt wasn’t very physically taxing but it was mentally exhausting. Your mind felt weak and you just wanted to lay down.

Walking through the halls of the large bunker, you were grateful to be getting to your room. Once you opened the door however, the person, or perhaps a better word would be ‘being’, you saw brought out anything but gratitude in you.

Lucifer stood before you and just as you were about to scream or run, you found you were unable to. Panic began to take over you as you stood before him frozen.

“Hello, little Winchester, I’m so glad you’re finally back. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to return.” He says, the tone of his voice almost toying with you.

Making his way closer to you, you try once again to move or shout, but unfortunately your attempts are in vain. As he stands before you, his finger tips begin to trace over your face and slowly trace across your lips. Being frozen you try to move your face or even close your eyes, but now even that is taken from you.

“You know, an angels grace can give them so many abilities. I only just discovered for myself how well I’m able to control humans. I’ve been practising and as you can see, from your frozen state, I’ve gotten quite good. I can make you do whatever I want.” He taunts you, as he leans his face in closer to yours, your noses now touching.

Fear strikes you as you realise what this means. The more time passes the more frozen you seem to become. Now unable to show any emotion at all, you simply stand there in a trance-like state.

Looking down at you, he now chuckles, happy to see just how well this new ability is working. His once light touches and tracing fingers, now shove their way into your hair, pulling at your scalp and shoving your head back.

“I want to use this new power to my own advantage against your brothers of course, but for now I’d like to have a little fun.” He continues to taunt you.

Looking down into your eyes, he sees nothing but complete compliance, this making his smile wider. He leans down closer until his lips are almost on yours. You believe he’s going to kiss you but you’re grateful that he steps away.

Your gratitude only lasts so long however before it is turned to fear once again.

Walking away, he makes his way over to your desk chair, turning it around so he can sit facing you. He sits down dominantly and you begin to panic as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his impressively hard cock, stroking it lightly as his legs widen.

“Come over here, little one.” He orders.

Your mind becomes terrified as your body begins to move towards him in your zombie state. His smile grows and the hand on his cock lightly speeds up with each step you take.

“Now kneels before your king.” He orders, smirking darkly as you fall to your knees before him.

“Such a good girl.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

You want nothing more than to take his hand and break it, call out to your brothers, scream! But your body is limp and terrifyingly compliant, leaving you with no choice but to do whatever Lucifer orders you.

“Now, put your pretty little mouth and lovely hand around my cock and make me cum. I know you can be a good girl and do that.” Comes his next order.

A tight grip in your hair moves you forward, though there is no need, your body was moving towards him anyway.

You can’t believe the position you’re in, on your knees, in front of the devil himself and sucking his cock.

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, moving up and down, sucking and licking as your hand pumps the rest of him. He told you that you’d make him cum and that’s exactly what your bodies doing.

If you could look up, you’d see his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lip between his teeth.

“Oh fuck. Such a good girl for me.” He moans out in praise as his hand in your hair guides your head down further.

“When I take you back to hell, I’ll have to train you to do this without my grace. You’ll be my good little slave, you’ll beg for my cock to be inside you always.” He moans out darkly, his hips now moving with his hand.

The thought of being his slave and what that means starts to sink in. Surely he can’t do that, you wouldn’t do this from your own free will. Your brothers will find him and save you.

Leaning his head down, his lips ghost by your ear.

“Once I cum in your pretty little mouth, you’re mine. You’ll crave my cock always and do whatever I say to get it. Once my seed makes it’s way into your body you’ll be mine forever.” He tells you, chuckling darkly.

Before you can fully process what he’s said, he begins to stand, his cock still in your mouth.

“Stop sucking and touching me. Keep my cock in your mouth and open your mouth up wide.” He orders and once again your body complies.

Your hands are besides you limply and your mouth is hung open wide. He takes the back of your head with both hands to keep it still and begins to fuck his hips into you.

You begin to gag around him and tears begin to roll down your cheeks but there is nothing you can do.

“Look at me while I fuck your throat, little one.” He orders with a strained moan and you knew he was close.

Looking up you see the devil himself with a smirk on his face in a state of sexual bliss.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat and you will be mine.” He warns as his thrusts become harder and faster.

The back of your throat and your scalp are burning as he continues to thrust into you harshly. With one last particularly harsh thrust, he roars out a moan as his warm seed is forced down your throat.

Slipping his cock out of you, he laughs loudly at your still open mouth and your fucked out face. He chuckles darkly as he gathers your spit and tears, pushing them back into your open mouth.

“Now you’re mine.” He whispers in your ears as he lifts you up and you feel yourself being transported somewhere.

#lucifer #lucifer imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer supernatural #lucifer supernatural imagine #lucifer supernatural x reader #lucifer spn #lucifer spn imagine #lucifer spn x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #spn #spn imagine

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coleszzzworld · 5 months

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Yandere jock (Kai Martinez) x reader she/her pronouns for reader.

Jock’s Pinterest board.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- cussing suggestive content, slight alcohol consumption, yandere behavior , reckless driving,speeding , reader lowkey being afraid. POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.-enjoy the fall.-🐇♦️🖤

“Gonna hold ya, Gonna kiss ya in my arms , Gonna take ya, Away from harm…”

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“Come on y/n , we’re going to be late!!” Y/f/n says as she walks into the bathroom where you are currently getting ready , as you put down your makeup brush you pick up your phone , looking at the time and the multiple texts and calls from Kai , you decide to ignore them , “y/f/n , it’s 9:20 , the party don’t start till 9:50” you say as you continue to do your make up.

“Yeah so? , we need to pre game!!! , we’re going to our first ever frat party! , theirs going to be so many hot guys there!!” She says as she hops onto the bathroom counter , “I don’t plan on getting shit faced drunk y/f/n , I plan on actually being aware of my surroundings” you chuckle , as your phone vibrates, y/f/n looks down at your phone , and then looks up at you , “still ignoring him huh?” She says as she takes a drink from a red solo cup , you sigh out , “no…well..it’s not ignoring… more like taking a break from our friendship!” You say , “yeah your ignoring him!!” Your friend laughs out , “you do know he’ll be here at the party tonight… right?” She says as she looks at you with a confused look.

“Well now that I know that , suddenly I don’t feel like going” you say as you fix you hair up a bit , “no ma’am!!! , your definitely going even if Kai wasn’t there, you would still be going!” She says as she jumps off the counter , and looks into the mirror fixing her makeup a bit, as you chew on the inside of your cheek , wondering if you should go or not , you finally decide to go , “ugh fine , I’ll go …only because your forcing me too!” You say as you walk out of the bathroom.

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As you and y/f/n enters the big frat house, you immediately smell alcohol and … what is that smell? Smells fruity your mind then connects the Dots as you look up you notice the vape clouds reaching up to the Celling ,you shake your head immediately wanting to leave , before you could turn to your friend, a voice speaks “hey y/f/n!!” A guy calls out , you recognize him , he’s on the football team with Kai , and not only that , him and y/f/n , has been ‘talking’ with each other , “hey y/n , do you mind if I go with him real quick? , I promise I’ll be back before you know it!!” She says as she smiles shyly at you , you can’t deny her from seeing her boy Toy , “that’s fine , just meet up with me in the kitchen , when your done” you wink at her for that last part obviously you know that they’re going to fuck , she waves you bye as she walks away , “now where is the alcohol..?” You say as you walk into the kitchen.

Your already on your second cup of alcohol , your not drunk or buzzed which is good , as you sit on the counter waiting for y/f/n to come back , you scroll through Instagram , you then breathe out before looking up , before deciding to move to the living room to sit on the couch for better back support.

You check the time , 10:47 , y/f/n has been gone for about 30 minutes, your still on you second cup , then you get a message from y/f/n , “just got done lol , fixing up my makeup and cleaning myself up real quick , I’ll give you all the juicy details!! , be down in 10” you laugh , not noticing someone sitting beside you.

“Y/n…” a voice calls out to you , no not just any voice, you recognize it. You turn your head to reveal a taller male with gray eyes and black curly hair , dressed in a black tank top with cargo pants , and black converse. It’s Kai . You breathe out already feeling the awkward feeling between you both , “u-uh hey Martinez” you say as you try to make it not Awkward, “that’s all you can say?…you’ve been ignoring me! , d-did I do something wrong? Please forgive me if I-I did!” He says as he grabs your hand gently rubbing his thumb over your back hand, you sigh out , “look Kai.. you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise, I-I just kinda of needed a break from…everything” you say as you look at him then you look to the crowd, before he could speak your phone vibrates , “hold on , it’s y/f/n..” you say as you pull your hand away , you didn’t notice then but he looked away ,and pure spite , and anger was written all over his face.

“Hey y/n , sooooo change of plans, if it’s cool with you , jacob wants to go back to his dorm with me , but i can Uber back with you “ she says as she giggles at the male in the room with her , you sigh out , you don’t want to ruin her night , cause she barely gets to see her boy toy, but at the same time you don’t want to Uber Alone , “eh…I don’t know…I really don’t want to Uber alone” you say catching the attention of the taller male, “y/n , I can take you back to your place!” He says as he perks up , “I don’t know Kai …” , “it’s fine y/n! , it’s really no problem!” Well you have been ignoring him , but you do trust him, you know he wouldn’t try anything, “fine. Look y/f/n , Martinez is going to take me back to my place, be safe okay?” , “thank you y/n! , you be safe too!” She says as she hangs up. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿════✿══╡°˖✧✿

As you lean back into the passenger seat , looking out the window , enjoying the slightly quiet night , you bop your head a bit to the song playing , “so y/n…I have a question” Kai speaks up as he turns the radio down a bit , you breathe out already feeling the tension, might as well get this over with , “go ahead and shoot Kai.” , “I know your lying to me.” He grips the steering wheel a bit tight , “ you didn’t take a break from ‘everything’… you took a break from me.” He says as he speeds up a bit , your annoyed at this point , so you decide to let everything loose , “yeah and what about it Kai?… I needed a break from you , so what.” You shrug as you look away from the window , then at him, “oh angel… why can’t you see that I love you.” He says as the speed picks up steadily, you get a bit nervous, “Kai slow down, before you kill us.” You say getting more and more annoyed , “s…say you love me y/n.” He says as the speed increases , he has to be going at least 70 on this backroad , “k-Kai stop!” You say getting scared, “why?!!..why don’t you love me?!, i love everything about you….why are you trying to leave me?… i worship the ground you walk on y/n!! , i would kill for you…I would die for you!. One thing I will never let happen is never let you leave … we’ll both be fucking dead before that happens.” He chuckles at that last part then he looks at you. His eyes off the road, as his speeding increases, he hit 100. “K-kai look at the fucking road and slow down you psychopath!!!” You say trying to get his attention back to the road.

“Say you love me… say you fucking love me or I swear to god… I’ll kill us both right now y/n.” He says as he continues to look at you his speed still increasing , If he was in the city he would’ve of definitely hit something. You shake with fear, your stomach having butterflies from the speed. Your on the brink of tears , he then stomps on his foot on the gas , making the car go faster the speed immediately jumping to 130 in seconds “FUCKING SAY YOU LOVE ME Y/N!!!” He yells at you , “I-I love you , so much, I-I’m sorry ignored you!, p-please Kai just slow down..” you say as you look at him , and almost immediately he slows down his speed once at 130 dropping down to 80 in seconds. He looks back at the road. As he continues to drop the speed back down to the speeding limit, “i love you so much y/n..words can’t explain how I feel about you. I’ll forever will love you.” You don’t even respond you just let out panicked breathes , you then turn your body towards the window letting out your tears quietly. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿════✿══╡°˖✧✿

A/n-who knew our sweet boy could be so damn scary 😭 I kinda like when he’s acting crazy but that’s just me personally 🤭-🐇♦️🖤

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jock #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere series

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Fix It

Plot: Hunter comforts the reader after difficult news is received.

Warnings: Comfort angst

Word Count: 1610

Author’s Note: This is entirely self-serving and my partner convinced me that it’s okay to share. I got some difficult news on a family member this past week, and maybe this will help someone feel like they’re not alone. This can be read as platonic or romantic.

I quickly cupped my hand over my mouth as I set down my datapad, tears filling my eyes. The sob I choked back was held in silence – for now. This news wasn’t something I was ready for, let alone for anyone else to know. It was hard to hide anything on this shuttle, but I was going to damn well try.

Take a few breaths in, clear my mind, don’t look at the datapad.

The tears began to recede. Good.

I sniffed slowly, deeply, and it was quiet. Good.

Just as I was about to put away my datapad, a soft clearing of a throat came from behind me, causing me to jolt. I spun around, eyes wide.

“Sorry,” Hunter said softly. He took a good look at my face as I tried to avoid his gaze and his expression fell. “You okay?”

I looked at the floor and blinked back more tears. “I’ve been better,” I whispered, then wiped away a tear. “I didn’t bother you, did I?”

He shook his head. “No. But what’s bothering you?”

My voice was shaky as I responded quietly, “No offense meant, I promise, but I’m not sure if it’s a situation you’ll quite understand….”

“Try me,” he said back just as quietly.

I bit my lower lip, then handed him the datapad. Detailed in my messages was the health diagnosis of a very close family member for an incurable disease. Tears filled my eyes and I looked away to try to stop them again as he read.

A moment passed before he handed the datapad back to me.

“And here I was complaining about being cold on this mission,” he said quietly.

I made an attempt to respond, but nothing would come out except a strangled sound in my throat.

“I am so sorry,” he continued in his quiet tone.

I hiccupped as I sniffled, gaining the courage to speak as concisely as I could. “You would think that this galaxy would have a cure for this since the science to give you guys life exists.” I paused, then my eyes widened. “I don��t mean that in a bad way against you guys, I swear.”

He gently touched my arm. “It’s okay. I didn’t take that personally. Do you know how long your loved one has?”

I shook my head, then whispered, “The doctor only gave estimates. With a disease like this, it could be a short time, it could be a long time. Maybe three years, maybe more.”

Hunter said softly, “It’s not an insignificant amount of time, but it definitely isn’t a long time. Maybe something will come along.”

“I can’t hold my breath and hope for a cure to speed run itself in three years, let alone available to the general public. And I can’t fix it. The only hope I have is how long their independence holds out.”

Hunter nodded. “With something like that, I can see why you say that. I’m here when you need to vent. I wish I could do more.”

I nodded, wiping away more tears at the same time. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he whispered.

“I wish I could be there right now instead of on a mission,” I said miserably, more tears filling my eyes.

“I wish you could, too.”

I wrapped my arms around myself. “It’s not that I’m not grateful to be with you guys, I just….”

He nodded, looking at me with a gentle but sympathetic look. “I know.”

I felt sick to my stomach. Here I was complaining about my wants and needs while we were in the middle of a galactic war and the man I was complaining to didn’t even have his own freedom to make life decisions for himself. “Stars, do I ever sound selfish right now….”

He shook his head. “No, no you’re not selfish. You have every right to want to be with your loved one during this.”

More tears blurred my vision and my sniffles increased. “But -”

“No. I know it’s hard, but if you let this overwhelm you, then your hope is all gone. And you need to have hope for spending this time with your family member. You have to have hope.” He gently squeezed my shoulder and I leaned into that comfort.

“How can I have hope for something like this? There’s no hope for it to get better.”

“Even for something like this, there’s hope. Do the next right thing. It’s the light that still exists, even when the tunnel you’re in is collapsing.” He tried to make it sound optimistic, but my heart wrenched and anger grew.

I scowled and raised my voice, no longer caring that others might hear. “My family member has a fatal disease! There is no light at the end of this tunnel!”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I wish I could change it. I wish I could fix it. But you still have to keep that light to keep going. Even if right now, it’s just for them.”

My tears began to fall freely and I covered my face with my hands. Hunter immediately pulled me into a tight hug, one hand at the back of my head as I buried it in the crook of his neck and one on the middle of my back.

I cried into his shoulder, finally letting myself feel the devastating news as it washed over me. Finally, when I calmed down a bit, I whispered an apology to him. He shook his head.

“You’re going through a lot. This isn’t your fault, and I’m not about to judge you for needing a shoulder to cry on.”

“No, but still… I’m your squad medic, nothing is supposed to phase me….”

A small reassuring smile on his face grew. “That’s not true. It’s okay to let this out, because breaking points exist.”

What he did next surprised me. He brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear, but I was feeling too numb to let it affect me any further.

I sighed. “Alright. Maybe it is okay for it to affect me.”

He nodded. “Absolutely. You’re not emotionless. You’re not made of steel. You have every right to express them, and I will never shame you for your emotions.”

“Thank you….” I whispered. “Sorry to have bothered you about this. I had tried to keep it to myself, keep myself professional.”

He shook his head. “Don’t start that. You have every right to express it. I’m just glad I can be here to help you when you need it.”

I nodded and he pulled me into another hug. My head rested against his shoulder and I sighed. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m tired,” I whispered.

“And that’s okay.”

My mumbling took over and I closed my eyes. “I may just fall asleep like this.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

“You’d mind standing for so long.”

“Then let’s get you into a bunk. Come on, I’ll keep you with me and keep you safe.”

I pulled back and looked at him. “Sharing a bunk?”

“Yep. Come on.”

He led me to a bunk and laid down, pulling me in close to him. I closed my eyes.

“Hunter?” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he replied quietly.

“I’m scared.”

He whispered, “I know, cyar’ika. And that’s okay. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

I swallow thickly, tears filling my eyes again. “But I have to watch one of the strongest people I know become wholly dependent on everyone for things that include basic needs and functions. It’s so hard to think about. It’s not fair.”

He gently squeezed me. “No, it’s not fair at all. It’s extremely difficult. It’s not something anyone should have to go through on either side.”

“They would like you, you know.”

He smiled a little. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just hope you can meet them while they can still shake your hand.”

“I promise to make every effort to get that to happen, cyar’ika,” he said softly. “I promise to be here for you and support you.”

I sniffled more. “Thank you.”

He rubbed my back, holding me close.

“Hunter?” I said after a while.

“Yeah?”

“You know this means now I have to get tested for the genetic markers, right?”

He froze, then pulled back to look at me. “W-wait, you mean you may end up suffering from the same illness, too?”

“It’s now genetic,” I whispered and he hugged me tighter.

“What happens if you come up positive for the markers?”

“Then we have to prepare for the possibility that I may develop it, too, at some point.”

“No matter what, I will support you for as long as I can and as best as I can.” He frowned, clearly more troubled than he was letting on. Both of us knew the unspoken words of him being owned by the army, his accelerated aging, and the possibility either of us could die due to this galactic war.

“Thank you,” I whispered anyway, holding him tightly. His arms wrapped around me, almost as if sheltering me. I blushed slightly and my eyelids began to droop.

“Rest. Nothing can be done tonight while you’re exhausted.”

I went to protest, but then I nodded. He was right, of course. Even if I didn’t want to sleep, my exhaustion was going to drag me kicking and screaming under the waves of unconsciousness due to my earlier sobbing.

“Thank you, Hunter,” I whispered as my consciousness faded away. Stress sat right on the outskirts of my rest, but with Hunter keeping me safe, I could get some shut-eye in. He was always right there for me. And for him, I was always grateful.

Tagging: @trixie2023, @maybethatfanfictionwriter

#tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #rinwritesfics fic

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cheesy09 · 5 months

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[CN] Kiro's 6th Anniversary Event Story - Final Part (1)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

Originally, I hadn't planned on translating this event, but I'm making an exception for this part because it was just TOO CUTE!!! 😭💕

For context, this year's anniversary event is all about travelling to various spots in Loveland with your love and taking part in various couple activities. You can read the prologue here.

The following is the event's final plot for Kiro and MC.

Even though it is winter, due to the unique conditions of Clear-Spring Mountain, flowers still continue to bloom all over the mountains and plains.

Opening the convertible of the retro sports car, we drive towards the mountains, all the while enjoying the beautiful scenery.

I have made a reservation in advance at the Honey Farm located in a sea of flowers in the mountains. Many blogger couples have commented that the activities at this place are very sweet.

Kiro: The first step is to beat the eggs... separate the egg whites... then add the sugar... granulated sugar? lumps of sugar?

Seeing Kiro casually talk while driving, I smile and gently squeeze his shoulder.

MC: Pfft, if the baking teacher comes to know that there are students who have prepped in advance, they'll be very touched.

Kiro: Don't make fun of me. If the summer island kitchen bombing incident happens again, I really will go into a tree hole on the farm.

MC: Don't worry, with me here, our cake will only succeed, not fail.

MC: After all, we both want to draw a perfect end to our journey here~

Seems like my comfort is somewhat effective. Kiro smiles and squeezes my palm, then slightly speeds up the accelerator.

Kiro: Then I'll also study hard. So that when you want to eat cake in the future, I can make it for you with my own hands.

Teacher: Welcome both of you, to our sweet couple activities...

Teacher: ...We first need to beat the egg mixture with sugar into a thick, fluffy foam. Next...

After the teacher explains the steps to make the cake, it is our turn to practice them.

Kiro: Come, let me try it.

Kiro takes the egg beater from my hand and beats it carefully. Seeing the egg liquid beginning to turn white, I quickly speak in affirmation.

MC: That's right - stop!

Before I can finish speaking, I see him dig out a big spoonful of sugar and pouring it into the container. I quickly hold down his arm.

MC: Sugar was added before, no need to add more!

Kiro: Is it enough? But the amount that was added before seemed so small. Will it be sweet enough?

That extremely serious gaze makes me clearly realize at this moment why this person is known as a "kitchen killer".

Recipe books and instructional videos tell us the most accurate steps, sometimes even down to the grams.

But for a "feeler" like Kiro, instead of telling him what is right, it is better to let him adjust step by step based on his own feelings.

So, I gently let go of my hand.

MC: Hmm... Actually, I'm not sure if the previous proportion is the sweetness we prefer.

MC: So just follow your own ideas. If it's too sweet, we can just add less sugar next time~

Kiro: Mm, I think so too. We still gotta make a cake that suits us best.

He grows slightly excited and digs out two more spoons of sugar and adds them in. Seeing the sugar bag almost bottoming out, I can't help but "comfort" myself in my heart.

As long as Kiro is happy.

Then, he continues completing the honey cake embryos one after another under my "guidance" and then puts them in the oven.

Kiro: 160°, 40 minutes, done!

Once we are done, the staff takes us to a glass greenhouse to wait.

I look at the "sweet space" before me that is temporarily exclusive to us--

Lush branches, leaves and flowers sway in the wind, surrounding the entire area with spring, accompanied with bursts of fragrance.

There is a coffee table and sofa in the center of the greenhouse, and the bookshelf on the side lists various board games, providing a variety of entertainment options.

Kiro: "What do you and your significant other have in common?"

I follow the sound and turn around, finding Kiro standing in front of a wall, seemingly looking at something.

MC: What is that?

Kiro: Hmm... Two questions were asked above. It seems to be a small game to enhance feelings.

I walk over quickly and whisper another question.

MC: "What are the differences between you and your significant other?"

I pause and subconsciously look at Kiro, only to find him already gazing at me with a smile.

Kiro: Though the question seems to be simple... I'm still curious about Miss Chips' answer.

MC: That's quite the coincidence. I'm also curious about your answer.

We tacitly smile at each other, pick up the pen and paper on the table and sit down.

MC: So let's each write our own and then exchange them?

He responds with a smile and starts to write. I also unfold the white paper and think about the similarities between us.

The afternoon sun fills the table with warmth, and for a while, it becomes so quiet that I am only able to hear the scratching of the tips of our pens across the paper.

After a while, I stop writing, and the chair next to me makes a slight scraping sound.

MC: Seems like we've written everything. Let's start from the first question.

Kiro: Okay, I'll go first!

Kiro: You and I have a lot in common, the most similar thing being that we are each other's favorite people.

MC: --Pfft! Your answer is also the first common thing I wrote down~

Seeing me poking at my letter paper, Kiro's eyes show a satisfied smile.

Kiro: As expected of us.

Kiro: My next answer is that we are also the people who make each other the happiest.

MC: No matter how late the other person is working over time, we will always leave a light on in the living room.

Kiro: We both love small animals, but Cello and Apple Box are always first in our hearts.

MC: We always have a strong sense of curiosity, and any of our adventurous ideas can be achieved invariably.

The sun moves slowly, and those words spoken out finally turn into brighter smiles on our faces.

After answering the first question, I lower my eyes and look at my letter paper.

MC: Actually, we have a lot of differences, but they all seem to complement each other.

MC: Since you're a master gamer, no complex level is difficult enough to beat you.

MC: Without you there to teach me, I would have been forever stuck in one place, unable to enjoy the total fun.

I look at the person in front of me as if the past has arrived with its answer, embracing me like the bright sun.

Kiro: Then you are a master producer. No matter how complicated the set is, you can make it orderly.

MC: You always know what you want most and you never compromise.

Kiro: My Miss Chips is also very strong. Nothing can "defeat" you.

We look into each other's eyes and say those extremely sincere words.

Then, my eyes stop at the last line of the letter and I fold it with a smile.

MC: Although we have many similarities and differences, there is one thing that I'm very sure of.

MC: You have always been braver than me, and kinder than me.

MC: You always allow me to see the brightest and gentlest side of the world.

MC: Therefore, I can feel very clearly that every day, every minute and every second of these six years--

MC: Being with you has been such a fortunate and happy thing. I think the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life--

MC: Has been meeting you.

I quietly look at the person in front of me, the one who loves me the most, hoping that my sincerity can be conveyed to him a thousand times more through words.

Kiro: [inhaling a shaky breath and exhaling softly] .....

The sunlight outside the window seems to freeze in this moment, quietly falling into Kiro's blue eyes.

He stands up, walks over to me, squats down, encloses his palms on the back of my hands and smiles brightly.

Kiro: When you say that, I can't help but wonder how good I must seem in your eyes... to be worthy of your description.

MC: Then you can use all kinds of exaggerated imagination, because nothing can be as good as you are.

MC: The ordinary sunshine, and those flowers and sceneries all shine after you appear.

MC: You make me feel that this world is wonderful because you are in it.

I lower my head and gently hold his palm.

MC: So, even if this journey ends, can you continue to hold my hand like this every day from now on...?

MC: Walk with me through everything in the world, and never let go.

MC: Okay?

Before he can say anything, a "ding" sound comes from the door, which seems to indicate that the cake has been baked.

Footsteps come from outside, but right at that moment, Kiro picks me up by the waist and hides us among the lush green branches and leaves that were behind us.

The next second, he gently kisses me.

The green leaves covering the top of our heads sway gently in the wind, dancing with shadowy golden light spots.

Teacher: Guests, the cake you baked - hey, where have they gone?

The sound coming from the door has long since turned blurry. What is clear to me is his soft breathing.

For some reason, I keep feeling like I have tasted the sweetest bite even before eating the cake.

He seems to think so too as the honey-eating bear in front of me has already raised the corners of his lips.

Kiro: Before I answer your question, I don't want anyone interrupting us.

He presses close to my lips, his azure eyes more dazzling than anything else.

Kiro: But I have just told you with practical actions.

Kiro: No matter how many years pass, no matter how many sceneries and how much of happiness you will pass by with me in the future.

Kiro: The sweetest one will always be the one I give to you.

Kiro: So, look forward to it.

Part 2: Coming soon

#THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST CONFESSION SHE'S EVER GIVEN HIM #those were words I've always thought of when it came to kiro #but for her to actually say them out loud to him made me so so happy 😭💕#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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Red Rover - Mammon x Reader

- He can’t put his finger on exactly when it happened, but Mammon found himself completely and irrevocably drowning in you. -

tags/warnings: swearing, suggestive (please read at your own risk!)

Another song fic based of this song by The Scene Aesthetic!

Most of the last sequences dialogue taken directly from lesson 21

Reader is gender neutral, but the song uses male and female pronouns

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“It’s about time to take a chance and let myself slip through. It’s been awhile since I felt like this, did it happen to you?”

Despite being thousands of years old and one of the sitting leaders of the Devildom, Mammon never felt like he could get enough.

Enough of anything, be it money, power, or fame. No amount of greed sitting in his bank account, power he possessed due to being the second oldest, or magazine shoots he made the cover of was enough to satisfy him. No matter what, the nagging feeling remained.

It ate away at his bones, consuming his mind and body in ways others couldn’t begin to imagine. It lead him to make stupid choices, be it to gamble away all his money in one night, or steal things from his brothers to get a quick fix. It was the worst feeling in the world, he thought. It was obsessive and maddening and drove him to the brink.

Good (demon) lord, wait until he meets you.

The moment Lucifer told him he would be responsible for babysitting the new exchange student, and a human at that, he thought his life couldn’t get any worse.

Though rather quickly, he found himself using every waking moment to think about you.

You.

“We’ve come a long way since I saw you sitting in that living room. You rolled your eyes at me and that is fine, because we finally broke through.”

He can remember that day like it was yesterday. He replays it in his mind frequently. It sticks with him, probably because it was the first time he ever saw you get comfortable here.

There you sat, quietly scrolling through your D.D.D in the House of Lamentation’s common area. Was he seeing things correctly? Did you actually willingly leave your dorm room? You were choosing to hang out in an area of the house where any of them could approach you? That must mean you’re getting use to it here, seeing this place as your home too. He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He’s glad.

He takes this moment to study your features from afar. You sit, legs folded sideways underneath you, your glimmering eyes never looking away from where they concentrated down at your screen. You break out into a blinding smile and giggle to yourself at something you just saw. He feels his heart beat speed up at the sight.

He doesn’t want to disturb you in this peaceful moment you’ve built for yourself, so he turns to head back towards his room when your siren song of a voice calls out to him, “So, you’re just gonna stand there and stare at me, then leave without saying a word?”

He tenses his shoulders, cringing at the thought of you being aware of his presence that hold time, before straightening up and shifting back around to face you. “Hey, why ya gotta make me sound like some creep! I was only checkin up on ya! It’s my job, ya know. Don’t go thinkin’ I enjoy it or somethin’!” You rolled your eyes in response. Your gorgeous, sparkling eyes. You pipe up, “Now…what would Lucifer think if I told him you were following me around the house staring at me like some perv…”

His face rapidly heats up in response before he shoots a hand out to point at you, “Hey! That’s not funny! You better not go spreadin’ rumors about me to my brothers! You’ll regret it! I’m a demon, remember? The second born? You know how powerful that means I am?” You throw your head back laughing in response. Raising an eyebrow to challenge him, you reply, “Oh yeah? If you’re so powerful why do you get hung from the rafters almost every night? Can’t you just break the ropes and fly away?” He begins stuttering in response, “W-well, uh, ya know, if I did Lucifer would just find another, eviler way to punish me, b-but I so totally could do that if I wanted to!”

You give him a soft smile which he thinks could drive the saniest man mad. “Well I’m sure you’re very big and scary. I’m so glad to have you as my protector.” Unsurprisingly full of himself, he doesn’t detect the sarcasm in your voice, but you think you prefer it that way. This one, you think to yourself, he’s very…endearing.

You catch the way his head juts to the side as his hand reaches up to his face to cover his blush. “Y-your welcome. If ya ever need anything, ya know which one of us to come to, got it?” You nod your head while turning your attention back to your phone. After an awkward silence where you can tell he’s unsure of what to do with himself, you make the decision for him, patting the cushion next to you before saying, “Well, care to join me?”

“It’s always the same with these games the we play, where the boys chase the girls and the girls run away. But you never went running, I’m surprised that you stayed for me, with me.”

As the days went on, he found himself getting closer and closer to you. It was like he was drawn to you, your personality magnetic and your looks irresistible.

He knows everything about you, from your favorite food to your music preferences. The way you can’t stand the taste of newt, especially when Levi cooks it, and how you’re still afraid to look Diavolo in the eyes. He knows what all the little sounds you make mean, from your bored sighs in student council meetings, to your interested hums when something piques your interest, to that little sniffle you do sometimes when you get antsy because it’s too quiet. He’s picked up your little mannerisms, like how you repeat back lines from movies you find funny like a little parrot, or call Lucifer “dude” when he challenges you.

He can’t put his finger on exactly when it happened, but Mammon found himself completely and irrevocably drowning in you.

It terrifies him, gripping at his heart in a way that feels like a brand new sensation. He’s tripped and fell into you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. It excites him, making his head spin whenever he even thinks about the idea of you. Here you sit in front of him on his bed, laying on your stomach kicking, your feet in the air as you go on and on about your day like it was nothing. You were so casual about being in his room, laying on the most intimate thing in here.

It drove him mad.

He’s been staring too long without responding now. Did you ask him a question? He’s been too busy looking at your lips and imagining what they’d feel like on his.

Ever the avatar of greed, known to take chances and gamble big, this is one risk he doesn’t know if he can afford. If you didn’t feel the same way, what would happen to the two of you? Would you push him away? Hate him like all the others? Would things between to two of you ever be normal?

“Earth to Mammon? You still with me?”, your voice snaps him out of his trance. “Yea yea, I’m listenin’ MC!”

“Well, apparently not. Look at your D.D.D. Lucifer’s calling for you.” Tsk. He clicks his tongue, what could his older brother possibly need at a time like this? Doesn’t he know he’s busy trying to decipher tantalizing puzzle that was you? Seemingly, you noticed his tension, laying a warm hand on top of his that had instinctively began to form a fist next to him. “Don’t worry, I’m coming with you. Whatever he needs from you, he’ll get from the both of us.” He doesn’t know if he has a soul, but if he does, he’s positive it’s absolutely glowing with affection for you.

Can you tell?

Both of you begin to make your way towards the student council room, already knowing where to meet when Lucifer needed to have a “little chat” with Mammon, but you were surprised to find all 6 of the brothers awaiting the two of you. What is this…?

The air in the room is tense to say the least. You shoot Asmo a questioning look. He beams at you, but seemingly changes tune when his eyes fall on his brother, a frown forming on his face. Levi glares at Mammon from his chair, gaze unrelenting. Before you can begin to panic, Lucifer clears him throat to gather the room’s attention.

“As you all know, the RAD festival is almost upon us. We’ve all been working tirelessly to ensure this years festival goes off without a hitch, at least almost all of us.”

Mammon’s form tenses up next to you as he continues, “But, while going over this years budget, I couldn’t help but notice that some of the funding has mysteriously disappeared.” Belphie’s soft snoring rings in your ears. “So…”, he shifts to lock eyes directly the man next to you, “What did you do this time, Mammon?” Mammon jumps next to you, “W-Whadda ya mean what did I do?”

Lucifer ruthlessly pushes onward , “Another casino bender gone wrong? Another gold chain you couldn’t resist? Debts that needed to be paid off? Honestly, could you possibly think about anyone other than yourself for a change?”

You pipe up, coming to your best friend’s defenses. “Woah woah woah! I’ve been with Mammon all week! We’ve been hanging out so much, he hasn’t had any time to plan a scheme!”

“Oh, honey, of course he’d keep it from you. You’ve been looking forward to this festival for ages! He’d never want to hurt his human!”, Asmo mocks from where he sits. “Look, I dunno what yer talkin’ about!”, shrugs Mammon. “Plus, ya don’t have any proof that it was me!”

“Do we even NEED proof at this point?” The next voice drips venom; Levi. “We all know what a scumbag you are. Who else would do something like this? Ruining it for everyone else!” At the sound of that label, you see Mammon’s jaw clench.

“Look, I know I’ve done stuff in the past but it wasn’t me this time. I was lookin’ forward to this year’s festi”-

Before he can continue, he gets cut off by a fourth voice chiming in. “Why dear brother? So you could ask MC to go with you? So you could fumble as she rejects your advances? MC knows better than to involve themselves with a waste of space like you.” Satan, did you really have to go there? “I was looking forward to the food…”, Beel trails off sadly. Mammon’s frame begins to tremble next to you. You can feel the situation begin to escalate. You need to do something, and fast.

“So, you have no proof, no evidence, and no reason to believe it’s Mammons fault besides the fact that he’s fucked up in the past?” “MC, quite frankly you do not know Mammon like we do”, begins Lucifer. “No, dude, you don’t know him like I do! You guys have your heads too far up your asses to even begin to get to know your own brother! He’s really been changing! I know he has! There’s absolutely no way he did this, but you guys didn’t even try to figure out what happened cause you’re all assholes!”

Mammon glances over at you, surprise written all over his face. “I suggest you take initiative and look further into the situation before I inform Diavolo that you didn’t even try to find the culprit because you were too busy berating your own brother. C’mon Mams, let’s go.” All seven pairs of eyes fall onto you as you grab the second brother’s hand and lead him away from the room. His hand is sweaty and trembles lightly in yours. You give him your best reassuring squeeze as you direct him back towards his room.

The heavy air seems to dissipate a little once his door shuts behind the two of you. You tug on his arm, leading him over to the bed where you both sit on the edge. It’s quite for awhile before Mammon speaks up.

“Why…why did ya defend me? It’d probably be better if I’da just took the blame anyway.” “Well, you didn’t do it, did you?”, you question. “No, but it’s what they wanna believe right? Need to have sumthin’ to blame all their problems on.”

Slowly, you reach a timid hand up to stroke the side of his face, not missing the way he quickly glances at you then back to the floor. “It’s not fair you know,” you whisper, “how they treat you. I know you’ve done…things…but that doesn’t mean everything’s your fault.” His sigh tells you your words are going in one ear and out the other.

Your hand drifts from his cheek to his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Hey. You’re a good person, Mams- well, demon, but you know what I mean. If anyone’s seen that first hand, it’s me.”

His eyes widen as you pull him in for a hug. It takes him a beat, but he melts into your touch. He takes in everything - the scent of your peachy perfume, the slight way you rub circles into his back, the firm but fragile way you hold him, like he’s something important.

“You were the first person to really make an effort to make me comfortable here. You were the first to hang out with me, the first to get to know me. You were my first man!” A faint smile begins to form on his face at your use of the label have gave himself.

You take it as a sign to continue, shifting closer to him on the bed. “There’s no one else in the whole Devildom I’d rather spend my time with, because I know you. The real you.” You accentuate your point by reaching up to tussle his hair.

“Knock it off. Don’t start treatin’ me like a child.” You giggle at his half hearted protests before pulling away. His hands want to instinctively reach out, to pull you back to him, to tell you to never let him go, but the doubt in his brain doesn’t let him. Instead, he does what he’s always done - siting up straight, he turns on his charm, letting a wide smile plaster to his face. “Of course ya’d want to hang out with the great Mammon! You should be honored to be in my presence!”

It’s not what he wants to say, no where near the words that threaten to stream out of his heart, but all he knows how to do is deflect. You roll your eyes at his boastfulness and decide to run with his change in mood. “Well, would the great Mammon accompany me to town? I’ve been wanting to go shopping all week.” “Now yer speakin’ my language!”, he laughs. It’s almost a date, if he squints his eyes real hard.

“I’ll continue to keep saying the things that I say. And we’ll continue to keep playing the games that we play. And maybe just this once we’ll work it out.”

“Argh…C’mon, where is she…”, you walk into your dorm room to find Mammon already making himself at home…tearing it apart.

“Hey Mammon?”, you trail off in a sing-song voice that makes his ears perk up, “Why does it look like a tornado hit my room?” “A tor-what?”, he questions agitatedly. “Never mind that, Goldie’s missin’!”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do,” you mock in the most monotone voice you can muster. Mammon seems to ignore you wailing on. “Oh, my poor Goldie. My sweet, sweet Goldie. She’s probably all alone and scared and cold!”

“Mammon, it’s a credit card. It can’t get cold.” He turns back to you with big puppy dog eyes. “You’ve got to help me find her! I don’t know what I’ll do without her! I-I’ll start going through shopping withdrawals, I-I’ll probably starve to death!”

You can’t help but laugh at the poor boy’s plight. Of course, it was made funnier because you knew exactly where Goldie was, the card sitting in the back pocket of your jeans. It was payback for last week, where Mammon consistently did his best to distract you from studying for your upcoming potions test. If he was failing, you’re coming down with him. It’s what friends do, he insisted.

Friends. The word settled to the bottom of your stomach like a ton of rocks. It didn’t feel right to you, though you weren’t sure how to put it into words. Your and Mammon’s relationship didn’t need labels, you had never even given it a second thought. But friend, that word played through your mind over and over again. No, we’re not friends, you thought, nor have we ever been. It’s…something else. Something different. Something unique. It was something that you loved.

Oh.

Oh shit.

The realization hits you like a truck. It’s kept you up for several nights now, tossing and turning at the thought, and it doesn’t seem like it will be relenting anytime soon. The thought that maybe Mammon could feel the same way burns through your mind like wildfire, it threatens to turn you to ash. Since then, you’ve been making a conscious effort to get closer to him, to be more flirty, to be more playful. You couldn’t tell if the second born was picking up on your hints thus far, so you decided to kick it up a notch.

“Okay, I’ll start in the library, you start in the kitchen. We’ll meet back up in Levi’s room. I wouldn’t be surprised if that nerd took her to buy some dumb weeb trash.”

You can’t stifled the giggle that slips out at his intensity. “Oi! Ya think this is funny huh? Go on, laugh it up! Unless… ya know something I don’t…” With his last sentence, Mammon take a step towards you, causing you to take an automatic step back. “What ever could you mean, Mams?”, you sweetly respond, feigning ignorance.

“Lemme see yer hands”, he demands, placing his own on his hips. You lay your palms out flat in front of him, “They’re empty!”, you exclaim, wiggling your fingers for emphasis. “Alright, what about ya pockets, MC?” You remain silent, staring right back at the demon, almost like a challenge. “MC. What. About. Yer. Pockets.”

With that, you squeal and dash out of your room, running down the corridor. Behind you, you can hear Mammon as he begins to run after you. “I SWEAR TO DIAVOLO MC, YA BETTER GET BACK HERE WITH GOLDIE RIGHT NOW!” “OH YEAH, OR WHAT?”, you call back behind you, making sure to take a second to stick your tongue out at him.

Two bedroom doors open in the hallway, with two equally exhausted heads poking out of them. “What’s going on?”, questions Levi. With a hand pinching the bridge of his nose, an exasperated Satan replies, “They’re doing it again. It’s best to just ignore it”, before retreating back into his quarters, Levi shrugging and following suit.

When you hear Mammon shifting into his demon form behind you, you know running is useless. Instead, you duck into the room closest to you, which just happened to be his. You can barely make your way into the room, throwing yourself in his bed before he’s on top of you. “Cough it up, MC!” he demands, though you can tell by his eyes he’s only slightly annoyed. “I’ll never tell!”, you cry out, like a spy who’s just been caught by the enemy. “Well, then I’ll just hav’ta pry the answer outta ya myself.”

In a flurry, clawed hands are on you in an instant, tickling the sides of your torso. You can’t contain the laugher that spills from your lips as Mammon continues to assault your most vulnerable spot. “You…play…dirty!”, you exclaim between gasps for breath.

Opening your teary eyes, you finally take in the situation at hand. Mammon sits, legs straddling you on either side, with a beautifully determined look on his face. His wings slightly flap behind him with every move he makes. You let the sight of him wash over you, like the coolest water you’ve ever felt. When your giggles stop, he seems worried.

“Finally givin’ up, huh?!”, he starts, before realizing the situation himself. He quickly begins to scramble off of you, form changing in an instant back to his normal self. He clears his throat, “Anyway, uh, where’s my credit card, MC?”

Feeling the energy in the room shift, you clamber to bring it back, hoping you don’t sound too desperate. “H-How about a bet?”, His eyes go wide. Bingo! He could never turn down a chance to gamble. “What kinda bet?”, he questions, interest piqued. “I-If you can guess where your card is, I’ll give it back to you fair and square”, he cuts you off to ask “And if I don’t?”

“If you don’t, I get to ask you for a favor!” He seems to contemplate the odds. “Well, how’s it fair that if I win I just get Goldie back. I want a favor too.” His eyes seem to shine with something wicked you can’t place. “F-Fine. I agree with the terms. So, do we have a deal?”, you question.

“Deal!”, Mammon is quick to yell out before slipping his hand into your back pocket and grabbing his card. Shocked, you fall back into the bed, letting it’s soft surface break your fall. “How’d you know!”, you question, defeated. The demon above you just shakes is head back and forth with a smirk. “I’m a demon, AND the Avatar of Greed at that! I always know where the money is, and….” he begins to trail off. You feel the tips of your ears start to burn at his suspense. “And?”, you ask before he continues.

Something seems to shift in Mammon’s mood, like he’s willing himself to move. His eyes trail to look all over your form before he scoots closer to you on the bed. In one quick motion, he’s leaning over you. His white hair dangles in your face, wispy, and barely touching you. You swallow deeply as you watch Mammon bite down on his bottom lip. He seems to be fighting within himself before he speaks, “What I want, I get.” He moves in even closer, his lips dangerously close to your own. You can feel his breath fanning lightly over you. “So, I’d like to cash in that favor now.”

His voice is barely above a whisper as he stares deeply into your eyes. “So… lend me a hundred grimm will ya?”

You scrunch your face up in anger and push him off of you. “You jerk! That’s all you wanted?” Sitting up, you cross your arms over your chest. “You just got your stupid card back, why do you need one hundred grimm anyway?”

“Think of it as accumulated interest for every second you held Goldie hostage!”, he smirks. “Ughh, fine, I’ll go get my wallet”, you say making to stand and trudging out of the room.

Mammon hates himself for chickening out in that moment. He had you right where he wanted you, and were obviously flirting right? So why can’t he just close the gap? Why does this have to be so hard. He sighs, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. He doesn’t want your money, not really. What he’s actually greedy for was…

“You’re not alone, confide in me. For anything your heart may need, I am always here for you. We’ve come across a lot of things throughout our lives but you will see that I will always follow through.”

“Don’t ever worry, you are never alone in this.”

As the days went on, they seemed to get shorter, and you seemed to get quieter. There was a subtle sadness in your eyes that Mammon just couldn’t explain away. He hopes he wasn’t the one who caused it, and he’d be damned again if he wasn’t the one who was gonna take it away from you.

He longed to see your smile, your real smile. The one that stretches from ear to ear and is more often than not accompanied by your ethereal laughter, the one that makes him question how someone so angelic could possibly be a human.

You’ve been spending less time in your room, opting instead to make your way to the conservatory. Most of the time he’d make his way up the stairs to find you sitting there in silence, gazing up at the stars. He never could find the words to ask you what was wrong, instead popping himself besides you without a sound. You’d give him your best feigned grin, the one that looked so forced and painful. He wants to know the source behind it. He wants to make it go away. But it was something he just knew you didn’t want to talk about. And so, he waited.

He didn’t know he’d be waiting until the day before you left for the human realm.

He couldn’t take it any longer. Your sad forlorn looks, the way you seemed to be distancing yourself from everyone, including him. A month ago you two were inseparable, what gives…

Then it hits him. Tomorrow, you’d be leaving.

Tomorrow.

How could he be so blind? How could he forget? It’s no wonder you’re upset. He couldn’t count how many times you’ve expressed your fondness for the Devildom, how it had become a second home to you. And now you had to leave it all behind, unsure of when you’d be able to return. Unsure of when you’d see everyone again. Of when you’d see him again.

Before he even realizes it, he’s scrambling to his feet, launching himself out of bed. He doesn’t bother changing out of his pajamas from the night before. Of course, he always wanted to look his best for you, but right now he just needed to see you. There’s so much he wants to say that he’s mentally kicking himself for not telling you sooner. Why had he waited? Idiot, now it might be too late.

Swinging open his bedroom door in a panicked haze, he almost barrels you down as you stand before him, arm raised and fist balled like you were about to knock. He freezes, eyes as wide as saucers. The blush on his face grows as he takes in the short, tank top pajama set you were wearing. So, you couldn’t find the time to change either…

You clear your throat first. “Ahem… um… hi,” you meekly squeak out. “Hey…”, is the only thing he can manage to get out. Why was this so hard…?

“C-can I come in? I-I mean, can we talk”, you sputter. Wordlessly, he side steps out of the door way, motioning for you to enter his room. You shuffle over to his bed before sitting on the edge, your movement reserved and calculated. He comes to face you, leaning up against the wall.

“Listen, I”, you both speak at the same time. With that, your eyes were finally pulled away from where they had been glued to the floor. “S-sorry. You first,” you lightly laugh at the coincidence. It takes him a moment to gather his soupy thoughts before he continues. “I didn’t realize it was your last day here.” You shift uncomfortably on the bed. “I lost track of time.”

“It’s okay, it went by really fast. To be honest, this was the most fun I’ve ever had! I just..”, you begin to trail off. You harshly blink and turn your head to the side, trying to stop the burning tears that threatened to leak down your face. “I don’t want to go back.”

At the sound of your broken, straining voice, Mammon can’t help but run to you, practically tripping over his own feet, to throw you into a tight hug. At the feeling of his arms around you, you crumble completely, gripping onto his shirt for purchase as you sob into his chest. One of his hands reaches up to thread through your hair as he embraces you. “Yea, I’m not to keen on ya leavin’ either.”

“There’s so many things I wanted to do that I didn’t get to,” you cry into him. “A year wasn’t long enough. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time.” He gives a little “heh” to your last words before speaking. “That makes two of us.”

“What do you mean?” - is what you want to say. But before you can get it out, you notice Mammon’s intense gaze down at you. It’s serious and all consuming, and it makes you shiver at the sight of it. “MC, quit yer cryin’. There’s…something I gotta tell ya. But I can’t do it with ya lookin’ that sad.”

You try your best to calm your breathing, wiping the tears from your lash line before focusing your attention back on him. You can’t help but notice through the tough façade he’s putting up, he seems nervous, like a child who needed comfort too. You begin start to feel guilty for your outburst of emotions. You weren’t the only one this was effecting. Cascades of apologizes threaten to leave your lips, but before they can his next words cut you off.

“My sin.” He states, matter of factly. “Your sin..?”, you question, face still red and puffy from moments ago. “It’s greed, remember?”. You nod your head knowingly, letting him continue. “I’m the avatar of it. I embodied it. I’m greedy for all the money in the world. Nothing could ever compare to the value of grimm, the way it shines in the light, it was the most important thing in the world to me”.

“Was?”, you parrot back to him. He stares off into space, seemingly attempting to gather his thoughts before he looks back down at you with a gentle smile gracing his face. “It was. Until you came along.”

Your mouth opens, agape as you take in a sharp breath of surprise. “I’m an idiot for not tellin’ ya sooner. There’s plenty of times where I coulda, I was just”,

“Scared?”, you cut in. He gives a small chuckle before agreeing. “Yes, I was scared. I didn’t wanna lose ya if ya didn’t feel the same way. I was bein’ greedy.”

“M-Me too!”, you say, a little too fast. “I tried to make it obvious, but I figured you just weren’t interested.”

“Not interested?!”, he exclaims, flabbergasted. “Every last demon in this damn place is obsessed with ya. How could ya have missed it?” You feel your cheeks begin to heat up at his confession. You shake your head at the notion, “I didn’t notice what the others thought about me.. You’re the only one I cared about.”

He turns his face away from you now, bringing a hand up to hide his expression. “C’mon now, ya can’t just go around sayin’ things like that!” You giggle at his reactions, but it was the truth. Throughout it all, you only had eyes for him.

“Well, what do we do now?”, you ask. “I’ve got less than a day before I officially have to leave.” At the sight of you looking glum, he turns his body to face you. “Well, we can cry about it til mornin’ or…”

“I can show ya how greedy I really am for ya.”

In an instant, he’s on top of you, firmly pressing your wrists down to his mattress about your head. His chapped, but perfect lips meet yours in a fiery assault against your senses, quickly dominating you in their battle for control. He kisses you like a man starved of water, you being the only salvation for his need. His lips make their way down your neck to your pulse point, working against the sensitive skin to draw out little noises of pleasure from you. When his fangs bite down a little too hard, something tells you you might have trouble walking tomorrow.

“I wanna hear ya,” he grunts, voice dangerously low. “By mornin’, I want all my brothers to know who ya belong to.”

“I’ll continue to keep saying the things that I say. And we’ll continue to keep playing the games that we play. But maybe just this once, we’ll work it out.”

A few months have passed since you returned to the human realm. Things remained quiet in the House of Lamentation (well, as quiet as the antics of seven demon brothers could be). Mammon made sure to text you everyday, and call you when Lucifer allowed it. He cursed his brother for such a stupid rule. Why should he have to wait and take turns to call you? He knows he’s the only one you really want to talk to.

He sighs looking down at his D.D.D. You haven’t read his message yet. They must still be asleep, he thinks to himself. Stupid human, it’s almost the middle of the afternoon. Why’d ya have to sleep in all the time? You should be up, thinking about him. At least, that’s what he spends every waking moment of his time on, thinking about you. Fair is fair.

He straightens his RAD uniform in his mirror, grumbling to himself. Another student council meeting? That’s like the 5th one this week. Sighing, he figures he better make his way to the council room before any of his brothers get a chance to chew him out.

On the way, he stares down at the screen, almost willing you to answer. Just like clockwork, he sees your “Good morning, Mammoney” text light up the face of his phone. Scrambling, he hits the call button. If you’re awake, he needs to hear your voice now.

The second he hears you pick up, he begins babbling. “Yo! Yo yo yo yo yo, wassup? It’s me, Mammon!” Gah, he cringes at himself. Yo? Wassup? Could he be any lamer?

He continues, “So, how’ve ya been? Lemme guess, you’ve been wanderin’ around in that sad depressin’ human world with no place to go and nuthin’ to do…Right?”

“I’m sorry…Who might this be?”, you decide to tease him, much to his dismay.

“Hey woah! Woah, hey… no way! My name had to come up on your phone before you picked up right? Don’t tell me you don’t have my contact info saved…or ya deleted it or somethin’!”

You giggle at his little freak out. “Mammon”, you reminded him “I just texted you back. Of course I know it’s you. Besides, it’s your day to call me and… I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“…Ugh, why’d that sadistic, stuck-up jerk decide that we have to take turns callin’ you? He’s always comin’ up with the dumbest rules. All that stuff about how ‘human lives are short’ and we’re eatin up too much of your time’. Pff..whatever.” You sigh softly into the receiver. “I wish I could see you, Mammon…”

You hear your boyfriend reply on the other side with an indignant “Hmph..” now it was his turn to tease. “What… did ya think if you said that, I’d be all like ‘I wish I could see you too? Heh, as if!”

It doesn’t take long until he cracks, and his true feelings leak through. “Okay, Fine! I admit it… I’m not bein’ honest, alright! The truth is I totally wish I could see you too! There, are ya happy now?!” You can’t help the massive smile that breaks out over your face.

“D’ah, uh-oh, I almost forgot! There’s this stupid meeting I gotta go to, and it’s starting soon. Satan’s callin’ for me. Sorry, gotta go for now. I’ll be in touch later. See ya, MC.”

The phone call was shorter than your liking, but you’d take any chance you get to hear his voice on the other end. You stretch your tired body and stand to get out of bed. Looking at the clock, you finally realize how long you slept in. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, “I guess I gotta get going.” Walking to your closet, you pick out a set of day clothes. Nothing too fancy, just enough to go into town to run some errands. With that, you grab your bag and head out the door.

You’ve already entered the city when you feel your D.D.D vibrate in your pocket. Hoping for another teasing message form Mammon, you whip it out at light speed, but stare down at it confusingly when you see Solomon’s name staring back at you. Huh, you think to yourself. It’s been awhile, wiz kid. He reflects your exact thoughts in his messages.

“It’s been awhile”, the message reads. “I tried calling you just now, but it seems you were in another call, So I figured I’d go ahead and text you. How have you been?”

You try to think of a response that doesn’t sound like too much of a downer. The truth is, you’ve been a wreck. You miss everyone, and you haven’t felt any sense of normalcy since you left the Devildom. “The human world is so boring…”, you type, hoping that sounded casual enough.

He texts back quickly, “Well, compared to the Devildom, I guess it is, yeah. By the way, MC, I can’t help wondering..” You stare down at the screen in interest, waiting in suspense for him to finish his message, when you hear a familiar voice behind you speak, “When were you going to mention how much you miss me?”

“Solomon!”, you let out, jumping at his sudden appearance. “Ahaha, surprise!” he beams, “You didn’t expect me to show up, did you! Haha, excellent!” You look him over, with a gaze of wonder and bemusement.

“All right, so now that that’s done, let’s get going!” You raise an eyebrow at him quizzically. “What do you mean?”, you ask. “I mean, you want to go back to the Devildom, don’t you? Well, I’m happy to inform you that King Solomon the Wise is about to grant your wish.”

Before you can even mock his usage of his old-timey nickname, the ground around you beings to rumble. You turn your head, trying to see if any passerbys were alerted to the sensation of the Earth crumbling around them, but everyone but the two of you seemed unaffected.

For a split second, blinding light over takes you, before you feel a sharp pain shoot through your body, and something (or someone) underneath you cry out in pain. “Guh!” you recognize the voice. It’s Satan. And you have found yourself right on top of him, landing roughly in his lap.

“Whoops. Sorry about that MC! I really should have warned you to be careful where you land.”

“Yeah, ya think?“, you respond to Solomons obvious advice, handed to you just a tad too late. As the entire population of the room begins to freak out over your sudden arrival, through the voices and the stares, you search out one specific pair of golden, blue eyes.

Locking eyes with Mammon, you suddenly feel at ease, a feeling you haven’t felt since you first left to go back home. You smile at him, one that’s filled to the brim with love and affection, one that consumes his thought processes and makes his mouth run dry.

“Hi dummy. I missed you.”

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jeonghan + ice skating

jeonghan is a confident guy. sometimes he gets borderline cocky but usually it happens if he's hundred percent sure in something. ice skating is not something he's sure in at all so, to be honest, no one was more surprised than him when he asked you out with the 'you, me, ice skating. sounds good?'. his impulsiveness got better of him but in his defense he has two things going: first, he really, really wanted to ask you out for a rather long time and second, he overheard you saying how excited you are for the opening of the ice rink and jeonghan is many things, but dumb is not one of them. of course he seized the opportunity, which led him here. and honestly? he's not very proud.

there are at least five couples on the rink and they all look like they are having the best time, if the constant laughter can be the indicator. jeonghan is not sulking but he is jealous; every single person skates so well and he barely can hold himself upright. in his head everything looked so romantic but now that he can see you coming to him, he's afraid he missed a very important detail - his complete incompetence in ice skating. you wobble towards him, holding handrails tightly and while it's cute, he's honest to god afraid for both of yours physical wellbeing.

'it's so crowded!' you exclaim, looking around. jeonghan can't look away even though he knows he should at least give a glance to the surroundings; your eyes are shining and you're smiling widely and maybe - just maybe - this idea's not that bad. 'since we both are awful in this, do you want to take those skate helpers?'

'i can teach you,' jeonghan says confidently and when you stare at him in shock, he quickly adds: 'i read five articles about this.'

'which makes you a pro now?' you ask, trying your hardest not to laugh. 'you're barely standing too!'

'my dear, confidence is the key!' hannie exclaims dramatically, making you smile. 'now, give me your hand and don't worry. i won't let anything happen to you.'

jeonghan's heart flutters when you take his hand without any hesitation, telling him to lead the way. he tries his best: puts on a brave face and in a teacher voice tells you all that he memorized. it turns out to be fun, really. it's easy when you get along with all his ideas, picking up on his jokes easily. it's easy to be silly with you, jeonghan feels like he can breathe with his whole chest, like he can actually be himself and you'll accept him fully. he tries his best to be charming but it seems like it's him who's falling for your charms instead; your laugh tightens his chest, your touch sends him in a frenzy, your smile makes him swoon. he holds you tightly and keeps telling you it's for your own safety, hiding the fact that he just likes having you this close.

'i can go by myself!' you proclaim after thirty minutes, feeling pretty confident.

jeonghan looks around at all of the people who are picking up their speed while skating in circles and frowns: 'maybe not here? that corner is empty.'

'you've been set on protecting me from people all this time,' you chuckle. 'i can protect myself, look!' you let go of his hands, all set to show what you learned.

jeonghan swallows dryly, eyes focused on your retreating figure and all of the people around who are way too fast and some of them are even skating backwards and-

'careful!' he shouts, rushing forward and forcefully yanking you on his chest in order to prevent a clash with another guy. 'oh my- are you okay?'

it takes you two some minutes to find the balance and jeonghan can't feel his arms from where you're clutching on them so hard. breath coming out in puffs, you look up at him with an open mouth, not sure what to say. at last you nod and jeonghan sighs in relief, helping you stand upright. 'i know i can't protect you from everything, but i wish you'd let me protect from the things i can control.'

he fixes your hat with his hand, looking at you fondly. your eyes glaze over a little and he smiles at your pink cheeks; he's sure thy are not only due to cold anymore. 'thank you,' you quietly murmur.

jeonghan smiles, taking your hands into his. there are words on the tip of his tongue, little confessions that are ready to burst from his heart but he's holding back. what he said before is already a little too much, he can tell by your obvious embarrassment. 'well,' he says a bit too loudly, 'ready for a race? if you win i'll go on another date with you and if i win then you'll go on another date with me. deal?'

you blink at him, starting to laugh. 'this was such a jeonghan thing to say, you have no idea.'

'really?' he grins. 'know me well then, don't you?'

at this you stick your tongue out. 'better than you know me, mister. try to keep up!'

jeonghan laughs and counts to four before he also heads off towards you. your laughter rings in his ears and he thinks that this whole ice skating thing may not be such a horrible idea, after all.

a/n: this was such a cute request, i hope you liked it @sugarbearhyuck <3 my other works can be found by this link - nini

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I wrote an angsty blurb about Jean and Harry so I'm dumping it here. Might turn it into a full fic eventually.

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"What is this? Some kind of fucking joke?" The man's eyes are dark and cold. He's leaning against the side of his door, arms crossed.

[Empathy] He seems startled to see you on his doorstep- and not overly pleased.

[Perception : Vision] He's wearing ill-fitting trousers and a dark blue shirt with long sleeves. There's something odd about seeing him without his uniform.

[Electrochemistry] It feels intimate.

"No. No jokes. I just... I was hoping we could talk? Over coffee, maybe?"

"Why do you have that?" He pointed to the small pot in your hands.

"Oh!! It's a gift- for you! It's a cute little cactus, with a flower blossom too, look-"

Jean opened his mouth to say something, but you were still going.

"You don't have to worry about watering it all the time, it's prickly-- but cool, and it's very resilient. It reminded me of you."

Jean raises his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a tight line. Silence falls between the two of you.

You feel a crushing weight in your chest. And your palms are sweating.

"Uh-huh.... thanks." There's an edge to his voice as he takes the potted plant and looks it over. His face is hard to read, but it looks like something in him caved. He sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. Come in.”

[Composure] This is going better than you thought it would. Just keep it cool, don't freak out.

[Reaction Speed] RUN before the scary man with the sad eyes makes you feel horrible about yourself again!

[Inland Empire] No. He needs this, just as much as you do.

You follow Jean inside, quietly observing the cosy wooden furniture. A painting of a horse hangs on the wall above a worn leather couch. You take a seat at the tiny dining table, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

Jean is in the kitchen. He sets the cactus on the windowsill in front of the sink and starts preparing a pot of coffee. You can hear the sizzle of the pot as the scent fills the air. He exits and takes a seat at the table across from you.

“What do you want?” His voice is as sharp as his gaze. Anger flares up behind his stoney eyes.

“I wanted to apologise to you, for all the bullshit I've put you through.” Your words are soft.

The man narrows his eyes. “Oh please!” He scoffs, “Do you seriously think I haven't heard this bullshit before?” His shoulders grow rigid.

“But–”

“Yes, I know! You're the sorriest goddamn cop who ever lived. This isn't the first time you've shown up grovelling on my doorstep.” A scowl is written across his face.

“Jean…” Your voice cracks, “I don't… I can't remember what I did to make you feel this way, just that it was horrible.”

“Oh yes. Let me help you, give you a little run-down- maybe?” Before you have a chance to object, Jean continues, “You permanently crippled a man in a fit of blind rage, a month ago. You went undercover to sleep with prostitutes and then arrested them. When a woman accused you of harassing her you tried to get her child taken away. You– you fucking leave a trail of destruction wherever you go, and it's always been my job to clean up after you.” His voice is shaking with rage, his fists clenched on the table in front of him. “I can keep going.”

God… did I really do all of that?

[Half Light] You did. You can still remember the sound of bones cracking.

“You don't need to.” There's a growing pit in your stomach. You start feeling a little ill. “I already know that I've done terrible things, I've spent weeks rediscovering every awful thing I've ever done for myself!” A heavy sigh escapes you. “Listen. I wish I could’ve been a better person, and a better partner to you– but I wasn't. All I can do now is try to move forward and… prove to you that I can be better.”

The words feel familiar and bitter in your mouth.

Jean crosses his arms tight to his body, still scowling. Silent rage radiates from him, but he says nothing.

“I have a fresh set of eyes, a new outlook on life. They say people have to hit rock bottom before they'll change. That was my rock bottom, Jean. I'm a changed man, ready to take accountability for my life.”

Jean shakes his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you think I’m a moron? That may have worked on me when we were young men, but not anymore. I've heard it all before. There is nothing left for you to say.” He pauses, briefly, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. “Guys like you don't change, Harry. You might be able to bewitch this new little partner of yours, lure him in with your honeyed lies and empty promises. But not me. I'm not your emotional dumping ground, go see a fucking psychiatrist.”

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enchxanting · 13 days

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our love is god [ethan landry x reader] pt. 10

read part 9 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, murderous fantasies, and obsessive behavior

a/n: that awkward moment when you go to college and forget how to write fic. lol <3. here you go, im getting back into it so just a short chapter.

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Dear Diary,

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

How the hell could I let this happen? What the fuck?

How does fighting with your best friend turn into triple homicide? How does getting a boyfriend make you an accomplice? A few weeks ago I was a girl with a crush, and now my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I didn’t sleep last night. Ethan dragged me out of the house into his car. I was shaking the whole time. It didn’t feel real. We were speeding back to my house, swinging wildly around corners, and I remembered the way Mindy’s sliced throat bubbled with blood. I threw up all over myself and the passenger seat of Ethan’s car. That only scared me more. I thought he’d pull over and kill me right then, he seemed so manic, but he only glanced over and laughed. Fucking laughed.

That wasn’t even the sickest thing, though. He finally got to my house and I went to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back so hard I thought he’d dislocate it. He didn’t say anything, but his expression was so terrifying I got the message: don’t say shit.

My parents barely noticed when I came home. They didn’t even realize I’d been out. Typical. My boyfriend killed the only people who cared if I lived or died. Except him, of course.

The sick thing is that I can’t forget that sweet, shy boy from the cafeteria. Whenever I see him it’s like I shut down. Like a deer in headlights. I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with Ethan. He brought me to his place, again. Just showed up in his car. I thought it was better to do what he wanted.

Thank god no school tomorrow.

Y/N

As soon as I close my diary, I feel a familiar presence behind my shoulders. I tense as he wraps his arms around my neck.

“Relax, Y/N,” Ethan says. “It’s like you saw a ghost.”

I’m still scared shitless by him, but his comment makes me so mad that I push him off and rise from the living-room couch. “What the fuck, Ethan?”

His mouth widens into a toothy grin. “A little dark humor, sorry. Just trying to lighten your mood.”

I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. He rolls his eyes and flops onto the couch. “So, who’s next? Should we kill Anika? Could be another suicide thing– not much to live for after your girlfriend and her brother and his kinda-girlfriend bite it. Or maybe Sam? She’s the reason you were even at Tara’s place that morning, after all.”

My blood runs cold. I open my mouth to say something, but the door slams. “Jesus, kids, you’re sure making a lot of fucking noise.”

Ethan’s dad waltzes in, smiling ear to ear. His shirt is partially unbuttoned and his hair and tie are askew. Sergeant Bailey smells like cigars, and I wrinkle my nose before I can stop myself.

Ethan rolls his eyes. “Celebrating, dad?”

The sarge pretends not to notice Ethan’s tone. “As a matter of fact, yes. We investigated and intercepted a pretty high-level bomb threat today. The captain took us out to celebrate. Still an asshole, though. I should be doing his job.”

“Bomb threat?”

“Yeah. A gnarly one, too. Some office building in the east of town. They put a Norwegian in the boiler room and a bunch of thermals upstairs that were gonna be set off after. Luckily the bomb squad got there before the clock reached zero. The captain…”

He keeps chattering about the details of his day and his “fucking idiot” of a boss, but it all fades out when Ethan gets that look in his eye again. I know this one: it’s the same look from the funeral. His eyes are stony. He’s forming a plan.

I can’t be in this house any more. I feel myself run out the door, and I almost make it to the street before a tight grip fastens itself around my waist. I kick and yell but to no avail. Ethan tightens his grip around me and kisses me, muffling my screams. I’m so claustrophobic, I can hardly breathe.

As he deepens this kiss, I do the only thing I can think of: I bite his lip, hard. He yelps and lets me go, and we both fall back onto the grass. He brings his hand down from his mouth, and I can see a trickle of blood on his fingers. “Cute, Y/N. Very fucking cute.”

“Leave me alone. We’re done. Whatever this thing is, it’s over.”

He grins, and there’s blood in his teeth. “You can’t bring them back. You’ve got to know that.”

I feel hot tears welling up. “I’m not trying to bring back anything, you psycho, except maybe myself.”

His face hardens. “I love you, Y/N. I love you a whole fucking lot. I’ve made that pretty clear. And you know what I can do. To anyone. For you. To you. So you’ll be back.”

His threat makes my head spin. I scramble back towards the road. For a second, I think he’s going to follow me, but he makes no move to get up.

When I hit cement, I turn on my heels and run. The sting of the wind burns my tear-tracked cheeks, but I don’t stop or slow until I’m safely upstairs in my bedroom with the door locked.

Dear Diary,

Am I going to homecoming, or hell?

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rsedits9420 · 1 year

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cinnamon girl p33333

West coast

Pt 3 of The Lana Fic

Based off the song West Coast by Lana Del Rey

Word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

TW: mentions of abuse, portrayals of abuse, mental health, and ptsd (pls don’t read if you find these triggering)

Mark’s POV

As I wake up, I start to remember what occurred last night. I picked up y/n from Rutger and Johnny’s dorm. Then I saw that she was hurt. He had hit her! Her asshole of a boyfriend, Mason. For some reason I wasn’t as pissed last night as I am now. I’m furious. He doesn’t get to put his hands on her. Never. I’m going to need a lot of talking out of what I’m about to do. I slowly get up out of my bed, careful not to wake y/n, who is sleeping next to me. I put on one of my old hockey sweatshirts and put on a black beanie. I quietly grab my keys and phone and make my way to the door. Even though I'm livid, I’m not going to disturb her. She needs her rest. Especially after the events of last night. It’s only 8:45. I doubt any of my other roommates are awake. They can’t stop me from beating Mason’s ass. And trust me, that’s exactly what I’m about to do. I write a quick note letting y/n know I’m going out, and will be back. Leave her probably isn’t a good idea, but I can’t let this fucker go untouched for what he did to her any longer. Better yet, let’s make this a warning to never mess with my girl ever again.

I get this feeling like it all could happen, that's why I'm leaving

You for the moment, you for the moment

I quietly open my door and step into the hallway. As I reach the end of the hall I’m met with Luke sitting on the couch watching some highlights from his brother's game last night. “Where are you heading?” He asks. “Nowhere.” I respond bluntly. He starts to stand up, as I try to rush towards the door. “Man, I know what you're going to do. Yes. He definitely deserves it. But don’t ruin your hockey career. She wouldn’t want that.” Luke tells me. He starts to move in front of the door. “I’m just going to get a few punches in, okay! He’s a piece of shit, so I’m going to treat him as such. He hit my girl! He can’t get away with that!” I yell trying to push my way out. All of a sudden, Ethan, Mackie, and Dylan all appear out of their rooms. “What the hell is going on?” Dylan questions. “He about to go fuck up his career and I’m preventing that from happening.” Luke tells them. “Mark, I promise he’ll get what he deserves, but right now you need to be with y/n. She needs you.” Ethan tells me. Shit. He was right. How would she feel if I did the same thing that he did? I'm not like that though. I won’t give her a reason to be afraid of me. Not ever.

I speed back to my room, just to see y/n awake staring at my wall. “You okay?” I ask. “Will you lay with me?” She asked. Her eyes are puffy, and her cheeks are stained with tears, yet she’s still breathtakingly gorgeous. I climb into bed with her, and pull her close. “I meant what I said last night.” She whispers. “And I meant what I said too. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that right.” I tell her. “Will you go with me to get my stuff today?” I take her face into my hands,”Yes baby, of course. I’ll protect you at all costs. I promise.” I would do anything and everything for her. I mean it.

Y/n’s POV

Mark makes me feel whole. When he holds me, I know he wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt me ever. I never felt that with Mason. Yet the way Mark is holding me now, it feels different. Like he’s afraid to let go. Honestly I might be a bit afraid, myself. Even though I feel afraid, I know he is my safe haven. He always has been.

I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

*4 hours later*

I don’t know if I can do this. All the boys are driving me to Mason’s apartment to get my stuff. He’s going to flip out. Luckily I have Mark and the boys here to protect me. I’m still dreading seeing Mason. I have no clue how he’s going to react. That’s the scariest part about this all. When I don’t know his next move, that’s when he does something outrageous. Mark is sitting next to me, holding my hand and playing with my knuckles. “It will be okay. I promise baby.” He whispers. He makes me feel safe. He always has. He’s my rock. My safe space. My home.

When we arrive at the apartment complex, they help me unload the boxes Luke and Dylan brought in Luke’s truck, and we take them up to the apartment. When I reach the door of my used to be “home” I grab my key out of my pocket, and quietly open the door. Hopefully he isn’t here, or if he is he’s passed out. The boys aren’t far behind me, but the are now just getting off the elevator as I walk into the apartment. I tiptoe through the living room straight to the bedroom to retrieve my things. All of a sudden a hand grabs my neck and pulls me against the wall.

Mark’s POV

Each of us brought up two boxes to pack up y/n’s things. When we reach the apartment door, it’s wide open. She went in there without me?! I quickly get inside of the apartment just to hear,” please Mason. Let me-e go. Pl-” I drop everything in my hands when I turn the corner to see Mason shoving y/n up against the wall by her throat. All I see is red. I charge up to him, pull him off immediately and throw him to the ground. “Don’t you ever touch her again! You hear me!” I roar. Eddie comes up behind me to check on y/n. I grab Mason by the collar of his shirt and get on top of him. Soon enough my fist connects with his face. I get 6 good punches in before Mackie and Luke are pulling me off. They have to get Dylan’s help to hold me against the wall. I look back at what I just did. His nose is definitely crooked, he has a gash on his eyebrow, and a busted lip. But damn that felt good. Mason starts to stand back up. “You fucking asshole!” Mason swears at me. And just like that Mackie turns around and hits Mason with a right hook to knock him right back on his ass. “You're not one to talk, so do everyone else here a favor and shut the hell up.” Mackie yells at him.

My gaze falls back onto y/n. She’s curled up into a ball. As she turns her head I can see the handprints on her throat. I rush towards her in an instant. “Hey, shhh. It’s okay. I’m here now. Nothing else is going to happen I promise.” I tell her, as I pull her into a hug. “Here, I’ll take “our friend” to the parking lot, so you guys can’t help y/n get her stuff. Okay?” Luke says. We all nod. Not long after Luke is dragging Mason out of the apartment. “Come on, let's go get your stuff.” I say lifting y/n in my arms.

After almost an hour, me and the boys have all of her belongings packed and ready to be taken to our house. Y/n hasn’t said a word yet. I’m starting to get worried. One thing I know is, I’m not letting this girl out of my sight ever again.

With the help of the boys, I managed to get all of the boxes into the two cars. As I place the last box in the car, I see Mason approaching the building again. Luckily y/n is already in the car safe. I’m not going to do anything else for now. I think y/n has seen enough for one day. I sit next to her in the car, and not long after she places her head on my chest. “Thank yo-u for being here and protecting me-e, Mark.” I cup her cheeks and tell her,”Anytime baby. And it’s all over now. You’re going to come live with me and the boys, and we’ll figure the rest out from there. Okay?” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “Okay.” She responds. “I love you so much. And there isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you. I swear to you.” She giggles through tears and says,” I love you too Woody. So so much.” That’s when I know I'm in love with this girl. And I’m not ever losing her again.

I’m in love

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