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kurlyteuvo · 2 months
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Anything to Make It Right
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This is my second fic in @wyattjohnston winter fic exchange 2k24. I had a lot of fun taking on a second fic and write for @lam-ila. I'm glad I could. I hope you enjoy this! I've never written for Quinn before, but it was a nice challenge. And, he is a cutie.
Gif: @gabelandeskog (I've realized that I've forgotten to credit the gif's I've used)
Summary: Quinn Hughes messes up big time for the first time in your 3 year long relationship. Can he make it up to you?
Warnings: angst to fluff, swears, happy ending, reader insert
Word Count: ~2.3k
Song Suggestion: Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men
Tagging: @laurenairay @thesvechnikov @hoesforthecanes @teokka
Everything about the night is perfect. Your dress sparkles in the dim restaurant lights. The drink in your hand is one of the best you’ve ever had. All of your colleagues, their partners, and your boss are here to celebrate your recent promotion. Everything about the night is perfect…except for one thing. Your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. He hasn’t answered your calls or texts. He’s seemingly forgotten this important night for you that he promised he’d put into his phone’s calendar. You even wrote it down on his calendar that is posted on his fridge the moment you visited after finding out the news.
“Where’s Quinn, Y/N?” Gina, a close colleague, asks.
“Oh, there’s been a cold or stomach bug or something going around the team. One of the guys with kids accidentally brought it to the locker room, and it spread like wildfire. He was hoping to feel better before tonight, but, no dice, unfortunately,” you answer convincingly enough that she nods her head in understanding even though you’re lying through your teeth.
“Oh yeah. My sister’s kids gave her and my brother-in-law that same illness earlier this week. I totally get it,” she says before changing the subject.
You discreetly text Quinn, Don’t come if you see this.
After sending the text, your boss, Kayleen, taps on her wine glass with her knife to get your colleague’s attention.
“Tonight, we’re recognizing one of the most hard-working, always-reliable workers I’ve ever had,” she announced to the group.
Some small cheers came from your colleagues and their partners.
“Y/N, this is a much-deserved promotion for you. I couldn’t think of a better person to fill this senior-level role than you. You’re so dedicated and do things the right way. I’m so proud of you,” she turns to say to you, “let’s toast to Y/N well-deserved promotion!”
You all raise your glasses as your colleagues and their partners cheer for you which causes other restaurant patrons to turn and cheer too. After you sip some of your drink down, you thank your boss and colleagues before checking your phone one more time before the appetizers are served.
There’s at least 10 messages and 2 missed calls.
“Shit. Fuck. Baby, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Please call me when you get home.”
“I promise to make this up to you.”
“I’m so fucking unbelievably sorry, Y/N.”
All of the messages blur together, and you throw back a giant sip of your cocktail to keep your anger and hurt from showing. For the rest of the night, you keep it together and pretend to be so happy and excited for your coworkers.
At the end of the night, everyone is making their way to their cars.
“I hope Quinn feels better soon! Let him know that we missed him tonight,” Gina tells you.
You keep it together enough to say, “I’ll definitely do that. See you next week!”
Once you’re in your car, you let out the sigh and tears that you’ve wanted to all night. You’re extremely glad none of your colleagues parked close to you. You quickly turned your car on and set the aux to your emo music playlist before wiping your eyes. You see one last text on your phone before putting it in the cupholder for the drive.
“I love you so much. I’m so fucking sorry.”
>>>>> 
Quinn
“You fuckers ready to get fucking wrecked in CoD?” J.T. announces into his microphone.
“Buddy, you’re the one getting destroyed all night, and you fucking know it,” Hoglander answers.
The rest of the boys laugh.
“Wait, Quinn, didn’t you have that thing with Y/N tonight? That dinner thing with her and her colleagues and boss? I was surprised you were on,” Pettersson chimes in.
“Oh, no. That’s tomorrow night,” Quinn answers back.
“Um, dude, I think it’s tonight, like right now,” Pettersson answers back with some awkwardness.
Quinn checks his phone’s calendar and nearly throws up.
“She and I are fucking done. She’s never gonna forgive me for this,” he frantically announces, “How can I ever apologize enough for this?”
The boys on the call try to calm him down a bit to get his head in the right mindset, but he’s panicked and devastated. He thinks about the ring he’s been hiding in his sock drawer. He thinks about how it’s all for not now. You’ll never forgive him for this. You’ve gone to nearly all his games, all his galas, and all the charity events, and he couldn’t even do this one thing for you.
But, he’d have to try. He’d do nearly anything to make this up to you.
>>>>> 
You’ve made it home and kicked off your shoes and hung your coat, and you’re now staring at your phone.
I should at least tell him I made it home. He’ll call the police if I don’t.
You argue with yourself if you even owe him that, deciding eventually that you can’t not tell him.
“I made it home safe. Leave me the fuck alone right now. I’ll talk to you when I’m ready.”
“Thank you. I’m here when you’re ready. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much.”
Even though you’re pissed off beyond belief, it makes you feel better knowing that he knows you’re home.
You thought that you’d be celebrating with Quinn tonight once you two would get home. Quinn would’ve picked you up to drive you to the dinner, driven you back to your place, tangled with you in bed, and you would’ve woken up next to each other in pure happiness the next morning before he would have to leave for practice. Now, you were curled up in your bed alone other than for your favorite stuffed animal. You checked your phone one more time before trying to sleep out of habit only to see nothing on the lock screen. You forgot that you’d told him to leave you alone. You place your phone back down before drifting into a very restless sleep.
>>>>> 
The sun shone brightly through the thin curtains. You realized that you’d forgotten to pull the blackout curtains closed before falling asleep once you awoke. Your arm instinctively reached behind you to find Quinn only to remember what happened the night before. Your anger had quelled, and now all you felt is disappointment.
You grabbed your phone. Praying for a good morning text that wasn’t there.
“I’ll hear you out after your practice. 2pm sound good? My place.”
Sent.
Read.
“I’ll be there.”
Sent quicker than the speed of light.
You put your phone back down on the bedside table and covered your eyes. 2pm couldn’t come quickly enough.
>>>>> 
Your clock struck 2pm, and your doorbell rang the moment after. You didn’t even have to check who it was. You buzzed him in. You feel like the knock on your apartment door sounded only seconds later even though that wasn’t possible.
The face on the other side of the door was one of devastation. You’ve never seen Quinn look so distraught, and it killed you inside even though you both knew that he was the cause of his own devastation. You stepped aside to let him in. He quickly walked in, and you shut the door behind him while he hung his coat and kicked off of his shoes. He obviously had just left practice. His hair was still a bit wet from the post-practice shower, and he was wearing Canucks sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Your phone chimed with a message. It was from Pettersson.
“The boy was a fucking wreck at practice and nearly ran out after the shower. He missed you.”
He confirmed what you suspected, and you let a small smile slip.
You look up from your phone to see Quinn staring into your soul so deeply that you nearly need to look away.
“Do you want to sit down? We should probably move from the entryway,” you say to him.
He snaps out of it, “yeah, let’s go sit, Y/N.”
You both sit down on your couch in the living room. You haven’t seen him sit this awkwardly since the first time you invited him back to your place. He was so scared to do the wrong thing. He’s sitting with his hands on his knees and angled to look at you, while you sit cross-legged, looking back at him on the other end of the couch. The silence is deafening.
“Y/N-“
“Quinn-“
“You first Quinn. I want to hear you out. That’s why I invited you,” you said to him a bit too roughly.
He swallowed nervously.
“Okay,” he sighed out, “Y/N, baby. I’m so unbelievably fucking sorry. I’m the biggest fucking dumbass that has ever graced Earth’s presence. This is not an excuse. I want to be clear before I start. This week has been absolutely ass. Yesterday morning, I reminded myself of your event, then practice was so brutal that I ended up completely mentally and physically exhausted. It completely slipped my mind after my nap that afternoon. I was so stressed out with the workload this week and the intense practices that I just wanted to relax. I put my phone on ‘Do not disturb’, so I could recuperate. Then, I saw the guys online, on discord, and I decided to hop in. Pettersson was the one who called it out.”
He took a moment to breathe. A few tears had started to fall from his eyes.
“Everything fucking fell down around me. I saw all your messages. I nearly puked my guts out reading them all and seeing your calls and listening to your voicemails. I’m so fucking sorry for letting you down. You’ve done so much for me. Going to so many events for me, and I couldn’t do this one thing for you that I wanted to do as well. I even had my outfit ready in my closet. I’m so damn sorry. I don’t know how I can possibly even make it up to you, but I want you to know that. And, I love you so fucking much. More than life itself. You’re my everything. It killed me waking up without you beside me. I hated not being able to say goodnight or good morning, but I wanted to respect your wish. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
He's openly crying, and all you can think to do is wipe away his tears. So, you do.
“Quinn, baby,” you start, “you really, really hurt me. It made me so angry and disappointed, and I felt so let down by you after all the events I’ve attended for you. This was important to me, and I felt like I wasn’t important to you when you didn’t show up. I had to make an excuse for you, saying that you had a stomach bug, speaking of puking your guts out.”
You huff out a laugh, and Quinn smiles slightly.
“As much as what you did, well didn’t do, hurt me, I can’t help but forgive you. I love you so much, and I missed you a lot. But…you’re going to have to make it up to me-“
“I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” Quinn interjects, “sorry for interrupting.”
You grab one of his hands in yours.
“You can start by taking me out to dinner and going to the upcoming company gala to celebrate the company’s 50th anniversary…and by giving me a kiss. I missed my congratulatory kiss last night,” you say to him while smiling slyly.
“Anything for you, Y/N,” he scoots over and immediately envelops you with himself. His lips are on yours faster than you can think about wanting that. When he pulls back a few minutes later, he holds your face in his hands with tears in his eyes once again.
“I thought I’d lost you, Y/N. I was sure you’d never forgive me,” he cried.
You cup one of his cheeks with one of your hands while your other hand rests on his waist.
“I’d never leave you. You really hurt me and disappointed me, but I know you didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t throw away 3 years for one mistake…even though it was a pretty damn big mistake. But like I said, you bet your ass that you’ll be making it up to me.”
“I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life. I’ll never let that happen ever again, Y/N, I promise.”
>>>>> 
The final buzzer sounds. A Canucks win!
The night before, Quinn had promised you a hat trick on the ice after a hat trick between the sheets. Just for you. And…he did just that. The other WAGs in the box are hugging you as you all make your way down to the family room to wait for the boys to make their way out. You know it’ll be awhile before Quinn greets you. You watch his interview on the tv in the family room.
An interviewer asks him, “what gave you so much energy tonight?”
Quinn gave one of the sweetest answers you’ve ever heard, “my girlfriend. She’s the best and always cheering me on and encouraging me. She gave me a good pump-up speech after my pre-game nap.”
The biggest smile graces his face. One of the WAGs lightly elbows you and wiggles her eyebrows.
You laugh loudly before you start playing with one of the WAGs children tugging on your pants.
When Quinn finally makes his way out of the locker room, he nearly runs to you before sweeping you up in his arms to kiss you and spin you around. Afterwards, he places you down and whispers against your lips, “all for you. Everything I do is for you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Quinn,” you whisper before kissing him again and thinking about the night ahead.
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All is Fair in Love and War - Part 1
Pairing - Jonathan Crane x fem!reader
Summary - When you were attacked in your own home, you confined yourself with Jonathan to help you heal. Until you learn a sickening truth that changes everything.
Warnings - extreme NON-CON, dub con, rough sex, drugging, oral, hand job, grinding, manipulation, stalking, controlling.
Word count - 6.9k+
Notes - I've been working on this for a long time and after many rewrites, this is the first of a two part story. This simple idea turned out to be so long that I had to split it up otherwise I would never finish it. Probably the darkest story I've written. Please note story isn't in chronology order. Comments/messages are urged if this even deserves the second part please. And I'm sorry but I hate proof reading.
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For the first time forever, you felt as if you’ve finally recognised your priorities. You wanted Jonathan, you needed Jonathan. In desperate need of your call for help, you visualized screaming his name. Not the authorities, not a knight in shining armor, not a God, it was Jonathan. 
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop trembling as you remained curled up in a ball in your kitchen. The room was as dark as the deepest corner of a cave and it was as cold as ice on this winter’s night. All of your thoughts didn’t match up with each other as if they were scrambled in a pan like eggs, you struggled to remember where and who you were. 
Hesitantly, you gripped onto the edge of the counter, your knuckles turned white as you pulled your aching body up as your hands searched and patted over the counter top. Feeling the home phone in your shaking hand, the buttons flashed a dim white light, but it was all a blur to you as you dialed the number. Holding the phone to your ear with an unsteady grip, you listened to the phone ring. Praying to any God that he would answer. Right when you thought the call was going to ring out, you heard his breathing on the other end of the line for a brief moment.
Your friendship had recently hit rock bottom with Jonathan, it was your fault, you know it was. You shouldn’t have been drinking in such an emotional state, you shouldn't have dressed the way you did, you shouldn’t have looked at him in that manner. You were selfish, merely wanting somebody’s complete attention. You've always led on Doctor Jonathan Crane, the ruthless misanthrope psychiatrist who had an undying obsession with you. But that night, you foolishly crossed the line you were determined to stay away from.
“What is it?” Jonathan answered, not sounding pleased to be answering a call at this time of the night, or by you, most likely both. But you were so relieved to hear his voice that you couldn’t help but to sob out loud. It felt like a massive weight was lifted off of your shoulders yet you never felt more empty. Your voice choked as you attempted to say something, anything. “Darling? What’s wrong?” Jonathan continued, his tone completely switching as he voiced his concern. 
“I- Johnny… I-I” you cried, lost for words. 
Your mind was still fuzzy as you looked down at your body, your pajama shorts ripped in multiple spots and dried fluids all over your flesh. You could hear him begging you to tell him what was wrong, had something happened to you? But you were still too deep in a state of shock and confusion to say anything. No matter how desperately you wanted to beg Jonathan to come save you, all you could do was sob. 
“Calm down, I’m leaving right now sweetheart. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please stay calm darling” he promised you before hanging up the line. If he could stay on the phone with you, he would.  
As the line went dead, you collapsed back onto the floor, curling back up into a ball as your body trembled in mental and physical distress. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do as he asked, how could you stay calm after this?
Jonathan used the spare key you gave him to open the door and quickly punched in the security code to your alarm system. Rushing down the dark hallway, he was calling out your name repetitively and flicked on the lights in the kitchen to reveal the heavily intoxicated you. Jonathan rushed to your side and kneeled, your eyes were glued shut from fear, your teeth chattering as he slowly went to touch your shoulder. Startled, you shrieked and flung yourself back, hitting your head on the wooden counter which caused flashing white lines through your darkened sight. 
“Shhhh” Jonathan soothed, pulling your body towards him, embracing you. Your body was as stiff as stone under his. “It’s just me sweetheart. Jonathan, it’s Johnny” he clarified, rubbing your back as he pressed his warm lips to your cold temple. 
Your mind was still unclear with whatever hardcore substance was in your system and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your skin felt filthy, as if you were drenched in grease. It was difficult to breathe, your chest tight and throat dehydrated. The feeling of agony weighed heavy on you, keeping you locked to the cold tiled floor. You looked at Jonathan with hesitation through teary eyes, not trusting him. 
When you realized it really was him you cried into his chest, letting it all out, holding onto him for dear life. Gently cooling by your ear to help calm you down, Jonathan rocked you back and forth as his eyes wandered around the lit room. He could see the havoc of your kitchen. The utensils spread all over the counter, broken glass and water on the floor.
“I’m here, you’re safe now” Jonathan promised you and despite your disoriented state, you knew his words to be true. 
Doctor Jonathan Crane was an intriguing character. Many would use precise words such as: bumptious, narcissistic, cunning and barbaric when describing him. He was a walking hazard. They’d all warn you to stay away from him, he was expressed as a psychotic genius who lets Hell rain in Arkham Asylum through his experiments for his own intellectual growth. 
To you, he was kind, understanding and never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the room. You cannot lie, your friendship with Jonathan was certainly unconventional. But Jonathan was smitten by you, and you felt tenderness with the idea of always having someone there for you. 
After almost an hour of blubbering on the floor, you laid back in the passenger seat in a dopey state, wrapped up in his coat as he cautiously drove you back to his house, gazing over to you every few seconds. The paranoia of that man, that monster coming back was too overbearing. Jonathan inwardly deemed that he would be able to take better care of you. He never had optimism in others, especially to the care of you. When the engine’s rumbled came to a sudden silence in the garage, Jonathan completely looked over to you, his fingertips brushing over your jawline. He grabbed your small bag in the backseat first, he’d pick up more belongings in the morning. Opening the car door for you, he wrapped his arm around you protectively and picked you off the ground bridal style. 
“Do you have any idea what he gave you sweetheart?” Jonathan projected as he carried you to his bedroom, laying you on the bed. Gently, you shook your head. “Well, you don’t look like you're overdosing…” Jonathan observed, checking your pulse. “But better to be safe than sorry” he murmured. 
Jonathan disappeared and reappeared swiftly, standing by your side with medical equipment. The vital signs were quickly checked. Besides your disorientation and heightened sense of fear, you showed no physical symptoms of an overdose. 
“Any chest pains? Nausea? Abdominal pain?” Jonathan asked slowly and you continued to shake your head. Humming in response, Jonathan searched through his bag and picked out a tablet. “Take this” he instructed. 
But you were skeptical as you squinted your eyes to the small white pill. Jonathan sighed and motioned the pill towards your lips. Your dry lips parted as he slipped the pill into your mouth, followed by the rim of a water bottle to help swallow it down.
“You need a bath, then I’ll make you some tea, okay?” Jonathan told you, caressing your forearm. 
Nodding in agreement, you watched Jonathan slip into the ensuite and you heard the water running, Your body lightly trembled as you closed your eyes and when you opened them again, you were in the bath with Jonathan kneeling beside you as he ran a cloth up and down your now warm skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The water had a scent in it, lavender you believed. The steam dancing up into thin air over the water. 
You looked around your surroundings and then down as you saw your exposed body. Your arms instinctively went to cover yourself as your whimpers began to grow. A hush left Jonathan’s lips as his hand intertwined with yours to help calm you. He gave you a stern stare that screamed for you to stay calm. Yet his soft eyes were begging you to trust him, you took a deep breath in and laid your head back. It’s nothing Jonathan hasn’t seen after all. 
Jonathan wrapped the towel around you tightly after he guided you out of the tub, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders as he walked you into his walk-in wardrobe. He helped you dress into your pajamas, yet the short sleeves and pants made you feel insecure. Your arms wrapped around your body and Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you. After studying your expression, he pulled out his old university hoodie and slid it over your head. You sighed in relief, the scent of him still strongly on the fabric. 
Trailing after him like a lost puppy to the kitchen, he flicked on the kettle and plucked out an apple from the fruit bowl. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, he quickly sliced the apple into bite sized pieces and hand fed you bit by bit. 
“It’ll help calm your mind” Jonathan exhaled as he poured the hot water into the herbal tea. The mug was set beside you as he watched you momentarily, waiting for the tea to cool down. 
After a few minutes you took a small sip and breathed out, fresh tears pricking at your strained eyes. Everytime you closed your eyes you could see him, that monster, creature. Shifting your focus directly onto your tea, the two of you stood in silence, Jonathan’s eyes still set on you. The clock read 4:08 as its hands ticked loudly. 
He took your mug as you finished it. “I’ll sleep on the couch” he stated, gently pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You came to a sudden stop as you turned around to face him. 
“Please don’t… Stay with me” you weakly begged, dreading the idea of being alone. 
Jonathan’s eyes softened as he nodded in agreement and he guided you to the bedroom. He laid you comfortably on the bed and vanished into the walk-in wardrobe, returning in cozy pants and a long sleeve top. You slipped underneath the bed as his blue eyes stalked you, Jonathan slithered onto the bed and underneath the covers like a snake, pulling your fragile body towards his. Your breathing was staggered as laid your head on his firm chest, he left the lamp on, caressing your back as your tired eyes urged you to shut them but you were too afraid of seeing him again. 
After what felt like hours of just laying there, even though it was only a few minutes, your breathing got rougher as the memories began to control your thoughts. Your hand wrapped around his side firmly and Jonathan looked down. 
“Breathe in darling” Jonathan whispered. 
“What?” you frowned, looking up to him. 
“Breath in” he softly smiled, you did as he said. “Now breathe out” he continued on. Breathing out, Jonathan coached you to do it over and over again. 
Your chest relaxed as you laid your head back onto his chest, your tired eyes taking over you as you continued to breathe in and out at a steady pace. He whispered calming thoughts by your ear, he was so good with words.
“That’s a good girl” Jonathan whispered as you fell into a deep slumber, free from fear just for now. 
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You met Jonathan at Gotham University. Everyone on campus despised him, a cocky know it all who’d jump at a debate whenever it raised on the surface. Jonathan was the first in all of his classes, no matter how hard all of the other students tried, he was unbeatable. But you couldn’t help but to be curious with his presence when you’d see him around campus. He was cute, charming if he wore the right clothes, but he was certainly a unique character. Jonathan was passionate, eager and sharp. 
He was in the year above you so you never had a real reason to talk to him. But if you’d walk past him in the hallways you’d greet him, he would never reply back however, hardly acknowledge your existence nevertheless. Yet sometimes you’d look up wherever you were on campus and catch him watching you. Like you were a gazelle in an open field. Usually people would instantly look away after being caught, but he continued to stare, as if he was studying you, dissecting you apart with his ocean blue eyes. 
It wasn’t until your second year when he approached you in the campus gardens, blocking off the sunlight, you looked up to the boy with dark hair. “Is it Professor Dickens or Winston that has you in such a state of distress?” Jonathan questioned you cockily, staring down at you with a sly grin, his hands behind his back. His rectangular framed glasses made him look goofy yet somewhat intimidating. 
After a short silence, you responded with a light chuckle, “Dickens” and Jonathan hummed loudly.  
“Ah, I do not speak from experience. However, many find Professor Dickens to be rather… rigorous” Jonathan replied, leaning over to look at the book you were studying. “I remember that textbook, it was rather unchallenging. What are you struggling with?” Jonathan asked, kneeling down next to you now to look at your jots in your notebook. 
“All of it really” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows at how he is actually associating himself with you. “I had to leave town for a few days, my grandma was very ill. Professor Dickens didn’t approve of my appeal for an extension” you muttered slightly, feeling a wave of anger at the situation. 
“No issue, I was Professor Dickens star pupil” Jonathan responded, taking your notebook off of you without consent. Jonathan was all of his Professors’ star pupil. “I’ll be sure to make you the next” he grinned at you.
Your peculiar friendship rapidly continued to blossom over the months. Multiple times of the week you’d find yourself residing somewhere hidden on campus with Jonathan, sharing reports, experiments and research with one another. He became your mentor, tutor, inspiration to strive for brilliance in your education. 
Jonathan didn’t seem to be as evil as everyone made him out to be. However, you quickly realized that this behavior was merely reserved towards you. Not that he ever did any romantic gestures towards you. You could just read his eyes like a children’s book. Shamefully, you liked Jonathan, a lot more than you wanted to. Jonathan was a puzzle that you had this urge to try to solve, yet at times the pieces you’d connect together felt sinister which you ignorantly chose to ignore.
To Jonathan’s clear distaste, you were already in a relationship. Daniel was your high school sweetheart, but that relationship quickly went sour as you graduated. If you weren’t so comfortable with him, you would have broken up with him at the first red flag. No one should put up with the abuse and neglect he showed you. Especially with the bad habits he had picked up during your relationship. But you were young and naive, too afraid of what life would look like without him. 
Jonathan became aware of his maltreatment towards you when he noticed a light bruise over your jaw and a horrible excuse as to how it occurred. He knew you were lying by the way your cheeks would turn a few shades darker. This situation was no exception. But he said nothing, surprising with how he was always proud to state his opinion. Jonathan unhappily went along with your little lie to keep you content. 
Then, Daniel disappeared into thin air. Packed up all of his belongings abruptly in the middle of the night and never saw his face again. It wasn’t a surprise really, he had a cocaine issue, most likely made a few bad friends in the dark alleys of Gotham. You weren’t sure he ran away, or if something far sinister had occurred. Nevertheless, it was a shattering experience. But you had Jonathan to lean on for support and you couldn’t be anymore grateful. 
Expectedly shortly after, Jonathan confessed his feelings for you confidently yet emotionlessly. He was extremely understanding when you said that you couldn’t think about seeing people again yet and how you’d hate to ruin your friendship. Because it did mean so much to you. Jonathan only couldn’t resist keeping those thoughts inside of him any longer. Your friendship continued on like normal. 
When Jonathan earned his doctorate, you demanded he’d celebrate with you. As if he even had any other options. You were going to plan him a special night, but he had already beat you to it, he was such a control freak. The night was spent at one of Gotham’s finest restaurants. He wore his finest black suit and you wore a gorgeous bodycon silk green dress. It was the first time you had ever drank with Jonathan, you had a bottle of champagne on ice to share. Traditionally, Jonathan placed his card in the folder and flashed you a grin. It was one of the best nights of your life, living in luxury, gratefully with him. 
“I know I told you no gifts, but there is one thing that I wish from you” Jonathan exhaled as he parked his car outside of your apartment block. He looked over to you slowly and you could feel your heart pound in your chest, your throat tighten as if something had tied rope around it. 
You knew exactly what path he was walking down, this day was bound to pounch back at you again. When else then after an unofficial romantic dinner at one of Gotham’s finest?
“Yes Johnny?” You awkwardly chuckled, the streetlamps illuminating his expression of despair. 
“A kiss” he whispered, his look begging you to agree with him as he straightened his posture. 
“Jonathan” you warned, breaking eye contact immediately. What else should you have expected? It was your typical romantic dinner, he paid the bill, now you had to pay up with a different currency. 
“Just once… Every time I heard students snicker behind my back about how I… Couldn't pull…” Jonathan’s tongue clicked as if a drop of venom fell onto it. “I could never help but to feel embarrassed with them being correct, for once” he continued on, looking away from you in the same. “But yes, I have never had the pleasure of kissing a woman before, especially someone as beautiful as you” Jonathan admitted, sighing dramatically at the embarrassment.  
“Never?” You frowned towards him, feeling slightly guilty. 
As if it wasn’t as clear as day, he never spoke about his natural urges with you. A part of you was convinced that he would come out as asexual one day. It was all so extremely rare for him to get along with others, he would never do a sneaky link, especially during the academic period. No wonder he was always such an asshole to others. 
“Unfortunately my brilliance in psychology doesn’t even out my ill-manners towards others” Jonathan exhaled, biting on his lips at the unfortunate truth. 
Perhaps it was the champagne urging you towards him, but Jonathan just looked so sweet and innocent right now. You couldn’t help but to feel sympathy for him, especially after all he has done for you. 
“One kiss…” you stated, holding up one finger. 
Jonathan gently nodded and leant towards you eagerly, his hands snaked to your back to pull your bodies together. If only you could hear how rapid his heartbeat was. He was hesitant, so you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his. 
Jonathan hummed, his mouth opening ajar for his tongue to slip out, subconsciously you allowed his slippery tongue inside your warm mouth. His hands slowly slid up your back as your tongues danced together in the silent atmosphere. Right as you noticed your body being drawn to him you abruptly pulled yourself away from him. The pair of you silently caught your breath. 
There was a brief moment of silence, your mind still registering how intense of a kiss that was. How strong it felt when it should have felt like nothing. 
“Thank you darling” Jonathan smiled as he leaned back into his seat, but his hand danced over yours and you allowed him to. 
“We need to find you a hooker to get you laid” you laughed, playfully smacking his hand. 
If your studies didn’t teach you much of manipulation, Jonathan sure did. He was a puppeteer, you’d never want him to attach strings to you. Considering how afraid you were of getting his claws on you, you seemed to forget the leash you had on Jonathan. He’d do anything for you, you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never taken advantage of that. But at the end of the day, your relationship with Jonathan was simple and fundamental. To his dismay, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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There was this unwritten debt between Jonathan and yourself. He gave you favor after favor without hesitation over the years accompanied by a toothy grin. Jonathan continued to mentor you in your last year of university despite having a demanding full time profession. Landed you an interview at Arkham Asylum when you were in desperate need of a job. It was only temporary to be in the forensic psychiatric department, working with the criminally insane just wasn’t your ideal workplace unlike Jonathan’s. You were much more interested in neuropsychiatry. He gave you an excellent reference for your current job. Realistically, you shouldn’t have gotten the job with a salary that good, but he made it work. Jonathan has been your rock for years, you egocentrically seemed to forget how much you really did depend on him. 
It made you feel like a horrible person, but he was already clingy enough with you, not that you seemed to complain, you enjoyed the company. You’d talk most days despite your busy schedules. The pair of you would spend the majority of your free days together by exploring museums, watching theater performances or going out for a lovely meal. The blind eye would assume the pair of you were a couple, sometimes you even wondered if you were. 
Jonathan hated it when you hung out with others, especially if you didn’t tell him prior. A foul word never slipped his mouth, but you could hear it all in his tone, if not see it in his stern expression. Sometimes you’d tell him of your dates just to get him to back off every once in a while. Doctor Jonathan Crane was a jealous man around you, because he couldn’t have you the way he wanted to. A part of you grew to find it stimulating over the course, because he had no control in the situation. 
Yet your love life was hopeless. The vitality of your sex life purely depended on one night stands after a drunken night out. Whenever you were asked on a date, he’d ghost you before the second date. So you gave up on dating for a long time, focusing on your work instead. At the end of some nights with an empty bottle of wine, you’d think of Jonathan, the potential there was with him. But you would always feel your stomach turn, or throat tighten at the thought of being completely his. 
But then, you unexpectedly fell for your new coworker Anthony Gray. Anthony was a total catch, confident, charming, respected, physically built and loving. There was this instant spark that neither of you wanted to deny, eager to pounce on the sensation. Within the workplace you found yourself sneaking around with him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him inside of you. The workplace had a conflict of interest policy, let alone a no fucking on the job policy. The two of you kept your affair hidden, there were eyes everywhere in Gotham and you’d be stupid to get fired over having dinner in the wrong place. If it wasn’t in the building, you’d be at one or another’s house. It was a thrilling sensation to keep your relationship a secret from everyone in Gotham, including Jonathan, but the pair of you were figuring out how to make it work publicly. 
Telling Jonathan of your little love affair was the least of your priorities even though the relationship was growing more stable by the day. Even though you never gave him any hints of mutual affection, he seemed to be eternally entranced by you. Patiently waiting for the opportunity to have you, claim you, own you.
Unknowingly, well slightly knowingly, you distanced yourself from Jonathan. Only by missing a few phone calls from him and sounding distracted over the phone when you did answer. Typically, Jonathan picked up on this unusual behavior within a snap. Suddenly showing up on your doorstep one day as if to catch you out, with a loaf of bread in his hands. 
“Oh, Johnny! What brings you here?” You chuckled, looking him up and down. 
“It had been a while, so I thought I’d surprise you. Grabbed it from that market place we use to go to every weekend” he answered, heavily emphasizing on the words ‘use to’. 
After an awkward moment of silence, you took a step back and gestured to him to come inside, he took your offer instantly. 
“So, what have you been up to?” Jonathan asked, his tone making it sound like a demanding question. 
“Just working really, going out a few times” you replied, hoping the lie will lead him down the wrong path as you pulled out the bread knife from the block. Jonathan hummed as he dropped the bread onto the cutting board, almost in a forceful manner. You turned back to him, frowning as you tried to read his emotion. 
You’d think with your doctorate in psychiatry you’d be able to completely read him right now, but in moments like this, he was a wolf hidden amongst the trees.
“Everything okay Johnny?” You murmured. 
There was a low groan that left his lips, his eyes twitching slightly as he debated to say what he really wanted to say. “Just backed up with a lot of paperwork” Jonathan eventually answered, spinning on his heel to pull the butter out from the fridge.  
You weren’t ready to shatter his heart into millions of pieces, not yet. Especially in such an isolated setting, it made you feel anxious to the core. Just a few more weeks, of peace, of zen with Anthony. Then you’d break the news to Jonathan, perhaps your friendship too, and most certainly his heart. 
You brought Anthony over to your house the next day, unaware of a lingering figure across the street who’s knuckles turned white and teeth gritted together. 
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After a few slow knocks, you lowered your head as you waited patiently for the door to open. You look down at your dress again, you had changed your clothes multiple times. Everything you put on made you feel ugly and insecure. The door swung open, Jonathan gave you a sympathetic look as he gestured you to come inside. His hands briefly rested on your shoulder as he took off your coat, revealing your simple yet elegant black dress. Leading you to the living room, you sat on the space gray couch, eyes looking over the small cheese board. 
Jonathan wandered off to the kitchen, his back turned to you as he picked up two wine glasses and a fine bottle of shiraz. The sound of the dark red substance gracefully falling into the glass filled your ears as you played with the rim of your dress. 
“So, how are you feeling?” Jonathan asked softly, standing tall as he held out your glass. 
“Like shit” you mumbled, accepting the glass without hesitation and downing half of it within one big chug. Jonathan snorted lightly as he sat down next to you. 
“Darling, darling, darling” he sighed, his lips resting on the rim of the glass. You rolled your eyes at his lecture like tone and expression. Feeling like he was going to scold you like a child. “You should have had me meet him first, for a third party perspective and opinion” Jonathan continued on after he took a sip. 
“Didn’t realize this was mediation Jonathan” you gritted your teeth. 
When Anthony didn’t show up to work one day, you found it extremely odd. Presuming that he would have contacted you if he wasn’t going to be showing up. You had messaged him a couple of times during the day but they were all left on delivered. It wasn’t until you got home from a tiring day's work that you saw the letter in your mailbox. By the time you got to his house, everything looked to have been moved out through the open blinds. 
“I’m sorry darling, I am” Jonathan swore. 
It was an opposing response from Jonathan. Yes, he was sorry with how negative you were feeling, but he couldn’t help but to feel happy at the outcome of your relationship. His fingertips brushed over your bare knee as you finished the glass, motioning the empty glass towards Jonathan for a refill. 
He chuckled lightly and took the glass from you. The taste of grapes lingered on your tongue as you waited for his return. The glass was almost filled to the rim. Jonathan wasn’t much of a drinker, he always claimed how alcohol could kill his intellectual potential. But on nights like these, he made an exception for you. 
When you were three drinks in, your thoughts and emotions came to light, just as Jonathan predicted. “I just-” you slurred, fingers trailing over the rim of the glass. Your eyes watered at the thought of Anthony and how he left you without proper closure. You blinked hard, the wine hitting you much harder than predicted, perhaps that’s what happens when you’ve hardly eaten all week. “Don’t understand” you eventually finished your sentence in a mumble as Jonathan returned with your fourth glass of wine. “He told me he was fixing things with his ex, moving across the country to be with her. I didn't even know about her…” You sighed loudly, feeling your eyes prickle and swell up. 
“He’s a moron who cannot appreciate beauty, what else do I need to say darling?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you, swirling the remaining drops of wine in his glass. 
You felt dizzy, your thoughts were slightly disoriented as you hummed longly in return. There was a gentle sway in your body, as your tongue poked into the wine. Jonathan finished his wine and placed it on the coffee table with a clink. 
Leaning closer to you, your heartbeat picked up and you could feel jittery over your skin. Were his eyes always that captivating blue? Your stomach turned, in a good way, a way you’ve forgotten about for so long.
“You deserve to be treated so much better” Jonathan confessed through a sigh, his arm snaking behind your back to pull you closer to him. 
Of the few times you’ve drunken with Jonathan, he has never been this touchy. Yet, you couldn’t help but to feel a new sensation of this. 
“I know, I’ll get over it eventually” you responded, avoiding eye contact with him. Yet you couldn’t help but to enjoy the warmth and security of his arm around your body. 
“Do you know how a man should treat you?” Jonathan murmured, a small sly grin on his lips. 
“How?” You frowned towards him in a growing blurry vision, unknowingly leaning closer to him. 
“Worshiped every day, body, mind and soul” he answered calmly, his eyes slowly examining your body. 
“You don’t mean that” you lightly scoffed, bringing the drink back to your lips to distract yourself, as if that will do any help. 
When you put the glass down on the coffee table, Jonathan took your chin in his hand. Staring at one another, you waited for him to make a move, but he just admired you, his lips ajar open as his thumb rolled circles over your soft skin. 
“I do” Jonathan vowed. Your head felt unfocused, your body felt like it was floating. This was like you were in a dream. “I can treat you so much better. I will treat you so much better” Jonathan corrected himself, now gripping onto your inner thigh instead of your chin. “Just give me a chance to show you how you deserve to be loved” Jonathan pleaded, pressing his forehead against yours. “Please” he begged softly, waiting for you to open the door for him. Your face turned away at his words, at his pleading. 
On any other night, you probably would have ran for the hills. But tonight, you desperately wanted to get Anthony out of your mind. It felt contradicting with how right and wrong it felt. But it didn’t phase you what would happen tomorrow, you wanted Jonathan right now. 
There was no response from you, Jonathan took that as his que to guide your face to directly look at him so he could kiss you. It surprised you with how soft his lips were, the way he hummed softly as he gently pushed his tongue into your warm mouth. After a quick stiff moment, your stance relaxed and you leaned closer to him. Your arms naturally wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Jonathan groaned into your mouth, his hand pulled your hips over to straddle his lap. 
It felt so wrong, but he was so skillful with that tongue of his. Your logic was imprisoned by your sensations right now. Soft hands running up and down your heated skin, you couldn’t resist but to moan back into his mouth. Your cunt was aching for him so you non controllingly began rocking over his already formed boner. He nibbled at your neck, causing you to giggle as you grind over him in an unsteady motion. 
You lifted your hips up slightly as your hand brushed down his torso, Jonathan’s head fell back as he watched you, his mouth open. There was a slow moan from him as your hand cupped his crotch, Jonathan grinned widely, his own hands slipping down to unbutton his trousers. Quickly, your hand slipped underneath his underwear and you were stroking his firm size slowly. 
“Let me take you to the bedroom” Jonathan pleaded and you hummed in a daze like state. 
Jonathan picked you up and impatiently carried you to his bedroom. Giggling like a child over his shoulder, Jonathan laid you onto his bed, your flats falling off in the process. He straddled you down just as quick. The lamp was already on so you took a good look at his expression. 
An animal. That’s what you saw initially despite your heavily drunken state. A predator who was ready to attack his prey and you were helpless right now, the back of your mind was hoping that you’d just sink into the bed to get away from him. 
He wasn’t as gentle as you’d hope him to be as his soft hands groped your body. “What are you doing?” You murmured, as he slid down your body, his knees landing on the floor. 
There was no response from him except a groan. He pulled your hips forward and scrunched your dress up. It felt like fireworks exploding up your skin, the way his fingers trailed over you. Jonathan pulled your thong off of your legs, kissing your inner calf afterwards. 
“Wait…” you objected, common sense trying to snap you out of this trance, but he ignored you. 
“Waited so long for this, so, so long” Jonathan moaned, crawling up your lower body until his breath reached your bare cunt. 
Kissing your inner thigh, Jonathan looked at you, just wanting to take your nervous expression in for a moment. He placed your legs over his shoulders as his tongue slithered over your core. Your abdomen tensed and legs tightened around his head. His tongue zigzagged over sensitive skin, causing a rather loud yelp of pleasure. It was humiliating with how fucking good he could use that tongue of his. 
Your growing orgasm built on your tummy as his tongue slipped inside your sweet hole. Your fingers gripped into his hair to pull his head away, it was just all so much, you felt like you were blacking out. But Jonathan’s head was stuck in your cunt like it was glued. He was lapping you up as if he was starving, his left thumb found its way to your clit and rubbed desperately to make you release. 
“Jonathan” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut. 
Jonathan only moaned in response, his mouth full of your sweet substance. You tried to hold it off, but failed miserably, coming all over Jonathan’s face without warning, your hips rocking in rhythm with your orgasm. However, Jonathan greedily ate you all up, quickly climbing on top of your body. He swiftly pulled your dress off over your head and his hands trailed over your breasts. A small laugh left his lips as he ripped off your nipple covers, his crotch pressed into your abdominal.  
Jonathan smiled wickedly to you and even though you were still in your post orgasmic daze, you could see the craze in his eyes. But you were too intoxicated and horny to scrutinize him. Your arms reached out to pull him closer to you. With his smaller size, you didn’t expect his back to feel so firm. Kissing each other hungary, Jonathan’s hands quickly tried to undo his trousers. 
His hips flexed back as he pulled out his size. Your lips separated as he stroked himself a few times, looking down to your entrance. Even though your vision was blurry, you could see how big he was crystal clear. You gulped heavily as Jonathan hovered back over you with his tip pressed against your entrance. Jonathan gave you a soft kiss on the lips as he began to thrust in.
“Oh! you feel like heaven. I have found paradise…” Jonathan declared through moans. He was most definitely the largest you’ve ever had. It was hurting more than pleasuring, but you were so wet. “Your cunt wraps perfectly around my cock darling” he praised, his hand brushing over your flustered jaw. 
“It’s hurting” you whimpered, your body stiff underneath his. Jonathan blinked a couple of times but didn’t respond. 
“You’re mine, all mine. Always have been, always will be” Jonathan grunted as he fully pushed himself inside of you. Your walls squeezed around his cock as you grumbled in agony. “You’ve finally come to realize” he exhaled, his hand brushing the side of your face as the pleasure slowly overthrew the pain. 
His words seemed to have sobered you up. This is exactly what you were afraid of, this turning into ownership. Jonathan could see the glimpse of horror in your eyes, he smiled widely as he gradually picked up his speed as your canal adjusted to his size. 
You wanted to throw him off of you. But your mind was so engaged in your physical sensations and drowsiness of the alcohol that you could only lay back and guiltily enjoy yourself, expressing how satisfied you were by your moans. 
“Jerked off to the thought of you every single fucking night” Jonathan grumbled out, his nails digging into your flesh. “Such fucking torture” he spat. 
Jonathan pushed your thighs apart as his cock traveled in deeper, groaning like crazy as his balls were slapping against your skin. His grip on your upper thighs will probably bruise by the morning. The mixture of both of your moans was heaven to his ears. You’ve never seen Jonathan smile so much, he couldn’t wipe it if he wanted to. 
He also seemed to refuse to break eye contact with you, as if he was studying you or was afraid you’d run away if out of sight. His nostrils were flared and jaw clenched as he continued his pleasure-filled attack. You were pulsing around his size, his breathing seemed to stagger, pace losing its rhythm. 
“Come on darling, one more time… I know you can be a good girl, come so I can” Jonathan moaned. 
You can’t tell if it was a beg or a demand. His words were so gentle, but that look in his eyes was as if hell would break loose if you failed to comply. Regardless, you did as he asked, clenching as tight as you could around him as you cried out, your back aching as you swore you could see stars. Jonathan quickly followed, falling completely on top of you as his arms quickly snaked around you. 
He kissed you passionately as he pumped his seed deep inside of you. When his lips pulled away from yours, he was moaning your name over and over. A wave of exhaustion crashed over you. Your eyes felt so drowsy, all of your energy completely drained dry. Jonathan caressed your cheek as your sight was quickly consumed by darkness. 
What have you done?
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i don’t deserve you
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Luke Hughes x Reader
authors note: i wrote this super quick and also on my phone so idk the word count or if this even makes sense because it is unedited lmaooo but I hope you enjoy it!
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You had just hopped out of the shower and were putting on uour leggings and one of lukes hoodies to wear for the day.
You hadnt really been wearing anything besides for lukes hoodies when you have a day at home since you two started dating so honestly it was nothing new.
Going back to your room after cleaning up the rest of your stuff in the bathroom, you remembered you forgot to text Luke back last night. he always gets on you about that but you always forget how worried he gets when you don’t reply to his calls or texts.
And when you head to look at your phone that’s plugged into the charger on your bedside table, you see many missed notifications from your worried boyfriend.
(4 missed called from: Lukey @ 10:37am)
Lukey: hey you said you’d call me at 10?
Lukey: call me back pls
it was now nearing 12:00pm and you knew he would be more than a little bit pissed off that you weren’t answering him.
and you felt terrible about forgetting so you unplug your phone and called him back right away, sat on your bed with a towel around yojr hair as the phone rings in suspense.
“baby? ...let me guess? you forgot to check your phone again?..” he quickly says as you are getting more comfortable on the bed, relieved he had answered your call.
You just hum in response as he pours out his concern to you, knowing that all he’s saying is true.
“i’m so so sorry. i completely forgot. i know you’re looking out for me but i fell asleep without texting and i literally just got out of the shower.” You say and hear him sigh at your words.
“Luke i promise i’ll try to keep my phone close by cuz i know you worry...but i’m fine i promise” you say apologetically .
“i didn’t get murdered or anything..” you add jokingly but quickly follow up with an “i’m kidding...” before luke gets a chance to be a smart ass and tell you not to joke about that.
You laugh a little hearing him sigh with an unamused tone in his voice.
“anyway, how are you?” You ask trying to move on from the subject knowing he is already annoyed about you not answering his calls.
“i really miss you...” he sighs out and you hear the little bit of sadness in his voice and instantly feel exactly how he’s feeling.
“i miss you more bubs...trust me time will fly by way faster than you know it…we’ll see each other soon..i promise.” You reassure him, not trying to sound too cheesy but also trying to lift his spirits somewhat.
it’s been over 2 months since you’ve seen each other last. School has picked up and made it impossible to be able to visit him in jersey, even just for a weekend.
You were starting to forget a time where it actually was easy to see each other.
And you were getting so used to late night phone calls to one another, and luke sending you random long ass text messages about how much he misses you at random hours of the night. and you being so fed up with everything that you cave and just call him even when you know he’s busy or at practice, because you miss hearing his voice so much.
“it’s just been so long since i’ve seen your face. ugh i hate this shit so much. i’m just... so fucking over it.” Luke continues pouring out and his words are laced with a bit of anger, causing his voice to have a scratchy and dark quality.
he’s clearly getting more and more frustrated about the current situation the longer it goes on and you know he’s getting irritated with only being able to talk on the phone and over facetime. we both are.
“Luke i understand... i miss you and i love you so much. And look, i know you’re upset but there’s really not much we can do about it right now is there?” You say before luke interrupts you with a loud sigh.
“hey what can i do though? huh? ...how can i help you feel better?” You ask with as much reassurance in your voice as possible, trying hard to keep your voice high and uplifting even though youre feeling just as down and unhappy as he is right now.
he doesn’t answer and you are sat in silence for too long to still be expecting him to answer your question.
“what’s on your mind? Will u just talk to me?” You ask innocently.
“ugh. fuck! i don’t know! nothing i guess.” Luke sighs out, raising his voice and catching you off guard.
“i’m just trying to help … can you calm down a little..” you say quietly because you know he was probably wound up about a lot of stuff on his mind and you can tell that he is putting his anger in the wrong places.
“you don’t need to tell me to calm down...there’s nothing you can do ok? it’s fucking awful. i hate this...fuck..” he spits out at me. “can we just talk about something else?” he asks with his voice still raised.
“look, im not trying to force you to talk to me if you don’t want to but you called me and clearly something is on your mind..whether it’s the fact that we can’t be together right now or something else but you can’t just get angry with me for no reason.” You say sternly and hear him about to say something more but you interrupt him “just please lower your voice...” you add.
“i’m not getting angry. i’m just really fucking annoyed and you’re not helping” he says exasperatedly and you are taken by surprise with his words and a little pissed off that he’s taking out whatever he is angry about at you.
You stay silent on the other end of the phone as his words instantly put tears into yohr eyes and you don’t say anything because he is being so unnecessarily rude to you.
“i’m sorry, i’m just having a really fucking bad day...” he adds and you hold your breath trying to not make your shaky breathing noticeable as he keep talking.
You begin to feel the tears slowly start to stream down your face but you quickly blink them away knowing he’s only mad about the situation and not worth yours tears. but his words made you feel so so hurt.
there’s silence between the both of you for a few seconds as you try to get yourself together and acknowledge that he hurt you.
“Ok. Im not gonna sit here and listen to you complain about something that i literally cannot fix or change right now. i’m sorry you’re feeling upset and angry with what’s going on but you can’t just call me and take all your fucking anger out on me. it’s just not fair. i really miss you too ok? ...i’m sorry we can’t be together right now but i can’t do anything to help if you’re not going to tell me what’s actually wrong...just...call me back when you calm down a little” you say trying your hardest to not raise your voice and lash out exactly like he just did to you.
he’s quiet on the other side of the phone and you hear him about to reply as you hang up the phone before he has the chance to respond, knowing you are probably not going to like or want to hear what he has to say to you at this moment anyway.
this isn’t the first conversation that’s went like this recently. this past week luke has been getting more and more pissed off and angry rather than just upset about you not being able to see each other right now and it’s not doing you any good.
Youve been trying your hardest to just hear him out and be there for him but today’s conversation was different, usually you share a mutual sadness about not being able to see each other and talk about all the things you miss and then it cheers you both up hearing all the fun things you can do together once exams and the hockey season ends.
but today luke wouldn’t even tell you what was bothering him without getting mad and it didn’t help that he was putting his anger towards you.
Feeling really frustrated about that conversation, you plug your phone back into the charger and start to feel a slight sinking in your stomach.
You hated the fact that you just hung up on him and didn’t resolve your discussion. And you knkw it was his fault for getting angry at you but can’t help but feel a little guilty for just hanging up the phone without saying goodbye.
to get your mind off of it for a while you start tidying up your room and play some music to drown out the silence.
Now it’s almost nearing 2pm and luke hasn’t called back or even texted and it’s been almost an hour.
You begin to get more and more pissed off that he hasn’t said anything and consider just sending him a text but you remember the things he said to you . so you ignore the feeling and continue waiting for him to call you back.
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After deciding to lay down and read a book to distract yourself, you accidentally fell asleep for a few hours. Waking up to see that it’s around 6pm...you definitely slept longer than you should have.
Surprisingly, you see that luke tried calling back and left a few texts as well.
Lukey: hi
Lukey: i’m really sorry about earlier
Lukey: can you call me back please? i need to apologize...i didn’t mean to get upset at you. i know none of this is your fault
Lukey: please call me back
You decide not to answer him right away and start making yourself some mac and cheese and sitting at the dining room table waiting as you wait for the water to boil.
You were beginning to get so impatient. Impatient with everything, but especially with luke. You wanted him to call you again. Do something, say something. Try harder.
Your thoughts were spiraling and you knew calling him back was really the only way to stop them.
After finishing making and eating your dinner you sit down at the couch to finally call luke back. at this point your stupid argument definitely didn’t feel worth all this and you felt a little guilty for ignoring him all day long.
You ultimately decide to facetime him so you can see his face and he answers you on the second ring.
immediately you see him laying down in his bed wearing no shirt and his wet hair hanging down his face on one side and his face slightly smushed against his pillow.
he smiles at you knowingly and waits for you to say something so that he knows if i’m still angry at him or not.
“why are you staring at me?” You blush a little, ignoring your anger for a moment. he just smiles back at you with his pretty little face and completely ignores the question.
Luke sees you awkward laugh a little feeling a bit insecure with the way he’s staring at you, but he continues. and he laughs lightly as he sits up and turns the light on so that you can see him better.
“i’m really really sorry baby...” he starts “i’m sorry for getting upset at you. I shouldn’t have done that. i was just so fed up and tired of not being able to see you and i let my feelings get the best of me, i also was just having a really shitty day. Practice fucking sucked today and you already know how shitty our game has been lately.” He says with honest sincerity and regret in his voice.
“i took my anger out at you which i should not have done...and im really not trying to make any excuses because I know i hurt you. And i promise i won’t get mad at you about this ever again, especially since you did absolutely nothing wrong...” he spills out apologetically.
You say nothing at first and just wait for him to continue his apology. making it clear to him that he was completely out of hand and you are not gonna put up with his bitchy attitude. And he continues,
“... to be honest i’ve been feeling like you don’t miss me as much as i miss you which sounds stupid but i just got so angry because i didn’t understand. When you forget to call or text i just…i take it hard..” he says trailing off at the end.
“what? luke i’ve been trying so hard to keep it together for you because i know how upset this makes you. trust me when i tell you i miss you more than anything...i suck at remembering things like texting goodnight and stuff because I’ve just been so exhausted with work and school. You’re on my mind all the time and i promise you that i will try harder to not forget those things.” you quickly reply, making sure he understands just how much you mean it.
“i love you so much.” You add and smile at him as uou see his small smile on your phone screen.
“i love you too baby. i’m so sorry for getting mad..” he says quietly and puts his head down a little.
“it’s ok...i understand your frustration.” You add with a little laugh letting him know you’re over it.
“i saw your instagram story..” you change the subject and he smiles at you with his face getting a bit red.
“You posted us?” You say knowingly as he smirks at you and runs his hands through his hair.
Luke had posted a slightly blurry photo of the two of you on the boat last summer saying he misses both the summer and you. It made you melt to see him gush about you, especially because he was typically such a private person.
“You are so cute..” you say honestly. and youstart to laugh a little remembering that night on the boat together and how it was the night luke asked you to be his girlfriend.
Luke wasnt always the most romantic person but he put so much thought into that night, his words, every little thing he planned he put so much care into and it was such a beautiful moment.
You would never forget it.
“im glad you saw it. i wanted to show you how much you mean to me..and how sorry i was.” he chuckles and it makes you softly laugh, knowing the world would have no idea that post was technically an apology to you.
“will you stay on FaceTime with me tonight? i miss falling asleep with you…” you ask politely and luke nods his head and smiles at you.
“of course...” he replies.
“i’m glad you’re not mad at me anymore baby” He says quietly.
“I could never stay mad at you..” you say knowing how true of a statement it honestly was.
“...and I don’t deserve you” luke says almost in a whisper, seemingly more to himself as opposed to you
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byersbootyshorts · 1 year
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hi! can you please write a fic about clingy bf spencer reid? i would love it! thank you!!
Just a Phone Call Away (S.R.)
Spencer's knee injury means he's stuck at Quantico while the rest of the team go off to hunt an unsub. And he does not cope well with being away from you for long.
Word Count: 1,986
Warnings: clingy!s5!Spencer, gn!reader, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, gun shot
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this was such a good request omg
“Reid, I’m sorry but you’re staying here,” Hotch ordered. Spencer’s face contorted into an annoyed expression.
“Hotch, come on. I’m fine,” he argued. “The doctor said if my knee didn’t hurt I could still fly.”
“I don’t care what your doctor said,” Hotch said sternly. “You are not getting on our jet with your knee in a brace. You’ll stay here and help Garcia. That’s an order.”
Spencer slumped in his chair, defeated.
“Spencer, I’ll be fine,” you urged him. You were about to get on the jet and leave Spencer in Virginia. Since the two of you had started dating you’d never been apart for long. Being on the same team made that possible. But now that Spencer was being forced to stay behind while you left to hunt an unsub, he realised just how much he dreaded being away from you.
“Yeah, but what if you get hurt?” he asked.
“We’ve been in the field together more times than I can count. Why the sudden concern for my safety?” you replied.
“Because I won’t be there this time. If you get hurt there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Spence, I’m not a child. I can handle myself,” you smiled and pulled him into your embrace.
“I’ll miss you,” Spencer mumbled into your shoulder.
“You’re so soppy,” you teased him. “But I’ll miss you too. And remember, I’ll just be a phone call away.”
Spencer watched miserably as the jet took off and flew you far away from him. He didn’t realise how much of a co-dependent person he was until he met you. The thought of you potentially being in a life threatening situation while he sat uselessly with his knee in a brace made him feel physically sick.
The wheels of the jet had barely left the runway when your phone chimed. You picked it up and chuckled when you saw the message.
I love you. Please be safe. ❤️
You quickly typed a reply.
Only if you promise to rest your knee. I love you too <3
Emily noticed you smiling down at your phone and asked, “Is that Spencer?”
“Yeah,” you responded. “We’ve only been apart for 30 minutes and he’s already worried about me.”
“He’s clingy, huh?” Emily said.
“Incredibly.”
The flight wasn’t long and soon you, JJ and Rossi were settled in a cramped conference room in the local police department. As usual, Hotch had called Garcia on the plane to give the briefing. This time Spencer sat beside her on the small laptop screen. Hotch had told you all what to do when you landed and instructed Spencer to work on victimology back at Quantico.
When you saw his name pop up on your phone you assumed he’d found some connections between the victims. You put your phone on speaker so your teammates could hear before answering.
“Hey, you got something?”
There was a pause before Spencer spoke.
“Uh, no, not yet. I was just calling to make sure you landed safely.”
“It was a very smooth landing, Reid. No complaints,” Rossi said and JJ laughed. Your face blushed red and you grabbed your phone to turn it off speaker.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was on speaker,” Spencer’s voice crackled over the line.
“It’s ok. It’s just me now,” you said, walking out of the conference room. “Did you really just call to see if I got here ok.”
“Of course I did,” Spencer said as if it was obvious. “What if the jet crashed? I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. Spencer was one of the most rational people you knew. But when it came to you he was so illogical it was laughable.
“Well, Spence, I’m fine,” you told him. “Listen, I have to go. Call me if you find anything.”
Spencer said goodbye and you hung up.
Hotch had sent you and Rossi to interview one of the victims families later that day. You were in the middle of listening to the mother of the victim talk about her son when your phone started ringing. When you saw that it was Spencer you excused yourself and stepped out into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” you said quickly, not wanting to miss much of the interview.
“Hey, can you talk?” Spencer asked plainly.
“Uh, not really,” you said confused. He knew you were working. Why would he think you could talk? “Why? Do you need something?”
“No, I just wanted to hear your voice,” he said softly. “But it’s ok if you’re doing something.”
“Sorry, Spence, we’re interviewing a victim’s family,” you apologised. “But I’ll call you later. I promise.”
“Ok, I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye,” you said before hanging up and going back to the interview.
You got to the hotel the team were staying at pretty late that night. You had just showered and were about to call Spencer as you promised when your phone rang. Of course it was Spencer.
“Hey, I was just about to call you,” you said when you answered.
“Oh, good, you’re ok. It was getting late and I was starting to get worried,” Spencer quickly rambled.
“Oh my God, please stop worrying about me,” you said a little sharply. “I just lost track of time at the police department. You don’t have to call me every two seconds.”
“I’m sorry,” Spencer said with a small voice. “I can’t help it.”
You sighed to calm yourself down. It was cute that he cared so much about you. But the constant calls were starting to wear you down a little.
“I know. And I’m sorry too. I should be more appreciative that you worry about me.”
You were both silent for a moment. You regretted snapping at Spencer. You knew how clingy he was after all. A few seconds passed before Spencer broke the silence.
“Can we switch to facetime?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.
“Sure, but why?”
“I want to see you,” he explained.
You hastily switched the call to facetime and his face appeared on your screen. It was dark aside from the dim glow of the lamp beside his bed. His hair was pulled back and still slightly damp.
“You happy now?” you said, smiling at him.
“Very,” he replied.
Your mouth opened into a wide yawn and Spencer’s face dropped.
“You’re tired,” he observed. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, it’s ok. It’s just been a long day,” you replied. But as you spoke you yawned again. “Ok, maybe I am tired,” you admitted.
“Can we stay on facetime when we fall asleep?” Spencer asked shyly. You let out a short giggle at his suggestion.
“You really can’t live without me, can you?” you asked with a smirk.
“Nope,” Spencer said. “And I’m not ashamed of it.”
You set your phone on the pillow beside you and drifted off to sleep. Spencer stared at you long after you’d lost consciousness, just listening to your breathing and imagining you were really there beside him.
The next day Spencer didn’t stop incessantly calling you. He called you in the morning. He called you when you were delivering the profile. He called you when you were driving to a suspect’s house. You tried your best to see the good in it but if he unnecessarily called you one more time you were afraid you were going to lose it.
You and Emily had just arrived at a suspect’s house. This man had been spotted near two of the crime scenes just minutes before the murders. You were betting he was your unsub. You knocked on his door but no one answered. That’s when Emily noticed a shed around the back of the house. You followed her towards it but stopped abruptly when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You swore under your breath when you saw Spencer’s name on the screen. You told Emily you’d only be a minute and answered your phone.
“Spencer, I love you but please for the love of God do not call me for the next few hours,” you snapped.
“Actually, I was calling to tell you you’re definitely at the unsub’s house. His prints match the ones found at the crime scene,” Spencer said bluntly. You could hear the offence in his voice.
“Oh,” you said, cursing yourself for letting your anger get the better of you. “Well, thanks. Sor-,”
You were interrupted by a gun shot that made you jump out of your skin. You quickly blurted out, “Spence, I have to go,” before hanging up.
It turned out the gun shot came from Emily’s gun. The unsub had snuck up on you while you were on the phone and was about to shoot you before Emily pulled her gun on him. Now, you were on your way back home. The case was closed. You’d tried calling Spencer multiple times before getting on the plane but he wasn’t picking up. You figured he was angry at you for losing your temper.
When you finally touched down at Quantico the first thing you did was go looking for Spencer. You didn’t find him at his desk so you headed towards Garcia’s office.
“Hey, have you seen Spencer?” you asked when you entered. “I’ve been calling him but he hasn’t been picking up.”
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” she said, surprised.
“Hear, what?”
“Well, when Spencer heard that gun shot over the phone he didn’t know if you were ok,” Garcia began. “He started panicking and the idiot got up without his crutches and fell over.”
Your jaw dropped. “Is he ok?” you questioned.
“I took him to the hospital and the doctor said he should be on bed rest for the next few weeks, but he’s fine,” Garcia explained. “He probably hasn’t called you because he’s sleeping.”
“Ok, thanks Penelope,” you said, relieved to know Spencer was ok.
You got to Spencer’s apartment as fast as you could and used the key he gave you to let yourself in. You headed straight towards his bedroom and opened the door just a crack. When you peeked inside you saw Spencer lying sprawled out on top of the covers, his knee covered in a new bandage and brace. The steady rise and fall of his chest told you that he was in fact sleeping as Garcia had said.
You quietly made your way to the bed and sat down beside him. Leaning down, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispered his name.
He sniffed and stirred from his slumber. When he registered who was sitting next to him his eyes immediately lit up.
“You’re back,” he croaked, sleep still evident in his voice. “Are you ok? I heard a gun shot.”
“I’m fine,” you told him. “Never better.”
Spencer grabbed your hand so tightly he cut off your blood flow.
“I was right when I said you can’t live without me,” you laughed.
“Being away from you almost killed me,” he replied.
“Well, you got that right. You got put on bed rest.”
Spencer suddenly buried his head in your chest. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into your shirt.
“I missed you too, baby,” you said, kissing his forehead once more.
Spencer’s arms wrapped so tightly around you, you could barely move. He practically glued himself to you. You had planned on taking a shower and changing out of your work clothes but he had you in such a chokehold that all you could do was lie down beside him as he wrapped himself around you even more. He breathed in your scent and immediately started to melt into you, as though all the tension in his body vanished in your presence.
“Please, don’t ever leave me again,” he said.
“I won’t. I promise,” you whispered, stroking his hair as he fell asleep, happy to be in your arms again.
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Ken closed the shop a little earlier than usual following his confrontation with Mikey. 
It wasn’t that he was too hurt to continue working, not at all. He’d been in much worse fights in his youth, and sustained much more serious injuries. 
Ken figured he’d need to message you and do some damage control. After all, he had promised that he would control himself when Mikey came over.
Locking the entrance door and flicking the brightly blinking “open” sign off, Ken shut off the lights in the showroom, did one last check to ensure everything was secure and began making his way upstairs, phone in hand. 
Me:
Hey __, I’m sorry, I really tried to rein in my temper but it got the best of me. Aside from the obvious, is everything ok?
Ken’s not expecting you to answer immediately, so he moves to pocket his device, surprised when he hears the chime indicating he’s received a message before he can do so. 
                                            __ 🐥:
Yeah, everything’s fine. Honestly, I should be the one asking you if you’re alright. Manjiro didn’t hit you too hard, did he?
Ken chuckles reading your message, having momentarily paused on his way up the steps to respond. 
Me:
No harder than he usually does when we get into spats. I’ll be fine. Is he still with you?
                                            __ 🐥:
I’ve retired upstairs for the evening. I can hear him shuffling about downstairs. I also heard his phone ringing, but it stopped pretty abruptly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left soon.
Me:
Tch, that asshole. Well, if he leaves and you need me, let me know. I’ve decided to close up shop a little early today.
                                             __ 🐥:
Thanks Ken. Tell Seishu I said hello, and make sure you get patched up. Call you tomorrow? 
Me:
Of course. Night, __. 
                                            __ 🐥:
                                         Night night.😚
Ken can’t help the small, fond smile that curls his lips upon reading your final message. Finishing his trek up the stairs, he calls out for Seishu, watching as the man ambles quietly out of his room.
“You call-...what happened to your face?”
Shaking his head, Ken waves away Seishu’s concern. 
“Mikey and I got into a little disagreement is all. You mind grabbing the first aid kit for me?”
Nodding, Seishu sets off to retrieve the kit he keeps under his bathroom sink. Once he has it, he approaches Ken, already making moves to treat and dress his split lip, bruised nose and swollen eye. 
“This looks like the result of more than just a “little disagreement” to me. You wanna share what it was about?”
Ken considers doing so for a moment, but ultimately decides against it. 
“I would, but it’s really not my place to share details unnecessarily. Let’s just say Mikey made a really shitty decision and I refused to cover for him.”
Seishu hums, lightly dabbing a cool, clean cloth against Ken’s lip. 
“Sounds serious. I won’t pry, but if at any point you do decide to share, I’m all ears.”
A little smile lifts the corners of Ken’s lips, somewhat exacerbating the laceration there and causing Seishu to quietly fuss. 
“Thanks, Seishu. Oh, and __ said hello. I talked to her a little earlier.”
Seishu’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of your name. 
“How’s __ been? It’s been so long since last we spoke.”
Ken prepares to speak, then grimaces at the memory of your current situation. 
“She-...she’s been better, but she’s strong. I know she’ll be alright.”
Seishu can sense the unease accompanying Ken’s words. He’s half a mind to press for details, but thinks better of it. 
“Well, you let her know that I’m here if she ever wants to talk. We should still have each other’s numbers.”
Ken nods. 
“Will do.”
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You’re tired. And not only because of your husband’s stupidity. 
Hanma was about as rough as you expected him to be, which is to say, quite. 
Not that you mind of course, quite the opposite. 
A pleasant sort of ache radiates through your upper and lower halves. You stretch, thighs and abdomen quivering slightly from the movement. 
Laying still for a moment, you listen for Manjiro’s movements. You honestly expected him to be gone, given that you’d heard his phone ringing. 
‘What is he doing?’
Your curiosity getting the better of you, you lift yourself up from the bed, quietly making the trek downstairs. Peeking around the corner, you see Manjiro maneuvering around the kitchen. He seems to be cooking, which strikes you as odd because he normally avoids tasks like that like the plague. 
‘Does he really think that this is going to make up for what he’s done?’
You roll your eyes, making your way further into the kitchen. 
“Manjiro.”
The man startles the most minute amount, turning to level you with a surprised stare over his right shoulder. 
“Oh, __. I uh…thought I’d make us dinner.”
You have half a mind to spoil the treat and say that you and Shuji had already eaten, but Manjiro appears to be almost finished, and you’d hate to let all that food go to waste. 
So, you decide you’ll entertain him for the time being. 
“Ok.”
With that, you take a seat at the dining table, not paying any mind to Manjiro’s gaze, which follows you before returning to its previous place. 
About 5 minutes later, Manjiro is setting a plate loaded with your favorites before you. You’re surprised to admit how good everything looks, and perhaps Manjiro can tell as well. 
“Thank you.” 
Manjiro shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. 
“My pleasure.” 
Taking his seat, you both say a quick “itadakimasu” before digging in. 
It’s mostly silent between the two of you, the only audible sound that of your utensils occasionally striking your plates.  You can see from the corner of your eye that Manjiro keeps throwing glances at you, and for a second, you deliriously worry that he’s done something to the food and is waiting for a reaction. 
“Is there something on my face?” Your words come out amused and slightly harsher than you intended, and Manjiro quickly averts his gaze. 
“No, I just…I was just lost in thought.”
“About what?”
It takes him a few seconds to respond. 
“Where we go from here.”
This gives you pause, and you slowly set your utensils down, leveling Manjiro with a critical stare. 
“I think the answer is fairly obvious, Manjiro.”  
His eyes widen, and you can see the most minute amount of fear begin flooding them. 
“W-what do you mean, __?”
“I want a divorce.”
You could swear the temperature takes a sharp nosedive following your words. Manjiro is frozen, mouth slightly agape. He flounders for a bit for words, before shakily smiling. 
“B-but __, I thought…we, I thought we were even. You slept with Hanma right? So now it’s even? Right?” 
You can’t help the loud guffaw that erupts out of you, causing you to double over.
“Even, Manjiro? Really? What are you, 5? I didn’t sleep with Hanma to get “even” with you. I did it to feel good. I wanted him to help me forget, even just for a brief while, about all the shit you put me through.”
Silent tears have begun streaming down Manjiro’s face, his chin wobbling as he listens. 
“No, no __ please. I don’t want a divorce, I-””
“I don’t care what you want!” You’ve never raised your voice at Manjiro before, but now you can’t help the overflow of emotions threatening to spill. 
“I have spent the better portion of my entire life thus far catering to you Manjiro. I have been nothing but selfless the entire time I’ve known you, always bending over backward to make sure you were accommodated. I’ve given you everything! My body, my heart, my very soul, I gave it all away to you the moment we first exchanged I love you’s.”
Your own tears have begun falling, and you furiously wipe them away. 
“But despite all that, you still found it in yourself to cheat on me. After all I’ve done for you, after how I loved you. I would’ve given you anything if only you’d asked.”
Manjiro has begun to sob, head tilted downward and shoulders shaking, fists clenched tightly on the table. 
“I’m sorry __, I-I’m so sorry. I love you, I swear I do, I just…I just couldn’t-”
You don’t care to hear what excuse Manjiro is going to try and give you. With a last scrub at your still wet cheeks, you abruptly stand, pushing back your chair and carrying your mostly emptied plate over to the sink to be washed at a later time. 
“Wait, __,where are you going?” There’s an edge of panic lacing Manjiro’s words, and he stands as well, partially full plate forgotten. 
“Upstairs. I’ll be spending the night at Ken’s.”
You try to brush past Manjiro, but find that he’s blocking your path. 
“What, so you can fuck him too?”
Your hand’s never moved so fast in your life. Manjiro’s head snaps to the side, an angry red print beginning to form on his cheek. 
“Don’t equate me to you, you piece of shit. I’m not some whore that doesn’t know how to keep their legs closed, unlike someone.” 
You quickly maneuver around the still man, rushing upstairs and pulling out your overnight bag. You speedily but meticulously pack everything you’ll need, even packing extra in case you decide to extend your stay. 
You can hear Manjiro ascending the stairs, stopping just outside of your bedroom. You can see him watching you out of your periphery, dark eyes made darker with some emotion that you can’t quite place. 
Ignoring him for the moment, you finish your preparations, making your way to the door and finding that Manjiro is blocking your path once again. You roll your eyes, exasperated. 
“Move, Manjiro.”
“No __, you are not leaving me.”
He finally makes eye contact with you, and his expression sends a chill down your spine. 
Manjiro’s eyes are empty, lacking any light or emotion. They stare through you, leaving you feeling uncomfortably exposed. 
You can see the slightest clench of his jaw, and his breathing, though quiet, is audible. 
“You’re crazy if you think I’m staying cooped up in this house with a monster like you. Now move. I won’t ask again.”
Prepared to strong arm your way past him, you soon find the wind knocked out of you and your picture of the world flipped as Manjiro tackles you back onto your bed. 
“L-let me go! Manjiro!”
“I said, you are not leaving me!”
Manjiro appears deranged- eyes wide, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. The two of you wrestle, but Manjiro is, of course, leagues stronger than you are. 
“You belong to me __. You’re mine. Not Hanma’s, not Kenny’s, not Izana’s, you belong solely to ME.”
Leaning down, Manjiro forcefully covers your lips with his own, trying and failing to snake his tongue into your mouth. 
Pulling back, he growls beneath his breath, before speaking once more. 
“You’re the crazy one for thinking I was ever going to let you go.”
Dipping back down, he tightens a hand around your throat, causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, engaging you in a sloppy, one-sided kiss. 
Fearing that things will escalate, you do the only thing you can think to in the moment. 
Biting down with all the force you’re able to muster, you feel more than hear Manjiro’s muffled scream. When he begins pulling away, you rear back, proceeding to headbutt him. 
Now, groaning and clutching his face, he’s retracted from you fully, and without taking another moment to consider it, you grab your bag and bolt out of the room and downstairs, quickly slipping on your shoes and ignoring Manjiro’s pained cries of your name. 
You rush out the door, quickly dialing Ken’s number as you begin heading in the direction of his shop.
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It’s 30 minutes later when you find yourself curled up on Ken’s couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket and trying not to think about what transpired earlier. 
Ken has retreated into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea for you both, and every so often he throws concerned glances your way. You haven’t yet told him what exactly had happened, but you sounded distraught over the phone. 
Finished with preparing your tea, Ken carefully carries both cups to the couch, silently offering you yours. You accept with a quiet “thank you” and allow the steam rising from the cup to soothe your nerves. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” Ken watches you from the corner of his eyes, his own cup sat on the coffee table. 
You shake your head. “Not right this moment. Maybe a little later.”
Ken nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You immediately snuggle into his embrace, head laying on his shoulder. 
“I slept with Hanma.”
You can feel him nod. 
“I figured.”
“I thought it would make me feel better, and it did, for a little while. But now I just feel…dirty. Like I’m no better than Manjiro. We’re still married after all.”
Ken listens quietly as you vent, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. 
“Normally, yes, two wrongs don’t make a right. But Mikey left you in a vulnerable place, __. It’s understandable that you reacted in the way that you did. And besides, he’s the one who betrayed you. I wouldn’t be so worried about returning the favor.”
A small smile curves your mouth. 
“Thanks Ken. You know, I really, truly appreciate you being here for me.”
The man grins, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 
“No problem __, it’s my pleasure.”
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padfootdaredmetoo · 11 months
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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on thomas shelby in which y/n is a girl in her early 20's who's his girlfriend. lately he's been super busy with work and they haven't spent much quality time together. during one of his dinners at arrow house she purposely acts flirty with some of the male guests just to make tommy jealous and get a reaction out of him. it works and after dinner he confronts her about it but she acts clueless. they have an "argument" during which he understands she actually did that on purpose. that soon turns into a heated makeout session cause they're both craving for each other and where he gets kinda "possessive" (in a good way).
thanks :)
Hey Love!
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it. The ending is a bit different, hope that's alright. I also may have thrown in more than kissing...
An extra super duper big thank you to @theshelbyslimited not only did Cass approve this outline and get me motivated to write it she also cooked up the best line in the story!
Warnings: smut, spanking, possessive dom, nothing super descriptive (compared to my other stuff), mentions of potential cheating, sad childhood vibes.
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You woke up and sighed heavily at the neat blankets on the other side of your bed. Well, your boyfriend's bed. You looked around the massive room and felt a dreadful feeling start to creep up the back of your neck again. The hangover you had was making the room spin slightly as blood pounded in your ears.  
You and Thomas had been going out for almost 7 months. You had nothing personal at his house as you rarely slept there. Most of the time was spent at your flat in London. You’d spent the night last night because everyone was too drunk to drive you home. 
You rolled over onto your side running your hands over the silky sheets, missing your bed back home. Remembering that the big charity gala was tonight you realized you would need to get home soon in order to be ready in time. 
You moved to the bathroom and then pulled on last night's dress. 
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Your head was pounding as you moved down the stairs. Walking down the hall you heard a sound that made your stomach drop. 
A very feminine giggle escaped from Thomas’s office. You knew you should barge in there, all of Esme’s warnings flashed before you. A feeling that had been stuck inside you since childhood started to take over making you feel small and worthless. 
Stupid man. 
You knocked on the office door. 
“Come in.” Tom’s voice called out quickly. He was sitting at his desk looking unamused at his guest who was thankfully fully dressed and sat opposite to him. 
He introduced you and you immediately disliked the woman lounging in the chair. She was sprawled out looking much too comfortable, but there was something off about her. Her gaze and smile were eerie. 
“Sorry to bother you, I should probably be off.” You siad keeping your voice neutral. 
“I’ll take you.” He gave you a nod. “Thanks for coming by Diana.” 
“I’ll tell Mosley you got the message. It was nice meeting you.” 
She left the room and a maid took her towards what you assumed was the front door. Mosley? Anything to do with him is an absolute problem. The man was twisted and the evil sensation that clung to her like a cloud suddenly made sense. 
However, the woman was young, blonde, and reminding you of Tommy’s late wife Grace. Your mind had already started to prepare you for the breakup. You were caught up in your thoughts and suddenly you were in the passenger seat on the way home.  
“You alright?” Tom asked eventually sliding his hand across the seat to grab yours. 
“We haven't spent a lot of time together.” You blurted out. It was easier than asking him if he was cheating.  You knew his reputation when you had started going out with him, it wouldn't be unlike him to break promises. 
“Been busy.” He shrugged. “Lots happening with work.” 
“Is Diana just for work?” You whispered unable to speak clearly.  
“Yes.” He answered seriously. “Do me a favor?” 
“What?”” you asked still trying to decide if you should trust his answer about Diana. 
“Wear the red dress tonight eh?” 
“Alright.” You said thoughts spinning. He kissed you and you ran up to your apartment wishing you had someone to talk to that wasn't related to him. 
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You were late to the party but as you weren't engaged or married to Thomas it didn't really matter. No one took you very seriously anyway. 
You wore the red dress paired with an elegant diamond necklace he had gifted you for your birthday. They felt heavy resting on your neck. No matter how much you tried to reassure yourself that he was just busy with work, the pain in your stomach wouldn't budge. Walking up the steps you saw a couple flirting with each other on a balcony. 
Watching them laugh you had an excellent and horrible idea. Maybe you could make him jealous? Then he would pay more attention to you, while also confirming that he is faithful. 
You decided it should be fine as long as you were subtle and nothing got too out of hand. 
Scanning the room your eyes landed on Tom’s favorite business partner and you smiled. This was going to be fun. 
“You're late.” His voice caught you as you turned around. 
“Takes time to look this lovely.” You smiled up at him as Tom’s blue eyes devoured your appearance. 
“What a lie.” He kissed the top of your head and for a moment you felt like maybe you wouldn't need your plan. “I have to keep a close eye on Mosley. Try to keep yourself out of trouble.” He whispered in your ear as he held you in an embrace. To anyone else, you would have looked like two lovers sharing a moment. 
You couldn't help but frown as he pulled away from you and moved into the sitting room. He didn't even introduce you to anyone. You stood there awkwardly watching all the wealthy people, a great deal older than you laugh and socialize. 
You looked around for your original lifeline and caught him by the window with a disgruntled face. 
Once reaching him you enjoyed the exasperated sigh he let out. Tommy kept you far away from all things related to the business, but no matter how hard he tried you had ended up running into Alfie a great deal. 
“Alfie!” You said in a cheerful voice. His eyes looked you over for a moment and for some reason you felt he already knew what you were planning. 
“Here to piss off your man then?” 
“How did you - Never mind. You stay by me it will prevent you from having to talk to the rest of the people here.” 
“And make Thomas angry.” He said with a smile and a glint in his eye. He reached out his rough calloused hand for you to shake. 
The rest of the evening you held on to his arm and enjoyed the stories he told you. You didnt need to fake laugh because his description of Tommy in most of his stories was genuinely funny. 
You saw Tom's eyes land on you a few times throughout the night. Other times tipsy men would come up and try to steal you away from Alfie’s side making you all the more grateful for his presence. 
You didn't want to fight off all the creeps alone. Another reason to be angry at Thomas. 
The night passed quickly as you and Alfie chatted about family, history, the world, conflicts, and religion. You enjoyed his company and started to dread the end of the evening. 
But the time had come when he had to leave. He gave you a large bear hug and wished you the best of luck with a wink. 
The rest of the guests left including the family which you thought was odd. Normally for late parties like this, they would spend the night. 
Polly gave you a hug and told you how pretty you looked in your gown. 
“Certainly made an impression on Thomas! He’s kicking everyone out. Have a good night!” She kissed your cheek and winked at you. 
He kicked everyone out? Your stomach twisted, this wasn't going to go over well. 
Your goal was to go to bed next to him, but your prize was appearing to be more of a night on the couch.  
You stood in the dining room watching the drunk socialites stumble out of the house. He shook hands and thanked people, but soon it was empty. Just the two of you. 
You watched him look you over from the doorway to the dining room, eyes dark, expression shut down. You thought about being the first one to speak but decided against it. He was the one that started this whole situation. 
“Had a lot to say to Alfie tonight.” He said in a cold voice. 
“Well, sue me for actually enjoying someone listening to what I have to say, unlike a certain someone who’s barely spoken to me in a  fortnight” Your words were equally as cold despite not wanting to fight. 
“Ah, and Alfie listened to what you had to say eh?” He laughed darkly. 
“Yes, he even did me the favour of keeping the creeps away. Should hire him for every-” Something flashed in his eyes preventing you from finishing your sentence. He caught you off guard by coming towards you. He walked towards you with such confidence and anger you had to fight your instinct to run away. 
His hands raised towards you and you flinched. You were relived to feel the nature of his touch was not something to run from. His hand squeezed the back of your neck tightly, forcing your lips up towards his mouth. 
His lips crashed against yours with passion and you let him take what he wanted. His other hand gripped your rib cage holding you in place.
"Mine." He breathed between kisses making your heart feel like it was about to explode.
You kissed him back feeling yourself start to slip away. He kissed down your neck, and suddenly your dress slipped down your body. Your mind briefly wondered when he got the buttons and zipper undone - all mysteries were banished as he tuned you around. He pushed you against the table and you shivered when your breasts pressed against the cold polished wood of the table. 
His hand came down on your ass hard enough that the sound bounced around the empty space. Pain and pleasure ran through you like electricity. 
“Don’t. You. Ever.” He said in between blows. “Go. Looking. For. Someone. Else. To Listen.” 
Embarrassment flooded your face as you felt the wetness between your legs begin to drip down your thighs. 
Looking up at the large space, knowing that any of the staff might wonder in caused a weird sort of chaos to swirl in your veins.
“I - I Won’t” You breathed. You expected another round, still unsure of why this was making you so turned on. His hand gently caressed the red flesh. 
“Please.” You whimpered with tears starting to spill over on your cheeks. He didn't waste any more of your time. He took you roughly on the table. Relentlessly forcing orgasms from your body. When you felt spent and overstimulated his words would soothe you back into doing exactly what he wanted and needed. 
Eventually, he wore himself out and you laid there on your back looking up at the chandelier, mind only processing the twinkles in the crystal. Your whole body was floating and you couldn't really think well enough to sort out what was going on. 
You felt rested. He laid on the table next to you, out of breath with his chest heaving. 
“You on the table like that really brings the room together.” He said with a smile on his face. You remember his family's hate for the room and let out a laugh.
"I'm sorry," he said after a long while.
"What?" You must have imagined him saying it because there was no way Thomas Shelby would be apologizing to you. He never apologized for anything - ever.
"I'm sorry, for being busy. For the party - and well -" his voice trailed off.
"Oh don't have to apologize for that." You laughed. His eyes roamed over your body and he rolled onto his side placing a softer kiss on your lips.
After that he carried you up to bed, settling himself next to you.
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@theshelbyslimited Thank you again for “Well, sue me for actually enjoying someone listening to what I have to say, unlike a certain someone who’s barely spoken to me in a fortnight”
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seraphicalsuccubus · 4 days
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I just wanna make a post because I’ve gotten tons of worried asks about my absence and wishing I’m okay and everything (and I will answer them I promise, I do really appreciate y’all checking in on me). but this is going to be a LONG post so if you’re actually gonna read it, strap in babes.
anyways, my life has virtually become a dystopian hell and I’m not kidding you. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. I feel like I’m under house arrest because I’m just not allowed to do fucking anything anymore. I pretty much cannot leave my house, not even to get groceries. I cannot ask my roommate to pick up anything for me on her way home from work because she bitches about it and makes some excuse not to even if it’s something I desperately need. I haven’t had a single human interaction with ANYONE even my former best friend/roommate since the end of January until this week when I just fucking lost it and vented to my aunt and had her get me a dispensary order because I can’t leave my house to get one myself anymore and she came to hang out and spend some time with me and talk about everything for a couple hours. and that’s the bare bones of what’s going on. there’s so much fucking more piled to it but I’ll just give you the gist of it. I literally told my therapist that if I didn’t get the fuck out of here soon, I will probably slit my wrists and bleed out in the bathtub. like if I cannot run away and escape all this shit, I will be leaving this house in a body bag because I honestly just do not know how much more of this shit I can take.
I have been so unbelievably stressed. I have picked every tiny cut, scratch, ingrown hair, pimple, everything that could be picked open, into huge gaping wounds all over my legs and specifically, I had two tiny cat scratches on my stomach from one of my cats kneading on me and not being too gentle with her claws, and i picked those TINY cuts into gaping wounds bigger than the size of dollar coins. two of them. right next to each other. they were so bad that I thought they were legitimately going to get infected and cause me problems. but they’re finally healing and starting to scar because I HAD to bandage them. like if I did not bandage them and change the bandage twice a day, they would have become infected and been a huge problem. that’s how bad those two specifically were.
not only this, but I have also PICKED A FUCKING BALD SPOT ON MY SCALP near my widow’s peak, but thankfully it’s on the side my hair flops over from so it’s covered. but it’s still there and it makes me horribly insecure and I don’t know if it’s like a scab that’ll eventually fall off and something will grow back from it or if it’s a scar and I’ll have this bald spot forever to be insecure of and self conscious of all the time. literally only time will give me the answer to that. but I am fucking 26 years old and have picked myself to PIECES and BALD SPOTS due to stress. I am literally falling the fuck apart.
and not only that, but I was just informed that I need to be conscious and aware of the fact that I may have fucking lupus because two of my dad’s sisters have it (one confirmed diagnosis and the other a suspicion but that’s enough of a reason for me to be worried about it) and I’m too terrified to get tested or whatever to start the process of getting that diagnosis. like the one thing I’ve always been so fucking afraid of is having an autoimmune disease and my fear of that may have fucking manifested one fucking for me and I’m really struggling with the potential that I may have to deal with that, along with my other health issues and mental health issues and shit.
I just. I have been going through a REALLY rough fucking time. and I am sorry, I am so sorry for the lack of posts or explanations or not answering anyone’s asks or messages aside from the two people I talk to daily because I just mentally cannot handle conversations through all this shit, and for making anyone genuinely concerned about me because of my absence and shit. I wish I could say you shouldn’t worry, but honestly, I’m incredibly worried about myself and that reason alone should scare anyone that knows me because I’m NEVER worried about myself. I’m sorry. I wish I could say I’m okay and I’m thriving and my lack of presence on here was a GOOD thing because I’m doing well and not thinking about social media, but it’s not. it’s a very bad thing. I don’t leave my bed every day unless it’s to take care of my cats. I can’t remember the last day I actually ate a meal or even a snack. the only hydration I get is like the 3 sips of whatever I use to take my meds every morning and night. I have no drive to create content so my income has dropped SO dramatically that I am barely scraping by to pay my bills. I haven’t gamed. I haven’t caught up on any of the shows I was excited for and watching before all this. I haven’t done laundry in god only knows how long and I’m literally running out of clean clothes to wear. I literally only brush my hair before I get on FaceTime with a friend or my boyfriend, otherwise it’s a knotted mess. I’ve showered to clean my body because I feel disgusting being dirty but I have not washed my hair since I had these extensions installed. I do not have the energy to wash this much fucking hair right now. and do you know when these were installed? February 12th. I have not washed my fucking hair in over a month and I feel so fucking repulsive because of it. my hair is my pride and joy. I have such expensive quality products for it. I take care of it. I love my hair. and I cannot even find the energy to wash it when I’m already in the shower just to wash my body/face because I just am so depressed that I can’t even find the energy to do it WHILE ALREADY IN THE SHOWER. I usually go 7-10 days without washing my hair to prolong the life of my extensions and my hair dye and shit because my hair doesn’t get greasy quickly or dry so I can push it that long and just do like body wash/skincare showers in between. but it’s been over a month. over a FUCKING MONTH. since I’ve been able to find the energy to just wash my fucking hair even when I’m already in the shower. do you know how pathetic that feels?
I’m sorry this was such a heavy post. for anyone that actually read through it, I’m sorry. I’ve been internalizing a lot of this shit and this isn’t even the icing on the fucking cake. this is the bare minimum of what I’m dealing with. it’s so much more convoluted and fucked up and abusive than I’m explaining on here and I’m sorry for venting about the things that I did. but I’ll leave it there. I won’t get into the rest.
if you read this far, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time with this long of a post just to get shit off my chest. I hope you’re having a really good day, or that your day gets better, your weekend goes well, and that you have some good karma headed your way. I wish you all the best. thank you for listening. I appreciate it. 🖤
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neteyamsoare · 1 year
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Kiss Me.
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༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human! Neteyam Sully x Fem! Human! Reader | Past Ao’nung x Fem! Human! Reader.
༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. I CAME AS QUICK AS I COULD 17 FOR NETEYAM PLEASE + Oops! Sorry abt that!  I was hoping for #17 - "quick, kiss me"  in fluff if you don't mind 🙇‍♀️
༉‧₊˚. Summary. In order to get away from your ex, you make an impulsive decision that will change the course of your and Neteyam’s friendship.
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern Au, fluff, and slight angst.
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Neteyam & Ao'nung, toxic ex (sorry Ao’nung you were just good for the job), anger, cursing, and mention of cheating.
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,1k.
༉‧₊˚. Notes. I was not expecting this prompt to go so long. I thought it was going to be a drabble but it is now a one-shot but hey it’s the first prompt I’m posting for my sleepover! I hope y’all like it. | If you want to send to request another prompt, you always can — you can find the link to the sleepover event down below.
༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍
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*RING RING*
You stir in your sleep as you try to block out the annoying sound that was ruining the sleep that you rightfully earned after staying up late studying. Finally, the ringing stops letting you relax but as soon as you get used to the quiet, the ringing starts back up making you groan as you open your eyes slowly. 
You pick up your phone from the dresser that is close to your bed and see that Kiri, your best friend, is calling. You let out another sleepy groan as you accept the call and put it to your ears. “Hello?” You say with a soft voice fighting the sleep that threatens to bring you back to sleep. 
“Finally, you answer your fucking phone!” Kiri yelled into the phone making you jump up, you were woken now. “I’m sorry, I happen to love my sleep.” You sit up properly rubbing your eyes softly. You put her on speaker as you checked your notifications and saw 8 messages from Kiri and 2 from Neteyam. 
“What’s going on?” You asked as you went to read Neteyam’s message, remembering you had promised him that you were going to watch his practice. You get up off the bed and pick up your phone as you head to the bathroom to start getting ready. “Ao’nung is here on campus looking around for you,” you immediately stop what you’re doing and pick up the phone, taking it off speakerphone and putting it to your ear. “I know you fucking lying!” 
“Girl, why would I lie? I know his musty ass from anywhere,” Shit, why now? This is all you can think about as you get yourself ready. “What does he want from me? We broke up a month ago, I blocked him and haven’t spoken to him since so why is he tryna show up now?” You let out a breath as you roll your eyes. 
“He realized that he lost the best thing he could ever have in his life,” you sigh. “He just needs to leave me alone. Girl, I’ll see you on campus, I have to meet your brother at his practice.” You hear a laugh on her end. “You mean your other half,” she says while giggling as you roll your eyes and a smile appears on your face. “Shut up,” you laugh as you both say your goodbyes and you hang up. 
You put your phone down on the bed and take a deep breath. “Eywa, please don’t let me run into this asshole.” you silently prayed hoping the odds are in your favor. 
You finally arrive on the field that held Neteyam’s practice wearing some jeans, your favorite converse, and your favorite black hoodie which was originally Neteyams but he knew he wasn’t getting it back once he gave it to you. 
So far luck was on your side, Ao’nung was nowhere in sight, only hoping it’ll stay that way. He laid his bed that night he decided to get his dick wet with some girl he had just met. He threw away the chance of having you as his ‘forever’ as he used to tell you. It's crazy how a person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with can hurt you so much without even caring about how you would feel.
You were so far in your mind that you didn’t even hear your name being called til the person got a hold of your waist turning you around to face them. “You made it,” Neteyam smiled down at you and a smile appeared on your face as you quickly got your mind off Ao’nung. “Of course, I did promise you that I’d make an appearance.” you rest your hand on his bicep rubbing it softly as he looks down at the hoodie you’re wearing. 
“Oh so that’s where my favorite hoodie went,” he smirks as you let out a smirk of your own. “It’s my favorite hoodie now, you would have to cut it off me to have it back,” you let out a giggle as he just smiled. “It looks better on you than it ever did on me anyway,” he says as you make eye contact with him smiling so hard, Neteyam was always so nice to you ever since you met, especially after the breakup, he made sure that you took care of yourself, talked to you when you needed it, let you vent your frustrations, hell he even took a yoga class for you. 
You lost eye contact with him for a second when you saw Ao’nung glaring at the two of you, eyeing the way your hand was rubbing on Neteyam’s bicep. Your heart immediately starts racing, “Please eywa, let that not be him and I’m just seeing things,” you thought to yourself but when you looked back at him, he was for sure real because he was making his way over here sending you in a whole panic not wanting to deal with him at all. 
“Y/n, are you okay?” Neteyam asks worriedly as he takes in your panic state. You didn’t know what to do, looking back to where Ao’nung was, he was getting closer and closer and a rushed idea came up in your head. “Kiss me!” you blurt out as Neteyam goes into shock not expecting that to come out of your mouth. “Wha-” he starts to ask but you cut him off by placing your lips onto his, moving your hands to his waist as you pull him closer to you. 
Neteyam couldn’t believe this was happening, he thought that this could be a dream but as you squeezed his waist tighter, he smiled into the kiss bringing a hand to cup your cheek and his other hand placed on your waist. You honestly almost forgot the reason why you abruptly kissed him just on how good of a kisser Neteyam was, he easily took the lead from you and you wrapped your arms around his neck and as you do, you open an eye taking a glance at Ao’nung’s angry stance seeing if he’d still make his way to where both of you were standing but he turns around and storms off which makes you smile continuing the kiss.
You didn’t even know why you were still kissing Neteyam since the intention was to get rid of Ao’nung but you knew you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. Finally, you slowly pull away from each other still in each other’s embrace just staring into each other’s eyes, both knowing that this little kiss will change the course of your friendship. “When were you going to tell me that you were such a good kisser?” You ask as he laughs while bringing you closer to him as you lay your head on his chest hiding the big smile you couldn’t stop.
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luvyeni · 5 months
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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 31 )
💬nias notes: special sunday post because i didn’t want to leave you guys hanging cause i feel like it all four parts tie together 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
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— CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: it all comes out …
— 𖦹 warnings?
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“who’s calling you for the 5th time?” jake asked , stretched out on your bed. “yunjin, it’s probably something stupid, she’ll be home tomorrow, and by then she’ll probably forget it.” you put your phone down. “okay.” he said , his phone ringing. “ah that’s the food, i’ll go get it.” he got up, leaving you in the room to find a movie.
a few minutes later, jakes phone went off. “jake your phone!” you yelled, but you failed to get an answer. “why didn’t he take it with him.” you reached over to turn it off. you didn’t mean to look, but the phone was unlocked, and you seen the name. “hm, what does jungwon want?” you said, reading the messages – you’d soon wish you hadn’t.
‘i tried jake, i did’ ‘everyone is pissed, not just at you but me to’ ‘i covered for you and you lied’ ‘you promised me you’d handle it’ ‘what happens next is your fault’
you read the messages confused, what did jake lie about? and what did jungwon cover up?” you were about to put the phone down, when another name popped up, a unfamiliar but not unknown name – song jihae , jakes ex. “okay.” you said, trying not to get upset, reading off the messages.
jihae🤍 | maybe we can go to the park again, like last time.
jake | yeah, definitely, just no going to y/n cafe.
jihae🤍 | i promise i won’t go back , am i am sorry really
jake | let’s just pretend it never happened
jihae🤍| it was kinda nice , it was like when we dated.
jihae🤍| but this time with our son, like a little family.
you almost dropped the phone upon reading the messages, you couldn’t believe what you were reading, a son? “what the-.” so much ran through your mind at the moment , then it hit– the girl who came into the cafe on the day of your appointment, the girl who commented on your twitter post. song jihae – that was jakes ex, he had a kid with his ex girlfriend, and jungwon knew.
“sweet girl, i’m sorry it took so long.” you heard jakes voice entering the room. “they got a little lost.” you looked at him, blank faced. “what is it?” he said, his phone going off again, eyes landing on your hand. “you have a son?” his eyes widened. “why do you have my phone?”
“you have a son?” you asked again. “are you fucking kidding me?” you said. “wait y/n let me explain.” he sat the food down. “yeah you think?” you said. “how long have you been keeping this from me?” you said. “a month.” you scoffed. “a month , you went a month without tell me this.”
“i was planning on telling you, when the time was right.” he said. “when the time was right, you should’ve told me when you first found out, not after going on family dates with your ex.” your voice raising. “it wasn’t dates , i only went for dae.” he said. “do you seriously take me for a fool, you lied this entire time and you expect me to believe nothing happened between you both?”
his face fell and you scoffed, getting your answer. “what happened, you two have sex?” he shook his head. “what? no, of course not! it was just a kiss.” he said. “and she kissed me, i told her off about it, told her i was in a relationship.” you rolled your eyes. “well it wasn’t like you didn’t give her a reason to think you weren’t.” you said sarcastically.
“y/n please calm down, think about the baby.” he said. “that’s all i have been doing, thinking about the baby, while you were out with your other family.” you said. “she came into my store, she pretended to not know me, jungwon– don’t blame him, i told him not to tell you.” he said. “that’s what makes it worse.”
“y/n please let me explain.” you didn’t even want to hear it anymore. “i’m not mad you have another kid, i’m not even mad at the kiss.” you stated. “i’m upset that you didn’t tell me, you left me in the dark, you skipped the appointment and lied to me about it, lord knows how many times you’ve probably lied to me.”
“i am sorry.” he said. “i don’t want to talk to you right now, i think you should go.” you turned away, laying on the bed. “y/n please.” he pleaded for you to speak to him, sighing when you ignored his called. “please forgive me.” he said. “go jake.”
he didn’t want to upset you even more, grabbing his things, slipping on his shoes. “please at least eat something.” he said leaving out of your room, closing the door behind him.
on his way out he ran into yunjin, karina and sunoo; and he could just tell they knew, he didn’t even say anything, just leaving the house with his head low, the door closing behind him.
he seriously fucked up.
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chelscait · 9 months
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Long distance with Gio? Like they met in Barca and used to play together
missing you. | Gio Queiroz
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“Te extraño mucho, mi amor.”
It had only been a couple of months since Gio left for England, though it felt like forever. It didn’t feel right playing in the Barcelona B team without her, it didn’t even feel right being in Barcelona without her.
She made the decision quickly, not informing you earlier so you didn’t make the rational decision of moving either. Gio knew that you could go far with Barca, but her time ran out.
“Yo también, bebê. I promise we’ll see each other soon, there has to be a time where we are both off.” She was laying down in her bed with one of your hoodies on, nibbling the strings as she looked at you through the screen.
“Probably not until like christmas.” You looked down as your lip began to tremble, cutting yourself off of the camera for a second.
“Minha linda.. stop hiding. It’s okay to be upset.” Gio sat up from her position, your quiet sobs being the only thing she could hear before you returned your camera to face you.
“I really need you. I can’t perform as well here.. without you. Barca have spoken to me about it and i don’t think they want me anymore.” You looked to the side, covering your hands with your sleeves after you sat Gio up against your pillows, your hands were trembling too much for her to properly see you.
“I’m sure that’s not true. It’s been 3 months! They’d be stupid to let you go, meu bem.”
You shrugged a response, pulling your legs up to your chest as you tried to suppress another wave of sadness.
“I promise, i’ll see you soon. I’m going to try and find a space of time and i am going to see you, however soon that may be. I can’t stand seeing you like this, i’m so sorry… i shouldn’t have left.”
“No, don’t say that. You did what was best for you, don’t let me get in the way.”
Ever since that conversation with you, Gio wanted nothing more than to hop on a plane and cuddle your thoughts and feelings away. It was the only thing that looped in her mind.
You both continued to talk every night, obviously. Though, they were much shorter and never seemed to give either of you what you needed. What you both craved.
She had found a small gap where she could have time off after consulting her manager about it, rushing back home to book the first ticket back to Barca.
She didn’t tell you, which made you all than more confused when she didn’t answer your face time that night. You messaged her multiple times asking what she was doing and why she wasn’t answering, but you were left on delivered. For 2 hours.
You laid in bed, Gio’s jumper, which you had worn way too many times, still clung to you as you struggled to contain yourself to message again.
You gave into yourself five minutes later, tapping the call button again and awaited her answer. It was only ringing for about 2 seconds before there was a knock at the door, your head snapping towards the direction.
You decided to ignore it, wanting nothing to do with anyone at the moment except Gio and ultimately focused on your reflection as your call was one again declined.
The knocking didn’t stop though, throwing your phone at the end of your bed with a huff as you got out of bed.
“Look, i’m sorry but i really want to be al..” You started as you dramatically opened the door, ready to lecture the person behind it for the disruption.
“Hi, amor. I got your favourites.” Your girlfriend stood in front of you with a cheeky smile and a shopping bag lifted in her hand and you struggled to keep your tears at bay as you took her all in.
“What?” You struggled out between a sob before launching yourself at her, Gio doing as best as she could to hold you up with one arm.
“It’s okay, i’m here now.” She stepped into your apartment with you still in her arms, closing the door with her foot behind you both and placing the bag down to hold you properly.
You continued to sob as you slipped out of her arms to stand, though your head continued to lay rested in her neck.
“Minha querida, let me see your beautiful face.” She whispered in your hair as she tried to place her gentle touch on your cheeks, edging you out of you hiding place.
You gave in to her touch, letting her thumbs wipe across your skin as your eyes flickered around her face.
“You okay?” She notices your gaze upon her lips, her question snapping your eyes back to hers before you smiled slightly.
Your daze was cut off when she pressed her lips to yours finally, savouring the kiss as long as she could before she went back in again. You pulled back slightly, still to the point where you could feel her breath on your lips.
“Better now.”
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Prisoner Of Your Eyes, Steven Grant
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Fanfic, gn! reader
Angst, unresolved tension
Word count: 3505
Tw: So much angst. Neglection of feelings/feelings of unrequited romance in a relationship. Steven loses his mind. One (1) glimpse of Mark. Maybe not an entirely accurate timeline/loyal to the source material. It’s been a hot minute since I watched Moon Knight. Light swearing. That’s it??
Summary: Going into a relationship with Steven, you knew of his poor sleep schedule and occasional absence. You had always made peace with it. But when he didn’t show up on your two-year anniversary after weeks of planning, you couldn’t help but feel a little deflated. Steven tries to make things right, not knowing he’s actually worsening the situation. You became faced with the cold, hard facts.
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“When I saw your face I became a prisoner of your eyes. And I would do just anything. To stay and be with you.”
“Hello, this is Steven. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. You can leave a message after the tone and I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Cheers.”
That was the sixth time you heard that voicemail. The sixth time. He said he’d be there. On all occasions that he’d leave you standing, he’d have to pick this date.
Going into your relationship with him, you were well aware of his circumstantial loss of time, but lately it had begun to grow worse and worse. There were days he’d go without talking to you, leaving you an anxious mess - leaving no messages and not picking up any phone calls. Be that as it may, you had grown accustomed to it. It might not have been the nicest thought, but you learned to adjust. You knew he loved you, regardless of what he would go through.
But he promised to be here. You watched him set multiple alarms. He had given you the key to his apartment just in case. So there you sat, on his bed, ringing his phone an endless amount of times. Of all days, he had to disappear on your second anniversary. He had missed many big days all year round, so this was his way of making it up. He had reserved a spot at a restaurant, he had bought the gifts, he had taken the day off. And still, he hadn’t been there.
“You know there are times When I let myself wonder As I was going under. You pulled me back to earth.”
You were hesitant to call the seventh time. He wasn’t going to show up. You’d been here for two hours now, and that was after waiting in the restaurant for another two. It was nearly midnight now.
You sighed deeply as you dialled his number again, putting him on speaker as you laid down on his bed. You listened to the seemingly endless ringing, closing your eyes at the horrible sound of it.
“Darling?” Suddenly sounded through the room, causing you to shoot upright, your eyes immediately opened. “Steven?” You tested, just to be sure. A relieved laugh rang through the phone at your question. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear your voice.” As he spoke, you noticed the breathlessness in his voice.
“Steven, where are you?” “I don’t know,” He answered quickly, before you heard something crashing in the background. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” You repeated, now more worried than angry at him. “I have no idea where I am.” He clarified, as if that would ease your thoughts. Then, something loud was heard. Almost like a firework going off.
“What the hell was that?” Another crash followed, and you leaned closer to the phone. “Steven, are you okay?” “Leave me alone!” You frowned at his words, unsure of what to say next. “I’m so sorry, darling,” He suddenly said, in a much softer voice. “Steven, are you okay?” You asked for a second time. A loud crash was heard, followed by silence for a few seconds.
“Do I need to call the police?” “No!” He replied almost immediately. “No, I’m fine.” “Baby, you don’t sound-“ “No,” He interrupted you, yet somehow you knew he wasn’t talking to you. “Leave me alone!” The phone went silent for another few seconds, and you awaited anxiously. “Hello?” You called when you heard rustling on the other side.
“Steven will call you back.”
“Don't you hear me crying? Take me in your arms again. Tell me that you're trying. Or is our love a lie?”
You stayed at his apartment that night. You tried to call after someone hung up on you, but you got no more responses. You had sent him a text in which you said you’d be staying over, and that he shouldn’t be spooked if he found you asleep in his bed. He had read the messages. He simply refused to answer them. And as quickly as the tides changed, your worry transformed back into anger.
Somehow, you still managed to fall asleep that night, clutching Steven’s pillow, his blanket thrown over your figure. On the table was a small basket filled with his favourite snacks, two candles, a book on Egyptian mythology which you were sure he didn’t have yet, a tiny statue of Bastet and a collection of your best pictures with him. You had been so happy and giddy gathering the gift, but now, you only wished you had spent less time and thought into it.
It didn’t take long until the first few tears had fallen. You should have been used to this by now. It wasn’t his fault. Surely, something terrible had happened and he was in some kind of shock. But, he’d still be fine.
Yes; you should have been used to it. This couldn’t have come as a surprise. This far, he had missed both of your birthdays during the two year course of your relationship, he hadn’t shown up to the first and second dinner with your parents, he would stand you up on dates and would occasionally forget the day, and therefore the gifts - if there was any need for it. You had tried to convince yourself how it hadn’t been the most important, but how you would have loved to receive just a single rose on Valentine’s Day.
“Love is blind And love deceives you. You came along and captured me. Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes.”
Though the sun had been up for a long time, it was a new noise that had awoken you. From his small bathroom, you could hear rustling coming, followed by a short, hushed curse. Hesitantly, you stood up, putting distance between you and the bathroom, but so much that you couldn’t see what was happening in there.
“Steven, what the hell happened to you?” You gasped as you noticed the dishevelled state of your boyfriend. He turned around, a sheepish grin on his face: “You really wouldn’t believe.”
You walked closer to him, another gasp escaping you as you noticed the red on his cheek. “Is that blood?!” He looked into the mirror, frowning when he saw his face. “Oh, bullocks.” “Shit!” You cursed, now taking notice of the bruises and cuts forming on his arms. “Did you get mugged?”
The man looked at you hesitantly, unsure of what to say. A lot had happened, most of which he hadn’t even properly processed yet. He wouldn’t even know where to start explaining. Thus, he just sighed, nodding painfully: “Yeah,”
“Trapped in time. I cannot leave you. I'm just a prisoner of your eyes.”
Guilt flooded your senses as you recalled your talk on the phone last night. “I should have called the cops.” “Hey, darling,” Steven immediately tried to comfort, walking up to you as he rested his hands on your upper arms. “It’s okay. I’m fine.” Then he opened his coat, revealing his keys and wallet. “Look; they didn’t steal anything.” But you just shook your head at him in remorse: “Fuck, Steven, I’m so sorry.”
Finally, he pulled you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around you loosely as you sighed into his shirt, all anger from last night fading away in his hold. You were just glad he was here now, however painful the experience had been. “It’s not your fault.” He mumbled, before parting from your embrace, hissing slightly as he manoeuvred his arm.
“Are you okay?” You asked, holding his arm gently as you tried to pull up his sleeves, now noticing the complete blue colour of his biceps. “My arm kind of hurts.” He tried to lighten, but you shook your head at him. “I’m calling you in sick.” “You don’t even work at the museum.” “Donna knows my face.” You countered, already walking up to his phone. Quickly, Steven followed you, placing his hand on your shoulder to make you halt: “I can work.” “Absolutely not. If not for your physical health, then for your head.”
When he didn’t seem convinced, your shoulders dropped, looking at him in defeat. The dark circles underneath his eyes only seemed amplified, and empathy flooded your senses as you observed him more closely. “Jesus, you need some rest.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“As each day goes by I've given up completely. I've locked myself inside your heart And thrown away the key.”
You had helped him get cleaned up, not asking any more about the mugging. You figured it had been a sensitive topic, which you completely understood. When Steven was finally in some fresh clothes and his wounds had been cleaned, he sat on top of the bed, fatigue seemingly settling into his features the moment his body touched the mattress.
His eyes wandered the room, lingering on you for a while until they came to rest on the gift you had gotten him: “What’s that?” A light smile accompanied him as he said the words, almost as if he wasn’t expecting any gifts.
That was because he wasn’t. In all his experiences, he must have forgotten what you had initially been celebrating last night. Your features fell at his innocent smile, a dull knife suddenly piercing your heart as a shallow feeling entered your stomach.
“Your anniversary gift.” You mumbled, too tired to even pretend it was okay. The man fell silent at your words, remorse clearly displayed in his eyes: “Darling, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, well…” You trailed off. “Wasn’t your fault. You got mugged.”
Walking up to the door, you pointed your thumb to it. “I’m gonna go.” You tried to say nonchalantly, but it probably came out more broken than you had intended. “You can stay.” Steven offered, but you dismissed it quickly, a lump now forming in your throat. You didn’t know how to feel. “I stayed to make sure you would come home safe. I’m going.”
If he wanted to object, he could have. Part of you almost wanted to beg him to stay. But he didn’t. Instead, a soft ‘okay’ came out. He didn’t even stand up to try to see you out. He just remained on his bed. The dull knife in your heart began to twist.
“Take care.” You told him, opening the door for yourself.
“Cheers.”
“Only time will tell If I can live without you. Can you see into the future? Will you ever set me free?”
You were glad you had taken the day off. Not only were you still exhausted after the small amount of sleep you had gotten out of worry for Steven, an uncomfortable feeling had begun to settle within you. Part of you wanted to shout at Steven. You wanted to be mad at him so badly. You wanted to curse him, and to tell him how horrible he had been.
On the other hand, you felt incredibly guilty. He had been mugged last night and you hadn’t called the cops to check on him. You had heard the crashes in the background - and those fireworks had to be gunshots. You could have cried upon the realisation. He had been in genuine danger and you hadn’t even warned anyone. A complete stranger had taken over his phone and had hung up on you: all the signs had been there.
Then there was the part that felt stupid. Not angry at Steven, not guilty for what you had done to him: it felt stupid. You knew what you were getting into from the start. This shouldn’t have surprised you - you could have anticipated this. Why were you so torn up about it if you could have known? You were so foolish to think you could celebrate one anniversary.
“Don't you hear me crying? Take me in your arms again. Tell me that you're trying. Or is our love a lie?”
Your phone had been ringing all day, but you had no energy to answer it. Maybe it was petty, but you knew who was calling. You didn’t feel like talking to him. Perhaps you should have, considering all he had went through. But you needed your time too.
You didn’t make that as clear as you might have hoped.
It was around seven at night when there was clear knocking on the door. You had been in the living room, laying on the couch of which you hadn’t gotten off the entire day. You weren’t specifically watching anything. The TV had just been on and you were watching whatever stupid game show it had been presenting. You were out of it all day. A much needed groan needed to be uttered as you got up, your muscles protesting with your movements.
Perhaps this was a new form of low for you, but you just wanted some rest. Apparently, that was very hard to come by on a free day.
“Love is blind And love deceives you. You came along and captured me. Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes.”
When you opened the door, you weren’t surprised to find Steven standing there, in his working gear. Something about that made you even more angry than you were before.
“You weren’t picking up your phone.” He spoke, as if it was the most obvious thing to him. He walked in without invitation, wiping his shoes on the doormat as he walked into the living room. You widened your eyes at his actions, but didn’t comment on them.
“This is going to sound insane, but the craziest thing happened to me today.” He began to rant, sitting down on the couch you had occupied the entire day, ignoring the glass of water, tissues, and discarded lucifers. “There was this jackal hunting me in the museum, and there was a man ranting on and on about Egyptian avatars.” He spoke in one breath, giving you no time to interrupt him or answer him.
"And then I think a god showed up. You know? Khonsu, the god of the moon.” He looked at you, expecting you to understand him. You didn’t know what to tell him. Five minutes ago you were crying right where he was sitting, and now he was rambling on about his hobby chasing him and communicating with him.
You blankly nodded at him, before he continued. “Well, he spoke to me. And there was this other dude who spoke to me as well. And then I fought the jackal, I think. But here’s the weirdest thing,” He stood up, walking towards you as if he was going to sell you the invention of the century. “The camera doesn’t show any of this. I mean, that must be some kind of complot or something, right?”
You couldn’t suppress the shaky sigh that escaped you. Now close enough to you, Steven noticed your red eyes and swollen cheeks, his expression softening as his entire voice became much more gentle. “Hey, have you been crying?”
“Trapped in time. I cannot leave you. I'm just a prisoner of your eyes.”
“Steven,” You dismissed. “When was the last time you slept?” “No, I’m serious.” He returned, his face now no longer as caring as it had been seconds ago. “So am I.” You countered, crossing your arms in desperation, your eyebrows furrowed together in a mixture of worry and sadness.
“What?” The man stuttered surprised. “Do you not believe me?”
Of course you didn’t. But you weren’t going to tell him that. The poor soul was probably still in some form of shock. Thus, you tried to soothe him: “Sure I do-“ “You don’t sound convinced.” Steven jumped in, rapidly ticking his fingers against his arm as he thought out his words.
“But I think you might have just been shaken up by the accident yesterday.” You continued, ignoring his protests and doubt. His mouth opened in an ‘ah’ of understanding: “But, you see, I wasn’t mugged.”
And there it was, yet again. That sinking feeling in your stomach. Twist the knife, drop the butterflies. Your whole body just felt empty now. He had never lied to you before.
“Beg your pardon?”
“In this heartache. We can try and start again. Stop the heartbreak. A little time will help to kill the pain.”
“I woke up in some weird cult, with the same dude who talked to me today about Egyptian deities and their avatars, actually!” “You weren’t mugged?” You repeated, making sure you had heard him correctly. “No,” He answered. “But are you listening?” “Why would you lie to me?”
Steven’s expression fell slightly as he noticed the wobble in your lower lip. “I was just very confused yesterday, and I didn’t want to worry you,” He began genuinely. “But do you not see the connection?”
An incredulous sigh left you as you thought over everything you had been through this morning and the night prior to it: “I was worried about you all night yesterday, and you couldn’t give me straight answers.” “It was a very stressful day!” Steven tried to defend. “You told me you didn’t know where you were. And you told me you were mugged.” “Well, I don’t know where I was, but it was terrifying.” He bundled up his sleeve, showing you the bruises you had been treating only hours ago. “I think I actually got this from a fight.” “You were in a fight?” You repeated, your voice growing louder in surprise and offence.
“Yeah! And somehow I won.”
His hands found yours, rubbing them affectionately. “And now I don’t know how to feel. It’s so scary and ominous, but also exciting, if that makes sense.”
“Don't you hear me crying? Take me in your arms again. Tell me that you're trying. Or is our love a lie?”
He sighed loudly, looking into your eyes, a somewhat crestfallen expression within them. “I don’t really know what to do. You always know just what to do and what to say. Figured you might be able to help.”
With that, you dropped his hands, walking towards the door: “Get out.” He stood there frozen, unsure of what you were saying. “Beg your pardon?” “I’m tired, Steven,” You sighed. “Get out.” “But I need your help.” He pleaded, following you like a lost puppy, trying to grab your hands again.
“And I need you,” You argued, your voice coming out more emotional than you had intended. Tears began to build again, but you swallowed them down. “Steven, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been falling apart lately. And every time I need you, you’re not there.” You opened the door, signalling towards it: “I knew what I began the moment we started going out, but it’s getting worse. Please, get some help.” “Darling, I’m so-“ “Just,” You muttered. “Not now. Call me tomorrow and we can talk.”
As he walked outside, you looked at him, offering him a sincere look: “I hope you figure it out, Steven. I really hope you do.” “Yeah,” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ll talk with you tomorrow. Love you.”
You didn’t return it - you just watched him leave, turmoil setting into your stomach: “Goodnight.”
“Love is blind And love deceives you. You came along and captured me. Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes.”
It was stupid how you waited by the phone the next day. How you had purposefully left your sound on during work, hoping to receive his call. Maybe you had been a bit harsh last night, but he deserved to know somehow.
However much you still loved him, he always left you hanging when you needed him most. And when you finally thought that perhaps it had been you who was just thinking too much of it, he had taken up lying to you. Steven was as honest and kind as they came and he had lied to you. You didn’t know what happened to him, but you really did wish he had someone to help him figure it out.
It was late in the afternoon when you finally finished your shift. Steven hadn’t been waiting there with his usual after-work snack, or that dorky smile that always accompanied it. He was always there, but not today. Maybe it was time to dial him. Perhaps he had somehow forgotten.
You stood there on the curb, waiting patiently as the phone rang a few times. The longer you had to wait, the more hollow your stomach became. When the ringing finally stopped, a light flutter flew through you, though it immediately died down as you heard his voice over the phone.
“Hello, this is Steven. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. You can leave a message after the tone and I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Cheers.”
“Trapped in time I cannot leave you. I'm just a prisoner of your eyes.”
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“call me as soon as you land so I know you made it safely.” Stella says giving me one last hug.
“I will.” I said squeezing her.
I was boarding my flight to California to see my mom. I thought that Jensen would have at least said goodbye, but he was really busy and I understood that. It wasn’t a terribly long flight to Santa Cruz, I kept my mind occupied with a book. As soon as I got off the plane I saw a familiar face waiting for me. I smiled dropping my bag and ran to hug my mother.
“look at you, you look so different.” my mom said placing a hand to my cheek.
“mom it hasn’t been that long.” I laughed.
“I know, I just mean you look happier, you’re glowing different.” she smiles.
I returned her grin grabbing my stuff and following her to the car.
“Richard is so excited to meet you.”
“you look happier too mom.”
I pulled out my phone to text Stella as I had promised. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing I had a missed called from Jensen. I quickly dialed him.
“thought you forgot about me for some surfer dude already.” He joked as he answered.
“a surfer dude? nah that’s not really my type, I prefer the uptight actors turned businessmen.” I shot back.
“woah woah I am not uptight.”
“just a little.”
“not at all.” He defended.
“whatever you say Ackles.”
there was a moment of silence.
“I uh wanted to tell you to have a good time with your mom, I meant to call but I’ve been trying to negotiate this deal for a new property but uh she’s not biting.”
“she?” I said hesitantly.
“the seller, she’s kind of stubborn, reminds me of someone else I know.”
“I am not stubborn.” I defended quickly.
“just a little.” He laughs mocking me from just seconds earlier.
“okay maybe a little.” I laughed.
His laughter grew too.
“but I can admit my flaws.” I huffed.
“yeah I think I’ll save that conversation for another time, but hey I gotta go, meeting in five minutes.”
“Jensen?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks”
“Say hi to your mom for me.” He said before hanging up the phone.
I could feel the smile on my face get just a bit bigger. He was trying.
Before I knew it we were pulling in to the driveway of my mom’s house. A man stood there waving at me. I watched my mom hop out wrapping her arms around Richard. He leaned down kissing her lips. I was really happy for her. I got out of the car walking to him.
“I’m so happy to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Richard.” He said pulling me in for a hug.
I was nine when my father passed, I remembered him fondly. He was warm and kind. Richard kind of reminds me of him. I could tell I was going to like him. Once I got settled we had dinner, my mom and Richard were telling me the story of how they met. They looked so happy. So in love.
I thought back to Jensen. I wasn’t sure where we stood, we’re we dating, we’re we truly just friends with benefits?I was trying to be patient like Jared said but it was really hard when I felt like he was holding a lot back. I found the more I was with him, the harder it was getting to stay away. I was falling in love with him, and that scared the hell out of me.
Nightfall had come quickly. I said goodnight to my mom and Richard, settling down for the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen. I pulled out my phone sending him a text.
:california is boring without you… but lately everywhere is boring with you.
I bit my lip waiting for a reply. When it didn’t come right away I started to overthink. Was I getting too close? Was that too clingy? I saw the chat bubbles pop up as he typed a reply.
:having dinner with the seller tonight, hoping to finish deal.
:oh, like just you and her?
:don’t worry about it.
I sighed setting my phone on the night stand. Once again he pushes away when I try to get close. My phone buzzed on the side table prompting me to pick it up. I saw it was Jensen calling. I didn’t bother to answer. He told me not to worry, so I wasn’t.
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I awoke to the warm California sun shining in to my eyes. I checked my phone seeing three missed calls from Jensen. I sighed about to redial him when my mom burst in to the room.
“get dressed, we’re going to the country club for breakfast, they have the best mimosas you’ve ever tasted!”
I laughed at her antics.
Jensen could wait. I needed a drink.
I threw on a simple sundress meeting my mom in the car. I took in the beautiful sights as she drove. I had never been to a country club before, but this place was pretty nice. We sat down ordering two mimosas.
“so, tell me about this guy.” my mom smiled sipping her drink.
Of course she wanted to talk about Jensen.
“what do you want to know?” I asked taking large gulps of mine.
Damn these were good.
“I don’t know, everything.”
I scoffed choking back a laugh. So would I.
“Uh there’s not much to know, he’s kind of closed off.” I said before chewing my bottom lip.
“what do you mean darling?”
“I mean, it’s complicated mama, one minute everything’s great and the next he shuts down. It’s like he’s afraid of me getting too close, so he pushes me away.”
I sighed chugging the rest of my drink. I definitely needed this.
“maybe he is, did I ever tell you that your dad was engaged when I met him?”
“no, what happened!?”
“long story short she ended up cheating on him, he was broken, he couldn’t trust anyone, not even me. It took awhile to break down his walls, but I knew your dad was special, so I kept trying. If you think this Jensen is worth it keep trying.”
I was quiet as I took in her words.
“I think I’m going to need another one of these.” I laughed holding up my empty glass.
A waiter brought me another mimosa. I took a big sip pulling out my phone to call Jensen back. Suddenly a text came through making me choke on my drink.
:might want to go easy on those mimosas, don’t want a repeat of last time you drank.
“holy shit.”
“what’s a matter honey?”
“It’s Jensen, he’s here.” I choked.
At my words Jensen walked up in his usual suit and tie attire.
“what? how?” I asked sitting my drink down.
I could see my mom smirk as she looked up at him.
“Ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jensen Ackles.” he said shaking my mother’s hand.
“nice to meet you.” she said.
she looked between me and Jensen.
“I’ll give you a minute.”
I watched her walk away before turning to him.
“what are you doing here?” I asked picking up my drink again sipping it.
“you didn’t answer my calls, I thought something happened to you.”
“no Jensen that was called me ignoring you.” I said rolling my eyes.
“okay I deserved that.”
“how was your dinner?” I sassed.
“very productive and professional, I closed the deal.” He said laughing at my jealousy.
“well then congratulations I guess.”
“and I’m here to take you out to celebrate.”
“wait what?”
“just come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said offering his hand.
“where too?”
“It’s a surprise.” He laughed.
“I think I met my quota on surprises. Plus I can’t just leave my mom.” I spoke.
“of course you can…” she said popping up out of nowhere.
“of course you can.” Jensen repeated once again extending his hand.
I looked between him and my mother heaving a sigh as I grabbed his hand.
“I promise to have her back before dinner.” Jensen said winking at my mom.
He led me out to a rental car, I was surprised to see Cole waiting with the door open.
“you brought Cole too?” I asked giving Cole a smile.
“Ms. (L/N).” He said nodding his head as I climbed in the backseat.
“I mean he does work for me.” Jensen laughed.
“Poor Cole.” I smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes at my teasing.
Cole started to drive. It was quiet as Jensen rested a hand on my knee. I can’t believe he came all this way to see me.
“Jensen why did you come here?” I asked biting my lip.
“Ouch you’re not happy to see me? Is it the surfer dude? It is isn’t it?” He jokes turning towards me.
“you know I’m always happy to see you, I’m just surprised is all.”
“I told you to celebrate.” He said not meeting my eyes.
“you came all this way to celebrate.?” I asked not believing him.
“yeah, a good thing happened to me and I wanted to share that with you.” He said simply.
I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.” I said smiling.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He smirked.
I playfully slapped his chest. I looked out the window as the car stopped.
“a dock?” I questioned.
“come on.” He smiled pulling me out of the car.
I saw a big yacht docked in the water.
“we’re going on that?” I asked smiling.
“yep.” He said pulling me onboard.
He pulled me on deck letting me look around. I had never been on a boat before so this was a new experience for me. Jensen disappeared down in the cabin, trading his suit and tie for just a pair of board shorts.
I swallowed looking at his toned chest. I had seen him naked already but somehow it still always got me flustered. He smirked at me before going to the wheel.
“wait you’re sailing this thing? I laughed coming to stand beside him.
“yep, and you’re going to help me.” He smiled starting to depart from the dock.
“I don’t think you want me to help, I mean do you want to crash?” I joked.
“It’s okay, it’s a private bay, can’t crash into the water.” He said.
The boat picked up speed as he sailed further and further into the bay. I felt so at peace as the wind blew through my hair. I couldn’t fight the smile that I donned. I noticed Jensen watching me intently.
“come on, you’re taking the wheel.” Jensen said pulling me in front of him.
“no I can’t.” I laughed nervously.
“I got you don’t worry.” He said placing a soft kiss to my neck.
He put his hands on top of mine, showing me how to sail the ship.
“Jensen don’t let go.” I laughed.
“I have too, you’ll be fine.”
Jensen moved his hands settling them around my waist as he held me against him.
“Oh my gosh I’m doing it!”
He laughed pecking my cheek. He took the wheel again slowing the boat to a stop. I walked to the edge looking at the beautifully calm water. Jensen came to my side, climbing over the railing and standing over the edge.
“what are you doing?”
“swimming.” He said jumping off in to the water below.
He submerged only for a second before popping back up.
“well what are you waiting for?” He asked calling up to me.
“you’re crazy.” I yelled.
“please for me?” He called smiling.
I bit my lip, finally letting my secret slip.
“don’t laugh, but I can’t swim.” I said my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
He didn’t laugh.
“Don’t worry I got you.” He said for the second time today.
I sighed shaking my head before pulling my sundress over my head so I was just in my bra and underwear. I nervously looked at the water.
Was I really doing this?
I closed my eyes jumping in feet first. In an instant my body was engulfed in the cool water. I panicked momentarily before I felt warm hands go to my waist. Jensen smiled as he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we floated in the water.
“see you’re okay.” He said holding me up.
“you’re crazy.” I laughed my hands gripping his broad shoulders.
“Me? You’re the one jumping in to the ocean when you don’t know how to swim.” He joked giving me a wink.
“I find that my logic usually goes out the window with you Mr. Ackles.” I whispered.
“is this more?” He asked bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.
“huh?”
“At Jared’s you told me that you needed more, is this more?” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was really concerned what my answer would be.
I thought back to that day. I didn’t think he was really listening to me, but it turns out I was very wrong.
“so much more.” I smiled wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.
I pulled back to see him staring at me.
“what is it?” I asked feeling a blush come to my cheeks.
“I just like seeing you smile.” He whispered looking in my eyes.
I swallowed nervously as his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. He leaned in resting his forehead against mine. I could hear his breathing become shaky. He gulped as he moved his lips a little closer. I parted mine waiting and desperate for the contact but he quickly pulled away looking embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I can’t, just not right now.” He said turning his face away from me.
I grabbed his chin quickly making him face me again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” I said running a hand across the back of his neck.
I could see behind his eyes that someone really hurt him, it killed me to not know.
“what was her name?” I asked hesitantly.
He didn’t answer just swallowed nervously.
“who did this to you? who made you feel like this?” I asked getting emotional.
“It’s in the past now. Come on it’s getting late, we should start heading back. He said swimming over to the ladder at the side of the boat.
He helped me on, pushing me up so I could pull myself out of the water. He pulled himself up with ease going back to the wheel. I sighed pulling my sundress back on. Jensen was silent as he sailed us back to the dock. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, leaving a trail of kisses on his back up to his neck. Once we docked the boat Jensen turned around in my arms pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.
We stood there a minute in each others embrace.
“thank you for this, and for not making fun of my inability to swim.” I said offering him a smile.
He chuckled a little. He opened his mouth to reply but his phone ringing caught him off guard. He quickly answered, eyebrows furrowing with worry at whoever was talking.
“yeah, okay I’ll be right there.” He spoke before hanging up.
“everything okay?” I asked concerned.
“yeah just something came up at work.” He said grabbing my hand.
“come on Cole can drop you back at your moms house.”
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“are you sure you can’t stay one more day sweetheart?” my mom asked as she hugged me for what seemed like the millionth time.
“I wish I could mama.” I said giving her a kiss on her cheek.
I pulled away wrapping my arms around Richard.
“take care of her for me won’t you?” I whispered in his ear.
“of course darling.”
I gave my mother one last hug before boarding my plane. It was another quiet plane ride. I was exhausted and just ready to be home. I was surprised to find Cole standing in the airport holding a sign with my name on it.
“did you think I wouldn’t recognize you Cole?” I asked laughing.
“Mr. Ackles requests your presence at his estate.” Cole said taking my bag from me and leading me out to his car.
“Is everything okay, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss anything Ms. (L/N).”
“Is Jensen okay?” I panicked.
“He’s a little preoccupied I’m afraid.”
I got sick with nerves as we drove to his house. Everything seemed fine when he left. I jumped out of the car before Cole could bring it to a complete stop, running inside.
“Jensen?” I called.
I was relieved to see him sitting on the stairs, hunched over with something in his lap. I walked over closer to him.
“Jensen?” I said placing a hand on his arm.
He quickly shrugged it off, standing up and glaring at me.
“what’s going on?”
“you tell me.” He growled dropping a newspaper at my feet.
I picked it up, shocked to see Jensen and I on the front page. We were standing on the yacht wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t just that but under the picture was my name printed clearly.
“so the paparazzi caught us..?” I asked trying to understand the situation.
“It was a private bay they shouldn’t have been able to, unless of course someone tipped them off.” He said glaring at me.
Did he seriously think I would do something like that?
“Jensen you can’t be serious, I didn’t even know where we were going how could I have possibly done that?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
“I don’t know (y/n) how did they get all that information in the paper huh? How did they know I introduced you to the cast? How did they know I won’t kiss you huh? How did they know about our arrangement? HOW DID THEY KNOW?” He yelled in my face.
I shrunk back as he raised his voice. I never did well with people raising their voice at me, but when he did it, it felt like knives going into my chest.
“I don’t know but I didn’t say anything Jensen I swear.” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks.
“God I’m so stupid. You’re just like her. Fuck.” Jensen growls grabbing a vase of flowers angrily hurling it against the wall.
The vase shatters on impact making me jump.
“Jensen please you have to believe me.” I begged reaching my hand out but he stopped me.
“you’re just like her.” He said the hurt evident in his eyes.
“Jensen I have no clue what you’re talking about because you don’t tell me ANYTHING. I’ve tried to be understanding but this is crazy. I would never sell you out to some sleazy journalist.” I yelled feeling my emotions on overload.
“I think you should leave.” He said sitting back on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.
I could feel my heart breaking.
“I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered desperately wiping some tears that fell.
He glances up at me quickly before glancing back down.
“well you shouldn’t, this was never a relationship.” He huffed.
“If I walk out that door I’m not coming back.” I said taking a shaky breath, the tears flowing like a waterfall.
He didn’t respond, just continued to stare at the floor. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.
I left.
I left without another word, without looking back.
I left.
Author Note:
I’m so sorry for breaking your heart! Butttt we’re getting a glance in to why Jensen is the way he is! We ain’t done yet so please stick around for more! And as always if you’re enjoying please let me know with a heart, reblog, comment or a follow!
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Part (VIII)
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mlm-writer · 8 months
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If I Should Become a Stranger (Smokescreen x GN!Reader)
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Pairing: Smokescreen (TFP ver.) x Human!Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1608 POV: Second Summary: Smokescreen left you over a decade ago to rebuild Cybertron and until today, you had not heard from him since. Note: Read a Transformers novel and then it really dawned on me how beings with such a long life span must view time differently. So this fic explores that a little. Inspired by this song. Tags: angst, hurt no comfort (for smokey tbh), breakup from Smokescreen’s POV and song fic. 
Humans would argue that in war, there was nothing as precious as love. In war, one should hug one's friends more often, hold one's family tighter and kiss one's lover longer. Such was the philosophy of men; cherish what you have now you have it. It was quite befitting to a race with such short lives. Cybertronian's however…
Even in war, many acted like life would never end. There was plenty of time to fight one's friends. There was even more time to find it in you to mend things, patch up the wounds you created together. Even when friends started to lose the light in their optics, when the streets started to fill with the husks of neighbours, when tomorrow was more a wish than a promise, even then, Cybertronians were often found doing anything but cherishing the moment. 
Smokescreen was no different. Sure, he was impatient and young by comparison, but even to him, everything seemed to be able to wait, 'fore there will be a later. Hence why he had no reservations about going to Cybertron to rebuild. Hence why he could look upon his human lover with a smile as bright as the full moon on a clear night, while saying his goodbyes. "I'll see you soon," he had said while swaggering backwards into the space bridge. You had believed him as much as you had loved him back then.  
"Hey Ratchet, any messages for me?" You asked as you always did when visiting the medic at the old base. Ratchet looked down at you with those same sorry optics. He didn't need to say anything, but he always gave you the courtesy of an answer. 
"I'm sorry, there has been no communication for you," he spoke evenly, trying to keep the pity out of his voice. It was always like that. At first you stopped by every few days, then weekly, monthly, every few months… at some point you forgot to go altogether. You moved for work, so it was suddenly a whole journey to come visit. You got fired from that job, then you got a new job. You fell in love, got your heart broken, broke a limb, healed both and what else? It was just life - life without sentient alien robots, explosions and secret government missions. 
It almost seemed like it had all been a dream. You had almost forgotten about all the adventures of your youth, were it not for that scar on your arm you got from a brief brush with Soundwave at the satellite array. That was just the start, but somehow you made it through several threats to the planet fairly unscathed. That scar on your arm was the only big reminder you had of those days aside from the pictures stuffed in a box in your garage, somewhere on a shelf that was too high for you to reach without a chair to stand on. 
You were about to drive back from work to that garage when you caught sight of a familiar car in the parking lot. The colours were not as you remembered them, but it was strange to see a sports car like this at an office like yours. You stared at the vehicle for a long time and then sighed, before opening the driver's door to your car. However, as soon as you opened the door, the sports car you had been staring at earlier flashed its lights and started honking. You squinted your eyes and closed the door again. 
You locked your car and walked over to the other car that was making a ruckus. As soon as you approached, it quieted down and the driver’s door opened on its own. Against your best judgement, you got in. When you sat down, the seat belt wrapped itself around you and the engine revved to life. “Missed me?” A familiar voice came from the radio as the car drove out of the parking lot to God-knows-where. However, hearing that voice, you felt no fear, no worries, just a deep-seated resentment that had been dormant for many years. 
“Smokescreen,”  you greeted your ride with a tight voice. Said Autobot made a joke about how you simply could not forget him. It only angered you more. You had forgotten, mostly, until now. After that greeting, the air chilled down and not a word was exchanged, until Smokescreen pulled up at the side of an abandoned road. There used to be a factory at the end of it, but since the building had been decommissioned, no one used the road anymore; it was leading to virtually nowhere nowadays. 
The seat belt unfastened and you got out. When your shoes hit the dusty ground, the vehicle transformed into a shape that you used to know. You marvelled at his size as if it was the first time you witnessed his transformation. Cybertronians did not age, but that young face you used to know seemed more mature anyway. There was something about his gaze that got more intense, more serious. There was a slouch in his posture that was the telltale weight of responsibilities befitting an adult. 
Smokescreen whispered your name after a while of quiet staring. “Why are you here?” You inquired as a response. Hurt was evident on his face, but you thought it was a valid question. For over a decade, there was radio silence. Why would he be here if not for another danger looming over your planet? 
Smokescreen let out a scoff. “To see you of course!” He beamed in spite of everything. It was your turn to scoff as you crossed your arms. Your ex looked you over and then, very intelligently, said: “You’ve become bigger! That’s really cool! I forgot humans could do that… Want to go to the drive-in theatre today?” 
You sighed and turned to walk back to your car. It was gonna be a long walk, but you were stubborn and too prideful to tell him to drive you back. “There are no drive-in theatres in this area..” 
You barely got a few steps away when Smokescreen yelled from behind you. “I should have left you a message! I’m sorry!” You kept walking, tears prickling in your eyes. “I forgot!” He added as if it was a valid excuse. 
“Well, I forgot who you are!” You yelled over your shoulder, speeding up your walking. You heard your ex transform behind you and like a bad movie, he started driving next to you. All that was missing was pouring rain, but the sky was so clear, you could see the many constellations gradually making themselves known. 
He was driving with the door closest to you open, trying to get you to get in. “Come on! It has not been that long! I admit I have changed a little, but I’m still me, your Smokey…” You tried to block his voice out, stubbornly trudging on down the abandoned road. “I came back, because I started talking about you so much, Arcee practically shoved me into the space bridge to shut me up. It’s been like my processors always circle back to you.” He swerved and came to a halt right in front of you, forcing you to stop walking. “I told you I would see you soon…” 
You took a deep breath, ensuring that whatever you said next would be spoken in a normal, even tone. Smokescreen reverted back to bot mode, looking at you with pleading optics that could once pull your heartstrings. However, those times were long behind you. “Smokescreen,” you started like you were lecturing a child, “it has been like what? A decade and some? That may not be a long time for you, but I am human. A decade right now is about a third of my life. You made me wait a third of my life. Does that sink in with you?” 
Smokescreen seemed to shrink, pinned under your intense gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered eventually. His servos clenched and unclenched. You could see his processors working overtime, just to formulate a response. “I guess you’re right. Cybertron has become quite lively. I proved myself a leader. I made a lot of new friends… Maybe it is a long time…” For someone with a seemingly endless supply of RAM, he was awfully slowly putting the events of the past decade in perspective. His voice trailed off after every sentence. Eventually he just whispered one last thing. “A third…” 
You pitied him. You had enough time to mend the heart he broke many years ago. To him, however, he came back like he said, just to find what he left behind to no longer exist. Without a word he transformed into his alt mode. “I’ll take you back,” he stated. You did not resist this time and got in. 
The drive back was quiet. You did not speak. He did not speak. Only white noise filled the spaces between one heavy spark and only a slightly lighter heart. He drove you back to the parking lot where you had your car. You were about to get out when you heard his voice one last time. “For what it is worth, let me just say: I love you. You’re the best thing I ever had.” 
In spite of him being a stranger from the past, your heart ached. “Your life is long. You’ll love again. Don’t worry.” You patted the steering wheel and then got out. You did not look back and by the time you sat in your car, your car was the only one in the parking lot with the lights on.
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rachaelswrites · 1 year
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Saved the Day
Avengers x Teen!reader
Word Count: 673
Requested By: Anonymous
can i request one where shes like 14 and and they don't want her to go on a mission but they end up getting captured and she saves them<333
Warnings: One curse word
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“Please please please?” you whined, following Steve around the tower. For the past ten minutes, this wall he had heard. The whole team was about to go on a mission and you weren’t allowed. They said it would be too dangerous for you so you had to stay.
“Y/n we talked about this already. It’s too risky for you to go with us. I’m sorry,” he said, stopping in his tracks to turn and face you, “You can come with on the next one. I promise.”
You huffed and turned away, off to find the next person to bug them. So far, both Steve and Nat had said no. You hoped Tony would help you since he was all about rule breaking and bending.
~~~~~ 
Come on Tony. I thought you out of all of them would say yes. Let me go please,” you begged.
“Kid, I’m giving you the same answer as everyone else is.It’s too dangerous,” he explained. He was sympathetic for you but didn’t want to risk getting you hurt. Your parents would kill him if that happened, “And don’t try asking Banner. He’s going to say no as well,” he said as you turned to leave.
“Fine,” you mumbled, accepting your fate as being benched. You headed up to your room and sulked for the whole night.
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The next morning when the team was packing to leave, you sat on the floor nearby watching them get everything they needed ready and on the quinjet.
Natasha noticed you looking glum and walked over to you, “Hey, you aren’t missing out on too much fun. We’ll be back in a day or so.”
You shrugged, “I still want to go with you guys. Even as back up?” you asked.
“I’m sorry Y/n,” she said, loading up the last of her bags onto the jet. The rest of the Avengers followed her on the jet. They all waved goodbye to you and you waved back. You got up from the floor and walked out of the hangar as the jet fired up and left.
~~~~~
The mission didn’t go as planned for the team. They were immediately swarmed by the enemy and they had no way out. They were held captive and their only hope of getting out was S.H.I.E.L.D coming to get them but a team couldn’t be sent for a few days. As a last resort, Tony used the panic button he had installed in his suit to send an alarm to the tower where you were.
You received the message and quickly got suited up so you could go and save your team.
~~~~~
Since you were going on the rescue mission, S.H.I.E.L.D was about to send you with a pilot and a jet so you could get there and back safely but that would be the easiest part of today. You still had to go in by yourself, fight off enemies and get your team back.
It took work but you managed to find where they were all locked up.
“Hello there,” you said, a smug look on your face as you unlocked the cell door Natasha was in.
“Not the time,” she said, stepping out of the cell as soon as she could, “You get the others and I’ll cover you.”
You shook your head, “I cover and you get the others. I did manage to do what you guys couldn’t.”
Natasha groaned but got to work freeing the others. She wasn’t going to waste time arguing with you when she could get the team out and back to the tower.
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“You’re welcome,” you said once everyone was back at the tower, “I saved all your asses today and I wasn’t even supposed to be there.”
“Okay we get it. We underestimated you,” Steve said, “You proved yourself today.”
“Thank you,” you replied as Steve walked by you and ruffled your hair, “So does that mean I won’t be benched again?”
“We’ll see about that,” Tony said.
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midn1ghtdreamer · 1 year
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Deku X Reader
Missing Date Night
You had planned this date months ahead to your boyfriend’s busy schedule, but it seems like he forgot yet again.
Contains: slight angst, fluff ending
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You were so excited about your date that you took the time to remind Izuku about it every 5 minutes. Purging his phone with various messages of Hope you’re excited for tonight!! And Don’t forget it’s at 6 <3.
You put on your favorite outfit for this date, taking extra time to get ready, and drove to the restaurant. Not only was it difficult to get a reservation there, but this restaurant was also a huge staple for your relationship with Izuku, since you had your first date here.
The waiter lead you to the far back where the private dinning area was hidden. This was the only way you could share private time with your boyfriend out in public. Under normal circumstances he would be bombarded with fans asking for pictures and autographs. The crowd would separate the two of you for who knows how long, but nothing would happen this time. Everything would perfect.
That’s what you thought at least. Sitting there patiently waiting for your green haired partner to arrive.
You held onto hope, ordering drinks and food for the both of you. All the hope you had dwindled away when the restaurant started closing at 10.
The entire time there was spent by yourself and the sympathetic waiter. “I’m sure he’ll show soon,” she said. “Maybe he’s busy. I’m sure being the number one hero is a hard job.” She even brought you a free dessert when closing hours hit as an apology for kicking you out.
You weren’t sure what made you feel worse: knowing that you were walking away from this date by yourself or how small the waiter made you feel with her empty promises.
The urge to reach for you phone and contact Izuku took over you with an overwhelming rage. How could he forget about you? Were you really not that important to him? Are you really that forgettable?
A confrontation was forming in your mind the entire way home, but it wasn’t used. Because he wasn’t home. There was no sign that he had ever been home to get ready for your date.
You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, typing aggressively while tears made your hands slick. Why aren’t you home yet?
He never opened the message.
It was 1 in the morning when Izuku finally made it home, exhaustion pulling at his body. He took his time taking off his shoes when a takeout box caught his eye. He hurriedly grabbed his phone, checking the date, as dread swept over him. How did he forget? Sure he had a ton of work to do, but you had planned this date for the longest. He knew how excited you were to have your own time with him away from his work.
He knocked on the bedroom gently, not expecting to find you asleep. When he saw the dried tears on your face his heart sank. He had to make this up to you somehow.
You felt soft kisses on your face the next morning and promptly turned over not wanting to talk to the man in front of you. He didn’t deserve your attention today, not after what he did to you last night. A sigh could be heard, “I deserve that,” Izuku said. “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, baby. I really am.”
“Where were you,” you mumbled, your arm hiding your face from him.
“The agency.” You hummed knowing that would be his answer. “I got caught up in work an—“
“And you lost track of time, I know,” you sniffled.
He reached out turning you to face him and wiping the tears from your face. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You averted your eyes from him, “I’m tired of all the empty promises Izuku. I just…you never following through with what you say.”
“I know darling…I know. I can keep the promise this time though. I have today off and rescheduled our dinner date. See,” he held his phone out. Showing the time of the reservation. “I made breakfast too.”
“Izuku…,” he reached out to hold you whispering apologies in your ear. He knew he could unintentionally ignore you at times when he’s deep in his work, but it was never like this.
“How about this. Next time there’s a date I’ll plan it. It’ll be harder for me to forget if I coordinate it, you know?” You nodded against his chest, attempting to collect yourself.
You would do anything to fix the bumps in your relationship with Izuku and you can tell he would do the same. That’s what made you love him so much.
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heavenlybutler · 2 years
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i can’t keep waiting
part two
pairing: austin!elvis x reader
summary: elvis returns from tour and the two of you officially get together. but problems arise when he explains the plans the colonel has for him.
warnings: (horribly written) smut, fluff, some angst at the end, probably some grammatical errors.
note: i’m embarrassed at how many hours i’ve worked on this part. i’ve written out so many things and ended up deleting them to start over. also, i absolutely suck at writing smut so just bare with me as i try to get better at it. there will probably only be one more part after this one. i’m still shocked at all of the love it’s been receiving because when i had originally posted it, i had no idea for what i wanted in part two. all that being said, i hope everyone enjoys! if you have any ideas for part three please message me because i need all the help i can get lol. thanks so much for all of the love!! <3
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elvis kept his promise to you about keeping in touch every day. he called every morning and every night. he’d share every single detail of his days, not wanting you to feel like you were missing out on a second of it.
you had gotten through the first two weeks without elvis with ease. you distracted yourself with work, taking extra shifts just to keep yourself busy. but it had almost been three weeks without him and it was definitely starting to get to you.
you didn’t want elvis to know how selfishly you missed him. you knew he’d turn around his car in a flash if he knew that you’d been lying in the bed crying over him all day. elvis always sounded like he was having the time of his life whenever he called. you were happy for him but it hurt you to know that being away from each other wasn’t really affecting him like it was you.
“you barely said a word on the phone this mornin’. and now, i can still barely get a peep out of ya’. what’s on your mind, baby?,” elvis’ voice echoed out of the phone and into your ears.
“just tired is all,” you mumbled, playing with wire coil that connected the phone to the wall with your fingers.
“you sure that’s all?,” elvis questioned, concern lacing his voice.
you ignored him, wanting to hear your own question answered, “do you miss me?”
you heard a light chuckle from the other end of the phone, “‘course i miss you. i tell you everyday, sweet heart. why would you even question that?”
“it’s just… you sound like you’re having the best time- which i’m so happy about. god, i’m so proud of you, insanely proud. you know how happy i am for you, i tell you all of the time… but it’s like i’m drowning without you here. and i know it’s selfish to say… i just feel stupid because i’m the only one drowning…”
“y/n, you’re the first thing i think about when i wake up in the morning and the last thing i think about before i go to sleep. you never leave my mind lonely. you’re always there, not anyone else, you. i miss you just as terribly as you miss me, i promise.”
you immediately felt guilty for asking that after his sweet response, “i know- and i’m sorry. i just miss you, like a lot.”
“ain’t gotta be sorry, darlin’. you don’t have to miss me much longer either ‘cause when i get home, you ain’t leaving my sight,” elvis chuckled, bringing a small smile onto your face.
“only one more week…,” you reminded yourself out loud, trying to keep positive.
elvis and you conversed for a few more minutes before yawns started to escape both of your lips.
“getting sleepy?,” elvis asked.
“a little but i would rather stay up and talk to you,” you yawned, once again.
“i’on wanna keep you up ‘cause i know you got work in the morning… i’ll call you as soon as i wake up, ‘kay?”
you groaned, knowing you were going to miss his voice as soon as the phone call ended.
“okay,” you mumbled, elvis hearing the pout in your voice which earned a chuckle from him.
“i love you, y/n. sweet dreams.”
you never got tired of hearing those first three words coming out of his mouth. elvis hadn’t forgotten to tell you those words before ending every phone call in the past three weeks
“i love you, elvis,” you smiled, placing the phone on the hook.
“have i mentioned my boyfriend is coming home sunday?,” you spoke to your coworker, maria, with a large smile on your face.
“only about ten damn times,” maria laughed as she rolled her eyes.
maria was a couple of years older than you and she had become one of your best friends through the past year of working at the diner. she was very easy to talk to and was like a big sister to you.
“i’m sorry,” you giggled, slapping your hand to your heart pretending to take offense. “i just can’t wait to see him…”
you and maria talked over milkshakes since there were no customers at the moment. it was currently three in the morning on a friday, you didn’t expect any more customers until the morning rush at six. so the both of you made yourself comfortable in a booth.
“what’s he like?,” maria asked out of pure curiosity.
“well first of all, he’s very- like very, very handsome. he’s caring, sweet…,” you went on for minutes, gushing over the boy.
“i didn’t even know they made men like that anymore. where did you find him?,” maria joked.
meanwhile, elvis was on his way back to memphis earlier than planned, which you were completely oblivious to.
“you ready to see your girl?,” scotty nudged elvis on his shoulder with a grin as elvis drove down the road.
“ain’t ever been so ready for something in my life,” elvis chuckled, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
elvis had told his bandmates about you the day they had left for tour. he needed to tell someone about you, he just couldn’t hold it in. bill and scotty were a bit surprised at first, thinking of dixie. but elvis explained how he had never felt the way he did about you with dixie.
it was something completely new to him, he had always thought he loved dixie until he met you, it was something different. elvis fell in love with you. he didn’t know there was such a big difference between loving someone and being in love with someone until you.
two weeks into the tour, elvis had called dixie and ended things with her. the guilt was getting to him and he just couldn’t drag her along for another two weeks. she took it exactly as elvis expected, tears and screaming.
elvis felt bad for days after but he knew it had to be done eventually. he knew dixie would get over it sooner or later. he had almost gotten the whole situation off of his mind until a few days later, his mama called him.
“why in god’s name did dixie just come here cryin’, elvis?,” his mother practically screamed through the phone, obviously upset.
“i broke up with her, mama…,” elvis spoke softly, hoping his mother would calm down.
“why would you do that? y’all two were happy… been together two years…,” gladys trailed on repeating herself, “why would you do that?”
“i met someone,” was all elvis responded, ready for his mother to explode through the phone again.
“on the road? you couldn’t have known the girl ten seconds, elvis! what were you thinkin’? you two were happy,” gladys spoke with so much anger in her voice and it dug under elvis’ skin to hear words come out of her mouth that weren’t even true.
elvis ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down before he flipped. “mama, dixie ain’t been happy with me for the past six months. she’s always complaining about me having no damn time for her,” elvis paused, waiting for a response but not getting one so he continued. “the girl i met… i met her months ago at that diner me and the boys go to, uptown in memphis.”
“so you’ve been cheating on the poor girl?,” gladys painfully choked out, like he had hurt her too which made elvis’ heart pound.
“no, mama…,” elvis lied through his teeth for the sake of his mother ever being able to look you in the eyes. “we’ve just been seeing each other as friends but i know there’s something more there. her name is y/n, she’s wonderful really. she’s kindhearted, caring, a hard worker… she reminds me of you.”
elvis talked about you for days until his mama finally accepted the thought of you. gladys could tell that her son already loved you just by the way he spoke about you. she ended up telling him, “all that matters to me is that you’re happy.”
so elvis took that as a win in his book, he couldn’t wait to introduce you to her. but he didn’t tell you anything about the dixie situation over the phone, he’d rather tell you in person because it was a lot to take in.
it was pushing five in the morning as you laid your head on the booth you had been sitting in for hours now, trying to fight sleep.
maria had almost fallen asleep too but shot up when headlights pulled into the diner parking lot.
you heard a groan leave her lips before she sat up straighter, “got a customer…”
“rock, paper, scissors?,” you mumbled sleepily as you peered up at her, hearing the door open behind you.
maria rolled her eyes at you, looking over to the entrance where a boy was walking in, “this one ain’t bad on the eyes, i’ll take him.” maria smirked as she got up, your head falling back to the table because the last thing you were interested in was a random boy walking into the diner at five a.m. you didn’t even care to take a glance at him before your eyelids fluttered shut.
that was until you heard a very familiar voice. there’s no way, you thought to yourself before lifting your head up. your once sleepy eyes shot open as you saw elvis standing by the entrance, his eyes already on you.
you immediately stood up and ran over to him. you felt tears build up in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck. his cologne scent that you had missed for weeks engulfed you immediately as your head rested in the crook of his neck.
elvis’ arms wrapped tightly around your body, lifting you a few inches off of the floor. you had to be dreaming, you couldn’t believe this was real life.
your mouth hung open as elvis placed you back down on the floor, your hands placing themselves on either side of his cheeks. you simply stared at the face that you had been missing for far too long. elvis looked tired and it showed in his eyes, but he looked happy.
“is this real?,” you mistakenly asked out loud. you couldn’t believe he was here, right in front of you.
“it’s real, darlin’,” elvis smiled widely, placing a kiss on your lips that was basically all teeth because the both of you just couldn’t stop smiling. “i ain’t ever leaving you again,” elvis whispered against your lips while wiping a tear that fell down your cheek.
you looked back to the large clock on the wall, maria noticing you checking it as she had been viewing your whole love fest.
“y/n, get out of here! i’ve got this,” maria smiled at you widely.
“are you su-,” you couldn’t get your question out before maria cut you off.
“you love birds better go before i change my mind,” maria said with a shewing motion of her hands.
“i love you!,” you yelled to her as you grabbed elvis’ hand and dragged him out of the diner.
the two of you walked to his car, hand in hand. elvis politely opened the door for you as he always did.
elvis slid into the driver's seat, smiling when he turned to look at your face. he could never get tired of looking at you after going a month without seeing your face.
“what do you want to do?,” elvis asked as he cranked up the car. it was a silly question for it to be five in the morning.
“want me to be honest?,” you smiled as you reached over the console to grab his hand from his lap.
elvis nodded his head as he smiled back at you, “i’d love nothing more to get in my comfy bed and go to sleep right now,” you paused, “with you of course.”
elvis leaned over the middle console to place a short kiss on your lips. “i was thinking the exact same thing,” elvis chuckled.
“mama is out of town with her boyfriend so she won’t be there to chew us out in the morning,” you explained before elvis had the chance to ask. your mom loved elvis but would never be comfortable with letting any boy stay the night with you.
the drive to your house was filled with a lot of comfortable silence besides you questioning him about why he was home so early. elvis explained that the last show was canceled so he and the boys left and headed back to memphis before the sun even rose yesterday.
the two of you made it to your house a few short minutes later. you made your way into the bathroom, putting on your pajama slip that you had taken off and mindlessly thrown on the floor the previous morning.
you then walked into your room, seeing elvis already curled up in your bed. the clothes he had been wearing sprawled out on your floor. his tired eyes met yours as you walked over to the bed.
“comfy?,” you chuckled while pulling back the covers to crawl into the bed next to him.
“very,” elvis smiled, extending his arm out on a pillow so you could lay your head on it. you reached to turn your beside lamp off before cuddling into him. you laid on your side, head laying on his shoulder as you wrapped your top leg around him. it had to be one of the best feelings in the world to simply be beside the boy that you love.
you felt like you could finally release a breath that you had been unknowingly holding in for a month. you were unbelievably content in his arms.
“god, i’ve missed you,” elvis whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead which made you look up at him. the room was dark but the moonlight that came through your curtains illuminated enough light for you to faintly see his features.
you had your whole body wrapped around him but you still didn’t feel quite close enough. you leaned up onto your elbow so you could connect your lips to his. your lips were needy for him and it showed in the way you cupped his face to bring his lips impossibly closer to you.
your tongue almost immediately made its way into his mouth when he opened it even slightly. one of elvis’ hands placed itself on your lower back while his other hand rested on your thigh that was thrown across his body.
your hand left his face and placed it flat on his upper bare chest. you happily hummed into the kiss as you felt something hard on the inside of your thigh which was pressed to his crotch.
at that moment, you no longer thought about dixie. all you could think about was having the man you love inside of you so he was close to you. that’s all that you wanted right now.
elvis tugged at your thigh, signaling that he wanted you on top of him. before you did that, elvis broke the kiss to sit up so his back was rested against the head board.
“c’mere, baby,” elvis whispered as he patted his thigh. you immediately felt him under you when you sat down in his lap. elvis let a groan leave his lips due to the friction of you being sat on his erection.
you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. you yearned for more friction against your damp panties so you began to rock your hips back and forth slowly. elvis’ hands rested on your hips, squeezing them as he steadied you. you rested your forehead against elvis’, feeling his breath hit your mouth which was gaped open from pleasure.
“want you inside of me, elvis,” you whispered against his lips.
elvis had been waiting for this moment for months so he was quick to make it happen. his hands left your hips as you lifted them so he could pull his boxers down. as soon as he did, his length sprung up and slapped against his toned stomach.
you looked down in between the two of, in awe at his size. you had slept with a handful of people but never anyone close to his size. your breath hitched as elvis’ fingers came down to your panties, brushing over your folds as he pushed the lace panties to the side.
“you sure, darlin’?” elvis asked, looking into your eyes deeply. you nodded quickly because you had never been more sure of something.
elvis brought his palm to his mouth, spitting in his hand before spreading the saliva onto his length. he used it as lube, wanting to take any measure for it to be as painless as possible for you.
your hips hovered over his length as he drug the tip up and down your folds, stopping at your entrance. you grabbed onto his shoulders for support before sinking down onto the tip.
“go as slow as ya’ need to, baby,” elvis comforted you as his hands rested on your hips to steady you.
you slowly sank down a couple more inches, pleasure surprisingly ensuing you. a light moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
“makin’ the prettiest sounds,” elvis spoke which encouraged you take make more as you sink down some, him being halfway inside of you now.
it seemed as if he got thicker the farther you went down which caused you to start feeling a highly uncomfortable pain.
“elvis… i- i can’t,” you whimpered, the pain causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.
elvis’ hand grabbed your jaw, pulling your face close to his. his thumb rubbed circular motions on your cheek to comfort you.
“open- look at me,” elvis spoke, his voice deeper than usual. elvis waited for your eyes to flutter open before he spoke more, “doin’ so good for me, baby. you’re almost there…”
you focused only on his words, trying to forget about the pain. elvis could see the pain you were in from the look on your face and it was killing him. his current pleasure wasn’t worth your pain.
“we can st-,” elvis began to whisper but you cut him off quickly.
“n-no! just keep t-talking to me,” you managed to groan out.
“feel so damn good wrapped around me…”
you moaned as your zeroed in on the praise you were receiving.
“can’t believe you’re all mine… can’t believe your pussy is all mine,” elvis said as you finally bottomed out.
suddenly feeling him hit a spot inside of you that you didn’t know was there. your head went completely numb as your mouth dropped open. the pain was still there but it didn’t compare to the amount of pleasure that ensued from the head of his cock sitting on your sweet spot.
elvis could have let go at the pure sight of the scene in front of him. he thought he loved you before but he felt something even stronger as your tight walls fully engulfed him. elvis was now experiencing an obsession over you. he was absolutely and utterly obsessed with you.
you stilled for at least a minute, trying to get used to the feeling of the new found pleasure.
“wan’ me to help you start movin’, darlin’?” elvis asked as his hands left your cheeks and placed themselves on the underside of your thighs.
“please,” you managed to whimper out.
elvis gripped your thighs as your knees dug into the mattress on either side of him. he began to lift you gently, sliding you down on him even more gently.
the pain started to subside the more you moved so you kept going. a moan left your mouth each time his tip hit your sweet spot.
you brought your mouth to elvis’s, pressing opened mouth kisses to his lips every few seconds.
elvis’s hands left your thighs as he noticed you were now guiding yourself up and down on him. elvis enjoyed the slow pace you were at as he looked down in between you, watching his cock disappear into you when you bottomed out.
elvis started to bring his hips up to yours so you wouldn’t have to do so much work by yourself. but once he started he just couldn’t help himself from going faster.
suddenly elvis was fucking up into you, at a harsh and fast pace. you didn’t know what had came over him but you let it happen. the most erotic sounds escaped from your mouth as his tip hit your spot, over and over again.
“such-a-good-girl-for-me,” elvis grunted in between thrusts. those words alone bring a new sensation inside of your body.
“elvis, i-,” you started but couldn’t get the words out because of elvis repeatedly pounding up into you.
elvis felt you clench around him, immediately knowing what your previous unfinished sentence was about.
your whole body began to shudder, the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach unwinded while elvis still pounded into you. sobs spilled out of your mouth from the pure pleasure that was running through your body.
elvis wrapped his arms around your body as he flipped over to lay you down on the mattress, his cock still in you as he did so. elvis brought your legs around his waist and rested his head in the crook of your shoulder, slowly pushing into you.
a sob of overstimulation left your mouth as you clutched onto elvis’ broad shoulders.
“i can-can’t,” you groaned out, elvis stilling inside of you. he pulled his face from the crook of your neck to look at you.
“you can be a girl for me… i can go slow for my good girl. take me for a few more minutes?,” elvis asked but it came out as more of a demand.
you nodded your head because you’d do anything to make him happy. as long as he was happy, you were happy.
elvis was absolutely pussy drunk as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of you. in that moment, he had never felt more in love in his life.
“love you so much, darlin’,” elvis whispered into your ear, peppering kisses below it. “s’glad you’re mine…”
elvis had never experienced sex this good in his whole life and neither had you. he never wanted it to end but he knew that wasn’t realistic.
“ain’t no man ever gonna touch you this way again. you hear me?” elvis grunted, his pace growing sloppier. you loved how possessive he was becoming over you.
“i’m yours, all y-yours,” you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.
elvis brought himself deeper inside of you with every stroke. the feeling you felt earlier returning to your lower stomach.
elvis brought his head out of the crook of your neck to look at you, “i’m gon’ marry you one day…”
the words made your eyelids flutter open, finding elvis staring at you with pure lust in his eyes.
“you want that, darlin’?”
elvis bottomed out inside of you, staying still for a few seconds which almost drove you up at the wall.
“y-yes,” was all you could manage to choke out because your orgasm was very close to approaching again.
“gon’ have all my babies? let me fuck you like this for the rest of your life?” elvis rambled breathlessly.
“mhm…” you moaned out as you gripped onto his black hair.
elvis decides in his head from that moment on, that no one else would have you. you were his and were only ever going to be his.
the next few days were spent with elvis by your side every second. he finally told you that he ended it with dixie weeks ago, which you shouldn’t have been so happy about but you were. you were just happy that he was yours, officially yours.
elvis introduced you to his parents and immediate family very quickly. it was so quick that you barely had time to process everything around you, but you were happy. gladys and you got along surprisingly well in the past week. elvis would bring you around everyday, you felt like you were invading but elvis insisted on it.
you were helping gladys clean up the dishes from the meal you and his family had just enjoyed. elvis and his father sat at the kitchen table and chatted as you made small talk with gladys.
the whole day had been wonderful but you felt like elvis was on edge for most of it. you thought about asking him if he was alright but you figured you were just overthinking.
that was until elvis suddenly stood from the dining table, walking over to lean himself on the corridor of the kitchen.
your attention was drawn to him when you heard him let a cough out. you looked over to find him nervously fiddling with his fingers.
“um… i wanted to give it some time until i brought this up,” elvis spoke, looking between you and his mother’s nervous facial expressions, “but the colonel fellow that took me on the hayride tour… he thinks we could do some great things together.”
gladys sat her dishrag on the side of the sink before asking, “great things… meaning what, elvis?”
elvis’ eyes traveled down to the floor as he continued, “television, recording contracts, hollywood… the colonel wants to represent me exclusively. he wants me to do more shows with him. he said he could have me signed to a big record label that has national distribution… like rca.”
the words that flowed out of his mouth sounded absolutely crazy to you. you thought there was no way that any of those things could happen.
“elvis, you sound crazy… i don’t know what this colonel has put in your head to make you think he could do all of these things. sam phillips is a good man we can trust but we don’t know this colonel from a nail in the wall,” gladys spoke with disbelief in her voice which also showed on her face.
he would be leaving you again… and that was the only thing that you could think about. elvis had promised he’d never leave your side again but apparently he had completely forgot about that promise.
elvis continued to go back and forth arguing with his mama. you stared emptily at the kitchen floor, you couldn’t process any of the situation that was going on around you.
“darlin’,” you heard the familiar nickname come from elvis which pulled you out of your staring trance. you looked up at him, not even wanting to hear anything else come from his mouth because you it would be disappointing.
“the colonel also mentioned to me that i’d have to put it out there…,” elvis paused to nervously look away from your eyes, “that i ain’t got a girl…”
your heart broke into a million pieces at the sound of those words. the tears that you had been holding in were now falling down your face. you couldn’t even look at him anymore, it was making you sick.
you quickly ran out of the kitchen and past elvis, escaping his failed attempt of grabbing hold of your arm. you ran out of the apartment complex as you heard him chase after you.
you sprinted as fast as you could, hearing him shout your name behind you.
“baby, slow down! just come back,” elvis yelled as he ran down the street after you.
you body started to give out on you the longer you ran. you finally had to stop, leaning against a brick building as tears now covered your whole face. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make the tears subside. you knew elvis wasn’t far behind you but you didn’t know how far until you heard his footsteps a couple feet away from you. elvis immediately tried to wrap his arms around you for comfort.
“don’t come near me, elvis!,” you breathlessly yelled as you pushed his arms off of you.
elvis had never seen you so upset and it was breaking him on the inside.
“baby, i won’t tryin’ to break up with you… i was just-,” elvis started but you didn’t even want to hear what he had to say.
“i can’t do this,” you shook your head as you began to walk away from him. elvis quickly grabbed your arm which made you turn around and snatch it from his grip.
elvis backed up at the sudden movement, “just talk to me… we can figure this out, i promise, y/n. i love y-.”
you cut him off quickly by raising your voice, “you don’t fuckin’ love me, elvis! you’ve kept me hidden away for four damn months until this past week! y-you promise not to leave me over and over! but as soon as i finally get comfortable you’re trying to get out of the door again!”
“no, baby. that ain’t it,” elvis spoke with a shaky voice, “i want you to come with me… everywhere. i want you to be there every step of the way. i won’t ever thinking about leavin’ you again.”
elvis spoke sincerely but all you could hear leaving his mouth was pure bullshit.
“you expect me to follow you around like a damn lost puppy? i have a job, elvis! i have a life!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, pointing your finger to his chest.
you saw tears begin to fall from elvis’ eyes and as much as it broke you… you had to act like you didn’t care because apparently he didn’t care that much about you.
“i want to make a life for us, y/n… a new one, a better one… one where you don’t have to work your ass off every single day to make tips just to help your mama pay the water bill. all i want is to take care of you, damn it! why the hell won’t you let me?,” elvis’ voice became louder as he got more frustrated with you.
all you could do was shake your head, letting silence linger for a few seconds.
“if this life includes me being hid away in a damn closet for the rest of my life…,” you spoke as you inched closer to him, “then i don’t want anything to do with it,” you spat.
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