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danielricciardofan101 · 2 years

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PUT ME THROUGH IT

song : suki waterhouse - put me through it

summary : part 2 of good looking.

pairing : daniel ricciardo x driver!oc

warnings : swearing, angsty, implying of cheating, mentions of motorsport accident.

a/n : english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry about any mistakes - this is based around the 2018 season / the season daniel is in renault and just left redbull.

part 1 : good looking

he thought he could move on - he thought that monza would finally leave his mind and the ex mclaren driver would no longer occupy his thoughts of when he knew her.

“dan?” a quiet female voice speaks to the male, sounding almost scared as he leaned into his couch in his drivers room, his renault helmet sat on the table and his sweaty curls stuck to his forehead - “daniel?” his name was repeated once again and he finally snapped out of his mind,

“huh? emily?” he looks over at her, her soft expression almost making him feel his heart skip a beat. “you were crying daniel sorry. i don’t like to see you like that, i know monza is hard for you,” she explains in a gentle manner, and it almost threw the australian off,

“did you hear my-“ the male cuts himself off, not wanting to talk about the voice message he just left on another woman’s phone like it was casual.

daniel felt cruel, almost disgusting that claire still clouded his thoughts, that she was the one he thought about before a race and the one he wanted to win for, not emily, who sat besides him for a year now, but he knew that she knew she was a replacement, something to help his heart heal and restore from the damage it dealt with.

“i’m sorry emily, i didn’t know you were looking for me,” he says as he looks down at his hands, glancing at the flower tattoo that was for another woman, a woman who he so dearly missed it made his chest ache.

“i’m here for only you dan.” she spoke softly, placing her hand on his knee and squeezing it reassuringly as he stays silent, the words were kind, but to daniel it only meant that she only had her eyes set on him, her heart only begging for love from him.

“thank you emily. i really appreciate it,” he mutters gently, taking ahold of her hand and for a split second imagining it’s claire’s, but he soon places a kiss upon it and presses it to his forehead as he sighs heavily, closing his eyes as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

winter break, a time an f1 driver waits for all season just to get a bit of fresh air and a day off training. but as daniel stood in front of the door, glancing at the golden metal number that it displayed ‘21’, chuckling to himself at the significance,

he wonders if she looks the same, if her voice sounds the same, if her fashion sense is any different and if she ever abandoned the roses and butterflies she adored so much back in the day.

the male wasn’t here because of an invite, but more due to begging lando for her address for nearly an hour straight, he didn’t know why he was desperate, he just wants to see her, even a small glance at her would work wonders on him. she reminded him of an easier time, of a time where they were younger, rivals on the track but lovers off track.

but he also wonders what went wrong, why did she just ghost him? leave him alone to overthink every bit of their what seemed to be perfect relationship?

a buzz from his phone in his pocket causes him to shake his head and take it out, glancing at a text with almost dread bubbling in his stomach,

emily :)

hey dan - i was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight? x

emily was the perfect woman, she was patient with him, she wasn’t angry when he felt too many emotions and she didn’t judge him. she loves him for who he is and not his achievements, but he knew she was hurting, despite all the love she threw his way he couldn’t give it back - feeling disgusting when he thought about moving on from claire,

claire norris, a woman he wanted to marry, have babies with, have a few dogs and cats with and grow old with, he just wanted her by his side, but she left him all alone. and he didn’t know why.

he knew he should blame her, say it’s her fault they are no longer together and it’s her fault he’s been heartbroken since, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

he knew the crash in monza was a serious one, landing claire in the hospital for at least two weeks and then forcing her to retire. he knew she wants to move on from the world for formula one, and he felt sick to the stomach when he finally knew he was apart of that world.

“daniel?-“ her sweet voice causes his eyes to widen and look up in shock, his deep brown orbs making contact with hers and claire almost felt her heart beat out of her chest, “what are you doing here?..” she asks as she held the door open, looking behind her to make sure her cat wouldn’t run past her legs and down the hall of the apartment floor.

daniel looks at her, and he feels a lump form in his throat and he notices her bleached blonde hair, messily tucked behind her ears, her hair was different, he notices the turtleneck, trench coat, flared jeans and heeled boosts, her fashion sense has changed, he noticed the piercings in her ears, she has changed. she was different, just like he feared.

“claire i-“ he hears his voice crack so he cuts himself off as he holds the wine bottle in his hand - “i came to visit you.” he says in almost a stern voice, causing her eyes to widen slightly, “to visit me?- daniel how did you get my address?” she speaks with raised eyebrows, the male’s shaky hands run through his hair and he sighs slightly.

“i asked lando for it. well more like begged lando for it, and i’m sorry i used your brother to get to you. but you changed your number and want nothing to do with me.” he speaks in a gentle voice, not in a harsh tone like he expected himself to, and he was happy with that.

“i’m sorry daniel i-“ the male cuts her off and shakes his head, “it’s fine. care to join me for a drink?” the male asks, raising the wine bottle and it took a few seconds of silence for the female to sigh and nod, opening the door wider and fully cancelling the plans she had in her mind.

“come in,” she says and the male nods, joining the bleached blonde female in the apartment, admiring her as she takes off her scarf and coat, “are you cold?” she asks as she turns to him, some strands of her hair falling in her face but she quickly tucked them behind her ear,

“huh?- no-“ the male sighs heavily as he finally slips off his jacket, the female smiles slightly, sensing his nerves as she walks down the hall, feeling and hearing his presence behind her.

“you don’t have to be nervous around me ricciardo,” and those words caused him to nearly drop the wine bottle in his hand, his eyes shooting in pure shock as he felt his chest ache, “daniel! jesus you’ve gotten clumsy,” she chuckles out as she catches the wine before it could hit her floor.

“you don’t have to be nervous around me ricciardo,” she teases him as she walks down the track besides him - no a mclaren driver and a redbull driver weren’t suppose to do a track walk without both of their crews but rather with each other - especially if they were rivals. but claire couldn’t help the fact she purely enjoyed daniel’s company,

“i’m not nervous around you norris,” he says as he felt his cheeks heat up, the male rolling his eyes as he spoke as the mclaren driver chuckles her hands joined together behind her back as she walked slightly ahead of him,

her mclaren cap on her head, covering her light brunette hair that was braided in a low braid, her mclaren hoodie that kept her warm from the slight cold air of the afternoon, she would always look beautiful in daniel’s eyes, and he swore to keep her close for the next season, and the season after, and then the seasons afterwards.

“i’m so sorry- i just reminded myself of something. i promise i’m not nervous,” he mutters out as they reach her kitchen, the female placing the wine bottle down on the counter and she turns to him, leaning her back against the counter and she smiles ever so gently, “you don’t have to explain yourself daniel. it’s okay,” she said reassuringly, flashing him a closed eye smile that he missed seeing so dearly.

“i’m also sorry for bothering your brother. and coming here. i know-“ the male gets cut off by claire as she passes him a wine glass, it being half full, “i’m willing to talk about it. but with a bit of alcohol in my system,” she says with a small smile and daniel nods, following her to the living room,

where the pair sits down on the couch, the female placing the bottle of wine on the coffee table and daniel looks around the room, spotting a cat tree and a fluffy black and white cat sleeping on top of it, “you got a cat - you always talked about getting one but you were worried no one would look after it while you were gone for races,” he says with a small smile, claire hums in response, “what’s the name?”

“his name is honey,” she answers his question rather quickly, “honey?” he questions with a raised eyebrow as he looks over at her, and she smiles softly as she nods, “my mum calls him the honey badger,” she says as she feels a slight blush develop in her cheeks, the female looking down at the wine in her glass - “that’s cute,” he says as he felt his heart skip a beat, a smile pulling at his lips.

claire glances over at daniel, admiring his longer curls she’s always adored, and his stubble, causing her to smile gently, “how are you daniel?” she asks softly, causing him to look over at her, the male freezing for a few seconds as their eyes make contact, “i-i’m doing fine. i’m happy,” he says, a lump forming in his throat as he realised he just lied to her, her soft smile causing shivers to run down his back, “how are you claire?”

the female smiles at him, “i’m fin-“ her words get cut off by the door bell, which causes the female sighing softly, “sorry daniel,” she mutters out as she gets up from the couch, placing her wine glass down before she walks down the hall, causing daniel to let go of a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“sorry my neighbour just popped by.” the female mentions after a few minutes of her talking at the door, the male admiring her living room as he stands up, “mhm. claire?” he asks, placing his wine glass down, “yes daniel?”

“i can’t seem to forget you. i always think of you,” he chuckles at his own words, his words causing claire’s expression to turn into a shocked one, “everyone told me-“ the female cuts herself off as she realises how stupid her excuse was,

“you have someone else now daniel. i don’t know what you want from me.” she says, in an almost bitter tone, cause deep inside she selfishly wanted him to be stuck in the past and still missing her, but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to want at all.

“i just want one more night, one last night with you besides me claire. just so i can finally fucking move on.” he mutters out, standing up and looking at her, causing her eyes to widen, “daniel that’s messed-“ she gets cut off by the male approaching her, and his arms wrapping around her, bringing her to his chest,

“daniel, i can’t do this to you. to her.” she says, pushing him away as she feels tears well up in her eyes, and her eyes glancing over at daniel didn’t help, some tears slipping down her tears, which she quickly wiped,

“don’t be angry at yourself for moving on and growing daniel. you don’t need me anymore.” she says with a small sob, her words causing his heart to skip a beat, almost break into tiny pieces, she was rejecting him? no. she was approving him moving on.

“claire i fucking need-“

“you don’t need me! you have your family! your girlfriend! so many people! you have so many people that love you daniel.” she chokes out, the female letting the tears slip down her cheeks, the female holding back a sob as she looks at him, her heart shattering at his upset expression, his teary glossy eyes and the male almost looking at her in disbelief,

“i don’t need you anymore daniel. please let me go.” she sobs out, wiping her eyes afterwards, swiftly turning her back to him, the female sobbing silently into the palms of her hands as he stands in silence, her words echoing through his mind, his stomach dipping and he felt almost ill.

“you don’t need me?…” he mutters out, a chuckle of disbelief slipping past his lips afterwards, “i thought, you love me? i thought we were…” he mutters out in disbelief as he feels a lump form in his throat,

“we were nothing daniel. just rivals on a track in some fast cars. it’s all meaningless in the end.” she speaks in a bitter tone, causing him to look at her, and his expression softens at her red eyes and nose, her glossy eyes that look at him,

“you’re suppose to look at her like that daniel, not me. you should move on ricciardo.” his surname sounds like venom from her lips, causing him to look away from her, his eyes filling with tears as he looks down at his shaky hand,

“please tell me this is some sick joke.” he mutters out, his tone filled with disbelief,

“i don’t love you daniel. i don’t need you anymore. please move on.” she lies through her teeth, her heart shattering into small pieces as tears slip down his cheeks.

the australian wasn’t a crier, he rarely cries, and claire’s heart broke at the fact she was the one that was causing tears to leave his beautiful brown orbs,

“fucking leave and don’t come to my door again ricciardo,” she says, storming off to her kitchen, where she lets tears slowly slip down her cheeks, wiping them desperately with her sweater sleeve, her heart aching as she hears the front door slam.

and the australian leaves her brighton apartment, with his heart at the door, and her words lingering in his mind.

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denimjacketkisses · 2 years

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Cringe.

Description: A few days have passed since you came to Hawkins for your winter vacation with your family. You’ve met up with your old friend Billy and tonight’s the night he decided to take you to a party.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!Reader.

Disclaimer: Language, Drinking, mentions of vomiting. Carol being a bitch.

A/N: And, I said I’d be back (like 300 years ago, I know, I know), and here I am. Writing trash for my trash boyfriend who in my mind is not dead via Mind Flayer and is living his life in Hawkins, to maybe not the fullest, but hey - he’s got his friend around, the reader. I’ve had this idea swirling around my brain thanks to the song Cringe by Matt Maeson. Things ‘bout to get angsty and maybe handsy. Thanks for sticking around through all my hiatuses. Ya’ll are appreciated.

This is a series, here's:

Part's: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4

It had been almost a week in Hawkins. Billy had driven you around the small town, the snow looked as if it was melting, and puddles were beginning to form. The weather hadn’t let up though, it was still colder than an ice box. He’d taken you to the quarry, where he confined more of how his life was turning upside down, how he felt he couldn’t control Max, but he didn’t want to. Just didn’t want to get beat by Neil for her being a rebellious teenager. He spoke of a boy named Steve, who he apparently beat his face in, one night. You told him he shouldn’t have. He agreed. You’d all but done everything the small town of Hawkins could allow you, that was until one afternoon - Billy and you were walking the cold streets, your arms wrapped around yourself. He came to an abrupt stop, his features crumpling up, his eyes lost in thought.

“What is it Billy?” You looked up at him, a smile tracing your features. You knew that look, he was thinking and thinking HARD. He was trying to pick his words carefully.

“So-” he paused slightly, before his eyes finally untrancing from the tree behind your head and looked at you. “Classmate is throwing a big party tonight. I know you’ve done the big parties, but that’s back home. This is like, shit small town, party. I just -” he paused once more, biting the inside of his cheek. He wanted to take you, wanted you to enjoy yourself. Maybe meet Tommy, maybe not though, since he knew Tommy would try to get with you, but he wanted you there. Wanted his friend by his side as he chugged down a keg and once again held the title of ‘keg king’. His mind continued to wander and wander until his name was ringing in his ears again.

“Billy? Biiiiilly” you spoke, waving your hand in front of his eyes. “If you’re asking if I want to come to this party with you, then I will.” You watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, his lips soon coming into a smile.

“Good, good. Great!” He laughed, his arm looping around your shoulders, throwing you into his side. “Now, let’s see what Neil Hargrove’s credit card can get my best friend?” He watched as your head whipped around, about to tell him ‘no’ but he wouldn’t take that as an answer. His friend needed to look good. Especially if he planned on showing you off.

Billy wanted to take you to this party, he almost begged but after you had found ‘the outfit of the century’ as you deemed it, you refused to have him see it before you walked through the doors of this girl Tina’s house. You had gotten a taxi to drop you off. Still surprised that you could even get a taxi in Hawkins, it dropped you off at the address Billy scribbled down for you. Cars littered the road, your eyes landing on the blue camaro as you stepped out of the taxi, paying the driver. You adjusted the skirt you had bought with Neil’s money and wrapped your torso up tight with Billy’s leather jacket. All - leather - everything did NOT go well in cold Indiana weather and you had to make a mental note to never do that again. You approached the camaro, praying Billy was actually inside it and before you could confirm or deny, the driver side opened and you swore you almost saw Billy’s cigarette fall from between his lips.

“Well hello to you too” his eyes trailed your body for a moment, before meeting your eyes and smiling. You’d never admit it, but as much as you claimed Billy and you were just friends, you would always have a small crush on the blonde.

Billy watched as you rolled your eyes at his comment, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “So this is how you spend my asshole dad’s money. I like it. There’s only one downside to all of this..” you watched as he took a drag of his cig the smell of smoke filling your nostrils and somehow warming your skin in the frigid cold. “I’m gonna have to kick a bunch of asses tonight if any one of these hicks gets handsy.”

You laughed so hard you were convinced your lungs were going to give out. You could feel abs forming under your stomach. Before you could muster something sarcastic to Billy, his arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulders and you were walking on the uneven terrain of Tina’s parents' landscape. Thank God for your choice of combat boots and not heels.

You made your way into the packed house, bodies cluttered the front entrance as Billy pushed his way through, curses and “move fuckin’ losers’ getting tossed around as he finally pushed you two towards the living room of the home. Your eyes wandered up to Billy’s face, noticing the look in his eyes, the anger he held there. It was a permanent fixture on his face the minute he had passed the threshold of this random girls house and you realized that this was his demeanor, always. He had to keep up this facade. You knew this wasn’t the Billy you had grown up with, you knew he needed to play a part.

In your thoughts, you missed where Billy had introduced you to the host of the hour, Tina, who departed shortly and he was soon introducing you to Carol and her boyfriend, Tommy. Your eyes blinked quickly and you shook your head, eyes finding Billy’s and then finding the faces of the two in front of you. You reached out your hand, giving Carol’s hand a firm shake. Tommy had attempted to high five you, but it ended in a collision of an open hand to your outstretched one. Instantly recoiling your hand back, scratching your neck, a small smile on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you two, Billy has told me a lot about you guys. Good to put names to faces. I’m y/n, by the way.”

Carol, seemingly already plastered, giggled and threw her weight into Tommy’s side.

“B, here hasn’t said a word about you, BUT if you look like THAT, I guess you're his secret spank bank.” You watched as she giggled once again. Your smile falling off of your face. If these were Billy’s friends, you truly wanted nothing to do with them. You went to slip yourself out of Billy’s grasp, but he tightened it.

“Tommy. Tell your whore of a girlfriend to shut the fuck up.” Billy gritted through his teeth. Quickly turning on his heels and taking you with him to the kitchen where a punch bowl of probably heavily laced fruit juice sat. He grabbed two solo cups and filled them to the brim, softly placing one in the palm of your hand. Your eyes were downcast, watching the ripples of the drink slowly dissipate. Lost in your thoughts, you felt Billy’s fingers take hold of your chin, lifting your face to look at his.

“Hey.” He breathed out, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were alright. Billy knew Carol was just being a jealous bitch. She always was, regardless if she was sleeping with Tommy or not. He knew he had spoken about you. She was just a jealous bitch and a waste of space. Especially if she was upsetting you.

“Ignore what she said. Carol’s just mad that I’m not with her tonight. Come on, we’re gonna have a good time. Raid Tina’s fridge, drink some shitty beer and maybe if you’re feeling real hungry later we can grab some burgers?” A small smile played on his lips, eyes firmly set on yours, waiting patiently for an answer. You chuckled, shaking your head loose from his grasp, your lips finally coming into contact with your solo cup as you took a sip of the strong alcohol with a small nod.

“Yeah, William. Sounds like a plan. Just, before we eventually leave, I’m gonna need to have a talk with your bestie Carol.” You slyly replied, earning yourself a chuckle from the boy beside you.

“There’s my girl.”

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You couldn’t recall what time it was, you were a good seven drinks in and if you moved your head a bit too fast, you were convinced you would fall over. You had lost Billy amongst the sea of raging teens, settling on sitting on the floor of Tina’s kitchen, eating an entire box of Twinkies seemed like the appropriate and responsible thing to do, instead of swaying your way into the arms of some random dude. You people watched, seeing a couple of girls making out in a corner, being cheered on by some horny dudes. Another small circle of guys playing beer pong, even though it was just the four of them. You watched as a guy named Steve danced with his girlfriend, Nancy. They seemed sweet, from your small interaction you had with them earlier in the night, but based on the way their expressions changed when you mentioned you were friends with Billy and came here with him; it sounded like Billy wasn’t their favourite person - you then wondered if that was THE Steve who Billy had mentioned punched him. With the minimum amount of interaction you had with the teens, you concluded the general population's answer was that Billy Hargrove was an asshole. Seem’s your friend had a reputation. Which you KNEW he needed if he was going to survive here. Sweet Billy wasn’t going to cut it, but you had to admit that it broke your heart a bit to hear that he really was alone, stewing in anger and hatred the longer he stayed here.

Your fingers tapped the inside of the now empty Twinkies box, your drunken snack was finally gone and you were tired of sitting around this overly stuffy and overcrowded house. With a heavy sigh you peeled yourself off the tile floor and stood up on shaky legs. Alcohol, bad on empty stomach. Twinkies, not helping. Find Billy.

You weaved your way through the crowds of cliques, stepping out onto the back patio, the last place you had thought to look for Billy and with a stumble to your right - near a set of lawn chairs, there you found him. A cigarette tightly pressed between his lips as he leaned against the patio fence.

“BILLYYYY” You yelled, stumbling your way towards him. As if he hadn’t touched a lick of alcohol, his quick reflexes caught you before you planted face first on the warped wood.

“Well hello, stranger. I see you’ve been having a good time. How much have you had?” He asked, his lips turned in a smirk, cigarette barely staying in his mouth as he spoke.

“Enough. But, I - I’m ready to go home. Tummy says hungry and I think Tina will be mad if she finds out I ate all her Twinkies.” You throw your arms up slightly, noticing that the empty Twinkie box was in your hand. With a quick and uncoordinated move, you fling the box out into the expanse of the backyard. “Gotta hide the evidence!” You hiccuped out.

Placing his hand on your shoulder, Billy plucked his cigarette from his lips, stomping it out on the patio and pushing you towards the front door. Praying you didn’t upchuck your illegally smuggled box of Twinkies anytime soon. “Come on trouble, let’s get ya ‘outta here, shall we? Don’t need your parents gettin’ mad at me for gettin’ ya wasted and havin’ ya out past midnight.” He states with a chuckle, pushing you through the crowd of teens, he almost made it to the front door without incident - until you spotted Carol by the door. Your eyes narrowing as you drunkenly pointed a finger at her. Billy waited, in amusement for whatever you were about to tell her. “Hey! Carol” Billy watched as Carol turned at your words, a look of disdain plastered on her face for the visitor from out of state. “Yes? Billy’s so-called best friend?” She spewed with venom in each word, directed straight for you and for Billy. Before Billy could even make a move, you slipped out of his grasp and took a wobbly step towards her. Your index finger pressed to her collar bone. “First off. Your skirt doesn’t match your top. Get better at coordinating your clothes, if you’re such a hot shot at this shit High School you attend.” A hiccup and you’re continuing your rant. “Secondly, if your so in love with Tommy, stop trying to fuck Billy, he’s not gonna want you, you aren’t his type and - and - third - e - lee -” you annonciate, your finger pushing into her collar bone a bit more, “you’re a big dummy head.” You finish your rant, proud of all you’ve accomplished, that is - until you can feel the box of Twinkies come back to give Carol a real run for her money. Your finger now takes a grip onto her shoulder and before Carol can even back up, the entire contents of your stomach are on Carol’s ugly skirt and shoes. Lifting your head up slowly, your eyes come in contact with a mortified Carol. Her shrill voice causes ringing in your ears, as you hear Billy laughing his ass off behind you. With a small smirk and a light push off her shoulder, you shrug. “Sorry, but I think the vomit matches your uncoordinated outfit perfectly.” You smile slightly and turn slowly, finding Billy bent over laughing. “Come on Billy, I’m - I’m sleepy. Let’s go home.”

Throwing his arm around you in his regular fashion, you two make your descent out the front door and towards the camero, “Let’s get you into bed trouble. You’re gonna be nursing one hell of a hangover.”

While strapping you into the camero Billy chuckles as he listens to you continue to rant about Carol and her ‘Big Dummy Face’. He finally gets you settled in, making sure you're entirely secure, he makes his way to the driver's side. Revving up the engine and heading down the road in what feels like a matter of seconds. The hotel you and your parents are staying at is a good thirty minute drive from Tina’s so he’s got some time to slightly sober you up. Placing his Pantera cassette into the cassette player, the lyrics slowly filling the silent car. His fingers tap along on the steering wheel, his eyes sometimes distracted from the road to glance at you, make sure you’re still breathing and haven’t choked on your own stomach acid.

In his fifth or maybe sixth glance over, he finds you, eyes staring back at him. Barring into him, he swears you were burning a hole into the side of his head with how intensely you were staring.

“Y - You know, Billy. You’re really pretty. I don’t know if any of these dumb Hawkin’s girls have ever told you that, but you are.” Your hand comes out, to hold his cheek, pushing his face slightly so he isn’t looking at you. “Watch the road. I can talk to you without you lookin’ at me.”

Billy laughs, his head shaking slightly in your poor grip.

“My eyes are focused, Trouble. I can watch the road and make sure my friend is alive and not throwing up in my car.” A small smile plays on his face, his eyes glancing over to you again.

You push your hand harder into his cheek, “Eyes. On. The. Road. Hargrove.” You muster out through gritted teeth. He knows there is no bite to your bark. Never has been.

“Anywaaaays, your friends are dumb. I’m mad that Carol thinks she can just GET with you. Why am I just your FRIEND?” Drunken you is brave and your feelings for the denim clad, mullet wearing boy is pushing to the surface.

Billy’s eyes knit together in confusion at your words. What do you mean, why are you just his friend? You’ve always been his friend? He uses his hand that’s been gripping on the stick to push your hand away softly.

“What are you going on about over there? Hmm? You’ve always been my friend. Always will be. You sayin’ you don’t wanna be my friend anymore?” He questions, his stomach slightly dropping. You’ve admitted a lot to him while drunk, but this is new territory, you’re questioning his loyalty to you. His one connection to something outside of his shitty life. He doesn’t like it. His hand on the wheel grips tightly, knuckles turning white as his brain fights the anger of the unknown that rages through his brain.

Your hand falls off his cheek, your head messily shaking side to side. A huff slipping past your lips as you refocus your eyes back onto his side profile. Once again boring into his head.

“No, dodo. Why am I JUST your friend? You don’t wanna be MORE than friends? You - you don’t love me?” your voice gets soft at the last few words, your head dropping slightly, your eyes now staring at the control stick and Billy’s hand.

With your question ringing in his ears, Billy doesn’t know if he wants to confess his feelings, or pull the car over and give you the third degree about why you're asking this now. He knows why. Alcohol makes the truth come out, Billy just didn’t know if this was a conversation he wanted to have while you were three sheets to the wind. His hand on the wheel flexes, the anger he once was building slowly dissipating at your question, your confession. His eyes glance over to you, and find your sullen face staring at the stick shift. His hand leaves the shift and finds your exposed thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“Hey.” He coo’s softly. He waits for your head to lift and find his face. You hadn’t realized he had stopped the car.

“Who said I ever wanted you as just a friend, obviously was fillin’ that pretty little head of yours with some bullshit; but, I’d rather we have this conversation when you're sober and less in that head of yours. That sound like a fair deal, to you?”

Billy watches as a small smile covers your features and you give him a small nod. “That works. I’m too - sl - sleepy for feelings anyways.” You respond. Billy watches as you lean your head back against the headrest, eyes closing slowly. He doesn’t miss the way your hand finds his, atop of your thigh, your small fingers linking in between his.

Billy always knew he was going to be royally fucked if you ever had feelings for him, ever reciprocated his feelings for you. He never thought it would make him this much of a, what Tommy would call, a “little bitch”. He’d take that title any day for you though. Sober you was going to have a whole come to Jesus moment tomorrow when Billy admitted his feelings for you.

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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years

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hello! I have been obsessed with the lighting-up-holy-oil-in-the-hollow-of-angel-wing-bones concept for torture since I read that particular fic of yours. It's delicious and I think about it SO often. So question: how'd you come up with that?

SO glad that you enjoyed that concept, fellow angst lover :)

Angel wings having hollows in them like bird wings is an idea I've been rotating in my mind for a while now. I remember a few months back I was ranting to angelfishofthelord about Cas trying to make sure he never loses any of his memories to Naomi again, and how horrifically cool it would be if Cas did things like snap his wings and hide notes to himself in the hollows of his bones where she would never think to find them (until, unfortunately, she does).

That fic (Safe and Sound, if anyone's curious) was ofc written for angelfish's birthday. Initially I wanted to gift her a different fic, but it didn't end up working out, and by that point there were like two days until her birthday, so I had to root through the depths of my brain for old fics ideas in order to get something written in time.

One of those old ideas was a scene that I had been wanting to write for a long time: Cas begging Sam not to look at him after his wings have been forced out because Sam doesn't know how violating it is for Cas. But I still needed something for the fic to build up to, aka, the torture that makes Cas snap and Sam comforting him afterward.

I was sort of pressed for time, so I decided to go with the iconic torture method for angels: holy oil. But I wanted to make it a bit more unique and memorable than just "the captors throw holy oil onto Cas" (even if that trope is both fun to read and extremely traumatic for Cas all on its own). So I was thinking about old fic ideas, and my brain sort of stumbled across my old ideas about angel wing bones being hollow, and then suddenly it clicked and my brain went "hey, you know what would be really angsty...?"

In that moment when I first thought of the idea, I actually did plan for the holy oil to be lit on fire, but I realized about .3 seconds after I actually started writing it that maybe it was a bit too angsty, especially for a birthday fic lmao. (Also, I listened to a million songs while trying to find a good title for the fic; as I was listening to Coldplay's 'Fix You', I heard the lyric "ignite your bones" and almost died ahdkjfaskfhs. I was very tempted to make that the fic title but didn't end up following through).

And there have been some very kind and amazing people in the comments of that fic who informed me of some practical aspects of that torture idea that I wasn't aware of, including:

1) that bones have their own pain receptors that feel pain more intensely and for a longer period of time than muscle pain receptors, which would make Cas' wing bones being lit on fire excruciating even if the holy fire didn't burn through his bones and ignite his actual skin and muscle

2) that birds actually use the hollows of their bones as a part of their respiratory system to store oxygen

And this next part is slightly off topic, but I made a post a while back about how if an angel were to actually manifest their wings, it would probably kill them because their human heart wouldn't be able to efficiently pump blood throughout their entire body with the addition of two large appendages to their circulatory system (although this depends on whether an angel's Grace is strong enough to compensate, I suppose). But now I'm thinking about number 2 above,, if maybe angel wings are designed for them to be able to store oxygen in their wings while in vessels to keep their vessel's hearts from exerting themselves trying to pump oxygen-rich blood to the angel's manifested wings, and about how this would affect Cas after getting holy oil dumped into the hollows of his wing bones--

#cas slowly drowning + his heart over-exerting itself after all the blood he just lost...#I do want to write a second chapter for Safe and Sound‚ but so far the hardest part #is trying to come up with a way for the characters to get the oil out of his wing bones #me not knowing how to fix the problems I created 🙄#anywayyyyy. my ask box and dms are always open if you have any other questions or cas angst ideas you'd wanna share 👀#thank you so much for the ask!!!! it really made my day :))#i'd tell you god's name if you asked #katswrites #bri dont look #castiel

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aquata-the-champ · 1 year

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starfish are huge suck-ups: a mermaid playlist

Friday, November 11 -- Lo-Fi Beats to Be a Magick to: Create a playlist for a type of Magick in the Swynverse — you don’t have to have one in play! For instance, a werewolf playlist could include “Werewolves of London”, “Howl,” and “Running with the Wolves.” Minimum 10 songs, with a line or two explaining why you added it.

so this is a playlist that’s based on the vibe of a character who’s always been in the back of my mind but i never had much of a story/muse for and i really just liked the #aesthetic. it’s no secret that i love merms and i really love the idea of getting a merm who’s from a beach town like on the cape or the jersey shore or idk the outer banks, and just loves biking around and swimming in the ocean and partying it up and maybe saving the turtles! like tbh that just sounds like the life. so here’s a playlist based on that hypothetical character, and heavily inspired by the podcast welcome to provincetown, the show the summer i turned pretty, the movie aquamarine, and also just fun memories working in a beach town when i was growing up

1. Island in the Sun by Weezer

This song is from one of the major inspirations behind this character, which would have been very inspired by the deeply influential (to me) mermaid film Aquamarine. It’s when Aquamarine dances with Raymond (SWOON) at the beach party and I will just always associate it with the beach. I also think it’s a good intro to this playlist, all the “hey hey”s and the laid-back vibe that sets up the start of this playlist, which to me is the “beach day” part of the playlist!

2. Pacific Blue by Emily Zeck

This song is like if a pina colada was a song. It’s sweet and cute and conjures up the image of a person who just embodies the beach. And I think in general merm stories tend to be very angsty-- rightfully so, because usually the reason they have ended up on land is traumatic. But I think it would be fun to play a mermaid who has a more open and happy relationship to the sea. And that’s what this song does for me!

3. Lavender Girl by Caamp

Another song about just like a girl who has a great vibe. This song feels very summery and I think that, in an ideal world, a mermaid could have a really laid-back vibe and feel connected to the earth and the ocean and not have to worry about all the scary things mermaids usually have to deal with.

4. Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

You know what else is cool about mermaids? They can TRAVEL. Their tails give them the ability to swim way further than humans can, and they can be nomads if they want to be! (That’s how Bruce’s pod is). I’m imagining a merm who loves to explore and maybe a relationship where they can show the other person all the places they like to go! Another song about having a great vibe tbh.

5. Solar Power by Lorde

I couldn’t not. This song is all about ignoring your problems and moving to an island to start your own commune or whatever. I think that could be an interesting tension, maybe if this hypothetical merm character becomes aware of the issues her community is dealing with but she doesn’t want to face them! But can you good-vibes your way out of every situation...

6. Silk Chiffon by MUNA

This is another song that is just peak Summer to me. Life IS so fun! And yet there’s a tension in this song, between totally letting go and embracing your carefree side and also being a little bit anxious. I think it continues that theme from Solar Power and it’s a tension this hypothetical merm would be dealing with!

7. Summer Girl by HAIM

This is a similar vibe to the previous two, the tension between being carefree and summery and also having an undercurrent of uncertainty. I think this song also gets at the idea of having to be the kind of person that other people can lean on, which is a great thing sometimes and a lot of pressure as well. Our hypothetical merm might have to be that person in a time of disaster because people might perceive them as totally carefree, but maybe there’s more going on there!

8. Malibu by Kim Petras

Okay this song is just pure fun. I love this song, I think it is so summery and sweet and feels like a beach party. I wanted to bring the vibe back up and imagine our girl going to a party on the beach and having fun!

9. August by Taylor Swift (MUNA cover)

This song is also very beachy to me, like the end of summer when you’re saying goodbye to your beach town summer hookup and wondering if it could have been more. I decided to go with the MUNA cover here because I feel like it’s very vibey and mellow and I just like how dreamy it sounds.

10. The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen

This song was an amazing ender to the album and I also thought it would be a good ender to this playlist. What I like about this song is that, to me, it’s all about how you go on this long journey to find yourself and find happiness on your own and you’re glad you did it, but at the end of the day, you really still just miss the person you left behind. And I like the idea of this song as sort of an anthem for this merm doing all these things for other people and trying to help her pod, and then at the end of it she just wants to do one thing for herself. Does that make sense? I hope so lol.

So yeah! I will probably never get this character but I just like brainstorming, I think merms are really fun and hopefully this sparks some ideas for other people too! J O I N. US.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimoemma

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randowwriter · 2 years

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For the writer's ask:

1, 8, 11, 15, and 27

I started writing (not for school assignments) when I was about twelve years old. I started right away with poetry (that I thought were songs) and fanfiction. Or rather, my first fanfic was a fic written for my Science Class at the time, and while I did well on the assignment, that fanfic was awful. XD I had asked if I could write a fanfic for the class, and my teacher said I could. :) So, I set up my fanfic account then (after having lurked for a while, because I was an avid reader of fanfiction well before I wrote any). I could explain how I got into writing poetry, but ah, I'm a little nervous to share that publicly. XD 8. I don't think any comments have made me cry from sadness before, but I tend to laugh when I get some reviews, because some of my friends are really funny when they write reviews. XD @noctusfury on here is guilty of making me laugh all the time. XD Like, he writes really long reviews on my ANS fics, and he makes me laugh or even makes me reread what I've written and finally find the humor in it. He's great! I do know that as far as crying goes, sometimes I get really sweet reviews that do make me tear up.

11. I write a hundred percent for the readers. Not in a popularity kind of way; I'm not writing to get famous or to make a lot of money. I write sometimes for particular readers that come to mind; I have an assortment of fics that are very, very much aimed towards certain people. (I write a lot of ANS fics with Noctus in mind; a lot of ANS fics for particular readers in mind, and it expands outward.) I often find that the best motivation to work on some of my fics is a friend going hey, that's a great fic idea, you should really write that. XD So, I've literally repurposed fic ideas (where the fic ends up the same way as what I brainstormed) but it's more of a gift for other people. Sometimes I share a link publicly on my account here for the particular person the fic's for, or I send it to whoever it's for privately. I do write fics in mind for particular people, like when I began writing certain rarepairs, it was literally for whoever might ship them and can't write, you know? So, I'm happy when those readers do find it. And sometimes I learn the names (just account names, I guess) of people who I wrote it for, but knew nothing about. (There's a story that would take a detour off this question that relates to a book I read, but I'll behave and not ramble anymore.) XD 15. Ooh, I don't know. XD That's a tough question. I have been known to cry writing some of the Angst or Tragedy fics I've written, and writing fluff just makes me really happy. XD I think it depends on the story. I did get told once that my Angst isn't "Angsty Angst" (I'm sure it was put in much nicer and better words than this. XD) so take that as you will. (I have broken said reader's heart with a tragedy fic later, so who knows???) XD But I guess it depends on how I feel and what the idea is. I just had a lot of fun writing a nightmare fic where Yona deals with some PTSD like nightmare after chapters 99 and 100 and seeing what happened to Zeno. (But I also was kind of a wreck that day honestly, and needed something sad to focus on.) So, I guess it just goes back to how I feel. I love writing Angst when I'm already sad and need an outlet for some relief or at least as a means to take me out of my own pain, if that makes sense? And most the time, I'm writing fluff, so I guess most of the time, it is Fluff. :) 27. Well, I don't write smut. Which probably makes sense. I still feel an immense amount of guilt from the fic that came closest to that. I've written way too many things over the years, but there are certain types of pairings that I don't write anymore. The fact that there is an anymore and not a never bugs me a bit, but I hope my story somehow helps others out. I do not write Yuri, Yaoi, or polyamorous pairings, and therefore don't write harems. Other than those types of pairings and smut, I write almost anything else. (I don't write incest either, come to think of it. Definitely not of siblings or super close relations. I'm working out what that means for a year ago me who had written some SooYona, but only angsty.) I doubt any of my future writing will have cusswords in them, because simply put, I don't cuss. (Which somehow surprises people.) But I have written cusswords into stories back when I was a teenager and was trying to emulate the way certain characters spoke; I go back and forth on whether that was okay of me to do or not. So, I have honestly no idea if I'll ever write cusswords into stories again or not. We'll see, but I'm leaning on the not. I don't feel it's necessary for good characterization in dialogue anymore. (But I guess people grow up, and I'm living proof of that. I'm not like the little teenage writer I used to be.)

#writer's ask game #sctwilightvampwolfgal

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kurokens · 3 years

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You are a monster from Hell | Gojo Satoru

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

words: 1.1k

pronouns: none

request: "hey~~~ can i req an angst with gojo where the reader and him like each other but he pushes the reader away by being mean, you can come up with whatever reason you think will be best for gojo being mean UwU"

notes: hey! i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, i made it really angsty and it may have not been what you were expecting, im sorry... I hope you will still like it! again, still not an native english speaker so sorry for any mistakes.

not proof read

song rec: wrote this listening to this magnificient cover

genre: angst

warnings: a lot of angst, death, gojo is a fucking asshole, my writing

The first time Gojo met you, he thought you were the nicest person he had ever met, always so polite, unless the person didn’t deserve your kindness, and your smile always seemed to be illuminating the entire place. So, it was no surprise that he found himself gravitating towards you whenever you were in the room, searching for the warmth you would provide him just by being the amazing person you were. It wasn’t long before he realised that his feelings for you were growing stronger, and he wasn’t dumb, he could see that it was the same for you. The way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, or how you would always get out of your way to find new sweets for him to taste. Gojo knew that all he had to do was to confess to you and you two could be together, but he couldn't. Something was scaring him, maybe the concept of love, or just the thought of not being able to protect you and losing you to a curse. And this was enough to completely change the way he acted towards you, he went to being the nicest when you were around, to a complete jerk every time you were in a hearing distance from him.

“Heard you failed to exorcise yet another curse, quite a shame for a special grade 1 sorcerer don’t you think?” The white-haired man said in a taunting manner.

“Not now Satoru, I’m not in the mood.” You replied, truly not in the right state of mind to deal with another day of the annoying teacher bullying you.

“Oh, what’s that? Is someone moody because they couldn’t get rid of a weak ass curse, and had to get saved yet once again by the one and only Gojo Satoru?” He mocked you once more, looking down on you while floating above where the curse once was.

“Satoru, I said not now.” You started losing your temper all while trying to keep applying pressure on your wound, all you wanted was to go back to the school, get treated and sleep. But Gojo apparently had other plans.

“Why? Are you too scared to face the truth? About how you’re not, and never were fit to be a jujutsu sorcerer, and yet you keep being stubborn, and risk your life while you know you should just quit.” He continued, not once asking if you were okay.

“Stop it, please.” You barely managed to let out between broken sobs, but it didn’t stop him and he just kept going on and about how you were an incompetent sorcerer, and you just tuned him out, too tired and used to his harsh words to care anymore.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were crying. Was it because Gojo’s words were hurting you, or was it because deep down you knew he was right? You knew you never really were cut to be a jujutsu sorcerer, and you never wanted to. Yet, here you were, bleeding out from the injury the curse inflicted you, having to listen to the person you once liked tell you how you sucked at your job and how you were sure to lose your life one day, and he was right.

‘What a pitiful way to die.’ You told yourself, sitting yourself down against a wall, Gojo’s voice gradually fading to a mere buzzing sound in your ear. And while you were slowly losing grip of your consciousness you wondered to yourself how the two of you ended like this, you used to be so close.

“And how is my favourite human doing today?” You asked after feeling a presence behind you.

“I’m honoured by this title. I would say I’m doing amazing now that I’m with you. How is the second best sorcerer doing?” Gojo replied, throwing an arm around your shoulder to walk with you.

“Well, you already answered that one.” You teased, laughing when you heard him gasp right in your ear.

“I would have you know, that I am the best sorcerer there is. Apologise right now or face my wrath.” The extravagant teacher urged you with a pout forming on his face.

“Okay here, would that be enough for you, your majesty?” You laughed while offering some sweets you brought back from your last mission.

“Hm, let me taste them and then I will decide your fate.” The sorcerer answered, taking one of the treats from your hand.

“You’re a man child.” Shaking your head at his antics.

"But that's how you like me." The tall man teased, sticking out his tongue like a 4 years-old would do.

“Cat got your tongue now? Can’t give even your snarky comments anymore?” The white-haired man haughtily said, shaking his head at your lack of reply. "And I am the man child, you're pathetic."

“Your senior is talking to you, the least you could do is answer you know, that’s called common decency.” He insisted, only to be once again met with a morbid silence.

“Stop ignoring me now, you’re being childish. You should be used to all of this by now, you’re not telling me that this was the last straw? Are you that weak?” The jujutsu sorcerer mocked.

“Hey, I’m being for real now. Answer me.” He tried once more, slightly growing worried at your lack of response.

Gojo slowly landed a few feet away from you, calling your name restlessly only to be met with silence each time. Before he could even think it through, he was crouching next to you, shaking your body in hope to hear you say anything to him. The strongest sorcerer of them all crumbling down at the sight of your bloody body.

“Please, say anything, please talk to me, just say you’re not dead, please.” His words came out rushed, his panic evident for anyone to see, but he couldn't care less, not when your life was on the line. “I’m begging you please, anything. Please not you too, please don't leave me as well.” His movements were frantics.

Part of him knew his actions were useless, he could definitely feel the weight of your lifeless body in his arms, and how cold your skin was growing, but another part of him refused to believe it. And the reason was simple, he could have saved you, he arrived in time, he could have taken you to Shoko, he could have definitely prevented this, but he didn’t. You died, and it was all his fault. The sole reason he started acting this way towards you, his biggest fear, actually came true, and he was the cause of it.

Gojo Satoru was always told he was the strongest sorcerer, that he would save a lot of lives with his six eyes, but right now he couldn't see it. Not when he couldn't protect you out of all people. Gojo wasn't the greatest sorcerer, he was a monster from hell.

#saturn's writing #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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My Human, My Sunshine - Part 1

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Word count: 5194

Summary: Mammon finds himself lost in the human world. Meanwhile, MC can't get ahold of Solomon, their phone dead silent.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: My first writing piece for Obey Me! It's kind of a long one so I recommend you grab a snack or two during it. While this part is occupied by a good amount of text messages between Mammon and someone else, I'm already thinking of writing a part 2 which will have way more dialogue. In the meantime, please enjoy this little scenario I came up with after listening to a song that set me in an angsty mood. :)

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Wet. Cold. Exhausted. And completely lost.

Mammon felt all of those, and yet, his legs kept on marching into the dead of night, his jacket covering his head despite being too drenched to protect him from the rain anymore. Each time a droplet of water came rolling on his cheek, his wrist would come to brush it off, and Mammon would let out an annoyed groan. If only there were any shops open, but the city was definitely asleep. He was thankful for the crashing sound of the rain on the ground around him, along with the smell of the wet asphalt keeping himself awake, otherwise, he surely would have gone crazy by now. The demon had even lost count of how many hours he had been wandering through the streets, how many mailboxes he had checked, how few passersby he had come across, only to receive negative answers to his questions.

And so Mammon kept on walking, not sure where to go next. But he felt sure of one thing: he wouldn't stop moving until he had found what he was looking for. Be there rain, or no rain. Lost or not.

"Tch, the human world's weather really sucks..."

As he walked on the pavement, his brow furrowed from the lack of new clues as to where his destination was supposed to be. His eyes caught sight of a bakery he had already walked by earlier during the day, its gentle light piercing the darkness that had been accompanying him for far too long now. Mammon's brow furrowed slightly at the sight- he knew he had gone in circles time and time again, but seeing it confirmed once more rubbed him the wrong way. Despite that, he decided to walk towards it, and took shelter under the entrance's porch. Surely the owners wouldn't mind him checking his phone for a few minutes, right? Right.

Pinching between his fingers the precious D.D.D. he had tucked under his shirt to protect it from the rain, Mammon looked at the map again. His stomach dropped for the upteenth time upon seeing the address still showing in his search bar, the letters and numbers taunting him. A knot formed in his throat as he tried his best not to scream at his screen.

"It wasn't there, you idiot..."

His mouth formed into an angry pout. Mammon looked into the list of potential addresses he had made throughout the day, and all had been crossed out. He felt his jaw clench- not only was he left with no addresses, no other clues, no humans to help him, but also that stupid rain surely would keep on falling for the rest of the night.

He was truly cursed.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!" Mammon groaned, his free hand reaching upward to grab at his hair in frustration.

Yes... that was a good question. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could ask help from any of his brothers, or from the angels. It had already been a miracle a witch he knew accepted to snuck him into the human world without anyone knowing, but there was no way he'd get any more help from her without offering his own life in exchange. And contacting Solomon was absolutely out of the question, for his own obvious reasons that he still was suspicious of the guy.

For the longest time in a while, Mammon felt alone. More alone than he had ever been before. He had promised himself to go on this search on his own, stupidly thinking that it'd be over by the end of the day, and look where that got him. Lost in the human world, on the verge of catching some nasty human virus from all this rain that had poured on him, and without anyone by his side.

The grip on his phone tightened, the hand holding it shaking slightly as the anger was starting to consume the demon. Even Mammon's patience had its limits, and he was starting to reach it.

"Dammit, where the hell are ya-"

A pathetic yelp escaped his mouth as he looked in fear at his phone, which had buzzed for a very short second in his palm. Wait, was it a notification? But from who? He had taken all the necessary precautions before leaving, so who was still able to reach his number?

His mind ran through all possibilities as he quickly checked his screen, the name of the sender making him open his eyes wide.

Leviathan: Mammon!!

Leviathan: Where are you???

Leviathan: You promised me you'd play this new game with me after coming home from RAD, don't tell me you forgot?? It's been HOURS.

Leviathan: Also the others say they can't reach your DDD and Lucifer is seriously pissed!

Leviathan: And I know you didn't break your DDD, that wouldn't explain why I can send texts now and the others still can't. Even though mine didn't work before.

Leviathan: But do you know how much time and effort it took me to find a way to bypass a blocked number?? Well guess what, the same amount of hours since you broke your promise!

Leviathan: You're reading this, right? Then send something! Anything!

Mammon backed even more into the porch of the shop, his eyes stuck to the screen of his phone. All of the blood rushing to his head suddenly made him forget he was cold in the first place. Of course Levi would be the first to find a way to contact him.

The demon's chest rose as he breathed in heavily, his hands slowly wrapping around the phone. It took him a hot minute to get ahold of his trembling fingers so as to not make any typos, his mind debating whether responding was a good idea or not, even as he hit the send button.

Mammon: Sorry Levi, gonna have to postpone the gaming session.

Mammon: I got business elsewhere and I'm not sure when I'll come back home, if ever.

Leviathan: Ew stop sounding so gloomy, you're almost starting to sound like me and tbh it would be kinda creepy.

Leviathan: That still doesn't tell me where you are! I know it's like a common thing for you to get into shady stuff on a regular basis but even Lucifer seems concerned, and weirdly enough he's not even trying to hide it???

Leviathan: He's been pacing back and forth in the common room for 20 minutes and won't let go of his phone it's starting to creep me out.

Leviathan: Hey huh, if you really were in big trouble you'd let us know, right? Like, even by typing a secret message to let us know that you got kidnapped or whatever?

Leviathan: Nevermind, I really don't see why you'd even get kidnapped, so it HAS to be that you chose to disappear by yourself.

Leviathan: But anyway! It's been 2 months now since everyone's been acting weird and I've seen and heard you enough to CLEARLY see that you're getting worse but finding trouble with witches or whatever won't help you feel better. And yes I know you've been faking being fine the entire time!! Don't think you can fool me!!

Leviathan: Believe me and the hundreds of figurines I bought!! I thought they'd help and it's somehow doing nothing, I feel like the worst fraud of an otaku EVER!!! How can I call myself an otaku when I can't even find joy anymore in the things that make an otaku what he is??

Leviathan: It's like I'm losing my identity! Wait no screw that, it's not just me, we've all been losing it!!

The three dots of a message being typed disappeared and reappeared, and Mammon couldn't do anything but watch the messages of his brother pop up one after another on his screen. A sense of guilt surfaced inside of him, and it only made him frown. It's not as if he hadn't thought about asking Levi for help, before getting himself into this mess... but for both of their sakes, he had decided that it had to be him coming here, and only him.

But suddenly, just as he expected his brother to send another message, the three dots disappeared, and didn't come back right away. Mammon's focus on his phone increased at the unexplained absence of new texts from Levi, and he waited, expecting him to continue the chain of messages he had started. But nothing followed.

It wasn't in Levi's habits to suddenly stop texting in the middle of a flood of texts. The demon gripped his phone tighter, worry beginning to grow within his mind. Was it because they were in different worlds that their phones couldn't reach properly? Or worse- had Lucifer found him out?

His heart almost skipped a beat as the three dots reappeared under his eyes, before letting another message pop up.

Leviathan: wait

Leviathan: waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait

Leviathan: OMG NO WAY

Leviathan: MAMMON TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING

Mammon: I literally haven't said anything?

Leviathan: YOU PERFECTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Leviathan: DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD RN??

Shit.

How did he even find out?! Well... he could only assume that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where Mammon could have gone if not anywhere in the Devildom, but still, why did Levi have to type it out? His plan was supposed to be flawless after all.

Mammon: Sorry bro, I can't say where I am.

Mammon: I know Lucifer's bound to check all of your DDDs sooner or later and that's only gonna help him find me.

Mammon: And like I said, I have something to do, so I can't come back.

Leviathan: Wait! I'll delete all of our messages, and I'll even destroy my DDD if it means you tell me why you're there

Leviathan: Actually no don't even answer, there can only be one reason you took that kind of risk

Leviathan: Is it... because of MC?

Upon reading their name again, Mammon felt his stomach sink. The eyes of the Avatar of Greed closed almost instantly as if to avoid reading it, the damp air whistling through his teeth as he breathed in deeply. Of course Levi would figure that out too. Any of his brothers could have.

The demon leaned his head against the wall behind him, his eyes opening and staring into nothing as he contemplated telling Levi about his plan. It wasn't as if he had any backup plans considering the situation he was in, after all. And Levi had the advantage of being at home, and having access to technology and magic that could improve his search further. But the thought of Lucifer figuring everything out still haunted him, making the hair on his skin stand straight.

And yet... At this point, he had nothing else to lose.

Mammon: Ya gotta promise not to tell anyone about this.

Leviathan: Who do you take me for? I'm not a snitch!

Leviathan: Especially if it's about MC.

Leviathan: But huh... what about Lucifer? You know that if when he finds out you went to the human world, he's going to kill you.

Mammon: Fuck Lucifer.

Mammon: I'm tired of hearin' him say he's "taking care of it". He clearly knows something but won't tell any of us and I'm tired of not getting any news from MC since they left the Devildom 2 months ago.

Mammon: And what's with his excuse about them not havin' their DDD anymore to contact us? I call that a load of bullshit.

Mammon: Something weird happened and Lucifer's too stuck-up to let us know what it is.

Mammon: So I'm done waiting around to see when they'll come back, or IF they'll even come back. So I'm going to get them myself.

Mammon: Problem is, I went to MC's place, and they weren't there. Their neighbor told me that they moved out a while ago with, get this, "a guy with white hair".

Leviathan: ??????? Solomon?????

Mammon: I'd bet my Demonio and all the things I possess that it's him.

Mammon: Not only Lucifer's in on this secret thing about MC, but Solomon too. I've already booked him an appointment with my fists if he did anythin' to them.

Mammon: Hell, even Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be in it too, which sucks even bigger time.

Mammon: So that means it's just us 6 who don't know shit. I wasn't about to play nice and dumb for Lucifer any longer.

Leviathan: Mammon

Leviathan: I never thought I'd ever write something like that to YOU

Leviathan: but

Leviathan: you sound super cool rn!! That just makes me wish I could have gone too!!

Leviathan: Pleasepleaseplease let me help!!! I'm also worried about MC and I miss having them here. The atmosphere at the house has sucked ever since we realized we couldn't text or call them anymore and I huh... kinda miss seeing them around the others too.

For a split second, Mammon considered taking a screenshot of Levi's last message to sell it as "the proof that the Avatar of Envy can control his jealousy!", but now wasn't the time for that. He had Levi's approval for helping him find the whereabouts of MC, and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't even noticed his lips turning into a small grin upon reading his brother offering his support.

Mammon: Alright Levi listen.

Mammon: All I'm tryin' right now is to find where MC might be.

Mammon: I don't think they left the place I'm at, but I ain't about to search at every damn house there is here. Would take too much time anyway.

Mammon: So can ya use your shut-in powers and figure somethin' out? Like I don't know, catch their human phone's signal or whatever through hacking?

Leviathan: Lol? I'll let you know it's not because I spend my entire days in my room that I know how to find a human phone!

Leviathan: I know how to hack yeah, but I don't know how to hack human technology! Not that I maybe tried once or twice and it resulted in failure each time.

Leviathan: But huh... I could try?

Leviathan: Let me ask Satan if we could use magic too.

Mammon: Satan? Levi, are you stupid? Last thing we want is to get more people to know about what I'm doing.

Leviathan: Oh huh yeaaaah, about that.

Leviathan: I should have told you sooner, but when I stopped answering earlier it's because Satan caught me texting you.

Leviathan: But he actually knew you had left to the human world! So we don't have to worry! He's on our side... obviously.

Mammon: Then the two of you get on it.

Mammon: And don't catch Lucifer's attention.

Leviathan: Yeah!

Leviathan: I'll let you know when we've found something.

Leviathan: BRB!

And then just like earlier, Levi's texts stopped appearing on his screen. A sigh left Mammon's lips as he closed his eyes, and the demon allowed his body to slide against the wall behind him until he was sitting on the ground. As he stretched out his sore body, the second-born finally realized that after two whole months of not getting to hear MC's voice, seeing their smile, getting to touch them... he had gotten closer to finding them, all thanks to his brothers. He had let Lucifer's intimidation get the best of him throughout all this time, but not anymore. No matter whether his older brother would catch wind of where he was, and what he was doing, Mammon would never stop trying to bring back MC where they belonged. With him, in the Devildom, back with the family they had found and grown to love.

Closing the messaging app with his thumb, the picture of MC he had set as his D.D.D. background seemed to radiate like the sun. How dared them all try to separate his human from their first man? From the one who'd they come to whenever they had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep? The demon who'd hug them as tight as possible in their bed after a long day at RAD? The one who'd had the chance to fall asleep with them, getting the absolute honor of seeing their face so close to his, and who'd protect their dreams from any bad thoughts and scary nightmares?

The anxiety that Mammon had worn on his face all day slowly disappeared, and a small smile was placed upon it instead as his eyes met MC's in the picture.

"I'm almost there. Ya just gotta be patient a little more."

I'll find ya.

Time went on as Mammon waited for any news of Levi and Satan's research. The rain showed no sign of clearing soon, and the demon was starting to doze off after spending his entire day without taking a single break. He could have almost fallen asleep if it hadn't been for the owner of the bakery opening the door to close his shop and asking him to sit somewhere else. So Mammon moved from one spot to another, and took shelter near another store instead.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting on the stone steps he had sat on, his phone's screen flashed a bright light as a new notification from Levi appeared from the top. Quickly passing his wrist on his tired eyes, Mammon tapped on the new message at the speed of light. The contents made him gasp, and for a second, he had almost forgotten how to breathe, as his now wide-open eyes were glued on the content of the message.

A full-on address, along with a picture of the place.

Mammon instantly stood up at the sight of the picture, the memories of his day resurfacing in a flash. He remembered very clearly seeing this particular building sometime during his search- its height had been making it stand out very easily amongst the other buildings in the city. Nobody couldn't mistake it with anything else.

Mammon: This is it?

Leviathan: Yeah, we placed down a map and confirmed it was there.

Leviathan: Satan actually found a book in his room with a spell that can help find a person's specific item with just some of their DNA.

Leviathan: So we went to MC's room and found some hair that Satan used for the spell, along with his phone so it could narrow down the list of MC's items.

Leviathan: I didn't think Satan's room could look even more of a mess, but he spent 10 minutes shoveling through his collection and now you can't even see the floor or his bed anymore lol

Leviathan: Anyway now that you got what you wanted, go and check if MC is there!

Mammon felt his legs move on their own as he flipped his jacket above his head and stepped under the rain again, a confident grin now brightly adorning his face as he typed on his phone to reply.

Mammon: Thanks Levi. I'll owe ya one.

Leviathan: Find MC and bring them back. Then you can consider us even.

Mammon nodded, a newfound hope filling his entire body and mind. After confirming that Levi had ceased texting him, the demon turned the phone off. He opened his hand to drop it on the wet floor, and let his right foot crash down upon it, the object almost breaking in half. Mammon promptly gathered in his hand the shattered item, now completely unusable, and threw it down a nearby sewer before letting his excitement take the best of him and sprint further in the direction of the building from the picture. At least, now Lucifer wouldn't be able to track him down with it if Levi and Satan got caught.

The more distance he covered, the more Mammon could swear he was about to take on his demon form at any moment. The thoughts of MC began to fill his head even more, as if they were the one pushing him to find them, to get to them as soon as possible. For the first time in 2 months, Mammon felt truly alive.

"Almost there. The Great Mammon's coming for ya, MC!!" he let out in the form of an encouragement to himself, his legs having found their energy again as his form was engulfed further into the city.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Anxiously pacing around the room, their head low and their phone in their hands, MC was growing more and more impatient. They were supposed to receive an update from Solomon about three hours earlier in the form of a phone call, but no matter the amount of messages they'd spent in the hopes of the wizard finally answering them, all they received was a dreadful silence. Grabbing a nearby chair, they let their body fall onto the seat as their fingers typed yet another message. They couldn't really understand how they had come to grow so persistent when it came to getting Solomon to reply to them, but having no other person to talk to ever since they left the Devildom 2 months prior would do that to anyone, they assumed.

'Solomon, sorry, I know I'm sending a lot of texts, but you said you'd visit today and I'm starting to be worried and... honestly a bit lonely. I thought going out today would help, but I just sat in the park for an hour before going back home and not doing much of the day.'

'You were supposed to meet with other wizards today, right? I hope nothing bad happened. But in case you're alright, all I'm asking is just one reply to at least get some sort of human connection. Not that I had a lot of it in the past few months.'

They felt their throat tighten upon writing their last sentence, feeling the frustration spilling out of their own words right back into their face. But who could blame them?

2 months without seeing, hearing, or even texting their friends back in the Devildom. 2 months without receiving a single visit from Luke or Simeon. 2 months spent exclusively with the company of Solomon, who had been acting strange ever since and had made them move out of their home under the excuse that it was to "train them at magic in a more private setting". But more importantly... those had been 2 months without having Mammon around, and MC would lie if they said they hadn't spent several nights crying themself to sleep, wondering how the demon was dealing with their absence.

The memories of their latest departure from the Devildom played in their head like a movie as they placed a hand on their forehead. Everything had seemed alright at the time, with them getting to say their usual goodbyes to the brothers, wishing to see them again once the new year at RAD would start, foolishly thinking that they'd get to spend their time hearing their voices on a daily basis once they were back in the human world. And before they could understand, their DDD had been taken from them, Solomon had been more present in their life than ever before, and for a reason they still couldn't grasp, it was as if the brothers had vanished from their life completely. No news whatsoever. Complete radio silence.

Just thinking back to this period, and how they could have probably caught that something was up as soon as Diavolo asked for their DDD after the brothers had left... it just made them want to puke.

But nothing could make them want to do so as much as the long-awaited reply of Solomon appearing on their screen.

'Hi MC. I'm deeply sorry I couldn't get ahold of you throughout the day. I won't be able to visit you today, since my services are still required here. Besides, it's getting late. I recommend you go have a good night's sleep as soon as possible.'

'If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to go walk wherever you want. How does that sound?'

'I need to be going, but I shall wish you a good night. Take care, MC.'

And just as quickly as he had answered, Solomon went silent again. Leaving them in this apartment they had grown to hate, this prison cell he had put them in. A place where no fun could be found for them. MC didn't even bother sending anything else after that.

Their head sunk even lower, until their forehead slowly met with the hard surface of the dinner table. The phone faceplanted onto the wood as MC's hands turned into hard fists, a deep groan shaking the walls of their throat. It was hard not to let the tears escape their eyes, but instead, they opted to punch the table several times as hard as they could, until they felt their anger diminish.

How long was Solomon going to act ignorant towards them? How long was he going to ignore their pleas to get news from the Devildom, anything that would let them know why they couldn't contact the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos? Even if the lords had been in some sort of trouble... they'd still find time to talk to their human, right? There was no way Mammon, the one they loved, wouldn't try to reach them one way or another... right?

Him who had been so clingy in such an adorable way every time they'd be at the House of Lamentation, he who had revealed to them that there wasn't a single day where his thoughts wouldn't drift to them no matter how hard he tried...

No. No amount of important duties would explain why Mammon of all demons, would ignore them like that.

They missed his antics. His entire being. The warmth he'd bring them each time he'd hold their hand before tucking his face into their neck like a pouting child, desperately trying to sneak one or two kisses in there, in the hopes he'd get to hear that sweet giggle of them. It wasn't for nothing that Lucifer had come to name them the chaotic duo of the House of Lamentation. They were two parts of a whole.

And yet, the world had dared to separate them. And MC was tired, oh so tired of not having their other half near them. The only feeling they had left, was one of pure desperation to see their greedy demon.

"I'm not asking for much... even a single word would do." MC replied to no one as they turned their head to rest their cheek onto the table. They closed their eyes, the anger slowly being replaced by a profound exhaustion. Could they really do nothing but act normal around Solomon, and accept that this was now their new life? No demons, no angels, just... humans around them?

Before they could slap the thought away, a loud banging coming from the entrance door made them straighten in their seat, their head turning towards the hallway in a panic. Their heart pounded inside their chest as the banging seemed to go on forever, until they used the back of their chair to push themself up, their legs shaking.

"S...Solomon?" They asked, way too silently for anyone to hear, and fully knowing that the person behind the door couldn't be the wizard.

As if they were waiting for an answer, MC stood there, their hand grasped onto the chair. The banging was insistent, demanding, angry. At this time of night, there were few reasons they could think why someone would mistreat their door in such a way, and MC wasn't sure they wanted to find the reason for it.

That is, until the person behind the door finally let their voice be heard.

"Oi, MC! Ya can hear me right?! Come on, open the door!"

It didn't take long for MC to let the familiar voice enter their ears, and it took less time for them to nearly stumble over the chair as their legs moved in a hurry to lead them towards the door as quickly as possible. Their hands messily trying to open the locks on the door, they were sure their mind had just played a trick on them, and the person outside was going to leave them completely disappointed, but they didn't care. This voice they could only remember so well despite the time since they had last heard it, was simply inviting them to open the door, to check for themselves whether it was true, or just a nasty joke played by their brain.

But as the last lock was undone, and the door was swung open, MC couldn't do anything but just stand there, their mouth agape.

Mammon kept on drawing breaths, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and drops of rain falling from his clothes onto the floor below, so much so that it had started to create a small puddle underneath him. As if the person who opened the door wasn't the one he expected, the demon took a step back, letting his eyes wander up and down on the human he had in front of him, almost in an attempt to check if it was really them. He too, couldn't stop his mouth from hanging open at the sight.

The two of them just stood there for a few seconds, taken by so many emotions at once that they weren't sure what to do. But right as Mammon took a step forward, his mouth opening some more to let out words that he so desperately had wanted to say for so long now, MC's face contorted into one of pure sadness before they rushed towards him. Mammon greedily welcomed them into his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and their legs around his waist. They buried their face into his neck, the warmth of their tears mixing with the rain on his skin.

His embrace only tightened even more as they mumbled his name amidst broken sobs, the sound ever so close to his ear that even though he had his eyes firmly closed, he might have cried on the spot too. But he had found them. He had them in his arms again. After what had seemed like a million years, finally, they were back where they belonged, and he was back with his human.

Almost as if they were about to be pulled away from him, Mammon placed a hand on the back of their head, wanting to protect their entire being from harm no matter the cost. He still wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to reunite with them despite the obstacles, but at the present moment, nothing else could matter.

The lord had finally found them, and he wasn't about to let anyone interfer between their happiness once more.

"I ain't letting you go." He whispered through gritted teeth, his head lowering into their shoulder. "Ever again."

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Do you have any fic recs of Sherlock being soft for John and John only.

Hey Nonny!

Ahhhhhhhh your request had me thinking that yes I do, and I did tag a few fics with “soft Sherlock”, but I’ve never started a list, so here ya go!

SOFT SHERLOCK

See also: Sherlock Soft With Children

Soft. Happy. Content. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 223 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Spooning, Morning After, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock reflects on his state of mind. Part 6 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

A Perfect Figure by ecb327 (K, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, First Person POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Light Angst) – Sherlock build a spot in his mind palace for John.

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can't decide if it's raining or not. Sherlock doesn't understand.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Together is What we Have, Together Protects Us by Phantom of the Black Pearl (K+, 1,566 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Platonic or Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock, Slice of Life) – After a case one evening in the flat Sherlock voices a concern that causes the pair to consider why they've chosen to stick together after all that's happened

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Let the Sun Fade Out by nothingislittle (E, 2,711 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff & Smut, Praise Kink, PWP, Obsessed Sherlock, Bottomlock, Heart-Tearing Love) – "He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything."

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they've been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John's pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks... Part 3 of Lock and Key

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional/Overwhelmed Sherlock, Comforting/Caring John, Gross Fluff) – "Sunlight dappled John's skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber." Part 8 of All the ways we love

Untouched by KittieHill (E, 3,239 w., 1 Ch. || Kissing, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, Body Worship, Sherlock’s Scars Mentioned, Masturbation, PWP, Rimming, Multiple Orgasms) – Sherlock leaked a lot. John had never needed lubricant. John loved watching it, had once spent an entire afternoon edging Sherlock so he could watch as the thick precome drip, drip, dripped onto Sherlock's belly.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP, Established Rel., Soft Idiots) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Angst, First Person Sherlock POV, Texting, Internal Monologue, Blanket Forts) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

Pillow Talk by scullyseviltwin (M, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angsty Fluff, Pillow Talk, Bed Sharing, Worried John, First Time Morning After, Soft Sherlock, Sexuality Discussion, Love Confessions, Kisses and Cuddles) – John has been looking at Sherlock for ages, it feels like.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w., 3 Ch. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Naked by sussexbound (E, 6,166 w., 1 Ch. || Frottage, Fluff, Intimacy, First Time, Love Declarations, Trust) – John takes a deep breath, and then lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Sherlock, how would you feel if you were sitting out here doing one of your bloody experiments, and I just waltzed out of the loo and started fixing myself breakfast completely starkers? Hmm…? ”Sherlock’s lips inch up at the corners into a pleased hint of a smile he can’t seem to suppress. Part 2 of Intimacy

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673 w., 1 Ch. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship, Idiots So In Love) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.

Someone I Love by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 10,002 w., 2 Ch. || Canon Compliant, HLV-Filler Fic, Pre-Slash, Jealous John, PIning Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, UST/URT, Dog Tags) – John gets married and Sherlock finds comfort in wearing John's identity tags around his wrist.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn, Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles, Girl’s Night, Texting, Virgin Sherlock, Drunk Sherlock, Background Mollstrade, Hair Petting, Laying on Lap) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #soft sherlock #Anonymous #long post

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niccerooniererer · 2 years

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so some of yall may remember that I mentioned that I wrote a few fanfics and I was considering posting them (tho not all cuz I feel like not all of them are worthy enough) so I went fuck it, why not post it on tumblr then so here, I wanna show off this 2k word fanfic thingy I wrote about Chuck and Taylor, kind of angsty and about Taylor feeling like he’s not good enough for Chuck (in the best friend way, they aren’t together in this) because Chuck is popular and a lot of people are interested in him...... with a sort of sweet ending. Also excuse me if my way of speaking gets a little funky at times, can’t help it I’m bilingual

Another tune, another song to make you feel like it will be better. That it will be easier. That you will go through with everything even if clumsily. But It feels no use, the lies haven’t converted in your brain. That’s what Taylor was feeling as he buried himself in his bed under his pillows, as if he was trying to hide himself from the world. To disappear so he can stop worrying about messing up and just… He felt tears come to him as he listened to more songs. They just made his tears come out even more. Why… Oh why does it have to be one of those days? He had been trying to invite Chuck out somewhere but he kept just fumbling around and changing subjects, unable to. Wouldn’t that just make it obvious how down bad he is for Chuck? Wouldn’t that just make him a weak loser chasing a dream that won’t come true? Would he even… wanna be with him at all? Chuck could have anyone. He’s charismatic, handsome, sweet, well known too, more of a people person than Taylor will ever be… Why would he want to be with someone so different and… boring? He doesn’t know if to feel shame for how plain and boring he feels, or if to feel jealous because Chuck has so much more going on, more than he’ll ever have. These thoughts cut like swords, but these days they ring so true and they won’t stop ringing until Taylor goes insane because of them. Today was one of these breaking points.

He was still sniffling away under his pillows, trying to calm down when the door to his room opened.

“Hey Tay- wait, where are you?” Chuck took a careful step in. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. He noticed the human shape under the pillows and the blankets. Blankets? It’s not everyday Taylor uses more than 1. Taylor said nothing back to him.

“Are… are you good, man?” Chuck asked as he sat down beside the shape. He only heard a slight sniffle. He’s usually louder than that when he’s sleeping, so he was definitely awake.

“I hope you’re feeling okay… I don’t think I can help right now cuz I’ll have to go for a photoshoot but… yeah” Chuck awkwardly finished and left the room, closing the door behind himself. Taylor could hear Chuck leave through the door, leaving the apartment and his thoughts all to himself. He slowly sat up and just… sat there.

“I didn’t even say a thing to him” Taylor thought out loud to himself, lowering his head in his hands, as if he was trying to keep in the last of his happy thoughts he thought he might still have. But god, it really felt like there was no more.

He got up to clean his face. The cold water felt nice, something refreshing to sooth his soul a little. As he was walking back to his room, he felt dull, yearning pain in his stomach. He… didn’t eat today yet. He sighed, giving in to his needs. He dragged himself to the fridge, from where he took out a frozen pizza. He slammed a few things on it before he put it in the oven.. These things never really have a lot of things on them… The dumb thought that he doesn’t even deserve pizza with real flavour crossed his mind which he quickly tried to shake out of his mind. It’s absurd and laughable, yet it makes him feel miserable. Why is his psyche so gullible into negative thoughts?

The pizza tasted nice enough, a bittersweet contrast to his mood. At least he felt a little less empty now. He didn’t like to be mean but… right now, Chuck’s absence was nice for him too. It was letting him feel less connected to him, as if he’s just some average sad guy, living alone. In all that silence, it felt like home to him right now. He opened one of the windows and just… looked out. It was growing into night, the Sun was already below the horizon. Time sure passes fast when you’re buried under so much sadness you can’t fight… At least the breeze he felt coming in was making him feel better… Though not too much. His thoughts drift back to him… He gripped the windowsill, trying to release his demons that pick at him and try to pick him apart. Pick him apart until all he is is a mess that’s broken and awkward and all on show for him to see just how pathetic his roommate is. So then he could see how beyond Taylor he truly is. Ugh damn it….. He breathed in slow and out, trying to keep himself in a functional human shape. As functional as he can be… He closed the window, that’s when the door to the halls opened, revealing Chuck. The 2 stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Hey.” Taylor said flatly, he couldn’t hide his feelings this fast “I’m going to my room… if you need me or something”

As if he’d be needed.

“Hey- actually uhm…” Chuck hesitated before extending his hand towards Taylor, he had a plastic bag “I… bought you something small… it’s not much but I just wanted to… uh, yeah,,”

Taylor carefully took it, noticeably avoiding touching Chuck’s hand.

“Thanks… I guess” Taylor then went straight to his room, without another word to Chuck. Why… Why was he this cold to him? What did he do? He’s never had Taylor be this cold to him ever… He felt like they were close and… even getting closer but… Guess not. Guess it’s not how it’s supposed to be. He just doesn’t know what he did and that’s gonna bother him to hell, with an unknown force taking his best friend away from him… He even had a long day… He wished he could actually spend the night hanging closer to Taylor but…What should he do? He thought and decided to ask friends for advice.

“Oh he’s just a gloomy guy, let him be”

“Why are you wasting your time on him so much? it must be so exhausting, you could always hang out with me”

“He causes you so much sadness, you should focus on other people for a while”

And even more answers Chuck just wasn’t happy with the least. He wants to help Taylor and no one is trying to help him find out how to. He threw his phone on his bed in frustration and went to Taylor, he’s just… gonna try his best.

He opened the door to Taylor’s room to find him sipping on the sundae he bought him, huddled up on his bed with his earphones in. It took a few seconds for him to notice Chuck.

“What?” Taylor asked, the coldness from his words crystallized the feelings of Chuck feeling his soul stabbed by them like ice rods.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

Chuck came further into the room.

“You’re… not usually like this…you’re usually more-”

“Well, that would be really fucking hard to always stay happy, did you know??” Taylor’s voice cracked, the tears once again trying to show up for another showing.

“I’m… I’m here if you need to talk about it… I’m here for you whenever I can be…”

“Isn’t that exhausting?”

“What?”

“Isn’t it exhausting to coddle me up from feeling like shit?”

“I… I don’t mind it uh…”

“Sure”

Chuck was trying to find his words but Taylor’s answer froze him. His lips slightly switched as he then felt these words coming to him, tired of dancing around words just to then not say what he would truly want to say.

“Of course I don’t mind, I love spending time with you, there’s seriously nothing better than that. I love nothing more than spending the chillest nights with you, nothing can compare I swear to god” Chuck teared up by the end.

Taylor was looking at him shocked. He at first tried to ignore these words but Chuck… The way he looked back at him, so sincere and frustrated. It felt like daggers to his chest… He felt so selfish, feeling tears coming out, his sundae shaking in his hand.

“Why do you think that? What do I have that others don’t? I’m not even anything interesting, so many more interesting people are interested in you and you’re wasting energy on me?”

“Stop talking like that, god damn it” Chuck cried out as he stepped in even closer, close enough to grab Taylor by his collar which he did “I don’t need any of those guys, I need YOU”

The 2 shared a long stare into each other’s eyes, at least it felt very long. With both seeing the amount of pain in the other’s eyes and expression, both worn out from stress and doubts and fears.

“I hate it so bad when you think like that, Tay’, literally no one could ever replace you or be better than you for me”

“It’s just so hard y'know… I feel so… inferior to you…. Do you even know how many people tried to befriend me just to try and get closer to you? Too many, way too many, and it made me feel like I’m just another useless guy to you”

“Dude I… I cannot put into words how much you are not that, you are funny, you are fun to be around, you are the kinda chill I need with my busy life, you are like… a home to come to and heal like nobody else… Why would you never mention this to me? That you feel that way”

“It’s selfish… “

“It’s not”

“But it is because I…” Taylor lowered himself, pulling his head to his lap to hide himself away, as if his face not showing would end the conversation.

“No matter what it is, it’s not. I want you to know that you can share your feelings with me, all of them, I wanna be there for you. What kinda best friend would I be if I wasn’t?”

Taylor could barely help it as he slammed down his sundae on his nightstand, and he sprung up and pulled Chuck into a hug, crying into his shirt (and tiddies). Chuck hugged Taylor back tightly, slowly kneeling down to his level to get a bit more comfortable. Though as they pulled away from each other, them being this close to each other did hit different for a whole second. Both of them looked upset and blushing from all the tears and frustration. They spent a bit of time like that, before Chuck awkwardly spoke up.

“Can I… stay here tonight?”

“For what?” the question came out a bit distant and cold which flustered Taylor “I mean uh… We’ve… never been like that before so it’s…”

“I just want a little comfort”

Taylor sighed, trying to shake off the embarrassment and the gay little happiness the idea gave him.

“Sure, come here”

Taylor pulled the covers away and scooted a bit back. Chuck got on, real close to Taylor. This felt a little too… thought inducing… On both of them.

“Oh by the way umm” Chuck started, clearly very embarrassed about what he’s gonna say “I think I mentioned it only once but I kind of prefer to be a little spoon if that’s cool with you”

“Oh yeah, I remember that” Taylor only realized after a few seconds had passed that what he said sounded quite fruity. “And um yeah, I can deal with that.”

“Thanks,, means a lot that you let me do this”

“I mean… I need it a little too so… guess it’s mutual like that”

They settled down, with Chuck facing away from Taylor, facing to his door instead, with Taylor having his arms around Chuck, keeping him in a secure hold, which felt very nice to Chuck and he wished they could do this regularly. And because it was so nice, it helped soothe, the tiredness from the emotions drifted both of them into some great and well deserved sleep. Finally something nice that happened today.

#papa louie #flipline #flipline fanfiction #chaylor #flipline taylor #flipline chuck #Nicc's writings

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Hey, I saw requests were open and got realll excited I wondering if you could do a little angsty/fluffy scenario for Bakugou where it's his s/o's birthday and him and the class starts ignoring her but their actually trying to surprise her?

a/n: hiya!! awe this is super cute and soft, and i think it’s time to break out soft bakugou again, skfjdskf thank you for the request hun!!

summary: with your birthday coming up, you half expected bakugou to at least send you a text but when it seems like the entire class is constantly avoiding you, you can’t help but feel a little bummed out, that is until...

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, some angst

word count: 1.8k

;cut for length;

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Waking up the day before your birthday was always a little nerve-wracking. You were a little anxious to see if anyone would notice. It wasn’t like you expected a big grand celebration, but you’d been stressing, even a little upset since you asked Bakugou if he would be free the day of, to which he declined.

You were almost certain he knew of your birthday, you know you've at least mentioned it a few times to him, and his mom, who has stated multiple times that she wants to have you over for cake or whatever you’d prefer the weekend of your birthday.

You were about ready to just go celebrate with Bakugou’s parents since they seemed to be the only ones who remembered, the text that had come through earlier in the morning furthering your proof of Mitsuki’s knowledge on your date of birth.

What stung a little more than the fact that Bakugou hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that your birthday was tomorrow, was the way he didn’t even think it was within the week, or even the month.

You wouldn’t have been nearly as upset if maybe he’d guessed the date wrong, but now things were just starting to make you feel upset.

It didn’t feel like something you should be so upset over. You felt a little selfish, wondering why something so small, such as acknowledgment of your birthday from your boyfriend, was bothering you so much.

Deep down, however, you were excited. For your birthday. And the warm feeling of birthday wishes, from anyone, especially your significant other, always felt ten times warm and fuzzier inside.

But you trudged on, went to class, and tried your best to keep a smile on your face. Even during lunch, Kaminari, who seemed to do nothing but run his mouth, was quiet.

Everyone was. It felt, strange.

And now, you were wondering if maybe it was something deeper. Had something changed during the week? Were you not caught up? Why did it feel like everyone at your lunch table despised you, Bakugou leading the group as he barely even looked at you when he was sitting right beside you.

But when the day was over, you didn’t even bother sitting in the commons until most everyone went to bed. You finished your homework early and sat in your dorm, trying to cheer yourself up.

And as the clock passed midnight, you wished yourself a lousy happy birthday before tucking yourself into bed.

Nothing prepared you for what was to come when you woke up.

The ear-deafening alarm on your phone woke you up to nothing. A blank screen. One single notification about a software update on your phone. You hadn’t expected your parents to text you this early, they were probably still in bed.

Their messages came in around the time classes started.

But getting dressed and meeting up with Bakugou, you tried your best to hold your head up high.

“Hey ‘Suki.” You smiled, standing beside him as he slung his bag over his shoulder, getting ready to leave the dorms to head to school.

“Hey.” Was all he said. You nodded and sighed, staring at the ground.

“Today’s gonna be a fun day, don’t ‘cha think?” You tried to hint at the topic but nothing seemed to give.

“What, you think tests in algebra are fun?” It was like a slash to your heart.

“No, it’s my birthday.” You whispered, gathering your things and walking away, walking straight out the door to the school.

Bakugou’s heart stung. In truth, he’d arranged a whole party for you. Everyone was kind of shocked to hear the words ‘I need your help’ come from his tight lips.

He was flustered and trying not to kill Kaminari who was already making fun of him. But he’d arranged the whole thing, planning it out down to a t.

He’d asked for everyone, especially Kaminari not to say anything about it, and he didn’t think much of it. But now his heart hurt, watching you fight back tears as you felt like he’d forgotten, as if everyone had forgotten.

Bakugou wanted to chase you down, pull you into a kiss, and wish you happy birthday, but he didn’t. The surprise would be coming up soon enough.

Sato presented the cake he’d made the night before and everyone was shocked to see how beautiful it looked.

“Oh, she’s gonna love it!” Mina cheered, helping the class pull out some of the decorations.

They’d be tasked with putting up decorations during lunch and after classes let out when Bakugou would keep you in the library for at least another hour.

Bakugou would make it up to you in the end if you still felt upset. But he was counting on this being the best damn birthday surprise, especially since he thought of it.

You were the first one to class. Slumped in your seat, you noticed Present Mic walk in.

“Happy birthday! Would you like a super awesome birthday track played on my show tonight?” Mic was genuinely surprised to see you break down crying after saying something so happy.

“You’re the first person to tell me happy birthday today.” You wiped your eyes, embarrassed to be sappy in front of your teacher.

“Oh, well then an extra special happy birthday! If you’ve got a song you’d like to play, just stop on by the studio!” Mic smile before exiting. You couldn’t think of a song you’d want to broadcast to the entire school on Mic’s radio show but if something came to mind you might just have to stop by, he seemed like he could be pretty fun to party with, if maybe he weren’t your teacher.

The thought of spending your birthday moping alone with one of your teachers didn’t sound at all like the dream you’d had about today.

No, you wanted to be hand-in-hand with your boyfriend talking a walk through a pretty park, or stargazing under the night sky, or spending time at some sort of amusement center with your class, having fun.

But as students piled into the classroom, not a single happy birthday left any of them.

Not even Bakugou who now knew.

Getting through class was about as fun as watching paint dry. But when it was done, everyone rushed out, leaving you confused.

“Where is everyone going?” You asked, stopped by Bakugou who’s hand landed over yours on the top of your desk.

“Hell if I know.” He stared down at you, books in hand.

“You don’t wanna go with them?” You looked away, pulling your hand out from under his.

“Don’t tell me you already forgot.” You mumbled. Bakugou tugged you along to the library, silent the entire way.

Sitting across from him, you didn’t even have a clue as to why you were here, but not even thirty minutes later you were being tugged right back to the dorms.

“What’s your problem?” You stop, about three minutes away from the dorm.

“Huh? The fuck are you talkin’ about?” Bakugou stopped, his hands slung in his pants pockets.

“It’s my birthday Katsuki. And I told you that earlier, and you couldn’t even remember for a couple of hours? Am I that forgettable to you?” You sniffled, staring at him as your eyes began to sting with tears.

“I was busy. Had to focus for all that work.”

“And you still avoid saying it! I just, I just wanted to hear it from you. Is it so selfish of me that I just want to hear my boyfriend tell me happy birthday?” You felt like digging a hole and crawling into it.

With shut eyes, squeezed so tight so you couldn’t see anything, you felt a hand land in yours, fingers intertwining with yours.

A finger under your chin lifted your head up, tear-stained cheeks and all, and a warm pair of cinnamon-tasting lips landed on yours.

“I never forgot, dumbass. I just wanted today to be special.” Bakugou whispered against your lips. Suddenly his free hand landed over your eyes as he tugged you along, your hands now gripping at his arm.

“Hey! Wait, what’s going on?!” You shrieked, confused as you moved unconsciously.

“Just hush for five seconds.” Bakugou sighed, pulling you up to the dorms, shoving you inside.

Removing his hand, Bakugou landed his hand on your shoulder and your eyes opened.

Your once rapidly spinning world was now standing still.

“Happy birthday!!” Your peers cheered. Familiar faces of your classmates, friends from Class 1-B, the Big Three, Eri, even Mr. Aizawa, and All Might were standing there in cheesy party hats.

“Wait...” You sniffled harder, tears now pouring from your eyes.

"Ah, don’t cry, idiot!” Bakugou shook your shoulders from behind you.

“I thought you all forgot! How could I not cry?!” You wiped your eyes with both of your hands, trying not to laugh at yourself.

“You can thank your boyfriend for the party! We were all gonna get you gifts but Bakugou suggested a party!” Kaminari finally blurts out.

“You were all so quiet, because of this party? And it was all your idea?” You turned to Bakugou. He sighed and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.

You gave him a big hug and pressed a cute kiss to his cheek, earning a few ‘awes’ from some of your peers.

“Thank you. Thank you all.” You tried to stop crying, but it felt impossible. Bakugou just nodded, ushering you to go and give some people hugs.

The festivities lasted pretty much all evening, from opening gifts to eating the delicious cake Sato baked for you.

You had a fun time with everyone, and after thanking everyone for the time, you sought after Bakugou on your way back to your dorm with all of your things.

“I’m sorry. For earlier.” You apologized, feeling a bit embarrassed for seemingly going off on him.

“Don’t be. I’m sorry for acting like a dick. I just wanted to surprise you with the best fuckin’ party.” Bakugou’s intentions weren’t vile, and you couldn’t be mad at him. You shook your head and pulled him into your dorm as you set your things down.

“Can we watch a movie together, and cuddle? I think I could take that as an apology.” You smirk.

“I know you’re not mad. But if that’s what you want.” Bakugou gets into his usual position, under your covers, waiting for you to join him. You stood speechless.

“Wh- I went off on you! Of course I was mad- But- I-” You huff and crawl into your bed beside him.

“You’re not still upset is what I’m trying to say, dumbass. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.” Bakugou kissed the top of your head. You snuggled into his side and smiled.

“You really planned that whole party just for me?” You looked up at him as he selected a movie to watch.

“I wouldn’t be the best fucking boyfriend if I didn’t.” He said smugly.

“All for you. And I would do it again.” Bakugou glanced down at you.

“Because you deserve it. I love you.” Bakugou mumbled his ‘I love you’ a little softer, but you heard.

“I love you too.” You lean over and peck his lips, smiling as you snuggle into him, ready to unwind after having so much fun.

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mde1011 · 3 years

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when i got into the dsmp i started a note and wrote down any quotes or moments i thought were funny, and im bored at 3 am so enjoy some of them

how is being arrested real? just walk away!!!”

⁃ “once an american always an american. go...go protests masks...or something”

⁃ “...yEAH BUT DID YOU HAVE WAP” “what’s...whats wap?” “...WORSHIP AND PRAYER”

⁃ “HOW DO YOU LIKE POLITICS MOTHERFUCKER”

⁃ “i’m naked” “...no you’re not” “i can be...”

⁃ “uhhhh i’m in a high stress situation....i deal with these poorly”

⁃ “i should go first i’m naked”

⁃ “yEAHHHH WE KILLED AN OLD MAN WITH HEART PROBLEMS”

⁃ “what are you going to do?” “i...have no idea i think i’m gonna start out by punching a tree”

⁃ “tOmmy...did i just hear you say shit ass looking mofo?”

⁃ “i aM gOinG to gEt nAkeD to iNtiMidAtE HiM”

- “...i want freedom !” “you want BALLS.”

⁃ “...down the line. yeah that’s where we discover the art of cannibalism” “oh it’s an art?” “it’s an art”

⁃ “oh there’s some logs here. wonder what they’re saying to me. uh huh. uh huh. oh yeah that’s very racist” “tommy you gotta burn those logs.” “burn ‘em before they spread their racism to other logs”

⁃ “are you pooing?” “*whisper* i’m charging up-““ “he’s ejaculating on the tent.” “he’s WHAT?”

⁃ “he’s sPEEDING. LOOK HOW FAST HES GOING” “i’ve taken so many drugs. someone tell badboyhalo”

⁃ “we should make a pact. and that pact is, uh, we make a book...and in that book...we declare that saying ‘muffin’ is a, is a slur”

⁃ “i was thinking what if one day your bladder just,,,,stopped working.....AGGGFFFFF i was tHINKING ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY IVE GOT TO PREPARE IVE GOT YO PREPARE thisiswhydiapersaintthatbad”

⁃ <sapnap> i think i was ordered to um

<tommyinnit> boobed

<sapnap> kill you

<tommyinnit> boobs

<sapnap> if this happens

<tommyinnit> think about boobs man

<sapnap> tsk tsk tommy

<tommyinnit> iM DISGRUNTLED

⁃ “why is this deadman so good at making drugs”

⁃ “i just learnt that a girl hero is called a heroine and it freaked me out”

⁃ “memento memento me-“ “that’s actually the worst word i know so you can’t keep saying that” “oh, really.....? have you ever heard the term ‘racist’?”

⁃ “the person who invented the phrase ‘be yourself’ hadn’t met you!”

⁃ “you seem like the type of guy whose dad would throw him overboard as a joke but he would just drown”

⁃ “shout out to dream for twerking!”

⁃ “let’s talk......let’s talk about sex” “wonderful. what do you think about sex, lazarbeam?” “i ain’t saying SHIT in front of a sixteen year old”

⁃ “what the- i think i’m seeing things” “....tommy i told you not to drink the sea water” “well i DID drink the sea water because it TOLD ME TO”

⁃ “it’s like the movie when that guy gets stranded on an island and has sex with a coconut” “whAT?? dream- dream, you vastly misinterpreted this” “it one hundred percent does”

⁃ “oh mastICATE.....isn’t that when a fish turns inside out?”

⁃ “what are some bad words YOU know, clay?” “i don’t-“ “what about ‘terrorist’?”

⁃ “my mind has to be on the same frequency as jesus when he walked on water”

⁃ “you wanna know why i was late?” “no i really do-“ “i was having a MASSIVE poo. really just a HUGE poo”

⁃ “jUST CUZ YOU TALK ABOUT POO ONCE AND THEN YOU SEE A BIG GREEN BASTARD AMD YOUR LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE YOUR EYES AND THEN YOU CANT REMEMBER- YOU CANT REMEMBER IF IT WAS YESTERDAY OR TOMORROW YOU HURT THAT WOMAN”

⁃ “i love america. mmmmm patriotism

⁃ “LIFE IS NOT A HAPPY SONG KERMIT THE FROG”

⁃ “please stop taking the cock”

⁃ “two four six eight who do we appreciate? not the government let’s gooooooo”

⁃ “oooo look at the dogs😍” “wHAAAAAT. WHAT. THERES ACTUALLY LIKE. A MILLION DOGS HERE. WHAT THE HELL.”

⁃ “yeahhhhh bitch i stab- i don’t stab women-“ “woooooooah tommy you stab women?” “heyyyy sapnap”

⁃ “do you know what happens whne you reach the top of the ladder? there’s only one place to go.” “.....side to side😨” “down.” “...i really thought you were gonna say side to side🥺”

⁃ “one last time.” “just like in hamilton😓”

⁃ “you don’t know how many times i’ve mistaken trees for hot women”

⁃ “ i don’t feel better i just destroyed penis”

⁃ “i’ve never seen a snail with bad morals”

⁃ “awwwwwwww😢 i’m doin’ drugs🤧 just like the good ol’ days😓” “.....define the ‘good old days’” “back when i did drugs”

⁃ “have you ever fought a baby? i have and it was trivially easy to defeat, phil.”

⁃ “the only other i egg i know about was the one i learnt about in school....not allowed to say which one....”

⁃ “did you know one of my new years resolutions is to be more like 2010 justin bieber?”

⁃ “apparently cats don’t lay eggs”

⁃ “thinking about trees- if i saw a tree with a beard mmmmmm...holy shit id hit it”

⁃ “we’re in hell dude. science doesn’t matter here”

⁃ “i cant die i cant die i’m GOD”

⁃ “hey pig your letter is the same as pussy, hmm?”

⁃ “are we cool are we COOL guys? CRYSTAL COOL like CRYSTAL METH”

⁃ “he- he’s crying because - because i killed his mother isn’t that right? mother dearest mother deadest mother gonest”

⁃ “bro ive been drinking since i was six and let me tell you...it’s not good to be drinking that young. led to some poor life decisions when i was 8” “what did you do” “i cant say” “...who did you hurt” “....only myself”

⁃ “je suis” “ay i know what that mean you prick” “what does it mean” “it means you’re racist dickhead”

⁃ “i’d never poo in the presence of a women- which is why i’m scared to get a girlfriend i think i’d just explode”

⁃ “biff tannen is one of my idols”

⁃ “black widow died and i thought ‘wow it should’ve been the man’ because he’s a man”

⁃ “there’s a character called captain america and i think he’s stupid”

⁃ “i’m a GOOD LAD i’ve got GOOD MORALS and if i’ve DONE SOMETHING WRONG it WASNT MY FAULT I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED”

⁃ “sam....what’s the longest you’ve ever wiped your arse? for me it’s 48 minutes”

⁃ “why are you standing in the shitter?” “....that’s a SINK” “uhhh welllll” “hAVE YOU SHAT IN THE SINK?????”

⁃ “you’re like a living ghost” “...i think that’s called a human, tubbo”

⁃ “maybe i accidentally kill ranboo and we just never see him again *laughs* ay? and then i go ‘april foooools!!!’ and then i kill their child. i kill him”

⁃ “you built a penis” “it’s a PENIS OF SAFETY”

⁃ “i saw the penis of safety and i pressed mouse button four my friend”

⁃ “the penis on the other side of the river is larger” “ive heard that before....”

⁃ “you’ve turned the penis into a wall” “a wall of safety is better than a penis of safety” “i think the penis was better”

⁃ “if you wanna make a penis i know where we can make a penis and i know how big we can make it”

⁃ “i don’t conceptualize death but i think i just saw it!”

⁃ “yeah i- yeah i know i’m- my first impression on eret was making him read a shrek fan fiction so- i’m not one for first impressions”

⁃ “i-i’m scared for him- i’m scared OF him. yknow the first thing he did when he saw me was imMEDIATELY strip down then jump off then immediately die?”

⁃ “where are you?” “getting stabbed, one second”

⁃ “you’ve seen the joker?” “yea-“ “i resonate a lot with that man” “...oH. oh. that’s- that’s not-“

⁃ “he bURNT DOWN MY HOUSE” “out of LOVE”

⁃ “ohhhh my god stop making me play with the neighbor kid” “o-okay if you don’t go play with him i’m kicking you out of the house-“ “wHAT THE FUCK???”

⁃ “there’s a STRIP CLUB” “oh yeah for wood!” “are you into strippers?” “i mean all it does is make the wood look different so....yeah it doesn’t really do much”

⁃ “no no we have categories, we have the poo-saster- you might have to take a shower after-“ “no, no i’m gonna stop you right there”

⁃ “as i was saying you can have a 1-to-3 wiper, that’s an A-tier poo, my friend”

⁃ “i want you to eat your sock”

⁃ “you know i’m a child- i’m a minor” “sO AM I DICKHEAD”

⁃ “everyone is calling you dresus” “yeah i am”

⁃ “ayyyy ayyyy los DROGAS LOS DROGAS” “no no big q- she’s thirteen- how does this happen with every 13 year old girl you meet?”

⁃ “my poo has muscles like i do”

⁃ “i cant hear the words among us without crying they’ll say there are aliens among us and in the back youll just hear me *choking noises*”

⁃ “tubbo...tubbo is like...tubbo is like mary” “.....did you just call me the Virgin Mary?”

⁃ “i’m just saying, have you ever seen me and jesus in the same room?”

⁃ “do you smoke sam” “all the time”

⁃ “i thought you were talking about the- the speeeeed drug”

⁃ “have you ever sold drugs to kids sam?” “......no”

⁃ “we can’t let the girlboss rule because she will gatekeepe my feelings” “that would not be good”

⁃ “THEY DIDNT INVITE ME TO KILL ME???? NOW I HAVE FOMO”

⁃ “you have obviously taken part in scientology-“ “i have not-“ “you’ve donated to tom cruises cult shit”

⁃ “....am i worse than david dobrik?” “are- are we worse than david dobrik?” “oh- oh god”

⁃ “he has broke one of the rules of the hit best seller ‘the bible’- this kind of looks like a cock”

⁃ “well i’ve moved now, KING”

⁃ “what is an angsty teen and am i one? because when i USED to hang out with my friends they use the word angst a lot”

⁃ “yeah yeah yeah i bench”

⁃ “sam i think i’m angsty i think i’m an angsty tik tok teen looking for a community to help me out”

⁃ “i don’t think you’ve followed the train of logic all the way-“ “there’s a TRAIN INVOLVED????????”

⁃ “i’m like the orange fucker from that animated rom com”

⁃ “i’m under the influence of big cock”

⁃ “it’s meeee big cock man”

⁃ “i cant look away” “sam please use your twitter alt for this” “he’s horny on maaaainnnnn” “and what’s wrong with that?” “.......”

⁃ “you’re a FUCKING IDIOT” “IM NOT A FUCKING IDIOT, BIG COCK”

⁃ “i’m gonna call you ‘cockity’ big cock” “sHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP-“

⁃ “STOP LOOKING AT IT” “ITS SO VIBRANT”

⁃ “at least this guy doesn’t have a cock-“ “itS NOT A COCK” “horny on main jesus-“

⁃ “is that a cock” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

⁃ “.....i wanna see the inside of it again do a split”

⁃ “okay sam-“ “tommy that guy wants your cock-“ “no- no he doesn’t sam”

⁃ “sam, sam and i need you to hear this....dont. act. up.” “i don’t act up-“ “you were acting up-“ “i-“ “you were caught in 8k.” “but- but we both agree it’s not a tie-“

⁃ “please don’t tell me to kill cockity i am overwhelmed”

⁃ “why is there an anus in my tie?”

⁃ “what are the legal implications of this?” “...i mean besides hell you’re good”

⁃ “whatre the legal implications?” “i mean usually that’s a no-no but today, today it’s fine” “yeahhh lets go murder his family”

⁃ “i’d be an antivax landlord”

⁃ “jesus never does drugs” “well- well you turned water into wine king and wine is alcohol”

⁃ “can you put on pants i can’t- i cant stop looking at it- sorry tommy i know you said-“ “yeah sam i know you tried-“

⁃ “you know i fuck with satan”

⁃ “i’m sorry jesus lucifer is just such a good man-“ “oh you- hold me BACK FROM THIS FUCKER HOLD ME BACK ILL SEND HIM TO HELL YOU LIKE HELL-“

⁃ “are you jesus or just a man who grew a beard and put on a suit?”

⁃ “even the guy with his cock out is telling you to stop-“ “oh jesus, and i mean jesus-“ “shUT THE FUCK UP MAN”

⁃ “the best best way to slander him is to stop his offspring; we need to kick him the balls.....no? not a good....? alright us four each take a ball-“

⁃ “......why did jesus give him four scrotums man🙁🙁”

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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Drive // Damiano David // Playlist fics

words // 1016

warnings // kind of angsty feelings but mostly caring!damiano sooo yeah

pairing // Damiano David x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. song is drive by ashton irwin. Also I changed the plot that I originally thought of because 1. i forgot my original plot lol and 2. i read the lyrics to the song and apparently I had heard some words wrong so it sparked a new, fluffier scenario

for some reason i only realized i didn't put any tags on it over a week later

request // nope

summary // Reader's partner breaks up with them letting some harsh words before leaving. Damiano is there to hear where it hurts most and pick his friend back up. Only thing is he is in love with them.

Y/N was still hurting. The tears were still fresh and the thoughts never wondering from the leaving man. They still heard the voicemails he left in the past, the same ones that he’s say how much he loved them, how amazing and important they were. They were all but a painful lullaby now, one that would put Y/N to sleep but not before sobbing their eyes out in attempt to heal the pain.

Damiano could sense his best friend’s pain, but even if he had a hard time deciphering people’s emotions, Y/N’s state was a tell all of their inner world. They were hurting, excessively, words still ringing in their head like a bell. Maybe I never loved you. Damiano would not waste any time comforting his friend, drying their tears, holding them close, letting them know that he understood how unfair it was, never forgetting to remind them of their worth. Y/N never spoke, though. They kept everything in, simply taking in Damiano’s care, afraid to speak to him about it.

It had been days in that never changing state. A constant cycle of wake up, cry, sleep and all over again the next day. They refused to eat, refuse to get out the room unless it was utterly necessary… Damiano could not take it anymore. He did not want to push them but they had to break that pattern they found themselves in. “Get up, we’re going out,” he said walking into their room, placing a sweatshirt of his along with some of their shorts on the bed - noting how although it was summer the breeze would make them feel cold, and he couldn’t have that happening.

“Go take a shower, get dressed and I’ll be waiting for you,” he said already starting to work on de-cluttering their little depression room.

The clock read 22.32, it was late, all too late to even attempt to get up. “What’s gotten into you, Dami? What are you doing - hey leave that where it was! What are you doing?”

The man took a deep breath, sitting himself on the crumbled up bedsheets, hand on his friend’s leg. “Listen, amore. I know how much he hurt you, I know, but you can’t stay like this forever,” he paused taking in their state. Eyes red from crying and puffy, their lips swollen from the frequent naps - oh how he wanted to kiss them right now - no no no, Damiano, you can’t be thinking that.

“Let’s go get some take out, drive around downtown… We don’t even have to talk, we can just play music. But please, get up.” He was pleading, just like his heart. He could not bare the person he so dearly loved, even if they did not know it, to hurt like that, to close off and hide away from him. It should have never been an option in his mind.

Y/N whispered a soft ok before vacating the bed. Damiano was already on his feet, placing the clothes on the bathroom counter, helping his love with anything they needed before their shower, and then walking back into the room, making it look less overwhelming and more ‘secure’, sitting on the bed after he finished waiting patiently.

It did not take long for Y/N to be done with getting ready, already feeling slightly better. “Thank you,” they breathed out, hugging Damiano close. He plainly chuckled, hands rubbing their back and lips on their temple, leaving small kisses. I love you, “You’re welcome.”

Getting into the car and getting their food was the easiest task out of everything so far, but the man needed to know what was troubling the person in front of him, so he asked. “Amore,” it came out as almost a whisper, a soft breath of words, “do you maybe want to tell me what happened that night? I know you said he left, but I know you! It’s not that, that is eating you inside out. What did he say?”

The hesitation in Y/N’s face was evident, a long breath being taken in before any words had the chance to. “He -uhm- he said he never loved me,” they let out, without thinking about it too much, knowing that if they did, they’d never say it.

His face fell, and so did his heart. How could someone say those words to anyone, but especially to someone like them. They were literally the light of his life and it seemed like such a paradox for someone to not love them. The man had become livid, ready to break the ex’s face, but when he saw the tears in Y/N’s face, he calmed down.

“He never loved me, Dami, never. Oh, god, no one ever will! What if he’s the representation of everyone’s thoughts about me?! Oh my-”

“Hey stop that! Stop trusting the words or a piece of shit like him,” he spat out as if venom. “He is crazy to feel like that and he is crazy to say it. Y/N, you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” He could not believe he was doing it in that moment. Maybe it was wrong, maybe he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t keep himself back.

“You don’t understand Damiano… Maybe he was put into my life so i can learn that I’m unlovable. It feels like I am, and man does it hurt,” they quieted down, looking out the car window for a second before being unable to control the upcoming sob, “it hurts, Dami, it really hurts.”

These words pierced through his chest like a dagger dipped in his anger. Not much was able to be done until the man simply pulled his friend in his arms. “That’s bullshit!”

A sharp silence followed these words, both friends unsure of what to do.

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t want to act like saint - hell I’m far from that - but… I can help, ok? I can show you how wrong those horrible thoughts and that horrible man are. Just,, put some faith in me.”

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sfb123 · 3 years

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The Final Goodbye - Chapter 2

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Description: In a slight canon divergence from book 2, Riley reaches her breaking point with the engagement tour and decides to restart her life when the court gets to NYC. Can the rest of the group clear her name, and convince her to come back before it’s too late?

Catch Up Here

Rating: PG (I think there are a few swear words in there, very angsty, but otherwise pretty mild)

Word Count: 1,299

A/N: I am so incredibly humbled by the response I got from chapter 1 last week. I don’t think it’s been much of a secret that I’ve been kind of down on my writing and myself in general the last couple of weeks, but the overwhelming love that you all have sent to me via your reblogs, comments, and messages this week has truly warmed my heart and meant the world to me. Thank you so, so much for your support.

Again, I have to mention my fandom soulmate (yea, I’m just going to start calling you that always now, because you are) @jessiembruno. Your support and encouragement has been monumental in getting me out of my funk, and I will forever be grateful and in your debt for all you have done for me. Even if it’s just keeping me company via zoom while I do my nails for 2 hours!

Shout out to @emkay512. This doll face reached out on Friday and is an absolute sweetheart. We got to talking, and she mentioned that today is her birthday, so I would like to dedicate today’s chapter to her! Happy birthday beautiful, and I apologize in advance for further breaking your heart on your special day.

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When Riley finished her song, the entire bar erupted into uproarious applause as she hurried off the stage, the entire bar minus one table. Riley’s group of friends were completely silent. Maxwell, Drake, and Hana shot each other concerned looks before turning to Liam. He was staring at a now empty stage, they could all see that he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but that proved to be difficult with a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Drake placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his daze. “Li, are you alright buddy?”

Liam cleared his throat and shook his head, looking over at his friend. “Yes...yea, sorry. She has an amazing voice, doesn’t she?”

“The best. She’s our very own diva!” Maxwell said in an upbeat tone, trying to remind everyone that they were supposed to be having fun. “Where did our little Mariah run off to?” He started looking around the bar to find her.

“She probably just went to the bathroom. I’ll go check on her.” Hana got up from the table and headed toward the ladies room at the back of the bar.

Liam rested his elbows on the table and cradled his head in his hands. All he could think about was the hurt in her eyes as she looked at him from the stage, pouring her heart out to him. He couldn’t help but feel like that song was more than just a way to vent her frustrations at their current situation. He didn’t need to say a word for his friends to know exactly what he was thinking.

Drake was the first one to speak up. “Listen Liam, it was a really bad day for her. She had to pick up Madeleine’s wedding ring, it was kind of a mind fuck for her.”

His head snapped up at the information he had received. “She what?!”

“Yea, Madeleine sent her. She said she needed to do it as a thank you for letting Riley come on the tour and be in your life.” Maxwell added.

Liam’s expression immediately hardened as his hands clenched into fists. “I can’t believe Madeleine would…”

“Um...guys, she wasn’t there.” Hana interrupted. All three of them turned to look at her with wide eyes.

Liam felt his chest tighten as he jumped out of his seat. “What do you mean she wasn't there? Where did she go? We have to find her!”

As Liam turned to head for the door, Maxwell grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Liam, hold on. She probably just went back to the hotel. Letting that much emotion out in front of all of these people, in front of you, it had to have been exhausting.”

“Well I need to go talk to her then.”

“Liam, don’t. If she ran out of here like that, she wants to be alone. I know Brooks well enough to know that if she wants to talk, she’ll come to you. Showing up at her door isn’t going to fix anything right now.” Drake patted the seat next to him, encouraging Liam to sit back down.

“Fine, but I’m going to need another drink.” Liam slumped into the seat next to Drake and ran a hand through his hair.

The next morning, Drake was heading in the direction of Riley’s room when he heard Liam calling out to him. He turned to see his friend lightly jogging to catch up to him. “Hey Liam, how’d you sleep?”

“I didn’t. I spent all night convincing myself not to rush to Riley’s room to talk to her.”

They walked together as another voice filled the hallway. “Liam, darling.” They both cringed and turned around to see Madeleine at the other end of the hall with her hands on her hips. “We are needed for the final preparations.”

“Madeleine, I’m in the middle of something. I will meet you there.” He stood tall, and took a deep breath. He still hadn’t confronted her about the errand she had sent Riley on, but that conversation would be happening very soon.

Madeleine arched an eyebrow and walked quickly and confidently in their direction, stopping in front of Liam with her arms folded across her chest. “Sweetheart, you are needed to prepare for our wedding shower. What am I supposed to tell everyone when I arrive on my own? Do what you will with her in your free time. This is our time, I cannot have you missing important meetings for her. That’s not how this works.”

“She is more important than any meeting that will ever come across my calendar, especially any meeting involving you.” He sneered at her before turning to Drake. “Tell her I came by. And let me know if there is anything I can do.”

“Of course, man.” Drake clapped Liam on the shoulder and watched as Madeleine linked her arm through Liam’s and walked away.

As Liam and Madeleine headed to the elevator, they passed Maxwell, the friends exchanging sad looks.

“Hey Drake, how’s our girl holding up?”

“Don’t know, that interrupted us before we could get to her.”

“Well, let’s go cheer her up. I’ve got some great news!” He bounded toward Riley’s room.

“What do you mean? What kind of news?”

Maxwell turned to him as he began to knock on the door. “We found Tariq!” Drake’s jaw dropped and he stared at Maxwell in shock, as he continued to knock on the door, not getting a response from Riley. “Little Blossom, rise and shine. We’ve got a big day ahead of us!” He turned his attention back to Drake. “This is weird, she’s usually at least yelling at me to go away by now.”

That comment gave Drake an uneasy feeling in his stomach, he pushed Maxwell aside and began banging on the door. “Come on Brooks, let us in.” A couple of neighboring doors opened as angry heads popped out of them, glaring at the early morning intrusion.

“What is the meaning of this commotion? This is a nice hotel, not a frat house!” Maxwell stiffened at the sound of his brother’s voice. Drake continued his assault on the door.

“Bertrand! Um...hi. Riley’s not answering the door. She had a late night, she’s probably still asleep.” Maxwell stumbled through his words.

Bertrand closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maxwell, do you have the spare key to her room?”

“Oh, right! I forgot about that.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a key card for the room and handing it to Drake. “Here, use this.”

Drake shook his head and snatched the card out of his hands. “Brooks, we’re coming in. You’ve been warned. I don’t want to see anything I’m not supposed to.”

They opened the door and entered her room, walking through the sitting area, the bedroom, and then the bathroom. Riley was nowhere to be found. Her bed looked untouched, and it was too early for housekeeping to have come through.

The three men discussed how best to move forward from here. They were in New York, so Riley was already home, they knew she wouldn’t try to fly out anywhere. But they also knew that they needed to get to LA to track down Tariq and get him to make a statement before he found out they were on his trail and disappeared again. Drake and Maxwell hesitantly agreed to meet up with Hana and take Liam’s jet to LA to get Tariq, while Bertrand went in search of Riley, to talk her into returning. All three agreed it was best not to tell Liam that Riley was missing. He was already dealing with enough, and Riley’s performance the night before had taken quite a toll on him.

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Sins of Lovers - Colby Brock | Part Two

Title: Sins of Lovers – Part Two: Drunk in Love

Pairing: Colby x Reader

Summary: Y/n has had a crush on Colby since middle school and now it’s ten years later when he comes back into her life. He’s back in the most unexpected way and the most unexpected of things happens between the two of them.

Word Count: 4.6 k

Warnings: Smut, angsty parental situations, fluff.

MASTERLIST

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<< PART ONE

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A voice said from beside you. You groaned and rolled over, not ready to get up yet. “Come on, we have to get going soon.” They said while poking your shoulder.

“Just a few more minutes.” You mumbled, snuggling further into the bed.

“Well if you want to look decent for dinner, I suggest you wake up now.” It was then when everything came back to you.

“Alright, I’m up.” You finally cracked your eyes open to see Colby standing beside the bed with a goofy grin on his face. You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t attractive.

“Good, did you have a nice nap?” He questioned stepping away from the bed as you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“Yeah, it was decent. What time is it?”

“6:45.” His face was completely serious.

“What!” You jumped from bed and rushed to your bags, rummaging through them to find something suitable for dinner. “You should have woken me up earlier!.”

Colby burst out laughing, making you look at him in confusion. “What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“It’s only 5:45. I’m just joking with you.” He said making you sigh in relief before sending him a playful glare.

“A funny joke.” You said, making it sound like you were mad.

“Don’t get mad, I just like messing around with people.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’m not mad. It’s actually pretty funny. But now I’m going to get ready.” You didn’t have to rush around, but you still got ready pretty quickly and by 6:50, the two of you were both ready and headed out the door.

Your parents were standing in the lobby with their hands entwined, they also seemed to be in conversation. You stopped in front of them and your mother was the first one to see both of you.

“Hey kids, did you get settled into your room?” She questioned as Colby’s dad turned to see you two.

“Yep, Y/n here, took a nice nap.” He said sending you a wink.

“I hope it was good..” She spoke while smiling over at you.

“For sure.” Was all you said, sending her a bittersweet smile. You knew she didn’t really care if you had a nice nap or not.

“Well let’s go catch our reservation, shall we?” The two adults led you two through the fancy hotel, towards the five-star restaurant they had on site. Colby and you quietly followed them, you were led into the restaurant and seated at a four seater booth. You were right next to Colby, which kind of made you nervous. You were still shocked you would be sharing a hotel room with him.

Both parents were happily involved in a conversation that didn’t include you or Colby, so you were just sitting there and watching them ramble on about some useless topic.

“This sucks.” Colby mumbled under his breath.

“It really does.” You agreed, bored out of your mind here. Why were you both there if they weren’t going to actually include you in the conversations.

Your mother looked up to find you glaring at her. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” She questioned also taking in Colby’s expression. The two of you were not happy at all.

“This dinner is boring. You and John haven’t spoken to us once.” You stated while crossing your arms in front of your chest. You glanced over to catch Colby watching you closely.

“Well I’m sorry if we’re boring you, but we would like to have dinner as a family.” The word made you cringe so hard. You all were not a family and you didn’t ever want to see that happen. You still had strong feelings for Colby.

“Don’t say family.” Colby said, feeling the same way you did.

His dad gave him a strict look and your mom was frowning at you. “You two are dismissed. We expect you fix your attitude problems by tomorrow.” His dad said.

Colby was up before you could think and he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, out of the stuffy, too expensive restaurant. “I think we should go out for the night.”

You tried not to focus on the fact that he was holding your hand, but that was near impossible. “Where are we going?” You questioned as we exited the hotel.

“There’s a club a couple blocks away, and I figured we could both use a night out.” He said not letting go of your hand. It honestly sounded so much better than sitting in a restaurant being extras on both your parents date.

“That sounds good to me. I think some drinks and dancing will be fun.” You said as you both crossed the street while he still had a firm grip on your hand.

“Anything is better than being around our parents.” You two stopped in front of a club. It was a very posh looking club and the line to get in wasn’t that long. You both were quiet as the line moved swiftly. In no time, you both were inside the club and he was leading you to the expansive bar at the back of the club. He ordered drinks.

Your two drinks were placed in front of you both and you took yours happily. Colby was the same, he practically downed that first drink, ordering another almost immediately. He actions were making you giggle as you continued to sip your drink, which you finished quite quickly as well. You ordered another drink as well.

While you took a drink, Colby’s eyes were watching you closely. His sexy smirk was apparent as he leaned in close, so that his mouth was next to your ear. “Don’t get too drunk on me, Y/n.” His voice was turning you on majorly, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

You sent him a cheeky smile and leaned into him as well. “But what if I want to get drunk, Colby?”

His raised an eyebrow at me. “Well then, I guess we will get drunk together.”

The two of you stayed beside each other while you had a few drinks. You both were actually conversing, and it was nice. After five or six drinks, Colby took your hand in his and pulled you off to the over-crowded dance floor. Suddenly his hands found your waist and he pulled you close, until your body was flush with his.

“What are you doing?” You questioned savoring the feeling of his hands on your body. You’d never been this close to Colby and you fucking loved it.

“I’m enjoying my night. Are you?” His hot breath was in your ear as the two of you moved to whatever song was playing. You honestly were only focused on him.

“I sure am.” Your arms were now wrapped around him, holding you even closer to his body. You could feel every ridge of his body against yours.

Both of you were grinding up against each other as the music played in the background. His hazel eyes had captured yours in an intense moment as you held each other close. This was fucking unreal to you, but the two of you were so caught up from the alcohol and you allowed it to happen.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel amazing against me.” His voice had grown deeper with what you could assume was lust.

“I like it.”

“You don’t know how happy I was to see you at that dinner at your house. You’ve been on my mind for a long time.”

“Why was I on your mind?”

“Are you kidding me, baby. I fucking adored you in high school, but I was too much of an asshole from the divorce to face my feelings.”

Did he really just say that?

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m telling you the truth. I’ve felt like complete shit these past few years knowing I treated you like shit because of Paige. I know you probably hate me, and I completely understand….”

You cut him off by standing up on your tippy toes and pressing your lips to his. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His lips felt amazing pressed against yours and the sparks were undeniable. It just felt so right, and you know he felt it too. No one else in the club mattered to you two, you were just completely lost in each other and the kiss.

After a while, the two of you pulled away to catch your breath. The two of you were still right up against each other and you could feel everything. You could feel the fact that this kiss aroused Colby majorly and you liked it a lot.

With his hands still on your waist, he leaned down to your ear again. “Would you like to get out of here?” There was promise in his eyes.

“Yes please.” You answered as his hand was wrapped firmly in yours again. It just felt like it belonged there, and you loved that.

You both exited the club and you felt giddy at this point as he led you through the streets. Once you were a block from the club, he gently pushed you against the wall and attached his lips to yours in an eager kiss. You savored the feeling and wound your hands into his soft hair, pulling him close as he claimed you in the sweetest way possible.

Several people were on the street, but none of you seemed to care at the moment. It was only Colby and you. You two were the only ones who mattered, and you preferred it that way.

“Come on, let’s get back to the hotel.” He mumbled against your lips and you nodded, wanting to be completely alone with him. You needed him and he knew it well. You think he needed you as much as you needed him.

He took your hand and led you through the streets, towards the large resort hotel. It was something like 1 or 2 in the morning, so when you and Colby entered the lobby, there weren’t many people milling about. You entered the elevator and Colby’s lips were on yours once again.

The two of you made out while the elevator moved towards your floor. When the elevator dinged, the both of you separated before the doors slid open. Luckily, there was no one on the other side or even in the hallway.

“Come on baby, we’re almost there.” His voice was deep and full of lust. It was a huge turn on. You both quickly made your way to the room and he was quick to unlock it. He led you into the room and pushed you against the door, taking your lips with his again.

The kiss was intense, and you had wrapped yourself up in him, as he pressed you into the wall and smothered you with his kisses. It was an intense moment.

“Y/n, I need you.” He panted as he leaned his forehead onto yours to catch his breathe.

“I want you.” You answered while pressing your lips back into his. He lifted you up and carried you across the room, setting you on the bed all while still kissing you.

You made a move to remove his shirt, and he quickly pulled it from his body. Your lips didn’t separate for long while the two of you took turns removing your clothes. He was quick to help you remove your dress, leaving the two of you in your underwear.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked in concern.

“I want this more than anything.” That was all he needed because he reached behind you and unclasped your bra and pulled it off. His eyes were immediately glued to your breasts that were heaving beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He then attacked you with more kisses, focusing on moving his kisses lower and down your neck. He continued to kiss your skin until he reached one of your sensitive nipples. “So fucking perfect.” He breathed as his mouth closed over the nipple to lightly suck on them, to tease you.

Both your bottom halves were pressed together as he suckled your nipples and causing you to whimper. You could feel his cock was hard and ready for you, and you were dying to feel it inside of you.

“Shit Cole, I need you. Please I need you right now.” You whined as you pressed your soaking heat up against his raging erection.

“Is baby girl wet for me?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I’m so wet for you, please fuck me.” You moaned as he bit down on one of your nipples, bringing out more pleasure.

Colby continued to tease your breasts as one of his hands traveled down your body and between you. His hand slid beneath your panties and he groaned when he felt how soaking wet you were.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Shit I need more.” He pulled his hand from your panties and sucked your glistening juices from his fingers. “And you taste like heaven. Shit, I wanna eat that pussy.”

You were so worked up beneath him at this point. “That’s so hot.”

“Mark my words, I’m gonna eat this pussy, just not today. I can’t wait any longer because my cock is about to explode.” He reached down and pulled your panties off. It took him even less time to remove his underwear.

He paused for a second and made his way to his wallet and pulled out a condom. He was quick to remove it from the package and slide the rubber onto his hard cock. Once that was on, Colby was quick to place himself at your entrance. He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips as he pushed into you, filling you up fully.

You wrapped your arms around Colby and pulled him closer as he began to thrust himself into you. The feeling was something you didn’t know you needed. The two of you continued to kiss as Colby’s hips collided with yours in the most passionate way. It was hard to believe you were actually here having sex with Colby, the guy you’d crushed on since forever. You wanted to believe that this wasn’t just happening because of the alcohol.

“Colby, oh my god.” You moaned as his pace got a little quicker.

“You like that, baby?” His voice was deep with lust as his lips closed in onto the skin on your neck.

“Yes, fuck. You’re so good.” You were biting your lip as he sucked on the sensitive spots of your neck and thrust his beautiful cock in and out of your wet pussy. The sounds that could be heard, were absolutely primal as he fucked you into the mattress.

“I like it when you moan my name, baby.” His nipped at your neck, causing a series of whimpers to fall from your mouth.

“I love the way you fuck me, Ahhh.” He cut off your scream by attaching your lips in another one of those passionate kisses he seemed to love giving.

“You’re so sexy.” The kiss was broken, and Colby buried his face into your neck and let out these sexy as fuck low moans as he felt your walls tightening around his shaft. “Are you trying to make me cum fast, baby?”

You shook your head as you gripped onto him tightly, wrapping your legs around him which allowed him to hit you in a much deeper position. You moaned loudly as his cock brushed past your g-spot. Colby could tell he was giving you a lot of pleasure and that made him feel really good.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby girl. Let go for me.” He coaxed as he slowed the pace to make his thrusts more precise and to focus on the spot he knew would send you over the edge. “Cum for me, Y/n. I want to feel your pussy clench around my poor cock. Cum around me, yeah?”

His words pushed you over the edge, and you tugged at his hair as the orgasm hit you head on. Colby was growing close too, so he continued to push the two of you closer to the edge. Your body was shaking from all the undeniable pleasure you were feeling from the mind-blowing orgasm Colby had given you.

“Fuck, cum for me Colby.” You moaned to his ear, wanting to feel him reach his end too.

“Anything for you, baby.” He groaned as he let his orgasm take over him and you felt him spill his warm seed into the condom inside of you. It caused added pleasure to your waning orgasm and seemed to renew the feeling for you. Your hips thrust into his as you rode through your amazing highs. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as both your bodies shook and overcame the absolute pleasure that had been created.

“Fuck, oh fuck Y/n. That was so fucking hot.” Colby’s voice was much softer now and he’d stopped moving and just stayed still inside of you as your body went through the last shocks of your climax.

“It was.” You whispered as you started to unwind yourself from his body. Colby lightly set you onto the bed, and gingerly pulled his softening cock from your well-fucked pussy. Colby was quick to move and dispose of the condom before returning back to you as you laid on the bed catching your breath.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” He asked softly as he eyed you lying naked on the bed.

“I would love that.” You held up a hand and he helped you up from the bed. You had a feeling you would be sore in the morning from the intense fucking you’d received. You followed him to the luxurious bathroom we. He started the huge shower and allowed it to warm up.

Once the shower was warm enough for the two of you, he gently pulled you into the shower. He shoved you against the wall and kissed you again, this time he’d taken his time with this kiss and showed you the kiss meant more to him then you’d thought. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of you as you washed each other. He was sweet and absolutely perfect through it all.

After the shower, he led you back to the room and he pulled a pair of boxers from his suitcase and threw you one of his band shirts. You quickly slipped it over your head as you watched him pull the boxers on. Then he pulled you into the other bed, the one you both hadn’t fucked on and cuddled you close. Sleep overcame the both of you almost immediately.

****

The morning came around and you expected to have a headache and for Colby to not be next to you anymore, but you were wrong on both of those. The only inkling you had that you’d drank, was the slight grogginess you felt. You were surprised to find that Colby was still asleep with his arms happily wrapped around you. It felt nice.

You relaxed into his arms and just let your body fully wake up. When he started to stir next to you, you turned to face him. He cracked his eyes open, saw you, and smiled really wide.

“Good morning, gorgeous girl.” He mumbled as he pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours.

“Good morning, sexy man.” You replied while you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He intertwined your fingers and it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. Being close and having this type of intimacy that you’d always craved. Having it with Colby was just fantastic.

“Do you regret last night?” He questioned while looking into your eyes.

“I could never regret something so amazing.” You replied, snuggling closer to him.

The smile never left his face. “I couldn’t agree more. Look y/n, I like you a lot and I have for what feels like forever.”

“Wait really?” Hearing this made your heart beat fast.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you forever now. Well since middle school.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I don’t know but it never went away.”

“Even went I treated you like shit when I was with Paige?”

“Even then.” You confirmed.

“You’re incredible and I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you deserve me!” Colby chuckled and just basked into the happiness and intimacy you both were feeling at the moment. The two of you stayed like that for a good while until his phone rang behind him. He groaned and reached for it.

You stayed quiet and listened to him talk to whoever it was. He rolled his eyes when they said something. You had a feeling it was his dad. The conversation ended and he hung up the phone and threw it back onto the side table.

“Who was that?” You questioned pulling him back to me.

“My father. He and your mother want to meet us for lunch in half an hour.” He explained and both you groaned.

“Why do we have to attend their dates with them? Can’t they leave us alone?”

“I wish they would. Come on baby girl, we should get ready. I left two killer hickies on your neck.” He touched them and you had chills.

“Okay.” The two of you unhappily got out of bed and ready for this dumb lunch we had to go to.

Some time later and some makeup to cover the pretty noticeable hickies, Colby and you were in the lobby waiting for both your parents. You both had taken a seat in the couches next to each other.

“Good afternoon, kids.” His father said as he and your mom joined you two.

“Hello.” You both mumbled to them.

“You two look like you slept in. Where did you go last night?” Your mom questioned.

“Not important. Are we ready for lunch?” Colby grumbled.

“Yes, it’s just a short walk down the street.” Colby didn’t even wait for us before walking away. You quickly got up to follow the moody guy.

The two of you walked in front of your parents after they told you which way to go. You were silent when both of you heard your mom gasp.

“Colby, where did you get those scratches?” She asked.

You both stopped short. You looked up to find that Colby had some nail scratches visible on his upper arm. Shit.

“Susanne, it’s clear my son went out and found some slut to hook up with. I hope he at least didn’t bring her back to the room to wake Y/n up.” He grumbled sounding mad.

“Do you really think I’m like that?” Colby asked his father, trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Colby, we all know you would do that. You haven’t exactly changed since high school.”

Colby glared at his father.

“What time did Colby come in last night, y/n?” You couldn’t understand why his father was being like this.

“Um 2?” You couldn’t tell them we came home together, could you?

“Jesus christ, Colby. You have got to stop sleeping around. One day you’re going to knock one of this girls up.”

You heard Colby growl. “For the last time, father. I was never out sleeping around. I was with my band practicing. I leave the sleeping around to you.” He said before turning away from all of you and walking off. You sent his father a glare and followed Colby. You so desperately wanted to grab his hand and soothe his anger, but your parents couldn’t see that.

All of you reached the restaurant and were led to a table out in the garden. Colby and you sat beside each other while your parents occupied the opposite side of the table. Everyone was quiet as drinks and food was ordered. Colby had slipped his hand into yours under the table.

The food came and you all idly conversed about meaningless shit. You noticed John was acting weird and you had a bad feeling about it. He was fidgeting and couldn’t keep his eyes off your mother.

He was quick to order desert for her. Colby and you exchanged a look. John started rambling about how much he loved my mom and how much he loved that we had all come together as a family for this trip. You had a bad feeling about this. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach and your grip on Colby’s hand got tighter.

“Susanne, I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel something for you. We have this unspoken connection and it’s made me so happy. I never thought I would find myself falling for another woman so hard, but here we are.” He laughed and stood up.

Your anxiety grew tenfold.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is. Susanne, I love you with all my heart and I want to marry you.” He pulled a box from his pocket and dropped down onto one knee. “Will you marry me?”

You felt like you were going to be sick.

Your mothers face lit up and she jumped from her seat. “Yes! Of course I will marry you!” She pulled him into a kiss before he slid the ring onto her finger.

The urge to puke had overcome your body and Colby could see this.

“I-i’ll be right back.” You mumbled before shooting up from the table and running off in search of the bathroom. You quickly found it and expelled your lunch into the toilet before you sank to the floor and let your emotions get the best of you.

You were glad no one else was in the bathroom to witness your breakdown, but you bawled your eyes out and heaved into the toilet. The feeling passed but the tears still fell.

A knock sounded on the door before the person just rushed into the bathroom. “Y/n, are okay?” It was Colby.

You wiped your mouth and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the stall door. Colby frowned when he saw your appearance. You grumbled and pushed past him to rinse your mouth and wash your hands.

“Are you okay?” He was watching you in the mirror.

“No, I’m not. That was a lot to take out there.” You admitted once again feeling worked up. Colby and you just confessed your feelings for each other and now your parents were engaged. What a cruel sick joke.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his arms. “It surprised me too. I didn’t expect him to do that.”

“Colby, what are we going to do?” You looked up at his handsome face.

“We will figure it out. But we’re not going to let it stop us. I like you so much, y/n, and I’m not going to let that dumb engagement stop me from pursuing that girl I like.” He kissed your cheek.

“Okay.” You mumbled.

“Let me take you back to the hotel?” You just nodded and you both left the bathroom. The two of you stopped at the table to see your mom and John looked upset.

“What the hell was that y/n!?” She growled at you.

“She’s not feeling well. I’m going to take her back to the hotel.” Colby said before leading you out of the restaurant. You knew your mom was going to give you hell about this later, but for now you wanted to get away from her and be alone with Colby.

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