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A collection of life series/hermitcraft text post thingies that I made at 3 am
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If you’re comfortable with it, could I request a free use with ateez (doesn’t matter who between hg, sh, yh, ys or mg) with 101 + 106 + 111 + 113 please ? 😚
hush, puppy!



free use + somno + cnc + pet play + daddy kink
dom bfs!yunho & yeosang x sub gf!reader
part of my 2k event.
warnings: all warnings in the prompts and…feral dom yunho, dl feral dom yeosang (he hides it well), condescending dirty talk, unprotected sex etc
disclaimer: this wasn’t as much of free use + pet play as i originally intended, but my works often do get away from me, but hopefully that’s something yall are used to by now…i hope this is good for you anyway! and at any given time (including now) i have some free use AND pet play atz coming so dont you worry abt that. anyway! here!
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You don’t know what time you fell asleep; don’t remember closing your eyes, feeling the exhaustion creep in the way it usually does.
But you obviously did fall asleep—and somewhere between then and now you’ve been moved to bed from the couch, your clothes peeled off and cast aside and your legs eased apart.
Their presence is familiar—large, strong, protective; safety and stability as it lives and breathes. Their touch—light, gentle but unmistakably possessive on your skin.
The familiarity is why you don’t panic when you wake up pressed between them even though you fell asleep alone; why you don’t feel anxious or confused even in the few seconds it takes for your brain to catch up and understand what’s happening to you and who’s doing it.
You’re in tune with them now, on an almost primal level. You’d recognise their touch, their scents, even if you were unconscious. Even after a hundred, a thousand years without it.
You know what they’re doing now; why you’ve woken up in this position and why they seem to have been trying to keep you unconscious. Yunho and Yeosang love, more than they admit even to you, to fuck you in your sleep.
Maybe it’s the power; the knowledge that they can use you at all hours and you won’t and couldn’t say no. The feeling of you, tiny and weak and helpless in their arms, taking everything they give you and never resisting. Never even knowing, if they’re careful enough.
Maybe it’s just that you look so sweet and innocent when you sleep, that they just can’t help it. Certainly nothing like the pervert they’ve made of you when you’re awake.
The kind of pervert who’d have come to them not too long ago and proposed this arrangement in the first place. Who’d have sat them down and explained, with flushed cheeks and hands shaking so hard Yunho had had to hold them in his own to keep you steady, that you wanted, from now, to be their toy. Their doll, free for the taking no matter your state.
“Careful.” Yeosang’s voice comes low, quiet; small hints of arousal hidden beneath the calm, level composure he keeps. You recognise his hands on your breasts; stroking, claiming, fingers running across your nipples with enough pressure to make your breath stutter. “Don’t wake her.”
Yunho’s hands are on your thighs; larger, thicker than Yeosang’s yet just as gentle and adoring. Just as worshiping. He hums in agreement, pulling your legs further apart almost agonisingly slowly, and you realise then that they haven’t noticed.
They don’t know you’re awake. They don’t know you’re aware. For the first time since you’d sat them down and told them you wanted to try this, you get to play the game too.
Win it, even.
You keep your eyes closed, squeezed shut even as you feel them so close to you; even as you want so desperately to open your eyes and see your big, beautiful boyfriends staring down at you like you’re all they’ve ever wanted.
But this is more fun. Yunho pushes in one finger, pulling you tenderly backwards closer to his chest. He’s naked too, you realise; firm chest bare and flushed and sticky with sweat. How long have they been doing this?
His finger goes in easily—suspiciously easily. He makes a noise of quiet surprise. “She’s soaking,” he mutters.
“Is she?” Yeosang asks. With your head buried in the crook of his neck you feel the vibrations of his voice in his throat against your skin, soothing and electrifying at once. “How soaking?”
Yunho slides another finger in just as easily. “So soaking,” he starts, “that I’m starting to think she’ll have some explaining to do when she wakes up.”
“Ah.” Yeosang presses a kiss into your hair and you feel his lips curl against your crown in a small, knowing smile.
Caught. Dread fills your stomach, mixing with your arousal and adrenaline to create a feeling you’re all too familiar with but still can’t quite describe.
Them, you’ve started calling it. It’s the closest thing to an explanation you’ve been able to come up with.
“If she’s been misbehaving,” Yeosang says, “I don’t think we need to bother stretching her out. Puppy’s obviously desperate for it.”
Yunho’s dick pulses where it’s pressed against your back; rock hard and leaking. He breathes out a quiet laugh. “What do you think?” He asks.
The tone—cooing, patronising, talking down instead of talking to—is familiar in the worst way.
That’s not how he talks to Yeosang. Which means—
There’s a hand in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it back, so quickly and violently you don’t have time to react; or to not react, with your attempt to trick them into thinking you’re still asleep in mind. You cry out, half pained and half shocked, and your eyes dart open in surprise.
Yeosang is there, inches away, looking at you like he’s just won the game. “Good morning,” he smiles. “Have a nice sleep?”
“I—”
“I’m sure she did,” Yunho says, cutting you off. “Always tires herself out doing that, don’t you?”
“Doing what?” You ask. May as well give it one more go playing innocent.
They don’t seem amused. Yeosang’s grip—you know it’s Yeosang’s now; the large hand curling around your neck and the thick fingers still stuffed inside your pussy make it the obvious conclusion—tightens in your hair, pulling your head back further and making you hiss in pain.
“Fucking yourself,” he says, voice low. “Breaking our rules. Coming on your fingers because you’re too needy to wait for our cocks.”
“That’s what you did, isn’t it?” Yunho’s voice is purring almost; hummed into your ear and making you shiver involuntarily. It’s as delicious as it is dangerous. “Admit it, puppy. Admit you couldn’t even wait a few hours for us to come back.”
You say nothing; probably couldn’t if you tried. Not when they call you that; the one word they know always sends you into subspace with the flick of a switch. All you do is whine, trying to nuzzle back into Yeosang’s hold but his grip is too strong on your hair.
“Naughty girl,” he hums. “Naughty puppy. Putting her fingers in our hole and pretending to be asleep like we wouldn’t know. Did you think you’d get away with it, pretty?”
“No,” you mumble, defeated. Yunho chuckles.
“That’s right,” he says. “Of course you won’t. You think we don’t know your body by now? Know our property enough to tell when she’s awake?”
“She’s gotten cocky,” Yeosang says. “Thinking she can trick her daddy like that.”
Oh. You know he feels the way your breath hitches at the word; the implication. They’re in one of those moods.
So are you, you realise. Then again—you usually are.
Not your fault they’re just so damn good at making you feel tiny.
Yunho’s voice comes low. “Flip her over,” he orders, pulling his fingers out of you at the same time. “On her stomach.”
Yeosang is quick to follow, situating you in position with your face pressed into the pillow. The silk is cool and soft against your skin and completely covered in drool. You flush, embarrassed; was that you? It must have been.
“Messy girl,” Yeosang coos. His hand is pressing down on the back of your neck, holding you in place; with the other he feeds three long fingers into your mouth, just deep enough to make you dizzy and pliant without outright choking you. “There we go,” he smiles. “You suck on your bit, puppy. We’ll use you nice and good.”
It takes you a moment to digest his words; with your mouth full, body immobilised and surrounded by your daddies, it’s hard to process anything beyond the sound of their voices and the heaviness of their touch. You blink, slowly, moving your head to the side just enough to meet Yeosang’s eyes.
He looks fucking ravenous.
And yet—still as gentle as ever. A balance only Yeosang, your Yeosang, can strike.
You whine around his fingers, trying to say something but he shushes you with narrowing eyes. “Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Dogs don’t talk, princess. You wanna tell us something, you can bark. Unless you need your bone?”
No, you shake your head desperately. You don’t need your bone—the thick, bone-shaped gag that’s too big for your mouth and makes you drool all down your face and chest, “like a true puppy,” as Yunho puts it. It’s uncomfortable and humiliating, and as much as you secretly love it (the closest thing to a secret you can have with two men who know you better than you do, anyway) you don’t want it now. The feeling of being gagged with a bone in your mouth always makes you so dumb so quickly that you can never feel and enjoy their cocks the way you want to.
The way you need to, tonight, when they’ve been so busy recently getting ready for their comeback. So busy that you haven’t had them like this in weeks. God, you feel like you’ve been dying.
No. No gag tonight. Next time, maybe.
“Didn’t think so,” Yeosang says. “I’m glad. You know we don’t like having to do that to you, pup.”
Lie. You both know it. But right now he could tell you just about anything and you’d nod along like a brainless little mutt.
A strong arm hooks under your waist and lifts your hips, pulling them up for better access; Yunho wastes no time, pushing himself inside you with fervent desire; the sound of your wet folds and leaking pussy squelching as he pushes in makes him groan, hips bucking against you before he quickly gets ahold of himself. “Still so tight,” he grunts. He starts to thrust, slowly, then faster. “Always tight for us, aren’t you? Even when you disobey—fuck—little pussy still knows who her daddy is. Knows who to clench around like a good little cunt.”
“That’s what we trained her for,” Yeosang says. He sounds remarkably cool, indifferent as he lies next to you; his fingers thrust lazily in and out of your mouth, in time with Yunho’s movements in your pussy. The younger’s eyes are hooded, desire evident, but he seems in no rush to act on it. Always in control, he is—not just of you but of himself.
It’s why the three of you work so well, you think; Yeosang’s composure, his self-control, tempering Yunho’s more feral side. Always there to rein him in when he gets too rough with a soft smile and a low, firm voice. Enough. Control yourself. She’s only little.
It’s probably the main reason you haven’t been completely and irreversibly destroyed in your time with them—why you so look forward to the times Yunho loses a little too much control; when he bites a little too hard, hits a little too heavy. Because Yeosang is always there to keep you in one piece.
He has to, of course. If he lets Yunho break you in the way he wants to, what would be left for Yeosang to play with?
What would be left for him to break himself?
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your flushed cheeks with the wet, sticky digits. “Open your mouth,” he hums. “Wider.”
Then he lifts himself up and onto his knees, dick hard and heavy in your face and pushing past your lips without warning. You accept it eagerly, greedily, just as you’ve been taught; let it hit the back of your throat with tears in your eyes. Crying so prettily for them, just the way they like.
“That’s it,” he smiles. “Milk your daddy nice and dry, puppy. Do your job, pretty thing, and maybe we’ll get you off too.”
He pushes deeper again, holding your head in place as you gag and splutter around his cock. “This is what you’re made for,” he grunts. “A free use little puppy for us to abuse. That’s what you like, isn’t it baby? You like being nothing but a cocksleeve for us. Just barking and crying around our cocks ‘cause it’s the only thing you know how to do.”
Tears are streaming freely now, your sobs vibrating against him as you try desperately to take him the way he expects. A particularly hard sob makes your teeth scrape ever so slightly against his skin, just enough to hurt. Most men, you think, would hate that, but Yeosang isn’t most men; the noise he makes is guttural, feral, the closest to a crack in composure you ever really see from him. His fingers tighten in your hair, unyielding, and you know what’s about to happen before it does.
The first taste of cum in your throat, coming down even before Yunho breaks, reminds you of the truth you tend to forget until moments like this.
Yeosang is controlled, yes, keeping Yunho in check when it comes to you—but it’s not for your sake.
It’s for theirs. To keep their toy, their puppy, in good condition, so that they might use you easier.
You wouldn’t want it any other way.
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#ateez smut#ateez hard hours#ateez x reader#ateez hard thoughts#jeong yunho smut#yunho smut#yeosang smut#poly ateez x reader#mulloey writes
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matters of the heart
chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader
summary: a three of hearts game revolving around secrets. not ideal for a secret relationship.
wc: 2k ish
tags: angst/fluff, some hurt some comfort, established relationship (yall are married), secret relationship, sorry i'm a sap and haven't written in ages :/
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Nobody knew you two were dating. It was better this way in both of your opinions! The Borderland is dangerous to all and doesn’t discriminate on who lives and who dies, a lesson you learned quickly.
Chishiya is a private man, in and out of the Borderlands; as his wife, you know this. What is not widely known, ie. by nobody at all, is your relationship. Somehow the general consensus is that you despise one another all because your husband is a bit more teasing to you than anyone else. Neither of you try to refute these claims for many reasons: there can be no one using the other against you, Kuina, and the monstrosity that is the military (Niragi). To many this level of privacy and secrecy would strain the relationship, but not you. It took literally five years for you to even mention Chishiya to your family.
They were not pleased, to say the least.
Leading into your current predicament, let us set the scene. Your visas are about to run out, so you both go out on the next run and by happenstance end up on the same team. With the way Chishiyas shoulders relax slightly, you know that being able to protect you is a relief to him. There have been far too many close calls and unknowns. Climbing into the car with the honestly obnoxious bunch, you both make the realization that oh! Tatta is here too! The pinkie that crept toward yours stays in place once remembering that the aforementioned boy has the observation skills of a dead duck.
The game, a level three hearts, is the one type Chishiya never wants to be playing with you at his side. Fuck. The concept is relatively simple and, if played correctly, could result in no death! Great, right? The objective is to tell who's a liar and who isn’t. Each player tells a secret or memory and the others cast their vote on whether it’s a truth or a lie. The option with the most votes is chosen. What’s the problem then? There is one player chosen secretly as a trickster whose goal is to get a unanimous incorrect vote - a truth is voted as a lie or vice versa. If this is managed, all the other players die. If it isn’t then the trickster will die instead.
The three of you walk into the old classroom and sit down at the desks arranged in a circle, all facing one another. Tatta is a nervous wreck but you quietly talk to him about random things, an effective distraction. If a small smile graces Chishiya’s face…well that’s no one's business. The other five players worry you - cocky young boys with quick tempers and two nervous wrecks. Lovely. The rules are explained and your heart rate ticks up, silently matching Chishiyas even as his body language says otherwise.
“Player three, start!” The young boy with no eyebrows steps up to the podium and a timer of two minutes counts down. You pay attention to his tapping fingers, breathing, and where his eyes go. Being with Chishiya for as long as you have has certainly taught you some things.
“Uhm..one time I uh, kissed a fish.” The snort that comes from Tatta almost gets you, but you cool your face. Hands tap a button and the counts tally in - unanimous truths. The alarm bells go off and your palms grow sweaty even though you’re confident that this weirdo did kiss a fish. His burning ears made it obvious. Your husband's dark eyes glance at you, the deep color so familiar that it’s calming. The slight nod of his head soothes any worry you had. The screen lights up green - all clear! The boy sits back down and another with a…tasteful mullet, takes his place.
“I’m allergic to oranges.” He deadpans, fingers still and skin unchanging. Shit. The blond beside you watches his peripheral, decides he doesn’t like seeing the nervousness on your face, - at least not in this context - and tilts his tablet screen just enough for you to see ‘lie’ highlighted. The trust you have is unmatched so you don’t hesitate to choose. Tatta taps your shoulder and based on his sweaty brow, needs help. You share your choice much to the chagrin of the group across you.
“You can’t do that!” Fish-kisser complains to which you recite the rules. Never once is it mentioned you can’t share answers so he pipes down real quick. Reality is brought back to you when the screen lights up red - fail. The rules never stated what happens when the player tricks the majority of you. The thought is sobering and you nervously look at Chishiya, only to see his eyes already on you. A tick mark appears in the corner of the screen and text flashes stating, “if the guessers fail three times, one randomized player will be disqualified!” The cheerful voice does not match the deadly rules, nor does it pair with the fear that flashes within Chishiya’s eyes. Already he was planning ways to get the both of you out of this unscathed, but now he has to factor in other peoples idiocy and randomization? A pinky finds yours and you hold on tight.
The next person steps up to the podium and is caught in a lie, ‘clear’ soothing the staccato of your heart. This trend follows for the next two boys and you expect the same for Chishiya, your curiosity that initially drew him to you in the first place making a show towards what he might say. His relaxed form stands at the podium, both mysterious and gloating with how his eyes ghost over each player.
“My hair is dyed.” Ah. He’s playing it safe. The more obvious the answer, the faster he can get you to safety and back in his arms - fail!
What?
The three boys across from you are laughing, laughing, as if they haven’t royally fucked up. Before you can stop yourself, you’re speaking up.
“What the actual fuck are you thinking?” While your voice may sound level, internally you’re having to restrain yourself from throttling someone. A white coat fills your peripherals and for a moment you’re tossed back to the days of visiting Chishiya on his lunch break, soft touches and pastries eaten in amicable silence in the garden. Truth comes back to you when his pinkie relinks with yours and Tatta begins to panic beside you, the two tally marks seeming to take up the entire screen.
“We wanna get outta here faster, so we might as well just get disqualified.” Mullet shrugs. The fact that they’re new is even more infuriating. Your eyes squeeze shut so you don’t snap at them, but Tatta has you covered.
“No you- you don’t want to be disqualified. Just play the game.” His voice is higher than normal, giving away his stress. Your tablet flashes at you, reminding you that it’s your turn now. The walk to the podium is heavy on your shoulders but your eyes meet Chishiyas and stay there, imagination offering escape in the memory of lazy mornings in filtered sunlight. The three boys totally ignore Tatta in the time it takes you to reach the podium.
“I’m married.” Tatta chokes on his spit and Chishiya looks the smallest bit surprised at your secret as if he isn’t the one you’ve devoted your being to. To emphasize the truth to this, you take the simplistic ring - a metal band with a beautiful pearl in the center - out of your pocket and slide it on your left ring finger. There was the slightest tan line that is now covered and the ring fits perfectly, the nights Chishiya spent secretly measuring your sleeping figures hand definitely having paid off. The proud smile on your face doesn’t hurt either as you can never seem to hide the joy of being connected to another person. It’s something Chishiya deeply admires and will whisper to you when he thinks you’re fast asleep in his arms. All in all, the truth option is the only one.
Therefore, when the screen flashes red and a tally is added beside the ‘fail’ text, your surprise is palpable. Tatta only manages a squeak of fear and the two random people look physically ill, Chishiya’s face a blank slate and the group of three laughing annoyingly at everyones reactions. The results make no sense until one of the ill people starts rapidly apologizing, having believed you to be the trickster and convincing their partner of the same. The three boys find it hilarious.
You don’t even notice your trembling until Chishiya is sitting you back down in your seat and his hand is gently rubbing your back, murmured instructions to follow his breathing being subconsciously followed. The apologies fall deaf on your ears. A faint hum fills them instead and now the urge to speak to Chishiya, your one love, is overwhelming.
“I love you.” The truth is whispered only to the man across from you and the reciprocation meets your ears just as fast, but lacks the resignation in your tone. The gears in Chishiya’s mind are turning rapidly as the buzzing hum grows louder and the chance of your death seems larger than it mathematically is. The three boys laugh and Tatta panics and the ill people vomit, at least until Mullet has a smoking hole between his eyes.
Tatta gets up to the podium and says some obvious lie, ‘clear’ flashing across the screen and the card collected.
You’ve calmed down at this point but your pinkie holding has escalated to holding his hand, your free hand even wrapping around his bicep. Chishiya only holds on tight so his heart will calm back down and he can regain control. He tells himself over and over that you’re okay, but the level of stress is the exact same as when he got the call of you in a car crash. Tatta has the tact of wonder-bread and the timing of gold.
“Are you two married…?” He asks on the ride back, filling the stark silence now that one new guy is gone and his two friends will return to Beach much less eager to play. Both of you nod at the same time, fingers staying laced together even as you walk into Beach and past Kuina. She does a quadruple take and almost tackles Tatta, knowing that getting information from either of you would be like pulling teeth. As you pad up the steps to your room, neither of you miss the muffled screech of “Married?!” and the following thump of someone fainting.
You shower together and fall asleep together, wrapped up in the other with hands pressed on pulse points and lips imprinting promises into the skin.
Sunlight streams in through the curtains and your eyes blink blearily, meeting Chishiyas focused ones where you lay curled up side by side. He looks borderline angelic, easily worth the devotion, in the morning light. Your eyes trail over the familiar lips of his face and curves of his torso, stopping where your arm is curled around that unfairly slim waist. You know you have bedhead and probably look as tired as you feel, but with the way his eyes stare so reverently, you could be convinced that you’re an angel worthy of devotion too.
If a chair is kept under the door handle and a married pair stays in their room all day, that’s no one's business but your own. If vows are renewed after facing death, those promises will stay yours. If Kuina and Tatta spend that day gossiping with just about everyone…well that is everyone's business. Ann can only listen in mild amusement because she’s known - it was obvious when the only time she’s seen Chishiya truly smile was at you.
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a/n: hi I'm alive and while I'm not really in the aib fandom anymore, I saw a picture of chishiya and immediately went back to being down bad! so! here you go!
#chishiya x gn!reader#aib chishiya#chishiya x reader#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro#aib fanfic#chishiya x you#shuntaro chishiya
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The Vigilante's Guide to Grief
pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader wc: 2k a/n: this chapter had me stumped. it's been a long time since I've written angst and I'm (unfortunately for yall) so happy to hear how upset it's making some of you lmao prev: anger next: depression



Stage four: Bargaining
Jason sits at his desk for the first time in weeks. He's staring at the notebook in front of him. He can remember the last time he tried journaling. The way he felt after, the way he spent almost five hours at the gym with Dick to calm himself down.
It felt awkward for him now trying to get back into it - the same way he felt the first time he tried journaling. But he pushed through the heavy feeling in his chest and picked up his pen.
hey,
it's officially July. I haven't written in a while I'm sorry. I don't know what it is about the heat that makes people crazier. Penguin went on a fucking rampage that took days to stop. I'm exhausted. I haven't been in the best head space either. Canceled a bunch of appointments with Christy. She said she understands but I know she's disappointed. I don't really want to tell her “sorry I'm actually Red Hood and I was chasing down a crazy guy who goes by the name Penguin with Batman. I need some normalcy in my life. I'm just tired of feeling like I'm letting down everyone in my life because of Red Hood. But I don't know anything else. Not that it's a fucking surprise.
It's your (official) one year anniversary with Jason and you were so excited to spend the night with him. He promised he would be home early, said that B just needed his help with a case and that it shouldn't take more than a few hours. You believe him, of course you do, despite the small bubble of anxiety in your stomach that kept whispering: ”he's going to bail”.
You can't let yourself be negative like that - not right now, you tell yourself. So you go grocery shopping wanting to cook a special dinner for the two of you and a dessert for after.
That evening everything was perfect. Dinner cooked to perfection, dessert smelled heavenly, you put on your best outfit. The one that you knew made Jason go a little feral every time you wore it. The table was set.
You sat excitedly at the table that was set with your best dishes, fresh flowers in a small vase he got you for Valentine's day, candles lit. Picture perfect.
“Be there soon.” The text from him read. The text from two hours ago.
Three hours ago.
Four and a half hours ago.
The candles burned out. Dinner is cold, bad now. And you sit there with tears in your eyes. Stupid. You feel stupid. You told yourself that you should have known a case with Bruce would mean he wouldn't make it home in time for dinner, but you held out hope.
Everything gets angrily thrown into the garbage. Dinner, dessert, the candles, the flowers. You stack the dishes in the sink and spray them off with tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Idiot…” you mumble under your breath before taking yourself to bed.
You're sleeping is interrupted several hours later, you didn't even hear Jason come home. But you definitely feel the way he slowly crawls over you in bed. One knee beside you, arms on either side of your head.
“Hey, hey-” he coos softly, voice rough when he feels you stirring.
“God I'm so sorry.” Jason kisses your temple before moving to the apple of your cheek, warm breath ghosting over your cool skin.
You're still angry, unbelievably so. But the second he's on you apologizing you deflate against your will. Of course you want to talk about what happened, be mad about it, but you also just want to be with him, want him to make you feel better.
“You didn't even text me.” You whisper.
“I know, I know. Two Face made a move an’ we went after him.” He's pressing his body weight against you, one hand on your waist while the other holds him up. He kisses down your cheeks to your jawline.
You tell yourself you can't be mad at him for that, you knew Red Hood came first - that's how it was since he was Robin and you knew that's how it would always be.
With a soft hum, mixing in with a sigh, you put your hands on the back of his neck. “You bailed on our anniversary.” You state it as a simple fact.
“I know, baby, I know. Trust me,” he kisses down the column of your throat and you tilt your head to the side, “I pray to God every day that I was different, that I could give you a normal life.” He presses an open mouthed kiss to your pulse.
“Don't want normal,” you breathe out a moan, “just want you.”
You feel Jason's lips twitch, like he's holding back a smile. “You got me, sweet girl.”
I know you'd get all huffy and cute with me and tell me something stupid like I don't need to change. Part of me thinks I do. I still pray to God that I could have been different for you. Normal. Then maybe you'd still be here.
Jason sits back in the chair and just stares at the paper in front of him. Praying to God… Even growing up Catholic with everything that happened to him, continues to happen to him, he's not sure he believes in much of anything anymore. The only thing he knows for sure is that evil exists in the world.
But he still clearly remembers the last time he truly prayed.
Jason was a mess, a wreck. He feels about as numb and dissociated as he did when he crawled his way out of his own grave. His mind was a foggy, jumbled mess. His head felt stuffy from crying as he made his way down the sidewalk. He was wandering aimlessly through Gotham. He wasn't even sure what time it was, just that it was dark and quiet on the street.
And then he stops, seeing a familiar set of steps out of his peripheral. He wipes at his nose with the sleeve of his jacket before looking up at the massive cathedral before him. Without thinking Jason's body moves on autopilot, pulling him up the steps.
He ignores the voice on his head telling him to leave, that it wouldn't be open, not this late at night. His hand is on the handle pulling the heavy door open. The high walls feel overwhelming as his feet carry him to the pew at the front of the cathedral. He sits with a heavy slump. Ornate stained glass windows glare at him.
Jason's not sure why he's here. The last time he was here was when he came with you and your family for Christmas. While neither of you were heavily devout you had promised your mom you would bring Jason along for the family tradition.
His eyes are heavy and dry from crying. He stares half lidded at the statue of Jesus that stands in the very center of the apse. Part of him wants to scoff.
“What a load of shit.” He whispers to himself with a rough voice. He can't remember the last time he spoke out loud, something other than crying. He knows you would scold him with a smile on his face for swearing in church. He hates the thought.
With a sigh he folds his hands together and rests his elbows on his thighs, his forehead connects with his hands. He sits like that in silence for several minutes before the tears start back up.
“‘s not fair.” The words come out in a wet whisper. He shakes his head. “Why couldn't things be different? They should have been different. She should be here.” He sniffles loudly.
“Why couldn't I save her? Please,” he whispers desperately. He opens his red rimmed eyes and stares at the statue.
“Please, please.” His voice shakes with each syllable. His cries grow louder, unabashed, all consuming.
“Please bring her back. Please. She didn't deserve this- didn't deserve any of this. Not me, not my bullshit.” Jason's shoulders shake as he sobs.
“I ruined her… it's my fault. Please, you have to take me instead.” He begs like the statue of Jesus can simply snap its fingers and replace Jason with you.
“I already died once, dammit. Please! You have to take me instead. You gave me a second chance when I didn't deserve it! I came back! Why can't she? You have to bring her back! I have to make this right. I have to tell her I'm sorry, I-” he breaks.
Jason cries roughly. His arms fold over his thighs and he cradles his head in his hands. “I have to tell her how much I love her. Just one more time, please.” His voice cracks again. He's not sure how long he sits there crying but he lets himself do so freely.
He doesn't remember falling asleep on the hard bench that he barely fits on. The sound of a door opening jolts him awake. His back and hips are stiff and he's congested from crying himself to sleep. He swipes at his face with his jacket sleeve again. His head pounds from dehydration.
“Good morning,” comes a sudden voice. It's calm, gentle.
Jason's disoriented for a second before he blinks the sleep from his eyes, “Morning, Father. I'm sorry, I'm leaving right now.” He says in a mumble.
The priest shakes his head as he walks over to Jason, a warm smile on his face.
“What brings you here, Mr. Todd?” He asks. There's a sympathetic tone in his voice that makes Jason bristle.
“How do you remember my name?” Jason asks, voice nasally. “Haven't been here in months…”
“Of course I remember you. Your soul is troubled.”
Jason stiffens, “Don't think they give you one'a those the second time ‘round.” He grumbles.
He smiles softly at Jason again but says nothing, waiting for him to answer his question.
“I um… came to pray. I think.” Jason answers, looking down at his folded hands in his lap.
“You think? What were you praying for, son?” His voice is so sympathetic and gentle that Jason almost hates him for it.
“I-” he clears his throat, “I lost someone. Someone important to me.” And immediately the priest knows who he's talking about, having spoken with your family about your passing despite being no contact with them.
“Ah, I'm sorry to hear-”
“Why wasn't it me?” Jason blurts out before he can stop himself, cutting the priest off. He's momentarily taken back by Jason's outburst.
“It should have been me. It's my fault she's gone.”
The priest is silent before he speaks again, “He forgives you.” He offers softly.
Jason scoffs, “Yeah? Bullshit. He doesn't forgive me. How could he? She was so good, so perfect and I got her killed. Me. A good for nothing. He hates me for getting her killed, ruining her-” his chest tightens and suddenly it's hard to breathe. It's ragged and rough. He's spewing his own projections, his own feelings.
“Son,” the priest goes to place a comforting hand on Jason's shoulder but he's standing before he can.
“I have to go. I'm sorry, Father.” Jason murmurs before heavy footsteps lead him out of the church.
Jason shakes his head and rubs his temple.
Praying doesn't do shit.
He slams the notebook closed.
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May I request a scenario for Dancing in the rain and childhood friends to lovers with Baji Keisuke after the valhalla arc where he survives. The reader is known to be calm and collected but after everything that happend to Baji, the reader starts to cry, and I'll leave the rest to you :) please make it fluff <3 Thank you for your hard work! ❤
— baji keisuke // childhood friends to lovers // dancing in the rain
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[𖤐] warning! spoilers for valhalla arc!
wc ; 900+
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what the hell was he supposed to do?
he knew that the inevitable walk back to your shared apartment complex would be…awkward, to say the very least. he had no idea how you were going to react, but he’d figured that you would scold him the whole way back, probably telling him how stupid he is and how he should never ever do anything like that again.
he hadn’t expected this though.
the first couple of minutes had been an uncomfortable silence, the tension between the two of you being thick enough that it felt somewhat suffocating, (he wishes you would just start to yell at him; anything would be better than this silence). however, the silence was suddenly broken by a small sob, which was enough to make him freeze in his tracks.
baji’s eyes trailed over to you; you had also stopped walking, your eyes screwed shut as you seemingly tried to hold back your tears. your lips were pressed together into a thin line, though it wasn’t enough to stop them from quivering as silent sobs wracked throughout your body, your shoulders shaking from the intensity of your grief.
in all the years he had known you, baji had never seen you like this before, which merely heightened his panic, because what the fuck was he supposed to do??
“...uh, why’re you-”
“shut up! you’re so stupid!” you yelled, using your sleeves to desperately wipe away the tears streaming down your face.
well, at least he got one thing right.
you suddenly whirled towards him, though he couldn’t exactly tell if you were angry or sad, (it seemed more like a mix of both).
“you! you’re just so- ugh! how you could be so stupid and go and do all of that stupid stupid stupid stuff?! is this why you stopped talking to me?! do you know how worried i’ve been?!”
“i know, i’m-”
“no, do you?! i haven’t even been able to sleep, wondering if you’re out there somewhere on the street! a-and, and then just now, you…you could’ve-...” your voice faded into more sobs, unable to finish your sentence.
baji felt a squeeze in his heart as he watched you cry, his eyebrows pulling together as he tried to figure out what to do. what was he supposed to do? he couldn’t just go in with, ‘hey, i’m sorry i fake broke up with you, i was trying to stop this really evil dude, and i’m sorry that i had to get into this big fight where you watched me almost get stabbed’.
definitely not that.
so, he did what he thought would be best, taking a few steps forward and placing a hand on your cheek, his thumb carefully wiping away some of your tears.
“i’m sorry…” he murmured, a pained look in his eyes. “i wasn’t meanin’ to hurt you, but i did. i’ll spend the rest of our lives tryna make up for it.” he was about to say something else, but a sudden drop on his cheek stopped him. “what the hell-” baji’s words were suddenly cut off, as the one drop suddenly turned into a massive downpour.
god, fuck you!
for a few moments, all he did was gape at the sky, wanting to yell all sorts of profanities; couldn’t the clouds tell that this was a goddamn important moment?!
“i know you’re mad at me right now, but let’s get outta here for now…” baji started. he trailed off, however, he felt you cling to him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you started to cry again. as much as he didn’t exactly want to be caught in the rain at the moment, he didn’t have the heart to push you off of him. “you’re such a crybaby…” he murmured, his own arms hesitantly wrapping around your shoulders. you mumbled a half-hearted response to his comment, though he couldn’t hear it through the sound of the rain and your crying.
he knew that he had messed up, but the fact that he had been the one to make you cry was something that he would never forgive himself for. even before the two of you had started dating, he had sworn that he would beat up anybody who made you cry, and he took that especially to heart after you two had started dating. but now, he was the one to blame. just feeling your tears smeared across his jacket was breaking his heart, and your gut-wrenching sobs were making him wish he could go back in time and fix everything.
“hey, let’s get home, yeah? don’t need you gettin’ sick or anything…” he whispered, his lips brushing against the crown of your head. he wasn’t sure if you heard him at first, but after a few more moments, you slowly pulled away, sniffling and wiping the tears away from your eyes. a sense of guilt washed through him at seeing your bloodshot eyes, regretting a lot of the choices he’d made in the past few weeks. he pushed it aside though; he had to focus on you right now.
baji unbuttoned his toman jacket, taking it off and bringing it to lay across your shoulders, adjusting it so that it was covering any of your exposed skin, (despite the situation, he felt a sense of pride in seeing his name printed across your back).
“keisuke…”
“hm?”
“i love you.” in spite of the cold rain, baji’s chest felt warm at your words.
“i love ya too.”
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Cloud Nine
word count: 2k+
——————— sero hanta x gn! Reader———————
Sero spontaneously decides to let the bakusquad know you guys are dating during a smoke sesh. His boldness seems to be contagious what could possibly go wrong?
WARNINGS: 18+, recreational drug use, cannabis use, drug paraphernalia, swearing, suggestive themes
I understand that not all individuals are comfortable with the idea of smoking/ cannabis use I will be putting out more fics for you guys to read!
Minors do not interact!
Also- goes without saying this fic in no way is me condoning illegal activities. y’all stay safe and be responsible
I’m really sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, I am dyslexic n words be hard
Thank you for your support! Again please read at your discretion. <3
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Friday nights.
The nights you and the Bakusquad would spend in Seros room winding down from the strenuous week of training, the smell of cannabis thick in the hotboxed room.
You’re not sure how you’ve always ended up in this situation, knee to knee with Sero as you work on breaking up the batch of the sticky green plant that Kaminari swore “was the best shit” he bought. Yet, here you find yourself working in tandem with the raven-haired boy as you hum along to some song he has going on his phone.
“Can you hurry it up already?! I want to get this party started”, Kaminari whined as he watched your fingers impatiently. “This takes time and precision,” you retort back, “respect the craft for a second!”
Leaning back on his hands, Kaminari pouted and looked over at Kirishima who was fiddling with the many empty chip bags scattered around him and Mina. “Don’t look at me, dude! Just wait patiently! We all know Y/N rolls best”, Kirishima chirped.
As if the man got shot point-blank in the heart with a revolver, Sero clutched his chest with an exaggerated gasp, “how DARE YOU”, he seethed at Kirishima who bashfully shrugged. “You would pick Y/N’s rolling over mine?!” Sero yelled, shoving an accusatory finger towards you. Kirishima whistled in what was his attempt to be nonchalant, trying to avoid any further questioning from the now “big angy Sero”. (as you have come to call the puffed out cheeks and pouting lips he is now showing off).
Since this ritual started, you and Sero have found comfortable solace in each other. The calming, open nature of the tape boy had you falling head over heels for him faster than you could realize.
Luckily for you- he felt the same way.
The night he asked you out was forever engraved into your mind, the thought forming a smile on your face anytime you recalled the event.
The bakusquad had just packed it up, deciding to call it an early night, leaving you and Sero alone to continue the smoke sesh on Sero’s plush bed.
You remember that when he started arguing with you about how long you took to prepare the blunt for smoking, the sultry tone in Seros voice began to show. The sudden change had you realizing how thick the air around you two seemed to be.
“Bet I could do better in less time”, Sero said smugly, leaning into you. His movement had you adverting your eyes from your fingers and upwards, the movement leaving Sero’s nose only a few inches from yours. “W-What?”, you choke out, unsure if you heard him right.
His proximity had you inhaling his scent. Was it lemon? No. It couldn’t be, you deduced, it’s not as potent as a lemon, but it sure was some sort of citrus. Sero leaned back, pulling away from you. “I’m just saying. You take forever to roll sweets,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
You hurriedly collect yourself, attributing your absent-mindedness to Seros intoxicating scent. Shaking your head to come back to reality, you resume rolling the blunt. Sero almost worried about your silence, shifts worriedly.
When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers holding the almost rolled creation delicately, a sly smirk on your lips he was sure he was sent to heaven.
Sero was only brought out of his trance-like state when you groaned and laughed, “Okayyyyy~ sure. Whatever you say Hanta!” you said, adding an exaggerated eye roll for emphasis. “You know everyone prefers when I roll, you just get salty about it.”, you continued as you looked up at him once again, licking the paper of the blunt.
The way your tongue darted out to lick the paper in such precise little stokes had Sero losing his mind. Sure he thought you were attractive, but right now, the way you were looking up at him through you pretty lashes with your tongue out had him going nearly feral.
Trying to contain himself and his sudden change in body temperature, he retorted, “Hey! That's not true they just say that to be nice!” He proceeds to try and put on an angry face, puffing out his cheeks and pouting, scrunching his eyebrows for good measure.
“Awe~” you cooed looking at the literal baby in front of you. “Don’t get all worked up now big angy Sero! You know you LOVE when I roll.”, you said as you took the first hit of your creation.
The smoke filled your lungs with a pleasant heat, the high you originally had become more pronounced. Before you could blow out the stagnant smoke in your mouth, Sero grabbed your face with his hand, placing his lips on you with ferocity.
Your eyes widened. Was he trying to shotgun with you?? The smoke poured out of your mouth and into his, your body beginning to go slack as you finally fell into the smoke filled kiss.
You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they opened as Sero pulled away, blowing the smoke back in your face with a small chuckle.
You let out a few coughs and swatted away the smoke clouding your field of vision. When the cloud cleared, you were met with a red-faced Sero.
“I,,, Uh,,, I-I’m not sure why I did that….I’m so sorry.” Sero rambled on, trying anything he could in his power not to make eye contact with you.
You leaped at this cliche moment, pushing Sero back on his bed and straddling his waist. His hands instinctively landed on your hips. He looked up at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do at this moment.
In a quick motion, you held the hand with the blunt in it behind you and leaned down to kiss Sero. The kiss left your body feeling weightless, your lips molding with his perfectly. His hands resting at your hips, giving them a light squeeze before his thumbs began to trace light circles on the skin over your shirt.
“‘Bout time you made a move Sero”, you said smirking down at him as you pulled away. “Hanta”, he corrected, “you’re mine now mi amor.”. Sero smiled and pushed himself up to place a light kiss on your forehead.
You let out a small chuckle, using your free hand to cup his face. “Then prove it…” you purred. The smirk on Seros face had you quivering with anticipation, a new wave of heat taking over your body.
Needless to say, the blunt was stamped out and you thanked every higher power in existence that no one found it odd that you were wearing Seros hoodie as the exchange in clothes between you two was common.
That night you came to the conclusion that it was tangerine and cinnamon, Sero smelled like tangerine and cinnamon. A scent that you would come to be addicted to.
If it wasn’t for the hoodie, the bakusquad would have for sure seen the many marks Sero had left on you so he could properly mark you as his.
When you came back from your flashback the rest of the group seemed to blur into the background as you focused on filling the blunt, eyes trained in on making everything even. In your peripheral vision, a certain raven-haired boy could be seen inching closer towards your face.
“Can I help you?” you said with a smirk, not looking up from your activities. “No, no, don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing. You look so pretty when you’re rolling baby~”, Sero said in a low sing-song voice that only you could hear.
Your hand movements halted immediately and your eyes widened.
Sero hasn't called you anything like that in front of anyone??? You enjoyed hearing the pet name come from his mouth, yes, however, you two have yet to make your relationship public.
“Sero…”, you warned, “you cant be distracting me right now.” Sero seemed to pay no mind to your words, coming in closer and placing a hand on your thigh. “At this point, I don’t care, sweets, we’ve been dating for... what? 4 Months now?”
A hand grabbing your chin startled you. Sero moved your face so he could make direct eye contact with you, his thumb runs across your lower lip, “let them know.” The devilish smirk on Seros face made your stomach drop. “Come on, you know what to do”, He whispered. You nodded and took his thumb in your mouth. Sero nodded in appreciation and basked in the feeling of your tongue running around his finger.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth when he hears Bakugou yelling. “I TOLD YOU SHITS I WASNT THE IMPOSTER”, you look over to see everyone look up from their phones, thankful that among us kept the bakusquad from seeing the previous encounter with you and Sero.
“That means its Kaminari or Sero then because I was in electrical.” Sero furrowed his eyebrows, “What, I was AFK- yall SAW me breaking up the weed” he yelled. Kaminari huffed, “You know its not me!! All of you SAW me do the med bay scan.”
You, having been killed off the first round watched as a smirk formed on Mina’s face, rolling your eyes at her obvious lies that Bakugou and Kirishima have seemed to buy due to the accusatory looks being thrown their way.
As the common ‘defeat’ sound rand out, you began to lick the paper of the blunt, your fingers working deliberately to make the best creation you can.
“Yeah!! Lick that shit baby. You look so good doing it. I know what else that mouth can do” Sero yelled, you flinched a little, unsure how the bakusquad would react but if Sero was being bold you might as well join.
A spitting sound was heard next to you as Bakugou whipped his head towards Sero. “BRO!!! DONT GET THE SHIT WET!” Kaminari yelled as he grabbed the open bag of weed that was nearly ruined by Bakugou’s spit.
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Bakugou yelled. “I think you heard me. I didn’t stutter. Plus I’m just praising my baby!”
“WOAH, WAIT! WHEN?!” Mina squealed.
“Sero got a date before me?!?!” Kaminari whined.
“You’re joking,” Kirishima said
You worked to silence the group, “First of all…” you started, “Sero.. you said that shit in front of my blunt bro...Disrespectful as FUCK. Second of all yes, we’re dating, we have been for 4 months.”
“5 on the 14th!” Sero continued as he placed a hand on your head, messing up your hair.
You laughed and shook him off, flattening out the hair Sero just ruined. “Yeah yeah…. Now give me a kisth” you said while looking over at Sero who happily obliged.
The kiss was quick but it left you weightless. Pulling away, Sero began to move you around. “What are you doing??” you said as you took another hit of the blunt. “You just sit here.” He said as he placed you between his legs, his arms coming to wrap around you, his chin resting on your head. “I want to hold my precious baby”
The softness in his voice would have the rest of the bakusquad thinking Sero was just trying to be cute and show affection. You would have thought the same thing if it wasn’t for the evident hard-on pressing into your back.
You smirked, an idea coming into your head. Passing the blunt to Bakugou, you placed both hands in your hoodie pocket. In one smooth movement, you gripped the left sleeve with your right hand and inched your left arm out of its cozy confinement.
Lightly dropping your arm to your side under the hoodie, you slipped your hand behind your back. Dropping your head back on Seros shoulder and turning your nose to graze it across his neck. “You keep quiet and maybe ill help you with your problem, yeah?” You whispered as you began to run your hand over the tent in his pants.
Seros breathing hitched, his grip on you tightening. He didn’t stop you however, the feeling of your fingertips grazing the skin above his pants and slowly dipping under his waistband had him intoxicated.
He just hoped he could follow your orders and keep quiet.
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The New Apprentice Part 8
Maul x Sith!reader
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.
WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.
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The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.
You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.
You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.
"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.
"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.
"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."
"They're a crime syndicate!"
"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."
Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.
When you were alone he rumbled quietly.
"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."
"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.
"Possibly... they fear us."
"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."
Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.
After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.
Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.
Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.
The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.
On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.
"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.
"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"
You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.
"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."
Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.
"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."
The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.
You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.
"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.
"Yes Master, of course."
You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.
Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.
Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.
You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.
You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.
Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.
"You seem restless." Savage noted.
"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."
"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.
"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."
"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."
"He cares very deeply for you."
"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."
Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.
"What will you do then?"
"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."
"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.
"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."
Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.
Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.
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i didn’t mean it
yeet freakin yeet!!! my angsty peter fic i told yall about!!!! almost 2K words!! quite possibly one of the longest ones ive ever done. so listen this whole thing is literally a trigger warning. there is an incident of “physical abuse” (using quotes bc its like not rly but like it is but like idk just read it and youll know what i mean) but stay warned and stay safe babes!!!
It felt like they were talking in circles. The young couple had this conversation over and over and over again. They talked and argued until they were blue in the face. And unfortunately this night was no different. Upon making her way into the small one bedroom loft, she let out a breath and moved to slam the door shut behind her. Unfortunately, her lovely boyfriend caught it before it was able to slam against the frame. The superhero sighed too, he slowly pushed the door shut, locking it. When he turned back around, his girlfriend was sitting on the small, dirty couch they owned. Her head was in her hands and he felt his heart skip a beat.
He had made her feel this way. He was the cause for this. It was always his fault.
He moved to sit in front of her, on the floor. The brunet placed his hands on her thighs. He was hoping it was an endearing gesture, but as soon as he did she jumped up from her seat. She put as much distance between her and the boy. She was acting like he had burned her with a simple touch to her legs.
Another skip to his heart.
Y/N had her hands in her hair, she was pacing around, heavy breaths leaving her small mouth. She was angry, furious, even. That’s when Peter decided to say something.
“Y/N, I-” His voice stopped short when she turned around on her heal. Her eyes held so much rage; an emotion that had never been in her eyes when looking at Peter Parker. Until now that is.
She threw her hands out, tired and exasperated, “Peter, I. . . “ She paused, shaking her head, “I can’t even look at you right now.”
The tired girl rubbed her eyes, sighing again. “Peter, you’re being ridiculous and controlling and jealous. I’m getting tired of it!”
Peter stood up, fists clenching. He was getting upset too. No longer was he the sweet boy that was going to apologize. No, now he was just as angry.
“What?” His voice was scary calm and she felt her blood run cold; He had never spoken to her like that before- the boy continued on, ignoring the skip in her heartbeat, “What did you just say?”
Y/N took in the sight of the upset boy in front of her. His eyes were wide and irate, his face had begun to turn red with fury, and his fists were clenched so tightly that she was worried he might break a finger or two. Ignoring this, and her better judgement, she countered his raging words.
“You heard me!” she yelled, in the back of her mind she was thinking about their neighbors and how they might get a noise complaint if they kept this up. “I never once said anything about you and Liz! Or you and Gwen! Or even you and MJ! Why is this any different?!”
Peter laughed. He actually laughed, and Y/N was actually questioning if he had lost his mind. And then she decided that he had when he spoke, “Because your my girlfriend! You should know better!”
Y/N laughed too, she placed her hands in her hair, pulling hard. Her body was so full of rage and hurt and every other emotion but happiness and love that she was shaking. She had never been so angry with the pretty boy before her. “What?! Know better than what?! What did i do that was so fucking bad, Peter?”
“Flirting!” It was one word. One word and the angry woman wanted to punch something, yell something, break something, through something. Anything. She was so fucking angry and she had never felt like this with Peter. Their fights were never this bad.
Peter yet again ignored the way her heart hitched when he yelled, instead he watched as she dropped her hands, laughing bitterly. “Fuckin’ hell, Peter. Flirting. What a fucking joke.”
She continued to shake her head at him, “I can’t with you anymore. Fuck.” The pretty girl threw her hands out, shrugging, tears were now at her eyes, ready to spill over. She wasn’t sad, no, she was angry. So, so, so fucking angry.
The small apartment was silent, no words were passed between the fighting lovebirds. That was until a sob was released from her mouth, an ugly gut wrenching breath following. Peter took a step forward, only for Y/N to take a few steps back. She was almost against the wall, trying to place some distance between the two. Peter was hurt, angry, sad. Maybe that’s why it happened. Maybe that’s why his emotions got the best of him. The following events happened so fast neither knew what was happening until it was too late for anything to happen.
Y/N nodded at the boy in front of her, “Never once have I ever questioned you about all the girls you’ve been with.” Her voice was soft at first, like she was testing out what she wanted to say and how it was to come off her tongue. Then she started to get louder with each word until she was yelling again. “Never have I ever doubted you! Ever!! And here you fucking come- with your insecurities and your fucking ‘i own you’ shit! Actin’ like you fuckin’ own the place! News flash, Peter Parker, I can do whatever the hell I want.”
Tears were streaming down her face as she yelled. “And for your information, I never flirted with anyone other than you! Unlike you, you’re always off bein’ all lovey with MJ and I never fuckin’ said anything!” She paused to take a breath, but then jumped right back into it, all of her anger from the past months coming out now. “Never said a fucking word. Not when you stood me up for her, not when you constantly talk about ‘er, not even when you have your fuckin’ heart eyes for her! Not even when people ask me how long you two have been together. You love her, Peter and I never-”
And before they knew it, Y/N was pushed up against the wall, a grunt leaving her parted lips, and Peter pressing one hand against her throat and the other on the wall next to her head. He was seeing red, red hot anger filling his usually cool veins. He punched the wall next to her, yelling out. The drywall easily cracked underneath his powerful hand. The pretty girl who was once yelling at her boyfriend in anger was now crying, fear in her eyes. That was when Peter finally spoke, “‘M not in fucking love with her. Don’t fuckin’ say that!” For a moment, just a moment, he had forgotten where he was. He had forgotten that he was talking to his adorably fragile girlfriend and not some insane criminal.
The spell was broken a few seconds later for Peter when his gorgeous girl grunted out, winded, “P-Peter, I can’t breathe.”
It was like he was seeing for the first time. His head was finally clear and there was no more hate in his heart. Now he was feeling regret and sadness and fear. When he realised what he had done, he immediately let go. He skidded back a few feet, trying to put as much room between them as he could. His heart shattered when he saw how Y/N reached up to place a soft hand on her burning throat.
Tears fell from Peter’s eyes as he watched the heartbreaking scene in front of him. His breath was choppy and fast, “Y/N, I-I-I didn’t- I’m so sorry!” He was shaking his head rapidly, breath now not coming to him. It was like they had switched- it was like he was the one with the vice on his throat, tightening until all his precious air was gone, never to return.
He watched through watery eyes how his girlfriend stepped closer to him, hands stretched out and mouth moving, forming words he couldn’t hear. “N-No! Don’t come near me!”
When she didn’t listen and stepped closer he stepped backwards. This only caused her to try again, this time she was able to reach out and touch him. This, however, sent him across the room and out the front door, leaving his wondering girlfriend in the quiet apartment.
Hours and many tears later, Y/N was in their shared bed, unfortunately alone. She had tried calling Peter ever since he left, but every time it went to voicemail and quite honestly, Y/N was starting to grow worried. Of course she didn’t blame the loving boy. She knew he didn’t mean it, she was just as angry and she could’ve easily done the same to him. She just really hoped he was alright.
It was another hour before the familiar sound of the lock twisting and then the door opening was heard through the loft. She didn’t move though, instead she stayed in their bed, her back facing the door. She wanted to see what he was going to do; she didn’t want to scare him off again.
Peter’s heavy footsteps made their way to the shared room, slowly. They stopped at the doorway, before a small sound of shuffle was made and then she felt him kneel down next to the bed. Her eyes were closed, her breath even, hoping that Peter thought she was asleep. Fortunately for her, he believed that she was. The sleepy girl felt Peter hesitantly put his hand on her arm. At first his fingertips just barely touched her, but then his whole hand came down, softly. She heard him sniff and then she felt his head on the bed.
This was when she decided to ‘wake up’. Opening her eyes and turning, she asked in her best sleepy voice, “Peter?” Her voice was like a waking call for him and he quickly ripped away his hand, hugging it close to his chest, and fell back onto his butt. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and he felt like absolute shit. “Peter, hey. I was so worried. Where-”
“Stop.” His voice was soft, scratchy. He was so sorry. He wanted to take the whole day back. He wanted to go back to this morning when it was just Y/N and him in their bed alone and happy. None of this bullshit. He was afraid that she was going to leave him.
She said his name again, “Peter.” This time sadly, tears in her voice, “Pete, please.” She reached out for him, her hand just barely coming in contact with his skin. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“I-I hurt you.” He cried. She shook her head pushing herself up on her arms. “You didn’t mean it.”
“I didn’t. I’m so sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it.” He cried out again, tears spilling. Y/N pulled herself up and out of the bed and then over to him. She wrapped her arms around the sobbing boy. He just kept saying how he didn’t mean it over and over. It was like that was the only thing he knew how to say. Her hands came up to his curls and she pushed them away from his face, kissing his hairline. She nodded, “I know. I know you didn’t. It’s okay. I’m okay. We’re okay.” and that was when he pulled her close, saying it again, just for the both of them to hear it, “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it.”
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Offense and Defense (Pat Murray Imagine)
Summary: You’re playing short stop for the D-backs this summer, and the other teams in the league aren’t too thrilled. But Pat always has your back...
Word count: 2K
Warnings: Fluff and looooots of swearing (Yall know pat okay)
Requested: kind of! @radio-rhapsody sent an ask into my wife @borhap-socials and I thought i would write this. Hope this is what you wanted! “I was thinking it’s the next season and the D-Backs are back with Maz as their coach. They need a new shortstop and get Y/N. The other teams always use the fact that Y/N is a girl to verbally attack her n distract her during games n Pat gets mad and comes to her defense and they become close n stuff and end up dating”
Another summer, another summer league. Somehow Pat convinced you to fill in as their shortstop. Ty was off coaching baseball camps for kids for the summer, so Mazz had taken over as a coach for the time being. This meant they were a person short, so Pat said that you should fill in. Somehow you got talked into it more and more, and here there were.
Practices were hard, but you loved them. You always outran Barone which drove him crazy, but Zapata and Pat always cheered you on. The fact that you were the only girl on the team didn’t bother anyone, in fact, Garvey always said that them better as a team.
After a couple of hours of running drills, Mazz finally told everyone to come in for a huddle. He ended every practice this way, thinking it would motivate everyone a little more.
“Alright, guys, the first game of the season tomorrow. I know you’re all ready, even you David.”
“Really?” David looked very excited that Mazz complimented him.
“I do. You’re gonna do great as well Y/N. One of the best shortstops I’ve ever seen. The other team won’t even know what hit them.” Garvey and Pat both gave you a reassuring tap on the shoulder. You saw Pat smile at you out of the corner of your eye, and you smiled back at him. It was fun flirting with him when no one else knew.
“We got this guys, I know it. Now, whos up for some dinner?” Mazz yelled, and you’d never seen a group of guys get so excited before. Mazz made it a tradition that you all went out to dinner the night before a game as a team bonding activity and you swore the guys never got excited about anything unless food (or a win) was involved.
Sometimes it was nice being the only girl on a team full of guys, it meant you always had an army to back you up. You got in the car with Pat, and Vinnie and Palacco got in the backseat. You usually gave them rides home, so they rode to dinner with you as well.
After you got to the restaurant, you could tell everyone was starving. You were pretty sure Dells ordered two entrees, but you weren’t gonna tell him no. Mazz always said whatever helped him get in the right mindset for a game, he could have/do. Palacco and Barone were arguing over something new at dinner like they always did. It was never anything serious, but they both enjoyed being right.
“What in the world are you two arguing about now?” You had no idea why you were asking this question, you were a little worried about the answer.
“Who has the best ass on the team.” Barone said matter-of-factly.
“Barone!”
“What? Its true. I said me, but Palacco said you Y/N.”
“SHE DOES. AND SHES THE NICEST PERSON. THEREFORE SHE WINS END OF STORY.” You knew you liked Palacco for a reason. He was slowly becoming one of your good friends, and now he may be your best friend.
“Well I’m gonna have to say I agree with Ryan on this one.” You said, and he gave you a high five. Barone was clearly not amused you didn’t agree with him.
“What are you guys talking about?” Pat asked when he sat back down.
“Who has the best ass on the team. Palacco said me, and I agreed.”
“YOU TALKING ABOUT MY GIRL PALACCO?!” Pat basically yelled. It was the first time Pat had said it out loud. Of course everyone knew you liked each other, but you’d never confirmed anything. As far as anyone knew, the two of you were just friends. Pat had been protective of you from the start. You found yourself hanging out with him the most, and soon enough you were staying at his house and cuddling every night. Of course, the team didn’t know this, but what the team didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“Your girl huh Murray?” You hit Pat’s leg under the table.
“She’s just my best friend okay. I’m protective.”
“Whatever you say dude.” Barone smirked.
You rubbed his arm and told him it was a good thing, and he calmed down. Pat was just very protective of you, and you expected that to increase with games actually starting now. He loved that you could be on his team, but he had told you he was worried about what other teams would say. But he always wanted to protect you, no matter what.
“Don’t look at the door.” You heard Mazz say. And of course, when told not to do something, you usually do it anyway.
As you turned around to face the door, the team you were playing in your first game tomorrow walked through the door. Of all the restaurants in town, they walked into the same one as your team.
“Would you look at that? Its little Mazzy and his bitches.” One of them said, and you thought you saw actual steam come out of Botch’s ears.
“Oh they actually do have a bitch with them now! What’s she play guys? Cheerleader?” Another one commented. You automatically put your arm across Pat to keep him from actually jumping across the table and attacking the guy. You didn’t want to stoop to their level. They didn’t know anything about you or your team.
“We’ll see you tomorrow.” Mazz stood up and said. He didn’t sit back down until they started walking away. You had never seen Mazz so ready for a fight before.
“I’M GONNA HIT THAT GUY. HOW DARE HE SAY THAT ABOUT Y/N. IM GONNA HIT THEM ALL TOMORROW.” Dells just started going off.
“THEY CAN’T FUCKING SAY THAT TO YOU Y/N WHAT THE FUCK.” Pat started going off too. The two of them were almost unstoppable together.
“Dells you know what isn’t the answer. We can prove it by winning.” You told him.
“But he insulted you! They don’t even know you!” Zapata also spoke up in your defense.
“Y/N is right. Once we win tomorrow, they’ll shut up.” Mazz seemed to be the calming voice for everyone, but Zapata and Garvey looked like they wanted to go punch them for the rest of the evening. After you dropped Vinnie and Palacco off at home, Pat reached over and grabbed your hand as he drove.
“I’m proud of you for staying calm tonight.” You told him, bringing his hand up to your mouth so you could kiss it.
“You helped. I make no promises about tomorrow though.” Pat smiled.
“Patrick no! Or no kisses for you after the game.”
“Oh just kisses huh?” You hit his arm playfully and helped him carry all your gear inside. Soon enough you were cuddled up with Pat in bed, watching some late night tv show. He wouldn’t let you leave his side, so you ended up falling asleep like that. You could tell he was nervous, and you were too. Honestly, you just wanted to make everyone on the team proud, and you really wanted to win. You just felt like you had to prove something.
The next morning Pat made breakfast for the two of you, and you got ready early. Pat was gonna help you practice a little before the other team got there.
“How much do you guys wanna bet Palacco is gonna be late?” Garvey asked when more of the team started to show up. You’d been practicing with Pat for a little bit and you felt ready.
“He’s an 8th year junior, that is kind of his thing.” Botch said, and you laughed. “At least Y/N thinks I’m funny.”
“I always got you Botch.” And he gave you a fist bump. Fans slowly started to show up, and the nerves started setting in. Once the other team arrived, they got even worse. Mazz could tell, as no one was really talking and was sat down on the bench.
“Come on guys we can do this! We’re ready. Don’t let them get to you. I wanna see smart at bats okay? Don’t swing at anything you can’t hit. These guys won’t know what hit them.” You sat up and you knew he was right. He started reading off the lineup, and you were 7th at bat.
At the end of the first inning, it was 1-0, D-backs. Of course, Mazz had hit a home run, and the team went wild. The other team had not stopped taunting everyone the whole time, and you knew it would be your turn sooner or later. You weren’t going to let it get to you, you told yourself. The second inning starting, and the other team was up at bat.
“Your bitch isn’t playing very well now is she?” The batter yelled.
“WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD, WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD, WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD.” The other team’s dugout was going nuts. Dell’s still hadn’t thrown a pitch.
“You sure you got this little girl?” The batter did not know how to shut his mouth.
“HEY SHUT THE HELL UP.” You heard Pat yell from the outfield.
“What? Can’t hear you over how much your girl sucks.”
“OH LETS GO.” And as you turned around you saw Pat running towards the dude at full speed. Dells dropped the ball and Vinne started running after him to catch him. Pat was running so fast for this dude and you knew he wasn’t going to hold back. You were actually a little worried, you didn’t want Pat to get kicked out of the game.
Zapata, Garvey, and Palacco tried to stand in front and block him, and thankfully Dells held him back. But that didn’t stop him from yelling.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT. SHE IS THE BEST SHORT STOP THERE IS AND IF YOU SAY ONE MORE DAMN THING ABOUT HER I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS YOU GOT THAT?” Pat just started going off. Except the one thing that caught your ear was the word “girlfriend”.
“Did Pat just say Y/N was his girlfriend?” You heard David ask. Well crap.
“Yup he said it again.” Mazz said after Pat continued yelling that you were his girlfriend. Mazz signaled to bring him into the dugout for a minute. “TIME PLEASE.” He yelled so they could have a couple of minutes.
“Pat, man, you need to calm down.” Vinnie told him.
“But they’re insulting my girlfriend!” He tried to get back up, but Dells pushed him back onto the bench.
“Okay we can talk about THAT later, but for right now we need to play this game.” Mazz motioned for you and you sat down next to him. You placed your hand on his and you already felt him relax. You gave him a quick kiss, and you knew he would be fine.
“I know you want to be protective, but don’t fight anyone for me okay? We can win this on our own.” You told him. Pat nodded, squeezing your hand. The team just watched in amazement, no one had ever been able to calm him down that fast.
“No wonder you two have gotten so close!” Garvey finally said.
“NOT NOW GARVEY.” Mazz said under his breath. Once Mazz knew everyone was good to play he yelled “NOW LETS GO WHOOP SOME ASS.” And you knew you’d be having the conversation about you and Pat later with the entire team. But that was okay, and Pat smiled at you one more time. You would go on to win the game 5-3, and there was nothing better than walking out with Pat carrying you on his shoulders and sticking your tongue out at the other team. It was really the little things sometimes.
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You (Roger Taylor x Reader)
Summary: You by Dodie Clark, but with a twist ;)
Words: 3676
Notes: TW: MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL DRINKING AND ALMOST GETTING HIT. angsty at first, but gets pretty fluffy uwu haha + swearing + lyrics are italicized
A/N: this is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge anddd reading all the other entries got me thinking well shit so here i am in all my shittiness ha ha ha anyways this is also my first time doing a song thing so tell me what you guys think! also also this is late bc im on my last weeks of school so sorry but expect more fics during summer!! (march-june for all ur western people) sdfdjks u know what im gonna leave a seperate post for the a/n fic bc yall i have kwento bye love you all <3
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I told you I was looking for some empathy
Well, you fooled me
You slammed the door of the apartment you and Roger shared. You had just broken up with you boyfriend, Zach, as he was a misogynistic prick. He had insisted that you move out of your apartment with Rog and move in with him.
You had repeatedly told him no, especially since moving was expensive for college student. You had also only been dating for a month, and the whole thing seemed too fast. In response, he called you a ‘whore’ and ‘cheating bitch’, but the thing that took the cake was when he had punched a hole in his wall, which missed you by a mere inch.
You told him that you never wanted to see his face again, and got out of there, leaving him in a shocked state.You ran straight home, never looking back, tears running down your face. You couldn’t believe you didn’t see his nasty attitude before, but you were glad you got out of it before anything escalated.
Roger was sitting on the couch reading a car magazine, when the sharp noise caused his to dart up seeing you in disarray. You marched right over to your room and closed the door, leaving Rog completely clueless to whatever had happened. He followed you quietly, wanting to comfort you, but the door was locked shut.
He put his ear against the door, trying to make out anything from your sobs, but all he could hear was your crying. He’d seen you cry before, but not to the point that didn't even talk to him. It concerned him a lot, but instead of getting the spare key, he decided to give you some space for now. He told himself he’d make it up in the morning.
You were glad you had stashed a bottle of vodka in the dark corners of your cabinet. You were a shaky mess while the bottle sat in your hand. You placed the bottle between your lips, feeling the taste of alcohol rush into your mouth. It left a burning sensation as it made its way down to your stomach.
You didn’t know what you were feeling right now, but it definitely helped you take your mind off what had just happened.
You fell asleep on the floor with your back against your bed. Your mind wandered between fear, anger and sadness during your last moments of consciousness.
The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. The soft pillow on underneath your head, made you feel the slightest bit better. Wait. You realised you were up on your bed, tucked in your comfy duvy. The light peered through your windows making your head throb at the brightness.
You looked away to darker parts of your room, seeing some pain relievers and a glass of water sitting on your night stand which only perpetuated your confusion. Nonetheless, you took them both, making you feel just a bit better. You were about to get up when your door swung open, hitting the wall.
“Whoops I’m sorry.”
You saw Roger holding a tray of pancakes. The stack of pancakes was adorned by powdered sugar and a trickling waterfall of maple syrup. It was such a heavenly sight, you had to restrain yourself from lunging at the sight of it. You couldn’t believe that Roger had made it for you. You couldn't believe Roger was responsible for it. He sat on your side of the bed placing the pancakes down.
When he had gotten a good look at you, he saw how distraught you were. You eyes were sore and puffy; Your hair was disheveled mess, sticking out in all directions. It was a good thing he left the pain relievers for you.
“What’s the occasion?” You practically drooling over the pancakes as Roger set them down.
“You seemed sad last night, so I head to the local diner and got some takeaway pancakes.”
“I knew you couldn’t have made them! and if you did, i guess that i’d have a big mess to clean.”
You both laughed. He’d been your best friend for five years now, and you both knew each other like the back of your hand. He handed you a fork as you wasted no time taking a bite out of them. It was a divine breakfast to say the least. You were devouring every piece as if it was your first meal in a hundred years. Roger could only sit back and watch, amused by how much happiness these pancakes. Little did he know it wasn’t necessarily the pancakes that made you happy.
“So were the pain relievers from you as well?” You asked, finishing up the last bit of pancakes. You laid your back against the headboard, the paper plate and plastic fork in hand.
“Yup, it scared me how much vodka you had drunk.” There was pity in his eyes as he said it. He saw how much was left in the bottle you held while you slept and it petrified him. For a second he thought you had died, but his worries were quickly washed away when he felt a pulse.
“Well yeah, you’ll have to remind me in the coming days.”
You trailed off, remembering your sorrow and pain from last night. You set down the now empty plate and fork onto the trail and took the glass of water from the night stand. Roger frowned seeing you still weren’t over what ever had happen. He thought that he might get punched for asking the question, but it was inevitable.
“So, what happened?”
You continued drinking your water, not really wanting to answer. You wanted to put it off for as long as possible, but Rog was persistent.
“You know you’ll have to talk about it sooner or later. It’s not healthy to keep it in, especially since you almost killed yourself over it.”
You stopped drinking and took a deep sigh. He was right.
“Zach and I broke up. He-” Your breath hitched and tears threatened to flood down your cheek.
Roger reddened, at the mention of Zach’s name. He always thought he condescending asshole. He’d always try to play nice around him just so you could be happy, but there were times when he couldn’t. He’d tell you that he was a dick or a pisshat. You’d always tell him to give Zach a chance, but deep down inside you agreed with every little statement.
“What’d the bloody wanker do?”
The anger in his eyes was terrifying. They were like lightning bolts that were about to strike at any moment, any where.
“He almost punched me, but he missed. He left a hole in the wall instead.”
You spoke softly as a tear rolled down your left cheek. You would have shrugged it off convincing Roger it wasn’t a big deal, but you couldn’t lie. You were horror-struck.
Meanwhile, Roger would have gone into complete hysterics if he wasn’t sitting on your bed at the moment. He tried to compose himself, but he couldn’t. He was ready to throw tables. He was ready to smack the Zach into the bloody ocean. He tensed up everywhere and you noticed his arms’ veins were completely evident. His gaze went dark as he angrily grit through his teeth.
“I’ll kill him.”
You put a hand on his arm, trying your best to get him to calm down. You stroke his arm gently, as he directed his attention back to you.
“Rog, I’m fine, no scars, no cuts. I’m just scared he might come looking for me.”
“I promise I won’t let that happen. I’ll always be there for you.”
He gave you a badly needed hugged, as he realised you needed to be comforted first and foremost. Despite the tight hug, it felt kind and tender. You sank into the hug as it was the first time someone had touched you with such affection and care. You truly felt loved.
Just a touch and a thought and I was gone
It had been days since the incident and you were relatively fine. You hadn’t seen Zach anywhere and you were starting to get back on your feet. Roger had really helped you get back to your normal self. He’d always speak out about his desire to “beat the shit and bullocks out the bloody cunt”, but you’d assure him, you didn’t even want to hear about him anymore.
Tonight was your first night out since, and Roger was accompanying you to be your wingman of sorts. He had thoroughly convinced you to get out and mingle and you had finally gave in. He had also invited Fred, Brian and John, but they all had turned it down last minute; something about them all going to the same meeting. It was a very bullshit excuse, but you and Rog didn’t really mind. It was high time the two of you had some best friend bonding anyways.
You were looking through dresses in your wardrobe, when you had finally found the perfect one. You went with a sparkly tube that ended mid-thigh; You thought it would do nicely with the white pair of boots you had bought the other day. You looked in the mirror, checking yourself out for a moment before you heard a voice from your bedroom doorway.
“I’d check myself out too if I were you.”
You looked back to see the blonde drummer himself, leaning against the door frame. A blush spread throughout your cheeks at his flirtatious comment; his flirtatious comments were quite regular, but you couldn’t help but blush.
Ever since he comforted you, you couldn’t help but feel more amorous around him. You’ve tried to brush it off, but your little crush on your best friend was growing stronger and stronger by the minute.
“Uh yeah well we should get going, before it gets too crowded.”
You hid your face behind your purse as you walked past him. He looked at you in confusion, wondering why you’d become so embarrassed all of a sudden, because you usually had some witty remark ready, but he followed nonetheless.
The walk to bar was relatively normal; you both talked about your day at university. You couldn’t help but stare intently into his eyes during conversation. You mentally scolded yourself for looking at him so love-struck.
By the time you had gotten to the bar, the chaotic atmosphere was in full swing. The pungent aroma of alcohol filled the air as you both stepped in. You both looked at each other knowing exactly what to do. He headed to bar to get some drinks while you searched for a booth. You pushed past the crowd to find a small booth by the corner of the bar. You slipped and looked around, really taking in the scene.
You toyed with the hem of the dress you wore, not really knowing what else to do. You came here feeling pretty confident, but now you really just wished you were home alone with Rog, playing scrabble. You came to impress the masses, but you were having second thoughts. You realised that the only reason you agreed to this whole night out thing was to impress Roger.
It seemed to always be about him.
You pressed your head against the table, realising just how strong you’d fallen in love with him. It was pathetic to say the least. You had fallen in love with a rising drummer who is known to steal the hearts of many. How could one compete?
You had barely spent five minutes in the pub, but you knew it wasn’t going to be a fun night. You decided you were gonna tell him this whole thing was too much for you and you were going to head home. You stood up from your booth and went to the bar.
When you got there, you found several girls fawning over him; You felt that he was the Queen Helen at times, just like Helen, his handsome face could start bloody wars.
You hoped that maybe he would accompany you home and you could hang out, but it was obvious he going home with someone who definitely wasn’t you. You squeezed through the crowd of females, before Roger noticed you and called out your name.
“(Y/N)! Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He gestured towards the girls who cornered him into the tight spot.
“It’s fine. I’m just gonna head home, I remembered as assignment or two due tomorrow.” You lied, not really looking at him.
He was too drunk to hear you over the loud music, but he nodded thinking you said that you were going to head home with someone. There was a ping of jealousy that shot through his veins, but he ignored it. This was your night, he wasn’t going to stop you from having any fun.
You were a bit scared to leave all alone, but you quickly pushed those those thoughts away as you walked towards the exit. As you left the pub, rain started pouring. You rolled your eyes, sarcastically thanking the world for such great luck. You ran home as fast as you could but by the time you got home, you were soaking wet and too tired to do anything. You just changed into dry clothes and fell asleep on the couch whilst watching an episode of coronation street.
Why do all the red flags
Just look like so much fun, oh
I have a habit of searching for the damage
To share my love
You were out with your friend, Maria, having a chatting over some tea at cafe near the University. You were talking about random things that came to mind, until she brought up your love life.
“So, I heard you finally broke up with that awful douchebag, Zach.” She raised an eyebrow, hoping it was very much true. You just nodded in response, not really wanting to talk about it.
“Well, have you been out since?”
“Nope, but I did go to the pub with Rog the other night. I left early, but he went home with someone else.”
Your eyes lit up when you Roger’s name, but it quickly faded when you remembered he didn’t go home with you. Someone else ended up in his arms that night. Maria noticed this very clearly and did not hesitate to bring it up.
“Do you fancy Roger?”
She asked simply, taking a sip of her tea. You blushed, not really knowing how to respond. You hadn’t told anyone about your sudden intrigue towards him, so your mind was trying to find a response, before your friend answered the question herself.
“Oh my god, you have! You’re absolutely flustered.” She pointed at your cheeks that were as red as ever. She laughed at how embarrassed you were over it.
“Can you shut up! Nobody knows.” You scolded her, swatting her hands away. You drank some of your tea, to hide the increasing temperature of your cheeks as Maria calmed down.
“As much as I love your little friendship, that’s a really bad idea.” She said seriously. You put your cup down, listening to what she had to say.
“I mean no offense, but Roger’s well Roger. Literally everyone knows him as hot drummer you have to take home at the end of the night. You’re just you. You probably just fell in love with him, because you had no one else to love.
You were a tad offended by it. You could possibly in a relationship with infamous drummer, Roger Taylor, right? You thought she was probably just jealous that you had been friends since high school, while she was just another girl in the long list of girls that wanted to talk to him. You were also very sure loved him. You didn’t think of him as just some rebound that you’d stick with until you found someone better. You thought that he was that someone better.
You tried your best to assure yourself that you weren’t a pathetic loser who had fallen in love Roger throughout the rest of your meeting with Maria.
In the end, you didn’t really succeed and you were starting to hope your infatuation was just passing.
People will tell me that I messed up
And it wasn't love
And I'm secretly hoping they are right
“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry I let you leave alone.”
Roger suddenly blurted from across the couch. You raised your head up from the book you were reading. You wondered why he had brought it up in this particular moment. You were both across each other reading books when he had brought up the subject.
This was the first time in a while that you were together, silent. You have been refrained from seeing him too much, because you were trying to let your crush on him die in peace, but it just wouldn’t. You decided today you’d have a lazy saturday and lounge around. It just so happened that you both decided to read a book in the living room right after breakfast.
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not really sure if he was talking about that night.
“I mean the first night you went out in a while. I thought you said you were going home with someone else.” He said empathetically completely putting down the book he was reading to join you on your side of the couch.
“It’s fine really, don’t worry about it.” You said going back to your book, continuing where you left off. That was when he stole the book from your grasp and tossed it aside, allowing you to focus on him.
“Ro-”
“It’s not okay. You were still recovering from asshat, Zach. What if he had found you that night?”
You just realised that possibility; you hadn’t noticed it with everything running through your mind that night, but you thought it was fine now. You were fire. Everything was fine.
“It’s fine I ran home, it was raining.” You said, looking away. Roger frowned seeing you weren’t going to budge. He scooted back the slightest bit and gave you some room to breathe.
“I just care about you a lot.” His whisper almost was almost inaudible, but you not absolutely.
“I really am fine. I’d tell you if I felt otherwise, promise.” You said looking back at him, meaning what you said. He sighed, before speaking up again.
“Then why have you been avoiding me the whole week? It’s like I barely even see you anymore and we live in the same apartment!” He said throwing his arms up. You bit your lip, wondering if this was the best time.
“Rog, I don’t think it-”
“Please.”
He looked at you pleadingly. He did not like not seeing you, he hated it. He missed the way you lit up a room with your smile. It was like his sun had been gone the whole week. He was starting to worry if he had done something wrong and that was when he remembered the night you both went out.
When he came back home in the morning, he saw you still sleeping on the couch. He realised he had misheard and you had actually gone home by yourself. He had been filled with guilt since then.
“I think I love you, okay?” You admitted quietly as you looked down, fiddling with your fingers.
“You think?” He asks. He was obviously ecstatic at the idea that you loved him, but wondered why you thought so. He wondered why you weren’t sure.
“It’s just that you’re you! I don’t know why I just fell for you all of sudden. I started noticing all these little things about you and they just made me fall deeper and deeper. I thought it would just go away, but it hasn’t. You keep me up at night, Roger Taylor.” You finished, taking a deep breathe.
“What if I told you I loved you too?”
“Well then I’d guess I’d have no choice, but to love you back. I mean this whole wanting to kiss you and everything isn’t going away.” You joked, trying to lighten up the mood.
“Well, I’ve loved you for quite some time, if you must know.”
“Yeah that’s funny.”
You laughed, while Roger did not really know how to respond. You thought he joking back, but he was dead serious. You realised this and stopped laughing abruptly.
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, you’re really just oblivious aren’t you?”
You blinked once and pinched yourself to ensure this wasn’t a dream. You were surprised to find out it in fact was not. Your (E/C) eyes went wide as you looked at his blue ones, which were waiting for any kind of response.
“(Y/N)?” He asked waving a hand in front of you. You snapped out of your trance and tried to speak, but it all just came out as jumbled words.
“Me? Like? You? Too? Some Time?!” You mumbled as Roger laughed at the priceless look on your face. You seemed to be absolutely surprised to this revelation. Two people who have been best friends and living with each other for over 5 years fall in love? You thought it didn’t add up.
“I could just save you some and kiss you if you’d like?” He said as your stomach did backflips at the mere thought of it. You nodded as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.
You hummed happily at how sweet it was. Funnily enough, the kiss was what brought you back to reality; you started to kiss back. Your lips were both in sync with one another as if they had been aching to meet each other for such a long time. When you both pulled away, all you could think is about kissing him again.
“Yes I do love you.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
Oh, I really hope I don't love you
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Hello hello! If it isn’t a bother, could I request the RFA+V w/ an MC that they had been a fan of? Like MC is a popular comedian, YouTuber, actress, etc that they liked. Oof I hope this isn’t like,,, way confusing. Thank you so so much and have a nice day/night!
thank you for sending this!! this is actually such a cute idea,,, thank you for being patient with me, i know i’ve been slow with catching up to requests……. but here we go!! i tried to make it relate to their interests, but not too similar..? if that makes sense,,
rfa+v with an mc they were a fan of
yoosung- gaming youtuber!!!- when you logged onto the chat,, your username looked oddly close to the one he was subscribed to on youtube…- he just took it as a coincidence, maybe you were just a fan?? - yeah, that must be it.. that explains how you know all the games he plays and liked to nerd out with him right???- he kind of tricked himself into that mindset really well and kind of forgot about it- until the day of the party,,,- he sees you and wHAA???- is-is that the same person i asked out…?- he starts freaking out oH MY GOD ITS ACTUALLY THEM????- hes so amazed and blushing bc ohny god i knew your voice was familiar i used to fall asleep listening to it omg i hope that wasnt creepy- but,, he feels so guilty,,,, hes such a huge fan and knows so much about you - he apologizes so much and ur just like wtf??? youre just super supportive thats all i can ask of you- hes literally just in so much shock when he finds out like IM DATINGA THEM??
zen- musical performer!!- its been his dream to meet you, you were one of his biggest inspirations- you managed to be so talented at such a young age, hes always wanted to interview you and get personal advice- when you logged in, you used your real first name instead of your performing one, so he just thought you had the same name by coincidence- but when you came over to his house and he opened the door to see,,??- you just smiled and went “zen!!” and he..- his heart went doki doki,,- he just stuttered and let you in, asking if you were the same mc from the chat- when you explained you were in fact the same mc (you just used your first name to avoid extra drama/suspicion), he just starts rambling about how big of a fan he is and that youve always been a huge inspiration- hes cautious about advancements after that, he doesnt want you thinking its just because youre famous- youve offered to help him out, but he refuses and says he wants to earn his fame on his own- will take a while to tell the press about your relationship but POWER COUPLE!!!!!- he really praises you so much and is constantly asking for your validation and opinion.. hes swooning
jaehee- music artist!!- i think she really likes more soothing and mellow music, and youre a bit famous in that genre because of your singing!!- she came across your music one day and just fell in love- youre voice is so beautiful and it calms her so much,, she so thankful- like the others, she just ignores your username and plays it off as a coincidence- when she calls you for the first time, shes really surprised because okay THAT sounds familiar- but shes still denying it skskd- but when she meets you for the first time she ?? UHH- yeah ok no denying it now- shes telling you how much your music helped her and how talented she thinks you are- she,, will ask you to sing her to sleep oh my god please….
jumin- kdrama actor!!- we all know how much he watches and,, he saw one in particular that got him interested- hes never really checked out certain actors before, but there was something about how you spoke and reflected your emotions that captivated him- hes watched all your films and loves every single one- when you entered the chatroom, he makes a small comment about liking an actor with the same name- “haha i get that a lot..”- cue seven smirking behind the monitor- but when you showed up at his door, hes shook???- *runs to tear down poster in his room* “h-hello mc *cough* w-welcome”- youre the first celebrity hes ever gotten into and now youre here at his door??- are we in a simulation?????- bro sarah cant even try to compete now lololol- that scene he recited to her? yeah, those were your lines- he insists you watch your films together with him and he makes comments during romantic scenes about reenacting them- c&r has suddenly taken an interest in using celebrities for marketing and collaborations….
seven- comedian!!- he secretly steals your jokes and says them in the gc - but when you log in the chat and he does the background check hes so shook??- when all your messages are funny one liners and puns,, hes smiling so big- will have joke-offs with you- you call him out when he accidentally recycles some of your well known lines - when you meet irl hes so IN LOVE by how quick you are with your wit,,- he will counter your roasts with more roasts and its an endless cycle- comes to every show and is so supportive god can we appreciate him- nobody can stand being in the same room as yall fr
v- artist!!- he found you on social media when you were a smaller account, holding less than 2k followers- and he watched you grow and get famous, now with half a million- when you entered the chatroom, you used your real name instead of the online alias, so he didnt think anything of it- but he noticed a familiar speech pattern, brushing it off as just a common trend and coincidence- youve never shared your face online, so seeing you (not blind i guess…) wasnt a big deal- but he came over once and what???? - he walks into the studio and recognizes almost half the paintings- youre mc the artist online wHAT??????- hahahahahahhahaaaaa- you try to brush it off and belittle yourself but hes not having it- he bought prints of that one painting right there so stfu- he takes his time to tell you about how much he loves your work and how long youve been a fan- … and you explain how youve been a fan of his work for a long time too- this obviously means POWER COUPLE!!!!!!!!! (yall know me so well)- youre the inspiration that helps him start painting again and hes so thankful and proud of you <333
thank you for reading!! check out my masterlist for more!!
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Word Count: 2k
Pairing: Tom Holland x latina reader
Summary: The way you two ended hurt like hell, but you couldn’t stop each other from living out your dreams. You knew it was dumb but you never wanted to erase his number from your contacts, hoping that one day he’d call you and want to meet with you again.
Author’s Note: I made myself emo writing this at essentially 2 am but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Thank you to everyone who read the prologue to this series!! I didn’t expect anyone to like it and im so glad yall did!! If youd like to be part of this taglist please let me know! If you have any feedback also please don’t hesitate in sending it to me!! I hope you guys like it!! SIDE NOTE: italics means its a text message from Tom, italics + bold is a text from y/n
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Prologue Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 1
You were standing at the end of a red carpet that seemed to go on forever. You swore that if Jane wasn’t standing next to you, you would’ve collapsed already. You were extremely nervous; you were an author not a famous person who was used to doing stuff like this! Before you knew it someone was passing forward a sign with your name on it and was directing you in front of the hoards of cameras. It all seemed to go by in a flash (no pun intended) because by the time you knew it you and Jane were at the other end and being escorted into the beautifully decorated ballroom.
You became overwhelmed immediately. The ballroom looked like a scene straight out of a movie; there was beautiful decorations on every table and the lighting had all been done to make the room look like it was magical. You could tell some of the decorations were inspired by the books that were nominated for awards. You walked over to a table that had your name on one of the plates and almost lost it when the centerpiece was a replica of an important stone in your book. If it weren’t for the fact that you were in a room full of your heroes, you would be in tears by now.
“I need a drink. Real bad,” you said turning to Jane who you knew was just as overwhelmed as you but did a much better job of hiding it.
“It’s in open bar. Get your drank on girl,” she said pointing to a beautiful bar that looked like it was covered in snow.
You simply nodded at her and walked to the bar, trying to keep your hands from shaking.
“Can I have a lime margarita please?”
“Coming right up.”
You smiled and looked around the room, trying not to freak out at all the amazing people that were trickling in. This was something beyond your wildest dreams. Never in your life did you ever think you’d become a published author, let alone be in a room with the worlds most spectacular writers of your generation.
“Let me guess, a lime margarita?”
The voice sounded familiar. It was almost soothing. You turned around and came face to face with none other than your ex, Tom Holland. You quickly looked around the room, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.
“I’d been looking for the most beautiful author in here and I finally found her,” he said taking a step closer to you and leaning against the bar.
He still made your heart flutter.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well you know, Spider-Man spends quite a lot of time reading to kids, so I got the honorary invite. Also…I wouldn’t miss you winning this award for the world.”
Hearing him say that send a mixture of nerves and warmth up your spine. You knew he meant it, there was no doubt in his mind that anyone other than you would win that award. You, on the other hand, had spent days convincing yourself there was no way in hell you were winning that award but that it was still an honor to be nominated.
“I’m glad you’re here, but I’m not winning that award. Have you seen the other nominees? People with years and years of experience. There’s no way I’m getting that.”
You looked down at your feet, suddenly realizing how badly you actually wanted it.
“Years and years of experience yet you managed to get the nomination just off of the two books you’ve written. That’s a feat in itself if you ask me.”
You turned to smile at him. You so badly wanted to hold him and kiss him. You wanted to go sit down and tell him how there hasn’t been one day where you haven’t thought of him. How you were insanely proud of all that he is now and just catch him up on everything that’s been happening in your life. You wanted it to be just like before, except with a few more years of experience gained.
You were about to say something when a woman came and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Tom froze and tried to shift his body away from you but couldn’t because of the way she was holding him.
“I’d been looking for you baby,” she said connecting her lips to his neck. She turned to you and smiled.
“I don’t believe we’ve met.”
You grabbed your drink and walked away without saying anything. You knew this would happen, you just didn’t think you’d feel this heartbroken. You sat back down in your seat without saying another word to anyone.
The awards ceremony had begun but you were too busy trying to calm yourself down enough so you didn’t hear your heartbeat in your ears anymore. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Tom.
“Please let me explain.”
You locked your phone and put it on the table face down. It buzzed again.
“It’s not what you think.”
You put it back on the table. It buzzed again.
“It’s publicity. We’re not really dating; Marvel just wants to get some buzz going on around me.”
You finally decided to reply.
“Who’s this?”
He responded instantly.
“I know you still have my number saved Y/N. I thought about calling you a million times but could never bring myself to do it. Please let me just explain everything to you.”
You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and set it on the table. You tried to pay attention but ultimately failed. You didn’t mind however; you were nominated for the biggest award of the night which usually meant that one was going to be dead last. You sat in your seat and messed with the beautiful dessert on the plate in front of you. Oh how one person can ruin what was supposed to be the most important night of your life. Oh and how much you hated that a guy you haven’t seen or talked to in almost 2 years could ruin it so easily.
Suddenly your phone started vibrating again, only it was a phone call. You were scared it was Tom but decided to check anyway. It was your sister. You showed Jane who was calling and she nodded as you stepped into the lobby.
“Hello?”
“SIS! HERMANA! UUUHHH MY WATER BROKE SO UUUHHH IM ON MY WAY TO THE- OH FUCK! OH MY GOD THIS SHIT HURTS!”
“What?! Samantha?!”
Someone else took the phone from your sister.
“Mija, its happening. We thought we would let you know so you could enjoy your night and look forward to meeting your niece or nephew later tonight, hopefully.”
You could hear screams from your sister.
“Later tonight?! No ma! I’m not missing my only sister giving birth to her kid! She’s not doing this without me!”
“Mija no te vas a faltar recibiendo ese premio.” “Sweetheart you’re not going to miss out on getting that award.”
Your abuela sounded so calm compared to your sister and mother.
“Abuela nothing is more important that being with you guys when that baby gets here. I’m not leaving my sister alone in there with you two crazies.”
Your abuela let out a laugh.
“But Y/N you didn’t drive, how are you going to get there?”
You froze suddenly realizing your mom was right. You and Jane had been picked up by one of the drivers the event sent for you.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll be there.”
You clicked and turned around. You jumped almost 5 feet in the air when you saw Tom standing behind you. He scared the shit out of you.
“What the fuuuck!”
“Shit sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You nodded and tried to walk past him but he stopped you.
“I came in my car,” he said taking out his car keys.
You eyed him carefully.
“Look I know right now I’m the last person you want to sit in a car with, but Y/N I have a car and your sister has gone into labor so you haven’t got many options.”
“Where’s it parked?”
“The valet recognized me and put it in the first spot closest to the exit.”
You sighed and pointed toward the lobby doors.
“Lets go, my sister is about to have a fucking baby.”
The two of you sprinted toward his car and exited quickly. You texted Jane the entire situation, letting her know that if you do win for some reason to go up there and read the speech you had written on a sheet of paper in your clutch you left on the table. She was freaking out on you for leaving but she also understood. For you it was always going to be family first.
You drove in silence for a bit. Suddenly Tom spoke.
“So Samantha’s pregnant. Congrats. When did that happen.”
“No offence but that’s none of your business,” you said with your eyes glued to the road. There was a bit of traffic but you were a bit closer than your mom to the hospital so you hoped to get there in time.
“I’ve missed you.”
The words felt like he was pulling your heart out of your chest and started stomping all over it. You saw the hospital on the next street.
“You can leave me out front.”
“No offence but I may come to your advantage. I’ve come to do charity work here before, they love me. There’s no faster way of getting where you need to go than walking in there with a celebrity they love.”
You rolled your eyes, but said nothing. You knew he was right, and you didn’t want to risk missing your sister giving birth. He turned into the parking lot and pulled the window down. The parking attendant’s face lit up.
“Mr. Holland! What brings you here tonight?”
“Hey bud! So I kind of got a family member who’s just gone into labor in there and I need to get in there and to her as quickly as possible.
“Sister or a cousin or something?” he said grabbing his walkie.
“Girlfriend’s sister.”
You don’t know how but within 5 minutes you were walking into the waiting room of Labor and Delivery. You saw your aunts and cousins taking up some of the seats in the corner. Your cousins lit up when they saw Tom, they recognized him as Spider-Man. Your aunts, however, recognized him as your ex. You walked over to greet them.
“Long story. He’ll keep the kids busy. Where’s Sam?”
They pointed you to the doctor who had just walked out.
“I’m looking for Y/N Y/L/N?”
“That’s me,” you said walking over to him.
“Your sister is looking for you. It’s time.”
You turned to look at Tom who gave you a reassuring smile as he was already knelt down playing with your cousins.
“Keep them busy please. And thanks.”
You turned around and walked behind the doctor.
It seemed like the longest two hours of your life. There were a few complications but you finally had a tiny, perfect baby nephew. They moved your sister in one of the rooms and because she seemed to be okay they said she could have just adults come visit her. You smiled and walked out to get your aunts.
“He’s perfect. You guys can go see him, I’ll stay out here a bit.”
The smiled and kissed you on the cheek as they walked to your sister’s room. You turned and saw all of your cousins folded in chairs fast asleep. Tom was in the middle of them, carrying your 2-year-old godson in his lap. They were both fast asleep, your godson was leaning his head against his chest and Tom had his head against the wall. Just the sight of him made you instantly fall in love with him all over again. Your stomach couldn’t stop doing cartwheels. You quickly took a picture of the sight, not making a single noise. No matter what happened between you two, you wanted this moment to last forever.
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Tell Me What To Do
Prompt: "tell me what to do."
Summary: Jimin is frustrated trying to understand why you're acting careless and reckless and when he finds out why he falls inlove with you even more.
Pairing: Jimin X Reader
Wordcount: 2K
Genre: Angst, Fluff.
Warning: none I think!
Request: by the lovely @aghoulfromtokyo who requested : bts imagine where the members get into a fight with reader and fight back with Jimin or Yoongi.
A/N: I hope you like this and it met your standards! I'm sorry again I couldn't do your original ot7 member reaction request :") anyways i hope yall enjoy this and have a great day ! 💜 P.S. sorry for any grammar or spelling errors !
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“So are you mad now?” you scoff, arms crossed over your chest raising an inquisitive brow.
Jimin just stares at you with a calm expression, something you've very much come to despise. Was he mad ? Yes. But was he going to do some thing about it? Probably not.
After all, you were the love of his life, his other half, his cute little Y/N. No matter what you did, you did no wrong in his eyes, he could never get mad. But it seems that as of recently you’ve been doing everything in your power to get him to just snap at you, and it might just happen. He didn’t understand why you were acting this way, he didn’t recognize this version of you. It’s like you were throwing yourself away and you’ve given up on everything.
“No.” Jimin says simply, trying to keep his eyes as empty as possible as he stared straight into your lazy half lidded orbs.
That’s what Jimin always said. No. No matter what you did. You were beginning to get tired of It, how could he not be mad ?
You've done so much just to get his attention and to try to get a reaction out of him. Drinking until not a single bit of consciousness is left; he just picked you up from the club as soon as you drunk dialled him and nursed you for the whole week. Just the other day you had spent the whole night out, not doing much but hanging out with friends really but you switched off your phone, hoping he would get worried and come find you but he didn't, when you came back to his apartment he just greeted you like you hadn’t gone missing for over 24 hours. You decided today that you would really push it, since he was acting like he didn’t care, you thought he wouldn't mind if you went out to mingle a little and dance with men who actually paid attention to you. Except he did care, and was very bothered. You don’t even know how he found you but he did, and one minute you were being groped by gross men and the next your wrist was grabbed and you collided into a familiar firm chest and looked up to meet a pair of livid boiling eyes but not directed at you, rather the men on the other side of the room. It wasn’t hard to exit the club at all since all the men were terrified and the girls( along with some men) had been staring with mouths wide open passing whispers of how good and sexy he looks especially with how he had come in to save you while the crowd parted like the red sea.
You were a little bothered (jealous really) by the eyes on him but more than that you were hopeful and happy, he looked angry. Finally, you elicit an emotion out of him. But when his face goes stoic in the car ride and he pays you no heed you can’t help but shake your head at him disbelief as you feel tears build up in your eyes. You looked away when the first tear fell, not noticing Jimin peering over to you in concern and pain.
You stormed out of the car the moment you got off and Jimin followed a little later.
You were impatient so you wanted the issue to be addressed immediately.
Hence the current situation, you leaning back against the sink and Jimin leaning against the wall.
“I guess you really don’t care about me,” you laugh dryly as you back off against the sink and begin to walk out.
Jimin furrows his brows. What were you talking about?
Before you can get too far he holds your wrist, looking at you with confusion etched all over his face.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. The reason you don’t react when I do something bad, the reason why don't care ? You don’t need to tell me I'm not stupid, I know you're not in love with me anymore. You don’t care.” You shrug, feeling tired and done already.
Jimin stares at you in disbelief, how could you utter such things so easily? Were those the kind of things that went through your head ? You were frustrating him. He loved you so much, you much, that’s why he suppressed his emotions and didn’t explode.
“Listen, that's not it Y/N you’re misunderstanding-" he begins as he takes your hands in his but you yank it out.
“No, I’m used to it. People just stop loving me.” You smile weakly and Jimin's heart drops.
“Y/N, I’m not like those people. You know that's not true. Please, I don't understand what's going on in your head, you need to tell me. Tell me what to do.” He almost pleads in frustration and desperation as he grabs both your hands in his and place it over his heart on his chest, his hand lightly on top of yours.
“Should we break up? Would that make you happy?” you ask, a tired but mocking smile on your face as you watch Jimin’s face contort into that of building frustration, anger, confusion, heartbreak. Great, just what you wanted.
Jimin doesn’t respond, just looking at you, waiting for you to say you’re joking but you don’t.
Instead you begin to walk out while you speak.
“I’ll take that as a yes-" you begin but you are suddenly slammed against the wall.
“What the-" you begin but when Jimin comes to hover above you, eyes burning with fury’s fire, as both his hands are a firmly pressed on other side of your head you freeze.
“Jimin....” You breathe out, lungs beginning to give up on you as your breathing gets uneven.
“You want to break up with me? Because you think it will make me happy? You think I don’t care about you? That I don't love you? ” Jimin asks while he squints at you and shakes his head and bites his lips.
You gasp at his sudden low but demanding tone and the proximity of your faces, his breathe fanning your face. You want to answer but it feels like your voice had given up on you so instead you stare at him with blank eyes.
“Y/N, if you knew just how much I love you, I could never not live you even if I tried. Even if you did the worst thing a person could do, even if you ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it in your pretty little palm while you looked me dead in the eye. I know I love you, but I want you to tell me, do you love me ?” He finishes, all the while speaking low and deep but somehow it still manages to stir you up.
“Of course I do.” You monotonously confess, face beginning to brighten and get hot at the close proximity of your faces.
“Then why are you doing all this? When I call you don’t answer, you go to dangerous places at ungodly hours, do you know how much I worry about you? ” Jimin asks voice softening.
“I... get so scared thinking about where you are and if you're okay. And then I see you and I just can't get mad at you Y/N, it's not because I hate you or don't love you anymore. I care so much and you mean the world and when I have you with me all my worries go away, I don't need to get mad because I have you with me.” He finishes.
You don’t respond. You didn’t know but now you knew. But still, your pride wouldn’t let you admit it.
You scoff.
Jimin furrows his brows at you and you sigh.
“It’s good to know you care.” You say languidly before ducking under his arm and walking away.
Jimin has had it.
He grasps your wrist again, this time pinning your hands on either sides of your head with your back flush against the wall as you stared blankly at him.
“Do you think this is a joke?” He huffs and you don’t respond.
“What do you want from me? Tell me Y/N.” He asks again, losing patience.
“Nothing anymore.” You sneer as you shrug.
“What the hell does that mean?” He says menacingly low and you feel a shudder run down your spine when you see the dark gaze he has you under.
“Let go of me.” You say as you squirm to try to get out his grip but to no avail.
“Tell me first. Do you really want to break up with me? Because if you really do and it'll make you happy then I won’t hesitate.” He says with no emotion and you freeze.
Perhaps you had taken this little test of yours too far. Your mind begins racing.
Did you want to break up with him? No. But were you a good girlfriend? Probably not. So did you deserve some one like Jimin? Maybe not. Did he deserve better ? Definitely.
“Well?” Jimin asks as he cocks an eyebrow at you.
You don’t even know that you’ve begin tearing up until Jimin’s hold in your wrists cease as his eyes soften up and he cradles your face.
“Y/N...” He says as he wipes away your tears with his thumb and you burst into a sob and throw your arms around his waist, taking him by surprise as you nuzzle your face into his chest and cry your heart.
He wraps his arm around you and sooth as your hair down, the motion calming.
“I’m so sorry, I was being so stupid and spoiled and selfish just because I felt like you didn’t care but it’s still not right because I love you and you love me but I-" you begin but Jimin pulls away and puts a finger over your lips lightly a subtle smile on his lips.
The fact that you craved more of his attention so much, enough to act like a rebel so that he can look in your direction made his heart flutter. As he looks at you; tear stained cheeks, puffy glassy doll like eyes and quivering pouted lips, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you.
“It’s okay,” he reassures and you nod.
Jimin cradles your face again, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on your forehead. He pulls you into a hug again kissing the top of your head before resting his chin on the top of your head and massaging your back.
“Sorry about how I grabbed your wrist. Does it hurt?” He asks.
“No,” you shake your head and wrap hands tighter around him, making him chuckle.
“And Jimin, I love you.” You say through hiccups after a while of comfortable silence and when Jimin doesn’t reply for while you begin to panic.
Jimin senses your sudden shift and speaks before your mind begins racing again.
“I know, I love you too.” He says and you smile after you sigh in relief, making a smile spread across Jimin's face.
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