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falsegirlprophet · 6 months ago

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talkin’ nonsense.

LOV3 L3TT3RS - part one 💌

word count (3-4k)❣️(TW: Smut)

Juno winced as the harsh early morning sunlight shone on her face. ‘Where am I?’ She looked down at the tanned arm stretched across her lower back, following the toned muscle up to a broad shoulder connected to a slender neck and a defined, scruff covered jawline.

Admiring the man’s side profile with his glasses balanced precariously on his sharp nose, Juno’s memories from the night before returned: the red velvet cake, espresso martinis and whiskey neat, a hand rubbing her inner thigh, and a ruined dress.

Joshua.

That was his name.

Juno winced as she carefully slipped underneath Joshua’s arm and eased herself off of his broad chest.

‘He’s cute when he’s sleeping.’ Juno thought as she silently crept around Joshua’s passed out frame sprawled across the couch, his cheek cutely pressed against the couch arm.

Juno slipped into the bathroom, snooping in Joshua’s cabinets, finding vitamins and health supplements, Advil, and a prescription for an anxiety medication.

Swishing Joshua’s Listerine in her mouth, Juno hummed to herself while tying her hair into a messy bun and wiping away the makeup from the night before.

Opening Joshua’s fridge, Juno grinned when she found a stack of tupperwares with ‘FROM MUMMY’ written in sharpie across the tape covered lid, helping herself and taking a bottle of water and a mango spear from another container.

Juno munched on the mango spear and sipping water before taking one of Joshua’s Advil’s as she observed the pictures on Joshua’s fridge door; Joshua in a Harvard graduation gown, arm in arm with an older couple, his parents. ‘God Bless your Dad’s genetics.’ She thought with a little grin, seeing where Joshua’s good looks came from.

Her gaze landed on a recent photo of Joshua at a zoo enclosure with whom Juno presumed was his now ex-girlfriend, Emma.

From the state of the apartment, someone was moving out, and it wasn’t Joshua.

Tearing a Post-it note from its pad, Juno wrote, ‘email me for your clothes back. thnx 4 everything. J.J.’ and added her email address, adorning it with hearts before reapproaching Joshua’s passed-out figure.

Holding her breath, Juno stuck the Post-It note on Joshua’s forehead, impressed when he didn’t move. ‘Heavy sleeper.’ She took out her lip balm and dabbed her lips before bending to give Joshua a featherlight kiss.

Admiring her work, Juno slung her heels over her shoulder and blew a kiss to a dead-asleep Joshua, humming happily to herself as she closed his apartment door with a barely there ‘click.’

A blonde woman passed Juno in the hall as she was leaving Joshua’s apartment.

The woman paused, looking Juno up and down.

‘Emma.’ Juno recognized Joshua’s ex-girlfriend from the picture in his kitchen and panicked. ‘I’m wearing her ex-boyfriend’s clothes.’

Juno felt Emma’s eyes on her as she picked up the pace, running barefoot down the hall in Joshua’s grey t-shirt and plaid sweatpants with her heels clacking loudly together in her clenched fist.

Emma entered Joshua’s apartment with the hidden key under his placemat while looking over her shoulder at the mystery woman. “Joshua? Why is that woman wearing your clothes?“

Joshua sat upright from the couch, looking down in confusion because he had fallen asleep with a woman on his chest, and now she was gone.

“Oh. That’s what she was doing here,” Emma gestured angrily to the heart-adorned sticky note pasted to Joshua’s forehead along with a lip gloss mark on the side of his mouth.

The dress and bra sticking out of the garbage only made things look worse

“Are you hungover?” Joshua peeled the sticky note off his forehead and crumpled it in his fist and tossing it on the floor while Emma interrogated him. “We fought, and in one night you already have her of all people sleeping over?”

Joshua had a splitting headache, trying to make sense of where the mystery girl had gone. “Can we both take a moment?” He gagged, whiskey neat rearing its ugly head.

Joshua caught the lip gloss mark on his face in the window pane’s reflection, too hungover to argue with Emma. “I’m going to get breakfast. Take the time you need to pack your things and leave your keys when you’re done.”

“You don’t even want to talk this out?” Emma was in disbelief by Joshua’s nonchalance, expecting him to beg for a fresh start, but it seemed as if he was already in the stages of moving on. “You’re giving up on us?”

Joshua blinked in surprise, taken aback. “I’m not the one who wanted to ‘go back in time,’ Emma.” His voice rose to a shout, and he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop himself. “I’m sorry. But I’m not the one who gave up on us. That was you.”

Tears streamed down Emma’s face, and Joshua hated it, but the image of Emma having sex with another man hurt even more.

Putting in his ear buds, Joshua was too upset to concentrate on his choice of music, wanting something to block out the anxious voices in his head as he angrily tapped his phone screen until music played, stomping down the street to his favorite café.

A familiar voice came through his earbuds. Joshua tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and caught himself on a tourist passing by.

Joshua winced apologetically and dove into his coffee shop and ordered his usual chai with oat milk.

Scrambling for his phone to find the song in his music queue when it ended, an image of the woman from the night before filled Joshua’s screen.

Perfectly coiffed, shiny, black hair. The biggest, brown, and glossy doe eyes that Joshua had ever seen. Rich, brown skin accentuated by a summer tan and a red dress that hugged her frame; Juno J.

Based on the articles that Joshua poured over in the coffee shop, Juno was a child actress turned pop star.

After Juno’s contract with the company that gave Juno her big break had ended, she took a four-year gap to go to college and major in music production.

Juno had recently begun releasing raunchy, cheekily worded pop songs that were garnering her lots of acclaim for a promising career in music.

Red, Valentine’s Day-esque hearts were Juno’s primary aesthetic. Joshua had already stepped up to stalking Juno’s social media presence, finding her pages littered with her red hearts, and began to connect dots in his head.

Returning to his apartment, Joshua found himself relieved but sad Emma’s presence had been stripped from his home. Nearly two years of a relationship, gone in a matter of hours.

Exhausted from the previous night and the morning’s events, Joshua sighed and sat down on his couch, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face in his hands.

A skittering noise made Joshua look down to find the Post-It note he had crumpled that morning. It was littered with red hearts.

Diving to the floor, Joshua smoothed out the Post-It note on the edge of his coffee table, laughing as he read it.

“Guess I’ll end this life alone.”

Juno J. toyed with the strings of her bikini top, shrugging and sipping on her Sangria. “He probably figured out who I was and got too intimidated.” She replied while sunbathing poolside with her best friend, British pop star Saira Kapoor.

Saira’s interest was piqued; her friend had not entertained the thought of a new boyfriend since her most recent break-up with a tennis player, a disagreement over lifestyles they could not overcome. “Don’t be dramatic.” She swiped a chip through the dip bowl floating in a tray beside them her the pool. “I know you’re lonely, but you should be content with being by yourself, J.”

“I am not dramatic,” Juno replied haughtily, crossing her arms over her red gingham bikini top. “These are just thoughts passing through.”

“I checked it out and he had a big apartment.” Juno grinned and fluffed her shiny, black hair. “Among other things, I bet.” She slid her red sunglasses down the bridge of her pierced nose and stuck her tongue out.

“Snoopy.” Saira replied, pushing down her black sunglasses as well and arching a dark brow. “You’re gonna get in trouble for that one day, Juno.” She teased, flicking a few water droplets on her tan skin. “So, you only remember his name was Joshua and he’s British?”

This was a very broad description and Juno could not find his presence on social media though she spent the whole morning hungover and repeatedly searching ‘Joshua. British. Hot. Desi.’ on her laptop.

Juno was about to reply when her phone interrupted their conversation. “Hello?” She sat upright when her manager’s voice came through on the line. “A meeting?”

Grabbing her flip-flops, Juno ran for Saira’s pool house. “I think I forgot I had a meeting today!” She pulled on her jeans and grabbed her car keys; Saira was right behind her with shorts on as well.

“Come with?” Juno unclipped her hair from its twist and gave her friend a pout. “Something last minute about a campaign for a dating app.”

Agreeing to go, Saira and Juno got in her car and sped for the office building where the meeting took place inside. “As CEO, I have decided we should aim to target our female audience. Promote their pleasure and needs.”

Juno and Saira traded a look at what the rather attractive voice behind the conference room door described.

“Who’s the cute boy with the thick accent?” Juno whispered to Saira, recognition crossing the CEO’s handsome features as he turned to greet her.

“Mysterious Woman.” Joshua grinned stupidly, thankful for his strings of connections that got him a meeting with Juno. “Faring well after last night?”

“Can’t send an email?” Juno shot back with an arched brow, realizing there was no meeting she had forgotten and Joshua must have finally gotten a clue as to who she really was.

Joshua rubbed the back of his neck, blushing hard under the judgmental gaze of not only Juno, but one of her best friends and Britpop star, Saira Kapoor. “I looked up who you were and...”

Juno nodded to Saira; They both had anticipated this.

“Hm,” Juno bit her thumb, looking Joshua up and down; checking out his crisp, white button-up, fitted, black trousers paired with a matching blazer. ‘I can work with this.’ She thought with a sly grin. ‘I’ll let you boss me around.’

Joshua, ever the gentleman, averted his eyes from Juno’s still-soaked bikini top that clung to her sun tanned skin during their meeting.

This time Juno was in a pair of unbuttoned jeans that showed off a belly button piercing.

Juno approached Joshua again when they finished their meeting. “Well. It sounds like I’m your first spokeswoman.”

Joshua grinned stupidly and shook Juno’s hand in agreement. “My people will send your people the details.” He watched Juno’s hips sway as she linked arms with Saira, looking over their shoulders at him, giggling and whispering to each other the entire time.

Waiting until he was alone in the parking garage, Joshua whooped and hit the side of the driver's side door in excitement, accidentally setting off his car’s panic alarm. “Oh, shit-“ He quickly turned it off and got in his car before someone saw him.

“Oh, shit.” Joshua stared at Juno’s email address in silence before typing, ‘Come over tomorrow with some pitches for the ad?’

Joshua heard his phone go off but waited until he got home, showered, ate, and was in bed before opening his inbox. ‘whatever you want, boss 💌 -J.J.’

Throwing his phone on the bed and burying his face in his pillows with a stupid grin, Joshua pretended it was not his phone he was holding but instead Juno’s hand.

‘how long do i have to wait before i bring out the fuzzy pink handcuffs?’ Juno texted Saira on the way to Joshua’s apartment to discuss advertisement concepts for his dating app.

“Hi!” Juno grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Joshua’s cheek and leave a red lip stain, letting herself in with a heart-shaped gift bag. “To celebrate our partnership.”

Joshua put a hand over his heart, flattered.

Opening the gift bag, Joshua found tucked inside was his t-shirt and sweatpants that he had lent to Juno, and a travel size bottle shot of whiskey. “For old time's sake,” Juno explained with a teasing grin as she made herself right at home in Joshua’s apartment.

“Thank you, Juno. Very thoughtful.” Joshua grinned and rested his hip against the kitchen counter. “Now, any ideas for what you and I should do?”

Juno grinned at the choice of words between the two of them, stretching out on Joshua’s couch, rolling onto her stomach, and kicking her socked feet back and forth.

Humming thoughtfully, Juno twirled her curled, shiny, black locks between her long and slender brown fingers, looking up at Joshua with innocent brown eyes and parted glossy lips. “How about something like...”

Joshua watched the tip of Juno’s tongue run across her full bottom lip, and he groaned inwardly as he watched a gold, heart-shaped locket dangle on a chain between Juno’s cleavage.

“Sign up now, and you could come right on me.” Juno feigned a gasp, covering her mouth. “I mean, we could have really good camaraderie!”

It crept back—that same tense heat from the night in Joshua’s bathroom when he was standing between Juno’s legs.

“Stay in my good graces, Josh.” Juno mimed holding him at imaginary gunpoint with her index finger and thumb when Joshua’s gaze lingered too long. “It’s bad for business if you’re not.”

Joshua wanted to know what punishment that would earn him, but he had to remind himself that this was still a professional work meeting. “I like it. Clever, cheeky.”

Even if Juno was stretched out on his couch in tiny red short shorts and a see-through white tank top with no bra underneath.

Juno noticed Joshua was practically hunched over his kitchen counter, sweating bullets. She gave Joshua a sweet smile and gathered her things. “I have a dance class, but I’ll see you bright and early at the shoot tomorrow morning, boss?”

Joshua gave Juno a pained smile, nodding and bidding her farewell before groaning and hiding his face in his arms.

Though he was ashamed to admit it, Joshua would be lying if he said that whatever it was he felt for Juno, he had never felt this way even at his very best with Emma.

The fact Juno seemed to already know she had Joshua under her thumb only made matters worse.

The set was something out of Juno’s fantasy bedroom: shaggy red carpets, sheer heart-patterned curtains, a four-poster canopy bed with heart-shaped pillows, a fluffy cashmere red comforter, and a vanity set with various beauty products and perfumes for Juno to play with.

“You did all of this?” Juno gaped at the set design, climbing onto the bed and sitting back with her hands splayed across her spread thighs, grinning up at Joshua. “What if I said that you were a mastermind?”

Joshua rocked back on his heels and grinned, bashful underneath the shower of Juno’s compliments as she ooh’d and ahh’ed at the set design, something out of an seventies girlie flick.

“Do you like?” A lingerie brand sponsored Juno’s clothing for the ad; she wore a pale peachy tube top with a matching pair of high waisted boy shorts.

The singer showed off cream colored stocking covered legs to Joshua as if Juno were a doll he could purchase at the mall.

The stretchy and sheer material Juno’s top strained against her chest as she arched her back to gaze up at Joshua with her glossy brown eyes.

What Joshua wanted to say was not appropriate in front of the camera people and various staff gathered on set for the ad campaign shoot.

“You’re exactly who this ad needed,” Joshua replied dumbly, pretending to answer a phone call to hide how flustered he had become.

“You’re talkin’ nonsense.” Juno winked at Joshua as she tossed her shiny black hair over her tan shoulder. “But you’re right. I am.”

After an hour of photography, the crew broke for lunch, leaving Juno and Joshua alone in the bedroom set.

Juno played with the little purple bows of her bikini bottoms while quietly humming to herself, sipping on a juice box while she waited for production to resume. “So…” She looked up at Joshua through her thick, dark lashes. “…Any plans after this, J?”

Joshua shrugged, noncommittal, but knew it was time to make his move if he was picking up what Juno was signaling. “Take a bath, order food. Fall asleep to a documentary.” He was actually quite fond of this routine, it just wasn’t very fun to be alone.

“My friend is going back to London, her boyfriend just finished production on a film adaptation of The Green Knight.” Juno was still obsessing over the fact Joshua took baths.

Baths!

The moment Joshua fixed his face, Juno was going in, wanting to tear Joshua’s t-shirt into shreds with her heart shaped acrylics from how the conversation was strung along. “So, it’s just…little old me…alone… in this big city…”

Joshua thought he was going to die.

Logically, Joshua’s next option was to grab Juno’s stocking covered legs and pull her across the bed towards him. Juno shrieked and grabbed the front of Joshua’s t-shirt, crushing her candy apple lips against his.

Sighing and moaning in his mouth, Juno pulled Joshua atop her and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, um, I don’t normally do things like this.” Joshua’s stubble scratched Juno’s neck and made her laugh softly as she ran her fingers through his silky, black curls.“Is this too forward?”

Juno was breathless between kisses, cheeks red and giggling as Joshua lifted her leg and pressed a kiss against her knee, inhaling her cherry-scented perfume. “I have been waiting for you to make a move since you sat me down on your bathroom counter and stared at my panties, Josh.”

Juno lay on her side, face-to-face with Joshua, wrapping her tan legs around his waist, taking Joshua’s face in her soft hands and giving him an open-mouthed and dirty kiss.

“You trust me?” Joshua was breathless between kisses as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. ‘This is insane. This is crazy.’ He was always warned to not let the CEO title go to his head at such a young age, but fuck it, it had gone to his head. “You want me?”

Juno licked her palm and shoved her hand down the front of Joshua’s boxers, massaging his throbbing erection with her clever hands. “Joshua, the night we met, you took my dress off in an alley and then we fell asleep on your couch.”

‘That’s a good point.’ Joshua thought as Juno pulled back and stroked Joshua’s cheek with her thumb, bumping his sharp nose with hers. “Of course, I trust you.” Juno sighed when he kissed her again.

“…Are we about to have sex?” Juno’s brown eyes glinted with mischief when she asked the question.

Joshua’s dark eyes narrowed, seizing her ankles, Joshua guided them from resting on his hips to slowly onto his broad shoulders. “Is this okay?” He watched Juno nod eagerly while taking his hands and cupping her breasts, massaging them in his large, warm palms while they kissed.

Joshua rubbed his thumb across Juno’s nipple until it hardened underneath his fingertips, traveling down her toned abdomen to push her boy shorts to the side.

The closer Juno’s shoulders were to her knees, the deeper Joshua went to penetrate her at a better angle.

Joshua dug his fingers into Juno’s hips, sweat dripping down his forehead and lungs hard-pressed for air as he fucked Juno sideways on the bedroom set.

“Oh my God,” Joshua panted as the bed’s iron-wrought headboard rattled frantically against the wall. “We need to stop, June,” He felt Juno’s body shake from laughter, stretched out underneath him on the bed.

“Joshua Madika, if you stop right now I’ll break your dick off.” Juno threatened while clawing at Joshua’s chest and shoulders. “This is so fucking hot.”

No one had touched Juno there in a damn hot minute and she wasn’t going to let Mr. CEO hold out on her!

Taking this as a challenge, Joshua reached down and rubbed her clit, watching intently as Juno began to shake, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Yes, Daddy!"

Joshua let out something mixed with a shocked laugh and a swear as Juno orgasmed, she used his broad shoulders as leverage to bounce on his cock. “Daddy, huh?”

Laughing incredulously, Joshua’s voice was husky and low as his large hands traveled up and down Juno’s body, her back arching underneath him. “You want Daddy to make you come?” He said it in an almost patronizing tone, brow furrowing condescendingly as he leaned in as if to kiss her, stopping only an inch away from Juno’s face to tease her.

Juno wanted to kiss Joshua and make him die. “You’re such a jerk,” She grunted and tossed her head back, her silky, black hair splayed across the pillows when Joshua pulled out and put her pussy in his face. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

“I didn’t want to come across too strong,” Joshua flicked his tongue back and forth across Juno’s slick thighs and pussy. “We both got dumped,” Juno thought it was cute how Joshua carried on such a conversation while sucking on her clit. “I don’t want you to think whatever this is between us, is a rebound.”

“I don’t want us to be a rebound, either.” Juno’s lips parted in an ‘O’ shape, resting her sweaty forehead against Joshua’s when he finished making her come again with his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. “I really like you, Joshua.”

Joshua sweetly brushed Juno’s sweaty hair out of her face. “I really like you too, Junie. Can I-“

“Josh…?” Juno interrupted, brows furrowed as she gently patted his bicep to get his attention. “Is that camera still rolling?”

Joshua sat up with Juno still in his arms, grabbing his glasses when Juno knocked them off his face when they first began making out.

The red light was on and blinking.

Recording.

“It looks bad.”

Joshua pulled editor, Rahul, out of the lunch break to look over the footage after Joshua got rid of the ruined bed set, excusing the rest of the crew from work for a full paid day off due to ‘Technical difficulties.’

“Yeah, I know it looks bad.” Joshua’s jawline flexed, wanting to stay on the good side of the man who had evidence of a Juno J. sex tape.

But Joshua’s stomach was twisting, heart was pounding and lightheaded from fear of what might happen to him and more importantly Juno if this was leaked. “I have an idea to fix it if you’re willing to hear me out.”

Rahul grinned and rubbed his fingers together. “What’s your price, boss?” Joshua huffed and gave his editor the remaining cash in his wallet, and threw in his watch for good measure.

“How was it?” Juno was sat at the vanity, using the products to cover the evidence of hickeys and bruises. “Joshua, I am so sorry-“ He knelt beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly.

“It’s all been sorted, everything is fine.” Juno noticed Joshua’s watch was missing but chose not to address it at the moment. “I owe you my whole life.”

Joshua shook his head; waving his hand as if to dismiss the thought. “I don’t know if now is the appropriate time, but I wanted to circle back to a conversation we were having earlier while…entangled?” Embarrassed by his choice of words, Joshua groaned and ducked his head low.

The singer grinned at him in the reflection of the mirror. “Oh?” Juno felt the heat radiating off of Joshua as he wrapped his arms around the back of her chair and leaned in close, his lips against her perfumed neck.

“Can I take you out?” Joshua heard a faint ringing in his ears as Juno hummed thoughtfully with a grin, as if she were consulting her reflection in the vanity’s mirrors. “I swear to buy you dinner first before I take you home.”

Juno turned her head and hooked her index finger underneath Joshua’s chin, kissing him sweetly. “Yes.” She sighed into his mouth, placing her hands on either side of Joshua’s face and scratching the stubble on his jawline.

“It’s a date.” Joshua sighed dreamily against Juno’s lips, feeling like a lovesick teenager as he practically floated out of the studio on a pink cloud and to his car.

Joshua’s was unwinding for the evening after one of the most stressful and best days of his life when he got an email with an mp3 file attached to it from Juno.

‘coming soon…mp3. 💌’

#dev patel #saleka shyamalan #my writing #joshua madika #juno x joshua #joshua modern love #juno j #oc #mine #dev patel fic

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falsegirlprophet · 6 months ago

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𝓛𝓞𝓥3 𝓛3𝓣𝓣3𝓡𝓢 💌

Dev Patel as Joshua (Modern Love) x Saleka Shyamalan as Juno J. (OC) - a fic inspired by emails i can’t send and short n’ sweet by Sabrina Carpenter

Word Count-(1K)

(part two)

Joshua tossed the ring; it skipped down the street and disappeared down the storm drain as he stomped along the rain-covered sidewalk, entering the first bar he found and shaking his soaked hair out.

“Whiskey. Neat.” Joshua opened a tab, intending to drink away the sting of his first time being cheated on by his long term girlfriend, Emma.

Ironically, it must have been singles night in the bar because it was decked out in cherry red hearts and pink streamers along with cakes piped with sarcastic phrases like ‘CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR BREAKUP.’

A woman in a blue dress swayed back and forth on a bar stool, a melancholy look on her gorgeous features as she stabbed a piece of the ‘Congratulations’ cake with her fork with one hand and nursing a drink with the other.

Feeling eyes on her, Juno J. looked up and locked eyes with a handsome man across the bar: black, rain-soaked curls and a grey t-shirt sticking to his broad chest, warm brown eyes behind thin wire-rimmed glasses balancing precariously on his sharp nose.

‘Hi.’ Juno mouthed, waving her hand at the man before looking bashfully back down at her drink.

After a year in a fake PR relationship with a tennis player who cared more about the game than her, Juno was out of practice and so. fucking. horny.

“I met her parents, y’know?” Josh tossed back another shot with the woman he had met at the bar, Juno. “She’s seen me naked, and I met her parents.” He winced as the liquor burned his throat. “And I got cheated on?”

Juno shook her head when the lemon drop’s sourness puckered her glossed lips. “I got dumped by a number one tennis player.” She sniffled and held her head up high. “I was ‘too much.’ for him, apparently.”

Joshua scoffed drunkenly, swaying on his bar stool. “Too much?” He replied incredulously as Juno stood up, doing a turn in her rhinestone pumps to show off her lacy blue dress. “Do you think I’m too much, J?”

Running a hand through his thick black curls, something like a prince, Juno wondered how Joshua’s ex could cheat on him as he flashed a charming smile and shook his head, ‘No.’ while rubbing the scruff on his jawline with his long fingers.

“I can’t believe I let some white man ruin my self-esteem.” Juno groaned in humiliation and pulled her hair in front of her face like a long black curtain. “This boy didn’t even know the difference between ‘they’re,’ ‘their,’ or ‘they are.’”

Joshua thought of Emma and the ex-boyfriend from high school she had ‘gone back in time with’. “I can drink to that.”

Another shot.

Suddenly, hours passed, and it was one am and the bar was closing.

Juno and Joshua stumbled out onto the sidewalk, too many drinks in and flirting heavily with Juno laughing and grabbing an equally hysterical Joshua’s arms for support.

He wrapped himself around Juno to protect her from the rain that had never stopped.

The street lights and the spins reared an ugly head as Juno pushed off Joshua for the nearest garbage can, pulling her hair back into a ponytail just in time as she retched into it.

“Oh, God!” Lip gloss smeared Juno’s face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I'm so sorry!" She gagged and turned away from him as she spit up the remains of her espresso Martini in the gutter.

“You can leave. I’ll call an Uber.” Juno kicked off her sequined pumps; she couldn’t have been more than five feet tall without them.

Juno sat on the curb, leaning against a lamppost and closing her eyes.

Joshua watched the chrome eyeshadow on Juno’s eyelids change shades of blue under the light as she took deep, shallow breaths.

“Are you sure? I know we’ve only met, but I live about a block from here.” Joshua knew better than to leave a drunk woman slumped over on the sidewalk. “You can sleep it off on my couch.”

Joshua removed his t-shirt and used his jacket as a cover for Juno in the alley they ducked inside of for her privacy. “Here, if you need to change.”

“If you’re offering. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Juno accepted Joshua’s help rolling the blue, martini-soaked lace down her wide hips.

Twisting her shiny black hair back in a bun, Juno asked Joshua to hold her hair while she pulled his t-shirt over her head.

Inhaling the scent of Joshua’s cologne calmed Juno’s senses. “Thank you.” She sniffled, feeling very unpretty with her hair windblown and dried spit on the sides of her mouth, not to mention her ruined dress and bra.

“Do you think you can stand?” Joshua looped an arm around Juno’s waist, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, nodding and allowing Joshua to lift her.

“Hop on my back.” Joshua turned around, and Juno grunted with drunken effort once, twice, before throwing her arms around Joshua’s neck and allowing him to hike her body up and wrap her garter-covered legs around his waist.

“You can clean up and take a shower if you’d like,” Joshua said as he climbed the stairs of his apartment complex with Juno on his back. In her drunkenness, Juno was impressed by how Joshua carried her with ease.

If Juno didn’t know better, Joshua was reassuringly rubbing the inside of her thigh with his thumb. “This is me.” He gently set Juno down against the wall and unlocked his apartment door, walking her to the bathroom and lifting Juno again to sit her on the sink’s marble counter.

There was a brief moment where Joshua was standing between Juno’s thighs, her dress rolled up so high that he could see the blue lace of her underwear.

They both got quiet, chests rising and falling as heat filled the bathroom. “I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He quickly excused himself, and Juno pouted to herself as she watched Joshua leave.

Joshua heard Juno singing in the shower and was impressed. It sounded familiar; Juno must have been covering some pop songs from the radio. He made a mental note to look it up later.

The shower and fan were turned off. Joshua listened to the shower curtain open and the sound of wet bare feet on the linoleum.

The door clicked open, and Juno padded into the living room in one of Joshua’s clean t-shirts, and a pair of sweatpants rolled up to her ankles. “You can throw those away.” Juno frowned at the ruined dress and bra. “Those were expensive.” She pouted, her full bottom lip trembling slightly.

Juno had tried to wipe her face clean; her thick brows were unruly, blue mascara streaked down her shiny face, and her wet hair was already starting to curl.

“It’s alright.” Juno looked exhausted, and Joshua felt bad for the young woman, guiding her to the bed he made her on his couch. handing her a glass of water and an ibuprofen. “Get some sleep; everything will feel better in the morning.”

“This is a strange request, and I know how much you have already done for me tonight,” Juno snuggled underneath the blankets Joshua had laid out, looking up at him with her glassy brown eyes.

“Can you stay out here with me?” Big tears started to roll down her round cheeks, and Joshua didn’t hesitate to slip underneath the covers with Juno and use the sleeves of his sweater to wipe away her tears.

Joshua enveloped Juno in his arms. She put her head on his chest and nuzzled her face into the material of his sweater. “Thank you. You’re a real stand-up guy to let pretty drunk girls sleep on you in your apartment.”

“I don’t like being alone,” Joshua admitted, still feeling drunk as his lids got heavy and his voice slurred. “S’nice to have the company for once.” He let his hand rest on her exposed lower back from where his t-shirt rode up her.

Juno kissed the space above Joshua’s heart as he reached back to flick off the tableside lamp. “Night, Josh.”

“Goodnight, Juno.”

#dev patel #saleka shyamalan #joshua madika #joshua modern love #juno j #juno x joshua #writing #mine #dev patel character #dev patel fic

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falsegirlprophet · 6 months ago

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who am i to bring you down? (Jay Menha x YN)

A/N: blame @hecuba-of-troy for this four-part series... As with most of my Jay fics, this is 18+ @umbrielchip000 i love u bae

You wake perfectly. There’s a feeling in your chest that you hadn’t known since you were a child.

Safe.

It takes a moment to realize that someone has their hands on you, smoothing evenly over your skin, achingly gentle. SOmeone’s next to you, but you can’t see who yet.

Like most dreams, it’s not a clear picture. It might feel worse if it was.

A soft mouth begins to work you over. Your stomach, palms, your collarbone. They start in on your neck, and the breath on your skin makes it all so unbearable. It’s been years since you felt so utterly wanted.

But a moan cuts right through you. It’s not yours, it’s someone else's.

Recognizing the moan should have shocked you, if you weren’t already on your back. You’d only heard that sound muffled in the bathroom at 2am, when you were supposed to be asleep.

Jay.

Muddling your way to something resembling wakefulness, you’re overheated and winded. It takes a moment to release your fists, tightly gripping the bedding by your sides. You’d tangled yourself in the bedsheets. If Jay hadn’t heard you, he’d seen you.

The bed is empty, shower running.

Jay.

Scary Jay. Jay who had protected you when you needed it most. Jay who always opened the door for you. Jay who’d been sharing your bed for weeks.

Jay, who doesn’t like to shower in the morning.

You untangle yourself, and shuffle across the compact room, grounding yourself in the soft brown carpet.

You have your hand at the door to knock, just to check in.

A moan, it’s his.

An electric shock gets sent up your spine.

“YN.” It’s soft, nearly covered by running water.

He’s touching himself, and he’s thinking about you.

There’s a moment of realization that hits you like a grand, warm wave. You could walk right in and finish him off.

He’s a good man. He’s so good, and you both deserve it.

But you don’t. There’s a ‘job’ to do today, but that’s no reason to be left wanting.

You take a breath, and lean back against the bathroom door. You’re still flushed from your dream.

You rest your hand between your legs, and wait a moment before you start to play with yourself. You pretend no one’s listening, and act like the object of your affection isn’t hanging on every gasp, every sad moan you were making.

He was so sweet with you in your dream, and he didn’t even have to be!

The fact that Jay could come out here and do what he wanted … and he just didn’t.

Jay’s stopped making any noise, but the water was still running. On the other side of the door, he’s wishing he was on his knees in front of you, drinking you dry.

If he was waiting for you, you wouldn't let him down.

In your mind, his hands are yours, large, rougher, fingers longer. The things he could do…

It all comes back to a picture he has in the back of his mind with you, sitting on the edge of the bed, just looking at him. He’d push you onto your back, starting in wherever he wanted, which was … everywhere.

He’d ask, “Do you trust me?” and you’d say yes. If this was real, he’d be annoyed at your lack of survival skills. He’d wreck your life, but he hadn’t been able to shake you loose yet. He didn’t want to.

Jay would torture you, rubbing his beard against your sensitive neck. Every little moan he earned would be torture for you, but he’d want you to feel this.

Everyone who came before him wouldn’t exist.

He won’t stop teasing until you're shaking, digging sharp nails into his back.

“Jay.” You’d drag out his name, getting desperate. He’d pull you into a kiss again, trying to memorize the inside of your mouth before pushing up into you.

Your shriek would snap bears out of hibernation, but you wouldn’t be distressed. He’d be watching for even the slightest sign.

Jay would shudder for a moment as you adjusted to him, trying his best. He’d be able to run his hand down your smooth stomach and feel himself there.

You’d take every inch of him, and you’d be grinding for more. Slut.

You’d been writhing in your sleep, now you were putting on a show trying to get him to come and take you.

It wouldn’t be difficult. For all your tough talk, he was still able to manhandle you if he wanted.

You’re not being fair, and it’s frustrating. But he’s in the shower, alone.

Jay tugs himself off and finishes the moment he hears his name through the door. For a moment, between his gasps, he takes in some water and chokes.

His choking would be better than his moaning, maybe you only heard the choking. He knew it was unlikely.

You’re not going to get him to break. You’re an unmarried, unaccompanied woman in one of the most dangerous countries in the world.

If he acted on impulse, it would be an abuse of power. That’s it.

He should stay in the shower forever.

But he can’t.

You spend the 10 minute gap of Jay getting out of the shower having a crisis as to where to go next. You throw on some clothes as Jay had a job today and for some reason, you were going to help.

He was going to give you a cut of his earnings, just for driving him. He hates when you drive, but apparently not today.

“Good morning!” You chirp at him, giving him a warm smile.

Jay’s still steaming from his shower, and you do your best not to look at him directly. He’s staring at you. Stupid dark eyes burning, it was irresponsible that he looked at you like that.

No wonder you had a dream about him.

A pause hangs between the two of you as his hand twitches. It would be so easy to push you back on the bed and spend all day in you, giving you everything that you want.

You break first. You fall face first off a cliff, and daydream he’s the one who pushed you.

“I’m going down to breakfast!” you're out the door before he can say a word.

XXX

You and Jay drive in silence, only taking directions from the GPS.

A part of you feels a bit on-edge. Not even because you were driving to an unknown location to do something Jay wasn’t telling you about. It was because he had his eyes either on his phone, or on the road ahead. Had you overdone it? No, he had.

The audacity he must have had to get off in the shower, without you. Dumbass.

“How did you sleep?” You ask, voice even, as if you hadn’t been steps away from fucking.

“Fine.” He says in a flat tone, flipping one of his phones shut.

“I slept great. That was a good mattress at that last hotel, huh?” And you feel, even driving, Jay’s heavy eyes on you.

You were familiar with that expression by now. It was withering, to say the least, tinged with a little bit of impatience with your sarcasm.

So what? You were trying to get a rise out of him. That’s your right as an adult to bother your one friend. Or partner in crime. It’s not like you two had defined this relationship.

You hear Jay sigh, and you inwardly smirk. You always had to egg him on, just to get a reaction. You were the first person he’d ever interacted with who’d done so with no malice.

He’d always been quiet, he was just like that. And here you were trying to get to him under the shell he’d made for himself. But he couldn’t think like that. He just fiddles with his watch, like he does when you’re about to make a breakthrough.

“Alright, just over here, to the left.” Jay straightens up, running a hand through his hair. He could practically feel your frown from across the car.

He didn’t make the rules of the drop, he just had to jump through the hoops, same as everyone else. It beat working at a grocery store. It beat loitering in school where the teachers would just decide he didn’t have what it took to get through. It beat a lot of things.

And with you here, it couldn’t be different. He had to worry about your safety when you were with him, that was just being polite. It wasn’t like he could ask you to turn back to town and leave you at a starbucks. You wouldn’t accept that. You wanted to be a part of this, with him, so he had to be careful with you. Maybe you could listen to him one time, and stay in the fucking car.

“Jay, it’s the middle of nowhere.” You reply, flatly. Because it was, you were just stating a fact that it was somehow expected that Jay delivered the package to some ominously flat field, a rusted-out Sedan waiting on the other side.

He grunts in response.

“Is that him?” You ask, bravado fading as it hits you that while Jay was 6’2, his size might not be an asset here.

“I should go.” You say, but Jay’s already opened the car door, and gearing up. The package he’s supposed to deliver was under his seat. Something in your stomach dropped as he put

“No.” He replies flatly,”I’ll be right back.”

“Famous last words.” You snipe, he glares at you, black eyes knocking you over.

“Be safe.” You tried again as he took his gaze away. How did he do that? Whenever he gets like this, you feel small.

Not in a bad way, but Jay’s going to do right by you, even if he doesn’t do right by himself.

And Jay feels the same. He knows that you’re smart, and the car is well-stocked, you’ll be fine if something happens to him.

But he had to do more. Jay opens the glove compartment, and pulls out the pistol he’d picked up in Nebraska. Pointing the weapon down, he hands it to you.

The cold metal leaves a bite in your skin. Something bad is going to happen.

“You know how these work?” He asks

“Yeah?”

“If you hear shots, you start driving.”

You want to snap back that you do what you want. You’d never leave him.

But you don’t. You just take a second to imprint his face on your memory. Still scowling, curly hair trying to escape his head, and an olive green shirt.

“Okay.” Jay breathes a little sigh of relief, almost imperceptible to anyone who didn’t have a handle on his mannerisms.

There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, because you understand each other. Jay’d never been understood before. You could tell him he’s better than his work, that he could go do something else, something good, but you don’t. He does this for a reason, and you’re going to stick with him for your own.

He gives you a small nod before closing the door behind him, and you watch him change his so-called “stage presence” as he gets smaller, and closer to the sedan.

There was a moment where you thought things might turn out alright, but it’s quickly overshadowed by Jay’s dark eyes on your car.

You hold your breath as your formidable companion puts his arms up, envelope still in his hand.

For fuck’s sake!

You hear yelling across the field, as Jay’s form stiffens, and he hands over the package.

“On your knees!”

Fuck.

Jay gets down on his knees and puts his hands behind his head as the attacker, still a greyish-blob

No.

THere’s a moment where you think you know what you’re doing. But you don’t.

You’ve got a tire iron in your hand, Jay’s trying to keep you upright, and there’s blood. So much blood.

You killed him.

You wince as you feel hot tears trail down your face. Jay’s grip on your arm was the only thing keeping you upright at that point. He snatched the tire-iron from your hand and tossed away.

“I killed him.” Your voice sounds weak and strangled, like it didn’t even belong to you.

“No, No you didn’t. You saved me!” tries Jay, you feel his thumb start to dig into your arm.

“He’s dead!” You shout, for no one to hear.

“No! See?” Your tall companion propped you against the car, and turned to shoot the attacker twice in his chest.

“I killed him!” He exclaims.

If you weren’t you. If you hadn’t heard the dull crunch of a man’s skull caving in, you would have laughed. The body didn’t move. Staring at the blood leaving the corpse, it was starting to make your head fuzzy.

But Jay made a joke...kind of.

You were too sick to enjoy Jay putting his arms around your waist and shoving you into the passenger’s seat of the Honda.

He even stops to buckle your seatbelt.

“Just breathe,” he says as he closes the door behind you.

At some point, the two of you start driving. At some point, it turns into nighttime.

XXX

Jay’s been driving for hours now, his knuckles practically white on the steering wheel. You want to hold one of his hands, but you don’t. You can’t.

You killed for him, and you weren’t sorry.

Today’s been too damn long. He’s basically dragged you up the stairs to your room, grateful that he always made his reservations at least a day ahead of time.

But it didn’t quite matter.

You’d both gotten in the door, and he’d taken off your shoes, directing you towards the bed. It was unnerving, the entire process of getting you to the mattress. You’re smart, you're vibrant, and you’re flattened. You were good before he met you. Fuck.

He can punish himself later.

You look deflated, sitting on the edge of the mattress. The bedframe is higher than usual, so your feet dangle above the floor. The comforter is soft and he’s grateful for that. You deserve it.

Jay approaches slowly, and you don’t even notice until you feel warm hands on your shoulders. Your companion never touched you. It was irritating as it was endearing. If it had been that morning, you would have made a pass at him.

But it isn’t, so you didn’t.

“Hey,” his voice is soft. It makes you want to cry.

“Jannu. Look at me.” You don’t, your bones are too heavy. You killed for him today. You killed for him and you don’t even feel bad about it. Your head is spinning and he can tell. He always knows.

Jay slowly runs a hand over your collarbone and tilts your chin up to look at him. He’s ignoring how goosebumps rise over your skin.

“What happened today...never happens again, understand?” Your wide eyes blink once and he’s suddenly thinking impractical, irresponsible thoughts. Jay lets his thumb stroke your cheek, ignoring how you lean your head into his hand.

It’s two in the morning. He’s just seeing things.

“If the police grab you, tell them it was me.” Your eyes go round, and a little gasp escapes. He wants to laugh. Jay doubted the police would grab someone like you over this. But you needed to know it was okay. You can turn him in. It’s fine.

The events of today were not even close to the worst thing he’d done this year. Or even this month. Shit.

“Jay, I-” You start, but against his better judgement, his hand wanders.

“But don’t think you’ll talk,” A warm thumb brushes over your bottom lip and your eyes half-close, “We know what this mouth is good for.”

This couldn’t be real.

But then you get bold. Something flicks across your face that sends a shiver down Jay’s spine. You take his hand in yours and start sucking his thumb. You bat your doe-eyes at him and he’s gone. Your soft face, and your tongue swirling around his thumb.

“Fuck.” Jay’s warm brown eyes are black and cold.

You smile, eyes glinting, as you give him his thumb back, and you let out a small squeak as he pushes you back onto the mattress.

Jay smiles inwardly as you stretch your legs apart. But you’d been an idiot that day. You can wait.

Jay’s hanging above you now, making you whine and kick your feet. You looked so pretty like this, he could stare at you all day.

“Come on.” You try, leaning into Jay’s hands. .You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out.

Jay lowers his face between your legs as you smack the back of his head. He’s unphased, inhaling deeply.

“Pretty girl.” He says, as if you didn’t know.

“So do something about it!”

“Not yet. I need to make you understand that you can’t doubt me. When I say to do something, you need to do it.” You scoffed, fighting off a picture of Jay, dead in the desert without you.

“Okay I understand.” You tried to brush it off, the feeling of his tongue making you stupid. All those sad, scared little thoughts seem like nothing.

“I don’t think you do. You will.” You let out a small gasp at how ominous the words sounded, you turn your head down to see him.

“God I can’t fucking stand you. Asshole.” You spit, Jay halts against your thigh.

“Why is that?” He rubs his beard against the raw skin on your leg.

You’re gonna cum, you're both feeling neon, you’re going to come down hard.

Fuck Jay. He doesn’t get to make you cum on his face.

“Could’ve just taken me this morning,” you say, as smooth as you can manage, ”we could’ve spent all day in bed instead of … this”

“You’ve been putting on shows to get my attention.” Jay takes his wet thumb to your clit, watching carefully as you arch your back.

You loved his hands, you loved them even more as they played with you how they wanted.

For all your indignance, you’re still practically limp in his hands.

He lets his fingers dig into you, mumbling against your skin.

“I could’ve had you last night. Writhing and moaning for me. I wouldn’t have to wake you up to make your dream come true.”

The words sent a jolt through you, the idea that Jay could have just taken you if he wanted. You wouldn’t have minded at all.

He could have just had you and made you feel good at any point during your partnership. Ugh.

“My dream?” You huff, face going even warmer as Jay’s fingers tease the outside of your throbbing heat.

“ I hear you in the shower. If you needed company, you could’ve just asked.”

But Jay doesn’t respond. He meant for it to be a small swat, just to get you back for talking smack. It wasn’t. His hands were too big, and his fingers were too long. He doesn’t know how strong he is, and that’s not entirely his fault.

The force of the smack jolts up your spine, making you twist. His heart sinks for a moment, fear in his veins that he’d hit too hard. A bone-chilling moan escapes. You’re drenching his hand, gasping. The crack of the blow echoes off the room, and Jay realizes his attempt to tease you, make you weak for him, had backfired.

The room is achingly silent.

Finally, with a heaving, shaky breath, Jay asks. “Can I have you now?”

“P-Pl-ease.” You shook, watching Jay try to come up with what a complete thought.

“Keep your hands by your head,” he commands.

“Or else what?” You asked.

“10 more.” Is that what people say? Jay thinks.

“That’s a lot,” you ignore his empty threat.

“Still want this?” He asks again. You can feel his jaw clenched, teeth grinding. Maybe you tug his hair a little harder.

“Yes, please.” Your voice is high and thin. You can’t quite get your eyes to focus, closing as he pulls you into a long kiss. He’s sucking at your tongue, and it takes a moment before he pulls away.

“If anything’s wrong, tell me and I'll fix it.” He always says what you need to hear. Jay’s hung to the point where you question if you could take all of him. Here he is being soft, asking what you need.

“You’ll fix it.” You repeat, squeezing your eyes shut, he hums in affirmation, resting his face over your heart. The scratch of his beard is torture, but you get to realize that you like resting your hand on the back of his neck.

“Just scratch me, I don’t mind.” Jay runs his face up to your neck, moving your two confused hands onto the flat of his back. With his words, you give an experimental dig. You can feel his face smiling into the crook of your neck.

You hope you know how to act the way he wants.

And he wants to tell you that you are. You’re so sensitive, and reacting so well to him. Jay’s just lucky to have you.

“You tell me what you like so I can give you more of it.” He practically purrs into your neck, making you glare up at him, kicking your feet like you were about to have a tantrum.

Jay scoffs, “With your words.”

You blink up at him and say ,“Right there.”

“Right here?”

A huff of his laughter spreads over your skin, as you squirm, trying to take him in. Jay wanted to fuck the sad out of you, and he was going to do it. He’d bounce you on his cock until you

Now ideally, Jay would fuck any fear, sadness, tension right out of you. He’d bounce you on his cock until you forgot what today had been like. He’d put you on all fours and breed you until you were a crying, overstimulated mess for him, but this was more.

He’d known for a while that the two of you were more than partners, or travel companions, or whatever the hell your cover was that week. The feelings he’d been pushing down were inching their way back up, getting stronger with each roll of his hips into you.

“J-Jay.” You whimpered, the pressure of his cock making the back of your eyelids white.

You come down around him hard, twisting sheets, and you drag him down with you. Your nails cut into him, but he doesn’t move, lowering his forehead down to yours.

“When I say run, you do it, understand?” His voice is more of a low growl. Your mind wasn’t sharp enough to come up with a snide remark.

“I understand.” You conceded, as he pulses and fucks you through, tears springing to your eyes as you quickly get overwhelmed under his hands and his teeth.

“E-enough. Jay please I’ve had enough.” It’s a shudder, it’s a whimper, and it makes Jay realize too much at once.

Your soft body fits him just right, he wants more. Of course he wants more. But you’re just trying to be brave after such a long fucking day.

He sighs into your mouth.

“Alright Jannu. Enough now.” You whimpered, taking in the explicit squelching sounds the two of you were making.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, thank you.” Jay presses the words into your neck, as you whine, trying to keep your legs linked around him.

Jay just said thank you.

When he’d completely spoiled you and taken you apart. You try to kiss him, but it lands on his cheek. You wobble even though you're flat on your back.

“I shouldn’t have put you in this position. I’m sorry.” He apologizes, his face soft through your eyelashes. You can barely keep your eyes even part-way open.

“It’s okay,” you murmur into his neck, and you mean it, down to your bones you mean it. He couldn’t blame himself for something you did, you wouldn’t allow it.

There’s something hanging over the two of you. It needs to be said but neither of you will. Jay just wraps you up in the blanket, humming to himself as he feels you get heavy against him.

#oh me and jay are fucking to fleetwood mac yuh yuh yuh #WHO AM I TO BRING YOU DOWN BABES #jay menha #sanjay menha #jay x yn #the wedding guest #dev patel #dev patel imagine

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falsegirlprophet · 6 months ago

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Big strong man, big strong feelings

Kid x reader

Tw: self self harming behaviours (no cutting), I wrote him with the headcannon that our man has bipolar.

Cheeni universe, kinda a sequal to home to home

Ik I promised filthy fluff but... Yo girl is a deceiver

You smiled as you leaned against the door frame. Fuck you've missed this. This domiscated, more rare version of Kid. When he has a spatula in his hand, an apron tied around his waist, basically nude aside from the apron you gifted him when you two moved to Mumbai.

"I can feel you staring," Kid mumbled as he continued making breakfast. You could just picture the smirk he has on. Gentle music from the 80s could be heard from the smart TV, as the living room isn't that far from the kitchen.

Kid turned the fire off and turned around to look at you, walking towards you with a mock frown. "it was supposed to be breakfast in bed," he scolded jokingly. You shrugged and wrapped your arms on the back of his neck, gently pulled him down and kissed him. Granting the promise you made when you bought him the 'kiss the cook' apron.

He pressed his forehead against yours when you pulled away with a relief sigh. "what's all this about?" you asked quietly, trying to not break the calm ambience. Quiet after the storm. Just yesterday he was sobbing into your chest until he falls asleep. Apologising for the bullshit he pulled.

Kid slowly pulled away and held both of your hands. Staring at your intertwined fingers. "just... Glad to be home," he answered finally lifted his head to look at you. You cupped his cheek and your heart almost break when you see him leaned into your palm. He's had an episode, you two fought it out, not the first time he ran off but it's the first that he stays gone for long. "I'm sorry," he said again, as if the countless amount of times he said yesterday wasn't enough.

You've forgiven him, he doesn't even need to apologise and you'd still forgive him. Your heart is truly his, carved with his name tied to his soul. It jumped out of your chest and tried to chase him the night he stormed off after the fight. The gaping empty hole only grew when he stopped answering your texts and basically fell off the surface of the earth for months.

'I swear, Kid, I won't search for you if you step out of that door.' you fucking lied, of course you did. He's the central pillar of your very soul. You'd forgive him, always.

"I.. I didn't mean what I said. I need you, I need you," he mumbled, his thumb playing with the promise ring placed on your finger. The presence of the ring reminds him that you still love him.

You nod. "I know," you kissed his hand, you'd do anything to comfort this man. Anything.

"it doesn't matter, you're home," you replied, not really sure who you were trying to soothe. Both of you need to be reminded that he's home. Now.

Kid nodded. "I'm home," he repeated. Offering you a small smile and a kiss on your forehead before walking towards the counter and picked up the tray of food he's prepared. "let's get that breakfast in bed, hm?"

With Kid you've learned to enjoy these moments. He's the furthest thing from stable. You knew that. You knew how it'd be to love a broken man.

So you bury it in your mind. When he walks with you to the cafe, his fingers intertwined with yours. He'd make a point to look up at the pretty colours of the sky when the sun rises. It's like rediscovering the world. You made a point to stand and watch him prepare the coffee machine as you wait for customers. Kid would look up at you when he's done and give you a small kiss.

Fuck you've missed him. You know you did but you didn't know you've missed him this much.

You know the stable wave won't stay long. Kid is a big strong man and he has big strong feelings that he can't understand. Kid is quite the handyman, he could fix anything, everything, everything except himself.

You realise it. It happens gradually. He starts waking up a little later than usual. On the way to your shared cafe he doesn't lift his head to look at the sky anymore. He just stares upfront. Holding your hand a little looser.

"you don't have to go today, baby," you said, playing with his curls as he's laid on his chest, bare but a boxer on. You're all dressed up and ready to get to work and he's having the darnest time to even open up his eyes. He looks at you, not a word uttered, face still planted to the pillow. You smiled sadly, you know that empty look.

"take a day off, okay? I could handle the cafe just fine," you promised, leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his forehead before standing up to leave.

The whole day all you could think about was him. At lunch time you gave him a call. It took a few times, when he picks up he lets out a small grunt of 'hello'.

"have you eaten?" you asked, this is good, at least he has the energy to answer his phone. Kid let out a 'mm' and you smiled. "I'll bring back dinner later, okay?" and you're met with the answer identical to before.

Hours later when you stepped into your shared apartment it felt a little too quiet. "Kid?" you asked as you slowly opened the bedroom door, expecting him to lay on the bed bit he isn't there. You searched the house and it's confirmed that he isn't home. "shit, fuck" you mumbled and started dialling up his number. Only to be met with no answer. You tried about 4 more times.

"hey," finally he picked up. "Thank God, where are you, bandhar?"

The other side of the line went quiet and eventually a sigh was felt out. "open the door," he answered. You walked towards the front door and unlocked it, only to be met with bruised and bleeding Kid. He limped towards the couch and threw himself on it.

"Kid-"

"I could do what I want," he immediately cuts you off. He's staring at you, expecting a reaction.

You shook your head. "no, I'm not gonna do this." you meant it another way but he understood it the other

"you're leaving?" he asked, and that made your ears rang. No, you can't give him what he wants. You're trying to keep calm. "no Kid, I always stay,"

"and I leave. Why not find someone better?" Kid asked looking at a bruise on his arm and start pressing on it. You want to stop him but you know he'd try to use it to jab you. You need to remain calm.

"Kid-"

"I'm a burden hm?" he's just echoing his own insecurities. "everyone have their ups and lows" you tried to reason. Kid let out a chuckle. "hm but mine is too high and too low. You'll crash with me one day," he said.

You're tired. Fuck you're tired. "you keep pushing me away, you want me gone?"

For a split second you could see his mask broke. You know him too well. He went out to the ring, wanting the opponent to beat the shit out of him so he can feel something. He's numb. You can see it in his eyes and for a second what you said spark alarms in his mind. You're onto him and he knows. He slips the mask back on.

"you should." Kid replied as if it's final.

"I'm not giving you what you want Kid." you replied as final as his statement. You know this tactic. He used to do this when you both were 17. At first it drove you mad but you knew it's his way to hurt himself. He wants you to yell at him, berate him. Punish him. Hate him like he hates himself.

You walked closed towards him, eyes shifted towards the poor bruised arm that he's applying too much pressure on. You took his wrist. Trying to gently pry his thumb away from the bruise. "you promised to let me love you," you whispered. Hinting at the night you two had on the roof, you just started dating, he's forced you to accept the scholarship and leave him for a better life.

You chose him, the small apartment you two now have and the cafe you two own.

"remember? You promised," your sweet voice echoes in his head. He let you pulled his wrist away, he hung his head low, staring at the carpet. He felt the kiss you planted in his palm and a wave of shame hits him as a form of shiver colonising his whole body.

"I know you, don't pull this on me," you replied, standing between his spread legs. He pressed his forehead onto your lower obdement and wrapped his arms around your waist. You rubbed his back. "Just you, you remember that night, hm?"

Kid's breathing was uneven. He's about to start sobbing and you know. His depressive episodes could look ugly, you're prepared.

"it's unfair to you," he mumbled, looking up at you, he leaned his back against the couch, pulling you onto him, pressing his cheek against your chest, looking up at you. "it's not fair," he repeated.

You shook your head and kissed his forehead. "I love you," you whispered, Kid closed his eyes to soak it in. You moved to place a sma kiss on his nose. "you hear me? I love you," you added. Moving to kiss his lips twice. "you make me happy. You just have issues but so do I. We had this conversation before baby,"

"we were 17, that was years go," Kid finally answered, you used your thumb to caress his chin. "we could be a thousand and I still meant what I said, just you," you made sure to make him look into your eyes. He needs to see you're telling the truth.

He nods. "just us"he drew circles on your back as you've found a comfortable place in his lap. His kisses taste like blood but you don't mind.

"I.. Want to get better," he admitted.

You kissed his cheek. "we'll find a way."

Kid nodded. He had to say it, he's scared that you didn't know, that you thought he meant it. He won't blame you if you do, he's pushed you away so many times.

"I don't want you gone. I want us,"

You smiled., nodded and kissed him. "of course I know that, silly."

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falsegirlprophet · 6 months ago

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a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

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