#binged it and ended up choking back tears sitting Right next to her. I REALLY SHOULD CATCH UP augh

[leatherbookmark]

randomly picked up vol2 of given and Emotions have overtaken me.

[mammonshuman92]

- It Takes Two - Pt. 2

(Mammon x Gn!MC)

Genre: angst to fluff (the fluff is coming I promise lol)

Warnings: cheating, not proof read , if i missed any TW’s I apologize

“We’re a little busy right now.” A familiar voice, biting and arrogant, came from his lap. His eyes widened, whipping his head around to look at you in his lap. Except it wasn’t you. It was her. His heartbeat accelerated as panic began to set in.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He chanted, standing up in an instant, causing the succubus to fall to the floor with a thud and a few profanities. As events began to unfold and the puzzle pieces started fitting together; when it was already too late, he realized what he’d done. A hard lump instantaneously forming in his throat. He turned to you, eyes wide with terror, hands on either side of his head tangling in his hair.

“MC..I..I-It’s not wh- I thought-” He choked out.

He followed your line of sight, which was glued to his undone pants and obvious arousal. With shaky hands and fingers unwilling to cooperate, he fumbled with his zipper, struggling to get it up. Arms from behind snaked around his middle, gently clawing at his chest. 

“Shall we finish what we started?” She hummed seductively, staring daggers directly at you.

You shook your head, a sob escaping your lips as a fresh wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. You brushed past Asmo, disappearing out the doorway.

What’s goin’ on..? ...This can’t be happenin’..

He shoved the girl’s arms off of him without saying a word, a scowl spreading across her face. He made a beeline for the door, Asmo quickly stepping in front of him to block his way. “Don’t. You’ve done enough..” With venom lacing his tone, he looked the succubus up and down. He turned his glare on his brother for just a moment, the utter disgust they held was evident, before running out the door after you. As his figure disappeared, Mammon could feel the reality, the weight of the situation setting in.

His heart was pounding against his ribcage, breathing becoming erratic. The lump in his throat was unwavering, choking him as tears streamed down his cheeks. The gravity of it all bringing him to his knees.

“How moving.” The voice behind him scoffed, reminding him of her presence, “It almost seems like you love them.”

His head whipped around to see her, lounging casually on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

“You.” He growled, harshly wiping his face with the back of his hand as he stood up.

 “Stay the fuck away from me!” He snarled.

She laughed lightly as she stood from the couch, crossing the floor until she was right in front of him. “Don’t be like that. Ten minutes ago you were ready to nail me on that couch.” She purred, her finger trailing down his chest, quickly moving lower. Like a flash, he grabbed her wrists and held her hands up in the air in front of her.

“Let me make one thing very clear to you right now. I don’t want ya. I only made out with you and shit because I thought ya were MC. I would never willingly do anything to hurt them.” He glared at her, making sure she caught that emphasis, before dropping her hands. “Your jealousy bullshit, and making moves on me while I’m drunk just made me lose the one thing that has ever been good about me..” He trailed off, releasing his grip in her.

She rolled her eyes, “Why are you getting so worked up over a human? There’s nothing special about-”

“Excuse me?” He growled. 

Mammon has always been the level-headed one when it comes to altercations, believe it or not. He never usually lets his anger get the best of him. After thousands of years of being the scummy brother, the thief, the loser, he got used to just letting people’s words fall upon deaf ears, so to say. But, that was not the case this time. You see, anyone could say whatever they wanted to about him, he didn’t care. He could handle whatever was thrown at him. 

You, on the other hand? Well, you’re flawless. In every miniscule way, you were perfect. That’s not saying that you don’t make mistakes, or drive him crazy sometimes, but to him there was absolutely not a thing about you he would change. Everything you did, everything you were, was absolutely immaculate.

Rage bubbled in his gut.

Leaning in closely, he towered over her, radiating ire. “I’m not gonna sit here and discuss why you’re wrong, seein’ as how it’d take all day, but what I am gonna to say is for a lesser demon, ya might wanna reconsider who you’re talking to. He spat, “Say one more thing about MC, and it’ll be the last time ya speak..” He whispered, glaring at her for a moment before taking a step back.

“Stay away from me and MC.” He warned once more, daggers in his eyes as he turned and bolted through the door.

If he had any shred of hope left, it was that you would talk to him and let him explain everything. He knew it was shitty, after everything that just went down, to even consider the possibility of you forgiving him, but he held onto that little shred of hope. Had he been in the right state of mind, had she not taken advantage of the situation and the state he was in, he would’ve never even stayed in the same room with that girl, much less go as far as he had.

He felt awful. Whether he was so drunk he was convinced it was you on his lap or not, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. After seeing the horror, the heartbreak on your face; the tears that stained your cheeks because of something he’d done, he kinda didn’t want you to forgive him. He didn’t want to lose you, couldn’t imagine continuing on without you in his life, by his side. But if you hated him now, he wouldn’t blame you. He deserved it. And he would live with it for the rest of his existence, knowing that he messed up his only chance at true happiness; at spending his life with his soulmate.

-

You bobbed and weaved as quickly as you could through the crowd of club patrons, needing to get far away from here as fast as you could, as your impending breakdown was sure to be a sight to see.

You were already so out of it; physically present but mentally, your brain had already shut off. Not quite sure how to handle the current situation. All the faces in the club were just a blur; you could feel the bass of the music reverberating inside your chest, but you couldn’t hear anything. Kind of like when you’re somewhere so quiet, the absence of sound feels so heavy, deafening.

You had to get out of here. Heart hammering wildly, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe; like the walls were closing in on you. A panic attack was setting in. Finally free of the sea of people, you darted out the front door of the establishment, running as fast as your legs would take you back to the House of Lamentation. Hoping that no one else would be home to see you; becoming witness to your unraveling.

-

*bing*

*bing, bing* *bing*

Your D.D.D. continued going off with near constant notifications well into the night. You could’ve just put it on silent, but you just couldn’t seem to move, frozen by heartbreak. Apparently several pictures were going viral on Devilgram, leaking this rumor and that regarding the second born and the succubus. Further making you look and feel like a complete fool.

Mammon had also been blowing up your phone since you made it back to the HOL. He had even come by your room in an attempt to talk to you but once he realized the door was locked, which had never happened the entire time you’ve lived here, he sat outside the door begging you to open it as loud sobs escaped him. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t budge.

Of course you still love him. How could you not? Hearing his desperate pleas and heartbroken sobs was almost too much for you. Although you were the one who had been betrayed, you wanted nothing more than to fling the door open, latch yourself onto him and never let go. But you couldn’t. Cheating is a dealbreaker. It’d happened before, in previous relationships, but shit this one hurt so bad, worse than any other heartbreak you’d had.

He had his faults, much like everyone, but he was so perfect for you, and treated you like you’d always dreamed. This couldn’t really be the end could it? Over, just like that? Completely smitten and in love two days ago, to heartbroken, crying on the bathroom floor. 

How are you supposed to move on from this? He’s your best friend. Or, was. How are you supposed to pass him in the hall, or eat dinner, or have House movie nights in the common room? How are you supposed to act like you're not still in love with him..?

-

The next week was pretty rough, to say the least.

You stayed locked away in your room when you weren’t at RAD; replaying the moment you saw them together, crying until the tears no longer fell; effectively torturing yourself. They’d all come knocking at your door countless times, trying their best to make you feel better. And while you appreciated it wholly, it didn’t help.

Avoiding Mammon was probably one of the hardest things you’d ever done, seeing as how you kinda live together. While it was extremely hard not to just run up to him and latch onto him like you always did, it seemed harder to just avoid him in general. 

During the first few days, he left small presents outside your door, had a couple of his brothers slip you notes, and waited for you after class a few times. After using every ounce of your willpower to avoid him, he left you alone. He still messaged you several times a day though, apologizing profusely, begging you to talk to him.

But, it was better this way right? Like ripping off a band-aid? 

That’s what you’d always heard anyway. Instead of asking questions and demanding answers as to why someone else chose to hurt you, you just cut it off right there, ghosting them; removing yourself completely from their life. Because if they truly cared, really loved you, they wouldn’t make the conscious decision to do something that they know would hurt you, that stepped outside the boundaries of your relationship. Their reasoning doesn’t matter. Aside from living in the same house and attending the same school, you had pretty much ghosted him.

In public anyway. In the privacy of your room, where you could feel everything to its fullest, you’d spend hours going through pictures, skimming Devilgram for any new gossip about the two of them. Re-reading your old text messages, finger hovering over the send button of the text you’d typed out a hundred times before deleting it and tossing your phone, a new wave of tears pricking your eyes.

-

Unable to sleep, he’d tossed and turned in his bed so much that his body ached and one of the corners of his sheet had popped off the bed. With a heavy sigh, he rolled over and grabbed his D.D.D. off the nightstand. Squinting his eyes harshly when he unlocked the phone.

“3:41am” He groaned, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. He turned back over, facing the empty side of his bed. Sure, he didn’t often share it before you, but once you started sleeping together, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever slept before you came along. It just felt right. Your body molded against his, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

His hand trailed down the cold, empty sheets; the slight disruption releasing your smell. A hard lump formed in his throat as tears pooled behind his lash line. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, making his way to the door. If he had any hope of being able to fall asleep again, he’d need some help drowning his thoughts.

He quietly made his way to the kitchen, fully intending to turn up the bottle of Demonus Lucifer kept hidden in the dark recesses of the pantry. As soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen, he froze.

It had only been seven days, but it felt like a lifetime. Seven days without being in the same room as you for more than just a moment before you ran in any direction as long as it was away from him. Not that he could blame you. He wanted to run away from himself..

Which is exactly what he was determined to do with Demonus, had he not stumbled upon you sitting with your back to the fridge, crying into a half eaten container of chocolate frosting. 

Immediately alerted to the figure in the doorway, you jumped up, attempting to wipe at your face as you muttered an apology, but paled when you saw who it was that disturbed you. You slowly sat the container on the counter, keeping your eyes fixed on the man in the doorway.

What was left of his heart, shattered at the sight of you. Your eyes were puffy and red with dark bags underneath them. The same eyes that looked at him with such deep burning love, were now dull and lifeless as you stared at him. You were visibly broken, anyone could see that. He was the reason you looked like this; like an abandoned puppy, beaten and abused. He hated it. Hated himself.

He moved out of the doorway and into the kitchen, freeing up the only way out in case you wanted to run. Not that he blamed you. If he could run from himself right now, he would.

But, now you were in the same room together for the first time in a week and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity. Maybe if he just started talking you would listen, even just a tiny bit to what he had to say.

“MC, I-”

“Don’t.” Your voice trembled slightly as your eyes began to sting.

“Please, just hear me-”

“And what are you going to say, hm? That you’re sorry? Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?” You hissed with tears in your eyes. Mammon slightly recoiled from the tone of your voice, a tone he’d never heard from you. You hated being this way; angry and bitter, wanting him to hurt like you did. It was surely petty, but you didn’t care.

“MC, listen, I swear I didn’t do anythin’, okay? I was still goin’ strong from an all night drinkin’ binge, an-and she just showed up in the VIP lounge. I told her to fuck off but she didn’t listen. I was already pretty out of it when things started happenin’ and I thought it was you. I thought it was you the whole time! I-I didn’t know it was her till I heard you and Asmo and realized what happened! She took advantage of the situation, of me bein’ way too drunk..” He was talking so fast, trying to get out the words he’d been wanting to say to you. 

Narrowing your eyes, you stared at him suspiciously.

What if he really didn’t do it on purpose..? If all of that is true, it would explain why he looks so rough..

Having barely stayed in the same room as one another for several days and not wanting to look at him, wanting to remain strong and now cry in front of everyone, you hadn’t noticed but how awful he looked as well. He clearly hasn’t been sleeping well, judging by the giant bags under his eyes. Not to mention that he is also currently awake at 4am, looking just as much like shit as you did.

“Then why is it all over Devilgram that it’s been an ongoing fling?” You questioned, a few tears escaping.

“I would never do anythin’ like that, MC! She’s just jealous or somethin’, I don’t know what her issue is.. But, I-I love ya, more than anythin’ in the three realms. Even Goldie!”

You could feel yourself caving in with every word he said. It made sense, judging by how she’d randomly confronted you after school that day after whispering about you with her friends all day, it seemed like jealousy could be plausible. But what proof did you have? It was his word against what you saw with your own eyes. Not to mention everything on Devilgram.

“Funny, from where I was standing, it sure looked like I was the last thing on your mind.” You hissed, causing him to flinch; but he wasn’t backing down yet.

“Just let me prove it to ya, okay? I-I’ll do whatever I gotta do. Please, MC?” His deep, sapphire blue eyes bore deep into yours; the sorrow, the agony they held was immense. The crack in your armour deepened.

He could see that you were wavering, but that you were hesitant, scared to believe him; to trust him. He couldn’t blame you. If he were on the other side of all this, he wouldn’t believe his words either. He didn’t expect you to just hear him out then jump into his arms and ride away into the sunset. He knew better. He knew he’d have to prove it. He was more than willing to do whatever it would take for you to trust him again, to believe that he’d never hurt you intentionally.

He took a step toward you, careful and anxious, as if you would bolt if he moved too suddenly. He reached out for your hand slowly, reluctant at first but upon realizing how much you’d missed his touch as his warm, much larger hand enveloped yours, you caved so easily.

He squeezed your hand lightly, looking down at your entwined fingers, gently rubbing the side of your thumb. You felt something wet hit your hand a couple times, realizing quickly that they were tears, you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat that was quickly forming.

“Please? I’m miserable without ya..” He asked, voice cracking slightly.

Even after everything that’s happened the last week, you couldn’t stand to see him in such pain; miserable and broken. Just like you.

Sure, he was always stand-offish about his feelings and the like before you got together, but once it was all official, that was it; the walls came down. There had never been a single time that he lied to you or went behind your back with anything. He lasted exactly twelve minutes after buying your birthday present before he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled the beans. 

He’s always a goofball, sometimes has bad timing and isn’t always the best with words, but he’s never given you a reason not to trust him before; he’s never been anything but an amazing boyfriend that genuinely tries his hardest to make you happy.

“One.” You whispered, barely audible. His head snapped up, deep blue eyes scanning yours. You closed your eyes, taking a deep, yet shaky breath.

“One chance. That’s it.”

No sooner than the words left your lips, Mammon was pulling you flush to his chest in a bone crushing hug. Had you not been utterly craving his touch, to be held by him, you would’ve pushed him away. That’s what you told yourself anyway.

“I won’t make ya regret it, MC.” He earnestly swore, squeezing you gently.

For the sake of your heart, you hoped he was right.

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- part three coming soon -

[deluluass]

all yours; all mine

71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions. 

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love. 

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it. 

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on,  muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away. 

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well). 

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!" 

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers. 

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix. 

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't. 

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it. 

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world. 

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.  

It disgusted him. 

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it. 

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways. 

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over. 

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu. 

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy. 

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans  behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.  

"We broke up." 

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence. 

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted. 

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer. 

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult. 

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.) 

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box. 

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble. 

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed. 

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise. 

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it. 

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends. 

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back  tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling. 

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die. 

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted. 

Aya held your face with both hands as she  stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort." 

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed. 

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags. 

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed. 

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way. 

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.  

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.   

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?" 

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes. 

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze. 

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was  fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of  anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting. 

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway. 

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.   

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium. 

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks. 

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers. 

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough. 

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation. 

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon. 

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it. 

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner. 

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved. 

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind. 

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate. 

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed. 

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.   

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned. 

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here. 

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived. 

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first. 

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled. 

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself. 

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips. 

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?" 

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers. 

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've. 

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you.  Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house. 

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs. 

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against  your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit. 

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck. 

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead. 

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples. 

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all. 

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him. 

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again. 

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head. 

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned.  "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you. 

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits. 

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."

[stripper-patrick]

Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

[mooncxmm]

Todo's Petal

You rest your back against the roughed up bark of the old Sakura tree and let a relaxed sigh. You tilt your head back and squint up at the swaying flowers.

It feels like you're in your own little peaceful beautiful world, until footsteps snap you back into reality. 

Looking at who was walking up to you, you see it's the love of your life, Shoto Todoroki.

The half n' half male approaches and stops in his tracks as he's right in front of you.  “Petal… You actually came. I’m glad.” He spoke in his monotone voice.

“Of course I came, Sho. I wanted to see what you wanted to talk about,” you said softly.  You watch your boyfriend sit down next to you and look up at the pink flowers.

"Petal I just want to apologize for not spending as much time with you anymore. Nakamura-Chan is really all on me and has me on a leash," your beloved explained. 

"Nakamura-Chan this, Nakamura-Chan that… you know, I'm really sick and tired of hearing that bitch's name," you mumble under your breath. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Shoto said, looking at the ground covered in cherry blossoms. “I don’t want this to happen either. You know I'm against it, too.”

“You know I’m against it, too,” you mocked. ”If you were so against it, we wouldn’t be here in the first place."

Todoroki just looked at you in shock. He knew how you could get when you were upset but damn. 

"You know if I see that bitch being all lovey dovey with you again, I'm going ape shit on her ass," You bluntly put that out there. 

Todoroki's eyes widened. As he knew you showed your emotion with your eyes, he knew you were dead serious. 

“I know you’re upset, but please don’t do that,” he said. You could tell he was shaken after what you said.

"No promises boo," you say nonchalantly. Your blood was boiling. All the times you had to watch Nakamura be all up on your man, touching him and shit, it was living hell for you.

"Baby look at me," Shoto said softly. He reaches for your cheek, but you slap his hand away, making him frown.

"I don't want your Nakamura germs," you say straightforwardly. 

"Baby, please don't be like that," Todoroki pouts.

"Baby, please don't be like that," you mocked. 

"Petal," Todoroki said firmly. 

"Don't 'Petal' me," you said. 

"It was all a lie when you said you loved me, wasn't it!" You shout in frustration. You slowly feel yourself lose your composure, your anger slowly increasing.

Todoroki's eyes widened. Did he just hear you right? He knew you didn't like the situation you were in at all but he didn't think you were doubting your guys' relationship. Did he do something wrong? Was it all his fault? Immediate guilt overfilled his soul and mind.

"Petal I-" Before he could even form a sentence you just shut him up real quick. 

"No, just stop! I'm sick of this! I can't take it anymore. I'm about to lose my shit!" You yell at him before bursting into tears. 

Todoroki's heart broke into pieces as he watched your tears stain your cute cheeks. He didn't mean to make you upset. None of this was supposed to happen. 

“Peta- Y/n...I’m sorry,” he said, you can hear his voice cracking, choking even. 

As you sob, Shoto leans towards you, grasping you with his arms, holding you tight. He just allowed you to punch his chest as you cried and shouted out threats towards Nakamura who wasn't even there. 

"It's not fair! Not fair! Not fair! Why don't you just tell her that we're in a relationship already?! Please! Just end it with her!  Who cares about your fucking father?!" You cried. You were just so tired of this whole situation. 

Todoroki just held you and took it all in. He started to apologize over and over to you. He was so sorry that he had put you through this. He felt so shitty for doing this to your guys' relationship. 

“If you hate him so much, why can’t you just tell him no? The one time you really need to?” You said through tears. “Why is this happening? Why is this the thing you can’t bring yourself to do?”

“I'm scared for both of our safeties,” he blurted. “I kept this up with Nakamura for as long as I did for us.” He looked a bit ashamed.

"What the fuck do you mean you're scared for both of our safeties? What do you mean by you did this for us?" You asked. 

“I didn’t know, or even expect, that Nakamura would…” he trailed, “I didn’t expect that Nakamura would threaten to hurt you.”

You freeze. That bitch really threatened both you and your boyfriend. Ah hell no. She's definitely getting a beat down now.

In the midst of all of your confusion, Shoto's phone had a bing, and you could’ve guessed who it was.

*Nakamura<3 sent a message:*

‘hey! I noticed you were looking a bit down recently and I wanted to treat you!! meet me at that restaurant near your house, we can get some cold soba, i know you love that stuff!!! <33’

Confusion is gone, regret is in. You didn’t know what to do after your fit. His reason wasn’t something that you were really expecting.

“Shoto I…” you trail. ”I’m so sorry.” The embarrassment you felt was immeasurable and the regret was overwhelming.

“It’s okay Petal, I know this is something I should’ve said sooner so we could put an end to this but…the thought of Nakamura going through with it,” he exhaled. You could hear his shaky breath. “It frightened me beyond belief. And if she really did do it, I don’t know what I would have done with myself.”

You frown as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Sho it's okay… she can't hurt me. You know I'm a big girl. I can handle myself," you reassure him. "I'm a crazy bitch, I know how to handle myself," you joke.

Shoto chuckled and he nodded his head. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and he plants gentle kisses on the skin of your neck. 

You started to giggle a bit, since your neck is ticklish. "Sho! Stop it!"

Shoto chuckled once again and he moved and kissed another spot on your neck and gently nibbled down on your skin. 

A faint moan escapes from your lips. "Baby…" you whisper. 

Shoto let out a curious 'hm' as he was making love to your neck. He was really into it as well.

"I swear if you leave a hickey on me…" you mumble. 

Shoto growls at you playfully. He pulls away from your neck and asks,"What if I did?" 

You pout your lips and you poke his cheek harshly. "Sho sho!" 

"Okay that's enough. Let's go to the restaurant and meet up with Miss Nakamura," you say as you push away Shoto and crack your knuckles. 

Shoto pouts as you push him away from your neck, his sweat drops when he hears you cracking your knuckles. Shit was about to go down. 

The way to the restaurant wasn’t too far from the park you had been at, and the excitement of beating down Nakamura was getting to you; making you speed up your pace, basically dragging Shoto.

“Finally! The moment I’ve been waiting for is coming!” You said in a mix of giddiness and aggression, looking like a mad man speed walking to your destination.

“Slow down a little, Petal,” Shoto chuckled, you could tell he was stumbling over his feet a little from the pace of speed.

You could just see the restaurant in the distance. Oh gurl you were r e a d y to beat her ass. You were holding Shoto's hand, dragging him to the restaurant but in your other hand, you had a fist. Your knuckles were white from how tight your fist was. 

Once the restaurant was in your view, you licked your lips as you saw a certain person standing outside of it. You let go of Shoto's hand and sprinted towards them. 

"What the fuck?! You crazy bitch!" 

-

The sun was setting, and the wind was blowing gently. The sky was the most beautiful thing you had seen, a mix of orange, red, yellow, blue, and even the clouds looked a beautiful shade of pink. Undoubtedly, today was probably one of the best you’ve had in a while, and nothing could ruin it.

“Thank you for taking me out Sho,”You said, a giant smile plastered on your face.”I know I’ve been a little rash, everything just hasn’t been the best lately.”

“It’s okay, Petal, I get it,” Shoto said, he had a gentle smile on. Your heart has never felt this warm and you know it’s because of him. How could you have been so lucky to find someone who understood you so well? Someone who basically knew you inside and out?

While walking, you could see his black roofed house. Even though this was one of the most beautiful sceneries you could possibly witness, all you wanted to do was get to his place, plop down, and rest your footsies.

Like the gentleman you knew Sho was, he pulled the slide doors open for you, obviously to let you in first. And to your surprise when you had taken your first step, you saw Enji. And he wasn’t alone.

He had a petite brunette girl with golden yellow eyes, and you had no idea who she was.

After you had technically stepped into the house, Sho was a couple of seconds after, making a joke on the way in. Once he turned around from closing the door, you could see he was just as startled as you were. 

"Father, who is this girl?" Shoto asked as he took off his shoes. He places his shoes next to yours. 

"Hikari Nakamura met my son, Shoto Todoroki, your new boyfriend," Enji said bluntly. 

Both Shoto and you froze, in shock. 

This hurt you so badly. You knew and respected that Shoto wanted to keep your guys relationship a secret but this was bad. 

[katie-writes24]

Somebody Else

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Warnings: Language, cheating, drinking, that bastard Hamilton, also that bastard Jefferson, angst, and a whole bunch of sad

As I patiently struggle through school, I will leave you with some EMOTION! I haven’t ever really wrote such a fic with no happy ending (spoiler!but not really) and I think it really brought out the worst in me....OH WELL, enjoy! I promise to give you a happy ham fic next time! Oh and low key was listening to Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin before writing this, but it’s not exactly how the song is. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Alex knew she wasn't a party girl, he knew she would much rather stay at home and binge watch a show, or even go out and eat at diners and grab milkshakes at the early hours of the morning. But not party.

Y/N knew how important this party was for him, she knew that even if it was a stupid frat party, his friends invited him and after such a long day of bickering back and forth with Jefferson, he needed a break. She knew he wanted to go to the party and hang around people that would make him forget about it.

Alex said if he was taking a break, so was she.

It was at a frat house about four blocks away, so they walked, enjoying the nice breeze of October and holding hands. Alex smiled at her, thanking whatever god helped him convince her to go with him tonight.

It was like something in a movie, people scattered both in and outside the house, beer cans everywhere. There was loud speakers inside blaring music, and couples making out in corners. People were playing beer pong in the small loft by the kitchen, and the living room was full of wasted brains grinding on everything.

"Hamilton, you son of a bitch, get over 'ere," Alex turned to find a tipsy John lean against his shoulder with a beer in his hand.

"How much have you already had to drink tonight, John?" Alex held his elbow to steady him.

"Enough for more," John looked over and saw Y/N. "Damn girl, you lookin good!"

She blushed and rolled her eyes, gripping onto her jacket self consciously. "Thanks, Laurens, not too shabby yourself,"

John gave her a dopey smile, "Now, my lady, if you would let me borrow your boyfriend. There's lots of catching up to do if he's ever gonna catch up to my level," He started humping Alex's leg, and Y/N laughed as Alex pushed him off him.

"Go for it, I'm gonna grab my own drink," Y/N gave Alex a quick peck and headed over to the kitchen. If she was gonna be here for some hours, she might as well get herself tipsy.

After pushing her way through obnoxious students, she made it to the island that held every possible drink available. She recognized a familiar face standing by the cooler.

"Well, thank god you're here," She smirked and squeezed his shoulder, making the man turn around and smile big.

"Sup, Y/N, I didn't think you'd come," Hercules gave her a hug and offered her a beer, which she gladly accepted.

"I didn't think so either, but Alex had a rough week, he needed a night out," She shrugged and chugged some of her drink.

"But a frat party? How about a club, at least they have decent places to sit at," Herc eyed two girls that were grinding on one guy on the sofa in the next room over. Y/N choked on her drink as she laughed.

After talking for a few more minutes, they walked back into the living room and found John and Alex surrounded by a bunch of other undergrads, John telling a drastic story about something that required lots of hand movements.

"Hercules, please save us from this story!" Anjelica looked at him with wide eyes, looking back at John who was standing too close to her. Y/N snickered, but she agreed, the man looked like he was about to throw up any second.

"Ahh, mon amie, you're here," Lafayette got up from the couch and gave her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "How are you, cherie? It's been too long."

"I know, it's been pretty busy, but I missed you Laf," Y/N looked up and saw him give her a knowing look. She probably should've visited him a lot sooner.

Alex pulled her over to him and wrapped his arm around her waist, and she got a whiff of just how much he already had to drink. Aaron was standing next to them and rolling his eyes at whatever story John was speaking about.

They stayed like that for another hour, just talking and laughing. Then Alex and Aaron wanted to go rile up James about his friend being the usual prick in class, leaving Y/N standing there lonely with her drink in hand.

"C'mon, kid,” Anjelica threw her arm around her shoulders and lead her to the kitchen. "Let's play some beer pong."

She always knew how to get things off her mind, Anjelica had that perfect mix: fierce and caring.

They played girls against boys, Hercules and his roommate on the other end. John came over and started cheering for both teams, his drunken slurs making them all laugh. He soon left, running after Laf.

Y/N was actually starting to enjoy herself, she was laughing with friends, drinking her worries away, and forgetting her nerves of coming here.

The party didn't stop getting crowded though, somehow more people came in and rooms were becoming too full.

Y/N was trying to make her way into the loft when she ran straight first into a chest, her drink spilling over her jacket.

"Shit, I am so sorry, darling," The southern drawl came from no other than Thomas Jefferson. She had nothing against the guy, didn't even know him except seeing him across campus and hearing the, most likely over-exaggerated, stories from Alexander.

"Don't sweat it," Y/N grimaced as she took off her jacket and shook off the remaining droplets of beer.

"Can I get you another drink?" He was being polite, and his cheeks were blushing from embarrassment. She couldn’t hold it against him.

"You can get me some paper towels and a water," She tucked her jacket under her arm and followed him into the kitchen.

"You're Hamilton's girlfriend right?" Thomas has a look in his eye, something that told her that he was trying to play something.

"I am," She patted down the stain that faded into her clothing, looking up to find him looking at her with endearment. "What, is this your payback at whatever shit you two are arguing about?"

Thomas chuckled, "No, I really didn't mean to. I was just thinking what a lucky guy he is."

Y/N rolled her eyes, she was not going to get into this. But she was raised to be polite, and the man didn't do any harm, she's had worse spilt on her. "Well, thank you, Thomas,"

"Ah, so he talks about me. Well, I should be flattered," He smirked as he leaned against the counter. It made her laugh at the stance. "So, you know my name, do I get the honor of knowing yours?"

"I'm Y/N," She shook his hand and startled as he kissed her knuckles.

"I hope to see you around, don't let Hamilton talk your ear off too much," He hesitated before walking away. "And sorry again about the drink."

Y/N waved and flung out her jacket once more, sipping on the water he got her. She felt more clear headed, but she started getting too hot in the room. She looked at her phone and saw that they've already been there for four hours. Y/N rubbed her head and moved into the living room again. She hadn't seen Alex in a while, and maybe she could convince him to go back home.

Her eyes scanned the crowded room, but between the flashing lights and bodies dancing around, it was hard to find him.

She saw Eliza grinding up against some guy in the corner, but luckily they made eye contact, and she threw a quick wave at her. Y/N waved back and mouthed have you seen Alex?

Eliza furrowed her brows and shook her head, smiling in apology.

Y/N frowned and looked away, not particularly wanting to see her friend dance so seductively.

She eventually spotted him in the corner of the room, at least she thought it was him, she could only see a red shirt that he came here in.

"Y/N, come check thi' outs," John was still slurring and making his way behind her, trying to get her attention. But she was too focused on finally seeing her boyfriends face.

He was standing awfully too close to a girl, one with dark curls and bright red lipstick that matched her dress. Alex had an arm on the wall next to her head and was smirking down at her, whatever she was saying made him smile dirty.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and watched the scene before her, trying to hope that it wasn't leading to what she feared. John was still tugging her arm, but when she pulled away with force, his smile had wiped off and he followed her eyes.

John looked over his shoulder and quickly found Lafayette. "Laf, c'mere,"

Alex grabbed at her hips, saying something that made her throw her head back in a laugh. She looked at him and shook her head. Y/N felt her eyes water as she ran her nails through his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail and Alex's locks fall down to his shoulder.

"Y/N, come, cherie," Laf was the one pulling her arm now, he was more gentle, but Y/N still fought against it. She was gonna stay and watch it. She was gonna watch her boyfriend cheat on her.

The girl was whispering something in his ear and it made Alex bite his lip.

"Y/N, please, he's not worth it," Laf held a hand against her hip.

Alex was leaning in, even from across the room she could tell his eyes were dark.

"Y/N,"

She tugged his arm off him one last time.

Tears ran down her face as their lips finally connected.

She felt sick, Y/N felt her jacket drop from her hands, and she couldn't help let out a sob. People were calling out her name, it sounded like sympathy.

She let the arms around her finally pull her out. She didn't see where she was going, but she eventually made it outside.

She broke down, cried and wrapped her arms around the body closest to her.

"Shhh, I know, mon amour, shhh," It was Laf, thank god. He always knew how to comfort her. And he held her tight, rubbing her back and leaning his head against hers.

"Why...why would he-" Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, letting her tears run down onto Laf's shirt.

"I don't know, Y/N," Laf whispered, and she heard more footsteps come from behind them.

"Fucking bastard," It sounded like Hercules, but she couldn't be sure, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"Did you find Anjelica?" Laf asked Hercules, leading the girl he was holding off the front porch.

"Yeah, she looked furious. Probably gonna kick his ass, she said don't wait up," There was some shuffling and then Herc was walking away. "I'll get the car."

"Y/N, look at me, regarde moi, ma cherie," Y/N didn't want to, she wanted to just drown herself in his chest and hold onto him until her arms gave out. But as he gently tugged on her chin, her bloodshot eyes looked up into his.

"Don't stress yourself over this, please," Laf looked like he was about to cry himself. "You deserve so much better than that boy, Alex is ècume complète!"

Y/N didn't want to come to reality, but she didn't have any other choice. The man who she spent the last three years with, who told all of her deepest fears and secrets to. The man who made her laugh and forget about everything else. The man who helped her study and danced in the kitchen at two am, who talked her ear off. The man who promised to keep her safe, and to love her. The man she loved.

He just threw it all away.

Lafayette pulled her to the car, and while she was stepping in the front seat she heard her name be called. She turned and found John tripping over to the car. Y/N rolled her eyes, she didn't really want to deal with Alex's best friend right now.

"Y/N, I'm...I'm so sorry-" John was acting pretty sober, considering how much he had to drink that night.

At least someone could control their alcohol.

"Don't, John... don’t. You have nothing to be sorry about," Y/N wipes her eyes and looked at him one last time. "You weren't the one that kissed her."

She shut the door and left John sad and helpless.

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One Night Stand  Sad Eyes x Black/Hispanic  Plus Size Reader!!

warnings: Smut 18+, choking, Angst. 

Please let me know what y’all think, I want to thank @multiyfandomgirl40​ and @lady-pswrld​ for their help, it means a lot. 

P.S. All my Ocs will be Black/Hispanic Plus Size, Because Plus Size Woman deserve love too!!. Here we go!!

There's some grammar mistakes, Beware!!!!

GIF Creator: @merakiaes​

 Ashanti was sitting on the toilet, staring at the pregnancy test she took just 5 minutes ago, she was glad her parents Dwayne and Stacy and her little brother  Jamal, weren’t home because if they were, they wouldn't have liked  the results that the pregnancy test showed. Standing up and putting the test on the piece of toilet paper she ripped from the toilet paper earlier, she washed her hands, grabbing the test and heading to her room. Closing her bedroom door, Ashanti places the test in her safety deposit box, before laying on the bed, as Ashanti turns over, cuddling with her pillow, wiping her tears away, she starts to think about that one night. 

Ashanti was on her bed watching The Vampire Diaries, as a celebration for herself, she recently graduated college with her Bachelors Degree in Software Engineering, a month ago and two days ago she got hired to work for Google at home, and since it was peaceful at home, she decided to order pizza and binge watch the diaries, but was interrupted by a call from her best friend of 15 years, Monica Guzman. 

“Hello.” Ashanti says, after chewing the piece of pizza that was in her both.“Whats up Bitchh” Mariana  yells over the phone. “Nothing just chilling.” Ashanti pausing her show. “Well chilling time is over cause we are about to go to Oscars party.” Mariana picking her outfit, after looking thru her closet she decides on a pair of Levis 501 pants with a white crop top with  one of her boyfriend, Jokers Black and white flannels with air force ones and a gold chain, that Joker brought her for their 5 year anniversary. “Mari, really I don't like partying.” Ashanti silently  groans, moving from a lying position to a sitting up position. “SIS we just graduated college and we were both hired from  our dream jobs, if that isn't something to party about then i don't know what is.” Mariana  fixing her hair after getting dressed. “Mari I don't know.” Ashanti looking at her nails. “Sad Eyes is going to be there.” Monica convinces Ashanti. “So??, hie is dating Andrea Ramos' ' Ashanti mocking Andreas' voice. “ Not anymore, I don't think, Just pleasee comeee pretty please. '' Mariana begs. “Fineee.” Ashanti gives in. “Great, so Joker is picking me and my brother up first, so ill say about 30 minutes we should be at your place and also, wear something sexy!!” Mariana putting her on speaker. “I don't have anything Sexy!” Ashanti getting up from her bed and walking towards her closet. “Yes you do, you have the 2 piece yellow set, the one with a crop top and matching short skirt and wear you're black vans.” Mariana  instructs Asthanti. “Okay, I found It” Ashanti finds the 2 piece outfit under the chest box in her closet in the Ross shopping bag she hid from her dad. “Alright see you in 30.” Mariana  says. “Bye.” Ashanti replies , before ending the call. Picking up the box from her bed and heading to the kitchen, placing it in the fridge and closing the fridge door, she heads to the front door and the back door making sure they are both locked before heading back to her room and grabbing her black towel and running to the bathroom, locking the bathroom door once As Ashanti got inside, turning on the shower, she hangs up the towel while the shower gets hot before stepping inside shower, washing her body and wetting her hair since she washed it yesterday, she starts to rinse her off when she quickly remembers she needs to shave her legs, grabbing her men razor and her shaving cream she quickly but carefully starts to shave her legs, after spending 15 minutes in the shower, Ashanti turns off the shower, grabbing her towel drying off her body before exiting the shower, stepping on the mat and the towel they use on the floor. Reaching  the sink, She grabs her hair products from the sink cabinets that's located under the sink, and putting them next to the sink before getting up and opening and grabbing some gel spreading to her hair evenly, before checking the final result in the mirror, noticing she missed a few stands, Ashanti grabs a smaller amount than before playing the gel on those strands she miss before smiling at the end result, washing her hands, and putting her hair products away.

 Unlocking the door and jogs to her room, Ashanti quickly hangs up her towel, before walking to her outfit that was laying on her nightstand, grabbing her yellow lacy set, she brought from Torrid she quickly puts it on, then her skirt, crop top and finally her socks before putting her shoes on, Grabbing her lanyard which contain her house key and car key and her new Employee Id for Google, before shutting her tv off and fixing her queen size bed with black comforter set covering it. Taking a small glance around the room making sure everything was shut off and checking the bathroom, she heads outside opening and closing the door before locking it with her key. The minute she turned around Joker's car was already on the sidewalk waiting for her. “Hurryy upp” Mariana  yells, making Ashanti jog towards his car, getting inside once Sad Eyes steps out to let her in. “Thank you Joker for picking me up.” Ashanti yells. ‘You know I got you, you're family.” Joker says. Turning her attention to Sad Eyes, aka Angel Guzman, Mariana’s brother, she thinks about all the times he used to drive her and Mariana to the liquor store to get snacks for their sleepover, and how she would buy him a coke as a thank you, how he would smile at her making her blush like a schoolgirl, Mariana finally found out her best friend has a crush on her brother when Ashanti told her on a dare, of course like every girl who has a brother thinks EWW!! But later Mariana was glad it was her best friend, somebody who knows how to treat someone unlike Andrea Ramos. Ashanti didn't realize they were there until Sad Eyes tapped on her shoulder. “Are you coming Ash or are you going to sit in this car and stare off in the distance?” Sad Eyes chuckles. Seeing Sad Eyes giving both of his hands to help her out of the car made her start to feel like a schoolgirl over again. “They're here!! Freeridge newest College graduates Ashanti Turner and Mariana Guzman!!”Oscar Diaz, aka Spooky shouts out with a beer in the air in his left hand, once they made their appearance on Oscar's lawn. “Congratulations!! Proud of you!!” Oscar kissing both their foreheads before heading back to his Reina of 4 years Letty Mendez. “Gracias.” Both girls shout so he can hear them. Walking behind Joker and Mariana while Sad Eyes is walking beside her, she felt out of place, since some of Andrea's friends here giving her a glare once they saw her walking next to Sad Eyes. Sad Eyes must have felt her discomfort, grabbing her hand and bringing to his lips and giving it a kiss before saying “It will be okay, enjoy the party it's for you anyway, you and Mariana!!”. 2 hours have passed since arriving to the party  and after dancing with Mariana, shaking her ass, letting loose.

Ashanti decides to take a break for herself and grabs a Modelo and heads to the porch in front of Oscars front door, taking a seat and sipping here and there, Ashanti thinks back to the past how far she's overcome, but is interrupted by a voice. “Can I join you?” a voice asks, making Ashanti turning her head and looking up. “Oh sure, if you want?” Ashanti asks, regretting what she just said instantly hitting her forehead with the palm of her left hand. “You're cute” Sad Eyes chuckles, looking at how embarrassed she might have felt right now. “Me??’ Ashanti pointed to herself after looking around to make sure it was her he was talking about. “Yes you” Sad Eyes takes a sip of his beer. “You shouldn't be saying that stuff when you're with someone else .” Ashanti looks at Sad Eyes. “It's complicated.” Sad Eyes looking down at his shoes. “What do you mean complicated?” Ashanti uses air quotes for the word Complicated. “I feel like she's using me, to  buy her clothes and shoes or whatever she wants , and also to show off to other girls that she's with me, that I'm taken.” Sad Eyes looking up at Ashanti. “I'm sorry. “ Ashanti put a piece of strand of her curly hair in front of her face. “Don't be. It's not your fault.” Sad Eyes putting that strand of hair in front of her curly hair behind her ear “Don't hide your beautiful face Mamas.” Making Ashanti giggle. “Can I kiss you Ashanti Marie Turner?” Sad Eyes putting his hand under her chin making her look at him. “I don't think t-that's -” Ashanti stutters. “Please just this once.” Sad Eyes looks at her. Ashanti nods. Getting her confirmation, Sad Eyes craved more the minute his lips landed on hers, taking matters into his own hands he slowly leaned in again for a full blow kiss, after receiving a reaction from her he smirked slightly as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer, Ashanti wraps her arms around his neck,  unhooking one arm from his neck, she places her hand on his right cheek, then her other hand on his left cheek, bringing him so much closer now, as both of these two were to focusing on fighting Dominance in this makeout session on the front porch, that they didn't hear Joker and Mariana coming towards them. “Are you guys  ready to go home??” Joker asks, while waving his arm that wasn't around Mariana's neck, making Sad Eyes and Ashanti pull away from each other quickly. “Did we interrupt Something?” Mariana smirked, as she can tell they were kissing by the way their lips were looking. “No,No” Both Ashanti and Sad Eyes say, shaking their heads. Monica nods her head, knowing they are lying. “You guys ready??” Joker asks one more time. “Yes” Ashanti and Sad Eyes both reply. Getting up from the porch and walking behind Joker and Mariana, Both Sad Eyes and Ashanti can feel the sexual tension rising as both of them walk beside each other. Getting in and sitting behind Sad Eyes Ashanti blushes at their little make out session. Parking next to the sidewalk in front of her house, Ashanti stepped out of Jokers car after giving Mariana her kisses on her cheek before patting Joker on the bed and stepping out once Sad Eyes got up and opened his door and stepping out, once she was finally out of the car, she looks at Sad Eyes and says as Mariana and Joker look at her, “Sad Eyes do you want to come in, my parents are gone and Jamal's at Ruby's for the night. “ fidgeting with her fingers, once she hears a car door open she looks up, seeing Sad Eyes standing in front of her and says” Yes!!” Sad Eyes chuckles, making Ashanti laugh, walking along the sidewalk towards her front door, they hear Joker scream “Use protection.” Making Mariana hit  him on his shoulder before pulling away and driving down the road, Reaching her door, Ashanti walks in front of Sad Eyes, enters her home, and turns around and watches Sad Eyes close the door and locks it before leading him to her bedroom, to watch a movie on Netflix.

Picking The Lodge as the movie they would watch , after she changes to her pink pajamas set, with a soft comfy tank top and a soft and comfy pair of shorts, Ashanti pulls back her covers and slips in and wait for Sad Eyes whos in the bathroom, to start the movie. Hearing the bathroom door open Ashanti pulls back the covers over her so she is mostly covered, and watches as Sad Eyes enters her room and closes and locks her bedroom door, before slipping in her bed next to her. “What are we watching?” Sad Eyes asks , looking at her tv with one of his arms behind his head, and the other one laying across her stomach. “It's called the Lodge, about a woman who babysits her boyfriend's kids while he has to go on a business trip I think.” Ashanti squinting one eye, trying to remember what it said for the movie description. Sad Eyes nods his head, taking in what Ashanti just said, before pressing play. Half an hour in the movie, Ashanti was laying down, with the covers covering her face, just to be prepared for the jump scares. Ashanti jumps as the scary scene pops up on scene, making her yelp and Sad Eyes chuckling, touching Ashanti thigh rubbing back and forth as sign that she's okay, feeling his hand move back and forth on her thigh, Ashanti starts to felt tingling down in her pussy , Ashanti was a virgin, but tonight she wouldn't be anymore. As Sad Eyes turned his attention away from the movie, looking at Ashanti as she was looking back at him, they both could feel the sexual tension, but before anything happened Sad Eyes said “One night, that's all i can offer you Ashanti.” Ashanti nods understanding this is a one-time thing. Sad Eyes turned to the body, laying on his side facing her, looking at her, putting his hand under Ashanti's chin, making her look up at him, leaning in Sad Eyes kisses her lips softly, Ashanti puts her hands behind his neck, Rubbing the back of his head up and down. Sad Eyes, moves from her lips to her neck, kissing it roughly, before sucking it, creating a hickey. Ashanti moans, tilting her head back at the movement, giving him more access's, which he granted. Removing her hands from his neck, moving them down his shirt until she reached the bottom of it, she pulls it up, signaling him to take it off, Sad Eyes stops sucking her neck, getting up from her, sitting up on his knees pulling the shirt over his head, throwing it across her room once it was fully off, before going back down sucking on her neck, kissing up from her neck down to her pussy, stopping it, once he reaches her skirt.Pulling her crop top up and exposing her yellow lacey bra, pulling the bra down freeing her breasts out, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples, pulling them as Sad Eyes places kisses from her neck to below her belly button before stopping in front of her skirt, making her tilt her head back, lifting her stomach. Looking up at Ashanti, Sad Eyes asks for permission to remove her shorts, threw his eyes putting his hands on her waist, once Ashanti gave him a nod as a yes, he wastes no time then pulling each side of the shorts down, until they reach her ankles, yanking them off of her, he throws it across the room. Looking back at Ashanti, Sad Eyes Pulls her legs apart from each other, before kissing her from ankles on both legs  to the inside of her thighs on both legs.pulling her underwear to the side, Sad Eyes looks at her one more time, sending her his sexiest smirk, before sticking his long tongue inside her pussy, diving in, putting his arms underneath, her thighs earning a squeal from Ashanti, pulling her closer to him, giving his tongue more access to her black/ pink pussy. Ashanti felt wave of pleasure hitting her, once Sad Eyes stuck his tongue inside of her. ”F-Fuck Angel” Ashanti moans, traveling her hands to her breast before squeezing them, playing with her nipples with her middle finger.”You like that mamas” Sad Eyes words sending a vibration through her body. ”Fuckkk you taste so good, You taste like strawberries my favorite.” He says, adding a finger while he licks her pussy. “A-Angel I’m about to cum!!” Ashanti moans, lifting her stomach up. ”Yeah, you gonna cum for papi, Fuck the more I taste you the harder I get” Sad Eyes feeling his boner growing each lick he licks.“Yeah??!! I want to feel you in my mouth!!, I want to taste you papi” Ashanti tilting her head back. "You will mamas, But first you gotta cum for papi, can you cum for papi??!!” Sad Eyes sticking his long thick fingers in her pussy moving in and out at a rapid pace. `Yes, Yes I can” Ashanti feeling her release coming. Ashanti's body starts to shake, as Sad Eyes sticks his tongue on her, slurping all of her juices in his mouth. Ashanti tries to calm down her breathing after feeling her first release, Sad Eyes looks over at her laughing a little bit. “How do you feel??” Sad Eyes, asks standing up, moving to her side of the bed. “Amazing but it’s your turn now” Ashanti gets on her knees, crawling towards Sad Eyes on the bed, reaching him Ashanti wraps her small , yellow manicured nails around his long thick cock, before looking up at him through her eyes lashes.``Your soo big” Ashanti looks down at his cock, moving her hand up and down, making Sad Eyes groan. “Stop teasing Ash, put it in your mouth baby, stop being a tease, show papi how deep you can swallow my cock!!” Sad Eyes looks down at her. Without a warning, Ashanti places his cock in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat moving her head up and down slowly at first before speeding up. Sad Eyes brings a hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful before moving her head faster and faster. “F-Fuck look at the good girl, how she can suck a cock just like a porn star!! I bet you mom and dad don’t know how much of a freak their daughter is huh??” Sad Eyes leaning his head back.Ashanti moans, sending vibrations to Sad Eyes body, looking down at her, he can see tears coming out of her eyes, making him almost releasing. F-Fuck baby, Your gonna make me release in your mouth.” “Do it” Ashanti mumbles, pulling Sad Eyes closer to her, grabbing the back of his thighs, pushing them forward towards her. “No, I want to feel how much of a freak you can be!” Sad Eyes, pulling his cock out of her mouth, Ashanti felt some spit drip down from her mouth to the floor. Sad Eyes picks her up, throwing her on her stomach, Ashanti already knows this position she saw it so many times on Pornhub, arching her body, waiting for him. Sad Eyes taking in the view, slowly hands his hands down from  her back to her ass, Smacking each ass cheeks until each ass cheeks is turning red before leaning forward, his top carefully lays on top of her off, whispering in her ear. “You are not allowed to cum until I do??!! Understand!! IF YOU DO, papi will destroy that tight little pussy of yours so rough, that you won’t be able to leave your bed for weeks.” Sad Eyes commands, kissing her cheek before grabbing her waist pulling her closer to him. Sad Eyes wasted no time and slammed into her, Ashanti moans the feeling of him going in and out making her throw her head back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pounding into her fast and rough, Sad Eyes groans, feeling her clench around his cock like a little pornstar would, ”F-Fuck Ashanti who knew the little good girl had some bomb ass pussy.” Sad Eyes chuckles. ”Yess papi!!” Ashanti biting her lip, trying to hide her moan. ”Don't be shy, Let those moans out baby, let you're neighbors know who's fucking you so good!!” Sad Eyes wrapping his other hand around her neck, choking a little bit. ”F-Fuck Angel, I'm about to cumm” Ashanti whimpers. ”Dammm you love to be choked too, dammn you're a freak for sure!!, HOLD THAT SHIT UNDERSTAND!!” Sad Eyes grunts, feeling his release approaching. ”I-I-I can't hold it any longer” Ashanti cries in pleasure. ”FUCKK HERE IT COMES BABY!!” Sad Eyes, growls, spilling all his cum inside of her, painting her walls white ” Cum for papi.”Hearing Sad Eyes, giving her permission, Ashanti waiting no time cumming so hard she and his cum mixed together inside of her and on his cock. Pulling out of Ashanti, Sad Eyes watches as Her body lay flat, while she was still gripping the sheets, chuckling at the sight, before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth from her bathroom and wetting two towels from the sink and wiping himself before heading back to Ashanti wiping her down with the we towel before placing her under the covers, closing her bedroom door he heads back to the bed, laying next to her, he watches her turn over and look at him. ”What??!!” Sad Eyes laughs. ”Thank you for being my first.” Ashanti says, caressing his cheek. ”Wait you're joking right.” Sad Eyes gasps. ”No I'm not.” Ashanti shaking her head. Sad Eyes gets up and checks the covers, not seeing any blood, he pushes the blankets back, seeing a big red spot on the mattress. ”Fuck, why didn't you tell me??!!, I wouldn't have been so rough on you.” Sad Eyes exclaims. ”I knew if I did you wouldn't have done it, besides I wanted it rough. ” Ashanti taking the blankets off the bed. ”But the way you suck my cock and the stuff you did, people who aren't virgins Don't really do what you did.” putting his hands on his waist. ”There's porn websites like Pornhub, redtube.” Ashanti placed the old blankets in the hamper in her room, grabbing new sheets from her closet. ”Fuck, I don't know what to say” Sad Eyes helping her make the bed. ”Don't say anything, Don't beat yourself up, I love the way you fucked me, even if it's one night.” Ashanti placed a kiss on his cheek stepping on her tiptoes. ”Is it bad that I want another round but this time in you're shower?” Sad Eyes looks down at her. ”No, Because I was thinking the same thing.” Ashanti giggling. ”Well in that case.” picking her up, opening her bedroom door, walking her to the shower closing the door behind them, after making her bed. After they finished around 2, they finished round 3 in the kitchen, Sad Eyes fucking her over the sink. As the night processed, neither one of them didn't realize the risk of not using the protection. 

*Next Morning* 

Ashanti woke up, to her front door being opened, and closing, hearing her parents, brother's voice, she starts to panic thinking that Sad Eyes was still here, turning over and seeing the side he slept on empty, she calmed down, but she knew it was just for one night but she still felt a little upset that he did leave, even though she agreed to it. 

*ending* 

Ashanti knew how much fun it would be , inviting him in her home, but what she didn't know was how much drama would enter her life by having one night of fun. 

Ashanti looks at her phone, staring at the number she just typed in, debating on calling the person, Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, opening her eyes. She clicks on the phone icon before putting the phone to her ear, waiting for the other person to answer, after the phone rang for a second time someone picks it up. ”Hello?” The person on the other side of the phone call asks. 

”Hey it's me, can we meet up and talk, it's really important ” Ashanti tried not to sound upset. . ”Yeah, I'll come over tomorrow at 2 is that okay.” the other voice answers. ” See you then.” Ashanti replies before hanging up the phone, placing her phone by her side, looking at her fingers, letting the tears fall down her beautiful brown face. 

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[ouiouipparker]

~You Said You loved me~ R.B

Ricky Imagine-

In Which: Y/n is dating E.J. Caswell. Y/n realizes romance is just a fantasy but little does she know someone she didn’t expect to love her, loved her too

This is taken off of my wattpad account (ouiouipparker) so go check it out for more imagines

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Warnings: Slightly depressing, but mainly just fluff from our fav lil bean Ricky

Happy Reading!

You were always the type of person who loved romance. Whether it was Romance novels or Romantic comedies you were a fan.

So when you got your first boyfriend, you always wanted to do cheesy romantic things.

Ricky always teased you about it. He said you were too much of a 'Romantic' whatever the heck that meant.

Ricky was your best friend. He had been since you were in kindergarten.

You'd had a crush on him for a long time. Before you met E.J. who was your current boyfriend, you'd always imagine what it would have been like if you had told Ricky your feelings sooner. Before he developed feelings for Nini.

Nini Salazar-Roberts.

She was your other best friend.

You didn't tell her your feelings for Ricky because you knew she also had a crush on him. You didn't think you stood a chance.

You were right.

They got together a few months after Nini told you about her feelings.

And you knew he was crazy about her.

So you did what you had to.

You moved on.

That's when E.J. came into your life.

You two had gone to theatre camp over the summer and you really got to know him.

You being the romantic you were, developed a crush on him.

Somehow he liked you too.

Call it a summer fling but you knew there was something more. You two shared something that you had only ever felt with Ricky.

It wasn't like the other mini crushes you occasionally had when you tried to get over Ricky.

You'd fallen for him.

And you fell hard.

Things escalated quickly and you started dating E.J before the summer ended.

When September rolled around, you were finally happy.

You met someone new, someone that wasn't Ricky and you had finally moved on from Ricky and all the drama from last year.

You were optimistic about this year. Junior year was going to be your year.

You finally got a lead in the fall musical, you had your first boyfriend, and everything was good between you and Ricky.

That's all you wanted.

You prayed it would stay that way. But with your luck, you knew it was a matter of time before something got screwed up.

That's how it always happened in the Romance novels you were obsessed with.

The first few months of school had passed and you suddenly found yourself in the lunchroom with your friends.

You had been involved in the theatre program since you were a Freshman. So you had gotten close with a lot of the reoccurring members. Ashlyn had become one of your close friends.

She was throwing a party tonight and she had invited the cast from the fall musical.

You were excited to go and have fun with your friends.

E.J, however, wasn't excited.

He knew Ricky would be there, and he didn't trust him with how close you were with Ricky.

You assured him that you were just friends but he was still skeptical.

So he tried to convince you not to go to the party.

"Come on Y/n. Can we just stay home and watch movies on your couch please." E.J begs

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry E.J we can't. Ashlyn asked me to go to the party. Plus E.J you know how much this party means to her."

He sighs kissing you on your forehead.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just want to stay in and cuddle." E.J sighs.

"It's okay. We can watch movies next week alright?"

"I'm fine with whatever, as long as it's with you."

"You're so cheesy." You tease going on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

"Says you. You're the one who's into all the romantic things." He smirks accepting your kiss.

'Okay but you love it."

"That is true."

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After school, you went over to E.J's house and started to help Ashlyn set up for the party when you got a call from Ricky.

"Hey Rick! You coming to the party tonight?" You ask enthusiastically.

"Yeah. I know if I say no you'll drag me over there anyway." He laughs.

You smile even though he couldn't see you smiling.

Ricky knew you were though. He knew you too well.

When he broke up with Nini, he realized he dated the wrong girl.

Sure Nini was great, but she wasn't you.

His feelings for Nini went away when he realized he wanted to be with you.

He loved you and only you.

So he broke up with Nini, hoping you felt the same.

But of course, you just had to date E.J.

He knew he had missed his shot.

And he messed up with you and Nini.

But you were happy with E.J.

He didn't want to be the person that messed up your happiness.

So he shoved his feelings away. Just like you had done when he started dating Nini.

He vowed one day, he would tell you how he felt.

Because he knew you were the only one for him.

After a minute or so, it got quite on Ricky's end of the phone call.

"Ricky? You still there?" You ask.

"Hm, yeah. Yeah, I'm here."

"Okay. Um is there a reason you called or something. I mean I want to talk and all but I'm helping Ashlyn set up so um."

"Oh yeah, should I bring anything to the party?"

Before you could protest, Ashlyn took your phone.

"Just bring yourself, whatever games you have and whatever you want to bring is okay. Except for Alcohol or anything illegal."

You laugh taking your phone back from her.

"So um I'll see you at 6?"

"Yeah. I'll be there. See you soon Y/n."

You smile and hang up the call to continue helping Ashlyn.

"Thanks so much for helping out Y/n."

"Of course Ash." You smile.

"There are just a few things I still have to do but I think Big Red should be here soon so he can help me. E.J is in his room so you can just go in there whenever. I just need to bring these towels upstairs."

You nudge her when she mentioned Big Red. You knew she had a crush on him and you and Ricky had been trying to set them up ever since you two found out they liked each other.

"Shut up Y/n." Ashlyn laughs nudging you back.

"Here let me take those for you. I'll put these upstairs." You smile as you take the towels and start to head upstairs.

As you walk upstairs you hear voices coming out of E.J's room.

"You haven't told her!" You hear shouting.

"Nini, please. Don't say anything. I promise I'll tell her soon just, please. Don't tell Y/n. Let me do it."

"No E.J. You said you would tell her. I can't keep lying to her. She's my best friend."

"I know. Just, please. Do this for me. She shouldn't find out from someone else."

"Tell me what?" You ask.

E.J and Nini jump.

"Hey, babe. Um, its nothing. Right, Nini?"

You see E.J nudge Nini in the side and you knew he was hiding something.

Nini groans walking out of the room hugging you as she did.

"Yeah, its nothing. I'll see you downstairs." She smiles as she exits.

"Is everything okay E.J?" You ask once Nini had left.

"Everything's fine." He smiled motioning you to come over.

You sigh realizing you were just overthinking everything and hopped onto his bed.

He brings you to his chest and you get into a comfortable position

"I love you." He mumbles.

"I love you too E.J."

And you really did.

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The party had been going well. You were having a lot of fun with your friends.

It had been an hour or so since you last saw E.J. You didn't want to be the clingy type but you wanted to be with him for at least some of the party.

You go upstairs to his room trying to find him and you knock on his door before entering anyway.

You freeze.

He was kissing some other girl you couldn't see.

Until they turned around and saw you in your heartbroken state.

E.J scrambles to get out of his bed.

And you saw Gina in his bed.

"Y/n, please. I'm sorry don't leave!" E.J says as he tries to go to you.

"You said you loved me E.J." You say softly.

"I'm sorry, please just hear me out."

"You lied to me!" You shout.

"Please Y/n-"

"How could you E.J." You choke out as tears drip down your cheeks.

You suddenly feel someone's presence behind you.

It was Ricky.

"What's going on?" He asks.

You shake your head running out of the door.

"Y/n please!"

But you were already out the door.

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Although you were a romantic, you knew that reality always came crashing when you least expect it to.

That's how all your love stories had ended.

That night, was the night yours had ended with E.J

You knew you couldn't trust him again, not after what he did.

And what's the point on continuing a relationship if you can't trust the other person.

So you did what you had to do.

You texted him one more time and ended it, blocking his phone number and all your social media accounts in the process.

You drove home and then you cried as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Maybe it was the music playing in the background, or what had just happened to you, but that night you realized fundamental things about love.

As you cried, you realized happily ever after was never real. It would never happen to you.

You realized you had set your expectations too high. Romance was never what it seemed. It wasn't real.

You hear footsteps, and you saw the shadow of your best friend at the corner of your eye.

"I guess you found out.." She says softly.

You were too hurt to say anything so it stays quiet for a few minutes.

"Was this what you were going to tell me today." You ask.

She nods.

You start crying and she held you as you cried

You went to bed that night crying shutting everyone out.

It had been a few days since you found out E.J cheated on you.

You hadn't left your room, Ricky and Nini being the only ones allowed inside your room.

Currently, Nini was there sitting on your bed as you binged an unhealthy amount of RomComs and ate ice cream out of the pint.

"Y/n I have to tell you something, but please don't be mad." Nini blurts out randomly.

"What is it Ni?" You ask.

"I found E.J kissing Gina in the theatre a few days ago and told him if he didn't tell you I would. I know I should have told you earlier I'm sorry but there was never a right time to tell you-"

You squeeze her hand which was your way of saying you weren't mad at her.

"I'm not mad at you Nini. I haven't been honest with you either."

"What haven't you told me Y/n?" She asks.

You sigh scared to admit it out loud.

"Before I dated E.J and before you dated Ricky, I liked Ricky. I liked him for a few years but I didn't do anything about it because I knew you liked him too and I didn't want to hurt you by telling you. But apart of me never fully got over him. E.J helped me get over him temporarily and now that this happened, I don't know how long it will be before those feelings for Ricky come back." You confess.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nini asks.

"Because Ni, you liked him. So much. And I knew if I told you, you would give up your chance with Ricky for me even though I never stood a chance and I would have been the reason why you got hurt. I never want that for you. So I hid my feelings."

Nini groans out in frustration before smacking your head lightly.

"Ow! Nini, what was that for?" You ask.

"Y/n, you know I love you but I swear, you're so stupid sometimes." Nini laughs.

"Hey!" You pouted.

"Did I ever say why Ricky broke up with me?" She asks softly.

"Because he couldn't say I love you." You respond.

She nods.

"Yes, because he didn't love me, he loved you."

"Wait, that can't be true. He never loved me, it was always you-"

"He loved you y/n. I think he still does. That's why he could never say it to me."

"That's impossible."

"Okay fine. The next time Ricky comes over, I want you to ask him if he ever loved you. If he says yes and I know he will you owe me $20." Nini says.

"Fine, deal In fact I'll call him right now to come over just to watch you lose."

"Okay. Watch him say 'of course, anything for you Y/n'."

You stick your tongue out at her childishly.

You pick up your phone to call Ricky.

You hover over his contact and he picks up after the second ring.

"Hi, Ricky. Um, can you come over, please? I need you."

That was true. You needed him.

"Yeah, of course, I'm on my way, is everything alright?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm sorry I know this is last minute, I just really need you, Rick."

"Of course Y/n. Anything for you."

Nini smirks as you stick your tongue out at her.

"I'll be there in 10." He says

"Okay. See you then."

Ricky hangs up.

"Of course, Anything for you Y/n." Nini mimics.

"Shut up Ni." You laugh

"I'm getting my $20." Nini cheers.

"That doesn't mean anything. There's no way Ricky loves me." ***********************************************************************************

"Look Y/n, I love you. I love you more than a best friend. It's always been you."

It had been 20 minutes since Ricky came over.

30 seconds since he said the words you wanted him to say for 4 years.

You waited for him to say those 3 words for so long and it was finally happening.

You were shocked, to say the least.

He sat on your bed, his fingers running through his hair.

You were scared to admit you loved him too. Because he could leave you any second.

He could hurt you like E.J had.

You were terrified to give Ricky that side of you. To let your walls down again.

"I know its bad timing with what E.J did to you but I had to tell you. Before I lost my chance again."

You're still speechless. So you did what you had been wanting to do since 8th grade.

You kissed him.

"I love you too Ricky Bowen. Always have always will. "

"Ha pay up Y/n!" Nini shouts.

"Shut up Nini." You laugh before going to kiss Ricky again.

"Can we do that a thousand more times?" Ricky smirks.

"Who's the romantic one now?" You tease him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me."

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Thanks for reading my first imagine on this account!

xx

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I love your writing so much! Ahhh I’m new to the fandom and binged everything, but anyway ANGST TIME! Kindly requesting Hanako comforting reader who’s crying their eyes out and needs some tender love and care

Pairing: Hanako x reader

Words: 1743

thank you!! sorry it’s been taking me so long to work through requests ;; i will get to them! just been dealing with a bit of writer’s block and my own folly

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When Hanako enters the third-floor girl’s bathroom after an errand he expected the same old boring quiet bathroom.

He expected the sunshine shining brightly through the window, staining the room too many colors to even put into words. The stalls empty. The room filled with peace and cheap smelling febreeze, just the way he left it.

He was not expecting the sound of the sink running, or (Y/n) hovering over it, looking up as he held the door open, their face a rosy mess of tears, snot, and despair, letting out a harsh hiccup.

Silence found them, Hanako unable to even speak and (Y/n) looking too choked up to.

He’d never seen them cry before, and he sure as hell had never seen them look like they’d had three breakdowns in a row.

“(Y/n)...? Are you okay?” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck. He’s not sure how to deal with this.

(Y/n) was always so bright and smiley. Seeing them so... emotional, all of the sudden... it was jarring. 

Not to mention his lack of experience with tears.

“Y-Yeah,” they sniffle harshly, reaching forward and twisting the sink off. They then turn to him, plastering a big smile on their lips, “Never better!”

Their words greatly contrast with the way their big (e/c) puffy eyes water.

He frowns at this.

“(Y/n)...”

Only to watch as their lower lip trembles.

Before they’re promptly ducking down, burying their face in a tangle of their thrown up arms, making Hanako jolt straight as a board when they wail, the raw distraught in their voice shaking him right up, “No! I’m not okay!”

He hastily moves forward, their panic infecting him, “Hey! Hey! Easy!”

He lifts his hands, despite his nervousness, reaching for them, though not quite sure what he’s going to do. All he knows is he wants them to stop crying!

“No! Not easy!” They blubber, hunching over a little more, like they’re trying to disappear, “I’m going to fail! I’m never going to college! A-and then- this class- I-“

“Slow down!” He pleads, relenting to set his hands on their shoulders, “(Y/n), you’re freaking out-“

“Of course I am!” They untangle from their arms, brushing off his hands to look up at him, face full of wide-eyed woebegone, “My life is falling apart, Hanako- a-and I don’t know what to do- and-“

Silence fills the bathroom.

In Hanako’s defense, he didn’t know how else to get them to stop talking.

“One step at a time, (Y/n),” he tells them, keeping his voice gentle, “I don’t know what’s got you all riled up, but let’s shove all that aside right now, okay?”

Their tears are seeping down onto his hand, the one he has over their mouth, which they hum into miserably.

“Focus, (Y/n),” he mumbles, promptly removing his hand, “Just work on calming down right now. The world can wait.”

But as they go to protest- and he knows they are, judging by the frantic look that finds their eyes- he only pulls them to his chest, burying their messy face in his uniform.

They let out a muffled whimper, cursing him, but Hanako only holds them tighter, praying it’ll help somehow.

“Nuh-uh,” he chides lightly, to hide his unsureness, “You’re not getting out of this hug until you stop crying.”

He blinks, running his fingers through their (h/l) (h/c) locks.

There are definitely more pressing worries, but he can’t help but gawk at how soft their hair is.

Indulging, he continues to stroke his fingers through their silky strands, keeping his other arm wrapped firmly around them.

Their arms hung limp at their side, as they leaned reluctantly into him, now burying their face into his chest by choice.

He smiles a little.

Even when they were so wound up, they were such a cute little thing.

Hanako isn’t sure how long they stand there, him squeezing them tight in his arms, but eventually, they lift their head.

“I’m not crying anymore...”

“Really?” He comments, hoping a tease would get them out of their rough, “You look like a mess.”

Their lower lip trembles.

“W-Wait! No! It’s a good look!” He hastily amends.

But they’re shoving him away, “You’re a jerk, Hanako-kun.”

He’s moving right back with them, though, lifting a hand to cup their cheek.

“Maybe, but you’re still burning up...” he mumbles, brows drawing as he moves his hand to their forehead, “Come on.”

He makes his way back over the sink they’d been at when he first walked in, turning the tap on.

“I- uhm. I think I might just...” he hears them sigh as he gathers a handful of paper towels, pulling them out one by one to wad them in a big ball, “I want to go home...”

It wasn’t like them to skip class like this. It only served to worry Hanako further.

“Ah, well, life isn’t fair,” he covers up his concern with a sing-song tone, “Now, take a seat, (Y/n).”

“Huh?” Their brows knit, looking up at him.

He gestures to the sink next to the one he had running, “Sit.”

They scratch their head.

He amends, “I’m not asking.”

This makes them let out another heavy sigh.

“You’re so mean...” they grumble, making their way over, “Why couldn’t I have run into Ne-chan instead?”

“What? You don’t think I make a handsome caregiver?” He smirks, wetting the wad of paper towels under the running sink as they do as asked.

“No. I think you’re a jerk,” they argue, voice still a little scratchy, “You suck at this.”

At their petulance, he promptly shoved the icy paper towel wad against their forehead.

They squeak, immediately pressing back against the mirror behind them, away from his help.

“Case in point!” They declare with a big frown.

Hanako only snickers, dropping a hand on the sink they sit on as he leans forward over them, reaching their face with ease, “Just relax, won’t you?”

This time, he very gently pressed the wet wad of towels against their face.

It scrunches their nose up for only a second, but as he slowly brushed it across their burning forehead, their lashes sink down against their cheeks.

He swallows his nerves, trailing the paper towel ball down their left temple to run it over their cheek.

As he runs the wad across the bride of their cheek to their nose, over to the other side of their face, they let out a soft breath, only slightly shaky.

“Does that feel better?” He mumbles to them, delicately brushing their other cheek with the cold water too.

They swallow before responding quietly, “Yeah...”

He runs it up to their right temple before back across their forehead, which he delighted to find has cooled significantly.

As he goes to ask if that was good enough, they speak.

“I bombed the chapter test in math.”

He pulls the makeshift rag away to blink at them.

They look up at him, and he swears it’s like looking at a kicked puppy, the way their sad (e/c) eyes shine at him.

“I got a thirty-three on it, Hanako-kun,” they tell him, lower lip pouting, “A thirty-three.”

“The one we studied for...?” He utters.

They nod, looking down.

“W-Well... we studied for the wrong one...”

He tries to repress the smile that threatens his lips. He couldn’t laugh. It wasn’t funny to (Y/n) right now. They were too troubled to laugh.

“I’m sorry, (N/n)-chan, but it’s going to be okay,” he sets the wad of wet paper towels down on the other as he reassures them, “One test isn’t the end of the world, y’know?”

“But what if it is?” They whisper hastily, “It’s the butterfly effect, Hanako! I failed this test, I’ll fail math class next, and then I’ll drop out, and-“

“- and all of that is the biggest lie I’ve heard all week,” he takes his place back before them, drawing their smaller hands into his own.

They look down at him, still miserable as can be.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, (Y/n),” he offers her a soft smile, “You’re always giving your best to everything you do. You’re trying so much.”

“Yeah, and I failed,” they remind him, brows pulling together.

“But you tried,” he counters, “That’s all that matters.”

“No, it’s not,” they argue, trying to pull their hands away to, most definitely, gesture at him exasperatedly, “Hanako, I’m going to fail math. There are so many other things that matter!”

He only squeezes their hands, holding them snugger, “Even if you do fail math, it’ll be okay. You’ll brush all this off in no time!”

They stare at him like he’s grown three heads.

He leans forward, nearly brushing noses with them as he smiles.

“C’mon. Lighten up,” he pleads, “I promise you this stupid math class won’t last forever. You’ll be done with it before you can blink.”

He then adds, trying to wrangle a smile out of them, “You’ll be able to forget all these dumb equations in just a couple months. They’ll never hurt you again.”

Hanako’s hands slip out of theirs, bringing them up to cup their face in his as he closes his eyes, pulling their forehead against his.

They don’t respond, but he feels them lean back against them.

Before their arms slowly snake around his neck, pulling him a little closer.

He can’t help his smile.

“You really think so...?”

He blinks his eyes back open to meet their pleading eyes.

Hanako warmly brushes his thumb across their cheek.

“I know so.”

He then tells them firmly.

“Because we’re going to crush your next test!” He declares, pulling away to throw his fists in the air, “Even if I have to get that rotten Teru himself to come mentor you!”

(Y/n) looks up at him owlishly at his words.

Before...

A small grin cracks, breaking out across their lovely lips.

“I’m not getting my hopes up.”

Hanako smirks, sticking his tongue out at them.

“Well, we’ll make sure you at least get higher than a thirty-three this time.”

Instantly, their face lights up with offense.

“Hanako-kun!”

But getting whacked upside the head is more than worth it though, listening to the return of their ever-bright laughter filling the restroom again, easily melting away all his concerns and his heart in the process.

[rocknrollmj]

Happy Birthday Part 2

A/N: I finally found a way to write this down, I hope that you like it. This isn’t my return to writing per se but I figured that you deserved a part two. Happy season 2 release day.

TW: mentions of death, not super serious.

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“Where’s Y/N?” Five asked. That question made the kitchen fall silent. No one dared to speak of their late sibling that they had all loved so much. The silence was deafening but it gave Five his answer.

“Oh, I see.”

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Vanya was the one who found him, staring at the portrait of himself that Reginald had requested 1 month after he left.

“Well nice to know that dad didn’t forget me.” He was trying to lighten the mood but it seemed as though it wasn’t possible. The two chatted for a while until they got to the subject of Ben.

“Was it bad?” He asked, Vanya nodded and he sighed. Two of his siblings were dead. Two of the sweetest, most kindhearted people in the universe had died. It wasn’t fair. He always knew that death never was fair, and he had grown to accept that, but not this time.

“Vanya, what happened to Y/N.” It was not a question, it was a statement. A demand for the truth about his siblings demise, there was no way to avoid it this way, she had to answer.

“They were down in the subway station late at night, there were two men fighting, Y/N was always a good mediator but it didn’t work this time.” Vanya’s voice became more and more shaky, she couldn’t look Five in the eye.

“They tried t-to stop them, but the o-o-one guy had a knife and he- he.” The words began to fail her, and they came out in the form of tears. Five was shocked, but he wanted more.

“What happened?” His tone slightly more dangerous.

“After the… after the knife what happened Vanya?” Through a pouring of tears she managed to get through the rest of the story.

“He realized what h-he had done and-and they both bolted, before anyone could catch them. Y/N tried calling for help but it was too late, he stabbed them j-just below their heart. The paramedics found them 15 minutes later, b-but they were gone.”

“We all searched for weeks for answers, leads, evidence, anything that we could find. But even between dad’s resources and Diego’s friends at the precinct, they had disappeared. Diego was so upset that he threw a staple gun at the police chiefs head, he nearly got arrested again.” Vanya’s tears had subsided for now, she gave a little chuckle at the end of her sentence, she knew that it was no laughing matter but she needed Five to know that they had tried to avenge you. That they had tried to find the man who killed you, because she knew that right now Five was angry. That he already had 5 different plans to find your killer and the bystander and make them pay for taking your life away before it had even begun. And she was right.

When she finished recounting the story she felt like she was going to collapse into a puddle. Those few months after your death were some of the hardest the family had gone through. Even though they hadn’t all spoken in years, you were always there for them. Sending them birthday presents or offering a shoulder to cry on.

You were there when Diego decided he wanted to try and get into the police academy, and you were there the first time he was arrested to bail him out. You were there when Luther was freaking out because he was going to the moon and was scared that he might not make it back. You were there when Allison announced her pregnancy to the world, she was so excited to be a mom and secretly planned to make you a godparent.

When Klaus first overdosed you were at the hospital by his side, praying that some part of his powers still worked despite all the drugs he had taken to get into this state in the first place. You were there at Ben’s funeral, you gave the most beautiful eulogy, everyone was focused on you and your words. You were there when Vanya asked you to go to her first therapy session with her, and you were also there when she first released her book.

Five of course didn’t know that any of this had happened, but even when you were kids you were there, whether he needed someone to rant to, read with or laugh with. You were there. And now you were gone. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

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After hearing about what happened to you he climbed the stairs to retire back to his room. He was angry, sad and alone. The last time he felt like this was when he realized he was stuck in the future, he felt stuck all over again. He knew that the apocalypse was coming, you were going to be the first one he told, but you weren’t here.

He opened the door to his childhood bedroom, everything was the same except for a pile of very old wrapped objects. He furrowed his brow, confused and walked into the room, closing his door. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the objects, there was a small note on it, it read:

‘Happy Birthday Five! Love, Y/N 2014’

His heart nearly stopped when he read those words. These packages were all his birthday presents for the last 17 years, well 17 years for you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a very old and very tattered bracelet with a little 5 on it. He had hidden it away in case he had lost it on a mission or worse, The Commission found it and tried to dispose of it. He found the oldest package and began to open the gifts.

17 years of lost memories, gifts that had never been opened and time that he could never get back. But nonetheless he carried on, opening and unwrapping each gift, with care. You had gotten him so many wonderful things and he planned to use (and read) them all.

In 1999 you had gotten him a book on the theory of time travel, in 2003 you had given him an extended copy of each of the Lord of The Rings movies (the note mentioned how they had to binge it together.) In 2010 you had gifted him ‘A Brief History of Time’ by Stephen Hawking, in 2013 he received a book that had a detailed description about Doctor Who for the last 50 years (the note said that “10 and 11 make me laugh the most, but 9 reminds me of you”), he immediately made a mental note to watch all of it after he stopped the apocalypse.

And then he came to the last present. It was a very small box, the wrapping paper had not yet faded as it was only from a year ago. Hands shaking he read the note:

‘Happy Birthday Five! I know that you don’t like stuff like this usually but maybe you’ll wear it for me. Love Y/N”

He slowly tore open the wrapping paper and opened the small black velvet box inside. The box contained a small charm of a book that was on a long chain. He felt his eyes start to water but he refused to let the droplets fall. He took it out and placed it around his neck, tucking it into his shirt. He was never going to take it off.

But he had to do one last thing.

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“Where are they buried?” Five asked getting straight to the point. The siblings, who had all gathered in the living room at this point, were shocked for a second. They had all forgotten how blunt he was.

“Where is who buried?” Luther asked.

“Y/N” again the room was silent, until Diego spoke up.

“Just down the road, in that old cemetery, the one with the creepy ass mausoleum.” Allison rolled her eyes.

“Don’t say that Diego, it’s not creepy.”

“Oh yes it is” Klaus said, suddenly looking paler than usual.

“Fair enough, I’ll be back. There’s something that I need to do.” Five started walking towards the door.

“What about dad’s funeral!?!?” Luther yelled at him.

“I’ll be there don’t worry.” Five responded, and the door clicked behind him.

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He could’ve just teleported there but he wanted to walk. When he arrived at the cemetery, he found where you were and just stopped. Your name was on the gravestone that was right in front of him. You really were gone.

He went down on one knee in front of the rock that had your name chiseled in it and just started talking.

“Hi, I have a lot of things to say but not a lot of time to say them.” He paused, took a deep breath in and then continued.

“Thank you for all my presents, and your notes, I especially loved the one from 2000 ‘Happy Birthday, the bookshop owners now know my name thanks to you and your gifts.’ It made me laugh.” There was silence, he decided to sit down next to the gravestone, and continued talking.

“The world is ending. And that’s not just a figure of speech, the world is literally ending. I came back here hoping to stop it with you and Vanya and the rest of them, only to find out that… you’re not here. You’re not… here.” He felt tears start to well in his eyes, but he kept going, even though his voice was breaking.

“You were always there for me. For us ALL of us. And now you’re gone and that’s not fair… THAT’S NOT FAIR!” His tears had started to pour down his face and this time he let them.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW! YOU’RE GONE! YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE HERE FOR ME BUT YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE GONE! YOU LEFT ME!” He got so choked up that he had to take a second to calm down, and when he finally did he went on talking to you.

“Although I guess that I deserve it. I was so stupid, and I left you. I left you and you waited, you waited so patiently. Why couldn’t you have waited just a little longer, I was almost there. I almost found a way out, why couldn't you just stay out of it. Why did you have to be a hero? I guess you always were though.” He began to wipe away his tears and he chuckled a bit.

“You know I think that’s the first time I cried in over 40 years? You always brought out the soft side in me. I hated that about you. But you were always a good listener, so… thanks for listening to me now.” He got up to leave, dusting himself off. But before he left there was one more thing he had to do.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you” he could do this, he needed to do this.

“Happy birthday dear… Y/N… happy birthday to you.”

The Boy said goodbye.

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Tightrope

No one has yelled at me about my portfolio. This is worth like a quarter of my grade and it’s so I can get certified someone please YELL AT ME.

I’m being dramatic I’m only sort of sorry.

But this is inspired by Tightrope by Michelle Williams from the Greatest Showman!

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From the moment he first asked you out, you knew that dating him would be less than ideal. But you knew when he asked you out, again and again, kept calling and texting, spending every free minute he had with, causing you to fall in love, and learn to adjust to life when the most important person in the world to you is almost never with you. 

“You know your life is going to be hard while he’s traveling all the time for games.”

“Why don’t you try to find someone who’s a safer option?” 

“I don’t get why you would want to be with someone who can never be there for you when you need him.”

Telling your friends was easy, they were just happy that you finally found someone so you’d stop moping around about being single.

Telling your family about having a serious boyfriend, on the other hand, was stressful; they had never met or even heard about someone you were dating before. You were convinced that they would think you were lying. It was bad enough they had told you before that if you don’t find a boyfriend soon, you’re going to be alone forever. But when you told them your boyfriend was Jake DeBrusk, they were ruthless to point out that he was: A. Canadian and probably spending his offseason at home in another country. B. A professional hockey player who traveled more than half the year. C. Never going to be home between games, practices, or other promotional team events. And D. Probably not really your boyfriend because how could you land a professional athlete like him. You found yourself trying to defend the relationship you were more passionate about than any of the ones you had before. 

“Look, this is the life I signed up for. Being with Jake is like-” you pause to think of how you can even begin to put it into words to tell your mother. “It’s like this non-stop adventure that comes with this breathtaking view. Like everything I see around me is this perfect place that we never want to leave. Like the whole world is ours to explore and enjoy. Like, we’re walking on a tightrope where we could fall at any minute, but it’s the thrill of being with him.”

Like, yeah, it’s hard when you’re having a hard day at work knowing that you have an empty apartment waiting for you. But, up on the tightrope, he would the one to catch you if you should fall. You knew that. 

“Well, I just think there’s no point in having a boyfriend if he’s not there to be your boyfriend. Why sail the sea when you’re safer on land?”

“Mom, I’m dating Jake. End of story. You haven’t even met him to know if you like him or not.” you say, hanging up the phone. You were going to hear about that the next time you were on the phone with her, but you were tired of hearing about how hard your life would be now that you were with Jake.

You and Jake had decided to tell your families on the same day. You both had to do it over the phone since Boston was nowhere near where either of your families lived. His conversation had gone a lot better than yours had. 

“Hey, I know it’s hard. But we knew this months ago when we start dating,” he says, taking your hands in his from across the table. “It’s worth it for me. If it’s worth it for you, too, then we’re going to make the world our own.” 

You can’t help but laugh at how poetic he got all of a sudden. This was a boy who previously only found love for hockey, his grandmother, and Oreos, now he feels that same love for you. 

“Whatever life throws at us, we’ll get through it, alright?” The sparkle in his eyes made you believe him. He would catch you if you fell.

The next day was a road trip. One week, on the other side of the country. You’ve done this before, coming home knowing that he won’t be in the same city as you to come see you if you get lonely. You thought you would be fine.

What you didn’t think is that it would be the hardest week of your life. 

Your boss had called you into his office to scream at you over a mistake you made on one of your client’s accounts. It wasn’t even a big mistake; you entered the wrong number that changed the overall amount owed by twenty cents. You got screamed at over twenty cents. You coworker slammed more work for you on your desk because she ‘didn’t have time to do it’ since she ‘had to go make dinner for herself.’ Bunch of bullshit. 

By the time you get home, it’s nearly eight o’clock. You’re exhausted, starving, and all you want to do is sit and cry. If Jake were in the city, you would call him. If he weren’t getting ready for a game, you would call him. 

Fuck it. He’s your boyfriend. Even if he can’t talk right now, you can leave him a message for him to call you back. 

“Hey you’ve reached Jake. I’ll call ya when I get the chance.” you hear his voicemail come through the speaker on your phone. 

Feeling the tears practically begging to start pouring, you try to spit out, “Hey, babe. It’s me. I know you’re getting ready for your game against the Sharks, but -” you pause because you would have let out the ugliest sob imaginable if you didn’t. Choking back tears, you finish, “Call me when you get the chance. I just want to hear your voice.” 

As soon as you press end, the tears start pouring. You can’t help but sob. Because of the hard day at work. Because Jake isn’t in the city. Because you’re starting to think your family is right. Because you need someone there for you. 

He would hopefully be done with the game before you fall asleep. At least it was Friday, so you didn’t have to be awake early tomorrow. You could stay up to wait for him to call. You make some dinner out of whatever could be thrown in the microwave while you open some wine and start drinking straight from bottle. The only thing you can do to take your mind off everything is drink the night away and binge watch The Office.

You must have fallen asleep, because you’re jolted away by the same sound that your alarm gives off to wake you up for work. You must have turned on the ringer of your phone, setting that as your ring tone back in college if your roommate called you after a night out. A yellow heart emoji shows up as the contact name, a picture of you and Jake after one of his games, taken by one of the Garden staff members pops up. You had gotten your mind off your day, but remembering that you called him caused all of those emotions to come flooding back, tears rolling down your cheeks before you could even answer the call. 

“Hey!” you say, trying to sound as happy as you can. “How’d the game go?”

“You’re crying. You were crying when you called me, too.” you hear his voice on the other end, hushed and worried. 

“Yeah. I just had a hard day today. It’s no big deal.” 

“If you’re upset about anything, then it’s a big deal to me.” 

You can’t help but smile, even though he obviously can’t see it. You take a breath, letting out a sigh, “It’s just stupid work stuff, my boss is just dramatic.” 

“Hey, Jakey, we’re going out to celebrate!” you hear one of his teammates in the background of his call.

“Sorry, I’ll catch up with you guys, I’m on the phone with my girl.”

“Don’t miss out on stuff because of me. You’re not even with me, don’t let me hold you back.” you say, still smiling, feeling better anyway. 

“I spend so much time with those buffoons, what I’m missing out is spending time with you right now. So tell me about work. Who am I going to go mess up once I’m back in Boston?”

You laugh and spend the rest of the night telling him about work, him telling you about the game, and just talking like you do whenever you spend the night together.

It had to be about four in the morning in Boston when he finally said, “Hey, Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” you drag out, sleepy and struggling to stay awake.

“I love you.” 

He had never said that before. You sit up, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. “I love you, too.”

“I’m gonna turn in, we have an early day tomorrow to get to Los Angeles. I’ll call you at some point tomorrow?”

“Ok. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

No matter what, he would keep you on that tightrope. He would be there to catch you if you fell, wherever he was.

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 9 | Love Song

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 3,900

Warnings: Angst, language

Part 9 | Love Song

“My steps keep slowing down, I can’t stop, I can’t stop this feeling.”

Prev • Next

You thought you were going to spend only the first night at Doyoung’s, but he insisted you to stay.

“It’s not like I’m lusting over you or I want you to stay with me forever.”

“Doyoung that’s disgusting.”

“Exactly, but now that I know how powerful his family is, I’m not going to let you stay on your own. Jaehyun knows your place, and with his connection, he probably already know mine.”

“Jaehyun won’t do anything that would harm me.”

“Look, I know you love him and I’m sorry for judging him that way but it’s better to be safe than sorry, [Y/N]. At least you’re with me, and I can feel a bit more relaxed.”

You couldn’t argue with him. Who knows, his father might already ask his man to follow you around. Also, you agree with Doyoung about the fact that Jaehyun knows your place. It would probably be best to talk things through, as what you always do with him, but your heart is incapable of even meeting him after the heartbreak. It’s already hard enough for you to leave him behind without any explanation, and it’s going to be even harder if he confronts you.

“Stay for at least a week. Or would you rather hear live porn from Hanbyul and Mingyu’s room?”

“Dude, gross! They’re your friends for fuck’s sake.”

Doyoung laughed, “See, it’s better if you stay with me.”

“Just promise me you won’t bring anyone while I’m here.”

“Never thought you were the jealous type.”

“I don’t have a fetish of hearing other people fucking each other, Doyoung.”

He snorted, “You know I’m not seeing someone. Now clean up before we go to the supermarket to buy your essentials.”

That is how you ended up moving temporarily to Doyoung’s apartment. Although Doyoung said it will be OK if you become his housemate, you don’t want to keep bothering him, knowing that he’s still single. You don’t want to be the other woman when Doyoung finally found his significant other. While you still have to pay your apartment’s rent, you were thinking of paying your stay, which he rejected instantly.

“[Y/N], we’ve been best friends for years. I’m more than capable of paying this apartment all by myself. Don’t worry about it.”

“But the utility bill is going to be doubled, Doy. At least let me pay that much.”

He shook his head, “Just treat me for dinners and drinks occasionally. That’s the only payment I accept.”

You finally gave up. Doyoung is a stubborn man, once he made up his mind, it will be a miracle to ever change his decision. 

“Take a week leave first, [Y/N].”

“A week?! I thought you know how busy I am?”

“Look at yourself. Do you think you can concentrate on your work?”

Thank God it was Sunday. You spent all night crying. Doyoung opened his bottle of Soju, and the alcohol helped you to be less tense. You told him everything, how heartbreaking it was to see Jaehyun’s face. The disappointments. How his face was painted in sadness when you left him, and how it was equally painful for you.

You really do love Jaehyun, and you would probably always will. 

But the fear took the best of you. Who would’ve thought your significant other is involved in a world that you could never imagine was real. Of course, you saw articles and news about illegal transactions, but not in a million years did you think it would be that close to you.

Doyoung is right. You look horrendous. Eyes are swollen due to crying, and the darkness that surrounds them, mimicking a raccoon. You’re tired, and it would probably take you a while before you could put yourself together.

“I hope Joy won’t be pissed off when her boss suddenly took a week’s leave.”

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The first week was like hell.

While Doyoung has been the greatest best friend ever by taking you to dinner –and you finally met Yuta in the process, and he is the sweetest guy with the brightest smile– you haven’t got any proper sleep.

Jaehyun is constantly in your mind, and you always find yourself sobbing at night when you remember him. It’s even harder to fall asleep when your dream is always about him. About how both of you planned for a happily ever after, only for the dream to get dark and cloudy midway. His father would come into the picture, and point his gun at you. When you thought the bullet would hit you, Jaehyun jumped and took it for you.

This always wakes you up, hyperventilated. 

“Hey,”

You flinched, didn’t expect Doyoung to come without knocking. Not that he has to, this is his house anyway and you don’t mind him at all.

“Sorry, I heard you were grunting.”

“You weren’t sleeping?” Your voice was cracking, due to the fact you were just awake a few seconds ago.

“No, I just finished binge-watching Succession.” He said while he approached you, and saw the tears that are apparent at the corner of your eyes. “Another nightmare?”

You slowly nod, “It’s getting worse, Doy. Every night the dream seems to be more vivid.”

Your best friend gave you a deep meaningful look, genuinely concerned. “It’s just a dream, [Y/N]. Everything’s gonna be alright. You have me, and Hanbyul, too. I think Yuta has a thing for you too.”

“Oh come on Kim Doyoung, I just broke up with my boyfriend a week ago.” You jokingly punched him in his arm, replacing the grim atmosphere with chuckles.

“There you go, don’t be all somber and mushy, that’s not the [Y/N] I know. You became so gloomy I got shivers, you know? The last time you were this emo was when you were so in love with Alex Turner from Arctic Monkeys.”

“That was a long time ago, OK!”

All the sorrow seems to melt away like snow in spring, relieving you from all the distress inside your brain. You felt grateful for the presence of your best friend, hopeful that better days will come.

That the situation would turn around somehow.

“Thanks, Doy, for being here even at my lowest.”

“Ew, since when are you this sweet?”

“Dude, I’m serious. I really mean it.”

You look at him, hoping that he can see how sincere you are. 

“Please, this is nothing, [Y/N]. I know if I were in your position –and dear Lord please don’t ever let me be in your position,”

You throw your pillow at him, finally annoyed with his never-ending jokes. He chortled before he continued, “That you’ll do the same for me. Don’t think too much about it, yeah?”

“Tomorrow is your first day of work. Make sure you rest well, I’m positive you don’t want the whole office to know that you just had a major heartbreak. Go get some sleep.”

You bob your head, agreeing. He was ready to leave your room before you realized something.

“Shit, I forgot.”

“What?”

“Tomorrow is the first Monday of the month, right?”

He nods.

“That means I have to go to NCT’s office.”

As surprised as you are, Doyoung’s eyes grow bigger, “Any chances that you can send someone else?”

“No,” You shook your head, following it by biting your nails. “I’m the PIC for this, and we’re finalizing a few important things so I have to go there myself.”

“Now, now,” Doyoung returned to where he was, sitting down next to your bed. “You are the toughest working woman I ever met in my life, OK? Remember when you used to whine because of the newbie from your office nagged non-stop about the workload? A friendly reminder, you told me that she should expect at least that much if she’s going to work at any company. What did she expect, coming to work, and having a girl talk?”

You chuckled, his remarks help to calm your anxiety.

“So yeah, you’re going to be fine even if you have to face him tomorrow. You’re meeting Johnny anyway, what is the possibility you’re going to meet him? He’s a busy man after all.”

Knowing that Jaehyun is a COO, not to mention he has his personal business, he must’ve been drowning with work, making you agree with Doyoung’s statement in a heartbeat. Your meeting wouldn’t take the whole day, so if you can wrap them quickly then you could probably avoid meeting Jaehyun.

“You’re right. Thanks, Doy.”

He lets out his gum smile, “Stop thanking me! You’re starting to freak me out!”

–

“Can I light another one?”

You politely asked Johnny whether he still got leeway for the meeting. All that left is to finalize the few details. Yet the nicotine urge seems to be a bit stronger today, as you feel like you are in need to exhale the anxiety away with another puff.

“Sure. Actually, I think I’ll smoke another one too. Too bad I can’t install a balcony at my office. If not we don’t have to go all the way here whenever we need to smoke.”

You smiled, as you ignited the cigarette that hung in between your lips. You stare at the grey smoke blankly, watching it as it fades in the air.

“Hey, uhm,”

Johnny called you, pulling you back to reality. 

“I heard it from Jaehyun.”

You almost choked, and you stared at him widely.

“I’m so sorry it happened.”

“You knew about it, Johnny?”

He nervously nods, to which you reply with a sigh, rolling your tongue over your teeth, pissed.

“God, does everyone think I’m a joke.”

“[Y/N], please, it’s not that.” He begged, scared that he might offended you. “Honestly I asked Jaehyun a couple of times already to tell you about this. But he said the timing was not right.”

“And the right timing happens to be when I managed to find it out myself?”

Johnny squinted his eyes, frustrated, “No, believe me he didn’t mean it that way. I mean, now you know how difficult his situation is.”

The dull orange at the tip of your cigarette glows as you took another drag, “Yeah, and that is the exact reason why I left.”

“You’re stronger than that, [Y/N]. I wouldn’t keep pushing Jaehyun to pursue you if you weren’t. And he loves you for that.”

“As I do, Johnny. In fact, that is the exact reason why I have to leave.”

Johnny slowly blows out a smoke out of his mouth, looking at you confused.

“I’d rather not be the extra luggage he has to carry, John. He already has so much weight on his shoulder.”

“He wouldn’t think of you as an extra luggage, [Y/N]. You know that.”

“Jaehyun would protect me, without a doubt. He’s more than capable of doing so.”

You blows out your smoke, “But do you think he would be able to stand it if I told him that I’m scared on a daily basis? I’m not going to act like a hypocrite and tell him that I’ll be fine –because I would definitely not. It scares me Johnny, his life is. And there’s no way I would lie to Jaehyun about it.” 

The look on Johnny’s eyes that were deep sienna in color marking that he could not debate with your sentences.

“Imagine if I were a part of his life, Johnny. I would constantly tell him that I’m afraid. That fear consumes me, every day. No matter how strong, how reliable he is, eventually he would break and that is the least that I would want. For my loved ones to crumble.”

Though he didn’t say a single word, you appreciate how Johnny attentively listens to you, nodding whenever you reach the full stop.

“Before it happens, I think it's best for me to leave. It is equally as painful for me, Johnny. But do I have another choice?”

Johnny refused to give you a response. He was looking down, biting his lower lip while he’s lost in his thoughts.

“You’re right,” He inhaled the final bit of his cigarette. “I mean, I’m not a part of your relationship so I guess you do know what’s best. But I’m just wishing for my friends’ happiness.”

I would love that, too.

You quietly thought inside your head, extinguishing the white stick that finally reached its end.

“And that includes you, too, [Y/N]. I might be your client at first but I think we’re close enough for me to consider you as my friend. If there's anything that I can do to make this whole breakup process more bearable, I’m just a text away, OK?”

His statement made you smile involuntarily.

“Though, I hope Jaehyun wouldn’t know. He might think that I have another agenda on you.”

The laugh finally thawed the tension away. You’re grateful that you’re surrounded with great people. Even in this situation, Johnny still tries to brighten your day, like a happy vitamin. He smoothly changed the topic on your way to his office, filling the journey with laughter.

That laughter stops once you reach his office.

The tall, pale figure that is dear to you stands up at the sight of you. He looks exhausted, and his beautiful pair of eyes no longer shine as it is now dark and hollow.

“Johnny what is the meaning of this?”

“[Y/N] please, it’s not his fault. I asked him to spare some time so I can talk to you.”

You look at him, before you shift your gaze to Johnny’s. There’s a hint of guilt from his stare, but you can tell it was mostly filled with concerns. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], I’ve promised to Jaehyun. And if I can give my two-cents, I still think it would be better if you guys talk things through.”

You slowly blink as you quietly exhale. You are in your client’s office, and you don’t want to start bawling and appear unprofessional. 

Before you can even let a single word out, suddenly someone barged in, clearly adding more tension to the room.

“Sir.” You can tell Johnny is equally unprepared with his guest.

“Father, what are you doing here?”

“Is it that absurd for a father to seek his son?”

Johnny took a glance at Donghyuck’s direction, telepathically asking him why he didn’t tell him that the founder is coming. Donghyuck just answers him with a ‘how am I supposed to act when he’s also come unnoticed?’ gesture.

While Jaehyun is pissed because his no good of a father interrupts his attempt to talk to you, he calmly asks his father. “Is there a problem, Father?”

“Oh, no, Jaehyun. You’re doing marvelous, as always.” He said, while taking a glimpse at you. “I checked your schedule and this is the only time you’re free. I asked your assistant, Jungwoo, if you’re in your office and he said I could find you at Johnny’s.”

Yeah, because I have something else to take care of.

If only his father could read and understand his mind, he wouldn’t have to act all goody two-shoes to his father. The least that Jaehyun would want is to show his family issues at the office. Knowing how his reputation means everything to his father, you know he would want the same.

“Then why is she here?”

Jaehyun asked about the female that has been standing behind his father. Someone that you never met before. She was dressed to nines, wrapping herself in Fendi’s monogram from head to toe. Her hair was strawberry blonde, flowing softly to cover her breast. Her lips were plump, but you can tell it’s artificial.

“Surely you know Kyungmi from…”

“From Hyun Ventures, yes.”

At this point you shouldn’t act like you’re surprised that Jaehyun is surrounded by big shots. Although the size of the company is not as big as NCT Corp., Hyun Ventures still managed to become the only three venture capitals originated from South Korea that made it to the top 100 venture capitalists.

“I see that you are acquaintanced.” His father says with a pleased tone. “Jaehyun, I’d like you to meet your future wife.”

His statement made you feel like the ground underneath you disappear, sinking your heart. You haven’t even recovered fully from your heartbreak, and this big of a news just added the fuel to the fire.

You don’t even care if you are considered rude, but you quickly texted Doyoung, asking him to come and pick you up as soon as possible, no longer could breath in this vexing room.

“Nice to officially meet you Jaehyun.” The woman spoke, and her voice was piercing the air. “Oh gosh, can we drop the formality? I’ve been waiting for ages to finally talk to you! Your father told me splendid things about you, like how you act like him, being the gentleman you are!”

While she was all giddy, you couldn’t help but to feel uncomfortable. You were about to pull her after-salon hair, for taking something that is yours.

Then it strikes you that he was yours, and you no longer had the right to be territorial.

Johnny noticed how uneasy you are, and he put his hand on your back, trying to ease you. It works, in a sense, with the fact that Johnny is there to support you. However, you felt like Jaehyun would need that more, seeing how tense his jaw is.

“I didn’t hear anything about this, Father. Since when do I have to wed someone?” There are trails of annoyance in Jaehyun’s tone, and he’s not making the effort to conceal it.

“Jaehyun,”  his father retaliates, voice is as cold as ice, “It is important for us to keep our relation to the Hyuns. Kyungmi is a wonderful girl. She’s well educated, takes good care of herself, and most importantly she came from a great family.”

You know his father just sarcastically said that to you. Fumes are almost apparent from Jaehyun’s head. He is ready to throw his fist to his father. He can take all the mockery, but he would not tolerate it if it is targeted towards you.

“Now,” His father cuts off, before Jaehyun is able to react. “Kyungmi, my dear, let’s have a tour at the building, shall we? Today I’ll cover the important places. After all, this will soon be yours.”

It was a cringey affection, but at least he didn’t try to cut her throat like what he did to you. Soon after, both of them left, followed by Donghyuck who guided them outside out of politeness and honestly, he’d rather escape the room that is filled with suspense.

“Johnny, can we continue our meeting via email? Or let’s postpone it to another time.”

You were choking, on the verge of tears, and unmistakably pissed. Johnny, unable to force you to stay, had no choice but agree. You rushed to pack your belongings, before Jaehyun stopped you from going.

The familiar touch.

“Let me go, Jaehyun.”

“That’s all you’ve been saying since last week, and you know I can’t.”

“You’re making it difficult for me. Please let me go.”

Your words are firm, though your tone was brittle.

“I’m making things difficult? [Y/N], you have no idea how hard it is for me spending a week without you.”

Like a volcano that’s about to erupt, all of the build up tensions in you finally explodes.

“Don’t make it as if it’s not difficult for me, Jae!” Blood rushing to your head, making your neck noticeably red. “Your father just fucking humiliates me in front of you, and that God damn future wife of yours! I bet he knows that we broke up, and that is why he purposely announce your fucking engagement right here right now to mock me!”

He never saw you snapping at him like that. He’s even more baffled when he notices the tears that start to well in your eyes.

“Please don’t cry, love.”

He leans forward to caress your cheek, which you roughly reject.

“Drop the nicknames, Jae. Save it for someone who’s more worthy of standing by your side.”

“Baby, please.” Jaehyun begs, refusing to let you go. “You know you’re the only one for me. I’ve told you millions of times and I’m ready to tell you again if I have to. You’re overlapping inside me, it’s like in my heart you’re just like a moist rain that infused me.”

You can feel the ache in your heart, and it stings. It stings because you know he meant every of his words. It stings, because you know even though the feeling is mutual, you’d wish time had better timing for you and Jaehyun.

You finally look him in the eyes, his eyes are weepy, telling you that he hopes he can change your mind.

“And leave all of these behind? All of these glory?”

You are spoken in riddles, but you know your souls speak fluently. He hesitates, and that’s enough to answer your question.

“See? You can’t, Jae. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but it would be easier if I leave.”

You were about to walk away but he tugs you back, not giving up. “[Y/N], it’s not because of the glory, or the money. I can live without either, honestly, if that could make you stay. But there’s something that I can’t let go of, not yet.”

You are confused, even with all of those layers there are still a part of Jaehyun that you didn’t know. 

“Then let me go.”

“I can’t do that, either.”

“Jaehyun, stop being so stubborn!”

“I am only stubborn when it comes to you, [Y/N].”

“And yet you can’t let go of whatever that shit is.”

You brushed him off, rushing your way to the elevator. There are a few pairs of eyes who looked at you, wondering why you ran out like someone’s about to chase your life, but you couldn’t care less.

Johnny must’ve held Jaehyun off, because he didn’t run after you immediately. You could hear him stopping him, but you were so busy running off that you didn’t pay enough attention. All you hear was Johnny telling Jaehyun not to make a scene.

You reached the lobby, and miraculously saw Doyoung’s car already stationed at the lobby. Sure, his office is only a few blocks away, but that was fast.

The tinted window from the passenger seat rolls down, and you are surprised that the driver was not your best friend.

“Yuta? What are you doing here?”

“Doyoung’s busy. We had our quarterly meeting and I was staying at his office because I’m actually not on the clock today. He told me to pick you up, he said it was urgent. Are you OK?”

“[Y/N]!”

He shouted from afar, and you don’t need to turn your back to know who’s the owner of the voice.

“Let’s go, Yuta.” You hastily enter the car, ignoring Jaehyun who sprinted to stop you.

“Are you sure? He seems like he got something to tell you.”

“Yuta, please, just drive.”

Fears that he might poke into something that is not his business, he reluctantly agrees, closing the window and just enough for Jaehyun to take a peek.

A peek of you with a man that he doesn't know, drifting away.

A/N: dun dun dun dunnn... Also, can you believe we’re only 3 chapters left?! :’’ all I can say is... it’s going to be a roller coaster ride (at least that’s how I felt when I wrote it haha)

[mostweakhamlets]

Cake Heals All Wounds

This fic was published on patreon on August 14th as part of the four exclusive stories that you can read for $2 a month! This one is sort of a Great British Bake Off AU

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Aziraphale sighed in relief as soon as he was out of the tent and in the open, grassy field. While the sun was hot and beamed down directly on his head, it was better than the suffocating heat that had been trapped inside with the contestants and crew and the two of them.

“Fuck the producers for scheduling the longest bakes in the middle of a heatwave.”

Crowley lifted his hair off the back of his neck. His cheeks were splotched with red and sweat soaked his hairline. The poor thing looked miserable in his all-black outfit that had become his signature style.

Aziraphale tutted. “You can’t expect them to predict the weather when they schedule the series months ahead of time.”

They had managed to escape before makeup cornered them to dab up their perspiration and re-apply powders and concealers. Aziraphale was tired of having tissues shoved into his collar and towels pressed to his forehead. He just wanted a moment of peace without a camera on him.

“It happens every year,” Crowley said. “I think they’re doing it on purpose. It’s either their longest bakes or something with chocolate. It’s psychological torture at this point.”

Aziraphale did feel terrible for the bakers who were on the verge of breakdowns induced by both stress and the heat. Crowley was right, though. It wasn’t anything new. Filming was coming to an end, and the tension was increasing every minute along with the temperature.

Crowley had his conspiracy theories that the producers intentionally made every other episode miserable for the bakers for entertainment. Aziraphale doubted that they were that evil. But he knew what ratings looked like, and he knew how people took to social media when dramatic episodes aired. It was good for the producers, but it couldn’t have been intentional. At least not totally. Not every time.

“Oh God, they found us,” Crowley mumbled.

Two women, who were always well-meaning, approached them. The dabbing of tissues and the assaulting with brushes began.

Aziraphale was ready to be in the studio for voiceovers. He didn’t have to be in the heat with every scent of bread and cake clinging onto him by the end of the day (which he didn’t necessarily hate, but it did grow old). He could be in his own comfortable clothing rather than the dapper get-up that the audience expected to see him in, and he wouldn’t need layers of powder on his face for him to scrape off later.

“They’re getting ready to decide who’s going home, we think,” one of the women said, removing tissues from his collar.

Crowley chugged the water bottle he was handed as his makeup artist tried dabbing a powder puff into his cheeks. “I hate that part.”

“Well, I have to say it this week,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley smiled at him. “Yeah. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You could try taking your turn.”

“But they love it when it’s you.” ‘They’ was the audience. “You get all choked-up.”

“Just take your turn next week, and we’ll call it even.”

“Next week is the semi-finals.”

It was the last time someone would be sent home and the most emotional week of the series. Whoever didn’t make it would be devastated after making it so far and getting nothing. And Aziraphale and Crowley would be heartbroken having to be the bearer of bad news and see a familiar face leave. It was their annual tradition to go out after filming and buy a couple of bottles of wine and whiskey and sit up all night while binging on their alcohol and take out.

“I’m aware.”

Crowley scoffed. “I was thinking something along the lines of dinner.”

“You can take me to dinner, too.”

“Unbelievable.”

Crowley slid his sunglasses off to allow his eyes and nose to be touched up. Aziraphale watched as the off-hazel, nearly-yellow looked off in the distance. His eyes gained him a bit of celebrity. They were a “distinct feature” as talent agencies and IMDb declared. Crowley had grown sick of them and never saw anything quite special about them in the first place.

Aziraphale was obsessed with them.

“Alright, let’s get back inside before we get yelled at.”

Crowley walked back into the tent. Aziraphale followed.

—

“What do you mean you have another gig?”

“I mean that I have another gig, angel.”

Aziraphale wished the conversation was happening in public. That way, Crowley could see how huffy he looked. He could furrow his brow and purse his lips. But as it was, he could only try to convey his near-tantrum over the phone.

“What is it?”

“I can’t really say yet. All I can tell you is that I’m not going to be at the studio at the same time as you. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes! We’re always there together.”

“It’ll just have to be different this time. Listen, angel, I have to go. I have a rehearsal soon.”

“Rehearsal for your new gig?”

“Yes. I’ll talk to you later. Are we still on for lunch Friday?”

Aziraphale thought about canceling the plans just to be a bastard. “Of course.”

—

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake. Dyed black with squid ink, the cake will be layered with homemade strawberry jam. It’ll be shaped as a demon-summoning circle with powder sugar symbols and fondant candles.”

Aziraphale wished he could record the lines before knowing the results. Anathema would have been the winner that week if that cake had turned out as she had envisioned it. The jam, which she had attempted to make in the tent, had been far too runny and seeped into the cake. Aziraphale had stood by as the hosts cut into it and revealed the soggy mess.

It was the first time Anathema had cried on camera, and it was all Aziraphale could think about.

“Can we try that again, Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale nodded. If Crowley were there, nothing would feel amiss and Aziraphale wouldn’t be flubbing his lines.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

He wouldn’t be thinking about Anathema’s face crumpled as soon as the hosts looked up at her with disappointed raised eyebrows and comments about how “Really, we expected better from you.” It was the worst Anathema could be confronted with—disappointment. Aziraphale had picked up on that by helping her plate biscuits and giving her mid-bake pep talks. She didn’t care if her presentation went wrong or if flavors didn’t work well. She only cared if she had expectations set on her, and as it looked as she was going to win the entire series (and as nearly the entire country hopes for it), she felt the pressure.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

If Crowley were there, he could point out how Anathema had quickly dried her tears and how Newt had run over to hug her as soon the cameras cut. He could take Aziraphale’s mind off the ordeals they had to go through.

“Anathema’s ‘Occult Occake’ is an aesthetical twist on the traditional jam cake…”

—

“Try this one.”

Aziraphale turned around and a bite of cake was being shoved in his face. He took Crowley’s hand and held it away so he could have a little dignity while taking it in his mouth. Once he realized how their fingers were touching and for so long, though, he pulled away with burning cheeks. It was obscene.

When the cameras finally went off for the last time that year, Aziraphale and Crowley were free to finally eat the cake they had watched being made for hours. And they were always determined to eat their fill of each of the three cakes presented before they were divvied up among the crowd of past-contestants and family.

Aziraphale hummed. It was rich and sweet and moist and satisfied his growling stomach. “Is that Newton’s?”

Crowley nodded and stabbed at the mangled piece on his plate. The cakes were supposed to remain pretty after being cut into, but Crowley somehow had the ability to make a mess out of anything he ate.

It was endearing if a bit annoying when Aziraphale wanted to take his time savoring every bite. Aziraphale could never be too annoyed with anything Crowley ever did. At the end of every day, he thought of Crowley and smiled.

His chest was tight, and his mouth was dry. He regretted not grabbing a glass of champagne.

“I was thinking,” Aziraphale said, “of taking a holiday in a few weeks.”

Crowley shoved more cake into his mouth. The dear would end up sick if he didn’t pace himself. Again, it was endearing yet annoying.

“Where’you goin’?” Crowley asked around the cake.

“That’s the thing.” Aziraphale rubbed his hands together and smiled. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me, and if you would, I’d like you to have some say.”

Crowley froze. He swallowed his cake. He looked away.

“Uh… sure. I don’t have much on. Just a little filming over the next month.”

“Oh, of course. Your new gig.”

Aziraphale’s heart sank, though he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t disappointed. He got what he wanted. A holiday with his friend whom he fancied that could potentially lead to more. But he wasn’t happy, either.

“Yeah.”

Crowley was becoming more popular, Aziraphale had to admit. While Aziraphale had made his fair share of guest appearances since the show gained its devoted, international following, Crowley was becoming an actual celebrity—noticed in shops, gaining masses of new followers on social media, earning nominations for bougie awards. Aziraphale was happy for him. But he also knew that with the newfound popularity, there was less time to spend together.

There would always be new gigs and interviews and publicity. There would be business dinners and coffees and contract meetings. There would be conflicting schedules and canceled lunches and postponed traditions.

“I’ll check my schedule, and we can plan something around it.”

“Around your new schedule. Right.”

And there was always the fear of Crowley leaving the show for good. What would Azirpahale do then? They were a duo at this point. Would Aziraphale be asked to leave the show? Would he leave on his own accord if his partner—filming partner, totally professional—wasn’t around anymore?

And if they weren’t filming together anymore, then would they grow apart?

“We can figure it out,” Crowley said. “And then we can decide where we’re going.”

“Alright.”

Crowley smiled. “Why do you look sad?”

“I don’t! I’m quite happy. There’s no reason to be sad.”

Crowley clearly didn’t believe him. He cut into Anathema’s winning cake and handed a somewhat sloppy piece to Aziraphale.

Cake healed all wounds.    

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

Heya beautiful! I hope you’re doing ok..I was wondering if you could do something with bakugou and a reader who has a quirk involving tattoos, for example she can turn her tattoos into real life ink things but one day she gets burned really bad and loses some of her tattoos therefore she feels worthless and feels like bakugou won’t love her anymore cause she partially lost her quirk, thank you darling! 💕💕

A/N : Thank you bby I’m doing amazing, I hope you’re having a great day too!! This is so creative omg I love it, thank you so much for requesting!!! <3

Words : 921

Warnings : swearing, mentions of torture (but not in too much detail)

If you have any changes you’d like, I’m happy to write another one! :)

Masterlist

The days following the training camp were nothing short of a nightmare. You had pushed Bakugou away from the portal at the last second, replacing him with yourself and the villains were not happy in the slightest at the setback.

They had you hands bound behind your back in a dark basement, the sickening scent of blood and fire lingered in the air, as you lay exhausted in the corner. A quiet sob rattled out of you as you finally let out the tears after you were sure that the villains were no longer present.

You shuffled into a sitting position, your back against the wall as you heard masses of crashing sounds and shouting above you. The light suddenly flicked on and you finally saw your own body for the first time in 3 days. The mass of your skin had been burnt, patches of browns and whites littering your thighs and calves. The sight caused you to choke up, tears streaming down your face as all of your quirk tattoos had been gotten rid of.

You were sure the villains had done it on purpose, burning each area where a weapon was tattooed, meaning you couldn’t use your quirk there and summon them out. Essentially, you were quirkless, defenceless. You were scared and weak. 

You still hadn’t left your headspace of feeling useless even months after the traumatic incident, and Bakugou was beyond worried. You would lock yourself in your room for hours on end, sometimes even skipping meals.

Sighing, you looked down dejectedly at the tattoo gun in your hand, and the small knife drawing that was on the healed flesh of your thigh. The 3rd degree burns had damaged your nerve cells to the point were you couldn’t summon anything drawn on those points on your body. You had been eagerly waiting for your skin to heal, anticipating the moment were you could draw out your large hybrid weapons. Yet now you couldn’t even summon a small item, something you could do back when you were a child.

You launched the gun out of your hand, it hitting the wall and then the floor with a clatter. You fall backwards, covering your eyes with your arm as you feel the tears well back up. You were so utterly powerless. Nearly all of your legs were unusable now, and your quirk was now only a meagre portion of what it used to be.

The crash had prompted Bakugou to storm inside the, what was usually locked, room. He had been stood outside of your dorm room door for a good few minutes, tapping his foot as he hesitated to go in. He too was scared, scared of not being able to help you from the things you had been evidently struggling with. He too felt useless, watching the girl he loved and cared for fall further down this rabbit hole with no signs of coming back out. 

“What happened?” he asked, slamming the door open, causing you to jump.

“N-nothing.” you squeaking, sitting up quickly on the bed and snapping your head towards the doorway of your room. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” you said, resting your hand over your quickened heart beat. 

“Okay Y/N I’ve been putting this off because I thought you’d just need time but your therapist is saying you’re not getting much better and we’re going to help you.” he stated, crossing his arms as he waited for a reply. 

“I-, it’s nothing big, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not, don’t push me out y/n.” he demanded, eyes narrowing at you, but you could hear the pleading tone in his voice. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself you idiot, there are lots of people willing to help you.”

“I know it’s just,” you trailed off. “It’s hard to ask for help? I don’t want to burden any of you guys and exams are coming up real soon.” 

“More of a reason for us to help you then.” he countered, sitting down on your bed next to you. 

“The tattoos aren’t permanent right? You said before you can change them with your quirk.” he asked, running his fingers through your hair, to which you nodded. “So what if you use your legs as like a storage space, and you learn how to quickly switch the tattoos to different spaces.”

You asked for him to elaborate and he continued. “So there’s the knife on your leg here right, but you can’t use it.” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“So you can move it to your hand or stomache and then summon it from there.” he said, his tone soft as he watched you closely with eyes of concern.

A few moments passed and you still hasn’t spoken. Had he fucked things up? He knew he was pushing you but he couldn’t stand to see you in this state for any longer. You had become so distant towards him and the rest of your friends and you had been forming bad habits, like skipping meals and binge eating at night or sleeping only a few hours a day. His worry increased when you suddenly sat up straight, startling him.

“Look!” you squealed, a large grin on your face as you jumped up and down with delight. You stuck your arm out towards him, a small knife in your grasp and he mirrored your smile with a grin.

“That’s my girl.” he stated proudly as you beamed at him. “You ready for some training then?”

“Hell yes.”

[queenmylovely]

Salt, Tequila, Lime

Summary: Roger Taylor x fem!reader. Roger rescues you from a night of tequila and trying to forget.  

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, angst

A/N: This is my entry for @royally-rogers​ 550 follower celebration! This is my first full Roger fic and it was a lot of fun to write. Apparently, I see Rog as very protective lol. Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Masterlist 

7. “So pick me, choose me, love me.” (had to pick this bc I love Greys lol)

18. “Does it even make a difference? When I’m sober, I feel pain.”

🌲🌲🌲

The sting of the alcohol burned through your throat and nose as you gulped down another shot. You coughed but quickly chased it down with a wedge of lime that helped mitigate the worst of it, the taste of salt still clinging to your lips. Tequila wasn’t your go-to drink on a regular night, but for getting fucked up, it worked like a charm.

“Woo, go girl, you took that like a pro!” Kara, one of the other drunk girls you had met since the start of your binge, cheered you on.

“Yeah, I bet you don’t even remember whoever it was that fucked you over,” Leslie, another drunk girl you met in the bathroom said, hugging you from behind and shouting in your ear. If you weren’t so drunk you would’ve been worried about your hearing.

You giggled along with her and replied, “Almost, almost. Another round should… fix that though.”

“Bartender, three more shots of lime and slices of tequila!” Kara exclaimed, not catching her mistake that sent you and Leslie into hysterics, but the bartender seemed to get the gist and started pouring the shots.

_____

Roger was just walking into the bar when he heard some girl shout something unintelligible and then a burst of loud laughter. He shared an amused look with Freddie, Deaky, and Brian behind him before walking further into the bar. Turning back around, he was just in time to see you messily lick the salt, slam the shot, and jam the lime wedge in your mouth.

In confusion and shock, Roger yelled out, “Y/N?!”

Hearing your name from a voice you recognized caught your attention fast, and you whipped your head around to the door and the lime wedge fell from your mouth onto the floor.

“Graceful,” Freddie said, causing Brian and Deaky to laugh. The three of them walked over to find a booth, leaving Roger to deal with you.

“Roger!” you called out to him. Hopping off the stool, you ran over to him, only tripping over your feet and bumping into other people a couple of times. You threw yourself onto him into a big hug and his hands came to your sides to keep you steady. Pulling back, you tugged on a piece of his blonde hair and booped his nose, laughing, “Hi, Rogie.”

Roger batted your hand away gently but smiled just a little before looking at you with worry. “Love, what are you doing here? Why are you so… drunk?”

“Ohhhh, I’m not that drunk…” you slurred, trying to minimize your inebriation.

“Yeah, and if I let go of your elbows, would you be able to stand up on your own?” he asked sarcastically.

“Remains to be seen, but maybe let’s not test that theory,” you conceded, and you let him walk you back over to your stool. Leslie and Kara watched him help you onto your stool, and whispered to each other excitedly.

“This isn’t the guy you were trying to forget, right?” Leslie asked, giving Roger a not-at-all subtle once-over.

“‘Cause he seems way too pretty for that to ever be possible,” Kara added on, biting her lip and looking at him seductively.

“No, no, Roger here is much too good of a person to ever do what that rat did,” you explained, patting his arm. The two girls smiled in relief and angled themselves more towards him. However, Roger had the opposite idea and spun your stool so you faced him head-on.

“Wait, what did who do? Did that boyfriend of yours fuck up? Is that why you’re like this right now, why you’re alone?” he questioned, searching your face for answers.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumbled as you tried to shrug off the question.

“I wanna know exactly what he did, why you feel like you have to get this drunk. Tell me, please,” Roger urged you.

“Does it even make a difference? When I’m sober, I feel pain,” you said quietly, slumping down in your seat.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry, whatever happened,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug, and you let him. As soon as you were wrapped up in his embrace, you started to lose your grip on your emotions, and tears started forming in your eyes. Before you knew it, you were openly sobbing into Roger’s chest, and if you weren’t so drunk and sad, you would’ve felt bad for ruining his shirt.

“Come on, come on, let’s get you home, love,” Roger said softly to you, helping you stand and grab your things. He turned to Leslie and Kara and told them, “I’ve got her, but you two shouldn’t drive, yeah? I’ve got a couple friends over in that booth if you need a ride.”

Their eyes followed over to where the others were sitting and lit up in excitement. Roger waved to Fred to let him know he was leaving as Brian and Deaky warily watched the two very wasted girls running over to them.

As Roger led you out to his car, you asked, “Should you really have sent Leslie and Kara to Bri and Deaky? … think they’re too far gone to be anything but a burden on the boys.”

“Eh, they’ll be okay. Bri and Deaky will get them home safely and end up falling in love with them on the way,” Roger reassured you before shutting the door and walking around to his side and getting in. He tried to ignore how similar the situation could be between the two of you.

The drive to your apartment was quiet. You were slowly recovering from your bout of tears, only small sniffles escaping every now and then. When he got there, Roger parked the car and helped you out, practically carrying you with how heavily you were leaning on him all the way up the stairs.

You fumbled with your keys at the door and he gently grabbed them from your hands, leading the way into your little apartment and flicking on the lights. Roger walked with you to your kitchen, making you drink a big glass of water and then refilling it to take to your bedroom. Once the two of you were in there, he set down the water and then looked around for somewhere for you to sit while he helped take off your shoes.

He saw a chair against the wall that was piled with clothes and lifted them carefully to the ground, saying, “These will just have to go here for the moment.”

Then he sat you down and knelt in front of you, unlacing the boots you were wearing and slipping them off. You slumped in the chair as he did, acting only as a distraction since you kept running your hands through his hair and laughing when it got caught in your rings. Roger would’ve found it funny too if it weren’t so endearing and didn’t make him love you even more, which was the last thing he needed.

“Okay, got the shoes off. Time for some pajamas,” he remarked, going over to your dresser and opening the drawers until he found a pair of matching flannel pajamas. He helped you up from your chair and handed them to you, “Here you go, love.”

Setting the pajamas down on the chair, you moved to take your shirt off right away. Roger turned around quickly to avoid watching you undress, and you giggled at the panicked look that had come into his eyes when your fingers had reached for the hem of your shirt.

You undressed and dressed quickly, smoothing out the fabric with your hands as you told him, “All set.”

Roger turned back around with a sheepish look on his face and a blush covering his cheeks, a look that you thought to yourself was very cute.

“You know, you didn’t have to turn around, Rog. It’s not like we’re a couple of teenagers who have never seen anyone undress before,” you teased him, poking his chest lightly.

“Not my place to see you naked, love,” Roger replied softly. Then he ushered you towards your door and into the bathroom. “Time to brush your teeth.”

After globbing the toothpaste onto the brush, you brushed your teeth quickly, then told him around the toothbrush, “woo’re a rate a-y-itter, og, eher onider oing it ro-eshuna-y?”

“Um… what?” Roger asked in confusion.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out your mouth before trying again, “You’re a great babysitter, Rog, ever consider doing it professionally?”

He rolled his eyes in reply and then said, “For your information, I made quite the living as a babysitter in Cornwall.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you made your way back into your bedroom, only bumping into one doorway without his help.

You climbed into bed and Roger came up next to you to pull the covers up to your chin. Then he smoothed your messy hair away from your face and let his hand pause for a second at your cheek before dropping it.

“Okay, time for you to go to sleep. I’ll stay on the couch and check on you every couple of hours. To make sure you haven’t choked on your own vomit in your sleep,” he said with a smirk. He turned to walk towards the door, but you stopped him. “Can you come and hold me till I fall asleep?”

Roger turned back around to look at you with sad eyes and replied, “I probably shouldn’t, since you’ve got the boyfriend and all.”

“No. No boyfriend anymore,” you said, sitting up in your bed to look at him better. “Told him we were done as soon as I walked in on him with another woman.”

Roger’s eyes grew in astonishment and he rushed over to sit facing you on your bed. “He cheated on you? When?”

“This afternoon. Dumbass forgot he gave me a key to his place and fucked someone right on his sofa. Couldn’t miss it,” you said with a wry laugh, but tears were starting to spill out of your eyes.

Roger reached up and wiped them away before pulling you into a hug. “Oh, love, I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe anyone would ever do that to you.”

You were really crying again, and said against his shoulder, “I just don’t know how all of my relationships keep ending up so terrible. I just want to pick someone and love them and have them love me. That’s all.”

And Roger couldn’t help it when he said, “pick me” into your hair.

Pulling back, you looked at him in confusion, “Wh-what?”

“Pick me, choose me, love me, Y/N,” he said, with growing confidence. “I’ve loved you for a long time, but you’ve always been in relationships when I’m out of them and I didn’t want to ruin a chance of yours to be happy. But pick me, love, and I’ll never stop loving you.”

Your eyes searched his face for any chance of insincerity or dishonesty, but all you saw was love and openness. When Roger was just about to turn away and walk out of the room, you leaned up and kissed him. It was soft, gentle, and kind of wet with tears, but it felt right. You had always had lingering feelings for him, but had chalked it up to him being your best friend and his remarkable good looks. You had pushed down any real feelings of love, or at least tried to, whenever either of you were in relationships, which was always. Pulling away to look at him again, you saw the same love and openness in his eyes, but this time with hope.

You wiped your face on your sleeve in a way that Freddie would’ve definitely described as “graceful,” and kissed him again, moving your hands to his face to hold him close as you felt his rest softly on your neck and shoulders.

After a solid bit of getting acquainted with each other’s kissing, you pulled away once more and smiled up at him, feeling as happy as he looked with a big grin of his own.

“You really should go to bed though, to help that giant hangover you’re going to have in the morning,” he told you, and you rolled your eyes with a smile in return.

“Well now that there are no pesky ex’s in the way, will you join me?” you said with a cheeky smile.

“I will, but only for sleeping,” he said with a mock stern look and you held your hands up in defense. “I never said anything else. Though you will have to take your jeans off. No way am I sleeping in the same bed as someone with jeans. Not comfortable,” you told him with a teasing smile.

He acquiesced and started by taking off his corduroy jacket, leaving on his plain white T, and then shimmying off his blue jeans. Underneath were a black pair of boxer-briefs that made you laugh.

As you scooted over to make room for him and he climbed into bed with you, you snapped the waistband of his underwear, causing him to yelp, and you said, “You know, I always pictured you as a boxers type.”

“Hey, don’t go snapping my underwear, that’s not very nice,” he told you, squinting his eyes in mock derision.

“I’m not in control of my actions right now, I’m drunk,” you defended with a sly smile.

“Oh shut up,” Roger replied with a laugh, turning off your bedside lamp and sliding to lay down with you.

You snuggled into his side and he slung an arm around your shoulders. He closed his eyes but you leaned up once more and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Rog?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you too.”

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Mission Report (Bucky Barnes)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x You

Summary: The Winter Soldier has trespassed inside your apartment before and he had no other choice but to do it again because you are his mission.

Warnings: Mention of blood? Choking? Murder? Not your usual save the fragile princess kind of thing? Typos or wrong grammars. The Russian words are probably not right because I used Google translate and it's the only thing I could use. Hahaha. 😅 

Words: 2,152

A/N: BUCKY BARNES FOR Y’ALL! Or should I say, The Winter Soldier, aye? Heehee! Tell me what ya’ think about this! Heehee!

Disclaimer: GIF and pictures used are not mine, only the edits are and the whole one shot of course. Plagiarism is a crime.

"Mission report, November 1, 2000."

Bucky just stared at the hydra soldier holding a red book in front of him. A stern smile accenting his face that screams The Winter soldier's nightmares every night, It was malignant and soulless. He was just a human walking on earth with no soul.

Just like him, the difference was his soul was lost wandering. Waiting for it to come back to a body who had a big, youthful heart back in the 1940's.

"Ready to comply, Soldat?"

Bucky grunted as a reply, his chapped, bloody lips in a straight thin line. Something sparked his dead heart inside from the moment he had heard the date of his mission. He shook that spark of light igniting inside of him, his brainwashed mind has set his decision straight and had no other plans than to follow their orders and kill.

He tightened his fist as he sat on the electric chair where he was wiped, sweat washed the sins stuck on his shirtless, scarful body. Ready to gain another mistake or sin that he had no other choice than to follow.

"готовы соблюдать," (Ready to comply,) The Winter Soldier spoke very low, his voice raspy and deep from not talking a lot. The hydra soldier had an evil, lopsided smile. He was smiling like he knew what was about to happen next.

"I want you to kill the woman, nice and slow. Torture her the very best that you can. Just like how I asked you to do, but you've failed the first try, Soldat." He gave out a throaty chuckle, before his smile fell and The Winter Soldier knew he had to comply and get his mission done with no more mistakes.

"Try not to fail this time," and Bucky knew not to fail for the tortures to stop even just for an hour.

The winter soldier did everything he could, his trespassing was perfect, nobody has seen him enter the small apartment, the time was right for a bloody murder, yet from the moment he set those soulless eyes of his on a woman who was devouring a triple chocolate cake with her leg up on a bar stool she was sitting on in the middle of her kitchen, he was stuck hiding behind a wall while watching her eat it all.

Bucky hasn't notice that she was talking on the phone with somebody while binge eating, he fixed his stealthy trance, deeply breathing inside his mask as he concentrated on the woman who made his controlled mind shake with his next plan. "Steve isn't my type," Y/N chewed on her cake, crumbs falling on the huge plate. Tucking her hair behind her ear before grabbing on the bread knife, swiping some of the chocolate frosting and licking it off. "I told you not to hook me up with some superhero! I'd rather die with twenty cats than lose a husband because he was busy saving the world!"

"Come on, Y/N. Fine, how about Sam Wilson?" Nathalie, your friend who works in your small cake shop answered back with a teasing tone. She had been one hell of a bug, telling you that you needed a man in your life and that you needed a little bit of a thrill.

"The Falcon? oh, god. Stop with the superheroes!" You laughed, giving kitten licks on your knife. A thought came into mind and it was bothering you a lot, creating a doubt inside those sweet heart of yours. "How do you even know those guys personally when you're working on cake shop with me?"

Nathalie shut her mouth for a second, "Hold your horses there, Ma'am." She uttered breathlessly, her voice more raspy. You were jealous of her voice, it was damn sexy to begin with. Why weren't you even blessed in that department? "You've accepted my rèsumè, it's not like I'm the lucky charm in that cake shop of yours that's located miles and miles away from the city. Do you people even have wifi?"

You heard a knock, you thought it was from your door but when you brought your head up to take a glance at it, the knock repeated and you realized it was from Nathalie's line.

"You're lucky you aren't here right now. When are you coming back from your vacation?"

You licked your lips that held lots of frosting and it tasted sweet. Yet it turned sour from the moment your friend decided to open her mouth, "I dunno, Y/N. When are you going to move on from the face of your murderer and try to accept other guys in your life?"

Her response made you zip your lips in a tight frown. "When are you going to forget him?"

"Nat, all I can ever remember is his face. How can I even forget about him when I dream about him every damn night?" You sighed exasperatedly, tugging on your roots a little hard. She gave out an audible sigh either, as you hear a door open on the other side of the line.

"You're kinda nuts, Y/N. Believing on love at first sight over your murderer. Didn't you remember he basically choked you alive in your apartment? Still, you couldn't forget about him?"

"Bucky seemed he needed to do it," You whispered too low but Nathalie was lucky to hear what you said because her ears were  sharper than a normal person's hearing. You were slowly remembering the incident that happened before, and it was making your breathing turn deeper with every scene that was coming back. Oh, the memories.

"Bucky? How did you even--Natasha, I swear you forgot to give the files to Tony and--" She loudly shushed the interruptor before speaking again, "Who told you his name, Y/N?" Another set of voices came from Nathalie's line. You were confused from the sudden interruption and you had your brows cinched together as you truthfully answered her.

"He kept repeating that name under his breath like it was his mantra when he was choking me alive. So, I just assumed his name was Bucky?"

"Y/N--" Your phone was snatched away from you. You heard your phone fall on the floor with a crack. The whole world became silent and so was your heart beat. You had no time to glance back because a large hand roughly grabbed onto your hair, painfully pulling at your roots as you were suddenly forced to spun around in a full 360 degrees.

The winter soldier grabbed your neck, wrapping his rough bionic fingers around your throat as he slammed your back against the dining table. You felt the pain shoot up your back, crawling all over your body. Your eyes bulged out of your eyesockets when you stared into his soulless eyes for the second time. It was him again. The beating of your heart seemed to be erratic, basically running mile after miles.

You thrashed against his hold, trying hard to wrench his fingers away from your neck. The Winter Soldier tightened his hold, making you cough out the air trapping inside your lungs.

His cold, dead heart skipped a beat as he was trapped inside the beautiful color of your eyes. What was happening to him? He let out a savage growl, feeling his heart pump so loud after years of darkness. You quickly reached for his face, snatching off his black, half faced mask and throwing it towards the end of your kitchen. That bold, risky action made him wrap his flesh fingers around your sneaky hands, slamming it down the table with an aching thud that made you whimper.

"B-Bucky...Bucky," You managed to croak out, feeling him go still. His dark, cerulean eyes bore into yours with a hopeless, desperate gaze. His gorgeous, soulless face was now vulnerable for you to see, even the windows to his eyes were opened and vincible, seeing the wounds planted inside his heart.

He breathed out ragged, deep breaths. Groaning out the confusement he was feeling. Bucky. The name rings a bell. He knew he heard it somewhere. But, was it really a name?

The Winter Soldier shook his head, snapping himself out of his daze. His insane mind was spinning crazy. Suddenly forgetting what he was ordered to do.

"отчего?" (Why?) He roughly sputtered beneath his breath, more to himself. His voice deep, rough and dry from not talking too much. The eyes of the man hovering above you looked too lost to even call him a man because he looked like a ghost, or a man with no soul.

"B-Bucky? T-That's your name, right?" You managed to croak out from how tight his fingers were around your neck. Veins started to form around his temples, he appeared to be triggered and frustrated. He was starting to breath deeper from the moment you said his name, even tightly closing his eyes to control himself. Trying hard to remember what he was for HYDRA. He was an asset, just a mere weapon. "Y-You're killing me..S-Stop..stop.."

The Winter Soldier could feel your pulse rate slowly fading, your body growing weaker and when he saw the tears fell from the side of your eyes, looking so helpless and desperate to live..He loosened his hold around your neck. The human inside of him trying to act what's right and moral.

He was certainly in conflict.

When you felt his fingers let go of your throat, you quickly took the chance to take a hold of his metal hand. Replacing it with yours to caress the hand mark and pain away. The Winter Soldier piercely stared on his own bionic hand, looking like he despised the metal hanging on his body.

"I know you remember me, Bucky." You gulped, hands shaky as you reached up and stretched your arm to cup his jaw. He flinched and held his breath. His instincts telling him that his body was ready for the pain you planned to give because he hurt you.

But, you didn't. Y/N would never hurt him.

"Bucky. My name's Bucky,"

"That's a nice name, beautiful even. Just like you."

"But, I hurt you. I'm a bad person. There's nothing beautiful when I'm involved. "

"It's because you had no other choice,"

"I do have a choice, and it was to save you,"

"They call me their asset, they call me the Winter Soldier and it's right to be scared of me because I am too,"

His heart knocked against his chest, and another. For the first time, with just a single thump. The voices, your voices echoed inside his brainwashed head. He felt alive and human, even for just a second his thoughts weren't filled with his nightmares.

There was finally a growing flower in the middle of a dead, dried up field. A boat for a stranded human on an isolated island and a sunflower in a field full of roses.

Yet, A mission is a mission and the Winter Soldier inside his head knew better when Bucky didn't. It was a defense mechanism rather than plomping him on the electric chair as he was forced to forget the face and name of the woman who he fell in love at first sight. The daughter of the woman whom he killed by strangling her in her sleep at exactly November 1, 2000.

"Нет, я их актив." (No, I am their asset.)

He knew he was a weapon and he immediately became one when he stabbed the palm of your hand with a knife. The Winter Soldier needed the blood to save you both, and he did because he finally got to save himself.

"прости меня, Y/N." (Forgive me, Y/N.) He harshly whispered to himself, remembering how you screamed and cried that night. Even painfully watching how the blood was dripping from the palm of your hand.

He tried to save you. He did even if it pained him to see you hurt and wounded and it was all because of him.

"You're my mission, why do you have to be my mission?"

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