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Black Cat Luck

Chapter 2 - A Little Lie Never Killed Nobody

♪ Perverted - Elita ♪

➵ word count: 7,500

➵ warnings: this story includes +18 contents. so minors dni !!! if you wanna look at tropes and warnings here is the teaser chapter for black cat luck.

➵ author’s note: hi everyone! i'm back with second chapter.hope everyone would enjoy. just a quick reminder for this fic. I planned this story as a slowburn even if just a little bit. but don't worry you will see spicy chapters very soon! also I created a new account on ao3. I will be uploading the chapters there as well. for those who want to support, here is my account. please write your thoughts in comments. sending lots of love <33 lilacbunnygirl

Reader’s Pov

“God, Alex, how many times do I have to tell you to put down the toilet seat? This house doesn’t have only men living in it!”

“Why does it always have to be my mistakes that are discussed in this house? It was your turn to wash the dishes, yet I did all of them, Nobara! Damn, they were waiting in the sink for four days!”

“If your boss gave you a report to finish by 1 a.m, then you’d understand how I feel! How did you expect me to wash dishes when I’m exhausted?”

You had started to wake up, albeit slightly, from the sounds coming through the thin walls of your apartment. This wasn’t the first loud argument between Nobara and her boyfriend Alex. Their Sunday bickering, which had become a ritual, had also become a part of your life.

For god's sake someone seriously needed to teach Alex to close the toilet seat. Since you first moved into this apartment -which had been about two years ago- the same argument had been going on.

At least you were thankful it wasn’t a Friday night. Oh no, there wouldn’t be any arguing that night. Instead, you’d hear their moans as if lions were coming out of them. Even though you loved them, being so involved in their sex life was unsettling.

Damn thin walls…

As their argument continued, you finally managed to open your eyes. Even though you cursed yourself for waking up so early, your sleep was gone. After stretching thoroughly, you trudged to the bathroom. You smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. There was even a hint of a masculine scent from your hair, a smell that had made you dream weird things last night.

You quickly stripped and entered the shower. After waiting a bit for the cold water from the showerhead to warm up, when you felt the hot water your muscles relaxed. After about 20 minutes, when you got out of the shower, the bathroom was filled with steam. You grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around yourself. You picked up your toothpaste from the sink and, squeezing it onto your brush, started brushing your teeth to get rid of the awful taste in your mouth.

Once you finished in the bathroom, you went back to your room and lay down on your bed again. You just wanted to sleep a bit more. As you closed your eyes, you remembered that today was Sunday.

Shit, it was Sunday!

You had promised your aunt to meet for brunch. Since you thought you still had time, you could get ready at a relaxed pace. But when you checked your phone to see the time, seeing 11:30 made you panic even more. If you were late, your aunt would kill you.

The meeting was at 12.00, and you had only half an hour to get ready and get there.

You quickly grabbed your mom jeans and a wine red colored sweater from your closet and got dressed. You took the hairdryer from the bathroom and dried your hair. Unfortunately you didn’t have time to style it. You grabbed your phone and rushed to the entrance of your home. You took the bag you had left on the entry table the night before and threw on the first leather jacket you found hanging on the rack. Fashion wasn’t a priority right now; you couldn’t be late no matter how mismatched your outfit was. After putting on your boots, you rushed out of the house.

Even though you didn’t know how you made it, you arrived at the place your aunt had sent you the location for at 11:59. You always spent Sundays together every two weeks. You saw your aunt with her blonde hair tied up in a bun at one of the outside tables. Since she had her back to you, she hadn’t seen you yet.

“Hey. I know I was almost late, but I made it.” You took a seat on the chair across from your aunt, out of breath.

“Did you fall asleep again?”

“Ummm…Yeah! But when have you ever seen me late to our meetings? I always come right on time.” You pointed to your phone screen showing the time. “Look, it’s 12:00. Most people say I’m punctual.”

Your aunt sighed deeply. “You always have something to say about everything, don’t you?”

“I wonder who I take after?” You pinched her cheek to annoy her.

Pulling your hand away from her cheek, she said, “Oh, stop it. If you're late for our meetup even once, I'll make you regret it!”

“And I love you too.”

Your aunt stopped being grumpy and said, “Me too baby. Anyway, can we order something now? I’m starving.”

While you picked up the menu in front of you and decided what to order, you asked, “Why did you have to come so early?”

“You know me, I’d rather be early than kept waiting.”

Even though you didn’t enjoy eating much, you decided to order pancakes to avoid an upset stomach. Your aunt opted for a cheese croissant. After placing your orders, your aunt brought up the topic you had been avoiding.

“Alright, are you thinking of telling me what happened yesterday?”

“Well, you already know. The guy turned out to be a real jerk. Where did you even find him ?”

“He worked at the same company as a close friend of mine. She kept saying how great he was, so when I heard he was around your age, I wanted to know if he was single. When my friend told me that he is, I planned to set up him to you. I thought I shouldn’t miss this chance.”

As you poured some of the water from the bottle the waiter had brought into your glass, you said, “I understand your effort, but—”

“Sweetie, I just want you to be happy. How long do you plan to keep living with one night stands?”

You drank the water you had poured before responding. “As long as they haven’t harmed me so far, I guess I’ll stick with this for a while longer.”

Your aunt spoke a bit angrily, “So are you thinking of getting married when you’re 40 like me? There’s nothing worse than people talking about you behind your back saying you’re still single.”

Honestly, you didn’t give a fuck who was talking about you. “You know I don’t care about that. Also, look at yourself. You found the love of your life 6 years ago. After two years of meeting, you had your child and are getting married soon.”

“Yes, Fuyu may be the love of my life. But while I should have been married and had kids in my early 30s, I had only just found him. I don’t want you to go through same feeling later in life like I did, sweetie. I want you to experience everything in its proper time.”

Even though you had very different views from your aunt, you understood her. For her, starting a family and getting married at an early age was everything. But that wasn’t in your plans. It all felt overwhelming when you hadn’t even discovered yourself yet.

Taking her hands from the table into your own, you said, “I know. But it’s really too early to think about these things. I have many more years ahead of me. I don’t want you to worry about me. Please promise me to stop trying to set me up with anyone.”

Mikasa, your aunt, let go of her tension and, with a genuine smile, said, “Okay, okay, no more matchmaking. And oh my god, did he really talk about how he cheated on his ex? I hope you gave him a piece of your mind.”

“He might have received a bit of a reprimand from the cocktail I spilled on his.” After your words, you both laughed heartily.

Soon after, your orders arrived. The pancakes were really good, and the forest fruits that came with them were fresh.

After cutting a large slice and putting it in your mouth, you asked, “How’s Hana? I miss her so much.”

Even though you didn’t love kids much, Hana was the sweetest thing in the world. Despite being only 4 years old, she was mature for her age. She never screams or shouts randomly like most of the kids. Also she had already obsessed with fashion.

“She’s doing great. She keeps asking about you. Recently said, she wouldn’t take off the sweater you made for her.”

A huge smile spread across your face. “I’m glad she likes it. Actually, I designed a dress for her. I plan to sew it once I get the fabric soon.”

“Why do you have to be so talented? Do you remember the black lace dress you made for my friend’s birthday? Everyone loved it. They asked where I got it from. I proudly told them it was designed and sewn by my niece.”

Your face flushed a bit from the compliments. “It’s not about talent. Anyone can make such a dress. There’s nothing special about it.”

As she took a bite of her croissant, your aunt looked at you in shock. “Are you crazy? I’ve never seen anyone who draws and has taste like you. You even impress Hana. She said she wants to design clothes like you when she grows up.”

Designing clothes seemed simple to you. You didn’t think it required much talent. Anyone who picked up a pencil could draw a beautiful dress. For instance, what Suguru did was something entirely different. His work was real art. Drawing things that would take people’s breath away wasn’t something just anyone could do. To be as talented as him, you’d probably need to be born in Suguru Geto’s body.

Ah, why were you thinking about him again?

“Believe me, there are much more talented people out there.”

“Seems like you won’t accept whatever I say.” She sighed deeply. “This croissant is incredibly delicious.”

“The pancakes are great too. Do you want to try some?”

“Thanks, honey, but— Is this jacket new?”

You couldn’t understand why your aunt was so curious about the jacket you are wearing. But when you looked at it, you realized it wasn’t yours.

The leather jacket, which was too big for you, belonged to Suguru Geto.

“Oh, um, no, someone gave it to me.”

Your aunt looked at you with excited eyes. “Is there a chance this someone is a man?”

You didn’t know what to say. The thought of Suguru made your cheeks flush.

“Yes, it’s a man, but he’s not—”

Your aunt’s mouth fell open in shock, and she let out a small scream. Some people in the café glanced over, but none of them mattered to her.

“Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I have no idea what’s going through your mind—” you started to explain, but were cut off again.

“Are you joking? A man gave you his jacket… I’m so happy! You have to tell me everything about him.”

Everything felt like a joke at this point. Why did you have to grab this jacket so quickly when you left?

“Hey, hey, it’s not like you think. He just gave it to me because I forgot to bring something to wear and he didn’t want me to get cold.”

“A man doesn’t just give his jacket to a woman because she’s cold. Are you stupid? How could you forget to bring something to wear?”

“I’m not stupid. I just forgot it. And believe me, Suguru Geto doesn’t feel any feelings towards me.”

“Suguru Geto… Ah, even his name shows how handsome he must be.” She picked up her phone and asked, “Does he have an Instagram?”

Oh damn. Why did you let his name slip? Your aunt was probably searching for him all over the internet now.

You tried to grab the phone from your aunt, but you couldn’t. “Please stop! I don’t see him like that at all. He’s really annoying. There’s never going to be anything between us.”

Damn it . What were you going to do now?

“I couldn't find his Instagram, but take a look at this,” your aunt said, handing you her phone as you started reading an article from two years ago:

Suguru Geto: One of Tokyo’s Most Talented Tattoo Artists

If you ever find yourself in Tokyo and have a hankering for a tattoo, you must visit Suguru Geto, the owner of the shop Cursed Spirit.

This man, who developed an interest in tattooing from the age of ten, was reputedly very good at drawing from a young age. By the time he was sixteen, he began working as an assistant to the legendary tattoo artist Genji Sando. After a short period of developing his skills, he started tattooing people.

Every tattoo he has done so far is designed by him down to the finest detail. Despite working on much larger and more complex tattoos than small and minimal ones, there is nothing that this thirty year old attractive man could do badly. Although we have been chasing him for an interview for a long time, today he welcomed us at his studio, which he opened five years ago, for INKED MAGAZINE.

Seeing the photo at the bottom of the article made your whole body tense.

In this photo taken while he was tattooing someone, he looked perhaps his most alluring. His grip on the machine, the black rubber gloves on his hands, his serious face focused on his work.

You handed the phone back to your aunt before you could get any more foolish thoughts. “Yes, he’s a tattoo artist and very talented one. Is there any other question would you like to ask?”

Your aunt was intently focused on the picture on the phone. “God created men and definitely sent this guy as an apology ”

Great! another woman captivated by Suguru Geto’s charm…

“Uhmm, didn’t you forget you’re engaged? You’re even getting married soon, right?”

“Are you jealous because what I said about your man?” As she said this, your aunt had a sly smile on her face.

“My man? He is not my man. Why would I be jealous of someone I don't have anyway? Besides, if you want, he can be yours. I have no interest in someone 12 years older than me.”

Well that was a big fucking lie. You have a interest of someone really older than you. And that someone is none other than your favorite professor Kento Nanami…

“If this guy is going to be your man, then I think the 12-year age difference doesn’t matter at all.” This woman was clearly mocking you!

“Even tough I have said it before, I would like to state that again; He-is-not-my-man. We don’t even like each other. He just did me a favor by giving me his jacket yesterday and drove me home.”

You knew your aunt wasn’t paying any attention to you. She was probably already planning to marry you in her mind.

“He even drove you home? How romantic… A real gentleman. Wait a second, I’m getting it now. You’re avoiding meeting anyone because of Suguru, right?”

You could never win an argument with her. You responded with a resigned tone, “If I say yes, Will this make you happy.”

“Yes!”

You figured a small lie wouldn’t hurt. You could tell her you liked Suguru to get her off your back for a few months. Then, you could say your feelings had faded and close the subject.

You began denying everything like a suspect in an interrogation. “Fine, okay. I like him. He’s older and more experienced, but there’s a mutual attraction between us. Even though I’ve known him for two years, our closeness is only recent. I didn’t want to tell you while there was nothing concrete yet. But I do like him. And because of that I asked you not to set me up with anyone.”

Your aunt, now immensely happy, said, “Sweetheart, you have no idea how thrilled I am. My little princess is finally interested in someone. And you were saying serious relationships are nonsense since the beginning of our meeting. Oh god now start from the beginning and tell me how you met with him…”

Even though you felt bad for lying to your aunt, you had no other choice. It annoyed you that everything had come to this point because of a jacket, but at least everything was okay for now.

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The rest of Sunday had gone by quite peacefully. After talking to your aunt about Suguru, you had asked how the wedding preparations were going. Their wedding was in about three months. They weren’t planning a big event. They wanted a simple celebration in the backyard of their detached house. When she asked you to design her dress, you had happily agreed. You had been working on the dress ever since you got home, but you weren’t satisfied with anything you’d drawn. It couldn’t be too flashy, but at the same time, it shouldn’t look too old-fashioned either.

Ugh, being a perfectionist was so hard.

Finally, you gave up and got up from the table where you’d been drawing in the living room. Your body was screaming for nicotine. You headed to your balcony, perhaps your favorite place in the apartment, even if it was small. You’d come here whenever you wanted to clear your head, even if it wasn’t to smoke. Despite often forgetting to tend to them, your potted plants and the small wooden table with two chairs your aunt had given you made the space look quite bohemian. It feels different from the other parts of the house.

You sat down in your chair, grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the table, and lit it. The sky, with its reddish hue, warmed the cold December day. “I should go to bed early today,” you thought. You had classes in the morning. Plus, you needed to return that damn jacket as soon as possible.

After finishing your cigarette, you went back inside and took a short shower. Since it was only around 7, you decided to study for a bit. Studying economics wasn’t something you had really wanted to do. Out of your options, economics had seemed the most sensible. You also had a scholarship, so you weren’t a burden on your aunt. Sometimes you wondered what would’ve happened if you had chosen to study art, but you knew you couldn’t have gotten in. Studying economics was less risky.

As you opened your notes for your Introduction to Financial Management class, a notification popped up on your phone beside you.

Sis: Hey, are you free after class tomorrow?

You: I have Economic Analysis at 9. I’ll be at the seating area by the garden around 10.

Sis: Yay 🥳

Sis: If I fail statistics one more time, I’m gonna kill myself. I just want to sleep a little more on Mondays…

You: The early bird says this?

Sis: What, can’t I have Monday blues too?

You: Oh God, are you in your pms?

Sis: Probably . It feels like everything around me is annoying.

You: Ouch.

Sis: Except you, of course :) Anyway, see you tomorrow, baby, love you.

You: Love you too.

After closing your phone, you focused on your studies. Around 11, you reminded yourself it was time to end this torture and go to bed. You crawled into bed and let yourself drift off into the arms of sleep.

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Your 9 a.m. class had gone well. You were heading quickly to the seating area to meet your best friend. When you arrived, you saw Iris was already there.

“Hey, I want to say good morning, but it seems like it’s still not morning for you…”

Iris, looking tired, said, “Could you have possibly brought a black coffee?”

Laughing, you pulled out your thermos from your bag. Iris’s mood seemed to instantly improve.

“Oh my god, you’re a lifesaver! Normally, I’m the one who takes on these motherly duties. I think I’m resigning from being a mom for today.” She took a sip of coffee as soon as she finished her sentence.

“Alright, I think I can manage my own needs for today. How was your class?”

Your best friend replied in a frustrated tone, “Boring… But I can’t fail this class again. It’s so hard to endure this torture.”

“You know you need to study to not fail, right?” you said teasingly.

“You bitch, why do you always have to be so right?”

“I’m usually right about most things.”

“Okay, okay… Anyway, I have some news!”

You noticed Iris was looking really excited. “What happened?”

“Well, as much as it sucks that I failed the statistics class, I guess it’s a good thing I failed.”

“Are you sleep-deprived, Iris?”

Iris laughed. “No, no… Look, there’s this guy in my statistics class…”

“Yeah…?”

“He’s one year younger and so freaking handsome. I really want to talk to him...”

You knew Iris was shy about these kinds of things. Meeting new people was hard for her. Even though she had opened up more compared to the early years of your friendship, she still had her shyness. She had never had a boyfriend before, and you knew how much that stressed her out.

“Sweetie, look, you’re beautiful. You’re funny, smart, and thoughtful. I don’t think any guy would pass up on a girl like you. I think you should talk to him.” You said this as you pulled out a cigarette from your bag and lit it.

“Easier said than done… You know how much these things stress me out. And I’ve never had a boyfriend. He’s probably… switching girls every month.”

In an exasperated tone, you said, “You don’t even know the guy yet, Iris. You need to make a move to get to know him. So, when’s your next class with him?”

“Thursday.”

“Great, after Thursday’s class, catch him and ask him something related to the lesson. Then see if he’s free for coffee. If he is, ask him to grab a coffee.”

Iris nervously started playing with the lid of the thermos. “That would be amazing… Do you think it’s bad if I make the first move?”

“Of course not! There’s no rule that says guys always have to make the first move. Drop those silly girl bullshits and show him you’re interested, babe.”

Your best friend, now encouraged, said, “Okay, I’ll do it. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? If I don’t like him, we just won’t meet again.”

“That’s my girl!”

Iris smiled happily. “How was your meeting with your aunt yesterday?”

After taking a drag from your cigarette, you said, “Oh, it was nice. She asked me to design her wedding dress. She wants to wear a simple dress instead of a wedding gown.”

Iris’s eyes widened. “Babe, that’s amazing news! And I can’t think of anyone better than you to design it.”

“I don’t know. I drew a few things yesterday, but I don’t think any of them reflect her.”

Iris took a sip of the coffee from the thermos. “Look, I don’t know much about design, but nothing you make could be bad. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great. You’ve still got time.”

“We’ll see.” Then you asked the question you’d been wanting to ask since yesterday, “By the way, can you give me that jerk’s number?”

Iris raised an eyebrow, “That jerk?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I’m talking about Geto.”

Your best friend laughed. “Oh, right, Sugu… Wait, why do you want his number?”

Here comes the explanation, you thought to yourself. “He gave me his jacket on Saturday so I wouldn’t get cold. I was thinking of giving it back to him. Actually, could you take it to him instead?”

“HE GAVE YOU HIS JACKET? OH MY GOD, HOW DID I MISS THIS? I KNEW THAT SUGURU DOESN’T HATE YOU. I WAS ACTUALLY SO HAPPY THAT HE DROVE YOU HOME BECAUSE…”

While Iris was excitedly talking, you were wondering when she would stop. Why was she so happy? Did she really think you were going to start getting along? If she expected that, she was seriously mistaken because you were going to be even colder toward him than before.

“Anyway, I would give it to him, but I think you should.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at her. “And why is that?”

“This is a great opportunity for you two to get along. Like I said that night, even though Sugu comes off as tough, he’s probably one of the most gentlemanly guys.”

Iris looked at her phone and stood up. “Look, I have to get to my next class, but I’ll send you his number, okay? Love you, see you later.”

“Hey, who said I want to get along with him?” You shouted after your best friend, but she was already walking into the school building. You were sure she heard you but chose to ignore it.

“Damn it!” you muttered to yourself. Five minutes later, you got a text from Iris. She had sent Suguru’s number.

You really didn’t want to text him. All you wanted was to give him back his jacket and be done with it.

You: Hey! I got your number from Iris. If you’re free today, I was thinking of giving you your jacket back.

Okay, that was a pretty clear message.

Realizing you had only 10 minutes until your class started, you stood up from the table and quickly walked to the classroom. You thought he might reply by the time you got out of class.

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Quite a bit of time had passed. Even though you attended your remaining two classes, there was still no message from Suguru. It was almost 3.30.

You wondered if you should text him again. Maybe calling would be better. You stared at the call button, undecided whether to press it or not. There was this inexplicable mix of anxiety and anger coursing through you. Why were you making such a big deal about returning a jacket? He had probably forgotten he even gave it to you. Yet, the fact that you still had something of his was bothering you. Get a grip, you told yourself.

When you finally pressed the call button, you heard, “The person you are trying to reach is unavailable.”

Maybe the universe really didn’t want the two of you to talk.

You didn’t want to wait any longer for a reply from Suguru. You were sure he had seen your message. Growing more frustrated, you thought about going to his shop. But you couldn’t quite remember the name. Just like your aunt had done before, you decided to search Suguru’s name online.

A few articles and an Instagram account called @cursedspiritshop popped up.

When you opened the account, there were tons of photos showcasing beautiful tattoos. As you scrolled down, you saw a photo with three people in it, including Suguru. Yeah, this was his shop. You opened the location listed in the bio. It wasn’t far from your apartment. It would probably take about 20 minutes to grab the jacket and head there.

You left school and made your way home. When you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door, grabbed the jacket from the coat rack, and locked the door again.

Shit. His scent was still on it. At least after returning it, you’d be free of this lingering reminder that was bothering you.

You left your apartment, flagged down an empty taxi, and gave the driver the address. It took less time than you expected to reach the shop.

Even though the shop was in Shinjuku, it wasn’t on a particularly busy street. Holding the jacket in your hand, you walked up to the shop’s entrance.

When you entered, you were greeted by the sound of jazz music and the buzzing of a tattoo machine. To your left was a small waiting area. In front of you was a hallway, and to your right, stairs leading to the upper floor. No one was at the entrance. Even though you knew you should wait there, your curiosity got the best of you, and you directed your steps toward the corridor ahead. The walls of the hallway were lined with many photographs. You had seen these men while browsing the shop’s Instagram account. They were the other people working with Suguru. Looking at the moments captured of them tattooing others, traveling to different countries, and having fun by themselves or with people they love filled you with a warm feeling.

But one particular photo caught your eye. You knew the people in that picture very well.

Suguru, Iris, and Satoru were in the photo, and it was probably old. Suguru and Satoru were wearing school uniforms. Iris had a big smile on her face. Satoru was turned toward Suguru, seemingly complaining about something. And Suguru… He was laughing with his eyes closed, perhaps in the most genuine way you had ever seen. Everyone looked so natural and beautiful that you wished you could be there in that moment.

Someone coming out of the room at the end of the corridor noticed you looking at the photos.

“Did you like the photos miss?”

You were so lost in thought that you flinched slightly when you heard the voice and turned your head toward the man in the photos on the wall.

“Uh, yes… They look great.”

Taking off the black gloves on his hands as he walked toward you, the man spoke again. “The boss thought it would be nice to decorate this wall with memories we love, so he came up with this idea. At first, it seemed a bit too crowded to me, but this has become my favorite spot in the shop.” When he finally reached you, he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you miss, I’m Choso.” You reached out your hand as well and introduced yourself. Then you asked, “Is Suguru Geto here by any chance?”

“Oh, the boss? He’s not here right now. He only has appointments at 8 and 9 today. But he’ll be here in a couple of hours. Would you like to wait miss?”

Damn my timing, you thought. But perhaps waiting for a couple of hours wouldn’t hurt.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“Please, head to the room in front. I’ll go make some coffee and join you miss.” The man, who you now knew as Choso, quickly disappeared into the entrance area.

When you entered the room, you were greeted by a spacious area. You noticed two tattoo chairs. One had a customer in it, and another man was giving him a tattoo.

Without lifting his head, the tattooist asked, “Welcome, did you have an appointment?”

“Oh no, I’m looking for the Geto uhm i mean boss.”

“He’s not here at the moment, but he’ll be here in a few hours. If you want to wait—”

“Yes, I know. The guy who came out of the this room just told me to wait in here. Is that okay for you?”

“Of course, please have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the chairs across from him.

You thanked him and sat down. You began to study the room. There were various drawings of mythical creatures hanging on the off white walls. To the left of the chair you were sitting in was a computer and a copy machine. Next to the tattoo chairs were two antique wooden tables holding the necessary equipment. The room was beautiful. It had a unique atmosphere.

Five minutes later, Choso entered the room, holding cups in his hands.

“It seems you like observing your surroundings miss?”

You hadn’t realized how much you were admiring the place. You got up to help Choso by taking the other cup and placing it on the table in front of the couch.

“Well, I don’t usually, but this place is really nice. I thought Geto had no taste.”

Both Choso and the tattooist burst out laughing.

“Oh, did you hear that, Ichiro? Someone finally agrees with us.”

Without lifting his head from his work, the tattooist, Ichiro, said, “I never thought I’d live to see the day…”

Choso turned to you and said, “The boss is definitely a tasteless guy. This room was decorated by me and Ichiro. Thankfully the boss was considerate enough to let us handle it.”

Curiously, you asked Choso, “How long have you been working here?”

“I’ve been here for four years miss. And this kid,” he pointed at the tattooist, “has been here for almost a year. He’s the boss’s assistant. Still an apprentice, but his work is pretty good.”

“Awww, are you praising me, Choso?”

Choso rolled his eyes, “Once you’re done with your work, I’ll show you what real praise looks like.”

“Bring it on, emo boy,” Ichiro replied, giving Choso a mischievous grin. “Alright, it’s done, Jun!” Ichiro told his client as he finished the tattoo, while Choso turned to you, “So, what brings you here, miss?”

God, why was this guy so polite?

“Oh, please, no need to be formal. Well, I came to give something to the boss.”

“Oh, I see. Is it the jacket you’re holding?”

Your gaze shifted to the jacket. “Yeah. Uh, he gave it to me…”

“Hmmm, so the boss finally got himself a girlfriend after all this time?”

“No, no, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not his girlfriend. I never will be. God forbid! Who would want to date someone like him?”

Choso burst out laughing again. “I liked you, doll. You’ve got a good sense of humor.”

“Thanks… I guess.”

“Oh no, I should be thanking you. I haven’t laughed this much in a long time.”

“Alright, now that my client’s gone, I guess I can join you guys…” You hadn’t even noticed the client leaving, but now Ichiro had joined your conversation too.

You didn’t know how long you had been talking, but chatting with these guys had really entertained you. They had shared everything about their lives, from how they got into this business to how they met Suguru. Right now, you were all laughing, listening to Ichiro tell a story about the time he had a threesome while drunk.

“God, it was so bad… Who throws up during sex? AND ON THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE! THE DAY I FINALLY HAD A THREESOME. UGH, GOD…”

Laughing, you replied, “Was having a threesome really the most important day of your life?”

“What do you expect from this kid? He loses his mind as soon as he sees boobs and ass. Throw in another pair, and of course, he lost it,” Choso added, laughing.

“Hey, don’t act like you wouldn’t lose it too! I’m telling you, they were so soft, and—”

A throat clearing sound abruptly interrupted the conversation. All three of you turned to see Geto standing at the entrance, looking at you as if to say, what the hell is going on here? You could sense that he was slightly shocked to see you there.

Ichiro broke the silence, saying, “Boss, welcome! We were just waiting for you with doll here.”

Geto’s angry gaze fixed on Ichiro. “Doll?”

“Uh, I mean your guest,” Ichiro said, pointing towards you.

You just stared at Geto, unsure of what to do. It seemed he was not at all pleased with your presence.

“So, doll huh…” His eyes roamed over you again. Then he continued, “I think monkey brain suits her better, don’t you think?”

Huh.

No one spoke. Ichiro and Choso seemed taken aback by Geto’s reaction. Meanwhile, you were plotting how to strangle Geto.

This was definitely a declaration of war. But you had no intention of losing.

As you looked at Choso and Ichiro, you said, “Oh, don’t mind your boss. His social skills are so underdeveloped that he prefers to call me monkey brain as a compliment. After all, he adores me.”

A small smirk appeared on Geto’s face. “Oh, you’re definitely wrong, monkey brain. I call you that because you’re utterly useless. Incompetent, a burden to others, and just like a monkey, you act like a fool, seeking attention like a little clown…”

The room fell into a deathly silence. No one said a word.

Staring at Geto with a soulless expression, you replied, “Despite how incompetent and needy for attention i am, it seems like you’ve forgotten what happened on Saturday.” You stood up while holding the leather jacket, and walked slowly towards Geto. The smirk on his face had vanished, replaced with an expression like someone anticipating their opponent’s next move, full of fury.

“Oh, or did you forget? The way you ogled every detail of the black dress I was wearing. How, when you dropped me off at my place, your eyes were glued to my ass as I left…” You raised yourself onto your tiptoes, leaning in close enough that only he could hear your next words. “But most importantly, the jacket you gave me. Not just because I was cold, but because you wanted me to remember your scent, didn’t you, Geto?” Then you pulled away.

There was a look in Suguru’s eyes that you couldn’t quite identify. It was like he wanted to destroy you. Relishing in your small victory, you said, “Anyway, here’s your jacket. I don’t want anything of yours to remain with me. The sooner I return it, the better. Thanks again for Saturday, Geto.” You turned to Choso and Ichiro, whose mouths were hanging open. “It was nice meeting you, guys. Let’s hang out sometime. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a while.” Finally, you turned back to Geto, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips, knowing how much it would irritate him, and you headed towards the exit.

You knew he was seething inside. But there was nothing you enjoyed more than tearing down a know-it-all jerk, especially when that jerk was Suguru Geto.

You were just about to open the front door and leave when a hand suddenly grabbed your arm.

Suguru pinned you hard against the door (for a moment, you thought the glass might break), his arms on either side of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

“I came to return your jacket.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Even though he wasn’t yelling, his voice was full of fury.

“Why would I lie? I even texted you, but I guess you preferred to ignore my message and call, Geto.”

He had look on his face as if he hadn’t even known about your message or call. “How did you get my number?”

“Are you stupid? I got it from Iris. Don’t worry, I didn’t even save it. I have no use for your number.”

“Then how did you find this place?”

“And you call me monkey brain? I just Googled your name and found the shop. It wasn’t that hard. Oh, and congrats on the Inked Magazine interview. Not everyone can pull that off.”

A grin appeared on Geto’s face for some reason you couldn’t understand. “Uh, were you researching me, brat? You could’ve just asked Iris where I worked, but you didn’t. That’s because you were curious about me, weren’t you? Tell me, do you remember that interview? Ah, if not, let me remind you because I’m sure I know which part piqued your interest the most.” Your body stiffened. He noticed this, and you knew he was enjoying it. He continued, “They asked me what type of women I liked. I told them I preferred confident, intelligent, and mature women. God knows, how sad you were when you read that because you’re none of those things, brat.”

As he pulled his face away, you regretted every word you had said. How could I have been so careless? you thought. You had basically admitted to stalking him. Even though your aunt had actually found the article, you knew saying that now would only make things worse. Shit. It looked like today’s battle wasn’t going to end in the victory you had anticipated.

“Look at me, brat. Look into my eyes,” he ordered, and despite not wanting to, you obeyed. “Don’t ever come here again. Don’t talk to my colleagues . Whatever sneaky plans you’ve got, forget about them. Now, get the hell out of here.”

You were breathing hard, furious. You wanted to strangle yourself for letting him win. Without looking back, you walked out the door and kept walking. Only nicotine could calm you down right now. Lighting a cigarette, you took a long drag. You had made a huge mistake. You had made yourself look like a pathetic person who was stalking him. That thought plagued you all the way to the subway.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

As soon as you got home, you went to the living room and threw yourself onto the couch in frustration. You covered your face with your hands, trying to process what had happened.

Every time you remembered how that jerk had made you feel like a fucking stalker, your face turned red with anger.

You had wanted to break your fingers when you searched his name online. Why hadn’t you asked Iris where is his shop? Then you remembered him mentioning the article about himself you searched for, and you let out a small scream.

You needed to get a grip. You got up from where you were lying, took off your jacket, and hung it on the coat rack by the entrance. When you returned to the living room, you took your phone out of your bag and went to your messages. The messages you had sent Suguru still appeared unread. What a jerk. He acted like ignoring messages was cool. After deleting the conversation from your message box, you had done perhaps the stupidest thing you could do.

You had opened Suguru’s Inked Magazine article and navigated to the interview section that he claimed to have read but you hadn’t.

R: Well, Mr. Geto, how about we move on to questions about your personal life?

SG: Ah, my least favorite…

R: Please, the people who are crazy about you have been searching for answers to these questions for years. First of all, what kind of women do you like?

SG: I don’t know if I have a specific type. But when I meet someone who is intelligent, mature, and confident, they attract me.

R: Hmm, that was quite fiery, Mr. Geto. Another question; despite having an Instagram account for your shop, we couldn’t find your personal account. Could it be that a lady in your life might not want it?

SG: My colleague who works with me suggested creating an account for the shop to reach a wider audience. I never supported it at first. I don’t understand these things, I’m not someone who looks at their phone much. I told him to do whatever he wanted. Although I don’t want to admit it, it was probably the right decision. We can now reach a larger audience. It made appointment scheduling easier for us. But I guess that’s not what you’re really interested in.

R: Haha, definitely not.

SG: Well, no, I don’t have anyone in my life. I never considered and don’t plan to consider creating an account for myself. Even if I did, I wouldn’t close it for anyone.

After reading the interview, you received a notification from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Are you rereading the interview to refresh your memory, brat?

HOLY.SHIT

Even though Satoru always said his instincts were strong, it seemed Suguru’s were even stronger.

Fuck, how could he have guessed?

You: I don’t even care about you and your stupid interview. And congratulations you finally found the message section on your phone!

The reply came quickly.

Unknown Number: Oh, it didn’t look like that when you told me you read it.

Unknown Number: I woke up at 4 pm today. I got ready and came to the shop as soon as I got up. Only now I was able to check my phone.

You: I don’t care about your explanation. I’d be very happy if you didn’t write again, Geto 🙂

Unknown Number: I wanted to ask if you got home, otherwise, why would I write to you?

You: Why does it matter to you whether I went home or not?

Unknown Number: I’m not that bad of a guy, brat. Are you at home?

You: Yes.

He had only marked your message as seen. You clicked on “Save Contact” and changed his name to “Suguru Geto.”

You didn’t know why you saved him. Even though you had said you wouldn’t need his number, your body had done it independently.

As if it knew you might need it in the future…

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(suguru geto art by @pipa.zip on insta)

@lilacbunnygirl don't copy or translate my story

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seishironagi2 · 4 months

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A Love Across Eras

A/n: Hi, my angels! I know this chapter took a bit longer, but that homework pile kept staring. (it's all math,school starts on the 5th help)

summary: James learns about your little slip up.

James Sirius Potter x muggle-born!reader

word count: 1419

warnings: corny shit, inappropriate pickup lines?

read the previous parts: part one part two part three part four

James carried you in his arms– bridal style, walking upstairs, the other James being held by Remus and Sirius.

you had a low alcohol tolerance. you knew that. James knew that. and now, everyone knows that.

"Jamie, you know I loveee you." You say, drunkenly expressing your love for the boy.

the boy softly smiles, kissing your forehead while he opens the door in one hand.

"Why aren't you saying it back, Jamie? you don't love me?" You say as the boy carries you to your shared room.

"I love you to the moon and to Saturn angel," he says while he helps you change into more comfortable clothing

your giggles never seem to stop, and the smile doesn't dissappear.

"You're so handsome, Jamie." You say as the boy tucks you into bed, kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, baby," he says softly, chuckling a bit at your words. James gets in the bed beside you, joining you.

"Jamie. I made a mistake a couple of days ago, but I didn't tell you." You babble, almost about to fall asleep.

"Why didn't you tell me, angel?" He says, putting a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

" 'was scared how you'd react. I knew you'd be mad." You respond

"Now it's alright, tell me what happened. I'll try my hardest not to be mad." he says softly. He bites his lip, wondering what it was.

"i- I told Remus everything Jamie, he knows that We're from 43 years later and how to prevent their deaths. that's why Peter isn't hanging out with them anymore." You say sitting up, tears spilling from your eyes

"That's okay, my angel. how about we talk about this tomorrow, hm?" James says, a soft and sad smile on his face. his hands cupping your face and slowly wiping tears away.

you nod softly, heading into the boy's arms. the boy holds you, patting your back as you fall asleep, softly snoring.

you wake up to an empty bed. all the memories of last night rushing to you as James walks in, holding two teas in his hands

"Oh, you're up. good, we need to talk." he says softly as he hands you the tea. you smile, taking the tea from the boy.

the moment he says that all the sounds around you stop, and a small panic fills your body as your hands slowly shake.

you pause, taking a deep breath as you look at him. -hands still shaking-

"what's wrong Jamie?" You say looking up at the boy, twiddling your thumbs

"y/n. why would you do that. fuck, what about our future. are you ready to risk all that just to prevent a war?" james says, pacing around the room.

"James, he doesn't know much. I swear to you. I only told him things relevant to himself." You say, nervous

"y/n, this could've changed everything." he says, halting as he heads outside the door.

hours pass, and James is ignoring you every chance he gets. that doesn't stop you from running after him, saying your apologies over and over again.

"Jamie, please forgive me. I'm so sorry." You say as you kiss his face repeatedly. his hands resting on your waist while you do so.

he ignores you completely, looking over at sirius as the two of them continue to plan the biggest prank yet.

you continue to stick with the boy, his ignorance not once stopping. you knew he was stubborn, but damn.

you needed him to break, and you needed him to break fast. because you couldn't work with him being mad at you.

"hey Jamie, are you the school stairs?" You say as sirius pauses, giving you a puzzled look.

"cause you take my breath away." You say, looking straight into the boy's eyes. sirius' laugh breaks your silence. as it echos through the room

"Hey, Jamie." You start once again. "Are you crispy chicken and fries?" You say while Sirius looks at you.

"cause no matter how many options I have, I'll always choose you," I say, softly giggling.

"Aw, come on y/n? Is that all you got?" Sirius questions while James holds his face in his hands.

"James, you know. I'd never play hide and seek with you." sirius says as he looks at your boyfriend.

"and whys that sirius?" You question,clearly teasing your loving boyfriend now.

"Because y/n, I can't risk ever losing someone like him," Sirius finishes, causing you to giggle loudly.

"Jamie, are you a candle? .. cause I'm gonna blow you." You say, straight-faced, causing James to choke on his spit and sirius to break into the biggest laugh.

james starts to blush as his hands leave your waist, covering his face.

"knock knock." sirius says.

"who's there." james responds

"where when?" sirius says

"where when who?" james asks

"your place, tonight, just me and you." Sirius finishes as James groans, resting his head on your shoulder.

you wink at sirius, thanking him for his help.

"hey Jamie." You start

"Is your name highway. cause I want to ride you all night long." You say, causing james to groan, his grip on your waist tightening.

" hey jamie" you start as one of his hands leave your waist, covering your mouth

"Shut up, please." he says as he holds you tighter. sirius takes the cue and makes his leave, closing our dorm door behind him.

"Jamie, I'm truly sorry. I am, but. you've heard the stories about your dad's childhood. you know how rough it was for him?" You say, holding James' face in your hands.

"I know, but. we haven't gone too deep into the consequences yet. what if it changes everything y/n. what if I lose you. I can't do that y/n I just can't risk it." he says as he finally looks at you. tears brimming on his waterline.

"Jamie, that'll never happen. you and I, We're soulmates, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you are stuck with me. forever and always dumbass. we are together in every universe." I say softly, kissing your cheek.

you break the silence. "So forgive me, my love?" You ask, looking at the boy.

"only if you help us with a prank." he responds, a cheeky smile on his face

"Fine."

a couple of days pass, while the marauders, james, albus, and you start to plan 'the greatest prank ever' and for some bizzare reason, it all revolved around animals.

there were multiple ideas, and all of them were going to happen.

James' idea was to let five pigs into the school, numbering them each as 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, making them search around the school endlessly.

Sirius added to that idea by saying they can put a spell on them. so that to anyone other than the group. they would look like a crocodile, adding an element of fear.

Remus said, having a ghost band following dumbledore will ruffle his feathers.

the group divided into two. albus remus and you and James Sirius and your james

the three of you started working on your park for a day each. once you were done. the six of you met outside the room of requirements. remus had the ghosts ready to go, and sirius, james and your james had their cages for the pigs.

"on your count y/n." Sirius says as they finish getting ready.

"Three. two. one." You say as the boys let go of everything. immediately chaos begins to errupt as you all run back to the common room, your laughs echoing through the stairwell. the group immediately runs to your dorm.

"Ready to forgive me, Jamie?" You ask, struggling to catch your breath

"Angel, I forgave you ages ago. I just wanted to prank with you." james says a smile on his face as you lay down in the boy's lap.

the group talk for hours and hours occasional giggles are heard. you abruptly stand up, causing you to get some looks.

"Guys, I have some news." You say

"Oh gods don't tell me your pregnant." Sirius says

"Ew, i don't want to be an uncle already" Albus adds

"Now , Alfred. I'm sure you'll be a great uncle." James, the first teases

"Aww, look at the father. His face is so pink." Remus says, accidentally snorting, which causes everyone to break into laughter.

"no guys im not pregnant, but, in my free time. I've been doing more then just that." You say winking as James nods in agreement.

"I have officially finished all of our research. and we will be sadly heading home tomorrow." You say as a tear falls from Sirius' eyes.

"but trust me when I tell you. we will meet again." I say softly as I smile. my arms instantly wrapping around sirius

hey angels :) next chapter will be out soon, I'm hoping to finish this before my schools starts on Wednesday :)

part 6

#albus severus potter #harry potter #james potter #james sirius potter #lily evans #remus lupin #sirius black #arthur weasley #molly weasley #percy weasley

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droughtofapathy · 4 months

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"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

The Hours

This is my second time seeing The Hours at the Met, the first being when it premiered in late 2022. I've seen a few operas in my day, and I once again must conclude that I do not care for this artform. It's a beautiful type of performance art with gorgeous vocals, but at my core, I am a lyrics person, and opera has a set style that doesn't jive with my love of Sondheim-cleverness. I also (speaking as an expert on nothing here) think English-language operas lose some of the best tonal qualities in languages where there are less consonants and more broad vowels. It's more difficult to project those consonants and the lyrics aren't as soaring. Maybe front orchestra seats aren't good for a more robust auditory experience? But I did notice there seemed to be projection issues for a number of the actors, though it could also be age factoring in. I love Renee Fleming dearly, and her tone and high range are as magnificent as ever, but just as I noticed last time around, she's not able to project at the same level that Joyce DiDonato (so incredible, my god) and Kelli O'Hara can. And Kelli doesn't project as well as Joyce, though that's also a voice part thing, I assume, in addition to just sheer training and experience. (I think they should be mic'ed, which is sacrilege, I know, but it's time.)

The story itself is beautiful, though it's not really a fun experience for me in having to keep looking back and forth between the action onstage and the lyric captions on the back of the seat. I think, ultimately, this show was more enjoyable the first time around not knowing anything. I'd never watched the movie, I didn't know the story, I didn't want to know. And so the big reveal moments floored me. The onstage quick-change for Kelli as she aged 40 years into the future was so astounding and delightful to see that first time. And when the trio finally coalesced in that gorgeous finale... Damn. This time was lovely, but less satisfactory. (But as always, Kelli O'Hara's voice is a sexual experience.)

Oh, and I will take a moment to recognize John Holiday, the countertenor in the 2022 production and the first four shows this season. His voice took that role and sent it into the stratosphere. The performer this time around was very good, but not in the same league.

Verdict: Artistically Amazing; Personally, No Thanks

A Note on Ratings

#the hours #opera #met opera #renee fleming #kelli o'hara #joyce didonato #theatre #welcome to the theatre: diary of a broadway baby #they really didn't do much to make kelli look like a woman in her 70s/80s in that last scene though #give her a white wig dammit

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belovedholland · 3 years

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Could you write real big angst with Tom, where him and the reader are arguing over Tom not prioritising the relationship and spending more time with the boys then the reader? Thank you :))

I love this idea, I hope you like how it turned out :)

Priorities

》 summary: Tom prioritises the boys over you without meaning to hurt you, and when you confront him about it, you are both left heartbroken

pairing: Tom x reader

warning: Swearing

w/c: 2.0k

a/n: Damn, I love angst. I tried making it as fast as I could. It was a little hard in the beginning, but when I got it, I couldn't stop.

navigation , part 2

After one and a half hour spend in the bathroom, you finally finished getting ready for Tom and yours date night. It was a Saturday night you had longed for so long, both you and Tom had had a lot of work to do, so you didn't have a lot of time to spend together.

You had put on your new deep blue dress that Tom got you for Valentines day, you hadn't gotten to use it yet, so this was the perfect time. Your hair was curled and sat up in a half up half down style with some gold clips. Your make-up matched perfect with the dress, as well as the gold jewlery.

Watching yourself in the body lenght mirror, you were sure Tom would be speachless.

You sat down on the bed to take on your high heels. Then giving yourself a quick glance before walking out into the living room.

When you walked out, you were met with four pairs of eyes, when you were only expecting one pair.

Why was Harry, Harrison and Tuwaine sitting on the sofas, along with Tom that was still in his sweater and joggers?

Had he forgotten?

Was it not today? No, you were sure it was today.

All the boy's eyes stared at you supriced and confused.

"Damn. What gave us the honor to look at a goddess?"

"Shut up, Tom is right there." You heard Tuwaine whisper to Harry.

You looked at Tom, and you were right as to before, he was speachless. His mouth agape, forzen in place as he looked at you.

It took him a couple of seconds before he jumped off the sofa, and made his way to you.

"Love, you look absolutely phenomenal," he said while he placed his hand on your hip, his eyes scanning you up and down. "But uhm," confusion was written all over his face. "Why?"

He really had forgotten.

"It's date night." His eyes widdened at your words.

"That was tonight?"

"Yeah." Sadness was heard in your voice.

You looked over at the boys, which had gone back to a conversation, trying to ignore the awkwardness of this.

"I'm so sorry, I have no idea how I could forget."

"It's okay, there is like half an hour till the reservation, if you are quick, we can still make it in time," you said with a smile.

"Don't you think that's a little pointless? I mean the boys are here, and I don't think we can make it in time, since I'm no way near ready. I will cancel our table, and book a new for tomorrow."

"I have spent one and a half hours getting ready, for nothing, don't you think that's pointless?" Tom could easily hear the annoyance in your voice, but decided ignore it, not wanting to make a scene, when the boys were present. So he just answered with a quick "sorry" and a kiss on the cheek.

He returned back to his place on sofa. "You can join if you would want to."

You gave him a tight smile, which was good enough for him to return back to his conversation.

You stood there frozen, looking at him laughing with the boys, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just ditches you for the boys.

You never joined them, you changed clothes, read in your book, made some mac n' cheese for everyone, saw a couple episodes of Friends, then went to bed early.

The next day, you were still mad at him, but decided to let it slide and just have a good time, but that was ruined dramaticly by the weather. There was nothing but a heavy rain, so you cancelled your table once again.

You had imagined you would use the day cuddles up watching movies and eating snacks, but Tom had some other plans.

"I'm going to the boy's, since I don't really have anything better to do, I will be home around 8, I think."

You hadn't had any time to process, what he said, before he was making his way to the door.

Yesterday was one things, but now yet again.

--♡--

The following friday evening, you both came home late, so you quickly made some food. You then started a movie wanting to relax and cuddled after both working for a week.

Half way into the movie it was forgotten, when you and Tom concentrated more on each other. "Should we turn the TV off?"

"Yeah probably," you said between kisses. Tom reached over for the remote and you sat up straight on the sofa.

"Come here." He smirked at you, after the TV was off. He pulled his shirt off, then opened his arms for you, and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso while giving him a passionate kiss.

"You look so damn beautiful," he told you. His mouth was quickly back on your, as he made his way towards the bedroom.

"Did you hear that?" He stopped on the spot, looking in your eyes, and focusing on the suroundings, instead of how many hickies, he could leave on your skin.

"Mhm, no." You kissed his neck, trying to make him focus on you again, but it didn't work.

"Sounded like my ringtone." He pulled away and dropped you back on your feet.

"Tom it's probably not something important," you said as he turned around, and started making his way back to the living room, where he had left his phone.

"But maybe it is," he reasoned, as you both walked back into the room.

"Who is it?" you asked when he picked up the phone. He took the phone to his ear after whispering "Harrison".

"Can't it wait? Can you not just call him back later." He ignored you completely, and sat down on the couch, so irritated you went to your room.

You checked the time again, it had now been over 15 minutes since he took the phone call from Harrison.

Were they really still talking?

Or had he just forgotten to come back to you afterwards.

Wanting an answer you went into the living room, and you were met by Tom's laughter, phone to his ear.

It didn't look serious at all, and you were pretty sure it could have waited till later.

You decided to sit down on the sofa opposite him, for two reasons. One: You felt alone, and wanted some company, it didn't give you much tho. Two: Hoping he would stop the conversation earlier, seeing how his girlfriend was waitimg for him.

When he then finally said goodbye and put down his phone, you checked the time again, so you knew how long his conversation had taken.

"What did he want?"

"Oh he just called to tell me about a role he got." He said while moving to sit down next you.

"And that couldn't wait till later? We were kinda in the middle of something."

"Well nothings stopping us now," he said with a smirk, then caressed your cheek.

"Yeah no, it kinda ruined the mood." You removed his hand from your cheek.

"I'm sorry." He said with a little chuckle, hands up in defence, but his voice was obviously sarcastic. That annoyed you even more.

"You should be. It could have waited."

"It was just a quick phone call."

"First of all it wasn't a short phone called, it took you 25 minutes. And even if it was short, then it was still something that could have waited."

"Why are you getting so angry."

"Because!" You stod up from the sofa, and yelled down at him. Then walking a round a little. You had had enough, he didn't see thd problem, and it felt like he was blaming you.

"Chill. It was just a phone call." He tried again, standing up as well.

"But it wasn't. It wasn't just a phone call."

"What do you then wanna call it?"

"It feels like you never have time for me, or that you never want to make time for me." The annoyance in your voice was beginning to get to him, he couldn't see what he had done wrong.

"That is probably the biggest lie I have ever heard, that is so dumb."

"I said: "It feels like." It wasn't a statement, it's my feelings."

"Well then your feelings are dumb!" Tom didn't mean it like that, your feelings weren't dumb, but the anger got to him, and he was now annoyed too.

"Don't yell at me."

"Then don't accuse me for not making time for you. Y/n I have a job, that's why I don't have time."

"I know, but when you then do have time, you don't use it on me." You tried ro explain.

"Then what do I use it on?" His voice was sharp and attacking.

"Your stupid fucking friends! Can you really not see that?" It was a combination of a yell and a cry.

"What do you mean?"

"Last Saturday. We had a date night, you forgot and ditched me for your friends," you said slowly.

"I said you were welcome to join." He tried to explain.

"Do you really think I was in the mood to hang out with my boyfriend and the guys he ditched me for. No."

"Well I'm sorry, I didn't think it was such a big deal."

"I was just missing you, and I had really looked forward for finally having a date night. And then the next day, you were with them again."

"It was raining too much to go out."

"I know, but we could have a date night at home, but then you just spent the day over at their house. Again, not making time for me." You could feel the tears that were filling up in your eyes.

"You could have said something," he said with a softer voice, but still a little harsh.

"But it wasn't a big deal then."

"Then why is it a big deal now?"

"Cuz you kept prioritosing the boys over me." That made him annoyed, he would always have you as number one priority.

"Those two times, how much more could I have done?" he asked annoyed.

"You have just had a fucking conversation with Harrison when we were about to have sex for fucks sake! Finally some alone time, but no! Harrison is way more important!" The first couple if tears came running down. The more arguments you made, the clearer it was for Tom to see the real problem.

"Whenever we are with them -which first of all is way too often- you only focus on them, you don't show any kind of affection toward me." When he saw the tears in your eyes, he knew how bad he had messed up, he knew you were hurt, and it hurt him.

"They hate pda." He tried to reason, tho he knew it wouldn't help.

"Does pda include kisses and pecks?" He didn't answer.

"You know what it feels like? It's feels as if you only want to be with me, when we are alone, and as soon as the boys join, you forget about me, and would much rather be with them." It hurt him seeing the pain in your eyes. Your tears were streaming down, and he could even feel his own coming.

"I never meant for it to feel like that." You were both two mess'.

"I've had enough of it," you said with a waterfall of tears.

"Y/n." His voice was pleading, pleading for your forgiveness.

"Why don't you just go and date one of the boys?" You yelled as you made your way towards the door.

"Because I love you, not the boys!" Tom tried to explain, but he knew it was too late.

"Doesn't feel like it!" you yelled and opened the door.

"Y/n! Stop!" He yelled after you, but you had already slammed the door shut.

"FUCK!"

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And They Were 'Just' Roomates? [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: Levi and reader are roommates and he is stuck with his feelings while you are dating Zeke Jaeger. Two years after graduating university, they now live together and Levi is still stuck pining for you whilst you're with Zeke... until you break up.

Tw: alcohol consumption, reader is a drunk, emotional mess, some drunk making out, levi being a diehard SIMP and Zeke being kind of an asshole.

This was part of july prompt event 'Roommates', hosted by @anlian-aishang ! thanks for hosting this!

From fellow students, to friends, to work colleagues, to roommates and… well, that was it, right?

Levi Ackerman walked down the hallway of the apartment, his hands trailing against the architrave. Leather satchel was thrown around his shoulder that was full to the brim of English papers and his other hand had a glass of water. He was wearing a buttoned up blue shirt and grey slacks and his nice shoes. One would say he was dressed nicely… but could the same be said about his roommate?

“[F/n].” He called out to you through the door after knocking.

It was Friday morning, and anyone would be in a good mood on a Friday, right?

Wrong; not you, anyway. After what happened last night, you traipsed into the apartment late at night and the sight of you made Levi stand up from the sofa and pause the nature documentary he was blindly watching while correcting papers. You walked through the door with the spaghetti straps of your dress hanging down your shoulders, your mascara dripping down your face from your tears and your eyes red-raw as you continued to gasp in massive strokes.

It was an ever-evolving situation with your ex, Zeke. He had grown increasingly angrier and more jealous of your living situation with your friend. Loads of fights and resentment from him towards you and the raven-haired man you lived with had you questioning your feelings towards him. And perhaps towards the end, your love for him had run out… You don’t know how they zapped up so quickly; you and Zeke had once considered marriage and a life together, and it was going well even when you and Levi moved in together initially. After all, Zeke was over at your apartment basically all the time.

And perhaps he noticed the way the raven-haired man looked at you, or the way his hand rested on your shoulder a bit too much, or the way he had your takeaway order memorised.

Perhaps he had figured out Levi’s secret feelings for you…

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when he dumped you in public last night. At you two’s favourite café. At the place of your first date.

And so you wandered in late last night sobbing your heart out, instantly throwing yourself onto the couch next to Levi, despite you knowing he wasn’t the most touchy-feely person out there. Still, to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you after a few seconds and rubbed your back in circles as you cried. You looked and felt disgusting; fat teardrops and snot dripping down your face, and yet he still chose to hug you

He was just such a kind person. Such a kind friend. A kind roommate.

He wasn’t an idiot. He had been listening to you cry yourself to sleep for the past month now, watching you intently type away on your phone when you two were probably having another fight. He heard you crying and yelling over the phone during arguments from your bedroom. After all, he had his failed relationships too. He knew the process and the path this was taking. And you were there at his side when his relationships had failed.

Being roommates and teachers at the same school did have its perks. Levi had rang ahead of you and told your principal you were taking a sick day.

Levi sighed when you hadn’t opened the door. He wasn’t running late by any means, but he loved to be early. Loved it.

They’re alive… right? Yeah, of course, he said to himself. He leaned down onto the door handle - hands being full and all - and pushed inside.

Curtains were drawn shut, your takeaway from last night knocked over on your desk, teddies and various gifts from the relationship were torn apart on the floor… Levi did his best to walk around every obstacle in his way until he came across the bundle of sheets and blankets. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down. He peered down at the floor below him and saw all the tissues you had tossed out over the side.

You wasted the entire box of tissues - the lavender scented tissues and that were his favourite! - but he’d lecture you another time. You were clearly not having a good time.

“[F/n]...” he called out gently. You shrivelled up in response and he sighed for the umpteenth time. “Will you at least crawl out of your blanket prison and drink some water? Damn it, I can’t have you getting dehydrated from your crying last night.”

Oh, but he couldn’t resist the urge to lecture you even the tiniest bit!

“And you used all my good tissues… Erwin got those for me.”

“Erwin can take those tissues and shove them up his ass!” you yelled.

Levi’s face softened at the fact you were still so miserably looking. You didn’t show it on your face - in fact, you looked totally emotionless and empty - and you didn’t respond to his advances. He peeled away the covers and saw you lying in a fetal position clutching your phone, eyes staring at the text messages intently. He snatched your phone and typed in the PIN - you two were that close that you knew each other’s PINs - and he saw you had been texting Zek And he had sent a few messages back.

Zeke: You still don’t know why I dumped you? Are you that slow?

Zeke: I have seen the way he looks at you. I have seen the way you look at him and the way you smile at him. You two are so-called ‘roommates’ but don’t pretend I have forgotten you two’s history in college! How can you two ever expect to be just roommates?! Never contact me again. What a damn waste of two whole fucking years.

The raven-haired man shook his head and he made the decision for you to block his number and delete all media and traces of him from your phone.

“You’re not texting him anymore,” he told you, “He wasn’t good for you. He was never going to be good for you, [F/n].”

Your hand reached out for your phone and you plugged it back in to charge it and you rose from your lying position. Good heavens, you looked… not good. The bra you had worn to bed was poking out of your camisole and your hair was a mess. Levi reached forward and pulled the strap up, being careful to not let his hands linger too long.

You didn’t seem to be in the mood for talking, and he didn’t blame you. He was just trying to look out for you, as a roommate… right?

He pressed down on his knees as he stood up and stretched. He reached down for his leather satchel and told you when he’d be back and to try not to let this take up more of your sick days. “Drink your damn water, too.” He warned.

Levi left with a ruffle of your hair and you collapsed back into bed, pulling the covers back over you. He procured his blazer from the coat hanger that he normally wore over a button-up and put it on. He felt around for the keys and wallet in his pocket and hurried down the stairs to the carpark. He opened the door to the car and buried his face in his palms.

Was he really not that subtle? Had Zeke seen through it all?

How could he help himself… not when he had been hiding his feelings for you for over two years now… He thought that by being roommates and by living with you, he secretly hoped your living styles would conflict, or you two may not have clashed as friends but maybe living together would be too difficult…

...Or was that all an excuse just to be closer to you? After all, you were two freshly out of college looking for an apartment each, but when he told you he found a nice enough place that was decently priced - and how he was your best friend - how could you say no?

Levi wasn’t one to fake innocence or naivety; he knew exactly what Zeke was referring to when. By which you two had drunkenly hooked up four times throughout your degree. And so started the intense feelings he had for you.

He remembered his feelings started out so innocently. You two were in the same education programme and you took a few modules together and naturally by spending more and more time together, you two got closer. Feelings developed and were repressed time and time again. You’d go out together all the time on walks in the middle of the night or grab a drink at the end of exams, but by not giving this a label, nothing came out of it. You two were just hanging out - not dating - and over time, you convinced yourself that that was all you two would ever be: just friends. Friends with feelings for each other, but friends nevertheless.

And this worked until you two got obscenely drunk at your twenty-first birthday party in your dorm, and woke up in the same bed together the following morning, clothes strewn about and his muscular arms wrapped around you.

And you both told yourselves that it would never happen again, and that it was a one-time thing. That you two would remain friends and never cross that boundary ever again.

Until it happened again not too long after… and again and again and again.

And you two both knew the last time that you two weren't even all that drunk…

He shook his head. No, he couldn’t allow this to clog up his mind and leave him feeling mentally congested. But of course his mind couldn’t help but wander to how good you looked - not including today - or how kind you were. And he recounted the sounds you made and the way you moulded to his touch those few times.

Fuck, I’m in too deep, he says to himself as he begins to drive.

By the time the clock ticked five in the evening, he checked his phone again having not checked it for a few hours. He was sitting in his car now and removed his blazer. He was sitting in the private teachers’ carpark but that didn’t stop a few people knocking on his car window. He would get startled initially but he would give a lazy wave of his palm.

[F/n] [L/n]: Hey Levi. Sorry for all the tears last night. But a few friends have invited me out to get my mind off of… everything. I’ll be heading out at around 5 for a meal and then I’ll be back a few hours after that I think!

Levi shrugged. At least you told him you were going out so he didn’t have to worry.

Alright, see you then and be careful. Don’t lose your keys while you’re out, he texted back.

A notification came through right away.

[F/n] [L/n]: You’re too mean! :( You have no faith in me bestie?

He rolled his eyes. No, he texted back and put his phone onto the phone holder and headed home. He was happy you managed to crawl out of bed as it is, never mind you heading out with your friends. This would do you some good. You normally hung around with the same friends from college too and he knew they’d take care of you in this more fragile state.

Good, he didn’t have to worry about you not eating properly - because, no, Ben and Jerry’s did not count as a meal - or you staying in your duvet prison. He could go home and relax and watch his favourite series he was watching. Perhaps he’d order food or do some yoga…

Wow, he was so easily pleased.

Normally you would text your roommate every couple of hours or so. By 10PM rolled around and no update from you, he eyed his phone and placed it down again. You were fine, surely. He just needed to know you still had your keys so that he didn’t have to stay up waiting for you.

They’re fine, hopefully, and I’m getting tired, he said to himself, his eyes fluttering shut. He reclined onto the sofa more, head connecting with one of the plump cushions and sleep overcame him for a short while.

Or so he thought.

He woke up again when he heard a crowd of young people parading outside the alleyway where his apartment block was located. He inhaled sharply and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and leaned over to check his phone. Damn, still no update from you.

He stood up from the couch and knocked on your bedroom door. “[F/n]?” he called out. No answer.

Okay, clearly it was more than just a meal. You were probably out drinking. No, he wasn’t going to fret.

You didn’t drink too often, but if you were ever emotional while drinking, you were definitely wild and more prone to danger. As soon as the intrusive thoughts began, his phone began to ring. He could feel his palms sweating already. He wiped them off the slacks of his pants he had not changed out of and answered the phone.

“H-Hello? [F/n]?”

“Hi, this is Levi, right?” the female voice came. A little bit slurred but the person seemed okay. “We took a few classes together in college, it’s Christa Lenz.”

“Ah, Christa, yes. Is [F/n] alright?”

Christa seemed hesitant at first. “Um, well… no. Not really. We had a meal and whatever and they were fine then, and then another girl, Sasha, suggested a few drinks. [F/n] seemed up for it and it was all going okay. A bit tipsy but they--”

“Get to the fucking point.” He snapped.

“--[F/n] saw Zeke enter the bar around an hour ago, and they panicked and drank a lot more… Like they downed seven shots already.”

“Is [F/n] okay? Are they awake or conscious?”

“I mean… we’re outside Trost Bar now not too far from your place, but we’re sitting down because they feel nauseous standing. That, and they’re crying a lot. Uh. They’re kind of a mess right now.”

Christa didn’t hear Levi say anything else, but once she heard the footsteps, the door opening and the jingling of keys, she knew he was on his way. Levi momentarily stopped and ran back inside your apartment and grabbed a bottle of water, some painkillers, an empty shopping bag in case you needed to get sick and a few other essentials. He raced back down to his car as fast as his legs could carry him to rush and collect you.

He stepped on the gas. Thankfully, Trost bar was no more than a ten minute drive away but that didn’t mean he was going to take his sweet time.

He could recall the bar vaguely, it was an ideal location for students. It was spacious, but it was also popular so people crammed into it leaving little to no space for anyone else. The bar is hundreds of conversations all trying to compete with the rock music that dominated the atmosphere. It would boom in the speakers and there were speakers everywhere. At first he was confused how he could recall so little else about it but he remembered how much the loud music used to deter him and he’d only ever stay for an hour at a time.

He slowly came to a halt when he found your friend group sitting with you on the pavement. He parked across the road and after looking both ways, he ran across to you. Christa looked up, followed by Mikasa and Sasha. You on the other hand had your head buried between your legs. Levi knelt down and pulled your face into his hands.

“Sheesh, you’ve seen better days.” He remarked. You were clever to have worn waterproof mascara but everything else smudged and rubbed away. He pulled you up by your hands and slung your arms over his shoulder. “Thanks, you guys. I appreciate this.”

He walked you over to his car, but he heard the not-so-silent remark from one of your friends.

“There’s no way they’re just roommates, right?”

He only sighed, sat you down in the seat and passed you the shopping bag he brought from your apartment. He went round to the boot of the car and got you a bottle of water before sitting into the front seat. Leaning over to the glove compartment, he tossed your makeup remover wipes at you with the simple command “wipe” and he pressed on the accelerator.

You could say he was prepared, for sure.

An inexplicable feeling of anger had overcome the short man once you saw you in this drunken, emotional state. You would be able to see it in the way his thin brows had knitted together and the way his teeth ground against each other. Even in your drunken state, you could tell he was driving a bit faster than normal.

The ride home was silent, the tension was palpable. You finished removing the makeup and most of it had gone. Levi noticed you toss the wipe on the floor in your half-sleepy, half drunk state. Under normal circumstances he would have snapped at you to pick it up. Not tonight, though.

“Leviiii…” you drawled, your speech still slurred. When you didn’t get the response, you poked at his muscular thigh repeatedly until his hand reached down to seize your wrist. “You’re-” followed by a hiccup, “you’re angry at me.”

He was angry and he was trying to piece his emotions together. He felt anger towards you for drinking yourself into this state rather than dealing with your emotions in a more healthy way. He was thankful and appreciative that as a roommate, you never drank too often so he never had to come collect you like this, but he hated being held to that title.

Maybe he was angry he was only your roommate. Or he was angry at himself for being jealous of Zeke and angry that he wasn’t the one who got to wake up to you in the mornings after a night of euphoric, raw passion. Because, wow, that man had to grit his teeth and put on headphones many times when Zeke came over.

He was angry at Zeke for upsetting you this much and getting you so upset in the first place. For being so awful to break up with you in the place you two had your first date. He was angry at the thought of not realizing how much more you deserved. If Levi had gone to the bar, he was sure his first would have connected with the bearded-man’s jaw at some point. He was angry that Zeke never appreciated you the way he would have, even if he wasn’t the most emotive or touchy-feely person.

“I’m sorry, Levi…” you murmured, and Levi found himself slowing down. He didn’t want you to apologize, but the tone in your voice that was laden with guilt made his heart lurch forward. He saw a hazy light in the distance and began to glide towards the side of the road. In your blurry state you could make out where he was taking you to. “Levi?”

“Get out.” He said, plainly.

You blinked a few times as you prepared to get out of the car, knowing you’d probably wobble a bit. The dimly lit sign of the OPEN above the diner did make you suddenly hungry.

“I need coffee.” Levi muttered as he opened the door for you.

“Y-You could have used m-mine…” you mumbled, speech still slurring but you were becoming more lucid now.

He could have used yours, but he knew how nice it was to get some fried food after having a few too many drinks. Plus, he knew that you have gotten quite sensitive before when drunk or even a bit hangry. He walked to the double doors that were polished so clean you couldn’t see the glass. He walked in ahead and opened the door and held it open.

When the pair of you sat down, you ordered a cheeseburger and a vanilla milkshake which came with a side of fries. The already forming hangover was starting to hit but the smell of fried food was doing well to neutralize it for now. Fluorescent lights kept the counter lit and the slight hum that came from them was giving Levi a headache, but he tried to zone in on the jukebox in the corner that was playing some classics from the 70s. Still, Levi’s anger continued to brew and he knew he’d pop if he didn’t get home to sleep away his turbulent feelings. Once the food came, Levi quickly stood up to go to the bathroom and you eagerly ate, too engrossed in the saltiness of your burger and the sugar of your milkshake to even realize he had gone. He did swipe a chip from your bowl though and dipped it into some tangy garlic mayo once he came back, once he had shoved something into his pocket. You eyeballed him for a second.

“You didn’t actually go pee, you paid for me.” You deduced.

“You have no proof.”

“I can check your online banking,” you said, leaning over to swipe his phone. You heard him mutter something about how you didn’t know his PIN or login-details. “Two, five, one, two...” you whispered, the date and month of his birthday.

Levi only blinked and leaned over to snatch his phone. “Just shut up and eat your food.”

You munched in more tense silence. Once you finished, you two left and walked back to Levi’s car. Given how no one chased after you two, that confirmed that Levi had paid.

The more you babbled on the way home, the harder Levi gripped the steering wheel. The sooner you get over this breakup, the better for him. He knew it was just drunk rambling but he was getting so obscenely frustrated. He was tired, he wanted to sleep.

When you two arrived back home at the apartment, he walked inside and held the door open for you. If anything, he needed the paracetamol more than you now. He walked over to the counter to get a glass of water for himself until you beckoned him over.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew he was pissed. And you hated going to bed if you knew someone was angry at you.

“Sit next to meeeee!” you called out in a sing-song. You patted the seat next to you. “You’re so grumpy! Can we talk about it?”

“No. Don’t wanna talk about it. You’re drunk.”

“Am not!” you cried, standing up.

Levi leaned back against the countertop, chugging on the glass of water. “Oh, yeah?” he challenged. “Go on, then. Stand on one foot, hold it for thirty seconds.”

“Nooooo problemoooo…” you replied. You raised the sole of your foot to touch the side of your knee and calf and brought your hands into high prayer. You were doing it… you were doing it…

Until you stumbled and fell after four seconds.

“Hammered.” Levi declared.

You pouted. Okay, if he wasn’t going to talk, you’d have to make him. And what better way than to try to cheer him up?! You sprang to your feet and ran around behind the opposite side of the countertop, before crawling on top of it. You heard Levi beginning to question your actions but he had no time to react when you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You just managed to force Levi into giving you a piggy-back.

“Smile for meeeee!” you beamed, pulling at his lips.

“Fuck off!” he yelled as he walked you over.

“Pleeeeeeeease!”

“NO! Get off me!” he cried, louder this time and flipped you onto the couch. “Fucking hell, you’re so fucking annoying and dense and you never know when to shut the fuck up!”

His uncharacteristic outburst shocked you as you looked up at him with doe eyes. He was tired and fed up, and he was feeling his jealousy simmering over. Like, hell, this never would have happened if you were never dating that furball to begin with. You never would have drank yourself silly. Even if you were dating Levi and you broke up, he could safely say he’d hate to hear you drinking away your emotions. He hated seeing you so upset over a man and he had to listen to this for over a month. For the past two years of him sitting with his feelings, he’s had to see you with a man who never appreciated you and you didn’t see just how much you deserved. Even if you didn’t find it with him, he was so convinced that anyone would have treated you better than Zeke.

In fact, he didn’t care if you never looked at him the same way he did you; just as long as you were happy with someone. He’d get over it eventually, even if it killed him in the process.

But how many more men would come and go because they could never accept the fact you lived with your best friend - your best friend you have been intimate with?

He’d never be able to forget those moments with you. Especially the last time you two slept together.

You two were basically sober, and yet you still wound up with Zeke not too long later…

Maybe hearing it from you as to why you could never give him an answer. He was your best friend after all… why couldn’t you tell him you weren’t interested?

He stood before you as the thoughts circled in his head like a never ending merry-go-round; one that had a scratchy, out of tune melody but still droned on and plagued him. He glanced up at you and saw your eyes were now beginning to water.

Shit, he forgot how easily sensitive you were when you were drunk.

"You know, Levi… I think you're so mean and grumpy at times, and that you don't understand me!" you cried. Even though you were deep in your feelings and a slobbery mess, you still threw your arms around him, always finding comfort in his arms.

Levi sighed and relented, guiding the two of you down to the sofa and he waited for the emotional, tearful outburst to pass. You sat on the right and he made what could be considered as a potentially suggestive gesture to rest his hand on your thigh. But that was it, he just rubbed your leg up and down as you continued to bawl and be a mess.

"Yeah, perhaps I don't understand you…" he murmured once you begun to calm down.

You sniffled and looked up at him. "What?"

"I don't understand you at times, [F/n].."

You blinked owlishly. "I don't get it. What are you referring to?"

Gosh, he was going to lose it. He knew he was going to lose it but he knew you couldn't help it if you were still confused, even if you were beginning to sober up.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don't say it...

"Why him, why Zeke, huh? You knew I loved you two years back. I still do. I knew at the very least liked me. So, fuck-- why would you even tough it out with him that long if he made you so unhappy?"

Fuck, he said it.

“Why couldn’t you at least tell me you didn’t like me back?” he asked, smoothing his black hairs back. “It’s been both great yet simultaneously agony living with you.”

You were silent, uncomfortably silent. He wanted to just tell you to forget what he said, but how could you? Not when he openly confessed.

Why did you get with Zeke… He never captured your heart the way Levi did in the first place. You tried thinking back to two years ago, but your mind was still fuzzy. It was a shame he did this while you were still a bit drunk, but at least you’d be most honest this way, no? Drunken words are sober thoughts after all.

At the time, were you, perhaps, scared to get romantically involved with your best friend? Was the timing of it all too wrong, close to graduation, where afterwards Levi planned on moving away? Could you have coped with long distance after being with him for the four years of your undergraduate?

“Maybe because I knew we were graduating soon and you wanted to study more out of state…” you murmured. “Maybe because you were my best friend and that would have made things messy… And if you were going to leave, I guess I needed to find someone else because I assumed nothing would happen…”

Levi looked at you as he spoke. Sure, that was the original plan - to move away - but he realized he’d be better off finding a job first to pay him part of the way and maybe take a sabbatical of sorts a few years from now to further his education. And it just so happened you two both ended up applying and getting accepted at the same highschool. And that you had been dating Zeke for four months now so what could he do except live with it.

“Maybe I was scared you only liked the times we were physical together and nothing more…” you added.

Levi sighed heavily. He had watched you the entire time as you spoke before turning to look at the countertop in the dimly lit kitchen area. He pressed down on his knees as he went to stand up. “Look, I’ll just--”

“N-No!” you interjected, grabbing him by the hand. “Stay.”

Levi’s eyes widened marginally and he sat down again, not shaking away your hand. Your lower lips trembled as you continued to stare at him, and he back at you.

You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. It lasted just a second and there was no time for you to savour it.

“I’m sorry, Levi.” You mumbled.

But before you could babble another apology, Levi raked his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Don’t be. But fuck, wow, we really need to work on communication. Even if we are just roommates.”

You shook your head and you quickly moved to straddle him. This action shocked Levi to his core, evident by his wide eyes but they quickly became clouded with lust as you ground against him and leaned in for a soul-sucking kiss. His hands found your hips and his mouth moved in tandem to your own. He let you explore the recesses of his mouth with your tongue and he could only respond in kind as he removed the jacket you were wearing. He could tell you were definitely eager by the way you hand cupped his cheeks and smoothed over them constantly, pushing yourself in for more and more.

He was displeased at how much you had dominated him so quickly and had his head spinning and was quick to tighten the grip on your hips and pushed you down onto the cushion of the sofa. The two of you continued to kiss and grind against one another, your fingertips raking across his back. You arced your head back as Levi moved to leave sloppy kisses against your neck, sucking and biting occasionally until he was sure to have at least left some sort of mark in his wake. You pulled his head back to yours and bit on his lower lip. He let out a soft yet animatlistic groan and it only spurred you further. Every blissful noise that escaped you made his blood overheat and left a burning desire in his bones.

Fuck, he wanted this so badly. He had been waiting so long. It was just perfect; you fit and moulded to him perfectly. He’d love to take you right then and there on the couch but his conscience just wouldn’t allow him.

You weren’t entirely sober.

This could all change in the morning.

He groaned and pulled away once your fingers tried to pull at the fly of his slacks. He was quick to grab your hand and sit back up. He looked down at you again. “I respect you too much to do this now, not until I know you want this as much as me.”

“But, I do--”

“You’re drunk, you’re not able to properly say you want this or to consent. I can’t allow myself to do this now. It’d be different if you weren’t.”

“I can sober up quickly, look!” you pestered. You closed your eyes for a few seconds before they opened again. “See? Sober!”

He scoffed. “You just counted to five with your eyes closed and opened them again. The answer is no, [F/n].” He said, and stood up. “I’ve waited too long for you not to properly enjoy this anyway…”

You couldn’t help but blush at his last words. “Alright, roomie, will you at least come to bed with me then?”

He scoffed but you could see him smiling amidst the murky darkness of your apartment. “I guess so.”

You two pattered down the hall, you stopping to remove your heels halfway. You opened the door to your bedroom and changed while Levi put on his nightwear. You shuffled into bed in just a vest and cotton shorts and Levi was soon to follow. He extended an arm and you sidled up next to your roommate.

“Depending on how this weekend goes, you and I may just need to take a sick day on Monday also.” He uttered after a few minutes of both your eyes being shut.

“What do you mean?” you asked, yawning.

“I haven’t had you in two years, ‘s been far too long…” he replied. He knew that alone would get you to blush so he settled in closer to you. He smirked and said, “sleep well, roomie” before heading off to dreamland.

You, however, continued to fantasize for the next hour or so before sleep overcame you too.

Was this the right decision to make after getting out of a long-term relationship just a day ago? You couldn’t tell. But you did realize back then when you were kissing him that there was something that was never there with Zeke. Maybe it was more love, or it was sensitivity. Maybe it was more attention to detail and consideration. Maybe it was the pining and the restraining he had to do that left to unbridled passion.

Well, you had a whole weekend to yourselves now - and perhaps Monday, too - and you were already excited for what was in store tomorrow.

Once your hangover goes away, of course.

#cece; levi #cece; writing #cece; levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x y/n #snk #aot #snk x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction

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laketaj24 · 3 years

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Serotonin II

Author’s Note: Here it is! I am taking requests, and the taglist is open, drop your name under this fic or on this list if you are interested! This does have a prior part but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, breeding kink

Inspo Song: Bad Things

Part I

My MASTERLIST

Colson: Busy?

Y/N: Why would I be busy?

Colson: For sure ain’t been answering my texts 🥱

Y/N: You need something, Col?

Colson: You know you only call me Col when you’re half asleep or whimpering my name when you about to cum. Let me come over.

Tongue-tied, his messages left you baffled. They were a smooth variation of sexting mixed with pleading. Every message included a very Colson apology but a rebuttal that followed and reminded you why you couldn’t fall back in the same routine with him. It was easy to picture yourself back with him, nestled against his lean frame - listening to his voice as it rumbled against his chest as he rambled on. You saw it clear as day, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t do what you required to have you back in his life. Fucking you in the bathroom of some club like a whore, giving your body a fix, but your heart and mind still felt that hesitation when it came to Mr. Baker.

“Are you listening?” Dana asked, holding up the soy powder milk for your nephew.

“I heard you clear as day.”

“You sure you didn’t just daydream the entire I talked about not feeding Jaylen after seven?” Dana placed the soy milk on the table and glanced down at her newborn. “If you’re not up to it, I can stay. I hate going out of town so soon after having him.” She tapped her soon on the back a few times and exhaled.

“We will be fine.”

“You say this, but I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“You’re head has been shot ever since you broke up with the delinquent.” She rolled her eyes. “And what pisses me off is Tyla loves him!” She whispered and turned her attention to the seven-year-old parked in front of the tv. “I mean worships him.”

“I know. Colson is good with kids.”

“Because he’s childish.” She added. “He’s basically a six variant of one.”

“You can’t say one thing nice?”

“His music isn’t shitty,” Dana added. “I will be back at eight for the both of them, and I swear not to do this again, just my boss needs me, and their dad is busy.” She lied. “So- I love you, sis. Call Eric!” Dana kissed your cheek and sprinted out the door without another word.

Eric, you hadn’t seen him since you left the club a week ago, and you barely responded to his texts. The ride home was awkward; the entire time, he talked about how much he enjoyed the night. And the only thing you could think about was getting bent over in the bathroom by your ex. Good date.

Auntie duty had started. Diapers, Tiktok, YouTube, and some weird pig cartoon lay ahead of you for the next nine hours. Jaylen slept peacefully in his playpen, unbothered by his mother's lack while Tyla consumed her tv.

Colson: I got food open the door.

Y/N: What door?

Colson: Your apartment door. It’s Chipotle.

Fuck, you were hungry.

Y/N: Leave the food on the porch.

Colson: I’m not a god damn door dash.

The abrupt knocking startled Jaylen, soo you took him in your arms and walked to the door, “Stay in the living room Tyla.”

“K,” She answered, not even looking up from her phone.

You opened the door revealing Colson in his pink hoodie and gray joggers. He held bags of food in his hand and garnished a big smile on his face, “You look good with a baby.”

“Why are you here?”

“You wouldn’t come to see me or invite me over, so invited myself over. Can I come in?”

“No.” Jaylen stirred in your arms, his plump little legs kicked, and you sighed. “I am busy today. That’s why I didn’t invite you over. I have to keep my nieces and nephews, and every time you are over here, you either curse too much or we end up fucking.”

“Watch your mouth.” He teased.

“How were you texting with all that in your hands?” You stared at him.

“You know I got talented hands.”

“Colson!”

Why? You grimaced inwardly before looking at your overly excited niece, she loved Colson, and you hated to admit, he might be an asshole sometimes, but he loved kids. He was a wonder with them. You slapped your face, disappointed there was not a way to hide the massive man at your door. “He can’t stay.” You answered before the question left your lips.

“Why? Please!” Tyla pouted her pink lips and threw her arms up in defeat. “We never see him anymore.”

“That’s your aunt’s fault,” Colson added fuel to the fire. “I won’t stay long.” He pushed through, entering your apartment to greet Tyla with a hug at her level and a sly wink to you. Kids were the way to your heart – and his, but he would not win you over with this bullshit today. Not at all. “You hungry, Tyla?”

“Yeah, ten minutes, and you’re out.”

“Damn.”

“Tiktok?’ she held up her phone and the ring light from her purple book bag. “Please.”

“Word, what are we learning?” He raised his brows to you and proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch; she was ecstatic, immediately standing to do a dance and drag you over to learn it too. Tiktok had become the bane of your existence, but for Tyla and her half a million followers, she was golden.

One hour later and you were tired, you’d perfected the dance, and Colson had convinced her to let him skip the dancing and just be—it was all he had to do though, she’d get one million views just because of who he was, and now everyone would know you were with him. Your heart dropped a little thinking about the exposure while she edited the video next to both of you.

“Why is Uncle Colson never around?” Tyla never looked up from her phone; she just continued her mission of posting that sixty-second video and ruining your life.

“He’s not your uncle.” You corrected.

“That’s your aunt’s fault too.” He added.

“Don’t start with me.” The harsh whisper came out as a warning, waking baby Jaylen from his nap and making Colson chuckle in amusement.

“I like him; I want him in the family.”

“I want a million dollars.”

“I can give you that.” He said.

“And a loyal boyfriend who doesn’t text insta-sluts in his spare time.”

“Don’t use sluts in front of her damn; your mouth is outrageous Y/N.”

The narrowing of your eyes made him burst into laughter again. He was damn good at annoying you like he had it mastered.

The day passed quickly with him making eyes at you, caring for Jaylen while she styled Colson’s hair in four ponytails atop his head, garnished with bows, and she even attempted to give him edges. He didn’t care; as long as she was happy, he was good.

“You look a mess.”

“It’s cool.” Colson snapped a picture. “Been waiting forever to see if ponytail was for me or not; it’s a no.” He sat back on the couch while Tyla disappeared to your room for god knows what else. “You look good with babies, you know?”

“You’ve said that.”

“I meant it; you’re good with them too.” He sighed. “I thought about kids with us, like every damn day.”

“Funny.” You shrugged, and she appeared with your bright pink polish. “What’re you doing, Tyla?”

“Painting his nails.” She plopped down in front of him, and without hesitation, he held his hand out for her. “We did blue last time.”

“Yep.” He exhaled. “Don’t you want this?”

He didn’t have to elaborate; you knew what he was talking about, but a family was the last thing from your mind, no matter how perfect the scenario looked right now. “Do you?”

Colson smacked his lips. “We can talk later.”

“You leaving when they do.” You reiterated.

The door opened thirty minutes later without a knock or doorbell; Dana never announced herself. “I see he found his way back in.” Her mouth dropped as soon as her eyes met him. “Tyla just had her way today, didn’t she.” She laughed. “Oh god, she gave this man braids.”

“Your daughter is talented.” He laughed. “Might be a new look.”

“Ridiculous.” She held her laughter. “Ty, get up and come on, love; we have a long drive.” She took Jaylen from your chest and gave you a look. “How long is he staying?”

“Not long, sis, drive safe.”

“I will. Colson, you leave in ten minutes, or I’m sending our brother over.” She pointed to him.

“I’m not scared of Michael; send him.” Why did his arrogance only make you want him more? He looked to Dana, who, like him, was not bothered.

“I hate him.” She mumbled as she left. “I just fucking hate him.”

“It’s mutual!” Colson laughed as the door shut. “You’re gonna stay over there the whole time?”

“Aint no reason for me to be over there for real.” You thought of three reasons to stay where you were, the drop in his voice, the tension in this room that could be cut with a knife, and when he was alone with you, your willpower was nonexistent. “You have five minutes.”

“We aren’t going to talk about this, are we? You like being evasive and shit? That you’re new persona?”

“I have no new persona. This is me not playing into all the bullshit you bring when you’re with me. This is a wall.”

“I’m about to knock that wall over.” He smirked.

“Stay on your couch.” You warned.

Colson held his hands up, acting defenseless, “I wasn’t moving from this spot.”

“My sister hates you, you know that? She literally said that I would be better off leaving Cali before staying here with your toxic ass.” You found yourself pointing at him and wanting to knock that smile from his face. Colson liked to see you get feisty with him; he called that foreplay, and here you were dancing to the beat of his drum, pissed.

“How am I toxic? I stopped all that shit for you, every ounce of it.”

“Stop lying.”

Colson grinned at you, unwavering in his position and impressed that you were persistent in yours; your usual fights lasted about one day. You’d take him back, and everything went back to how it was before, but that changed nothing; you wanted him to change. “I am not lying to you. Come here.”

You walked over to him, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you down in his lap. Facing him, you admired all the little cuts he’d earned over the years in senseless fights or accidents. Your fingers traced over them before you cupped his face. What the fuck were you doing? Why were the two of you akin to magnets? Drawing one another in half of the time and then at the flip of a side hating one another? You placed your lips on him, parting his lips with your tongue and then flicking playfully over his teeth before he caught your bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. The slight pressure made you moan against him. He cradled your neck with one hand, not allowing you to escape him. Colson deepened the kiss, adding pressure and taking what little breath you had away. “I fucking miss you, Y/N.” He rasped.

"Don't talk.”You murmured back.

Colson didn’t listen; he never listened. “You were good with them today.”

You growled, grinding your hips on him. “Shut up, Colson.”

“I want to talk to you, I want you back Y/N, shit. Like I am trying, I canceled recording sessions, appearances, and other shit all this month so we can figure this out. I don’t want to-,”

You stopped him from talking, gripping his cock through the sweats with one hand and kissing him to shut up.

“Stop.” In one fluid motion, your hands were by your side, and your eyes were on his, “We’re talking; I was not fucking other women. But I was entertaining them, and it’s no excuse. I know you’re hurt; I’m sorry. Like real talk, no joke – I apologize.”

“How do I know it won’t happen again?’

“I'll delete all this shit for you,” He admitted. “Fuck a platform.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m dead ass right now. Fuck it all. I just want you.”

“If it happens again, I am never taking you back, ever.”

“It won’t.” He whispered, loosening the grip on your hands.

You took advantage of the notion, moving your hand down to his cock, rubbing the hilt through his sweats again.

“Nah,” He gripped your hair, pulling you back, so your eyes met him. “It’s my turn now.” He pushed aside your shorts in seconds, and his fingers plunged into your pussy, curling for a moment and then spinning out of you. He placed his fingers on your lips, “Open up.” You didn’t hesitate to take his fingers, licking your own juices from them, and he tapped your face sending a slight pleasurable sting. “How you taste?”

“Ready.” You pulled him from the sweats feeling him jump at your cool hands, and stood up, wriggling out of the shorts before hovering back over him again.

Colson playfully tosses you on your couch, draping one leg to the ground. “Let me taste.” He whispered as he descended between your legs. Colson’s fingers brushed your swollen clit, before his lips latched on, sucking. You bowed from the couch, the moans and scratched to his shoulders done nothing but encourage. He lapped up your juices before diving his tongue into you and swirling around. You gasped, surprised and pleased as he worked.

“Col-“ You gripped his shoulders, lifting yourself from laying down, and he took full advantage, pulling you onto his face and fucking you with his tongue. Your body coiled, the jolts of pleasure popped around your body, and then you came. The white-hot energy surged through your body, and you panted, shaking, almost collapsing back on the couch. He caught you peppering the wet kisses from your pussy to your mouth.

“You good?”

“Better than.” You whispered, breathing heavily. “ Shit.”

“We’re not done.” Of course, you weren’t; his cock throbbed against his leg, waiting to ruin your life, and here you were still out of breath. Colson gently pulled you from the couch, sitting you in his lap, and he started once again with the kisses. You could taste yourself on his lips, and for some reason, that just made you wetter for him. He took advantage of stroking himself before he lowered you down on him. You took every inch, mouth slightly open and hair swinging the entire time. You pressed your breast against his chest, savoring the warm feeling of his cock inside of you, and then you started moving on him. Your muscles clenched around, gripping him with each stroke. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone; you took that added pleasure in stride biting your lip as it intensified every time your skin met.

Colson’s eyes were hooked on you, his fingers dug in your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock, urging you to keep going, and there was no way in hell you were going to stop. You could feel it building once again, this time bigger. “Hold it.” He whispered, knowing you were about once more. “Not yet.”

“Ah,” Impatience grew over you; you slowed your ride, winding your hips slowly, your eyes closed as you took over, fucking up into you, guiding your body to take more. “I can’t.” You whined as you fought to hold the orgasm back.

“Yeah, you can.” He slammed into you harder, knocking the breath from you, your toes curled, and you screamed as you shook against him. “I wanna feel that pussy shake around me when I cum; hold it.” He slapped your clit with three fingers, and your breath hitched. “Hold it.” His hand travels up your shirt to your bare stomach, and he kisses you once more. “Y/N.” His hips rocked slowly, but then he started to fuck you quicker, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot each time. You were a screaming mess, biting down on his shoulder. That done the trick he spasms against you growling. His warm cum triggered you. You came, sinking down and taking all of it. “Shit, you cheated.”

“You would’ve lasted forever.” You smiled lazily.

“Is that a complaint or a compliment?”

“Both.”

You wince, sliding off him, “right.” He rolled his eyes. “Now we gotta eat reheated Chipotle.” he stood up, fixing his pants. “Can I stay?”

“I guess.” You pulled the blanket over you, snuggling into your favorite place on the couch. He heads into the kitchen, and you reach for your phone, wondering what threat your sister had for you.

Meg: Are you still coming tonight?

This was not your phone; of course, it wasn’t. You unlocked the phone, clicking her name to look at the messages. But there is only red as Colson makes his way back into the living room. You throw the phone across the room, hitting the wall, and he stares at you. “What the fuck?”

“Take you and that Chipotle and get out.”

“Damn, what the Chipotle do?”

A/N: One more part coming. I’ll drop it next week, I think! Thank yall for reading! Let me know what you think!!

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years

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Imagine... Steve's first summer where he's actually got some downtime, not fighting Nazis or aliens or anything, and he turns up to the beach in a pair of itty bitty swim briefs. Took him all damn day and three or four stores to find a pair with a high enough waist that it doesn't feel like he's moonin' everybody; everyone wears their pants so low nowadays, and Steve's not sure how they stand it. It doesn't occur to him that most men don't show this much leg (or wear anything this tight) these days, not until it's too late and everyone is staring. Bucky, well... Bucky would have warned him if Steve didn't look so damn cute blushing under all the attention.

This idea reminds me of this fanart so, uhh, moon over that I guess haha

I love this idea.

Steve Rogers Summer Off if you will.

Just thinking about Steve, his legs going for DAYS wearing these tiny fucking swim briefs, looking like he should be on the page of some sports magazine along with the screamed words IDEAL MALE BODY

Mmm, yes. That. We could all do with some of that.

Additionally, we’ve seen how Bucky dresses in the 21st century; he’s acclimated well to fashion trends. Steve has updated his style but it’s not exactly modern, at least, not in comparison to Bucky, y’know? He likes button ups and slacks and shirts and… he’s sort of made his own uniform up, something he wears on the daily so he doesn’t have to think about it too hard. He enjoys his routines, they keep him busy.

So, Steve looks very nice-to-meet-you-sir, dressy and put together. Bucky looks like he found one Hot Topic and refused to buy clothes from anywhere else after-

So when Steve picks Those Things out because "they're what people are doing now, Buck," he keeps his damn. mouth. shut. to the contrary. Bucky knows that Steve’s selection of swimwear is… “European”. To say the least. But he still doesn’t stop him from wearing them to the beach.

At least, for Bucky’s sanity, it isn’t a public beach. They’d never wade through waves of cameras and giddy children to get to the water if they did. (Additionally- Bucky would never take off his shirt if it weren’t a private, Stark-owned beach. And Steve wants his best guy to be comfortable, plus, he doesn’t want to hear him bitch about getting a farmer’s tan on only one arm and feel off-balanced about it.)

Thet roll up to this private beach.

And they’re there with some of the rest of the Avengers family. Meaning all of Steve’s attention is teasing and playful and coming from people he knows. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t melt into a puddle like the popsicle they passed, resting on the hot concrete on the way here when it happens.

Steve shimmies off his athletic shorts that he had been wearing over his briefs, dropping them next to the towels and oversized umbrella Bucky set up for them. Revealing just what he’s wearing.

And-

Everyone’s jaws drop as they all turn and find his nearly entirely naked form. All pale skin, sculpted muscle, and freckles that literally haven’t seen the sun in decades.

Sam is half torn between swearing at Bucky because DAMMIT I WANTED TO TROLL HIM INTO WEARING SOMETHING RIDICULOUS YOU ASSHOLE and teasing Bucky by smirking and raising an eyebrow, saying, “you let your boy outta the house like that? Damn, Barnes. I’m impressed. You’ve got more self control that I thought.”

Natasha wolf-whistles, raising the big, dark elegant sunglasses she had resting over her face - hiding most of it - just to get a better look. “Not bad for 93, Rogers,” she drawls, making sure that he knows that she’s looking him up and down before doing it again. Smiling with all of her teeth when she gets back up to his face- meeting his eyes. She doesn’t smile like that normally. She’s just doing it to make his blush turn from a gentle pink to a holy shit why did you lie in the sun for 5 hours red.

Tony is struck speechless for a moment; he grew up being told about how fantastic and honorable and good Captain America was. So perfect that it was infuriating. He didn’t ever, ever think about seeing that golden boy in literally next to nothing. When he catches his tongue again though, he offers, “you might be spry for an older fellow, Cap, but not everyone is. Put your damn pants back on before somebody pulls a muscle rubbernecking. Save your modesty,” he throws a hand up to his chest, dramatic, “for god’s sake.”

Rhodey goes straight to the point. He pretends to be blinded and hurls the nearest bottle of sunscreen at him, cackling about how fucking w h i t e he is.

Thor doesn’t even seem to notice. But also, he’s wearing shorts that come just up above the knee, printed with a mix of them all - all the avengers - as if they’re children’s swim trunks. They’re certainly not for children though. They’re as well fitted as they can be over his muscles, nearly skin tight.

Clint doesn’t notice either, not until Natasha taps him, seeing as he’s sunbathing- totally relaxed with his hearing aids out and all of his festive and playful themed band-aids taken off, avoiding tan lines just like Bucky. When he twists around to see, he sees, he looks him up and down, his mouth falls open mutely, his mouth closes, he blinks slowly, and he turns back around. A devilish smirk on his face as he groans and throws himself back down. mumbling something about now having seen "everything. And I mean everything."

Bruce is too polite to say anything but he does spit out the ice-cold water that he had been drinking, in the shade of his own umbrella. Spraying it all over his tablet and sputtering and blushing profusely himself.

Steve looks around the chain of reactions he’s just set off and attempts to give Bucky a stink eye but he can’t. What’s the use of a stink eye if he’s also blushing like mad? His skin crawling from all the eyes on him, arms coming up to hug himself only to already reach for his athletic shorts that go blessedly all the way to just above his knees.

Bucky’s flesh and blood hand catches one of his wrists to stop him from putting the other layer back on just as Natasha’s voice pipes back up, “don’t you dare, Steve!”

If Steve could blush harder. He would. But all of his blood is already pooled in his face and neck and chest and his fucking ears. Making him already look sunburnt.

(For after hours: feel free to imagine Bucky pulling him back home and claiming that they need to shower to get the excess sand off, only to pin Steve to the wall of the shower, still in those stupid swim briefs, and growl about how he practically just went prancing around in “fuckin’ panties.” Snapping the waistband against his abs, cupping his ass meanly. And asking him, “what if you had gotten hard Stevie? I know you can’t help yourself sometimes. I see you, tenting your fucking sweats just because I’m running a step ahead of you and you can’t help but look at me. I know how easy you are. What if you couldn’t control yourself? Everybody woulda seen what’s mine, huh? They would, wouldn’t they? Seen straight through these stupid fuckin’ panties. These ain’t swim briefs, doll.” Steve just about drops dead on the spot, head falling back painfully against the tile with his dick suddenly doing exactly as Bucky was afraid of.)

#asks #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanov #tony stark #james rhodes #thor odinson #clint barton #bruce banner #blushing steve is my favorite steve #my writing

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ryosmne · 3 years

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Safe Place.

Yakuza! Nanami Kento x gn Reader

Hello everyone, this fic is in collaboration with my dear friend @sunfloweroranges you can read their fic here :D

I kind of changed my writing style for this one, I'm trying out different things so let me know how it goes, feedback is always welcome, that's all from me hope you have a good time reading 💜

Summary: You're clueless

Warnings: mentions of blood, mature themes, mentions of murder and head chopping, language, yandare Nanami if you squint.

Grocery shopping is never fun when you're alone, especially making your way back home in the cold winter months, it gets dark so early.

A slight twist of your gut had made you walk back home in a faster pace. Turning your head every couple of steps, you never saw anything, yet this feeling never left even when you got through the main entrance of your apartment complex.

The elevator was broken once more, and you were already out of breath from rushing back, as you took the first steps up, your next door neighbor, who looked way too scary for your own liking bumped your shoulder on his way down.

Jeez he's in a hurry today.

Mumbling a quick apology, even though he was the one that was at fault, you quickly found the strength to run up the stairs and lock yourself in. Some short of commotion was coming from outside the complex that you didn't really care to hear.

That pink haired guy, your neighbor, who was build like a damn door, always got himself in some short of trouble, hearing him yell profanities or even throwing punches was a far too often occurance.

Why did he have to live right next door?

It's safe to say you did the best to keep the hell away from him, not that he seemed to bother with you, neitherless he was fucking scary.

Kento was ten minutes late, he was never late, except for the days that he had to clean up someone's mess, the days someone underestimated the power he held or the days someone dared speak your name. He wouldn't even tell them 'dont you dare speak their name' or anything along those lines. There was no warning when it came to mentioning yo,u only taking immediate action.

Naturally you were in the dark about all of that, Kento -or Ken as you would often referred to him as- kept you far far away from the darkness of his world. That was his way of keeping you safe and at the same time having you as his personal way out of his work and in his defence he didn't completely lie about his employment. He was an investor, just a bit of a different stock market than what you had in mind.

As far as you knew, Nanami Kento was an extremely successful business man, he chalked up his tattoo covered body as just his preferred style, since he is this good at what he does, he likes to say that his work place doesn't give a damn about his ink covered skin and the expensive gifts that he always pressures you to accept are just another benefit of his high profile job.

"Darling, I hope you didn't start without me." Wrapping your arms around your extremely sweet boyfriend you left a small kiss on his lips watching as the corners tagged upwards in an equally sweet smile the moment your lips left his.

"Of course not Ken, it's Friday remember?" Fridays are the established date nights in, you and Kento cook and dine together. More often than not you end up slow dancing to some jazz, or with you laying on his chest Infront of the fireplace, listening to his heartbeat, talking about life while he strokes your hair until the dawn.

Tossing him an apron, after he -like the gentleman he is- tied yours, you got to work on today's dish: Chorizo carbonara.

"You're never late on Fridays, bad day at work?"

You spoke while slicing some papers.

"Yeah, the stocks are all over the place and it's getting me stressed, but it's our night darling, anything else isn't of importance."

Kento always found a way of distracting you when it came to talking about his day, he is always quite vague and when his palm rested on the small of your back gazing down at you with those adoring eyes, it's hard to keep focused on anything other than him.

"Why don't you tell me about your day love?"

He always asked you that, Kento is in awful need of the calm that the mundane life you live carries. He craves to feel that, he still loves the power he holds over people, the way the mare mention of his name makes others tremble in fear of what the man will do to them shall they not comply to his requests -more accurately orders-

"Thankfully work was pretty good today, I finished grocery shopping so we could cook, I got us that wine you really loved too. The neighbor is being weird again but that's not new, maybe moving out isn't a bad idea."

Everything was like music to Kento's ears untill that last sentence. You had mentioned moving out before, but Kento always found a way to convince you not to. The rent was good, this house is close to your work, he would always reason with you until you changed your mind. He never pushed too hard fearing that you'd suspect something, but you only smiled and ended up agreeing with him.

You see, unbeknownst to you, your weird neighbor is Nanami's most trusted man, he's protecting you twenty four hours a day, even as you walked up the stairs today he dealt with another threat that was headed right your way. No, you cannot move before you know everything, but Nanami can't bring himself to break your bubble, he loves you and you love him, the real him, he would never scare you by letting you take a peek at his point of view. Maybe he should run away with you afterall.

"He doesn't look that bad, love. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Nanami knew he was capable of a lot more than that but it was true, your neighbor was an ally and although he would hurt lots of people, you were on the list of people to be protected and Sukuna took his bosses orders very seriously.

"Besides, my love, anyone would have to get through me first before attempting to lay a finger on you."

With the way his lips moulded on yours and his velvety tone, how could you not believe every single word that just came out of his mouth. Kento would die before letting anything happen to you, that little statement helped bring you comfort.

"You must really love my house Ken, can you pass me the butter?"

The moment your back was turned, Kento let out a breath of relief. That little voice in his head he always pushed away yelled at him to tell you everything, he burried it in the back of his mind once more.

"Can you believe that? I swear she drives me insane- Ken are you listening to me?"

That was weird, Kento always gave you his full attention. Perhaps he was tired today.

"Yes darling, you were talking about that Satoru guy, the one who annoys you at work."

Yeah you were, but that was while you were still eating, about twenty minutes ago.

"Babe, you're tired, let's go to bed, we can pick up where we left off another time, you need to rest."

The habit of staying up all night on Fridays had really stuck, but sleeping when your partner clearly needed to, is very much on schedule although it rarely ever happened.

Getting up from the sofa, tagging at Kento's arm to follow you to the bedroom had Kento irritated at how concerned you grew for him. He still feels you're too good at times, all the time to be exact.

You only heard him sigh before he pulled you back on the sofa, having lost your balance in his sudden move, you landed on top of him.

"Stay with me a little longer my love, I'm sorry I spaced out, I'm all ears for you now."

Another invitation for you to just talk to him, he didn't care about what. Kento loved the tone of your voice, how it changed pitch depending on what emotion you held or what you were talking about. His voice was quite monotone, like everyone else's around him. He had to grow thick skin and throw away all short of feelings, but everything he locked away years ago came rushing back the moment he spilled coffee on you six months ago. You hadn't even complained about the burning sensation on your skin as he helped clean you up, you just gave Kento a smile telling him that everything was fine and these things happen.

In his world they don't, someone can breathe the wrong way and lose their head, all it took was your damn smile and that statement to get him to need something different than what he had. Kento never thought he missed a thing, he found out how wrong he was that very day.

Sometimes he wished he never took the time to help you out back then, but that was only because he didn't know that he'd put you through all this.

"So I'm just sat there in a staring contest over the last price of cake, I won but my eyes still feel a bit dry."

You laughed, Kento stared down at you with a fond smile, your head on his lap and your hands tangled in his, brushing his knuckles and examining every bit of his skin with such care, God you were beautiful all over.

While Kento's hands were very interesting a small detail in the cuff of his shirt got your stomach to drop.

"Ken, is that blood?"

He swore he cleaned up, he always cleaned up before coming back to you, he never missed a single splatter. Maybe rushing home after not one, but two people tried to harm you today put him on edge.

He had missed a single drop. He was absolutely disgusted that even that tiny part of someone who dared to say the name y/n out loud infront of him and even threatened your existence was anywhere near you.

"Sweetheart that's probably tomato sauce from cooking, thanks for pointing it out, you know I hate staining my clothes, I'll go change."

Your meal didn't contain tomato sauce.

Why was your gut telling you that something was off?

Kento seemed a bit tense tonight, was it just a bad day at work?

He never really conversed on his profession. The huge dragon that started from the back of his thigh, ended on his left shoulder covering his entire back was just his 'style'. You swore you heard him talk to the pink haired man who lived next door but he told you he was on the phone. Everything little bit of suspicious behaviour you had previously payed no mind to, came to you. On top of that what was his reason to lie about a drop of blood on his sleeve? He could've said it was a paper cut or something, Why did he lie?

Behind the bathroom door Kento only cursed at him self.

Why didn't he lie better?

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My Person (Liam x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella) Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week. Prompt will be in bold.

Thank you @alyssalauren and @ofpixelsandscribbles for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!

Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.

Words: 1658

Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.

Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.

It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.

One week ago

“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.

“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”

Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”

Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.

“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.

“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.

Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”

Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”

Present-day

“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.

Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.

“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.

“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.

“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.

“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”

The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.

“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.

Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”

“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.

Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.

“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.

“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”

“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Where? What is it?”

“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.

“Where are we going?”

“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.

“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”

“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”

“You’re … what?!”

Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.

“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe out of your mouth.”

“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.

“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.

“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”

Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.

“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.

“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.

Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”

Everyone began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.

“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys.

“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.

“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”

A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.

“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”

Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”

“Turn around.”

As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.

I was lookin' for a long time

I never found nobody like you

I got your name, got your number

And we talked 'til they turned on the lights

“A boombox?”

Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”

He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”

She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.

“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”

My person

My heartbeat

My slow dance

My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed

My know-when-you-know best friend

“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”

“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.

“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”

The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.

“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.

My saving grace, my everything

I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person

Every minute is a long time

If I ain’t holding on to you

Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”

“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”

“Congratulations!”

Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.

“What are-”

“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”

“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.

“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”

Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”

“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”

“Yup!”

“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”

Ella gave Max her left hand.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.

“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”

Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”

They both nodded.

“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”

My saving grace, my everything

I've never been more sure that you're my person

Yeah, baby, you're my person

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Head And Heart

Clay Spenser x Reader

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“So is Y/N coming?” Clay asked Sonny, as he brought the tray of meat out to him.

“Yeah, she will be here any time,” Sonny laughed, “Why so interested in her Blondie? Every time I have a get together you always ask if she is coming.”

“No reason,” Clay laughed, not wanting to admit that he had a crush on you, he had for the last couple of years. In fact the moment he had joined Bravo team, the moment he saw you that was it, he was a goner. But he never acted on his feelings because you were in a committed relationship but now you were single, he was going to shoot his shot.

“Stop lying,” Sonny laughed, “I have seen the way you look at her, how you hang off every word when shes telling a story, you like her don’t you?”

“Urm yeah,” Clay mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Not sure how Sonny would take the news that he was crushing hard on someone that was basically his little sister.

“All I say is good fucking luck,” Sonny laughed, “After her that dickhead cheated on her she doesn’t trust easily and apparently she is never falling in love again, they weren’t her exact words but it was along those lines.”

“Trust me, I have the charm, I’m sure I can show her how love can be.” Clay shrugged, as the sound of the garden gate slammed closed, gaining their attention.

“Speak of the devil,” Sonny chuckled, “but if you can break through the walls she has built then go for it.”

The moment you walked into the garden, you near enough froze as your eyes landed on Clay, it had been awhile since you had seen him due to work but damn he had had a glow up, it was obvious he had spent most of his free time in the gym, the way his shirt pulled against this biceps, made your mouth water, add the backwards cap and fuck you nearly melted. Your brain malfunctioning.

Mentally you cursed yourself, he was Sonny’s best friend, you couldn’t go there even if you wanted to. You weren't going to open your heart to someone that you wouldn’t be able to avoid if things went wrong. Shaking off the thoughts, you made your way over to Sonny, who engulfed you in a tight hug.

“Good to see you could make it,” Sonny laughed, passing you a beer “I’m surprised work let you out of that cage they had you in.”

“Yeah, well I kinda quit, so you will be seeing me a lot more now Quinn.” You smirked.

“It's about time you grew the balls to quit.” He nodded.

Slowly you made your way around the group, hugging everyone and catching up, leaving Clay till last because for some reason all your confidence went out the window the moment you saw him.

The beers and food were flowing and there was a buzz in the air. This was what your life was missing, you missed being around Bravo.

You were now in the kitchen, having a moment to compose yourself, Clay had been flirting with you all night and you didn’t know how much longer you could take.

“You ran off,” He laughed, standing behind you, so close you could feel his chest pressed against your back.

“I needed to pee” You laughed.

“I have to say, you are looking good, I know its been a while since I last saw you and all I can think is damn,” He hummed, his hot breath tickling your neck, “The new hair colour really suits you.”

“Clay,” You whispered, you needed the flirting to stop, there was another reason you hadn’t been around as much and that was because you were starting to develop feelings for the youngest member of Bravo. “Please stop flirting with me, I am not going to fall for it.”

“Oh really,” Clay chuckled, as he placed his hands on your hips, “What's up scared by flirting with me that it will lead to something?”

“Spenser, flirting leads to something 99% of the time,” You whispered, trying to control your breathing and ignore the feel of electricity running through your skin as he ran his thumb over the skin on your hips.

“Maybe it doesn’t, maybe it's just a bit of fun.” He whispered.

“Clay,” You whispered. “You are Sonny’s best friend, nothing can happen between us.” Somehow you managed to wiggle out of his arms, you needed some air.

You wanted to open your heart up, you wanted to see what happened with Clay but something was holding you back and you weren't quite sure what it was. You knew in your heart you would be good together, the two of you had always been good and people actually thought you were a couple about a year ago but you just couldn’t make the leap.

“You okay there?” Sonny asked, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m not actually feeling great,” You mumbled, “I’m gonna take a nap I think.”

“You know where my bed is,” Sonny smiled, he had seen you and Clay in the kitchen and he knew you were lying to him but he played along, it was worth it not to get a black eye for asking questions. “I will come check on you in about an hour.”

Nodding at him, you made your way inside the house and headed to his bedroom. Your mind was racing and you didn’t know what to do or whether to listen to your head or heart.

It had been a month since Sonny’s get together, and somehow you had managed to avoid Clay. To be honest it was pretty easy as they got spun up and had been for the last two weeks. But ever since that night you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head, he had taken over your thoughts, and now your dreams.

The text you received from Sonny was vague to say the least, but it was Sonny afterall so you didn’t question it. All you knew was it involved food and that's all you cared about. But the one thing that confused you was he wanted you to meet him at the park, which could only mean a picnic and they definitely weren't Sonny’s style.

As you got closer to the spot you were told, you saw someone sitting on the blanket, but it wasn’t Sonny. It was Clay, and in that moment you were ready to kill Sonny for this set up.

“You don’t give up do you?” You laughed, sitting down on the blanket.

“I just want a chance,” Clay whispered.

“I’ve sat down haven't I?” You smirked, you had done a lot of thinking over the last month and you were willing to listen to your heart, you had missed the feeling of being in love, you missed having that someone to come home to and you missed being held. “One chance Spenser, this is your one chance.”

“Really?” He whispered, taking your hand in his.

“Yes, for some reason I can’t get you off my mind and it’s driving me crazy.” You admitted.

It felt like time had stood still, the hours passed, your stomach hurt from laughing so much. Both of your phones were thrown in the bottom of the picnic basket and you were enjoying the company. You had your head in Clay’s lap, as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I have a confession,” You giggled, “So the night of Sonny’s get together last month, you stopped me in my tracks, the moment I saw you I was pretty sure my brain malfunctioned.”

“Welcome to my world for the last couple of years every time you walked into a room,” Clay smiled, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“What the hell,” You whispered, sitting up right. You had nothing to lose at the moment and you needed to know if that spark was there. So you took a deep breath before kissing him.

It took Clay a couple of seconds for his brain to realise what was happening, but he smiled into the kiss, as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gently guiding you down so you were laying down with him hovering over you.

Your lips move in sync with one another, your fingers playing with the hair on the back on his neck, your stomach was doing flips, your heart was racing. You knew you were fucked, the sparks were there, the way he made you feel was something no one else had managed. But there was something about Clay that made you want to take the risk.

“So does this mean I get more than one night?” He breathed against your lips, making you laugh.

“You are a dork,” You giggled.

“Serious question now, does this mean you will be my girl?” He asked, his eyes sparkling in the light from the sunset.

“I like the sound of that,” You whispered, “Your girl.”

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justkending · 3 years

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Moral of the Story. Chapter Four.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all this time to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

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A/N:

Chapter Four:

Bucky groaned as the alarm blared throughout the room. Rolling over to his side, he threw his head into the pillow. That didn’t stop the beeping like he had hoped, so with a groan he pushed up, smacking the red numbers that screamed at him. He rolled back onto his back and blinked up at the bare ceiling.

Today was the day…

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Y/N couldn’t seem to sleep at all, so she woke up early at 6:30 jumping into the shower. Having the extra time, she took it to have a nice long soak in the hot water. The schedule of the day running through her mind.

The chance of them running into each other was practically at 100%. They had a time frame of 9-10 to get in and sign what they needed. Mr. Murdock said something along the lines that it would take about 30-45 minutes to get everything finalized and copied.

So yeah… Within an hour frame of needed 30-45 minutes of signing shit and getting multiple copies made, meant Bucky and her would most likely be sitting next to the other as it was done.

She let out a tired and irritated moan as she finally decided to turn off the water. She had it running for so long, her hands were prunes and the water was becoming lukewarm. The world was telling her to suck it up and move on with the day.

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The car ride there was dreadful. Every stop light just elongated the inevitable meeting. Every turn brought him closer to the terrifying reunion.

He was running early to begin with, but after hitting traffic from a wreck, he was now running just a few minutes behind. So weaving through the people who didn’t understand New York traffic was his specialty in showing up in time.

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She stopped at the coffee shop by her house before really heading to the attorneys office. The car ride to the place was easy and smooth on her end. From coming from the outskirts of Brooklyn, the inner city traffic was avoided for the most part. So she was there early. She even had a second to sit in her car and drink the latte she had bought. Something about Brooklyn latte’s was 10x better than anything California had.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact they actually had cold weather to pair the hot drink with, whereas where she now lived, the lowest low in temperatures was 70 degrees.

________________

Getting there with just 3 minutes to spare, Bucky rushed out of the car and walked with a hint of speed to the door that read Nelson and Murdock Law Firm.

No sign of Y/N yet, but as he walked in, he heard a shout from the street that caused him to turn as soon as he walked in. He didn’t have a second to register what the shout was about as he took two steps in and ran straight into someone’s back.

“Whoa!” he said, using his hands to brace himself on the mystery person's shoulders, and the other person making the same exclamation. “Oh God, I’m so sor-”

Before he could finish the apology, the women turned showing the face of his matured high-school-sweetheart.

“Oh,” he let out in a breathy turn. He could tell just from past experience with her, she had a snarky comment on her tongue at the run in, but upon seeing him, the words died on her lips. “Hey.”

She looked great. Like, really great after all these years. Not that she wasn’t a beautiful gal to begin with, but you never know how someone’s going to age. However, she looked almost the same.

Sure, she had aged some, but just like a nice bottle of the finest wine in all the vineyards of California. Maybe that was her secret given her new home.

Her Y/H/C hair was styled in loose curls. It was voluminous with a healthy shine to it. She had on an off white, canvas dress that cinched at the waist with buttons going down it. And she had a layered gold necklace going down her chest where the buttons were undone. She looked both professional yet casual at the same time.

Bucky realized he had been staring when she awkwardly looked around her trying to not pay attention to his analyzing eyes.

“Hey,” she said, letting out a deep breath.

She didn’t miss how good he looked either. Even in those facebook pictures that she had found the night before, the ones she found him just as attractive, they didn’t do the real man justice. His hair was just as long as the most recent picture his mother had posted, and he looked more muscular than she ever remembered. The scrubs didn't do his build justice.

He was wearing a navy blue v-neck tight fitting t-shirt. A brown leather jacket that looked as though it was tailored specifically for him and him alone. And lastly, he had on a pair of jeans that of course, fit in him all the right places.

There was a very awkward silence as they stood there not knowing what else to say. Neither now looking at the other, but instead looking at every little inanimate object item in the office.

After what felt like eons of the most tense silence to exist, Bucky was about to speak up again, but was cut off from another person running in late.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry guys,” the voice sighed, out of breath from what they presumed was running to get there on time. “Foggy was supposed to pick me up and we were going to ride together, but he got food poisoning last night, so I had to take the train last minute.”

The man had dark brown hair, a nice suit, and a pair of sunglasses on even though it was overcast today and the sun was barely peeking through the heavy clouds.

“Foggy?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head.

Bucky turned back looking at her with the same question on his mind, but watching the small action of confusion brought him back 10 years. God, it had been so long he had almost forgotten the little mannerisms she had that he found adorable. And damn her for still having that adorable action.

“Oh, right. Franklin Nelson. My co-attorney,” he nodded. “We’ve been friends since we were in college. Friends call him Foggy.”

“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded with a kind smile.

“Anyway, I won’t bore you with my morning chaos. I’m sure you two are ready to get this over with and go on about your day,” he smiled, and pulled a walking stick out from around him as he closed the door. One that neither had realized he had been holding until now. “You two much be James and Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Matthew Murdock.

“It’s nice to meet you Matthew,” Y/N replied sweetly.

“Yes, thank you for helping us out,” Bucky nodded, placing his hands nervously in his pockets.

“It’s my pleasure. I’m so sorry about everything that you guys are having to fix,” he said apologetically. But I’m sure you guys want to go about your day, so please, right this way,” he motioned to the door that was across from them.

Bucky and Y/N both shared an impressed look on their faces as they watched him maneuver through the office gracefully.

They followed close behind him and once they were seated in the chairs in front of the desk, Bucky began to fidget in his spot. Sure the office had been redone and really didn’t look much like it had all those years ago, but the layout was the same. And all it was doing to him was bringing back memories he hated trudging back to the surface.

He subtly looked over at Y/N and saw her sitting in perfect posture watching Matthew as if if she were to look at him and only him, then she wouldn’t have to face Bucky.

Why did he expect anything less? Of course she hated him just as much as she had all those years. She was probably dreading this meeting just as much as him. That small speck of hope that maybe they could be somewhat normal and civil upon meeting again after all this time, completely faded at that point.

“Ok, this really shouldn’t take all that much time since Foggy and I went ahead and wrote up all the things that needed signed and double checked. So we should be able to breeze through all this,” Matthew nodded, bringing up a thick file that looked as though it had tabs on the side organizing them.

Y/N looked over wondering just how he knew the difference between documents and noticed on each tab, there were bariel markings along them.

“If you don’t mind me asking, out of all places to live, why New York? It’s got to be hard getting around such a crazy busy city given.. ” Bucky asked, but didn’t finish not sure how to word it. Y/N snapped her head in his direction and smacked his arm. “Ow!” Bucky jumped, sending her raised eyebrows. “What the hell?”

“I’m assuming you’re asking because of this,” Matthew laughed casually as he pointed to his glasses. “Don’t worry. You would be surprised just how often I get asked that.”

“Yeah, it was just a question,” Bucky pouted toward Y/N while rubbing his assaulted arm. The two falling back into their old behaviors rather fast.

“I wasn’t always blind. I mean I have been for a good chunk of my life, but I’ve lived in New York my whole life as well,” Matthew went on to explain as he moved papers around. “If anything it would be harder for me to get around if I moved any place else. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“That’s impressive,” Bucky nodded, getting comfortable in his seat.

“Eh, it’s either learn or get bumped around the sidewalk of a place full of people who don’t give a second glance to anyone who’s in their way,” Matthew shrugged. “Oh, I need to go grab something before we start.”

He maneuvered through the room leaving the door open as he went across the office. Tension filled the air as they were left alone for a second time in the past 5 minutes.

Y/N was sitting straight forward, her eyes wandering here and there around the meeting room, but careful not to go over to Bucky’s side of the room. He looked down seeing her hands were fiddling in her lap. She was tapping her thumbs together while his leg bounced up and down.

Bucky had opened his mouth to start to say something, but even he wasn’t sure what was about to come out. Lucky for him, Matthew came back in and went back to his seat.

“Sorry about that. I thought I had it all, but needed to get some pens and one last paper I left on the printer last night.”

“You’re fine,” Y/N said professionally, but kindly. “I have one quick question, if you don’t mind.” Matthew nodded her on with a soft smile. “What exactly happened to Hammer after all this chaos was discovered?”

“Oh, yes. He, uh, he will not be an issue to anyone else to put it lightly. His license was revoked and terminated and he is currently on trial for money laundering and malpractice,” he answered.

“Serves him right,” Bucky mumbled, and instead of getting a smack to the arm, Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Ok, if you two are ready, let’s begin,” Matthew smiled before grabbing the first set of papers.

The two straightened in their seats and the process began.

After a few minutes of just signing, Matthew started to make notes of updated information for the two.

“Ok, Mrs. Barnes, sorry, Y/N,” he corrected quickly. “What is your line of profession at the moment?”

“I work at Horizon Labs in L.A. It’s a company a friend and I from college started up. I’m a Sustainable-Conscious Financial Advisor for a lot of smaller businesses as well as some bigger ones we recently just became partners with,” she answered.

“Horizon Labs, huh?” Matthew said with an impressed look. Bucky turned to look at her as she lightly blushed. “I think I listened to a podcast about them. You guys help companies use recycled goods and find energy efficient technology, right?”

“We just redirect them to people who can help them get those resources. It’s practically just connecting the companies that would work great together in helping the environment,” she nodded humbly.

“That’s amazing,” Matthew smiled. “We need more people and companies like that.”

“Thank you.”

He made note of that on a computer. “I’m assuming with all that, you have to be a little too busy for a second job, right? I don’t need to make note of another?”

“Uh, actually,” she added, Bucky’s already focused eyes on her quirked at her response. “I just invested in a Woman’s shelter with another friend of mine. I haven’t really got to do much with it, but it is a second job as of lately.”

“Wait? Nat?” Bucky caught on.

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded almost shyly. Probably the second time out of this whole meeting that she actually made eye contact with him. “My company works with them in getting some of the resources and items they need for the shelter. I talked with Nat and I invested into it some to help with some with their financial advisements.”

“Wow, th-that’s,” Bucky faltered. “That sounds like you,” he said with a breathy laugh thinking about how maybe she really hadn’t changed all these years. That being one of the ‘reasons’ they had broken it off, how people change and all. But that’s a story for another time.

Y/N didn’t show a response to his words, but she did take them in.

“So you run a woman’s home and you run a well-off business that promotes eco-friendly resources for the environment?”

“Well, I don’t run the woman’s home. That’s all my friends doing. I just help where help is asked if I can,” she answered once again humbly. No sense of egotistical pride hinted in her explanations or answers.

“That’s extremely impressive Y/N,” Matthew gushed some, and Bucky noticed the smallest form of attraction come off the lawyer. He straightened at that. “I’ll make a note of it. And you Mr. Barnes. What is your occupation?”

Bucky relaxed his shoulders and focused back at the issue at hand. Trying to not get jealous of something that wasn’t even his to be jealous of.

“I’m one of the head occupational therapist at Stark Theracorp,” he answered. Now it was Y/N’s turn to look at him intrigued. “I run the geriatric occupational therapy floor and manage our equipment and employees. ”

“Two very impressive people in the work field from what I’m getting,” Matthew chuckled some as he made the notes. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to ask about income from the both of you for the record. If you want to write it on a paper and hand it to me you can or if you are comfortable saying it outloud that works too. Either way, I’ll have Foggy add it in later to the finalized papers.”

“Wait, so we aren’t finalizing it today?” Y/N asked, somewhat shocked.

“Did Foggy not tell you?” Matthew asked. “I thought he reached out to you before this meeting.”

“I don’t believe so,” Y/N shook her head.

“Well, the reason this one is so quick is because I just need a few signatures and updated notes on you two. After that, I’ll make the altercations for the official papers and I’ll send those to you both on their own to get the final signature. You can either bring them to me here, fax them, or have them sent via mail after you signed off on them.”

“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded. The look of defeat in her posture and facial expressions.

It hurt Bucky a little seeing her reaction to it. Did she really want to get away from him that bad? Was he that much of a nuisance in her life? I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be divorced 9 years ago, but he didn’t want it then and it still hurt seeing just how much she wanted it now.

“That’s not an issue is it? I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Matthew apologized.

“No, no. It’s ok,” she said in reassurance to him. But she let out an almost bitter laugh before she spoke again. “We’ve been married for the past 9 years apparently. What’s a few more days?”

“I guess that’s true,” Matthew laughed with her.

Bucky rolled his eyes discreetly. He really hated how she was reacting with all this. It wasn’t surprising, but doesn’t mean it hurts any less seeing how badly she wanted out of the situation.

“Mr. Barnes, are you ok with that?”

“I’ll survive a few more days, I guess,” he returned just as bitterly as Y/N. The two looked at each other one more time, but this time, anger and annoyance was clear on both of their faces.

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Looking For A Place to Happen 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, drunkenness, some content not warned.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: The second last chapter of Sam for y’all!

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Chapter 6: Making stops along the way

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You laid on your side and hugged the covers as the bed shifted beside you. Sweaty, sore, exhausted, and the sun was only just dimming beyond the window. Sam’s broad back tensed as he sat up and stretched his arms above him. You could still feel him inside you, not that any reprise lasted long.

He said nothing as you heard the knock again. You barely noticed before but the pounding got louder as Sam pulled on grey jogging pants and chuckled. You groaned and hid your face against the duvet. Every move sent a thrumming pain through you, and agonized emptiness you resented.

Your knee hit the toy as it rolled against you and you flinched. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if it was him or the silicone stretching you. How had it only been a few hours? It felt like you’d been there for days.

“Damn it,” the voice grumbled from the other room, low and muffled by the wall, “I told you I was coming by.”

You recognized it from that fateful night at The Asp; deep and sinister. As brief as your encounter with the man, you could guess he was rarely anything but irritable.

“Calm down,” Sam replied lightly, “I got other things to do…”

“You got business,” Bucky retorted.

“Money’s in the bag,” you heard a soft rustle and a harrumph.

“Should’ve brought it direct,” Bucky complained.

“I’ve been taking care of your other problem,” Sam countered smoothly as you heard heavy footsteps move around the front room.

“I see that,” Bucky mused, his voice clearer, closer.

You lifted your head and quickly hid your bare leg and ass under the blanket. He chuckled as Sam neared and crossed his arms over his thick chest.

“She knows the rules now,” Sam said, “got it all under control.”

“Mmm,” Bucky lifted his chin and turned to Sam, “yeah, yeah, well… my girl…”

“Nice woman… stubborn like you,” Sam remarked.

“Stubborn’s a word for it. She’s, uh, concerned,” he said carefully, “about the girl. Says she’s young--”

“Not deaf either,” you sat up as you clung to the duvet.

He squinted at you and you flinched. Sam glanced at you and tapped a finger against his lips for you to be quiet.

“You know Steve’s girl is having that little thing at the bar. Her birthday or some shit.”

“Steve won’t shut up about it,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“He’s sweet on her. Too sweet.” Bucky sniffed, “Anyway, bring the girl, need mine to stop worrying.”

“Ah, sure, when was it again?”

“Tomorrow,” Bucky jutted his jaw out, “actually…” he peeked over at you as he thought, “take her by my lady’s place. The girls will be there getting all dolled up.”

“I’m busy--” you began and Bucky snapped his fingers at you.

“You said she knew the rules,” he pointed at Sam, “maybe you should remind her before I have to see her again.”

He turned and you saw his leather jacket as he stomped away, seizing a leather bag from the coffee table as he passed. The door slammed in his stead and Sam leaned against the wooden frame to look at you. He shook his head and sighed.

“Don’t know what it is about that man and women,” he gave a smirk, “but y’all sure do like to take the piss out of him.”

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It was easy enough to find any house in Birch, there were only so many. As you were realising too late, this was detrimental, not just to you but many in the thrall of the club’s clutches. There was no place to hide from those men and their cruelty.

He handed you your phone back before he let you go. He warned that you better use it wisely. He would meet you at the bar later; you were to make your way over with the group of women you didn’t know.

You neared the front door of the yellow house and knocked. You waited nervously, the cold air slipping in under your long jacket. A woman opened the door and you wondered if you were at the wrong place. Typical. You could even get lost in Birch.

“Oh, you must be the last,” she chimed, “I’m Mel.”

You smiled and awkwardly gave your name. She beckoned you inside and you added your boots and coat to those already by the door. You dressed for the occasion, Sam approved of the outfit with a growl after advising you to wear something slutty. You hadn’t worn the tight leather leggings and the strappy crop top since your club days in your two years of community college.

Mel looked you over but made no remark on your attire as she pointed up the stairs, “to the left, you’ll hear them.”

You ascended and the low hum of 90s music and female voices reached you from the slightly open door just down the hall. You neared and knocked as you waited tentatively. You knew Bucky’s girl from the bar but never had the chance to talk to her. You never did well with strangers, always the weird one, the funny one.

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl swung open the door, “just in time.”

“Um, hi,” you stepped into the small bedroom, “I brought tequila.”

You held up the bottle as you peered around. The mechanic was on the bed, her brows arched sardonically as she watched the quiet baker girl that sat at the slim desk and checked her appearance in a hand mirror. She hovered a stick of eyeliner in front of her face but never made contact with her skin as she bared her teeth. You put the bottle down on the corner of the dresser.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she wisped but quieted at her name as Bucky’s girl introduced them, “oh, hi.”

You smiled and stared quietly. You chuckled nervously and rung your hands. “Did you need help? I’ve watched some, um, Youtube stuff on it--”

“Sure,” she lowered the mirror in defeat, “I just don’t wanna mess it up.”

“That’s a lame present,” the mechanic said, “make-up? When you don’t even use it? I always knew Steve was a bitch--”

“At least he got me something,” she handed over the stick of liner as you neared and Bucky’s girl pushed a cushioned chest up from the corner for you to sit, “my pa never did.”

“Just because he’s less of an ass than your pa doesn’t mean he’s not an ass,” the mechanic spat as she pulled at the front of her stiff dress, black with little gems set into the fabric.

“Oh, and look at you, wearing that clown suit,” Bucky’s girl intoned, “we’re all in the same boat.”

“What kinda look you going for?” you asked as you cleared your throat.

“I… don’t know, something pretty,” she smiled meekly.

You nodded and looked over your shoulder at the bottle of tequila. You peeked back at the girl as she squirmed nervously.

“We should do some shots,” you said, “it’s your birthday, right? You should have fun… try to relax.”

“Her, relax?” The mechanic scoffed.

“Shots sound good, I’ll get some glasses,” Bucky’s girl said from behind you.

She left and you asked the baker to close her eyes. You held her head carefully as you stretched her eyelid and traced it carefully. It was much easier to do on someone else. You added a little wing and balanced out her other eye before you sat back.

Bucky’s girl plunked four short amber shot glasses on the dresser and poured as you went over the gift bag full of make-up with Steve’s girl. She chose a rosy shade of pink that you gently applied to her lips.

Bucky’s girl handed out the glasses. The mechanic didn’t flinch or wait before she downed hers. Steve’s girl frowned as she took hers and you gave a thank you as you accepted a glass.

“I can already feel the burn,” the baker girl bemoaned.

“Come on, loosen up,” you raised your shot and downed it, “jeez, how old are y’all?”

“Old enough to know better,” Bucky’s girl said, “you know, you really got yourself in the shit but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you.”

“Oh you mean the local den of assholes,” you snorted, “shot, shot, shot.”

You encouraged Steve’s girl until she reluctantly knocked back the tequila. You took her glass and your own and went to the dresser. You refilled them and offered her the second.

“You really don’t learn,” the mechanic blinked.

“No, I do but I’d rather be drunk and miserable than sober and miserable,” you raised your shot, “and you guys, this,” you pointed to them, “the look, sure you got some years but you’re still young enough. You needa show some skin.”

“It’s below zero,” Bucky’s girl narrowed her eyes.

“The tequila will keep you warm,” you nudged Steve’s girl and mirrored her as you drained your shot.

“She’s gonna get us all killed,” the mechanic muttered.

“No, I’m gonna get you lit,” you grabbed the bottle and turned up the little speaker in the corner before shimmying over to her. You filled her glass and took a swig directly from the bottle, “also, I can hardly feel anything anymore.”

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“I’m telling you,” you slurred, “you can’t wear that! We stop by my place and I’ll get you the look.”

“The look?” Bucky’s girl interjected, “you mean the hypothermic style?”

“My nan has more style than all of you,” you stumbled off the main road away from the bar, “come on!”

“We’re gonna be late,” Steve’s girl squeaked.

“For what? It’s your birthday,” you grabbed her hand and ran ahead.

The other two followed a few feet back as you led them down to your nan’s house. You dragged her up the steps and leaned heavily on the door as you burst through. The smell of cigarette smoke met your nostrils as your grandmother appeared in the door of the front room and puffed as she watched you sway.

“Nan!” you dropped the baker girl’s hand and outstretched your arms as you grandmother swiftly sidestepped you and sucked on her cigarette.

“I see you’ve made friends,” she tutted, “try not to make a mess of my house or you’ll be cleaning it up, drunk or not.”

“We won’t be here long, we just need clothes… you got any of that wine left?”

“No more for you, girly,” she chided.

“Girls, girls, girls,” you turned back, “this is my nan. She kills bikers.”

“Shut your mouth, girly,” your grandma snarled, “you might be three sheets to the wind but words carry.”

“Do you?” the mechanic spoke up, more and more quiet as she imbibed.

Your nan gave her a long look. There was a moment of silence, understanding, commiseration. The old lady shrugged and tilted her head.

“I haven’t messed with bikers since 1978 and I don’t plan on starting again,” she butted out the cigarette in the empty coin tray on the console table, “go on, get what you need and get out.”

“Ugh, fine,” you moped away and waved the girls up the stairs behind you.

You leaned heavily on the railing as you ascended and they followed behind you in disorder, several times supporting each other in the climb. Inside your room, you pulled open your closet and looked at the impulse purchases you never had a chance to wear. You don’t know why you bought them, they were all cheap and generic, but you were always a sucker for a sale.

“Here,” you handed the mechanic as shiny silver top with straps, “I should have something to go with it.”

You handed out clothes like candy, some of the tags still attached so you ripped them off clumsily. The mechanic ended up in the silver top and black pleather leggings, Bucky’s girl in dark blue dress with cutouts that you ordered in the wrong size, and Steve’s girl in no more than bright red bra and some high rise jeans.

“We’re gonna freeze,” Bucky’s girl whined.

“Suck it up and put your coat on,” you snapped, “now, we’re ready for fun!”

“Steve’s not gonna like this,” the baker moaned.

“You need more alcohol! Who gives a shit what he thinks?” The mechanic nudged her, “he’s a prick.”

“They’re all pricks,” Bucky’s girl giggled, “what’s this?”

You turned as she pulled out the bottle of Smirnoff hidden in your top drawer. It was still sealed because you didn’t like the grape flavour but she quickly broke the plastic. She took a gulp and scrunched her face as she held it out to Steve’s girl.

“No more, it’s too much!”

“If only Thor hadn’t dragged his girl off,” Bucky’s girl pushed the bottle to Steve’s girl’s lips, “but we gotta make up for her, don’t we?”

“Shit, shit,” the mechanic chuckled and grabbed the bottle as the baker struggled to swallow, “we’re gonna get in some shit, girls.”

“Is that idiot ever happy? Loki? What a dumb name?” Bucky’s girl snarled.

“They all suck,” you added.

“Ugh, don’t get me started on Sam,” the mechanic wiped her glistening lips, “preying on a kid.”

“I’m not… not a kid,” you hiccuped.

“You didn’t know who Aaran Carter is,” Bucky’s girl said, “you’re a kid.”

You laughed and took a swig and cringed at the burn of the vodka, “I’m an adult.”

“Sure don’t act like it,” the mechanic said loudly.

“Who gives a fuck? Tonight, we don’t,” Bucky’s girl said, “come on, let’s go see those bastards and show ‘em we don’t fuckin’ care.”

You snickered as you found your coat where you left it on the bed and the lot of you staggered down the back steps and around the house. The winter air crawled over you and sent a shiver up your spine. You hardly felt it in the warm glow of the alcohol; not the cold, not the dread that had lingered for days, not even the regret. You were completely and pleasantly drunk out of your mind.

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 4 years

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Let the Stars Witness

Okay okay holy— omg I did it! My first request and from an admired writer of mine no less!

From @kim-monsterlings : Hi and welcome!! Really looking forward to seeing your work! ~ If you would, could I request some form of friends to lovers with an orc? (Prompts maybe like, "you deserve better.") Thank you! <3

Since it wasn't specified on what their genders are, I hope your okay with what I went with! And I kinda trailed off from the prompt (or rather it's different but similar)

Anyways you'll know when you read!

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Pairing: Male Orc (Duruk) x Human Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: None.

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"You know, I never thought I would be friends with anyone here, especially with someone other than my, well, species," you tell your companion, your eyes not leaving the cloudless night sky as you lied on your back on the roof of his house. The stars were out tonight.

If you told your younger self that you'd be having great escapades (if running away and getting into a series of trouble fall under that) with an orc, you would most definitely cry your eyes out because you thought were being teased, taking it as a hurtful comment. You were sensitive like that. Part of the reason why no one would even go near you, afraid they might hurt you with a pat on the shoulder or with one word alone. You became the prime target of bullies, finding twisted amusement at your pathetic reactions. A crybaby, they called you. But it wasn't your fault you didn't have much control over your emotions. You were weird, asocial, timid, maybe even depressed. Having a neglectful family didn't help either, it just worsened.

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The morning you met Duruk was after the orientation. And it was not so good for a first impression.

Long story short, you cried.

But since you're perhaps curious as to what happened exactly, let's elaborate.

You had your headphones on, the melodic sound of gentle rain played in a 3-hour loop and blocked out other noises, your eyes glued to the path you were on. You took long and hurried steps, wishing you could teleport to your classroom and hide in the back, disappear or become invisible.

You were distracted, or should we say, focused on the ground and expecting everyone to step aside and let you through.

Well, except for the one who had his back on you.

You crashed—not an exaggeration— into something- someone massive. You stumbled back and landed on your bum, wincing from the impact. Luckily, your headphones were safe (ah yes, priorities), detaching from your ears and landing on your shoulders. When you looked up to see who it was, you thought your eyes were gonna fall off, grow little legs, and scamper away.

Before you stood an orc, halfway turned to glance at whoever it was that tried to push him, his sharp tusks jutting out from his maw. His brows were furrowed as he looked down on you. Sure, he wasn't as tall as the orcs you've seen around the city and campus but still was over 6 feet, with muscles thicker than your thighs, easily hulking you.

You tried to get out an apology and run as far as you could go, but you just sat there, frozen as you strained your neck to meet his gaze, you couldn't look away. Your heart was trying to claw its way out into the surface.

Then you felt the tears swell up.

They cascaded down your face before you even could stop them.

The orc's eyes widened at your reaction and crouched down to your level in an instant that he almost fell over. His hands hovered, not sure what to do.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry. Please don't—"

"I-I-I'm re..really s-sorry p-please don't hurt m-me..." You managed to choke out pathetically, hiccuping in every word.

"Shhh now hey, it's okay. It was an accident— what? No! Why would I do that?" he replied. The orc peeked over his shoulder and to the sides. "Let's get you to somewhere, uh, less crowded," he added. You turned your head and saw that you had an audience, whispers went around as they sent pitiful and disgusted glances in your direction, only making you cry even more.

He proceeded to unceremoniously lift you into his arms, bridal style, and dashed away. You gripped the front of his shirt and shut your eyes. You were trembling now, scared of what he might do to you. How could you even fight back with your small stature?

It wasn't long until you felt him slow down and placed you carefully on a bench. The orc knelt in front of you, brows scrunched up as he studied your face.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You didn't reply, only staring at him through your glassy eyes as you heaved.

You flinched when his hand started rubbing your back, his other hand placed on the side of the bench to balance himself.

He continued to caress your back and murmured soothing words in hopes of calming you down.

Your tears didn't stop falling until moments later when you came down from your initial fear, the warmth of his palm leaving your back once you did. All the while the orc remained where he was, at a loss of what to do next.

You rubbed your sticky face with the collar of your pale and blotchy crimson sweater, sniffing and taking slow, deep breaths before you spoke.

"I... I'm sorry for causing you trouble. E-Even going as far as to take me somewhere quiet. I...appreciate that." You thought you'd pass out with the way people gathered around you, it was suffocating. "Thank you..."

"I panicked," he started, "Sorry—I mean, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I get that a lot of people run away from the sight of me, but you didn't, and just froze there on the ground so..." he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

You shook your head. He was such an imposing figure to many, their first thought was most likely to get away or scream at him.

"You looked angry... When I bumped into you." You slammed into him actually, but he didn't budge an inch. Guess it was one-sided.

"Oh, that? Well, my brother scolds me a lot for having such a grumpy face, scaring humans away. Like he was the one to talk when he's taller and bigger than me! People would faint on the spot when they see him, I bet!"

The image your mind conjured up tore a laugh out of your body, two orcs arguing about how not to terrify people at sight was damn hilarious. When was the last time someone made you laugh like this?

The orc grinned, your reaction a contrast to that of earlier.

You opened your mouth to say something but the ringing of the great bell resounded, cutting you off. The two of you stood up as you realized you were late for your first class of the school year.

"So, uh, what now?" you asked.

"How about we go to our class, then maybe meet up later? Oh, fu— my mother will gut me— I haven't introduced myself!" He blurted out, his voice making you yelp with the sudden outburst.

Clearing his throat, he reached out, "I'm Duruk."

In turn, you gave him your name, taking his hand and smiled. "Hello, Duruk."

•

True to his word, you met again later when lunch came. The cafeteria was packed so you settled on getting the convenience food they offered and eat somewhere quiet.

Your conversation that day spiraled when you found out the two of you had a lot in common. From your favorite rock band to your favorite flavor of ice cream.

You both strongly agreed that vanilla ice cream was superior.

You agreed to meet up during breaks, always having something to chat about.

Eventually, you became inseparable.

He even changed and transferred to your class just so the two of you could be together at the start of the day rather than walk half of the campus to see each other every time.

You became best friends, sharing each moment in school, may it be helping the other stay awake in a boring class, or copying homework when one of you forgot to do it. Soon enough, Duruk started inviting you to his house to hang out. He did mention he had four other siblings, but he lived alone. You came by almost every night and on whole weekends to escape from home, only a few miles in between. No one would notice you gone anyways, but you returned around midnight, not wanting to impose on Duruk no matter what he says, so he walks you back instead.

You basked in each other's company. The odd and scrutinizing glares didn't go unnoticed when you two were together, but you shrugged them all off.

It didn't take long before you started having feelings for the orc, a little wishful thinking that you could be more than friends. You noted lately that his touches would linger seconds longer than usual, hugs and even a hand on your shoulder and back seem to be warmer and —you dare say— affectionate. It weighed heavily on your heart, your simple crush turned into something else, and it only grew with each passing day, and every laugh you shared.

But of course, you swatted those away, buried them deep inside every damn time they climb back up. Who could even love you? Yes, you have Duruk, he likes you, you think. But that's the end of it. Just close buddies. You can't take the risk of ruining your friendship with him and make things awkward with the only one you had! What if he stops talking to you, weirded out by your confession? You don't want to go back to being alone again, your heart can't take the rejection that came with it.

So you endured.

•

A little over five months ever since the embarrassing accident, here you are now, stargazing with your best friend.

"Well, good thing you didn't watch where you were going that time then," he says, chuckling beside you. His hands cushioned his head against the hard surface. "I wouldn't have..." he trails off.

"Hm, what?" you ask. Duruk went silent and didn't answer you for a time. You were about to let it slide but then he breathes in audibly.

"I wouldn't have met an angel if you did. Should've caught you in my arms, but sadly I didn't move fast enough." He replies, his voice deep and mellow.

You straighten up and turn to face him, your brows shot up, incredulous to what he just implied.

"W-Wait. What?" you squeak, your heart thumping hard in your chest, your skin warming up even in the chilled night air.

Is he—

"You're so cute, y'know that? Fuck it, it's all or nothing," he whispers under his breath as he sits up to face you. His expression was unreadable, but you see in his mahogany eyes a familiar glint of determination. "I'm not good with long-ass speeches so I'll make this short," he breathes in before he continues, "I feel something for you, for a while now, more than a best friend does, like...in a romantic sense. I want to cherish you and hold you in my arms every time I see you, I- ah fuck- damn it I just—" he growls, "I love you, so much and if you don't love me back then please re—"

You shut him off with your lips against his, Duruk's tusks pressing against your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. He was stunned for two solid seconds before returning the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close and into his lap.

You feel something wet roll down your hand and you immediately jerked back to see his face. The orc was crying.

Did you do it wrong? Were you so terrible at it—

"I don't deserve you... A monster like me doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Where was this coming from??

"Say that again, I dare you."

"I don't de—"

This idiot!

You pecked his lips to cut him off.

"You big dummy," you begin, "I love you too, idiot. You may be a monster but not what everyone else defines you as. I love you as you are. You're my best friend, and dare I say my l-lover now. Is that right...?"

Duruk gives you a small, gentle smile, "If you'll have me, then yes, for as long as you want me to be." He says, sniffling a sob as a couple more tears tumbled down his rugged face.

You never thought you'd see him like this. He was the one who kept making you laugh with his stories and terrible jokes. Before you, in your hands was someone vulnerable, his eyes soft and fond as he gazed into yours.

It made your heart pound and it hurt.

You leaned in and he met you halfway, kissing once again, deeper and more intimate this time. Real. You brought your arms around his neck, your tears spilling out and he tightened his grip around you. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but the way he hugged you like you were the only thing that anchored him in this world made you believe it wasn't. All of this was real and you couldn't be anymore happier.

From above, the glittering stars, the light gentle as they shone, bear witness to two freed hearts, bottled up feelings gushing out like a broken dam as you embraced one another and lost yourselves in the moment of bliss, cheeks stained and clothes lightly damp from the tiny rivulets of liquid that dropped down.

It's a lovely night, isn't it?

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Reign (3)

Summary: harry sees something he's supposed to have

Warnings: angst in the beginning, angst in the middle, angst near the end

Word Count: 4881 words

A/N: @devilinbetweenthesheet-s : dont cheat and don’t do drugs, kids

Tarnish (1) . Halo (2) . Reign (3) . Trial (4) .

Errors (5) . Ruin (6) . Crumble (7)

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A writer that cannot write is dead.

When one loses the ability to tell their stories and anecdotes through the mere action of swirling words together to create an imaginable atmosphere of real-world fantasy; they are dead. A writer recovering from the mundane and mediocre way of penning experiences to bounce back into what they used to be is difficult. It is easier to free fall and drown in the depths of despair. The moment thoughts and rumination fog up to form a blurry image of conviction is a warning sign, blaring at the back of their minds and sometimes even in their faces.

Harry is a writer--or, he was. Picking up the pen to style the words lingering in his head used to be as easy as blinking; quick and natural. Now, the words claw at the swell of his throat, trying to spit an adjective to describe the way he felt. It was at the tip of his tongue, waiting to be lathed into existence. It did not matter if his cognition was mingled with various chemicals aimed to be able to feel happiness.

He was sober but he had trouble placing his finger on why it was so strenuous to narrate his feelings throughout the breakup. Being high or drunk was never the answer for him. Weed made him tired and made him have a case of cottonmouth. Harry learned from a young age that he should only ever engage with alcohol if he was in a mindset and setting that catered to increase existing good vibes. He thought that maybe he was in an odd phase of perceiving the opposite, and so he intoxicated himself enough to understand that it didn’t matter if he was soaked head-to-toe in sobriety or whizzed out of his mind by the amber liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. But that wasn’t the circumstance. It also didn’t matter if he was grasping his favourite pen to write--because it was comfortable--or tapping his calloused thumbs against his phone keypad. Hell, it didn’t make a difference when he sat down and prepared his typewriter to indulge in a headspace of vintage songwriting. Maybe that would help.

It didn’t.

He had stories to tell. Everything was laid out in misty overcast yet Harry’s great ideas morphed into gentle mistakes, harsh mistakes and discoveries that had him almost ripping his hair out of the roots of his scalp. When he felt the wave of his ocean-thoughts rise and peek where the sand shifted, his fingers were ready to move and discern for the eyes to see. But with each fritter, he couldn’t seem to get even two paragraphs in to decide that it was utter shit.

Harry was old enough to understand that slumping on the wet sand was a part of life. Sometimes picking up a fistful of grains and throwing them back to the sea was a great way to release frustration. But it seemed like this plunge of his ability to write was a hole of quicksand. He was trying his hardest to displace himself as swiftly as possible but it only made his scenario worse. The muddy sand clung unto his legs like sticky glue, heftier with each effort to leave. He wanted to move on. He wanted to forget everything that occurred in the past four years. Harry wanted to erase Y/N from his life because she wasn’t around anymore to bring those memories back to sparkly existence.

What he needed to do was nestle himself into a certain depth, calmly, in order to pull a limb out and ensure that his progress on the so-called ‘moving on’ did not have any drawbacks. Until then, he cannot possibly create songs that he was well-known for if he wasn’t patient enough.

He wanted so badly to tell his side of the story. Harry craved to think as clearly as he did when he told Y/N about his plan for their future. Admitting to his feelings was a hard route. Sure, he can be vulnerable but it took a great deal of convincing on his part to immerse himself in the deepest parts of his brain to understand why he felt the way he did. He usually had the means of songwriting to help him out but that obviously wasn’t working out that good for him.

___

Harry was packing the rest of Y/N’s things in boxes to be picked up later in the afternoon. He was annoyed at first at how she depended on him to fold her clothes properly instead of doing the bundle of the work herself. But he guessed that she didn’t want to be around him for longer than she had to. To be frank, he also did not want to indulge in what might turn into an argument if they spoke about the reason for their breakup. It was just a bit confusing because he had an urge to still want her around despite their less than likely situation.

Torture. If Harry had one chance to describe the way he felt right now; it was torture. With every nook of Y/N’s side of the closet emptying into brown, cardboard boxes--he physically how much she had integrated her life with his. How much space she took up in his life. How his clothes and her clothes were so interchanged between them that he couldn’t decide if the gray pull-over was actually his or hers. And in a moment of selfishness did he tuck it away for his safe-keeping despite seeing the tag imprinted on the inside; a shop that he hadn’t set foot in so it was a guarantee that it was hers.

Her scent embedded in the thin threads of each fabric wafted to his nose; each with a new wave of memories engulfing his senses as if each piece garnered a specific scent tailored to a specific event. Like her sunflower sundress--it smelled of fresh flowers as if the print was a scratch and sniff that released a fragrance. Or their DIY-ed tie-dye shirt of pastel blue and cotton candy pink. It was a matching piece made out of the cheap dye and a simple white tee but it was theirs. Things like these made Harry want to yell in frustration because every time he thought that he was completely over her-- Y/N appears out of visibly nowhere and towers over him.

Seeing her for the first time in days was a breath of relief. She looked fine. Glowing even, and Harry did not know what to make of it. As sadistic as it sounded, he was expecting dry-stained tears and a birds’ nest of hair trampling her head. Instead, Y/N was dressed for comfort in her baggy jeans and an even looser sweater covering her body. Her lips were drawn in a thin line, giving him a nod in greeting as he gestured to the boxes littering the floor.

Harry offered to help--it was the least he could do. And somehow, silence protruded from the tense atmosphere, begging to be cut by a knife yielded through their voices nipping at each others’ emotions.

“Let go of my damn hand,” Y/N stated, her hard stare could turn Harry into stone. He just wanted her to listen before she left.

He shook his head in denial of her request, tightening his grip further. “No. Listen to me, Y/N,”

“What do you possibly have to say that will change anything between us?”

And maybe it was her fault for assuming that he wanted to fix things. The sliver of hope thinly dressed behind closed lids enabled her to think that maybe he was going to say that he wanted to make things work again. That he had broken up with Camille and he realized what a stupid he had done throwing away everything they built up to for the past four years for an affair that couldn’t quench the thirst of his desire to have a family.

Harry sighed, a shadow of mischievous smirk painted on his lips. But maybe it was Y/N’s sight in deception because she could never see Harry as anything other than sweet and kind Harry incapable of hurting a fly.

“What? I don’t intend to. We’re broken. We’re beyond fixing,”

The hitch in her breath was as sharp as the stare he was searing her with. Forcing her to please understand that this would be their last conversation--if time and fate were on their side. “You’re not something I would take the time to handle,”

“Stop saying shit you don’t mean, Harry” Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. His macho act was barely an act and more like a stage curtain easily pushed with a flick of a wrist.

“Things I don’t mean?”

“You heard me,” She crossed her arms over his chest in defence, leaning against the closed trunk. “Say what you will but our love was real. Don’t make me seem like I’m crazy. Don’t tell me that I’m a mistake,” Her voice was filled with confidence because she knew the affection that Harry diffused.

The cradles of his palm at the small of her back when they had to walk past a crowd. The subtle graze of the back of his fingers caressing the bare skin of her arm. Kisses pressed to her temple as she read a novel and swirling fingertips twirling her hair. These were acts of love that happened nearly every day in their relationship. A routine that felt different if it wasn’t done to or with each other.

Exasperatedly, Harry felt the same itching crawling up his spine. His ego ballooning into a delicate size and one more word from Y/N’s lush lips would have him on his hands and knees, begging for her back.

“This, us, was a fuckin’ mistake,” Harry’s accent thunked heavily in her cochlea, practically spitting the words out of his mouth as if they were poisonous. Ringed fingers gesticulated the space between them to emphasize how much of a misunderstanding they truly were. “I should’ve known the second things went further than planned,”

Y/N felt her heart drop to her full stomach. The feeling so nauseating that she instinctively palmed her belly over the fabric to protect her little baby from his harsh words. Even though they weren’t directed towards anyone but Y/N. She didn’t think that their unborn child deserved scrutiny from their own father.

“You don’t mean that, Harry.”

Because how could he? Not when he emulated sincerity through his syrupy voice. Not when he spent hours loving on her tummy and spoke to it like he would if she were pregnant. Especially not when every kiss from him felt like a buzz of electricity coursing through her veins because he was the main distributor of her happiness.

Harry truly was an asshole for making her hope and wonder of what the future held when he was unsure himself. He did want a family. That was a statement in all its truthfulness. What he wasn’t sure about was if he wanted a family with Y/N. He could have a family; kids of his own in his own time. But Y/N didn’t have to necessarily be the mother. So was he besotted with the concept of family and marriage regardless of who it was with?

“But I do,”

The rain started drizzling in frequent spurts, planting a fat droplet on her cheek that could be argued as a tear escaping Y/N’s eye. It hurt a lot to hear that from him. The man of her dreams blatantly denying each sugary word because his plans had changed.

“You’re a goddamn mistake is what you are,’

“Why are you. . .saying all these things to me? Are you trying to hurt me?” The shakiness of Y/N’s tone had Harry swallowing his words down his strep throat.

He shook his head in disagreement, “No, I’m not. ‘M just tryna make you see my side. So you can understand,” His head dipped to the side, softening his tone yet stern as though he was speaking to a child.

And that was one of the reasons why Y/N didn’t believe his all-too stoic demeanour about her. Harry was great at making others see his side regardless of how much in the wrong he was.

So why was he struggling?

___

Needless to say, he wasn’t very respectful towards Y/N any other time afterwards. He had unblocked her number months after blocking it at one point and demanded answers that he didn’t have the right to know. In retrospect, Harry was embarrassed by the way he acted. He did cheat on her and suddenly he was a saint because she moved on quicker than he thought she would? Unbelievable.

In his defence, the night he became the drunk caller was the same night he fought with Camille about having children; having a family they can call their own. Ever since that discussion did Harry notice a dispatch in their relationship. It was like they were aware of a missing link that had disappeared in their connection, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to bring it up. Harry supposed that now that Camille knew what he wanted (and vice versa)--she was feeling the pressure of giving in to him. Don’t get him wrong, Harry absolutely wanted a family and he thought that Camille was the right partner to build it with. However, he couldn’t help the voice at the back of his mind slyly whispering that he had forced her to give him what he wanted for the sake of saving their failing relationship.

___

It had been two and a half years since he mildly and miserably accepted that his dream family was being erased like a pencil on paper.

The first year; Harry still clung to the obscure hope that Camille might change her mind of having kids. Many fights sprouted between the two of them concluding in them sleeping at different places for weeks on end until they eventually crawled back to each other like an invisible string. The second-year; Harry brought up the idea of adoption. It was a hard choice for him as he desperately wanted kids of his own. A boy that looked like him and his love or a little girl that smiled at him with deep dimples mirroring his own.

And Harry liked to think that he was just on the edge of convincing Camille to consider the option when his tour was scheduled a few months after. A new dealbreaker was that Harry wasn’t going to be around much to watch and nurture the little bub they might’ve adopted. It was a sudden intrusion to think about since Harry was good with kids. He knew that. That was why he had three godchildren of his own. But what hit him the most was how sure Camille sounded when she yelled at him about leaving for months at a time and returning for a bit, only to leave again. Now, Harry hadn’t considered that part. But surely he will be ready to choose between a family and his career, right? When the time comes, he thought.

___

It pained Harry to admit that his relationship with Camille was dwindling down the drain. The knowledge that there was no future--the one that Harry envisioned--for them was getting more and more real each passing day.

A late-night grocery trip was one of the many examples that had Harry rethinking his actions for the past couple of years. It was the time period where night owls arose and barely any customers littered the aisles. Still, Harry made sure to keep his hoodie up to shield his face.

Camille had an early flight to Milan in just a few hours later that day and she wanted to purchase some things to bring with her; in case they weren’t available in the country. So here they were at three in the morning.

As Camille walked ahead of him in her sweatpants and a plain tee, Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker to the clothing section to his right The first-floor space was decorated with pastel blues and pinks; a stroller was displayed with a price would not make a dent in Harry’s bank account.

“‘M just gonna grab somethin’ over here, Cam,” Harry muttered as he pointed a thumb behind him. She nodded, “Meet me at the produce? Need to get you some fruits,”

Harry felt guilt thudding his chest because although he was losing feelings he thought were written in stone, Camille appeared to care for him the same way she always had.

He walked to the brightly lit area, puffing his cheek as a cute onesie caught his eye, “You’re so golden” with the word ‘golden’ printed in a shiny, yellow glimmer. He smiled at the thought of baby angel cooing at him as he tickled her tummy. Harry passed by the shoes next, picking up a pair barely the size of his palm. His mind flashed back to a conversation with Y/N years ago,

___

“I’m just saying,” Y/N took a bite of a pickle she held on her left hand, “Baby shoes have no business being that expensive,”

Harry chuckled from his place across the counter, “Babies need shoes too, love,’

She grabbed her fork and stabbed a piece of strawberry from her bowl, “I didn’t say the don’t need shoes. For tiny things, they could at least be a bit cheaper,”

Harry watched as she munched on a pickle on her left and took a bite of a strawberry on the other. His tongue poked out in a gag at the odd combination, resorting in glare and a huff from Y/N.

“You should try it instead of judging me,’

“No, thank you. Watching you eat it is enough for me,’

___

Harry craned his head at each aisle, hoping to find Camille and to distract himself from the endless Y/N related thoughts that somehow returned to his brain. He needed his girlfriend to remind him that he cannot just knock on Y/N’s door and ask her about the baby she has. If he could hold them for a bit because his baby fever was through the roof.

Locating the produce section, Harry whistled mindlessly as he searched for a blonde head of hair, failing to notice that there was a basket in front of his feet. He had kicked it, jolting him out of his thoughts in a hurry.

A man with brown hair sporting an outfit similar to his (sweats and a hoodie), chuckled at him as Harry leaned down to retrieve the gray basket filled with a jar of pickles.

“Sorry man,” Harry muttered, holding the handles up for the man to carry.

“It’s alright, it happens,” The guy had not seen his face yet, too busy inspecting the carton of strawberries.

He decided to continue the conversation, “Strawberries and pickles? Odd combo, huh,” Harry was briefly reminded of Y/N’s obsession with the two rival products.

“Yeah, m’lady loves ‘em. Had a craving in the middle of the night. She’s in the car right now with our lil bubba,”

Harry’s heart fluttered at the mention of a baby. He needed to get his rails in check. He cannot keep having his heart bursting with adoration at the mere mention of a baby.

“I’m Connor,” He said, finally facing Harry after choosing the best carton.

“I'm--,”

“Harry!” Both men turned their heads towards Camille carrying a basket full fruits and green veggies, “Got you some stuff to blend for your smoothies,”

Connor squinted his eyes at the couple and Harry internally screamed because he knew that he and Camille had been recognized. “Harry. Yeah, I know you,” The sudden hostility made Harry confused as Connor grasped his basket from him in a harsh manner, heading towards the checkout.

The rest of the time inside the store was filled with curiosities as Harry carried the paper bags towards the car, barely recognizing Connor’s figure heading towards his own vehicle. Luckily, Harry has parked only a few slots away and could inconspicuously watch Connor and his so-called ‘lady’.

Except, Camille was ushering him to hurry up as she still had a few things to pack at home.

___

On most days, Harry was used to waking up alone. Used to feeling the shiver crawling up his side, used to seeing the indent left by Camille’s body instead of her. He had grown familiar with the sudden cast of loneliness blanketing him thicker than the duvet on top of his body.

The early morning trip to the store had tired him out, paired with the overthinking of the man named ‘Connor’ that flipped his attitude towards him quicker than he could kick the grey basket with his feet. He flopped back to the mattress after washing his face and brushing his teeth. It was noon when he jolted out of bed again at the sound of his front door opening, voices filling the empty space that had Harry running towards the foyer in case there was an intruder.

His tense shoulders sagged in relief when he caught sight of his mum and Gemma, “Oh, s’just you guys,”

Both women looked up at him at the top of the stairs, “You forgot we were coming over for the weekend, didn’t you?” Gemma teased as she headed to the living room. Harry followed, walking down the stairs.

He scratched the nape of his neck nervously, “No. . . “

“Can you help me reach this, H?” Anne called out from the kitchen.

His mum gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Yes, you did, by the way. Slept through the whole morning. Good thing Camille let us in before she left,”

At the sound of a bag crumpling and squeals echoing the hollow house, Harry scrunched his nose in curiosity, briskly walking where Gemm was currently holding up tiny baby clothes in front of her. “Who’s that for?” He thought of any possible friends that had had a baby recently but couldn’t recall any.

She immediately stuffed the clothing into the bag, nervously placing a hand on her chest, “Gosh, Harry, you scared me,” Her brows went high on her forehead in alarm, sharing a look with her mum trailing behind Harry.

“Well? Did I miss something?”

“Oh, it’s for one of my friends,”

Harry contemplated on his next words, “D-did you know that Y/N had a baby?” It couldn’t be right if his sister and mum knew about his exes baby and not him, right? That’s just plain odd to still be in touch with an ex's family. His brows furrowed in suspicion as both of them declined his question.

“What? Nooo,”

Awkward silence filtered through the air as Anne sipped water from her mug and Harry was slowly putting the pieces together. Gemme dove to the centre of the couch where her phone was when it rang suddenly, surprising all three of them. Harry was quicker, eyeing his mum and sister and inspecting the emoji substituting as a name before sliding his thumb to answer it.

"Hey, Gems! Are you coming to the park? We're waiting for you,”

Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach just as the phone nearly slipped from his clutch. That voice. He could recognize it from everywhere having spent nearly every morning for the four years that they were together hearing it lulling him out of sleep. It was Y/N’s voice calling his sister who was looking extremely anxious.

He tapped on the ‘mute’ button, “What does she mean ‘we’?”

“Nothing! Give me my phone back,” Gemma tried to reach for the device but Harry held it high beyond her reach.

“I saw the picture you sent me. I told you that you and Anne didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry felt dizzy. “Connor and I got some things a few weeks ago. But that skirt is so adorable!”

One part of him was glad to hear her voice. In fact, Harry found himself smiling too, despite what he just heard. Connor. “Harry, won’t be there right? Hello? Have I been talking to myself this whole time,” Y/N laughed a little; she had a habit of talking endlessly when she was excited. It made Harry more sombre, letting his guards down and his arm in reach for Gemma to grasp.

“Hey! I'm just organizing the clothes, see you soon!" Gemma jammed her finger on the red end call, anxiously glancing at her brother, piecing everything together.

“Who's Connor?" Could it be that the Connor he met last night was the same as Y/N’s? The one who bought pickles and strawberries--one of Y/N favourite food combinations? He mentioned that he had a little girl and Y/N just called to meet his sister and his mum at the park. And baby clothes?

Anne and Gemma looked at each other, quickly deciding that for the benefit of Harry that they should tell him at least a little bit. He was looking as if he was going insane, especially with his bed head pointing his hair out in different directions.

“He’s Y/N’s partner”

Harry gulped, reeling his thoughts to a halt, “Partner? And the baby is...?” The last bit of confirmation was all he needed to lash his feelings out.

“Is... waiting for us at the park! Sorry H gotta go,” Gemma was swift enough to gather all the bags without having Harry chase after her. His state of confusion and shock was enough to render him partially speechless and immobile.

“Hey wait!”

Anne garnered his attention, “Oh, Mrs. Q from next door wants me over for dinner. I’m sure wants to see us both. Why don’t you get ready, Harry?” Anne tugged his arm in the direction of the staircase pushing him to stumble up a couple of steps.

Harry was confused. He made the sounds of his footsteps creeping up the wooden stairs, hearing his mum quietly talking to Gemma on the phone, “Elmsway Park, you said? How long till you're home? I’m not sure how long I can keep him occupied,”

With that being said, Harry was out of his house, silently unlocking and locking the door. He was dressed in some basketball shorts and a graphic tee, slipping on the first pair of sneakers he had tossed aside. Harry jogged to his car, typing in the name of the park on his phones’ GPS. The route was only a few minutes away so he decided to take his time, gathering his scattered thoughts along the way.

He parked just beside the playground scouting the trees around the premises. Harry decided that it was the perfect day. The sun was out. It wasn’t too humid and the birds were chirping on the branches. He could see why the playground was full of children running around in delight. The green patches of grass were partially filled with picnic blankets and food to be shared. Families laughed with each other as one in particular caught his eye.

It made him smile at first, seeing just how adorable the couple was with their baby. He exited the car, making sure to lock the vehicle. With his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his shorts, Harry could feel the tethered grass rubbing against his legs. As he got closer, he couldn’t help the twinge of familiarity spark in his chest, recognizing that what he was staring at was Connor playfully chasing a little girl of about two-years-old as she squealed at how close he was getting to tagging her.

Harry stood by a tree, shielding him away from view. He tried to appear invisible without seeming too creepy. He knew that it was only a matter of seconds before his eyes found the woman he had been missing, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Connor picked up the little girl in his arms, dotting pecks all over the girls’ cheeks, causing her to giggle and push his face away with a tiny palm. And there she was standing outside the raised platform of the playground, coming up to the both of them with a juice box in hand to hydrate the little angel. Connor turned his attention to Y/N, planting the most adoring kiss on her lips that made her smile so wide and the baby cover her eyes. They laughed together, looking like a picture-perfect family.

Gemma sat on the bench, flickering her gaze to the precious family in front of her and to the figure of her brother walking away from the scene. Her heart broke for Harry, and it cracked, even more, when he turned back. This time, watching Connor and Y/N cheer on baby angel to go down the slide. Both of them clapped their hands in enthusiasm as the girl hesitantly slid down the plastic slide. The smile on her face was infectious.

It almost made Harry smile, too.

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