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drunk-on-dk · 8 months

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Tight Laced | Kim Mingyu (m)

Pairing: shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader Genre: fluff, smut, roller-rink!au, 70s!au Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~4.7k

warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader is on a budget and a bit clumsy; reader is called a square; explicit smut scenes; protected sex!; oral (fem receiving); sensitivity from multiple orgasms (fem); marking; public sex(?); mingyu hooking up on the job (?); desperate, whiny Mingyu; pls lmk if I’m missing anything; apologies as there may be some errors

a/n: I’m so excited to be back with a new post, especially as part of the 70s;teen collab with @svthub. I’m so thankful to be a part of another collab, it was so fun to really get into writing again and take some time to really enjoy writing a fluffier piece. Please be sure to go give love to each of the creators in the collab, they are all amazing, please go to this link to give their works a read!

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights.

You wanted nothing to do with it, especially when most of your days were spent in your college’s library, trying to rack up as much spare change that you could with such a low paying part-time job.

Nevertheless, the job was arguably worth it. The library was peaceful, and the downtime allowed for studying. Other than classes, you really didn’t stray far from organizing shelves and spending nights at the cozy cavern of books that funded your education.

Which is exactly why it was shocking to your roommate, the outgoing and spunky Julie, when you strolled home at your usual time on Saturday afternoon and showed a bit more curiosity as she prepped for the night’s events. As per usual, her free-spirited attitude helped loosen you up after your morning shift, plopping down on your leather couch with a huff of relief.

“What’s so fun about going to the disco rink every weekend?” You pondered aloud, observing as she packed away her roller skates into her mini duffle, an anxious hand of yours reaching out to the pet rock sat on the end table.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N,” Julie exhaled with a smile, spinning around to show her typical skating garb, pin straight hair whipping around her shoulder like a movie star. As per usual, she sported nylon disco shorts and a fun colorful top. “It is so fun to get dressed up, skate around, socialize, and groove to some great music. You’ve got to try it one day! It’s freeing, and God knows you need some of that.”

You chuckle, unable to deny that maybe, just maybe, it would be nice for you to get out and let loose for once. It does seem like a good time, especially since Julie never misses a single weekend since the rink became the hot spot, but you know all too well that she is the most positive person you’ve ever met.

As if Julie can sense your consideration, she gasps, clearly excited to make her next suggestion. “Why don’t you join me tonight, Y/N?”

“I don’t even have skates,” you counter, but it’s a feeble argument, knowing that it won’t suffice as an excuse for Julie. “You also know I’m a klutz,” you add, whining, as if that makes it any better.

“Well, we can get you a pair. They are sold cheap at the shop in the rink, or you can rent them. Plus, if you end up falling, just hang around and enjoy the music. Don’t be such a square.”

It’s a solid argument, Julie can practically see your walls crumbling down as you finally accept her invite to join her for the first time in the past year. It’s all a blur as Julie squeals, immediately dragging you towards her closet and holding up options for tonight.

As if you were Julie’s own personal Barbie doll, she quickly dresses you in what she finds suitable for your first night out. A pair of cut-off shorts and a colorful halter top to match hers. She doesn’t forget the finishing touches, pulling out a pair of thick socks for the both of you.

“Believe me, don’t forget to wear these,” she states, hinting at the risk of blisters, but they suit the final outfit regardless.

Before you have the chance to change your mind, you find yourself alone at the skate shop, considering if you should just purchase a pair of skates or rent them.

However, you were already enjoying yourself, the car ride to the rink with Julie’s friends was fun, and the appeal of the night was already becoming clear. Maybe it would be worth it to just suck it up and buy a pair. Julie had offered to stick around and help you with the skates, but you shooed her off to ensure she made the most of her night, promising that you’d join her sooner than later if all goes well.

You’re lost in your thoughts, the sound of ABBA reverberating in the background as you compute and make mental calculations on how much money you can spare to spend on a new pair of skates. That is up until a larger figure situates himself on the counter across from you.

“Aren’t they slick?” Dark, almost puppy-like eyes meet yours, the sudden presence of the shop clerk in your personal bubble snapping you back into reality.

It’s almost hard to speak, the clerk is a handsome man with fluffy raven locks, and, to be quite honest, you’re not so sure what he’s calling ‘slick.’ “Pardon me, but which ones are you referring to?”

“Oh,” he laughs shyly, his head flipping between you and the skates behind him almost nervously. “I’m not quite sure myself actually, I thought you may have been looking at the skates on the top right shelf, usually people just need some words of encouragement after they’ve been looking for so long.”

Goodness gracious, he is endearing, you think. There is something so boyish about his presence that makes you feel a bit more comfortable around him, even if he has looks of a Casanova actor. Even if his arms are rippling as he shifts his weight on the counter in front of you.

“Well,” you pause, taking a second to read the name on his name tag, “Mingyu, is it?”

He nods, a little too eagerly and you’re almost worried he’s going to shake up all the blood in his head.

“I have been looking at all the pairs, Mingyu. Just not sure on the price, and I’m not so sure it’s worth buying a pair if I don’t even know how to skate. Any recommendations?”

Mingyu considers your situation for a minute before turning around to face the shelving behind him. You can’t help but blush slightly, finally noticing his tight corduroy pants that accentuated the length of his legs. He seems to settle on a pair quickly, dropping them on the counter in front of you with a satisfied look on his face. The slam of the skates on the counter pulls you out of another bout of spacing out.

“Alright, space cadet, I’d recommend these. They are great for someone on a budget, but the wheels won’t lock up on you and they look nice too,” he’s a good salesman, they do look nice, but you still find yourself worrying more than one should for a leisurely activity like this.

Mingyu senses your reluctance and decides to throw in one last sales pitch, “plus, if you purchase these now, I will throw in a free skating lesson with the one and only professional roller-skater.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, hesitant fingers running over your purse zipper as you wait for the punch line. “And who would that be?”

“Me! Who else would it be?” Mingyu exclaims, his bright smile immediately reflecting one onto your face. He seems so pure and kind; how could you even say no to the offer?

“You’ve sold me,” you laugh, finally diving into your purse and gathering up the right amount of bills to make the transaction.

Mingyu is swift with accepting the money, wasting no time to hand you the change before promptly starting on the laces, blabbering mindlessly about how you won’t regret your purchase. Honestly, he’s talking too quickly for you to even process what he is saying.

It was quite astounding how he so easily sold you on the skates. He could be twisting your arm for all you know, but his smile seems so earnest, so you’ll give it a shot.

Worst case, you’ll come back on another day when he isn’t working and attempt to return the skates.

“Are you ready? Let me help put these on you,” Mingyu asks, dropping a ‘Be Right Back in 15 minutes’ break stand on the counter and skating around through the back gate with your new skates in hand.

He guides you to a nearby seat and starts explaining the best way to lace up your skates. Mingyu asks for your name at some point, and all you can do is stutter out your name nervously in response. It’s all garbled after that, your mind going blank as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus as his fingers help lace up your new skates, large hand wrapping around your ankle and sending goosebumps up your spine when he deems they are laced tightly enough.

“Laces too tight?” He asks, the question innocent, but the way his eyes flicker up towards yours sends heat right to your lower stomach.

“Nope, all good. At least I think.”

Mingyu chuckles, sensing your nerves and patting your knee in support, “alright, well get up then. Let’s try them out.” He slaps his thighs before standing upright, holding a large hand out for you to take, and pulling you up with him.

Feeling like you were just born with new legs, you’re hesitant to start moving, and you quickly realize how precarious the skates are. Instinctually, you grasp onto Mingyu polo, and he is quick to give you tips on how to keep you balance.

Mingyu assists in guiding you towards the rink, reminding you of techniques on keeping balance, and letting you know you two will take a lap slowly around the rink first.

It doesn’t take long for Julie to notice you two, her jaw dropping when she sees you latched onto the stranger for dear life as he holds your hand, pulling you along the side walls of the rink.

She sends you a look from across the rink, hair flowing in the wind before she slows down her speed. You shrug, a blush coloring your cheeks as Mingyu attempts to regain your attention by tugging gently on your fingers.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize, almost stumbling and falling backwards as you redirect your attention, but Mingyu is quick-thinking to steady you. “I’ll focus better, I know your time is precious as a professional roller skater.”

It’s an attempted joke, and warmth fills your chest when he laughs, his eyes lighting up with joy as he does a little wiggle move in an attempt to prove his skills to you.

“No worries let’s keep on truckin,” he winks, continuing the lesson without another beat passing. His hands stay linked with yours, skating backwards easily as he corrects your feet from a pigeon-toed position to pointing outwards.

Time goes by too quickly with Mingyu, he’s all too charming for you, and the wind that flows through his and your hair as you skate together makes it feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You can understand why Julie loves Saturday night skates so much, the atmosphere is phenomenal, Julie occasionally slapping your behind when she passes by and thanking Mingyu for his help.

Skating also sounds especially appealing if Mingyu is here on these nights.

It’s disappointing when the night comes to an end. Julie has to practically tear you away from Mingyu’s skate shop, especially since he had to return back to the counter after a couple of laps, but he continued to spend the night and share tips with you. He even agreed to give you another free lesson.

Of course, you ended up joining Julie the next weekend for another skate, absolutely satisfying her as well. As exhilarating as it was knowing that you got to see Mingyu again, it was also exciting having more time with Julie, and being able to enjoy the hobby she loved so much with her. You’d even claim that some of Julie’s free-spiritedness was rubbing off on you finally.

Shockingly, you had denied picking up another shift at the library. Your boss wasn’t quite happy with your response, but Julie had encouraged you with a thrilled “stick it to the man” before dragging you out for another night.

Ultimately, Julie was right, skating was absolutely freeing, and you now had something to look forward to on the weekend other than spending hours of your life working.

However, inevitably, weeks passed rapidly, and you surprisingly became quite good at skating after how frequently you’ve visited the rink.

It’s been about a month since first joining Julie at the rink. Now you’ve become addicted to the weekend, absolutely looking forward to the loud music of the disco rink, colorful lights, and especially having the chance to see Mingyu’s dazzling smile.

Now you find yourself gliding across the floor much easier now, Mingyu signaling a thumbs up each time you pass by the skate shop, looking proud of how well you’re able to keep up with Julie as she drags you beside her and sings along with the Bee Gees, ABBA, and Donna Summer songs.

Sometimes you even do a little spin on the skates to show your new and improved skills. It makes both Mingyu and Julie laugh, Mingyu shouting “groovy moves” towards you both as you begin to coordinate your spins.

Yet, there’s a twinge of disappointment inside of you, knowing you no longer have the excuse that you’re poor at skating, and will no longer require the assistance of Mingyu. Thus, no longer feeling the burn of his fleeting touches as he helped encourage you to skate faster. No longer feeling the flames erupt inside your belly as he held your waist to balance you. No longer feeling his hot breath on your neck as he spoke instructions near your ear, even if it was just so you could hear him over the blaring music.

The only thing that kept you fed was that he only seemed to smile at you each time you passed by, even when most rink attendees had their eyes on him as well.

Julie seems to catch onto your fleeting looks, nudging you as a slower song came on to cool the rink, the lights dimming low and the disco ball being the only light radiating the rink. Mingyu’s tied up helping another girl around your age at the counter, her flirtatious nature clear as she covers his hand with hers.

Mingyu seems unsure about this advance, withdrawing his hand, but politely helping the girl with her rental skates.

“You two are ridiculous,” Julie sighs, “he’s clearly into you, you’re clearly into him, and both of you are too well-mannered to say anything. Hold on.”

Before you can say anything, Julie kicks your ankle, it’s a light kick, but it’s hard enough that it makes you bend over in slight pain. Like the speed of light, Julie is stomping off and skating over towards Mingyu’s shop. You can’t tell what she says to him, clearly pointing towards you, and you’re already preparing for the worst by the way Mingyu’s eyebrows raise almost up to his scalp.

Julie looks smug as Mingyu rushes towards you, the look of concern on his face making your heart beat a little too abnormally as you grip onto the sidewalls of the rink for support.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Why aren’t you sitting down? Julie should have taken you off the rink,” he seems stressed, quickly making his way into the rink and examining your bent over state.

“Oh,” you gasp when Mingyu’s arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to lean all your weight into his broad body. “What do you mean? Julie just – “

“Your ankle,” he mutters, looking down at your feet worriedly as he finally sits you on a bench off the rink. “We need to get these skates off, come back to the shop with me really quickly, I have a med kit in the backroom, and I can wrap your ankle up.”

You don’t know what to say, unsure of the turn of events, shooting Julie daggers with your eyes as Mingyu carries you past her, but she looks all too smug for your liking.

Mingyu is prompt, carrying you into the backroom of the shop and propping you up on a small counter next to a sink. It’s a small room and it’s a tight fit for the two of you. The proximity is enough to make you feel dizzy as he searches for the med kit.

Mingyu’s deft fingers work expertly to unlace your skates, he sighs as his warm hands run over the lace marks left on your ankles where your socks didn’t cover. There’s also a clear red mark from where Julie had kicked your ankle.

“Does it hurt a lot? It doesn’t look like it’s bruising just yet,” He looks over your ankles worriedly, but quickly notices nothing is wrong.

“Um,” you quiver awkwardly, your cheeks becoming as bright as red roses as his soft eyes meet yours. “No, it doesn’t really hurt, but I didn’t injure myself. Blame Julie.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in exasperation with a small smile as he begins to realize the set up done by Julie. “I knew Julie might have been bullshitting. I told her you looked like a pro out there, but I know how clumsy you can be, space cadet, so I thought you may have actually hurt yourself.”

You hadn’t noticed Mingyu’s hands running up and down your thighs in a comforting motion until silence fell between you two.

“Well,” you breathe out, the air escaping your chest shakily as you become increasingly aware of how close you really were to Mingyu now. The goosebumps that paint your skin didn’t help hide the effect Mingyu had on you as well. “I’m OK now, so can you just put my roller skates back on?”

Mingyu nods, warm hands now leaving your skin and leaving a burning spot behind as he picks up your skates on the ground. The slight whimper you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu as his shoulder brushed your knees on the way back up.

Subconsciously, your legs begin to move without second thought, opening a bit wider and allowing for Mingyu to slot himself between your thighs. The air around you two begins to feel suffocating as his fingers softly grab your ankle once again, just like the first time, and sending heat right down to your lower stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK, Y/N?” Mingyu breathes out, his fingers wrapping around your right ankle and lifting your leg up a bit teasingly. “You seem like you can’t catch your breath? Are you sure it doesn’t actually hurt?”

You know he’s teasing you now, his voice dropping an octave lower as he stares directly into your eyes between his dark lashes. The way he massages your ankle hints that he knows damn well that your ankle is perfectly OK.

“Yes,” you gasp as his finger dips into your sock, slowly unraveling the material and blowing on the exposed skin of your leg.

“Does it tingle?” He whispers, voice so deep that it practically reverberates through your head.

“Yes,” you’re practically whimpering as his hands run up your calf, past your knee, and over your thighs until his fingers reach the cutoff of your shorts.

“Good or bad?” His fingers dig at your skin gently, pressing into the sensitive skin as his lips close in dangerously towards yours.

“Good,” you sigh, you could practically feel his lips against yours at this point, your entire body tingling with desire as he closes in on you. It’s practically electrifying.

“Is this OK with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” and with your consent, Mingyu presses his lips against yours, the soft buds melding against yours without much effort.

He’s quick to devour you, tongue sliding across your lips begging for permission. Of course, you oblige, accepting the deepened kiss needily. Mingyu’s fingers slide even further under your cutoffs, making the kiss between you two even hungrier as you feel his nails dig into your plush skin.

Mingyu whimpers into your mouth when your hands find their way into his hair, the sound of him driving you closer to insanity as he lets you lead the kiss for a bit. You’re amazed by how pliable he is, loving the way he presses closer to you with each gentle pull of his thick locks.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Mingyu hums, “can I take these off of you, Y/N?” He’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts now, the desperation of his tone making your entire body buzz with anticipation.

“Of course,” you sound winded, but Mingyu sighs in content, hastily working to remove your shorts after swiftly unbuttoning the waistband. He’s quick to capture your lips with his again, the hunger clear in the way he pushes into you, easily pulling your shorts off and discarding them on the floor.

Mingyu’s eyes are wild when he leans back to observe you, his look darkening as he focuses in on your bare thighs. He practically loses his mind when he notices a wet spot on your panties, the cotton slightly darkened and he’s dropping to his knees before you can protest.

He’s at a perfect height, large hands grabbing onto your ass in order to pull you towards the edge of the counter, his eyeline leading right where you’re the most vulnerable.

“Can I please taste you?”

“Please,” you beg, head throwing back in pleasure when he slots his mouth over your panties, nose nudging your most sensitive spot as he sucks at the wettened fabric. His mouth his hot on your clothed cunt, sending a ping of delight through you as he licks at the cotton. “Not enough.”

Mingyu moans as if to acknowledge your plea, one finger hooking at the fabric before his tongue dives between your folds. He’s immediately messy with his actions, tongue lapping passionately, tasting as much of your sweet nectar as possible as he works you closer and closer towards your first burst of overwhelming heat within your core.

Your hands are weaved in his hair again, encouraging him to lap and suck on your clit as the pulses of pleasure become even more unbearable to hold. He coaxes you to your first orgasm with one sharp suck to your clit, your juices spill out all over his tongue as he gladly licks it all up.

Mingyu doesn’t give you much time to recoup, standing back up to kiss you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he begins to work at his belt buckle. With your help, he’s able to pull his corduroys off, reaching for a condom in his wallet before dropping the pants to the ground.

He’s unable to roll it on himself as you kiss and nibble at his neck, desperate whines escaping Mingyu’s mouth as you decide to take over. He feels a bit of relief when you work it onto his cock easily, the tight latex squeezing his aching length as you begin to slowly jerk him off.

Mingyu’s close to losing his mind when your hips buck in anticipation, your small hand still working at his length, and he stutter out a request. “C-Can I- please feel you completely?”

“Yes,” you moan, hips lining up with his as his tip glides between your folds, sensitivity sending a jolt through your body when he brushes your clit. “God, Mingyu, just do it.”

Mingyu’s length slowly enters you, your walls sucking him in without hesitation, waves of pleasure immediately warming you as his length and girth fills you all too perfectly.

Mingyu’s hands are gripping at your hips, his own muscles shaking as your walls take him in easily. You’re squeezing his cock in a way that has him moaning a bit too loud, your shushes reminding him that he is at work, and you are still in the rink. Even if the music drowns out your noises.

His thrusts are slow at first, ensuring that you can take every inch of him before he picks up his pace. Mingyu’s moans only get louder as your walls begin to pulse, squeezing with each unforgiving thrust of his hips, becoming groans as he dips his head into your neck, teeth sucking harshly at your skin as you breathe out in ecstasy.

He’s precise with each thrust, his tip nailing a spot so deep inside of you that you begin to see stars as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your hands grip at Mingyu’s back, an attempt to ground yourself as Mingyu’s length fills you so deliciously, that you think you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life.

“Holy shit,” you cry out at one particularly hard thrust, the fiery heat building at your core, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep quiet, nor how much longer you can keep your second orgasm at bay. “M-Mingyu.”

Something flips in Mingyu when you moan out his name, hand coming up to grab you chin as he forces your eyes to meet his. His pace quickens impossibly, his pubic bone brushing against your clit occasionally and bringing you closer to your breaking point.

He’s egged on by the wild look in your eyes, your swollen lips as his name falls from your mouth like a prayer, and he encourages you to come as obscene sounds come from the space where you and he connect.

“Make a mess of me, Y/N,” he pleads, even when he’s hammering into you there’s a hint of desperation in his tone, and all you can think about is making him fall apart himself. Your walls clench tighter around him, pulling yet another groan from him as the burning pleasure in your core explodes throughout your body, your thighs shaking as you feel the release spread like wildfire.

Mingyu is quick to follow, hot cum filling the condom inside of you, sending a second wave warmth throughout your core as his cock pulses. Mingyu’s canines dig deeply into your shoulder in attempt to hide his groans, only intensifying the sensitivity of your throbbing clit as he continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, riding out his high until the last second.

You’re like two naïve kids in love when he pulls his length out, tossing the soiled condom into the trash and making a note to really clean up the backroom before he leaves tonight. He giggles bashfully into your neck, observing the dark marks he left from his attempts to muffle his noises, but it only leaves him desiring this more and more. His nose comes up to nudge yours, pulling you in for one final sweet kiss.

“What about another lesson?” He whispers between kisses. “Looks like you’re a pro out there now.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore,” you giggle, squirming as Mingyu fixes your panties back into place. He looks a bit disappointed, as if he’s unsure where to go from here. Slowly he helps you get dressed, buttoning up your shorts after he pulls his own pants back on.

“Y/N?” Mingyu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nod expectantly. “You know I don’t just give out free lessons to anyone, right?”

You almost laugh boisterously, but you simmer down quickly as Mingyu’s lips form a slight pout. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he says very matter of fact, “I only offer them to the most special of people. I even tied your laces extra tightly to make sure you wouldn’t twist your ankle. Yet look where we are now.”

“Well, I did learn from the best,” you prod, “I guess you didn’t teach me to watch out for Julie’s though.”

Mingyu chuckles, the same endearing sound you’ve grown used to. “That’s true, I guess no professional could have been prepared for Julie’s antics.”

“So, what now?”

“What about a date? Or a couple’s skate? Think you can keep up with me?”

You laugh teasingly, “how about can you keep up with me?”

“I should have never sold you those skates,” Mingyu jokes, pinching your nose, but his eyes give away that he’s in way too deep, absolutely head over heels about you. “Why don’t we go test that out? How about we test out that theory every weekend?”

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights. How could you have ever wanted nothing to do with these two things?

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talas-starlight · 3 months

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Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem!reader (pt.7)

Summary: reactions from team avatar when they find out your ozais assassin

warning: mentions of scars, not very happy gaang, mean katara!, angst

masterlist: here!

most previous part: here! (all other parts can be found in my masterlist!)

authors note! hello!! idk if anyone will be reading this but if you are welcome!! i haven't posted to this series in YEARS so please forgive me as I'm very rusty at writing but please enjoy!

Unified screams erupted upon Appa. “YOU’RE WHAT!”

“Aang what have you done! You literally let a murderer on Appa! She’s going to kill all of us! Katara was right, and I can’t believe I ignored her.”

“I KNEW IT! Quickly Aang, land Appa and let’s get her off!”

Unable to take it anymore, Toph lost her cool. “Can you knuckle heads shut up! I highly doubt that she will kill us, why the hell would she listen to you guys fighting all the time when she could end her misery by taking you out.”

Reality hitting Sokka and Katara, they finally piped down, allowing Toph to continue.

“Look, what you said is highly questionable. I’m not saying that I trust you, but you’re going to have to give us more information than that or else I’ll throw you off myself. Got it?”

You sighed. At least someone in the group had more sense. “Yeah, of course. What would you like to know?”

“Well for starters a name would be great. Oh and maybe, I don’t know, how and why you’re the Fire Lords Assassin?!”

You almost wanted to pull Katara’s braid for the irritating look of satisfaction on her face. “Right okay… well my name is y/n. uhhh and I was forced to become his assassin when he caught me after I broke into the palace three years ago.”

“That’s it?! Nuh uh lady. I know he’s the Fire Lord and had done some awful things but why would he do that to a child?! You’re either lying or somethings still missing.”

There was a lot to weigh up. To suddenly reveal everything about you would be too much and would get you thrown off Appa anyway. Yet to reveal nothing wouldn’t let you gain enough trust to even last a day. Leaving you to share the one thing you knew so little about yourself that you didn’t care if they knew and hopefully enough of a miserable, pitying tale that they’d let you off the hook for the time being.

“My parents aren’t in my life, they never were. I don’t know who they were or why they did it. All I had was my trainer, Zemin. In his time, he was the most notorious Assassin in the entire Fire Nation and when he retired, he never took on any students to carry on his legacy - if you could even call it that. Every other trainer was ecstatic because this meant that their students would earn the most bounties. Until there was me. I don’t know why he took me in… he just said that he found me as in infant and regretfully took me from an islands rocky shore maybe to sell me off somewhere. I suppose he realised he could make even more money from me if he trained me until I could pay off debt for him raising me. I did the one thing assassins could do, kill. All the money I ever earned from each bounty went straight to him. Luckily enough, I learned quickly, and I got to my final payment when I was 13, then he would have set me free.”

Horrified, Aang couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was nothing like this in the Air Temples growing up. “Luckily enough?! How in any universe is that lucky!”

“Most assassins in the Fire Nation, and others, are stuck paying off their guardians or trainers well into their adulthood. Because of… certain tactics and advantages, I became quite popular if you could put it that way and most of the people, I had to take care of were…” Halting, you knew that if you verbally said some lives are worth more than others, Aang would probably go into cardiac arrest.

“Well, some had more people wanting them gone so the bounty was higher.”

“How does this have anything to do with you working for the fire lord! I don’t see why Zemin would let you go if you were doing so much for him.”

Your strength was fading. You hated yourself for how much you scretly enjoyed having people around that weren’t as idealistic as those in the Fire Nation. “He didn’t. I got an anonymous mission to take out a high general in the palace. So high, that it was going to be enough for me to finish my debt.” After not being met with screams you felt reassured to continue…. they seem to be taking this well…

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “On my way out, I got caught in the middle of an Agni Kai. The fire lord wasn’t too pleased I killed one of his generals or interfered with punishing his son. Yet somehow in his psychopathic mind he saw it as an opportunity to pledge my allegiance to him.”

The silence amongst the group was short lived.

“YOU MEAN ZUKO?”

“YOU KILLED SOMEONE.”

“AND YOU ACCEPTED?”

You scrunched your face. Maybe this was a bad idea to tell them. But it was too late to go back. “Yes, it was Prince Zuko in the Agni Kai, that’s how he got his scar. Yes, Aang I did kill the general, but to be fair I haven’t killed anyone since then… And Katara if you were being tortured every day for 8 months, I’m sure you would wear down too.”

The waterbender was unsatisfied with your answer. “Unbelievable! Of course, you did! Everyone has a choice in this world, and you chose the fire lord. You’re nothing but a coward.”

“My life was on the line! You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh please, y/n. I do. I know everything! Sure, you were raised to assassinate others, but you can’t expect me to believe you didn’t know what you were doing when you were standing before Ozai. I would have stayed in a life of suffering than go with him.” Shaking her head, she pierces you with a disgusted look, “You’re no better than Ozai. No better than Azula.”

As Appa continued to glide through the ever-ending expanse of the sky, it seemed nothing could break the suffocating tension that encompassed everyone upon his saddle.

Toph was the only one to speak up. “Didn’t you hear her Katara? She hasn’t killed anyone since then! She’s surviving. If you ask me… she’s braver than any of us, you never know what could have happened to her if she got caught not actually killing her targets!”

Irritated Katara only grumbled, turning away while leaving the two boys to think about how they felt about you. Despite giving them answers, they still had so many questions.

It was undeniably clear that Katara has made her mind up about you, and you were sure everyone else was the same despite the earth benders attempts at comforting you. Hence, as you sat there across from the four of them, you were the first to break eye contact, turning your head to the side as you searched for something to focus on out there in the sky. Bird, a cloud, anything. You didn’t have the heart, the courage, to argue against what she said.

Unknown to you, Aang shuffled closer to you scared that his angry friend might hear him going towards you. His words only just loud enough to hear above the wind he whispered to you… “Its okay y/n. I don’t really understand what you’ve done or what you’ve been through but when youre ready.. you can tell us.

That was the first time your heart ignited a comforting warmth.

As Appas soft paws skilfully landing on the hard earth, you felt your heart drop inside you. What do I do now? Mind racing through all the possibilities, Toph seemed to have decided what to do before you could even stand.

“Hey! Come with me.”

Jumping off Appas saddle you landed on your feet with such a skilled silence, Toph had to sense your heartbeat to even realise you were next to her. Setting off towards where she’d set up her sleeping area, it was best you stuck closely behind.

“Don’t think about what Katara said, she doesn’t get it.”

“How so?”

Stalling in her tracks, she turned her unseeing gaze towards you. “She doesn’t know what its like to be born into a life that you don’t want. And she definitely doesn’t know how hard it can be trying to escape it.”

Unsure with how to reply, humming in understanding was the best you could come up with.

“Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I know you most certainly don’t need me, but I’ve got your back.”

The next day had gone by agonizingly slow. With Toph trying to teach Aang earth bending you were left to your own devices since Katara decided to tag along. Although you found yourself tailing Sokka as he went his own way looking for food unaware of your silent giggles seeing him get stuck in the ground.

“...big things eat smaller things. Nothing personal. But this time, it didn’t work out that way…I admit it, you’re cute…”

You decide to finally reveal yourself, tired of your lack of entertainment. “What are you doing down there Sokka?”

Letting out a girl like squeal, he’s horrified at getting caught in this position. “Nothing!”

“You look like you could use some help.”

“I don’t want help from you!” You dismiss it. Surely he has no other choice but to make himself acquainted with you.

“Yeah, right. It’s funny, you’re probably the third person that has ever said that to me. The second in about the span of 48 hours.” you cant help but divert your attention towards the cute animal annoying him. “Aweee look at this cutie!”

“Get away from it!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to hurt it!”

“Please, I actually quite like animals. They’re a lot better than humans anyway.”

“I- well… fine! Just go away?”

You scoff, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t like you!”

“Hmm… is that so.”

“Yes, of course it is!”

You’re done feeling sorry for yourself. “Are you sure you don’t like me, or do you feel that way because of your sister?”

“I- well… argh! Fine! I don’t know.”

“Well… why don’t you talk to me and work it out for yourself? If you still dislike me so much I’ll leave you be and get someone to come help.”

A silence fills the distance between the two of you.

He sighs, caving in, “So.. this Zemin guy. Did he REALLY not give you a choice?”

Looking up, you stare at the clear sky. “I learnt early on in my training that I didn’t have a choice or options in life other than what he wanted. Any exercise I rushed through, half assed, or tried to skip through when he wasn’t looking came with consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

“The kind that keeps all of my clothing and bindings on so I don’t constantly get pitiful looks or too many questions.”

He scoffs, “prove it”

Staring at all your layers you sigh, “don’t say I never warned you.”

Peeling off all your layers one by one until your down to just your tank top and pants, you decide to take off your face mask last. Your eyes meeting Sokka’s, you notice him swallow thickly. But its you to break the ice first. “In all fairness, most of them are now from Ozai. The older they look… well I’m sure you can work it out for yourself.”

“b-but-“Fuck why did I have to make him uncomfortable.

Unable to take it any longer, you pull him out from the hole in the ground. “Its fine.”

You turn to walk away after helping him, but he grabs your scarred wrist, the feeling of the textured skin making him internally wince. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you expose yourself like that. Its horrible that you had to experience that… hell we look the same age!”

“Everyone is on different paths. Look, lets just forget about it..”

Sokka feels like he could bust into tears “No! you don’t understand. I’ve seen the effects of the fire nation… hell they took away my mum. I still remember it, sometimes I have weeks where I keep reliving it in my nightmares, only finding peace when im awake. Its like im being haunted. But- but you?! You have to face it whether you’re awake or asleep”.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t handle the intensity of his words. Theres nothing you can do. Nothing you can say. You hug him. You don’t remember the last time you held someone. It feels weird, almost wrong. But as he squeezes you back, tightening the embrace, you understand one thing. You have an understanding with the water tribe boy, despite how dark it may feel.

Hours pass by as you sit with sokka talking about useless topics until the other three join you once more. Feeling weariness in their gaze, you realise you forgot to put your layers back on. Now everyone can see your face and scars.

Only Aang has the courage to speak with you.

“Hey. Uhhh, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I just… I’m sorry for not speaking much with you since yesterday. I didn’t mean to, it was just a lot to process personally! Growing up with the Air Nomads, I was taught that killing is wrong and that under no circumstance should that be the answer. If I’m completely honest with you, I still stand by those teachings and to have someone who has… killed… so close to me and the people I care the most about is… unsettling.”

There it was. You knew despite how much he was trying; you knew he wouldn’t be able to see past what you did. What you are.

“I understand. I don’t blame you, or anyone for reacting the way they are, and I know what it feels like to want to protect those who mean something to you.” You glance at Sokka, remembering how he understood.

“Just… please understand that I’ve realised what I did was wrong and while I can’t change everything that I have done, I’m trying to move away from that way of life. I don’t want to be a killer anymore. I’m trying my best to fix it.”

“I know…. Its just-“

“You don’t trust me.”

“What?! NO! I mean…. I don’t know. You clearly have good inside of you but it’s hard to look past.”

“I get it. I’ll head off then, the world needs you Aang and I won’t be the one to stand it your way.”

“No! stop! Please! I know I said it’s hard for me to do, but I clearly see you trying your best. I know you won’t hurt me. I just… I suppose I need to open my eyes more. See you for who you are now, what you’re doing now.”

But what if you can’t? What if I’m still that person, no matter how much I try to shove it away. This is what I have been made to become?

“Okay.”

Letting out a nervous quiet laugh, he glances back to everyone. “okay well… lets eat!”

Zuko stares at the sky in the heavy downpour. “You always through everything you could at me. Well, I can take it. And now I can give it back!”

Lightning cacks in the sky before his eyes.

“Come on!”

“Strike me! You never held back before!”

Met with only the sound of the world around him, he feels helpless. Lost. Alone.

Screaming out, Zuko falls to his knees as the rain and guilt encompasses all of his senses.

His voice scratchy from screaming, he can hardly croak out… “You never held back from her."

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joequiinn · 23 days

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PREVIEW | You Can Have My Hate | B.H. x reader

summary: Unfortunately, you got stuck with Billy fucking Hargrove as your partner for your final assignment in history class. Also unfortunately, Billy discovers you have a killer body underneath all those baggy clothes…

a/n: Billy is a disgusting little man and i love him dearly. as the title says, this is a preview of something i've been working on! the fic is already at 6.5k words and still isn't done, so i decided to put out a little snippet to see if there was any interest, so please let me know if you'd like me to finish the fic!

notes & tropes: fem reader, curvy + large chest reader, foul and suggestive language, canon typical Billy bullshit, awful behavior from both Billy and reader, minor allusions to sex but nothing happens (yet)

music inspo: Closer by Nine Inch Nails

preview wc: 1.9k

You let me violate you | You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you | You let me complicate you

“Damn, little miss straight-laced,” Billy’s hooded eyes slowly crawled down your body, the corner of his mouthing pulled back in a lecherous smirk, “is that what you’ve been hiding under all those baggy clothes?”

God, you hated Billy Hargrove. Absolutely despised him with every fiber of your being. You knew you should’ve begged your history teacher for a different partner, should’ve gotten on your knees and pleaded for literally anyone other than Billy fucking Hargrove to work on this assignment with you. An idiotic football player or a bitchy cheerleader would’ve been better than this. But no, you didn’t beg and you didn’t plead, so now you were stuck, and god if this wasn’t about to be the worst couple weeks of your life.

Ever since Billy showed up in Hawkins at the beginning of last semester, you detested him. Everything about him screamed disrespectful, hateful asshole, and so having two classes with him meant you had witnessed your fair share of this behavior. Why so many girls wanted to fuck him and why so many boys aspired to be him was a mystery to you, because you could see from the start that he was a no good piece of shit.

But, in a way, you were lucky because you were literally a nobody. And nobodies went unnoticed, which meant not having to deal with bullshit from 90% of your peers. Hell, when your history teacher was pairing everyone off and told Billy who his partner would be, his response was an amused “who?” as if he didn’t believe this person - you - even existed. He had gone the entirety of the school year not having a single clue that you existed, and damn you wish it had just gone on a little longer. You literally had one more month left of senior year, one more month until you never even had to think about Hawkins High again, and the last thing you wanted was to spend half of that month in misery while trying to put up with Billy fucking Hargrove.

This assignment shouldn’t have even been worth shit to you, considering that your grade was nearly perfect and it was your last big project before graduation, but that’s where your history teacher hooked all of you - if this assignment wasn’t completed, then you guys wouldn’t be able to receive your diplomas. Or so he said to deter kids like you from flaking on it - you didn’t know if your boring old history teacher had that kind of authority, but you weren’t about to risk finding out.

And for kids like Billy? Kids who didn’t give a shit, who were already struggling to pass? The grade on this assignment was make or break. Not that it affected you any, of course - Billy could fail his senior year for all you cared. But shockingly enough, he was the one to make a point of its importance to you, the one to emphasize that he had to pass this class and graduate. It was curious to you, since you’d never once seen Billy care about school, but perhaps he was also beginning to feel the fire under his ass to leave Hawkins.

So, for the past week now, you’d been meeting with Billy at the school library, trying your best not to rip out your hair while you did the majority of the work. Hell, you could’ve told Billy just to fuck off and let you work on your own - you’d still let him put his name on the assignment and everything. But for whatever reason, you didn’t and so now you were subjecting yourself to tolerating his bullshit.

And that’s what you were doing right now, sitting across from Billy in the library and using every fiber of your being not to lose it on him. He had been particularly difficult from the moment he sat down, his foot bouncing impatiently and his expression condescending each time you tried to talk to him. He was making it very clear that he’d rather be anywhere other than here. The warm temperature of the library combined with your frustration at Billy was causing you to feel a little toasty, so you caved and tugged your large sweater over your head, leaving you in a tight, black tank top that left little to the imagination.

And said tight, black tank top is exactly what Billy was ogling, making you sneer and immediately regret taking off your sweater.

You never liked showing off your body, never liked the attention it drew you. You wouldn’t say you were self-conscious necessarily, you didn’t hate the way you looked in the mirror or anything like that. But you were very aware of how men looked at women’s bodies, and as someone who hated most forms of attention, you weren’t going to have any of that. So you wore baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, hid your frame under clothes that were always a size or so too big. It kept eyes and hands off of you, and you preferred it that way.

But damn it, it was so hot in the library that afternoon and you weren’t thinking clearly. You couldn’t believe your own stupidity - you just had to take off your sweater in front of Billy fucking Hargrove, a boy who only ever saw women as either sex pots or prudes. His lewd gaze was making you feel even more hot under the collar, but shit did you want to put your sweater back on already despite the heat.

“Will you please focus, Hargrove?” You begged in an exacerbated tone, trying to cross your arms over your chest in a way that wasn’t obvious while looking back down to the textbook open in front of you.

“You expect me to focus now, after you whipped those out?” Billy took such obvious joy in knowing that he was making you uncomfortable. He leaned forward on the table, his eyes once again traveling a salacious path down the curves of your body, “It’s Friday night, I got a pair of double D’s sitting across from me, and you’re asking me to focus on a damn essay?”

“Shut up.” You threatened between your teeth, trying not to raise your voice and draw attention. Your eyes were dark with frustration as you stared at Billy, who simply looked back at you like he didn’t give a damn, like he was just waiting for you to cave to him.

And how the hell could he tell you wore a double D?

You sank in your seat a little while attempting to cross your arms even more aggressively in front of your chest, feeling your cheeks growing red. Billy gave you that smooth, lazy grin that you’ve seen him use before, his eyes hooded as he leaned back in his chair. The feeling of his indecent gaze on your body practically made your skin crawl.

“Fine, Hargrove,” You quickly grab up your belongings and shoot to your feet, fumbling with your bag and sweater to make sure they kept your chest covered, “if you wanna be a prick who won’t focus, we’ll do this next week.”

You started to march out of the library, to retreat to safety. You didn’t like the way Billy was looking at you - it was objectifying and disrespectful and vulgar. Billy never once gave a fuck about - or even noticed - you before, but the second you remove a stupid barrier of clothing, suddenly he’s oh so interested. He was such a pig.

But shit, why was it also… kind of hot?

No, it was not hot.

You couldn’t let yourself even entertain that thought because there sure as shit wasn’t anything hot about it. It wasn’t hot that he objectified you, it wasn’t hot that he drank your body in with impropriety, it wasn’t hot that his tongue ran slowly along his lower lip as his eyes met yours with practiced allure.

No, no, no! You could’ve kicked yourself. Nothing about that should’ve been hot, god damn it.

“Oh, come on, killjoy,” Billy grabbed your wrist, spinning you back around to face him, having followed you through the library. His grip was firm as you looked between his face and hand and back again.

The library wasn’t exactly busy on a Friday afternoon, but you looked around to find that the librarian and another student both looked in your direction. It made you even more nervous to know that eyes were on you; what if you got in trouble, what if the librarian reprimands you both for being disruptive? You looked back to Billy, your brows furrowed in annoyance as you whipped your wrist out of his hold with hostility.

“I’m serious, if all you want is to slack off and look at my tits that’s your business.” You immediately clamped your mouth shut, your eyes widening slightly - that is not what you meant to say at all. Oh god, why the fuck did you say that? Shit, you should’ve just told him that you’d regroup next week, that you weren’t going to put up with him. But no, instead you said arguably the stupidest thing you could, and it was clear on Billy’s face that he was relishing in your stupid words, enjoying them even.

He looked back down at your body, luckily hidden behind your bag and sweater, “My business, huh? Sounds to me like permission to stare.”

“No.” You answered firmly; your cheeks and neck felt so fucking warm. You tried to get back on track, tried to shake off the stupid thing you said just a moment ago, “I just want to finish this project. So, go home and jack off to your Playboys all weekend, and then maybe we can actually get some work done next week.”

Despite your jabs, Billy still grinned wickedly, dipping his head a little as he took a step closer, his voice low, “So, that’s what you’re thinking about, huh? Me jacking off? You enjoying that thought?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find some quick response to that, but you couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. A sound of disbelief left your throat as you gaped with loathing at Billy for a moment. God, you felt like a damn fish trying to breathe out of water. With a glare in your eyes, you clamped your mouth shut, which seemed to be a great amusement to Billy, whose smile widened as a laugh escaped him.

“God, you make it so easy.” He said, shaking his head, “You gotta lighten up, you know?”

You sigh loudly, eyes still staring at him harshly, “Whatever, Hargrove.”

You attempt to walk away once more, but yet again Billy snatches your wrist, “Wait, wait, wait…”

“Stop acting interested in me all of a sudden,” You try to shake your arm out of his hold again, but this time Billy’s grip is tighter, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Look,” his tone was firm as he instructed, “let’s go back over to the table, get some more work done, and I’ll give you a ride home.”

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you studied his face, “I don’t need a ride.”

“You don’t have a car.” He countered immediately.

“I don’t need a ride from you.”

“You don’t, but isn’t it generous that I’m offering?”

“More like devious.”

“I’ll be a total gentleman.”

You laughed right in his face, “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things

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adnauseum11 · 3 months

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Bomb (John Price x Reader)

My insomnia is keeping me up and this kept me occupied.

Summary: Kate Laswell corners John Price with a loaded question. John admits to some startling news.

less than 1k words

SFW

no CW

Besides his mother, Kate Laswell knows John Price better than anyone. So, when they convened their bi-monthly poker game, she knows something's up almost immediately. John obliged her curiosity by playing well enough to make it down to the last three players, thus enabling her to trap him in the kitchen to question him away from the eyes and ears of the few remaining guests.

“How’s retirement treating you, John? Anything new?”

John raised a brow at the open-ended question, twisting from the sink where he was rinsing glasses.

‘It’s fine, Kate. Why do you ask?” The near formal response confirms her suspicions.

“You look like you’ve been trying to crack quantum mechanics all night.”

“Poker is hard.” John said lamely in a last-ditch attempt to not have this conversation.

“Not that hard. Not for you. What’s up?”

John sighs heavily and gives up on his self-assigned task. He fully turns, hands fisting on his still trim hips and assesses how doggedly Kate’s going to chase this. It’s Kate though, so he resigns himself to admitting his most recent conundrum.

“I have a friend. Known her since I before I shipped off to join the infantry. Our circle of friends grew apart but we stayed in touch.” John downplays their friendship, or that his routine when coming off a mission is to text her straight away.

Kate’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline in surprise. John has never mentioned this woman. Sure, talk of personal lives is limited in their line of work, but they had spent years developing a friendship beyond their professional one. Kate thought she knew him pretty well, all things considered.

“What’s the problem? She get herself into something she shouldn’t have?” Kate asks, going for the obvious.

“No, nothing like that. Although I wouldn’t be surprised, the woman’s middle name ought to be trouble.” The ghost of a fond smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“What is her middle name?”

“Grow up, Kate.” John rolls his eyes; he’s spent years keeping his work life and his small personal life separate. He’s not about to compromise that like a rank amateur.

“Worth a shot.” Kate smiles and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting John out.

“I’ve asked her out, we’ve gone on a few dates.”

“And? I’m still not hearing a problem. Really never would have pegged you for melodrama, John.” Kate chides gently, enjoying the disapproving look he sends her way.

“Mind yourself, I’m retired not dead.” John grumbles, crossing his own arms over his broad chest.

“So, what’s the issue? You decide you like being friends better and it’s awkward now?”

“No. Nothing like that. Actually, the opposite of that. But, ah… I’m not sure we’re on the same page.” He scrapes his nails through his facial hair in a reflexive gesture.

Kate’s face softens as she realizes what he’s saying and turns, going on tiptoes to reach a high cabinet. It’s filled with liquors and she pulls a scotch down, pouring them each a few fingers of the amber liquid.

“Cheers old man. Welcome back to civilian life. Relationships are hard.”

“Thanks Kate. Very helpful.” John nods and sniffs his drink before taking a taste.

“I find it hard to believe a woman who has apparently known you for years, and has agreed to go on multiple dates with you isn’t attracted to you, John.”

“She shuts me down, won’t let me do anything but kiss her.”

John throws the rest of the drink back in one swallow with that admission and Kate watches her old friend for a moment.

“How long you been in love with her?”

John chokes, coughing and thumping himself on the chest before raising his eyebrows incredulously at Kate.

“Never said anything about love –“

Kate doesn’t let him finish.

“This is the first I’m hearing this woman exists and I’ve known you for the better part of two decades, John. You have gone out of your way to keep her to yourself, for a very long time. She’s got to mean something to you. So, you’re all in on this relationship now that your life has stabilized and she’s dragging her feet. Is that it?”

“Fuckin’ hell Laswell.” John’s reaching for the bottle of scotch to refill his glass.

“Find out why she’s dragging her feet and fix it you idiot. No risk no reward, you know that better than anyone. Now who’s got to grow up?” Kate raises her own brow back at a gobsmacked John.

“You make it sound easy.”

“Well, it’s pretty straightforward. Easy is another story. That’s between you and…?”

The look John gives her is withering before he throws back another drink.

#captain john price #kate laswell #john price x reader #john price cod #call of duty #fanfic #relationship advice #secret life #awkward conversations

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faerygrant · 29 days

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Heya i didn't know how to make a request but would you maybe consider doing a carmy x reader situ where donna meets their baby/toddler Valentina for the first time after not knowing about the pregnancy etc super angsty but with fluff/comforting smut at the end w/carmy

sunday

summary: Sunday lunch with Carmy and Valentina goes south when a certain Berzatto makes an unwanted appearance. [reader meeting Donna for the first time: here]

Apprehension did not even come close to describing the feeling Carmen Berzatto felt when he’d found out he’d be a father in 9 months. 9 short months. He’d be responsible for a tiny human being, who he feared in some way he’d let down. He was fucked, from his childhood all the way into adulthood, he was fucked. Thanks to his mother and his father and in some way thanks to his brother.

He didn’t want to scare you, so he tried to play it cool when you’d first broke the news to him. But that afternoon when he’d kissed you goodbye and got to work, Carmen headed straight for the stockroom where he locked himself inside and cried. He didn’t care about you seeing him vulnerable, if anything you were the only person he was okay being vulnerable around, it was just that he didn’t want you to feel like you’d done anything wrong, that you’d inconvenienced him, because you hadn’t. He wanted this, in some way. I mean he’d been the one to constantly tell you he wanted you to have his babies, the one who pumped you full almost every other night, the one to whisper pleads asking you to be the mother of his children and his wish had finally come true.

So Carmen wiped his tears dry and decided he wasn’t going to repeat the same cycle that his parents had. He had you and you were going to be a great mother and that’s how he knew there was no way your kid would ever be fucked up like him. He had Pete as an example, hell even Richie and he was going to take a page out of their book to try and be the best dad to this kid.

If Carmen thought those nine months had flewn by, he wasn’t ready for the first year of Valentina’s life. She’s grown so fast that at times he almost couldn’t believe it. Hit so many milestones he wasn’t even aware babies could. Her first little smile that she gave the two of you after her bath time, the first time she picked up her head all on her own, the first time she said dada, which had literally left him a crying mess. Some nights were sleepless, some miserable but everyday that he got to hold his baby in his arms and see that gummy smile of hers, he knew it was worth it. Carmen couldn’t thank you enough for making him a dad and everyday that he couldn’t put another one in you drive him nuts, but he understood that you were still adjusting to motherhood. You’d been such a trooper and Carmen never failed to tell you how proud he was of you, and he meant it.

Today was a Sunday, meaning the restaurant was closed and Carmen had insisted to take the two of you out for a little lunch in the neighbourhood, a treat for you since you’d been cooped up at the house with Valentina all week. Valentina was sat in a little high chair, face round, her chubby cheeks covered in strawberry as her tiny fingers played with the fruit on her plate. Carmen watched in awe of his little girl before he’d turned his head to take a peek at you inside the restaurant. You’d gone to grab napkins for your messy toddler and Carmen couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man ever. You were smiling at the female attendant as you stood there in your little sundress, hair tied in your usual mom ponytail with your signature pink ribbon. Just as he watched you make your way back outside he watched as a random woman had approached you.

The woman had held onto your hand but you were quick to pull your hand back and quickly shuffled out of the restaurant. Carmen was confused to say the least, as he couldn’t make out of who it was from behind. Just as you made your way to the table, Carmen could tell by your face that something was bothering you.

“Who was that?” He asked, watching as you took your seat and started to wipe the fruit residue from your daughter’s face.

“Carm I- it’s no one.” The hesitation in your voice was alarming him and his anxiety was already starting to creep up on him.

“What do you mean no one, tell me?” He insists.

“It was…”

“CARMY?!” Donna Berzatto’s off putting, grating voice sounds from behind you and the only thing you can see is the way your husbands face falls at the sight of his unruly mother. Her hair was shorter than normal, her usual eyeliner was smudged and he could tell by the look on her eyes that she’d been drinking.

“Ma, what the fuck are you doing here?” Carmen’s face completely drops, his face is tainted red and you can see his hands instinctively reach for your daughter’s tiny leg.

“I was just getting a drink what are you do-” Donna’s sentence isn’t complete when she notices the tiny baby sitting in the highchair. The baby that was half you and half her son. For better or for worse, her granddaughter.

“Wh- who is this Carmy?” She points towards Valentina who was now growing agitated in her chair at all the attention and commotion.

“Ma not right now okay, I’ll call you.” Carmen tries to cut off his mother, reaching for Valentina who was now crying due to the unruly stranger who had intruded on her lunch.

“Wha- is that my grand baby, you didn’t tell me you were having a baby- or had a baby?” You’re sat there in embarrassment, not wanting to even think about where this conversation was going, part of you was also annoyed that she’d ruined your lunch and startled your baby.

“And for good fuckin reason, you’ve made Val cry now, some grandmother you are.” Carmen seethes as he rocks Valentina in his arms, trying to calm her.

“No one loves me in this family, my own son hides my grand baby from me and you, you little whore, I always wished he’d married that nice girl Claire instead. You stole my son and then withhold my grand baby from me?”

“Donna, you’re making a scene right now, please stop this” you finally say but Carmen is passing Valentina to you and grabbing his mother away from the table. Onlookers from the restaurant all murmuring and whispering, the embarrassment killing you on the inside.

“This is the reason why you couldn’t know about her, you disrespect my wife everytime you’re given the chance to come around and then cause a fucking scene. You’re never going to be in my life, let alone my fucking kids life.”

“Carmy please, it’s your mother you’re talking to. I love you, it’s just her trying to turn you against me.”

“Enough already, it’s not her Ma it’s me. I don’t want you anywhere near me or my wife or my kid, because everything you touch you destroy and I won’t have you fuck up any other person that I love. What Mikey killing himself wasn’t enough? Destroying Nats self esteem not enough for you? Fucking me up for good? You wanna do it to another kid?” Donna’s eyes fall in realisation and before Carmen can get in another word she’s running from the restaurant.

“Vals down for the afternoon, knocked right out” You say softly, making your way to Carmen who was sat at the edge of your bed, hands in his head as his arms rested on his knees.

“S’good, think she’ll remember any of that?”

“Carm she’s only 1, she can’t even remember what she ate for lunch, no way she’ll remember that.” You rub his arm softly and he places his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling you.

“God, I just don’t want to fuck her up, I’d never forgive myself” he lifts his head to look you in the eye and you can’t help but pity him.

“Carmen there is no way you’d ever fuck her up, you’re such a good daddy, you’re literally Valentina’s whole world. She lights up at the sight of you, her first word was literally Dada.” He laughs at that, finally cracking a smile for you, those beautiful blue eyes gleaming.

“Thank you baby, you’re a good mommy.” He kisses your forehead, his big hands cradling your head.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x reader #reader x carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto fic #the bear fic

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the setback ─ rafe cameron; part four

summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.

warnings: just good ol' drama and angst

author's note: the one where shit begins to hit the fan

You and JJ sat comfortably on the couch in the living room, the faint aroma of weed lingering in the air as you passed a blunt back and forth between you. The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as you laughed and joked with each other.

Despite the uncertainty of the future and the challenges you faced, there was a sense of ease and contentment in this moment, a feeling of belonging that washed over you both as you shared this intimate connection.

As you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn't help but marvel at the easy camaraderie you shared with JJ. He had always been there for you, a constant source of support and comfort amidst the chaos of your lives as Pogues.

"Man, I can't believe we pulled that off," JJ said, a grin spreading across his face as he passed you the blunt. "That was some wild shit back there."

You chuckled, taking a hit before passing the blunt back to JJ. "Yeah, but it was worth it," you replied, a sense of satisfaction coursing through you. "We make a pretty good team, don't you think?"

JJ nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back against the couch. "Damn right we do," he said, a playful glint in his eye. "No one messes with the Pogues."

As the two of you laughed and joked, the sound of your laughter echoing through the house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the friendship you shared with JJ. In a world filled with uncertainty and turmoil, he was a constant source of light and laughter, a reminder that no matter what life threw your way, you would always have each other's backs.

The laughter between you and JJ halted abruptly as John B burst through the front door, his voice raised in agitation as Sarah followed closely behind, her expression a mix of concern and apprehension. You exchanged a bewildered glance with JJ, both of you sitting up straight, suddenly alert to the tension in the room.

"John B, calm down," Sarah urged, her voice tinged with worry as she tried to placate him. "We can't just go charging in there. It's too dangerous."

But John B's eyes blazed with determination as he ignored Sarah's protests, his focus unwavering as he paced back and forth in the living room. "I don't care, Sarah," he insisted, his voice laced with frustration and anger. "Ward's gotta pay for what he's done. I'll do whatever it takes to get him back."

You and JJ exchanged a puzzled glance, the confusion evident in both your expressions as John B's words hung heavy in the air. JJ rose from the couch, his brow furrowed with concern as he approached John B.

"What's going on, man?" JJ asked, his voice tinged with urgency as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Why are you so worked up?"

John B paused in his pacing, his gaze flickering between you, JJ, and Sarah before he finally spoke, his voice strained with emotion. "It's Ward," he explained, his tone heavy with bitterness. "He's behind everything that's been happening to us. To my dad, to the gold… We have to do something about it."

You and JJ exchanged a knowing glance, the pieces of the puzzle slowly starting to fall into place. Ward Cameron had been a thorn in your side for far too long, and it seemed that John B had finally had enough.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, your voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling inside you.

John B's jaw clenched as he met your gaze, his determination shining through despite the shadow of doubt that lingered in his eyes. "We're gonna take him down," he declared, his voice firm with resolve. "Once and for all."

Your eyes widened in shock as you processed John B's words, the realization sinking in like a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. You stood up alongside JJ, crossing your arms over your chest as you struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"How are we gonna do that?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. "We're in Barbados, John B. It's impossible to just get to Ward like that."

John B met your gaze, his expression resolute despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air. "We're going back to the Outer Banks," he declared, his voice unwavering as he outlined his plan. "We'll find a way to get to him, no matter what it takes."

Your breath caught in your throat at John B's words, the reality of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave. Going back to the Outer Banks meant facing a host of dangers and challenges, from the law to Ward's own dangerous machinations. But deep down, you knew that you couldn't let John B face this alone.

As the weight of John B's plan settled over you, you felt a surge of determination rising within you. You may have been thousands of miles away from home, but the call of duty beckoned, and you were ready to answer it, no matter the cost.

You stood frozen in place, your mouth hanging open in shock as you processed the enormity of what lay ahead. But amidst the uncertainty and fear, a flicker of hope burned bright within you, a reminder that no matter how daunting the journey may be, you would face it together with your friends by your side.

A pang of discomfort shot through you at the thought of returning home after two long years away. The memories that awaited you in the Outer Banks were a tangled web of joy and pain, laughter and tears, and you weren't sure you were ready to confront them.

You winced inwardly, the thought of facing the people from your past weighing heavily on your mind. There were friendships that had soured, relationships that had fractured, and wounds that had yet to heal. The prospect of seeing those familiar faces again filled you with a sense of dread, stirring up emotions you had long tried to bury.

In particular, there was one person whose presence haunted your thoughts, whose absence had left a gaping hole in your heart. The mere idea of seeing them again sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you.

But despite your reservations, you knew that you couldn't let fear dictate your actions. The mission to take down Ward Cameron was too important, and you couldn't afford to let your personal demons stand in the way of justice.

You spoke up, the unease evident in your voice as you rubbed the sides of your arms in discomfort. "I don't know about this, John B," you admitted, your words tinged with uncertainty. "Going back home... it's a lot to handle, especially with everything that's happened."

John B turned to face you, his expression sympathetic as he reached out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I know it's not going to be easy," he said softly, his tone filled with understanding. "But we can't let Ward get away with what he's done. We have to stand up to him, no matter the cost."

You nodded slowly, the weight of John B's words sinking in. He was right; you couldn't let fear hold you back from doing what was right. But the thought of returning to the Outer Banks, to the ghosts of your past, filled you with a sense of trepidation.

You nodded your head, a sense of determination settling over you as you stood up a bit straighter. "I'm in," you declared, your voice steady despite the lingering doubts that lingered in your mind.

As you made your decision, you could feel JJ's hand gently on the small of your back, his touch a silent gesture of comfort and support. The warmth of his presence reassured you, reminding you that you weren't alone in this.

John B's face broke into a relieved smile as he clapped you on the shoulder. "That's what I like to hear," he said, a hint of gratitude in his tone. "We're gonna need all the help we can get."

JJ's voice cut through the tension, his tone serious as he addressed John B. "When do you plan on leaving?" he asked, his gaze locked on John B's.

John B's expression grew somber as he considered JJ's question. "Tomorrow," he replied, his voice steady with determination. "We can't waste any time. The longer we wait, the more time Ward has to cover his tracks."

You couldn't help but scoff a bit, your confusion evident as you processed John B's plan. "But John B, it's already been two years," you pointed out, your tone tinged with incredulity. "What difference is one more day going to make?"

John B's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes as he met your gaze. "I know it seems like a long time," he acknowledged, his voice calm but resolute. "But we need to be prepared. We can't afford to rush into this without a plan."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, seeking clarity from John B. "But why now?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why after all this time?"

John B's response was straightforward, his eyes reflecting a newfound resolve as he spoke. "I'm finally ready to confront Ward," he said, his voice steady with determination.

His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them settling over you as you processed the significance of John B's decision. After years of running and hiding, it seemed that John B had reached a turning point, a moment of reckoning where he was prepared to face his greatest adversary head-on.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for John B's bravery, knowing that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But despite the risks, you stood by his side, ready to support him in whatever way you could.

As you looked into John B's eyes, you saw a flicker of uncertainty mingled with determination, a reflection of the turmoil that raged within him. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was a sense of clarity, a conviction that burned bright within him as he prepared to confront the demons of his past.

With a silent nod of understanding, you resolved to stand by John B's side as he embarked on this dangerous journey. Tomorrow may have seemed like just another day, but for John B, it was the beginning of a new chapter—one that would test his courage, his resilience, and his unwavering determination to seek justice in the face of adversity. And as you prepared yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you, a belief that no matter what obstacles you faced, you would emerge stronger on the other side.

You cast a concerned glance towards Sarah, noticing the quiet and disconnected demeanor she seemed to be displaying. Sensing her unease, you moved closer to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Sarah, are you ready for this?" you asked softly, your voice filled with genuine concern.

Sarah's gaze flickered up to meet yours, her expression a mixture of apprehension and determination. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't let John B face this alone."

You nodded in understanding, offering her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to," you assured her. "We're all in this together, Sarah. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Sarah's eyes softened at your words, a hint of gratitude shining through as she squeezed your hand in silent appreciation.

Sarah's whisper was barely audible, her voice filled with uncertainty as she leaned in closer to you, trying to avoid John B and JJ catching wind of your conversation.

"What if we see Rafe?" she whispered, her words tinged with apprehension.

Your breath hitched at Sarah's question, a wave of mixed emotions washing over you as you struggled to find the right words. Your eyes instinctively panned down to your hands, fingers fidgeting nervously as you wrestled with your thoughts.

After a moment of contemplation, you looked back up at Sarah, your expression somber. "Honestly, I don't know," you confessed quietly, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "But… I know I don't give a shit about him."

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them settling over you as you spoke. Despite the lingering memories and unresolved feelings, you knew deep down that you had moved on from Rafe. The wounds he had inflicted may still sting, but they no longer held power over you.

Sarah nodded in understanding, her gaze filled with sympathy as she reached out to squeeze your hand in silent support. With a shared understanding between you, you both knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united in your determination to see this through to the end.

Feeling the need to address the elephant in the room, you cleared your throat before speaking up to the group as a whole. "So, what about Kiara and Pope?" you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Before anyone could respond, John B interjected, his tone slightly awkward as he replied, "They already know. But… they're off… talking."

The vague response left you feeling somewhat unsettled, but you didn't press further. It seemed there were conversations happening behind closed doors that you weren't privy to, and for now, you respected their privacy.

JJ's cough broke the awkward silence that followed John B's vague response. "We'll be ready to head out tomorrow," he said, his voice firm with determination.

John B's expression softened with gratitude as he looked over at JJ, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, his gaze shifted to you, and you met his eyes, nodding in agreement.

With the plan set in motion, you felt a renewed sense of purpose wash over you. Tomorrow was the day you would embark on this dangerous journey back to the Outer Banks, and you were determined to face whatever challenges came your way with courage and resilience. As the tension in the room eased slightly, you exchanged reassuring glances with JJ, silently reaffirming your commitment to each other and to the mission ahead.

Feeling the weight of the upcoming journey pressing down on you, you shuffled down the hall to your room, the news swirling in your mind. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As you reached your door and turned the handle, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly as you stepped inside. The room felt strangely quiet and empty, the only sound being the faint hum of the ceiling fan overhead.

Just as you were about to collapse onto your bed and try to process everything that had happened, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. JJ's voice called out softly, stopping you in your tracks.

Turning around, you found JJ standing in the doorway, his expression filled with concern. "Hey," he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

You offered him a weak smile, appreciating the concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, though the uncertainty in your voice betrayed your true feelings.

JJ stepped closer, closing the distance between you as he reached out to gently place a hand on your arm. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know," he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity. "I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Meeting JJ's gaze, you couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability as you opened up to him. "I don't know if I'm ready to face the Outer Banks again," you admitted, your voice tinged with worry. "But... I know I have to do it for John B."

His expression softened with understanding, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes, almost as though he was examining your thoughts from the outside in. Sensing his silent question, you braced yourself for what was to come.

JJ's expression softened with empathy as he listened to your confession. He reached out, gently lifting your chin so that your eyes met his, his gaze filled with concern. "Is it because of Rafe?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with understanding.

His question caught you off guard, but you found solace in the sincerity of his inquiry. It was as though he could see straight through the walls you had built around your heart, offering you a safe space to confront your feelings.

You nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally voiced the thoughts that had been weighing heavily on your mind. "Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's... complicated."

You continued, your voice trembling slightly with emotion as you poured out your thoughts to JJ. "It's not because I care about him," you explained, your words coming out in a rush. "It's just... all the pain he's caused, and I don't know if I could handle the anger I'd feel if I saw him again."

JJ's nod was filled with determination as he assured you, "I won't let Rafe get to you like that."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as JJ wrapped you in his embrace, pulling you close against his chest. In his arms, you felt a sense of security and comfort, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders.

Nestled against JJ's chest, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of his embrace. His steady heartbeat served as a comforting rhythm. With a contented sigh, you melted into JJ's embrace, savoring the simple yet profound connection you shared.

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At the Island Club, Rafe sat at the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in front of him. His speech was slurred, and his movements were unsteady as he engaged in a mindless conversation with the man seated next to him. The atmosphere around him was lively, with the sounds of laughter and music filling the air, but Rafe seemed lost in his own world.

He laughed loudly at something the man said, his expression animated as he gestured wildly with his hands. But despite his outward appearance of joviality, there was a sadness in Rafe's eyes, a heaviness that seemed to weigh him down.

As Rafe continued ordering drinks, his attention fractured by the haze of alcohol, he failed to notice Kelce's approach until he felt a familiar presence beside him. Looking up, he saw Kelce standing there, a curious expression on his face.

"Hey, Rafe," Kelce greeted, his tone laced with concern. "What're you up to, man?"

Rafe blinked slowly, trying to focus on Kelce's words through the fog of his drunkenness. He managed a crooked smile, lifting his glass in a half-hearted salute. "Just… you know, having a good time," he replied vaguely, his words slurring slightly.

Kelce's eyebrows furrowed, his concern deepening as he took in Rafe's disheveled appearance. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. "You seem a bit… out of it."

Rafe waved off Kelce's concern with a dismissive gesture, attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Nah, I'm fine," he insisted, though the words rang hollow even to his own ears.

But Kelce wasn't convinced, his gaze lingering on Rafe with a mixture of worry and suspicion. "If you say so, man," he said finally, though there was a note of doubt in his voice. "Just… take it easy, okay?"

Rafe shrugged in response to Kelce's question, his movements sluggish and lethargic. He lifted his glass to his lips, taking another gulp of his drink before setting it back down with a heavy thud.

Kelce persisted, undeterred by Rafe's lack of enthusiasm. "So, have you talked to Sofia yet?" he pressed, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Rafe let out a groan, his expression clouding over with irritation. "Not yet," he muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Honestly, I'm not really in the mood to deal with her drama right now." His words were laced with bitterness, a reflection of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Despite his attempts to push aside the lingering thoughts of Sofia, the weight of their unresolved issues continued to weigh heavily on his mind.

Kelce's expression softened slightly, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes as he observed Rafe's demeanor. He could sense the underlying turmoil that Rafe was grappling with, even if his friend was trying to mask it with careless behavior.

"Alright, man," Kelce said, his tone gentle as he chose to brush off Rafe's dismissive attitude. "Just take your time. You'll sort things out when you're ready."

There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of relationships and the struggles that came with navigating them. Kelce knew better than to push Rafe further, recognizing that sometimes it was best to give space to those dealing with their own internal battles.

Kelce quickly changed the topic, as if sensing Rafe's need to divert his attention from his own troubles. "Hey, have you seen Topper today?" he asked, his tone casual as he shifted gears.

Rafe furrowed his brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in conversation. He shook his head in response. "No, not today," he replied, his confusion evident in his voice. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, man, I was supposed to meet up with Topper today," Kelce began, his tone tinged with frustration. "But he hasn't been answering any of my texts or calls."

Rafe's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Kelce's revelation. "Really?" he responded, concern seeping into his voice. "That's strange. Topper's usually pretty reliable about that kind of stuff."

Rafe chuckled lightly, attempting to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Ah, probably some girl drama then," he remarked lightheartedly, though a pang of concern lingered beneath his jest.

However, Kelce's response sobered the mood. "Nah, man," he said with a shake of his head. "Topper hasn't even looked at another girl since Sarah left."

Rafe's expression grew serious as he mulled over Kelce's words, a flicker of realization crossing his features. Sarah's departure had been a blow to Topper, and the timing seemed too close to be a mere coincidence. His mind pieced together the puzzle, connecting the dots between Sarah's absence and your own departure not long after.

When the realization hit him, it was like a ton of bricks. You and JJ, together. The thought was like a dagger to his heart, stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions within him. Anger, betrayal, and a profound sense of loss mingled with the bitterness of hindsight.

He had seen the signs, the way you and JJ looked at each other, the subtle touches and shared glances. But he had chosen to ignore them, to bury his head in the sand and pretend that everything was fine. Now, faced with the truth, he couldn't deny the painful reality staring him in the face. The revelation left him reeling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to lash out, to scream and rage against the injustice of it all. But deep down, he knew that there was no one to blame but himself.

After all, you were a dirty pogue just like the rest.

Rafe's scoff was filled with bitterness as he rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Figures," he muttered under his breath, a trace of venom in his tone. "Sarah just had to run off with those scum fucking Pogues." His words dripped with disdain, the resentment he harbored towards the Pogues evident in his voice. To Rafe, they were nothing but troublemakers, a thorn in his side that had caused nothing but chaos and turmoil.

Kelce's laughter was tinged with irony as he shook his head, as if seeing right through Rafe's attempt to deflect his own feelings. "Yeah, well, wasn't your girl one of them?" he retorted, his tone dry and cutting. His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the interconnectedness of their lives and the tangled web of relationships that bound them together. Rafe's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of guilt flashing across his features before he quickly masked it with a facade of indifference.

"Yeah, well," Rafe muttered, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "That's different."

But even as he spoke the words, Rafe couldn't shake the nagging feeling of hypocrisy that gnawed at him from within. Deep down, he knew that Kelce was right, and that the lines between friend and foe were more blurred than he cared to admit.

Kelce shrugged nonchalantly, his expression betraying a sense of resignation. "Whatever you say, man," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm. He knew Rafe was a hypocrite, but he also knew better than to press the issue further. There was a weariness in Kelce's demeanor, as if he had grown tired of trying to reason with Rafe or make him see the error of his ways. He had learned to pick his battles, and this was one that he knew wasn't worth fighting.

Topper's abrupt entrance drew immediate attention as he stormed into the establishment, his presence commanding the room. Rafe and Kelce exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion mirrored in their expressions as they watched him make a beeline for the bar.

"Topper?" Rafe called out, his voice tinged with surprise as he pushed himself away from the counter to greet his friend. "What's going on, man?"

But Topper's demeanor betrayed no sign of the usual laid-back charm that he often exuded. Instead, his face was etched with a mixture of frustration and anger, his jaw clenched tight as he approached the bar with purpose.

Rafe and Kelce exchanged another glance, their curiosity piqued by Topper's sudden appearance and the intensity of his expression. Something was clearly bothering him, and Rafe couldn't help but wonder what had brought Topper to this point of agitation.

"Sarah texted me, man. She's back."

"What the fuck do you mean she's back?" Rafe repeated, his tone sharp as he turned to face Topper. There was a flicker of something in his eyes - a mixture of fear, anger, and uncertainty - as he awaited an explanation.

Topper met Rafe's gaze with a solemn expression, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on him. "She texted me," he explained, his voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within him. "Said she's back in town." The words hung in the air, a heavy silence settling over the group as they grappled with the implications of Sarah's return. For Rafe, it felt as though the past had come crashing back into his life with a vengeance, dredging up memories and emotions he had long tried to bury.

Rafe's voice was tense as he asked the question, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is she alone?" he inquired, the words laced with a sense of urgency as he braced himself for the answer.

Topper hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting as he considered his response. "I… I'm not sure," he admitted reluctantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "She didn't say."

The uncertainty only served to heighten Rafe's unease, his mind racing with possibilities as he tried to piece together the puzzle of Sarah's return. Was she alone, or had she come back with someone else? The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled over him like a dark cloud.

Rafe's chest tightened with a mixture of anxiety and frustration as he grappled with the implications of Sarah's sudden reappearance. The tension inside him simmered, threatening to boil over as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of the situation.

He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him like a heavy burden. Sarah's return had caught him off guard, leaving him feeling unprepared and vulnerable in its wake. He hadn't expected her to come back, and now that she had, he was at a loss for how to proceed.

His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and clear his mind. But the turmoil within him raged on, a tempest of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume him whole. In that moment, Rafe knew that he would have to confront Sarah and whatever she brought with her head-on. Whether he was ready or not, the past had come knocking, and he couldn't afford to ignore it any longer.

"FUCK!" Rafe's voice echoed through the bar, his frustration boiling over as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging inside him. The expletive tore from his throat like a primal scream, a raw expression of his turmoil and uncertainty.

His outburst drew the attention of those around him, heads turning to see what had prompted such a visceral reaction from the normally composed young man. But Rafe paid them no mind, lost in the whirlwind of his own thoughts and emotions.

With a clenched jaw and fists still balled at his sides, Rafe took a moment to gather himself, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The weight of Sarah's return bore down on him like a leaden anchor, threatening to drag him under with its sheer force.

"Rafe man, c'mon, I'm sure she's bluffing," Kelce attempted to calm down Rafe's growing temper, but to no avail.

"Bluffing?" Rafe repeated, his voice hoarse with emotion as he turned to face Kelce. The desperation in his eyes was evident as he searched for reassurance in his friend's words.

Kelce nodded earnestly, his expression filled with genuine concern. "Yeah, man, you know how Sarah can be. Maybe she's just trying to mess with us," he suggested, his tone soothing as he tried to diffuse the tension.

"No," Rafe interjected, his tone laced with a sense of certainty. "Sarah wouldn't just come back for no reason. There's something going on here, and she wants Topper to know about it."

Rafe's voice was firm, his conviction unwavering as he shook his head in response to Kelce's attempt to reassure him.

"No," he interjected, his tone laced with a sense of certainty. "Sarah wouldn't just come back for no reason. There's something going on here, and she wants Topper to know about it."

The realization settled over the group like a heavy shroud, casting a pall of unease over their conversation. Rafe's words hung in the air, a sobering reminder of the gravity of the situation they found themselves in.

Kelce exchanged a glance with Topper, the gravity of Rafe's assertion sinking in as they both processed the implications of Sarah's return. It was clear that there was more to her reappearance than met the eye, and they would need to tread carefully if they hoped to uncover the truth. With a shared sense of determination, the group fell into a tense silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they grappled with the implications of Sarah's return. Whatever lay ahead, they knew that they would need to stay vigilant and united if they hoped to weather the storm that was brewing on the horizon.

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sangwooooh · 6 months

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Why won’t you speak?

“Even dead they ignore you, huh?”

This is the second part. If you want to read the first part, the link is at the end. Sorry, it took me a while :,)

Warnings: character death, mental issues, grief, child neglect (?), disability (m/n is using crutches because of the injury he got from an accident in his younger years). Canon divergence … ? Regardless, I’ve changed things. also, the addition of Roy Harper ;)

“Close your eyes for a second, won’t you?”

M/n chuckles, “What do you want, Roy? Don’t we have anything better to do?” He closes his eyes nonetheless. Wouldn’t hear him say it out loud, but M/n will probably do anything if it was Roy who asked. That’s how the two of them are.

“Just…,” there is some shuffling. What is that man doing? “Just bear with me for a sec.”

“Fine, I’ll indulge you. But it better be worth it.” M/n added as more of a joke at the end. It wouldn’t even matter if it was worth it or not, if Roy considered it so.

Roy sighs and touches M/n’s shoulder, slides his fingers down to his hand and holds it, squeezing it softly. Then the touch is no more and M/n is left feeling cold.

“You can open your eyes now.”

“I’m married now, by the way.”

“What?!” Jason stands up in shock. He clears his throat because some heads turn his way. They are in a public place, after all. A dingy bar, but still public.

“Yeah. Who would’ve thought, huh?” Roy plays with a small lock of his hair as Jason sits back down.

“It’s… something.” Jason coughs.

Roy pushes his friend slightly, no ill intention there. Jason laughs that laugh of his that leaves Roy stunned. An almost fragile smile graces the redhead’s lips and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him.

Jason swirls his drink, a low quality beer that doesn’t even get the job done, but it’s cheap and it’s alcohol so whatever, “She’s one lucky girl.” He looks straight at the queasy liquid and feels a lump forming in his throat. A tiny one, the one he gets from time to time, at the thought of what his life could have been. He can’t even comfort himself with the idea of another Jason in another world living happily in his stead. He doesn’t believe he is that lucky. Entertaining the thought only brings something close to nostalgia for what has never happened and… well, how would he even begin to explain?

He gets another push from Roy, one that pulls him out of his thoughts. “Hey!” Jason exclaims.

“Look at you assuming!” Roy ruffles Jason’s hair.

Jason pushes Roy’s hands away from his freshly washed hair.

“Who ever said they were a girl? I’ll let you know that I’m the lucky one to have my hubby.” Roy is presenting the most disgustingly precious heart eyes, almost making Jason visibly shudder.

Once Jason gets Roy off him he fixes his hair (not really doing much, but whatever) and downs the rest of his drink. He leaves some money on the table, nodding to the bartender (poor guy was trying to wipe away some stain that was probably never gonna leave that sorry excuse of a bar), who nods back.

“Let’s get out of this shithole.”

“Uh-Uh, okay.” Roy quickly downs his apple juice, cringes, then leaves his own payment on the greasy table.

As they walk down the dark streets of Gotham, Jason looks at the smogged up sky, can almost see the clear moon if he squints.

“How’s he like?”

Roy sighs dreamily, “My life’s been pretty shitty after you ‘died’, but he helped me get better. He is… I wouldn’t know how to explain it, but there is no need for you to worry, Jason. I’m finally at peace, I would say.” Jason’s friend ends on a sadder note and Jason thinks that, perhaps, he thinks of it too, what could have been.

Jason clasps a hand on Roy’s strong arm, “You’re good. That’s what I need to know.” He smiles at the redhead who looks close to genuinely crying. Tears gather in the no longer child’s eyes too, but Jason doesn’t let them fall. Memories are blurred, but some spring up now that he looks Roy in the eyes. If they hug it out and some tears slip, it’s for only them to know.

M/n cooks breakfast for Bruce, Tim and Alfred, as he does every now and again, whenever he stops by the manor. Roy doesn’t complain and, of course, he joins, aiding his hubby with the help he needs. When Bruce tries to keep him at the door, Roy can always use the I’m part of the family now argument.

Speaking of Roy, he’s been behaving strange as of lately. He comes in late and he leaves at the first sign of daylight. If he were anybody else, M/n would suspect cheating or growing back into old habits, but that simply isn’t his Roy. M/n is pretty sure his husband will say something pretty soon. He always slips up. Can’t keep a secret from M/n to save his life.

M/n picks up the plates, balancing them on one hand, the other holding onto his crutch for dear life, and takes six instead of five. He stares for the longest time at the extra plate, then places it back. With the five plates in hand, he heads towards the enormous table (it always seemed bigger than the world when he was younger, just like Bruce), stumbling here and there on the carpet (it’s not that the carpet isn’t neatly placed every time, courtesy of Alfred, but handling everything with one hand is harder than you’d think), and sets it nicely. He has developed a sense of dexterity around the house, even with the setbacks. Alfred smiles proudly at him as the older man brings the pancakes from the kitchen.

“I’ll go get the honey.” Dick and Alfred used to look at M/n with concern when he first started eating honey with his pancakes. After all, Jason expressly used to talk about how it was ‘ultimately the only way he likes pancakes’.

“It’s alright, I got it.” Bruce appears from the kitchen as well, making M/n jump.

“Don’t just sneak up on people, dad!”

Bruce scratches the back of his head, “Sorry, can’t really turn the stealth mode off.” Tim snorts from his spot at the table. The brooding bat is trying to be better, M/n knows this. He can’t help, however, the lingering loneliness he feels whenever he looks at his father too long. It’s not something he can control, really. But dark thoughts must be kept at bay.

Roy makes his way into the room, hands wet from washing them. He walks to M/n and places a kiss on his husband’s cheek, using the diversion as a chance to wipe his wet hands on M/n’s hoodie (that, actually, belongs to Roy). M/n gasps in faux shock, but Roy only laughs and pecks him on the lips.

“Love you.” Roy says cheerily, loud enough for the whole room to hear. Bruce clears his throat, eyes narrowed, hand squeezing on the honey jar.

“Careful not to break that, Master Bruce.” Alfred speaks with an amused glint in his eyes. “How about we all get to the table? Master M/n has made us quite the nice breakfast.” Alfred ushers all of them in their respective places. All on one side of the big table. Bruce at the head, to his right Tim, to his left M/n. Roy is to the left of M/n, and Alfred to the right of Tim. M/n doesn’t escape the images flashing before his mind’s eye: a boy in front of him, not Tim, and he talks like he has the whole world to fill with words and not nearly enough time. Right after, M/n couldn’t bare to see the spot empty and when, two years later, Tim came and filled it himself, M/n couldn’t bear to see it filled by somebody else. M/n swallows hard, yet the lump is still there, pressure in his chest growing steadily. It happens from time to time, the feeling of the world falling around him, the feeling of helplessness from within in regards to the falling. Tears sting his eyes, yet he doesn’t let them fall. He tries to take a bite of his pancakes, oozed in honey, but they get stuck in his throat, choking him. He bends forward for the water glass in front of him. The cold liquid clears his throat and eases the constricted passage.

“Do you ever think of going back?”

Jason stares at the resting figure belonging to a life so far away. The sun is too bright and the flowers pale in comparison to the now man laying in the grass. The manor is as imposing as Jason remembers it — as if through a dream. It’s unreal. And so is the sight of his brother. He looks almost… peaceful. It makes Jason’s stomach churn and twist with he doesn’t know what. Maybe it’s pain or some itch he can’t scratch that goes as deep as his soul. Or maybe it’s longing? His hands shake (they always do, like what the fuck? can’t he just do something without thinking he’s going to fucking burst? get destroyed more than he already is? what even is his fucking life. it’s not even a question anymore. there is no life left. there is nothing. he is nothing. just a pile of bones covered in flesh that should’ve long rotten to dust) and he feels too little on the outside, too much on the inside. He wants to fucking scream! He wants to yell to RAGE AT THE WORLD AND AT THE NEANT and he wants to whisper about everything (about nothing at all) and he wants to have a vanishing act, finally catch up with his end. That is his brother! His brother? Ever since he was able to remember anything at all about his old life, M/n has been there, nagging and pocking and there always there (GOD IF YOU ARE REAL make his un-life make some sort of sense), being the brother he had never been seen as. Conversations that could have been. Conversations that never will be. Jason’s mind is a scrambled mess of scorched and festered brain. He can’t make up half the things he thinks. But, somehow, M/n shines through and it hurts.

He hasn’t seen his home in what feels like an eternity. He has been, in fact, putting it off. It doesn’t even feel like home, just a memory slowly melting into a void in his mind. It’s no lie that Jason half expect his brain to drip out of his ears in his sleep at some point.

“It’s useless, pathetic even, to think of something I can never have. So, yes. I do. I am, in fact, quite useless and pathetic.”

M/n doesn’t notice anything wrong at first, nothing out of common or eye catching. In fact, he would say he doesn’t feel as much of the pressure as he usually does. The world is so big and, really, today it feels like he might be in it too. And it doesn’t occur to him in this moment (perhaps it is that M/n stops it from occurring) that he hasn’t been in it for far too long for that to be true.

Tears don’t—tears don’t exist. They are not real as they fall down his cheeks and he moves his arm to try and stop them. He tries to keep the raptures of his soul from reaping further, he really tries. You have to believe him. M/n really tries to see the world as it is. He just can’t stop himself from seeing it as it should be.

Because he should be here too, seeing the flowers bloom and the sun shining just right, happy and God without those lifeless eyes he sees in his dreams every night (yet in some of his dreams they are so full of life it’s overwhelming; in those dreams Jason is back and he is laughing again and M/n apologizes for everything and things are good; reality often disappoints).

He doesn’t notice the figure creeping up on him, not with his trembling fingers rubbing at his eyes as he slowly and rustily sits up on the grass.

“Get it together, M/n. It’s been over for too long, there is no going back.” M/n sighs his tears away, eventually wiping them with his shirt.

It’s too quite in the garden, even with the occasional chirping of the birds or the buzzing of the busy bees, thus he hears the voice well enough to know it’s not the wind.

“What’s been over?”

M/n’ head snaps up so fast he gets a bit dizzy. The sun casts the man in front of his eyes in a gentle light, and he is so tall as he approaches that he casts M/n in a slight shadow. M/n stares at the man, confused. How did he get here?

“E-Excuse me…?” M/n squints up at the man and can barely distinguish some of his features. Dark hair with a white streak that softens his face. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

The man… smiles?

“Yeah… I’m not.” There is a certain nuance to his voice, a note of… sadness.

M/n doesn’t no why, but he feels warm in the presence of this person, and it’s not just the sun, “Do I know you?” M/n asks before he can stop himself.

M/n have the chance to say anything more as the man slowly crouches to his eye level, a cace illuminated in the sun, blue eyes with specs of green.

It’s immediate, instant and shattering— the recognition. It doesn’t take anything more than looking into those eyes, the eyes he sees in his sleep, the eyes that haunt the corners of his mind and hide in the shadow of every memory.

M/n makes a sharp intake of breath, involuntary and too sudden. He doesn’t what he is doing, his actions uncontrolled. He raises his hands to the cheeks of the man in front of him, the man who seems as stuck in place as M/n. M/n rubs softly at the skin, not sure if it belongs to the physical world.

“…Jason?” His voice barely reaches a whisper, quite to his own ears. He smiles through the stinging in his eyes, then shakes his head, “No… this is my dream… always my dream.”

There is conflict in his Jason’s eyes, something M/n can’t figure out, something he’ll never know.

It is a dream because reality is never this kind. He spends moments staring at his Jason’s features, taking them in, admiring the handsome face that could have been if the little boy from back then had been give a chance. When M/n speaks again, he’s already lived a thousand realities in his mind.

“Why do I wake up every time? It’s always better here, with you, than back there where everybody expects me to be real…” A lone tear drips down M/n’s cheek. “You are always quiet in my dreams. So strange…”

“What’s been over?” His Jason repeats, slightly startling him, and he looks at M/n with the same lack of resolve M/n feels. His Jason looks as close to the end as M/n feels. His Jason looks like a requiem to M/n’s final dream of life.

“I always try to tell you, but I never quite get the chance… How,” He looks deep into the apparition’s eyes, the windows to his Jason’s soul, “How much I regret not listening to you.”

His Jason tenses under his hands. His eyes look conflicted again, shadowed by feelings M/n can hardly recognize as a reflection of his own soul. The man brings his hands up to M/n’s own and takes them away from his cheeks, envelops them in the soft skin that feels too real.

“You just wanted me to listen to you, to hear you, right?” M/n tries to keep his smile on his face, but his muscles are heavy with grief and it’s too hard, “I couldn’t see beyond the thought that you were there to replace me because I was defected.” He slips one of his hands from his Jason’s. M/n place it at the back of the man’s neck, running his fingers through the fluffy hair there. His Jason latches his now free hand to M/n’s forearm, holding it tight.

“I miss you.”

Tears gather in Jason’s eyes and his lower lip trembles. He hasn’t cried in so long and, so sudden, he cries twice in a week. He tries to keep it in by biting his lower lip, but the sob, however muffled, still escapes the confines of his soul.

He wants to scream ‘I’m real! I’m here, stop crying, please! You are my brother, even though I thought you’ve hated me when I was alive!’ But he can’t bring himself to talk, he can’t bring himself to say anything as more quiet sobs escape his bitten lips.

“You feels so real…” M/n looks up at him with bigger eyes than the world, with an inner peace one would only have in the happiest of dreams, pain seeping in at the edges. Is this a dream? It might be a dream. Jason always thinks he’ll wake up to stare at the inside of a coffin, six feet under. “But you always feel real. You always feel so real, and I always wish I weren’t. Maybe if I weren’t, you’d still be here.” A sob finally escapes his brother’s lips as well, pain winning over. “Maybe, then, everything would be alright again… You know, for the longest time dad couldn’t even look me in the eyes. You meant the world to him, you still do.”

Jason lets go of his lower lip and lets the sobs free, not able to hold back anymore. He feels like a child again. He didn’t get to be a child, didn’t get to cry and to be held and he feels rage because he wants it, he wants it so bad.

Jason wants to have the warmth of his childhood, not just some half assed memories of good for nothing parents who left him and closer memories—a big brother who has the biggest smile, another brother who looks at him like his world is smaller just for Jason’s existence (not knowing that, to Jason, M/n was the one who made the world bigger), a butler who always knows what to say and a father who gives him something his real parents could never.

All the rage he felt, all the rage he kept inside himself for years after being brought back to a world that he no longer belonged in was being brought forth and he felt like a child. His dad never avenged him, his killer is still out there, but how can he hate the man that loved him so much Jason felt like the whole world was his? How can he possibly understand what that man thought and felt? His brother, whom Jason always thought hated him with everything in his soul, is here in front of him, talking about Jason like Jason is M/n’s entire world, like he wishes he was dead instead.

Why did Jason die? Why did Jason have to die?

The little boy in him, the little boy that cries and cries and hasn’t stopped crying, needs Jason to let go of his rage. But how can he do that? How could he ever do that?

Jason looks down towards M/n’s hand that is still in his grasp and squeezes it to his cheek as Jason leans forward to M/n’s chest. He falls to the ground and, even with his body being larger than his brother’s, he feels so small and on the verge breaking.

“Why did I die?” M/n frees his arms and wraps them around Jason’s shivering form. “Why did I have to die?” Jason closes his eyes and feels the warmth of his brother’s body. His body is rotting around him and the world doesn’t feel real, but the brother who had never wanted him feels the realest anyone ever has.

Jason realizes M/n is shaking as well. “I don’t know. I’m sorry it had to be you,” M/n squeezes Jason tighter, leaning into him as if wanting to keep him away from the world. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry it was you.”

Why is M/n talking like Jason isn’t real? This is real life, right? If this is a dream and Jason has to wake up again after this, he doesn’t think he’ll live. He won’t make it.

“I’m real, M/n, please believe me, I’m real” Jason rubs his face into M/n’s shirt, staining it even more with his tears, “I’m real, I’m real, please I’m real” Jason repeats it like a prayer, he is praying to the God that has abandoned him, praying because he wants it so badly to be real. Because he doesn’t feel real. Not anymore.

“I’m scared that soon there might be nothing left for you to miss.”

@tkiesai

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leosxrealm · 9 months

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OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVVEEE ur best friend’s brother fic w itoshi sae!! it randomly popped up in my head and i js had to go reread it !!!! i was wondering if you could do a part 2 or maybe a few more headcanons abt it ?? :)

-ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ- [ᴘᴀʀᴛ-02]

pairing(s): itoshi sae x gn! reader

warning(s): mentions of sex, nothing too explicit, mentions of alcohol, rin and sae have a better relationship, rin being a protective bestie (in his own way), everyone is 18+

a/n: i re-read that fic to get some of the details right and ngl lie it made me cringe a lil lmao. but thank you !! i decided on doing both. i made a separate post for boyfriend head cannons, so you can check that out! this one is a small drabble on what happened with rin. hope you like this and the hcs

!not proofread!

part 1 || headcannons

you squirmed under rin's intense gaze. he was pissed pissed. the safest thing for you right now was to keep your mouth shut.

rin was waiting for you at your apartment when you got home from your little nap with sae. you were kind of regretting giving him the spare key to your apartment. but you knew that this would have to be done one day or the other. you just didn't know that it would be this soon.

with the last bit of courage, you looked your best friend in the eyes, "rin-"

"don't" he cut you off before you could even explain yourself.

it's kinda stupid, he thinks. he has known that his older brother has harbored feelings for you for years, but never acted on it because sae believed that relationships are a waste of his time.

now, rin wasn't stupid, he very well knew that all that happened between you and his brother could have been the result of the alcohol in both your systems. he just couldn't accept it.

what annoyed rin the most is that he doesn't know if sae took advantage of your drunken state. deep down he knows that his brother is better than this. and no matter how much of an asshole he could be; he would never stoop to that level. but, he can't think straight right now. what if there's even a slightest of the slightest chance that this was all planned by sae. he would make sure to make his brother's life a living hell.

"whatever you're thinking, it's not that," your voice pulled him out of the spiral of thoughts in his head. he looked at the couch you were sitting on. what was this? some kind of intervention? in your own house?

you gulped, before continuing, "i don't remember much from last night. it's all a little blur, to be honest. but i was the one that initiated the kiss that led to all of this," you vaguely motioned with your hand, "i remember a few moments here and there. your brother didn't force himself on me."

"do you love him?"

you choked on your own saliva. where the hell did that come from? "well...." you paused, trying to find the right words, "'love' would be too strong of a word." he didn't say anything in return. an uncomfortable and tense silence settled over you two.

"i do like him!" you blurted out. you had to say something, you couldn't take the silence anymore. looking down, you fiddled with your fingers. "i like him," you reiterated, "a lot. and i would like to give him a chance."

rin sighed. he knew this was coming but seriously? his best friend and his brother? it would take him some time to accept it.

"we discussed it...before he dropped me off..." you trailed off, "he wants to court me. officially."

"okay."

"huh?"

"i said, okay" his irritated tone made you shut up real quick. right, he hates repeating himself. and if it were someone else, he would have ignored them a second time. they weren't worth his time. but you were his best friend, you weren't someone else. as much as he hates it, he would repeat himself for his best friend; and how do you pay him back? by sleeping with his damn brother? he scoffs at the thought.

honestly? he should've seen this coming. he knew your lingering gazes and exchanged glances would lead to something someday.

he sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. he can't do this right now. too much thinking. so the both of you spent the rest of the evening watching horror movies.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 9 months

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Can you please do anal with Klaus and Y/n

Or something like that

Maybe klaus fucks her with a vibrator up her ass

Of course if you’re uncomfortable I understand, after reading the highschool klaus I thought you might be someone who would write it

The Art Nerd

Modern!Highschool Klaus M. Pt.4

Warning: Smut! Anal sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, and tooth rotting levels of Dd/Lg sweetness from Daddy!Klaus

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‘Okay, let’s go mail them!’ Y/n grinned, hopping up and down excitedly, somehow she was more excited about me going to Art school than I was.

‘I still don’t like that you paid for this, I-‘

‘You need to let it go Daddy, I’ve already paid for your applications and it’s only to 3 schools. All of which you’re going to get in so it’ll be worth it!’

We’ve been together for a week now and in the last week Y/n has insisted I apply to art schools that I’m never going to get into. I know that she wants me to pursue my dream but I don’t know if I can take the rejection. All of the schools I would consider going to are extremely prestigious and competitive, they also only accept 150 kids every year but she insists that I try. I agreed to 3 of the applications of which she has helped me with the past few days, my top school however I refused to even apply. The price for the application was 150 dollars and Y/n had paid for the 3 I was sending already which cost 120. I hate her spending money on me, I should be spoiling her, that’s my job as her boyfriend, then again her parents gave her money instead of caring for her so she really didn’t need me to.

‘I love how optimistic you are for me Babygirl.’ I loved that she believed in me so much, though I hated how much she doubted herself. She had gone on and on to me about how dumb she is and I assumed she was failing out of school when she has a 3.8 GPA, however I convinced her to apply to schools in the same areas as the ones I am, with any luck we will get to at least be close if not get an apartment together.

‘I’m not optimistic, I’m realistic! You’re fucking talented Daddy, they would be stupid as fuck not to pick you!’ God I love this girl.

After mailing the applications for the both of us we ended up back at my house where Y/n had been staying with me for 4 days straight now.

‘You realize it’s going to be your fourth night staying here in a row, right?’ I questioned and she looked up at me from where she had sat on my bed, pulling out her math book.

‘Yeah…?’

‘Don’t you think we should talk about that?’ I changed into a pair of sweats and removed my shirt, getting comfortable to not do anything for the rest of the night since it was Friday and we could lounge around the entire weekend.

‘Oh…um, okay. I mean, I can go. I didn’t realize that you-‘

‘What? No! Y/n, no! I mean we should talk about you bringing stuff here if you’re going to be staying from now on. I can move some stuff and you can have a couple of drawers, you can bring your shampoo and shit so you don’t keep going home to shower. The shower thing is becoming very inconvenient as I would very much like to take a shower with my girlfriend, we are doing that tomorrow whether you like it or not.’ I teased, pushing her back onto the bed and lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I crawled over top of her.

‘Is that right?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Her eyebrows went up before I leaned into her neck, sucking a dark red mark onto her skin.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to get used to the idea then, won’t I?’ I grunted an affirmation while continuing to kiss her neck, trailing my hands up under her shirt. ‘We can go and I’ll pack a bag tomorrow if you’re okay with it. My parents won’t care, probably won’t even notice if I’m perfectly honest.’ She said it as if it was normal and she didn’t care but I knew deep down it bothered her a lot that her parents didn’t give a shit about her. ‘My god you’re a fucking horn dog!’ She teased, feeling my hard cock pressing against her pussy.

‘Yes, we know this. I’m a 17 year old boy, it’s common sense to assume that…I love you.’ I had previously told her that I love her in passing, teasingly but also serious however she looked at me shocked as she could feel how deeply I meant it.

‘Nik-‘

‘I love you. I’m sorry you don’t have enough people telling you that because you deserve it and it’s their loss that they don’t get to know what an amazing, generous and wonderful girl you are but I love you Y/n.’ She nodded slowly as if taking it in before a huge smile overtook her face.

‘I love you too Nik. I love you so much.’ She pulled me down to press her lips to mine hard. ‘You know what else?’ She asked against my lips and I pulled back to look at her.

‘What?’

‘I trust you.’ I felt honored by that, I know she has a hard time trusting people so to know she trusts me is a wonderful feeling.

‘I trust you too, and I would never hurt you. You’re my Princess.’ I trailed my lips down her neck, continuing to suck marks there knowing how much she loves and hates it, constantly having to cover them with makeup.

‘Maybe we try something new tonight?’

‘Mmm, like what?’ We’d only been together a week but we’d proved to be a very horny and adventurous couple. I couldn’t imagine what she meant by that.

‘Like maybe another hole?’ She whispered as I continued sucking on her skin until my brain caught up to her words and I pulled back, looking down at her in shock.

‘Really? You-you want to-I would need to stretch you out first.’ She shook her head, taking my hand and bringing it down to her pussy, my fingers grazing something against her asshole and I quickly realized something was already stretching her little hole out for me. ‘Fuck!’ I practically ripped her shorts and panties from her body to see the green jewel on the end of the butt plug that she knew was my favorite color. ‘You’re so fucking perfect, you know that? Are…are you sure?’ She nodded, grinning excitedly and I didn’t need to ask again, pulling my sweats and boxers down before moving to grab the lube I had in my drawer. I placed the bottle beside me before leaning down, ready to shove my face into her cunt when she pulled on my hair.

‘If you want to do that later, fine, but I have had a butt plug in my ass for almost 2 hours, and I’m already dripping. If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to God, someone is going to!’ Her tone was playful but I could tell how serious she really was and I growled, pulling the green jewel from her ass and hearing her whimper as it popped free.

‘Fuck!’ I cursed, seeing her hole open slightly and quickly squirting the bottle on my fingers, pushing them into her and feeling how tight she still was before practically filling my hand with it and lathering my cock in the slick substance. ‘You tell me to stop and I will, okay?’ She nodded firmly, determination covering her face as I lined my cock up with her hole and began pushing in, hissing at the tight squeeze. I had thought her pussy would kill me when I fucked her the first time, and now as I pushed all the way into her hole I’m thinking I may be reincarnated during this she’s so damn tight. ‘GodDammit! How many times have you done this?! Fuck you’re tight!’

‘Never…’ she whimpered and I froze, looking down at her in shock. I had just assumed, clearly incorrectly, that she had tried everything with James…and here I am in her ass for the first time.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that-‘

‘Don’t make it a big deal, I never trusted him…I love you Nik.’

I just stared at her for a moment in shock. It was one of the very few times she didn’t call me “Daddy” while I’m inside of her and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. ‘Y/n, I…my God Princess, I love you so fucking much!’ I leaned down to press my lips to hers and as I did we both cried out at the pressure.

‘I wish it had always been you, wish I could have given you my virginity-‘ I covered her mouth with my hand, resting my forehead onto hers as I took a deep breath.

‘You’ve given me everything that means anything Y/n, virginity is a fake construct created by men to shame women. You’ve given me your love and trust, your body is just a plus…a fantastic plus that I’m deeply in love with-‘ she smacked my ass as I teased her and made her giggle which only made me grunt as she squeezed my cock when she laughed. ‘Okay. Breathe.’ She nodded as I leaned on my arms and pulled back out of her, pushing back in again and not being able to stop the smile as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’ I pushed back in 2 more times before speeding my pace up a bit as she began to start moving as well, relaxing under me as she grew used to the new feeling and wrapped her arms around my neck.

‘Yes Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Ahh!’ I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I was determined to make her cum before I did, also knowing we would definitely be doing this again.

‘Are you gonna cum for Daddy, Princess? You gonna cum from Daddy fucking this tight little hole?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Yeah? Daddy’s fucking your tiny babyhole right now, I know that makes you want to cum! You need it!’ My hands gripped her thighs and lifted her legs up, pushing them onto my shoulders and she wailed! I shoved into her once more before her back arched and she squirt all over my lower body and the blanket which was the single sexiest thing I believe I had ever fucking seen and not a second later I was cumming right along side her, filling her asshole as full as I possibly could, crashing our lips together as we came.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in that position, unable to move until I felt her shiver against me. Being covered in cum in a basement with the air conditioner on is a bad combination, however I keep it on almost always as Y/n likes to sleep in the cold and be able to snuggle into my warm body under heavy, fuzzy blankets. It makes me feel like I’m in the arctic sometimes but I like how happy she is when we cuddle under 6 Sherpa blankets with a heavy comforter on top.

‘Hold on gorgeous, hold on.’ I pulled myself out of her gently and moved to the bathroom, washing my cock off from the pint of lube and cum before getting a wet cloth. I grabbed 2 pairs of my boxers and 2 shirts before quickly cleaning her off as well.

‘Don’t feel gorgeous, feel sticky.’ She mumbled, grimacing as I wiped her thighs, before sighing.

‘Well you are, gorgeous as always. Daddy’s perfect Babygirl. You’re the most perfect girl that’s ever walked this earth and I am the luckiest man in existence that you’ve decided that I am worthy of getting to love you.’ Her face blushed a deep red and I loved seeing how flustered she got when I said things like that. She deserved all the love in the world and for some reason she had never gotten any until me, so I will be making sure she knows how perfect she is every chance I get. ‘How do you feel? I didn’t harm you, did I?’ I wondered, lifting her legs and maneuvering the boxers up her body to cover her before sitting her up and pulling the shirt over her arms and head.

‘No Nik, I’m okay. A little sore but totally fine, wonderful, absolutely perfect! My Daddy made me feel so good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.’

‘Well that’s good, because you squirt all over me.’ I smiled, kissing her nose before seeing her eyes widen and quickly pressed our lips together before she could do something stupid like apologize to me. ‘It was hot, I would say the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen but I think watching my cock push into your asshole has to be the sexiest thing.’ I brushed her hair out with the brush on the bedside table before putting it up for her and removing the damp blanket on top of the bed that we had been on, laying a new one on top and crawling in beside her.

‘I love you Daddy…promise me we’re going to be together forever.’

I pulled her close, resting her head on my chest and kissed her head, my hand rubbing up her back. ‘I promise Baby, it’s you and me, Always and Forever.’

4 Months Later

‘Nik! Where are you?!’ I heard Y/n call from the front door. She had officially moved in a week after moving her stuff into my room and after seeing how much of an effect she had on me my mother didn’t mind at all, loving my girlfriend like her own child nearly instantaneously.

‘Kitchen with Elijah and Kol!’ I shouted back, pulling the potatoes out of the oven and finishing playing up our dinner for the night before my brothers tore into the rest.

‘Hey.’ She greeted, pulling me close and kissing me excitedly. ‘I have something for you.’ She told me, holding up a letter.

We had gotten all of our college letters back last week and surprisingly I had been accepted to all of them like she said I would and we had decided on Columbia university. It had an amazing arts program and she was accepted to a school not far, but as she seemed to be holding up a college admissions letter I was confused.

‘What’s this? I got all my school letters back.’ I said just as Rebekah walked in, hugging Y/n in greeting, they had become very good friends despite my pleading them not to.

‘What’s this about school? I thought you got accepted.’

‘I did…what did you do?’ I questioned her and now everyone was looking at us.

‘Well you adamantly refused to apply to the school you wanted to go to most of all and so I paid to get the admissions forms and forged your application. All I had to do was fill in your information and make a portfolio of 20 of your most recent pieces. I picked my favorites…I used my painting as well.’ She blushed and I just stared at her for a moment.

‘That cost $150 Y/n! I told you I didn’t want to do that and you picked paintings I didn’t want to use on top of that?! Why would you-‘ I huffed out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair and turning away to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

‘Rhode Island School of Design.’ Elijah read, having taken it from her.

‘He’s afraid he won’t get into his dream school so he pretended that the price was the reason he didn’t apply.’ She told him and I turned around, glaring.

‘You Spent $150 Dollars On Me For A Rejection Letter!’ She flinched and I instantly relaxed my body as much as I could, never wanting her to be afraid of me. ‘Why would you do this? I told you I wasn’t going to apply and you fought for it but I still said ‘no’. Why would-‘

‘You’ve been accepted.’ Elijah spoke and I spun to look at him, staring for about 5 seconds before snatching the letter and reading over it to see that he was right. It read that they were impressed with my assortment of unique art pieces.

‘I got accepted to a college about 5 miles away if that’s any help in making your decision for-‘ I cut her off by shoving my lips to hers roughly and hugging her to my body, face in my neck.

‘I’m so sorry. Thank you Y/n. Thank you!’ I took hold of her face in my hands and felt like I fell in love with her smiling face all over again. ‘You believed in me when I didn’t, this whole time. I still don’t like you spending money on me but…thank you. Looks like we’re going to Rhode Island next year.’

‘Damn straight Art Nerd, you ain’t goin’ without me! All those art nerd girls, can’t have you being stolen away.’ She teased.

‘Not a chance in Hell Princess. You’re mine. Always and Forever.’

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jjwho · 8 months

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♤What will Your Love Life be like within the Next 3 Months♤

Pile1. Pile2.

Pile3. Pile4.

Pile 1

Cards pulled out: Death reversed, six of pentacles reversed, seven of swords, knight of wands

Okay pile 1 so what im getting is that within the next 3 months of your love life you probably haven't moved on from your ex or like bad habits or like changing your perspective on something or you haven't changed your toxic type and you are probably going back to your ex or ex fling over and over again and just can't wake up from it.

Or you have this toxic love fanatsyin your head and you like these men or woman that abuse their power and give you something and want something in return like they give you some attention cause they wanna bang bang you, yk yk? Whoever this ex or toxic type is, they just gonna keep lying to you and trick you and continue to cheat and cheat and cheat and they won't stop and you can't fix them, cause hoes like that don't change. Just saying. This person might "sweep you off your feet" and make you feel so so special but ja it's just not like that. A shameless flirt, that's what this person is. They're rebellious, fearless, confident and hot tempered. The next three months is just going back and forth with this person and its taking you nowhere but wasting your time only.

Advice cards from the wheel from "Iconic JJ advices": "The bee gets honey taken away and nothing give back"

Yeah so you needa stop letting these men/woman/hoes keep using you and taking advantage of you, like have some self worth in you and move on, it's not gonna work. You're gonna look back from 2 years ahead and you're gonna be like "I was so embarrassing" cause honestly girl maybe it's his face or maybe it's the way he makes you feel special, but no one else would date him, you dated him or fucked around with him, now he thinks he's so hot and can fuck around with multiple people at once. You gotta leave him. Don't build up his ego. Leave and build up your self love, self respect. Got that Pile 1!

Okay bye byeee love yalll

Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Two of cups, King of cups, the tower reversed, ace of swords reversed

Ace of cups back of the deck

Okay so Pile 2222

Okay so Pile 2 idk if yall already in a relationship or you guys met someone or are going to meet someone you'll feel quite a attraction too. Like you guys have mutual respect for each other And you guys are just equal, maybe unlike your past relationships. This person's super sweet the masculine but sweet and compassionate masculine. They're romantic, friendly, wise and just calm and has his shit straight.

But maybe you've been heartbroken so much in the past you're just avoiding the whole thing even though there's attraction and just everything perfect, it might seem too perfect in your eyes and you'll just back up and just avoid the feeling of loss and everything like that.

Because of all of this there's gonna be confusion between you two, misinformation being passed around and making people make the wrong decision because of miscommunication.

I believe you guys both like each other, but then you closing off makes them think stuff and do stuff (not like kiss other chick's or things) just stuff that you thought meant smt else and just a whole lot of confusion.

But you shouldn't let your fear of love take away something good the universe gave you

Advice from wheel from JJs iconic advices": "Life does not life around shitty people"

Okay I have a good feeling the people who will give you guys misinformation or make you think the wrong shit about each ither are the shitty people in your life. Ik when you like someone you'll try find out about them as much as possible, so you might believe any bullshit you hear, but don't. He doesn't have anything to hide so just ask him he won't leave you. He's sweet and compassionate and wants you. Leave this shitty hoes in your life okay. They're just shit and you're good and can't let shit smear on you.

Okay that's I have byeeee

Pile 3

Cards pulled out:Page of pentacles, the wheel of fortune, three of wands, five of swords reversed

Back of the deck: Four of wands

So Pile 333

What im getting is that you'll be at a point qhere you're setting goals for yourself and going for what you want and maybe a person as well, this person could be a grounded young person who's loyal, faithful and makes sure they live a healthy lifestyle and stay consistent, they might even still seek education. Not saying they're really young they might be the same age as you, but just has a bigger thirst for knowledge.

This mightve been something that was meant to happen and around this time you might have a lot of luck. You'll be more happy with yourself and your self confidence will be higher. You might be traveling during this time maybe you'll meet him there or you guys will be traveling together around. But your hard works will be paying off and that might be a reason you'll be traveling but you guys mightve been in a long distance relationship or you guys gonna be one of those traveling romance things. Cutee. You guys mightve had some conflicts but are peacefully resolving them. Someone might make a huge sacrifice but ja. But it resolving peacefully.

Advice from wheel from Iconic advices from JJ: "You're a clean Diamond, he isn't and doesn't want to be"

Okay damn so the sacrifice part I'm not sure if something happens but ja maybe they're talking about someone in the last you need to stop trying go after. Leave the past and look into the present. Like if they've moved on then move. Okay? I'm sorry but ja that's the way it is. Just feel, cry. Accept. Then move on. Sounds super easy but is hard I know. Just go out more as well and be open Okay?Don't hold onto someone who doesn't want you, there's millions of people who could want you if you give them the opportunity to let them know you and they could also treat you better.

Okay byeeee

Pile 4

Cards pulled out:Knight of cups, nine of pentacles, nine of swords reversed, six of cups

Back of the deck: The empress

Okay so what im getting is that someone within the next 3 months will yk offer they're cup of love for you. Theyre gonna take action and just follow their heart, you might even be swept off you're feet, you could find them charming and super gentlemanly. Super warm and gentle, at this time you might be getting more serious about your independence and success and just really focused on that, or yalls relationship that you guys are setting off is gonna become more successful and stable. Could be both but ja. This might make you happy and have faith, cause this is like your "Light at the end of the tunnel" and you'll accept the help from them cause that's all they want to do.

This relationship has a nostalgic vibe to it, like a lot of innocence and "I'll protect you" energy. This could help you connect more to your creative side and feminine side. But a lot of harmony between you guys. This is sweet.

Advice cards: "One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care"

So just go for it, I feel like you're scared to go after your dream or something your heart yearn for, but I believe its time you should. Don't be scared. Failure is normal in life, success is part of understanding failure is okay, success is going after your dream 100 times no matter how much you fall. Don't be scared and go for it. Okay.

Byeee

Okay guys I hope you enjoyed the readings have a lovely dayyy

#tarot community #astrology #free tarot #pick a pile #intuitive readings #psychic readings #tarot deck #pick a pile reading #pick an image #free readings #jjwho

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Hi!! How would König react to his Engel having sh scars? I know this is a sensitive request, feel free to ignore it 🫶

Aw I don't mind but thank you for being sensitive 💞 😘

Please skip dear readers if this is triggering for you 🩷

König will notice your scars soon, if not immediately. He knows every old bruise and cut and scar on his skin and the stories behind them, his body is a whole map of old wounds, war, and torment. Therefore he pays close attention to other people's scars.

He won't bring them up too soon out of discretion, but they make him sad, upset, and angry. He knows they are self-inflicted, and the hurt it sends in his heart is maddening because he wants to hurt the ones who have made you hurt. But what to do when you have hurt yourself…?

He eventually asks about them to root out the one guilty for your pain. It must be someone else's fault that you have resorted to cutting yourself.

"Engel, are these… have you hurt yourself?" He asks the question one day when you two are cuddling. He deliberately brings his fingers to your scars and brushes a touch over them to make it known that he sees you… All of you.

"It was... years ago," you answer with a mixture of unease, shame and sadness in your gut. It's never easy to talk about them, and besides, people usually settle for simply staring at them. They rarely if ever mention them or ask about them.

It's not the same with König, because there's no need for facades. He never shies sway from challenging topics. He can talk about gutting people with a trench knife and licking you until you make the cutest sounds – and talk about them almost in the same sentence – so why would discussing self inflicted harm be a taboo subject for him?

"Did someone make you sad?" He demands to know, and you spend the next thirty minutes assuring König that you were simply feeling horrible and desperate and there's no one to blame for it (even if there were, you would be reluctant to tell him because you know it would only make him bounce off the bed and start a manhunt).

It feels both good and bad to open up about your past, the heavy depression you went through. It's an oddly charming therapy session that ends in your therapist pulling you tight against him. You have a feeling that this man who, distortedly enough, loves the exact tools you used to cut yourself with actually understands you better than any therapist ever could.

What breaks your heart, however, is when König hugs you and sighs: "I wish I had been there when you needed me." His attempts to fix the past, present and future is heartrending, but this was a fight he couldn't win – it was yours, and you had to go through it alone.

"Angel... I know how it feels to hate yourself. You must come to me if you're feeling angry or sad. Ja?" His words are blunt and straight to the point. König never sugar-coat things, but that's what you love about him. He sees the beauty in mundane, ordinary things, he sees meaning even in despair. He says how it is, and you know he's a connoisseur in that area – self-hate, that is. You fully believe him when he says he's not a stranger to pain. In that realm, you share a bond.

Then he begs you to promise him to never hurt yourself again. If you're feeling sad, you must come to him so that he can help you. He will always remind you of your worth if you'd happen to forget it.

There's no need for tears, not when he's here. You feel an odd, peaceful calm in your soul, laying there in his arms after revealing the deepest pits of your hell to him. He's not afraid of your darkness at all. He even kisses those scars, and that's when your lashes begins to flutter along with your heart. He whispers loving things on your skin, kisses your wounds with love, the same wounds people have simply stared with pity, confusion, and ridicule.

#cw: sh #tw: sh #answered #könig fluff

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Sweat and Sparks-Alessia Russo

Based off this series: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJHP6euP/?t=1

Word count:2.3k

Six months.Six whole months.That’s how long it had been since my whole life had turned upside down in the worst way possible.My boyfriend, the guy who I had thought I would spend the rest of my life with left me in one of the worst ways possible.

6 months ago

I clunked my fingernail against my glass of red wine just needing something.Anything.To fill the somehow tense and awkward silence between me and my boyfriend of three years,mark.

It was our three year anniversary tonight and he had took me to my favourite restaurant that we had spent most of our time since we had been dating.It was where our first date was and where we went if we just wanted something to eat and spend quality time together .

It was normally my favourite thing to do but tonight things were different and things were off and I didn’t know why but I knew that I didn’t like it one bit.

And it wasn’t just me either, I could see by the look on his face that something was wrong.

“Is everything okay?”I asked, my heart starting to race.

“No things aren’t okay”he said bluntly trying to keep a straight face.

His words made me even more confused so I grabbed his hand trying to make things easier for him.To comfort him.But he pulled away quickly making me look at him hurt but shook it off placing them in my lap.

“Well, what is it? You can talk to me, y’know”I said as he looked into my eyes before looking away to the side as I waited patiently for him to say something.

“I’m sorry but I can’t be with you anymore I’m breaking up with you”he said making my heart sink as his words sunk in.

On our fucking anniversary as well.He sure did have perfect timing.

“What changed? What did I do wrong?”I asked, feeling a lump in my throat .

“It’s just, I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I’ve been offered a job in New York and I think I should take it.It’s a great opportunity and our friends are there”he smiled hoping things would be okay but they weren’t .

“Great, so your fucking leaving me”I sat up in my chair.I couldn’t believe he was leaving me for some job but I could tell that wasn’t just it .

“Look it’s not just for the job okay”he said wavering his hands around.Well that made no sense at all .

“Why? What did I do wrong?I did everything you asked I loved you and yet you go and do this”I whispered nearly being lost for words.

“It’s not you it’s me”he said making me roll my eyes fucking pathetic.

But as his words sunk in I realised something.The missing piece of the puzzle I guess you could say.

“Wait, is there someone else?”I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I waited for him to answer.

But he nodded his head making me look away not being able to look him in the eyes.

“Yea, there is I’m sorry I’m in love with someone else”

“You’ve been cheating on me”I added matter of factly.I thought I was worth more than this.He had told me that himself but I guess that was a lie.

“It was only once, okay I promise but I can’t get her out of my head”he tried to make himself seem innocent and make it seem like what he has done was harmless but that was far from the truth.

“Who?”I asked blankly as I stared In front of me.My whole body felt numb at this point.

He sighed before answering, “Charlotte”. Now this was a shock.

“Wait, so to be clear your leaving me? For some girl that’s in love with your best friend”i exclaimed leaninng forward as people looked at us but I didn’t care.But mark seemed to which enraged me even more.

“Please keep your voice down!”he whispered making me shake my head in disbelief.

“No I won’t fucking keep my voice down, I can’t believe you, your not the guy I fell in love with”i said crossing my arms against my chest and he looked at me hurt but he hurt me first.

“Y/N, I’m sorry this isn’t what I planned, I do love you, but I love her more”he reasoned and I saw him staring off in a haze with a loving look in his eye which made me heart break.

It used to be the way he looked at me but now it was how she made him feel.

I clicked my teeth together and nodded my head in understanding.

“You know what I’m leaving I can do this”i said leaning down to grab my back and standing up going to head out of the restaurant.

“Y/N please, wait”he said grabbing my arm and wrapping his wrist tightly around it making me slightly scared.

“No mark”i hissed sharply turning around to face him .

“You want someone else, fine you know what? If you want us to be over then we’re over goodbye mark”is the last thing I said turning away and our the door of the cafe with tears rolling down my cheeks but I didn’t bother to wipe them away.

Present time

I was laying in my bed, facing the wall staring at it blankly lost in my own thoughts.I had been a wreck since the whole things but I didn’t want to admit that .

I barely left my home anymore or talk to anyone.My friends and family had tried to comfort me but I just brushed them off.I couldn’t be bothered for it right now.

I was in a black hole and I knew it.I was always having These depressive episodes all the time and I was tired of it.I missed being happy and I wanted that but it wasn’t that simple.

I had managed to drag myself out of bed and just like I did everyday I promised to myself that I would try my best to be productive and do the best I can but I knew that would go down the drain immediately.

I reached my bathroom and I sighed as I saw my figure in the mirror.First of all, my body, I was skinny as hell so much it looked unhealthy.I looked like i hadn’t eaten in days which was true.

And my face was filled with tears where I had cried myself to sleep last night like I do every night and if I had bothered to look after myself properly and put makeup on I would have had mascara running down my cheeks.

I sighed again shaking my head trying to get rid of the thoughts that ran through my head as I reached for the tap and began to clean my face.

I had finished getting ready into some presentable clothes even thought I probably wouldn’t be going anywhere but oh well it was better than me being in my sorrows in my sweats I might as well look good.

I reached for my phone after I had heard it vibrating a few times and smiled as I saw a few messages from Bella, my best friend, who lived in Manchester come through

Bells 💗

Hey girly, I’ve been in London for the weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch together

It took me a moment to think about it but yknow what maybe I needed this.It would be a distraction and a step forward.It would be good for me as-well.

Y/N

Yeah sure, just send me the address and time and I’ll be there

Bella 💗

Okay how about at the cafe next to the shop we used to work at in about 25 minutes?

Y/N

Sure sounds good, see you there

After that I put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and I Headed down stairs to sit on the sofa and I reached under the table and grabbing my diary .

I grabbed the pen that was on top of the coffee table while I had the tv on in the background and began writing .

I knew it was a bit stupid to have a diary, especially at my age but it helped me a lot to express my emotions.I had always struggled to express my feelings in words so I always found it easier to write things down in a bunch of shambles but I understand it and that’s all that mattered .

I had been using it a lot recently since the break up a lot of things had been going on and I had been feeling a lot of different emotions.

Things from my past that I had managed to forget about and hide my insecurities about Years ago came back up in all one go which I would have to work through again but I knew I could do it eventually .

By the time I had put my pen down, I had noticed it had been 30 minutes meaning I was late.Shit.I quickly grabbed my keys putting my book away and heading out the door .

Luckily the cafe was only a few minutes drive from my house and I could have walked if I really wanted to but I knew me and Bella would be out a while and I would be tired by the time I got back.

The bell on the door rung as I entered the little coffee shop that felt home to me for a lot of my life and a few heads lifted up at my entrance .

But there was only one I recognised.

Bella.

“Hey, sorry I’m late”i greeted walking over to her with a smile as she stood up and I pulled her into a big hug that I needed so much more than I thought I did.

“No it’s okay don’t worry about it, I missed you”she said pulling away from the hug as we both sat down.

“I got you a drink”she said sliding across a glass of water.

“Oh you didn’t have to, how much was it I’ll pay you back”I rambled reaching for my purse but I was stopped by her grabbing my arm.

“Y/N, relax it’s just water, it wasn’t that much anyway I’ve got it”she reassured and I nodded relaxing my body a bit leaning back in my chair .

It was weird for me to think the last time this had happened the love of my life was leaving me for someone else but I tried to focus my attention on Bella and what she was saying.

“So what’s going on with you lately?”bella asked me curiously as I shrugged taking a sip of my water.

“Dunno not much really”a dry laugh left my throat that wasn’t convincing at all.

“Oh cmon Y/N, I know you and I can tell your not okay so talk to me I’m here for you”she soothed making me sigh.

I shrugged desperately holding back my tears.

“I guess, I just, since mark left I don’t know what to do with myself”I gave her a sad smile as she gave me a pitying look which I expected but I wasn’t up for it all .

“Y/N I’m sorry, you could’ve talk to me everyone is worried about you we just want you to be okay”she said which made me feel a little guilty for pushing everyone away but it was the best thing for me .

“I’m sorry for pushing you all away but I was in a real dark place, I’m trying a lot”I stated nodding my head.

“And that’s all we’ll ever asked from you”she sympathised .

“I just, I’m done with being so sad all that time, I wanna move on, focus on other things, I don’t think I cant do that with mark still in my mind”i said staring into space.

Bella thought for a moment before speaking, “Maybe you should move out of london”she said nonchalantly making me look at her shocked.

“What?”I asked, yes I had been thinking about the possibility of it but I hadn’t gone far of actual going ahead with it .

“I know, I know it seems a bit like a rash decision, it’s up to you but it’ll be good for you, your no good here stuck in the mark phase”she said putting quote marks around mark making me roll my eyes.

“Where would I even go?”i queried.

“You could come live with me in Manchester”she shrugged suggestively .

“I don’t know, isn’t this a bit impulsive?”i asked unsure about the whole thing.I was never really the person to just get up and leave .

“Well, just think about it okay”she put her hand on my arm rubbing it up and down as I nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it”

Later that night I called Bella up and she immediately answered .

“Hello?”she asked as I heard noise in the background which must have been the tv.

“Yeah hi bells, it’s me Y/N I’ve decided”I sighed and I could see that she was smiling through the phone even though I couldn’t see her.

“Yeah and?”she asked waiting in anticipation.

“Yes, let’s live together in Manchester”i smiled feeling some sort of relief being taken off my shoulders.

“Great, that’s amazing Y/N/N”she squealed making me giggle at her which hasn’t happened in a while .

We said our goodbyes and I put my phone down on my bed side table plugging it in on my phone charger and I turned on my side once I turned the lights off closing my eyes .

Looks like I’m going to Manchester.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #Alessia Russo fanfic

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find me when you know.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

about. conrad is confusing, you hope to never see him again... but to also kiss him.

warnings. foul language, underage drinking

ricky rocks. i love writing melo asshole!conrad. i also could have gone a lot worse with this, but i don't think that's how conrad genuinely is... but who knows, maybe i'll change my mind.

the first time you had ever met conrad, you had nearly fallen straight through a wall at a party thrown to celebrate the end of the school year.

you weren’t drunk. you had barely even been there for more than ten minutes as you were walking through the home of the mutual who invited you, looking for friends, when you tripped over a pair of shoes, landing you no longer on stable feet, but stumbling toward the wall behind you.

if it weren’t for conrad, you probably would have gone straight through the brand new dry wall of the fresh new home built on cousins beach—a whole other reason the party was being thrown; to sport the large new house off to all of you.

“careful, sweetheart, that walls worth more than your whole life.”

exactly.

his hand was wrapped around your wrist and he smiled at you with something that was goofy and almost cocky as he pulled you back to your feet. you remember being half shocked as you looked at him, almost not believing that just happened—and he just stared back, analyzing you.

“well thanks. you are my knight and shining armor,” this made him smirk, finally letting go of your wrist at your implication and a returning look that was equally amused. “don’t know what i would have done without you.”

that was it. his bright eyes pierced yours and his soft upside down smile sent you off with a nod as if it was a mutual understanding that there was quite literally nothing else to say.

you had forgotten about this. this encounter must have been shoved all the way in the back of your head where the rest of your memories from house parties were—meant to be forgotten just so you wouldn’t feel the regret from any chance of an embarrassing moment being there.

you had forgotten this… until you once again found conrad right in front of your face, but not to save you.

“hi.”

“hey,” his head tipped to the side, surprised to see you as he sipped his beer. his face was soft looking beneath the light of the bonfire that was the center of the current party.

“i’m y/n.”

“i know,” he smiles, looking at you like you’re silly for saying. his cheeks are red from the slight exhilaration from drinking, but he was calm and still held himself high, like it was another saturday talking to you. “we’ve met before.”

“yes,” you nod, but not understanding how he got your name from just you falling. “i remember.“

“i don’t think you do,” conrad quirks a brow, the bottle of beer he held teasing his lips as he was still in between sips. he was looking you up and down slowly, determining whether or not you had anything to drink and what state you were in exactly. “you remember my name?”

you scoff, “you’re a fisher boy.”

“can you tell me which one?” his brow raised further, dropping the bottle from his face so you can fully see his challenging look.

“there’s more than one?” you joke, smiling, but he can’t tell if it is. he’s still trying to figure your current state out, and you almost seem a bit tipsy. “conrad.”

“right,” he nods slowly, turning on his feet now. “gold star.”

strange. he was very strange, but in a way that made you want more. conrad was no one to you, it was proved right there—first name basis. you had no reason to follow him, or continue to talk to him, but something was pulling you to do so.

“why do you sound so disappointed?” you fell in close behind him.

“i never see you at parties that much, why’s that?” he ignores your question, raising his own as he grabs another bottle, pulling the cap off with his teeth before turning to face you once more.

“uh,” you’re almost taken aback, almost finding it a strange question. “not a big partier?”

he nods. you could tell he didn’t really care for the answer, “you’re a junior next year?”

“yeah.”

“oh,” he scratches the back of his neck and you can’t tell if the expression that has came over his face is a good or bad one. you guess it’s bad by the way his eyes don’t meet yours, but rather anything else.

you can tell the gears in his head are turning, but you’re confused, squinting at him like you didn’t get him and there was a sudden frustration taking over your chest.

“i’ll see you later, y/n,” he waves at you, waves you away as he turns on his heal to get away from you. “try not to trip on anything.”

you laugh dryly, looking at the sand in almost helplessness until he finally dispersed. what a fucking dickhead.

you didn’t see conrad much after that but when you did, you never approached him. the previous atmosphere created between the two of you in such short time was turned sour after you last saw him and you felt no need to turn it any worse. it was odd, and you weren't sure how it even happened, or even if it was just in your head, but you were upset at the possibility that he didn't like just because of you being a junior.

it was a stupid reason, but why did you care? you didn't even know each other that well in the first place.

it was probably best you didn't. you heard things about him. things you didn't particularly care for because you hadn't ever known him before the end of the school year party.

a lot of people didn't like him because he just didn't care what people thought of him. he didn't care for people's feelings, didn't care where they stood, didn't care how much money was in their pocket, didn't care if they were in a relationship, or just who they were.

he was in his own world and the only time people would see him in theirs, it would be to fuck around, drink, smoke, and fuck.

maybe it was a blessing he didn't want anything to do with you.

"y/n knows conrad, right y/n?"

you raised your head to meet your friends eyes as she was motioning to you. you frowned, focusing on her red face and blood shot eyes, then to who she was talking to; jeremiah fisher. you frowned even harder, slightly shaking your head.

oh dear god.

the boy with bright blue eyes smiled to you with his perfect white teeth, a look of clarity arising, like he recognized you, or you looked even more familiar just because you knew his brother. you shied away to his exuberant aura. he barely moved, but just the look on his face—you knew you were in for it.

jeremiah was in your grade and he had to of been one of the nicest people you had met. he got around, which made sense because you can't get around as much as he did without being as friendly as he was. you unfortunately didn't have the pleasure of being on that list.

"that's great," his arm extended out your way, "i actually think he's mentioned you before, which is not like connie at all."

connie.

"really?" your brows quirked, not believing this at all. "conrad didn't exactly give me the impression that i was that memorable."

"strange," jeremiah agrees, leaning against the wall, "never know what goes through his head. when's the last time you talked with him?"

"last month."

"you're kidding," he looked like he didn't believe you, both of his brows raising as well as his body from the wall and back to its full posture. "he just mentioned you the other day."

you frowned, your head tipping at this new piece of information. this was real fucking strange.

"asked me about you, i swear. and he never talks to me about girls."

you glanced to your friend who looked just as shocked as you did before giving you a knowing look, like she had an idea, "well, jere, i think you should approach conrad about this issue."

oh, jesus.

"that's a fucking fantastic idea," no it wasn't, he knew it, you knew it, your friend knew it. this just could make a boring-usual night a lot more fun... for certain people, "lets go y/n," he yanked on your arm, brining you to your feet.

"jeremiah, i uh, don't think this is a good idea."

"why not?" he wasn't listening to you or your protests. not when this could be good.

"i just think that conrad... he's not someone who would appreciate me cock blocking him at this party or like ever, so maybe lets leave this for another time, you know? one where i'm like a lot more wasted than i am right now."

"oh you'll want to sober up for this, y/n," and there you were, standing right before conrad who noticed the two of you right away. "con, you remember y/n."

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"how could i forget," he mumbles, glancing between the two of you, not looking even remotely surprised. "i'll talk to you guys later," he doesn't even look to the two other guys he was previously talking to, only you.

they walk away and he seems to sigh, raising a brow, "y/n."

"conrad."

"oh this is great," jeremiah looks between the two of you, "but i think, conrad, you should tell y/n what we were talking about this morning, alone."

"yeah, whatever."

he walks away, winking at you and you felt already absolutely miserable.

"your brother's charming."

"yeah, i'm sure," he coughs awkwardly, holding his bottle of beer tightly.

"i hear you talk about me," you rock on your feet. this was risky, but you still look up at him with sudden amusement because what's the worse that could happen now?

he swallows harshly, his eyes going to the ceiling, mentally cursing himself as well his brother for putting him into a position like this. he was unsure about you originally because he knew nothing about you and he almost didn't want to know anything about you. knowing things about people, knowing what they were like and how they perceived things always made things like relationships and hookups more difficult.

you were pretty and a new face. the idea of something new would be good for him. good and easy. but with the fact that word got around fast, no matter how secret and you being a junior, being in the same year as jeremiah would make things far more complicated than they needed to be and cause things to be far from easy.

it all automatically ruled you untouchable.

but he screwed that up himself, didn't he?

"i asked about you, yes."

"why?"

"why do you think?" his head tipped to the side when he finally looked back down at you and you couldn't tell if he was taunting you or not.

"i'm bad at these kinds of things, conrad, why did you ask about me?"

fuck.

"was wondering if you were worth my time. it's easier to learn about people through other people than to do it yourself," conrad bit down on his cheek immediately, he knew the moment it came out of his mouth it was fucked. he looked down at you, expecting you to backhand him, to be mad at his response, but what he saw from your face was confusion.

you didn't know what to say to that. your face was scrunched as you thought, your mouth opening to speak, but you said nothing, therefore closing it once more. it had to of been one of the most douchebag things you had ever heard, but you were still very confused and the only reason you didn't walk away was because it was conrad.

you were still very intrigued and this moment was only pushing this interest further.

"is this you trying to tell me that i'm not worth your time..?"

he frowns, thinking, "no."

but it was him trying to figure out whether or not you were worth it.

"i don't know what to say," you mumble, "to be honest, what you just said was fucking weird and rude, but i'm too buzzed to care."

his lips almost twitch into a smile as he watched you.

"conrad, i want to kiss you, but i also want to not see you for a long time."

he actually laughs at this, shaking his head before lightly grabbing onto your bicep, "think about it, y/n," he leans toward you, pressing his lips to the side of your cheek. "think about how you feel about me, then come find me."

navigation.

#conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #christopher briney #chris briney

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