#they became friends after Sunshine got into the crash

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I’m so sorry

Blake and Bestie >>>>>> Elliott and Sunshine

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Closure | One shot

Synopsis - You first crossed paths with him at a club, where he fucked you on the hood of a stranger’s car. The second time, Taehyung found you at the house of the girl he was seeing, and you let him take you in your shared bathroom, the lock barely holding. He became your anchor, and you became his sun and moon. Now, all you want is one more chance—to tell each other ‘I love you’.

Paring- Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre - Well, I have no idea which genre this falls into.

Warnings - Public sex/ semi public sex/ grinding/ breast play/ nipple play/ unprotected sex(this is a fic)/penetrative sex/word 'slut' and 'whore'/ oral(male recieving)/ fingering/ handjob/ shower sex/ orgasm denials/edging/implied bondage/alcohol consumption/ smoking/ angst/ I don't know what else but huge SMUT warning and MDNI.

Word count - 11k

a/n - Well well, while I was peacefully raising my first born (In Another Universe), I got distracted by this song (Sweet music) and Kim Taehyung. So, I gave birth to this. Hope you'll enjoy!

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It’s really bad when the whole world revolves around one person. When that one person is gone. The whole world crumbles. That’s what happened to Taehyung. His whole world fell down. Crumbled. Crushed. And he became a shell. Empty.

A soulless creature who wanders the earth. Nothing made him happy. Nothing made him laugh. Nothing gave his vacant eyes life. There was a time he wanted nothing but to be gone. It was his friends who kept him alive. They hold on to him. With an invisible string tied onto their hands. A single tug on that string, they came crashing like a storm. Even though that tug was barely there. Never allowed those unshed tears to consume Taehyung up. Made sure he is breathing. Sleeping. And everything in between. Taehyung became nothing but a burden on his friends’ shoulders.

He wanted to be something else, to be honest. Something else that wasn’t a soul-withered husk. Wanted the hollow feeling inside him to vanish. Wanted to feel something. Something other than the pain. Wanted to laugh. At least smile. Manage his life like a normal person would. Do something other than emptying bottle after bottle of alcohol. Feel his heart beats. But everything seemed impossible in his eyes. He would never be happy again. Never laugh again. He would always be the hollow shadow. Hiding from the world. Hiding from that ray of sunshine.

That’s what he thought. At least until this moment. The moment when he is lying in a stranger’s bed. In the darkness. Listening to water running. Imagining her under the shower. In this moment, he can feel his heart beats. Madly. Violently. He can feel him breathing peacefully. Brain quiet. Blissful. Basking in the aftermath of a good orgasm. He feels alive. For the first time in a year and a half. He feels alive.

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Sometimes, just sometimes, despite everything, Taehyung hates his friends. Like he hated Jungkook when he asked him to go out earlier tonight. He hated him for making him do something he didn’t want. For not letting him drown in his anguish. He simply wasn’t feeling it. To be in a crowded club. To buy drinks for a nameless woman he would meet. Get drunk with them. Dance while groping their slender curves. Only to feel nothing. Get high. To a point he would not remember his own name and end up sleeping with that woman. Regret everything in the following morning. Drown in guilt. He wasn’t feeling it. But Jungkook and Jimin always find their way.

“She’s fucking gone, Taehyung. Fucking gone. You need to move the fuck on.”

Taehyung hated Jungkook for saying that. Because in his mind, that wasn’t true.

“It’s been more than a year, Kim Taehyung. How are you still in denial. You’re going out tonight. It’s better to get wasted together than alone.”

Taehyung hated Jimin for saying that out loud. It can’t be that long.

In the end, somehow, they won. Taehyung found himself on one of the bar stools. Lost in a fog. No jokes, no laughter, reached his ears. He intended to keep it that way. Just listen to his friends laugh. Ignore their desperate attempts to make him laugh. Until the barman will ask them to move away. Stop crowding the bar. He didn’t intend to, however, turn around before barman asked them to do so. Didn’t expect to bump into someone. On top of everything, he certainly didn’t expect that someone on his way to change something in him. Change things for a third time. In a club. As before, in bygone echoes.

The moment her drink splashed on his shirt; Taehyung felt his heart beats. As if it was the first beat of a heart. The moment her panicked, doe eyes locked in his eyes, Taehyung felt his lung deflate. The pressure on them was gone. The moment she started apologising over and over again, Taehyung felt his entire body calm down. The pain subsided. The moment when she tried to wipe his wet shirt. The moment she touched him, Taehyung felt everything he had been wanting to feel. The electrifying, burning sensation. The sensation that made his head spin and breath hitch. But what sealed the deal was her words.

“I’m really sorry, sailor. Wasn’t looking where I was going.”

That’s exactly how you said it.

“Whatever you wish to buy me, sailor.”

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You stood in a crowded club. In a dark secluded corner. Watching two people on the dance floor. Drunk. High. Dancing. Grinding. You knew how this one would end. Had seen how each and every club session ended. In a bed with different woman each time. You wanted to stop him all those times. You couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried. So, you learned to move on with that. This day, however, when you watched Taehyung’s hand sneak under her crop top. Watched his lips pepper kisses on her neck, jaw and every inch of skin he could find. Watched his eyes getting darker and more hooded. You knew something was changed. Something was different.

You know it has changed.

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Now

All those time Taehyung ended up on some random woman’s bed, he regretted it immediately. In the very moment his high faded, he regretted everything. Made sure he disappear into his miserable life the as soon as he could. This day though, he isn’t regretting anything. He didn’t run away, and he doesn’t plan to. He is waiting patiently for her to join him again. Maybe it’s bad. Maybe he is wrong. He is doing something wrong, isn’t he?

He feels guilty to a certain extent. But this time it’s not entirely towards you. It’s partially toward her. Because despite everything, it’s the memory of you that made him follow her. She is not like you. Not completely at least. But it’s the same kind of aura. The kind of aura that made him follow. You and she both are like magnets. Magnets that pulled him. Like he was spell bounded. Made his heart skip beats. She made him lose himself in a reverie. Made him travel through time. To a day he felt same kind of spell bound sensation.

To the day he met you on a crowded club.

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Six years ago

Taehyung had never felt such kind of feeling. A feeling of content simply by looking at someone. He felt satisfied. It was as though his heart found a place to rest. Every moment stretched. The world blurred around him. You hadn’t even noticed him. Were just enjoying your company on a booth. You weren’t drunk. Taehyung could tell that you weren’t. Just tipsy. Tipsy enough to laugh loudly for whatever your friends said, which was probably not that funny.

Subjects involving women were never a problem for him. But that day, he almost didn’t make his move. If it wasn’t for Jimin and Jungkook, he would have never talked to you. It was a gentle push on his back that made him approach you. With clammy hands and a pounding heart. He was nervous. So nervous that his stomach hurt. Yet, the moment you caught him approaching. In the moment you smiled. A stellar collision occurred. Oh, how sweet your smile was. How he thought you were the type to be timid and innocent. He read you completely wrong. And he loved the surprise. Loved when you turned out be a vixen. His vixen.

Of course, he ended up buying you a ‘Sex on the Beach’, when you asked him to buy whatever he wanted. And you didn’t like it.

“Let me guess, you’ve never had to try now, have you?”

“Oh, no. I’ve had to try pretty hard sometimes. Can I buy you something else?”

“Nah, this is fine.”

When you said yes to dance. On the crowded dance floor, your body pressed against his, Taehyung was in a bliss. Every single movement of your body. Every time you brushed against him. He felt his blood boil. Rushing southward. Making his mouth dry. Heart hammering inside his ribcage. And you knew what you were doing. You knew you had him wrapped around your pinkie finger. You knew his brain is short-circuiting when you pressed your tits on to him. Hands curling around his neck. Mouth hovering over his. Breath mingling. He smelled the alcohol on you. It was intoxicating. The way your breasts peeked through your low neckline. The way they were pressing onto his chest was captivating. Made his dick twitch. Painful. And you allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Just stared into his eyes when he grabbed you by your hips. Pressed you onto his throbbing dick. You sighed blissfully. Almost like a moan. And Taehyung nearly came in his pants. You moved your body against him. Pressed your tummy onto his hardened member. Almost pressed your lips into his. And then pulled away. Smirked.

“Life isn’t this easy. You should try harder sailor.”

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Six years ago

When that awfully good-looking man approached you, you never in a million years thought you would seal the your fate with him. He looked the type to be able to make you cum more than once for the night. And disappear right afterward. And you were fine with it. Just wanted to get laid, and he was the catch of the night.

You had your ways with men. Rules you made for yourself. To maintain a sense of power on your mind. To not let men have you used, and left unsatisfied, not being able to cum at least for once. Rules for one-night stands.

Rule one: you always made them desperate. Men are easy. You don’t have to try hard. Just having pair of tits are enough. Taehyung seemed to be the same kind of man to go on his knees for a peek of your tits. Oh, how wrong you were. The moment you turned around, you expected him to follow you. That’s how the horny men you met in clubs acted. Desperate.

He didn’t. Neither followed you nor approached you again. You regretted it. Regretted not going with the flow and let him have his way with you. Kept sneaking glances toward him. And he took his sweet time. Enough time for you to down three more drinks. Enough time for you to reluctantly agree to joined someone else on the dance floor.

That’s when he nearly made the chairs fly in the air. Stormed to you. Grabbed you by the wrist. Pressed his lips to yours. Nothing was said. No questions were asked. Just came and kissed you. Hard. Bit into your lower lip. Made you moan. Took his chance by sneaking his tongue into your mouth. And you moaned again. Your own rules started to crumble. You kissed him back. Lapped your tongue against his. Ignored your friends’ incredulous looks. Ignored the betrayed look on your supposed one-night stand’s. Just allowed Taehyung to guide you back to the dance floor while still kissing you. You decided you won’t pull away until he did. Not even if you fell dead without being able to breathe. Fortunately, he did pull away. You didn’t die.

Pressed his forehead to yours. Breathing rapid. Snaked his hands around your waist. Pulled you onto him.

“Don’t play.”

“I wasn’t playing.”

“You can’t make me rock hard and walk away. And find another man.”

“I didn’t do anything to make you hard, Taehyung.”

“You exist.”

You lied. You did everything to make him hard. Played well to make him desperate. Even though it was subtle. Was so happy he came back. Your rules had been thrown out the window long ago. He made your heartbeat stop just with his words. Made your cunt drip by just kissing. But where’s the fun when you just give in? Were just curious to know his limits. It was fun teasing.

“Sorry I did that. Look like I must apologise.”

Pressed your palm onto his toned chest. Pushed him slightly away. Let your hand wander down. Through his toned chest and abs. Felt how he tightened his muscles under your touch. Stopped right at his belt. Watched his breath hitch. Anticipation firing in his eyes. You smiled wickedly at that. Let your hand go even further down, caressing -or rather grazing- his clothed cock with the back of your hand. Taehyung groaned. Grunted. Bucked his hips into your hand. Oh, he was desperate. Just had good restraint. You had good restraint too. You hoped to keep playing the game. Taehyung didn’t. Maybe he didn’t have good restraint. Before you knew it, he had turned you around. Your back against his chest. Groaned again. This time in your ear. And your walls crumbled, completely. You willingly handed the power over to him.

“Don’t play. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

“Yeah? What should I do about it?.”

“You little vixen. I asked you not to play.”

“I am most definitely not playing Kim Taehyung. What should I do about it?”

He never answered that question. Just dragged you away from the dance floor all of a sudden. You let him. It was you who were waiting in anticipation then. Couldn’t help the sly smile on your face. He was hard to read. He appeared to be nervous. Timid. Subby. But he was manhandling you. And you were allowing it. Allowing him to drag you to a booth. Not private. Just empty. As luck would have it, it was empty. Sat back while pulling you to straddle him. You had no idea what he was playing at. You’d done some exciting shits, from fucking in a bathroom stall to car sex. Public sex? You hadn’t. And you didn’t know if you liked it or not. Made you nervous.

“We are in public, Taehyung.”

“I know.”

“You know? What are you trying to...”

“You asked me what you should do about it? This.”

He placed his hands under your knees. Pulled. Made you properly sit on his lap. Your already soaked cunt, pressed right against his rock-hard dick. Grabbed from your hips and pressed you further down. Down onto his dick. You both moaned. But you moaned a little harder. Your skirt ridden up. Flimsy material of your lacy panties bushing against your soaked folds and his pants. You wanted them to be gone. Both your panties and his pants.

“Grind.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Grind on me.”

“But we are in public.”

“Don’t care vixen. You asked me what you should do- well, it’s your fault I’m painfully hard. So do something about it. Grind. Like a bitch in heat hm? Be good?”

Oh, how the man who practically stuttered when he first reached you has changed. You loved it. Who needs power after all? You had read him wrong. He wasn’t the type to be subby. He wasn’t going to play your game. You had two options. Either to back away or let him have his way. You simply chose the latter. You didn’t need power. Nodded. Started slowly moving your hips. Careful experimental rubs at first. He encouraged you. Bucked his hips upwards. Into your soaked cunt. Moaned. And the world around you disappeared. It was him who left on your world. Him only.

“Fuck like that. Keep going.”

“Wha.... What if someone sees us.”

“Let them. Let’s give them a show. Hm?”

Your blood was boiling. Cunt dripping. For the first time in your life, you allowed a man to play you. Like the way he wanted. And it was exhilarating. To let him handle you. Do things to you. Stopped trying to be smug and cocky. Became pliant. Found out that you like the idea of being seen. Moaned shamelessly to his words. He smirked. Bucked his hips more into you. Controlled your movements with his hands on your hips. And you did as he asked. Grind on him like a bitch in heat. Taehyung glanced towards where your cunt was dripping onto him. Moaned.

“Fuck baby... Like that... keep going. Look how you’re dripping. Make a mess baby. “

“I... I nee... need more.”

“Yeah? You need more? I’ll give you more. Just keep going huh? Be a good slut for me.”

You listened to a man for the first time in your life. Quickened your movements. Followed his gaze. Watched how you were staining on his pants. Made your head spin. Grabbed onto his shoulders for leverage. Pushed your cunt harder on him. Felt the knot on your tummy tightened. Couldn’t care anymore about being on public. Of someone catching you. It was so good. Not enough but so good. Taehyung looked into your eyes. His eyes were blown out with lust. Pressed a kiss on to your lips before removing his hands from your hips. Only to snaked it between your bodies and pressed two fingers on your clit. Over your panties. Started rubbing your clit softly.

“Shit you are so fucking hot. So fucking hot dripping on to me. On a club full of people. So hot rubbing your cute cunt on a stranger. Keep going princess...”

You nearly cried. The knot tightened and tightened. Kept grinding. Felt dizzy. Your cunt on fire. And right at the moment that knot was about to explode Taehyung’s hand left your sopping cunt. Grabbed onto your hips back and stilled you. Pressed you hard down. You whined so loud. Loud enough that you were sure so many people looked at you. It was intense how he robbed you of that orgasm. Intense enough that your thighs trembled.

“No.... I was... So.. so close.”

“I know”

“Why did you do that then?”

“Don’t want this to end. Want to keep you dripping for me as long as I can.”

A shiver ran through your spine. You stared into his eyes. They were beautiful, blown out with lust. Had no idea what came over you when you started kissing him madly. Pressing your lips into his harder. Sucking on his bottom lip and then on his tongue. Taehyung just let you had it. Encouraged you with moans and groans. Started bucking his hips again onto your sensitive pussy. In a minute you were back to grinding. Kissing. Staring into his deep dark eyes. His hands were everywhere. On your hips. Thighs. Back. Ass. And on your boobs. He squeezed them, hard enough you cried out. Circled your nipples through the dress.

“Can I pull this down. Wanna see your pretty tits.”

“Fuck Taehyung. What if....”

“No one’s looking. Please. Please fuck.”

He didn’t wait for your yes. Not that you planned to say no. He was irresistible. So, all you did was moan when he swiftly pulled your dress down with your lacy bra. Making your tits bounce in the air.

“Holy fuck. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Closed his eyes and groaned. Opened them again. A fire burning in them. It was the most hottest sight, the way he licked his lips before wrapping those wet lips around one of your nipples. Slapped the other tit. Made it bounce. Did it again, and then again and again. All while sucking on your other nipple hard. Teeth grazing. You were a crying mess. There were no restraints left in you. People could see you. Your naked chest, bouncing under his little slaps. You couldn’t care, however. Not when his hot tongue was swirling around your hardened buds. Not when his lips were sucking on your nipples like his life depended on it. Like you were his source of life. Not when he kept his eyes on your face all the time. He popped your nipple out of his mouth and put the other one in his mouth. Did the same thing to the free one. Made it bounce. Pulled away. Kissed your nipples like he was gone mad. Squeezed them together. Buried his face between them. Groaned into your skin. That made your hips rolled faster, bringing you to the edge again.

“I’m gonna cum. Taehyung I... I... please I need to cum.’

For the first time in your life, you asked permission before cumming. Begged from a man for your release. Good thing was that you loved every moment of it. And he stilled you again. You were devastated. Didn’t even realize you let the tears gathered on your eyes to rolled down. Wetting your cheeks. Taehyung watched you shatter. Hitched your bodice up again, covering your assaulted tits. Pressed his lips on to your collar bones. Peppered you with kisses. Patted your ass.

“C’mon move baby.”

“Where? Where are we going?”

“To make you cum. Want you to cum on my cock. As much as I love having you rub on me like a needy slut. I want to feel your cunt around me. And as much as I love giving people a show, you’re too pretty to be shown.”

Both of your intended destination was a bathroom stall. It was occupied with a long queue of patrons. No fucks were allowed there. And it felt like the end of the world for you. Never have been that turned on in your life. Taehyung was something else.

Fortunately, Taehyung looked like his world ended that moment too. Pressed few kisses to your lips needily before suggesting, leaving the club. That was the fastest yes you gave someone. Didn’t know where you were about to go when you exited the club. Not being able to take two steps without kissing. Didn’t know how your back ended up pressing against a car door. Kissing like it was the last time you would get to kiss someone. Just a mess of tongue and teeth. You were the first to pulled away first with a pop. Him chasing your mouth. Trail of saliva connecting your still wet lips.

“Shit I can’t wait anymore Taehyung. I fucking can’t.”

“Fuck don’t say that. I’ll fuck you here.”

“Then you should.”

You may have given the controller to him willingly. Still, you had some tricks to play the game, hidden up your sleeves. You pulled one of them. Hiked your dress up and pushed your panties aside. Kept staring into his lust-filled eyes. Circled your clit for a second before plunged two fingers inside your quivering, needy hole. Moaned intentionally loudly, making him curse. Pulled your fingers back and held them in front of his eyes, glistening with your arousal.

“See… so fucking wet. I’m dripping.”

“Shit! You needy slut.”

Taehyung grabbed your wrist. Pressed his entire body into yours and caged you between his radiant form and the car. Brought your fingers to his mouth. Wrapped his lips around your fingers. You didn’t know who moaned louder. You were uncontrollably rubbing your thighs together. Taehyung sucked your fingers clean. Let your hand go and cupped your cheeks with one of his hands. Kissed you again, generously allowing you to taste how sweet you were. Pulled away.

“You want to get fuck here? Out in the open? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Never been so sure Taehyung.”

“What my slut wants, she gets.”

It was only a surprised yelp that escaped your mouth when he yanked your figure on to the hood of that car. Hoisted you up on the hood. Buried his face on your neck. Peppering wet kissed across your honeyed skin. Tongue poking out. Teeth grazing. Sucking and indefinitely giving you some purple marks. Made your toes curl and cunt clenched.

“This isn’t your car, is it Taehyung?”

“No… No, fuck. I don’t know whose car this is. Do you care? Do we have to wait.”

“No no no. I don’t care. Keep going please.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly close. Taehyung chuckled. Darkly. Peck your lips.

“You really are a slut. Aren’t you baby. A needy slut?”

Mumbled. You didn’t answer that question. Only got to nod your head when he slipped his hand inside your already ridden up dress. Hooked his finger on your panties to push it aside. Grazed his fingers over your slicked slit. Made electric sensations run through your body. Kept looking at your fucked-up face when two of his slender fingers teased your hole. For a moment. And then he was pushing past your entrance, in a one swift go. A strangled cry left your throat, your own hand grabbing from his wrist. Your needy hole sucking up his fingers greedily. Started pumping those slender fingers into you without warning. Curled them a bit. You were beyond surprised that he hit the spot right there. He smirked when you reeled at his fingers. Added another. Stretched you wide.

“Fuck baby. You’re wet. So fucking wet. And tight. You gonna fucking kill me. You know. Fuck my fucking dick hurts.”

His voice was shaky when he mumbled against your lips. Hips bucking into your thigh for some kind of friction. That was your sign to do something about his pain. Felt bad that you were selfish. Flew toward his belt and unbuckled it in record time. Did the same with his fly. Slipped your hand inside his boxers, feeling his raging hard for the first time. His dick twitched when your fingers lightly grazed it. Curled your delicate fingers around his hot shaft. Made him moan, and wasn’t it the sweetest melody you’ve ever heard. His dick felt damn good on your hand. Twitched agian. So, you squeezed it.

“Harder. Squeeze it harder, princess. Holy fuck!! Like that.”

You obeyed his commands so unlike you. Squeezed his dick and pumped. Grazed your thumb over his tip. And he kept pumping his fingers inside you. You were no longer a part of the earth that day. The breeze didn’t make you realize you were out in the open. The sound of the music didn’t remind you that you were in the parking lot of a club. And you didn’t care about dripping onto someone else’s car hood. You were high. High on Taehyung. Never wanted to pleasure someone else that badly. Never wanted to have someone inside you that badly.

“Please Taehyung. Fuck me now hm?”

From there it didn’t take much more convincing or begging. Taehyung pulled his fingers out of your cunt, making you feel empty and wincing. You did the same. Let his hard cock go. Watched him fumble with his pants for second before he freed his hard dick out. Watched it spring out in the cold air, tip red and angry. Swollen and pre cum leaking. You gulped harshly. That was the most fucking beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. Made your mouth water.

“Fuck I want you in my mouth.”

“Yeah? You want my dick on your slutty mouth? I fucking love the idea baby. Love to see your lips wrapped around me. But my cock will fall down if I don’t fuck you right now.”

That was very dramatic, but you agreed. You felt like you were about to die. Nodded desperately. Spread your legs wide apart. For him and him only. Taehyung chuckled. Pumped himself. And that was a sight for sore eyes. Came closer to you. Only to halt his movement all of a sudden. His smile faltered while you watched.

“What? What is it?”

“A condom. I don’t have one.”

For a second time you felt like your world ended. It was incredulous how he came to a club searching for lay but didn’t have protection with him. Incredulous how that it was your intention, but you didn’t have one either. You gaped at each other. He shivered. Not from cold. Let his cock go so he could grab from your thighs. Looked like he was about to cry.

“Baby, I’m clean I promise. I’ll stop if you want but I’m clean. I really want you. It hurts princess.”

That was a damn risk to take. How did you ever trust a stranger? That could have been the end of your sex escapades. But his words lit a insatiable fire inside you, driving you crazy. So, you nodded, desperately. Making Taehyung sigh in relief.

“I’m clean too.”

That’s all it took him to spring into action. Pushed your thigh further back, hiking your dress up. Stared at your sopping cunt and your wet panties sticking into your core. Cursed. Asked you to push your panties aside and aligned his tip with you. Silently asked you if you were ready and with one nod from you, he entered you in one go. No slow penetrations but a hard thrust in that made you nearly scream. Seized your hips, pushed you even more into him. Stilled you, while his cock was buried deep inside you. Breathed into your mouth. Took a moment. Allowed you to feel how perfectly he slotted inside you. Your walls stretched apart. He had girth and length to made you fill to the brim. Made you feel how pleasurable to have him stretched you and how good it was to feel his dick twitch.

“Move please.”

Every second that passed, only added fuel to the fire inside you. Even when he was deep inside you, you wanted more. You bucked your hips onto his. Grind. Gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, and he listened. To your desperate plea. Held on to your hips from one hand for leverage and made your thigh pushed onto you with the other. Gave an experimental roll of his hips. Got you reeling. Gave another and then another, until he was thrusting into you fast. Hard. Your toes curling and thighs shaking. His eyebrows pulled together in concentration. Mouth agape. Short quick breath nibbled your lips. He was intoxicating. And you were drunk on him. Each and every pleasurable thrust, each drag on your fluttering walls brought you to ecstasy. And the moment when he pushed his hand under your ass to pull you slightly up, the moment his tip hit you at that one spot, you allowed yourself to cry.

“Fuck, like that baby. Cry dumb on my cock. You fucking feel like heaven. You wanna cum? Touch your cute little clit for me baby. Make yourself cum. Cream my cock.”

Your hand reached to your clit between your bodies so fast. Started rubbing figure eights furiously. Drove yourself into insanity and dragged Taehyung with you to that. He picked up his phase. Fingers digging on to your thighs harsh that they left marks for weeks. You were sure it didn’t take you more than two fucking minutes to fall apart. His name was the only thing left on your tongue as you cried for him. Cried from the immense pleasure. Dragged your high for as long as you can. Stopped rubbing your clit when it became too much but Taehyung didn’t even slow down. Overwhelming you. Making your legs tremble. Making you whine and plead.

“Can’t stop. Fuck I can’t baby. Sorry, but you feel so damn fucking good. Fucking wet. I can’t stop. C’mon cum again. Cum for me like a good whore. One more time. Please..”

A new wave of arousals shot through you at his words. Made you drip more on his cock with your tummy fluttering. Held onto his shoulders for dear life and let him pound onto your abused cunt. Happily, allowed him to pull the neckline of your dress back, freeing your tits. Moaned when he started sucking and squeezing on them. Came apart for a second time while he started at your bouncing tits like he was enthralled. You were absolutely right to think he would be able to make you cum more than once. He made you cum twice and then thrice. You were a crying mess sprawled on some stranger’s car after falling apart for a third time. Taehyung was hanging on a thread himself. Covered in sweat. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’m close baby. So close. Keep squeezing me like that. Like good girl huh? God, you’re fucking perfect.”

And he had a dirty mouth. You loved it. You loved every moment of it.

“Shit I’m gonna cum. Where? Where do you…. want…”

That was a question to which you should give a straight ‘pull out’. He was a stranger. You were already risking the STDs. That was the day you learned that people make stupid decisions when they are drunk and high. It doesn’t matter on what.

“Inside please. Want you to cum inside me.”

“Fucking hell!... You want a fucking stranger to cum inside you? Fuck. How much of a whore you could be?”

“Don’t care. Please Taehyung inside. Fill me up.”

“Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Gonna fill you up. Fill you up with cum. And you gonna go home like that. My cum dripping down your thighs. Like the good slut you are.”

“Yes, fuck yes. I promise.”

Pathetic how you cried for a shot of cum. But was worth every minute of it when he finally broke apart. Shattered. Cursed out aloud. It was the pure ecstasy when you felt his hot cum spilled inside you. And it was heartbreaking how you wanted to hold onto him forever when he hid his face on your neck. Whining. His dick still throbbing inside you.

It was heartbreaking, that everything ended.

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Five years and seven months ago

Taehyung had never thought the best sex of his life would be on top of a stranger’s car. He never thought that fuck would mess him up so much that he couldn’t sleep for days. Never thought that a one-night stand would ruin him for anyone else. That he would have to fuck his fist to the memory of you for any kind of relief. On top of everything, he never thought he would ever see you again. But then he did. Unexpectedly. After five months. On his colleague slash the girl he was in a situation ship’s house. He was there with her to pick some documents up. Something she forgot.

He stood in the living room while she rummaged through her house. That’s when someone descended the stairs in such a hurry that they skipped a stair. Held on to the banister to save their neck. Eyes landed on him at the same time his landed on them, clutching the banister for dear life. You. You who was his best fuck for the life. You, in front of him again in a baggy white T-shirt and blue shorts. You who stared at him with an open mouth, just like he did. You both blinked at each other. Until his colleague slash situationship realized you were there. She looked at you and then at Taehyung and told the last thing he wanted to hear.

“Oh, meet my sister Taehyung. Say hi sis, this is Taehyung. The man I’ve told you. I think I left that in my room. Gimme a min Tae”

And she disappeared through a door to her right. Left you and him alone. He watched you regain your composure and got onto your feet again. Waited till you descended the stairs and approached him. You smiled at him. Your sweet smile. The sweetest. His heart stopped. The world blurred, like the first day he saw you.

“Well, hello Mr. Kim Taehyung.”

“Hello Vixen.”

Ever since then he found a reason to be at your place. He was a selfish little shit for doing that. To use your sister just to find a way to you. He knew he was giving your sister hope by visiting her almost every day. For so many dumb reasons. Yet, he couldn’t help it. Just one sneak at you made him want to dance. Made him feel alive. He felt like a stupid teenager. So, he kept being selfish. At first, you were surprised to see him for a second time at your place. Then day by day you realized why he was there. You were a smart girl after all. Proved to him that you were indeed a vixen. Stopped wearing those baggy T- shirts and replaced them with flimsy tank tops. Wore booty shorts instead of sweats. Wore see through blouses with no bras. Made his brain short circuit and dick throb at how your nipples peaked through. Treated him like your sister’s boyfriend. That annoyed him to no end. They weren’t in a relationship at all. But you knew how to torture his mind and body. With your occasional slutty smiles. With your body innocently and accidentally brushing against him here and there.

Still, he never made a move. Never grew the balls to stop playing his cowardly games. Simply was the biggest coward on the damn earth. Until that day you brought a man home. While he was lounging on your couch. With your sister. In a sour mood because you weren’t home. And then there you came, with someone else’s hand on your waist. Introduced him as a friend of yours. Invited him to your room. And Taehyung was burning. Burning with a fire that set by you. A fire that ate him inside out. He was seeing red because how jealous he was. He wanted to strangle that man. Wanted to fuck you in front of him. Couldn’t think of anything else other than what you might be up to in your room. A room he had never been to.

That’s when you came downstairs again. Your shower basket in your hand. Taehyung has been in your house long enough to know you share a one bathroom and it’s on the down floor. Knew you were about to take a shower. It made his sour mood worse. Didn’t want another man to see you in your damp hair. With your skin glistening after water freshened you.

He was only seeing blind red when he waited until your sister went to grab something. He was enthralled by the jealousy when he found himself striding to your bathroom. Knew the lock of the door was broken. Funny how your family has been screaming ‘I’m taking the bathroom’ before anyone of you used it. He stood there for a minute. Listening to the sound of water. Imagined you naked under that shower. That thought alone made his dick hard. Wasn’t thinking clearly when he pushed the door open. You didn’t notice nor did you hear anything until he was inside, closed the door behind him and walked up to the little shower box. Yanked the glass door open. That’s only you jumped at the sound, turned around startled. Eyes wide, and taking him in. Hands went to cover your chest.

“Fuck, Taehyung, what are you doing?”

You were innocently and genuinely surprised. Taehyung on the other hand was spell bounded. Enchanted by your naked little figure in front of him. Water cascading across your honey skin. Through your slender curves. He ogled at your breasts and the way they pushed higher with your hands. Fuck weren’t you gorgeous. The most beautiful thing he has ever seen. How he always regretted and blamed him for rushing things with you that night. For not being patient enough to take you to a private place and get you stark naked. For not being able to see you in all your glory. Sue him for ogling at you like that. But you were just perfect.

“Aren’t you a fucking pervert Kim Taehyung?”

When he looked at your face, he knew there was no malice in your words. There was a sly smile. Your sweet slutty smile.

“I am. I am a fucking pervert.”

He knew you enjoyed the snap of his limit. Knew you were happy that you made him follow you into the shower. Knew you expected him to act on his impulses under your tortures one day. You didn’t, however, expect him to be stormed into the shower box. Your eyes bulged out when he pushed you back on to the slippery wall tiles. The sound you let out when he pressed his lips onto yours made his tummy flutter. He didn’t care about his clothes getting wet. Didn’t care how he would explain this to anybody later. About your sister being there in the same house. It was only you in his eyes. Only you when he tasted you after so long. Your intoxicating taste. Your tongue lapped against him.

It happened all fast. The way he discarded his clothes. Started savoring every inch of your body with his hand and lips. You mumbled something about how you shouldn’t do that there. He simply didn’t listen. He was thinking with his raging boner. Made you go on your knees and choked on his dick. Eyes tearing up and gagging around him. Thrusted into your mouth and praised you for being a good slut. His slut. Pulled out from your mouth when his balls started to tighten.

“No don’t do that. Wanted you to cum in my mouth.”

“Next time, baby.”

“Next time?”

“Yes, next time. I promise.”

It was adorable how you whined for his cum. Even adorable how you, a little vixen, turned pliant under him. A whiny mess. Made his dick throb. He ignored your cautions of getting caught and being in your house, inside a closed door which wasn’t locked. Was so happy to think, that man you bought home was currently waiting for you while he hoisted you up. Pressed you against the wall and lined his throbbing dick at your sopping pussy. His brain was malfunctioning when he started to push inside you. This time he did it slowly. Painfully slow for both of you. It was euphoric how your walls fluttered around his girth. Was head spinning the feeling of your cute cunt struggle to take him.

He knew he was a goner when you started squeezing on him. When you started to beg for him to move. So, he did. You were irresistible. Thrusted into your quivering cunt with everything he got. Made you cum so hard on his dick. Picked up his phase when you cried out for him. Didn’t stop until you were trembling badly. Didn’t stop when your sister knocked on your door and you had to answer. Made sure you screamed his name when that friend of yours did the same and asked you what’s taking so long. Best part was you came at that moment, bringing him over the edge with you.

“Fuck like that slut. Cum on my cock while he listens”

“Taehyung god. Want you to cum inside me.”

“I will baby. I’ll make sure you’re always full of my cum now on.”

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Five years ago

Ever since that day, he kept his promise toward you.

Next time, I promise

There were so many next times. How you didn’t get caught by your sister was a miracle. Only that your friend was gone by the time you left the bathroom. You snuck clothes for Taehyung that day. Even managed to keep him for the night. And he stopped coming to your place with your sister. Instead, popped up on your porch after few days with orchid. You snorted so hard at that. He pouted so hard at that. You felt your heart swell. Had no other options but kiss that pout away. You sneaked him inside. Every night from that day. To your attic room.

That’s how he slowly became an inseparable part of your life. From your endless sex to cuddles on the bed. From your sneaky outings to just sitting on your windowsill. In the middle of the night. Smoking cigarettes with your window open. Just to let the smoke go out so your mom won’t find out. Sharing the same cigarette and laughing about his silly jokes. Getting your lives startled out of your bodies whenever a knock came on your door. Throwing the cigarette out of the window and waving the smoke out. Pushing a grinning Taehyung under your bed and sit on you bed very non-suspiciously when your mom or sister poked their head inside your room. You lived a teenage life with him when you both were adults.

Made endless excuses every time you spend a day at his place. Invited him over to yours whenever you were home alone. Made him read books with you. He never liked it. Preferred to gape at your face more.

“You don’t have to read if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, Tae. You can do anything you want.”

“Let’s fuck, then.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“You always take control over me. I kind of like it. But, still Tae, I prefer to have some control in my life sometimes. Like this. So, no. No fucking.”

“Oh c’mon, take the control then.”

“You should be more careful when you speak Tae Tae.”

“I know what I’m saying. Take the control vixen. Tie me up to your bed.”

And you did. Got revenge for all the time he edged you. Edged him until tears rolled down his cheeks. Kept his cock warm inside you for hours. Knew he would take revenge one day, but you lived in those moments. With him. Lived an exhilarating life until you met the first boulders together. Getting caught by your sister being the first. Walked up to him after a huge fight at your house. Knocked on his door to say you should stop your fuck buddy relationship. Almost left him there when he yelled.

“I love you. I fucking love you stupid vixen. You can’t just walk away.”

Those were the most beautiful words you’ve ever heard in your life. You had frozen when he shouted at your back. Had gaped into his face when he ran to you and turned you to face him.

“I know you love me too”

“Don’t be so sure sailor.”

You weren’t feeling cocky that day. Your throat was dry like you ate sand. And he didn’t grin at your words like other days. Watched you with a stern face. Made you realize there will be no sun rising in your world without him.

“Yes. Yes, fuck. I love you too. I fucking love you too…”

And he grinned. Kissed the life out of you. Told you he will walk with you to end of the world. Cheeky. You said so. He didn’t care. And he did walk with you. He walked with you when you cried over unanswered emails from hundreds of book publishers. He walked with you until you finally resolved things with your sister. He walked with you when you eventually received an answer from a little publishing group. He walked with you when you finally published a book. He was there with you each and every step.

You went from strangers at a club to buying a house together. His friends became your friends. Yours became his. You slotted together like puzzle pieces. Fought and cried over silly matters. And then one of you pouted so hard until the other forgave. Slow danced in the living room and threw your own little musical shows. Him just wearing a towel and you in your bathrobe. Hair dryer was your mic, and he was your only admirer. So was you for him. You lived in those moments. With him. Through every up and down. You loved him. You still do. Dearly.

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One and a half year ago

He and you fought. Not always but sometimes, like all the other couples do. But ever since you started your new job at a new publishing agency, you have fought a little more. The reason was your agent. Kim Namjoon. Taehyung always despised him. Maybe he wasn’t fair. But the guy always had heart eyes when he looked at you. Taehyung was still obsessed with you after all those times. He was freaking jealous to see Namjoon all over you. And you knew that too. Knew Namjoon wasn’t just being a friend. Still, you wanted your job. Taehyung understood. Understood that it was your dream, knew you loved him more than your own world. And even with that his jealousy side sometime won.

That’s what happened that day. When you were about to leave for a meeting with Kim Namjoon. Taehyung was frustrated. Devastated. And he regretted it immediately after you left. Regretted that he called you an attention seeking slut and asked you to do whatever the fuck you wanted.

Why the fuck you can’t understand what I’m… No. Guess what (….), go fucking ahead and do whatever fuck you want. You’re nothing but an attention seeking slut…

You weren’t. You was nothing but his entire world. His sun and moon. His little princess. The most lovable, kindest, and gentle person on the world. You were that high spirited bubble that made his world colorful in the darkest of night. He never said that to you, however. Instead, he called you an attention seeking slut. And when he wanted to say sorry and take everything back. It was too late. He never got to tell you that.

The moment he received that call from an unknown number, his only chance to tell you that you were his world was robbed from him. A single phone call was all it took to let him know that he will never be able to tell you those things that were left unsaid. The phone call that changed his life, and informed him that they were regretting it to tell him, the car his girlfriend was travelling is crashed. Crushed by a truck. And they were so sorry that you didn’t make it. Taehyung yelled at that person from the top of his lungs. Cursed them for playing funny games with him. Denied it over and over again. Until he couldn’t. In the end he couldn’t. He never got to tell you that you were his sun and moon. You weren’t there anymore.

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One and a half year ago

It was all a vague memory. The way your heart shattered at his words. The way you shouted back at him. The way you left your home. It all felt like a dream. So did your conversation with Namjoon. All of his questions regarding why you were crying. Hell, you didn’t know you were crying. You shrugged those questions away. But Namjoon was stubborn. Kept asking you questions until you broke into a loud cry that caught his complete attention. His attention, which should have been on the road, instead of on you. You didn’t remember when and where that damn truck appeared but when you noticed and screamed, it was all too late.

You woke up, however. Yes, you did. While it felt like your head spinning. Even with everything, you woke up, only to find your own body lying in the crashed debris of a car. It took you a little while to understand that you were dead. To understand that it was all too late. To remember that you left Taehyung behind. That you stormed out of your home that evening after fighting with him. It was all too late when you turned around and started running toward your house. Too late when you reached your home that Taehyung was already a sobbing wreck on the floor. With Jimin and Jungkook. His head hidden in Jungkook’s chest. He was fucking wailing. Wailing uncontrollably into his friend’s chest. Both of his friends were crying too but Taehyung was struggling to breathe.

“Fuck it was my fault Jungkook-ah. I drove her away... I…I...”

The rest was muffled in Jungkook’s chest.

“Holy fuck, no man. It wasn’t you. No. You didn’t do anything. It was no one’s fault.”

You watched Jungkook sob into Taehyung’s hair. Watched Jimin trap Taehyung between him and Jungkook.

“She would hate herself if she heard you say that. Don’t fucking say that. It wasn’t you. She knows it wasn’t you Tae. She knows.”

Yes. You knew. Yes, Jimin was right that you hated yourself that moment. It wasn’t him. Only if you had listened to him and stayed home. You wanted to console him. Touch him. Kiss him. Say that it’s all okay and there’s no reason to cry. Made him hide his face in your chest like you always did when he was sad. You tried. You tried with all your will. But nothing worked. Nobody bat an eye toward you. Nobody felt you. Heard you. No matter how hard you tried to touch Taehyung. It was all too late. And the last thing you said to him was, that he was a jealous, possessive prick.

You are fucking jealous Taehyung. Fucking jealous I’m making it, don’t you. You fucking jealousy, possessive prick. Guess what? Yes, I’m an attention seeking slut, and I’ll gain all the attention of the world.

Those weren’t true. He wasn’t someone like that. He was your sunshine. The boy who brought flowers for you. For a girl who never received flowers in her life. He never was jealous. Not with you. He was your pillar to hang on to. The only person who believed in you like a moth would follow flame. You wanted to tell that to him. But it was all too late. He didn’t hear you.

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Now

Ever since that cursed day, you followed Taehyung around. To every place you could. Watched him break apart. Shattering into a million pieces. Watched him die day by day. From crying onto his pillow to stop showing his emotions at all. Watched him become an empty husk. Hollow. And you died all over again with him. You thought all pains would end with death. And there you were burning on a fire that never went off. Shared that hell with Taehyung. Felt helpless when you couldn’t make him eat. Help him sleep. You were a nothing more than a reader of an anguished book. Helpless. Your heart broke each moment passed. Still, all you could do was watch and cry.

Watched him bring women home. Watched him go to their homes. Hell, you followed him even there. Cried your eyes out. It was a tortures mix between seeing him suffer and seeing him with someone else. You were selfish after all. Selfish enough that you couldn’t leave him. Couldn’t leave him in his misery.

Until now, the day everything changed.

You watch him stare at the bathroom door, waiting for her to come. You are in pain. So much pain.

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Now

Taehyung had waited countless times on your bed until you joined him after your shower. On the days he was too lazy to join you. Even after spending more than three years with you, he always felt giddy when you entered the room just in a towel. Just like how he feels now. To see her enter the room. Just in a towel. It feels wrong because he came here because she reminded him of you. The same kind of aura that pulled him up. It feels wrong because he is comparing her to you. He expects her to be you. She isn’t you. Even though she smiles at him fondly like you always did.

“Stay the night here, sailor?” She mumbles as she throws a T-shirt over her head. Taehyung’s heart stops for a beat again.

Stay here tonight sailor. I’ll find a way to sneak you in.

That’s exactly what you said after he fucked you that day in your family house bathroom.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She asks again when he doesn’t reply. Climbs onto the bed next to him. Peers at his eyes. Smiles with her eyes. “You should smile more. Like this.” She smiles at him. Pokes at his ribs. Nuzzles his cheek with her nose. “C’mon sailor. It doesn’t cost you to smile.” Wines in complaint and Taehyung can’t help but softly chuckle.

“There you go. You’re fucking beautiful when you laugh.” She says as she keeps poking at his ribs.

“I want to be handsome. Not beautiful.”

“You’re most definitely handsome. Smile some more. Laugh.” She bites onto his cheek. The smile ghosted on his lips breaks into a grin. And then into a laugh. He can’t help it when it naturally comes within his chest. And she laughs too. Aloud.

For the first time after one-and-a-half years Taehyung laughs. Like how he used to do. Like himself. Like he did with you. And she laughs like you. Not in the same way but in the kind of way that makes him relax. In a way that makes his darkest night colorful. She is a rainbow, and you were a sun. She is not you but that’s okay. She can give him hope again. Hope and purpose to live. He can hang onto her. He can laugh.

……

He watches her chest rise and fall while she is sleeping. Looks at her peaceful face.

She’s fucking gone Taehyung. Fucking gone. You need to move the fuck on.

It’s been more than a year Kim Taehyung.

Yes, his friends were right. You were gone. You aren’t coming back. No matter how long he waits. He can’t die. Not anymore. He wants to live. For you. For him. To remember you till the day he dies. To cherish your memory with him. To see what the life will hold for him. He will tell her about you one day. He will heal. Move on. Not forgetting you. No, he can’t do that. You will always be his sun and moon. But he will learn to love again. Learn to live. And he will let go of you.

It hurts. Hurts to think that he will need to finally let go of you. To finally accept that you were gone. Without giving him a chance to let you know how much he loves you. All he wanted was one chance. Just one to tell you that he loves you. To hear you say it back. To apologise. Hold you and kiss you dearly. Tell you that you were his sun and moon. He can’t. He will never have that one opportunity. It’s time he should let you go.

“You are free, my vixen. You can go. I love you but it’s time for you to go.” He mumbles into nothing before closing his eyes. Peaceful for the first time.

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Now

It hurts. It hurts like hell to hear him say that. To hear him ask you to leave. You don’t want to. The sun will not rise in a world without him. Even though this is neither living nor dying you want to hang onto him. Even though this is an endless pain you want to be with him. Even though you can’t make him happy or laugh, can’t make him live, you want to be there for him.

“That’s your closure (….) You need to move on now.” The sudden voice doesn’t startle you. Not when you are so accustomed to that presence next you. For a year and a half. You turn to look at him.

“What do you mean?” Your voice trembling.

“You couldn’t move on because he held on to you. You were stuck here because you didn’t have your closure to move on. You were stuck to him because he was hanging on to you. You couldn’t leave him when he was suffering. But he is going to be okay.” Namjoon’s voice is soothing. Like always.

“That’s not true. I was here because I wanted to. Because I love him. Because he loves me.” You shake your head in dissent.

“Yes, you both love each other. But sometimes it isn’t enough. You can’t make a difference in his life (….), like you couldn’t all this time. You need to let him live his life. I’m sorry I killed you. I’m sorry I dragged you into this place-”

“It wasn’t your fault, Namjoon. It was nobody’s fault.” At first, you resented him so much. Blamed him for everything. For the pain Taehyung was feeling. But it wasn’t him. You know it wasn’t him.

“Yeah, but I don’t know…. You died (…). He is still alive. Let him live that life. This is your time to move on.” Namjoon looks at you. You can’t make his features in the dark.

It was at your own funeral, sitting on a dark corner, watching Taehyung breaking apart, when you first saw Namjoon. Neither of you made it. And you forgot him until that day. You yelled at him. Accused him for being at fault. Yet, he never left. All those times you watched Taehyung, he was watching you. You knew he loved you more than a friend when you were alive. You knew Taehyung was right. But it wasn’t as if you would choose someone over Kim Taehyung. Not even that person is Kim Namjoon. You are bounded to Taehyung even after your death. Still, you feel gratification towards Namjoon.

“Why didn’t you go Namjoon? Why then, you are here? If I was simply stuck here until Tae gives me my closure. What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you. His dimple smile.

“Maybe you are my closure. You just gave me my closure.”

It wasn’t your fault, Namjoon. It was nobody’s fault.

You gave him his closure. You watch him. He smiles again. It makes sense now. You turn your head to Taehyung, walk over to the bed where he is sleeping with another woman. There’s nothing you can do. You are dead. He is not. You want him to live. A life he will remember. A life where he would always laugh. You need to let him live. There’s pang in your chest. Nothing unfamiliar, that pang was always there.

You watch Taehyung breathe peacefully as he sleeps. After a long time, he is not thrashing. Not crying in his sleep. Doesn’t mumble your name. He is peaceful. You can move on now. He let you go. Tears start rolling on your cheeks. There are so many things that left unsaid. You never got to tell him that how he made you feel alive. That he is the most selfless person you met. That you felt how much he loved you by just the way he looked at you. You didn’t get that chance.

“I never got to tell him sorry Namjoon. Sorry for saying those things to him. Never got to apologize for anything. I don’t want him to think that I hated him. Because I didn’t. I loved him, I love him. I…”

“Trust me he knows (…). He knows you loved him. He knows you love him.”

You don’t believe Namjoon. But what other options do you have. You can’t say sorry to him.

He never blamed you. Not even for leaving him. He is fucking selfless. There are things still unresolved but then why you must go now. You still have to apologize.

You feel Namjoon’s hands wrapped around your trembling figure. From behind.

“You need to go because he knows. He knows you never meant them. He freed you (…)” That was an answer for an unasked question.

Taehyung freed you. You need to free him too. Live him his life. You watch him for another moment. Nod. He knows. You know he knows.

You step forward. A little bit closer to the edge of the bed. Namjoon follows you. Hands never leaving you. You desperately want to feel Taehyung one more time. Just feel his warmth. Desperately want one more day. You wish you had one more day to tell him he was your life line. One more day to tell him you love him. Just for one more time. To hear him say those words back.

I love you. I fucking love you stupid vixen.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung. I always did and always will. I’m sorry I called you those things, but you know that I didn’t mean them don’t you sailor? I didn’t. I should have let you know that you were my anchor. I’m sorry that I left…. Sorry for every fight, every harsh word....” You want to say so much more but words get tangle in your throat. You want to apologise for every time you couldn’t be what he needed. But the words keep sticking to your tongue. Only the ache of what’s unsaid left in you. So, you simply repeat that you love him for a one last time.

You lean down, freeing yourself from Namjoons hands. Stare at the breath-taking face of your lover. Past lover. His flawless skin. The little moles. Sharp jaw. Perfect cupid bow. The man you love. You want them engraved in your memory. What if you forget them? What if you forget how beautiful he is? So, you stare, stare and stare. Until you feel Namjoon’s hand softly graze your shoulder.

You nod, just to let Namjoon know that you’re ready. You’ll let your baby go. Just need one more minute. You use that minute to say you love him once again. Even though he can’t hear. You use that minute to place an invisible kiss to his forehead, like you always did. Even though he can’t feel.

Straighten up. Turn around and take Namjoon’s hand. Let him walk you out. Walking away feels like chains are breaking. The chains that kept you tied up to Taehyung. Weight is lifting but it isn’t relieving. Your story with Kim Taehyung is ending. For real this time.

You don’t know what’s wait for you in other side. You will face that anyway. You will let the sweet boy with starts in his eyes live. You will let the boy who brought you flowers everyday even after you died, bring those flowers for some one else. You will let the boy with his adorable boxy grin laughs, like he did with you. You will leave him behind. To live his life. Even if it means leaving the love that still blinds you.

THE END.

[adventuringblind]

Cheering From Heaven

Charles Leclerc x Senna!Driver!Reader

Genre: sad but also fluffy

Request: yep! I hope you like it! I actually cried a little writing it. My requests are still open for like... half the grid at this point. So please send me your ideas, I am begging, don't be shy. :)

Summary: reader never got to meet her father, but thanks him everyday for the racing in her DNA. When she overhears a conversation about her over dramatic celebrations, she becomes more reserved. Charles immediately takes notice and is determined to restore the energy she once had.

Warnings: Talks of death and crashes, not proofread (if I ever proofread call the police because it’s not me someone stole my identity).

Notes: written in second person. For the purpose of this fic, the Ferrari strategists know how to do their job.

Y’all have been giving my fics so much love. Thank you all so much 🥺❤️

Masterlist

You were the first female driver on the grid. You worked your way up the ranks just like everyone else. Your mother doing her best to support you despite it being just you and her.

She always said you have racing in your blood. Your father died before you could meet him. The fatal accident of Aryton Senna rocked everyone.

Especially your mother, who had just found out she was pregnant with you.

You were determined to continue his legacy. Knowing he was cheering you on from the afterlife.

When you started competing more often and moving up through the stages. You decided to go by your mother's last name. Not wanting your fathers name to have anything to do with how people saw you as a driver.

You wanted to race for him, not because of him. Nepotism in this sport can make or break someone's career.

When you got up to Formula 1, you cried tears of joy. Knowing that your father was looking out for you.

You were relatively accepted among everyone. You and your teammate Charles got along better than anyone could imagine.

Competing and pushing each other, but still remaining close at the end of the day.

What you didn't know was that some on the grid found you annoying.

You had found fast success and with it came rituals. You wanted to cheer loud enough for your father to hear you. Celebrating enough for the both of you.

It hurt having not known him, but you felt like you did at times. Hearing his name still being praised. You’d watched his races on YouTube repeatedly. You knew he would be ecstatic to see you here.

Everywhere else you were very down to earth and chill. On the podium, however, was a different story. There you let everything go, enjoying yourself for those who couldn’t be there with you. It was your ritual and you loved it. Charles found it entertaining despite not understanding it. You worked hard for your success, why shouldn’t you enjoy it?

You were going to run up and join a group of the guys walking and talking after a race one evening. Charles being one of them. You’d grown feelings for him and even if he didn’t return them, having him as a friend was still great.

They didn’t hear you approach, continuing there conversation without remorse.

“I don’t know man, I find her annoying.”

Charles was immediately confused at this. “Annoying? How so? I find her the least annoying out of everyone else.” He chuckled at his own funny remark.

“I agree. She seems very cocky when she wins. Rubbing it in everyone’s faces.”

A course of similar comments and agreements strung from their mouths. You didn’t stay to hear everything, quickly finding your way back to your hotel room.

Charles had left the conversation not long after. Leaving them the group with one last statement before walking off. “Who cares how she celebrates? Anyone that wins wants to enjoy it, so let her have this.”

While you became quieter and more reserved, Charles became more concerned. You weren’t the sunshine everyone enjoyed having around. You weren’t offering soothing words when someone had an off day. It was strange and he didn’t like it. He became determined to help you through it.

Everyone started talking after your next win. You smiled but said nothing. You looked unfazed by the champaign chaos. You were hardly celebrating.

Everyone else assumed your were sick, but Charles had the feeling there was something else at play.

He’d immediately given into his crush on you. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to escape it since you spent tons of time together. If only he could help you through whatever fought patch you were in. Maybe he could get the confidence to ask you out.

It was now time for the Brazilian Grand-Prix. Imola. The track Ayrton Senna lost his life.

You were hoping to win today for him, and you had a good shot at doing so after an amazing qualifying.

In the evening you decided to visit your father’s memorial. The track was clear like the sky. Pink and orange hues shining down in rays. You dropped to your knees, placing the flower you brought in front of the memorial.

“I hope you can forgive me for not cheering loud anymore.” You cried. Failing to notice the footsteps behind you. “Mom says you’d be proud of me. That you would’ve come to every race. I wish I could’ve known you.”

Charles crouch’s next to you. His hand rubbing circles on your back in a soothing manner. He didn’t say anything, just let you talk. He knows how it feels to miss someone.

“I cheer loudly so that he can hear me. I just know he’d be celebrating with me, so I do enough for the both of us.” You confessed, leaning into Charles’ touch.

“I understand.” He guides your face to look at him, gently wiping your tears with his thumb. “Your dad would be proud of you. I am also proud of you.”

No other words needed to be said. You leaned in, your foreheads now touching. Somehow, that did all the talking for you.

The next day brought excitement and anxiety. You and Charles fighting hard to be at the top. You nearly cried when you won. Charles right behind you in second.

When the cars were parked, you jumped into his arms. Adrenaline flooding through your veins. She the interviewer came to ask you about the race, you looked at Charles. Him nodding at you and giving you a thumbs up for reassurance.

“I just want to say that I’m dedicating this win to my father, Ayrton Senna. I hope to continue his legacy.”

Everyone stared at you before the chanting of your name started. The name everyone knew you by now changed.

You were hesitant to celebrate on the podium. Until Charles took your hand in his and yelled at the top of his lungs. Bathing you in the alcohol. So you finally let loose again, the fans screaming with you.

And when you two were alone again, you realized your father had been watching you. He sent you Charles. A soft ‘thank you’ falls from your lips before kissing Charles Champagne covered lips.

[softdykellie]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ivy | ellie w.

PAIRING: ellie x fem!reader

SUMMARY: although years have gone by, ellie cannot seem to get over the one that got away when a drunk night with friends lead to unexpected past places.

WARNING: somewhat nsfw and somewhat angst

WORD COUNT: 1.049

love, what’s it good for? a neurological con job, an excruciatingly slow but certain downwards spiral towards heartbreak– ellie was painfully aware of the sole two outcomes the feeling could possibly amount to, both of which meant agony ripping at her insides, a flesh eating beast doomed to haunt her ribcage as a lonely heart’s guard. she drowned out the sound of her cries permanently stuck in a lump between the clavicules with alcohol as though it would wipe her insides clean of romance’s remnants. five years was an eternity of time; she cursed the motherfucker who claimed time healed all wounds while hers remained too fresh for scabs. jesse was the one to pull her away from the destructive thoughts, a hand to the shoulder immediately flinched from.

“you know when we first became friends i lost a ten dollar bet ‘cause i was sure you’d be a fun drunk? two cups later you turned into fucking nietzsche or some shit. every time we go out just know i mourn my money”

ellie smirked in response before her body reminded itself why it has become that way.

eighteen year olds with raging hormones smuggling contraband to a half acquaintance’s garage party were the stupidest people allowed to carry hearts on their sleeve, always a truth or dare game away from confessing shakesperian feelings in stutters and chokeholds. your first kiss together was a seven minutes in heaven, where ellie swore she’d moved the empty bottle through newly acquired telekinesis.

she was cocky back then, careless too. entered the closet with a hand by your lowerback and so quickly crashed your lips together there was barely time to catch a breath. it was chapped, and desperate, and golden. she tasted of weed and every shooting star wish you ever made coming true, you tasted of cheap wine and candy rush on a five year old– your bodies pressed so close against eachother the wooden shelves trembled at the embrace. ellie used to be funny and you, god, you used to be made of giggles that put the sun to shame. she remembered your laugh into the kiss, the way it echoed down her throat, and that thought in its pureness lead to less holy memories of your moans, of how she used to rub herself against you till the wetness made you one, and her core ached. another sip of her drink to mask your taste still so effortlessly by her tongue through thought only she was sure to be going insane.

“you just need to get laid” jesse pointed out every attractive girl by the bar that drooled at her sight and blushed under her gaze, all predictable, none you. she wanted to get laid alright, she just needed it to be with you.

ellie remembered the last time you fucked; remembered the airport bathroom becoming increasingly smaller with every finger thrust, remembered whispering in your ear you would always be hers, remembered best of all you agreeing in hushed, choked out moans. you were late and you were wet dripping past your thighs, she licked you clean and savored it.

“found your little miss sunshine” dina struck her out of her thoughts so frantically ellie’s head spun even as she coaxed words to come out.

“what are you talking about?”

“her address. it’s wonders what one can do with a full name and the internet nowadays. it’s a five hour drive, if we get going now we’ll be there by two a.m for sure–“

“are you insane? what the fuck am i gonna do, ring my ex girlfriend’s doorbell at two in the morning half a decade after we last seen eachother and go hey i haven’t gotten over you since you left me five years ago to a new city, wanna get back together?” ellie mocked sincerely.

“i mean you don’t really have to do anything, we could always just stand there and think this whole thing was super funny tomorrow”

half a whiskey bottle in and two road trip! chants that coaxed the entire clueless bar of drunks to join in unknowingly later, it was a mostly convincing idea. that’s how she lost a hundred bucks to an unknown chatty bartender newly designated driver who had nothing to lose but a job shift and spent the next hours of her life being sobered up by dina’s relentlessly flirting towards the girl. ellie wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, only noticed jesse’s shoulder beneath her cheek poking her face as to wake her up once the car was at a full stop, anticipation bouncing off of every member of the drive choking her in anxiety now fully soberly aware of her actions.

the neighborhood was different, quiet, green. it was odd knowing your exact house despite never being close to it before– she knew by the garden, infested of dandelions. you called them the wishing flowers and teared up when ellie told you they were actually weeds. you two had planned a dandelion filled front porch together, and there you were, living it alone. she felt pathetic, letting the feeling sink to the pit of her stomach, refused to get out of the car and finally had her arguments interrupted by a loud meowing. and saw you. messy hair left to roam free, mismatched socks, an oversized band t-shirt, her t-shirt, and nothing else.

“joel” you cooed, raising the impatient and loud kitten up towards your arms and it nuzzled onto your tired face “you have to stop leaving in the middle of the night okay? i can’t keep waking up like this”

ellie was frozen in place, watching your every move. your baby voice so soft she barely heard it from parking, the softness of your touch melting even a cat into submission, the way you had not changed one bit immediately transporting her into the past. the spell she had been under to observe you endlessly having only been broken by the front seat window rolling open noisily, though not fast enough to stop the wreckage coming as dina opened her mouth, inconsequential.

“hey, miss sunshine! i got your ex girlfriend in the back!”

your eyes met. the kisses, the taste, the skin, the caressing, the warmth, the words, the foreheads, the flowers, everything rushed back.

“els?”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Wild Uncharted Waters - Prince Eric X Female Reader

Title: Wild Uncharted Waters

Prince Eric X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sir Grimsby, Eric's mother (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), Reader's grandmother (Mentioned), Max the dog, crewmates (Mentioned), and Royal palace people (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 4,651

Warnings: Reader has a mother, Reader has a grandmother, childhood friends to lovers, I have not seen the movie, maybe slight changes in storyline?, mentions of illness, teasing, taunting, flirting?, pinning, fire mentioned, Eric almost drowns, fireworks mentioned, confessions, anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment, wounds mentioned, a few song references, even though he had almost drowned Eric is always down for a race, slight angst, death mentioned very briefly, and a lot of fluff

The ocean waves crashed against the side of the small ship, erupting in white seafoam and bubbles as the vessel journeys through the dark, deep waters to the newest destination. You held onto the thick, coarse rope, leaning off the edge, and letting the fresh, salty sea air blow through your hair as your booted feet planted firmly against the wooden beam of the ship's railing. You were coursing through wild uncharted waters, on the day of the Prince's birthday: your best friend, Eric. Eric had been your friend ever since you were both little children. You lived in the village near the castle and met Eric after he was adopted into the royal family. 

You first met at the seaside, you remembered that day well and looked back upon it fondly; even after all these years. Your tiny feet in the wet, squishy sand, the surprisingly warm water lapping at your ankles, and the sound of a young boy laughing; giggling away, had gained your attention. You remembered turning, and seeing a small boy, no older than you at the time, with a flurry of raven black curls, barreling down the beach; a bright smile on his face. As a young child, you had never seen someone so excited to be at the beach. Then again, you guessed that the people in the village were used to the sights and beautiful smells of the seashore; you wondered if this boy had never seen the ocean before. Overall, it was nice. Seeing someone love the beach just as much as you.

Seeing that you were the only two children there, you both introduced yourselves and began playing with one another. And over the days and months, you two became great friends. Tossing rocks into the water to see who had the biggest splash, building lop-sided sand castles, and racing to the castle's kitchen; little Prince Eric always let you win. Even when Eric got his pup, Max, you both played with the dog, playing fetch until both you and the Prince were called home. And, as the years went on and on, the two of you got even closer.

No longer were you friends, but the most inseparable pair anyone had ever laid their eyes on. As young adults, when Eric was free to visit the village, he'd join you at the market, looking at fabrics, jewelry, and even homemade quilts. But, most of the time, just as you did as children, you would both spend time at the beach. You spent a lot of time there since it was both a place you and the Prince held so close to your hearts. The ocean breeze was calming, as were the sounds of the crashing waters against the harsh rocks. There, you both spoke of your day, life in general, and your dreams. There was hardly a time when you and Eric weren't by each other's side. Only when Eric was needed at the castle, his home away from the shore, for whatever princely duties, did you part.

And although both of your lives seemed to be full of sunshine and rainbows, that was far from the fact. You and Eric both had your fair share of hardships. He, Eric, wanted to be free of life inside the castle walls. Eric longed for adventure, sailing the beautiful seven seas, and filling his office with more treasure he had found along the way. And you, you wanted to get away from the village, similar to Eric. And like Eric, you wanted to go on daring adventures, go away to far-off places, and see the world. But, it was hard when you had to stay and take care of your ill grandmother. She was old and frail, and you had to watch over her when your mother had to go off to work. You loved your family deeply, but you wanted to chase that freedom that blew swiftly and sweetly in the salty sea air.

But, to add salt to the wound, you had a secret. You were in love. You were in love with your best friend. Originally, you were overjoyed. The amazing feeling of love overflowed throughout your entire body and soul as you realized that you were indeed in love with Eric. You loved when he ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it when the wind blew against it, getting into his vision. You loved the ways his eyes lit up with deep fondness as he stared off at the sea or spoke about the newest treasure he had found. You loved his voice, beautiful and soft when he would hum or sing a song under his breath. He was entirely perfect.

Though, you had an inkling that the love you had for him was always there, simmering and sizzling below the surface. Though, as some time went on, you realized that your love could never be. He was a Prince, and you were just the daughter of a seamstress. It deeply saddened you, knowing that there was no chance that you could spend the rest of your days with the man you loved. But, you dreamed and you wished upon the great, shining stars in the sky that one day you and Eric could live happily ever after. Or at least, you could be in his life in any way, just being by his side is all you could ask for. But, you were selfish, and you often let your daydreams wander and think about the ‘what ifs.’ What if Eric felt the same about you? Maybe it was all your insecurities talking.

"Beautiful day, huh?" You heard the familiar soft voice, instantly allowing a smile to grace your features. 

Turning your gaze away from the blue sea, your eyes landed on the soft brown eyes of your Eric, "Yes," You sighed softly, "The perfect day for someone's birthday..." You lightly teased, watching with a certain admiration as the dimples of Eric's cheeks deepened and his smile grew.

The man before you nodded, looking briefly at the wooden floorboards of the ship before looking back up at you. He, too, had a dilemma. It wasn't the fact that his mother was probably worried that he went off sailing again when she begged him not to, nor was it the seemingly gray and gloomy-looking clouds that speckled the sky. No... Eric was completely enchanted by you. 

Looking up at you as you held on tightly to the rope, staring off at the sea; Eric stood simply in awe as the slowly setting sun gleamed against your soft skin. You looked stunningly beautiful, as always, the carefree smile that he adored on your face making him grin. You were truly breathtaking, a goddess among men; he could just stare at you forever. 

Really, it was only a matter of time before the two of you fell in love with one another, as said in the words of your mother. But, somehow, no matter how long you've known each other, you both were incredibly oblivious to each other's feelings. Even though you had a knack for telling what Eric was thinking, and Eric had a few tricks in finding out when you were lying, you both were totally clueless about each other's feelings. 

As if sensing the intensity of Eric's gaze, you turned your head once more. Tilting your head slightly to the side, you stared down at Eric, a small smile growing on your face. You couldn't help but admire the man before you, your eyes raking across his lean and sturdy figure; from his brown leather boots to the dark ruffled curls upon his head. He was truly a handsome sight.

"Well," Eric began, voice slightly breathless before he cleared his throat, his eyes shifting slightly from the tingling of nerves that flowed through him, "I came to see if you'd be joining in the festivities, or staying up there?" He asked, only to watch as you hopped down from the railing, your boots landing on the wooden floorboards with a thud. 

Smiling up at him, you shrugged your shoulders, "I wouldn't dare miss out on it, Eric. After all, I heard there was going to be fireworks." You answered, following Eric as you headed to the other side of the ship where most of the crew were setting up for the party.

Eric mirrored your smile, looking down at you as he gently took your hand in his, "Thank you for being here beside me." His voice was gentle, yet sincere as his eyes locked with yours. You felt your cheeks heat up, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest, and your stomach twisting into knots as he gazed at you.

Shrugging your shoulders once again, you smiled sheepishly up at him, "Absolutely, Eric. Anything for you."

~~~

The fireworks lit up the sky in purples, reds, and blues, creating a brilliant display of bright colors. The loud booms of the explosions echoed throughout the sea and air, almost drowning out the cheers of the crowd on the deck. However, you were not paying any mind to the beautiful lights above, your eyes and mind were on the Prince on the deck, laughing and fooling around with his crewmates and friends. You watched as they hoisted Eric into the air, some singing a bright, cheerful tune as others drank away on their mead. You admired your best friend from above, his dog Max beside you, keeping you company; his warm fur grounding you. 

The sky was a dark blue, the sun had long since set and as the night continued, the sky slowly littered with stars. It had been a long, lovely day. Pushing off the railing, you wandered over to the side of the ship, taking your time to stare up at the sky, gazing at the twinkling stars as the firework show finally ended. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the waves below. You breathed in deeply, sighing contently before you heard the sound of boots against the stairs of the ship, not even bothering to turn; you knew who now stood beside you.

It was calming, looking up at the night sky with Eric. He said nothing, falling into the peaceful silence with you. Though, you began to feel jittery, almost nervous as you glanced over at him. The moonlight shone down upon him with white angelic rays, highlighting his beautiful side profile. Your heart swelled, loving every single aspect of him, whether it was the curve of his lips, or his dark eyelashes that fluttered against his cheekbones every time he blinked. 

"What did you wish for?" You asked abruptly, but yet softly, gaining the Prince's attention as he raised an eyebrow your way.

"What did I wish for?" He asked in return, only for you to nod your head before looking back at the sky before you. Eric took a moment to gaze at you, watching as the light of the lanterns on the ship cast soft shadows upon your form, giving you a certain glow. He let out a small breath, eyes and mind taking in the woman before him. Oh, how beautiful you looked in the moonlight. As if hearing his thoughts, you turned once more, meeting his gaze. You offered him a small smile, which he returned almost nervously. Placing one of his hands over yours, holding onto it, your touch anchored him. Caressing it gently with the soft pad of his thumb, he turned back to the sky, "I wish that tonight could last forever." He muttered softly, thoughtfully before turning to look down at you. "But I don't think I should've told you. Hearing that voicing your wishes out loud can cause them to never come true." He gave you a small charming smile, one that never failed to make your heart race.

You smiled, nodding as you slid a bit closer to the Prince, your shoulder brushing up against his arm. "Either way, your wish sounds wonderful."

Eric turned down to look at you once more, his eyes meeting yours, causing him to lose focus momentarily. His Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed thickly. He inhaled sharply through his nose as his eyes scanned your features, noting how you had gotten a new freckle upon the apple of your left cheek; probably from the almost constant sun no doubt, and the way that you slowly turned your hand you intertwined your fingers with his sent tingles throughout his arm. If Eric hadn't known any better, he would've thought he was about to confess his feelings for you. And maybe he was. Opening his mouth, Eric was just about to say your name, when there was a loud shout from the deck. 

"Fire!" A voice called from the deck, "Fire!"

Eric's eyes widened as he quickly made his way down the stairs, almost tripping over his feet. Some of the crew members were trying to put out the flames, but they weren't quick enough and before Eric knew it, the whole ship was engulfed in flames, burning the wooden deck and burning down to the bottom of the ship to the top of the masts. People screamed, shouted, and ran for the lifeboats, dropping them down into the dark depths of the ocean below. Eric cursed silently as he jumped into action; he quickly ran to the edge of the railing, ready to jump in when he heard a bark. 

Looking up and over to where he had previously been, he watched as Max became trapped, fire flickering and flaming around him. Eric rushed around fallen beams, climbing up the stairs and grabbing Max before tossing him into the water; carefully watching as Max made it to one of the lifeboats. Panic filled him just as the smoke filled his lungs, Eric looked around the burning ship, his eyes tearing up slightly as the flames grew higher and higher; where were you? 

"Eric!" He heard your voice, turning abruptly and tightly clutching the side of the ship to see you in one of the lifeboats. Eric felt the tightness in his chest lessen slightly, seeing you safe, but, before he could try and do anything, a loud explosion knocked him against the beam; causing him to fall back into the water below. 

You leaned forward, the lifeboat wobbling slightly as you watched as Eric fell from the ship and into the water. Not seeing him rise to the surface, you threw yourself into the ocean, ignoring the cries from the crewmates. Holding your breath, the salt water burned your eyes as you swam further down, finally spotting Eric's silhouette. Pushing yourself further down, your legs and arms ached as you finally reached the unconscious Eric. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you used all of the rest of your strength to swim back up to the surface, your lungs begging and crying out for fresh air as you swam up and finally broke through the surface. 

You let out a large breath, coughing as you readjusted your hold on Eric, making sure his head was above the water as you looked around, the ship was far behind you and there were no lifeboats in sight. Trying not to panic, you could see the faint streetlights from the island only a bit away from you. Swimming with all your might, your body ran on the adrenaline that flowed through your blood, pushing the fear and anxiety away as you slowly but surely got to land.

The rising sun began to shine over you, warming your chilled skin as you dragged Eric towards the nearest beach. You stumbled upon the sand first, pulling Eric with you as you crawled onto the ground. Chest heaving with heavy breaths, you laid Eric onto the warm sand, raising your hand up to brush his wet curls from his face before checking his neck for a pulse. You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the soft thump beneath your fingertips, finally letting yourself rest and calm, knowing that Eric was alive and safe. 

Raising your hand, you placed it on Eric's cheek, wiping off the sand before you lightly tapped him, "Eric, Eric, can you hear me?" You asked, trying to wake him, watching in anticipation as his eyelids flickered and he lightly groaned. 

Slowly opening his eyes, he squinted them, taking in his surroundings before focusing them on the silhouette above him, "Y/N?" He asked, voice deep and hoarse as he blinked a few times before finally getting his vision back into focus; his brown eyes looking up into yours. 

You let out a breathy sigh, your hand still resting on his cheek, "Thank God you're okay. Well, minus the small cut on your head there, do you have a concussion?” You abruptly asked, seeing as his eyes seemed fine, you let out a sigh, “I… I don’t know what I - I thought I lost..." You stuttered and then trailed off, you couldn't finish that sentence, closing your eyes briefly and taking another breath, "I'm so glad that you're alright." You finished weakly, the front of your teeth coming out to pull at the corner of your bottom lip. Eric blinked again, trying to calm his soaring heart; he didn't know if his almost drowning was the cause of his racing heart, or you above him, your voice and touch so soothing and calming. 

His own lips parted slightly, his mouth dry as he tried to speak, "You saved me," He murmured, not caring about the slight twinge of pain that burned his throat, and how tired he felt, "Thank you, Y/N," His lips curved upward, his voice gentle as he spoke.

Your eyes closed, a soft smile crossing your lips as he moved his hand up to your cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing through your wet hair. "It's no problem, Your Highness," You lightly teased before your voice softened, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Your words caused his heart to soar, a surge of emotions running through his veins like electricity.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Eric asked, his eyebrows raising slightly with concern as his eyes raked over your face for any cuts or bruises, but you just shook your head.

Opening your eyes, you could only smile, "No, no, I'm fine, Eric. Just a bit out of breath is all." A laugh escaped your lips, shaking your head lightly as you watched him, admiring the man in front of you.

He seemed almost relieved as he nodded, relaxing. "Good." He said before moving his hand, the backs of his fingers brushing against your cheek. "When I was on that ship, and I couldn't find you... I was scared," He added after a minute, his thumb rubbing against your cheekbone gently. Your eyes drifted shut at the feeling of his touch, unable to stop yourself from leaning into his hand. His touch was so tender, so sweet. It sent shivers throughout your entire body as his hand continued to rub up and down your cheek; his touch sending little jolts through every cell in your body. "I was worried I'd never get to tell you how I feel." 

Eric felt his chest tighten again as he watched your eyes open, the same curiosity held in them that Eric admired, "What do you mean?" You then asked, voice no louder than a mutter as Eric moved to sit up before speaking; one hand propping himself up and the other falling from your cheek and onto his lap.

"I don't know how to explain this... Well... I don't really have a word for it... I just... Know that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I've never felt this strongly for anyone in my life. All I ever think about is you..." Eric replied quietly, his hand holding himself up digging into the rough sand below him.

You blinked, your stomach erupting into butterflies at his confession, "Really? Are you sure you're not concussed?" You breathed out, your mind racing as the ocean waves crashed gently upon the shore behind you, merely inches from touching you; but at Eric nod, you let out a shallow breath, "That’s… Nice…" You began, swallowing thickly, "Because, uhm, I- I feel the same, ever since we were children," You whispered, flushing lightly as Eric's eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours. "I cannot get over you."

"Wait, what? Really?" Eric questioned, completely shocked that you felt the exact same way as he did. The surprise and absolute joy he was feeling seemed to distract him from his fatigue and possible pain. His eyes widening similar to yours as you nodded, feeling your cheeks burning; both your hearts pounding and racing.

"Yes, of course," You said softly, smiling sheepishly as you looked down, "But I wanted to make sure that I wasn't reading too much into things because I'm not an expert in romance or anything. But I'm pretty sure that you're the love of my life," You chuckled lightly, cringing lightly from your chosen words, your eyes glimmering. "No matter how sappy or cliche that sounds now that I've said it," You continued, feeling a bit nervous as you took in the expression on Eric's face.

Eric smiled widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and those adorable dimples on full show as his hands rested on his knees, "Oh no, that was very cheesy." He chuckled lightly before leaning forward a bit, his fingers coming up to brush the stray speckles of sand from your cheek and temple, your cheek tingling at the simple touch. "And I think you're right about the whole 'too sappy' thing too." His eyes flashed with amusement, his thumb running along your jawline, and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its place.

"You just love to tease me," You muttered, rolling your eyes slightly before shifting your gaze, a light flush appearing on your cheeks as you leaned into his touch once more.

"Maybe," Eric replied softly, reaching out to tuck your damp hair behind your ear. "May I... May I kiss you?" He asked, his eyes holding a hint of uncertainty and worry.

You looked back up at him, your hand slowly clenched around the sand at your fingertips, the course and dry sand softly scratching at your palm. Eric's brown eyes drew you in, the small specks of gold shining under the bright morning sun. You slowly nodded your head, your eyes flickering between his brown ones before they closed as you felt Eric lean closer toward you. Your heart pounded hard against your chest as you felt his warm breath fan across your face, his hand cupping your cheek once more as his lips brushed against yours in a sweet, fleeting kiss before going in and claiming your mouth with his in a passionate kiss.

Your lips parted slightly at the sensation, your hands quickly reaching up to tangle themselves into Eric's soft, black curls. The taste of salt lingered on your lips, causing his heart to race even faster as he held you in his arms. The two sat in bliss before you both pulled away, both your faces flushed as you looked at each other. Your heart goes a million miles a minute as you let out a carefree and joyful laugh, making Eric smile at the pure sound of it.

Eric couldn't help but sigh softly, his eyes narrowing lazily as he gazed at you, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck as your fingers gently raked through the hair there, sending chills down his spine and a warm feeling flowing through his veins. The warmth he felt was nothing compared to the one he felt when he was near you; the warmth you gave him made him feel safe and secure; you had such a calming effect on him. Like the open sea, you always had the ability to wash away the worries in his mind, to bring him peace and tranquility. 

Eric watched in a sort of awe, watching as the sun shined over you, lighting up your skin in a golden glow; the blue sky reflecting beautifully within your eyes as your long lashes fluttered against your cheeks. He knew that he loved you since the day he met you, that's for sure.

"Eric," You called to him, gaining his attention as you gestured to a few of the members of the castle coming down the stone and grassy walkway, all looking panicked as they rushed toward the beach where the two of you were sitting. Eric furrowed his brows in confusion, his eyes widening when he saw Sir Grimsby approaching, Max the dog in tow. He glanced between you and the others, noticing that they were all looking at the both of you, worry written across their features. 

"Your Highness! What happened?" Sir Grimsby asked, coming over to help the Prince up, "You've been gone all night, we heard about the ship sinking!"

Eric just smiled, albeit a bit bashfully as he turned and offered you his hand, helping you up from the sandy beach, your feet sinking slightly into the wet sand as he pulled you close to him, his hand intertwining with yours as he spoke, "Yes, well, Y/N saved me... So, we're all good." He spoke, giving you a glance as Max came bounding over, his sandy paws landing on your legs as you ran your fingers through his fur with a smile.

Sir Grimsby sighed deeply, running a hand down his face in exhaustion as he gestured for you and the Prince to follow, muttering to himself, "I swear, if he keeps being reckless like this-" He cut himself off as he realized that Eric was holding onto your hand. He cleared his throat and pointedly ignored Eric's gaze, as he led the two of you towards the castle.

"I don't think your mother's going to be too happy to hear about this." You whispered to him, causing Eric to chuckle softly as he squeezed your hand comfortingly.

"Probably not, but she'll get over it..." He answered with a slight shrug, "She can't keep me away from the ocean forever."

You nodded, slightly swinging your arms together as you spotted the castle before you, "We may have to take a break from sailing for a little while," You told him, a small teasing lilt to your tone.

Eric grinned playfully at the thought, "I wouldn't mind," He replied, "As long as I am with you," He trailed off, turning his head slightly toward you.

Your heart melted at his words, his gaze lingering on you as his lips curved into a gentle smile. "I'll be here beside you." You mumbled quietly, your own lips tugging into a smile as you squeezed his hand tightly in return.

Eric matched your smile, his eyes gazing down into yours as he raised your hand, pressing his lips gently to your knuckles as the world around you both slowly floated away, disappearing beneath the calm waves.

"Your Highness!" A voice yelled, pulling you and Eric out of your own little bubble, the Prince before you turned to the voice that called down to the both of you.

"Coming, Grimsby!" Eric called up to him before he turned to look back down at you. 

A small mischievous smirk graced your beautiful face, raising your other hand, gently pressing your finger upon his nose before letting go of his hand and walking backward towards the castle, "Last one to the kitchens is a rotten egg!"

Eric let out an amused huff, his own lips curling into a smirk before he ran up alongside you, unable to stop the laughter from flowing out of him as he let you win, just as he did when you were both children.

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

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“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand. 

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates. 

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves. 

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly. 

“I know.” 

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up. 

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club. 

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood. 

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama. 

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared. 

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’. 

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier. 

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops. 

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised. 

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him. 

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?” 

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year. 

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie. 

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him. 

“Right… (Y/n)?” 

 “I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.” 

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.” 

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.  

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!” 

“He’s still my brother!” 

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore. 

He’ll move on faster. 

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features. 

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…” 

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon. 

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.” 

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll. 

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done. 

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Not All Sunshine & Rainbows 🌈

Summary: you had an ugly coming out experience with a friend and you were devastated. Carbs-racha comes to the rescue❤️

AN: another experience that did in fact happen lol thank you @felixburneracc for choosing this lovely racha❤️ also to all of my gays, theys, and questioning baes, you are loved, and you are valid.

Happy almost pride month!🌈

Pairings: carb-racha x reader ✨

Genre: hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹

Relationship: platonic 🫶🏽

Growing up you came from a very loving a supportive family, so it wasn’t too hard to come out to them once you were ready. You were slightly nervous to tell your friends, but half of them were beyond supportive and happy for you, while the others were of course equally as supportive but laughed their ass off and either said “we been knew” or “uh duh?”. You were blessed beyond belief. When you became friends with a new girl early in the year, you shared similar interests and even started going to concerts together. You became very close very quickly, best friends at that. You realized after a few months of being friends, you have not come out to her. It wasn’t until one day you decided to just casually say it, and long story short, it did not go well, and it broke your heart. You had one acquaintance in the past who said nothing but awful things about your community, and you had no problem never talking to them again, vowing to yourself that if you ever had an encounter like that again with one of your “friends”, you would have no problem cutting them off cause you had zero time for fake ass bitches…so why was this so hard? Why were you staring at your friend in disbelief when she said the same hurtful things but in a passive aggressive, more of “this is just how it is” tone? How come you felt so numb yet so hurt at the same time? How come you suddenly had the urge to cry? You excused yourself from her apartment and left immediately. You drove home, your heart torn, and your eyes slightly misty. You were so confused. You have made so many memories together just in the span of a few months, and you felt like it was all crashing down, cause once again, someone who was extremely closed minded, said awful negative things about your community, TO YOUR FACE. When you got home, you sat in your car for a second, trying to process what just happened. You promised yourself you wouldn’t keep anyone who wasn’t supportive in your corner, and now you were fighting with your brain whether or not you wanted to work it out. When you finally got out of your car, you started walking up the steps, and the very second you stepped into your apartment, your vision blurred. Your cheeks were immediately wet and your chest hurt. Being alone was on your agenda but suddenly you felt the need to be in someone’s arms. You turned your butt right around, walking out of your apartment door and back into your car. You weren’t sure who to call first, but that decision was made for you when one of your best friends sent you a pic of brown sugar boba in their hands with the text “thought of you today!’ right under it. You sniffled as you sent back a text almost immediately.

“Hyunjin… can I come over, please?” 😣

You almost didn’t hit send but his hugs sounded so good right now. You hit the arrow and waited. Almost immediately he responded.

Princet: “OF COURSE SILLY COME OVER” 😀 but not too long before sending

Prince: “Wait, is everything okay?” 😶

Your lip quivered when you typed out

“Not really”

You know is phone is surgically attached to his hands when he sends

“Come over y/n”. Not too long after you got two more messages from your friends. They must’ve been next to him or something.

Pup: “Drive safe y/n”

Maknae: “Whatever it is, it's going to be okay”

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to blur your vision so you could drive to their place. They didn’t live too far from you, but you know, safety. Once you got to their place, you pulled up your emergency break and stepped out of your car. You knew your eyes were probably puffy and red, but you knew there would be no judgment, and that was all you needed right now, no judgment. When you got to their floor, you quietly knocked on their door. In .2 seconds, Hyunjin was at the door, his face softening when he looked into your eyes. He didn’t even know what was wrong, but you weren’t one to get upset often. So seeing you so broken was devastating.

“Oh y/n…” he whispered when more tears filled your eyes. He gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the apartment, seconds before your cheeks were no longer dry. Hyunjin pulled you into his arms once the door was closed. Seungmin and Jeongin came around the corner, sharing worried glances at each other before walking over to you and Hyunjin. The tallest held you close as you did your best to hold in any noise that your body was desperately trying to release. The boys could sense that.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be so strong, you can let it out,” Hyunjin encouraged. You shook your head. No. You weren’t going to be weak now. Seungmin came up and started rubbing your back.

“It’s a safe space, y/n, I promise,” Seungmin said comfortingly. You knew that. You knew you could be yourself around them. You knew you could be who you were but you didn’t want to be weak. You didn’t want to show them that side of you. Did you trust them? Of course! With your life! But you’ve always been strong for them, you didn’t want the roles to reverse just yet. It wasn’t until Jeongin came up behind Hyunjin, and placed his forehead on yours to whisper,

“We love you y/n”.

You broke. You broke and you broke down hard. You didn’t think this one friend had that much of an impact on you but it was evident how hurt you were when you were soaking Hyunjin’s shirt in your tears. Sob after sob was ripped from your throat as the boys held you.

“It hurts, it really hurts,” you cry out as you tighten your grip on Hyunjin’s shirt. He leaned his head on yours as he brought up his hand to cradle your skull. They’ve never seen you so sad before, and they were ready to fight whoever hurt you like this. Seungmin and Jeongin went from rubbing your back to creating one big group hug around you and Hyunjin. You hated crying but you had to admit, it felt good letting it all out. After what felt like an eternity. You lifted up your head from Hyunjin’s shoulder and wiped your eyes. He kept a tight yet gentle grip on you as he looked into your eyes that still had a pool of tears in them.

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid,” you croaked. Seungmin shook his head.

“Nothing that makes you this upset is stupid y/n, isn’t that what you always tell us?” He asked gently. Damn, you really were the biggest hypocrite.

“What happened?” Jeongin asked as you laid your head back down on Hyunjin’s shoulder. You closed your eyes and let out a deep exhale. You were drained. Hyunjin stroked your hair.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, y/n, but we’re here ready to listen with no judgment whatsoever, yeah?” He said so sweetly. Dammit you loved your friends so much. Another tear fell from your eye, and Jeongin was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. You let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

“Let’s go sit down,” Seungmin suggested, placing a hand at the small of your back. The four of you walked to the couch and sat down. You were seated in between Seungmin and Jeongin while Hyunjin squatted in front of you, gently rubbing your thigh. Seungmin had his arm around your waist while jeongin had his arm around your shoulders, your head leaning towards the youngest. You let out another shaky breath as your eyes got misty once again. You didn’t know how to say it, you were still in shock.

“I uh…I guess I kind of just had a really…really not good coming out experience with a friend…” you whisper as you try to swallow the lump in your throat. Jeongin made a pained noise as he squeezed your shoulder and kissed your head.

“I’m sorry about that y/n…” Hyunjin whispered. You shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you said quietly. Seungmin began to rub your side. You began to explain to them everything she said, and their eyes turned to the size of saucers.

“Y/n, that’s opposite of fine,” Hyunjin said with so much hurt in his voice.

“They had no right saying that kind of thing to you,” Seungmin said right after.

“That’s so awful…” Jeongin whispered as you sniffed on his shoulder.

“Guess I was meant to have at least one person not support who I am…” you squeak out. Hyunjin shook his head.

“That’s not true, no one deserves to go through that,” he whispered, still rubbing your thigh. You were torn cause you wanted to keep your friendship alive but you were hurt. You explained your troubles and the three guys listened intently.

“Whatever you decide to do, we love you, ALL of you, and we support you no matter what, okay?” Seungmin slightly chucked at the end when he wiped another tear that fell from your eye. You give him a tight lined smile as you sniffle.

“I love you guys so much,” you whispered. They hugged you once more, reminding you that you were loved.

[streaminn]

Well, Enid was split from Wednesday for years in the bodyguard AU (I believe a decade?) so she spent years just feeling time get past her.

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way."

Enid most likely spent a lot of time just thinking of Wednesday, all their moments and time together; so much time and energy that her days became a bit more dull. All her thoughts are consuming her, but she can't just stop working. She has to spend time offhandedly, thinking.

"Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown, waiting for someone or something to show you the way."

Enid could maybe go back to San Francisco for awhile, go back not to her family, but the places she grew up, just for a moment to feel a sense of familiarity, consistency.

And I feel it's to fair think that she'd push herself in relationships she isn't ready for, or are obviously unhealthy to begin with. Sometimes it feels better to be hurt by someone who's there than someone who stole your heart and left with it.

"Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain."

Enid seems like the type to get agoraphobic after Nevermore. The sun seems worse after Wednesday leaves. Rain is something Wednesday liked, always seemed a little happier (as happy as would express, anyways) when it rained.

Enid won't go out into it, but she can still admire it.

"You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today."

I feel like Yoko would say something to this effect; she understands that Wednesday left a mark on Enid's heart that she'll never get rid of, but that doesn't mean she should just sit inside and mope. Have fun with your friends; the pain won't stop, but you can dull it, even if only slightly.

"And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you."

This one feels pretty self-explanatory; one day it just slams into her chest, the fact that she's lost so much time to just thinking of Wednesday.

"No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun."

Imagine spending so much of your teen years loving and yearning for the touch and experience of just one person, and one day you're just an adult and people expect you to know and do things. Imagine having to sit in your lonely apartment, realizing you missed out on so much time with people because you couldn't let go.

"And you run, and you run to catch with the sun— but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again."

(My stars, I adore this lyric so much. Even outside of Wenclair, I love this song and this lyric.) That feeling of catching up, finally feeling free from the past just to see a crow or a murder case, and then feeling it crash into your back, right into your spine, out of nowhere. That feeling that you've been lying to yourself, gaslighting-burnt and pained. Choking on your shame.

"The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death."

Waking up and seeing the same damn sun, always bright and hot and burning and unafraid of itself. All the very things Enid wants to be, but can't be because how can she?

"Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time."

Enid couldn't bring herself to ever 'find the time' to contact Wednesday. She has the information to speak with the Addams, and by extension Wednesday. It's easy to tell yourself soon, that it'll all happen soon, but when is soon gone, and later is too late?

"Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines."

Maybe Enid plans to do something about it, speaking to Wednesday or an Addams or something, she'll write a whole document about it, always just a moment away from finishing it. Maybe she plans to visit Wednesday on the author's birthday, but then she misses it, and convinces herself to try again next year, because she can't do it now, she's missed the day.

"Home, home again, I like to be here when I can, and when I come home cold and tired, it's good to warm my bones beside the fire, far away, across the field, the tolling of the iron bell, calls the faithful to their knees, to hear the softly spoken magic spells."

I made this one big lyric because oh dear, it's so perfect. I feel like it'd be the end of bodyguard Enid. "Home, home again," Enid would say, walking into the home she shares with Wednesday, breathing in the scent of heat and warmth and love. She wants to be there all the time, when she can, because it's the home she shares with the woman she loves. She doesn't come back from the rain, I feel like it hits harder if you see it as her returning to Wednesday— Wednesday is her home, the person she goes to when she's so cold and bone-deep exhaustion presses on every bone in her body, snuggling up to the warmth of her lover's love.

-Writer Anon. (Sorry this took almost two days to send in. I got tired :( also, this is about Time by Pink Floyd, incase you couldn't hear the song well enough from your ear being messed up. Take better care of yourself, Streamer.)

Yes Enid has been split from wednesday for a decade since she was 16 to 25! Spent like five to six years in smth military related before being a bodyguard for two years

But damn, the more we explore bodyguard Enid the more I realized that she's been a in slump that whole decade which is just.. Sad. The way you write her makes her a bit more healthier to be honest because personally what I had in mind was something more off in the head, a lil side effect of being a grimwolf, military service and yearning for her mate that's been absent for far more than she should

OVERALL THE WAY YOU TIED THE LYRICS TO ENID'S JOURNEY 😭😭 Boutta cry, she's just a sad girl missing her love, I'm happy she got to go home in the end, that's amazing for her

No worries about taking your time writer! I hope you rested well, that's what matters in the end

[sofasoap]

You are my light.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x f!Reader ( aka "Mini"MacTavish )

Summary: Quick little monologue/drabble about how Simon found his light. Can be read as a standalone or can be part of the Mini MacTavish universe. Little insert of what happened the night leading to "“Love, do not pass me by”" warning: M to E rated. hinting of violence and abuse. Brief description of smut. Sorry I suck at writing smut. ( always be safe people! ) Not BETA'ed. written before bed so its mumble jumble.

A/N : Kind of Continuation/parallel universe of @saltofmercury ’s “The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader is Soap’s little sister. PLEASE GO READ HER STORY first to make sense of this series. Thank you for lending me your character.

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse. PS: HERE and HERE is the beautiful handsome Ghost/Simon by

@shkretart !!!

Ghost never knows the love and joy of family. As a young boy, he often look on with envy when his friend's parent showering them with love and attention. He despises his father, for destroying his childhood. For destroying the family.

He escaped, vow to start a new life. Found a job. Became a soldier. Got rid of his father. Help his mother and brother, and new family is formed.

Just as he thought he has jumped out from the loop, and all seems to be happy life, It got taken away. Brutally. As if the universe is taunting him, teasing him with happiness and throw him into the hell pit. The despair.

His brothers-in-arms in SAS and Task Force 141 helped him to see some hope.

But he is still a broken man. Along you came. Crashing into his life. He usually tries to pay no attention to Soap's stories about his baby little sister, how much he treasures her. He tries not to. It will only remind him of the life he never got to experience. The happy sibling memories he never got to experience with Tommy.

"Hey sad face, why so gloomy? Say, let's have a competition. If I win, join us! If you win.. I promise I will shut my brother up for the whole night." He will never admit the prospect of shutting up MacTavish is what tempted him to agree to the little drinking game. Which in terms turn into a very dangerous game. Not only you nearly bested him, the legendary Ghost, but your cocky smile and your sunshine personality is stirring something inside he never knew he had. That little bit of Simon is coming out.

He wants more. Dropping hints here and there. Whisper nothing into your ears, he is slowly capturing you.

"“My offer still stands, if you are willing.”  Your hand paused on the door handle just as you were about to turn it. Ghost walked you back to your accommodation after a chaotic night at the pub which ended with an accidently drunk König  trying to hit on you.

Incomes very angry Soap and Ghost and your attempt to dissuade them to throw poor König onto the shooting range. Finally Horangi manage to drag König back to their group while Gaz and Price dragged Soap back to their side of the room. "I'm going to head back to the accommodation Johnny, I'll meet you for breakfast tomorrow morning?" You saw Johnny still waving his arm around in anger and Gaz just shooed you off. You assume he will pass the message onto your brother. Ghost has came out and followed you silently.

" I'll walk you back."

" I am sure it's pretty safe around here Ghost." "... " Not letting you have a chance to say no, he pick up his pace and walked beside you. You totally did not expect him to be so bold, making the proposition. Slowly you turn around, facing him. You feel like prey trapped with your back to the door. Somehow, something deep within you is nudging you, to taunt him and tempt him more. Lifting one of your hand, you run your finger through his dirty blonde hair. Behind his ears, down his neck. Just as he was closing his eyes, enjoying your touch, you turned around and open the door. As you step into the house, he firmly grabs you around the waist, pulling you into his embrace. ".. you think you can just tease me and leave?" That send shivers down your body and growing hot as he growls beside your ear. You lean back into him. He must have taken his mask off at some point as you suddenly feel him place a light kiss on your ear, down your neck and onto your shoulder.

With shuddered breath, you turn around, wanting to have a good look at him. Finally to see his face. In full. Even with his back to the light, there you see him. his beautiful face. His dark brown eyes, deep with desire. " Hello Simon." You greeted him with a faint smile, taking in his features. The scars scattered across his handsome face, his Five o'clock shadow beard accentuates his strong jaw. " Are you sure you want this." Giving you a chance to say no, or trying to persuade himself to pull out before he goes in to deep? He doesn't know. Nodding your head to give him permission, he lean down and capture your lip and into a deep kiss. He kick the front door close and pull you impossibly close. You broke the kiss and while gasping for air, " bed, now." You commanded him. He lift you up into bridal carry and march towards the bedroom. It was a long passionate night. Amongst the heated kisses you admit to him you never had experiences before. And he was very gentle with you. Once you got use to him, he slowly pushes you, again and again searching for comfort and high with each other. At end of the night you lay exhausted totally satisfied if not a little bit sore. Waking up the next day, he had already left. You were slightly disappointed but part of you not surprised.

Simon doesn't know what prompted him to be so bold with you that night. Part of him enjoy the warmth and attention you were giving him, the Ghost in him keep telling him,

" She's too good for you." " You are a broken monster. You don't deserve her."

He pushed you away. Even when you need him the most. With tears in your eyes. He regretted hurting you afterwards. He nearly lost you, along with the children. Didn't he vow not to be the man that his father was? He begged for your forgiveness. For a second chance. Going into therapy. You gave him that precious chance. Simon experience the light and love he never felt before, when he return from deployment for the first time after reconciliation. You open the door for him, leading him into the living room , gently tell the children;

" Mah bairn, Da is home." His children, even after months of not being around, immediately recognises their father and crawls towards him, seeking his attention. "Da! Da!" Arms up, both of them wanting their father to pick them up. Holding back his tears, dropping his bag he pick both of them up, giving them gentle kisses on their heads.

You smiled watching the beautiful scene. " I love you."

Life came crashing down again. For the third time, the universe is laughing at him again.

He never been so fearful in his life. Seeing you being tied up on the pole, blood running your face,explosive strapped onto you, calling him for help, nearly make him lose his cool. " Go Simon. The children will at least have their father and uncles..." “ AND I NEED YOU.”

By some miracle, both of you survived the threat. He knew he couldn't delay it any longer. He proposed to you soon after. ' I know you want to take things slow, and I don't want to push you, but I .. I can't lose you. Not again." You agreed to marry him. He never been so happy in his life. "let’s do this , BROTHER.” Few close friends and families, the children, your brother, your parents, Price, Gaz, Emma, Laswell and Rudy, Alejandro even König attended the wedding. Watching you walking down the aisle took his breath away. How did he get so lucky.

" You don't deserve this. " " NO I DO. I DESERVE ALL OF THIS."

Holding your hand, he whispered to you,

"You are the light of my life. I love you, until my last dying breath."

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Personally I want her to continue discussing her own creations and how creating and redidicating her love songs to her new guy feels and the problem with muses and how her exe guy was put on such a high pedistel but it was all an illusion and he kinda didn't deliver et cetera. Frankly for TTPD i was expecting at least one "our love was gold but now you're hearts tin" metaphor.

anon tbh I wasn't going to answer this because like I've said before, I really don't want to get into the muses of it all in that way here because I don't think there's anything to add to the conversation (definitely not for me anyway). Which isn't to say you or other people can't feel that way and talk about it, to be clear! Just not what I want to talk about on my blog for the most part.

BUT, while on the first listen or two of TTPD I was surprised that there wasn't more, let's say, overt reference to a certain muse, like I said in this post last night, he is all over the album in the subtext. And frankly, I think there is actually quite a bit of reference in the album to some of the themes you mention, even if it's metaphor at times.

The idealizing of the muse but it coming crashing down? I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift. I founded the club she's heard great things about. You say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it. Handcuffed to the spell I was under for just one hour of sunshine. My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile. He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen.

Didn't deliver on promises made and the implosion of their plans? Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. Years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling. I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. (Honourable mention: How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. Do something, babe, say something.)

There's so much there about love gone cold. I stopped CPR, after all it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams. Gray and blue and fights and tunnels. And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign.

I don't doubt she's going to be processing that relationship and its end for awhile, mot because she's hung up on it but because it was just a huge growth experience she'll be unpacking as she gains more distance from it. (Just the same way she's unpacked the Jake relationship from "chaotic first true love" to "problematic first adult relationship" to something... darker.) And it may show up in other music, sure. But my impression from the album, and especially from the epilogue and from the various posts about it, is that she isn't keen on hashing things out to such a direct degree in the future. I could be totally wrong, but I got the feeling that with TTPD she was closing the book on that. (I have some guesses as to why, but they're not needed here and again veer into the parasocial I think. The very abridged cliff notes version of it is: they went through a lot together and were both dealing with their own shit separately and as a couple over the years, and while that doesn't excuse any way she was treated, I think it's more nuanced in her mind than "he was a shitty boyfriend and I'm mad".)

It's kind of like some of her other relationships and experiences: I don't doubt those feelings and the way those feelings have evolved will show up in future music. I just don't expect it to show up in a "now that I'm in a healthy relationship where I feel supported and cherished FUCK YOU [insert name here]". I'm exaggerating but you get the point.

(not criticizing you anon or anyone else, just saying-- this isn't something I particularly want to contribute to)

[maddithefangirl]

Wait for Me part 2

Azriel x Rhysand’sSister!reader 

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so much for the support on the first part. I didn’t think anyonw would really see it let alone enjoy it! Please enjoy this next part that I hope is any good. Also if anyone wants to request a fic let me know because I need all the inspo I can get with school going on right now. 

x

There is nothing Azriel has done more than worry about you. Word had come that the curse was broken, but there was still no word from you down the bond. The minute he saw Rhys he couldn’t even appreciate his return because all he could think of was Y/N. “Where is she?” he almost screamed. He was met with a solemn look and a deafening silence. “Where. Is. She? He said sharply. After once again being met with silence Azriel pinned Rhys against the wall, hand to his neck not forceful enough to cause any pain, but enough to prove a point. Rhys pushed Az off of him and took a deep breath. “She didn’t want to come back and face you after what she had gone through. The words come out so quiet that it could’ve been a whisper. 

Az’s world came crashing down around him. Had these 49 years meant nothing to you? Had you moved on? Oh Cauldron, did you find somebody else Under the Mountain? He wanted to punch something, do anything to stop the numbness that he felt inside. For years the bond has been closed on your end, and he could not figure out why… but maybe this is the reality that he tried so hard not to accept. You didin’t want the bond. 

It doesn’t matter that he had been pining after you for centuries or that you professed your love for him right before you were taken away. This was it for him, but maybe he was not it for you. Stop. There’s got to be a better explanation than that. He knows you better than to believe that crap. 

He decided he needed to reach out in the only way that he knew you would answer. 

- - - -

Your journey was harder than expected. Could you have winnowed? Yes, but where is the fun in that? You still don’t even know what you’re doing at this point… 

You break out of your trance when a piece of paper appears in front of you attached to a pen. It’s exactly who you think it is until it's not. The only thing that you see on the paper is 

     -A

That one letter makes your blood run cold. Could it really be him? Is Rhys trying to trick me into talking to him? He would, you know that, but he also knows how fragile you are right now. You write a soft,

     hi

If someone were to look they’d barely notice that there was something more than a smudge on the paper, but he saw. It takes 7 long minutes to get anything in response. What would he want with you now after he knows you’re running away from everything? 

You've been walking for days now enjoying the fresh air you haven’t felt in years. It was liberating to feel the grass beneath your feet and the sunshine spilling through the trees. The wind was in full force, an indication that it was about to rain, but that didn’t stop you. You had thrown caution to the wind after being shackled and silent for years on end. The marks were still pink on your wrists, feeling a slight twinge of pain when you twist them. 

You reached Summer about three days ago, trying to remember the way to your friend's cottage. You didn’t want Tarquin to know of your presence until you had settled and seen your best friend. Chrissy and you had been friends for over 200 years. She was your confidant and an avid gossip when she needed to be. You spent many winters with her just cozied up in the cabin she lives in when her mom was still around. She became your own mother on many occasions. 

The thoughts overwhelm you so that you barely remember you were waiting on a response. The words you have been dreading to see again,

“Please come home, mate”

Mate… I open the bond a little bit to send a small pulse through to tell him you got the message but ultimately put the pen and paper away. Those thoughts and emotions were some that you didn’t want to open up to yet. Not without someone in my corner.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TEN → LIARS AND LOSERS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 4.7k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

notes: the plot is plotting...

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Steve Harrington had a lot of regrets in his short life. He regretted how his seventh-grade Snow Ball was forever remembered by a botched buzzcut. He regretted cheating in his sophomore-year English class, forcing him to retake it. He regretted never asking his mother if she was okay.

There were a lot of things he wished he could take back or do over, but at the top of his list, at that moment, was befriending Tommy H. and Carol, letting the anger he inherited from his father possibly ruin any chance he had with Nancy Wheeler, and not chasing after the strange girl after she ran out of his house. 

It wasn’t his idea to spray paint the movie theater marquee, but he didn’t stop Tommy from doing it. He was angry and upset at Nancy, at Jonathan, at himself. Seeing the two of them together, seated close together on her bed hurt more than he thought it would. 

He didn’t know if there was a way for him to come back from that, any of it. He felt an instant wave of regret and shame, and he was humiliated. His face was busted up, his ego completely deflated, and he felt insanely guilty for several reasons. 

Everything was fucked up in Hawkins. Barbara Holland was missing, presumed to have run away like she was some trailer park dropout and not a shoo-in for valedictorian. Will Byers was dead. And Sunshine, the girl that refused to leave his head, was running away from something bad. 

He still couldn’t come up with a logical explanation for what happened in his kitchen before she bolted, and no matter how hard he thought about the whole ordeal, the more confused he became. He almost called the police after that, and he almost called them the day after when he couldn’t find her anywhere in Hawkins. Steve stopped himself though, maybe she was right, maybe they’d only make things worse; what the hell did he know? Nothing. He knew less than nothing, and it drove him crazy. 

Somehow, she ended up with Nancy and Jonathan, of all people, and that made even less sense to him. At least he knew she wasn’t dead or something. He thought the worst had happened when he couldn’t find her. The people she was running from, Steve thought maybe they found her, and that was his fault.

After his embarrassing loss against Jonathan Byers in the alley, he wanted to talk to her, but the cops showed up and Tommy dragged him away before he got the chance to. 

Sunshine didn’t run away when the cops arrived as he, Tommy, and Carol had. She stayed behind with Nancy and Jonathan, meaning she was probably hauled into the police station. That was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. 

“You owe me $1.20,” Tommy said, tossing Steve a can of pop and a bottle of painkillers. 

Between Nancy, Sunshine, and whatever was happening in town, he’d forgotten that his face was pummeled to hell. That was until he pressed the cold can against his split-open cheek and let out a short hiss of pain before the cold numbed his skin. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll need more than aspirin when we’re done with him,” Tommy tried to reassure Steve, but he wasn’t exactly hellbent on revenge. He wanted the pain in his head to stop so he could try to fix the mess he made for himself. 

Maybe if he’d taken the strange girl more seriously, he could have actually helped her and her sister, and they’d be long gone from Hawkins. Maybe if he did that, he could've paid more attention to Nancy and the fact that her best friend was missing, with the last place anyone had seen her alive being his house. Maybe then he wouldn’t have looked like such an asshole and maybe Nancy wouldn’t have run into the arms of Jonathan Byers. 

Steve had no idea that whatever was taking place in his hometown was well beyond anything one teenage boy could fix. As far as he was concerned, if he hadn’t been so selfish, he could've solved all of the world’s problems. 

“Yeah, if that creep ever gets out. The cops should just lock him up forever,” Carol said. “I mean did you see the look on his face?” She balled up her fists and pretended to throw weak punches at Tommy’s chest. 

Tommy chuckled. “He probably had the same look on his face whenever he killed his brother.” 

Pain flared up across Steve’s face as his anger boiled. 

“Oh, God,” Carol scrunched up her face. “I just got an image of him making that face when he and Nancy are screwing.”

Steve’s last straw broke, and he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand them, not at that moment. Between the guilt that swarmed his brain and the pain that coursed through his body, he couldn’t sit and listen to another word from the two of them. 

“Carol, for one in your life, shut your damn mouth!” he snapped. 

She blinked in surprise at his sudden outburst, like it hadn’t been simmering under his skin for a while. 

Tommy and Carol were Steve’s friends and they had been since middle school. Most of the time, he felt like they were the only people who understood him. Everyone else at school tried too hard to be someone else as they’d actually outrun the curse of their parents and get the hell out of Hawkins for good. Tommy and Carol didn’t; they knew better and knew right where they’d end up. They weren’t okay with it, not exactly, but they accepted it. They didn’t want to waste their teenage years fighting their way through school for a slim chance they’d receive a one-way scholarship golden ticket. 

Instead, they drank cheap beers and went to parties. Steve liked it. He liked being young and having money to make stupid decisions with, but he was different than Tommy and Carol. He didn’t need the scholarship to get into school; his parents had the money to send him wherever he wanted. If he wanted to leave Hawkins, he could. But, in the reality of it, Steve enjoyed pretending he was just like Tommy and Carol. He liked their mentality to an extent; he liked not worrying about the future. 

However, in his junior year of high school, he saw the future loom closer, and the possibility of what that meant or could mean made him nauseous. He couldn’t live like that forever, which was why it felt right to him to form a crush on Nancy Wheeler. Not only was the beautiful and smart, but she saw the future and wasn’t scared of it. 

As a sophomore, she already has a sticky note of colleges on the desk in her bedroom. She had their pamphlets and essays drafted. It gave Steve a little more hope. 

He wasn’t going to throw that all away because of some mistake he made with the help of his friends. 

“Hey, what’s your problem, man?” Tommy said. 

Jumping off the trunk of his car, Steve huffed in annoyance. “You’re both assholes! That’s my problem.”

“Are you serious right now?” Tommy rolled his eyes, and more anger flooded Steve’s veins. 

“Yeah, I’m serious! You shouldn’t have done that.” And he shouldn’t have let them. It was stupid and humiliating and now the cops were involved. Hell, he didn’t even mean half the things he said. The Byers family had a reputation, sure, but the words he spat at Jonathan were just hollow echoes of what his father had said about the Byers family. They weren’t even Steve’s insults which made it even more pathetic, he thought. 

Tommy stepped toward Steve, challengingly. “Done what?” 

“You know what.”

A dry laugh sounded from his friend. “Oh, you mean to call her out for what she really is?” 

Steve’s face felt hot, and his fists clenched at his sides as Tommy continued, “That’s funny because I don’t remember you asking me to stop.” 

Stepping closer, the two boys were face to face and it seemed like Steve had found himself, once again, ready to get into a fight. One of his eyes was nearly swollen shut and dried blood was crusted around his wounds, making him look not nearly as intimidating as he wished. He knew that any fight he tried to start with Tommy at that moment, in his state, would only lead to more embarrassment. 

“Neither of you ever cared about her,” he said, looking between the two of them. “You never even liked her because she’s not miserable like you two. She cares about other people!” 

It was Carol’s turn to roll her eyes. She threw her arms up and yelled, “A slut with a heart of gold!” 

“I told you to watch your mouth!” 

Tommy grabbed Steve by the collar of his jacket and shoved him hard against the side of Steve’s car. “Hey! I don’t know what’s gotten into you man, but you don’t talk to her that way.” 

“Get out of my face.” He struggled under his friend’s hold. Tommy didn’t budge and Steve was pretty sure Jonathan had bruised one of his ribs. 

“Or what?” Tommy shoved Steve again, causing him to wince in pain. “Huh? Are you gonna fight me now, too? Because you couldn’t take Jonathan Byers, so I wouldn’t recommend that.” 

With another, half-hearted shove, Steve managed to shake Tommy. He shot the two of them one last look but said nothing else as he fished his keys from his pocket and climbed into his car. 

Tommy continued to yell at Steve, in some attempt to rile him up, but all of his words were drowned out by the rush of blood in Steve’s ears. 

He swallowed down the swarm of emotions that threatened to consume him and threw his car into drive. His tires spun as he pulled out of the lot and took off down the lonely roads of Hawkins in hopes of clearing his head. There were a series of apologies on his tongue and a night laid out in front of him that he hoped would make things right.

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Sunshine felt she was going to be sick, seated in the uncomfortable chairs inside the Hawkins police station beside a pair of teens she hardly knew. 

Her hands shook tucked into the sleeves of her borrowed sweater. She had run over an escape plan at least a hundred times in her head, but it seemed like everyone inside the station couldn’t have cared less about her.  

Or, it had seemed that way until two adults rushed right for them. 

“Jonathan?” A rather disheveled woman approached them first, with her eyes focused on Jonathan. “Jesus, what happened?”  

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, staring at the desk in front of him and not meeting her eyes. 

“Why is he wearing handcuffs?” she asked the two officers who had taken all three kids into the station. Powell and Callahan were their names, which Nancy had told her quietly when they first entered the station. 

Callahan, who nursed his nose with an ice pack, sighed before he said, “Well, your boy assaulted a police officer. That’s why.” 

Sinking in her seat while the adults conversed, Sunshine wished she could disappear from their sight. There were too many people, too many adults in authority. She expected one of them to haul her up by her arms and drag her away kicking and screaming at any moment. 

The woman, who Sunshine gathered was Jonathan’s mother by the way she fussed over him, and Callahan referred to him as ‘her boy’, was short in stature and wore dark circles under her eyes similar to her son. 

“Take them off,” she demanded. 

“I’m afraid I cannot do that,” Powell said. 

Behind Jonathan’s mother was a taller man in a similar-looking uniform to the other officers. His face was set in a stern annoyance, with wrinkles across his forehead from how he pinched his eyebrows together. 

“You hear her, take ‘em off,” the man said. 

Sunshine should have run after the fight. She felt backed into a corner and treading in dangerous territory. 

“Chief,” Powell stated, “I get everyone’s emotional here, but there’s something you need to see.” He nodded his head in the direction of the front door and the chief followed him outside. 

Sighing quietly, Sunshine rubbed her thumb over the fabric of the sweater that covered her tattoo. She watched from the corner of her eye as Jonathan’s mother held his face in her hands and examined the scraps and bruises that littered his skin. 

The sight caused a sense of longing within Sunshine; she couldn’t help but wonder if her mother was out there somewhere and if the woman was still looking for her after all this time. Sunshine didn’t even know how long it had been since she had been with her real family. 

They only existed in fractured and blurred images in the very back of her mind. She remembered someone holding her hand and leading her across a road, the color blue, and flowers. 

The Lab had done a good job of erasing whoever she was before. They made sure she was almost completely scrubbed clean of the normal life she led before, but they couldn’t erase everything.  

The two men returned after a couple of minutes and dropped a heavy box on the desk in front of the three teenagers. It was their box of monster hunting supplies, and it was followed by a narrowed gaze from the man everyone called, Chief. The look filled Sunshine with even more nerves, which she didn’t think was possible at that point. Her hands balled into fists that were held in her lap in an attempt to stop them from shaking.  

“What’s this?” Jonathan’s mother asked, gesturing to the box. 

“Why don’t you ask your son? We found it in his car,” the Chief replied. 

Jonathan shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. “Why are you going through my car?” 

The chief looked pointedly at Jonathan and said, “Is that really the question you should be asking right now?” The boy stayed silent. Frustration bloomed across the chief’s face. “I want all three of you in my office.” 

Sunshine’s eyes widened before they met Nancy’s. 

“You won’t believe us,” Jonathan said. 

“Why don’t you give me a try?”

The group, which consisted of the three teens, the chief, and Jonathan’s mother, piled into an office not big enough for all of them. It smelled like smoke and bitter coffee. 

Nancy stayed close to Sunshine’s side, sitting right beside her on the small couch up against the far wall of the office. On the other side of Sunshine sat Jonathan’s mother. 

The mother’s leg bounced, and her hands shook with a persistent unease. 

Nancy and Jonathan launched into a full explanation of what they encountered in the woods the night before. From the deer to the hole in the tree, to see the monster face to face. 

Nancy skipped over any mention of Sunshine’s abilities, which she was grateful for. 

Even without the light that Sunshine was able to create in her palms and the bad men she told them were after her, their story still sounded insane. She was sure everyone in the room knew that. 

Sunshine had lived most of her life in the insane and the impossible for as long as she remembered, but everyone else inside the office had not, from what she had gathered. The normalcy of the sleepy town was slipping out of their grasp faster than they knew how to handle, and they were only scratching the surface of how sinister their hometown was. 

There was a long stretch of silence as the chief and Jonathan’s mother soaked everything in. 

Finally, the chief asked, holding the photographs Jonathan had of the monster, “You said blood draws this thing?” 

Nancy shrugged. “We don’t know for sure; it’s just one theory.” 

Leaning back in his seat, the chief’s gaze fell onto Sunshine for a moment, and she felt panic coil tighter inside her chest, but he didn’t say anything to her, yet. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh and ran his hands down the length of his face. 

“And you guys…what? You were going to test this theory out on your own?” 

That time, Jonathan shrugged and said, “We just wanted some answers. We didn’t know how else to get them.” 

Their plan wasn’t well fleshed out, and the two adults in the room picked up on that right away. 

His mother stood up from the couch and pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her shirt. “I need to talk with you, outside,” she told Jonathan. He didn’t argue and slipped out into the hall with her right behind him. 

It was just the chief, Nancy, and Sunshine left inside the room. The tension seemed to rise along with Sunshine’s heart rate. 

“Is he in trouble because of the fight?” Nancy rushed out. “I-” 

She was cut off by a wave of the chief’s hand. “We’ve got bigger problems than that right now.” Nancy sank back against the couch as the chief’s attention fell back onto Sunshine. 

She tried to keep her gaze fixed on her hands in her lap and avoid his scrutinizing gaze. 

He knew she didn’t belong there; Sunshine was sure of it. He was going to send her back to the Lab, she could feel it. 

“What’s your name, kid? How’d you get wrapped up in this?” 

Sunshine's eyes snapped onto Nancy, pleading for some kind of help. 

“Sunshine. Her name is Sunshine. And she, uh, well, she’s new…?” Unfortunately, Nancy wasn’t a great liar and she stumbled over an unconvincing answer. 

The chief raised his brows. “You do know that I’m a cop, right? I know you’re lying.” 

Nancy rolled her lips into her mouth and apologetically glanced at Sunshine. Whispering, she said, “Maybe he can help.” 

Sunshine knew better than to believe that. In her mind, there was no difference between the men inside the Lab and the men outside of yet. No one had proven her wrong, yet. 

There were less than a handful of people she trusted, and most of them were dead by that point. She had started to trust Steve, despite the events that had transpired between them, and she started to trust both Nancy and Jonathan, even if she had just met them. She trusted them because they were all kids, like her. She’d never been hurt, lied to, or betrayed by a child; they had always been a safe place, as opposed to adults who were nothing but cold stares and cold hands. 

“No,” Sunshine said, her voice sharp.

The chief folded his hands on top of the desk and visibly tried to soften his approach. 

“Look, kid, whatever kind of trouble you’re in, we can help. But you’ve gotta help us out first, okay?” Sunshine stayed silent, causing him to sigh. “Is there something, anything, that you’re not telling us about this…this thing?” 

“No.” That was the truth. She had no idea what the monster was or where it came from, but she did have a hunch that the Lab was behind it, somehow. But she couldn’t tell him that without opening up a whole new can of worms. 

The chief’s eyes drifted onto where she dug her fingernails onto her exposed tattoo. She noticed the shift in his gaze and quickly rolled down the sleeve of her borrowed sweater, hiding her inked wrist.

“Okay, what about this,” he began. “Do you know anything about another kid I’ve been chasing all week, thinking it was Will Byers? A little girl with a shaved head who’s robbing convenience stores and shattering doors. Sound familiar?” 

Sunshine felt her stomach plummet at his words. Her expression gave her away instantly, and the chief opened his mouth to ask more questions, but he was interrupted by the sound of yelling from the front of the building. 

He groaned and looked pointedly between the two girls. “Stay here. We’re not done.” Then he left. 

Eleven was still in Hawkins and people were starting to figure that out; Sunshine needed to find her. 

Tugging on her hand, Nancy pulled her to her feet and right out of the chief’s office, despite what he had just told them. Together they crept down the hall and stopped just before they could be spotted by the officers at their desks. 

Jonathan and his mother had finished their conversation and joined the girls. All of them watched the chief confront a yelling woman and her frowning child. 

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked the two officers that had taken Sunshine, Nancy, and Jonathan into the station.

The yelling woman gripped her child’s arm, the one that wasn’t resting in a sling, and seethed. “These men are humiliating my son!” 

Officer Callahan shook his head. “No, no, no. That’s not true.” 

“There was some kind of fight, Chief-” 

“A psychotic child broke his arm!” 

“A little girl, Chief. A little one.” The lady shot daggers at Callahan as he spoke.

“That tone! Do you hear that tone?” she scoffed. 

Sunshine glanced at the clock on the wall and held her breath. With each second that passed, she grew more and more anxious. Her eyes darted between the small group gathered around the young boy and the entrance of the station. 

As much as she did want to help Nancy and Jonathan, she needed to help Eleven. Her sister was still there, but the more people who knew of her, the shorter their window was to escape before they hauled both of them back into that awful place. 

“I’m just trying to state a fact!” Callahan defended, throwing his hands up in defense. 

The chief rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled before looking between Callahan and Powell. “Will you please take a statement?” They nodded and he moved to return to his office.  

“What’d this girl look like?” Callahan asked, opening a little notepad he pulled from his pocket. 

The young boy didn’t meet the officer’s eyes and stared at his shoes instead. “She had no hair and was bleeding from her nose, like a freak.” 

Sunshine felt herself sink further down into the rabbit hole was that Hawkins. Too many people knew about her, too many. They weren’t running out of time; they were out of it already. She needed to find her and get the hell out of there before they never escaped.  

Any plan that involved helping those strangers slipped from her mind. Maybe it was selfish to abandon her promise, but she had only agreed to help because she thought maybe Eleven had been taken by the same creature. There was more at stake for the two of them. There were people out there who knew about them, and what they could do, and Sunshine could feel the Lab’s looming presence hanging over her. They were closing in; they had to be. Sunshine made a promise to Eleven long before she made one to the residents of Hawkins. 

“What’d you just say?” the chief asked, returning to the child and his mother’s conversation. 

“I said she’s a freak.” 

“No, her hair. What’d you say about her hair?” 

The kid glanced at his mother, who silently urged him to speak. He sighed and his cheeks flushed pink. “Her head was shaved. She doesn’t even look like a girl. A-And…and she can do things.” 

Sunshine's hands shook, despite one of them still being held by Nancy. She felt the brunette’s gaze burn into the side of her face, but Sunshine couldn’t pull her eyes away from the kid with a broken arm.  

“What kind of things?” the chief asked. 

“Like make you fly. And…” he paused. “And piss yourself.”

Callahan sorted, “What?” 

Stepping closer to the kid, the chief asked, “Was she alone?” 

“No, she was hanging out with those losers.”

“Losers? What losers? I need names, kid. Now.”  

With another sigh, the kid listed off a set of four names. “Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, and Mike Wheeler.”  

Beside Sunshine, Nancy’s eyes widened before she muttered, “Oh, shit.” 

She hardly heard Nancy over the heating of her own heart. Sucking in a shallow, uneven breath, Sunshine allowed her own panic to cloud her rational thinking. The only thing on her mind was finding her sister. So, she did the one thing she hadn’t stopped doing since she escaped the Lab that week; Sunshine ran. 

Bee-lining for the front entrance, she shot out into the parking lot and bit down on her tongue, hard, to stop herself from crying. Her sore legs burned, and her eyes stung; she wanted to scream. Everything inside and out of her ached. 

The bottoms of her feet her still nastily cut up, not allowing her to move as fast as she needed to. Before she was even halfway across the parking, a hand clamped down around her wrist and pulled her to a harsh stop. 

A startled gasp fell from her lips as she spun around to meet the police chief and the rest of the group close behind him. 

Sunshine struggled to pull her wrist from his grasp, yelling, “Let me go! Don’t touch me!” Her voice was laced with an unnerving amount of fear; so much so that it caused him to drop his hold. She stumbled backward and held her arms close to her chest which heaved with each breath she took. 

“I need you to calm down,” he said, but her whole body trembled. Sunshine's mind raced too fast for her to keep up with. Once again, she felt held underwater with no hope of reaching the surface.  

“That girl the kid was talking about, you know her, yes?” 

She nodded slowly, her eyes drifting past him and onto Nancy and Jonathan. “I have to find her. B-Before they do.” 

“They? Who’s they?” the chief asked.

Nancy stepped closer to the two, eyes full of sympathy and worry. “The bad men, right?” 

“S-She’s in trouble,” Sunshine croaked out, on the verge of crying. “We’re in trouble.” 

“All of those kids are in trouble until we find them. But we can’t do that without you, understand?” Sunshine frowned. “We’re on the same side here, kid. We’re fighting the same people.” 

He sounded unsure of his own words, and she knew why. He had no idea who exactly they were dealing with. None of them had a clue, aside from her and Eleven. They had spent nearly their entire lives entangled with the Lab and the bad men inside. They knew the lengths they’d go to in order to cover up their series of mistakes.  

Jonathan’s mother offered Sunshine a careful smile, but her eyes remained wary. “We aren’t going to hurt you, sweetie. He’s right, we just want to help and find my son.”

Looking between the two adults with eyes full of skepticism, she frowned.  

Sunshine didn’t believe them, but she did need to find her sister in a town that she was a stranger to, with all of the odds stacked against them. If they could just lead her to Eleven, she wouldn’t have to follow through with whatever the rest of their plan was; she could grab her sister and leave. 

She didn’t like the idea of going with them, but she knew her odds were better. 

With slumped shoulders, Sunshine mulled over it as she ran her hands down the length of her face, smearing the makeup Nancy had used to cover up the new and healing bruises that adorned her face.  

They knew Hawkins; they knew how to find the group of kids Eleven was with. That gave them an advantage over Sunshine. 

“Okay,” she sighed after a while. 

The group visibly relaxed at her agreement. 

“All right,” the chief said before he turned to Nancy. “Now, where is your brother?” 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably at home?” 

“Then let's go.” 

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I'm very sorry for everything you and your family have been enduring lately, life is really tough

Now I'm gonna be the stupid bitch i really am and ask you a dumb question about Chris... Has he ever really lived with a woman for extended periods of time?? I really thought he'd lived w jessica but you kinda made it clear he didn't. What about the rest?? And bonus annoying question, do you really think he's living in ATL with voldemort?? Some blogs are really pushing that narrative, but i don't see a man so set in his ways change that much in a matter of months... thanks for being here

I really don't know if he and Jess "lived together" in the way most of us think of "living together," ie: true cohabitation. First, both were working alot while they were together, in very different locations. If you look at his career between 2001-2006 while they were together, he spent a lot of it in Vancouver. Over that time he filmed Perfect Score, Fierce People, Fantastic Four 1 & 2 up there. Then he spent basically five months living in the UK in 2005 to film Sunshine. It's interesting to me that they broke up after the one time they worked together in an L.A. based production (Cellular). So it seems like being around one another for that extra time became a stressor. But, you know, who knows what the whole situation was there.

He and Minka did not live together between 2012-2013. She'd basically come over for a few nights, then go back to her own house in WEHO. (LOL, there were pap photos.) It was basically just regular dating from the way everything looked. Serious, but not living together serious, that level.

Jenny baited a lot to make people think she was living with him. She wasn't. Not in L.A., not in MA, not in ATL. But yet people do continue to incorrectly say they did live together. Once again, it was like Minka; she'd stay for a few nights, but then had to leave. And what made all that interesting was the fact that she was basically "homeless" after she left her husband. She'd crash with her parents and her friends, her sister in NYC, production provided housing while filming, and then she'd have a couple of nights here and there with him in either MA or L.A. But she never got to just stay with him for extended periods. It honestly doesn't look like that's ever happened, from what little can be pieced together (NOTE: this is high supposition on my part, and fandom's part).

So, no I don't think Little Miss Dirty Grout has been living with him long-term in ATL or MA. Because he doesn't seem to want that from any woman in his life.

Good luck to his future spouse! They're going to have to buy a different house with two different wings so that they can act like they live two different places.

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Fluorite side profile :0 WITH GOLD ACCENTS! :O

Fluorite info dump!!

Fluorite was born from a rich family their mother being a stay at home business woman and their father being a astrologist, they where actually a rainbow child and their parents loved them so very much but one day while fluorite was off at school their parents mansion was burned down by some villains along with the maids, chefs, and their parents, they where given to their aunt where they turned their cousin into a half bird half bat creature and was kicked out, they walked the streets with their stuffed alien plushy that their mother had made for them for their love of space but while walking the streets they ran into two thugs and where almost taken because of their parents when Edward, who is a well known villain in the city and made them stop when he relized it was a child he took them in and raise flourite as his own because he always wanted a child but no one would let him adopt, after a while flourite got excepted into a top science school meeting some friends and Cassiopeia, them and Cassiopeia dated their entire college year and moved in together but flourite descovered a element that can stop the aging process only very very slowly and started to make a elixir to stop aging but the side effect is that flourite would slowly and slowly get more paranoid and insane and became a villain like Edward l because of their power, but during that accidently killed 3 innocent people that where young and when they relized that they where young they started to feel paranoid from the guilt and started to see their ghosts so flourite stole their body’s and started to make them as experiments of half human half creature, Cassiopeia found out and flourite showed their true self while going more and more insane while speaking and in self defense Cassiopeia grabbed a knife and slashed fluorite’s eye and ran out never talking to flourite again, after that they tried drinking the elixir but caused the elixir to burn half of their mouth loosing one of their canines, after all that they met ac which crashed landed into the roof of their apartment and took care of ac because it reminded them of their plushy their mother made them after a while flourite met ginevra, they fell in love because ginerva acted like Cassiopeia soon started to date Cassiopeia found out and just didn’t care and kept to them selfs (that’s all I have now)

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Top Pilot Pt. 3

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Avengers x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fantasy, celestial shit

Warnings: mention of death, panic

Wordcount: 2457

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Summary: Y/n almost dies and some girl safes her, but is that really just some girl? And who is that man that this girl refers to as "her father"? The pilot will experience new stuff and see things she's never seen in her entire, mundane life.

A/n: I wrote this about a year ago and tbh, you can see how much my style of writing changed. F.e. I wrote Stupid Sunshine (A Shuri x fem!Reader os, I recommend reading it, haha) a few days ago and it just changed- I'm so sorry that the plot sounds so terribly messed up because the sentences sound so weird but that's because I'm not speaking English anymore in my daily life and switched to completely German TT. Please bare with me and enjoy the story.

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They were about an hour or so away from the base, the copilots didn’t notice the unknown flight object, when it was the same height and Y/n’s jet, she saw it.

„Guys, identify please.“ She ordered but none of them answered. 

Y/n turned around to see if she was alone, next to her some unknown aircraft and she had no weapons at all. 

„I’m prepared to sacrifice my life, I would gladly do it twice.“ She hummed and started flying her signature move, the black jet now close behind her. She saw the last glimpse of sub when a rocket hit the engine and the plane started sinking. 

“I’m gonna die, fuck man.” She whispered and grabbed the necklace around her neck with the small garnet in the middle, a gift from her best friend Jason. 

“Man I even told Peter I’m not gonna die on the Air Force, look where I am now.” She chuckled to himself, still holding the small gem in her now sweaty hand. It would’ve been a lie if she said he wasn’t scared, he was, as hell, but she knew she did a lot of good things in her life so she didn’t need to worry about going to hell.

And then, the jet touched the ground and crashed with a loud thud. Y/n could swear she smelled fire right before the engine exploded and got thrown a few metres away from the scenery, I might even say she was lucky it did. She also swore nobody knew how this felt. If she had to think about the number of pilots that died in accidents, her brain hurt. 

It wasn’t a lot but despite the fact that none of them survived them she basically hoped to just die there in the sand, fire and broken parts of the raptor all around her but as the unconsciousness didn’t set in tears slowly pooled from her eyes. It just meant that she wouldn’t die. By the way how her legs were trapped between the ground and a heavy piece of the jet’s wing and the pain, she believed if anyone found her here she would end up in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. 

She didn’t even know how the time ran but when she could see someone walking up to the accident site her heart dropped. Right now she just wanted to die and no one should save her, she didn’t want to face all of the after effects of an accident this heavy anymore. Maybe it was her destiny to die, otherwise that accident wouldn’t have happened.

The person came closer and at one point she was able to make out that the person was a female with golden, shiny hair that was the last thing she saw when her already blurry sight became worse and she passed out.

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White. 

Everywhere white. 

The walls were- There were no walls. 

No sky, no landscape, just white. 

She looked down and recognized that she was definitely in her own body, only her attire was now more of a white sheet wrapped around her frame. 

“Where am I?” 

The words echoed back and forth; the room was empty. In front of her dust started materializing and the woman with the golden hair which she saw earlier, when she went unconscious appeared. 

“You’re Y/n, right?” She asked, widely smiling at her to which the girl just nodded. 

“Am I dead?” 

“Oh no, love. You’re healing at Zacaber, with us. I’m Irma and my king sent me to earth to help you.” She said and Y/n just shook her head. 

“No, no, no no no no! I must be dead, this place looks like I’m dead!” Her voice broke and she sunk to the ground, sobbing. Where the fuck could Zacaber even be, it at least didn’t look like a planet or something, because which planet could be this chokingly white? Couldn’t be a hospital though because they have walls- 

But so called Irma just laughed at her behavior and pulled her back up her feet without even a touch. 

“You were nearly dead, that’s true, but we didn’t save you because you were just almost dead, your soul wasn’t ready to die. My father is the guardian of the dead and he didn’t want to collect your soul just yet. We will revive you but there’s one condition.” 

She didn’t stop smiling and it started scaring Y/n. I mean don’t you think it’s scary if someone you don’t know tells you her father is a god and tells you that they’ll be able to give you your life back but she smiles creepily and mentions a special condition? 

I think that’s scary as shit. 

“You’ll become his first daughter and a goddess.” 

She was shocked, indeed. Not everyone offers you on a simple day day to become a heir of a throne and also a goddess, that’s cool to be honest and she didn’t see any reasons to disagree. 

“Okay.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah I said I’m okay with it, let’s do it.” 

She started laughing and so did Irma and then she woke up. Was it all just a dream? The people surrounding her definitely didn’t approve of her hopes because these people looked pretty real.

“She’s awake…” 

Whispered someone and somehow it was so audible, it scared the shit out of the young woman.

“Gorgeous, hiss guys, I gotta great my princess.” 

And suddenly she saw Irma, and she looked definitely like a goddess, her skin was pale like porcelain and her teeth white and sharp. 

“Hey princess!” She smiled and exposed her extremely brilliant grin, patting her shoulder. 

“Look at you, you look all fresh!” 

“Huh?” 

She stood up and searched for a mirror, which she found soon and her mouth left a gasp when she looked at herself. Her usual hair colour was gone and the white looked extremely good on her. An intensive blue shone from her eyes and her sight was way better than before. The teeth looked just the same as Irma’s and she also liked it. 

The first time in years she felt worth living and confident enough to go outside without wanting to change. 

She started to feel like this when she was in middle school, always being the oldest one and getting mocked for it. When she graduated, she didn’t feel good either because she always thought she’s too much. 

But looking at herself now made her wonder if people always saw her like that. 

“I look pretty-“ She breathed out and made Irma laugh again – as if she thought everything that comes out of her mouth is funny – and nodded. “Of course you do! You’re a goddess!” 

She gave her the exact same brilliant grin she gave her a few minutes ago and shook her head, laughing. 

“I don’t know how you did that but I feel like I know you all my life but honestly- I’ve never seen or met a goddess and I didn’t know your kind is so damn pretty.” She stated, but Irma just wiggled her finger in front of the newbies head.

“Our kind is damn pretty.”

Their sarcasm was gorgeous and matched which made her really feel like Irma and her had a deep connection, the sudden boost of confidence made her almost jump at how confident she even sounded. 

“You are, princess, you are. Now come, young one.” She commanded and led her outside and to her surprise, the surroundings were more than just beautiful. 

Everywhere there were flowers, large trees and people walking around, it looked like a city in the movies, with the high skyscrapers, even children ran around and had fun. 

“This looks like paradise.” She smiled and Irma stopped, nodding. 

“It is paradise for all of them, look at their ears, they’re not like us.” She gestured to one of the people, a male. 

And his ears looked like elves ears. 

“They’re elves, right?” 

“Where did you know?” 

“They are famous as fantasy creatures and often displayed in stories.” 

She mentioned and Irma nodded. 

“Thanks for telling me.” And she started walking further, looking over her shoulder to Y/n every now and then. 

“Your father found them lost and brought them here, they were thankful and now he’s their king. It’s that easy.” 

They entered a big hall, on the sides were paintings in every colour, elves walked around carrying plates and other things and all of them had really expensive looking attire with gold and such things. 

“Wow- This is amazing!” She muttered and followed Irma until they entered a big room with golden walls, a tall golden ceiling, the never-ending paintings on the walls were still prominent. 

“And what’s this here?” She asked under her breath, fortunately Irma was still able to hear it. 

“This is our king- your fathers place. Sorry, I’m not used to it having a princess yet, I’m sorry.” She still smiled at the ex-pilot and she just shook her head, no. 

“It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry.” Her sudden turn in intentions was evident and so did Irma notice. 

At first, she may not have said it, because she thought it’s suspicious that suddenly someone rescued her and was a bit wary about what she told Irma but when they both stepped outside together, all worries were washed away. 

They were on a planet with living creatures, she wasn’t dead and by the way her veins shone golden in the light, she definitely was a goddess now, even if she didn’t notice this until now. 

Irma guided the new princess to a big door, with a painting of an older man, maybe middle-aged to Y/n, and a tall woman with golden hair, could’ve been Irma in Y/n’s eyes. The same man sat on the throne that both of them were approaching and he smiled, no, he looked genuinely happy. 

“My princess, great to greet you here. Y/n, how’ve you been?” He asked and shook the younger females hand. 

“Actually quite well, thank you.” She replied, still a bit stunned. 

”I hope the general was at least nice to you, right?” He laughed and Irma made an offensive looking face and chuckled. 

“She’s been very nice, don’t worry.” The girl nodded and patted the slightly older one’s shoulder. 

“Okay that’s great, she can be really weird sometimes. But that’s a different story. You shall follow one of servants, they’ll show you the way to your room.” -

After a few days of settling in, Y/n started to learn things about her powers, mostly from Irma and the king. 

She also found out that one day on Zacaber equals two on earth and after realising she already spent a week on the at first unknown planet, he knew that she was basically missing on earth for already two weeks. 

“Irma!” She called out after a training session, running after her and making her stop. 

“Can I ask you something?” She asked while not looking at her general.

“Sure.” 

“I’ve been wondering if I could return to earth someday, you know…” Her voice crackling, she still had friends there. She promised to do things with Peters the student was afraid to do by himself and now she was just- gone.

“This is a tough question dear princess. You shall follow me, we have something to discuss.” The shift in her mood was obvious and it made the woman worry. They walked into the dining room and sat down on the table, Irma next to her.

“It is possible, yes. But your father isn’t happy about this, you must know.” And suddenly, Y/n was determined to know. It seemed to be kind of illegal but she needed to go back. Peter was there, her pets, May, the Air Force.

“Irma, this is really important. I have that friend on earth and he means a lot to me-“ “I know. You shall not worry, I believe we can do something about it.” She smiled. One thing about her that Y/n loved was the fact that Irma’s smile was the truest one she knew. Her brilliant white teeth made it even better. It was perfect that she even had a girlfriend and at some point as Irma’s princess, Y/n met Milly. She was a lovely girl, a pretty elf.

After a few months, Y/n got called to her father, or so called king. When she entered the thone hall, her father already smiled at him. 

“Y/n, dear daughter! This day is very important for you.” He spoke and greeted his child while holding a black orb in his hand. “Hello father. I didn’t know, what is it?”

“Today you’ll be a full goddess. I’m giving you the ability to control the space between the dead and alive. You’re the goddess of decisions and afterlife. You’re now six months here on Zacaber, I think you’re ready to live your life, travel around and do your job.” He said, his expression was serious, no. He was serious. This was serious.

Panic. How should she handle this? No idea, if this even was the right time to ask if she was able to go to earth, but what she didn’t know is that Debracain was able to read her thoughts. “Yes, you are. But take it slow, they might not recognize you. I am proud of you my daughter, Y/n, goddess of decisions and afterlife, destruction may happen if you do not care. Start your journey to earth, I will not force you to stay here but you must at least visit and update me. I allow you to go to earth, meet your friends and do the things you wanted to when you were still young back then. If something is urgent for you and your responsibilities as a god, it will call you to the castle of your thoughts and decisions.” His monologue ended and Y/n nodded but couldn’t resist hugging him.

“Thanks father. I will now go and travel to earth.” Her smile was wide and she looked so proud in the white clothing, flowing in the wind and softly hugging her slightly muscular frame, making her look not just like a goddess, even more. But that was going to change.

She raced back to her chambers, almost tripping and pulling some of the servants down with her, heart almost pounding in her ears. She entered the room and accidently slammed the doors and laughed out of adrenaline.  “I’ve been planning this for so long.” She pulled her black clothes over, consisting of a black tight shirt with shoulder armour and black pants with a belt, some weapons attached and a little hair clip. 

The journey back to earth will start now. 

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For a little bit of sunshine - Chapter 7

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary: He is one of the country’s best naval aviators, she is a dance instructor and a writer. He has been called back to Top Gun for an extremely dangerous mission, she is battling her insecurities. They meet at a bar. This is their story.

Relationships: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female OC

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6

Chapter summary: After she learns about Admiral Kazansky's death, Maggie gets two phone calls: one from her mother and another one from Rooster.

Warnings: Mention of death, some swearing

Songs: It’s Not Too Late by Phil Collins, Never Too Late by Elton John

Word count: 2237

A/N: Actually, this chapter isn't really about Maggie's relationship with Rooster, but rather the latter's relationship with Maverick. And we meet Maggie's mother for the first time. Also, this chapter serves as a checkpoint to keep in mind where we are in the movie's plot as this story is parallel to that (at least, for now). And when Maggie mentions Phil Collins and Elton John, she is referring to the fact that Phil Collins has a song titled "It's Not Too Late" and Elton John has one titled "Never Too Late."

Chapter 7 - Never too late

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of our commander, Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky.

Maggie Rose Miller stopped scrolling on Facebook when she saw this post. Her heart sank as she read the full announcement. It happened on the same day Phoenix and Bob crashed with a bird and had to eject from their jet. They were okay, but had to spend the night in the hospital under observation. They were about to meet that night, but Phoenix texted her that she couldn't make it due to that accident. Maggie felt relieved that they were fine, but reading that their jet crashed was a smaller shock for her. They almost lost a third member of the team as well: Coyote, Hangman’s roommate who lost his consciousness due to the high gravitational force in the cockpit, as Phoenix told her. It happened right before they hit that bird. 

First came the news about Phoenix and Bob, and now the announcement of Admiral Kazansky's death. Even though she didn't know him much, she was shaken by his passing. Maggie befriended his daughter in college as they were neighbors in the dorm, but became more distant since Magda had got married and moved to Boston. And Frank, his son, was a friend of Henry's and Maggie made the routine for the opening dance at their wedding.

Once she overcame the initial shock, she texted Magda to express her condolences and ask if she needed any help with anything, still astonished by the news. However, she had hardly put her phone down, it started ringing. Thinking that it was Magda, she quickly grabbed it again, then raised a brow when she saw the word “Mom” on the screen. They had already spoken earlier that day when she still didn’t know about Phoenix and Bob or the admiral. What did she want?

“Hi, Mom, what’s up?”

“Have you heard about Admiral Kazansky?” she asked.

“Just read the news,” Maggie replied. “So sad.”

“How’s Magda?”

“I don’t know, she hasn’t replied to my text yet. She must be devastated.”

Maggie heard her mother sigh before she continued:

“I wanted to ask you a huge favor.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t go to the funeral. I will be in Washington for a conference,” she told her.

“I thought you canceled that trip,” Maggie said.

“In the end I didn’t,” the other woman replied. “Well, I couldn’t. I will be the chair of the Physics in Defense session.”

“Right, I’ll go and feed the dogs,” Maggie nodded.

“It’s not just the dogs,” she said. “Dad wants to send a wreath, and since I won’t be here, I wanted to ask you to take care of it.”

“Of course.”

Being deployed, her father must have felt sad he wouldn’t be able to attend the funeral. 

He always talked highly of Admiral Kazansky, both as an officer and a pilot. However, the picture Maggie had in her mind of the admiral was him smiling proudly walking Magda down the aisle on her wedding day. Or how happy he was when he danced with his daughter at the reception.

“Thank you, it will be a big help,” Her mother told her.

“No problem,” Maggie said with a small smile. “Has Dad sent anything to you about what kind of wreath he wants?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll ask him later, then,” she said, being sure that she would receive a very elaborate description of the wreath he wanted and then he would ask her to send photos of it before taking it to the cemetery.

“Thank you so much, darling, it’ll mean a lot to him.”

After saying goodbye to her mother, Maggie noticed she had a new message. She thought it must have been Magda, but she was wrong again.

"Can I call you?" Rooster wrote. "I need someone to talk to."

Realizing that she wouldn't be able to work on her novel anyway, she wrote back a yes.

"Are you okay?" she asked once she accepted the call.

"Not really, no," the aviator replied and he sounded sad and weary, which made her worried.

"Is it because of Phoenix, Bob and Coyote?" she wondered. Knowing how close they were with Phoenix, it must have been shocking for him as well.

"Yes, and Ice… I mean, Admiral Kazansky. Have you heard that he's gone?"

"I've just read the announcement. Did you know him well?"

"He was at Top Gun with my dad," he told her.

Oh yes, Maggie remembered that picture in the station: Him, Rooster's dad, and Captain Mitchell standing next to each other in the group photo.

"Was he a friend of your family?" she asked.

"Kind of, yes. Although he mostly came with Maverick… Captain Mitchell, that is. He always brought model planes," he told her. "You know, the ones you have to build yourself."

"Oh yeah, we had those, too, but with ships," she said with a nod. Charles Miller wasn't impressed when he saw that carrier ship painted baby blue with stickers on it, but Maggie liked it a lot.

"I was very bad at building those as a kid," he admitted. "And he wasn't much better than me. It was a waste of time and glue, to be honest," he added with a small chuckle. "I remember him trying to get those small plastic pieces off his hand before the glue dried and making an effort not to swear in front of me. It took me a while to figure out what 'flying horseship' actually meant."

"Flying horseship?" Maggie echoed with a small laugh.

It might have been inappropriate and disrespectful, but she couldn't help imagining Admiral Kazansky saying 'flying horseship' when hitting the doorframe in the dorm, carrying Magda's boxes.

"I thought it was a hydroplane designed to transport horses, but when I asked Maverick, he just started laughing and said: 'it's fucking horseshit, kid.' And you could see Iceman doing a facepalm in the background."

A smile touched Rooster’s lips as he recalled the picture. His mother was there, too, laughing - she could never be angry with Maverick, no matter what he said or did. How strange it felt that none of them were a part of his life anymore. Or at least not in the way they used to be, as Carole and now Iceman were gone and Maverick betrayed him. The smile slowly faded as his heart became heavier and heavier.

He remembered that he reached out to Iceman for help when Maverick pulled his papers for the Academy, but he told him he couldn't. Rooster accused him that he just didn’t want to because Maverick told him that he, Rooster, wasn't ready. The memory still made his muscles tense and woke up his anger. Well, the joke was on them, he thought, because now he was flying, too. He had to take the long way round, but he eventually got there.

The last time he spoke to Iceman was after his graduation from Top Gun. He came to shake his hand and Rooster just said a polite ‘thank you’ and that was all. He heard the news about his illness, but didn’t follow what was going on with it, he admitted to Maggie. That was why his death shocked him so much. And that wasn’t the worst.

“I was with Maverick, when Warlock… Admiral Bates came with the news,” he told her. “He almost lost three of the team today, and now this.”

Tears stung his eyes as he recalled the picture of the fastest, most daring pilot collapsing into a chair, unable to say a word or even breathe. Rooster could swear he heard his heart breaking in the silence that followed Warlock’s announcement. It wasn’t Iceman’s death that hit him the most, it was Maverick’s reaction to it. He felt a lump in his throat he couldn’t swallow ever since. It was still there, making his voice creak as he spoke.

“With Iceman he lost everyone,” he continued. “He has no-one left, he is totally alone.”

And he not-so-kindly reminded him about that, right before the news. He deserved it, he thought with his hand clenching into a fist. It was his choice. No-one asked him to be alone like that. However, he couldn’t ignore that growing feeling inside him that wrenched his heart. Guilt. For telling Maverick that no-one would mourn him which couldn’t be more true now that Iceman was gone.

Maggie knew that Maverick had pulled out Rooster’s application for the Academy and that he hadn’t spoken to him ever since. She also knew he felt betrayed by him, the man who was the closest thing he had to a father; and listening to him now she figured out that he still cared a lot about the aviator. More than he admitted it - even to himself. She could tell that Maverick's reaction shocked him more than the actual news.

“Perhaps he isn’t that alone,” she said softly.

“If you think I’m going to forgive him because of Iceman’s death, you’re wrong!” Rooster spoke; louder and sharper than he should. Maggie didn’t know how it felt to be betrayed by someone he looked up to, she just couldn’t know that. Yet she was still implying that he should forgive Maverick - or at least that was what he understood.

Maggie’s eyes teared up hearing Rooster’s last words, and she opened her mouth to apologize, but then she realized there was nothing she should be sorry for.

“Hey!” She snapped back. “I know you’re upset, but there’s no need to bite my head off. I didn’t say you should forgive him. I just said that he might not be as alone as you think.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” he asked.

“There are other people in his life, not just you,” Maggie pointed out. “Recently I saw him quite a lot with Penny Benjamin, the owner of The Hard Deck. That’s what I meant.”

This wasn’t the entire truth, but it seemed that the aviator wasn’t ready to face his feelings yet.

Rooster let out a small sigh. He felt bad for yelling at Maggie; she didn’t deserve it. And she was right: there were other people in Maverick’s life; friends he didn’t know about, although probably none of them was as close to him as Iceman and his father had been.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’m not sure Penny Benjamin was the best example, though,” he added after a short silence.

“Why?”

“Women were never his forte,” he told her.

“Who knows, he might have changed,” she said.

“He? Never,” Rooster shook his head, but he had to admit that the man preparing them for the mission was not the same one who stopped him from applying to the Academy.

“What did you do when Warlock came in?” Maggie wondered.

“Said condolences and left,” he replied. “I didn’t really know what else I could have done. After what he did to me, I couldn’t just sit down with him, could I?” He felt his voice going creaky again, so he decided to stop talking. 

Maggie pressed her lips together, not being sure what to say. She had never seen - well, heard Rooster being so vulnerable before. She was glad he opened up to her, but she also knew that it happened only because he probably didn’t want to disturb Phoenix who had enough trouble for this day. She realized with a wrenching heart that just like Maverick, Rooster was alone as well. 

“He took four years of my life, because he thought I wasn’t ready to fly! And he keeps telling me that even now! But I’m ready. I know I am.”

Maggie understood his anger, but keeping in mind how dangerous that mission was, she could understand Maverick’s concerns as well. She took a deep breath before she started to speak:

“Perhaps he just doesn’t want to lose you, too,” she said softly.

“Too late,” Rooster shook his head. “He already did.”

He tried to swallow the lump again, but there was no use.

“It’s up to you what you do with this, but I think it’s still not too late,” she continued.

“Trust me, it is.”

“Phil Collins and Elton John say it’s never too late,” she said, half-joking.

“They are wrong.”

“One of them might be, but both Phil Collins and Elton John? That’s impossible,” Maggie stated. “But as I said, it’s all up to you.”

“Thank you, Maggie,” Rooster said after a short silence. He didn’t agree with her, but he didn’t want to yell at her again. She was just trying to help. It wasn’t her fault that this relationship was beyond repair.

“No problem,” she said, smiling.

***

Her words were echoing in his head a few hours later as he was staring at his phone’s screen with his thumb hovering over the ‘Send’ button. It wasn’t a long message: five words only: I’m so sorry for Iceman. ‘Phil Collins and Elton John say it’s never too late.’ Then he remembered Maverick telling him he wasn’t ready and he shook his head. You are all wrong, he thought and deleted the message.

A few days later, at the gathering after Iceman’s funeral, Maggie spotted Maverick standing outside, watching the stars. Then she saw someone walking to him: a tall man with a mustache, holding a bottle of beer. It seemed Elton and Phil were right after all.

Chapter 8

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