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zentraex · 2 months

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Summary: You made a lot mistakes in your new job, but do you regret them? Nope, not a bit. But who can blame you for it? If you wouldn't have done them, you never would have met this pretty boy.

Remember: German Grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Pairing: Francis Mosses (doppelganger) x gn! Reader

(A/N): I usually write for mha, but this men dominates my fyp on TikTok and I can't stop grinning like an idiot about all this fanarts. My men is just too attractive for his own good. Nevertheless, Tumblr has too few fanfictions for him, so I had to do it myself. Still, I am not that proud about how it turned out. It certainly sounded better in my head, but I don't care. One shitty fanficion is better than none.

Art by @asteriscks on TikTok

This game is not mine, but Ignacio Alvarado. I also used phrases from the game.

Mistakes? Yes, but no regrets.

It's been a week since you started working for D.D.D as a doorman.

You can remember your first day so well, it could have been yesterday.

Well... probably because your life is constantly at stake.

It started with a mistake that you ended up here. It was completely unexpected since you always made sure, that you sent your rent to the right account.

Surely no one can blame you for a small typo, right?

Well, your landlord, who kept pounding on your door until you woke up, surely did.

"What?" you asked, annoyed, as you opened the door.

"When do you plan to finally pay your bill? The date has already been overdue for two weeks!" he complains.

What?

"Sorry, but I've already transferred my money to you."

"Well, I didn't get anything. Do you still have the receipt for the transfer?"

"No..."

You already knew what that meant: double payment.

"Look, today, I'll transfer it to your account again, okay? If it doesn't work this time, it's not my fault."

You were about to close the door, but your landlord had other plans when he held the door open with his foot.

"No no no. You will give me the money now. I don’t trust you. Why would you transfer it to me today, when it should have happened two weeks ago. You will give it to me now."

Your eyes widened.

Now?

"But I don't have that much money in my hand? Who's got that?"

"Then I'll have to kick you out for now. But don't worry, no one is going to buy an apartment here anytime soon, so you can move right back in as soon as you give me the money."

Staring stunned at his smiling face you could have sworn you were about to hit him.

"The keys?"

With watery eyes, you grabbed your keys, placed them in his outstretched hand, and frowned.

What kind of person had such sharp fingernails as he does?

You were sure that he could definitely have stabbed someone with them.

Thank God, I didn't hit him.

"When do you plan to give me the money? I've heard that all banks closed today. Some kind of holiday among them, I've heard."

What!?

How were you going to get through the day today? You intentionally left everything in your apartment since you were so sure that you could have given the money to your landlord in a matter of minutes.

"You’re telling me this now!?"

"If you had paid, you wouldn’t need to know."

That filthy bastard.

No matter how angry you were at that moment, your panic was overweighting.

What were you going to do now?

Shit.

"Man, I really wouldn't want to be in your situation...", the landlord murmured.

Fuck the nails- This guy deserves a punch.

Just as you raised your fist, he speaks again.

"But maybe we can agree on something.

Then you stopped.

"The D.D.D., which is responsible for the safety of all residents in this area, is looking for doormans. Ours has recently...quitted, which is why we are urgently looking for one. They pay three times the amount of your rent in a week. If you take the job, I can overlook your sloppiness this time."

Three times your rent? In a week? And for what? To sit there and check a few documents. You'd be crazy not to take the offer!

"Okay. I'll do it. Where can I apply?"

"Don't worry, I'll sort it out for you. Tomorrow, you can start”

Looking back, it should have been clear to you that something was wrong. Starting with the sudden his sudden threat, the fingernails and this stupid story about the holiday of the banks.

Maybe it was just because you were too panicked at that moment to think rationally.

But let’s be true here: when are you thinking rationally? If you did, you would certainly have quitted after your first day.

"Welcome and congratulations on your new job."

After watching the short video, a man in the yellow suit came to your window. You are so shocked that you can’t even answer.

I'm going to die today!

After all, you know it yourself: you're too gullible for the job. There's no chance you'll unmask a doppelganger who copies someone well.

“As you could see on the introductory film, your job is to verify the entry of the neighbors of your building. Each day there will be a list of individuals who will request entry to the building. It is possible that there are individuals who request entry and aren’t on the list. In which case you will mark on the checklist that they are not on the list and proceed to question the individual. Also, you must verify that the ID and the entry reqest are correct and have the respective D.D.D. logo. Don’t forget to also check the expiration on the IDs. Remember it’s Febuary 1955."

Your gaze wanders to the note that was stuck to the wall.

Arnold Schmicht F02 – 01

Anastacha Mikaelys F02 – 04

Robertsky Peachman F01 – 02

Steven Rudboys F03 – 03

Mia Stone F03 – 01

Rafttellyn Cappuccin F03 – 04

Admittedly, you don't know any of your neighbors, neither by character nor really by sight. You were never the type to care about your neighbors.

"I wish you good luck."

C’mon Reader, be like Henry…

But better.

The first inhabitant was Mia Stone and you already started to sweat.

"Good evening."

Was she real? Was she a doppelganger?

With shaky hands, you reached for her ID and entry pass, only to find that everything was fine. She was also on today's list and her appearance doesn't show any deviations either, right?

Just to be sure, you looked into the folder that described her appearance:

Long hair

Small round nose

She has freckles

...

Freckles?

Your eyes wandered again to the woman in front of you, who was waiting patiently behind the window.

You narrowed your eyes a little and leaned forward to get a better view of her.

No matter how long you stared at her, you didn't see them, her freckles.

"You look different...", you murmur after a while.

"What's wrong with my appearance? I think everything is fine with my appearance."

Her photo on her ID and Entry Pass both have no freckles.

Perhaps a mistake on the part of the D.D.D.?

You're about to press the green button, but then you see her grinning slightly out of the corner of your eye.

Shit.

She almost had you. You're really not made for this job.

Your hand slammed hard against the red button, causing the siren to blare and the metal window to crash down.

"3312," you murmur to yourself.

"You have contacted the D.D.D.. A group of agents has been sent to your building. Please wait for the cleaning protocol to run."

Cleaning protocol?

What happens to those who were cleaned? They certainly won't be killed, will they?

What if they will?

What if your judgment was wrong?

What if...

Your thoughts were interrupted as the siren fell silent and the metal window went up, only to reveal the yellow man.

"Cleaning protocol completed. You can continue your job."

It took a while until someone finally came again.

This time, your heart was pounding faster. Significantly faster. And this time, you can't even say for sure that it's all out of fear.

Milkman...

You definitely can't deny it: he's probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen.

You don't even have to look at today's checklist to tell he's not on it – a face like his would have caught your eye right away.

"Francis Mosses, huh?" you murmured to yourself as you looked at his ID. "You're not on today's list."

"I’m not on today’s list because I had to leave due to an emergency."

Long nose

Thin chin

Tired eyes

Short hair

Wears a hat

It all fit. The only thing left now was a call.

Just as you began to spin the wheel of the phone, he said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you here before."

"Yes, today is my first day."

"Must be hard, huh? I've heard that more and more doppelgangers are appearing and they are becoming more and more error-free. It would be a shame if such a pretty face as yours were to disappear forever."

Your cheeks turn red and suddenly you feel shyer than you actually are.

"B-But your job has to be hard as well. I didn't think that being a milkman would rob you so much sleep."

Francis smiles a little. So little that you almost didn't see it at all.

"It's not. I just stay up for a very long time. If you like, I can bring you some milk sometime. It's refreshing, calms the nerves."

You bite your lip slightly when you have to refrain from a question.

What milk do you mean exactly?

My God, why were you just such a sucker for handsome men?

"I'd be delighted, Francis."

You talked to him for a while and you quickly forgot that you were actually going to call someone.

"I'd like to talk to you more, but I don't want to stop you from your work. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Reader?"

And you quickly forgot that you never told him your name.

You pressed the green button.

"Shh," whispered the voice of Francis next to your ear.

It was your third day, your third time to change shift.

Well, it usually would have been.

Your vision and mouth were blocked by the bloody hands of the doppelganger who claimed to be Francis.

He had killed the doorman, that should have taken over your shift.

You had to admit, that you were more than inconsiderate. After all, you didn't ask for his entry pass, nor the reason why he wasn't on today's list.

"I'll let you go now, yeah? No wrong move, okay?"

He laughed softly as he released his hands from you and turned your chair, so you were facing him.

"We don't want to hurt you, do we, Reader?"

The sentence shouldn't have given you hope, because after all, you were more than sure that you were going to die one way or another.

Maybe you should have shown a little resistance. For your honor, but....

Oh?

He is so close to you that you can practically feel his body heat. Or was it your own? Your face, despite your situation, was burning.

Even though he said he was letting you go, his hands ran over your body and you couldn't deny that it did something to you.

Were you so shameful?

"Actually, I wanted to wait, but I couldn't take it anymore. I've been patient long enough, haven't I? It was so much work for me, to let you get this job."

You didn't know what to say. Honestly, you didn't know if you would even be able to answer him.

His breath touched your throat as he spoke, "I think I deserve this, don't I? What do you say, Reader? Do I deserve my reward?”

If you were going to die anyway, why not enjoy the last few minutes?

Regardless of whether he was a doppelganger, he had lived up to his title as "Mlikman" that night.

"You killed the real Francis Mosses?" you asked the next day.

Francis grins, almost so much so that his real form was threatening to show itself.

"Yes, of course. What would have happened if he had come before me? You would have sent the D.D.D. after me."

Well, he had a point, huh?

No matter how wrong it was, you were glad it didn't come to that.

You didn't know the real Francis Mosses. That's probably why his death was so insignificant to you.

"Have you killed more people?"

"Just more doppelgangers you let through."

Your eyes widened.

You were so sure you caught them all. The false success was the reason why you didn't quit…well, it was one of the reasons.

"How many have I let through?"

Francis just continues to wear his smirk as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't rack your pretty head over it, okay?"

You just nod, smiling.

"Are you going to kill others...?

You don't know why you added your next question. Probably because you wanted to feel special.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Hooooonn"

When you turn your gaze to his face, two white pupils stared at you and his grin is inhumanly wide and black.

You don't know if it's joyful or sadistic, but it definitely made you feel special.

Looking back, you made more than a few mistakes.

But honestly?

You don't regret a single one of them. After all, all of them have led to an all-too-familiar knock on your window.

When you look up, he waves, the milkman.

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rimunagenius · 2 months

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And They Were Roomates

☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

☙ word count: 2.5k words

☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.

☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying

this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!

Part 1

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When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.

"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.

"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.

Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.

You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.

Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.

“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.

“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.

“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.

“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.

“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.

“Yes!”

“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.

“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.

“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.

“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.

“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.

“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”

“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.

“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.

“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”

You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”

“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.

“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:

“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.

“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”

“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.

“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.

“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.

You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.

You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.

“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.

“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.

“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.

You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.

"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.

But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.

"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.

"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.

"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.

"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.

"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.

"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"

"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.

"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.

"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.

That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.

It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.

"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.

Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.

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bunny-yan · 1 year

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Stalker!Yandere x GN! Reader

Tw: Stalking, slight NSFW themes, Minors pls go away, Happy Valentine's Day

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“What the fuck?”

Walking into your apartment you were shocked to find it spotless. You noticed a nice scent wafting throughout and upon walking further in you realized it was due to the lit candle on your counter next to a note with elegant handwriting.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” it read. “I wish I could spend today with you, but our reunion will happen in due time. Relax in the tub after eating the meal I left for you in the microwave. Enjoy, my love - V.”

Everything made sense now. You don’t know why you hadn’t realized it before, probably too tired from the double you had to work, but the answer was obvious. It was your stalker.

It’d explain your tidy apartment despite the fact that when you had left this morning it looked as if a hurricane had past through. You had no doubt your bed was made and all of your clothes were cleaned and folded neatly waiting for you in the places you kept them when you got around to cleaning. You didn’t consider yourself a messy person but sometimes things got a little out of hand.

No worries though. Mr. Stalker had come to your rescue on multiple occasions.

You tried reporting it to the police, but there was no point. You could complain about feeling as if you were being followed or getting weird text or phone calls at random hours of the night, but no harm had come to your person. And you could only imagine the crazy looks the cops would give you if you complained about a secret admirer breaking in to, what? Clean your apartment? Yeah, that wouldn’t make you seem crazy at all.

There wasn’t any evidence of him stealing valuables which made sense considering your job barely paid you enough to afford rent every month. He actually left gifts for you to find.

Watches, jewelry, little trinkets, and notes that often confessed his undying love for you. At first you’d thrown them away, horrified that someone had been in your apartment, feeling unsafe and unable to sleep for the first few months, but that didn’t stop him. Oh no. If anything, it made his gift giving more obsessive. Little notes turned to pages expressing his disappointment that you didn’t seem to like the gifts that he took so much time to pick out for you. But you didn’t have to worry. He understood that you were at the beginning stages of your relationship and it would take more time for him to figure out the things you liked.

Today was no different. You set down the note, sighing as you picked up the red jewelry box. Opening it, you blinked at the diamond encrusted anklet. Your name was engraved on the back.

Snapping the box shut, you set it on the counter as you moved toward the microwave. It would go with all of the others. You dropped your bag to the ground, slightly spoiled due to your anonymous housekeeper, but your shoulders ached and you’d initially planned to dump everything and sleep. You wouldn't feel bad for making a mess.

Opening the microwave, you reached in to pull out a plate covered with plastic wrap to keep your favorite food warm. You took off the plastic wrap before putting the plate back in the microwave and slamming the door closed to warm it up.

Was it the smartest idea to eat something that your stalker had prepared for you?

No.

But you were tired of throwing away perfectly good food and you didn’t feel like cooking for yourself. You didn’t think this guy would hurt you. He’s had plenty of opportunities so far and you were still alive so you gambled that you would be fine.

It’d been so long since your shadow had joined you that he felt like a roommate at this point. A roommate that wasn’t deterred no matter how many times you changed the locks on your apartment door. It was money coming out of your pocket so you said, fuck it. If he wanted to follow you, break into your apartment that you couldn’t afford to leave, and act as your creepy housekeeper, so be it. It wasn’t like any of the things you’d done to avoid him had worked out in the end for you anyway.

The beeping of the microwave drew you out of your thoughts.

Plate in hand, you walked to your couch, finding a box with another note on top of it.

Setting the plate down on the coffee table, you picked up what was a box of heart-shaped chocolates and flipped open the note.

Skimming over it, you tossed it and the box of chocolates to the side after seeing that it was a declaration of love with him hoping that you liked your gift. You didn’t particularly enjoy this holiday. Having no one to share it with made it obsolete and only reminded you that the one interested party you were aware of visited you regularly without your knowledge or consent.

You lazed about on your couch, happy plate you wouldn’t bother cleaning as you grew bored of watching tv. You dragged yourself to your bedroom, pausing in the doorway before walking towards the bathroom without a glance to your rose covered bed.

“Of course.” you muttered, pushing the door open to reveal another candle lit with a bubble bath waiting and ready for you.

Rolling your eyes, you began to strip before sinking in the satisfyingly steaming water.

You don’t know how he did it. You used to exhaust yourself trying to figure out how he did these things, knowing intimate details about yourself that you only revealed to those close to you. But again, there was no point.

Any attempt at avoiding your mystery stalker would only further aggravate the situation. All you could do was continue living under a false pretense of security.

Happy fucking Valentine’s day.

~*~

The lock on your front door clicked open, handle turning before the door was pushed open. A gloved hand removed the key to slide it back into a pocket before the door shut behind the suspicious figure.

He walked further in, smiling at the sight of an empty plate on your coffee table. Grabbing it, he brought it the kitchen before turning on the faucet to run hot water. It didn’t take long to clean your plate, grabbing your bag after drying his hands, he hung it on the door so you could grab it on your way out. You were prone to rushing in the morning and your bag was always the last thing you grabbed. It’d be easier for you to just grab it on the way out. He walked towards your bedroom, opening your door slowly, despite knowing you wouldn’t wake up if a tree were to crash through your apartment.

He peeked at the sight of your sleeping face, feeling his own flush. You hadn’t bothered to clear the roses off of your bed, or maybe you’d fallen asleep too soon, but your were picturesque. He felt an ache in his crotch, but told himself to calm down. He didn’t want to have to worry about cleaning up too much. It could wait for later.

First things first, he slowly opened the door to your bedroom, unable to keep his eyes off of you as he creeped in before moving towards your bathroom. You’d emptied out the tub this time.

Tsking at the sight of the candle still lit, he blew it out making a mental note to blow out the one in the kitchen before he left.

One clean tub later, his shadow fell over you as he stood at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep. One leg was tangled in a blanket, shirt rising to give him a glimpse of your midriff.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he circled the bed slowly, piercing you with his pink eyes that threatened to undress you.

Climbing in the bed, he pulled the blanket off of your leg before draping it over the two of you as he encircled your waist with his arm and pulled you closer.

Head buried in your neck, you scented of bubbles and it made him smile. He had to press down the urge to grind against you, to rip your clothes off and have his way. To pound into you until you were awake and moaning his name… but it could wait.

He was patient.

You didn’t like the chocolates and that was fine. There were plenty of holidays to win you over. It was only a matter of time before his fantasies became a reality.

#yandere #male yandere #valentino #stalker #stalker yandere #yan!valentino #happy valentine's day #stalking #yandere oc #x reader #nice to meet ya

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leeknowlover99 · 7 months

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Jake drabble - Prove it then

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word count: 2,2k

friends to lovers if you squint

warnings: smut, blowjob, drinking, smoking, swearing, dirty talk

„fuck” you yelled angrily propping yourself up on your knees and trying to catch a breath. yellow bus just drove away 5 minutes earlier than it was scheduled. „motherfucker!!!” you yelled and kicked nearest object you found - trash can filled to the brim with empty cans and bottles became your victim. few bottles fell out of it and rolled on the pavement with loud clinking. it was the last bus that could take you to the small town where you were renting your apartment. dang, only if your tinder date did not try to kiss you maybe you’d make it. the guy was tragic, he kept talking about himself all evening, split the bill and awkwardly tried to kiss you after all that. and now you were stuck in the city. first morning bus was leaving at 5 am so you still had few hours to pass around. you were already feeling a bit sleepy, probably after all that boring stories your date told you. your feet were starting to hurt a bit as you made a stupid mistake of wearing platform heels today, trying to impress this idiot guy. god, what was happening with you?? your life was a mess lately. but now all you knew was you have to find a place to crash somewhere till 5 am. think Y/N, think you told yourself. you could go to a club or a bar, it was saturday night so most places would be open and busy but you weren’t in the mood. normally you would crash at your best friends flat but her parents were visiting her this weekend so it was a no go. it looked like you only had one option left, you opened chat with Jake and typed:

are you in town? i need a place to crash, missed the last bus :((

three dots appeared immediately. thank god he was awake, you just hoped he was not at some party as it was his usual weekend routine. text appeared:

hello

you can come over if you want ;)

typical Jake, always flirty for no reason. you rolled your eyes and texted him back.

omw then, thanks

your relation with Jake was undefined, you weren’t close enough to be called friends but you knew each other quite well. you used to hang out more often but sometimes things got weird between you. tension was always there but you don’t think there was more and neither of you wanted to make a move. sometimes you wondered what it would be like. to kiss his pretty lips, feel his hot body pressing against you or wake up next to him and cuddle all day. but usually you quickly dismissed these images from your head. however they kept coming back as you made your way to his place. fortunately he lived only two crossing from the bus stop so you arrived quickly before your mind drifted to far.

you knocked on his doors impatiently, you got a bit cold on the way and could not wait to warm up. he opened and leaned against the doorframe lazily. he was wearing home attire - loose grey sweats and tank top, his muscular arms peeking from tight material. he must’ve just taken the shower as his hair was dump and slicked back. damn he was hot. you realised you were staring but when you snapped back to reality you noticed he was staring too. after all, you did make an effort to look good today, did your make up and wore your favourite black dress. he whistled looking you up and down.

“will you let me in ?” you huffed.

“sorry, was wondering why are you here when it looks like you clearly had other plans for the night” he smirked and let you in.

“please don’t make me more miserable than i already am” you sighed.

Jake invited you to his room and you immediately made your way to his bed. finally your feet could rest, you rolled your toes feeling relief after spending all evening in those platforms. Jake followed you to his room after a minute carrying two beers from the kitchen.

“hey, outside clothes are not allowed on the bed” he grabbed your hand to lift you up.

you looked at him annoyed. he was not making it easy for you today.

“if you want me to strip so bad just ask” you teased getting up.

he raised his eyebrow in response.

“cocky are you? you must’ve really have a bad evening. want a smoke?” he fished out a pack of marlboros from his pocket.

“why not”

you grabbed a fluffy blanket and sat on the garden chair slowly sipping beer and smoking. Jake lived on 4th floor so view from the balcony was quite nice. you enjoyed watching the small crescent moon and few stars that were visible above you.

“i thought you quit” he said pulling you out of your thoughts. at first you didn’t get that he was referring to smoking and you frowned at him. he gestured to your hand, cigarette resting between your fingers.

“oh, yeah i did. guess you’re the bad influence” you joked.

“i don’t think it is me sweetheart.” there he was with the flirty nicknames. but he was right, it was not him. it was you who was lost and continued to make one bad decision after another.

“yeah, i just have a tough time lately” you said not looking at him. “can i have another one?” you said putting out your current cigarette.

“lucky for you, it was the last one” he winked at you showing you empty package. “so did your date went bad or what?” he asked.

“yeah. he was a jerk. like all of the guys apparently” you rolled your eyes.

“can i share my opinion?” he stood up in front of you.

“if you have to.”

“i think it’s because you’re always choosing assholes while there are much better guys out there.” he said confidently looking at you.

“oh really? guys like who? you?” you stood up and met his gaze. he was being annoyingly cocky.

“maybe” he licked his lips. he was the opposite of a good guy actually. but he was the tempting one.

you grabbed him by the collar of his tank top and yanked towards you. your faces were centimeters away now. you were so close you felt his breath quickened. after looking into his dark eyes you flicked your eyes towards his lips and back up.

“don’t start something you can’t finish Y/N” he warned, you were still holding his tank top.

“who sad I cannot finish it?” you asked tilting your head slightly and after that you let go of him and turned around to go back inside.

“i’m going to take a shower now”. you were taking a step into the bedroom when Jake grabbed your forearm and forced you to turn around, you bumped into him slightly and your heart started beating faster as you saw his dark eyes piercing you.

“prove it then. prove what you just said” his voice was quiet but cold and demanding, sending shivers down your spine. blanket was long gone from your shoulders pooling on the floor and cold air was brushing against your exposed body but your skin was burning. thousands thoughts rolled through your head trying to decide whether to take this step or not. blame it on the alcohol or the haze from smoking after such a long time but there was only one winning voice and it told you do it.

you crashed your lips against his with a force. he seemed shocked for good few seconds as he was not kissing you back. just when you were about to pull out you felt his hot fingers grab your neck and his lips roughly moved against yours. there was nothing gentle or pure about the way you were making out. tongues dancing together, jake biting your lower lip from time to time. one of your hands was grabbing and pulling on his hair while other was holding his biceps, god his body was amazing, hot and hard under you fingers, your hand feeling small next to his arm. jake was not wasting time either, he acted like man starved, exploring your waist and grabbing your ass, soon his fingers started to wonder under your skimpy dress as he pressed you against the balcony railing, you felt his hard on against your stomach and it made you weak in your knees, good thing he was holding you tight. his fingers teased your inner thighs and slowly moved towards your panties.

“fuck, you’re so wet” he hissed against your lips when he made contact with your clothed core, his fingers feeling your entrance through the thin material. you could not hold a quite moan and burried your face in jake’s neck as his started playing with your clit. you nipped at his skin lightly. he started to move your panties to the side, you grabbed his hand and looked at him wide eyes, damn he looked hot, lips plump from all the kissing, pupils dilated and breath fast. “jake, not outside” you managed to say. he grinned smugly in response.

“oh yeah? why not? are you embarrassed someone is going to see?” he asked grabbing your neck and choking you slightly.

you decided to pull a move to distract him and leaned to whisper in his ear “want your cock so bad daddy” he stiffened and raised his eyebrow at you. “fucking get inside now” he gritted through his teeth. looks like you little stunt did work perfectly.

you stumbled towards the bed together and messily landed on the soft mattress. you climbed on jakes lap and nagged at him to take off his tank top. it revealed mouthwatering sight of his abs and v line disappearing where waistband of his sweats hang low. you pressed open mouth kisses and sucked on his neck as you moved slowly down his body. he threw his head back and groaned. “baby hurry, i want to feel you” he panted after a while of your teasing. you finally got him what he needed and palmed his hard dick, it was painfully big in your hand. “impatient are we?” you tsked at him. “for you always”. you took off his sweats and boxers and kneeled to kiss the red swollen tip of his dick. it looked delicious and tasted a little salty. you gave it a good suck before starting to move your head up and down. “fuck baby you’re so good” he grunted as you sped up, drool starting to drip down your chin and eyes watering. he made a ponytail of you hair and helped you move faster and take him deeper. few more moves and he yanked you off his cock. “i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop” he explained and moved on top of you “god this dress needs to go” he undressed you and you could see his gaze became even darker when he saw you fully naked underneath him. “god you have no idea how hard i wanted this” he whispered sucking on your hard nipples and fondling with your breast. he surprised you with that statement but you did not have time to think about it as you felt yourself become even wetter and your cunt clenching around nothing. “ jake need more please” you begged. he shout you up with a kiss. his dick grinding against your wet core made you gasped in his lips. “will you take it without a prep?” he asked sucking on your neck and putting light pressure on your entrance with his tip. he was making you crazy. your whole body was on fire, you were leaning towards his touch, craving it. “please” you moaned. “good girl” he praised and thrusted in you. it was quite a stretch because he was so big but you liked the burn and after few shallow thrusts it went away and pleasure replaced it. he was deliciously thick and warm. you nagged at him to move faster and he stopped holding back, thrusting roughly and picking up a pace. he was hitting your soft spot perfectly, you orgasm was building up. “god you’re so perfect” jake was completely lost muttering praises, his face burried in your neck. “jake i’m close” you said and lifted your legs to place them on his shoulders, new angle making him go deeper and your pussy clench harder. “you’re so hot, i’m gonna cum soon too” he said as his eyes followed your moving tits. you reached your hand down to circle your clit and moaned at how sensitive you were. it felt too good, jakes hot sweaty body on you, his thick cock massaging your wet walls, your orgasm came suddenly and made you whine loudly, pleasure rolling through your body, you arched your back slowly coming down from your high. jake was still thrusting roughly. “ can i come inside?” he asked kissing you messily as you lowered your legs to cross them around his waist. “yes i’m on a pill, please come inside jake” you coaxed him and seconds later he filled you with his cum. he kissed you passionately, soft lips moving together, tongues lazily meeting, his dick was still inside. “god that was amazing” he smiled at you. “so did i prove it to you?” you teased. “i might need a seconded try” he made a thinking face and you smacked his arm laughing. “care to join me in the shower?” you asked

#enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen drabbles #enhypen smut #enhypen jake #jake smut #jake drabble #enhypen hard thoughts #jake hard thoughts #enhypen suggestive

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Broke

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~8.8k

Summary: Your first introduction to the serious drawbacks of a relationship with Wanda.

A/N: This three-anon-requests in one drabble turned into a long one. ENJOY

Warnings: angst, comfort, violence and confessions

You frown as you continue to stare at your computer screen like you have been for the last five minutes. You don’t want to do this at all, but you don’t have much of a choice. You have to pay for rent and groceries, and your car needs to be fixed soon… You sigh in defeat as you click the accept button and commit to being even more in debt to the government. The thought makes your skin crawl, but you have no choice unless you want to lose your apartment and not eat for the next few months.

You’d initially tried to take out as few loans as possible because you hated the idea of being in debt. However, given your limited scholarship money and the fact that you were supporting yourself with a part time job and no help from family, you couldn’t help but borrow some. You’d underestimated how expensive this semester would be; however, and given it was your first of vet school you figured it would only get more expensive as time went on. You tried not to stress about this now, but as you borrowed another $10,000 for the rest of the year, you close your computer and bang your head on the table.

“Ow.”

Your shift at the vet clinic starts soon and you look back to your textbooks with a frown. You’re not sure how you’re going to keep this up. Vet school is a lot more than you thought it would be. It’s not just hard, but there’s just so much new information covered every day and the turnaround time for exams is extraordinarily short. You are still suffering whiplash from your first anatomy practical that you failed because it just hadn’t been what you expected. You briefly wonder how long you’ll be able to keep working this semester as you arrive to the parking lot to head to work.

“Hey there.”

You look up in surprise when you hear Wanda’s voice. You hadn’t expected her to be here and it clearly shows because the brunette laughs slightly. She’s waiting in her car for something, maybe you, and your car’s not anywhere in sight. You look around briefly in confusion before walking toward your girlfriend with a smile.

“Hey Wands. What are you doing here?”

You mostly are asking why Wanda’s not at work. She’s rarely free during the days, and she’d told you when you saw her the other night that she probably wouldn’t be able to stop by until the weekend. It was only Thursday. She adjusts her sunglasses slightly as she shrugs and mentions that she’s here to drive you to work. You are only a little surprised by this, but you start to walk around the car to the passenger side to get in. You’re going to be late if you don’t leave now.

“That’s sweet of you, but I could have driven myself. Not that I’m unhappy to see you.”

Wanda smiles as you get into the car, and she quickly leans over to kiss you. You two have been dating for almost 8 months, and Wanda can’t help but hope that the thrill of seeing you will never wear off. She’s had a change of plans today and there was barely any work to do, so she figured she’d try to enjoy her day as much as possible. Even if it meant only taking you to work now and maybe hanging out later, she was glad for a chance to see you. She realizes she needs to take you to work soon or you’ll be late, and she knows all too well how much you hate being late. With this in mind, she pulls away from you with a sigh and shakes her head as soon as she registers what you’d said.

“Actually, detka you couldn’t. I borrowed your car.”

You’re trying to focus on breathing so you miss what she says initially as you look outside the window to see that you’ve started moving. It’s not until you’re almost out of the parking lot that you turn to Wanda in confusion.

“Wait, what? You borrowed it?”

Wanda just nods as she reaches out for your hand and squeezes it with a smile. She hopes you won’t get mad at her for what she did, but it occurred to her the last time you’d gone out that you weren’t driving your car. She’d asked about it and you’d dodged the question before finally admitting that there was something wrong with it. You hadn’t gone into detail, but it was enough for Wanda to realize that it needed addressing. So she’d taken the liberty of having someone she trusted look at it and fix it up. They’d only just taken it and hopefully it would be done by the time that you got off from work.

“I have someone looking at it, so they can get it fixed up for you.”

You can’t help but melt at Wanda’s almost nonchalant statement about helping you out. You know that Wanda has money, and you’d been tempted multiple times to ask for some, but you didn’t want to take advantage. That said, having Wanda surprise you like this makes you feel like you’re the luckiest person in the world.

“Wands, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”

You kiss Wanda’s hand as you feel a weight lift from your shoulders at the news that your car is going to be fixed. That’s at least a few hundred dollars you won’t have to spend, and if Wanda weren’t driving almost 40 mph, you’d kiss her right now. You consider kissing her cheek, but you’re afraid you’ll still surprise her and cause her to swerve. This road is far too narrow for that, and you're not in the mood for a swim right now.

Your girlfriend might be absent often and unpredictably, but she cares about you and takes really good care of you. She did subtle things here and there to let you know that she cared. Checking to see if you ate, or making sure you’ve taken study breaks, and that you slept your full 8 hours are all things she's gotten in the habit of doing. You wonder how living with her would be, and you’re still thinking about this when Wanda drops you off at work a little bit later. You’re right on time and you do lean over and kiss her cheek before hopping out of the car.

“Thank you for the ride, Wands. Will I see you later?”

Wanda smiles as she tells you that she’ll be back to pick you up after your shift. You smile widely at this and lean back into the car to kiss her quickly before you near run inside. You’re sure that your shift will fly by now that you know you’ll be seeing Wanda later too. You walk into the clinic with a smile despite knowing how hectic it’s going to be today. It doesn’t matter. Nothing can bring down your mood now.

Halfway through your shift you get scratched by a cat during a nail trim, and you think you freak out your coworkers. When it happens you barely notice, and you’re still smiling as you put the cat, Jonesy back into his carrier. You clean up your arm and resume your day as if nothing happened.

Wanda texts you around 5 to let you know that your car is fixed and you send her almost 7 virtual hugs and kisses. She’s your favorite person today and maybe ever, and by the time Wanda comes to pick you up you’re nearly vibrating in excitement.

“Thank you, thank you! You’re the best!”

Wanda laughs as you near tackle her as you get into the car. You’re hugging her so tightly that you’re sure it’s near painful, and you force yourself to let up as you sit back in your seat and get buckled.

“Of course, Y/n. I was happy to help.”

You remind yourself not to cry again as you immediately grab her hand as she pulls out of the lot and onto the road. You wonder where you’re going now, but you figure you’ll wait until you ask about Wanda’s day.

“What was wrong with it?”

Wanda frowns slightly as she thinks about what she’d been told this afternoon. Apparently, your car was in pretty rough shape, but it wasn’t too unexpected considering how old it was. She’d almost considered buying you a new one when she heard what was wrong, but she’d been assured that it could be fixed. She also figured she needed to check with you before she did something like that. Not only was it a big gesture, but she wasn’t sure if you had any sort of sentimentality toward your car that would result in you being upset if she had it hauled to the junkyard.

“The alternator and transmission needed to be replaced.”

You cringe at this news and at how you would have handled it if you’d been financially responsible for it. That’s thousands of dollars and you definitely didn’t have the budget for that. If it hadn’t been for Wanda, you’re sure you would have gone home without a car. You’d have had to buy a bus pass or a new bicycle to get to class and work.

“Oh shit. That’s major.”

Wanda nods at this as she considers the fact that you’d been driving this car for who knows how long while it’s been acting up. You’d only told her that it ‘rides rough occasionally’ or is ‘slow to start’, and she hadn’t realized what this meant. She had been unaware of what was wrong and therefore oblivious to how dangerous it had been for you to drive this multiple times a week for work. She hates to think that you could have been hurt because you hadn’t been able to get your car fixed.

“It was. I’m glad nothing seriously failed while you were driving it, detka. That wouldn’t have been good.”

You nod at this because it had occurred to you that you shouldn’t drive the car until it was fixed. An unreliable car wasn’t just dangerous, but very stressful for you to drive. You’re eternally grateful to your girlfriend for having it fixed.

“I’m definitely lucky. For multiple reasons. Thank you again, I promise I’ll pay you back.”

Wanda’s already shaking her head before you're even finished speaking. Despite money being plentiful and never having any worries about having enough to live off of, Wanda isn’t frivolous with it. She spends a lot of money, but she tries to keep the larger expenses limited to essential things. She doesn’t mind spending money on you, particularly when its something like this; something you need, and she won’t hesitate to do so. She knows that you’re always worried about money. You’re a student in debt and your family isn’t alive to help support you. You’re doing it on your own with loans from the government and she hates how stressed that makes you.

If she can use her money to help alleviate this stress, and make sure you’re driving a safe car, she’ll do it. She would never hold your lack of money against you, and she doesn’t want you to feel indebted to her in anyway. She won’t accept your money and she wants you to know this.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n. I’m happy to do this for you, okay?”

You just nod with a dopey smile because honestly Wanda taking care of you like this is something you could get used to. You’re afraid you’ll get used to it if and when it continues, and you sigh as Wanda gets on the interstate.

“So how was your day, Wands?”

As Wanda tells you about her surprisingly normal day, you think about how you can possibly repay Wanda for what she did today. Despite her insisting that you don’t have to pay her back, you still want to do something nice for her. Maybe you can take her out.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?”

You and Wanda had arrived to your apartment a couple of hours ago. After a quick dinner, you’d started studying on the couch with Wanda by your side. She was free all night and as much as you loved this, you hated that you had to study tonight. She luckily didn’t hold it against you, and she seemed content to just lie beside you and watch as you worked harder than most people she knows. You skip between anatomy, physiology, and a disease course in the span of two hours. You cover a lot of ground and she almost falls asleep with her head against your leg when you sigh heavily.

She looks up at you with a curious frown as she sees that you seem distracted. You just shake your head in response to her question as you look to the clock. It’s nearly 10pm.

“I’m just tired, and I hate that I’m spending my time with you studying.”

Wanda sits up as she shakes her head with a small smile. She doesn’t want you to feel guilty for having to study. You’re going to be working hard for the next 4 years, and Wanda only hopes that she’ll be by your side through it to support you.

“I just want to be with you. It doesn’t matter to me what we’re doing.”

You can’t help but smile at this as you set your study materials aside and shoot Wanda a look. You are done for the night, and you want to do something fun now. Whatever Wanda wants honestly. You’ll just go along for the ride.

“Are you sure about that, Wands? There’s nothing else you’d rather be doing?”

Wanda rolls her eyes and fights a blush at your tone and the teasing smile on your lips. She leans in to kiss it away before she slides closer to you now that your lap is clear. You reach out for your girlfriend and pull her on top of you with a laugh. You kiss her again before she sighs in faux annoyance at your constantly dirty mind.

“You know what I mean, detka. I just like to spend time with you.”

You wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist and hold her close with another sigh. You’re tired but you wouldn’t mind going out tonight. You hadn’t seen Wanda for a while before today and you would love the chance to get out of your apartment. You were getting sick of these walls.

“Would you want to go out?”

Wanda blames her desire to make you happy for her decision to go out to a club with you. It’s almost 11 by the time they arrive and given that it’s dark and loud she feels almost incognito. This is more important to Wanda than you, but you do your best to keep her mostly behind you until you’re among the masses.

“Do you want to get a drink?”

Wanda nods as she follows you to the bar where she has a feeling you’ll be ordering a mocktail. You didn’t like to get drunk at all, but you especially didn’t drink on weekdays. Wanda smiles as you look to her to confirm her order. She usually likes something stronger, and she accepts her bourbon with a smile a minute later.

You two find a table and you sit across from each other despite your desire to hold her close. You sigh happily as you glance around at the other patrons who are dancing, drinking and mulling around with their friends. You’ll consider dancing later, but for now you want to just sit here with Wanda.

“I hope you know how much I appreciate you, Wanda.”

Wanda just smiles at you in admiration before she considers all of the reasons why she appreciates you. You’re smart, you’re dedicated, and you challenge her in ways that she’s not used to. You give her an opportunity to escape her long held role of mobster and become a typical woman in her mid-twenties. She was able to relax with you, laugh, and try new things that mostly went well. She now knows for certain that she hates camping and this is something that she’ll only ever try again with you.

“I hope you know I more than appreciate you too.”

She shoots you a cheeky smile despite the sincerity of her words and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You reach out for her free hand and play with the rings on her fingers before frowning slightly in thought. You’re not sure how to communicate this without sounding ridiculously sappy, but you figure honesty is the most important thing. You just hope Wanda won’t think poorly of you for it, but if history is any indicator, you don’t expect her to do anything other than flush prettily and return a similar sentiment.

“I mean more than just what you did for me today. That meant more than I can possibly say, but I mean the constant support and positive reinforcement.”

You smile when Wanda hides a laugh behind her glass as she looks at you like you’re the only one in the room. In this entire club. You’re the only one she truly cares to take notice of. You drink your mocktail and slide your chair closer to the table so you can be closer to Wanda. It’s not too noisy in here, but you also don’t want to shout what you say next.

“I feel safe with you, Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda takes your hand and kisses it before she downs the rest of her drink. She doesn’t know how to tell you that you’ve come to mean the world to her. She enjoys a break from her work, sure, but being with you means more than that. She’s found someone who can weather her unpredictability and see past her high-strung nature and understand the anxiety that sometimes overwhelmed her. She wishes she could tell you more about what she does, but she’s afraid of putting you at risk. She’s only slightly less worried about you being scared off, regardless of it still being a possibility. Despite knowing that she’s not on the legal side of things, she can’t be sure that you’d accept that she embodies the illegal side.

Wanda only says a fraction of what she really feels, but she figures it’s enough for now when you smile brightly at her before dragging her toward the dance floor.

“I love that I can be myself with you. There aren’t many people I can say that about.”

Wanda tries to forget her paranoia and just enjoy her time with you as you lead her on the dance floor. You’re trying to get her to relax, but you can tell it’s going to take a little work to get her to this point. You are more than up for the challenge and you pull her closer to you as the music changes to a song that you haven’t heard in years.

“You know the last time I heard this song I was at prom.”

You remember that night not very fondly because you hadn’t really wanted to go. You were only out to a few of your friends so you didn’t feel comfortable skipping prom when you were asked in a very public way. You remember the dread, the horror, you’d felt and you doubt you hid it very well. Nevertheless, you’d gone to prom with him and he turned out to be a nice guy that you spent most of the time talking to about Disney movies and his job in a hardware store. You weren’t compatible, and you’d actually told him the next day that you weren’t interested in him.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Wanda bringing her hands to your face. You turn toward her and see her questioning look.

“You went to prom? I hope you had more fun than I did.”

This immediately piques your interest because Wanda’s told you very little about her personal life beyond the superficial. She’s mentioned that she has a brother, but that her parents are dead and she has a lot of close friends who are like family to her. She’d mentioned things here and there about her childhood, but nothing very revealing. You didn’t mind but sometimes you wondered why Wanda was still holding back.

You hold her close and sway a little but mostly focus on telling her about your experience. It wasn’t horrible, but you certainly didn’t enjoy it. You never felt comfortable, and you are far more comfortable here with Wanda than you think you’ve been in a long time. You lean in and sigh as Wanda holds you tightly and laughs at your question.

“What about you? Did you enjoy yours?”

Wanda sighs as she thinks back to the somewhat anticlimactic day. She’d only been dreaming about the traditional prom experience since she’d learned it was a thing. She had imagined the type of dress she’d wear and how she’d do her hair. She wondered about her date and her first dance with them. She’d imagined the whole night vividly, and by the time it rolled around she wasn’t prepared at all.

“It was pretty tame. I ended up spending most of the night as a third wheel because my date wanted to hang out with his friends.”

You roll your eyes at the predictable stupidity of a high school aged boy before you kiss your girlfriend’s cheek. She turns to meet your lips for a kiss before your expression turns serious.

“What a dumbass. I would have loved to spend your prom with you. The highlight of mine was walking in and getting to leave.”

As the music changes, you and Wanda are joined by more people on the dance floor and as the crowd grew, you felt Wanda grow tense again. You do your best to distract her, and you even get her another drink that you hold for her as she clings to your waist. You don’t mind as she finishes her drink slowly, and it’s after midnight before you feel her relax again. You kiss her temple before running your fingers through her hair.

“How are you feeling?”

You wait as Wanda smiles slightly before nodding in answer to your unasked question. She learned early on that she couldn’t hide much from you when it came to her feelings. She’d actually worried that she was just terribly transparent and panicked about it for a while before you’d told her that you were just really good at reading people. Mostly because you paid attention to body language. As an introvert you really just spend a lot of your time watching and listening to people, and over the years that’s turned into a very important skill.

You hadn’t truly realized how much this skill would pay off until you started dating Wanda. She was secretive, to an extreme and it usually would have turned you off and made you suspicious of her. You didn’t like secrets, and although you somewhat vaguely understood why they were necessary in this case, you didn’t know how long you could live in the dark about it all. You ignore these thoughts for now as you watch Wanda wrestle with her decision to tell the truth. Even after months of being together, you hate that she struggles with being completely honest with you.

“More relaxed, thanks, but it’s getting more crowded.”

You nod at this because a quick glance around you confirms this. It’s gotten later and people are more drunk and rowdy which you don’t mind too much. You know that Wanda’s never comfortable in public and her coming out with you tonight was to make you happy. You’ll admit it was nice to be out with her, but you won’t complain about however you spend time with her tonight.

“We can leave soon if you’d like. I know it’s getting late.”

You were tired earlier, but you’d gotten your second wind as soon as you walked in here. Being with Wanda in public did that to you because not only did it happen so infrequently that you were always excited, but you knew you always had to be on alert. Wanda was always so observant and careful about everything that you figured it wouldn’t hurt for you to do the same.

She smiles slightly and nods as she looks behind her briefly. She wants to go back to your apartment and fall asleep on the couch watching old sitcoms or a cooking show. She wants to be able to show her affection for you openly without having to worry about anyone seeing. The only places this really happens are the privacy of your apartment or rarely one of your cars.

“I need to pee first, then we’ll go.”

You laugh at this and prepare to accompany her when she stops you. You frown in confusion because usually she encourages traveling together but she just smiles at you and shakes her head as she gestures to the DJ across the room.

“Stay. You can’t leave now; they’re playing your song. I’ll be quick.”

You want to argue, but then you realize exactly what song is playing and you don’t even bother. You shoot her a questioning look though as she walks away laughing as you’ve already started to dance.

“Are you sure? Okay, be quick!”

Wanda disappears quickly hoping not to leave you for more than a couple of minutes. If she gets her way she’ll return before your all-time favorite song is over. She does need to run to the bathroom, but she’s more concerned about dealing with the man who’s following her.

She noticed him as soon as you two sat down at a table with drinks. She hadn’t given him much thought, he seemed like a fairly typical, run-of-the-mill guy she’d expect to see here. She hadn’t spared him a second glance until he appeared again, still watching her, as you dragged her to dance before popping up two more times. She didn’t recognize him, and she was already texting Steve as she walked down the dimly lit hallway to the bathrooms. Steve stuck close by her whether she liked it or not, so she wasn’t surprised to hear that he was right outside and on his way in.

“I admit that I didn’t expect to see you here, Ms. Maximoff.”

Wanda stops short as she turns to see exactly who she was expecting. She frowns as she gives him another once over to confirm that she doesn’t know who he is. The more important thing though is that he clearly knows her, and for some reason he’s decided to follow her tonight.

“Cut to the chase, why are you following me?”

Wanda walks toward him slowly as she glares at him expectantly. She doesn’t see a gun on him, but she’s not foolish enough to believe he’s unarmed. She’s not even unarmed, and her clothes are a lot tighter than his.

The brunette shrugs as he moves out of the way for a couple that walk past him. He waits until they’re gone before he responds with a smile that makes Wanda’s skin crawl.

“I was asked to tail you because my employer is looking to exploit your weaknesses.”

Wanda feels her anxiety spike immediately, and she’s kicking herself for leaving you alone. She’s about to walk past him and go find you, but she doesn’t make it very far.

“I’m looking forward to telling her that we found one.”

Wanda doesn’t think twice as she stomps on his foot before punching him in the nose. He curses loudly and tries to grab her, but she dodges him before she kicks him onto his knees. She sees someone rush by the hallway before doubling back a few seconds later. She’s glad that Steve’s here because she really needs to go check on you.

“Here, watch him. I need to go.”

Steve just nods and doesn’t get a chance to speak before Wanda’s gone. He’d told Bucky to come by too since he was already around on business, and hopefully he’d be arriving soon if he hasn’t already.

You were only alone for about 30 seconds after Wanda left. You’d been dancing to your favorite song and not paying any attention to anyone around you. You were happy. You were spending time with your girlfriend, it was the weekend, and you had ice cream at home. You were doing pretty well.

Your eyes open and land on someone standing in front of you. This wasn’t odd because it was still crowded and you almost bumped into people every few seconds. The odd thing about this person though was that he seemed interested in nothing but staring at you which made you frown without realizing it. You open your mouth to ask what his deal is, but he speaks up first and doesn’t make you feel any better about his intentions.

“You must be Y/n. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your frown deepens as you stop moving completely and shoot the blonde a look. This better not be one of Wanda’s friends again. You’d already told her that you wanted to be introduced to them like normal people did it, and you wouldn’t tolerate anyone creeping on you. She’d agreed to this, especially after Bucky upset you so much, so you have a feeling this person’s gone rogue, or they’re someone you don’t want to talk to.

Figuring that Wanda should be back soon you decide to buy yourself some time. You look the taller man up and down before deciding that you could probably out run him if you had to. You hadn’t worn your heels tonight and you had very little athletic ability, but running was your thing.

“All good things, I hope."

You’re mostly kidding but when he just laughs at you, you realize you probably should have said something else. You sigh in defeat as you try not to show your nerves. You’re in a public, only kinda dark place, and Wanda’s nearby. You’ll be fine regardless of what this person wants from you.

“Definitely. More than enough to know that you’re exactly who we need.”

There’s very little chance you could have prepared for what happened next. The lights make it difficult for you to see him move until he’s right on top of you, and the music changes just in time to cover up your curse. He grabs your arms and covers your mouth as he hauls you off in no particular direction. You struggle to break free, but only manage to get an arm loose. You elbow him in the back of the head once and he barely even flinches, but as you're about to do it a second time someone grabs you and yanks you backwards.

“What the fuck?”

You shout in annoyance as you're basically thrown to the ground, but you don’t have time to recover before you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/n!”

You look up to see Bucky first, and you figure he must have grabbed you because he’s carting off the now unconscious blonde with barely a look back. You’re so confused and this only worsens when Wanda comes to kneel beside you where you’re still on the floor.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You are too stunned to answer but you’re able to climb to your feet with Wanda’s help. You try to regain your bearings but the strobe lights are not helping at all. You’re looking around frantically before you seem to realize that you’re still in the club and that Wanda’s with you. You’re safe, or at least safer than you were before, and you decide you want to leave right now.

“What the hell just happened?”

You and Wanda are sitting in her car waiting until you’re calm enough to tell her what happened. Apparently her friends had shown up in the nick of time to save you from being abducted, and you still have no idea what to think about this.

Wanda shifts nervously as she tries to figure out how to explain this to you in a way that won’t freak you out even more. She’s tried to keep you in the dark about her work, but something like this hasn’t happened before. No one has been bold enough to follow her and target you all at once. It honestly terrifies her and she doesn’t know how to handle it.

Her anxiety definitely makes explaining this to you more difficult and she eventually shakes her head before she starts the car. She makes sure the doors are locked again before she puts on her seatbelt with a sigh.

“Can I tell you back at your place?”

You don’t respond immediately because your brain is running all the different ways that tonight could have played out. You are stuck on an extreme example, but the idea of you being kidnapped and beaten is hard to shake. You look to Wanda with a frown as you try to take a second to figure out what she’s feeling. You can tell how panicked she is, and you’re sure you look it too, but when you set your own fear and confusion aside you realize that Wanda knows what happened.

The fact that it’s already handled and no cops or even employees from the club were involved proves this. She had it covered meaning she must know what they wanted. You don’t understand how this is possible and you definitely want to know. You’re just afraid that Wanda isn’t willing to tell you tonight.

Wanda’s started the car and is about to put it in gear when you speak up. She hesitates because she honestly hadn’t expected you to ask this, and she doesn’t think she has an answer you’ll like. Regardless of her decision to tell you the truth.

“Are you just buying time to lie to me?”

Wanda immediately shakes her head before turning to you with a pleading look. She sighs as she reaches out for you and you just let her squeeze your hand as she tries to explain.

“No, I’m not. I promise. I just…I need to figure out how to tell you this. How to tell you more about what I do.”

You hadn’t been expecting this answer and you don’t hide it well. You eventually just nod before muttering an ‘ok’ and Wanda focuses on getting you home. She struggles with the best way to break the news to you, but in the end she has to be truthful. You should know that you were in danger tonight. You deserve to know the danger you’ll be in if you continue to see her, and that’s what makes Wanda the most anxious. Not only could you want to stop seeing her which would break her heart, but you knowing that you’ll be at risk of something like this happening again—it could be too much.

You have a normal life. You’re in school. You’re going to be a vet in a few years, and after that she’s sure you want a relatively normal life. She always knew that wasn’t in the cards for her, but in the time she’s been with you she’s started to think that maybe it didn’t matter. She could still be happy with someone and not worry about divulging too much of the truth to you. However, tonight proved her wrong and she knows that it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. This is why she was so insistent on not being seen with you. She’d hate for someone who was following her to realize who you were and try to hurt you because of it.

She has a feeling that tonight’s going to be an important decision point in your relationship. You need to have enough information to understand the risks, and Wanda needs to give it to you regardless of her own feelings.

She’s terrified because she knows that no matter what decision you make tonight, things will never be the same.

You’ve poured both you and Wanda another drink that you bring to the couch so you both can sit. You can tell Wanda’s on edge like you and you know that this won’t go well if you can’t manage to calm her down. You sigh as you sit and you gesture for her to join you before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, Wands. Let’s just start with what happened tonight?”

Wanda nods as she sits beside you awkwardly. On the way home she figured that the best thing to do is be upfront. You’re going to be worried no matter what, but she could still do her best to manage how you worried. Luckily she could tell you that these two men wouldn’t bother you ever again.

“Someone sent two men to follow us tonight. One was supposed to distract me while the other took you.”

The blunt words confirm your fears and despite wanting to ask a dozen questions you just nod. You take a large sip of your drink before rolling the glass between your hands.

“Okay.”

Wanda takes a sip as well before she tries to steel herself for what she’s about to say. This is the moment she’s been dreading for nearly 9 months. Since she met you and dared to consider a future with you, she’d been terrified of having to tell you the truth about what she does for a living. She knew it was inevitable, and that she honestly should have told you sooner but she was scared. She couldn’t lose you, but now she no longer had a choice in the matter. If she wanted to do her best to keep you safe, she had to make you aware of what you were up against.

“This will probably make more sense once I tell you what I really do.”

You can’t hide your surprise when Wanda says this and you unconsciously sit up as you look at your girlfriend with wide eyes. Is she really going to abandon the vague references to illegal activities and come clean? You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this moment for months. You wanted to know what Wanda did, but you’d also learned to be comfortable in your denial. Sometimes the less you knew the better. At least you thought so before tonight when you almost got kidnapped.

That was still setting in, and you’re sure when you go to bed tonight, you’ll think about it more and freak out. You hoped that Wanda still planned on spending the night because you don’t think you’re going to want to be alone.

“I know I told you I run the family business with my brother, and that’s true. However, it’s more than just shipping and manufacturing things. It’s um…we’re criminals.”

You watch as Wanda downs the rest of her drink before you take a moment to repeat what she said.

Wanda is a criminal. She and her brother are criminals. You’re dating a criminal. That has to be why Wanda hates being seen in public or why she has so much money that she doesn’t hesitate to spend it on you. She’s loaded and it’s from a lot more than what she’s told you, and more than what you’ll ever understand.

You follow her lead and drink the rest of your whiskey before sitting the glass down on the table. You feel your head start to swim, but you don’t think it’s because of the alcohol.

“Okay. So you’re a criminal?”

Wanda just nods slowly as she waits for your brain to catch up and for you to really react to what she’s said. She’d expected you to be a little more upset than this, but she supposes there’s still time for that. She decides to get back to tonight before she gets too ahead of herself.

“Yes. Those men work for one of my competitors, and needless to say she’s not the most ethical person.”

Neither am I.

Wanda realizes this goes without saying when you nod thoughtfully. You try to imagine an organized group of criminals that live and operate in a large city such as this one. You can’t really understand how they all interact without drawing from television or movie portrayals, but little did you know that this is mostly accurate. It’s just a little more complicated than you’d think.

You try to come up with a way to describe Wanda’s dealing so that you can better compartmentalize and start to understand it in the most basic of terms.

“And you’re in charge of other criminals…so you run a gang?”

Wanda can’t help but cringe slightly at this but she nods because you’re mostly right. At the end of the day she knows that the terminology doesn’t really matter. You just need to understand the concept.

“A mob, yes. I have employees who do various things for me, but most of them live at the compound.”

You suddenly realize why all of your two visits to the compound were as short as they were. You only went there twice to meet Wanda before immediately leaving. She hadn’t wanted you to be there and you’d been a little hurt by it, but now it made sense. If her employees were there, they could see you and you could only imagine how fast word spread about the boss dating someone. That would have put you at risk, and something like what happened tonight could have happened a lot sooner.

“Does...wait, so why did someone try to come after me?”

This is the question that Wanda had been waiting for you to ask. She won't disrespect you by lying, and she thought that given how you were handling everything so far, that this wouldn’t be too different. That said, hearing that your girlfriend of 8 months is a mobster and then being told that you were almost taken for ransom are two slightly different things. Wanda knows you're smart enough to come to this conclusion on your own, but you likely just want her confirmation so you can start to put everything in perspective.

“Likely to use you against me. If someone were to take you, they could negotiate some sort of ransom for your safe return.”

Wanda watches as realization of what almost happened to you tonight sets in, and she swears she sees you shiver where you’re propped up against the couch. You shake your head with a frown as you try to figure out how you feel about all of this. Besides the initial terror, you suppose that it makes sense. That someone who followed you and Wanda would realize that she cares for you, and can potentially be swayed to do as they say.

“Why would they use me? Just out of convenience?”

It’s not until you ask this question that you remember what Wanda’s told you. She doesn’t have many close friends who aren’t also involved in her work. It’s safer that way and the fact that you’re in her life now puts a huge target on your back. Her friends are trained and capable of taking care of themselves. You’re a vet student who’s thrown maybe two punches in your life, and neither of them landed.

It’s not until you look back up at Wanda and see her staring at her hands that you realize how unfair your question was.

Wanda clears her throat as she contemplates giving you an honest answer or the most honest answer. She’s not brave, or drunk enough to do the latter so she just shakes her head before looking up to meet your gaze.

“It’s because I—they know I would give them a lot to get you back.”

You can’t help but smile when Wanda says this, and you slide closer to her so you can grab her hand. You sigh in an attempt to calm down before you kiss her knuckles with a small smile.

“Despite how terrifying all of this is to think about, I’m touched.”

Wanda offers you a shy smile before she waits for your next question. You know the basics at this point. Mobster, competitors, and danger. That said, she’s certain you have a lot more questions, and she’s willing to answer a few tonight. Her anxiety however is starting to steadily climb toward an unbearable level, so she needs to stop thinking about this soon.

You only have one more question to ask before you don’t want to think about this anymore. You need a break and this includes mindless television and cuddles. You swallow the lump in your throat before asking the question you already know the answer to.

“This is why you don’t like going out in public. Any glimpse of us together…in the future could cause something like this to happen again?”

Wanda can hear the hesitation and fear in your voice and she hates that she’s giving it credence. She's aware that even though she stopped this attempt by killing those two men, there's very little stopping other people from trying the same thing. She knows she’s going to have to do a better job of protecting you. She’ll need to assign someone she trusts to tail you and make sure you’re safe. That however is an issue for another night, if it even comes to that.

Wanda’s main concern right now is just seeing if you’re going to say this is too much for you.

You don’t say anything immediately when Wanda nods and tells you that something like this or worse could happen. You try to consider how you can continue to live your life knowing that you run the risk of being nabbed or worse because of your relationship with Wanda. You wonder how you’ll be able to cope with only hanging out in private or not at all in the future. How will you manage a relationship with a damn mobster when you’re going to be a doctor? How can you reconcile this? Better yet, are you okay with everything that Wanda must do to make the money she does?

You’re not naïve enough to believe that Wanda doesn’t hurt people. She probably has to hurt or kill people who get in her way. If she’s really as infamous as you believe, there’s no way to establish dominance in a large city like this without making a name for yourself. This requires money, skill and support from employees. You’re getting a headache just trying to consider how large and intricate Wanda’s mob is, so you just shake your head and go back to the pertinent question.

Are you okay with this?

Do you want to continue seeing Wanda? Yes. You enjoy your time with Wanda and you’ve come to think of her as a permanent in your life. Regardless of how much this changes things, you’re not sure you can end things and say goodbye at this point. You’re too committed and you really do trust her when she says that she can keep you safe. You’re not worried about that, and this is certainly foolish or ignorant, but you can’t help it. You’ve always felt safe with Wanda and you don’t think that this could change. You suppose the issue though is that Wanda won’t always be with you. Like tonight, she left for 30 seconds and someone tried to come after you.

“Y/n?”

You look up from where you’d started to stare off in space to see Wanda shooting you a worried look. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been silent until you’re pulled from your thoughts. Wanda fidgets anxiously with one of the rings on her fingers before she takes a deep settling breath. She needs to say her piece and let you make your own decision. She tries not to cry as she lets you know that the decision is yours to make.

“I promise that I’ll protect you, and that I’ll do everything I can to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

When you see tears start to blur your vision you move so you’re almost in Wanda’s lap before you pull her in for a hug. You let out a breathy laugh before you shake your head. You wonder what you’ve done to deserve this type of dedication. You’re a broke student who has very little to offer someone like Wanda.

“You-you’re so sweet. I don’t even know why you’d go to all of this trouble for me.”

Wanda hugs you tightly before she frowns at your words. In some ways you’re so confident that it’s astounding and Wanda’s envious, but in others you’re just like her and your image of your self-worth is less than ideal. She’s not sure if it’s just been learned over time or you just happen to think this way, but when Wanda first realized how you saw yourself at times, she made it her goal to change your perspective. She promised herself that she’d show you how remarkable you are. How worthy you are of praise, love and happiness.

She speaks before she can stop herself and she feels you stiffen in her arms before you pull away.

“Because I love you, and I would do just about anything for you, detka.”

Wanda’s words make you start in surprise and you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing. You’ve only felt this way about Wanda for months, but you’d been too afraid to say anything. You always fear that you feel more strongly than other people, and you don’t want to scare them off with your potentially overbearing emotions. However, when Wanda frowns as she sees you crying, you realize that maybe you should have told her sooner.

“God, I love you too. I really do.”

You kiss your girlfriend and feel relief wash over you as she holds you close and you practically melt. You know that there’s a lot to discuss and figure out, but for now you’d like to just bask in the fact that the person you’re in love with loves you too. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this happy.

“I love you, Wands, an-and I don’t want to leave, but I can’t lie. It scares me to think about something like this happening again.”

Wanda can completely understand this and despite hating herself for it, she can’t guarantee anything. She won’t lie to you and say that she’ll keep you safe and no one will ever bother you again. She’ll tell you the truth and hope that you can put enough trust in her to keep her word. She’ll do her damnedest and if that’s not enough she’ll figure something out. She reaches out to wipe the tears away before smiling at you softly. You look so beautiful, and she hates that she’s made you cry.

“I understand, but Y/n, know that I’ll do everything I can to keep you as safe as possible.”

She squeezes your hand before kissing your forehead with a sigh. She rests her head against yours as she tries to get used to the idea of taking care of you. If you commit to this, Wanda’s never going to let you go.

“Do you trust me to do this?”

This probably isn’t a fair question because you still only know the bare bones of everything involved, but right now that doesn’t matter to you. You don’t need to know about Wanda’s infinite resources to believe that she’ll do all she can to make sure you’re taken care of. You kiss her one more time before nodding in agreement. You’ll figure out the details later, but right now you’re about to pass out from the flurry of emotions that you’ve gone through. You know Wanda feels the same because when you pull her towards you as you lie back on the couch, she doesn’t protest. She lies down beside you and simply kisses your cheek before closing her eyes. She’ll wake up later and make arrangements then. For now, she just wants to hold you.

“I do.”

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luvsfootball · 8 months

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can i be your first? - darwin nunez.

you were stood there, middle of the football pitch, watching all of the players and their girlfriend’s kiss each other or show affection.

deep inside, you wished you were them. you wished you had the courage to let darwin know about your feelings.

but here you were, stood next to him with the community shield, as a friend.

“do you want to come back to mine for a drink?” he asked you, and you looked up from your phone to meet his eyes. you pondered on the idea for a moment before deciding you had nothing better to do.

“sure, why not.”

darwin laughed as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the changing rooms. everyone else would probably be out there for a while, but darwin was tired and wanted to go home and just spend time with you.

when he was ready, you walked back to his car, hand in hand whilst darwin listened to you boasting about how amazing he played today.

“i mean it, darwin. i’m so proud of you!”

he stopped just in front of his car and looked down at you. “you mean it?”

“of course i do.”

when he first moved to liverpool, he had practically begged you to come with him. you were his childhood friend and the only person he knew that could speak english.

you dropped everything for him. you applied for a new job in a well-paying hospital and rented a nice apartment near darwin’s until you had saved enough for your own house.

“i know i don’t say it much, but i love you. i love how you came here with me and have never stopped believing in me.”

“i love you too, darwin.”

his face fell at your words. darwin knew you didn’t mean it the way he meant it. he hesitated before grabbing your wrist, stopping you from getting in the seat.

“what’s wrong?” you asked whilst looking down at his grip on your wrists. “no, i love you.”

you searched his eyes for any sign of a joke and when you couldn’t find anything, you gasped. darwin was half expecting you to just walk away, but he was utterly shocked when you broke out into a smile.

“i love you too, darwin. more than a friend should love their friend.”

he knew you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet, and was greatful for that because he had longed to be your first for years.

“can i be your first?” he husked, voice octaves lower as his stare flickered between your eyes and lips. you could barely string a sentence together so you settled for a nod.

his lips captured yours and you almost melted when his hands wrapped around your waist. your own ones ran through his hair.

“get a room!”

you both broke apart at the sound of trent’s voice and giggled with each other at the way he was stood. “jesus, i’m feeling more single than ever now.”

#darwin nunez #darwin nunez x reader #football #football imagines #crystalwrites #liverpool fc

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zzoguri · 7 months

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[part one] of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i’ll bruise my fingers just for you)

non-idol!jacob bae x reader, slight non-idol!ji changmin x reader

when you are unable to continue staying in the city, you are forced to move back to the small provincial town you begged to stay away from. but when you come face-to-face with the reliable village co-chief, jacob bae, you learn that your stay won’t be so pleasant after all.

genre/warnings ➵ childhood friends to strangers to lovers, slow burn, slice of life, angst, slight fluff!, afab reader (they/them pronouns), hurt/comfort, flashbacks, being lost (and trying to figure things out) in your late 20s, a lot of trauma that stem from mommy issues (tiger moms :')), themes of grief, forgiveness, and pressure to succeed, quitting your job & lying to everyone out of shame, realizing you have grown out of your hometown, ju haknyeon is your lovely best friend, jacob bae has issues with you </3, you two also work together, use of nicknames, alludes to someone's death, depictions of panic attacks

word count ➵ 8.2k words

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a/n ➵ SHE'S DONE!!! SHE'S OUT!!! EARLY RELEASE YUP!!!! needed this out just to give me time to work on the fic exchange event </3 please be patient for the other parts (there will be more jacob and reader interaction </3) this is very slow burn so i hope you guys will stick with me all throughout! i hope you all enjoy! i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this (even if it's in your tbr!)

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The first steps you take are ones you don’t remember; the first time you managed to stand on your own two feet in front of your parents, the first words you say to your dad—poopy—as he changed your diapers, even the first book you read to yourself. (It’s The Rainbow Fish by Marcus Pfister, though you probably didn’t understand the string of words at the time)

Yet, within the four corners of your mind, a cardboard box labeled “do not throw” sits by one of them. It stores fractions of moments that’ll never get lost in a hole that time continues to shovel down; your first day in kindergarten where you scraped your knee from playing, and the first friend made in your first years of school who you cannot help but think about until now.

But most of all, you’ll never forget the aspirations that propelled you to where you stand today. The desire to be good—great, even—so that you could prove that you are capable never seemed to dwindle. And no matter all the times the ambition felt like it would slip from your fingertips, you gripped it tighter than ever, forming calluses all over. You couldn’t allow yourself to settle for less. You had to prove yourself to someone—one who underestimates while expecting everything from you.

It’s funny; a monologue about determination and pride only for you to stand in your apartment littered with boxes filled with household items, ready to move out of busy Seoul. You stand in the middle of the mess, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes scan through the items that need to be packed and sold.

“Appa, I’m sorry again for causing you trouble,” you whisper.

A chuckle sounds out from the other end of the line. “What’re you sorry for? I’m happy that you’re coming back home!” You sigh as you sit down on your couch. It’ll be the last time you ever get to sit on it until you move tomorrow.

“I swear, I’ll be back on my feet soon enough. It’s just that,” you try to keep your heart at bay. “HR is forcing me to use my vacation days, and rent here is impossible without me doing work.” The lie leaves your mouth like how you practiced it over the past weeks.

You couldn’t stand to break your dad’s heart with the truth. The child who should’ve succeeded had turned into an unemployed individual. Who would’ve expected that you, out of all people, would quit your job? It paid well and kept you afloat amid Seoul, and you wonder why you did that in the first place.

Now, you stand between crossroads without any road signs. Without a clue of which track to thread on, you take steps back rather than moving forward. You were supposed to reach another height your father could commemorate. Instead, you’re back in the town you grew up in—the place you’ve grown to hate, the one you abandoned for the right reasons—and you can only imagine the disappointment that will coat your father’s face as he has to shelter you once more.

The brown container that sits in the corner of your mind doesn’t only store the trinkets that are in good shape—it holds novelties that bring sorrow. No matter how many times you wish you could chuck it down the endless hole, these tangible fragments always land back in the box as if they never left. The case can never be thrown away; there’s nothing you can do but leave it as is, stirring away from it as much as you can.

“I really don’t mind. I mean, it’s been years since I last saw you,” your dad says, and you cannot help but bite the inside of your cheek.

“Still, I’m sorry I sprung this on you last minute.” Your eyes land on a picture frame that hangs on the wall. A picture of you and your coworkers during one of the team buildings; it’s your favorite memory with them. “I would’ve asked my friends if they could help me out but they didn’t have the space to accommodate me.”

This time, you were telling the truth. Kim Namjoon from Production and Kang Seulgi from Marketing, your friends from your old job, didn’t have enough room for you in their respective places. You didn’t want to inconvenience them with your troubles, anyway. Ultimately, it’s your fault for leaving your job after all, and it’s not your friends' responsibility to take care of you.

“Y/N,” your father starts. “I said it’s fine. I’m happy to take you back because I miss you.” You pout at his words. Although you had the right reasons to leave home, you felt bad that you abandoned him as well. You two tried to stay in touch through short calls you managed to squeeze into your busy schedules, but you know that it could never replace the comfort of physical presence.

“Appa,” you whine out as you lean back on the couch, the leather squeaking against the friction. “I miss you, too,” your dad chuckles on the other end of the line; it’s a sound you haven’t heard in a while.

As you stare at the opened boxes, you let out a sigh. “Appa, I’ll have to go. I still need to finish packing and sending some items away.” He hums in acknowledgment. “I’ll see you by next week, okay?”

“I’ll pick you up from the station.”

You chuckle before saying, “Appa, it’s fine. I still know my way around town.”

“Still! I want to help you out with your luggage, and the town has changed a bit since you last visited for—”

“I get it,” you cut him off. He doesn’t say anything after that. “I’ll figure it out. I want you to focus on your restaurant, okay?” He only hums.

A beat passes. You’re about to say something until he beats you to it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

“Appa, it’s fine.” The tone is convincing, but you two knew about the sensitive issue that he almost touched on. A sigh leaves your lips. “I mean it, okay? You don’t have to worry.” The last thing you wanted is for your dad to worry about you again; he’s done enough of that while you were still under his care.

“But I’ll always worry about you because I care. You know that, right?” You bite the inside of your cheek, letting out a hum. Your dad sighs before saying, “Okay, I’ll let you go now. I’m sure you have a lot of things to do.”

You smile to yourself. “Okay. I’ll see you soon, Appa.”

“Bye, Gyul-ah.”

Warmth spreads to your heart. It’s been a while since you heard him call you that—mandarin orange. To you and him, clementines and tangerines looked and tasted the same, no matter what other people tried to convince you of their differences. The fruits were staples in your childhood home, always peeled and ready to eat.

“Bye, Appa.” The call drops. You move your phone to the side before letting out a sigh. You look at the mess that surrounds you. It’s tough work but one that must be done. You’re staying there for two weeks, and you’ll return to your life in Seoul right after. You’ll be able to find a job within that time frame, right?

Six years ago—that was the last time you visited this town. In your time away, it still looks the same. Unlike Seoul, the sky isn’t polluted by the exhaust from cars or the blaring lights of every skyscraper. Puffy white clouds contrast the bright blue.

The sounds of cicadas fill your ears, and the heat pierces your skin. God, you remember why you disliked staying here, and it wasn’t just from the minor issues. So many reasons to leave, and yet, you’re back here with no choice.

A sigh leaves you as you step out of the train. The station looks the same as the last time you left; rust covers the arms of benches, the clock still ticks slower than the one on your wrist, and leaves are scattered all over the floor. You notice only a few passengers have gotten off this stop (five people including you) and you only wonder what business they have here.

Nothing is interesting about where you grew up. It’s a rural area; the fields of fruits and vegetables, a small communal market at the center of town, and only around 200 residents living in this area. It’s a small town—what could’ve changed over the years?

You step out of the station, luggage trailing behind you, and you bump into the busy community. In their arms were crates of produce; vegetables, fruits, eggs, you name it. The faces that passed you were familiar ones, but no one seemed to recognize you. Maybe you grew out of your 18-year-old self. And you expect to feel a sense of relief take over—you have finally grown out of your past—but you feel more displaced than ever.

But before you can dwell on it, you hear someone call your name. The voice is familiar, one you haven’t heard in ages, and your eyes land on a boy—your first friend back in kindergarten. Your heart soars at how much he’s grown. He comes rushing to you with a crate of oranges and drops it as soon as he stands in front of you.

“Juhak,” the nickname leaves your lips, a smile following.

Before you know it, he brings you into a hug; it’s one you haven’t felt in years. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” He smells of citrus, probably from the fruits he was handling. The scent reminds you of home; tangerines and clementines in every corner, unpeeled and ready to consume. Your arms wrap around him, your face snuggling into his shoulder, and you breathe him in—almost to make up for all the years spent separated.

Ten years ago—that was the last time you saw your childhood friend, Ju Haknyeon. The difference between him when you first left versus now isn’t stark. Long gone is his fluffy hair, and a short fringe is what he sports. He’s grown a few inches taller, and he’s definitely gotten more muscle on him. But baby fat still fills his cheeks, and he flashes you a toothy grin; it’s a Juhak signature. In this man, a part of your best friend still resides.

“I—wow, I don’t even know what to say,” he says as he rests his hands on his hips, taking in the sight of you. “Can’t believe you’re dressed up like that.” The chuckle that leaves his lips has you rolling your eyes. Clothed in a pair of jeans whose material seems hotter than fleece and a long-sleeved shirt, you were not dressed for this type of heat. This outfit is normal back in Seoul, even something you would wear during summer, but you’ve forgotten how different the heat is back here.

“Sorry, didn’t know there was a dress code.” It’s laced with sarcasm, and Haknyeon snorts. You pull on your collar, letting the air pass and graze your skin. You smile at him. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Haknyeon gulps down nothing. It’s a habit of his—swallowing nothing whenever he couldn’t find the right words to say. You’re almost shocked at how his antics are still the same even ten years later.

Silence takes over. In those few seconds, you two allow for it to settle. You two couldn’t believe you’d finally set foot back into this town, and the joy of reuniting with an old friend shifts into discomfort. The reality sinks in—you abandoned your best friend without any notice.

You divert your gaze to the ground. In your peripheral vision, you spot him picking up the crate. “I, uhm,” you fix your posture, back straight as you stare back at him. A gentle smile rests on his lips, and you’re only reminded of how shitty you were to leave this town with no way to contact you. “I’m—yeah, I don’t even know where to start.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m assuming you're on your way to Abeoji.” He glances at the luggage behind you. As you hum, he says, “I’ll go with you.”

Your eyes widen at his offer, taking a glimpse at the crate he holds. “What about work?”

“Lucky for you, I just need to drop this off at the market and then we can go.” He flashes you a smile, and you nod, accepting his request and hauling your luggage as you walk side-by-side with him.

As you two make your way to the center, you take in the features of the town. The buildings are shorter than the skyscrapers in Seoul, reaching only two levels high. There were marts selling different products; school supplies, ingredients, amenities, you name it. In every establishment, it would be filled with people who know each other. No matter who you passed, every store clerk had a relationship with the customers, and every customer seemed to know the other shoppers as well. It’s a tight-knit community, you always knew that, but it still amazes you that such an attitude persists after your disappearance.

“Here we are,” Haknyeon says, causing you to halt your steps. “This won’t take long.” Before you know it, he enters the establishment. The store clerk’s expression instantly brightens at the sight of him. As you watch the two interact through the glass window, your heart is enveloped in warmth. It feels similar to the glow in a fireplace—toasty enough to bring you comfort until your hand is too close to the source, leaving a mark that can only be soothed by cold water. The sight shows that Haknyeon is doing well, but it’s enough to remind you of what you missed out on during your absence.

He makes his way out of the store, hands-free, and grins at you. “Well, ready to visit Abeoji?” You nod before walking to your dad’s restaurant. You two make your way out of the center, entering the quieter parts of town. The chatter turns into mumbles and the buzzing of cicadas takes over.

“So, Abeoji renovated the restaurant,” Haknyeon starts. You glance at him before letting your eyes trail back to the path you take.

“Really? How different does it look?” Your dad never mentioned this. Even when you came back to visit six years ago, you were unaware of such plans. But you remember that you two never talk (and you mean actually talk). In your phone calls, it was always small talk—Hi, Appa. Are you doing well? Okay, I’ll ask the same question tomorrow. Bye—and never about what occurred in your separate lives.

“It’s nicer. It still has a wood interior, the chairs, the tables, you know.” You hum at what he says, glad to know that it won’t be too different from the restaurant you grew up with. “But the kitchen is a lot nicer and not as cramped. It’s still small and cozy. Your dad added sleeping quarters to the back.” You look at Haknyeon but he only looks straight, eyes still on the track you two take.

His revelation made you wonder how much your father had to face all while you were gone. All while you were off in Seoul barely getting by, you can only imagine what your dad must’ve gone through. The waves crash against your heart, dragging it into the sea of black and consuming it as if it were nothing. Did you even have a heart if you abandoned everyone ten years ago?

He meets your gaze, a grin on his lips. “I’m so glad to see that you’re back!” You smile back at him. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brought you back? Does Abeoji have a problem?” His question isn’t meant to be invasive. Out of all people, Haknyeon knew how to respect your boundaries. You wish you could tell him the truth—you’re unemployed and you have nowhere to go but here. And yet…

“Oh, I’m on leave.” His eyebrows raise in shock. “My company told me I need to use my vacation days. It’s part of the policy, you know.” The only truth that stands is that your old company did require you to use those allotted days; it’s their way of ensuring that they aren’t overworking their employees.

“Wow! Didn’t know city life was that progressive,” Haknyeon laughs. “I would’ve gone to Seoul if I knew that.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I just got lucky with my company. Work is still work, you know?” He hums along. “I’m guessing you still work with your parents?” It’s a fair assumption considering his family has one of the more giant fruit farms in town.

“Yup!” His eyes sparkle. “I’m going to be taking over the business once Appa retires.” You forget how much Haknyeon enjoys this place. Never once do you remember him ever considering a life in the city, away from the noisy cicadas and troublesome flies. All he needs is found here.

“How’s the city?”

You hum, thinking about where to start. “Everything is cramped but far apart,” you chuckle as you shake your head. “The buildings are so close together but you need to commute to get around, and it’s hard to travel during rush hour.”

Haknyeon scrunches his nose. “That sounds awful.” You nod. “But I’m sure your friends helped you out in adjusting.” He meant to say it with sincerity but the tone is like ice water being thrown at you—a reality check of what you had done to him. You know of your sin—it’ll be one you need to repent for.

You two finally arrive in front of a small building, one that resembles a house. The roof used to be crimson with splotches of black, and the walls were once off-white. But the new look of your dad’s restaurant is a sight to behold; a cream-colored roof and walls painted in basil green with potted plants littered at the front.

“Well, here we are!” Your eyes snap back to Haknyeon. He holds the same smile he first shot when he spotted you in the crowd. “How long will you be staying?”

“Around two weeks.” That’s what you hope.

“That’s good to hear! We should catch up while you’re still here.” Knowing him, this isn’t an empty request; it’s one that you must fulfill. So you nod, smiling before making your way to the door. Your hand rests on the knob; you don’t know if you should turn it.

“There’ll be a party by the community hall tomorrow.” You gaze at him. He stands afar, chest open with a gashed heart. It bears the marks of your fingertips; he still hands it to you. “Your dad is coming, and I’m sure everyone else would love to meet you.”

It’s Haknyeon’s attempt to involve you with the community once more—to give you a reason to stay—but it won’t be enough. Melancholy fills the air. The repulsive stench clings to every corner of town—only you can smell it—and that scent accompanies your sins; they take form in the faces of those you know. You didn’t want to be face-to-face with the one person you’ve disappointed the most.

“I’ll see.” It’s a whisper, one that signifies your hesitation. You’re sure he knows what that phrase means; it never changed during your years away. But he settles for a smile, not bothering to convince you otherwise. The ball is in your courtside, and it’s your choice on what you want to do with it.

“I’ll see you, okay?”

You nod and twist the doorknob, and the bells chime as it signals your arrival. “Bye.” A final glance and grin are what you spare him before you enter the restaurant. And when you close the door behind you, you realize that it’s not only the outside that carries the stench. Within these four walls, the scent is accompanied by murky waves. Every part of this town floods you with nothing but misery.

Picture frames litter the walls; photographs of the community, the sceneries of town, and artworks from unknown artists. Some you recognize back in the days you stayed here after class but others were new. In a sea of potted plants that hang from the ceiling, incandescent bulbs glow within the expanse of green. You once remember the lack of greenery in this restaurant. But the chairs and table are the same ones from then, their wood getting discolored with age. You’re almost sure you can find your old carvings if you spend time looking for them.

Every corner of this restaurant held a piece of the past amongst the new—a part of what you’re familiar with within the abundance of the unfamiliar—but these do nothing to drive away the stench. If anything, the scent intensifies. A face mask cannot do anything to keep you from smelling it. You’re only left to suck it in and plague you with memories you’ve pushed down.

“Gyul-ah!” Your father comes in, a grin on his face. There are more lines on his face, a sign that he has gotten older over the time you were gone, and you are glad to witness him at this age. Not many people can say they’ve seen their parent’s hair turn white and wrinkles get deeper. The sight of him is enough to twist the valves, almost turning on the waterworks, but you keep your hand firm on the knobs. Today, you weren’t going to allow yourself to cry.

But you run to him, leaving your luggage by the front door, and wrap your arms around him. You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing him in for the first time in six years, and he embraces you. He smells of baby powder, the same brand you used back when he took care of you, and you realize that he keeps parts of the past to hold pieces of you. You can only imagine how much you’ve grown since he last saw you.

You grin at him when your head finally leaves the space between his neck and shoulder. You two untangle yourselves from each other. For a moment, you let yourselves bathe in each other’s presence; it’s a miracle after all.

“You continue to grow and become more beautiful with time,” he starts, his hand reaching out to your shoulder. He draws circles, almost as if he’s trying to process your presence. “But I know the child in you still lives,” he attempts to come to terms with how he barely knows you, but you won’t disagree—not this time, at least.

“Appa, I love what you did with the place. How come you never mentioned it?”

He shakes his head, retracting his hand from you. “Ah, it’s nothing. We’re busy with our own lives, so I didn’t want to trouble you with the details.” It’s a direct strike on your heart, but it’s the truth. “But I’m glad that you’re here to see it yourself. It makes the reveal a lot more authentic.”

“Yeah.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’d love to catch up, but I need to prepare and open the restaurant,” he sighs before making his way to the door, flipping the sign that once said “closed” to “open.” “My employee will be late, so I’ll need to work extra hard for the time being.”

You frown. “Late? Why?” You quickly make your way to grab the luggage and drag it to the counter where the cashier is. “Let me help out.” You didn’t give him time to share the reason.

“No, it’s okay,” your dad’s attempt to reassure you does nothing. His gaze rests on you as he slowly approaches where you stand. “You should settle from your long journey. I’m sure the ride was exhausting.”

“Appa, I only sat in the train for a few hours, and during the ride I was asleep. I want to help.” Before he knows it, you’re already dragging your luggage to the back of the restaurant.

“At least put your things in the quarters!”

The last time you worked in your dad’s restaurant was ten years ago. Back then, you used to work with the cashier and clean dishes. But when you are left to handle all those tasks and tend to customers while your father focuses on cooking, it feels impossible. As the hand of the clock strikes 2:00 p.m., customers have made their way out of the restaurant. You can finally catch your breath.

Your dad exits the kitchen, spotting you leaning on the counter. “It’s nice to see that you still have it within you.” He doesn’t mean to mock you, you know that, but the sting of his words is still felt. Years spent in Seoul will never diminish the skills you learned from working under your father.

“How do you even manage? I mean, with you and your employee?”

He sighs. You watch him wipe the clean dishes and set them aside. “I like what I do, no matter how difficult it may be.” His gaze is affixed on you.

It strikes a chord within you. You spent six years in your old job, so indeed you must’ve enjoyed what you did, right? And yet, you stand in front of your father, a pitiful case that he’ll have to tend to once more.

You clear your throat. “Appa, you’re getting old. Don’t you want to rest?”

“No,” he chortles. “I want to keep running this restaurant until I can barely move. I’ll know when to let this place go.” He walks to the space beside you and grabs hold of your hand. The hand that changed your diapers and cooked your meals has aged. He’s spent so many years taking care of you; there’ll never be a good way to thank him for everything.

“I’ll have you stay in the old house,” he starts. Your grip on his hand grows tighter. “I’m not ready to go back there, so I’ve been sleeping here.”

A beat passes.

“Since when?”

“Six years ago.” He looks at you. “But I’ve been able to enter that house again. I just don’t sleep there. Don’t worry about the dust. My employee and I clean the place every week.” You’re not worried at all about the mess. It’s the stench that clings to the furniture, the murky water that floods the place, the spiders that crawl over the walls, the remnants of her. Those four walls only fuel your nightmares; ironically, you call them such when they’ve all been real.

So you want to tell him—no, beg him to let you stay here. You couldn’t walk into that house for it will have you relive fractions of your trauma. If you couldn’t enter that house six years ago, what difference would four years later make?

The bells chime, and your eyes land on the person who enters the restaurant. Foggy waves clash against you in full force, and the air is knocked out of your lungs. There he is, dressed in a baggy teal shirt and denim shorts. A few strands of hair hang in front of his forehead; it’s different from the old bowl-cut hair he used to have back in high school. But most of all, he’s grown up—not only out of his baby face but even in figure, aura.

A polite smile once rested on his lips. He looked ready to greet your father, almost ready to say hello to you, until he realized who stood beside his boss. The smile dissipates. Suddenly, time stills; it’s almost as if it worked under his command.

Under his gaze, you cannot help but shrink back to your 18-year-old self—the one who spent countless nights wondering what it would be like to be face-to-face with their best friend after abandoning them. And now that you’re finally in the situation you’ve spent days imagining, figuring out how to gain his trust again, you’re not sure what to say.

Jacob Bae—the home you sought out during your years growing up. (He still is, no matter how hard you try to dissociate that from him.) But now, he embodies your fears. The smell of tangerines is mixed with the repulsive stench—he’s turned into the house you ran away from ten years back.

Jacob’s expression shifts back to a polite smile as he looks at your father. “Abeoji, I’m sorry I’m late!” His nonchalant stride made the situation unpalatable. With every step taken towards your dad, an arrow is shot through your heart. It’s almost as if he didn’t care about what happened between you two (should he when you were the one who caused the rift?). His shoulder faces you all while he talks to your father; it’s a clear sign of what your relationship has turned into. Despite this space being one you grew up in, you’ve become an intruder. You have revoked your spot in this restaurant, this town.

“Don’t worry about it,” your dad says as he grips Jacob’s shoulder. “I hope all went well in the community center.”

Jacob smiles at him, and says, “Yeah, we got it settled. We’re just finalizing things for tomorrow.”

Your father hums as he glances at you. “Why don’t you bring back Y/N?” Your eyebrows shoot up. “They’ll need help getting settled in.” You shake your head at him, but he refuses to acknowledge your silent protest.

“Appa, I’m sure you’ll need him here,” you chuckle as your eyes glance to the back of Jacob’s head. “I can figure it out. I’ve lived there anyway; 18 years long, to be specific.” Jacob’s going to say no; you expect it. And yet…

“Okay.”

Your eyes widen. He proves you wrong—you don’t know him after all.

“Alright! Go get your stuff Gyul-ah,” your dad says as he wraps his arm around Jacob’s shoulders. And for once, Jacob looks at you. You cannot pinpoint the emotion across his features.

You nod at your father’s words and make your way to the back of the restaurant. Your heartbeat rings in your ears. Years spent imagining what to say to Jacob didn’t prepare you enough to face the actual situation. Once you gather your things, you leave the sleeping quarters. Your dad’s chortle bounces off the four walls, probably from a joke he made. And then you catch a glimpse of Jacob’s smile; it’s still sweet as you remember it. You’re suddenly back to your 17-year-old self.

Then, his eyes land on you. The smile vanishes. He stares right at you (you mean really stares at you, a long one for the matter) for the first time since he arrived. So you clear your throat, hoping that he will be the first one to break eye contact—he doesn’t. Your dad spins to face you. “Ah! Okay, I’ll see you.” You watch Jacob nod all while he keeps his gaze fixed on you.

For once, you let your ego take the hit; you avert your eyes and make your way to the door. You two leave, and Jacob doesn’t give you a moment to think. He grabs your luggage from you and finds his spot beside you. And you were going to comment—I can handle it myself—but he keeps his eyes forward; you decide to do the same.

Instead of walking on the dirt trail path, you’re walking on eggshells. You’re not sure what to say to clear the silence. Unbeknownst to you, he can sense your awkward nature. Hands fiddling with the strap of your shoulder bag and gaze fixed on their feet; your antics remain the same after all these years.

“How long will you be staying?” Your eyes snap up only to see him continue to look at the path.

You clear your throat, afraid your voice might crack. “Two weeks.” He only hums. You two fall back into silence.

It’s weird to think about it; the same guy who you once treated as your best friend since childhood—the same one whom you’ve poured your heart to—is now someone you barely know. You grew up with him and stuck with him from your elementary days until your high school ones. Ten years apart can change so much between those who once swore to stay in each other’s lives.

You two finally arrive in front of the old house, your old house. Everything is in shape; the windows are crystal clear and the paint is intact. It’s just like how you first left it. A storm brews within you; you despise it. After all these years, you still can’t escape the horrors of this house.

“Here,” Jacob says and raises the keys. You open your hand, allowing him to drop it into your palm. “Your boxes are inside, they arrived a few days ago. I also cleaned out the place.” You only nod. He glances at the luggage he holds and asks, “Do you need help settling in?” You shake your head which has him nodding. He hands you your luggage. “Okay.” You take it from him.

Before you know it, he turns away from you. He only takes a few steps but it feels like he’s gone distances away from you. And you’re afraid you’ll let him slip away like last time.

“Cobie!” It’s the first time you’ve said that nickname since you last saw him. He freezes. You’re not even sure if you had the right to call him that. He looks back at you, and his furrowed eyebrows say enough. “Sorry, I meant,” you close your eyes for a moment. “It slipped.” It’s an honest mistake, but you’re sure he’s not pleased by it.

He turns back to you, walking until he stands directly in front of you. He doesn’t say anything, only looking at you with the same expression. “Do you want to come in?” His expression falters. “Maybe just to catch up.” It’s a small step but still one to begin with. Maybe you’ll figure out what to say to him within those four walls for they have you at your most vulnerable state; it’s the doing of the ghost that haunts the building.

The Jacob you knew would hear you out after all these years. He’d be defensive but still accept the offer. Cobie—no, Jacob always found comfort in answers, closure. And yet….

“No,” he answers. Your eyebrows jump in shock, and he notices. “I’d prefer not to. Good luck with unpacking.” And before you know it, he takes his leave. You watch his figure become smaller with every step he takes. He’s slipping away from your fingertips; there’s nothing you can do for he would only free himself from your grasp.

The waves are strong enough to tip your balance. You do everything to stand on your own feet. The image of Jacob you drew on the sand has been washed off—it’s your fault for drawing it too close to the shore.

Autumn makes its way here; the scent of rotting leaves, bruised fruits that fall from trees, and the breeze that hits your cheeks. You stand under a tree whose branches are perched with twig nests. They hold flocks of birds, ready to keep themselves warm during the season. The birds huddle up and chirp away tunes—they remind you of what you don’t have.

Then, a swingset creaks, and you are snapped out of your trance. A few meters away from you is a playground, one you don’t get to play in as much as you’d like, and in the middle of it a boy who looks down to the floor. He grips the rope with his blue sweater hands but doesn’t bother to swing.

With nowhere to go, your feet bring you to him. He pays no attention to you for he doesn’t notice you. But suddenly, he hears the rustling from the swing beside him. And when his eyes drift upwards, he finds you, seated and eyes trained on him. It’s surreal to him; to be graced by the talk amongst his classmates, the kid whose father runs a staple within the town. He doesn’t know what to say, but you don’t allow him to worry.

“Does your mom go to school like you?” He’s perplexed by your question. How did you know of him and his mother? “I see you two going to school together, always thirty minutes before classes start.”

He nods. “Yeah,” his voice is shaky. “She’s a teacher.”

“That’s cool!” Interest is evident in your tone. You move the swing side-to-side, going against the direction it typically goes. “Do you like her there?” Your eyes remain on him, and heat rises to his cheeks. He’s already shy, to begin with, and your stare only has his heart running.

And he would’ve settled with nonverbal responses, either shaking or nodding his head, but he’s not sure what compels him to answer. “I do,” he whispers, a shy smile on his face. He looks away from you, afraid to look back at you. “I like seeing her.”

He hears you hum for a moment. Then, silence settles between you two.

He thinks he should say more. Maybe he should tell you of all the trips his mom would take to the faculty’s cafeteria whose food is to die for. But when he glances at you, he sees your hands preoccupied with peeling a fruit—a tangerine. Stubby, nimble fingers peel the rind off, exposing its orange-colored flesh covered in strings of white. “I wish I could say the same.” A sigh follows with a bittersweet smile.

He watches you tear a piece, and suddenly, your eyes meet his. You raise it to him, the bittersweet smile now replaced with a genuine one, and say, “Have one.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and the flesh you hold in between your fingers, and you can’t help but giggle. “There’s nothing to be scared of.” And when he sees your smile—feels the warmth you emit in the middle of autumn—all worries slip away.

He grabs the tangerine slice and eats it. With just one bite, the juice bursts in his mouth; the citrus taste coats his tongue. A grin is on his face as he chews away.

“Eomma taught me how to peel tangerines,” you start. “She says I’m getting old, and that I should learn how to do it myself.” He looks at you only to see your eyes staring off to nowhere. How can you be old when you’re only ten years old? He didn’t even know how to peel fruits himself.

“But it’s okay. Not a lot of kids knew how to peel tangerines.” It’s almost as if you could hear his thoughts; he didn’t know if he should be petrified or amazed. Such a difficult task and you knew how to do it—perhaps his mom didn’t teach him how to do it so that he could meet you.

Before you know it, a woman grabs onto your arm. Your eyes snap towards her. “What did I tell you about walking off?!” Her tone is harsh. He doesn’t know what to say.

You are pulled to stand up. As the woman drags you away, you glance at him. “I’ll see you in school, Cobie!” He never told you his name, and yet, you found the perfect nickname for him. As your mom tugs you away from him, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Perhaps autumn brought you what you needed the most.

Ever since Jacob denied your offer, you weren’t sure how to act around him. He worked in your dad’s restaurant, and you offered to help them prepare for the party. It’s awkward, that’s for sure, and your dad could notice it. (Though, he never bothered to comment.) But you watch him all the way from the other side of the communal area, observing how he talks to an unfamiliar face.

“How are you enjoying your vacation?” Your eyes dart to where your father is. You’re sure he saw you looking at Jacob, but you can only hope he won’t bring it up.

You sigh as you carry a steel tray filled with kimchi. “Boring, really.” He only shows you an apologetic smile. “I like to work, you know me...”

He hums. “You know, it’s important to take time to rest.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you set the tray down on the table. “I’d be happy if you choose to stay.” To your father, it seemed like you being on leave (or you guess unemployed) would be the only way to have you stay here. You don’t blame him for wanting to try for you know it comes from a place of love, concern, yearning. But even ten years later, you still cannot find a reason to stay here.

“Appa,” you turn to face him. The apologetic smile is now replaced with pleading eyes—it’s hope. “I don’t like not doing anything, you of all people know that.” You’re a motor, one that needs to remain on, and feels the urge to always be on the go. Call it being a workaholic, you couldn’t stand the idea of not doing anything related to work.

And before your father can say anymore, a booming voice sounds throughout the venue. “Jacob! Sangyeon!” Your eyes snap to see Haknyeon hugging the two. Before you know it, his eyes settle on you. “And Y/N!” He rushes to you with a grin on his face. “You decided to show up after all!”

“Well, I want to help Appa out,” you chuckle.

“Abeoji, let me help, too!” Despite what your father says, Haknyeon walks off to grab some more trays.

Your dad sighs. “Haknyeon, always the one helping out.” A grin rests on your lips. He’s still the same boy you know after all. At least some things remain the same.

Before you know it, night comes, and the venue is filled with more residents. Most of them knew each other, talking amongst themselves as they filled their stomachs with food your dad made; it was a sight to behold. But most of all, you can remember the expression on some of their faces when they recognized who you were.

“It’s been forever!”

“You’ve grown up well! What do you do now?”

“You’re back? Since when?”

Admittedly, most of them weren’t expecting your return. You couldn’t disagree with them; you thought the same as well. After all, you moved all your things to Seoul. Still, the people who saw you grow up here were happy to see that you’ve come back, even if it may be for a few weeks. (That’s if you find a job in time.) But even in a sea of familiar faces, you feel out of place. Ten years spent refusing to contact any of them; it’s only expected that your absence would have you as the odd one out.

And you thought you would be okay with it, for you know that you’ll be going back to Seoul anyway. It’s okay if you’ve lost a home in this town for there was none to begin with anyway—no, there was. It would be wrong to say that there’s no trace of home here when the one person who provided you with that for eight years stands on the other side of the venue. He talks to Haknyeon, Sangyeon, and other faces you didn’t know the names of. The smile plastered on his face is one you haven’t received in a long time.

The waves crash against you; they tip your balance and drag your body into the unknown waters. And suddenly, the murky liquid fills your lungs. The bulbs that hang above you become streaks of yellow, and the ringing in your ears tunes out the music and chatter of residents. And before you know it, your feet are taking you elsewhere—anywhere—so long as it’s far from here.

You’re not sure how long you’ve spent walking, or what path you took. All you know is that you’re back here at the playground—the same one you first met Jacob. You find yourself seated on the same swing; it’s definitely smaller but you make it work. The thumping of your heart is all you can hear, and your eyes shut close. A shaky breath leaves you.

Swing. Chain. Steel. Tray. Silver. Jewelry. Sapphire. Blue. Water. Sand. Sun. Warmth. Home—Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. It always goes back to him. Your eyes peel open and they settle on the red slide a few meters away from you.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Slide. Red. Plastic. Short.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. You repeat the action.

The palpitations start to subside, and you can hear your breath become steady. Your brain is exhausted. Today, the waves were stronger—you can only hope the current dies down.

“Why are you here?” Your heart jumps at the sudden voice. As you look at where it comes from, you see Jacob whose hands are tucked in his pockets. His expression is laced with some emotion—you can’t pinpoint it.

With his eyes staring back at yours, you can’t help but feel the need to spill it all out—fears, worries, the ugly truth about you. Maybe it’s the effects of your recent attack that have you in your most vulnerable state, but all you know is that you would do anything to go back to the way things used to be. All you want is to find that piece of home in this godforsaken town.

But your silence is enough to make a frown appear on his eyebrows, and you remember that this isn’t the Jacob you first knew. In front of you is a distant one—the realistic version of the house you’ve run away from—and you’re snapped back to your hardened state.

“I didn’t know we were talking.” The tone is harsh; the venom laced with your words shocks you. You notice how Jacob flinches at your response, and you wish you could take it back—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that—but he doesn’t allow you to talk.

“Fine, I’ll leave you alone.” He tongues the inside of his cheek. “I don’t even know why I bothered following you here,” he mumbles; it strikes a chord within you, and you stand up.

“What’s with you? Why do you suddenly have this attitude with me?” Your frown gets deeper with every question you throw at him. Jacob used to struggle with his anger issues, you know that, but he found ways to resolve it around middle school. Jacob, who used to have a short fuse, turned into one who knew how to control his patience; it seemed like he lost that control over your years away. The boy in front of you almost seems like the version you first knew all while being one you had no clue—a living oxymoron. “I mean, what did I do to deserve this?”

With that one question, something in him snaps. The frown gets deeper, and his hands leave his pockets. “Are you seriously asking me that?” He crosses his arms. “How do you expect me to talk to you after what you did? To someone who just got up and left?” Your face starts to relax, and you only stare at him—the one boy you’ve upset and disappointed the most.

“Y/N, you left with no message!” His hand reaches out to his face, covering his mouth for a moment as he looks away. “You didn’t even bother to keep in touch! How can you change your number right after leaving?” His eyes meet yours; they’re filled with anger, frustration, regret. “I can’t believe you would throw years of friendship away.”

Thunder sounds within you. “Jacob, you of all people know why I left,” you scoff. “Don’t make this about you. I had every reason to leave and you know it, so don’t try to turn this whole situation about you.”

An exasperated sigh leaves him. “You can’t just come back here, ten years later, and expect me to be okay! I have every right to be upset by your disappearance.” He clenches his teeth. “You didn’t even say goodbye!”

“I didn’t have the choice—”

“No, you always have the choice. Don’t try to play that card with me right now.”

Lightning strikes within you; it rumbles and shakes the ground. The river moves at a rapid speed, enough to leave bruises if you were to dip your feet into it. And the fire within you continues to grow, causing everything to erupt into flames. It didn’t matter if Jacob was right or wrong—all you know is that you’re upset with him.

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk to me without being pissy about it, then let’s not talk. I’m going home.” His angered expression falters. “Handle the party yourself.” Before he knows it, you take your leave. It’s possibly the worst thing you could do. You knew they were low on manpower, but you could care less about anyone, about him, for the matter.

With your back turned towards him, you walk to the house you were forced to stay in. And with every step, the sea level rises. The walk back is a tough journey; every step in high levels of water makes it difficult. And when you stand in front of the building that reeks of a scent only you can smell, you wish the water would fill your lungs and submerge your body—it’ll take you away from this place, after all. In this town, not a single trace of home exists.

#works of moni #deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #the boyz #jacob bae #the boyz x reader #jacob bae x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #jacob bae angst #jacob bae fluff #of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i’ll bruise my fingers just for you)

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mishydraws · 4 months

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Very... very unfortunate life update

Hi, everyone.

Ok, I don’t want to waste your time but I wanted to be upfront about what’s going on in my life just so you all know.

Last night I got what is probably one of the worst emails that could have ever appeared in my inbox? Our landlord has given us a 60-day notice to get out. For context, my mom and I have been living here since the year 2000. We have never been late on rent or missed a payment despite every difficulty life has thrown at us in that time and this has completely blindsided us.

We haven’t spoken to any of the neighbors yet but some of the wording on the notice makes me think that they may be kicking out the entire building. Or maybe they’re just targeting those of us in the non-renovated units because we’ve been here so long and they could charge a new tenant much more with a quick kitchen and bathroom upgrade. Renoviction is a new word I just learned. I don’t know. That’s what happened to my brother at his last apartment. They kicked out everyone in his building, renovated, raised the rent, then let new people move in.

They suddenly started increasing our rent every year like clockwork a few years ago so I’ve had a feeling they’ve been trying to price us out for a while but I didn’t know they could just… tell us to leave just because they can. Rent consistently paid up and everything for 24 years.

The notice we received really doesn’t say much so it’s all speculation I guess. It doesn’t state a reason why it just says we need to be gone by March 31st.

But basically, I’m really not doing well right now in all honesty. I slept for maybe an hour last night and it’s like a switch flipped in me as soon as I read the email. My stomach has had this weird knotted feeling ever since and I can’t stand up for more than a few minutes before needing to lie down again in case I either faint or vomit… I’m not sure which but it’s been this way since last night. I had to stand up at the sink to wash one singular dish from dinner and I could barely do it. At least I didn’t see the email until after I ate last night because I still have no appetite now.

However bad I’m feeling I know my mom is probably feeling worse. She has been for a while. She’s getting older and my dad is no longer alive. Aside from my brother and one irl friend I still see in person regularly, we have no family or other support system in this country and are well and truly on our own, staring down the barrel of homelessness if we can’t quickly secure a place and move decades worth of our life there before the end of March.

All of this to say, I don’t know what our usual art shenanigans here are going to look like during this time. I am incredibly stressed to the point where I am physically ill but I also can’t pause and step away because I do need the income that I receive from your support of me/my art here. It’s just the reality. I’ve never been particularly Big And Successful with what I do so your support means all the much more and makes a real impact on my life.

I am so sorry if this dampens your mood at all today or if you notice a decrease in the quality of art I’m able to deliver over the next few months but I will try my best to keep things rolling and let you know if there’s any particular delays to expect.

To top it off, I requested a tour of a nearby apartment last night (more expensive than our current) and the name of the person who just texted me back has the same name as our current landlord. Who wants to start taking bets? I know for a fact they own a lot of property in the area so this isn’t looking promising.

Anyways. Sorry for this downer of a post. If we’re not homeless in 2 months then… I dunno. I’ll have somewhere indoors to do art? Yay? You can imagine the housing market we’re dealing with being in California. The prospect of moving at this point has always been one of my biggest fears but we’ll see if we get lucky real fast 😢

If you've ever thought about supporting my Patreon or anything else, now and over the next few months might be a good time if you can swing it. Maybe it'll help us secure a place to move if I can point to it and be like 'Look! A whole income!' 🥲 Idk man.

There's an art update in the (public) post I made if you want to see what we're at least trying to work on for sticker club through all of this.

Mishy

#mishy talks

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thesilvercup · 2 years

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The Summertime & Butterflies • Steven Conklin

Warnings: none? Maybe angst and mentions of alcohol.

Summary: reader writes a letter to Steven after he gets back with his ex girlfriend, Shayla. Use of their song, Olivia, throughout the letter.

Author’s note: there will definitely be a part two on its way, maybe even more. Series Spotify playlist here!

PART TWO HERE!

Dear Steven,

There you are, standing right next to her. It was only two weeks ago today when I broke up with you. We had given up on our relationship. We barely hung out and when we did it was in groups so we didn’t have to talk to each other. But still I can’t believe you Steven. When I told you that you didn’t give me enough. Enough of your time, enough of your love. I didn’t think that you would have accepted the fact and left. I wanted you to fight for me, for us. But you were okay with moving on. Why were you okay with dumping two years down the drain without batting an eye?

That question spun round and round my head every time I thought about you. Until Belly posted the pic of her and Shayla together and your family bonfire. My stomach dropped, of course you went back to your ex girlfriend. I just wonder if you went back to her when we were still together. Is that why you didn’t fight for us? I know that Bells meant no harm but I had to block her and everyone else on everything. By the time you’re reading this letter you probably already know.

In a burst of jealousy, I found out through some of our mutual friends what party you and Shayla would be at that following weekend. And although you didn’t notice me I was there. I showed up two hours in to make sure that most of the people there would be too drunk to remember me. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen I saw you both there together. You had spilled red wine on your shirt and she was laughing helping you clean it off. I froze, in my head you two weren’t together and seeing you both in person made it a reality. I backed up slowly and drove back to the apartment I rented to spend the summer there with you. How could I be so stupid? You obviously did not want me, not now, not ever, and I ruined that. Through tears I packed the last of my bag and left. I don’t even know why I stayed two extra weeks here after. I should’ve known your love for me was never real. I looked at the clock and realized I needed to stay at least one more night to be focused while I drove the 8 hours back to my house. Do you you know what I decided to do before falling asleep? I decided to scroll through Instagram. That was the straw that broke the metaphoric camel’s back.

I had completely forgot to block Shayla and she posted a picture of herself under the covers with the caption: “I’m lying in bed with his t-shirt on.” And you Steven had commented, “this isn’t the stain of red wine babe, I’m bleeding love.” I stilled in bed and realized that our sayings were probably used on her first. “Bleeding love,” was undeniably our thing, every morning and night in bed we told each other that we are bleeding love. How could you? That’s why I’ve decided to write you this. Don’t come after me. I know that you won’t but if this letter even slightly changed your mind, I don’t want to hear it. I’ll be sending all of your stuff to the Fisher’s home down here. Oh and everything you gave me, because you’ll probably want to give it to Shayla too.

The consequences have been falling now, and they’re something I’ll be having nightmares about.

But know that no matter what just know that I hate you. Nothing will repair what you have broken. And maybe that’s a good thing.

Thinking about how it went wrong,

“Your Olivia”

P.s I hope you share our song with her too

#steven conklin x reader #the summer i turned pretty #one direction #song lyrics #fanfic #steven conklin #angst #short fanfic #Steven Conklin x you

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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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i think i loved you more. | kth

title ; i think i loved you more. you don’t even think about me.

description ; how could you love me and then walk away?

cast ; taehyung x you

word count ; 3.2k

tracklist ; chilly - niki, fools - troye sivan, consequences - camila cabello, the apartment we won’t share - niki

tags ; best friends to lovers to exes, angst, it’s literally just angst, anyway surprise!! i didn’t think i’d actually finish this but here we are so i hope u like it

present

it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about taehyung in years. it would be a lie because taehyung crosses your mind far more frequently than you care to admit, occupying his own little corner, sitting so comfortably there that he’s made a home out of it, the kind of thing you wish didn’t feel like such a constant in your life, and yet, it is.

and while you’re relatively good at pretending taehyung isn’t a permanent facet in your mental inventory, a part of you still knows full well that he loiters. you should’ve fined him six months into it; either he start paying rent or move the fuck on out of your head.

of course, then, you’d have to admit you never moved on as much as you should have.

regardless, there are still times when he doesn’t linger in the recesses of your mind, when your thoughts decide to take a break from playing grainy film reels of memories that you can’t seem to burn. photos can be deleted but it’s much harder to erase the sight of his lips slowly curving upwards, until it grows into that big, goofy grin you love so much.

loved. loved, so much.

the point being, that for once you weren’t thinking of taehyung tonight. it’s a little difficult to be thinking of past love affairs when you’re too busy trying to find and squeeze yourself into a hoseok-appropriate outfit (how come yoongi gets away with wearing whatever the hell he wants but if it’s you it’s all, ‘i know damn well you can do better than that y/n,’ and ‘i know you did not come to this fancy ass restaurant in jeans y/n’ like? it’s blatant favoritism.)

by the time you show up to whatever new instagram-aesthetic restaurant hoseok has been begging you to come with him to lately, you’re approximately ten minutes late. by your standards - it’s not so bad. yoongi might not even whine about being forced to wait for you to show up to order something more than drinks.

(come to think of it, maybe hoseok doesn’t play favorites. you have to wear something nice; yoongi isn’t allowed to start eating without you. all things considered, you pulled the better bargain.)

“fucking finally,” yoongi groans, as you slide into the booth across from him. yoongi never does pass up an opportunity to complain.

“it’s not even 7:30,” you wave him off. a waiter sets down a plate of calamari in front of you and you raise your brows. “and it looks like you got an appetizer anyway.” so much for waiting for you.

“that’s because in five minutes they would’ve kicked us out for waiting any longer,” yoongi raises his brows back at you, eyes darting away only so he can gauge when hoseok is finally satisfied with the number of photos he’s snapped.

“cut her some slack,” hoseok tucks his phone away. “she dressed like a person today. that probably took some time.”

you stare at him. “that’s it? that’s all i get?”

hoseok grins. “you’re ten minutes late, i can’t be honest with you or your ego will get too big. if i tell you you look stunning, next time you’re gonna show up twenty minutes late looking breathtaking.”

“or i could show up on time in a hoodie,” you offer, cackling when his expression flattens immediately, unimpressed with you. hoseok knows you enjoy dressing up, it’s just that you’re too lazy to do it if he isn’t there to badger you about it.

“here,” he passes you a menu, which you flip open and browse through as he starts chattering on about his day, complaining about how namjoon got on his ass again about something or another at his job.

“i love him, i do, but that man is anal as fuck,” hoseok gripes, to which yoongi smirks and hoseok narrows his eyes back. lucky for hoseok, yoongi is too busy enjoying his calamari to be bothered to stop eating just to fire off sexual innuendos about hoseok and his love/hate relationship with his coworker.

you glance around the restaurant. it’s a nice place, as expected given it was hoseok’s choice. it has a bit of an old-timey look, but what makes it stand out is the space carved out in the center, where you spot couples dancing together, or friends dragging each other onto the dance floor, laughter intermingling with the jazzy tune playing over the speakers.

taehyung would like this place.

for someone as mischievous and childish as taehyung, he liked jazz a lot. in retrospect it made a lot of sense - the sassiness in the notes, the moments when the music would take a surprise leap in another direction. it suited taehyung. he was whimsical and unexpected, a troublemaker and everybody’s favorite.

including yours.

sophomore year of high school

“miss y/l/n,” mr. kang stops you in the hall. “have you seen taehyung?”

you blink back at your teacher. “no,” you’re a little baffled why he’s asking you. how are you supposed to know where taehyung is?

mr. kang makes a displeased expression. he grunts. “that kid owes me homework. if you see him, send him my way, please.”

mr. kang is an older, crankier teacher, but he’s also one of the most lenient. taehyung’s lucky the two of you got him for language arts; anybody else would’ve simply given taehyung a zero on his missing essay and called it a day. that’s all that crosses your mind when you head off, in search of your friend.

it turns out, mr. kang stopping you in the hallway is the first in a long series of people asking you for taehyung’s whereabouts. you don’t consider yourself stuck to him like glue, but it seems the rest of the school does, the remainder of high school passing with questions of, hey can you pass this along to taehyung? or have you seen taehyung? or do you know if taehyung’s busy this weekend? as if you’re his keeper. but you’re only his friend. no one could ever be taehyung’s keeper.

you wonder sometimes if anyone ever asks taehyung about you. you know of course the answer is no, because, for one, no one can ever seem to find taehyung in the first place, and two, nobody’s ever looking for you if they’re not already looking for him, anyway.

you always knew taehyung was a troublemaker, but much like the rest of the school, he had you wrapped around his little finger. he wasn’t exactly the class clown, per say, but he could still upturn a whole class with a few well-timed, choice words, leaving teachers scrambling to get everyone back in order. he had a mischievous streak, but not enough to be considered a bad boy - just enough to have his grades dropping a little more than they probably should have, between the missing homeworks and the crammed studying he did right before his exams.

but he was a good guy. he was your best friend. he made your goody-two-shoes life just that little more entertaining, and he loved to do just that. the only detentions you ever got were because he was involved in them, but they were far and few between, because taehyung rarely let you take the fall for anything. taehyung might’ve gotten you into trouble - but he also did his best to get you out of it.

maybe that’s why you loved him. taehyung was balanced in an odd sort of way. or maybe it was just that he balanced you.

you think maybe because of that you might’ve followed him to the end of the world and back if he’d have let you.

junior year of high school

“this is really weird,” you state, staring at the plastic baby in taehyung’s arms. sex ed is fine, maybe a little exasperating to get through considering half the boys in your class can’t talk about sexual organs without snickering or looking much more confused than they really should be, but this parenting assignment?

this is really fucking weird.

“i just wish it was cuter,” taehyung rocks the (again - plastic) child in his arms. “there’s no way you and me would pop out a baby this ugly.”

you choke on your juice. you have never once in your life considered ‘popping out a baby’ with taehyung. your mind does work at quick speeds on a regular basis, but now it’s doing double time imagining a future with taehyung and - unnecessarily - the probable process that is required in order to have said child.

stop. stop. this is so incredibly off limits.

when you’re older - and taehyung is somehow yours, for a time - you learn that it’s actually really easy to imagine a future with taehyung. it’s easy to see him in your life for the rest of eternity because taehyung isn’t shy about wanting to spend his time with you. you were fully prepared to pair off with jimin for this assignment but taehyung gave you an offended look and said, “are you really ditching me for jimin?”

you don’t think there’s anything wrong with jimin, considering jimin is a much better student than taehyung.

but also it’s taehyung. so he has a point.

taehyung passes you a napkin. he doesn’t look at you when he says it, but, “is it really that weird to think about?”

“think about what?”

he looks up. the smile that taehyung usually has playing on his face at all times is nowhere to be found. “you and me,” he says, softly.

he looks like he wants to say more, but he stops there, eyes trained on yours. you feel like your heart is simultaneously frozen in your chest and racing at an unhealthy rate, pounding hard against your ribcage. you don’t understand him. you understand him completely. he knows you do. between the two of you, you’ve always been the smart one.

but then he cracks a grin, unreadable, dark eyes transforming into those familiar, bright ones again. “yeah, you’re right,” he sighs as if you’ve even said a word. “i’m way out of your league.”

you sock him hard in the arm and relish in his cry of pain.

senior year of high school

taehyung falls in love with you first.

you don’t know it, until you do. until he’s catching you from tripping over your heels at the homecoming dance, both arms secure around you, breath catching because your faces are too close together and it makes him nervous.

he wants to kiss you, and you can tell.

he doesn’t. he simply lifts you back upright, cheeks dusted in pink and hands shoved back into his pockets, a teasing remark slipping past his lips that you swat at him for.

he tells you to slip off your heels - “who cares, y/n? just dance!” and taehyung, like always, is good at convincing you to do anything.

taehyung falls in love with you first. he kisses you on your doorstep when he drops you home after the dance. he falls in love with you first, and you can tell.

but you fall in love with him harder, and when you get older, when you’re no longer a teenager in love, when you’re no longer distracted by the feeling consuming your chest, blooming into roses and lilacs and carnations, you’ll wish you weren’t able to tell.

but you can.

present

loving taehyung was a lot of things.

it was secret glances from across the room. it was snickers bitten down, eyes alight with laughter you weren’t allowed to let out because your teachers were frowning down at you. it was those absolutely massive hugs only kim taehyung could give out - crushing you tight against him, leaving you basking in his warmth and that ever-familiar woodsy scent of his. it was screaming when he lifted you clean off the ground to spin you in circles, until he got dizzy and you both toppled to the ground - but taehyung was always careful in making sure you landed on him, a clumsy but soft fall, filled with giggles and crinkled, crescent eyes.

loving taehyung was wishing he’d have let you go in the same way - clumsily, but softly.

your eyes wander the dance floor. you spend too much time creating new memories with taehyung that will never happen. no one else knows the way you still wonder what it’d be like to pass him on the street, or bump into him in the grocery store. if he’d smile at you and ask how you’re doing, or if whatever look on his face at the moment would drop and suddenly he’d be unreadable, like he was when he left you.

but they’re just fantasies. daydreams and idle passings. taehyung is your first love and he was your best friend to top it off. it makes sense that it’s hard for you to let go, even years and various partners after the fact.

“did you just say seokjin’s having a kid?” hoseok near shouts, yoongi wincing at the volume and rubbing at his ear.

“yeah,” he grumbles, digging at the food on his plate. “you don’t have to sound so surprised about it. you knew they were trying.”

you open your mouth to respond, head turning back to pay attention to your friends, when you stop, lips still parted from a sentence that never quite hits the air.

yoongi notices. he turns in the direction you’re looking, which makes hoseok turn in the direction he’s looking, and both of them immediately quiet.

taehyung.

passing fantasies, fleeting memories, all of them scramble in your head and form kim taehyung from across the floor. you were right. taehyung does like this place.

there’s a girl wrapped around him, dancing with him. you hardly notice her, rather, it’s the way he smiles, eyes alight, mischievous as ever, closed-lipped smile turning slowly into a wide grin.

he looks happy. it’s funny because it’s been years and you’ve promised yourself you’ve moved on and yet at just the sight of him you know it was wrong to keep him lingering in the back of your mind every day, pretending it’s just a habit from years of knowing and loving taehyung.

he spins her around and you’re thrown back into a life that no longer belongs to you. he pulls her close and you watch a future you still dream of sometimes crumble into dust. his eyes shine and you feel the wind sweep away the ashes, your heart sinking low in your chest.

maybe yoongi and hoseok are trying to talk to you. maybe you should pay attention, maybe you should listen, maybe you should react to hoseok’s gentle touch on your arm trying to get you to come back down to earth. but you don’t hear or feel any of it. you and taehyung were years in the making. it’s funny how easily that all went away. it’s funny how years pass and he looks so happy. without you. taehyung is happy without you.

some part of you is slowly running reels through your mind. black and white and gray - the way taehyung kissed you, the way taehyung spun you in circles, the way taehyung curled up beside you in bed, tugging you close to his chest, murmuring about forever.

the thing about taehyung is that you always knew he was a flight risk. taehyung doesn’t sit still. taehyung can’t even hold a single topic for longer than five minutes, so maybe it’s your fault for believing he’d love you for longer than he actually did. maybe it’s your fault for thinking he’d hold onto you, settle down with you.

it’s just - you really thought he would love you enough to stay.

the other half of your brain is running reels in color - reds and blues and greens, a child, a home, a ring. sometimes it shifts back into black and white, like one of those old-timey films taehyung loves so much, where things were oddly domestic, honey, i’m home - taehyung loved to swing open your apartment door singing those words.

that apartment is someone else’s now. your furniture is gone. your clothes are elsewhere. his hoodies aren’t mixed with yours.

it’s funny. it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about taehyung in years. it would be a lie because you think about taehyung every single fucking day but when you see him across the room, tangled with someone else, you know.

i don’t think i even cross your mind anymore.

they say there are three types of everlasting loves.

one. your first love. puppy love, giddy, fresh and young and exciting. clumsy and filled with good intention. and generally never meant to last. but everything is new, everything is a first - and you never really forget your firsts.

two. the person you will never be able to forget. the person you will probably love most, even if things don’t work out. the person who connects with you in a way that you never thought was possible, someone who aligns right next to you - until they don’t. until life gets in the way. until even loving them isn’t enough to keep things together.

three. your last love. the person you choose, every day. the person you want for forever, the person who maybe doesn’t light up the kind of sparks you get with your first love, or make you feel the depth that you feel with the person you’ll never forget, but still - they love you, and you love them, and it feels stable. it feels right. it feels everlasting.

taehyung’s eyes meet yours from across the room and you know there’s no one else but you who would’ve noticed his reaction. the marginal twitch in his expression, the way his eyes flicker in recognition of you. the subtle tenseness he gets in his fingers, the way he has to blink out the memory of you.

taehyung loved you first. you knew that. you knew it in the way he left roses in your locker or traded lunches with you when you didn’t like yours. you knew it in the way he lost his breath at the sight of you in a prom dress, or how he lit up at the prospect of going to college together.

but you loved him more. you knew that too. you knew it in the way you suggested living together first, in the way you waited every day for him to come home. you knew it in the way you buried yourself in his clothes when he wasn’t around, in the way you carefully prepared anniversary gifts while he had a tendency to forget. you knew it in the way you were always reaching for his hand even when he was pulling away, knew it when you were the one whispering i love you in the dark when he was fast asleep.

you knew, because he was the one who left you.

there are three types of everlasting loves. for taehyung, you’re the first.

for you, taehyung might be all of them. even if he doesn’t choose you, it seems you never stopped choosing him.

the world colors itself back in slowly. you don’t know how long taehyung’s eyes are on yours. you just know that he’s the first to look away, a loving smile directed to his partner, a smile that no longer belongs to you.

the last remaining part of your heart - that was holding on to something you knew wasn’t ever coming back for you - shatters.

i don’t think i ever stopped loving you.

#taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x yn #taehyung x y/n #taehyung #taehyung angst #angst #am i ever gonna have a consistent formatting? probably not #i was also gonna wait a little to post this but i decided to say fuck it! and so.. yeah #fic: lymt

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frogl3gs · 11 months

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I know I am extremely privileged to have a place to stay and in-laws who allow us to stay at their house virtually rent free but I stg every. single. time. my husband leaves the house to go do some innocuous task (today he is dropping off the mail and last night he was grabbing some medicine from cvs) his mom comes and finds me and asks me where he went!! And it really bugs me!!!

Matt is trying to set boundaries with his parents and one of them is not telling them every little thing he does because they will get mad at him for visiting certain parts of town or going to certain stores and so it really feels like they think they can ask me and I’ll just tattle.

Just last week we went to this one park to walk the dog and his dad yelled at him about the crime in the area and how we could have gotten shot and upset gang members etc by going and it was like a 10 minute tirade that was really unsettling because they aren’t Fox News people. I guess they just have some other form of like brain rot??? Idk it feels mean typing that but they yell at Matt regularly and it’s really startling for me and we’re just so ready to move out.

Which is really sad. It’s very obvious to me that they have a very weird relationship with Matt. They call his sister 3-5 times a day (when they aren’t there) and when we lived in Texas they would call him twice a month. He lived in Texas for 10 years and they never came to visit him. Not once. They drive to his sister’s house every Sunday and stay there until Thursday. And it’s just very striking.

Again, I’m super happy to have a place to stay that is relatively free but honestly I’d rather be in our own spot paying rent - we just can’t get approved anywhere currently without paystubs despite our savings being what it is. Matt has three job offers and I have mine but we both won’t start until August. So not that long but we probably won’t have our own spot until September. I don’t want to rush finding an apartment but I do want out of this environment more for Matt than myself.

These people just aren’t who I thought they were and I don’t think Matt expected this either. It’s very sad to watch/experience tangentially.

#family ramble

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our-time-is-now · 4 months

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October 13, 2019 (2): Guess!

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Sunday, 1:07 pm

WhatsApp, ok.cool.:

David: Okay, little change of plans. We’re now looking for a two- to three-room apartment, preferably in Moabit and affordable! Would be nice if you could keep an eye out!

Carlos: Huh? Why that? Did you win the lottery and you’re now showing off your money by renting an apartment with living room, bedroom and office room?!

Abdi: Or are you moving in together with Laura again, after all? I thought you were past that topic.

Jonas: Or are you starting your own flatshare?

Matteo: He found the world’s best roommate!

Carlos: Really? Cool! Who is it?

Abdi: A roommate who doesn’t already have an own apartment? That’s not very practical, isn’t it?

Matteo: Noo, the guy’s still living in a flatshare right now but now wants the full David-blast.

Jonas: For real?

Matteo: Yep! ;-)

Carlos: I don’t get it….

Abdi: Are you moving in with Alex? Noo, then he could just move into the loft… huh?

Matteo: :-) :-) :-)

David: Ey, it’s really unbelievable that it’s the two of you who don’t get it, even though only a few days ago you were so in favor of it…

Carlos: In favor of what?! We’re constantly in favor of something…

Jonas: I’m just thinking about whether or not it would be funny to let them guess…

David: lol @ Jonas. Probably - but it’s also a little mean, isn’t it?

Abdi: Hey, come on Brudis, clear it up!

Jonas: Guess!

Carlos: Dude, no, for real now!? You two? Davenzi!? Together!? New apartment?! <3<3<3

Matteo: Otherwise I really would have doubted you, Carlos :-)

Abdi: AWESOME! Yes, great, congratulations! I’ll definitely keep my ears open together with you!

Carlos: Me too!!!! Awesome!!!!

Jonas: Have you asked Linn yet? Doesn’t her dad have connections?

Alex: No time to read up on everything, what did I miss?

David: Oh, right - we’ll go and ask Linn. This morning, we were too busy confessing…

Abdi: @ Alex: Davenzi are moving in together!

Carlos: <3<3<3

Alex: Okay.

Jonas: Okay?

Alex: Doesn’t really surprise me. Congratulations!

Abdi: Ey, you player…. you can’t foresee everything, either!

Alex: Guys, seriously? You’ve said it yourselves, the two of them will stay living together after the three months. You don’t need a crystal ball for that.

Carlos: But it was close. David was already looking for flatshares.

Matteo: He even already had one, actually. Well, he got the okay after we decided it.

Jonas: Decided? The way I knew you two that surely was highly dramatic once again.

Alex: Have to leave again. See you.

Matteo: Byeee Alex

Abdi: Bye, Brudi

Carlos: See you, Brudi

Jonas: Say Hi to Mia

Carlos: So? Spill! How did it happen?

David: Have a good flight, Alex!

Jonas: Oh, right… he’s already coming back today… so good flight from me, as well!

Carlos: Hello?! Details!?

Abdi: I also want details!

David: There aren’t many big details… Matteo and I were supposed to meet and I was late because I was at a flatshare viewing before our meeting, which was a really good viewing. And Matteo was somehow weird… the days before as well and I asked him what was wrong and then he told me that he doesn’t want me to move out…

Carlos: So he simply said: “I don’t want you to move out”!?

David: Why is it that such things are only ever talked about with our relationship!? For example, it would also be nice to learn how Kiki and Carlos greeted each other on Friday evening after being separated for a week, wouldn’t it?

Matteo: Nice try :-*

Carlos: I’ll gladly tell you about it in a lot of detail in a minute, but first we’ll talk about you two.

Matteo: Man, okay, I said that I find it shit that David wants to stick to the stupid plan and that I’m opposed to the plan and that I want us to stay living together and that I don’t care where and how and yeah.

Carlos: Awwww

Matteo: Well

Jonas: Nice Brudi, I’m proud of you!

Matteo: Haha

Jonas: No, really.

Matteo: So how is Kiki doing, Carlos? How was the weekend?

David: @ Jonas: Me too!

Carlos: So far, the weekend was quite nice and if she weren’t in the shower right now, I wouldn’t hang around WhatsApp right now, either… Friday night was a little strange. I think she imagined it to be easier… arriving here, I mean… and at first she didn’t want to admit that all of this overwhelms her quite a bit, I think. New people, new city, new surroundings etc… she acted so weirdly fake as if everything were okay…

David: But a fresh start like that is also hard… if it weren’t for Laura back then… and Kiki really doesn’t have anyone in Halle… did you talk about it?

Abdi: Oh man, poor Kiki…

Jonas: Jep. I think you can plan for everything as much as you want… every fresh start is damn hard. I mean it’s the same for all of us… but at least we still have each other.

Matteo: Oh man, yes, I can really understand that. And Kiki always acts really tough. Could you talk to her?

Carlos: Yes, we talked, I told her that I’m always there or rather only a phone call away and that she’ll surely meet people in uni and so on. She just also misses her girls, but I think Sam will visit her next weekend, unfortunately I don’t have time that weekend. So I hope everything will be okay eventually.

Matteo: Hey, if it helps then we’ll all show up. When’s the next time she’ll be here? Then we could also get the entire crew together or something?

David: Good that you could talk!

Abdi: It probably really takes a bit of time for her to get used to it.

Carlos: Well she’ll only come for a longer period of time over Christmas… that's a really incredibly long time away. Otherwise she’ll really try to make sure to come to Berlin every second or third weekend… she’ll definitely be there for Davenzi’s birthday party! Everyone will be there, then, anyways…

David: Yeah! Happy to hear that!

Jonas: Yes, awesome! That’s not so far away anymore, either… this means we can gift you things for your new apartment… Blender, coffee maker and stuff like that… you should make a list of what you need!

Matteo: First we need an apartment… But Carlos, then let’s make a Christmas party or something like that. We did that in the past… that was nice…

Abdi: Davenzi will simply get kitchen appliances from us… it’s already come this far…

Carlos: Christmas party sounds nice… Kiki also likes Christmas markets.

Matteo: First Christmas market, then party!

Jonas: Luigi, bro, I’m sure you must know what stuff you guys already have and what you don’t have, right? David, you tell us, I’m sure you’re better organized.

David: My first Christmas in Berlin! I’m also in favor of Christmas market AND Christmas party!

Abdi: Maybe you’ll find an apartment by the first of December - then the Christmas party will definitely be held at your place!

Carlos: Or at ours! I’d also love to have a party if the bed is right around the corner!

David: @ Jonas: To be honest, I’m not really too organized yet. The decision is still really new and I didn’t have time to make lists yet ;-) But I’ll have to talk to Laura, anyways… Matteo and I will surely be able to use a lot of stuff from our old apartment…

Jonas: Doesn’t Laura need that herself? Or are you splitting it up?

Matteo: Yeees, at your place, I’m in favor of that!

Abdi: Me too!

Matteo: @ Jonas: Laura will stay at the flatshare and is going to take over my room if we can find a place fast enough… or rather, that’s probably already a made decision, but if not, then we’ll have to shift things around a bit… maybe we’ll have to ask Alex, who’s not aware of anything yet…

Jonas: Haha, I see. But if you shift over Mia to his place, then he surely won’t mind.

Matteo: But Mia might :P

Carlos: Oh, you’ll figure it out. If not, then we have a sofa available…

Jonas: Hanna also has more than one bedroom…

Matteo: Yes, thanks. Everything will work out somehow.

David: You guys really are the best! Thanks, Brudis! But first you all have to keep an eye out for a suitable apartment!

Carlos: Aye, aye, Sir!

Abdi: We’ll do that!

David: <3

(next play)

#druck #druck og #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #davenzi plays

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words-after-midnight · 1 year

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Seven Snippets, Seven People

Thank you for the tag, @talesofsorrowandofruin!

Tagging: @catchingbigfish, @sunset-a-story, @coffeexafterxmidnight, @justnerdy15, @halfvirgo, @winterandwords, @linaket

I'll share seven snippets from the previous version of Life in Black and White - these mostly aren't my favorite bits, as those are mostly full of spoilers or part of the end arc, which I don't share at all except with readers. However, I do really like all of these!

I called in sick to work tonight. Jenna doesn’t know. I walk through the park at sundown, iPod on, sitting on a bench facing the water. I sit there, in silence, until the retreating sun is replaced by stars and moonlight.

What with the thick fog clouding my mind, I’ve hardly seen the time pass. Before I know it, it’s almost the end of what was supposed to be my shift. I have about an hour, give or take, to get back to the apartment before Jenna starts worrying.

Suddenly, just as I’m about to leave and call it a night, I hear the sound of fireworks. And then I see them, shooting up into the clear night sky, over the water. No idea what the occasion is. I just sit there, spellbound, staring into their bright reflections. I could swear he sent them to me, just to rub salt in the wound. I get up from the bench and step up to the railing, multicolored lights dancing before me.

"You’ll finally be able to move on, and be free of this. Now, I’m not saying you have to go home today and confront him – I know you, and I know that’s not going to end well. I’m just saying, maybe a real, man-to-man talk with your father is overdue. We could do it here, if you’d like. Isabelle could also be present if you’d feel more comfortable.” She pauses and looks at me in a way that makes it seem like she’s done with her little speech, so I say, “Can I talk now?” She says, “Yes.” I look at her very seriously, very overtly, and I say quite simply: “I have nothing to say to my father.”

“Yeah.” I say, looking at him. He looks at me, too, and it might be the vodka, but it’s like his eyes have a search warrant out for my soul. I look back at the moon, so fucking thankful that mind-reading isn’t a real thing (according to Catricia). “Guess we have that in common.”

“Guess so,” he says. “So what’re you doing here, then?”

“What?”

“I mean, you said you go to Isabelle’s when your dad’s being a fuckwit.”

“Yeah?”

“So why’d you come here?”

Does he want me to leave? Probably. This must be a huge inconvenience. “I don’t know,” I say - obviously a bold-faced lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. “First place that came to mind, I guess."

After a few minutes, he opens the newspaper that was left on the table and I go back to my reading.

“There’s coffee,” I say.

“Huh?”

“I made coffee if you want some.”

He looks up from the newspaper and smiles at me. “Gee, Killjoy, you’re doing more than half the people who actually live here. Want to rent a room?”

“You know I’m seventeen, right?”

“So?”

“So my dad would shit a brick and report me missing?”

He laughs. I can’t help but smile at the notion that I could actually live here, and that he would actually be agreeable to that - that he would suggest it, even. Maybe someday. A guy can dream. I am turning eighteen in August…

The leaves on the trees were still green, mostly, but there was a discernible chill in the air. It was cloudy. I was wearing a black zip-up sweater, jeans, a beanie, and dark green chucks. I was tired because I’d barely slept the night before. Jeff hadn’t been home since Thursday, and had mentioned to Daphne that he might be out of town for the weekend. He hadn’t mentioned anything to me. Hadn’t even bothered to message me.

I kept telling myself, You’re just being paranoid.

But I just couldn’t make that pesky feeling in my stomach go away. You know the one.

Something’s wrong.

I was just leaving McDonald’s. I remember I desperately needed a coffee before my doctor’s appointment that afternoon. I remember the coffee was just a little too strong. I remember they were playing Bohemian Rhapsody, and that it was just a little too quiet.

Mama, just killed a man.

Put a gun against his head,

Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.

Mama, life had just begun,

But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.

I used to like that song, once, in a past life, but I haven’t been able to listen to it since that day.

A plate containing two thick pancakes is set in front of me. Moments later, a black coffee and a butter knife and fork join them.

“Enjoy,” says Daphne. “Kyle’s a dick, but he makes the world’s best pancakes.”

Jeff, still humming cheerfully and circling the kitchen island like a vulture looking for prey, comes up behind me, and I feel his hand on my shoulder. It’s a miracle I don’t fall out of my chair. “How ya feeling, kid?”

I want to dig a hole in the backyard, crawl into it, and die. “Been better.”

He chuckles. He's back at the front of the kitchen island now, and sits down facing me. “How’s the hangover on a scale from one to ten? I’m at about a three.”

He's acting like nothing happened. Maybe I should, too, I tell myself. “A good seven.”

I remember being comforted by this, at first, because I was thinking to myself that I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been really, actually happy. But then, as I sat there looking at him, cradling his head in my lap, I realized that wasn’t true. That there were some moments where I’d been genuinely happy. They were always just few and far between, always fleeting, never enough. But I supposed they did exist. That they do exist.

“I think happiness is real, but maybe it’s just not what people think it is. Maybe it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” I can still hear his drowsy laughter, like a song my brain plays to comfort me. It’s one of my favorites. “Christ, who are you, Oprah?” “No, you know what? I take that back. I know happiness is real. Or at least contentment. You know how I know?” “Hmm?” “Because I’m feeling it right now.”

#snippet #libaw #writing #tag games

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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RL Simself-Story (18+)

⚠ CW: addiction, drugs, loss

I needed help, so I decided to see Elena. I didn’t really trust Elena because of that shady guy (her boyfriend), she worked for as a dancer in his club. Still, I’ve known Elena since I was a little girl. She was someone special to me during my childhood, just as I was to her.

Our past

Elena met me at her parents' apartment. This was the place, where she and her sister grew up. I knew this place well. We were neighbors and lived in the same house. It wasn’t until I turned 9 or 10, that my parents could afford a nicer, bigger home for us. So many memories came up when I entered Elena’s home 😕.....Elena’s parents were very nice people. They came to Germany when Elena wasn’t born yet. At that time, war was in the Balkans and during the war in the former Yugoslavia, many people came to Germany. Elena’s mom was pregnant with her, but she was not allowed to stay in Germany, just her dad. So she went back to Belgrade (Serbia), where she originally came from, like my mom’s family. Seven years later, Elena & her sister came back to Germany with their mom....One day Ana and I were playing outside. Elena heard, that my sister and I spoke in their mother tongue, so she approached us and since then, we’ve been inseparable. Later when I moved from there with my parents, we haven’t seen each other that often, but when I was16 and started going to that one fucking club, I met Elena again. And just before I met Nico, Elena met this guy who owned a club and started working for him. Since then, I no longer saw her. Actually, I never knew exactly WHY she started working in this club as a dancer?

Me: I never thought I’d come back to this place one day. I feel like when I was 8 years old. 😟

Elena: You were my marshmallow. 🤗

Me: My granma always brought us these marshmallow cookies from Italy. She knew how much you & I love them. I just got back from work and didn’t have time. But next time I bring you some.

Elena: Back then those cookies always cheered us up when we were sad, but today..... everything looks a bit different. Cookies alone are not enough.😕

Me: Sure, now that you’re with that weird guy who owns a club and hurts other people, cookies are probably not enough.🤨

Elena: You still think I knew about this shit that happened to David and your sister? I didn’t lie to you! 😩

Me: David recognized one of those guys! How can you protect someone like him? 🤷‍♀️

Elena: I DO NOT protect him and I abhor violence!! Besides, you’re here because you wanted my help. You don’t look good, marshmallow! 😟 Are you ok?

Me: You know what? I’m leaving, that was stupid of me to think you’d tell me the truth. And don’t call me Marshmallow! We’re not 8 anymore! 😒

Elena: Please don’t go! I don’t want us to lose sight of each other again. And you were right! I don’t want to be with him anymore, so I’m here in my parents' apartment. But...how can I help you?

Me: I’m not judging you for falling in love with him. But it doesn’t matter! I am so desperate, that I would even be willing to do the same as you. 😔Getting involved with the devil....I really need to help Daniel. I don’t have time to explain what’s going on with him. Just, he really sucks....He did something stupid, just so I didn’t hurt. We’re out of money, Idk how to get him this damn shit?😢We don’t get our pills back until Friday, but we can’t wait that long or hold out! We’ll both lose our jobs and we can’t pay the rent anymore. Besides, who knows if we really get our pills on Friday? An official doctor has to approve this first , so it will probably continue for us until Monday anyway. 😰

Elena told me she wanted to break up with her boyfriend, the club owner she’s dancing for. She found out he lied to her about a lot of things and wants to leave. She wanted to emigrate to Amsterdam, where her dad was currently with his family as well as her sister Tina. Her bf, knew nothing about all this. Elena was afraid he would take away all the money she made, so she pretended to be together. She wanted to wait another 2 weeks until she had enough money to finally leave him. At that point, he thought she was staying with her parents because her dad was sick, but her dad wasn’t even there. She just wanted to get away from this guy! Why Elena suddenly changed her mind about him, she also told me.

Me: You knew what kind of guy he was from the beginning, you can’t tell me you had no idea about all this, Elena.🤨

Elena: Yes, I knew he was dealing drugs, but there are also some other things that I recently learned about him. And you know, I was in a really bad state back then. He was there for me! He helped me and took care of me. I, wanted to work as a dancer for him, he was against it at first, but I wanted to earn my own money. I needed it for my...... mom.😔 😢

Me: Elena!😦....Why are you crying? It’s not so bad. I mean, as long as he hasn’t forced you, there’s nothing wrong with doing this job. But what about your mom? Where is she, anyway?

Elena: You know my mom was sick, and because she couldn’t pay her hospital bills, I started this job in the first place. But all this was in vain.😔 My mom died last year.😭

I couldn’t believe it! I was really shocked and needed a while to say anything. This nice, young woman who always smiled and took care of everyone so lovingly was gone, forever! That’s how I remembered Elena’s mom. Now I also understood why her dad and sister flew to Amsterdam. Elena didn’t know if her dad would come back one day, but she had a hard time leaving the apartment. Everything reminded her of her mom. She didn’t want to leave it all behind. She said every time she came home, in this apartment where she grew up, she felt like her mom was there. We both cried and said nothing for a while. Elena wasn’t really addicted to drugs when she met her boyfriend. It was when she started working in his club, that she suddenly had access to all the drugs. When her mom died, she numbed her pain and grief with all these drugs. And so she stayed with him, because thanks to him, she never had trouble getting drugs.

Elena gave me some of that damn drug I needed. It was not much she had, so after we both shared a line, we thought about how to continue....

Elena: As soon as I have enough money, I’ll be gone! I’ll leave everything to do with him behind. But I have to be careful, not to let him know about my escape plan.😟

Me: I think I know who can help you hide until you’re actually gone. You know Dominick? He also lost his family last year.

Elena: This tall, sad guy with the military jacket?

Me: Yea.

Elena: You think he would help me, if my fucking bf gets something from my escape plan?

Me: I am pretty sure! And I’m not gonna let you down anyway, if our plan goes wrong.

Elena: I know, marshmallow! But first we help you and Daniel! We have to change now and then, you and I go to the club. I’ll pretend to come to work and while you’re waiting for me, I’ll get the drugs for you. I’m just gonna say you’re my old friend, which is true. But if anyone asks questions.....Let’s say I teach you how to dance! You’re supposed to be interested in this job. 🤷‍♀️

Me: Deal! I’ll just go to the club with you every time I need something and pretend I want to be a dancer.

Elena: As long as we let him and the guys who work there believe this, you can move freely there and take what you want. But still, we have to try to avoid him! He owns a second club, so he’s very busy rn. You know, thats good for us! ☝😏 ...But you don’t have to be afraid, he won’t hurt you! No one there! 🙂

Me: Yeah....Agh, let’s just do it! 🤷‍♀️

And so this short but pretty crazy journey began for me as a fake dancer. And well, unfortunately it won’t be as easy as Elena and I imagined.

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic - Chapter 23

Hi hi! OH my gosh today was grand. I started moving into my apartment today. I did it all on my own so I could see it by myself for the first time. It is gorgeous. It’s literally nothing special but it is mine and I love it so much. I don’t even have a bed yet in there but every part of me wanted to just stay there tonight. I was walking through the bedrooms trying to decide which one I wanted to claim as my own and I went into one and the energy in this room felt so good. I didn’t think I would care that much about a bedroom, but ooh boy this room felt so special. It felt like a room where good things happen. And it has a window that looks out at the cutest little street and a bathroom straight up connected to it which is amazing. I am so excited to start living there full time. It just feels so right. Also, this is really weird but a year ago on this day my ex asked me to be his girlfriend and now I’m moving into my first apartment. Maybe August 5th is meant to be a big day in my life. Weird.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: We’re going to do a little time jump. Nothing crazy, but at least enough to the point where Eddie and the reader are mostly healed from their Upside Down wounds. After getting freed and caught up on school work, Eddie and the reader spend some much deserved down time. It’s fairly short but today was real long for me so I’m gonna keep it brief tonight. It’s a simple fluffy chapter. I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: FLUFF - literally just all the fluff.

Chapter 23

It had been a few weeks since we had stopped Vecna from literally destroying Hawkins. The story about Jason went over without too many eyebrows getting raised. It was known to the town that Jason had gone a little haywire that week of spring break and most people bought it. The biggest disbelievers were his parents - of course - because they couldn’t fathom how their son could have been so cruel. However, most people seemed to roll with it and soon enough people were saying things like “I always knew there was something off about him,” and “He seemed like such a normal kids. Shows you can never really know what someone is thinking,”

Unfortunately it didn’t make things much easier for Eddie. People were still wary around him, even though he had been declared innocent. It probably didn’t help that this declaration was made by the recently returned from the dead police chief. Hopper had told the town some story about how he wasn’t dead, but none of that really matttered to me.

All that mattered was getting Eddie freed and healthy again. In the weeks after spring break, he had been taking his school work at home. His uncle would pick up assignments for him at the high school and bring them to him. In order to ensure that Eddie actually did his work, I spent most of my evenings at his trailer. I had to take time off work because after being nearly torn to shreds by demobats, standing on my feet all day renting movies didn’t seem like a great way to spend my time. I took the free time that I now had to help Eddie. And to catch up on my own school work.

It was difficult to maintain my focus on my work when I had been traumatized by the events of spring break. I felt my dedication to school slipping and fought to keep it up. Luckily my professors were understanding and cut me some slack on due dates and things of that nature.

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One particularly Friday nice afternoon, I had stopped by the grocery store after class and picked up supplies for grilled cheese and some canned tomato soup. Spring seemed to have sprung in Hawkins within the last week and suddenly everyone was wearing shorts and T-shirts. It wasn’t that warm, but after months of the could, a little sun felt like a drop of heaven.

I biked over to Forrest Hill and climbed the wooden steps to Eddie’s trailer. I knocked and Wayne opened the door. He greeted me with a smile and let me in. I had gotten to know Wayne quite well in the last few weeks. He was incredibly kind and hard working. He also truly loved Eddie.

“I thought I would make us all some dinner,” I said, holding up the bags of food.

“Oh that’s sweet of you,” Wayne said. “But I’m getting ready to be on my way to work. I’m sure my nephew would appreciate the food though,”

“That’s too bad,” I said. “It’s always nice when you can join us for a little while,”

“You’re too kind, Miss Y/LN,” Wayne said. He had never called me by my first name. It seemed old fashioned but I thought it was cute.

Eddie stepped out of his bedroom then. He was wearing black cotton sleep pants and his new Hellfire shirt. He had to make a new one after the one he wore into the Upside Down got ruined. Eddie smiled when he saw me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Hey there,” he said, “I thought I heard you out here,”

“Ok Ed, I’m off to work, but you better be on your best behavior. This young lady just brought you dinner,” Wayne said.

“Will do, sir,” Eddie said saluting his uncle.

Wayne smirked and stepped out the front door. Eddie turned to me with a soft smile on his face. “You brought me dinner?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” I said. “I was going to make us grilled cheese and tomato soup,”

Eddie smiled and gave me a kiss. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

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I got to work cooking the sandwiches while Eddie put some music on his stereo. I stood at the stove watching the sandwiches cook when Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“Those look amazing,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said, “I try my best,”

“Well your best is amazing,” Eddie said. “You’re amazing,”

“Oh my gosh shut up,” I chuckled. “Where is all this coming from?”

“You’ve done so much for me in these last few weeks,” Eddie said, kissing my cheek. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate it,”

“I know you appreciate it,” I said.

“Good,” Eddie said. “Because I really don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you,”

“Never,” I said. “I like taking care of you,”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, a small laugh rumbling through his ribs.

“Yes,” I said. “How very domestic of me,” I laughed.

Eddie kissed my cheek again and then started trailing kisses down my neck. It made my toes curl but I had to keep my wits about me.

“Whoa, hey,” I said. “I have an open flame in front of me and sandwiches to cook. You hold back on all that funny business for now,”

Eddie moaned and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “Sandwiches can wait,” he said. “Can’t they?”

“Not when they’re already cooking, baby,” I laughed. “Eat your food and we’ll see what comes next, ok?”

“We’ll see what comes next?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’ll see how I decide to take care of you after we eat.”

“Or I could take care of you for a while,” Eddie said, kissing my neck again.

“Oh wow you have to not do that while I’m cooking,” I said. “Unless you want to burn down your uncle’s house,”

“Might be worth it,” Eddie said pressing another wet kiss on my neck.

“Seriously,” I said. One of the sandwiches was done and I loaded it up on plate for him. “Here’s your sandwich, take some soup and eat,”

We sat and ate our food in eager silence. Then Eddie looked up at me with a curious expression on his face.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said.

“What?” I asked. again.

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” Eddie replied.

“Eddie,” I said. “I saved the world with you, you have to tell me why you just looked at me like that,”

Eddie stared at me for another moment as if he was trying to size me up. He sighed. “What’re your thoughts on prom?”

“What?” I asked.

“You know, prom, the big dance,” Eddie said. “Totally lame or like something fun?”

“I don’t know, I guess it depends on who you’re with,” I said.

“What if you were with me?” he asked.

“I would have fun anywhere if I was with you,” I said. “You know, except for an eternally dark alternate universe.”

“So you’re saying you’d go to prom if it was with me,” Eddie said.

“Eddie, are you asking me to prom?” I asked.

“Possibly?” he said, uncertainly.

“You want to go to prom?” I asked.

“Maybe,” he said. “I haven’t for the last two years, and I don’t know, I thought it might be fun if we went together. We could get all dressed up and go dance to shitty music with a bunch of people younger than us that all kind of think I murdered three of our classmates. Now that I think about it, it’s probably not a good idea,”

I took his hand in mine. “Eddie, if you want to take me to your senior prom then there’s nothing else I’d rather do. I’d be honored to be your date. And who cares what the others think? We’ll have fun with each other. And I won’t lie, I would love to see you all dressed up,”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can’t beat a man in a good suit,”

“You’d really go to prom with me?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I said.

“Cool,” Eddie said. “Because I already asked my uncle to buy the tickets,”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was perfect. He was literally just perfect.

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