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viviartsy · 3 months

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Dubz fic snippet.

Please forgive me for any grammar mistake, English is not my first language.

“Dubz-“

He shushed her, holding her impossibly close to his body as his profile was flushed against her cheek. With one hand he held the back of her head, with the other the small of her back.

Inhaling softly he took in the smell of her. Her skin mixed with the smell of makeup. He didn’t care. It was her, all over, intoxicating, never ending.

“Not now” He mumbled against her cheek. “You can nag me all you want. Just not now. Later”

She mumbled something, all he could tell was the vibration against his nose and lips. His brow was furrowed and his lips pursed in a silent kiss against her cheek. Whatever she had said, she didn’t repeat it again, not that he cared.

They stayed like that for a while. Minutes probably passed, people probably crossed the street and looked at them, in the front porch, door wide open, as he just towered over her frame. Her hands perched at either side of his jacket, without saying a word until she shivered.

Dubz realised she was in her pjs, that she was probably cold, and he wasn’t exactly that much of a heat source given all the time he had spent out that night. His hands were cold, his toes felt numb, so she must’ve been double that cold.

“Sorry” He let go of her, looking at the ground before he could manage to look her in the eye. “It’s kinda cold tonight, huh”

“Kinda” She answered with a small nod. Then she looked behind her to the open door and pointed to it with her thumb. “We can go in, if you want”.

He thought about it for a second, but finally nodded, putting both hands in his pockets and following her inside. “Your aunt’s not home?”

She closed the door behind him, and he took off his shoes without much thought. Left them to the side so he wouldn’t stain the carpeted floors.

“Not now, no” She quickly went and grabbed some slippers, handing them to him. “The kids have this function thing going on at school so they went to see them. They said they’ll eat dinner with their son as well so they won’t be back for a while”

“How are they?” He looked around, as if he had never seen the house before. There were some new frames with family pictures. And a couple of Noa’s as well.

“They’re good, you know. I’m afraid I give them too much trouble” She went to the kitchen and he stopped at the door. “Tea? I have a blend of lime tree, chamomile, valerian and passionflower drops- that’s if you want them”

She showed him the container with the blend and he couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

“Of course you do” He extended his hand towards her, still finding it funny. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Thank you”

She made a face and said something between her teeth. He didn’t understand, but he was sure it had something to do with him and he probably didn’t want to know.

“You can wait for me on the other room” She pointed at the sitting room, while turning on the kettle. “Sit down and take a moment to relax and… all that”

“I’m good” He simply observed, leaning against the doorframe as she was now putting the blend on a teabag.

Dubz preferred keeping an eye on her as she moved around the wooden kitchen. The light was warm, almost too much. Orange and made her look kind of weird. But it was a nice weird, he supposed, she looked sort of funny in her pink pj pants and that silly top of hers.

Not that the top was particularly funny. It was more about what it did for him than what it did for her, he supposed. Something like that.

“There we go” She said when the alarm went off. Grabbing the kettle and pouring the steaming water on a mug. Then she grabbed a small plate, a honey jar and a spoon and put it all in a tray before ushering him out of the way.

“Go, go!” She waved her hand in the direction of the door at the end of the hall. “It’s gonna get cold before we get there”

Dubz laughed and in a couple of steps he was already sitting down in the flowery pink and cream couch.

She sat down on an armchair and prepared the whole thing without a word, offering the mug once she felt it was done. She remained sitting forward, both elbows on her knees while she looked at him.

He could tell she was dying to know what happened. But, for whatever reason, perhaps out of compassion or manners, she didn’t say anything. Just waited for him to drink his tea in silence.

#taz skylar x reader #taz skylar #tarek yassin skylar #Dubz #gassed up #Dubz x reader #snippet #this is going to be one long fic #but i’m so excited #hadn’t written in so long #this man inspires me so much

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viviartsy · 3 months

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Gassed Up: Ignition.

Prologue.

Chapter 1 is here.

Warnings: I believe none, for now. But for future reference, violence, foul language, drugs, alcohol, etc. So just proceed with caution.

Words: 1495.

Notes: If you see any mistakes, please tell me. English is not my first language. Also I'm basing this off purely on what we knew about Dubz until a few days ago. I'll watch Gassed Up as soon as I can, but the character will not change. This is the perception I have of him and it's very likely to be ooc. Every other character is completely made up and so is the story. I have also never done this before, so if you have any recommendations or anything you want to add, feel free to do so.

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It wasn’t that late. The streets were properly lit, there was the buzzing of people and cars going around her. Yet she felt so bad. So sad, so lonely, so out of place, so very homesick.

She wasn’t used to that feeling. Never would have she thought that leaving her little city back home to go live her dream would have her feeling this empty. She had no reason to. She was in London, of all places. She was also lucky enough to have a home there, family, people who already loved and cared for her very much.

It had been her dream, to grow up, finish her studies and move to London to find the job she always wanted. She had always known she couldn’t stay back. If she did, she would have been trapped there forever. She’d have to find a remote work, at best. Or worse, become a high-school teacher like her father wanted!

Yet she had persevered. She finished her studies just in time and with good grades. Her Bachelor’s Thesis granted her a scholarship so she could do her Masters in Arts without much financial support from her father. And, finally, without barely any convincing, her grandfather’s brother took her in his home. He and his wife had always cared for her and her sister, and they had promised her that if she ever wanted it, she would find a place to stay with them.

They had all been so proud she chose to attend university. Even for a measly Fine Arts degree, when so many people around her constantly diminished her work and dismissed her choices.

She had promised herself as a child that she would be great. The she would make herself proud. Proud of her work, of all her achievements. Even when the odds had been so against her she thought she’d barely make it out alive, she swore if she made it, she’d be great.

Yet nowadays she found herself awake at night, thinking about home. So much fighting in her earlier years had paid off when she left. Leaving behind the most wonderful people who supported her, who always dreamed big, so they made her feel like she could strive for more.

If she was being completely honest, it wasn’t that bad. The people attending the same classes as her were nice, she had made friends in her time there. Sure, they weren’t like the lifelong friendships she had made throughout her life back home, but they had only had so much time to get to know each other. She’d been there for only three months, so asking for more was a bit dramatic.

She had always had a knack for drama. “Artists” Her father would say, “always so sensitive”. Not that she could deny it.

A gust of wind made her shiver. It somehow wasn’t getting any warmer. Back home they had already put away the winter clothes. Yet there she was, pitch black at five o’ clock. Scarf and gloves on, freezing like a popsicle. That was the one thing she’d never get used to, no matter the time: cold.

“Don’t go out,” Her aunt had warned her. “it’ll be dark before you can even think of coming back. And then, you’ll see, you’d be wishing you didn’t go out”.

Oh, how right she was. As soon as she got off the bus, she wished she hadn’t agreed to go out for a study date at a café with her friends. Now that she was walking back home, three hours later, she felt utterly miserable.

And the worst part of the night was yet to come.

Noa couldn’t have been able to put into words what happened. One moment she was walking home with her head down because the wind was drying out her contacts. Next thing she knew two young men had cornered her against the wall of a house and were talking gibberish she couldn’t make out.

Turns out no matter how much one studies a language, even when you think you know everything, it takes some brainpower to make out stuff when you’re anxious, tired, scared… or really anything but thinking straight.

At first, she didn’t know if they were talking to her. They must have been, seeing the position they had her in. The two were young, like, really young. For all she knew, they must have been nineteen at most. She could hear them talking, but understood barely nothing.

Time didn’t stop, her senses didn’t heighten magically, and if adrenaline was pumping in her system, it must have been why she felt she had to run away from them. She couldn’t make out the situation, she felt more like a caged animal than a human in danger.

Because she was in danger, wasn’t she? She was not being insane. She couldn’t be.

“Alright, not much of a chatter, are we?” One of the boys said after a momenr, looking quickly behind him as his friend smirked.

She hadn’t heard the screech of tires against the pavement. Or how the front one hit the sidewalk and almost went over it. She only saw how the two kids’ expression changed from amusement and smugness to the kind of faces children make when they know they’re in trouble.

“Maybe the problem’s your breath stinks, champ. Ever heard of flushing?”

Somehow, adding another man’s voice to the situation didn’t make it any better. If anything, her hands were shaking and she wanted to cry so bad her eyes were burning.

“Leave her alone, kid. If you keep aiming that high, you’re gonna piss all over yourself”.

The man had taken off his helmet and was now leaning on the motorcycle, a black figure she couldn’t make out. Really, she should change her contacts. Her eyes were on fire.

“Yo, Dubz c’mon” The taller boy complained. And he really did sound like a kid right then and there. A kid being told off for being too rowdy. “We didn’t do nothing to her”.

Dubz shook his head, smiling a big amused smile.

“Seeing your faces was enough a scare for the night, bruv. Leave the lady alone”. He saw how the two kids were about to complain again, but he raised his brows, and they shut their mouths. “Get lost”.

And sure, get lost they did. They both huffed and left in the direction of a nearby park. Complaining through their teeth, but so very obedient.

“Kids” Noa heard him say. “They love to do the most”.

When she looked at him, she did so blankly. After few second, she blinked, which kind of calmed him a bit. It was unnerving, seeing her like a deer in headlights without so much as blinking once. She had tears in her eyes, but who wouldn’t? Her eyes must’ve been begging her for a break.

When her sight got clearer, she saw he was smiling a cheeky smile he sported oh-so-naturally. It made her feel like what just happened was child’s play. As if she hadn’t feared for her life, cornered in the middle of the street at night by two fully grown boys.

Unable to bring herself to answer, she took her hands from her pockets and started to run in the opposite direction of traffic. Maybe he didn’t catch up to her, but fear soon did, and before she could think she was running. Like her uncoordinated, shaky legs could lead her to safety before a bike caught up to her.

By the time she got home, she was exhausted. Never in her life had she run like that. She had experience with men being, well, men. But she had yet to feel as unsafe as she did just minutes ago.

Without much ceremony, she took off her coat, shoes and jeans, and jumped into bed a crying mess. So overwhelmed she quickly fell asleep, agitated and wishing she could be home, even if just for that one night.

Dubz was left dumbfounded. He looked at her run off, guessing following her would just upset her further.

Sure, the boys did kind of suck at flirting, and they had no sense of timing for it, but he wasn’t sure it was that big of an issue. Clearly, it was for her. He shrugged it off.

Just when he was about to leave, the engine already turned on, he saw something shining under his headlights. Bending down, and with difficulty due to sheer stubbornness- as he didn’t want to get off his bike-, he managed to get a hold of the item. It was some keys with a bunch of trinkets and charms attached to a heart-shaped key-chain. He couldn’t contain the laugh once he realised the poor thing had dropped her keys, which she must have been holding onto, when she ran away.

“Feisty” He simply commented as he put them in his pocket. Finally deciding to go back. They were waiting for him.

Illustrations.