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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬5/end

Warnings: nonconsensual touching, fingering, deceptive behaviour, allusions to abuse, blood, violence/death, fucking.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Note: Another finale! Hahahhaa, hope you like it!

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You went to bed with shame burning in your cheeks but the heat quickly travelled to your loins as you thought of the scene at the drive-in. When you closed your eyes, you felt Arvin’s weight on you and his hand between your legs. You rolled onto one side, then the other, tossing and turning as you couldn’t escape the memory or the lingering sensation of his touch.

He was already downstairs when you woke up, a lazy Saturday morning as the garage was closed for the weekends. He was at the counter, boiling water for the coffee as you came down in a plain peach dress and flats. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at you, urging you to sit.

“I’m gonna make you breakfast, honey,” he announced as he filled the coffee press, “you know, my ma was a waitress. Worked down at this greasy diner when she met my dad. Before she died…” he stopped and his throat bobbed, “I dunno, I just remember the smell of her cookin’.”

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” you said as you took a seat at the table, “about your mother.”

“Why? It was so long ago, I hardly remember,” he shrugged as he searched the cupboards and pulled out the cast iron pan, “you know, I can barely even see my pa in my mind. Even when I really think. I feel like I’ve lived a dozen lifetimes already.” He put the metal to the burner, “but I think I found the one I want.”

You ran your fingertips along your throat nervously as you leaned your elbows on the table. You felt the void left by your missing wedding ring. You clapped your hands together and lowered them to the wood.

You watched him work in the kitchen. When you tried once to get up and help, he bid you back down tersely and you obliged. You felt restless sitting there as someone else did everything. He put a cup of coffee before you and sipped from his own between flipping the eggs.

Finally, he presented you with a plate of hash, egg, toast, and bacon. You thanked him as he sat and you picked up your fork and knife. You weren’t very hungry, the anxiety squeezed your stomach as you watched his hand. He buttered a slice and you recalled the tingle as his fingers sank into you.

You dropped your fork and apologised for the loud clang. You picked it back up and pushed the potato around. You were trying to think of what to say. Of how to say it. Arvin wasn’t volatile like Roy but he showed glimmers of anger that troubled you nonetheless.

“Last night…” you began.

“You liked it?” he perked up and swallowed, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Arvin,” you uttered.

“I just… you’re so wonderful and warm, I never known a woman like you,” he ranted, “and I… I never been with a woman, you know? I hope I didn’t leave you wanting--”

“Arvin,” you said more firmly, “I’m married.”

His face fell and he leaned back in his chair. He looked down as he scooped up some egg and hash and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed tight-lipped. His steely silence was worse than any punch. You shoved some yolk in your mouth and chewed.

“I…” you began, “I’m not meaning to upset you but we can’t just pretend--”

A deafening bang sounded and shook the house. Your breath caught as you looked at Arvin with wide eyes and he cleared his throat as he stood.

“Where is ya, boy?” Roy hollered as another blast came and you heard the door jolt. You rose and looked down the hall as slivers decorated the floor below the holes peppered in the wood. “I heard about you and my wife…” footsteps clamoured up the steps of the porch, “you think you can pull a gun on me? Well, I got a bigger one, boy!”

“Shit,” Arvin pulled you back as another gunshot blew out the handle, “go, hide.”

He shoved you away and turned back to the table. He tossed the butter knife and hurried to the counter. He pulled out a drawer and took out a steak knife. He shook his head and glanced over at you again.

“Go on,” he snarled.

“No, you,” you ran to him and touched his arm, “go, I’ll talk to him--”

“He’ll kill you,” he whispered.

“No, he won’t,” you assured, “he woulda done it years ago, Arvin, go.”

You pointed him to the back door and he shook his head. You met his eyes as he glanced back at you and you nodded.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll get him gone and come find you when he goes,” you promised, “Arvin, I can’t see you die because of me.”

His eyes searched your face and he touched your cheek. “Alright, honey,” he breathed, “you know I’ll do anything for you, don’t you?”

“Go,” you insisted as the door flew inward with a heavy kick.

Arvin scrambled away and the back door creaked in his stead as you turned to near the doorway and peer past the staircase. Roy kept the double barrel level as he pointed it at you. You quivered but tried not to show your terror.

“Roy,” you greeted through your tight throat.

“You whore,” he cocked the gun and you flinched, “I oughta shoot your fuckin’ head off too, but I just want the boy. Where is he?”

“I… I dunno, he just went out front, I thought you woulda seen him,” you lied as you filled the doorframe with your body, realising the table set for two would give away your deception.

“Don’t you be hidin’ him from me, you’re still my wife,” Roy snarled as you came closer, trying to keep him from the kitchen, “and I’m gonna put down that punk and remind you who I am. Who you are.”

“I am your wife, Roy,” you said evenly, “I can never forget that, now please, lower the gun, I’ll help you find him.”

“I ain’t believe you, you let him beat me--”

“What was I supposed to do?” you touched the metal muzzle, “he been keepin’ me here. He has a gun too, you know that.” You slid past the barrel and hesitantly reached to touch his chest, “I been so scared without you here, you’re my husband, Roy, and I love--”

He sputtered and flinched suddenly. The gun sagged and fired into the floorboards beside your shoes. The metal slid from his grasp and fell down smoking as a red splotch stained the dingy fabric of his shirt. The cascade spread as he staggered and you saw the wooden handle of the steak knife stick out from his side.

Arvin pulled the blade out as you tripped over the gun and toppled to the floor. Roy slumped to his knees as the younger man brought the knife down over his shoulder and sank it into his heart. Your lungs puffed with panic at the sickly crunch as the blade twisted between his ribs.

Your eyes widened and blurred with tears as bitterness filled your stomach. You opened your mouth and screamed as Roy fell onto his stomach and gasped out his last breaths. You felt a slickness on your cheek as a hand touched you and an arm wrapped around you. You blinked and Arvin came clear as he held the knife against your face and pulled you into his lap to cradle you.

“Wh--wh--wh--” you babbled as your eyes found your husband, completely still across the floorboards.

“He can’t hurt you no more,” Arvin cooed as he rocked you, “I heard him, he said he was gon’ shoot you. I told you, honey, I’ll do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe.”

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The porcelain was cold against your body as you sat in the tub, the hot water slowly rose around you. Arvin shoved your bloody clothes in a bag and took off his own. He tied up the sack, his hands still tinged scarlet. He put the bundle in the sink and neared the wall of the footed tub.

You watched him step over the side, his stomach tightly muscles, his figure much more slender than Roy’s, though his arms were thick and his shoulders wide. He lowered himself across from you as he sat with his back to the flowing faucet. The water deepened and scalded your skin.

He took a cloth and scrubbed your face, your neck, your chest above the surface of the water. You were numb as you felt itchy, as if bugs crawled over every inch of flesh. He stood you up and finished washing you. He was gentle but firm, lingering around your curves as his brown eyes drank you in.

He took a new cloth for himself and after wiping off the droplets across his face and rinsing his body, he scratched the red from around his nails. You shivered as he helped you out of the tub and hugged you in a towel. He led you to the bed and laid you down under the quilt.

“Gonna drive out and find a ditch,” he said as he dressed. “Finish cleaning when I get back. Probably need another bath then.”

You said nothing as you stared at the ceiling, a searing white.

“Honey,” he neared and pressed his hand to your forehead, “I know you’re shook. He tried to kill ya. We both heard him say it.”

You looked at him and your eyes dampened. He bent and pecked your lips and retracted his hand reluctantly.

“I’ll try not to be too long,” he promised and pulled on his denim jacket.

He left you and you listened to his footsteps fade. You closed your eyes and saw Roy’s blood spilling forth like a tainted river. You could hear the scraping as he was dragged across the wood, Arvin’s grunts as you watched him struggle to roll your husband’s large body in a sheet.

Your lashes flicked open but the picture is painted vivid in your mind. You hear the car and the engine fades into the soft sway of trees and the noise of critters in the grass. You don’t have the strength to do more than lay there. Time passes by your stagnant eyes and the shadows set in from the corner of the room. The windows darkened and deepened your gloom.

Arvin startled you as he appeared at the door. You didn’t hear the approach of his car or his footsteps on the stairs. He neared and kissed you again. He pulled the chain on the lamp and it cast a yellow haze over you.

“You’re awake,” he said as he stood straight, “I needa wash up again.” You hummed and stayed as you were, “you want tea?”

You shook your head and he watched you. He clamped his thin lips together and backed away.

“Found his truck, just down the way,” he pulled his grey tee over his head, “looks like he drove out to the river, walked up here. Make sure it was seen so he can’t be traced up here. Smarter than he looked.” Arvin bent to untie his boots. “I left it in the water, put it into gear and let it drift off.”

You rolled onto your side and pulled the blanket to your ear. He quieted as you listened to the rustle of his clothing as he stripped it away.

“Anyhow, they won’t find him,” he said, “likely he told whoever, if anyone even cared, that he was goin’ fishin’.”

He waited for an answer but didn’t get it. He went into the bathroom and you heard the pipes rattle as he twisted on the faucet. You felt the dampness cross the hallway and seep into the room. When he returned, he gave a sigh and tossed his towel over the old chair sat by your vanity.

He folded the blanket back and you closed your eyes at his nudity. He slid in next to you and tugged the blanket over his shoulders. He circled his arm around you and brought your body against his. Suddenly, you felt everything as you were set alight by the heat of his flesh.

“Honey,” he said softly as he framed your face with his hand, “I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

You quivered and pushed your hands to his chest. You’d never been naked with another man, never seen another man naked. In the tub, you hardly figured what was happening but then, it was all too real as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh.

“Didn’t I save you? He would killed both of us,” he rasped, “honey, I know, I’ve met so many men like him…” he rubbed his nose against yours, “and killed every one of them.”

You winced and your fingers curled into his shoulders. He smothered you with a kiss as his hand trailed down and he cupped your chest. He groaned as he fondled you, tilting his hips to rub his dick against you. He rolled your nipple under his thumb as he dragged his lips down your cheek and chin.

His hand crept around your side as he slipped lower to nibble your breasts. Roy never touched you like that. Early on he was clumsy but impatient, and after a while, he was thankless and cruel. Arvin was gentle, doting and diligent. He suckled at your bud and the tugging plucked at your core.

“Mmm,” he left a path of spit down your stomach as he nudged you onto your back, “honey, you’re so beautiful,” he disappeared beneath the blanket and pushed your legs apart as he nuzzled your pelvis, his hot breath tickling your patch of hair.

He purred as nosed your cunt and his tongue dipped between your folds. You murmured and reached down to grasp his damp hair. You brought your thighs against his head and arched your back as he tended to you, slow and scintillating as he filled you with a yearning you’d never known before.

You didn’t think as you tangled your fingers in his locks and tilted your pelvis against his lapping. You shouldn’t feel this way, should feel so good. Your husband was dead and there was another man in your bed. You were a whore, just as he said. But it felt good and he wasn’t there to tell you again.

Arvin moaned as he devoured you, his hands hungrily groped your ass as he lifted you slightly from the bed. He pushed a finger against your entrance and eased into you. You gasped and he dipped another inside of you. He moved his hand in time with his mouth, his groans rumbling through you.

You hooked your legs under his arm and cried out as you came. Your body spasmed and jerked and you rode out the shattering ascent. You shook as you stilled and kissed your thighs with his wet lips, smearing your juices across your flesh.

You panted as he pushed himself up and the blanket fell down his back, leaving both your bodies bare to the soft glow of the lamp. His hands roved over your body and he bent again, kissing every inch his fingertips danced over first. He brought his lips back to yours and you tasted the sweetness as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

He pushed his thighs to yours so your legs bent around them, wide and welcoming. He parted and stared down at you, his deep brown eyes swallowing you up.

“The moment I saw you, I knew,” he said as he caressed your cheek, “and I haven’t stopped thinking of this ever since that moment.”

“Arvin,” you sighed and touched his wrist.

“I’ll take care of you, honey,” he reached down between your bodies as he planted and elbow into the pillow. He ran his tip along your wet folds and his jaw clenched. “I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you…” he pressed against you until his tip was inside you, “forever.”

“Arvin,” you gulped and gripped his muscled arms, “I…”

“He’s gone,” he sank further into you and kissed you again, “and you’re mine.”

You moaned and he bottomed out with a gasp. His body tensed and he shuddered as he wiggled his hips.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, “so warm, so… sweet. Oh, honey.”

“Please…” you croaked as your eyes watered.

You didn’t know if it was the bloodiness of the day or that you’d never felt anything so pleasant, so gentle, so caring. You didn’t know why you were crying or why your body buzzed like cicadas under the moon. You pushed your head into the pillow as he pressed his fingers to your clit and rubbed in time with his steady thrusts.

“Honey,” he droned and kissed your wet cheek between each stroke, “oh, you’re so nice.”

He tilted into you over and over. You brought your legs around him and hooked your arms under his as you clawed at his back. Your body contorted with his as your eyes rolled back and you succumbed to the stolid heat coursing through your veins. You cried out and let your hands fall down as you groped his ass, begging for more.

The bed quaked as he grew more fervent in his appetite, the pain was dulled by the sheer bliss and you sang out your delight. There was nothing but his body and that radiating pulse in your core. You came again and again as you whined ravenously and dug your nails into his flesh.

He jerked into you with a fluttery breath. His hips stuttered and he fell limp over you. His head hung over your shoulder as he huffed. His cum coated your walls in a salacious heat and you ran your hands up his back. He turned his head to kiss your temples, tears still rolling down to your lobes.

As your nerves stilled and the afterglow dimmed, reality shrouded you once more. The body over yours felt heavier as you were paralysed against the bed. Arvin drew you with him as he rolled onto his side and held you. It was nice but tinged with the horror wrought by his hands.

You didn’t miss Roy but you didn’t feel free either.

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Arvin rolled out the rug over the bloodstain in the hall, the whole covered over with a thin board of scrap. You watched and clutched your purse then checked the clock. He stood and neared to fetch his jacket from the small square corner table. He pulled it over the button-up that once belonged to your dad and the tie that was Roy’s.

His hair was combed back tidily and he wore a carefree smile. His eyes twinkled as he offered his hand and gestured to the door. The frame was curtained with a sheet as the shredded wood was removed and another would be ordered from Tim’s Hardware. He clung to your hand as he followed you out into the Sunday sunlight.

“We don’t have to go,” you said as he swung your hand and led you to the Chevrolet, “I know you don’t like it.”

“Nah, we should go to church,” he smiled and spun you to kiss you. He held your face between your hands as his lips lingered overly long. “Let the lord and all the other holy people see me and my girl.”

“Arvin,” you shied away.

He reached past you and opened the door. You sat and he gripped the metal as he looked down at you.

“I will keep my hands to myself before the lord,” he avowed, “I only ask his blessing for what I know to be his work.”

You considered him and wrung the short strap of your purse, “I thought you didn’t believe in God.”

“I didn’t, not before,” he said with a smile, “not ‘til I met you. His most precious angel.”

You chewed your lip and turned your face down. He chuckled and closed the door. He got in the driver’s side and the engine rolled over. His hand wandered over to your lap as he steered with one hand. You looked out the window and stared up at the pale blue sky.

You didn’t believe in God. You couldn’t. Just like your father said, a benevolent lord would not gift such suffering to his creation. There was no all-knowing being sitting in the clouds, no glorious purpose for you or any other. There were only devilish men and their dark deeds.

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harcourtholmesii · 3 years

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In This Here, Beautiful World... (Part 1)

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Pairings: Medic X Heavy / Scout X Miss Pauling / Scout’s Ma X Spy / Soldier X Zhanna / Engineer X Original Character / Saxton Hale X Maggie

Warnings: - Swearing - Physical Abuse and Violence - Verbal Abuse - Minor Gore - Implied Death

Words: 1913

Summary: When the world goes to shit, in order to survive, you need to be ruthless, and you need to be prepared to do whatever it takes. When nine strangers and their families come together to fight back the zombie plague, tensions will rise between them all, threatening to pull them apart and kill them from the inside-out. It’s a shitty summary, I know. ^^

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‘Hey! Yo! I got a delivery here for a Mister Brookes!’

Jeremy hammered his fist against the door, louder than the first time. He had been standing out here for a good twenty minutes, waiting for this douchebag to open the door. The boss would kill him if he returned with cold pizza or if he got a call from the tenant saying he never received the order.

Jeremy shifted from foot to foot, his sneakers squeaking lightly against the cracked linoleum floor. He couldn’t just wait here forever! He was already running behind schedule and he needed the money!

He pounded his fist against the door again; a neighbour poked her careworn face out her door to peer at the disturbance.

‘D-Do you mind keeping it down, young man?’

‘I wouldn’t have to be loud if this guy would just open the door!’ He continued to pound his fist, hearing how the hinges whined under his abuse.

The old lady shut her door when it became obvious he wouldn’t stop. For a moment, the thought came to Jeremy’s mind that she might be calling the cops. He wouldn’t stay here anymore if that was the case, and he sure as shit wasn’t leaving a perfectly good pizza on this ungrateful dick’s doorstep.

He stomped down the hall, passing by the old lady’s door. He could hear her speaking to someone on the inside, but he didn’t stop to wait for the sound of sirens. It wasn’t like he was trying to disturb the peace; he just wanted some fucking tips!

He leapt onto the railing of the stairwell, letting his weight skirt him down the metal of the banister. He whipped down one flight, and then another, until his feet planted themselves firmly on the first floor. He pushed the glass doors out of his way, the frame cracking loudly against the brick of the building.

He trotted down the stairs, looking about left and right for some dumpster. Instead, the sight of an older man pushing a small trolley of garbage bags and raggedy clothes caught his eye. Jeremy felt the anger lessen, if only a little. He hated seeing people roaming the streets like this, without a home or place to go to. Filthy rich dickheads and politicians wouldn’t spare a single coin to them and it made him sick.

He approached and simply cleared his throat to get the scraggly man’s attention. He couldn’t see his eyes beneath the unwashed hair, but as he offered the pizza pie to him, those hands shook excitedly, reaching out and taking it with hesitance. Those tanned hands opened up the box, the smell of melted cheese and cooked meat wafting into the air.

‘T-Thank you…’ Jeremy just nodded, offering him a lazy wave of ‘don’t worry about it’. He took off at full sprint down the street, leaving behind the apartment and the man in his dust. He had to be quick back to the restaurant, so his manager wouldn’t get pissy.

He ran at great speed down the bustling city streets, dodging about those that got in his path. Families, businessmen and construction workers had little time to part ways for him. He compensated for their lack of awareness by leaping over the guard railings, jumping the hoods of stationary traffic and racing through the wavering legs of scaffolding. He got the odd call from some of the workers, but it had become a common enough practice, Jeremy was almost ignored by bystanders.

The wind whipped his hair and face, threatening to throw the delivery cap off his head. Finally, he rounded a corner and into the shop, in time to see his boss glowering from across the counter.

‘You’re late.’

‘Yeah.’ He muttered, replacing the empty pack onto the shelf. He threw himself into compiling the list of orders and strangling his waist with a rubber apron. ‘I know. I know. Guy wasn’t home or was ignorin’ me. I tried!’

‘So what happened to the order?’

He hated the shakedown. This was not the first time that Jeremy had arrived back to the store, hands empty of payment.

‘I just left it on the doorstep.’

‘Are you kidding me, Jeremy?’ The boy rolled his eyes, roughly taking the pizza cutter and beginning his work on dividing the pie apart. A fly buzzed in his ear, which he swatted away in disgust. ‘You know to wait for the customer to open the door!’

‘I woulda been there the whole fuckin’ afternoon!’ He barked back, cutting into the pizza harder than he meant to. The box splintered beneath the pressure and the blade near sliced his fingers. He slammed the lid down, and started upon the next one.

‘Did you call them?’

‘The phone’s been broke’ for a while now! I can’t call them with that garbage!’ He was lucky that this place had been so lax with language. He and the manager often shared bouts of abuse, but it made it easier to adapt. Instead of shutting his lips, he could hurl curses back at the useless prick behind the counter. He knew it tested the man’s patience, and certainly didn’t encourage the man to keep him around, but he put in the effort. And the man couldn’t deny that he was the best delivery boy he had, not to mention the only one.

‘You keep this shit up, Jeremy, and you’ll be outta here faster than your mother can pump out another brat!’

Oh, now that was too far!

Jeremy could take this shit when it was aimed at him, but at his family, at his ma specifically, he wouldn’t stand for it. He didn’t even want to work at this shitty pizza place anyway!

He threw off the smock, tossing the prepared pizzas across the steel table and at his ex-manager. He leapt over it, and with hands clenched, hit him once across the nose. There was the spatter of blood and the satisfying crack of cartilage, as the man was sent reeling back and into the tubs of sauce.

Barbecue, crème fraiche and tomato sauce went flying all about, coating the man head to toe in the expired spreads. Jeremy tore his shirt as he ripped his nametag off and tossed it into the dickhead’s shocked face. Guess he hadn’t been expecting someone like Jeremy to fight back.

Jeremy may have been scrawnier than his brothers, but he was fast, and more than a little anger fuelled his strength. He leaned down on the tile, gripping the man’s collar tight and lifting up the mess just enough that they nearly met nose-to-nose.

‘Don’t you ever talk about my ma again! You even look in her direction, even get one whiff of her perfume, and you’ll lose those nuts of yours, you got that?!’ He dropped the shaking mess of a manager back into the sea of red, white and brown.

Then Jeremy stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

He didn’t run off like he had done to get to the restaurant. He took his time, instead, to simmer down. He didn’t want his ma to see him like this. He knew she’d be disappointed that he lost another job, and he couldn’t just tell her what that dickhead had said. He just hoped she would forgive him for being so brash.

He passed by a number of stores, all at various points of shutting down for the afternoon or for good. Graffiti created a continuous line for him to follow along; signatures, doodles and even grand pieces of street art provided a guide as to his location, wherever he was in the city. An electronics store was still playing the local news as he passed it by, detailing some local flu hotspots, and an old music shop had been packed up into several wooden boxes.

The townhouse he lived in with his ma was at the end of a long street, between two apartment buildings that crammed it tightly between them. It appeared as if squashed by the neighbouring buildings; three storeys tall, with a pair of windows to each floor. It was an icky cream colour, with a small rooftop garden that had two lines of wet clothes waving about in the breeze.

Jeremy plucked a key from beneath the mat and entered inside. The lights were on, and he could hear in the room to his left their old, junk box playing some fitness program. He sighed, feeling his shoulders sag as he attempted to release his fuming breath and calm himself before he met his ma.

She spoke first when he entered the living room.

‘You’re home early.’

She pulled herself back up from a stretch, turning to offer him the warmest smile he ever did see. He stuttered with apologies, attempting to tell her what happened without mentioning what that asshole had said. She just fluttered her hand, as if shooing away his discomfort and his excuses, rounding the old couch and bringing him into a hug.

He relaxed immediately, returning the affection with a tight squeeze.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be. You can always find another job; one much more suitable for the fine, young man you are.’ She said. His ma always knew exactly what to say. ‘I couldn’t be more proud of my boy. You held out for six months, Jeremy. You blew your last record right out of the water!’

He huffed a breath of laughter, the only sound he could manage with all this praise. He knew, through the smile and the gentle words, that his ma was a little bit upset. He needed a job; just so he could support her as his brothers did, if not just himself. Her work as a pre-school teacher had been able to keep them all above water, but the old townhouse was falling apart without the necessary care.

His two eldest brothers, Mark and Kieran, had left about a year ago; both of them attempting to pursue some apprenticeships in engineering and hospitality. The third oldest, his brother Blake, had been talking with their ma recently about moving in with his girlfriend out of state.

Lucas, Julien and Oliver had stayed in school, but hadn’t gotten the grades to gain any kind of scholarship. They were still at work, no doubt, doing more than Jeremy ever could. They could put up with the bullshit demands of customers, and the abuse from their managers. But this was the third job that Jeremy had left behind this year alone.

‘Why don’t you come sit down, and you can tell me what really happened?’ She kissed his cheek and guided him to the lounge. The fitness program was switched to the news, but turned down until the broadcast was a mere mutter.

Jeremy felt embarrassed to say much to her, but he knew that his ma wanted to hear what he had to say. As he spoke, detailing the list of demands he had suffered through that day, the news station switched headlines. Unbeknownst to Jeremy or his ma, a fast-acting viral infection was rapidly spreading through several different hotspots across the city. If they had been paying any mind, they would have seen the havoc being caused from the crappy cellphone footage.

They only noticed when a scream radiated from the television, the one recording the chaos suddenly on the ground.

Another, sickly man, had his face buried deep into his intestines.

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #TF2 Fanfiction #Heavy X Medic #Scout X Miss Pauling #Spy X Scout's Ma #Saxton Hale X Maggie #Engineer X OC #Soldier X Zhanna #Fanfiction #TF2 Fanfic #HarcourtHolmesII

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writingsofmyimagination · 4 years

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Conjecture |12|

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Links to other parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |11|

So this will be the penultimate chapter :)

Hope you guys have enjoyed the series.

Words:4600

Rating:18+

Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSM themes, Sub Yoongi, Slight exhibitionism maybe, squirting, pegging) Swearing, alcohol comsumption. General sass.

Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings

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I’ve done some Domme reader stuff that I haven’t done before so please comment on how i did :P

It’s been two months since Yoongi heard those three words slip past your lips from your lips in the hotel room. He made love to you that night like you couldn’t believe. He didn’t let you lift a finger because you were exhausted, especially after the performance and the emotional drainage loaded onto you that day. He worshipped your body, like the goddess he truly believed you were. Everywhere your body liked to be touched received his lips in the form of a kiss or light nip. Your body was subject to wave after wave. You were left a wrecked, exhausted shaking victim of his tongue technology.

It had been a week since Yoongi had heard you mutter those words in person. You’d been in the in the States. You’re reunion was going to be at a house that you knew pretty quickly you’d wanna excuse yourselves from. The … had been gently stroking at your walls since you left the airport. You were slowly getting needier and needier and every bump and damn pot hole was making it worse. If Yoongi had been good and done what you’d asked then he would have a smooth silicon butt plug making him just as needy.

Why do I do this to myself

-How long are you going to be?-

-Missed me huh? :P-

-Is it a crime? And besides Tae keeps trying to get me to dance and linking arms with me…help-

-Lol, I will pay extra to see this. I’m here anyway-

The bass could already be felt through the lit porch. The wide white door with gold embellishments; the window to the party inside. The house was extravagant, so says Greek god of music Apollo posing for the stone fountain you passed on the way to the porch.

“About time you showed up, pretty sure Yoongi is swamped with Tae affection and needs you” Lee chuckled welcoming you inside.

“I’ll make sure I take my time getting a drink then, thanks for inviting me by the way”

The annex floor war marble, the black pattern laced in the white marble resembled mosaic, this room was clear but the noise flooded out through the open living room door.

“Oh please, how much have we worked together these past two years. You basically lived in my here for two months this year” He wasn’t wrong he’d near enough help you produce most of your last album.

“Alright! I was just being polite jeez!” he slid your coat off your shoulders storing in in the cloak room large enough to be a childs room.

You followed him through to the king sized kitchen. The flurry of people drifting in and out, in addition to the smalls groups conversing conveniently next to the generous snack table the kitchen appeared to be much more cramped. You responded to a few smiles and waves in turn; there was a fair share of Idols around; as well as dancers, producers and various other roles from the music industry. All the alcohol bottles were shoulder to shoulder along the back of kitchen unit.

“Mixers all in the fridge, you good?”

“Yeah, yeah” you were already eyeing up the different flavour gins. His only response was a thumbs up and he merged seamlessly through the people and out the back sliding doors.

Mid pouring the lemonade arms wrapped round your front and you were squeezed tightly, all with added sound of a high pitch squeal.

“Oh my god I’m soo glad to see you” Sophie squealed. When you were released you turned to find her and a couple of the hair stylists from your company equally brimming with slightly drunk infused glazed over eyes. Karen was already handing you a shot. Sambuca! The worst!

When your sambuca disgust face twitching stopped you followed the girls outside. The sun was low in the sky, ready to pass the illumination baton on to the tall lamps dotted around the pool. The swimming pools lights were already glistening below the calm blue as perfect yellowy ovals. The calm blue was disturbed by a couple of splodges of green, white and pink; an inflatable dinosaur and unicorn ring were happily bobbing on the surface. Untouched, for now at least. You didn’t need to scan the mass of smart casually dressed people around the pool for long until Hobi’s laugh pierced through the music yanking your gaze to where your legs were now taking you.

Of course, it was right next to the music deck. Underneath the permanent veranda. ….. had moved his music deck outside, as far as you could tell there was no one actually manning so the music must be from the speakers with just the option to mix. You clapped eyes with Tae, a grin and an amused shake of your head greeted him. He chuckled, Yoongi’s hand captured firmly under his arms. You shushed him. You wanted to enjoy every miniscule reaction up close. Yoongi was naturally trying to pull away from affection to find solace in the chairs in front of him. When you were easily within range Tae let go stepping behind for you to come darting behind Yoongi wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I swear to god I will end you!” Yoongi warned, blind to the more feminine hands at his waist. The other boy’s mouths dropped which hastily got covered to shield their amusement.

“Rude!”

His body stiffened before fighting in your grip to turn and face you

“Babe.. I’m so sorry I thought you were Tae” You kept your face straight for as long as you could to enjoy the panic washing over Yoongi’s face. It was a mere and feeble few seconds before you erupted into a giggle. You could feel eyes migrate onto you; as much as you were amongst your own industry and there were no paparazzi the two of you were still pretty big news.

“Hey” the saccharine low voice melted into you like butter on a hot crumpet.

“Hey” you replied, his hands dropped to envelope yours into a squeeze. His lips were screaming to you, begging for yours to comfort them but you were not a huge PDA fan. Yoongi who seemed more than happy using you as an excuse to go sit down and out of the zone of dancing Tae; who’d now moved onto Jin who was much more pliant.

“You look nice” Yoongi spoke plainly clambering through the glasses on the table until he reached his wine.

“I look nice?” You mocked teasingly

“You haven’t seen me for a week and you just say I look nice?” you goaded further. His eyes rolled, smile twitching at his lips.

“God! you’re sooo demanding what do you want me to say?” he whined sparkle glinting in his eyes.

“I missed you, can’t wait to have what nice clothes you are wearing on the bedroom floor while I fuck you until your begging me to stop”

The remainder of your mouthful of drink sprayed onto the stone, darkening Infront of you. Your glance quickly scanning your immediate surroundings for potential heard ears. Your core clenching around your toy. The dampness of your underwear becoming mildly uncomfortable.

Did he just?...out loud? Where has my shy Yoongles gone

“Well… I mean that’s certainly more… interesting”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, not bad, if it was me though I probably woulda said… missed you can’t wait to have my mouth round your cock drinking down your cum”

“Ooof touché. Now no more otherwise you’ll start giving me…issues. Where’s Sophie and Karen disappeared off to?”

“Well we wouldn’t want that would we” pecking him on the cheek.

“No doubt to get me more shots to catch up, has Lee played your track yet?”

“Not yet he’ll, he’s got my memory stick”

“You trusted him with the password? Bitch you don’t even give that to me!” you whined.

“Damn right I don’t last time I did you put our private videos on there, I don’t need that kind of distraction when I’m at work”

“Not my fault you have no restraint”

You were right. Sophie and Karen had fought their way back over to you each with two glasses in their hands. Jaegerbombs.

“The hot tubs freee and has our name on it…” You’d packed your bikini in your overnight just for this. You wrote some of your favourite tracks from your last album in that hot tub.

“You saw Lee wave at Yoongi flagging him over

“You guys go I’ll be like 5 mins, got to hear what my boys made”

“Babe, you’ll hear it wherever you are, you go I’ll catch you in a bit” The kiss to your forehead signalling finality

“Fine!” you huffed squeezing his hand off your waist

“Sure it’s not just because you want me in a bikini quicker?” you teased out loud.

“You flatter yourself way too much” He countered acting disinterested; the glint of insincerity clear as day through his eyes. The hand he’d refused to let go now slid from his grasp.

The appeal of the hot tub was it was embedded into the floor. You stepped down into the shimmering warmth. A square area immediately around the circular pool the floor matched that you’d find in a sauna. You’d be on your knees on the seat of the tub, relaxing undulation of bubbles swarming your skin while you’d be writing lyrics on the wood, elbows growing sore with how fast your ideas were flowing out. The biggest appeal was the one-way glass, you could see the pool and if the patio pool area was free of swarms of people you had an aesthetic view of the skyline. The blanket of lights from the sea of buildings of Seoul.

The flow of water was circling and bubbling away, diffusing weakly into your tired muscles. The condensation had made the room soothingly stuffy and warm. The one-sided glass leaving the three of you in a tranquil heat filled space. You’d initially packed an overnight bag as you weren’t sure if you’d be staying at Yoongi’s or yours. You’d packed a few… extra things for Yoongi which you made sure were coated underneath the pyjamas.

The music filtered through the speakers in the top corner of the room, your ears alert for Yoongi’s new music that he’d refused to share with you. You’d tried every legal blackmail your mind could possible to torture Yoongi. When it came to music you’d very quickly learned he was as stubborn and private as you. You’d only hear it when he was happy for everyone to hear it; the only way you’d hear something before was if you were actually collaborating.

“Don’t you think Kihyun is looking damn good tonight” Karen cooed.

“You’d eat that boy alive” you chuckled

“How do you know I haven’t already?” she challenged from the side of the hot tub, the thin waves of steam failing to cover her deceptive smirk.

“Oh come on! you know Wonho would have told me” triumph filled the air. The three of you shared amusement

“You still talk to him then?”

“Not as much, but we’re still close”

“Well that’s hardly surprising most of your messages were absolute filth.”

“Well, there is that” you laughed, Sophie blunt as always.

“Anyway cheers girls, you bitches are the best” Glasses klinked, the beat of a song you’d never heard before started seeping into the room

“Oooh this must be it” you buzzed, the lower tones and bars of music ringing true of Agust D.

Your heart thumped to the bottom of your stomach, lead weighted. Blood plummeting southwards leaving your face drained. The sounds reaching your ears unbelievable.

“Well that’s erm different” Both girls eyes on you to gauge your reaction, you’d not moved. Face frozen eyes stuck wide.

“Wait…that’s not you…is it?” Your stiff expression face obviously confirming. The whole intro of the song he’d mixed in was the unmistakeable sounds of your moans. You completely blocked out anything when the lyrics started.

“I’m going to kill that asshole” Your shock morphing into pure anger out of embarrassment and self-preservation from m completely falling into tears.

“That’s a fucking dick move, he didn’t even ask?” mouth falling into a O.

“Would I want to hurt him if he did? I mean Jesus how could he, that’s so humiliating”

“He’s an artist right, you guys get soundbites from everywhere, people won’t even think it’s you. No one would expect Yoongi to do something like that. And it’s remixed pretty good, it’s pretty sexy actually”

“Don’t you even dare support this”

“I’m just saying” Karen shooting to defensive mood

“And anyway, that’s beside the point! How could he do that to me”

He is going to learn the full meaning of in dog house back home and he’d be a fool if he didn’t know that already.

When the songs was at its end the crept open. As soon as you saw his face you made sure you gave him daggers, right now you hoped they were primed and sharp. His hesitant movement into the room, sheepish aware of the wolf’s den he knew he was sacrificing himself to. Swim shorts over his shoulder.

“We’ll just go” Karen elbowing Sophie.

“What the actual fuck Yoongi! Your joking if you think you’re getting in” you seethed. He took a small step forward but no further. The barrier of your blood boiling giving him no choice but to choose wisely and come no closer.

“I’m…sorry, it was a complete accident, please let me explain” He rushed.

“An accident?” you scoffed.

“You don’t make a whole fucking song by accident, I don’t even wanna hear it. Do you know how embarrassing that was?” His head drooped low, eyes regretful looking up desperate at you.

“No one knows it’s you…I”

“You don’t know that! That’s besides the bloody point, you used something private without even asking for permission” He slumped himself down on the wooden bench that ran along half the room.

“I know I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to be played”

“Oh the song you’d made that Lee Asked if you could play at his party you mean?” you snapped.

“I made two versions!” his voice never even raised but it strongly spoken.

“I thought I’d removed that one off the memory stick, he obviously played the wrong one” You churned the fact that actually he’d never meant the song to be heard through the grinder of your thoughts.

“Please forgive me I never meant to…” he pleaded

Fine!

“You know what fine! If you didn’t play it on purpose… just get out I’m too angry, I need to cool off” he stood without a word of contest. He knew by now how hot blooded you were. Eyes never leaving the floor, the now wounded sheep made his way towards the door. His face wringing the anger from your body as quick as it had flared. Leaving you empty with just guilt for company.

“Yoongi wait”

“Want to make it up to me?” He recognised your tone, he recognised the devilish smirk slowly creeping across your face.

“I’ll do anything you want” Instant submission.

Good boy

“Well that’s exactly what I want, lock the door, get changed and come in”

He joined you in simple black swim shorts, his V-lines more prominent than the last time you saw him. As soon as he settled you straddled his lap. A spring recoiling in his arms looping round your waist to hold your hips. He shouldn’t get to touch you, you wanted to pin them but you’d missed his touch too much to argue with yourself. You let it be, for now.

“You need to stop working out” You delayed his reply

“Wh..y” you went onto his lips, hard; catching his bottom lip between his teeth with just a much force. You heard the soundless exhale, a soft breeze from his lips. The growl was stuck in his throat but your hand felt it where it was resting loose on his throat.

“You can’t be hotter than me. Now are you ready to be a good boy and do exactly as I say?” his amused smile switched to an open mouth whine; dragging his hair back in a short tug.

“Well that’s impossible and yes I am yours to use” to hear those words roll off his lips was just…

“Sit up on the side I can’t have you make me cum with all this water” You clambered off him to resume the same position.

“I’ve missed those hands and I know how much you like to use them but to make it more of a punishment I won’t be moaning for you or calling your name” Your ability to do this was partially his fault, when you’d stay at the dorm with the others Yoongi actually wanted to keep things quiet from his brothers. You would always make sure you’d seduce the fuck out of him so he couldn’t refuse. You’d test how quiet he could be and he did the same. So in short it was actually mostly your fault.

You pulled at the bow at the back of your neck, the top flawless in the way it fell from your skin. You held it up biting your lip letting it fall from your hand. Yoongi pulled at the tie just below your hip, bottom lip also disappearing becoming victim of a bite. The lustful coffee swirls of his eyes focused on yours waiting for approval before he removed it from your glistening skin.

The grip of your hands tightening on his shoulders, his hand dipping, tracing his fingers from your neck down, your chest rising under his touch, through the valley of your breasts. His palms flipping up when they reached between your thighs. Pursing the heavy breath through your lips, dissipating the moan in your throat. Both your foreheads pressing together eyes challenging each other in a battle of unbridled lust. Throwing your white flag back with your head when his finger pressed to the front of core, too quickly finding the precious velvet wall. The double hit being in this position his palm was also pressed against your even more precious bundle of nerves. Your neck quickly succumbed to a wave of open-mouthed wet kisses; each igniting a different line of nerves rerouting them between your thighs. Your chest pressed to him your back arched in a perfect crescent. He tilted you back slightly leaning further to you. His fingers could go that much deeper. His palm pressed to your clit with just more pressure. Before your head buried in his neck the unknowing hustle of the people received such an arrogant devilish smirk before a harsh thrust of his hand had you clamping down on his shoulders. He was trying to make you lose your own game. All your moans you made sure were caught in your throat.

“Fuck this is infuriating without you moaning” Yoongi breathed in your ear. His fingers pumping harder.

You could support less and less of your own weight; you became heavier in his hand and lap. He knew he had you.

You fell completely apart, your legs tensed so hard convulsing around his thighs. His fingers still pressed hard to the front of your walls; palm still snug on your clit. He hooked his finger harder inside you, the next pulse of your muscles with the pressure of his fingers right there caused something deeper to release

Your cry flooded past your lips, the moan and expletives loud and breathless in Yoongi’s ear. If his shorts weren’t wet from the hot tub, they’d definitely be soaked with you.

“Did you just?” he asked through heavy exhale, smugness caked on his face.

“I did just”

“That was…so fucking sexy”

“Great punishment” he toyed like a brat.

“Oh babe I’m not done” The glint in your eyes made sure he knew. You tugged his hair dragging his head so your mouth was next to his ear

“I’m going to fuck you from behind while you look out at everyone. I want you think how much of a good boy you are”

“What? You can’t?” you’d already got yourself out of the hot tub.

“And why not?” You challenged, fully prepared for his response.

“Don’t you need…”

Yes I do you thought to yourself holding the harness in your hand

“You brought that to a house party?” the wideness of his eyes briefly sheltered the mischievous creases that built in the corners of his lips.

“Well I was hoping I’d be coming to stay at yours”

“But seriously…here?” he still challenged

“Oh so you don’t mind making me squirt like that, but fucking you is a bit too far?”

You butted in before the guy had a chance to respond

“Now stop being a brat, I want those off and you bent over the side of the tub” The lack of smile and piercing eyes dissuaded any more backchat.

The gold metal buckle lightly pinched the skin at your hip as you stepped into the pool. Yoongi’s head already resting on his arms. He exhaled through his teeth, your hand gently reached around and wrapped at the base of his cock.

“Are you so hard it hurts yet?”

“Getting there” he admitted, the colour fading back into his knuckles when you let him go

“Well you’re not going to cum from this” you warned.

“That’s never not happened” The complaint coming through a low echo with his head weighted on his hands

“You’ve been doing sooo much better. You’re just going to try extra hard for me today. Promise I won’t make it too difficult”

“If you do then you’ll just have to go without making me cum for a month. And you know I’ll make you watch when I do it myself”

“Ready?” hand slick with raspberry lube stroking the thin purple silicone shaft.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry for playing that song…ugh!” If he was going to say anymore, he didn’t with you teasing

“Thank you, now ask for it. Ask for your punishment like a good boy” His head took a quick glance up soaking up the view. He couldn’t deny it had definitely become quite a kink. The danger and the audacity of it just ruffled his feathers in all the right ways.

You deemed the silence too long. Fingers skipping up his spine, twizzling in his hair. Sharp tug.

“Ugh!”

“I’m waiting”

“Fuck me…please… I won’t cum…I don’t deserve it” His words hitting you like honey, sweetening right in between your thighs

“God, you drive me crazy when ..” Your leg propped up, hand resting at the base of his neck. Another hand tight on the masterpiece of his ass.”

His head dropping, groans deep in his throat. Hips slow pressing into him.

“Head up, look straight” Knocking your hips in a jolt against him

“I want you looking at all those people while I fuck you”

“Do you think they’ll be surprised to know how much you love it when I have you from behind” You leaned as far forward as you could, slithering your words at the top of his spine. Feeding into his love for you dirty mouth.

He was attempting to choke his moans away, half conscious of the open space of the room. He was struggling to hold himself together. When he’d whine a certain way, you knew he was close so you’d stop and give him a moment to control himself. You weren’t feeling cruel enough to actively try and make him fail.

Your hips had slowed now, and the long drawn tortured moans you were rewarded with. Oof. You could have quite easily stopped and wrapped the mouth he loved so much around his cock and given him the release he so desperately needed. You didn’t.

“I…can’t…anymore” he panted, exhausted. You still inside him pushing your hips to meet his ass once more

“Say please”

“Fuck please!” he cried. The desperation calling your punishment satisfactory. The top half of his body collapsed onto his arms. A beautiful panting mess of your own creation.

“Now I’m so hard it hurts” he breathed, muffled. Buckles undone, harness carried to the bag. Satiated smirk solid on your lips. You made no attempt to hide it when you re-joined him back in the tub. He shuffled round and slid fluidly onto the seat. The creases around his eyes glistening with tears. You swept them away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

“Such a beautiful boy. Such a mess for me”

“I’ve been good, please…let me cum…Babyyy” Oh god the whine was sounded so perfectly with need and beauty. You were actually impressed he managed it. He’d normally come undone pretty quick.

“Fine, you can cum but… you have to tell me, and you only get my hand” His hands excitedly grabbing your hips as you sat on his lap; gasping when you most definitely on purpose guided his cock through you as you lowered yourself.

He really was desperate.

He breathed a curse as your thumb rolled over his tip. Eyes automatically firing warnings your way. Inhaling your bottom lip between your teeth, the evil smirk responding. You are still in control and you are not done.

Back arched into his chest, hand spread at the base of his neck. Lips dangerous, finding that spot he loves you to clamp down on.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long” he breathed already flushed trying to contain himself. The small bulge of his adams apple bobbed underneath your lips, his legs stiffened in between yours. You kept your hand movements slow and deliberate. Wanting to drag each long groan past his lips that you could.

“Is that nice baby?” Asking the obvious you knew but you wanted to hear it.

“Mmm so…�� his words choked as your hand worked faster. His fingers locked tighter onto the outside of your thighs, head dropping back mouth agape stuttered soundless whimpers. Your hand constricting the side of his throat coaxing him to just topple off the edge.

“I’m going to…” Your hand abandoning his cock before his hips started spluttering. Even though you still had pressure on that beautiful milky throat of his. The sweet exasperated groan and breathy curses tweaked the sides of your lips up. His tortured pupils looking so feebly at you, devastated you’d just ruined his climax that he was gagging for. The water settling around you, your arm dragging droplets round his scapula, rolling down his chest perfect little drops.

Wet hands toying with the bottom of his hair line.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that” his chest still rising and falling in rapid undulations beneath you.

“And you know you can’t get enough of it” you countered pressing an adoring kiss on his plump lips.

“Babe you seriously gotta stop trying to leave me like this” it was a weak tired plea more than being a brat so you forgave him. If you ruined him just right, he’d stay hard; giving you plenty of extra play time. You retrieved your bikini halves from where they were shamelessly dropped. Facing the gap in the wall towards the changing area wringing out your hair; your ass a full spectacle to him to enjoy.

“Well I won’t because we’re not finished and you’re going to come and fuck me against the wall”

He followed you through into the changing rooms like the absolute love-struck horny puppy you know he is and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

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ice skates (s.r.)

prompt: steve’s never been ice skating but by the grace of gods you somehow manage to teach him

A/N: This is day 3 of the 12 Days of Winter fics event! I’ve always loved ice skating even though I’m horrible at it. I’m trying to take lessons though lmao. Cute Steve fluff for a cold day! Sorry if this is formatted weird, I had to do it all on my phone. A huge thank you to @nanners-the-great for giving me guidance in this fic - I could NOT do it without you. I’m also tagging @all1e23 cause I love her so much idk what I would do without her fics

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12 Days of Winter event

author: abby

words: 1606

pairing: steve rogers x reader

song i’m listening to: please come home for christmas by the eagles

In the comfort of your living room, with fuzzy socks and a warm sweater, you watched the snow fall from the window of your New York apartment.

The mug of coffee in your hands was doing more to warm you than anything else. The less than freezing degree weather outside was making it difficult to stay warm in any capacity. The radio on playing “Please Come Home for Christmas” made you close your eyes in nostalgia. Winters spent with your family, making hot cocoa, being bundled up in coats, and ice skating slipped through your mind. In the middle of your thoughts, a familiar rap on your door broke the silence.

“Come in!” You called from the window, knowing all too well who it was. Steve walked in, shuffling his feet from the cold air.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, putting his scarf on the hook by your door. “I stopped by that market on 9th and got some of that soup you like if you want some.” He chuckled, setting the container on the counter. “Might not be warm, though.”

“Oooh,” you hummed, quickly setting your mug on the coffee table as you moved into the kitchen. You kissed his cheek, not missing the slight flush that flooded the area. “Thank you, Stevie. You’re the best.” You smiled.

Stevie just shrugged. “Anything for you, doll.”

Steve and your’s relationship continuously danced around the line of friends and something more. Ever since you unlocked the door to the apartment across the hall from his, you’d gotten real close. You loved to hear his stories about how things were before the war, and he loved getting to experience the modern life of New York with you. Everyday that he wasn’t on a mission, he was either at your apartment watching some “classic” movie he had never heard of or listening to music you had recommended. Everyday, you were helping him adjust more and more. Knowing you for over a year now, Steve had begun to realize just how much he enjoyed your company. Of course, he had always been a sweetheart and a gentleman in your eyes. Getting to know him more than just face of patriotism only made your attraction to him grow. Those dark nights after a mission gone wrong when he just needed someone to talk to, the times he had shown you his sketches of his teammates, and his extensive record collection were just all moments of Steve Rogers no one else got to see. And those moments were all beautiful in their own way.

“Well Steven,” you blushed at his comment. “What were you doing in Midtown anyways?”

“Oh ya know,” he waved his hand. “Tony’s having a big ole party for the holidays, of course, but ya know I hate those things. I thought if I went and got everybody gifts maybe he wouldn’t give me crap for skipping out.” You chuckled, moving your soup the microwave.

“What, not a fan of dancin’?” You teased.

“I love dancing, sweetheart,” he sassed. “Just don’t love dancing with the people who want to dance with me.” He gave you a small smirk, watching your lips slip up even higher into a shining smile.

“Oh? And just who would you love to dance with?”

“Oh ya know,” he waved his hand again as he stuttered. He looked down at the cup of coffee you had slipped his way and cleared his throat. “So uh, what are you doing today?”

You giggled at his nervousness, letting his answer slide. “I don’t know. Was thinking about going ice skating. I used to go all the time with my family when I was a kid. It’s been years since I’ve done it and I wanna get back into the swing of it.”

Steve smiled softly as memories glazed over your eyes. He hummed, already knowing what his plans for the day were. “Ya know,” he started, moving closer to you as he leaned against the counter. “I’ve never been ice skating before.”

_____

Within the next hour, you and Steve had finished your soup, changed into better clothes, and found yourselves in Central Park waiting just outside the ice rink.

“So why haven’t you gone skating before?” You pondered waiting in line to buy your entry. Steve chuckled and your arm wrapped around his at the elbow tightened.

“Well, you’ve seen pictures of me before the war,” he laughed. “I wasn’t exactly sturdy on my own legs, let alone skates.”

You giggled. “Well, I still woulda made you learn.”

As you the two of you got up to the booth, you reached for your wallet, only to be beat by Steve giving the attendant cash for the both of you.

“Steve!” You chided. “At least let me pay for myself.”

He just smiled at the man, before turning towards you holding out a hand. “Uh uh. I’ve got it, doll. Don’t worry.”

You clicked your tongue shaking your head, knowing arguing with him about chivalry was a lost cause. You followed him into the seats before the rink, slipping off your shoes and lacing up your skates. You could sense Steve’s nervousness as his feet wobbled in the skates when he was sitting down. Standing before him, you held both hands out to pull him up. You entered the rink smoothly, balance finding you quickly.

Steve’s hand grasped to the wall not wanting to let go of the sturdy base until he knew he wouldn’t fall on his ass. That hope diminished as soon as he stepped both feet on the ice, his body wobbling before landing on his rear. He heard your angelic giggle quickly slide up beside him.

“Don’t be afraid of the fall, Steve,” you smiled. “Embrace the fall. It’s the only way to learn.”

Steve smiled sheepishly, pushing himself up and taking your hand to steady his legs. “This is a lot harder than I was expecting.”

You laughed, “Yeah well, I’m gonna show you the ropes.”

After letting Steve go around the rink once or twice holding onto the wall, you convinced him to only hold your hand as he went around. He chuckled at his own shakiness.

“I didn’t know you were this good at skating, doll.”

You smiled softly as his hand tightened on yours. “A lot of people don’t know this,” you started letting yourself stray a small distance away, giggling as Steve quickly pulled you back to his side. “I used to want to be a figure skater. Before I had to start thinking about college and all that jazz, I dreamed of going to the Olympics and skating to my heart’s content.”

Steve smiled at your reminiscing. “Well go on show me whatcha got.”

“Oh no,” you shook your head. “I don’t think you could handle not holding onto me.”

“Alright, no need to be mean,” he chuckled. “Just go. I’ll hold onto the wall.”

Tentatively letting go of his hold, you broke away from the side of the rink. Gaining momentum, you quickly circled the inner part of the rink. Turning quickly into a jump, you twisted in the air and landed on one foot, perfecting an axel jump. Steve smiled widely as you quickly made your way back to him.

“Well damn sweetheart,” he chuckled as you pulled him away from the wall and put yourself in between the two. “If I had known I was skating with a professional, I would’ve asked for your autograph.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “Oh hush.”

“I’m serious! That was amazing,” he complimented softly, hand tightening around yours for a different reason.

“Thank you, Steve,” you looked up with a soft smile and adoring eyes. Eyes soft, Steve cleared his throat.

“Gosh, I can’t even skate in a straight line by myself.” As if on cue, Steve’s skates seemed to trip over themselves and turned, pushing you against the wall with Steve pressed up against you. Your hands were still clasped at your sides.

His breath visibly entangled with yours in the cold air, noses almost touching. He could hear your heartbeat speed up at his closeness, your pupils dilated as they looked into his. He moved his free glove covered hand to cup your cheek. Slowly he moved towards you. You closed your eyes in preparation for the moment you had only dreamed of. Instead, his lips pressed against your forehead, rested there for a moment.

Steve was in the middle of mentally cursing himself for chickening out when you spoke up. “You missed,” you near whispered.

He pulled back, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“You missed,” you smiled, blushing softly.

“I don’t underst-“ He began, but you cut him off by pressing your lips into his.

Chapped, but soft, his lips pressed against yours almost didn’t feel real. You let go of his hand to move yours to his neck, pressing him closer. His hand settled on your waist, slightly gripping your hip. His tongue swept against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Soon your tongue was brushing against his, the small space in between you warming up with your combined body heat.

In a need for air, you broke away from his mouth, resting your forehead against his. Steve smiled sheepishly, noses bumping against each other. “Ya know,” he whispered breathlessly. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Hang of what?” You grinned, fingers softly combing through the hair at the base of his neck.

“This,” he stated confidently, cupping your cheek once more as his looked into your eyes. “Embracing the fall.”

And then he pressed his lips into yours once more.

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years

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Bitter Revenge

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Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Namjoon x Taehyung x Yoongi (ot7) Genre(s): fluff Rating: General Audiences

Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Jungkook

Tags: fluff, prank wars, no sex, polyamory Summary: Jungkook’s pranks have gone too far. The others will go to any lengths to get their revenge. Word Count: ~3.1k

Jungkook raced through the hallway when he heard Jin swear at him. He could barely stifle his giggles. He knew the books that he’d braced precariously had fallen, likely right on his eldest boyfriend’s hands and arms. It probably hurt – but the scream Jin had let out was so worth it. He knew he’d be smacked a good one – and likely deserved it – that night.

He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriends. They were his best friends and his life. But if there was one thing Jungkook enjoyed most – it was pranks. He always had. And now he had six captive victims at his constant disposal. It made it better that at least half of them were skittish already, so pranks were ten times funnier.

As he snuck into his room, he could hear Jin still swearing, warning Namjoon that – boyfriend or not – he was going to murder Jungkook.

The following week was strangely quiet. Jungkook had no good ideas for pranks, but the members – even those he had gotten really good the week before, seemed unconcerned. He came home early one Friday evening from hanging out with some of his non-idol friends and found three of his six partners curled up on the couch, peeking out from under a blanket.

“What’s happening?”

“Scary movie,” Jimin said.

“It was Namjoon’s idea,” Jin said.

“Wanna join?” Namjoon asked, wiggling himself and the half-finished bowl of popcorn over to make space for Jungkook. Jungkook beamed and leapt onto the couch with them, snagging a bite of popcorn.

“How far in are you?”

“Just started this one, already finished one.”

“Awesome.” Jungkook wormed his way under Namjoon’s arm, resting his head on his chest as he watched the delightfully gory film play out on their television.

Afterwards, Jungkook wiggled out of the pile of bodies. “Wanna go to bed?”

“We’ll be in in a minute. Warm up the bed for us?” Jimin asked, offering a playful wink. Jungkook chuckled. “Admit it, you just don’t wanna walk in the dark to the bedroom.”

“Maybe not. But still.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and rose, heading into the bedroom. He scowled, spotting something above the bed. Reaching out, he flipped the lights on, but they didn’t seem to be working. He tried a few times before rubbing his eyes and widening them, trying to get them to adjust to the darkness faster.

When they did, he stepped forward, reaching out and touching the hanging thing. It felt like hair, oddly enough, but when he pulled his hand away it was tacky with a dark substance. He looked up at where the hair was coming from, and spotted it pinned in between some tiles of his ceiling. He scowled, then chuckled. He sniffed the substance on his hands: sweet.

“Guys!” He shouted, hurrying out to where the others were. The three were sitting on the couch, seemingly awaiting something.

“Could you give me the recipe for this fake blood? It’s super realistic!” Jungkook exclaimed.

Jimin and Jin’s shoulders both sagged and Namjoon frowned.

“You—That didn’t freak you out?”

“No? But it was a good prank. I bet if you did it to Hobi-hyung he’d wet his pants.”

He trotted toward the bathroom, still examining the blood looking substance on his hands. It had been a good idea. And the fact that his partners were pranking him back made the pranking that much more fun. Now it wasn’t just doing it for the joy of hearing their screams – he could see what they would come up with in response to his pranks. It was a dream come true for Jungkook.

As he washed his hands, he plotted the next prank he’d pull.

Despite being brimming with ideas, Jungkook decided to wait a while on his next prank. Though he loved teasing, he was curious if they were planning anything else. He knew he was hard to scare, so it would be fun to see if they could accomplish it.

It was the middle of the day and Jungkook was in the studio, working on redoing some lines for the new album whe he got the text from Namjoon.

‘Miss you Jungkook.’

Jungkook smiled sheepishly despite himself, waving off the questioning look he got from Adora. “Just the guys.”

“Oh, just that. You know everyone knows you guys are dating. You don’t need to do so much to hide it in the office.”

Jungkook shrugged one shoulder. “Easier that way, to keep it quiet for the fans, not accidentally slip.” He sent a response as he spoke, ‘Miss you too – Will you be home at a reasonable time tonight?’

‘I think so, This meeting shouldn’t run too long. When are you done at the studio?’

Jungkook glanced at the papers in front of him before answering. ‘No more than an hour or two.’

‘The guys are going out tonight – I’ll order dinner. Been a while since we spent a night together.’

Jungkook grinned despite himself, ignoring Adora’s huff of mock annoyance.

‘I’d like that. See you tonight.’

He set his phone aside and grabbed the music, clearing his throat to begin recording again.

Jungkook returned home – as promised – within an hour and a half. The dorm was dark and quiet, and he wondered if maybe Namjoon hadn’t made it home yet. He flipped on the living room light and gasped.

On the couch was a stuffed bear. It was at least six feet tall, with soft brown fur and a big tag that read ‘To JK’.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispered, grinning. He rushed up to it, reaching out for it. As soon as he came within an arm’s length, the bear leapt up, screaming in an inhuman voice. Jungkook froze for a moment then began to laugh.

The bear, which had its paws raised menacingly, stopped screaming and dropped its arms.

“Aren’t you scared?” Came the muffled voice of Yoongi from inside.

Jungkook covered his mouth to stifle his giggles. “Yoongi-hyung?” He yelped.

The bear began to fidget and twist. He grabbed at his ears and pulled until Yoongi popped out from a slit in the bear’s back, some stray cotton in his hair. “Really? Not even a little?”

“You’re so cute!” Jungkook leapt at him, kissing him square on the mouth. He picked some of the fluff out of his hair. “Did you really think that was gonna be scary though?”

“A six-foot stuffed animal leaping at you should scare you, Jungkook.”

“Well… Or make me think someone was hiding inside it.”

Yoongi huffed, his mouth turning down into a pout. Jungkook smiled and kissed him again. “Don’t be mad. It was a good try. Please tell me I can keep the teddy.”

“Yeah, yeah, his stuffing is in my room in some bags. Help me get out of him and we’ll restuff and sew him shut.”

“You’re amazing.”

“Woulda been better if I’d scared you,” Yoongi grumped, letting Jungkook pull the bear off his body.

“Well, you can always try again later,” Jungkook said.

“Oh don’t worry, we will.”

Jungkook grinned at him. “I look forward to it.”

And he was. Though he implemented a particularly nasty prank involving a pile of plastic cockroaches in Hoseok and Jimin’s main bathroom, he was eager to see what they could possibly come up with that would scare him. As the weeks passed with nothing though, he wondered if maybe they’d given up.

One morning, Hoseok entered the kitchen, scowling as he toweled his hair dry.

“Why so grumpy?” Namjoon asked.

“Pipes are making weird noises. Really messed up my relaxing morning shower. When you shower, Jungkook – would you see if you hear the noise too?”

“Sure. I’m about to head in there anyway.”

Hoseok nodded, sitting down at the counter and grabbing some of the fruit laid out on the table as Jungkook rose and padded into the bathroom for his turn at the shower.

Jungkook stripped down and tossed his clothes into the hamper, stretching in front of the mirror. He turned on the water and waited a few moments for it to warm up before stepping in and dipping his head under the spray. The pipes seemed quiet for the moment, he noticed. He tilted his head back under the spray, letting the warm water run into his mouth. The bitter tang of copper and salt covered his tongue and he spat, stepping back and wiping the water from his eyes.

The spray was a deep red, splashing onto his body and the white tub in a grotesque splatter. The shower head itself seemed to be foaming pink, thick dribbles of red oozing from a few of the holes in the shower head.

Jungkook stumbled back and hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and scrubbing himself off. He slapped off the shower immediately, staring at the, well, literal blood bath. Scowling, he looked back up at the shower head and reached up. He gripped it firmly, grimacing at the sludge of slimy, wet whatever and the foamy mess. He unscrewed the shower head and pulled it down, running his finger through the congealed mess on the back of it. He could see remnants of some sort of plastic, around it, and then it clicked, he laughed hard, shaking his head. Pulling on his boxers, he rushed out to the kitchen, still holding the shower head. The other six were sitting still, seemingly waiting.

“This was a great prank, guys!” Jungkook called when he entered.

“Seriously?! No noise at all?” Taehyung huffed.

“I would have screamed if blood started raining on me in the shower,” Hoseok complained.

“You almost got me,” Jungkook admitted. “The taste and the goo – but the foam gave it away.”

Namjoon groaned. “I was hoping that wouldn’t be too noticeable.”

“It was great. Good job guys. You know I’m gonna get you all back twice as bad.” Jungkook laughed and rushed back into the bathroom as the others dropped their heads on the counter and table.

Despite Jungkook’s repeated pranks afterward, there was silence from the other six. It was almost disappointing. No big reactions, nothing more than swearing or shouting in the moment. No revenge so to speak, they didn’t even bring them up afterward. Days turned to weeks and then a few months with nothing from the others. Jungkook decided they’d just given up – he really was unprankable.

“Guys! You have to see this game I got!” Jungkook called when he rushed into the dorm during one of their weekends off. He kicked off his shoes and hurried into the kitchen, a little surprised to see five of the members sitting around the counter, looking sullenly at their cell phones.

“Uh… Guys?”

Namjoon looked up, his eyes glassy. “Oh Jungkook,” he whispered.

Jungkook smiled a little, confused. “Why do you all look like someone died? Where’s Hobi-hyung?”

Jimin made a small sound of distress and Jin flinched visibly.

“Guys – What’s going on?” Jungkook asked more firmly. Namjoon cleared his throat.

“There’s been… An accident.”

“Accident? Like what?”

“Hobi… He—Jungkook, I’m so sorry.”

Panic bubbled in Jungkook’s throat. “What happened, Namjoon-hyung? Where’s Hobi-hyung?” He asked again.

“They broke in,” Yoongi whispered. “I don’t think they expected anyone to be home. But Hobi…”

“He got in the way,” Taehyung whispered. “There was… So much blood.”

“Where is he?!” Jungkook screamed, his eyes brimming with tears. His vision began to grey out, panic choking him like a hand on his throat. The bag slipped from his grip.

“He’s in the hospital, Jungkook,” Jimin croaked, his eyes red rimmed from crying. “He’s in a coma and they—”

“Is he going to be okay? We need go see him! Now!” Jungkook grabbed Yoongi and tried to drag him off the stool. Yoongi pulled his arm free from Jungkook’s grip.

“He’s not okay!” He snapped, startling Jungkook. Jin and Taehyung both jumped when he shouted.

“He’s not doing good, they—They won’t let us go see him,” Namjoon whispered.

Jungkook shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, this can’t be happening. Please, I—We can’t lose Hobi-hyung.”

The room was silent enough that one could hear a pin dropping. The only sounds were the occasional sniffle from Jimin and Jungkook’s staggered breathing.

“Please...” He finally whispered, his entire body feeling cold and numb.

“Jungkook... We have one question... It’s very important,” Namjoon said.

“What is it?”

Namjoon rose and wrapped his arms around Jungkook in a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to his ear. “You will never top this prank Jeon Jungkook. Stop pranking us. Do you understand?”

Jungkook pulled back, confusion blending with his sorrow. “What?”

Namjoon smirked and looked behind Jungkook’s head. He turned as well, his heart skipping a beat. Hoseok stood in the doorway, unhurt and certainly not comatose. His only visible injury was the bandage around his hand from Jungkook’s last prank.

“Hobi-hyung?” He rasped. He rushed up to him and touched his chest and arms, face and shoulders.

“You’re alive!” He stepped back and looked at the group. They all had varying levels of amusement written on their faces, and most had a bandage or scratch from one of Jungkook’s pranks. He glared and burst into tears, startling them.

“This wasn’t nice!” He growled, pushing past Hoseok and storming into his bedroom, leaving the others staring stunned after him.

A part of him understood why they did it, it the bigger emotion was hurt. Pranks were supposed to be fun and maybe a little painful, not telling him one of his lovers was dying.

He wiped his tears angrily, knocking a photo of the seven of them down. “Assholes,” he snapped to no one in particular.

They left Jungkook to wallow in his hurt anger only for about forty minutes before a soft knock sounded at his door.

“Go away!” He shouted.

“Jungkook, please,” Taehyung said. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re sorry,” Namjoon repeated.

“Please let us in,” Jimin finished.

Jungkook glared at his wall in silence, wondering if they’d go away. Another knock came instead.

“Please, Jungkookie, let us talk,” Hoseok pleaded.

Jungkook heaved a dramatic sigh. “I’m mad at you all!” He shouted.

The door creaked open anyway. “We know,” Yoongi said.

Jungkook looked over, a little surprised to see just how haggard they all suddenly looked. Jimin was holding a bowl of popcorn and Jin had cans of soda. Taehyung held chocolate and choco pies and Hoseok had ice cream and a pile of spoons. Yoongi held a bag of what looked like plastic bugs. Namjoon had a small stuffed bunny in his grip.

“What—“

“We’re sorry,” Jin said softly. “We come with gifts and... To talk and make you feel better.”

Jungkook glared, wiping at his face with the back of his hand. “That was so mean.”

“We know,” Namjoon said, entering the room. He crawled onto the bed, pushing the bunny into Jungkook’s arms. “I know. It was too far.”

“We were so mad about the pranks,” Jin said, stepping in as well, setting the sodas on the desk and crawling to Jungkook’s other side when he sat up, fiddling with the soft fur of the bunny’s ears. “But that was no excuse.”

“We kept trying to prank you, nothing was working,” Jimin said. He set the popcorn down, wiggling half onto Jungkook’s lap and wrapping his arms around his middle.

“So when we thought of this, it was perfect – the only way we could scare you and make you realize,” Taehyung said. He took Jungkook’s other leg.

“But we were shallow – We didn’t realize… We didn’t think about what it would do to you,” Hoseok said.

“You care so much for us – losing one of us would… Shatter you. We shouldn’t have pushed it so far,” Yoongi finished. He and Hoseok crawled onto the bed with Jungkook as well.

Jungkook was staring at the rabbit in his hands, his eyes still watery.

“None of this is making excuses or justifying what we did,” Namjoon clarified. “We were in the wrong here, and we know you’re mad. You have a right to be. We should have thought it through, and we didn’t. We hurt our Jungkookie. We just hope you can forgive us.”

Jungkook pouted a little bit. “You guys could have just talked to me, you know?”

“We know. It didn’t work before so we just kinda… Assumed.”

“We are so sorry, Jungkook,” Jimin whispered.

Jungkook gave a small, half smile. He stroked his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Some of my pranks probably were a little too far too. I’m sorry I pushed you guys to this. I’ll lighten up on them, okay?”

“Okay. And we’ll talk to you if something is up,” Taehyung agreed, and the others nodded.

Jungkook smiled, leaning his head on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Where’s that ice cream?” He asked.

Jin reached over and grabbed it, passing it to Jungkook.

“Why do you have fake bugs, hyung?” Jungkook asked as he opened the top and dug the spoon in.

Yoongi set the bag on Jungkook’s lap. “We went too far with a prank, so I felt it was only right to say sorry with more prank ammunition.”

Jungkook laughed and nodded. “Deal. Thank you. All of you… That wasn’t funny, I was so scared… Losing even one of you is like a nightmare to me.”

“We know,” Jimin said softly. “We’re so sorry.”

“Wanna watch a movie?” Hoseok offered. “You can pick.”

“Even a scary one?” Jungkook asked, spooning some ice cream into his mouth. Hoseok rolled his eyes but nodded.

Jungkook wiggled his way out of the pile of his boyfriends and began to dig around on his desk for the remote.

“There is an awesome new release actually, I’ve been wanting to watch it but haven’t had time. Supposed to be the scariest movie this year.”

“Great,” Jin grumbled without humor. He winced when Taehyung elbowed him. “What? He knows what he’s doing, I can be honest.”

Jungkook grinned and leaped back onto the bed. The seven wiggled and shifted until they found semi comfortable spots on the small bed, piled onto one another. As the movie played, they passed the drinks and food back and forth with a practiced ease of living together for so long. Jungkook smiled a little at the group. He was mad – they had hit him where it hurt. But it did get the message across, and that mattered too. He didn’t want to hurt them, same as they didn’t want to hurt him. Their peace and happiness was what mattered.

Jungkook shifted his body carefully and tossed one of the fake bugs onto the pile of popcorn Jimin was holding near his face while he was entirely engrossed in the film. When he glanced down to shove the handful in his mouth, he spotted the bug and squeaked, throwing the popcorn down.

The group laughed hard and Jimin glared at Jungkook, who only grinned and leaned forward to place a kiss on his pouty mouth.

Peace and happiness really was key. That, and the occasional innocent prank.

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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The Grind- Chapter 22

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All my perpetual fretting over Tia’s reaction to the news of my reconciliation with Colton was all for…well…. It was all 100% necessary. She yelled phrases such as “if you wanna let the asshole back in your bed, you can clean up the mess he’s gonna make,” and “what did the dickhead do to convince you?” Both valid, however brutally honest they may have seemed. I made up my mind not to push it on her just yet, but to tip-toe through the tulips, if you will, until she warmed up to him. The two of them were quite similar in more ways than one, so they were bound to fall into at least a civil relationship sooner or later. Or, there unpredictable, combusting similarities would eventually just explode like the boom of a nuke.

As for progression on the Ritter/Elliott home front, things were moving along nicely. We were back to our morning coffee routine at The Grind, and our running schedule had been carefully decided for Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. One of those particular Sunday workouts had navigated us to the new home Colton had purchased as of late, so he could give me the tour. He’d met me at my apartment that morning, carless, but I hadn’t considered where he’d began his run from.

He’d moved in a little over 5 months ago, and judging at first glances the deposit was heavy for a place like this. The brick front, two story structure must have been newly built on the street because the miniscule grassy path he did have in his side yard, was just ever so slightly sprouting from the clumpy, muddy surface. He led me up a black painted front porch through the front door, seemingly eager to show off his purchase from a successful years earnings.

“Home sweet home. Here we are!” He remarked before breaking the plain into his den. “Whatddya think?”

I thought it wasn’t the place I pictured him in, for starters. Not in pessimistic manner or anything, the space was merely more modern, and suburban for what I imagined his quarters to be like. The cabinets of a kitchen just to the right of the main entrance, were bright white, and stealthy black appliances accentuated more bleach white on the walls. Upon trailing deeper into the area, we entered a hardwood floor living room, where the navy of his leather couch shined under the natural light blazing in from a large window.

“It’s super nice, Colt! You keep it so… clean.” Seriously, there wasn’t a stich of the rug out of place. No molding take-out boxes on his countertops, or discarded shoes strung wildly about.

“Give it time,” he pointed at me with a wide smile. “I ain’t been here long enough to destroy it yet.”

“Don’t expect me to come over and clean the place, mister. This girl is no maid,” I said overlapping my arms in a forewarning.

“You could be. Hey, we could get you one of those little outfits and everything,” Colton said wagging his eyebrows in suggestion. “I’m gonna go shower real quick, then we’ll take the bike back to your apartment. Just hang out here, and give me 20. Unless of course, you’d like the tour of my shower too..”

Okay, yes please! I need to get a good luck at the tub. Inspect the plumbing, and the drains or whatever..

“I don’t have a change of clean clothes, silly. But, you get all squeaky clean, then I’ll take you on the tour of my new place. The bedroom is to die for...” He dropped his head back in a cantankerous huff as if I was torturing him for my own pleasure.

While he left me unsupervised, fidgeting on the couch, I decided some friendly, not at all psychotic girlfriend snooping would be harmless. Wandering aimlessly in my sock feet about the sitting area and kitchenette, something in particular sparked my interest plastered on the double doors of his refrigerator. In carefully executed newspaper snippets, were all of my published works from the last three years held up on display by small, coinlike magnets. One piece I’d written on an injured All-American local boy who had withdrawn his commitment to Pitt due to apparent substance issues. Various tidbits from the usual Steelers coverage, and my article from his fight with Mendez.

Thin, chalky newspaper nearly covered the entire spread of the left side freezer door. He appeared to have saved nearly every published work that had my name attached to it. What made the gesture even more monumentally romantic, was that The Pilot wasn’t available for subscription, nor a newsprint you could grab at any local convenient store on your morning milk run. It was only available for purchase at two outdoor newsstands in the city, one being a small cart on the sidewalk at the front entrance of our main office. The other was easily a 20-minute commute from any of the local businesses he frequented. Neither spot being one he’d cross by coincidence on his morning jog through downtown, or even the closest grocery store, or Mac’s. Meaning the man had made a specific trip, every Thursday morning to spend $3.75 on a paper that he could’ve searched the internet for. I sketched a feathery finger over the printed words, hearing a single dolloped tear drip below at my feet to the crisp tile of his kitchen floor. He really had never sincerely left me, just like he said only a handful of days ago.

“There’s more in an old cardboard box on the rack under the coffee table.” His stealthy, barefoot approach behind me was completely undetected, or I had just been so preoccupied with my discovery that any background noise was hushed.

I faced him, startled, carelessly forgetting to wipe the still running stream of tears, and hiccupped to repress audibly weeping.

“Oh, woah. Woah, baby. Hey, what’s wrong?” Colt stepped once to reach me, and cloaked me into the embrace of his grey tee, blotched with undried remnants of his shower. He placed both hands to my cheeks, leaving my face trapped between his scuffed, worked palms. Eyes searching over my face, like he was looking for the reason of my tears written somewhere across my forehead.

“I’m fine, seriously. It’s nothing.” I nearly snorted to sniff the running of my nose. Yeah, that was convincing. He’ll be right off your back now.

“Talk to me, Livvy. What’s goin’ on, huh? I know tears when I see ‘em. Especially yours.”

“You did this? You kept them? All, of them?”

A hesitant, “U” shape danced over his lips at my question. “Of course I did, babe. Well, I almost missed one week, but I told the guy at the stand I’d give him 20 bucks if he could get me a copy.”

It drew a laugh from both of us, mine still mixed with some joyful tears.

“It’s got your name on it, Liv. Hell, I woulda paid all the money in my wallet if you had written the alphabet down and had it published. I told you once I was proud a’ ya’, and I meant it.”

“I just didn’t… I never thought… I didn’t know you cared this much. I’m surprised you went through that trouble, especially since we weren’t even together for over half of these.” I looked back for the tenth time over the collection marked with my signature.

“I think that’s when I started to care so much. When we weren’t together, I mean. Because y’know, that’s the weird, twisted fucker I am,” he said rolling his eyes.

His hands departed from my face, and one was now pinching the bridge of his masculine nose in frustrated contemplation. I didn’t see the normal abundance of equanimity in his eyes now that normally dwelled there, and I was well aware that he was struggling for the words he sought. “I’m a head case, Liv. I find the love of my life, and talk to her like dog shit, because that’s obviously what a sensible man would do? God… What fuckin’ sense does that make?”

“Honest? It makes perfect sense, actually.” I comforted him, trying to distinguish the fires of aggravation, and self-loathing I could see kindling behind his eyes. “It’s the typical reaction of a man who’s never been in love before, and doesn’t have a damn clue how to handle all the things his feeling all of a sudden.”

“I know exactly how t’ handle it now though.” Colton said snatching me like a flimsy sack of potatoes into his grips, and reaching for a sly kiss.

When his arms outreached though, one of the tattoo additions I had been suspicious of when we bumped into each other at the Temple that fateful day, revealed itself like a shiny penny catching the beams of the sun. Carefully placed on the tender, hairless skin of the underside of his bicep amongst his dedication to the Andy Warhol bridge, and a Latin phrase “Fortis Passioni deditus” translating to “strong willed”, was a small 21 needled in varsity print.

I immediately locked a grip around the evidence in question, raising it further into the light to investigate whether my eyes had been viciously deceiving me. He didn’t dispute, either from downright perplexity, or for the simple fact that he knew exactly what had won my attention and wanted me to snoop it out a little more closely.

Once I had wiped sternly over the numbers with a thumb, seeing they were indeed permanently etched onto his smooth skin, I looked intently upward to his waiting face. I wanted to smile in cheesy satisfaction, I wanted to cry in earnest adoration, and I wanted to claw the very ink out of his skin as backlash for his silly, erratic decision. But no, not really. The sensible, rational Liv rallied admirably to find a way to veto what he had done and hammer him with venomous disapproval. Thankfully, my fanatical love for the man eclipsed the once “safe” nature I carried, and all I wanted to do was fall at his feet.

“Took ya’ long enough, 2-1.” He smiled barely showing a top row of teeth.

“Wh..when?” I tripped over my tongue.

“Few months after the Mendez fight, I think. Was gonna put it on my chest, next to ma’s date of remission. But my guy down at the parlor said here looked better.” The man explained so coolly as if a shrine to my basketball number, and his pet name for me drawn onto his flesh was just something people did so commonly. Seriously, it sounded as if he was just reading off the lottery numbers in the Sunday paper.

“A few months? So, you did this after you dumped me? We weren’t even together and you got this tattoo?”

“Are you mad? Like…seriously upset with me, Liv? I mean, yeah, it was a little reckless, but that shoudn’t surprise you, baby,” he snickered. “But I knew I’d get you back, Livvy. Or I was gonna damn die tryin’. The way I saw it, it would either end up being something meaningful to our story that we could tell our babies in 10 years. Or, if I didn’t win you back, I’d have to look at it every fuckin’ day and think of the colossal mistake I made.”

10 years? Babies? DON’T FAINT. DO NOT.

“Lucky for you then, huh? Your plan played out for the better, I suppose.” I stretched on my small toes to pat my nose to his.

“So, you like it then?”

I didn’t bother to reward him with praise, instead just sucked a hearty kiss from the thin part in his opened mouth, humming sensually.

“Colton?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Take me to bed. Now.”

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#Tom Hardy #tomhardy #tomhardyfanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #tomhardyfanfiction #tommy conlon #elizabeth olsen #thegrind

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anousiemay · 4 years

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The Angel & The Devil Ch. 2 Crushed Flowers

Reflecting on the past few weeks leaves Jason feeling hopeless. He had to do something to make up for what he did. Maybe some ice-cream and flowers could be the first stepping stone to setting things right. Imma just spam the whole fic but if anyone does enjoy please don’t be afraid to send requests for Jason x reader too!! Poor Jaybird :C ----- Just as Red Hood fired the second shot, Guardian whipped one of her wings up to cover her face and knock her attacker backwards. The man recovered quickly and grabbed his second pistol, clicking the safety off and firing at her wings now covering her shocked figure.

What the fuck was going on?

"Red, what the fuck are you doing?" She hollered from behind her wings. The bullet in her leg was different to the ones he usually used. Firstly, they weren't fakes and secondly, they were painted red instead of yellow. It was making her feel woozy. Guardian had to move, staying still would give Red time to move closer and whatever was in these bullets was also weakening her wings usual durability. Carefully standing and grunting in pain, Guardian leapt forward at the man. Pinning him down by the waist and using her wings to pin his wrists.

"Red, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but you need to stop this!"

"Sorry, Angel. No can do." He responded before lifting his legs up then around Anita's body and throwing her to the floor. Red Hood then grabbed one of his guns and shot Anita in the shoulder blade, she cried in pain and flung him back with a kick. She had to get out of there. Spreading her wings, Anita propelled herself up and out of the warehouse door. Red Hood shooting at her fleeing figure and nagged a bullet in her back. Guardian flew far from the warehouse, tears streaming down her face and black dots dancing in her eyes. She pressed the gold symbol on her chest and landed hard on the roof of her apartment building about 10 clicks from the warehouse. Later, even as Batman placed her on the gurney in the Bat Cave, all Anita could think of was Jason.

Guardian's partner, Anita's lover, had shot her. The Red Hood; Jason Peter Todd, had tried to kill her.

- - - Shaking his head, Jason tried to clear his head of the fear in Anita’s eyes as he shot her in the shoulder. He was right, hydrofluoric acid tore through her healing factor and wings like a shredder with paper. But had it been worth it? Scaring his girlfriend to death just to get in Black Masks good graces? He remembered the man clapping his hand on Jason’s leathered shoulder, smiling at The Red Hood “I see you’ve made your point, Mr. Hood. Welcome to the club.” Then he had been knocked over the head and woke up half naked in a fancy bedroom. Sure, Black Mask was now a mumbling, brain-dead pile in Gotham Hospital but Jason didn’t want to even think of Anita’s condition after their short fight. “Fuck me, what have I done?” Jason mumbled as he turned the shower faucet off, stepping out and drying his body. He should’ve contacted her the moment they got out of Black Mask’s HQ; he shouldn’t have gone to Qurac right away. ‘Shoulda, coulda, woulda’ Jason thought. He’d just have to fix things, buy her some flowers, that Banana Split from Freddie’s. He’d apologize and do anything. If she didn’t throw him halfway across the state. Slipping into a pair of black jeans and grey turtleneck sweater, Jason walked out the bathroom. Bizarro had surprisingly gotten past the tutorial and was now asking the merchant for his wares. “Why can’t me buy?” Bizarro asked as Jason slipped on a leather jacket then grabbed his motorbike keys and phone. “You need to do some quests, big guy. Head to the black robed guy on your left, he’ll get you started.” “Thank Red Him.” “You’re welcome. Artemis, I’m going out!” Artemis emerged from her room then, hair no longer in its ponytail and trailing after her tall figure. She too, had slipped into some comfy clothes. Wait, were they his? “That’s fine, I will most likely depart later and buy some clothing for myself. I’ll take Bizarro with me.” She stated as she joined Bizarro on the couch. “Cool, there’s a credit card taped under the microwave.” “Good luck with your Angel.” Jason was stunned into silence then, but quickly recovered with a weak laugh and a nod. “Thanks, I’ll need it.” Oh boy was that an understatement. - - - It was a 10-minute drive to Scoops & Hoops, the traffic had been less than usual, and Jason couldn’t help but thank the traffic Gods for this opening. The small bell above the gelateria’s door tinkled as the tall man walked in. He smiled at the owner, Freddie, who greeted him with a toothy, albeit cavity filled, grin. “Jason!” He sung and a few of the female workers there perked their heads up to greet him with soft giggles. “Hi, Freddie. You still got your famous Banana Split for me?” Jason asked, leaning against the pastel coloured counter. The older man nodded enthusiastically, “Getting one for that lovely girl of yours?” He said just loud enough for the giggling girls to hear, their heads dipping back to their tubs of ice cream in shame. Jason winced slightly, he wasn’t quite sure if Anita wanted to be his anymore, but he had to try. “Of course, I lost a bet and I owe her one. Do you think you could write a little message too?” Freddie lifted his head up, an eyebrow arched high on his glistening forehead. “Oh no. Did you two have a fight?” Jason’s eyes widened in shock, was it that obvious? “Uh, how didja tell?” The other man laughed at Jason’s bewildered expression, almost as though he had asked him a stupid question. “Jason, son. As a man whose dealt with a woman’s scorn let me tell you it leaves a mark you can’t miss. Especially one like your Anita. I’m amazed you’re in one piece.” Jason huffed out a laugh then, he was pretty amazed too. “How did you make them stop scorning at you?” “Well, there’s no one way, son. It depends what happened and on the person. You two have been together for what, almost a year? It hurts much more when your partner does something stupid 6 years into a relationship than 2 months. But a lot of the time. You must be patient but not passive.” “Like, let her know I’m there for her?” “Exactly! Think about a time you’ve been furious at someone. How long did it take you to come around?” Bruce. Jason instantly thought of Bruce and grimaced. “A while.” “Well, we’ll just have to hope Anita’s nothing like you in that regard. Now, what didja want me to write on this your banana?” Jason couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought of Anita never forgiving him. He was so screwed. “Maybe, ‘I love you’?” - - - 8 hours later, Red Hood stood on top of Gotham Courthouse with a medium tub of Freddie’s famous Banana Split in his right hand and a bunch of flowers in his left. If any criminal were to spot him now, his reputation as the bad one out of the Bat Bunch would be tarnished. But reputation was the last thing on Red’s mind. He had contacted Guardian a few hours prior, asking them to meet and hopefully hash things out. She was 13 minutes late and he was sure the ice cream was melting. He knew he should’ve bought dry ice. The sky was full of clouds; it’d be a quiet patrol tonight for the rest of the family. Red just hoped she’d come. Just as Red was about to give up, there was a shadow landing on his helmet, looking up he couldn’t help but smile under his helmet. There Guardian floated, the moonlight giving her a soft glow and halo. “Beautiful.” He mumbled as she gracefully landed on the roof. Her wings ruffled slightly, and she ran a hand through her auburn hair, green eyes surveying the area before facing him. “What is all this?” She asked, motioning to Red Hood’s full hands. The man snapped out of his daze and began rambling. “Well I got you that Banana Split I owe you and some flowers. The ones in our kitchen were dying and I know how much you love them. The chrysanthemums mean loyalty, the Jasmine is beauty, lilies stand for humility and the roses…well. They mean I love you.” Guardian walked up and took the bouquet from Red Hood’s grasp, taking off her mask she breathed in their scent and smiled softly. She seemed lost in them and Jason thought briefly that he had rectified his mistake. Taking a step closer he nudged her with the tub. “If you want, we can take this back and eat it together?” Anita jumped back, as though lightning had struck her. The smile was gone, and a frown sat on her features instead. “Together? Like partners?” “Like lovers.” Jason clarified, taking off his helmet with his free hand. Anita scoffed, plucking a petal from a rose, “I must’ve missed the part in the relationship handbook where you put your own fucking girlfriend into critical condition.” “You-It was that bad?” Jason knees felt weak, no she couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even lace them with a lot of acid. "You really didn't think shooting me with my weakness, which by the way I didn't even know existed, wouldn't hurt me? Look at this, Jason. Look." Lifting her white Kevlar top Jason could see where the acid had left long, deep scars on her upper shoulder and lower back, his mouthed dropped open. “Yeah, that was my expression too when I saw them. Alfred told me if I’d have arrived any later to the Bat Cave that I could’ve lost all feeling in my kneecap.” “I-I swear Angel, I didn’t think-“ “Exactly, you didn’t think about the consequences. Instead you went ahead and almost killed me!” Anita’s wings spread wide, the moonlight making them seem bigger than they really were. She was trying to intimidate him. “I would never do that. I wouldn’t of if I knew…” “Then why? Why did you lie!?” “To protect you.” “Protect me!? Jason, you shot me! Shot me! Just so you could get in bed with Black Mask and make a new fucking team without me.” The flowers in Anita’s hand were becoming crumpled from how tight she was holding them, her body had never felt so hot, mind so frazzled. “That’s not- “Jason could feel her slipping from him, but damnit she wouldn’t let him get a word in. “I saw you land in Gotham today, Jay. You looked pretty happy with the Superman clone and Amazon. Glad it was so easy to replace me. But you wanna know what hurt more than being shot, replaced and lied to? The fact that you confided your crazy plan to the man you had trust issues with for YEARS, but not to your own girlfriend.” “Angel-“ “How many times have I rushed to your aid in meetings? How many times have I patched you up way before I put on this suit? How much have we gone through together for you to doubt my ability to be a hero? I can’t help but wonder if you even love me if it was so easy to turn me into a scapegoat.”

"Of course, I love you! Please, Anita, please just listen." God Jason had never felt so terrible, his ears were ringing, and he wanted so desperately to hold her.

Tears were spilling down both their faces and Anita’s booming voice was now soft and weak with her final question; "Then why didn’t we fight him together, Jay?" Jason didn’t know what to say, nothing he said would be right. But it wasn’t about being right, it was about the truth. Anita was right: Jason had underestimated her; he had hurt her. Unsatisfied with his sudden quietness, Anita shoved the flowers back at Jason who caught them expertly. "I can’t forgive you, Jay. You broke my heart… Here, I won't be needing this." Reaching into her utility belt, Guardian handed Red Hood the binoculars he gifted her after her first mission. It was his way of saying they were partners, The Angel & The Devil.

Jason could feel his throat tightening, he had to fix this. But his voice came out as a whimper, "Anita, please. Let's just talk this out." "No, Jason. I think we're done talking. Give those to your Amazon friend, you seem to trust her more than me." Then Guardian slipped back on her mask and flew off into the night, leaving Jason heartbroken with melting ice cream and crushed flowers.

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dixiechip · 6 years

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Always - Part 7

Okay guys. This one is super serious and very triggering. Please read with caution.

TW: abusive past relationship, physical abuse, mental abuse, rape (slightly descriptive), self harm, blood, blade mention, etc.

I’m sorry if this is too much for some of you to read, but it is a major part of the development of my OFC. This chapter was based on personal experiences so please take it easy on me. I’ve already received hate about this story and it really sucks when some of you guys do that...

KEY:

Thoughts

~Dream~

*** Time jump

~~~ Flashback

[Her POV]

Fear radiated through me. My hands shook. I had yet to open the door but he could see me through the small glass panes on the door. “Open up, sweetcheeks. We got some talking to do, now.” I stepped back from the door. If I ran, I could make it to the big truck and take off but if I didn’t make it, that would be the end of it all. The beating will be worse if you don’t open the door.

I stepped towards the door and unlocked it. He stepped in and slammed the door behind him. I kept my distance from him and the dog growled at him. “You better put that bitch up. Go and lock her up, now.” I slipped my fingers into the dog’s collar and pulled her through the kitchen. I set up the baby gate to keep her from leaving the laundry room.

When I entered the living room, he was sat on the couch with his muddy boots kicked up on the coffee table. “Make me a drink, sweetcheeks.” I jumped at the boom of his voice but complied. I made him a cup of tea and brought him the fixings. Beau always insisted on mixing his own tea. I set the cup down on the arm of the couch and held out the sugar and creamer. He snatched it out of my hand roughly. I sat on the opposite side of the room and fiddled with my hair. His eyes raked over me and filled with rage.

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?! YOU FUCKING SLUT! WHO FUCKING TOUCHED YOU!” His voice boomed through the house and he stood to his feet. He made his way to me and grabbed my shoulder roughly. He pulled the shirt off my shoulder and pressed his finger against the base of my neck. Daryl left a love bite on my skin before he left…

“WHO THE FUCK DID YOU LET MARK YOU?! YOU FUCKING WHORE! BET YA LIKED IT, HUH? CHEATING ON ME WAS FUN FOR YOU, HUH?!” I flinched and shied away from his touch. His hand held me in my seat and his grip tightened. The sting was sharp and pain filled my cheek. I landed roughly on the floor and the punches didn’t stop. Each punch to my face and chest took my breath away.

His eyes were filled with rage and he wrapped his hand around my throat. I struggled against his hold and tried to fight back but he pinned me down. I was ripped from the ground and slammed against the wall with his hand still around my throat. Tears fell freely and I choked on each breath. My throat ached and my eyes blurred with tears. He released my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair. His rough touch shoved me towards the stairs.

“Go bitch. You deserve this for hurting me like this.” His voice was icy and I ran up the stairs. I tried the shut the door but his hand slammed against it and pushed it wide open. He threw my body to the floor and pain seeped through my ribcage. My hands were forced behind my back and tied with his belt. He lifted my body of the floor and shoved me half way onto the bed. My toes barely touched the floor. My pants and panties were shoved down my thighs and I screamed out in pain as I felt him. I screamed louder than before. He shoved my face into the blankets and kept going. His assault was merciless; tears continually fell down my cheeks. I yelled in pain with each of his movements and prayed it would end soon.

[His POV]

I hadn’t meant to stay away for two days but I got held up the first day and had to crash in a rundown house for a little bit. I stumbled through the forest and tried to find a trail that would lead me back to the house. A loud howling broke the silence. The howl was cut short and only barking could be heard. I followed the sound out into the clearing. Worry rushed through me as I caught sight of a truck parked in the front yard. I inspected the truck. It was empty. The door to the house was unlocked. The dog howled and growled nonstop. A crash came from up the stairs. I quietly went up them and found the door to our room closed. A grunting noise came from inside the room. I bust the door open and aimed my crossbow at his head. I couldn’t comprehend the sight that was in front of me but when I did, it hit hard.

She was bent over the bed, her feet off the ground, and her face was shoved into the pillows. Her hands were tied and her mouth gagged. There was blood dripping down her thighs and onto the floor and bedsheets. He stood there with a smirk on his face and he yanked his pants up. He kicked her legs out from under her and she collapsed to the ground. My bow was never moved from his face but I was frozen. I could not find the strength to shoot. He chuckled and said, “She can be your whore now. I’m done with her cheating ass.”

He left the room and went down the stairs. I waited until I heard the truck start and the dog stopped barking before I dropped my weapon on the ground. I ran to her and dropped to my knees. I quickly released her hands from the belt he had left on her and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth. Her face was stained with tears and blood was dried on her chin. Her lip was fat and her neck had large handprint bruises on it. She was covered in new bruises and cuts. I helped her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. I slipped the shirt off her frame and dropped it to the floor.

Tears welled in my eyes. I oughta go kill that fucker for laying hands on her. I shoulda when I had the chance. What the fuck? Why couldn’t I? She refused to let me touch her and she stepped in the bath herself. She sank down and the water of the bath turned red with her blood. She gently rinsed off her skin. “Who was that? Why was he here?” My voice shook as I tried not to breakdown.

She didn’t answer. She looked down at the water. Her knees were pulled to her chest to cover herself. I left the room but didn’t close the door. I stepped into her room and looked at the mess. The was blood on the sheets and on the hardwood floor. I stripped the sheets and threw them in the basket in the laundry room. When I moved the dog gate, the dog ran past me and up the stairs. I heard the dog enter the bathroom and Ellie’s cries echoed through the house.

I sat on the kitchen floor and waited. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I smacked my leg. If ya woulda been here nothin woulda happened to her. If ya woulda taken care of her like yur supposed to then she would be ok right now. This is all yur fault. I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. The dog scratched at the door. I ran up the steps and tried to open the door. “Please open the door, girl. Please.”

Drawers slammed closed and the bathtub faucet turned on. I waited. The water turned off and I peeked under the door. I couldn’t see her feet. Water splashed onto the floor and red dripped down the side of the tub onto the floor. My heart raced and I pounded my fist against the door. “Open this door. Now. I don’t wanna break it, but I will.” I listened closely. She took in a sharp breath and I heard her cuss. I backed away from the door and gave it a hard kick. The door frame busted and the door swung open. She stared down at her arms and legs but didn’t move from the tub. The water turned dark red and her eyes fluttered. I ripped her body from the water and wrapped a towel around her. Her arms dripped blood as well as her thighs. “Fuck!”

[Her POV]

Just end it. It can all be over. You can choose to die on your own terms. Beau can’t hurt you anymore. My brain rattled these thoughts round and round. I held the large blade in my hand and pressed it to my thigh. I swiped the metal across and watched the blood run into the water. It wasn’t a deep cut. I continued to shred my thighs until I ran out of space. All the slices on my legs were small like cat scratches. I brought the blade up to my left wrist. I gently traced the old scars before stabbing the corner of the blade into my skin. My breath caught in my throat and the pain surged through my arm. “Shit.” Blood bubbled to the surface and immediately poured from my arm. The door came crashing down and my body was removed from the bloody water. I couldn’t look at him. He cursed as he saw the damage. His hands searched the drawers for medical supplies and he began to fix me. He tied a string around my upper arm to slow the bleeding while he tended to my legs. He covered the small wounds with bandages before directing his attention to my arm. He quickly doused the injury in alcohol before packing it with gauze. He wrapped my arm tightly and untied the string. He gripped my chin and titled my face up to his. Tears were running down my face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Ya shouldn’t’ve had to go through that. This is all my fault.” His voice was shaky and nervous. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me out of the bathroom. He took me to the room he stayed in when he first arrived. Some boxer briefs and a t-shirt were laid out on the bed. He left and closed the door but never walked away. I saw his feet from under the door. I dried my body quickly with the towel and wrapped my hair in the damp towel. I slipped the clothes on and sat on the bed. I cried silently.

He entered the room after a few minutes and scooped me up into his arms. We sat on the floor by the bed and he just held me. Neither of us said anything for a while but I knew he was crying. I gripped onto him tightly until my knuckles turned white. He loosened his grip on my body and looked at me.

“I want ya ta know that ya can talk to me about whatever. If ya don’t wanna talk about today then ya don’t have ta but I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Ya don’t have ta do stuff like this ta yurself. Ya don’t deserve this.” I listened as he spoke and gently stroked his cheek. I leaned in slightly and looked up at him expectantly. He pulled away gently. “I ain’t gonna push ya.” I nodded and dropped my eyes back to the floor.

[His POV]

Hours passed. We sat in silence as the sun went down. She had fallen asleep in my lap. I gently lifted her to the bed and tucked her in. I stroked her cheek gently and kissed her forehead. I stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut. I climbed down the stairs and walked into the laundry room. I set the bloody sheets in the sink and soaked them in cold water. The stains slowly came out of the fabric. I headed back into the living room and laid down on the couch. The house was locked tight but I stayed up keeping watch.

I heard a creak come from the stairs. I shined my flashlight on the staircase. Ellie stood there at the bottom of the steps. She walked towards me and took my hand in hers. I focused on her touch. Her skin was soft and her palms were slightly sweaty but I didn’t mind. “Can’t sleep…need you…” Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence. I smiled slightly and followed her back up the steps. Once in the bedroom, I slipped off my shirt and kicked off my boots. I changed into pajama pants and laid down in bed. She crawled in beside me and curled up into my side. I wrapped one arm around her and rested the other under my head. The bed shifted with weight as the dog climbed in beside her and laid at her feet. I stared at the ceiling and I felt tears well up in my eyes. The stress and emotional roller coaster of the day was finally taking its toll on me.

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mystupidoverwatchimagines · 7 years

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"I'm So Glad You're Home"

I'm starting us out with this! My first S/O, Hero x Reader! I hope you all enjoy and it gets the ball rolling!

S/O (neutral "you" used) hears 76, Reaper, Junkrat, Mercy, Pharah, Roadhog, come home from a mission. They are expecting a warm welcome but is greeted by something much different (Warning-Crying)

These are very long so they will be split into 3 parts! Two characters in each spot!! Please enjoy and cry with us all

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Part Two; Junkrat and Mercy

Junkrat--

° Pretty much whenever Jamie went on a mission, you were a total wreck. He was reckless and the only reason he stayed alive was because Mako was right behind him. But he always came home his loud obnoxious self and brought life back into the house when the boys came home.

° Of course Roadhog lived with you and Junkrat, who are you even joking (I mean come on)

° However as the door clicked open and you heard metal scrape against the ground and a grunt, you peaked over the side of the couch to see Jamie and his bodyguard trudging into the house. You smiled warmly and Jamie looked over and his eyes looked different. No fire glowing behind them. But he smiled as well.

° "Hey, love." Was the only greeting you got at this time as Jamie immediately turned and walked into your bedroom. You tilted your head to the side as Mako looked at the door as Jamie shut it tightly before the Hog turned to you and motioned to his arm in a symbol, trying to explain in his gruff quiet way. You hopped from the couch and went up to Mako.

° "He fucked up his arm?" You asked Mako quietly, making sure that Jamie couldn't hear behind the door and Roadie gave a quick single nod.

° You ran to the kitchen and grabbed your tool kit out of the "junk" drawer and moved back to the door, opening it softly to see Jamie sitting down on the bed, screw driver in his hand and his head hung low. Roadhog followed you into the room.

° Unlike with Reaper and Soldier 76, you have seen this before. As much of a goof Junkrat could be, his prosthetics were an extremely sensitive topic. You approach him gently, sliding onto the bed as he lifted his head to look at you. As if he knew the drill, he opened his arms and you slide into his grasp, back to his chest and as you pulled up you knees, he set his mechanic limb, broken and sputtering, on top of your knees. Roadhog flipped on the light and you quickly set to work.

° Jamie's other arm wrapped around your waist and he hid his face in the back of your neck as suddenly it all poured out of him. Mako had gone to his room and grabbed one of his most special Pachimari stuffed dolls and set it next to Jamie as well.

° Jamie explained the mission as you felt tears wet the back of your neck. Between breathes he would hold you tighter as your hands worked on the arm on your knees. He would sniffle for a moment before he would continue. According to Jamie it had been a blood bath. Everyone was broken and bleeding by the time it was all over. "If it hadn't'ta been for Mercy... I don't think any of us woulda made it out." He repeated several times. He explained they had almost lost Roadhog several times. And Jamie was suddenly quiet as you continued to work on his arm. Mako held your tool kit for you and handed you your tools but even then his own eyes seem to fall as well. But suddenly your hand smacked down on the mechanical arm and it became whurring and suddenly came back to life. The fingers moved and Jamie released a sigh into the back of your neck. He moved to rest his chin on your shoulder as he looked at his arm and flexed the fingers.

° You moved and turned to wrap your arms around himself tightly. You kissed his face in relief as his story finally all clicked in your mind now that you weren't focused on fixing his arm. Your own tears fell as you continued your kissing attack all over his face. Jamie suddenly began giggling as he tried to hide from your kisses but not really, returning some of his own as well.

° You pulled Roadhog into the mix, hugging them both with tight arms, whispering to him "Thank you for bringing him home Mako. Thank you so much." Mako took some kisses as well before you turned your focus back on Junkrat and kept kissing him.

° The rest of the night was spent bandaging Roadhog as Jamie switched and told about the cool stuff about the mission, also helping bandaging Roadie as well, the big man having taken some really bad hits. The Pachimari was held by Roadhog in his lap as they did so, trying to roll back into their usual behaviors but you knew it hung in the air. When bedtime came (you insisted) the boys laid down with you in the middle, both happy to make it home.

° The next morning is a day Jamie spent sketching out new bomb ideas to really "blast those buggers straight to hell next time" while you spent the day stitching up Mako and giving your boyfriend all the creative encouragement one could give a demolition expert.

Mercy--

° The house was absolutely, positively, unnaturally clean. You had nothing but time on your hands with Angela gone. And this meant you had time to worry and worry and worry. Angela hadn't called a single time while she was gone and this was completely not like her. You knew that she was okay because if not you would have gotten a from someone. You knew it. But your mind just played one horrible scene after another and this gave you anxiety which meant you were cleaning.

° As night came and you were making dinner... Dinner for two... Just in case... That you heard the door to your home unlock and you were suddenly dropping your spoon and running towards the door, your socks slipping and sliding along the tile floor as you saw her walk in. And she looked... Beautiful eyes were stained red, as was the rest of her outfit. Her perfect hair tangled, matted, and stained with red as well. She set her things down and held up a hand to keep you from hugging her. She went and took a quick shower and changed clothes as you were pacing back and forth. Not even a hello. Not a smile. Had you done something wrong? Had Angela been planning to break up with you as soon as she got home? Is that why she hadn't called? Your mind raced and raced and was so distracted that you hadn't seen Mercy come out in a change of clothes, comfortable black yoga capris. And one of your shirts. She watched you panic and pace. She quickly wiped her eyes and spoke,"

° "Y/N?"

° You jump with a start as her voice reached your ears and you rush over to her and hug her tightly. If she was going to leave you, you were going to make it damn clear that you will love her no matter what. But as her hands very gently travelled up your back as she hugged you back and she hugged you back tightly. She rested her face against the crook of your neck and kissed you there softly. You held her tightly as she did the same.

° "I'm so happy to be home" she whispered softly, not letting go of you. Seemingly, she would never let you go with the way she held you. You do pull back gently and look down at her face. Her cheeks were stained and new tears formed and fell from her eyes. You take a hand and wipe away the tears with you thumb.

° "Angie..." You spoke sweetly, and you felt her body begin to slip from you grasp. She slid to the ground, her hands going to her eyes and covering them as more and more tears fell from her eyes. Her body was shaking. You leaned down quickly, concerned and you took her back in your arms and held her tightly. This mission... This mission was as bad as the ones before. During the war.

° "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried weakly, her body shaking and trembling in your arms. "I wasn't fast enough. Ever call was a close call. Oh god," she whispered as the tremors became more and more severe as uncontrollable sobbing began to come from her. You quickly picked her up off the ground and walked you both to the bathroom. She clung to you as you jogged to your shared bathroom, kicking open the door. You leaned down and turned ths water on, making it as hot as you thought both of you could stand and held her close to you as the tub filled up. She was shaking in your arms. Was she in shock? Was she injured? What was happening? You didn't understand but as soon as the tub filled up, you stepped inside, her still your arms, both of you still in your clothes. You sat down and the water covered both you.

° You cupped some water in your hands and used the water to wash her cheeks gently. You ran some water over her neck, front and back. She rested, finally. Her tears finally slowed and she turned to you and kissed you gently before laying back and resting her back against your chest and rested between your legs. You kissed the top of her head and whispered words of love and concern. You held her tightly still, afraid of letting go.

° You sat in there for a while. No conversation save for words of "I love you" and "I'm so happy you made it home" coming from your lips. Everytime the water grew luke warm, you would empty it and fill it up again with hot water. Soon you felt her body going softer and softer as her tiredness truly showed. More and more. Soon you lifted her out of the water and carried her still dripping to the bedroom.

° "You're nice clean floor. I'm sorry," she whispered as she looked at the trail of water in their wake. You would chuckle and tell her its okay. You didn't mind cleaning it a million times over now you know she was safe. You undressed her, seeing her body covered in bruises made your knees weak but you stayed strong, and helped her into her most favorite, warmest pjs. And yourself as well and when you got into bed you cover her up and wrap her in a little blanket burrito and hold her close. Sleep took her almost instantly. You held her tightly, so thankful for the people who kept your angel safe.

° But Jack was getting one hell of a phone call tomorrow.

#overwatch imagines #overwatch #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #junkrat x reader #junkrat #mercy x reader #mercy #angela ziegler #angela ziegler x reader

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nom-the-skel · 6 years

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[vore] Bluebunny is a Good Friend, chapter 18

Less talk, more noms, you guys! Oh, that’s better.

[part 1][part 17][read on AO3][part 19]

tags/warnings: willing vore, soft vore, safe vore, talk of hypothetical fatal vore

“I s-said no!” Stretch tried to stand up and back away at the same time, tripping over his own feet. Red took another step closer. “Relax, Carrots. I’m just gonna get you cleaned up, okay? Blue, why don’t you go tell my bro everyone is all right in here, huh?” Stretch looked from his brother, hovering anxiously nearby, to the fox, wearing a relaxed grin. His soul was racing, but he took a deep breath and feigned nonchalance. “Oh. Yeah, okay, sure. Go on, Blue, we’ll be fine.” Blue looked doubtful, but he nodded and scampered away. Red shambled over and scooped Stretch up into his arms. Stretch let himself relax, clinging to the front of the fox’s sweater, from sheer exhaustion, as he was carried into the bathroom. “Take off those clothes,” Red said, lowering him gently onto the bathroom rug. “I’ll—well, more likely Boss will clean ‘em up for ya.” He started running a bath, adding a generous amount of bubbles. Stretch let his hoodie fall in a pile on the rug, then stood there rubbing his humerus in embarrassment. He and Red couldn’t get much closer than they’d just been, but at least he’d been wearing clothes. “Come on, Carrots, it’s not like I didn’t have my mouth all over your pelvis on that day we went to Grillby’s.” That just made it worse. But Stretch finished undressing and only flinched a little as Red lifted him into the bath. It was warm—just like Red’s stomach—but without the constant pressure from all sides—and less slimy. “I don’t get you, Carrots. That was your chance to play up the poor-me-I-got-eaten-it-was-so-scary and get your bro to comfort you or whatever. But you played off like you were fine.” Red took off his jacket. Stretch looked away, sinking deeper into the warm bubbles. “That wasn’t part of the plan,” Red said as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and lathered up a soapy washcloth. Unlike Edge, he needed a step to stand on in order to comfortably bend over the side of the tub. Stretch lifted his face far enough out of the water to speak. “Yeah, I—I know. I just couldn’t upset him any more than he already was. You rubbed it in pretty hard, you know, Red.” “Okay, maybe I didn’t need to lick him and stuff at the end. I just couldn’t resist. But upsetting him was kinda the whole point.” Stretch clenched his jaw. Red left the washcloth lying on top of the bunny’s skull and used his fingers to comb magic residue out of the fur of his ears. “Now you’ve done it, Carrots. You’ve got a big secret from him—that you staged all that on purpose so he’d have to rescue ya. And he’s got a big secret from you, too—’cause he thinks you don’t know you almost died.” “Yeah …” “Doesn’t it bother you that he lied to you like that?” “Well. Yes and no. I woulda been happy if …” As he said it, he realized he wasn’t sure he would have really been happy, exactly, if Blue had told him everything. It might have just felt like Blue was dumping everything on him to deal with. “Well, lying to me isn’t the greatest, but I appreciate that he did it to try and protect me.” “You sure that’s why he did it?” “What do you mean? What other reason could he have?” “Just that if things go south between you and me, it could have consequences for his relationship with my bro.” “I … hadn’t thought of that.” “Well, I’m sure that wasn’t the ONLY reason.” The fox shrugged and dumped a bucket of warm water over Stretch’s skull to rinse off the bubbles. “Sit up a little more and let me scrub in between your ribs.” “N-no, that’s okay, I can do it.” “C’mon, Carrots, I’m tryin’ ta make it up to ya.” *** “Are you sure you want to leave Red and Carrots alone together, so soon after what happened?” Edge asked softly, stroking the skull of the smaller bunny leaning against him on the couch. Blue looked up at him with sudden concern. “You don’t think he’ll do anything, do you? I—I don’t know what I could even do to stop him.” “You could always fight him.” Blue’s eye lights shrank. “But he only has one HP! I couldn’t—well, I could threaten him, but he’d just teleport away.” Edge waited for him to continue. “I’d have to dust him on the first attack, before he realized what was happening. And I couldn’t do that to him!” “Why not? Better him than your brother, right?” “I guess,” Blue said with a strained frown. “But I couldn’t do that to Red, or—or to you.” He would never have forgiven himself if Stretch had actually been killed. But even if he could have convinced himself it was worth killing Red to save Stretch, it would have been too late by then. His only real chance would have been to hold onto Red so the fox couldn’t lose him through teleporting, and hope he took his threats seriously. He shuddered to think what might have happened if he’d tried that and botched it. Edge continued stroking his skull and ears. “Don’t blame yourself too much. I should have kept a tighter leash on my brother.” “Do … do you think he’ll do it again?” “No,” Edge didn’t hesitate to answer. “But I will be more vigilant about Carrots’ safety anyway.” “Do you think … Papy was scared? He always said Red was gonna kill him sooner or later, but I thought he was just being dramatic.” Edge looked uncomfortable. “You were there when he was released. Did he seem scared?” “Not really, but … He seemed kind of out of it. Maybe he was really scared when …” Blue trailed off. “I guess you’ll just have to ask him.” “I can’t—I can’t even face him.” “Don’t be silly. I am positive he isn’t angry with you.” Blue was doubtful—how would Edge even know that? “Maybe—maybe he should be, though.” The fox didn’t respond. “Edge, can we—?” Blue stood up on the couch and reached up to touch the fox’s jaw. “I don’t want to do it if you’re going to use it to punish yourself.” Blue flinched. “No, you’re right. I don’t want to taint what we have. But it does help me to … it’s calm in there.” “Are you sure?” Blue nodded, and stripped off his gloves and boots. Edge lifted him gently and let his hands and skull slide onto his tongue. Blue giggled, but then went silent; he couldn’t help imagining how terrifying this would be if it were forced on him and he thought he was going to die. Had Stretch gone through something like that? He tried to push the thought out of his mind—for one thing, Red’s mouth was completely different. But when Edge nudged him in a little deeper, his field of vision was taken up by nothing but the fox’s throat—it probably looked about the same as Red’s. The fox brothers’ magic was the same color. He closed his eyes and let the warm magic engulf him.

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godlyvan · 7 years

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03 | HEARTBREAK

summary | van’s heart is broken and y/n does her best to fix it.

warnings | mentions of suicide, alcohol, swearing, sad van

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Heartbreak is a pain in the ass. Especially when the heartbreak is happening to your best friend. Van had been dating Melissa Walsh for about six months, but they were very much in love. It hurt to see him this way. “S-She said she loved me, Y/N. She fucking lied to me.”

“She loved you, Van, just as a friend. Van, you'll be okay, I promise.”

“How do you know that? You can't possibly understand how this feels.” He spat out in anger, putting his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. I used my fingernails to draw clouds slowly on his back, trying to calm him down.

If only he knew. It killed me everyday to see them together. They were happy, and I was happy for him. But something didn't feel right with me, in the pit of my stomach and in my chest. It hurt seeing him kiss her cheek or give her that look.

“I know it gets better because you told me so, remember? When I told you I was gonna kill myself, you told me that it would get better. That I had the option to choose whether or not I got a happy ending. I just had to stay alive long enough to watch myself make that decision.” I pulled his hair out of his face, trying to put it behind his ear. He sniffled, picking his head back up to face me. His blue eyes stood out against his puffy, pink cheeks.

“Let's get you cleaned up, honey.” I walked with him into the bathroom, turning off the light before closing the door behind us. I used the toilet paper in the bathroom to dry his eyes, giving him a small smile when I was done. “Do you wanna shower here or at yours?”

“Here, if that's alright with you.” I nodded, going to get him a towel. When I came back in the bathroom, I noticed him crying again while sitting on the toilet.

“Do you want help, Van? Otherwise you're taking a bath.” It was his turn to nod, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. “Stop that, you'll irritate your eyes and they'll hurt like hell.”

I stepped over to him, tugging on the ends of his sweater. I pulled it over his head, and undressed the rest of him until he was fully naked. His clothes smelt terribly of alcohol and vomit. I followed closely after Van, taking off all my clothes as well.

Was it bad to shower with him after his break up? Probably, but did I want him to be alone in the shower crying to himself? Hell no.

I ran my fingers through his hair, making sure it was all soaking wet before squirting shampoo onto my hands. I massaged the shampoo into his scalp, making sure every inch covered by hair on his head was clean. I used the coconut scented body wash to clean his entire body, every crack and crevice I could get my hands on.

My fingers glided over his back, following behind the washcloth I picked out pre-shower. His legs were easy, and so were his arms. I turned him around, the water now splashing onto his back, trickling down until it hit the shower floor. I got the tops of his shoulders, bringing the washcloth down past his collarbones. I had expected him to squeal when I had got to his stomach and his sides, but no noises came from his mouth. I looked back up at him, expecting him to be looking away, tears falling down his cheeks. But he wasn’t — he held my gaze until I went back to focus on getting him cleaned up. I turned off the water after I let him step out.

I didn't care if he’d see me naked. I grabbed another towel from the closet next to my room, wrapping it around myself before wrapping Van’s towel around his waist. I grabbed the tips of his fingers, dragging him into my bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. “I'm gonna get dressed quick, okay?”

He nodded and whispered, “thank you.” I smiled and stroked his cheek with my thumb. I picked out pajamas, which happened to be a pair underwear and one of Van’s old t-shirts that were too small for him, but way too big for me.

I grabbed clothes for him, pulling out some boxers and a pair of track pants. I had him dress himself, turning around to let him do so. “I’m gonna go sleep on the couch tonight, you take the bed.”

“No, stay with me, please. I don't wanna be alone right now.” It hurt seeing him this way. But I laid with him under the covers, his head resting on my chest. I played with his hair until I knew he had fallen asleep. I kissed his forehead before turning off my bedside lamp, turning the room completely dark before letting sleep take over me as well.

***

It had been a few months since all of this happened, Van had officially moved into mine, taking his place on the right side of the bed. We were still friends — that much didn't change. But we did everything together. And I mean everything. If Van wanted to go out and drink, we went out to drink. If I showered, Van showered with me. But everything between us was still platonic. At least, on his side, not mine.

The boys had gotten worried about Van, coming over for movie night once a week to check up on him. Larry didn't even know they broke up because of how distant Van was being. “He hasn't talked to the lot of us in days, not like ‘im at all, you know?”

“It's been really hard for him, he loved Melissa. I think he still does.” I spoke quietly, looking over at Van, who lay passed out on the edge of our bed. “He was an absolute wreck, Lar. You wouldn’ta recognized him. Took me forever to get him to actually open up to me.”

“Really? Thought you woulda been the one he told everything to right away. Him fancying you, and all.” Larry whispered back, scratching at his face. I tried not to read into what he said too much, he could be joking about. “Has he written anything yet?”

“A little bit here and there, but he hasn't shown me anything. Don't want ‘im to anyways.” I began to walk back to the kitchen, Larry following behind me.

“Why’s that? It's probably ‘bout you, Y/N.”

“No, it's probably not. He was in love with Melissa, not me, Larry.”

“I get it now,” he said, his head turning back towards you after grabbing a beer from the fridge. My face felt hot, and I could feel the red blush creeping onto my skin. My heart began to beat faster. “You’re in love with him, aren't you?”

My silence was giving Larry the answer he already knew. “Why didn't ya tell him, Y/N? You two woulda been together ages ago if you’da said something!”

“I couldn't say anything because I was sure he didn't feel the same, Lar! Van’s never showed any interest in me, ever. I'm just his best friend, that's all I am to him. And I'm gonna keep it that way for as long as I can.” I fired back, putting my hands on the island.

“It's gonna come back to bite you in the arse, Y/N and you know it.”

The days went by so slowly after the discussion I had with Larry. Van and I were still doing everything together. Everything besides showering, which I was thankful for. Not that I didn't like it, but because I can't handle the look he gives me.

“Hey, Van, I’m gonna take a bath.” He nodded, waving me off with his hand. I walked my way into the bathroom, a towel in my hand. I took of the robe I was wearing after setting up the bath. Bubbles littered the tub, and my glass of wine sat on a chair that also held a few candles on it. I dropped the robe as I got in. I closed my eyes as I let the warm water of the tub soak into my skin.

A knock at the door opened my eyes, flickering over to Van. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah.” I brought bubbles closer to my chest, pulling my knees closer to my chest. He moved the candles from the chair onto the sink, handing me my glass of wine. He sat with his hands in between his knees, his eyes fixating on the floor. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I overheard you and Larry in the kitchen the other day.” My heart began to beat faster. “I’ve been thinking about what ya both said. I’m sorry I’ve been so.. Distant. Been thinkin’ and writing a bit ‘ere and there. About Melissa. About you.”

I looked up at him, watching his eyes glide around, still looking at the floor before connecting with mine. He licked his lips, scratching at his collarbone. “You’ve been writing about me? Why me?”

“‘Cause you been helping me through this mess. I couldn't’ve gotten through it without you, Y/N.” He smiled at me, wiping his hands on his thighs. I took a drink out of my glass, exhaling afterwards.

“What else did you hear, Van?” I asked quietly, sitting up in the tub. The bubbles had disappeared by now, the only thing covering my chest was my arms and my knees.

“I heard Larry complaining that I haven’t been talkin’ to the lids as much. And that you’re scared of me showing you my writing because you’re afraid it’s ‘bout you. That we coulda been together ages ago if you woulda told me that you’re in love with me.” My breathing hitched in my throat, I looked up at Van. “Why didn’t you say anything, Y/N?”

“I was afraid you didn’t love me back,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I felt his hand on my cheek, caressing it. I pulled my hand up from the water, grabbing his softly. I opened my eyes again, looking up into his. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I should’ve ruined it years ago,” he got up from his chair, climbing into the tub, kissing me as he did so. I kissed him back, my hands finding their way to his hair, and with the same amount of need that he was. He pulled back, smiling as he did so. “Sorry I’ve ruined your bath, love.”

“You didn’t ruin it, Van. You’ve ruined your clothes, but those can be easily removed.”

#van mccann #van #mccann #godlyvan #my fics #fics

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