#just wish my hard work wasn’t being taken advantage of

[kitsune-kaos]

#me #gay person of youth #girl maybe I should retire that gpoy tag. I don’t feel the youth anymore. #shelter life #had a real shit work day. been hella taken advantage of by the incompetent people in management #but at least I had this sweet girl and all my other doggy pals #just wish my hard work wasn’t being taken advantage of

[maximumkillshot]

I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty.  I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris. 

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now. 

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded. 

 There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it. 

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else. 

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger. 

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of. 

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started. 

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way. 

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her. 

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on. 

 I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place. 

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily. 

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too. 

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better. 

 I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.” 

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do. 

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect. 

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.  

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[astarions-wife]

I can’t believe it’s come to the point of analyzing Cazador for all of you, but considering the amount of “Cazador can be redeemed!” And “Cazador x reader” I’ve seen, I feel like i need to make this.

So you feel pity for Cazador because he also suffered at the hands of his master. Good. That’s the point. You should feel something for Cazador, he also suffered abuse, and was dragged into the cycle of it by Vellioth. It’s awful, it’s terrible, but it doesn’t mean he’s redeemable.

Very much so, when Cazador kills Vellioth and chooses to start the cycle of power and abuse over again, he was too far gone. He made the choice, the conscious choice to be the same as his old master. Of course he’s suffering internally, somewhere is the soul of someone who lost everything, and became something awful. However he doesn’t even say he wishes for a reset. He wishes for death. Only in death is he free of the cycle of abuse, for his role in it is too far gone at this point.

“Orin and Gortash have apologists!” They do, but they’re also under different circumstances. It’s also justifiable to absolutely hate Orin and Gortash (believe me, even as someone who believes Gortash could’ve been better, I killed him in my initial run). Specifically as the Dark Urge, you can tell Orin that she’s being used just as Kethric and Gortash were. She’ll even break down as if she’s realizing that all this death she’s done in the name of her father/for her God, has been her being taken advantage of. Though she never gets a chance to be better, because she’s forcibly transformed in this ending, it’s just a sneak peak of what could have been. She was being used, and while it doesn’t erase or justify ANYTHING she did (and you’re well within your right, and should hold her accountable), it at least gives the player insight on to what could have been.

Likewise with Gortash, a victim of abuse at the hands of Raphael, with canonical lines on how he was beaten in the House of Hope as a little boy. His own parents sold him out, and he ended up being so desperate to be bigger, to have more power, that he also let himself be used, and in turn lost everything he worked hard for (and sold out Karlach, which is absolutely unforgivable of course). However he wasn’t too far gone. You can see his loyalty to you depending what options you pick, and although death is his inevitable end, it still shows that there was still a person inside.

There wasn’t a person in Cazador anymore. He was trapped behind the wall of abuse that he continued, and refused to even acknowledge it, or try and see reason. Perhaps it wasn’t possible for him, but ultimately his actions brought him here. Those that say Ascension for Astarion would free him of those chains, are simply wrong. Why does Astarion deserve to live, anymore than his siblings? Or the seven thousand people who were turned against their will? Of course Astarion is more, controlled in his hunger—but so are his siblings. Even speaking to them after the fight they’ll all vow and attest that they can control themselves, and they’ll even help the others if brought to it.

Ascended Astarion picks up the abuse cycle, killing thousands of people with just his first command. Ascended Astarion no longer speaks to you, but instead at you. You’re his “favorite” spawn, but then again Cazador had favorites didn’t he? And all of them suffered just as badly as the rest. Ascended Astarion even mentions “covering the world in darkness for his spawn”, which shows him continuing the abusive cycle that got Cazador in the first place.

Cazador dying, and spawn Astarion choosing to break the cycle is the significant ending. The best ending for Cazador, the only one for him, is to let him die. He’s a horrible, cruel, bitter man, and any sense of his humanity died long ago. Only in his dreams is there anything left, and he’s too cut off to even reach them anymore.

We also know that the Szarr’s had family. There are relatives to Cazador (see his niece), and clearly it wouldn’t have been wrong of him as a vampire to have a family if he so chose. But he didn’t seek out a partner, like some of his other (vampire) relatives did. He chose to only live by his spawn, whom he considered his children, showing that he truly didn’t see a need for a partner. Themes of family are a vital part of his story, but the element of a romantic partner never has been.

TLDR—Some villains in this game are understood, and potentially redeemable if given the option. Cazador is not one of them.

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[thewulf]

I Miss You || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Request - I need a Bradley or Jake imagine, your choice! But maybe it’s their anniversary and Bradley/Jake forgot and reader has been feeling kind of off to the side lately cause when Bradley/Jake is not at work they go to the hard deck... Read Rest Here

A/N: My favorite, a good old angst to fluffy hurt/comfort. Hope you guys enjoy this sweet Bradley fic!

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 2.1k +

He hadn’t said anything the entire week, you promised yourself you wouldn’t bring it up. This Thursday was your three-year anniversary with Bradley. You’d been through it all with him. The ups, the downs, the insane missions, the best and worst of it all. Bradley was your person. He saw you for everything that you were so surely. He loved you for everything you were and made up for where you weren’t. For all the bad that happened to be there, he took it for you. He was a true partner to you. He was your person. You were his, or so you thought.

So, when he’d gone out to the Hard Deck after another long day with the guys that Thursday after you asked where he was, your heart broke just a little. Had he really forgotten? He’d always been so excited in the past. He’d made sure to plan something. You were sure you never even had to bring it up first. But here you were, timid as hell. Almost afraid to upset him.

Sorry hon. Long day, at the Hard Deck. I’ll pick up dinner?

He’d texted you. You sat down at the kitchen table staring at the text. He’d officially forgotten. Praying he was just trying to surprise you, but it slowly sunk in that it wasn’t the case. You’d gotten ready for no reason. It was just another Thursday night for him.

Yeah sure. Have fun hon. See you when you get home.

Bradley was and always would be your person. But it felt like you were slowly losing him. He was hanging out with the guys more than ever. You knew he was stressed, some insane mission he was assigned. You just wished he’d talk to you about it too. Even if you couldn’t understand it you wanted to be there for him. Be his comfort. You prayed for the days of when he used to come to you, when you got to hold him all night.

But it was different now. He was back at Top Gun. Those missions were highly classified. He didn’t even know where they were going until they night before they deployed. He couldn’t talk to you about it. He’d turned to the guys this time. Not to you.

When it really hit you that he wasn’t surprising you, he’d really forgotten, you’d decided to go to bed. You left the wrapped gift, note and wine on the counter. You had to remind him somehow. It wouldn’t be fair to let him forget completely. Chalking it up to being distracted at work you took your time getting unready. A long bath and hair wash calmed your racing heart. You were terrified you were going to lose him. He didn’t need you anymore. The thought of that made your heart ache.

Not up for much else you decided to just put on a television show and shut the world out. Sleep came quickly hoping you’d just sleep until he was gone in the morning. You weren’t sure if you could take the apologies when he realized.

Bradley was overwhelmed, stressed beyond measure. He never thought he’d be the person to forget an anniversary with his favorite person ever. But when he spotted the present on the counter he knew he fucked up. Realization came over him quickly when he read your sweet note. Your love letter to him. Words you hardly used out loud. You weren’t great with your affection but you sure as hell tried, for him.

He hadn’t even realized how withdrawn he’d become from you. Of course, he didn’t because you never complained. You always made sure his needs were met before your own. He knew it and felt that disgusting feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized how often he’d taken advantage of that.

He let an audible sigh out as he opened the box finding the watch he’d been wanting to buy for years right there in front of him. He knew he really fucked up. You were too kind for your own damn good. He’d been taking you for granted. Your kindness and all. He’d gotten so used to you he’d begun to take advantage of it.

He had to fix it and fast. He had a plan. A simple one. One he knew would work on you though. He would set it into motion first thing. He had to let you sleep though. When he saw you knocked out he knew he couldn’t wake you up. Quietly, he slipped into bed trying his hardest to leave you be, fighting off every urge he had not to snatch you up and drag you into his chest. He wanted to but he couldn’t. That’d be wrong and he knew it. He finally drifted off after what felt like hours knowing it’d be a rough sleep no matter what he did.

You weren’t sure if you were happy or a little bit sad when you saw Bradley’s roughed up pillow next to you without seeing him occupying the space next to you. He’d been home, that was for sure. So, he had to see the gift. He’d elected to let you sleep. He didn’t bother you.

Rolling over to check the phone you sighed seeing not a single message or note. You were going to let your head spiral until you heard a loud thud come from the kitchen and Bradley’s unmistakable grumble following the crash. You couldn’t help the small smile the graced your face when you realized he was home.

Racing out of bed and tiptoeing down the steps you made it to the kitchen quicker than you normally would. You watched as Bradley seemingly made breakfast in front of you. Watched as he moved hesitantly. He wasn’t used to doing this. It brought another smile to your face as you observed him out of his element. The usual cocky pilot had been so often humbled by the oven.

Deciding to break his concentration you finally spoke up, “What are you still doing here?” You asked referencing the time on the stove. Bradley was normally gone by 5:00 AM. He never was home to see the sun rise let alone cook a breakfast for two. It was approaching 8:00, he was late.

He spun around spotting you quickly. It looked as if every emotion ranging from the happiest he’s ever been to the most nervous you’d ever seen him, “Baby, I…” He paused brushing his bedhead out of his face, “I’m so sorry honey I… I don’t have an excuse. I don’t…” He stopped again trying to find the words he was looking for.

You walked over to him stopping just short, “Bradley,” You brushed the curls away from his manic eyes, “Are you alright?”

He laughed in relief. He should’ve known you’d be more concerned for him than mad at the situation because you were you. Far too kind for what he deserved, “I completely spaced on our anniversary and you’re asking if I’m okay?” He asked, confirming what his ears had heard.

You nodded, “It’s not like you. I’m a little worried Bradley. I just want to know that you’re okay. You’ve been so…” This time it was your turn to pause. It wasn’t easy for you to be open with him. You’d been trained all your life to please, please, please. It felt like you were just opening a can of worms instead by bringing up your issues. Talking about it instead of ignoring it was going against everything you knew. But you didn’t want to do that anymore. You wanted to grow with him. Being avoidant never worked out in the past and you really didn’t want to lose him. No, he was your person.

“So?” He took a step forward hesitantly placing a hand under your chin. Gently, he pulled your gaze back towards him.

“Distant lately.” You whispered almost afraid he’d get defensive, or mad. God, that’s the last thing you wanted to do right now. Fighting was your least favorite thing in a relationship, and you tried your best to avoid it at all costs.

His face dropped seeing your sallow look, “Oh baby.” He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest. Naturally you wrapped your arms around his torso breathing his scent in as you hid your face away from him.

You let a tear slip out. Emotions bubbling over as they so often did, “I just missed you. I miss you so much Bradley.” Speaking into his chest you couldn’t bear looking up at him. It felt so damn good to get it out there for him to hear. He couldn’t fix the problem if he didn’t know there was one.

He gave you a big squeeze knowing how hard this was for you. His girl who only wanted to make him happy was opening up. He knew how badly he’d hurt you if you were talking to him about it.

After a few moments of silence, he decided to break it, “I’ve let my job become an excuse. I didn’t want to take the stress out on you and let it spiral out of control.” He stopped, looked down at you, brushed the tears off your cheek and held you close once more, “Coming home last night was a wake-up call. Please, love, know how much I need you. How much I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m so sorry.”

You took a deep breath making sure to breathe in his scent as deeply as you could before looking up at him. His eyes told you just how damn sorry he actually was. You could never stay mad at him either, not after those pretty brown eyes were pleading at you like that, “It’s okay Bradley.”

He shook his head, “it’s not okay honey. I messed up. I’ll never do that again.”

“I know you’re stressed…” You tried excusing you but he wasn’t having it.

He stopped you by placing a finger over your mouth, “Please, let me make it up to you?”

Your smile could’ve lit up an entire room. This was the Bradley that had vanished not too long ago. He was just going through a rough patch. He just needed to be reminded, “Alright.”

“Okay.” He grinned, leaned down and gave you a soft kiss. A kiss gentler than he’d normally give you.  “I’m taking the day off. How does the morning at the beach, followed by a lunch made by me. A quick nap. A long shower. And a really nice dinner down at that restaurant you love so much sound?” He suggested knowing he just wanted to spend the day with you even if you didn’t want to do a damn thing. He just wanted to make you happy. Cherish you in any way that he could. He knew you were far too good for him. He knew he needed to show you just how much he really did mean to you.

You grinned in utter glee. He knew you through and through. That was quite literally your favorite day he’d just proposed to you, not a single thing you’d dare to change. God you really couldn’t wait to marry that man, all he had to do was ask now.

“That sounds perfect Bradley.” Nodding your head your wrapped your arms around him once more giving him a squeeze this time letting him know just how happy you were. He’d listened and reacted. He was just struggling and needed to be pulled out of the deep end. That’s what you were for and thank goodness you did. Your Bradley was back and holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

“Yeah?” he asked just to make sure. He didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t really want to do just because he’d suggested it.

You nodded looking up to him, “Yeah. Quite literally, perfect.” Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you nuzzled your face into his neck letting him hold you. Letting out a sigh in relief Bradley picked you up and held you in his arms.

“I love you.” He whispered softly in your ear, rocking you back and forth.

That dopey smile Bradley brought out came to your face. You’d truly never been happier with him. He was it for you, “And I love you Bradley.” You mumbled in his neck unafraid to fall asleep as he gently rocked you and hummed softly in your ear. This was what life was made for, this right here.

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[hazelsmirrorball]

Vampire

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Villain!Fem Reader 

Summary: Dick Grayson manipulated the upcoming strongest villain in gotham to fall for his plans. 

warnings: angst. English is not my main language

a/n: inspired by Olivia Rodrigos's Vampire. Hope you enjoy!

[MASTERLIST]

Six months. 

In and out. 

It was supposed to be that simple or at least that’s what Dick Grayson thought. All he had to do was create a fake persona and gain one of the most powerful villains in Gotham trust. He didn’t doubt his capability of pulling her in with his charm. They didn’t call him a womanizer for nothing. He was confident that the six months with (V/N) was going to be a piece of cake. But as the months passed by he didn’t know when the fake feelings towards her started to become real. It hurt him, it hurt him badly. He knew how things were going to end, yet when the sixth month came around he took her in.  Now there she was, behind the cells of Arkham Asylum wishing Nightwing was dead. 

Y/n L/n was a smart and hardworking girl. She thought of every possibility that could happen before she made a plan. That’s what got her on top of Gothams City Crime list. Every vigilante had their eyes on her and she lived for attention. But when Dick Grayson came around looking for a henchman position she agreed. Too quickly for her liking. Dealing with destroying Gotham all by herself was hard. Maybe having Dick on her side would make things easier. 

So she began giving him stupid tasks like making him clean her room or taking out the trash. But as the first months  started to pass by, Dick had more responsibility in her life. He started giving his opinion on little plans or even going on the field to beat batman with her. Dick was quick and Y/n liked that. When she noticed how Dick had taken Batman down, she knew he was someone she could trust. 

But now being locked up for seven months made her think about what happened. How she let her guard down and how Dick took advantage of her trust. Y/n used to think she was smart  but Dick made her look so naive. She was looking at everything through rose colored glasses. Sadly if you see everything through rose colored glasses you can't see the red flags. 

She let her guard down, she had to admit that at the end of the six months she was head over heels over the man. But she knew everything was an act. Her feelings towards Dick started when he defended her against the “mighty” batman. But what made her stomach turn was when she found out he was actually Nightwing, Batman's ex prodigy. The guy she had fallen for was a traitor. Six months. The way Dick had sold her  for parts. Six months of torture where Dick sold her for a forbidden paradise.

Everyone knew. 

Every Vigilante 

Every Superhero 

Every Psychopathic villain 

As Dick Grayson's reputation ascended to the world, Y/n reputation was already in a grave. Everyone had warned her. All her friends had told  her if she always worked alone without a problem why adding someone now to the mix? When you are successful. Y/n brushed it off but deep down she knew It was weird that Dick didn’t have a criminal record on him. Out of nowhere he wanted to be a criminal? A villain? That wasn’t something that would come out of nowhere. She should’ve known he was too perfect to be true. But when she tried calling Dick out he just shrugged it out. 

“Come on, V/n! We’ve been partners for a while now. I haven’t done anything to rat you out. I just want to help. Not every villain has to have an insane origin story. Your so-called friends are just waiting for your downfall. They are just crazy.” Dick replied as he cleaned a brush from Y/n’s arm. She nodded as She looked at his eyes, smiling softly. 

“Yeah, they are just crazy” 

Dick wasn’t wrong. They were praying for her downfall. But what she didn’t know was that her downfall was caused by the one that was telling her not to worry. 

Everyone laughed at her. The supposed strongest uprising villain fell for the basics. The respect she had fought so hard to get was slipping through her hands. She was about to enter The legion of doom status but now she wasn’t even in rookie status. She wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore. V/n became a joke and all thanks to Dick Grayson. Because  she knew she made some really big mistakes. But Dick made the worst one look fine. 

 Y/n should've known it was strange, he would only come out at night and when Y/n searched for him to do normal things he was nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t fathom how he was so convincing. How could he lie without flinching? It was like deep down he did have it in him. A mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. A true heart of a villain. 

She didn’t have any hope. In Arkham, all she did was exist doing her normal routine. Getting deeply insulted by everyone that came her way. So when her usual routine was broken by someone escorting her to a private room to talk. She had hoped that someone decided to break her out. But as she entered the small smirk on her lips fell as she glared at the boy in front of her. 

Disdain. 

“It’s nice seeing you again” Nightwing said as he sent a small smile her way as he tapped his hands against the metal table. 

Y/n sat on the chair as she felt Dick’s gaze on her. She looked up at him and leaned in, stopping when her face was a few inches away. 

“You are pretty brave of showing up here after locking me up, asshole” Y/n replied through gritted teeth as Dick sent her a cocky little grin. 

“Well, I missed you too. It's really nice to see you're okay” He replied as he got a little closer towards her. 

“Okay? You’ve made my life a living hell these past months and then you have the decency to show up and laugh in my face.” Y/n replied as she slammed her cuffed hands against the table making an echo throughout the empty room. 

“It’s not my fault you decided to take this route. This is what happens when you break the law. You get your liberty taken away from you” Dick replied nonchalantly as he moved away resting back on the chair and resting his hands behind his head. 

“You know, if your plan was to make a mockery of me. I already have to deal with that on a daily basis so please do me a favor and fuck off” 

“Come on! I came all the way here to see how my favorite girl is doing. I had an offer for you” Dick replied as she raised an eyebrow off. 

‘What are you even talking about?” She replied, clearly annoyed, waiting for this visit to be over. She was preferring a million times to see the Riddler making a stupid joke about her.  

“I need your help. You clearly miss your freedom. So in exchange for that I’ll give you  a chance. You help me out on a mission and you’ll be free” He replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

“Since when do those a stupid little birds have so much power?” She replied, laughing sarcastically at him. Dick rolled his eyes as he placed papers in front of her. 

“I don’t. But Batman does and we need your intel on everything. So if you help out you’ll get your cut. I would take it if I were you.  He doesn’t usually work with criminals, "he replied, tapping the paper in front of her. 

“Well he works with you on a daily basis so I can’t tell the difference.” Y/n replied dryly as she pushed the paper away. 

“Is this or rooting away in Gotham” Dick replied, taking the papers slowly. 

“I prefer rooting in hell than working for the devil himself” 

“Y/n. Hear me out, I care for you and I don’t want someone I love to root in this place. So please take it. I’m not going to ask again” 

Love? Dick said love, but wouldn't that be hard? He can't love anyone, Because that would mean he had a heart. As much as Y/n wanted to say no deep down she knew she couldn’t get revenge on Nightwing if she was locked in Gotham so this was her only chance at the moment. The perfect way to get Dick back. Playing his own little game, getting his trust and then stabbing him on the back. 

“Fine. But it’s because I can’t deal with the Joker anymore” 

“Well, it’s nice that you finally picked the right side. This time we will be good partners.” 

Oh Nightwing, you’re fucked.

[MASTERLIST]

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[ventisettestars]

DannyMay Day 8

Day 8: Electric Core AU [ao3]

Summary: How Vlad learns about Danny having an electric core.

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After the portal incident, and half death, Danny always seemed to have some form of static electricity. He’d taken to trying to ground himself as often as possible, even trying to conceal an anti-static band around his ankle for day to day interactions.

It worked on his human form, for the most part. Save for his could never get his hair to not fluff up when he was getting emotional, he stopped shocking people like he were an electric eel. 

It wasn’t a problem in his Ghost form. His suit was rubber. 

The trio figured since he died in the portal, it made his cells act like conductors or something? And other than the occasional zap, it didn’t seem to interfere with his day to day life anymore than just suddenly being a half ghost had. It even gave him an advantage against Technus from time to time. 

The other thing which Danny had started calling his ghost sense, was when a ghost was around, he would feel them through air currents. Like how the hairs on the back of your neck raised before a lightning strike. That’s how he felt when a ghost entered his haunt. That too became normal enough to joke about how if Danny were in a Lightning storm, he’d be like his parents and blame a ghost before actual lightning. That got Tucker zapped. 

Not thinking much of it, Danny made a mistake with it. He was frustrated, and while charging his ectoblast, a spark joined in, and when Vlad was hit with the blast, he fell from the sky. 

“Fuck-” Danny didn’t like the fruitloop, but that didn’t mean he wanted him to be a pancake. Catching Vlad and making them go intangible so they didn’t hit the ground with the full force of the fall. Danny got Vlad to the ground safely and set him down, not gently, but close enough. 

The man had shifted to being human, and groaned. 

“Good, didn’t kill ya all the way.” 

“What did you do? When did you gain such a skill?” Vlad sat up, limbs shaking slightly. 

“Oh, um, just sort of, you ever do that thing with your socks on the carpet, then touch someone?”

“I was young once. Of course I did.” 

“Well, it’s like that. But more inside me rather then socks on carpet? And bigger?” 

“Oh. That’s- Why Daniel, you’ve probably got an electric core. Were you aware?”

“Th’ fuck’s a core?”

“That would be a no then. We’ll need to check some things to make sure, but-”

“There is no ‘We’ I’m not going to-”

“So you wish to share what being electrocuted felt like with your loved ones? You enjoyed it so much?” 

Danny growled, Vlad was skirting very close to something he shouldn’t have been. “Keep talking. But watch it.”

“As I was, we’ll need to run some tests to see the extent of it. Most aren’t very dangerous, but you’re powerful, so it’s a cause for concern. Especially if you haven’t been expelling it. For example with myself.” Vlad created a fireball. “I have a fire core. If I don’t let loose from time to time, things will randomly start to combust around me. I can last a few weeks before that happens now, but at the start of my developing powers, it was daily. You might have a shorter or longer period of time.”

“So you want to take me to your lab and what-?”

“Not my lab. I’m certain you are aware of doctors in the zone? Many specialize in this sort of thing and would be far more informed than myself.”

“Oh. I guess that doesn’t sound too bad. I guess lead the way?” 

Vlad summoned his rings, and they flickered just slightly before transforming him. “Shall we take your portal?”

So Danny led the way.

             Notes:        

I struggled so hard with this one, but think I figured it out. Hope it was enjoyable cause ended up with a Part 2 coming tomorrow.

#Dannymay2023 #dp #danny phantom #my fic

[tackytigerfic]

I just love your fics. so much.

I don't even have the words. Thanks so much for sharing your gifts with all of us. <3

Anon 😭 I don't know what prompted this but I am so touched by your message. Thank you. I should say that it's really me who should be grateful - I never thought I'd be able to do anything creative, or have friends with the same (very specific, niche, queer wizard-related 😂) interest. Being in fandom and having people like you say nice things about my writing has brought me so much pleasure, given me a new confidence, and allowed me to explore a creative side of myself i never knew i had. I'm very grateful for your kindness. I wasn't able to write a little something to say thank you but here's a little snip of something I will be working on after my current project is done!

There wasn’t much notice before the hitwizards arrived.

It was the dog, that stupid yappy little pup of Dudley’s, that tipped Draco off. If it weren’t for the dog, they’d probably all be dead.

Finnegan was standing by the big double doors to the garden, and the dog was lolling at his feet, tail swishing along the floor and tongue hanging from its mouth. Then the dog’s ears pricked up and it scrambled to its feet, little paws clicking frantically at the glass as it leapt at the French doors.

Harry’s cousin—that useless sack of meat, Draco wanted to hurt him—was the one who cinched it for Draco. Because while everyone else was watching the dog, Draco was watching Dudley, and he could see by Dudley's face that the dog wasn't acting normal. That got Draco moving.

The others weren’t far behind, in fairness to them. Finnegan was sharp as a tack, and for all his messing around, he was highly trained and swift to react. Ginny Weasley never hung about in the face of action—she may not have even known what was happening, but the second she saw the look on Draco’s face she was moving, swinging into defensive stance, pulling Luna along behind her. Longbottom looked slow and steady, but he was deadly when he was pissed off, and anyway, surely nothing could be quite as terrifying as a massive man-eating magical snake, and Longbottom had taken care of that fairly briskly at seventeen. A little ambush probably didn’t faze him.

Draco swallowed down his own sick terror, and wished yet again that he wasn’t such a coward; he fucking hated the fighting part, and especially now that he had so much to lose. He wondered if it was partly because he was frightened of who they might send after him. He was pretty certain that if his father was at the other end of a wand, he still wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill him. Though he’d try very fucking hard, at least he could be sure of that.

“Get upstairs, Dudley,” Harry said briskly, “and take your mum with you. Hide, if you can.” He didn’t bother watching Dudley slinking out of the room, powerful shoulders rippling as he hung his head. All Harry's focus was on the garden; he was in fighting mode, and that made Draco feel a tiny bit better. Harry had never let him die before, chances were he wasn’t going to start now.

“They’ll come in from front and back.” Harry was at the curtain, eyes narrowed as he peered into the garden. There was still no sign of them, but here and there Draco could see a shimmer of something, like a ripple against the privet hedge and the rose bush and the big magnolia tree. “They’d be stupid not to take advantage of the house. We’re like rats in a cage here. The good news is that they probably don’t know there are so many of us here. Draco, how did they track us down?”

“Could be anything,” Draco said queasily. “I didn’t think to check anything like that. Fucking stupid. We’ll need to run some scans, later. If… if we…” 

Harry looked around at him from the window, wand hand flexing as he drew from his holster. He smiled, that heartbreaker of a thing that made Draco want to fight for him.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said. “When we get out of here, we’ll do that.”

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[sergeantgoggles]

Title: Tools of a Relationship Ship: Techo [Tech/Echo] Rated: T Summary: Echo stayed on Coruscant and left Tech to figure out how to pick up the pieces of a broken heart by himself. Warnings: More Machine meets flesh mentions and blood. Word Count: 1084

For Hurt/Comfort Anon // Hopefully I did it justice!

“I told you to be more careful,” Tech snapped quietly. “You have not been keeping up with the maintenance of your mechanical parts the way you should be which is why this happened in the first place.”

Echo sneered as Tech worked meticulously. All sorts of tools from screwdrivers and wrenches to pliers and a tiny hammer were laid out on the console. Next to it was a first aid kit that Tech had already dug into, as evidence by the empty hypo shot amongst the tools.

If he were being honest, he should have known that Tech would be upset. He had every right to be. When they left him on Coruscant to work with Rex, Tech hadn’t been thrilled with the idea, but like everything else, he didn’t give much input. He simply went with the flow of things, and it wasn’t like Echo had expected some big send-off. A kiss, maybe, since they had taken their relationship to that level, but even after all their time together, Tech was still as guarded as ever.

Now, sitting in the Marauder while sorting through the files he was able to pull from the Imperial transport ship, he could see that Tech felt more deeply about it than he’d let on. At least, that was the impression Echo was getting from the rather cool attitude he was being so generously graced with.

“Haven’t had the time to keep up with it,” Echo finally replied coolly. “Been doing my part in the rebellion.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Tech countered with just as much chill in his tone. “These brackets have dried blood in them. It is no wonder Wrecker was able to jostle it so easily and tear more skin.”

Echo at least had the decency to be sheepish about that. It’s true that he hadn’t been taking care of his parts the way he should have been, partly because it was hard for him to do alone and he didn’t want to ask Rex to help him with it, but also because it was something that had always been intimate between him and Tech. Many nights had been spent in this exact position of comfortable silence or quiet music playing from the console. Sometimes they would chat, other times Tech would touch him so tenderly he could cry.

“Sorry,” Echo apologized, and he was. He should have been keeping up with it so he didn’t make the already shitty situation worse. Now Tech was left cleaning up ripped skin and blood figuring out how to reattach his scomp without reopening the wounds.

Tech gave a non-committal hum. “You will have to be more specific than that if you are expecting forgiveness. I am not feeling particularly generous at the moment, so choose wisely.”

A strong pang of guilt struck Echo’s chest and he stared at the floor, sort of wishing he could disappear through it. “Are you really that upset that I left?”

“Of course,” Tech replied without missing a beat, as though this was any other conversation. “There was not any prior discussion before you divulged that you were staying with Rex, and I might be mistaken, but when in an exclusive, intimate relationship, you are supposed to discuss matters together and not take it upon yourself to make potentially life-changing decisions.”

There was an odd look on Tech’s face then, as though he were warring with himself. Echo took advantage of them being alone in the Marauder to question him further. “I didn’t think you felt that strongly about it.”

That gave Tech pause. At first, he glared at Echo, but then turned his gaze back to the work in his hands cleaning the blood from the ports while the bacta healed up the rips in Echo’s arm. It was a long moment before Tech finally put the tools down heavily on the console and screwed his face with emotion.

“I have told you before that I am unused to outwardly emoting my feelings. I am unsure of how to properly convey those sorts of emotions, but I have always tried.” As Tech explained, Echo listened, and the more he listened, the more he felt his stomach drop. “I had considered several reasons that you left, many of them centering around simply not being good enough at being in a relationship, but I suppose I had tricked myself into thinking that you understood me better than that. In the end, I guess I was wrong.”

…Well, then.

Echo lifted his flesh arm and cupped Tech’s cheek, slightly surprised that he leaned into the touch instead of jolting away. He figured it was a welcome touch, or at least gentle enough that he didn’t find it intrusive. Leaning forward, Echo closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together. Tech hesitated, but eventually he did reciprocate, and Echo melted. If anything could be said about Tech, it was that he was a quick study, and he’d come a long way from their first kiss ages ago to now.

When they parted, Echo kept him close. “I’m sorry that I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I care about you a lot, and I should have discussed my intentions to stay with Rex and help his instead of telling you I was doing it. I was wrong…even if I know that what I’m doing is the right thing to do.”

Tech sighed and fiddled with his fingers in his lap. “I never disagreed that it was the right course of action for you. You had been repeatedly vocal about wanting to fight against the Empire, I simply wished you would have talked to me about it. I would have understood, I still do, but pretending that I am not upset with you and that I do not miss you has been challenging.”

Echo’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled a little. “You missed me?”

“…Of course, I did,” Tech confessed as a sweet, rosy blush dusted his cheeks. “I also care greatly for you. It is only natural that I—”

Another, more forceful kiss cuts him off, but Echo feels Tech smirk against his lips.

“So…am I forgiven?” Echo asked cheekily as he sat back again.

Tech rolled his eyes and picked up Echo’s scomp from the console, setting to work on it once again. “Ask me again when I am finished cleaning and putting you back together.”

Smiling at the ease of tension between them, Echo nodded. “Sure thing.”

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[calypsoff3]

Forty. Part 3

I can feel Robyn’ eyes on me, the stare is burning at the side of my face, and I don’t want it to upset her. I would never want to hurt her, but I don’t like that she got taken advantage of, he was old. I see my daughter and I see my wife; how could he do that to her. I think she’s mentally never been right because of it; she lets them have power because of it, she probably feels like she’s obliged to be under them, she honestly needs to let them let her go, she deserves to be happy and content away from this. I looked away from Robyn and looked at her face, she is so upset “I won’t say anymore, just don’t be upset” clenching my jaw, I just feel he shouldn’t get away with it “I don’t want him in this meeting unless he is begging for his contract back, I don’t want that nigga here. He was never wanted here, everyone hates him and the only reason we keep face is for Rihanna, but I want him out” Jay Z is funny “fight me then nigga?” I laughed “fucking fight me and kick me out, the fuck you want me to do. People here, they all kiss your ass because they scared to switch it up on you, they scared to speak anything different on you, but I don’t care, I’m true to me! Myself, I don’t like you either” I shrugged, I don’t care for him “Rihanna, you tell him to go” now they speaking on my weak ass wife, she is weak and I don’t trust her to be by my side “he stays” Robyn said, oh she is standing by me “can I speak to you privately?” Looking at Robyn, she is going to tell me to go privately but I will listen to her, just because she is pleading with me to do it. Walking behind Robyn “just listen to your wife” Jay thinks he’s funny saying that “shame you didn’t want yours initially” I laughed, Jay shot up so quickly and the way Robyn went in front of me “no! You don’t touch him, you stay away from him” he makes me sick he did that to her, I walked off clenching my jaw. I just don’t like this, any of it because he’s a liar and he’s making me sound crazy. If Robyn does tell me to go then I will, I can’t do her like that. She is sticking by me clearly, she stood in front of me the way she did, but I don’t know how she is feeling at this moment, or even what she is going to say to me about it.

Robyn walked into the room, she paced a few and then stopped. She looked at me “look, I am sorry ok. I just want to protect you, I don’t want to upset you, I am not here for that, but I really just want to help you. Maybe it’s not coming off as that but please, I am sorry. I’ll go then, for you though” I feel bad, Robyn slowly made her way over to me, her lower lip quivering “please tell me you don’t” she said, and I don’t understand what she means “what?” I said, she placed her hands over her mouth “please, please tell me you don’t know” I frowned at her “who did it, you don’t know” her voice broke, my heart fell “look, I erm” I put my head down, I don’t want to say, “I don’t know” looking up “Chris” she sobbed out, I don’t want her to cry “please don’t cry” wrapping my arms around her “please, please don’t” holding her close, I don’t want her to cry “you promised!” She pushed at my chest “Robyn I don’t know anything” I defended myself “don’t lie to me, you promised to not do this. To not find out, how?” She heaved out, trying to keep her composure. I swallowed hard “I worked it out, at the award show, I clashed with Jay, and he said something, and it just fit, I made a remark and he snapped at me, he uhm. He grabbed me by the throat, he wanted to kill me, and it proved that it was the truth, he yeah” I don’t want to say those words, Robyn turned away from me, she is in pain, I know she didn’t want to relive this “I am sorry Robyn, I am really sorry” I cringed as she cried out in pain, the sharp cry she did cut through me, I know she didn’t want me to know, putting my head down feeling my tears come out.

I wish I wasn’t like this; I wish I could have just left it but it bugged me, it bugs me that he has gotten away with being this way with my wife “I am sorry” I apologised “I care for you so much and I will do anything to protect you including this, you don’t deserve this. I just can’t accept what he did when I look at my own daughter, same age as you” Robyn looked at me as she sobbed out “I feel like you are hiding behind the sorry he said to you when he left” Robyn balled up her fists “stop it, stop it, stop it. Please!” I caught Robyn before she fell to her knees “I got you; I got you. I got you baby” she grabbed my top crying out “I don’t want to do it” nodding my head “I am going to need you to be strong Robyn, you need to say it. I need you to threaten him, so you get out of this contract, you can do it” looking down at Robyn “you need to let the chains fall, these chains he’s had over you because he took it from you, he took it from you and you seem to be stuck. I will be here Robyn, I am sorry this is happening but for you I remained silent, I did it for you but he did it to you and think about it, lots of girls go through it” she is shaking, I feel awful about this “they have leaked your things, they are trying to make me stay away from you, they want to keep you because they need you. You don’t need them, it’s about time you use your power, I will be here for you” Robyn’ grip on my top never loosened, she is holding onto me for dear life like I will leave her but I won’t, I am here for her, I am here to protect her “I am sorry” I have to keep apologising because I do feel bad about this “I don’t want to be in this dark place” licking my top lip “this is your moment to get out of this, and I am here" she sighed out shakily.

The grip on my hand, her head is lowered “everyone out, everyone but Jay Z, I don’t give a fuck. Out!” I said walking back in “I suggest you announce it, tell them to leave” I stared Jay Z down “no joke” I feel my hand is going numb “leave the room” Jay Z waved his hand, as soon as he said that everyone left but when I asked they didn’t, I think this is it. This is the moment where my wife can be free from this “what happened?” Jen said concerned “leave me” Robyn breathed out “wait outside” I said, walking by the people ad they walked out “come sit” pulling the chair out, Robyn refuses to look up, she is so sad. Sitting down next to Robyn “well the room is cleared” Jay Z said “Imagine it, a nigga my age going for your daughter for a contract” Jay Z stood up “sit down” I stared at him “you ain’t shit nigga, once this comes out you will be done for. You raped her, she was a child! A child of Blue’ age, Rylee’ age. A child! Imagine it, Blue came to me, she was born abroad and I just you know took advantage, oh it’s not nice. Robyn is someone’s sister, someone’s daughter! And you fucking took advantage, you motherfucker you took advantage of her!! And you had the nerve to say sorry to her? You took fucking innocence away!” I shouted, “motherfucker I should kill you!” I pointed “all these years, all these fucking years! And you still have a hold on her, not anymore” Robyn sniffled “speak Robyn, you have a platform. You can baby” I said to her. Robyn shakily placed her hand over the hand she has over ours, she isn’t letting my hand go “you took what was mine, don’t! Don’t speak! I am speaking” Robyn said “I’ve never spoke on this to anyone because I was so scared, you literally made people think I was some whore. The narrative got put out there because of you, but you took what was mine” oh I am mad, I want to fucking kill him “I can’t do this anymore. I want out, I never said I would do this, but I will go public” my eyebrows knitted together “I choose my husband, I choose my family. I am not having this affecting me anymore, I cannot and will not live with this. I have hidden this with me for years, this secret burdening me and then I burdened my husband because I always felt shit of myself because you really made out like I wanted it, like if I didn’t do then I wouldn’t be able to help my family, and I came from a poor home. Chris is right, I am facing the man that raped me” the words hit me so different when she said it out of her mouth, it hit me hard but she didn’t cry she is staring at him. The silence and the stare,  I swallowed hard “I will release you from Roc Nation, a peaceful release but you need to sign that you will never speak on it to anyone” this is all he cares about, I am ready to jump over this table “that is all you care about?” is he real “you cannot say anything” he said, he is a bastard “you cannot ruin my life, I will release you but you cannot say this to anyone” he should be aired out, he deserves the backlash he gave her.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

[evilwriter-originals]

Whumptober Day 3 - The Spear of a Friend

Prompts: Impaled

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, blood

Word Count: 929

Summary: Girad is accidentally impaled on a spear by one of his own soldiers during a battle.

Girad hadn’t seen it coming. The initial charge of Hakur’s forces had gone well, as they hadn’t lost too many and seemed to have the advantage. However, a quick turn on his horse to avoid a sword, and he found himself impaled by a spear.

It hurt. 

It had gone right through the chinks of his armor on the right side of his abdomen, and, looking up after his first scream of shock and agony, Girad saw that it was one of his own men. 

And gods, he looked horrified. He hadn’t meant to do that. This wasn’t a betrayal. This was an accident on a battlefield. 

The man went to pull the spear out, but Girad put a shaking hand on the shaft of the weapon.

“Leave it,” he hissed, hoping he could hear him over all the noise. “Just… just get me to a healer.” 

Pulling out the weapon could result in a lot of blood loss. Girad didn’t know how he was thinking so clearly with the amount of burning pain he was in. Maybe because he’d been trained for this, taught how to handle this. His brain was compartmentalizing the pain, putting it in a box so that he could handle the wound.

The man nodded. He was young, maybe even younger than Girad, and his face was ashen white. He let go of the spear, leaving its weight in Girad’s hands now. He took the reins of the prince’s horse and began leading him away from the battle. 

Girad was doubled over, one hand pressed to the wound, the other holding the spear in. He was breathing hard, trembling, teeth chattering. He couldn’t tell how far into him the spear had gone. He hoped he wasn’t dying. He’d want to see Anaria if he was, and she wasn’t here with them. 

That was the only thought that scared him: his inability to see Anaria again. He didn’t want her to see him suffer more than she already had, but he just wanted her with him. Was that too much to ask? 

It was a ways away from the battle to the encampment. They’d left the camp followers and healers who weren’t trained in battle behind by about a mile or two, not wanting them to get into the heat of the battle or the danger. Every step of Girad’s horse had him hissing and groaning. He could feel blood seeping through his gauntlets and onto his fingers from where he held the wound. 

“I-I’m so sorry, my lord,” the soldier got out as they got away from the battle. Girad hated leaving his men behind. There were tears in the other man’s eyes. “I didn’t mean it. I-”

“No apologies, soldier,” Girad grunted. He didn’t want him to feel bad. This was something that happened to ordinary people. It was just this man’s luck that he happened to be the prince. He hoped his father wouldn’t be cruel about this. Girad would try his best to protect this soldier so that he saw fair treatment.

Girad was being taken off his horse before they even made it to the encampment. The Nessari healers had seen them coming and had flown out to them. He was in a cluster of people, suddenly feeling like he couldn’t breathe. 

They were working fast. The soldier who had accidentally impaled him stood off to the side, wringing his hands and pulling at his hair - he got blood in the pale locks. 

“Get his armor off!” one of the healers ordered, and Girad realized that he was on the ground, staring up at the gray sky, just trying to breathe. It felt like every movement, even small ones, hurt to Desolation and back.

Oh gods, I’m dying, aren’t I? 

He looked around at the faces above him, wishing for one of them to be familiar to him, wishing to see Anaria. 

He yelled, body seizing up as his armor began getting pulled and cut off of him. Dammit, he’d liked that breastplate, (it would need new straps now, if they could ever wash the blood out of it). 

“Hold him down.” 

Those were not good words. Girad tried not to panic as he felt pressure on his arms and legs. He found himself trying to struggle anyway, his body making a valiant effort at keeping itself safe from further harm. 

The spear was pulled out of him in a spray of blood. 

Girad screamed, body convulsing, head going back, muscles in his neck taut with the excruciation. 

But then he felt like he could breathe again. There were hands on his abdomen, and he could feel the uncomfortable sensation of his flesh being knit back together. He hoped it wasn’t a messy job, that there wasn’t internal bleeding that they were missing. He would just have to trust these healers whose faces he did not know. 

“You’re going to make it, my lord,” one of the healers said. He turned to the Nessari next to him. “Have a stretcher prepared. He shouldn’t be moving on his own just yet.” 

Girad heaved a huge sigh, hands going back to the still-aching wound, his body shaking as it remembered the pain. It was a shock to not have it anymore. 

“My lord?” 

Girad looked to the soldier who had speared him. He put a bloody hand on his arm. 

“I will see to it that you receive fair treatment,” Girad told him, voice weak. 

The man just nodded and bowed, and as Girad’s hand slipped from his arm, he lost consciousness.

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[ana-swritings]

"Somebody To Love"

Hello, my lovelies. Here it is. The story I have been working on for the last few weeks. Hope you like it.

Please, keep in mind that it's my first time writing royalty au, so be kind. :)

Check it out and let me know what you think. :)

Love y'all,

Ana

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Words: 31,877

Fair Warning: Explicit Language; Fluff; Angst; Hurt; Smut; Friends To Lovers; Royalty AU

Summary: Harmony never thought her life would change so much when she is sent to Court to find a husband by her father. But when she becomes friends with the King, things change and fast. Will she be able to stay true to herself and save, not just herself but her sister as well from their father, or will she lose herself to all the dangers that lurk in the darkest parts of her new life?

Chapter 1 - The MacLeod's

Near a peaceful and quiet village in the country side of the Aetas Kingdom, lives a small family made up of a father and his two daughters, the MacLeod’s. And although the two sisters are loved by those who know them, their father is not.

Harmony MacLeod, the older daughter of Fergus MacLeod, is a smart, kind, compassionate and sweet woman, who has taken over the duties of Lady of the House after her mother’s passing while giving birth to young Elise MacLeod, her younger sister.

Harmony’s father, Fergus, is a man who doesn’t care for his daughters. In fact, he not only resents them for the fact that they were born girls, he also hates them. He wishes that Elise had been born a boy, that way he would at least have a proper heir to his legacy.

Fergus is the kind of man that only cares about reputation, status and wealth, and in his eyes having two daughters is a curse and a penance for whatever crime God believes he has committed in the past.

He decides that the only way to take some advantage of the fact that he has two daughters is to marry them off for power and status. This way he can kill two birds with one stone: he raises his status within the King’s Court and, at the same time, gets rid of his daughters.

Fergus knows that the best matches are in Court, having spent some time there in the past, and since he knew the late King, he believes it won’t be too hard to ask his son, the new King, for a favor. So, with all of that in mind, he decides to send Harmony to Court to find a husband.

When Harmony receives the news, she feels as if someone has just punched her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She can’t see herself marrying someone she doesn’t love just for power and status, let alone leaving her sister behind.

Standing in the small courtyard of her father’s estate, and after multiple secret reassurances from the house servants that Elise will be okay, Harmony hugs her sister one last time before being rushed by her father to enter the carriage that will take her away from her sister and home.

As the carriage flies down the dirt roads on its way to Court, Harmony looks at the letter in her hands. She knows that that letter contains her future and she hopes that it’s vague enough that will allow her to carry on her plan.

You see, as soon as the carriage left her father’s estate, Harmony decided that she wasn’t going to marry someone she didn’t love just so her father could rise in status. No, if she is going to get married then she will marry someone she loves and that will be willing to let Elise live with them.

As she gets taken further away from her home and the woods rush by the carriage’s window, Harmony takes a deep breath and thinks that this is the first step into what she believes will be the rest of her life and she will be damned if she isn’t going to live her life the way she wants to.

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[what-if-nct]

(cw // mentions of sh in case anyone is triggered)

hii it’s christmas where i live meaning it’s probably not christmas for you (unless you waited hours to finally reply back) but i just wanna say merry christmas and thank you for being there with me during my hard and mentally draining days. it’s so hard being on social media without bumping into negativity such as real life news, people debating about bare minimum things such as rights for body autonomy, gay rights, etc, and especially for my case, being shunned by a community of people i thought were friends simply for talking about jonghyun on my posts that solely rely on users to create posts in order for the app to work.

while i wish i don’t want to be super negative all the time, this was exactly how i felt this year. i felt violated, stripped from my pride and tormented — yet i’m expected to be happy all the time and put up a brave face all the time.

the truth is, i hated turning 18 because i couldn’t bare the responsibility of being considered an adult at the face of the law, when i had my childhood partially taken away from me. nobody was there during my mental breakdowns. just because it wasn’t 2022 anymore, doesn’t mean i didn’t face cyber bullying and faced targeted harassment simply for talking about my bias just like any other kpop fan, and people liked to downplay it by telling me to “keep it to myself.” i didn’t get to do my dream course at my new college due to my grade, and i felt so fucking shit because i’ve done everything in my willpower just to get the same score 3 years in a row, nobody took my mental breakdown seriously. i was sexually harassed and taken advantaged of by several men, because they did not respect my boundaries, used me as my drunken self, and tried to contact me via twitter acting like a kpop fan from london in the comments, when he was a 25 year old man who only saw me for my body. i was overwhelmed with the way the job centre was treating me and making me feel worse for simply asking a question to prevent email spams by sending me to a centre that could help me get to know the basics of using technology. i had a job, but got scammed for 2 weeks worth of work and i never got paid. i lost £500 which i rightfully worked my ass for, even almost passing out due to walking upstairs and having my feet ache over the constant standing for 8 hours for 3 days a week. i never got to go to france and meet my cousins. it’s sucks because i was planning this since summer and i’ll never be able to go since my parents took the only savings i had to go to africa for a month due to how expensive plane tickets are. i even got fucking pregnant and not to mention, my mum started to act weird around me… and just the way i was treated after turning into an adult… i don’t really wanna go there.

i know it has been a long year, but idk if it’s gonna change at all or if it’s gonna get worse. i just wanted to have a peace of mind for once. that’s literally my wish for 2024. i just want to be free, to have amazing friends, having a normal life, just like everyone else so i don’t have to always compare myself to people on snapchat who show off their day or shout out their friends for their birthdays. i wish i could get rid of my anxiety symptoms, because now notifications, messages (especially pending ones) and anything that shows a number next to an icon would get me really fucking nervous that it would be a harassing message. i just don’t want guys to take advantage of me, i just want a loyal and sweet first boyfriend/girlfriend that is genuinely there and physically as well as emotionally. i just feel like i’m missing out on life just because some stupid systemic ableism in the uk where i was forced to learn at home and be in a special needs class, which can explain why i’m socially awkward and don’t know how to be a normal friend.

basically saying… i just want to be happy. (i’m so sorry for the vent i didn’t expect it to be this long loooool)

Merry Christmas!! there's about 10 minutes till Christmas for me. I am so sorry that this past year has been so hard on you. And its horrible that you had to endure all of that I can't even imagine how hard it's been for you. You deserve so much better than what you've received. You deserve respect, care, love, understanding and you deserve happiness and it breaks my heart you've been treated like this by so many people. I just send you the biggest hug and I'm proud of you, I know life has been hard but I'm proud of you for continuing. And I can't promise when, but things will get better and one day before you know it you will have the happiness you want and deserve and I will always be here to listen and talk to you.

[silence-ensues]

Pt.1

I feel so shitty, I just want to be loved and appreciated. I want to feel equal, I want him to genuinely treat me with kindness. I shouldn’t have to have cramps or be sick or be in person to get affection or proper attention. He sees me as an after thought. I don’t care that he fucks up I just care that he fixes it, I don’t care that he doesn’t have time for me I just want him to be honest, I don’t care that he cares more about other shit I just want him to be honest with me. All I want is honesty and respect. Have the respect for me to put in effort, realize how badly you’ve fucked me up in the last year or two and genuinely sit there and say you’re sorry, I hate when someone else plays victim, I hate when someone apologizes to themselves, I hate when they need comfort when I’ve been the one crying. I have been so fucking understanding and patience and he keeps asking me for more, more time more understanding more patience and I just can’t. I’ve been worn down, I don’t have a sense of self anymore it’s been taken away again and again and again. Why do I have to keep my guard up? Why can’t I just feel secure? Why promise someone that this will be the one stable thing in their life just to make it the most turbulent? I’ve been through hell and I don’t fucking know what to do. I just want to be heard. I just want to be sat down and told “I’m so fucking sorry I did these things to you” with a proper explanation other than “I don’t know” why do I have to sit here and beg to be treated right? Why do I have to let myself fall so he can feel like he isn’t alone? Why can’t we both just be at different stages of our lives and have that be okay? People don’t know what they have until it’s gone but the problem is that I’d never leave him, so of course it won’t change, why would it? It’s easier to put it off than to confront it if there’s no consequences to doing so. maybe he doesn’t care, maybe I shouldn’t care, maybe all of this is toxic and unhealthy, maybe it isn’t worth it, but why don’t I know for sure? I want to feel a 100% confident when he asks me “is it worth it” or “is it going to get better” but I can’t decide if it gets better, I’m not the one causing the rift, I’m not the one with power, I’m trying so fucking hard to stay stable, to keep myself happy, to hold onto me. But people take selflessness and use it to their advantage. Everytime there has ever been an issue in the one to change, im the one to drop everything, and now he can acknowledge the fact that it wasn’t me who was causing this but he can’t sit there and give me a genuine apology without saying “I hate myself, im such a shitty person, it hurts me just as much as it’s hurting you, I wish I could be like you” that isn’t apologizing, that isn’t taking blame, why do I have to pick you the pieces that you’ve shattered? Im so close to just giving up and not caring anymore, im so close to telling him to just forget about everything and do whatever he wants, im so tired of making everything okay when i feel like im shattering little by little every time. If he doesn’t want to put the work in why do i try and make him? If there’s no work then the whole relationship won’t work and I’ve tried so hard to make it work but maybe I can’t. Maybe I’m not the right person for him, maybe he needs someone who doesn’t care if it sinks or swims, maybe he needs someone who doesn’t need him, maybe he needs someone who’s okay being an afterthought, but why can’t it be me? Why have I put 2 1/2 years into this for that person to not be me, would someone finally love me right if I was that person? Why can’t I just be me? Why isn’t anything unconditional? I love you more than anything when you’ve put me through hell so many times, why can’t you love me more than anything even if I’m not those things you might need?

[dyns33]

The Devil and the Cat 2

Matt Murderdock, Kingpin, really loves cats. 

And Y/N, a bit, maybe. 

           "I see what you tried to do."

           "Meow !"

            "No need to deny it, Murdock. And don't pout like this, it's not my fault. You did this to yourself."

For weeks now, Matthew Murdock had followed Y/N. Everywhere. He had followed her down the street, he had visited her at work, and he had waited at her place, continuing to treat her as if she were his.

No, worse, as if she were his cat.

When Y/N suggested he just find a new cat, a real cat, and not a cursed human or something, Matt growled, patting her gently on the head, saying 'bad', to punish her for her stupidity.

Then he started scratching the back of her neck again, asking her if she wanted some milk.

He also insisted on coming with her in the shower, and he had obviously decided that her bed belonged to him now.

At least he didn't force her to crawl, it was better than nothing. Pet play could be fun, but Y/N absolutely didn't want it with him.

Her relationship with the Kingpin was bizarre.

Now that she knew all his secrets and why he was like that, she understood a little better, she felt a bit sorry for him and she had to admit that she didn't hate him. Not all the time.

He still managed to be nice, even if he was less nice than when she was a cat. It was certain that Matt was more comfortable with animals than with humans.

Well, there were still times when Murdock didn't treat her like a cat. Especially when they were in bed. Anyway, Y/N hoped he wasn't doing that sort of thing with animals.

She really had no idea what their 'relationship', if you could call it a relationship, was.

Because she was still a journalist, who even though she wasn't going to use what he told her, kept looking for a way to prove he was the Kingpin, and he was... well, he was the Kingpin, besides being a lot of dangerous and weird things.

So it didn't really seem possible that they could get along. Not like when she was a little cat.

Obviously, he missed it a lot, since Matt had had the great idea to go get the artefact that had transformed her in the warehouse. He'd taken it home, presumably hoping to turn her into cat again, and that fool's plan had backfired, as evidenced by the ginger, blind cat now standing in the middle of her living room.

           "Do you realize that I don't know how to help you at all ? And therefore that you're going to stay like this for at least a week, if things go the way they did with me ?"

           "Meow !"

           "I'm warning you, I'm not going to call your friends, they might hurt me, thinking I'm lying, that I killed you and hid my body somewhere. Or they might take advantage of it to kill us both ! And don't bother thinking about real love's kiss. I don't love you, and you kissed me all the time, it didn't work."

           "Meeeeeee !"

           "What ? I don't understand what you want. If you're trying to be intimidating, it's not working, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Don't hiss at me, Mister !"

If she had been cruel, and had a death wish, Y/N would have kicked Matt out and she would have enjoyed her last week of freedom.

But she wasn't cruel, and cat Matt was just too cute, so she took care of him, hoping he'd turn back to human soon.

She also tried to treat him as much as possible as if he were still human, so that he wouldn't get offended. Which often happened, Matt taking on an annoyed look, which made him even more adorable. It was really hard.

There were also times when he himself forgot he wasn't a cat. Y/N understood that, she remembered very well when she took advantage of the warmth of his chest, or when she adored his hand on her head.

If she purred loudly, Matt Murdock was a real engine, a purring machine. Probably because he really wasn't used to being touched like that at all. Thinking about it, it was pretty sad.

For a few moments he was perfectly relaxed, then he seemed to remember who he was, he realized what was happening and he would bit her hand before jumping off her knees to go to sleep somewhere else.

As discreetly as possible, Y/N took pictures. She hoped he would never find out. He couldn't see them anyway.

Until he turned back, there were a few calls on his phone. Some people wondered where the lawyer was. But it happened that Murdock disappeared without warning from time to time, so no one really panicked, and especially no one thought to look for him at Y/N's.

It was still a relief when she woke up with a sleeping human Matt in her bed. Naked. Who held her firmly, preventing her from getting up.

He growled all morning, refusing to talk about what had happened, and making a little pout almost as adorable as when he was a cat.

At the same time, he continued to behave a bit like a cat, coming to lie down on the sofa, resting his head on her legs, waiting without saying a word for her to scratch his hair.

So he hadn't totally hated the experience.

But between being a cat and having a cat, Matt seemed to have a preference.

Everything went perfectly fine for several days, things were back to normal, as normal as possible with a ninja mafia boss adept at strange magic who had decided that she belonged to him.

Y/N had thought that after the incident, he got rid of this cursed object.

           "Ah. That's much better."

           "What ? What's much... But... No !" Y/N cried, opening her eyes, discovering that she had shrunk. But her cries, like her words, were meows.

           "Darling, I've missed you so much."

           "Asshole ! Motherfucker ! Son of a bitch ! Murdock, I hate you !"

           "Come back here. It's my turn!"

           "Your turn ?! You're sick ! If you touch me, you'll regret it !"

If anyone could have seen this scene of a blind man chasing a cat in an apartment, no doubt they would have found it funny and cute. It wasn't, at all.

Of course, Matt eventually grabbed Y/N, and he wouldn't let go, even when she bit his hand until he bled. He didn't react, continuing to cuddle her, smiling, rubbing his face in her fur.

After a while, Y/N accepted her fate, she calmed down, enjoyed the caresses and gave him the purrs he wanted. Matt was very happy.

He didn't let her go for a second, to enjoy his dear kitten as much as possible, taking her everywhere with him, to his work, in the street, and even to court.

Normally someone should have said something to him, but the judge seemed to like cats too. Or the judge liked Murdock. Or was scared of him.

Wasn't that against the rules ? Because almost no one listened during the trial, too busy watching the animal sleeping in Murdock's jacket, only her little head sticking out, which he nagged with a finger from time to time.

Y/N could have disrupted the trial if she wanted to, by meowing and jumping out of his shirt to run around, but she was too respectful of justice for that, even though she knew Matt would win no matter what.

Besides, she was tired and Murdock's chest was warm. She snored a little, which made the jury laugh, and when she yawned, everyone was certain that the Devil's client was saved.

Even though it wasn't all that bad, Matt treated her like when he found her the first time, and even better, a bit like a little princess, and even though she knew she was soon to find her body, Y/N was still furious and she decided to take revenge, behaving totally like a princess.

A very capricious princess. Climbing up the shelves where he couldn't reach her without having to use a chair. Sitting on his face when he slept. Peeing on his shoes. Biting the end of his cane.

But Matt found it all amusing. He didn't scold her once, snickering and saying she was a little bratty darling. Shit.

When she becomes human again, he was sad and disappointed, pouting again. But he didn't immediately try to change her into a cat.

           "You're not that bad like this either. I missed our conversations."

           "We never talk."

           "We could. Tell me about yourself, my kitten."

Either it was a real step towards her, or it was a technique for Y/N to let her guard down and accept Murdock as her lord and master.

Remaining cautious, she agreed to lie down with him and they discussed for hours. He had already told her almost everything, and Y/N was sure that he had researched her for a long time. But it was fun.

Several weeks later, they still had this weird relationship, Murdock coming over to be hugged, or to cuddle her silently after a long day, not caring at all that she was still looking for proofs to send him to jail.

Well, Y/N was almost certain that she was still trying to send him to prison. That was what she repeated to herself as she kissed him again and again on the neck.

That was what she swore to herself when she found out that Matt still hadn't thrown away that stupid magic thing, and they both woke up transformed into cats.

           "Oh. Again ?"

           "Murdock ! Why ?!"

           "No idea. I didn't do anything. Well, I just thought I missed being a cat. And hearing you little purrs. Then maybe I thought it would be fun that we are cats at the same time."

           "Why ?!" she repeated, struggling, as he lay on top of her.

           "I don't know. To see. You smell good. I'm going to lick you now, so you smell like me."

           "No !"

           "I wonder how it feels when two cats do it."

           "Do what ? You... NO !"

           "Darling, stop moving. Alright, I'll just wash you, I get it. We'll do it when we're human."

           "Okay. Uh, wait... No, not okay !"

           "Too late. I know you've wanted it for a long time anyway, no need to deny it."

Y/N continued to meow pathetically, unable to escape Matt who licked her head before falling asleep on top of her, purring. Again, she finally accepts her fate, purring along with him.

On the other hand, even if she couldn't escape him, as soon as she could, she would destroy this stupid artefact for good !

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Inevitable (Prologue) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Prologue Word count: 2.2k

Summary:   You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I’ve had this story in my head for months and I’m glad I finally got to put this into writing! This little family was such a joy to write, and I thank the sweetest soul, Ava @btstannies for letting me gush over this trio and hyping me up everyday! Also, my baseball knowledge is pretty shallow so please forgive me!

Listen to: Walking By by Something Corporate

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“We’re here.” 

The deep voice cuts through the numbness you feel, blowing life into your body that’s chosen to block out the pain for now because you know after this, it’s going to hurt a lot more. 

You taste iron on your lips. You feel the sting in your eyes. You see the crescent nail marks on your palms. Then you slacken your jaw and try to breathe.

“You can cry, you know?” But Taehyung knows you won’t. Not in front of him. Not in front of the man whose heart you’re about to break. 

Your best friend knows you, knows you’ll only cry when you’re alone - under the covers, in the shower, on your bedroom floor. You don’t let anybody see you like that. It makes you feel like you don’t have control, and control is the one thing you need to have right now.

“I will.”

“You also don’t have to do this.”

But Taehyung also knows you still will. It’s a decision you made on your own and he knows you well enough that nothing - no one - will make you change your mind. 

“I need to.”

He hums; it’s a battle he won’t win. So he exits the car, opens the passenger seat door, and pulls you out. “I’ll be here when it’s over.”

When it’s over. Over. That’s what it’ll be after this.

**

You ring the doorbell and hear the faint footsteps get louder. The door opens and joyful onyx eyes greet you, a contrast to your tired brown ones. He takes it for something else, perhaps stress, since he doesn’t say anything about it.

Jungkook pulls you in a hug and you will yourself not to bask in his sweet scent, not to let his soft giggle on your neck and peck on your cheek and whisper of “I missed you” make you forget why you’re here in the first place. 

He tugs you inside the apartment, the one the team offered him because he couldn’t abide by the university dorm’s curfew, being that he trains too early and finishes too late. It had been a blessing to you both, as in the course of your over two years together, you’d taken advantage of the privacy and solitude it provided. 

You can’t imagine what it would give him after this. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. All these calls with the Dodgers’ owner, then manager, then coach. You think they’d all just call at once but they’re in different cities, I guess,” he shrugs and turns to you. “They’ve been excited,” he continues, his smile reaching his eyes. 

It’s never pained you until now. 

“As they should,” you try a smile. “They’re lucky you signed.”

He chuckles at this. He’s always been amused at your oblivion with how these things work. He’s lucky he even caught the eye of a scout, lucky they even paid attention, lucky that the LA Dodgers wanted to give him a shot with their AAA affiliate team in the minor league. 

If he’s even luckier, maybe he can get to the major league in three years; two would be a miracle. It’s what he’s worked so hard for, it’s why the decision to move thousands of miles away was a no-brainer. Not everyone gets a chance to play in the most popular baseball league like this.

But Jungkook doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know that you know how these things work. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re about to if you didn’t. 

“I’m glad you called, though,” he says, nerves teeming with excitement at his news. Well, proposal. It might be a difficult sell with you but he knows it’s not impossible. 

It came to him one day, in the middle of a conference call with the owner who kept raving about his soon-to-be home. 

“Oklahoma City is great, Jungkook. You’re gonna love it there,” the man had said. Jungkook wasn’t completely sold on the city but he knew you’d enjoy the museums, knew you’d enjoy watching the OKC Thunder play - you were always more into basketball than baseball, anyway. 

Everything had been so fast - from the meetings to the contract-signing to the planning of his move to the US - but he couldn’t imagine starting his life there without you and he just knew he had to have you there with him. 

He could help you find a job or you could do freelance work; what he’d earn could be enough if you both plan things out well, he thought. He was smiling like an idiot during that call, thinking about the next phase of your life together and he couldn’t wait to tell you. 

You’d been caught up with your final projects and school events and he’d been caught up with his papers but you’re here with him now. 

“So I was thinking and—.”

“We should break up.”

You say at the same time. For the first time, his wide eyes mirror yours - sullen and dark, but glassy, too because he did not just hear you tell him that you two should end this. 

Everything had been going so well. You’d been so excited when he got signed to the Minor League, was celebrating with him in all ways you both knew how. There were no talks about breakups, no ending things. It seemed like a given that you’d both stay together; long distance relationships are hard but there are ways to manage. He knew that. He thought you knew that, thought you felt the same, too.

He stares at you, unable to make a sound, to form words that would be remotely close to what he wants to say. His heart is breaking by the second and you stare back at him. There’s no sign of guilt. You’re not taking it back, you’re not saying anything. 

“You don’t mean this, ___. Tell me you don’t mean this.”

“I do,” you sigh. “I just think it’s best if we end this.”

He wishes you had not said anything at all. 

“Why?” He stammers, willing himself to face whatever fucked up reason you have for wanting to break up. It doesn’t seem real. He’s suffocating with how forward you are, with how unbothered you seem while he feels his world slowly crumbling. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

“We haven’t even tried. I mean, I’m not leaving yet, we have a few more months to figure it out.”

“It’s months enough to get over this so we can move on. It’ll just be harder then. We know it’s gonna happen anyway,” you lie. 

You see the shock on his face, the disbelief in the words coming out of your mouth. This isn’t the woman who he laid in bed with just a week ago, naked, giggling, kissing him. 

“Babe, you can’t do this. I want you—no, I need you to be with me,” he continues, voice strangled, the thoughts of asking you to come with him drifting away.

“I don’t.” It’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell. 

You’re uncompromising, resolute in your decision. Your almost emotionless face - tightened features and completely dry eyes - is a contrast to his. You can’t break. You can’t back out from this. 

He muffles his cries, heart breaking at the coldness of your words. 

“You’re all you need, Jungkook,” you continue. “There’s nothing else I can give you that you won’t get there.” Another lie. You know that no one could love him as much as you. It’s why you’re doing this.

“Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Don’t do this to me, too, Jungkook. You have an entire life to live out there. You’re the one leaving and I’m supposed to just stay here and wait for you? Until your dream is enough? Live my life in limbo until we can be together again in god knows when? Expect that video calls will make up for the distance? What about me and my own life? What about my needs?”

It’s messed up but that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You hurt them? And you let them go? 

You can only hope that one day, he’ll understand; that one day, he can forgive you. That one day, he’ll accept that you had to do this. It’s that hope you hang onto - that you’ll hang onto for years to come - just so you won’t fall apart. It’s only that hope where you can derive your strength from because you’ll have to be strong for someone else now. Someone who isn’t him.

“We— we can work it out. We’ll try, okay?. We’ll figure something out.” He stutters, still unbelieving that this is happening, that he is begging you to be on the same page with him, begging you to fight for this with him. 

“But what if we can’t? What if it becomes too much? You know what it would take to make it and I can’t hold you back, Jungkook. My life is here, my family and my friends are here. I have a job waiting for me, so you can’t hold me back either. It’s unfair to both of us.”

He’s looking at you, desperate to find a crack, to find an opening. But there’s none.

“Baby, please—” he cries, arms out to hold you but you step away, as if his touch could burn you. His heart is already shattered, why are you still breaking it? What’s left to break when you’ve taken everything away from him with just your words?

“Jungkook, think about it!”

“I am, and you’re not making sense! I know we haven’t really talked about it—“

“Exactly. Because there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t need baggage when you’re over there, you can’t be thinking about anyone else, especially one who isn’t there. You need support and more patience and understanding and… I can’t give you those. Not anymore. I’m tired. I’ve been tired. It’s gonna be even more tiring when you’re gone.” 

The lies don’t stop but you know they’re necessary, that this is how you convince him, that this is how he lets you go.

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a worse way that you can hurt him. He’s always admired your decisiveness, but right now, he hates it, hates everything he loves about you - how strong you are, how persistent you are, how uncompromising you are. Your words are ice, as cold as the December evening. You’re unmoving and he knows you well enough that you won’t take it back. 

“Fine,” he relents. “You want to break up? Then we break up.” He wipes the tears off his face, trying to be brave, trying to salvage the remaining dignity he has left. “We end this right now, like you want.”

This is what you came here to do. This was the goal. And you’re absolutely broken. 

You turn away, knowing any more second of looking at his clenched jaw, balled up fist, and unblinking eyes will make you give in, will make you take everything back.

“Don’t reach out, okay? Don’t call. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he states. “You wanted this.” 

You nod because he’s right. You’ll lose all rights to him after this. He’ll get over you, he’ll be okay. You’ll let him know the truth when the time is right.

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Good luck out there. Your father is very proud of you.” 

You turn and head out the door, the bang not as loud as your shattering heart. And just like that, it was all over. 

You stand motionless outside his apartment, unable to make a step to make it all final. 

You hear a thump. Then a sob. 

“Please, don’t go,” he whispers, as if he knows you’re still there, and even during the final moments, he’s still begging for you to change your mind. It’s faint but you hear it and you step away this time before you walk back in and take everything back.

**

Taehyung starts the car as he sees your figure approach. You head to the back, behind the driver’s seat, a hand over your mouth to suppress your sobs. 

“You can cry now,” he says, as he steps on the gas and turns up the volume of the radio until it drowns out your sounds. You let yourself go and weep, throat aching at the force of it all, chest tightening at the overwhelming emotion of what you’d just done.

It hurts not like you expected. It hurts even more. 

You ground yourself before you lose more of you as the seconds go by and cradle the soon-to-be-there bump on your stomach. 

You need to let them know it wasn’t their fault, that they’re a blessing either way, but that it’s just hard right now. You don’t want them to feel the grief, the ache of a love that had to end, the love that created them. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” you whisper and trust that this tiny little being can hear your words. “But we’re gonna be okay, alright? Mama’s gonna be okay.”

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The Balcony III

Part I and Part II

It was like dating without kisses.

But it didn’t mean Harry was any less desperate to kiss her.

Not much more was said about that late January night. There didn’t need to be. Harry was grateful he was out of her life. During those cold winter months, she had given him another chance and he ruined it. That’s about the gist of what Harry got from her about the situation. He never pressed for more. It wasn’t really his business, he just wanted to make sure she was safe.

She did tell him about how they dated for a long while. She moved out here to get away from him and the situation. He insisted and showed some major improvements that were previously long withstanding during their relationship. But as they started to reappear, she was getting more frustrated. The cheating was of course, the final straw.

“I’m never locking that slider,” she said that morning when she finally woke up. Harry smirked. They’d hardly moved that night. His chin still rested on top of her head. He ran his fingers through her hair pulling gently as they got stuck between the curls. “No one ever does that,” she sighed quietly.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“Play with my hair. They say it’s too hard with the curls,” she shrugged. “I have to pull and yank at my hair all the time; I don’t really feel those little pulls. And honestly it feels nice either way.”

Harry tried to touch her hair at every chance he got. And he had so many opportunities, now. The snuggling and touching were out in the open after that night. She was hugging him when she got home from work and after he made her dinner. She would suddenly be behind him wrapping her arms around him while he was cooking something. She openly plucked stray eyelashes off his cheeks, or she would brush her hand along his arm while they chatted. He would smile. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked.

“I’m very deprived of touches,” she mumbled into the back of his shirt. He’s grateful she was behind him and couldn’t see the way his body reacted to her. He chuckled and rested a hand on top of hers around his stomach. He would touch her for forever. Harry thought he was in love with her before. Nothing compared to how he felt now.

Still, he never pushed or pressured about actually dating. It just didn’t seem right after her scary breakup. So, for the time being, he settled for their all-but-dates on the balconies. They sat silently while working, Harry would write songs (about her, without her even knowing), she would read her novels, and they would share stories of their childhoods or the other things happening in their personal lives.

It was like dating without kisses.

But it didn’t mean Harry was any less desperate to kiss her.

*

With the weather getting warmer by the minute, their balcony dates happened more frequently. It was wonderful.

But even though the weather was getting better it felt like her days were just getting worse and worse.

It was just a bad day. But to her they were happening so frequently it felt like a bad week or a bad month. If she considered everything, she could have chalked it up to a bad year. But then of course this was also the year she met Harry. And there wasn’t anything bad about Harry.

He was her only solace. She felt so horrible for being obsessed with him when he wasn’t even hers to be obsessed with. But he did seem to like hanging out with her. He was so kind and always taking care of her in the loveliest of ways. 

The snuggling was too much, and she apologized profusely over and over. “I’m sorry,” she said the morning after that horrible night. “It really wasn’t fair of me to ask you to stay,” she explained. “I know you didn’t want to.”

“S’okay, kitten. Just...didn’t want t’take advantage. You had a rough night,” he said without an ounce of disappointment. He really didn’t mind. But she was still a bit skeptical. She didn’t overthink it—didn’t want to overthink about the situation he could have taken advantage of. Wondering if she wished he did in some ways. But that was much too confusing. She trusted Harry implicitly and didn’t think there was a bone in his body that would be disrespectful. It seemed so unfair that he was stuck with her for a neighbor. A neighbor who was a total mess for him.

Nonetheless, he was still making her dinner at least once a week and ordering takeout on Tuesdays. He was a prince and she felt so undeserving. 

Which is why it pained her to bother him yet again.

On this bad day she was having, she knocked on his door wondering if he was home. After a few minutes she went with no. Naturally her phone was also dead, so it’s not like she could text him; because she lived right next door, she tried her hardest to not text him—even if all she wanted to do was send him pictures of the sky and tell him that she saw a flower that reminded her of him.

Sitting between their apartments on the floor she started grading some papers waiting for him to get home. Her watch said it was just about 5:20 so he would be home any minute. Only about ten minutes later than she anticipated, the elevator pinged with his arrival.

He was looking for his keys he almost didn’t notice her. Which was good because anytime she saw him in the fitted suits she was done for. He was incredibly gorgeous. It made her want to tear the fabric off him and run her hands all over his naked skin. She knew he had more tattoos even though all she ever saw were the bird wings peeping out of his t-shirts. She wanted to find and trace every one of them with her tongue.

“Hi Harry,” she said softly hoping not to scare him.

She didn’t scare him, but he really was not paying attention because he looked completely surprised and did a double take looking at her on the floor. “Oh, hey kitten,” the crease in his eyebrows appeared as he took in her paper mess on the floor. “What’re y’doing out here?” He asked.

“I’ve been having a really bad day,” she explained from the ground. Grouping her papers together, she started to organize her belongings back into her bag so she could stand up again. “M’not even sure how it happened, but I locked my keys in the car, and I can’t get any of my spares, of course. I’m hoping I can climb over.”

“Ve’you been waiting long?” He wondered shoving his key into the door.

“No...not at all. M’phone’s dead too, naturally; otherwise, I would have texted,” she said.

He frowned but let her walk in first. He hated the idea she was waiting for a long time. “M’sorry. M’a bit later than normal; I stopped at the post office.”

“Harry, seriously,” she giggled and pressed a hand to his forearm as she turned for the light switch. “I was okay waiting.” He couldn’t argue with her. She settled her stuff onto his couch and then made her way for the balcony. Harry pulled his suit coat off and went after her.

She was eyeing the railing between their spots and her eyebrows pinched together. Harry did it, I can do it. But Harry’s legs were also like a foot longer than hers. The ease to cross over was probably significant in comparison to her. And it was a long way down to the ground over the balcony.

“Uh...” Harry cleared his throat. “Let me,” he grabbed hold of her hand and just like every time he touched her, she thought she might combust from the fire that started inside her. He placed the other hand on her back as a guide so she wouldn’t near the edge—not that she would anyway, Harry would make sure of it. With effort, she tossed one leg over the railing. The second she did, she felt unsteady and even though Harry was there, she felt silly. This would have been easier if she just asked him to do it.

While she straddled the railing, Harry’s face was burning red. He was grateful she was focused on not falling because there was no way Harry could hide the way his body reacted to the sight of her straddling something. The image was in his mind before he could stop it. He very much wanted to be the railing and he could practically hear her moaning his names and expletives. He was grateful she made it over before he begged her to let fuck him on the balcony.

She tossed her other leg over. “Next time, I’m going to let you do that. I didn’t care for that,” she explained as she pushed the slider out of the way. He chuckled as he headed to grab her stuff. Grateful for another moment to hide his arousal at her straddling an inanimate object.

Within seconds she was tapping rhythmically on his door while she waited; he smirked and decided to leave her stuff where it was to make sure she didn’t wait too long. “Took you long enough,” she joked, and he rolled his eyes at her. He loved her sense of humor. It was adorable. Just like the rest of her. “Here,” she said. “I think it’s best you have this, because I didn’t really care for climbing over like that,” she said and presented her spare apartment key to him.

In the oddest of ways, it felt so intimate. She trusted him with the key to her apartment. Her space, while he was of course there frequently, it meant she trusted him if she needed him to be there without her or something. It was hard to explain but Harry was overwhelmed with the gesture.

“S’probably those short little legs you got, kitten,” he chuckled.

She wrinkled her nose cutely. “Not my fault I’m not a giant!”

Harry walked to his kitchen, and she followed him to grab her belongings. He turned to her as she hoisted her bag on her shoulder. “You can have m’key,” he said and held it out to her.

“Aw, Harry, I’m honored,” she said so sweetly. “I promise not to traipse around here when you’re not around and find out where you hide the good snacks,” she said.

He chuckled. She could come in and rob him blind and he’d probably thank her. “Did...you want to hang out?” He asked.

He swore he saw her blush faintly. A tinge of pink. “Yes,” she said softly not a trace of humor on her lips.

“Okay...M’just gonna change. I’ll meet y’out there,” he said and turned before he could read into her answer. Before he could continue picturing her straddling that stupid railing.

*

“Harry?” She asked quietly.

It was a Saturday, and it was so nice out. She asked if he wanted to go for a walk in the park. It was different than their balcony dates. A nice change of pace. It felt nice to have fresh air.

“Yeah?” He hummed.

“Do you—”

“A flower for your lady?” A random vendor interrupted, asking Harry, and holding out a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, I’m—” She started to giggle shyly and ward off that she was not his lady. No matter how much she wanted to be.

“Of course,” Harry said pulling his wallet from his pocket. She was floored. Her mouth hung open while Harry tipped the man, and he spent a moment choosing the flower he wanted. After picking a beautiful pastel pink peony, Harry thanked the man once more and he handed the flower to her. “You were saying?” He asked and continued walking as if he hadn’t just bought her entire heart for a three-dollar flower. Her heart struggled to catch up as she twirled the stem between her fingers.

“Oh...um...” she shook her head as she skipped a few paces to get back to his side. She wondered if Harry noticed how taken she actually was. She was going to ask this question either way, but now the flower felt like a sign. And she had more hope than she should have had. But she couldn’t help it.

Harry was walking in the park with her on their day off when he easily could have said no. Hung out with friends. He could have gone on a date. But instead, he was beside her, wearing way too comfy clothes that looked almost better than his suits. “I was going to ask if you...dated at all...just because you never bring any girls around...and I have a follow up question if you do.”

He chuckled at her question. “I date,” he said.

“Am I ruining that?” She asked.

Harry thought about it because yeah, she kind of did. He wanted to date her, but she was so perfect, so beautiful, so...busy and... well Harry could go on, but he was still trying not to impose after her bad breakup. “In what sense, kitten?” He decided to ask her instead.

She was spinning the flower gently between her fingers and Harry liked to believe they looked like the cutest of couples. The flower was delicate and pretty, just like her. “M’just always around...and ve’been pretty needy for touches and things lately...just seems unfair.”

She glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye. The view of his profile was somehow almost hotter than directly looking at his face. It was probably because his jawline could cut glass and she wanted to kiss all along his throat.  He was grinning wickedly. “I certainly don’t mind the cuddling, kitten,” he promised cutely. That seemed flirty. But how else was he supposed to respond to her line of questioning? Still, she flushed and didn’t care if he saw.

“M’serious,” she said. Harry saw the way her eyebrows furrowed together—cutely, of course. How did she not know she was his favorite thing? That he was going to be a mess if she ever moved out? How dense was she to not know he adored her?

“M’just not into the whole dating thing right now,” he said. Not if they’re not you. He wanted to add. Her heart shattered. Not that it should have. Not that he knew.

“Oh,” she said simply.

“M’just pretty busy with work right now. I wouldn’t really ‘ve time t’give her all m’attention right now,” he explained. “S’okay though. Work will be dying down soon and hopefully I’ll have more time for those matters,” he said. She was grateful she had the flower to look at because she felt like shit. She doesn’t know why she asked Harry if he was dating but part of her hoped for a positive answer. Or an answer that was more like Yes, kitten. I’ve been waiting to ask you out because I want to date you and rip all your clothes off on that balcony.

But instead, he was busy. She didn’t expect that. And she hated the idea. Not that she could tell him. It broke her heart.

When she was lying in bed that night, she cried into the pillow that still smelled like Harry from their last impromptu sleepover. Harry stared out the window from his bed imagining how her body felt wrapped in his arms back in January. He vowed he would never let anything hurt her again and he had no idea how he was torturing her.

*

It was Sunday morning. Harry had just come out of the shower after his morning run when his phone rang. He was just hearing the last couple rings as he wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried to the living room to grab it. He was still dripping wet all across his floors as he made his way to the balcony to get better service on his call. It was then he was subject to the most incredible of happenstances.

As he closed his slider with a thud, the broom she had used to sweep the night before (after they spilled so much flour all across his floors while baking cookies) was rested against the slider. That was until it fell and wedged itself against the slider. Harry forgot about his phone call. He shouldn’t have answered a work call on a Sunday anyway. He felt betrayed by the slider door. Staring at it in complete shock, all he could see was his reflection. In a towel.

Shit.

He tugged at the door, but it didn’t budge. Blowing out a breath he thanked the heavens it wasn’t freezing out. He eyed the railing between their apartments knowing she had his key. He sent her a text in warning. Hey kitten. You won’t believe this, but I’m trapped on my balcony in just a towel. Can you grab my key and let me in?

He waited a long time. Way longer than he thought he would have. But it was Sunday morning. Maybe she was sleeping in? But she rarely slept past nine AM... ten AM was out of the question. Maybe she was out? No... He would have remembered if she had plans on one of their days off.

After another good five minutes he made the decision to cross over to her balcony. It was extremely awkward with just a towel. He hoped she was home...and that it wasn’t Louis or someone else to see his compromising position.

To his utter shock at how he ended up over here, this had to be the best day of his life. She was vacuuming and was obviously not in possession of her phone. As soon as he saw her, he was grateful she didn’t answer. This was the best thing he’d ever seen.

He did feel intrusive, but he loved her so much. It was impossible not to. He was obsessed with her, and she was so adorable. His chest ached at the sight of her dancing her little heart out while vacuuming. And Louis was right. She did clean in underwear—or at the very least tiny, tiny shorts that had her extremely cute bum poking out of the edges. He wanted to reach out and cup it. Whatever was playing into her ears must have been loud and made her so happy. He was desperate to know the song playing in her ears. She was truly grooving, and Harry couldn’t get enough of her. She was perfect in every way.

Trying to not be an utter creep he tapped on her window knowing he failed immediately. She still couldn’t hear him. Harry was minorly uncomfortable—he felt torn as he was out on the balcony in only a towel but there wasn’t much he could do until she saw him.

So, he couldn’t do anything but awkwardly smile and tap on the window as she danced and vacuumed to the beat. She was the loveliest image and Harry was so grateful he got locked out on his balcony.

After what had to have been the song at least once more on repeat (Harry was memorizing her dance moves). She finally turned around. She yanked the headphones out of her ears and covered her face with her hand.

Harry stopped tapping and smiled sweetly while she gathered herself for a moment. She tugged the oversized t-shirt down as much as she could. It was futile as it barely covered the pair of whatever she was wearing to keep her from being completely...well indecent wouldn’t have been the right word. Harry would find her totally decent in nothing and dancing herself around the apartment. As she made her way to the slider, her lips parted to speak and then she pressed them together as she pulled the slider out of the way. “I...am so sorry you saw that.”

“Honestly, kitten, m’not,” he chuckled, and she moved out of the way so he could come in. “I texted you,” he said.

Her cheeks were bright red, and she glanced at the counter where her phone was abandoned. “I...listen to music really loud while I clean.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled again. Somehow, she was more awkward sounding despite the fact he was more naked than she was. “The broom locked m’slider shut,” he explained.

“Oh,” she said simply. She was avoiding eye contact. And she found an interest in her abandoned vacuum cleaner lying in the middle of her living room.

He had no idea how hot he was. She was right about the many, many tattoos that adorned his body. The suits, the comfy clothes, they had nothing on Harry in comparison to him naked. All that stood between her and what had to be all his...incredible glory was a stupid white towel. She felt herself swooning at the sight of him.

How long was he out on that balcony for? She wished she started her chores with the watering of plants. She could have seen him sooner; she could have been outside when he was out there and then maybe she could have convinced him to fuck her on the balcony.

But she would settle for the inside.

“Kitten?” He asked. “Y’okay?” He wondered after she didn’t speak for a moment.

“I’m...extremely embarrassed,” she said and looked all around the room. It was true in more ways than one. She was a horrible dancer, but she loved to do it when she was alone. And Harry had seen her dancing so stupidly as she vacuumed.

“You’re more clothed than me,” he chuckled. She wished he wasn’t so dense.

“I...” And only because Harry was obsessed with her, and because she was so utterly beautiful and funny and...so many other wonderful things he adored about her, he was trained to look at her...especially with barely a square of fabric and an oversized shirt separating him from seeing every part of her...every part of her he wanted to devour...

It was only because he couldn’t look away from her, he saw her eyes flick to where the towel was cinched at his waist. “I really want to yank your towel off,” she rushed out. Her cheeks pinked again.

She knocked the breath out of him. He was speechless for a moment. His mouth literally almost watered as his jaw dropped.

He couldn’t thank the broom handle enough for this moment. Harry’s heart fluttered and just beneath the towel throbbed. “Kitten,” he said almost breathlessly. “I would love if you did,” he said simply.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed with relief and then there was no longer space between them.

He felt so solid against her frame. She was of course used to the cuddling but now this was going elsewhere...he felt different, and it made her ache for him in a way she only dreamed. She was looking forward to tracing all his tattoos with her tongue as she imagined so over the last year or so. She moaned audibly against his lips, and he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him, somehow. Her t-shirt pinched above the underwear she was wearing and every part of her felt on fire. She was so grateful for the broom handle.

Her hands were in his hair. Her fingers gripping the damp strands of his hair and finally, finally, finally after all the months and months of imagining the shape of her lips against his, the taste of her tongue on his lips, the feeling of her body pressed against his in a way that he hadn’t felt before...he didn’t have to imagine anymore.

And it was so much better than his imagination ever could have done.

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