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#not me taking a brief break from never talking or caring about the personal lives of skaters
revkooks · 10 months
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“trust issues”
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pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: strangers/friends to lovers, fluff, smut
summary: you’ve spent the past two years preaching about how much you enjoy being single and that dating was never a concern for you, until you meet jeon jungkook, the sweetest guy around, who completely changes that idea for you.
word count: 8.5k
warnings: nsfw, contains smut, alcohol consumption, unprotected s*x, oral (f receiving), brief bl*wjob, spanking, rough s*x, creampies, c*m eating, f*ngering, brief h*ndjob, heavy making out
Laughter fills the quiet room of your apartment as you and your two closest friends, Chae and Jennie, catch up on the latest gossip you had to share while sharing drinks and overall having a good time. It'd been too long since you'd went out of your way to have a full girls night, it felt good to finally have that closure as you certainly weren't receiving it from anyone else.
You were, what do they call it? Celibate, you guess you could say. You were painfully single. Dating never turned out right for you which lead you to wherever you were now, single for two years and counting. You never understood why dating was such a big fuss within your friend group, you'd been pestered multiples times to even go out and 'catch a dick' but you felt weirded out by the thought. You were a strong believer of destiny and if you were to meet someone you'd want it to reach you first instead of joining dating apps.
So when the topic of dating inevitably came up, you almost rolled your eyes unintentionally, ready to hear what every single friend of yours had been telling you for the past two years come from both Jennie and Chae's mouth as they collectively turned to you. "You know, Y/N", Jennie started, "It's been awhile since I've seen you with a man. Don't you think it's time to overcome this dating break of yours and meet someone new? You never know, your soulmate could be right around the corner."
You instantly waved her off, "Thank you, Jen, but I'm fine. I don't understand why everyone assumes you need to date to be happy, I'm just fine on my own."
"There's more to it than being happy. I mean, having a partner is like having a best friend who you can love and share affection with at the same time." Chae butts in, before adding, "and sex—most people love sex, don't deny it."
All you could do was laugh softly and scoff a little at her vulgar choice of words, you didn't disagree with her but you also brushed it off being the stubborn girl you were, you knew what you wanted and didn't feel the need to take in their words when it didn't mean anything to you. After some continuous bickering they finally decided to let the topic go after finally accepting the fact that you wouldn't budge, sharing detailed stories about their own personal lives as more laughter chimed in. You were already far gone at that point, lost in your own world and thoughts as you stared down at your feet situated on the floor, your mood had dropped slightly from the conversation prior to this one.
It wasn't that it was Chae nor Jennie's fault, it was the fact the topic of dating had been brought up countless times to you and you gave the same response each time so you never understood why you were constantly bugged.
"I'm fine by myself."
"I'm just not interested."
"Dating doesn't concern me."
Those words played in your head and while it was true you also knew deep down what the major problem surrounding you not wanting to date was.
The cause was undoubtedly your past and last relationship with your former boyfriend, Eunwoo. It all started 5 years ago when you met and even from your first interaction with him you were starstruck. He was utterly gorgeous, not only that but his personality was perfect, he was sweet, patient and caring towards you, he treated you the best you'd ever been treated and always had you feeling like you were still talking to your crush 2 years into your relationship. Then when the 3rd year hit, something in him just drastically switched, it was like he was an entirely different person around you and you couldn't bare it. He was irritable, finding all the many different reasons to somehow get mad at you and when he wasn't mad he was simply neutral, never acknowledging your affection or 'I love you's.' The most you got back in response was a nonchalant 'You too.'
Something wasn't right and you knew it, if he couldn't even bring himself to tell you he loves you then why the hell was he still with you? Your gut told you he was too busy giving someone else what he was supposed to give to you though you were too in denial. Flash forward a few weeks, you come home early from work one night and there he was, with another girl. Your heart had shattered and you resorted to kicking him out the apartment, now 2 years later and you feel like you still may be wallowing in self pity with the whole dating hiatus concept.
Honestly, fuck it. If your friends were right after all then you supposed only time would tell, you still weren't interested in looking for anyone and it was going to stay that way.
Your friends had already left by the next morning, you were stationed in the kitchen, about to make breakfast until you opened the fridge and realized you were out of eggs. "For fuck's sake", you cursed beneath your breath, shutting it again before walking towards your apartment door and pulling your jacket off the rack hanging up. Luckily for you a drive to the grocery store was about five minutes away, you hurried over to your car, unlocked it and made your way there.
You instantly scurried over to the aisle where the eggs were, grabbing the box and already preparing to walk to the cashier before a voice interrupts you, stopping you in your tracks. "In a rush, huh?" The male laughs breathlessly, you turn back around to catch a glimpse of him and—damn. He was attractive, his eyes creasing as he smiled down at you, dark bangs adorning his face and a sleeve tattoo covering his arm. You simply nodded, "Yeah, I don't need anything else, plus I'm very hungry." He paused for a moment, you assumed your little interaction was over before he continued, "That's a shame, you looked like you needed help, I was already willing." You couldn't help but smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Nope, but I appreciate the kindness, __” “Jungkook." He quickly adds, "Jungkook." You repeat, "I'm Y/N."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N, I hope to see you around again some time", Jungkook flashes you a bunny grin and from that you can see he also has a lip piercing slightly hidden away, you must admit, it suited him. You agree with a subtle bow of your head, "You too!", and with an exchanged 'bye' you both proceeded to approach your designated areas, shaking off the cute yet awkward interaction you just had as you place the one thing you brought on the cashier's desk. You quickly paid and swiftly exited the store, completely unaware of Jungkook's gaze on your back.
"Dude, why didn't you get her number?" Jungkook's best friend, Jimin, exclaims as he nudges the younger on his shoulder before taking a sip of his drink. "I don't know, it felt strange to ask. Chances are we might meet again and hopefully in a better environment, that's when I'll shoot my shot." He shakes his head almost disappointedly before continuing to blankly stare at the TV in front of him. "Why did you even put this shit on? You know I'm not a fan of reality shows." Jungkook asks the other as 'Love Island' blasts on the TV, the loud intro resonating through the room. Jimin shrugs his shoulders and calmly responds, "It's entertaining at least, and it might help with your poor flirting skills", the last sentence earned a piercing glare from Jungkook, narrowing his eyes at Jimin before standing up and walking into the kitchen. "Whatever, I'm gonna grab a drink."
Jimin waves the other off and continues focusing his attention purely on the screen in front of him, Jungkook pouring himself a glass of water in the meantime, thoughts of you swarming his mind as he fought to get rid of them. He was finding it almost impossible, your conversation, if you could even call it that, was weeks ago and by now he knew you'd forgotten about it but he hadn't. You were just so cute, gorgeous even, he was intrigued by you and if you were in a better setting he knew by now you'd have his number in your phone and he'd be getting to know you. The literal only thing he knew about you was that you liked eggs, and that did absolutely nothing for him.
He was determined, thoughts like these weren't a normal occurrence for him so you were really special, whatever it took to meet you again, he didn't care, it was going to happen. Fuck, why didn't he give you his number? Jimin was right.
"Dude, get in here!" He heard from the living room, heading back inside with his glass of water in hand, taking a small sip before sitting back down beside the other with a questioning, raised eyebrow. "What is it?", he asked, to which Jimin replied, "We're going clubbing. You needa take your mind off this shit, maybe even find a girl whilst you're at it." Jungkook audibly scoffed, Jimin's sudden request catching him off guard although he agreed with a shrug of his shoulders, "Alright, but maybe not the last part."
You were seated on your couch, sprawled out lazily as you flicked through channels before you heard your phone ping, sitting upright to grab it off the table and read what was displayed on the screen.
chae: get ready, you're going out with us
you: when did i agree to this? and who is us?
chae: it's gonna be fun, y/n. just me, you, jen and lisa.
You sighed, it wouldn't kill to go out, right? It'd been awhile, you used to love partying but recently you've found yourself turning any invite down, something was telling you this'd be different and it'd do you good, so you sat in thought before typing a response.
you: fine, what time will u be here?
chae: 7 on the dot
Setting your phone aside, you gathered the strength to hop off your couch and make your way upstairs to your bedroom, you had a few dresses you could wear for tonight that you found pretty so you rummaged through your closet before finding an ideal one. You held it in front of your body to get a clearer perspective of how'd you look in it before stepping out of your silk pajamas and slipping the dress on, adjusting it a little before taking one last look at yourself with a wide smile. You had no clue why you hadn't worn this before, it complimented you well and hugged your curves perfectly, it wasn't too revealing but it had a slit that started mid thigh.
You took a quick glimpse at your clock as it read 6:05 pm, that gave you just under an hour to complete your makeup which you figured would be enough time considering you wanted to go for a rather simplistic look, so without another thought you swiftly took a seat in front of your mirror and got started.
Time passed by quicker than you'd expected and you were startled to hear your doorbell ringing from downstairs, luckily for you you'd already finished up your look and after one last brief moment of checking yourself out, you were taking your bag, keys and phone with you and rushing down the steps to your front door. You got into your heels before opening the door for Chae who welcomed you with a bright smile, looking like a proud sister.
"You look fucking hot, Y/N", she complimented, earning a blush from you before you shook your head at her words and pulled her in for a warm hug, "So do you, now let's get going, I wanna last awhile before my feet start hurting." She nodded in agreement and brought you to the car parked outside where your two other friends, Jennie and Lisa were situated inside, you joined them and Chae began driving shortly after.
Loud music rang through your ears as soon as the four of you entered the club, you'd forgotten how different this was but you'd be lying if you said your adrenaline wasn't already pumping, your inner party girl side really revealing itself when you quickly found yourself walking towards the bar for your first drink of the night. You weren't certain of how long you were gonna last until the alcohol kicks in and you also weren't planning on drinking a lot, but it wouldn't kill to have one or two.
Lisa came over to join you, making herself comfortable on the high stool beside you, you'd only noticed her once she greeted you with an attempted, loud, "Are you having fun?", which was almost impossible considering how much the music drowned out her words. You turned your head in her direction before offering her a contented smile, "So far, yeah. We haven’t been here long enough for me to tell.” You spoke out, glancing around the area before resting your elbow on the bar and your chin on your palm.
“You wanna take a shot of tequila?” Lisa asked, to which you blatantly agreed, “fuck it.” The both of you ordered a shot and on the count of 3, downing it as you hissed simultaneously, the burning sensation wasn’t at all pleasant. You both went on to carry a conversation after that before Lisa got up to dance after asking you if it was okay, you wanted her to have fun, you were sure you’d find someone else to hang out with either way, you were a social butterfly at heart.
Jungkook and Jimin stumbled into the club, they were hardly dressed for the occasion as they both agreed to head out as soon as Jimin proposed the idea, Jungkook scrunched his nose ever so slightly before turning to the older who seemed to already be on his way to a table. He followed after him and they took a seat, “I’ll go get us drinks”, the younger declared and got up from the seat he had hardly sat down on before making his way over to the bar.
Unnoticeably he had taken the seat beside you, you were too busy being in your own world to notice him as he ordered for him and Jimin, he gazed at the woman next to him before looking back at the bar, then doing a double take because he swore the girl seemed all too familiar. His lips parted slowly as he caught a better glimpse of you and, to his surprise, it in fact was you. He almost couldn’t believe it for some reason despite the town you lived in being relatively small and the club popular, he just didn’t think he was going to see you again.
“Y/N!” He called out beside you, catching your attention and making you face him, your lips instantly curving up into a smile as you see the male in front of you. You were slightly shocked he remembered you considering your interaction at the grocery store was awhile ago and you barely had a real conversation, but his thoughtfulness meant a lot to you.
“Hey, Jungkook! I didn’t expect to see you here. How are you?” You spoke softly but loud enough for him to hear you, “I’m good, better now you’re here.” He gave you that same smile you adored the first time you saw, his words also making you feel somewhat special. “How are you?” Jungkook added, “I’ve been okay. I was kinda forced to come to this party but hey, it’s not too bad now.” You emphasized the last part to make him aware it was about him, feeling somewhat shy.
“Not gonna lie, my friend also forced me here—well, dragged, I did agree but it wasn’t my idea”, he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he eyed the beaming room, why did every time you meet have to be in such an inconvenient place?
Jungkook then remembered he was here with Jimin, the bartender placing the drinks he’d ordered in front of him and then he gazed back at you, “I’ll be right back, don’t want him getting mad at me”, you nodded understandably and watched Jungkook scurry with the drinks in his hands to what seemed to be the table he and his friend were at. Jimin could tell just by his gaze something had happened and Jungkook was already starting as he set the drinks down, not taking a seat because he knew he’d be going back to you.
“Dude, she’s here, the girl I was telling you about. I can’t pass this opportunity up so I’m gonna get her number this time, go have fun.” Jungkook rushed back to you and Jimin just shrugged, “more drinks for me.”
He made his way through the crowd to find you still in your seat as expected, he spoke up before you could, “You wanna get out of here? I’m not really feeling it.” You nodded, already getting out of your seat, “I’m not either, but I don’t have a ride, do you?”
Jungkook took your hand and lead you out the club, his voice finally clear as he replied, “My car’s over here, I’ll take you home.” You thanked him and shuffled into the passenger’s seat as he made his way to the driver’s, starting up the car’s engine and beginning to drive off while asking you for your location and heading towards there once you gave him it. You both talked about whatever, bonding over different things this time and actually forming the chance to get to know each other more, you were warming up to Jungkook and it felt like he was the same.
His car eventually stopped outside your house, you thanked him once again before opening the door, he called out to you. Now was his chance.
“Here, give me your phone, I’m gonna give you my number just incase you ever wanna talk”, you opened your bag to take your phone out before displaying it in front of him and allowing him to type his number in, you checked back and giggled inaudibly as you read the name he’d put in for himself: “Kook.”
You waved him off goodbye, reminding him to text you when he made it home safe to which he agreed before driving away, leading you to stumble into your apartment after managing to unlock it after a few failed attempts before instantly finding your way to your couch and slumping on it, ripping your heels off that were as you expected, painfully causing your feet to ache. You’d wasted no time to switch your TV back on and play one of your comfort shows, Modern Family, as background noise while you went upstairs to change back into your comfiest pair of pajamas.
Being at home like this is what you enjoyed the most, you appreciated the small amount of time you spent at the club since it got you out with your friends and also granted you the opportunity to meet Jungkook once again, who you actually had been thinking about after that one interaction you two shared but the thought eventually slipped from your mind since you figured you maybe weren’t going to meet again like he said after all, but you were wrong.
You learned a few key details about Jungkook from the conversation you had during the car ride. He was 25, a year older than you, he lived alone and had a doberman and you so happened to be a dog lover so you bonded over that, he likes art and dancing and he’s currently single, something you were relieved about because you were the only single friend in your group and you didn’t want the joys of another taken person flaunting their relationship.
You heard your phone buzz on the table opposite your couch as you came back downstairs in your silky pajamas, biting your lip to hide your obvious smile once you saw Jungkook was the one who’d texted you.
kook: made it home safe, thank you for tonight :)
kook: he was waiting for me
kook: [attachment: image]
A picture of his dog, Bam, lights up your screen and you let out a small laugh seeing the dog laying beside the door as if he was in fact waiting for Jungkook, you respond with an ‘awww’ before thanking him yet again for the ride home, you both begin a conversation from that point until you feel yourself yawning, indicating you were tired and ready to go to bed for the night. It was already 10 pm, you’d been chatting to Jungkook through messages and exchanging silly memes with each other for so long you hadn’t even noticed how quick time passed by. You dimmed the lights in your house and made your way upstairs to your bedroom, shuffling onto your mattress and beneath the bedsheets, receiving a sweet goodnight message from Jungkook and with that you set your phone aside and closed your eyes, dozing off the happiest you’ve been in awhile.
Friday, 3:30 pm.
“Finally”, you sigh. You quickly tore your apron off and hung it up on the rack before clocking out of work for the day, you were about to leave the coffee shop before a certain someone walked in, greeting you with a wide smile and you were definitely surprised to see him. “Kook, what are you doing here?” You asked, he held his hand up to his chest, pretending to be offended, “I like coffee, you know”, you playfully rolled your eyes and you were about to turn around to take his order before he stopped you, “I’m kidding, I’m not here for coffee, I’m here to see you.” You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter, you let out a small laugh, “You showed up as soon as I clocked out, that’s dedication.”
You walk out from the bar situated in front of you to stand directly in front of him, reaching up to pinch his cheek teasingly, “But I appreciate it, thank you for coming here.” He smiles and nods his head at you before speaking once again, “also, I came to ask, are you interested in going to the movies with me this weekend? I wanna see the new Guardians of the Galaxy.” His words almost earned a chuckle out of you, you weren’t the biggest fan but with his doe eyes and promising expression, you couldn’t turn him down. “Of course, Kook, I’d love to.”
Did this mean you two were going on a date? Maybe it didn’t, you don’t know how Jungkook viewed you but for now you both were just friends, and friends can go and see a movie together alone without it being a date.
Jungkook’s face lit up in excitement, he mumbled a soft ‘yes’ beneath his breath before glancing around the small coffee shop, it was particularly empty so he decided to lead you to a table for two and treat you with a coffee for yourself. You couldn’t fathom how he was so sweet, undeniably attractive and overall perfect yet still single? Jungkook was utterly charming, you found yourself involuntarily admiring him as he got up to order you a drink and you quickly snapped out of it once you realized what you were doing. There’s no way you were falling for him, right? Just months ago you were preaching about how you wanted to stay single and it was gonna stay that way and yet here Jungkook was, completely changing that for you.
You doubt Jungkook even saw you in that way, every kind gesture of his seemed to be friendly to you, unless you were just completely unaware. Perhaps you were in denial? Dating has always been such an no-go for you, it’s like you were off limits but not at the same time, you have said that when the time comes you’ll let it be and this might be the time you were referring to you’re experiencing right now. Over the past month, you and Jungkook have grown closer and closer and you’ve been texting nonstop, you know so much about him as he does with you, you haven’t had many chances to see each other though which is why you appreciated him coming to your workplace.
Now on Saturday you were finally being gifted the chance to spend a day with this man and you were most definitely excited about it, it’d maybe put your thoughts of possibly falling for him at ease.
You snapped out of it as he came back with the drink in his hand and that infamous bunny smile plastered on his face, placing it down in front of you, you offered a small ‘thank you’ before taking it in your own hand and beginning to quietly sip on it. You eventually finished and the two of you were standing up and exiting the building, calling it a day, he made sure to tell you he’d be picking you up at 5:30 tomorrow and you made a mental note of that. You rushed to your car and headed inside before driving back to your apartment after a long, boring day (aside from seeing Jungkook), and you spent a lot of time pondering about tomorrow rather than doing your usual activities.
The next morning arrived quickly, it was also the day of your ‘date’ with Jungkook, or platonic hanging out, whatever it was. You were over the moon as you got out of bed, and you were never typically a morning person so that spoke for itself. Jungkook had already sent you his daily ‘good morning’ text that he always manages to send before you wake up, his small efforts to make you happy genuinely meant a lot to you because everything he did was just so well thought out. You had a lot of time before he was going to arrive to pick you up so you didn’t need to worry, making your way downstairs and preparing your breakfast.
Jungkook was still happy over the fact you even said yes to watching this movie with him, he didn’t know you were a fan of Guardians of the Galaxy, were you?
Whatever, he thought to himself. Jungkook wasn’t going to lie, he’d been thinking about you way more often recently and it seemed like his brain was just accumulated with thoughts of nothing but you. He felt bad, almost. You had no idea about his secret crush on you, he didn’t want to say anything or make a move just yet despite you being in a friendship for quite awhile now. He couldn’t tell how you felt about him, he wanted to wait for an occasion like a date, you’d be alone and spending quality time together and that in his opinion was a great way to start something more. Jimin sometimes would urge Jungkook to take it a step further but he never complied, it’s not that he was nervous—maybe he was—he didn’t know, he was conflicted.
He wasn’t conflicted about his feelings towards you, he knows he likes you and he’s known it ever since he saw you in that grocery store, he was conflicted about your feelings towards him. You flirt over text, you compliment each other and now you’re getting ready to see a movie together, you could’ve shut him down but you didn’t. Then again, you may just see him as a friend and this could be a friendly date to you, that’s why he doesn’t know what to do.
Jungkook sighed to himself softly, he checked his phone incase there were any new texts from you before deciding to just set it down and go and take a shower, already preparing for the date 5 hours prior.
5:25 pm.
“He’s gonna be here any second now”, you mumbled to yourself, you checked your outfit in the mirror and made any necessary readjustments. You decided to wear a white crop-top and a miniskirt, throwing on your jacket to complete the look before shuffling into your shoes. That’s when you heard your doorbell ringing, quickly standing up from the couch to open it and you were met with a cheerful Jungkook, “Hi”, he spoke softly, to which you replied back, “Hey”, you gave him a smile and he helped you outside, his hand splayed on your back.
“You looked beautiful, by the way”, you heard him address, your cheeks flared with a slight tint of blush as you thanked him, he lead you to the car and began driving you two to the theatre.
You both arrived and you followed Jungkook inside as he fisted his hands inside his pockets, waiting in the small line for the tickets to the movie as you glanced at the different foods they had on the menu, Jungkook turning his head in your direction before he asked, “You want anything? Popcorn?”, you suddenly felt shy and also bad as he had already offered to pay for the movie and now additionally snacks so you shook your head.
“You sure?”, he spoke again, “I don’t mind. It’s my treat, after all.” To which you finally agreed and asked for a simple small popcorn but he still ordered you and himself a drink alongside it, paying for the tickets as well. You both walked to the designated room for the movie and took your seats, he’d picked ones that were right at the back of the theatre and you weren’t complaining because you hated sitting up close. You got the best view from back here.
After awhile, the lights dim and the screen extends, Jungkook’s already shuffling around in anticipation while occasionally taking a sip of his drink and you can’t help but find him adorable, you didn’t mean to focus on him more than the movie. You hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring so you quickly focused on the big screen in front of you. You hear laughs and different reactions from the audience at every other scene, you find yourself getting comfortable in your seat and eventually you’re drawn into the movie just like everybody else.
Jungkook was stealing glances at you as well, you looked too damn good in your outfit, he could see your curves as the skirt hugged them perfectly and then his eyes trailed further up to your lips, he wanted to kiss them. He was content just seeing you enjoying the movie, you were like his own personal movie as he found himself enjoying watching you way more. Was he being weird? Probably. Did he care? Not really.
You go to glance at him only to realize he already was, you make eye contact and for a moment it’s awkward but Jungkook just silently laughs and smiles at you, turning back to the movie. You were blushing by that point, trying to get over your own thoughts as you fixated your gaze on the screen.
By the time the movie was over, Jungkook was emotional and so were you, but he definitely expressed it more as he walked out the room with you, going on about his favorite parts of the movie and how much of a wreck it made him. You chuckled at how dramatic he was, he eventually came down from it and he yet again splayed a hand across your back, giving it a gentle rub before walking you out the theatre completely. “Thank you for seeing that with me, you’re honestly the best.”
“You’re the best for taking me, Kook. I enjoyed it a lot.” You rested your head against his shoulder tiredly, the movie was pretty damn long so by the time you two were out it was already 8 pm. He ended up taking you back home and you continuously thanked him for the amazing night, you were definitely planning on doing this again with him some time. You entered your apartment, replaying the moments in your head. He made you so happy, you couldn’t believe how much your boring life had changed upon meeting Jungkook, he appreciated you and showed you what it’s like to be cherished. He was always so sweet to you, Jungkook had a heart of gold and constantly went out of his way to do things he knew would make you happy.
He’d asked you what your favorite type of flowers were one day and after you replied with ‘roses’, he showed up at your workplace with a bouquet full of them. No guy has ever bought you flowers, not even Eunwoo, that had you thinking back on your last relationship and suddenly you were distraught again.
Eunwoo was sweet at first as well, then it went downhill. That wasn’t to say that Jungkook would be the same but this is exactly why you had trouble with dating after him, you had trust issues. You were convinced Jungkook was the sweetest guy and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you but you also felt that way with Eunwoo at first. You didn’t wanna paint Jungkook out to be any type of bad guy because he’s shown that he’s nothing but good to you, you’re just an overthinker and you can’t help but get flashbacks of your stupid ex-boyfriend whenever something like this happens to you.
You didn’t want Jungkook to have to put up with this if you ever even reached the point of a relationship. Your issues weren’t his problem, it’s not his fault you’re scared to commit.
You narrowed your eyebrows as you thought of Eunwoo again, if you never met him things would’ve been fine. Now he’s probably out there living his best life and you’re still stuck on the damage he gave you.
But when you thought of Jungkook, a whole new wave of happiness swarmed through your body and everything about him put you at ease, you felt safe around him, he treated you like you were the only girl in the world. You had to admit, you were falling for him, and that’s something you thought would never happen with anyone.
“I’m falling for him.” You declared, almost a little nervously as you glanced back and forth between Chae and Jennie.
You’re surprised when Jennie exclaims, “See! I told you so. I knew you liked him, this is perfect. I’ve always wanted you to be with someone just like Jungkook.” And you turned to Chae who only shrugs as though she was silently agreeing with Jennie. Their reactions do make you laugh but you also roll your eyes slightly because you’d been over this with them before, that you don’t want to date and you don’t need a man and here you were, a few months later, stating you’d met someone.
They knew about Jungkook already, after you left them at that party you had to apologize and Lisa caught you out, telling the whole groupchat she noticed you walking away with a guy by your side so then you had to explain the full story in detail. They were happy for you but it was also a semi “I told you so” moment which had you scoffing, you didn’t like defeat and them taunting you only made it worse. Your friends were practically like the sisters you never had, they were constantly looking out for you so if Jungkook was approved by them you figured that had to mean something good. You don’t think they’ve ever met him and if they have then you certainly don’t remember, but given the amount of stories you’ve told them, they have a good enough vision of who he is and what he acts like.
You really didn’t think in a million years you’d be here with your friends at your apartment, admitting you finally like somebody but that’s just life. You never know what’s around the corner, you certainly didn’t expect Jungkook.
Jungkook was on the same page as you, he was telling Jimin all sorts of things about you, what your favorite movie was, your favorite book, food, things to eat, songs—he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t say he was in love but he was just so infatuated by you, Jimin didn’t seem to mind Jungkook’s chattering as he was his personal wingman after all and this is what he’s always wanted for his younger friend. He loved seeing him happy even if he enjoyed teasing him about it at times.
“You’re obsessed, bro”, Jimin snorted, Jungkook shot him a glare, “I’m not, I just like her a lot. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
A few days went by, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you instantly knew who it was, swiping upwards on your screen to open the message as a smile spread across your lips.
kook: can i come over?
kook: i miss you
You replied with a ‘yes’ and then you were sat on your couch awaiting his arrival. Jungkook had been visiting more frequently recently, your feelings for each other were still unknown but your friends most definitely knew, you both had no idea you’d been talking about how much you like one another and yet you still haven’t had the guts to say it upfront.
It wasn’t long until you heard a knock on your front door, you got up to answer and expectedly you were greeted by Jungkook, you stepped aside to welcome him in before heading back over to your place on the couch, offering him the seat beside you. He sat down and the couch slightly dipped from the added weight, he subconsciously wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you inched yourself closer towards him.
“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked as you turned to look up at him, he responded with a small hum, “Sure, do you have Netflix?” You nodded and clicked the Netflix option on your controller before flicking through different movies to watch, you just settled on a random one that seemed funny to you and Jungkook didn’t mind that. You didn’t have to necessarily be talking to him to enjoy his presence, you appreciated just silently cuddling like this on the couch while watching a movie.
You couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched, though, moving your head from your position to gaze up at Jungkook and as you thought, you were correct. He was staring at you and he didn’t bother to look away even after you caught him, you nervously laughed and mumbled out a quiet, “what?”, to which he didn’t answer at first but after a few moments he spoke up.
“You’re just so beautiful, Y/N. And I mean that.” You swallowed harshly at his words, trying to suppress your smile but of course you failed and gave him a wide grin—he wasn’t done yet, though. “Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I’ve felt things I’ve never felt before and I know it’s taken me awhile to say this but, I do like you.”
You didn’t even know how to respond, the only thing you could think of was to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, which you did.
Jungkook was quick to return it, you could sense his eagerness just by having his lips on yours and you loved it, you fluttered your eyes shut in contentment while deepening the kiss gradually, throwing a leg over his knee and he easily obliged, grabbing onto your thigh to forcefully prop you on top of his lap. Your lips meshed with one another’s perfectly, you let out a small gasp as he sucked on your bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside due to your mouth falling open, you slid your arms from around his neck down to his chest and finally they found a place on his cheeks.
He knitted his eyebrows slightly, pulling back to catch his breath and also mumble out, “Let’s go upstairs, yeah?”
You barely made it inside your room before the door was being slammed shut and Jungkook was using his strength to pull you into his chest, leaning down to reconnect your lips into another messy kiss, you couldn’t get enough of each other. He lead you towards the bed by pushing you back step by step until you eventually stumbled and fell onto the mattress, Jungkook swiftly climbing on top of you with his lips still pressed against yours. His hands roamed your body, feeling every curve he’d been oh so desperate to touch and now he finally was, he finally had you and he wasn’t going to let you go. He’d spent months thinking about you, jerking off to the thought of you, now that you were underneath him he wanted to do everything he’d dreamed of.
Jungkook was the first to break the long lasting kiss, the both of you catching your breaths while he was already in a rush to remove his shirt, impatiently undoing the buttons one by one until he finally managed to slide it down his arms and your thighs were already clenching at just the sight of his toned abs. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, sliding a hand beneath the expanse of your back to lift you up and carefully roll your panties down your legs with the other, your skirt coming off next. You spread your legs for him, causing him to groan softly as he positioned himself in front of you with his face hovering in front of your pussy and lower body almost off the bed. “Been dreaming of this pussy for so long”, he sighed out quietly, “You don’t know how much I’ve craved to be inside of you, Y/N.”
His words made you whimper softly, you were practically begging for him at this point as you eased your pussy closer to his face and he took the hint, burying his face between your thighs and already lapping his tongue over your entire cunt. He stopped at your clit and began teasing it with the tip of his tongue at a slow pace, you whined lowly and arched your back, a hand coming down to tangle within his hair as he worked his mouth along your pussy perfectly.
“You taste so fucking sweet”, he mumbled against your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds and collecting your essence with it before wrapping his lips around your clit and hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as he sucked, making your pussy a complete mess. His drool seeped down his chin and landed on different parts of your cunt, meshing with your own slick and making you so unbelievably wet. Jungkook released a breathy moan at your taste, relishing in it every time he brought his tongue back up to meet your clit, his lips continuing to suck before he eventually drew back and slid his ring and middle finger inside of you.
The unexpected action caused your back to arch even higher, his fingers reached parts of you you didn’t know were capable of reaching but Jungkook made it work, curling them on every thrust in while diving back down to continue mercilessly lapping his tongue over your pussy. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you were positive his tongue would make you cum soon enough, your hand desperately grasped at his hair and you unnoticeably pushed him even further into your cunt which made him release a low chuckle.
You lost all composure when Jungkook brought a third finger up, you were so wet he managed to slide it in effortlessly and thrust them all at once in a repetitive rhythm that had you gasping for air, his tongue doing absolute wonders on your clit not making it any easier for you and before you knew it, you were clenching around his digits and cumming hard, your legs shaking intensely for a brief moment.
Jungkook was already in the process of unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down impatiently, releasing his hard cock, taking himself in his own hand and giving himself a few pumps before sitting upright on the bed, discarding his clothes and kicking them off his ankles completely as he positioned himself in front of you.
“Shit, I need you so bad. I can’t wait any longer.” Jungkook whispered out quietly, a quiet hiss following from the pleasure he was already receiving from stroking his cock at a slow pace.
“Please”, you managed to mumble out, hands weakly coming up to slip your top off and unclip your bra, exposing yourself completely to the man in front of you. His gaze fell darker than it already was, cupping both your tits in his hands and thoroughly massaging them before releasing his grasp to dip his head down and take one of your nipples in his mouth, nuzzling his face against your breast simultaneously while sucking. You bit your lip softly and rested your hand on the back of his head, the other coming down to pump his cock for him which made him growl and draw back.
He gently removed your hand off his cock, if you jerked him off he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long and he wanted to cum inside of you. You thought he was about to enter you until you were abruptly flipped over onto your stomach, you felt a hard spank across your ass which made you dig your nails into the bedsheets and whine quietly.
“Up”, Jungkook commanded, his tone had dropped a few octaves lower which made you excited. You did as he told you, arching your back in the air for him with a sway of your hips that had him clicking his tongue. He rested a hand on your waist for support, inching himself closer to you, he was on his knees behind you and now he was dangerously close because you could feel his tip poking your entrance from behind. You were growing impatient, you were waiting him to slide into you already and—
Your thoughts were cut off as soon as you felt his thick cock filling you up, he had completely bottomed out and shoved himself into you all the way, earning a breathy, loud moan from you. He barely granted you with enough time to adjust to his size before pulling out and slamming back in again, he set this repetitive rhythm of drawing back almost all the way just to shut you up with his dick again and it had your toes curling. He hit all the right spots inside you, his hips rocking forward into yours deeply and his tip reaching your gspot effortlessly, you weren’t sure you were going to last long from how hard and well he was fucking you.
He unexpectedly struck another hard slap against your ass and you let out another needy whine, Jungkook was pounding away at your pussy and you heard him occasionally grunt beneath his breath. “Fuck”, he cursed out, “You feel so fucking good around me, so tight.” You purposely clenched at his words and it made him groan quietly, snapping his hips forward in order to forcefully fuck his way through your walls and all you could do was take it, allowing him to use you as he pleased.
Jungkook brought a hand down between where you were connected and he felt around your clit for a moment before dipping his fingers between your folds and deliberately pressing against it, rubbing your clit in a circular motion and applying pressure to make you feel it properly. The stimulation on your clit and the way his cock was ruining your insides was all too much for you, you felt another orgasm coming on and you were just going to let it happen.
He halted for a moment as he was buried all the way inside of you, teasingly rotating his hips and you swore you almost came on the spot, he proceeded with his reckless pace on your cunt and his fingers continued caressing your clit in that same circular motion and with a few more hard thrusts, you were coming undone within seconds beneath him, your pussy contracting around his cock as another orgasm hits you. Jungkook pulled out slowly and flipped you onto your back again, “Wanna see your pretty face when I cum in you”, he murmured out as he leaned down to connect your lips again, you weren’t even sure if you could call this a kiss from how messy it was as he smothered his lips against your own, his hips driving forward which lead to his cock sinking impossibly deeper into you and before you knew it, he was pounding into your cunt once again.
Jungkook traveled a hand down the expanse of your thighs before grabbing onto one and effortlessly throwing it around his waist, the new angle allowing him to thrust further into you, you moaned weakly against his lips as he quietly shushed you and gave you rough, senseless strokes. He released a string of curses as he felt his own high approaching, sitting upright and settling both hands on your waist instead, leaving your leg to dangle around his hips without any support, you weren’t sure if you could keep it up for much longer.
His head hung low, his jaw clenching tightly to suppress the loud moan aching to escape his throat, giving you precisely harder and deeper thrusts until a particular one had him reaching his high, finally spilling his cum inside your pussy with a dragged out, pleasured sigh. He felt himself gradually softening, pulling out before curling his finger in a ‘come here’ motion and you took the hint, crawling towards him on your knees, “Clean me up, baby.”
You wrapped your lips around his tip and made sure to drain the remains of his cum out, lapping them up with your tongue and swallowing all of it. You earned a breathless ‘good girl’ from him, you didn’t stop your movements on his dick and you even went as far as to push your head further down, almost turning it into a blowjob until he stopped you and collapsed beside you on the bed.
“I’m gonna need awhile to recover from that.” Jungkook joked, you giggled softly and laid next to him, hugging his larger body against yours and making yourself comfortable in his arms as he wrapped his around your shoulders like he always does.
“Y/N?” Jungkook spoke out, you hummed in question and he hesitantly continued after a small pause, “I think after that, it’s only right if I ask you the question.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
The wide grin on your face was enough of an answer to him, but he still felt relieved when he heard you say, “Of course I will, dummy.”
You reached up to give him a peck on the lips before resting your head against his shoulder, you both dozed off like that, cradled in each other’s arms and now official.
You never would’ve thought you’d end up in this situation.
But one thing you do know, is that you love Jungkook.
And Jungkook loves you.
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pennylanewrites · 10 months
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[love in the dark] levi ackerman x f!reader
cw + what to expect: angsty levi thinking he’s not good enough for you, self deprecation, talks of a family and kids, nudity (not sexual), brief mentions of battle scars, swearing, jealousy, alcohol consumption, eventual comfort
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levi hated everything he loved about you. you were so loud and talkative and bubbly. always smiling, despite the chaos around you. always caring and laughing and mumbling made-up melodies.
he hated that other people loved those parts of you too. he hated the way erwin would light up when you entered the room, that he somehow found ways to spend more time than needed with you, that hange would tease him playfully about his crush on you, a simple cadet.
but what he hated the most was that he couldn’t speak. he couldn’t kick the living shit out of erwin and punch hange’s stupid face, scream how much he loves you.
because you were a cadet. levi was a captain. it was so inappropriate, him breaking every possible rule and code of honour to be with you.
today was a very bad day. many scouts had lost their lives in an expedition to capture two titans for research. the remaining ones needed an uplift, erwin thought. and now squad leaders, captains, scouts and the fucking commander were sitting in a circle drinking wine.
you couldn’t handle your alcohol. levi was the first person to introduce you to wine, and then whiskey. that was also the first time levi felt old. how young were you that you had never tasted alcohol before?
he smiled to himself at the memory, but the smile faltered when he looked up to see erwin helping you to a couch. you gracefully thanked your commander, slightly embarrassed at how dizzy you were. petra, your friend, looked between you and the commander, giving you a suggestive wiggle of the brows. that didn’t go unnoticed by your captain, whose hand slipped as he poured wine in petra’s glass, turning her white pants a pale hue of red.
something snapped inside of levi as he drank glass after glass of sweet red wine. erwin had so much to offer to you. money, a home, a family. you were listening intently as erwin explained the rules of a card game to you, peering over his shoulder as you sat on the couch and he on the floor.
don’t let your head fall on his shoulder. don’t let your-
a gasp came from levi’s left. of course it was fucking hange.
“i must be boring you.” erwin chuckled when he realised you were falling asleep. “i’ll take you to your dorm.” levi reached the couch with two big steps, protectively standing between you and erwin as you got up.
“i’ll take her.” he was throwing daggers at erwin with his gray eyes, and erwin was surprisingly returning the gaze.
“you don’t have to, captain. take your rest today.” erwin was not giving it up. he gave levi a pleading look, as if saying let me have this, friend.
you’re not my fucking friend, replied levi.
“she’s my soldier, erwin.” you pulled on levi’s jacket, after making sure no one saw. a silent please stop. “lead the way, cadet. you can walk, i assume.” he was cold. more than usual, barely letting you say your good nights to the room.
was he mad at you? you weren’t the one making advances, it was erwin. you didn’t know how to politely turn your commander down, nor did the alcohol running through your veins allow you to.
“your room is that way, is it not?” levi stopped sharply, making you hit his back.
“levi,” when had you ever slept in your room the last two years? “are you mad at me?”
he sighed and turned around, still alert for any guards, or even worse, erwin and hange showing up.
“you’re drunk.” was all he said before walking again, signaling for you to follow. he was silent the rest of the way, silent as he stepped out of his clothes, silent as he grabbed a towel.
“can we take a bath together?” you asked hopefully. deep down you had a feeling he would turn you down. levi was always sour after failed expeditions.
“i want to go to sleep tonight, you take too damn long in the bath.” he was right, but the way he said it made it sound like he was accusing you of being a serial killer.
“okay. you go then, i showered before.” you smiled softly and started taking your clothes off to lay on the clean linen sheets.
levi thought about tonight over and over as he sat in the hot water. he didn’t mean to snap at you, or be so mean. he was pushing you away and into erwin’s arms.
erwin could give you the world. levi could not.
and you deserved the damn world.
he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you taking up the entirety of the bed, stark naked, like you always did.
he loved everything about your body. every curve, every dip, every beauty mark. he loved the healed pink scars on your legs and back, he loved kissing them and caressing them every time you cried that they were ghastly.
he hated what he was about to do.
“don’t you dare.” your voice was quavering. you didn’t dare look away from the ceiling.
“dare what?” levi put his boxers on and tried pushing you to the wall so he could lie down. why are you crying?
“do what you’re about to do, levi.” you moved so he could sit next to you and you both rested your backs on the cold wall.
“if you know what i’m about to do, you also know why.”
“oh, eyebrows is flirting with my girlfriend. time to ruin a perfectly fine two-year relationship.” you were mocking him. he was almost mad at you, but you were trying so hard not to cry.
“that’s not it.” he muttered. god, he hated talking about these things. “i can’t…”
i can’t give you enough.
“can’t what, levi? can’t love me anymore?”
“i can’t be what you need.” he sighed and turned away. why the fuck were his eyes burning and watering now?
“what are you talking about?”
“do you want kids, y/n?”
you let out a surprised laugh.
“levi-”
“do you?”
“well, yeah. not for like, ten years, but sure.”
“there you have it.”
“what, are you impotent or something?” you tried making light of the situation, because truly, you had no idea how to approach this. so you resorted to humour, hoping levi would snap out of it too.
“no, i’m just not cut out for that family crap.” he was standing up and walking around the room now, and he was making you dizzy. “erwin is, though. erwin wants a family and three children, did you know?”
you did know. you still shook your head no.
“and he has money to raise them. hell, he has a house in the countryside, and servants.”
“well, good for him. i hope he finds a wife soon.”
“are you fucking stupid, y/n?” you hated when he talked like that. “you’re 22 years old, god damn it!”
“so?”
“other women your age are already married and have a second kid on the way. not wasting their days away fighting titans, risking their lives!”
“i didn’t join the scouts to find a husband, levi!” you were crying. god, he hated it so much. what was he even doing. levi regretted ever opening his mouth.
“don’t you understand, erwin is your way out! you’re wasting your time with me. your life.”
“levi…” now you finally understood. it wasn’t that he was jealous of erwin flirting with you. well, that too, but he was jealous of the life erwin was living. “levi, i love you.”
“y/n, i really don’t know what you’re doing with me.” he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. you shifted on the bed, until your legs were around his and your cheek resting on his back.
“i know you don’t get it, but you’re giving me exactly what i need.”
“and what is that?”
your hand fell on top of his, and you intertwined your fingers before he could take it away.
“you give me life, levi. and that’s more than i could ask for. i know you’re scared that you’ll die, or i will, but that’s our purpose. i joined the scouts knowing the risks.”
“i just want you to live properly. peacefully.”
“so be my peace.” you whispered in his ear and got up, sitting down again on his lap. “and don’t ever think you’re not good enough for me.”
“i know i’m not, y/n.”
“i don’t care, then. i love you, i don’t want to lose this, ever. i don’t care that i’m too young, or at child-bearing age or whatever other stupid crap you’ll come up with.” he smiled softly at you, letting his forehead fall against yours.
“promise you won’t die, then?” you giggled and kissed the tip of his nose before replying.
“i promise.”
“i love you.”
“good. don’t ever do that shit again, levi.”
“don’t swear.” he muttered and guided you to lie down, still on top of him. you could feel your heartbeats turn to one as you lay in silence. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“that’s okay. just know i wouldn’t trade you for anything. for anyone.”
“really?” his arms tightened around you. a form of saying, me neither. you’re my everything.
“yeah, i like my men to have thin eyebrows.”
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lucysgraybird · 1 month
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to show hospitality to angels
pairing: billy the kid x reader
warnings: discussions of religion (brief and light)
title source: hebrews 13:2. i think
a/n: hello ! i am not catholic and thus don't know protocol for catholic mass. generally im like religious lite so im really sorry if my discussions of God are sacrilegious in this, it's just how i conceptualize religion. also i don't think they are sacrilegious, im just preemptively apologizing
Billy was not a religious man, but that didn't mean he never went to church. Call it Catholic guilt, call it respecting his ancestors, but he made it to mass on Easter and Christmas and on rare Sundays if he was particularly missing his ma. 
This particular winter morning saw him in the sanctuary for the Christmas morning service, doing his best to be still and silent. Though these holiday services were longer, he preferred them to the ones on Sunday – the church was prettier, decorated for the season, and there was usually more (and nicer) music. The choir stood behind the pulpit, though admittedly he wasn't paying much attention to the full picture, searching for one singer. Someone had a lilting soprano voice that made the world soft and a little fuzzy at the edges; maybe not trained, maybe not clean, but the kind of voice that played on the outskirts of memories of sleepy childhood nights. Through First Noël and Little Town of Bethlehem he scanned the right of the choir, but couldn't identify quite where the voice was coming from. 
Then, for Silent Night, you stepped forward, a worn book of music clutched open to your chest as you gathered your red-and-green ruffled skirts. Billy had made the early New Year’s resolution to be a little more careful about falling in love, but the moment you began to sing he knew that was out the window. There was a slight tremble in your hands, betrayed by the fluttering paper and betraying your nerves at this solo, but your voice soared clear through the chapel anyways. Every worry Billy had went out the window – the cold and snow that were rolling in, the bounty still on his head, the insecurity of his whole life, all gone at the sound of your voice. There was only here and now, the sweeping melody wrapping around him like a blanket.
It was over in a second. The solo, that is. The feeling it had brought him, the peace he hadn't felt in God knows how long, remained for the rest of the service, until he was standing and scrambling to the front after the final prayer to talk to you.
“Miss?” He said, the brim of his hat crushed in his hands.
You turned, face soft and open. “Yes?”
“I just wanted to tell you that you got a real beautiful voice.”
A smile just about split your cheeks, now dusted with a pink blush. “Oh, thank you! I was so nervous, so I'm glad at least one person enjoyed it. I've never seen you here before. Are you new in town?”
Now it was his turn to flush. “I've been here a couple months. I don't make it to church as often as I oughta, I suppose.”
To his surprise, no judgement sprung up in your eyes. 
“There's no set number of times someone ought to come to mass,” you said. “We all have lives. Church is always there when we need a break – or can take one.”
Such a sage statement coming from someone his age, maybe even a little younger, almost made him laugh, but it actually settled the nerves in his chest.
“I thought since you were in the choir, you'd be real pious,” Billy said.
Your mouth turned down in a conspiratorial smile, just this side of letting out a giggle.
“I slip out the back after we sing sometimes,” you confided. “I grew up a preacher’s daughter, and it seems more worth it to me now to go to church when I actually want to be with God, not just because I feel like I have to.”
“I like that,” he said thoughtlessly, and immediately felt stupid for the simplicity. 
It earned him a toothy grin, though, and you brushed your hand against his arm.
“I have to get home now, but I would like to see you again. I'm a teacher at the schoolhouse in town, so you can find me there every afternoon.”
His surprise at your interest in him manifested in silence, and you dropped your hand in shame.
“I'm sorry, that was incredibly forward of me. If-”
“No! No, I want to see you again too. I'll come by the school on, say, Friday? If you're not too busy?”
“Not at all. Just tell me your name, so I know who I'm welcoming?”
“William,” he said, something about you making him desperate to be proper, then desperate to be honest. “Billy.”
“Well, Billy, it was lovely to meet you.”
You cast a glance around the room, then rose on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before leaving to get your coat. What a strange tableau you would've created, he thought, had anyone seen you: the lips of a preacher's daughter on the skin of an outlaw. It was almost something out of a dime novel. It wasn't until you were surely long-gone that he realized he had never caught your name.
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lazycats-stuff · 7 months
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Hii, can I request a follow up from the secret weapon!reader? Yk the one where they didn’t know much about his past but than find out because of the scars? Can you do one where during a mission they come across his father? Maybe his father is trying to kidnap him or manipulate him into working for him again?
Sure thing! It feels like I never closed my requests. Okay, lets hurt my baby. This gif is too cute. Batfamily & male!reader - part 1
Summary: (Y/N) is still recovering from telling everyone his past. Everything goes wrong on a mission.
Warnings: attempted kidnapping, fluff, angst, boys love their brother,
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(Y/N) was still recovering from the attack. He wasn't still cleared to go out on the field and to Bruce, patrol was still of limits. Bruce started looking for (Y/N)'s father, just ready to bring him down. He wasn't a threat like Ra's al Ghul, but he still was a threat if he did this to children?
Bruce was still shuddering at the thought of those scars. No child should go through that. Not even Ra's al Ghul was so harsh with his punishments. He looked at the time on the Batcomputer.
He really needed to take a break. Despite the fact that there was an upcoming mission and the amount of things he had to go over with his kids, but he knew that he had to take a break. He promised to (Y/N) that he would take breaks.
He stood up from the chair, putting it back into his place. He sighed as he rubbed his face. (Y/N) was right. Breaks were a great idea. He needs to get Tim on board too.
He got back on ground level, looking for some coffee. He stopped by the living room, smiling at the sight of (Y/N) napping with Jason on the couch. The couch wasn't small by any means, but they still squeezed on it.
(Y/N) was worried about how he was going to get treated after he told them the news, but his brothers didn't care about it. They cared for him none the less. After they talked about it, (Y/N) opened up a lot and they discovered that he was a tactile person.
His love language was psychical touch. They were happy to see (Y/N) more open and it seemed like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders.
Bruce also talked to (Y/N) about going to a therapist. He talked to Black Canary and she was more than happy to help (Y/N) talk out his trauma and what he has been through. (Y/N) said that he wanted to wait and Bruce agreed with him.
It's not good to force him. (Y/N) will go when he wants to go. Black Canary also said that he shouldn't force him to go.
Batman looked at his sons who were getting ready for the mission. (Y/N) was cleared by Alfred and (Y/N) was finally happy to get out on the field. The boys were happy too, just ready to get back into the grove.
Everything is fine now and more importantly, everything was normal now.
Bruce was a little bit worried about this mission. It was to infiltrate a base that was under the League of Light. They had a plan to get intel and destroy whatever weapons there are. They had some intel that there was Venom, but they didn't know how much.
So there was a chance that Bane could be there. That was one thing that worried Bruce about the mission, but other than that, everything was fine. The Justice League was going to back them up, with Wonder Woman and Superman coming to help them.
Bruce didn't need to say that this was a undercover and covert mission. Once Bruce briefed everyone and made sure that everyone knew what to do and how to do it, they got on the plane without Superman.
But Bruce was a little bit worried about this mission. There was something about this that he had a bad feeling about. Sure, it was the Light and they were dangerous, but there was something more to it.
Bruce couldn't pinpoint it and he hated it. His boys were sleeping at the back, since the base was at a very remote island. He glanced at (Y/N) who was sleeping on Jason's shoulder.
Wonder Woman turned to him, eyes moving to see where he was looking.
" Tell me, what's bothering you? " Wonder Woman said, seeing that Bruce was bothered by something. Only years of working together will give you an ability to see if something was wrong with Bruce.
" I have a bad feeling about this mission. There is something about it that I can't pinpoint. "
" Could it be with the Light? Something about them? " Wonder Woman tried.
" It could be. But I feel like there is more. I still don't know what. " Bruce admitted, turning his head to look forward.
" I have no doubts that we are going to find out. But I know we are going to be fine. Your sons are going to be fine with you watching over them. "
Bruce nodded, seeing that they were getting closer. He unbuckled his belt and stood up, moving to the back of the plane to wake his sons up. He shook them awake and they all groggily woke up.
" Come on, we are almost here. " Bruce declared, moving back to the front. He heard some mumbling from his sons. They were clearly tired, but the adrenaline would get them going.
After a few minutes, they left the plane. It was eerily quiet on the island and dark. (Y/N) looked around. It was a tropical island, but there was something off. (Y/N) looked around a little bit.
Why was this island so familiar to him?
(Y/N) walked up to Bruce and Bruce leaned down, seeing the discomfort on his face.
" What's wrong? " Bruce whispered into (Y/N)'s ear.
" I feel like I've been here. It looks familiar. " (Y/N) whispered back and Bruce patted his back. (Y/N) was most definitely going with him.
" Alright, we are going to split into teams of two. (Y/N) is with me, Jason is with Wonder Woman, Damian is with Superman and Tim and Dick, you two are on your own. " Batman said and everyone nodded.
" Lets go. "
They moved quietly and they surrounded the base. They took out a few guards and Batman made sure that (Y/N) was near him all the time. Either next to him or behind him. Bruce hacked into the room and they saw a man whose back were turned to them.
" Hello son. "
Bruce's eyes widened, before collecting himself and running towards the man, ready to bring him down. Deathstroke had a completely other idea. Roped wrapped himself around Batman's ankle and he was sent backwards.
(Y/N) was shocked by it. He didn't hear a thing. His father finally turned around and (Y/N) remembered everything he went through.
" The traitor is finally here. " He said, making (Y/N) clench his fists.
" And the bastard is here. " (Y/N) replied.
" (Y/N) we are going to be at your location in a few minutes. Stay put." Jason said to (Y/N) through the earpiece.
" Do you really think that they are your family? I am your family. " His father has said, making (Y/N) see red.
" They are my family! They don't torture me like you do! " (Y/N) yelled at him.
" I have seen you fight. You got sloppier. We need to change that. "
(Y/N) didn't have time to blink before his father jumped at him. (Y/N) wasn't going to go down with out a fight. No way in hell. (Y/N) groaned when he was slammed into the wall. His head was hit too and his vision swam a little. He was thrown across the room in the next moment.
He saw something as his father was taking something from his pocket. A syringe. (Y/N) was about to get up to fight once more. Jason blow up a wall and jumped at (Y/N)'s father. He was insulting him with curses and insults that (Y/N) has never heard before.
Batman came in quickly, knocking (Y/N)'s father out. He was breathing heavily, clearly angry. He took a deep breath to calm down. (Y/N) was still on the ground, trying to get up.
Bruce quickly helped him up and hugged him tightly. (Y/N) returned the hug. His father was going away for a long time. Bruce was going to make sure that he did. No matter how many strings and favors he had to pull and get, he was going to put him away for life.
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flamingo-writes · 9 months
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absolutely loveddd gal in the chair so i was wondering if you could write something where its readers birthday, hobie and reader were only supposed to get drinks that night but instead hobie set up a small party for them including the spider gang and their other friends?🤭
All of these Hobie requests are keeping me sane in this crazy times. The camping trip last week, I’m moving houses next week, I haven’t packed shit, and I’m here writing Hobie fics to keep me calm and sane. I loved this request and spent the entire day writing it in between breaks between work and packing stuff 😩 I live for fluffy requests with Hobie.
Out Tonight — Hobie x Fem!Reader
Word count: 630 ish
Warnings: underage drinking (brief mentions of miles getting drunk for the first time, disclaimer, I do not promote underage people drinking, I know it happens and pretending it doesn’t happen doesn’t solve the problem. drink responsibly! Don’t drink on empty stomachs! Absolutely never drink and drive nor get in a car with a drunk driver! Don’t let your drunk friends drive either!!), not proof read ndjdjdnfh. Perhaps Hobie being flirty 😩❤️ that’s a warning of its own
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“Ready to go, luv?” Hobie said walking inside your shared flat through the bedroom window. As you looked away from your current art project, you raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Go…?”
“Out for drink. It’s your birthday,” Hobie said as if it were obvious.
You chuckled and looked over at him.
“I didn’t know we were going out…”
“Last minute idea. I didn’t have time to properly plan something so, going out for drinks it is…”
“Come on, you know I don’t care about fancy parties and expensive gifts…I’ve had a wonderful day so far. Relaxed at home, ditched work for today, worked on personal art projects, having my boyfriend home…what else could I ask for?” You chuckled.
Hobie walked up to you, holding you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I know you don’t care about the big stuff. I just want to take my girl out for a nice date,”
“Are you sweet talking to me, Hobart Brown?” You giggled. “But fine, let me get dressed, I haven’t taken my pajamas all day,”
What you didn’t know what that Hobie had, in fact, planned something for your birthday. However, you weren’t supposed to know yet. However, you were supposed to leave your flat for that.
You went for drinks, although it wasn’t something out of the ordinary. You always went out for drinks with Hobie and sometimes even had drinks at home. However, to keep you entertained for at least an hour and a half, Hobie suggested playing pool table.
Rejecting the pool offer was impossible. It was one of your favorite things to do together, and even spent the entirety of the game flirting back and forth as you used to long before you started dating. Sassy remarks with seductive voices, cheeky smiles and lashes batting while staring at each other hoping to distract the other. Hobie leaning against a wall or against the table looking unbothered and sexy while doing nothing; you walking around the table, swaying your hips to catch his attention.
While all of this was happening, Pav along with one of your friends from your universe were orchestrating the surprise party. Hobie’s spider gang, some of your friends. Not a lot of people, at most 8 people. But that was more than enough.
By the time you came home, you did not expect the surprise whatsoever. Hobie didn’t act suspicious at any time, and you genuinely thought that was it for your birthday plans.
When you opened the door and saw everyone there, your eyes widened and you let out a small squeak. You looked at Hobie, then back at your friends and then back at Hobie again.
“Happy birthday, babe” He purred and kissed your cheek.
You went into your flat, greeting your friends, as you kept looking at Hobie with an enamoured smile.
All of your friends gathered together, having fun, drinking, singing and dancing, everyone simply having a good time. Pav insisted on dancing with you. Eventually Hobie and Gwen started playing, improvising along the way. Even Miles was there, and boy, did he have a good time. While no one pushed him into drinking, no one stopped him either. Especially after he’d said he’d tried alcohol a few times in family events, but had never actually drunk with friends, marking his first time getting drunk. However, not being used to it, he got tipsy quite easily, however, his enhanced healing kept him from getting too drunk and hangover.
Losing track of time, it was hard to tell when the last one of your friends fell asleep in your living room, along with everyone else. By then, you went to bed with Hobie as you snuggled besides him.
“Did you have fun, babe?” He purred wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as you nuzzled your face against his neck.
“I’ve had the most fun I’ve had in a while,” You purred. “Thank you, Hobie.”
“No need to thank me. It’s your birthday, luv…” He whispered and pressed a kiss on your head.
“I love you,” You whispered.
“I love you too,”
As you pulled back lightly, you leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss on his lips before snuggling back against him, hiding your face against his neck.
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Remember S/O sacrificing themselves for Task Force Defy?
Yeah that but for AR team, which is arguably worse since they only have one life
(GFL) AR Team's S/O sacrificing themselves
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M4's eyes shut as S/O's life signs go flat on her display.
Yet another person she cared for has died for her.
And like the ones who did, they only had the one life. Just like her and the rest of AR.
M4 remains still until M16A1 takes her into a tight hug, but only for a brief moment.
They still had to leave the AO.
(M16A1) "...M4-"
(M4A1) "Please...Don't say anything right now."
SOPMOD is about to say something before RO635 and ST AR-15 stop her, shaking their head.
The ride back home was quiet, with M4 silently staring at the Black Hawk's floor.
ST AR-15 is the one to give the debriefing while M4 leaves for the dorm, alone.
T-Dolls can't cry, not physically as far as M4 was aware.
But the emotions swelling through her systems were probably the closest she could, staring at the photos of herself and S/O, all smiling with the rest of AR.
They gave their life so the rest of the team could continue living.
(M4A1) "I...Suppose I can't blame you, S/O...Not when all of us are willing to do the same."
Their passing hurts her far more than she thought it could, but she makes sure to never forget it.
It was her fault that they got themselves killed, and she swears to herself that not one person would sacrifice themselves for her again.
That failure would continue to haunt her for as long as she was activated.
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STAR grits her teeth as she punches a hole into the nearest wall.
(ST AR-15) "...GOD, DAMN IT!"
S/O's signature went quiet as soon as the explosion rocked the building.
They had finished their mission in destroying an experimental Sangvis Unit.
But S/O wouldn't be joining them on the ride back to base.
If only she had been fast enough to come help...!
(SOPMOD) "STAR-"
(ST AR-15) "Shut up. Don't say a word, SOPMOD."
STAR stomps away from the rest of the team before trying to regain what shattered composure she had left.
She doesn't give herself a moment to think, training even harder the moment she returns to base.
She was weak, that is why S/O died, because of her.
M4A1 tries to talk her down but STAR ignores her as she's moving equipment back to the dorm.
(M4A1) "STAR, please slow down."
(ST AR-15) "I'm fine."
STAR spat out, but as she turned to keep walking, she fell over. She slammed her fist into the ground, denting the concrete floor as her eyes shut.
(ST AR-15) "I'm fine. I'm still here, and S/O isn't!"
M4 takes her into a hug and STAR doesn't resist, just putting her head into her shoulders.
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SOPMOD goes completely silent when S/O's vitals do the same.
Her weapon almost drops out of her hand, but SOPMOD quickly catches it and just quietly leaves for the LZ.
SOPMOD's usual smile is completely absent for the next week, with her barely uttering a word for the duration.
(RO635) "SOPMOD?"
RO enters S/O's quarters with the lights turned off, but she knows SOPMOD was on the bed, alone.
SOPMOD held her knees to her chest, silently staring at the wall, she didn't even move when RO sat next to her.
(SOPMOD) "I know S/O wouldn't want to see me like this but..."
She buried her head in her arms, her voice trembling as she did so.
(SOPMOD) "...What do I do without them?"
RO gives SOPMOD the tightest hug she can, which SOPMOD reciprocates.
From then on, SOPMOD permanently has S/O's dog tags with her every operation, eventually recovering.
Though, nothing is as fun anymore for her.
With S/O gone, how could it?
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M16A1 silently exhales through her nose as she couldn't detect S/O's vitals anymore.
She wants to scream into the sky, fill the nearest enemy full of holes in rage, but knows that won't bring S/O back.
Nothing will.
And she knows better than to cry about what she can't fix.
Upon arriving at the bar, M16A1 grabs a bottle of Jack Daniel's and begins chugging it, slamming it down onto the counter, near breaking the bottle.
Though, drinking was becoming less and less fun by the day.
Doubly so now that she was missing one lover and drinking partner.
Though she asks for a second cup and silently sits it next to her, her lips forming a wry smile.
(M16A1) "...I'll make sure to drink yours, S/O."
She raises her bottle to the air, with no one to put their drink to hers.
M16A1 moves on, but the hole S/O leaves in her metaphorical heart would stay there as long as she could remember.
Much like her scar and eyepatch, she makes sure to have S/O's picture with her no matter what.
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RO hand rests on her chest as she reads the team's vitals.
S/O just died to save her and the rest of the team.
Something she would be grateful, and resent S/O for eternally.
Because now, RO could never speak to them again and lecture them for doing something so reckless.
RO is the one to debrief the Commander, trying her absolute best to keep her emotions in check.
(RO635) "...S/O died in the line of duty, Commander. They were the reason we came home at all...Please make sure their family is informed of that. S/O was a hero."
RO continues on, trying to convince herself of that to make their passing hurt less.
But it doesn't.
RO avoids anything that reminds her of S/O for the first few weeks, but breaks down when no one is looking as she finally enters the dorm alone.
(RO635) "S/O...I'm so sorry..."
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eomayas · 9 months
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Can you write cold/hot bodyguard baekhyun and his s/o? Reader is really fall in love with him but she is shy. 🥺🥺
a/n: i think i may have misinterpreted this, but i hope you like it! thank you for the support, your request, and your patience. ❤️
the bodyguard • bbh [req]
pairing: bodyguard!baekhyun x celeb!reader
genre: fluff, angst
synopsis: reader has a small crush on her bodyguard, and they share a moment together.
warning: unrequited feelings, mentions of anxiety and poor mental health
you made it a point to know everybody on your team: hairstylists, makeup artists, photographers, stylists, your driver, etc. you also have made it a point to try and keep your staff for as long as possible, unless they express that they’d like to go elsewhere, or they break the rules you have set in place. so far, you’ve only had to have two new people for every position in the last seven years, except for one: your bodyguard.
your bodyguard, baekhyun, has been the most consistent person in your hectic life, and he does his job well. he’s the only one who hasn’t given you any problems—you’re the problem starter in this relationship—and generally stays out of the way and out of your business when he doesn’t need to be in it.
he’s great, to say the least. he only has one major flaw, and it’s that he has to go everywhere with you, all because you made a little mistake two years ago.
you went out to get some snacks, driving yourself rather than calling up your personal driver because it was 2am. you didn’t want to be a nuisance, just wanted to go to the corner store for a few things. all was going smoothly, until you accidentally bumped into somebody on your way out, and they saw who you were and followed you back to your house. luckily, you were just renting the place for a few weeks so it wasn’t actually your residence, but it was enough to set off alarms throughout your team, thus upping the security around you and making baekhyun go with you everywhere, no matter the time or place. he’s always there.
the both of you sit in the back of the SUV that’s taking you back to your hotel from a fashion event. baekhyun stares out the back window, stoic, and you can’t help but look at him for a brief moment. he’s a man of few words, never really talking unless he’s spoken to. everybody on your team really respects him and his dedication to keeping you safe. if anything happened to you, nobody would even look at you, they’d question him immediately and he’d be fired in seconds.
sighing, you pull your feet out of the heels you’re wearing and wiggle your toes. baekhyun glances over at you, but goes back to gazing out of the window once he sees that you’re fine. you know as much about him as he’s let you; he’s 31, lives alone, and likes dogs. he's kept it pretty surface level with you, and it makes sense because his job is to protect you, not to be your friend.
but sometimes, you wish he'd let you in more, would talk to you more. like now; but he's too busy brooding in his seat to talk. you let out a little breath and look out your own window. you spot a fast food restaurant and smile. "excuse me? could you pull over there?" you ask your driver, leaning over the middle console. he nods and you sit back in your chair.
"where do you want to go?" baekhyun asks, looking over at you. he always has a hard stare in his eyes, ever since he was hired seven years ago. they're always daring somebody to mess with him, to mess with you. his eyes bore into yours and you give him a small smile and tell him. baekhyun grunts as if to say 'ok', and turns back to the window.
like mentioned, he's not a man of many words.
over the course of these seven years, you've grown fond of him, grateful for him for caring about you more than you feel like he should. he cares about you—for you—in a way you don't think anybody else has. he'd put his life on the line for yours. and maybe it could be called a crush. maybe.
the driver pulls the car into the fast food lot, and you ask him to pull over and let you out. “what are you doing?” baekhyun asks, looking at you, his eyes narrowed.
“inside?” you say, pointing with your thumb to the restaurant. he shakes his head and you sigh. “it’ll be quick. i swear.” you say.
baekhyun shakes his head and leans forward. “no, y/n. sir, take us through the drive through, please,” he says, and cuts his eyes at you, daring you to tell him otherwise. but you know you ultimately call the shots, and so pop your seatbelt off, daring him to not follow after you, because you know he has to and will.
the driver doesn’t move, just unlocks the door and lets you get out, baekhyun in tow. you gather your dramatically poofy ballgown in your hands so it doesn’t drag on the pavement. you nearly jump when baekhyun gently, but firmly, grabs onto you elbow and leads you inside, blockading you with his body from everybody in the restaurant.
the attention isn’t immediate because of him protecting you, but once you’ve been spotted, it becomes a mini swarm. baekhyun barks orders at people to back away from you and to give you space, and while he does that, you manage to order food for the both of you. you’re not really sure what he likes, so you get the same thing for the both of you, sans drinks.
after you order, the swarm seems to grow, but bakehyun still forces people away. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, but like always, you underestimate just how famous you are. sometimes you just truly want to be a normal 26 year old, doing normal 26 year old things, but the lifestyle you live doesn’t warrant that.
when your order is called, the person behind the counter thanks you for coming in and asks for a photo, which you graciously say yes to and pose. one selfie leads to several people shouting your name for one, one person even running around bakehyun and the crowd to get to you.
they grab your arm and shove a camera in your face, a big smile on their lips. you smile and try to pull your arm away, but they only hold on tighter. panic signals go off and you grimace, your eyes looking around for baekhyun who wards off people, his back to you.
all you wanted was food, and to maybe say hello to some fans, but now a surge of anxiety is coursing through your body and your chest feels tight and the lights are too bright and everyone’s voices are too loud. you want to scream, but you know you can’t, and their grip on your arm is too tight and there are too many phones out. you feel like a zoo animal, and all you wanted was fast food.
you hardly register baekhyun appearing before you, his hand on the shoulder of the person who was previously holding onto you, their grip taken away by baekhyun who shoves them away from you. baekhyun grabs onto your waist and pull you out and away from the restaurant, and all but throws you into the car. you don’t even have your food that you ordered, but you don’t even care. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your skin feels like it’s too much for your body.
baekhyun stews in the corner, practically turned all the way around so his back is facing you. he stares out the window, a fist clenched on his leg. he’s pissed; at you and your stubbornness, the swarm, the situation. you weren’t prepared to go in there with just him, you needed st least one more form of security with you.
you make it back to the hotel quicker than you expected, and get out. you thank your driver and then baekhyun leads you into the hotel, a hand on your back.
he leads you to the elevator, where he finally lets go of you and puts a few feet of distance between you guys. you sniffle as you wait for the elevator to arrive, wiping under your eyes. it still feels like there is a weight on your chest.
you step into the elevator when the doors slide open, and lean against the wall. baekhyun presses the floor you’re both staying on, and stands in front of the door with his hands clasped in front of him.
when the doors open on your floor, baekhyun steps out and waits for you to do the same. his hand is back to its place on you, guiding you through the hall to your room. you pull your key out of your clutch and let yourself in. “could you unzip my dress for me, please?” you ask, stepping out of your heels and tossing your clutch on the bed.
baekhyun curtly nods and steps into your room, letting the door close behind him. you turn around and wait for him to grab ahold of the zipper. you hardly feel him behind you, only when the material of the dress doesn’t feel so tight and your back gets cold. you hold the front of your dress so it doesn’t fall, and you thank him before going into the bathroom to change.
you step out of your dress and pull on a bathrobe securing it tightly. you grab a makeup wipe and wash off your face, discarding it in the trash when you’re done.
you leave your dress in a heap on the floor and exit the bathroom, not expecting baekhyun to still be in your room. big he is, awkwardly lingering by the door with his hands in his pockets.
he looks over at you when the bathroom door closes. “are you… are you alright?” he asks, clearing he throat. you shake your head and he rolls his shoulders back. “are you going to be alright? do i need to call jangmi?” he asks. jangmi is your manager, and she definitely cannot know about you minor anxiety attack earlier.
you shake your head again, staring over at baekhyun. he looks down at his shoes and looks back up, like there’s something he wants to say. “i’m gonna head out,” he says at last. he pulls open the door and you stay standing in the middle of the room.
“thanks for… earlier,” you say and he stops to run to face you.
“it’s my job,” he says simply, and you nod. that’s all you are to him; a job, a task. a problem. but to you, he’s a protector, someone you care deeply for because he has to care about you. for you, it happened naturally. for him, you wrote his checks. “goodnight, y/n.” baekhyun says.
“wait,” you cross the threshold to him, holding the door open. he stops and looks down at you, his signature look on his face: stoic, unreadable. “can you stay with me? just for a little bit?” you ask, hating the vulnerability in your voice.
bakehyun surveys you, taking in your mental state and the tone of your voice. this definitely goes beyond the description of his job, providing comfort, rather than safety. but he can’t help the soft spot that he has for you, the one he’s had for you for a long time now.
he nods, once, twice, and then takes a step towards you, making you move out of the way so he can enter.
you let out a breath of relief, and follow him to the small hotel table. he takes one of the chairs, moving it a few feet away while you take the other, bringing your feet up onto the chair.
baekhyun watches you from the other side of the table—not in a creepy way, or like he’s assessing you, but like he’s waiting for you to make the first move, or say something. but you dont. you want company, not necessarily conversation. so you only look back at him.
you revel in how you still feel completely safe with him, when maybe you should be on edge about being in such an intimate space alone together. even his piercing gaze is comforting.
baekhyun stays with you throughout the rest of the night, the two of you moving in mostly silence, even when you order room service. and it’s only when you lay down, and he can confirm that you’re asleep, does he slip out of your room. but not before he leaves a note that says: sleep well. hope you feel better —B.
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agendabymooner · 7 months
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matilda ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)
“you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days.”
summary: sylvie ford wasn’t fond of the older men who stuck around in her life and those who didn’t even try to be there for her, but she couldn’t speak for him. one thing was clear, though: there’s a silent agreement that they’d take a different route from those who brought nothing but pain into their lives. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)
content warning: angst angst hurt/comfort, use of explicit language, mentions of emotional traumas, brief description of paternal relationship issues (character’s father and max’s dad), emotional breakdown/crying (max) and support (ofc), “you talk of the pain like it’s no big deal”, christian horner is funny- ofc just hates him but he's cool
note: posting this because i want a lil context for the post after this lmfaoooo. i am sharing my view on max’s relationship with jos based on what i experienced btw— i have problems with paternal figures so 🫡 cheers enjoy xx
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She never once liked any older men to exist in her life. All but one, but it was mainly because Toto Wolff truly cared for Tilly. Otherwise, older men were the shittiest people to exist and they can choke for all she cares. 
The distasteful feeling that she got from knowing Christian Horner had subsided as she continued to work with him and the team. She was outspoken and passionate about what she believed in for that moment. She told him upfront about how she respected him but preferred to keep her personal life separate from her work. She never shared anything about her family. Everyone around them only got the gist of her life, but never did she share to everyone who she was. And with her dislike for her employer, she preferred to keep it that way. 
Toto merely earned her respect as he treated their relationship as if there's no man’s land. At least that was what had happened at the beginning, when he and her sister became official.
The end of the term exam ended and coincided with the summer break of the 2015 season. She wondered who he was as a person and had asked her chauffeur to take her to the Mercedes factory. Toto had surprisingly picked her up from the lobby when the receptionist called him about a “college student who would like to get an interview with him” named Sylvie, asking her if she actually needed some help with her research. 
To which she replied, “It’s nice to know you’re a considerate man. No, I don’t. I don’t have any paper to write. My term just ended, in fact.” 
She then spent her days in the factory with him being stuck on his desk. Oftentimes, she followed him like a duckling and asked him questions left and right about how communications between drivers and the public worked. 
It started there and she continued to visit the factory, now gaining a special access ID just in case she wished to barge in to pester the Mercedes staff with questions. Well, not to harass them but rather ask questions or observe here and there should they allow her to sit in.
Now the frown that she etched in her face while she worked became a permanent part of her routine. Christian once joked that she was Toto’s clone, to which her frown deepened in annoyance before she continued to work on whatever task she had in hand. 
She wouldn’t admit to Christian that she found it hilarious few hours after because her pride was bigger than her fondness of him.
But she was proud of herself for reaching that phase of mentorship. Toto was the only older man she tolerated. Having to grow up with no father and with only sisters — while both your stepmother and mother coparented — would give you that feeling. 
There was just something about father figures that made her feel so little and stupid. Perhaps it was her father’s expectations to make her a prodigal F1 driver — to put the Hearth name back to the motorsports community after being absent from the tracks for thirty years.
Julius wasn’t subtle when he’d put Sylvie in a private schooling program just as she started karting at the age of 5. He’d long given up on Tilly and Stevie, but Sylvie was his star driver. How her mother never got full custody of them, she didn’t know, but she disliked the fact that she had to attend driving classes with her father during his week and somehow still had to take the classes despite not living with him. 
She could remember having her piles of books being stored away once after she ended up on the 7th place of their tournament. He said that she didn’t need all of that kind of intelligence and that her education was an easy thing to pursue— it wasn’t a big deal to him. Everything that she wanted, he’d refuse. He wanted her to focus on racing, because the next time she ended up in such a position he’d burn the books. She began to race and fight against other competitors to get a good shot at winning trophies. She became somebody that she didn’t want to be. 
Maybe it was his arrogance and greediness that made her think that all fathers were the same. That… or maybe because she’d seen how Max’s father acted towards him after landing on 5th in Monaco. She felt her heart breaking at the sight of a defeated Max. She had seen it all before, but to hear it up close this time— it was even worse. She could feel his heart pounding, his need to clear his head and possibly cry it out— she could feel it. Because she was in that position before, and it takes a traumatized child to know one. 
Sure, Sylvie had grown a backbone to tell her father about leaving the academy without his knowledge and had somehow loosened her grip on her own ambitious thoughts, but she didn’t think that she’d witness a version of herself in the form of her best friend. This was what she didn’t see after abandoning her friendship with him. But it wasn’t as if she did it just to spite him. 
She merely needed the courage. At some point, Max Verstappen managed to win against his own father — but there was something about the father figures they’ve had in life that were too determined to keep their children on a tight leash. 
She pretended as if she didn’t eavesdrop on Jos’ berating and merely gave him a curt nod and a stink eye before she approached Max’s drivers room. She could hear him throwing his bag in rage… then silence.
He was seething in disappointment. He wasn’t disappointed in anyone but himself. And the anger that he had told Sylvie that he needed to sit down for a moment. By himself. 
There was just something about their fathers that drove them mad. They’re always too greedy and arrogant, and they both damaged their bloodlines at a young age because of their vile desires and lack of empathy towards others and their own children.
Thankfully, his father had flown back to the Netherlands right after the race. Max, from what Christian had told her (with a sympathetic smile), had retired early to his room instead of partying. Good, she told herself, because he needs someone and some ice cream right now. 
Marinara was going to sleep in Stevie’s room tonight. Sylvie was very good at begging until others cave in to her pleading face, and it obviously worked on her older sister too. So after dropping her dog off, her fluffy sandal-cladded feet made their way into another floor and directly to his room. 
She patiently waited for him to open the door after knocking, her plaid pajamas hanging on her hips while she wore a blue jumper over her white cropped shirt. She could hear the faint footsteps gradually moving their way to the door. She was met with Max’s reddening eyes just as he swung the door open. 
Her hands held a tub of ice cream as she shuddered at the cold water the dripped down her hand, “It’s melting. And there’s less calories on it so you’re not gonna fully ruin your diet.” 
He stared at it for a moment, then looked back at her as he stepped aside to let her in.
The night they spent together consisted of watching Miss Congeniality and Easy A (again). While Sylvie laughed along at some jokes, she could hear how he took deep breaths before regaining his composure. It happened every other minute. 
She decided to put the ice cream on the table and turned to look at him. He, acting as if he wasn’t grounding himself ten seconds ago, asked her with a croak, “W-what?” 
She didn’t answer, observing all of him. His facial features. His surprisingly messy bed hair. His bloodshot eyes. His lips were more plump than usual. His cheeks were tinted pink. She could just tell that he wanted to let it out. But he grew up being told that, “his feelings wouldn’t be a big deal when he’s competing.” 
Sylvie pushed her sleeves back and wiped the tear away from his eyes, smiling faintly at him and breathing evenly. She was more grounded than he was, and her simple gestures helped him get back. Somehow. 
Then his deep breathing method didn’t work out, now quietly sobbing as Sylvie hugged him on his side, her hand circling his back gently. Sandra Bullock’s voice tampered his sound of defeat, but it wasn’t as if it mattered. He could cry for as long and as loud as he wanted. 
She hadn’t even realized how late it was until he fell asleep in her arms, head resting on her chest while she ran her fingers through his hair. She could barely see the digital clock and couldn’t figure out if it said eleven or one, having to squint and adjust a little to look closely. 
These days, she has been able to sleep before midnight. After that intimate moment she shared with her best friend, she had been able to close her eyes peacefully. He’ll have to figure out what helps him sleep better. It’ll be easier if he sought help from professionals— that’s what the team was for. He’ll give them success and in exchange, they make things easier for him. Nobody really knew what eased Max off, because he seemed more calmed and relaxed for the past few races. But that was because he knew that she was only a few footsteps away from him.
It was as if they had their little sanctuary that nobody could find. They couldn’t find themselves in the arms of other people, already used to each other’s affection and the solace that came with it. As if it was normal for friends to be this… considerate. 
Everyone who knew the two as a pairing would simply laugh when you tell them about the peculiarity of their “friendship.” You would think that they’d have intervened by now, but their relatives and friends merely shrugged it off. They returned to their old routine, except they’ve grown. It was normal for their families to see the two together, much to Max’s father’s dismay, knowing that whatever they may have planned was already thought of and agreed on. 
Their closest friends laughed at the thought of their relationship being platonic. What a fucking dream it would be if best friends can just casually buy a house together, or decide to adopt a puppy together (which happens more frequently than not). It would be a wild experience for anyone if their best friends would just platonically steal glances from their other half. 
And friends don’t create their own little family like that. Just the two of them, and their dog. They don’t play mum and dad while they’re just “friends.” No friends would silently agree with raising their kids the way their fathers hadn’t treated them before, just to avoid that pain all over again.
So no, if you were to ask anyone who knew them well — they’d say that Mustang and Cadillac being friends would be a load of rubbish. Even the two knew that the thought was ridiculous. 
Peering down at the Dutchman, she sighed softly while snores escaped his mouth quietly. His weight on top of her was comforting, immediately lulling her to a dreamless sleep. 
They really need to work on not bottling their feelings up.
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When I don’t remember you… please forgive me.
Thought I’d try my hand at a little bit of angst. :)
Summery: Creator!reader forgets the people they’ve met every 1000 years to avoid erosion.
Reader is GN, Angst to fluff, TW: Suicidal Thoughts.
A thousand years had passed, taking your memories with them.
You knew everything about the world around you, but remembered nothing of the people who lived in it.
Sucking in a breath, you tried to calm yourself to no avail. Hot tears streaked your cheeks as you curled onto your side, sobs wracking your body. Flashes of the past went through your mind, as you desperately tried to remember at least somebody.
Sunsets and fragrant tea atop Mount Aocang… But who was it who sat beside you at the stone table?
Sweet deserts under a blooming sakura… But who had always insisted on eating the last dango?
Soft melodies from a lyre drifting over a field of flowers… But whose fingers had gently struck the strings?
You couldn’t remember.
A wave of grief for those faceless people washed over your body, as you blankly stared at the leaves sprouting from the tree overhead.
What was the point of living forever if you had nobody to share forever with?
What was the point of starting over, if you were just going to forget once more?
You heard light footsteps from behind you, but you didn’t care. If it was a threat, maybe they could put an end to this never ending cycle of misery.
“Your Grace… why are you crying?” The person asked, as they sat down beside you. “You can always talk to me if you feel like it. After all, we’re friends, aren’t we?”
You slowly glanced over in their direction, and took in a boy clad in green, his aquamarine eyes looking at you expectantly.
“I don’t remember you. Sorry.” You said flatly.
He looked confused for a brief moment, before breaking into a sweet grin.
“Oh! Is this another one of your jokes? That was kinda a bad one… so can you give me an apple?”
You sat up, pulling your legs to your chest. He obviously didn’t understand your situation. The grin he previously wore morphed into a concerned frown, as his eyebrows knitted together.
“Your Grace… that was a joke, right?” He asked, as you began to cry once more.
“N-no it’s not.” You sniffled, his saddened gaze only adding to the turmoil of emotions in your head. “I can’t remember anybody. You look slightly familiar to me, and you obviously know me, but I don’t even know your name!”
“Have a thousand years passed already?” He asked meekly, staring at the grass in front of him. He desperately wanted to hug you to offer some kind of comfort, but restrained himself because you probably wouldn’t be comfortable with it. With him.
You started laughing, overwhelmed with the situation as a whole.
“Isn’t this stupid? At this point I’d rather be subjected to erosion!” You said jokingly, as the boy watched you with melancholy in his stare, before your words registered.
“Don’t say that Your Grace! Even if you don’t remember me or anyone, at least you’re still here!” He said, frantically gripping your arm. “Please don’t wish harm upon yourself in anyway. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if anything happened to you…”
He too started sobbing, as he buried his face into your shoulder.
You sighed, before speaking again. “You’re right. Let’s start with something simple. What’s your name?”
“Venti, Your Grace.” He said lifting his head.
Wet streaks still remained across his cheeks, as you reached a hand up to brush them away.
“For the second time, it’s nice to meet you.”
His eyes widened, before a shaky smile made its way onto his face. “For the second time…” he mimicked, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
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Seven Several Sentences Sunday
Fanonwriter2023 on AO3
Where CANON and FANON collide!
This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Chapter 16 will be posted tomorrow.
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Currently 15 chapters completed: 487.0K Words Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
My plan is to post Chapter 16 tomorrow after I finish editing and proofing it.
I'm excited to finish this chapter because there are so many things happening for Buck and Eddie and the Diaz Family. For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 15, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie got engaged and they spent the morning after they proposed discussing when and where they're going to get married. They'll tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they aren't getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They think Chris is the only person who knows they're together but several people have witnessed their romantic and emotionally intimate moments including Bobby, Chimney and Athena.
Who else is going to realize they're together in Chapter 16?
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Here's some more Buck and Eddie romantic fluff from Chapter 16 as they discuss how being apart is filled with sorrow.
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After he breaks the kiss, his eyes fill with tears and in a voice full of emotion he says, “I’m going to miss you!”  He wasn’t expecting to cry this early in the morning but he doesn’t care because he means every word of the things he’s saying to his fiancé.
He inhales then he allows the words to escape his lips unbidden.  “I don’t want you to go because I always miss you when we’re apart.”  He leans his forehead against Buck’s and whispers, “I’ll be glad when we’re living under the same roof because I want you here with me all the time”.
When he leans back, he meets Buck’s eyes again and one of his tears escapes but Buck catches it and wipes it away with his thumb.
Buck’s breathless because he feels it too and even though they’re still standing right in front of each other with their arms wrapped around the other one’s waist, saying goodbye to the love of his life is always difficult and he dislikes it just as much as Eddie does.  He’s never known love like this and it literally takes his breath away every time he has to leave 4995 S. Bedford St.  It’s their home and all three of them will be living together after his move from the loft is complete in a few weeks.
He leans in and kisses Eddie again and he hopes the feeling of their lips being pressed together while their tongues become tangled in sweet bliss will last him until they see each other again in four days.
After he pulls back, he talks against Eddie’s lips.  “I miss you so much when we’re not together.  Friday is a long way off and I know we’ll talk on FaceTime but it’s not the same.”
“You’re right, it’s not because I can’t hold you in my arms, I can’t listen to your heartbeat and I...”
What is Eddie going to say next? 👀
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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.
Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.
Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.
Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?
Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.
Chapter 16 - Will be posted soon.
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A Strange Way To Get Them Back Together
Warnings: Parents separation, brief mention of not eating, mention of passing out, hospital, mention of IV and nasal breathing tube. Anymore let me know
Age: 12
Word Count: 1,592
Requests: Closed
Summary: You're parents split up and you didn't take it very well
Requested by:
Date: 09/09/2022
A/N: Thank you for the request I hope you like it :)
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Steve and Natasha were once a happily married couple... Once
They were on the verge of separation and the only real reason why they were still together was for their daughter.
They didn't want to upset their daughter in any way that's why they decided that staying together was their best option no matter how miserable it made them both.
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You noticed that your parents have been acting differently for weeks but you didn't want to mention it.
You saw your dad sleep on the couch many times, they never kiss each other goodbye anymore, your mom was working more and your dad was spending more time at your uncle Bucky's house.
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"Jesus, Steve, is that all you care about?" Was the first thing that you heard shouted by your mother when you walked into the house after school. "Go on leave that's all that you're good for."
Your dad walked to the door gave you a sympathetic look and left.
"Dad?" You shouted following your dad out of the house.
"Dad, don't leave," you shouted again you ran after his car to the end of the street but you had to stop since you didn't see the point in continuing to chase the car.
You walked back to your house, tears streaming down your face.
When you walked back into your house your mom was waiting for you.
Natasha cupped your face and wiped away your tears with her thumbs. "it's all going to be okay baby I promise."
"It's not going to be okay. Nothing is going to be okay again." You screamed then ran up to your bedroom.
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For the rest of the week, you locked yourself in your bedroom.
There was only one person that you let in your room and that was your aunt Wanda.
She never forced you to talk about your feeling she was more than happy just to sit with you in silence and hug you.
Wanda walked into our bedroom and found you sitting in the corner of the room crying uncontrollably.
She sat down beside you and pulled you into a tight hug. She tried everything she could to calm you down it took you a while but you finally did.
"Are you wanting to talk about it?" Wanda asked as she wiped your cheeks dry.
"Mama and dad have split up and I don't know who to live with I love them both so much. Dad will be sad if I live with mama and mama will be sad if I live with dad."
"Sweetheart I'm sure you will be able to live with both your parents. They won't make you live with just one. They will eventually discuss it with you and who knows maybe they just need a break from each other for a bit and they aren’t separating.”
"I hope that they hurry up and get back together." You rested your head on Wanda's shoulder.
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Throughout the week Natasha tried everything that she possibly could to get you to come out but nothing worked.
She walked past your room multiple times a day and you the same stupid question.
"Baby are you alive in there?" Natasha shouted.
"No." You shouted back
Natasha was getting worried after each day passed and you hadn't left your room once not even to eat.
"Y/N this is getting ridiculous now open the door." She yelled and banged on your door but she got no response.
She wanted to try one last thing before kicking your door in herself.
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"Y/N, honey, it's dad please open the door." Steve knocked but he got no response.
"Y/N?" He shouted again but again no response.
"Y/N, step back," he shouted and kicked the door in.
Steve saw you lying unconscious on the floor
"Natasha!" He shouted.
Natasha ran into your room and instantly dropped down on the ground beside you.
Steve placed his two fingers on your neck to try and feel your pulse "I've got a heartbeat but it's faint. we have to get her to the compound now."
He gently picked you up and carried you out to the car. He told Natasha to sit in the back with you and he was the one who was going to drive since he knew that she was in no state to do so.
Steve had never driven so fast in his life and he didn't care about how many traffic violations he broke.
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After the longest 20 minutes of their lives, they finally made it to the compound.
Steve got you out of the car and carried you to the med bay.
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While the doctors were working on you Steve and Natasha were waiting in the hall. Natasha was anxiously pacing back and forth.
Steve placed his hands on her shoulders getting her to stop pacing. "Honey our girl is going to be already she's a fighter after all just like her mother."
"But what if she isn't?" Natasha asked tears streaming down her face.
Steve pulled her into a hug. "Don't say that don't even think."
"I'm sorry I can't help it. it's all that I can think about"
Steve hugged his wife tighter there was nothing that he could do or say to make her feel better all that was left to do was wait.
*20 minutes later*
One of the doctors came out and showed Steve and Natasha to your room.
They walked into the room and saw you lying on the bed with an IV in your arm and a breathing tube in your nose.
"She was severely dehydrated that's what caused her to pass out. I've put an IV in her arm which will rehydrate her and she should be fine. If you both have any more questions just come ask me or one of my colleagues." The doctor explained.
"I'll leave you both alone with her." The doctor said then left.
Natasha walked over to your bed and went to touch your cheek but pulled her hand away. "She doesn't look like our daughter she looks so small and she's too quiet she's never this quiet."
"It won't be long till she is up and running around doing everything she possibly can to annoy everyone like always," Steve said as he walked over to Natasha and rested his chin on top of her head. He had to lean down a bit to do so since Natasha was so small compared to him.
Natasha turned around to look at Steve "Can we work out all of our issues when Y/N is better not just for her but for us as well? I've missed you so much."
Steve hugged Natasha so tightly. "You have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say that. I have been wanting to come back at you and Y/N the second I left."
2 Days Later
You were still in the compound medbay. You were feeling so much better and were just waiting on the discharge from the doctor.
Steve walked into the room holding two cups of coffee. He saw you curled up asleep on your mother's lap while she is gently rocking you.
Steve walked over and placed a kiss on Natasha's head. "This reminds me of the day she was born." He quietly said then he looked around the room "I'm pretty sure this is the same room."
"It definitely is the same room." Natasha pointed to one of the corners "That's where Clint nearly dropped her."
"You had to wait two weeks to recover before you could beat him up." He quietly chuckled.
Natasha quietly laughed making sure that she didn't accidentally wake you up "That's not all that happened in this room." She smiled to herself as the memory played in her head.
Steve had to think for a second about what she meant then his eyes lit up and a large smile when he remembered. "our first kiss"
"If you hadn't been so stupid all those years ago risking your own life to save mine you wouldn't have ended up in here, that kiss wouldn't have happened and we wouldn't have had our little miracle." Natasha gently tightened her grip around you and rested her head on top of yours.
"The best decisions I have ever made in my entire life." He smiled at her.
Natasha leaned forward to kiss him but she felt you start to stir.
You did a big stretch and slowly opened your eyes.
"There's my sleepy girl. How was your nap?" Natasha asked then kissed your head.
"It was good." You yawned and did another big stretch.
You turned your head and a large smile grew on your face when you saw who was standing there. "You're here too."
Steve sat down on the bed across from you. "There's nowhere else I would rather be than with my best girls."
You leaned forward and give him a tight hug. "I'm so happy that you're back daddy."
"Me too sweetheart." He kissed the side of your head and then gently laid you down on the bed.
Steve laid down next to you and you snuggled into both of your parents.
"Are you both back together?" You asked.
Steve looked at Natasha for the answer.
"We're working on it, sweetheart," Natasha said.
"That's good I've missed this and you both together so much."
Steve or Natasha didn't say anything else they just wrapped their arms around you and eventually, the three of you fell asleep.
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altermay · 4 months
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Tw/ transphobia, discussions of dysphoria, brief mention of suicide, descriptions of child abuse
Getting unbearable. Feeling sick. Started working to afford hormones only to find out the service that is most accessible to me (plume) doesnt offer T in alabama anymore due to changing laws. Fuck all these stupid politicians putting their noses in others lives.
Thought people at work wouldnt make a super huge deal, as I was selective with who I told, so i thought maybe I could hold out a bit longer and at least i wouldnt have to feel so dysphoric all the time, since all my coworkers knew me as Monte. But then instead of my name, people who would usually call anyone else by their name started calling me “Miss” and “maam”
Even the ones I had come out to, and even the ones who told me they were accepting.
Whatever, im from a small rural area, so transphobia is not new to me, what is new to me, however, is being openly trans in an unfamilliar environment. I thought I could start T quickly and maybe people would ever forget that im trans in the first place, but now its been so long.
Some people call me He, and use the right pronouns, but increasingly lately Ive received a myriad of transphobia.
Being called tranny loudly while my coworker kicks my broom as I try to sweep (kicking hard enough for the broom to almost leave my hands and hit another person behind me) , Getting called “it” behind my back. Stuff like this is becoming more common.
The two coworkers who called me it, have been spreading lies about my work performance these past five days, Ive been told my three different people that every time I leave to go do something they start talking badly of me. So I got to my breaking point, at this point it had nothing to do with the pronouns, I was just upset that two forty+ year old adults were purposefully making my job harder to do while I was also struggling with a ton of other stuff (ptsd, seasonal depression, a family members recent suicide) and so I couldnt stop crying.
Despite this situation having nothing to do with me being trans, they are now trying to spread the narrative that Im just being sensitive because they were misgendering me while they were borderline bullying me.
If I was not trans, people would take me seriously on these issues. But now, because I am upset, suddenly Im just a stereotype. A sensitive trans person who is offended because someone used the wrong pronouns a few times.
I will be one to say, I do not give a SHIT about my pronouns. Ive been called the wrong ones my whole life by a majority of people. That was never the issue. But because Im trans, that is the only issue people can perceive for me to have. The ONE issue I had with them regarding my pronouns was them calling me “it” and thats not because its the wrong pronoun, thats because its DEHUMANIZING.
But now I have other coworkers who know NOTHING about the situation saying shit like “well if she claims shes a man maybe she should suck it up” “well if she wants to be seen as a man maybe she shpuld cut her hair”
Fuck you. How about YOU get beaten for 17 years, YOU watch your siblings get beaten near to death for 17 years. YOU have flashbacks of things you dont understand all day every day and we will see how fucking well youre able to “suck it up” you are WEAK. YOU ARE ALL WEAK. And you dont know what its like to be me. My mother tried to kill me. My mother almost killed my sister, I was neglected, never went to a doctor, and I STILL dont know how to take care of myself. And I still havent recovered all of the memories.
Ive had SHORT HAIR ive had LONG HAIR Ive had a MOHAWK, ive had a BUZZCUT ive been BALD. And people STILL fucking saw me as a woman. Im tired of conforming to this bullshit just so people can treat me the same as they always do
Fun fact though, since Ive had long hair Ive been gendered correctly by strangers MORE than I have with ANY OTHER HAIR STYLE.
These stupid fucking transphobes and their stupid fucking stereotypes im so fucking sick of it all. And corporate wont do anything about it, Im sure of this.
Why is it so hard for me to just live my fucking life.
Im so sick of it all
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thefreakandthehair · 11 months
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Perspective flip for meeting you was coming home!!! I still absolutely adore that fic, Lex 🥰 take your pick of scenes bc I love them all
ahhh Jen!! I'm so glad that you still love this fic, it was so so so much fun to write for our exchange! 💕 I'm so sorry this took almost a week but I almost Midnight Sun-ed this entire fic and had to reign it in lmao. here's the beginning of Meeting You Was Coming Home from Eddie's perspective!
February 14, 2022
Eddie Munson has always loathed Valentine’s Day.  
A skeptic by nature, cynic by choice, and pessimist by way of personal experience, he’s never been one for the red and pink hearts, the teddy bears, the chocolates and flowers. He’s only ever had one Valentine: Greg Portia in the seventh grade. Greg got a handmade card and gimp bracelet he’d made with painstaking care, while Eddie got a silver skull ring from a gumball machine and a hug in the abandoned, poorly trafficked stairwell. A week later though, Eddie found the gimp bracelet left in his locker with a break-up note, ending a relationship Eddie hadn’t even registered as a relationship until it was over. Greg never hugged him again. 
It’s not something that Eddie thinks about often, but he does think about the pattern that’s emerged since: short-lived relationships that are over before they even really start, so Valentine’s Day just doesn’t mean anything to him. As far as Eddie’s concerned, Cupid is just another myth weaponized by Hallmark to make a quick buck and he’ll have no part of it, thank you very much.
In fact, the only reason he’s subjecting himself to the horror of the bar's annual Valentine’s Day Emo Night is to avoid witnessing Gareth and Chrissy’s rather excessive displays of affection. Watching Gareth stare aimlessly at the aisles upon aisles of kitschy cards with red envelopes in their local Walmart had been more than enough. 
And if he’s honest with himself, maybe he also left for the night to avoid the green monster that curls up in his chest when he’s reminded that love is out there, and it just hasn’t chosen him. But he’s not looking for honesty tonight, just a distraction and a drink or two, so he claims a hightop for himself in the corner of the bar and people-watches. 
It’s poor planning on his part, all but a few couples looking either entirely enamored or happily tipsy, and he’s just about to cut his losses and summon an Uber when he sees a man walking towards him. Bathed in the lights that swirl and strobe around the bar, he looks damn near ethereal, a heralding of some kind of… well, Eddie didn’t pay much attention to his Uncle when he talked about the Bible but he’s sure there’s something in there that could’ve described The Man better than his own feeble words could. 
A red tee-shirt hugs The Man’s chest in all the best ways, ways that leave little to Eddie’s imagination besides what he’d like to do should the offending shirt disappear, and a black and red plaid fleece hangs over his shoulders. Black jeans cuffed at the ankle and white sneakers cap off the ensemble, and Eddie’s too intrigued by the smile that’s somehow both confident and shy when they make brief eye contact to care that he clearly is very into Valentine’s Day. So understandably, he’s a bit stung when The Man bypasses his table in favor of the bathroom. 
Shit, Eddie thinks, sinking back against his chair, not realizing that he’d literally leaned forward to stare like an idiot. He turns back to his phone and scrolls back to Uber. Somehow, in the minute that’s passed since closing the app, all of the prices shoot up and he groans to himself. Insult to injury, Eddie thinks.
The song changes to something less pop-punk and more punk-punk, so he bobs his head up and down as he considers how terrible walking back to his apartment would be. Or maybe there’s another bar nearby? A diner? Maybe I can convince someone to give me a free omelet if I look sad enough– 
Eddie’s thought process is cut off by the sound of a chair scraping against the concrete floor, and The Man slowly comes back into focus as he saddles up beside him. 
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re sitting over here alone, and that just doesn’t make any sense to me.”
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Who do you want to be? (1/1) (Wolfstar raising Harry)(CW: SI | take care of yourselves my loves)
"I really dont plan on being around that long," Harry says. His tone is neutral and even, like this is an easy and forgone conclusion.
"Okay then, who do you want to be remembered as?" Remus replies. It's not permission exactly but it's an invitation, a space for Harry to actually talk and share and be heard. Remus knows what's it's like to not want to here and chose to stay after losing everything. Right now he's glad he did, but he wasn't always.
Green eyes look through scratched glass lenses, a brow furrowed briefly in confusion. "I don't know what you mean," Harry whispers and holds Remus' gaze like it's the hardest thing to do.
Remus takes a deep breath, and once released he offers: "When you leave this world, how do you want your friends to remember you?"
There's a long pause. Maybe breath is held, maybe it's caught in the lungs, maybe it's softly exhaled in and out without any attention to it. But it's the tear that rolls down the cheek of the young boy sitting across from him with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms hugging them as if it'll bring some form of protection that breaks the moment. The tear is followed by another and another and then a snotty whisper: "I don't. I don't want them to remember me all. I can't remember my dads and I think that hurts less. So I don't. I hope they never even think about me," is the reply.
The ghosts of Harry's fathers, of Remus' friends, hang between them. Remus knows that Harry won't care to hear that they loved him and gave everything for him. He knows Harry knows that and it doesn't bring them back. It doesn't change that he grew up in a home that didn't love him, that never cared an ounce for him, that never wanted him. He knows that guilting Harry for these feelings of wanting to disappear because his parents saved him is not helpful. Everyone else has already put the burden of James and Regulus' death on him. Harry looked away long ago now, hiding his eyes in his knees. Remus let's him sit with what he said, and it was the right choice because it allows Harry the space to continue:
"I've tried really hard to be someone I never could actually be. And this... this proves it doesn't it? I'm just as bad as my blood it's in my bones and all the fibres of my beings. It's the the folds of my brain. They would just be... they would be better off without me. I just fuck everything up. And there's no space for me here."
"There's space for you here," is the quick and easy reply and it comes with a brief movement, Remus' hand pointing to his heart. "I believe in you, and I don't ever want to forget you. You are good person Harry, even when faced with what is most desperately difficult," Remus adds. And they both let that settle for a moment.
"Harry, you can say no but, you can come and live with us if you want. You don't have to go back there," Remus offers. It should be strange but it's not.
"But Sirius..." Harry says. It pangs Remus to think that Harry thinks his godfather wouldn't want him. After all this time...
"He wants you there, with us. If that's what you want," Remus reassures.
Harry wipes his eyes and nose on his sleeve. He nods at Remus. "Alright, we will figure it out. Together." Remus reassures and Harry simple nods again.
"I umm I think I'm done talking for right now," Harry says. Remus nods this time, stands and places a gentle hand on Harry's head. "Okay Harry, I'll leave you to it. Tomorrow we can plan for you to come home, if you're ready." Remus says.
And Harry nods again, and breathing a large sigh seems to settle. After a few more breaths, Harry gets up and walks out of the classroom, and Remus moves quickly to call Sirius to tell him to get Harry's room ready.
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Kane & Jim #30: Clean Break
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content: angst / emotional whump, discussion of institutionalized captivity / keeping people as livestock, brief reference to parental homophobia
have another prequel piece! takes place when kane is 17 years old.
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Bellamy had never been more anxious in his entire life.
Today was his eighteenth birthday. By all accounts, he should be enjoying himself.
Later tonight, after his party... he would be expected to run off to human territory, abduct some poor soul from the street, and turn them into a personal living food supply, as all nobles did when they came of age.
He would not be doing this. Instead, he would be harshly giving his family what-for, before leaving forever. He had already arranged accommodations. He had a speech prepared, an awfully dramatic piece about the evils of the nobility’s practices.
He couldn’t wait to see the look on Father’s face.
Bellamy would be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious about that as well, he certainly was. How could he not be nervous about leaving behind everything he’d ever known? But that was not the primary cause for his concern.
He still hadn’t told Kane.
Kane greeted him with a hug when he answered the door, standing on his tip-toes to bring himself closer to Bellamy’s height. “Happy birthday! You excited?”
“Thank you! Quite.” he lied, hugging him back. He was actually quite surprised: Kane usually spent Bellamy’s birthdays wallowing in jealousy, and Bellamy usually spent them trying to mitigate Kane’s gloomy mood.
There would not be much for Kane to be jealous of tonight.
Kane pulled back with a huge grin, picking up a large box beside him. “I got you something, obviously! Come on, race you.” He was gone in an instant, running past him up to Bellamy’s room.
Bellamy followed him up.
“Open it!” Kane directed. “But leave the card for the party. I just thought it would be better to give you the gift in private, because... well, you’ll see.”
Bellamy smiled, his worries momentarily forgotten. “Alright!” He grabbed a pair of nearby scissors- with his hobby, there was practically a pair on every surface in the room. He carefully cut away the wrapping to reveal-
A sewing machine, jet black with an intricate golden design etched into it. Bellamy did his work by hand, he’d never used one before. He knew what his family would say, already insisting his passion was “women’s work”.
“Oh, Kane, it’s beautiful.” Bellamy whispered.
“Great! You know I don’t know about these things. It’s the right... kind?”
Bellamy laughed, setting the enveloped card to the side. “Yes, it’s wonderful. Thank you, darling.”
“So, speaking of, I’ll ask the big question. What are you going to wear?” Kane asked, leaning against the wall. “I assume you’ve picked out something utterly extravagant for the occasion.” He imitated Bellamy’s manner of speech, his tone teasing.
“Of course I have.” He’d hardly been thinking about it, truth be told. It was not going to be the celebratory event it was designed to be. As much as he cared for fashion, he had more important things on his mind.
Bellamy checked his pocket-watch. There were mere hours left until the party. He had to tell Kane.
“Can I... tell you something?” he asked quietly.
"Must be serious if you're not talking like a pompous cod. What's up?" the corner of Kane's mouth quirked up in half a smile, the way that always made Bellamy's heart flutter.
Bellamy took a deep breath, then stopped. He couldn’t make the words leave his mouth.
“Come on, what? You have to tell me now that you’ve said something.” Kane stepped forward and prodded him on the arm encouragingly.
Bellamy twiddled his fingers together. “You’re well aware of... my views on keeping humans.”
Kane rolled his eyes. “Yes, you’ve only mentioned it about a thousand times. Better get over it quick, tonight’s the night. Is that what this is about? You’re still hung up on that?”
“Somewhat. I mean, yes, of course I am, but that’s only somewhat what this is about.” Bellamy was stumbling over his words again. He hated when that happened.
Kane gave him a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. “Bellamy, you’re going to be fine. You’re perfect, alright? All you need to do is follow your father’s instructions.”
Perfect. If only such a thing were true. Still, it eased his heart that Kane would say such a thing about him. Maybe Kane would take this well.
“Thank you. It’s not... that. I don’t... I don’t plan on following Father’s instructions.” He forced the words out. “I’m not taking a human.”
Kane raised an eyebrow. “You can’t possibly be serious.”
“I am, dear.”
Kane groaned. “Bellamy, we’re not kids anymore, okay? You need to grow up. You can’t just not take a human.”
You’re not going to take one.
Bellamy could have said it, but he knew the words would only wound his dearest friend. Their situations were not comparable. He kept his comment to himself.
“I am growing up.” Bellamy said instead. “I’ve bought a house in secret. I’ve been preparing for this. I refuse to partake in this barbaric practice.”
“You’re leaving?” Kane asked incredulously.
“I am.” he repeated.
“That’s fucking stupid.” Kane retorted. “You realize that packaged blood comes from captive humans too, right? And they’re way less fortunate than ours. You take a human, it’ll have its own quarters and everything, not like the humans in blood farms.”
“You know how I feel about blood processing facilities.” He made a disgusted face at the mere thought. “At least the humans there are already captive, I’m not adding to it. And actually, I’ve heard tell that imports will begin of-”
“The ethical blood shit from across the ocean, I know, I know. You’ve told me a hundred times. It’s going to be completely stale by the time it gets here, you know. It’ll taste like crap.” Kane pointed out.
Bellamy scoffed. “I’d rather drink stale blood than participate in cruelty.”
“You’re actually serious. You’re leaving.” Kane’s mocking tone dropped.
“I’ve said that.” Bellamy couldn’t help his sharp tone. He loved Kane, but he could be so infuriating sometimes.
“Why? What, for the humans? They’re just humans. They’re literally livestock.” Kane argued.
“No! They’re people, Kane. They deserve-”
“Oh, give me a break. They’re not people.” Kane rolled his eyes again. “You can’t just throw your whole life away!”
“I can.” Bellamy said seriously. “And I’m going to. But I wanted to ask you... come with me. They treat you horribly. It doesn’t have to be this way. You could live a happy life. You don’t need their approval.”
Kane’s eyes widened. “Are you insane? I can’t leave!”
“You can. There’s a whole world out there, Kane.” Bellamy insisted.
“You realize that I won’t be able to see you if you do this?” Kane asked, his voiced saturated with urgency. “I won’t be able to be caught dead with you. You know how hard I’m trying to make a good impression. If you do this, you’ll be a bigger laughing-stock than me.”
“What?” Bellamy asked, his voice small.
He’d known Kane wouldn’t approve, and he’d known that Kane agreeing to come with him was a long shot. But he hadn’t anticipated this. He brought a hand up to his face when he felt something wet on his cheek, realizing he’d begun to cry.
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know I can’t be doing anything my family would disapprove of. Do you know how many hoops I had to jump through to buy that thing in secret?” Kane asked, pointing to the sewing machine.
“That’s another thing. It’s not just the humans. I hate them, Kane. I hate the way they treat you. I don’t want to be party to this.” Bellamy reached desperately for his hand, but Kane yanked it away.
“Are you serious? You were handed everything I’ve ever wanted on a golden platter and you’re throwing it away like it’s nothing!” Kane shouted, tears forming in his eyes as well.
“I don’t want this!” Bellamy cried. “Please, Kane, I can’t do this without you! I’m scared.”
“Then don’t do it, obviously!” Kane snapped.
Bellamy shook his head. “They’re horrible. Your family, my family, every other dratted noble family. Why do you even want to stay? They live off hurting people. You, the humans, it’s all-”
“Are you comparing me to a HUMAN?” Kane screamed, his voice shrill. Bellamy had seen Kane this angry before several times, but never at him.
He’d messed it up. He was messing it all up.
He couldn’t leave everything else behind without Kane, he couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly stand Kane hating him.
“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He was crying harder, now. “Just, just listen to me.”
“No, you don’t get it. You’re the fucking golden boy.” Kane spat. “You have no idea what it’s like! You can do anything you want. Sew clothes, run off to party with commoners on the weekends, be gay, be friends with me. Your parents will love you no matter what you do, not like mine. But no, that’s not good enough for you. You just have to do the one thing that pisses everyone off. You’re a prodigy! Do you have any idea how much I’d kill to be you?”
“My parents love me about at much as I love them. They only care about optics.” Bellamy said, his voice bitter. “But if you come with me... Kane, no one out there cares about persuasion. None of them even have their own humans. They wouldn’t judge you.”
“I don’t care what they think! I won’t let anything stop me. If you want to act like a lunatic, I can’t stop you. But don’t expect me to put my life on the line for it by associating with you after.”
Bellamy felt like his heart was being ripped to shreds. “I always went to bat for you when everyone said things about you. I thought... you’d do the same for me.”
“That’s different. I can’t control how I was born. You’re choosing this.” Kane argued.
In his frustration, Bellamy could say any number of things. He knew Kane better than anyone else did, all his many, many insecurities. He knew every word that could cut so deep that Kane would never stop thinking about it. Everything that would hurt Kane just as much as Kane was hurting him.
But he wouldn’t mean any of it.
“You’re a bad friend.” he said instead, his voice thick with tears.
“No, I’m not. We’d have to be friends for me to be a bad friend.” Kane glared at him before stomping out of the room. With a final glance back, he added, “Don’t open the card.”
“I- I’ll write you after I move in.” Bellamy could barely get the words out.
Kane stalled in the doorway. “You can always change your mind, you know.”
“So can you.” Bellamy pleaded.
Kane shook his head. “You know I can’t afford to do that.” He wiped the tears from his eyes, and in an instant, he was gone.
Bellamy collapsed onto his bed and sobbed. He wasn’t alone- he had other friends, ones unassociated with the nobility. They’d known about his plan for months. But Kane.. Kane was different. Bellamy never imagined he’d be doing this without him. It almost didn’t feel real.
He glanced over at the card Kane told him not to open, still sitting on the nightstand, Bellamy Verta scrawled on the envelope in Kane’s perfect cursive.
He opened it.
Dear Bellamy,
Happy birthday! I’m so happy for you. I know you get nervous a lot, even though you try not to show it. But if there’s anyone worthy of being a full-fledged Verta, it’s you. You have every reason to be just as confident on the inside as you are on the outside. You’re a great guy and a great friend. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.
I was wondering if you would want to move in together after I come of age. Since we’re best friends and you won’t be taking a wife anytime soon (haha), I think it would be a good idea. You have the better part of a year to decide, but it’s okay if you don’t want to. I would understand. I just thought you might want to. Also you would be able to use the sewing machine without your parents looking at you weird.
Either way, I hope you have the best birthday ever!
Sincerely, Kane de Sang
It would have made his heart explode with joy if he’d read this even ten minutes ago.
Bellamy crumpled the paper up and threw it across the room. Immediately, he got up to retrieve it. He carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, folded it neatly, and slid it into his pocket.
Alone, he once again rehearsed what he would say to his family in a couple hours with shaking hands.
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expect the next chapter tomorrow, where captive kane will reflect on his choices.
i usually don’t listen to music while writing but for this one i listened to ‘i don’t love you’ by mcr on repeat :’)
no drabbles posted between #29 and #30, but the two Kane & Jim crossovers were both updated!
SPK: Hope (Masterlist)
Celeste & Kane: Goodbye (Masterlist)
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Severing rotted roots
law and yamato help their respective partners through the decision to be rid of toxic “family”
gn reader, cw: abusive parents word count: 1.7k
You pace your room, chewing on your bottom lip. You’re not sure if you want to cry or scream, but there is a mounting urge to break something. Your eyes gloss over the area absentmindedly and shake your head. No, not worth it.
This is the last straw, you tell yourself, you won’t take it anymore. Not the disrespect, not the belittling, not the constant undermining of your dignity and autonomy. You’re done, enough of their cruel games and power plays. The only issue is breaking it to the person that’s gradually ruined your life since as far as you could remember.
Law
Your captain finds you faced down on your bed when he enters - he’d asked Bepo earlier to inquire about your whereabouts during dinner but you sent the polar bear away with incessant refusal to explain
Now, the crew was worried, and Law wasn’t going to silence or an empty stomach for an answer
He’d knock and announce that he was coming in, stubbornly seating himself in the chair you’d spent hours in working until you at least looked at him, waiting for you to answer the question hanging in the air
When that doesn’t work, he begins “lightly” jabbing you with Kikoku’s handle instead
You sit up with a disgruntled squawk, huffing at your captain’s pettiness
Law spares you a twitch of a smile, but it’s brief
“Wanna explain why you’ve been avoiding chores, meals, and cooping yourself in here all day?”
You give him an obvious look of ‘no’ but also knew that whenever your boyfriend was this adamant something, you’d have better luck drawing blood from stone than getting him to change his mind
In this case, rightfully so, since it seemed to pertain to your emotional state, you start gnawing on the tip of your nail, chipping it’s polish
“__, talk to me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He puts his hand on your thigh and you don’t pull away, but aren’t looking at his face either
You fight the sting behind your eyes and curse the way your cheeks flare up whenever you get like this, it makes you feel weak and you can’t stand it, especially not in front of them
Law’s gaze softens; he’s familiar with this emotional struggle and retracts his hand, he doesn’t leave entirely but does allow you space, you curse as you angrily wipe the moisture from your eyes, refusing to look at your captain or let him see your face
You’re grateful for such a patient partner, eventually composing yourself enough to be comfortable with letting him in - you call out his name and you have all his attention, it’s never left since the moment he entered your room - Law gets the message; he shuffles his boots to sit with you against the wall, you hesitantly seat yourself between his legs and he lets you
Though you thought you’d put a lid on them earlier, the tears start once more as you explain the situation at home to your captain, about the conditions that lead you to flee in the first place, how your parent would act on the surface to others and the wretched person they were to you alone - ice fill Law’s veins at the recollection of each horrible memory
You end it off with a strained chuckle, sniffling as you tell him that setting out to sea was the best decision you ever made because you were miserable there and besides, it eventually lead you to him, to this crew - to your real family, the fact that your parent was trying to sink their claws back into you now, to “fix” your life of piracy, is only a testament to how they never cared in the first place 
At least not for the person you really were, only the one they wanted you to be - the version of a child that never existed to begin with that only served to live in your parent’s head as an ideal to compare you to, someone you’d never be
He’s hesitant to accept this as the end to it and offers if there’s anything he or the Heart Pirates at large could to, brushing your hair aside to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, arms wrapped tightly around you You feel safe here in his arms, you’ve never been happier in fact, but now that your past rears it’s ugly head again in the form of your parent threatening to call the navy on your new family even, you think about all the unhappiness and anguish from that accursed island that lead you down this path in the first place - the path of a ‘filthy pirate’, in their words. Red flashes in your vision for a moment, thinking about how those people having the gall to refer to your real family like that, the folks who took you in and cared for you when they’d shunned you out. You lift your head from Law’s chest, taking comfort in the steady beat of your partner’s heart as you wiped the last of the tears from your eyes - right, your mind was made. “They threatened us with the navy if I didn’t comply. A threat on our crew, captain.” Law raises an eyebrow, almost as if it were a challenge to accept, you make yourself comfortable in the crook of his neck, feeling the curl of that mischievous smile against the crown of your head as your partner gives it another kiss. “Yeah? Lets torch it to the ground.”
Yamato
He knows a thing or two about tyrannical parents
Getting to that point with him, though, could be a little tricky depending on how much you want to open up
Dense as he may appear (or is) sometimes, Yamato’s got a keen eye for sniffing out your emotions, especially if you’re feeling down
Like any good boyfriend, he wants to cheer you up! He wants to make you smile that gorgeous smile of yours again
When all his usual antics don’t work, he gets worried, even more so when you start putting on a fake smile and letting others around you not to fret because everything’s fine, really
Yamato doesn’t buy it, and he’s going to hound you for the real answer until you cough it up, no matter how much you try to push him away or dodge the subject he’s still hot on your tail
It’s not until you put your foot down and proper tell him to leave you alone that he pauses for a minute and straightens up, you immediately regret raising your voice like that but your body moves of it’s own accord and before you know it you’re running in the opposite direction; Yamato doesn’t follow you this time
You feel it’s deserved
Over the next few days, you hear snickers and whispers of a ‘lover’s spat’ between Kaido’s son and his partner, some rumors even going so far as to say that you were nothing more than a fling that he lost interest in once you started disobeying the “young master’s” will
You bite your tongue and hold your head up high at every turn, you had enough to put up with once you got home, you couldn’t afford to let the opinions of some replaceable lower grunts who didn’t know any better affect your judgement
Easier said than done, though
You cross paths with Yamato again after another screaming match with your parents that leaves you emotionally, physically, drained and worse for wear
He knocks his sandal against the tree you’ve managed to climb up on and wordlessly opens his arms once he has your attention
You leap into his embrace without hesitation, apologizing over and over again for your outburst last week while the stream of tears start once more and you try your best to coherently explain the reasons you’ve been so agitated lately, how you he’s the last person you meant to hurt but being around them - your supposed “guardian”, just made you feel so helpless and miserable
Through all of this, he’s attentive and patient, he hangs on every word, smoothing out your hair, situating you snugly between his legs as he makes himself comfortable against the tree’s trunk
There’s an unreadable look on his face when you look up at him after, staring far off into the distance, hand still cradling your head to the crook of his neck - you hedge a question if he’s still mad at you and he springs back to life, denying all possibly
“What?! __, I’d never be mad at you, not for this of all things!”
He takes your hands in his and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, how desperately he wants to convey these feelings to you, you allow yourself a breath of relief and a small mirthless chuckle
Instantly Yamato relaxes upon seeing your smile again, he cups your cheek and your lips meet after what feel like an eternity apart during this brief rift between the two of you - you pray that it’s the last
For a long while, he just holds you in silence, and you let him, loved and safe in his wonderful, big strong arms
You would begin to drift if not for the rumble in his chest He starts telling you about how he spent his childhood, locked away after that fateful day 20 years ago, and how he’s been cursed by these shackles ever since; his dreams to see the world, his hopes that you’d be willing to join him, his yearning to finally leave this godforsaken island. You understand the sentiment all too well. “__, what do you want to do? You know I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose.” His eyes are glazed over again as he speaks, but you know you have Yamato’s undivided attention, alongside his unconditional love. You push a lock of your boyfriend’s strangely colored hair behind his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek; his smile returns. “I want to confront them.” He takes your hand in his, palm callous but warm. “Okay, lets go.”
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