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pucksandpower · 2 months

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That Pretty Head of Yours

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: sometimes your thoughts get too loud for your own good but Max knows exactly how to quiet them

Warnings: depictions of anxiety

The hotel room is quiet except for the low hum of the heater. You sit curled up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest, staring blankly at the muted TV. Max is in the bedroom, unpacking his things after the race today.

You should be helping him, but you just can’t seem to move from this spot.

Your mind feels cluttered, thoughts racing with no direction. A heavy anxiousness sits in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You try to focus on the colors flashing across the silent screen, but nothing can hold your attention for more than a few seconds.

You’re spiraling, caught up in your head with no escape. The emptiness inside you threatens to swallow you whole. You press your forehead against your knees, wrapping your arms tighter around your legs.

“Schatje? Are you okay?” Max’s voice cuts through your mental fog. He comes over and crouches down in front of you, grey eyes filled with concern.

You give a half-hearted shrug, not meeting his gaze. “Just … thinking too much, I guess.”

Max frowns, cupping your cheek with one hand. His touch is warm, comforting. You lean into it despite yourself.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” He asks gently. His thumb strokes over your skin.

You sigh, closing your eyes. “I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place. I just feel … empty. Anxious." You hate admitting weakness, but Max has always seen right through you.

He makes a sympathetic noise, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I think I know what you need.”

Before you can ask what he means, Max moves to sit on the couch. He tugs you into his lap so you’re straddling his legs, pressed close against his solid frame. One hand cradles the back of your head while the other splays across your lower back, holding you firm.

You relax into him instinctively, comforted by his nearness. He’s so warm, so real. Already the knot in your chest starts to loosen.

“There we go,” Max murmurs. "Just focus on me, liefje. I’ve got you."

He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. You breathe him in, surrounded completely by his scent and touch. The rest of the world falls away until there is only Max, anchoring you here with him.

His hand strokes up and down your back slowly. “Talk to me.”

You exhale shakily. “I just … everything feels kind of pointless right now. Like I’m drifting without purpose. And I can’t turn my brain off, it just goes in circles thinking the same useless thoughts over and over.”

Max makes a sympathetic noise, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I know, I know. Your mind can be cruel like that sometimes. But I promise you, none of those thoughts are true. You are so loved, Y/N. So incredibly loved.”

His words make your eyes prickle with tears. You cling to him tighter, overwhelmed.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here.”

Max begins to rock you gently, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. The tender motion unravels you completely. A sob hitches in your throat as you finally let go, crying quietly into his shoulder.

He doesn’t shush you or tell you to stop. He simply holds you close as you let it out, fingertips massaging your scalp.

When the tears finally subside, you feel wrung out … but also lighter. The weight has lifted from your chest. You nuzzle against Max’s neck, breathing him in.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly. “Feel a little better?”

You nod, wiping your eyes as you sit back to look at him. "Yeah. Thank you."

Max cups your face in both hands, gazing at you intently. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you. I’ll always be here when you need me. I love you.”

Your heart swells, warmth flooding your entire body. No matter how many times he says those words, they never fail to make you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

Max gives you that crooked smile that makes your knees weak. He leans in, catching your lips in a tender kiss. You sigh against his mouth, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders.

The kiss remains unhurried, full of comfort and care. When Max finally pulls back, he brushes his nose against yours.

“Now then, I think some cuddles are in order,” he says, patting your thigh. “Go get comfy in bed. I’ll join you in a minute.”

You can’t help but smile as you climb off his lap. Max always knows exactly what you need, even when you don’t. The promise of being wrapped up in his arms, warm and safe, already has the last of your anxiety fading away.

You change into one of Max’s oversized t-shirts, then slide under the covers on your usual side of the bed. The silky sheets and plush mattress cradle you invitingly. You snuggle down with a contented sigh, letting your heavy eyelids drift shut.

The mattress dips as Max gets in behind you. His solid chest presses up against your back, one arm draping over your waist. He nuzzles the back of your neck, breath tickling your skin.

“Comfortable?” He asks.

You lace your fingers with his, bringing his hand to your lips for a soft kiss. “Very.”

Max hums in satisfaction, holding you a little tighter. The steady rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a tranquil headspace. Here in his arms, nothing can touch you.

For a while you just lay together, soaking up each other’s warmth. Max presses lazy kisses along your shoulder, up your neck, behind your ear. Each one sends a pleasant tingle through you.

“Talk to me some more?” He says after a bit. "Tell me what you need right now, liefje."

You consider for a moment, absently stroking your thumb over his knuckles. “Just … remind me that I’m yours. That you’ll keep me safe.” Your voice comes out small, timid.

Max makes a soothing noise, nuzzling into your hair. “Of course, sweet girl. You’re mine. Only mine. And I will always, always keep you safe.” His hold on you tightens protectively. “No one will ever hurt you as long as I’m here. You’re so precious to me, so loved. My perfect girl.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes you, his words settling like a balm over your frayed nerves. Max continues whispering sweet nothings as you melt further into him, tension bleeding out of your muscles.

Here, cocooned in his warmth with his voice surrounding you, the last dark tendrils of anxiety stand no chance. There is only Max, your harbor in the storm.

You drift in a state of blissful tranquility, floating somewhere between sleep and waking. At some point Max begins humming softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. Combined with the fingers combing lazily through your hair, it lulls you into a deeply relaxed state.

“That’s my good girl,” Max praises. “Just rest now, I’ve got you.”

You succumb willingly, sinking into the welcoming arms of sleep with a contented sigh. The last thing you feel is Max’s lips pressing one more tender kiss to your temple.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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okwonyo · 2 months

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asking them for cuddles after an argument.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ female reader & requested! (past) hurt with comfort established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing mention to crying 0.8k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would be taken aback a tad, surprised feeling making his mouth fall slightly agape— given that he is the type to like keeping physical contact while having and argument and that you’d have avoided all his attempts. after a few seconds of getting lost in his thoughts, he wouldn’t be able to keep his smile from creeping on his face; he’d open his arms as he answers with a shy “of course” he’d feel relief fill his whole body when he feels your warmth against his body, you’d be able to feel the soft buzzing of his heart as you rest head on his chest.. yeah, you are not getting rid of each other anytime soon.

jongseong would know without you even asking; he’d usually be the one who come to you after an argument, with his comforting smile and genuine attention written all over his face. he’d usually come just to ask you if you want to eat or something along the line. getting immediately worried when you say no, he’d feel his whole body tense at the overwhelming thought that you are more upset that usual. then, his gaze would examine your features clearly and he’d watch you having that ‘i want cuddles but i’m too shy to ask’ expression on your cute face— “c’mere” he’d tell you with a soft smile and you’d obey.

jaeyun would get immediately worried when he sees you coming with a sad face; biting your lip awkwardly and desperately trying to avoid his eyes.. just like you do when you just finished to hurriedly wipe your tears so he’d not notice that you cry, but he’d always know. rushing to you, he’d ask you what wrong with all his features full of uneasiness— “of course, my love” taking your hand and walk you to the room as he’d say so; he’d put his hand on the back of your head while you both lay in bed and stroke your hair softly.

sunghoon would be so put at his ease just because of the fact you are willingly coming in the same room as he is. therefore, when you come in the room, his eyes wouldn’t be able to leave you.. following your every moves as he’d pathetically try to not go and follow you as if he was a lost puppy. his sad eyes would follow you until you come sit next to him, and he’d not be able to do anything but stay still for a while when you wrap your arms around him. he’d take you in his embrace immediately, with his eyes getting slightly watery as pure relief floods in his blood.

seonwoo would welcome you with open armes and a soft smile; both happy about you not being too mad anymore and that you want to cuddle with him, which he loves to do. he’d lay on the sofa as you lay on his chest in front of a cheesy movie, he’d a warm cover on the both of you and pat your head tenderly. “are you comfortable?” he’d whisper in your ears, and he’d smile when you nod against his heart. after a while, he’d take that as opportunity to talk it out and make up!

jungwon would let out fond noises out of the barrier of his lips and without even realizing it; it’s just one of his habit coming out, even if it’s a little tense between the two of you, he’d never not think you are not the most adorable thing on earth and would never refuse cuddles. making you lay your back on the mattress so he can lay on you, with his nose in the crook of your neck and breathing your scent tenderly, “don’t be mad anymore, okay?” he’d ask as he moves so he can put his face deeper into your neck.

riki would, at first, come to you an hour or so after the argument; all remorseful and anxious about your response to his act. waiting at the door for a while as he ponder about whether he should go talk to you or not— he’d decide that he should wait for a bit more. but, he’d get stopped in his motion by you calling out his name after you’d see him. he’d for sure ask a stupid question when you ask him for cuddles, as in; “me?” while he genuinely gawk at you and point at himself. but then, when you he’d enter your circle of warmth, he’d not want to let go under any circumstances.

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brights-place · 4 months

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HAII WOULD IT BE FINE IF I ASKED FOR BOTH NSFW OR SFW HCS OF FLOYD (AFTER THE EVENTS OF TBT)?? BASICALLY THE READER REUNITES WITH FLOYD AFTER WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE THEY HAD NO IDEA 😣

Floyd and his S/O after the events of TBT

Pairings: Floyd X Reader

Warnings: Floyd being an cutie patootie, Fluff, slight angst

A/N: NGL I WANNA MAKE THIS AS AN FULL COMIC NEHEHEH but also Yall are married

- Floyd literally had to tell the group to go to your shared pod from where you two where staying before he got taken away. He was focusing on you the whole time before he got captured it was two days before your wedding together

- “Wait! John Dory take an turn here! We need to get to my place” John Dory raised an brow the others confused but did as Floyd instructed - When they arrived to the f/c and pink pod, and floyd noticed the messed up pod broken items around the main area of the pod - Floyd had an look of worry on his face as he rushd to your bedroom brozone confused as they hear loud sobbing from the bedroom - Floyd opened the door to see an f/c troll shaking while crying on the floor holding an picture against their chest he walked over to you quickly as you turned to look up at him to see the others staring at the scene of Floyd walking over “Honey?” You stared up at him - the sadness washed away as you stood up walking towards him dropping the photo and stared up at Floyd before punching him as he sighed - The others where gonna start being overprotective as Floyd chuckled rubbing his cheek before you hugged him crying “Y-You asshole!” You sobbed into his chest “I’m sorry I’ll explain everything okay? Please don’t be mad” void looked up sniffling “How am I not mad! You left me for two months! It was two days before our wedding Floyd you think I wouldn’t be mad!” All brozone members jaws drop

- Floyd introduced you as his fiancé and future spouse while you glared up at him wiping your tears cursing Floyd out as he frowned hugging your waist.

- Bruce literally had to give Floyd tips about being an good husband since the man is married himself

- when driving back to pop village Floyd and the others explained everything to you. You sobbed more clinging to Floyd “those idiotic teenagers! They deserved to go to jail! What they did to Floyd! I should of been there to beat them up and teach them an lesson!” “Honey your scaring my brothers…” “How?” Floyd motioned towards the snapped crowbar in your hands “Oh… Sorry JD I’ll get you an new one”

- You explained to poppy about you and Floyd’s wedding before he got taken away as poppy bawled saying that it was depressing that it was just you two

- she begged to be the bridesmaid… and make you guys the best wedding

- You did get married later on but after what happened to Floyd he was more aware of his surroundings

- flinched out loud noises and makes sure to quickly grab your hand to make sure that he isn’t separated from you

- Late night random talks like always while cuddling and he would hold onto you more then he usually did after the effects of what velvet and veneer did to him.

- please soothe him with kisses and words of affirmation

- Has to be around you or hold you whenever he can to be at ease scared that if he lets go he’d be taken away from you again

- definitely developed anemia or like Ménière’s disease which is an rare inner ear condition that can affect your balance and hearing it can’t be cure but treatment can help symptoms of it.

- when he gets episodes and he loses balance you have to rush over and hold him comfort this man please!

- cries in your arms as he clings onto you for dear life whispering many apologises for making you wait for him for 2 months

- Would beg you to please understand how he didn’t mean for that to happen to him and you’d have to cry as-well holding him close telling him it’s alright.

- you moving his hair out of his face makes him melt as you pepper his face with kisses telling him he’s safe and your there.

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jjkeverlast · 8 months

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unholy drabble #1 | jjk (m)

pairing boyfriend!jk x reader

genre/au’s smüt lmfao i cannot with myself

summary there’s nothing hotter than seeing your boyfriend dance in front of you.

word count 1k

warnings öral (m. receiving) | that’s literally it. lol.

author’s note first and last time i’ll ever do this. i’m so sorry y’all. this isn’t proofread whoops. also this is dedicated to the sweetest lia @quarter-life-crisis2 <3

when jungkook had told you he’d film himself doing the smoke dance challenge, you hadn’t believed him.

until it actually happened.

there he was, in your hotel bedroom, showing off his intense and precise dance moves in a fixated rhythm. the music boomed through the whole room, jungkook’s steps scruffing on the floor.

you catch him running his tongue over his lips when he raises both arms and rolls his hips in a languid movement. your jaw drops at the sight, but it’s quickly forgotten when he finishes off the dance like what he just did was absolutely nothing.

he’s a tease, you should’ve known. after all this isn’t the first time he’ll do a small gesture and drive you absolutely wild.

his shirt rides up a few times, exposing his tiny waist and the waistband to his underwear. it’s a quick glimpse but your eyes are so fixated on him, it’s almost as if the time has slowed down when it happens.

when he ends it, he’s panting, picking up his phone from the set up he created, re-watching it carefully. his chest is rising with every breath, bottom lip caught in between his teeth in concentration.

“good.” he praises himself, posting it on weverse and tiktok, before placing his phone down.

you’re about to compliment his dancing skills when he wipes off the sweat off his temples by grabbing onto the hem of his shirt. his abs are exposed to your eyes, flexing a bit when he moves.

“you’re doing this on purpose.” you say, catching a surprised expression by your boyfriend.

he giggles. fucking giggles as he lets his shirt fall down and cover his abs. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you roll your eyes before getting up from your bed, joining him where he stands. without saying another word, you drop down onto your knees, looking up to catch his reaction.

“fuck, baby.” he mutters under his breath, catching your eyes sparkle in excitement.

“admit you’re a tease and i’ll continue.” you’re not letting him get it so easily, not after he put on a literal show for you and everyone else who’s currently blowing up his phone.

“i’m a tease…” he admits quicker than you expected. “your tease.”

he knows what to say, which results in you pulling his belt off harshly. the clinging sounds erup in the room as you unzip his pants quickly.

jungkook bites back a moan, as he watches you fumble out of greediness, all while you’re on your knees for him.

you palm him through the black material of his boxers, gazing his cock harden as you continue your movements. jungkook hisses by the contact, bucking into your hand for more.

with a grip on his length, you move your fingers upwards to pull down his boxers quickly. the minute they’re hugging his ankles, you run your hands on his thighs.

they tense under the touch and you waste no time to run your tongue from the base to the tip. your eyes stay fixated on jungkook’s almost fucked out expression. he’s nibbling his lip piercings, concentrating on watching you take him.

you’re too needy to tease him as much as he did to you, so you waste no time and swallow him slowly. your lips stretch around his cock as you feel the soft skin land heavy on your tongue.

your hand grabs the base to steady yourself better as you start to bop your head, tongue tracing over his tip.

as your mouth touches every inch of him, your hands touch his balls, squeezing them. jungkook’s mouth drops at the motion, letting out a soft grunt.

“fuck, look at you.” he grabs your cheek, tracing his thumb on the apple of your cheek as you continue sucking him off.

you love the feeling of his cock being able to fill your mouth up so nicely you’re almost unable to moan. you quicken your pace, changing it up by stroking him and solemnly focus on his tip before going back to covering him fully with your mouth.

jungkook leans his head back, turning his gaze on the mirror as he watches you sit on your knees and moving shamelessly. god he could look at you forever.

“baby look in the mirror.” he orders, and you do so, catching your messed up state. your lips are already a bit swollen, cheeks stuffed and chin covered in spit. “want you to watch how well you suck my cock.” jungkook’s hand lands on your nape, gripping it harshly as you watch him through the mirror.

the sight is something so filthy you feel yourself close to edge, wanting nothing more than for him to come in your mouth. therefore you remove your hand from the base, letting them on his thighs instead as you swallow him whole.

jungkook can feel himself grow close the faster you do it, spit landing down on your chest and eyes turning watery.

“gonna—“ jungkook tried to warn, his grip tightening as he holds you down for a seconds, enamored by the warmth your mouth offers to his cock.

you hollow your cheeks, tightening your mouth around him as your hands roam from his thighs and onto his waist, loving how it feels beneath your palms.

“ah—“ jungkook whines, his cock twitching in your mouth as his come trails further down your throat. you slowly remove your head, swallowing all of it as you suck him clean.

jungkook’s fingers move to your eyelids, wiping off the tears that were threatening to spill. your lips form into a smile when his cock leaves your mouth completely. it’s so innocent that jungkook can’t believe you were sucking him off that way just a few seconds prior.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you grin as you get up, pecking his lips just once before moving back to the bed as if you didn’t just give him the head of his life.

“maybe next time don’t tease me like that.” you respond.

“challenge accepted.”

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bbina · 10 days

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the date night with wonbin has started well. the moment he picked you up from your house, you were met with a giant bouquet of flowers sitting on the passenger seat. now you two were seated in an fancy and expensive restaurant at a rooftop that had an overlooking of the city of seoul.

needless to say that wonbin looked dashing tonight. he was out of his usual baggy urban outfits. tonight, he was wearing something more formal with his long sleeve button up but yet he still managed to bring his iconic wonbin vibe to it.

wonbin’s hands are beginning to get clammy the more time ticks away. for the first time in a long while, he’s nervous. nervous in front of you, who’s eating in front of him, happily munching on the steak you two have ordered

he hastily wipes his hands on the fabric of his pants. mentally preparing himself to ask you the biggest question of the night.

“will you, song y/n, be my girlfriend?”

wonbin repeats in his head. he has rehearsed this in front of the mirror too many times to count last night. his neighbors probably heard him with how loud each time he spoke to the mirror.

wonbin has been concentrating so hard that he barely noticed himself making faces that it actually caught your attention.

“what’s wrong, bin?”

your voice broke wonbin’s train of thought that he panicked and accidentally kicked the table, causing the said table to shake while wonbin hisses in pain.

“nothing!” he stammers, feeling the blood rush to his face. this cannot be happening right now. he can’t possibly fuck himself over. there was just no way. he can’t fumble this very stage of your relationship. he can’t. this is the day where he himself will change the trajectory of your relationship forever. take it to the next level where he can finally claim you as his girl - on paper. if anything you two have been a couple for as long as you could remember

you let out a small laugh. wonbin is so cute when he’s all clumsy.

“anyway i’ve been meaning to ask you something” you start, wiping your mouth with a napkin. wonbin pauses his actions, setting down his fork and knife, motioning you to go on with your question.

he might not show it (he is) but he’s a nervous wreck right now

“so i was out doing errands with eunseok the other day when i passed by this shop that sells clothes and i was wondering what color do you usually prefer on hoodies?” you ask a fake question. you just wanted to calm his nerves down cause it’s literally quite obvious where this date is going.

although you have a little plan that you wanted to be the one to ask him to be your boyfriend officially and not the other way around.

this all started because of you. so what better way to start a new chapter of your relationship together by asking him out yourself the way you asked him to be your fake boyfriend a few months ago?

“oh..!” wonbin breathes out. for a second there he thought YOU were gonna ask him the biggest question of the night. “well, i like black hoodies so black would be nice” he smiles, feeling a little relieved

well too bad for him that relief only lasted for a few seconds.

“great! now could you be my real boyfriend?”

with the way you said it so nonchalantly and so out of the blue, wonbin thought he missed the punchline of the joke you’re trying to make

“what?”

“will you, park wonbin, be my real boyfriend?” you shrug, grabbing your wine glass and taking a sip as you wait for his answer.

okay maybe it was a bad move on your part for asking him so casually. then again, you two were out on the fanciest date you two have ever been on. the dimly lit room just added a romantic vibe to the mood.

wonbin stares at you with wide eyes when the question finally registers in his head. did you really beat him into asking you the question he’s been practicing all night? there was no fucking way you just did that

you suddenly feel another sense of deja vu. this whole try again from square one shit with wonbin has been giving you nothing but deja vu from your first initial set up with the boy in front of you. back then it was obviously different but now that you are sure of your feelings for each other, it just brings out something you can’t pinpoint. it almost makes you feel giddy like this is the first time it’s happening with wonbin

“with the way you’re not saying anything right now i’m having flashbacks when i first asked you to be my fake boyfriend back at the villa but this time in real time” you hold in your laugh, watching wonbin open and close his mouth like a fish out of water. he was trying to say or counter you but the words aren’t just coming out

wonbin suddenly shakes his head no. you feel your stomach drop. is this him saying no to you?

“no. i don’t want to be your real boyfriend just yet because i wanted to ask you first” wonbin sasses, his eyebrows furrowed as he composes himself. wonbin clears his throat before speaking again

“will you, song y/n, be my girlfriend?” wonbin closes his eyes, “for real this time” he adds.

you let out a loud laugh, head falling back. this was all too funny for you. it really is deja vu. who would’ve thought back then that your little entanglement would eventually lead into something like this.

“since you sound really desperate then sure” you giggle, quoting his infamous text that you quite literally never forgot. how could you forget that anyway?

wonbin’s eyes snap open at what you’re trying to say. he feels himself blush at the memory. it was one of the first memory you two have shared together.

“not you quoting me” wonbin exclaims, covering his face with his hands. this whole situation isn’t playing out the way he imagined it would. he thought it would’ve been more romantic asking you out formally but what ended up happening was you two are asking each other out

“so are we like for real for real dating now?” you ask, a big smile plastered on your face as you stare at wonbin with loving eyes

“on paper, yes we are a real thing now but we’ve been dating for a while now” wonbin points out. you start laughing again. how can wonbin be so cute. you don’t even know what he really means by “on paper” but if it meant that you two are now officially dating then you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

“finally! i now have a real boyfriend!” you cheer, raising your wine glass to toast. wonbin follows suit, laughing at how stupid you two asked each other out in the middle of the fanciest restaurant in town.

“cheers, my real girlfriend!”

“cheers, my real boyfriend!”

you both chorus, clinking your wine glasses together as you both take a sip at the same time. as uncommon it was to ask the guy out, in your head it makes more sense to ask wonbin first since you two would’ve never happen if it wasn’t for yourself.

what a night.

wonbin has put the car to park outside your house. he was about to drop you offafter a successful date with you but he just remembered something.

“oh i almost forgot” wonbin quips, reaching over to the backseat to grab a neatly wrapped white paper bag with a big sage green ribbon on it. your eyes widened at the second gift of the night. was the big ass bouquet still not enough?

“how many gifts did you have prepared for me tonight?!” you exclaimed, taking the said paper bag from wonbin’s hands. wonbin just offers a grin, waiting for you to open his little gift

you slowly unwrap the gift bag. hands shaking as you anticipate what’s inside. what else could wonbin gift you at this very moment?

you were met with a familiar sage green box. your eyes widened as you slowly put two and two together. it was from van cleef & arpels. there was no way in fucking hell that wonbin would just casually gift you something from van cleef. you hurriedly open the white velvet box where you were met with the familiar dainty pendant that the brand was known for.

before you can say anything, wonbin beats you to it

“remember that day i went out shopping and i texted you that i got us matching necklaces? i obviously didn’t have the chance to give it to you after you know.. but now i think the timing is right so i hope you’ll like it.. i’m wearing the same one right now too”

wonbin tugs on his own necklace to show off the matching necklace. it was the exact same pendant, the only difference was the color. his was a black one and yours was white. a sheepish smile makes its way on his face as he shows off the fact that he got you matching necklaces.. an expensive one at that

“now i feel bad i don’t have anything grand to give you” you cried out, reaching over to wonbin to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek

“i don’t need gifts from you when you’re all i’ll ever want and need” wonbin muses, feeling himself blush as you shower him with endless kisses.

wonbin grabs the necklace from the box on your lap before motioning you to turn around so he could delicately place the necklace on your neck. you pull your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way

“there” wonbin says, proud of himself. you turn around to face him, making sure the pendant was seen and right in the middle of your chest.

“you look so beautiful, baby” wonbin gushes, leaning in for a kiss on the lips. you feel him smile against the kiss making you feel butterflies.

“i love you, wonbin” you say between the kiss. wonbin’s eyes look like they were gonna pop out of his sockets. did you just say the L word to his face?

“what did you say?” wonbin repeats, he’s probably hearing things right now

you let out a giggle, pulling his face closer to yours as you press kisses all over his face

“i said, i love you, wonbin” you say again, eyes directly boring to his soul

“oh you don’t know how much i love you more” wonbin says before leaning in for a kiss. a hungry one at that.

let’s just say it was a steamy night for the both of you

between the lines ★ you’re all i’ll ever want and need

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 4

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Credit to yrsonpurpose for the GIF

You were chilling in the cool down room with Max and Charles who had managed to overtake Carlos on the last lap. Your hair was a mess, and you'd had to ask Max to unbraid it.

"Why is it so knotted!" Max complained as he brushed his finger through to get the top of the braid loose.

"Well... I've just been driving at 200mph for the last hour and a half, you guess!" you laugh at him before grabbing a towel and wiping it across your red face.

"That was a really good call on your behalf Y/N, you won us the race!" Max smiles, watching the onscreen of you both tag-teaming Carlos. It then switches to Charles taking over Carlos in the last few seconds of the race. You swish your hand in a motion, the overtake being cold and crisp.

"Damn, that was cold" you exclaim, shaking your hand off turning to Charles.

"Says you with that move you pulled!" Charles exclaims watching on another screen a playback of your driving.

After some time in the room you are called out for the podium. Charles walks out first, Max walking out a few seconds after him before you walk out using Charles block to boost yourself up onto the P1 podium spot.

The British national anthem plays and you look up, at the screen that shows your flag and you stood with it. You smile proudly happy to hear it once again.

Afterwards, your all presented with the trophy's. You push your trophy up into the air, the whole of your team cheering and jumping up and down. Geri was filming you and Max while Christian was celebrating down below with the team. Proud of you not only for the fantastic drive but the strategies you called out as well that put the team ahead.

Your eyes look around seeing if it was just Ferrari and Red Bull here to celebrate, which is was with the exception of a few Alpine members who you were close with in your time there and Fernando Alonso who was your team mate from 2022.

You thought maybe Oscar would be there, as the start of an apology. Where he would explain he'd been stressed when doing the interview and he didn't mean any of what he said.

After that interview though he didn't seem like he wanted to be your friend anymore. The last few weeks, hadn't been unbearable for you. You'd just been giving Oscar space like Lando had tried to tell you too.

However, after what he said about you in that interview you didn't even want to talk to him.

You were guided to interviews most of the questions not being about racing, just being about you and Oscar and how you were feeling about what he said about you.

Most people who were watching the interviews could tell from your spacey look and your need for the interviewer to repeat more often than not, that you weren't really there with them.

You refused to speak on the matter with you and Oscar, leaving it with a small 'you didn't want to comment on it'.

You of course put the weekend behind you preparing for Singapore, it was tense and for the whole time it was a a fight between you and Piastri. Somehow, your Pit Stop had been fucked up. A communication error of course between your team and the engineers making you and Max pit at the same time.

Because of this you came behind Oscar, in P8, Max had also only got P5 so you knew it wasn't a happy day for Red Bull. You were clearly annoyed in your post race media duties and you left Singapore as soon as possible. No longer wanting to stay there.

There was of course more comments from Oscar which were obviously aimed at you. You'd clipped his wheel when he'd gone into a turn too tight and he'd nearly spun out, he'd complained suggesting he was leaning more towards a skill issue than car issue.

Japan wasn't any better with a DNF, that was your fault that had you stewing in your drivers room for the rest of the race.

Again, Oscar had comments about your DNF, more subtle this time as he didn't specifically comment on your DNF as there was quiet a few.

Christian and Max were getting worried about you, to the point they hired someone for you to talk too. They didn't know what this mental funk was that you were in but they knew you were a better driver than this and they wanted that girl back who was able to beat Max.

So you talked, to a lady who dealt with athletes and performance issues when it came to a mental mindset. After, it was like you had a whole different outlook on race weekends.

Qatar was better, despite it being a head fuck. You came P4, just outside a podium where Lando and Oscar were depending together despite Max trying to help you from P1 but ultimately was told not to sacrifice the race to help get a double podium.

Oscar had not only come P2 in the actual race, but he'd won the sprint shoot out.

"Y/N, great race! You seem better and like your back to racing!" the interviewer asks and you nod, using the ice cold towel you were given to wipe across your face.

"Yeah, I think after my wins i struggled in both Singapore and Japan it was just one thing after another and it knocked my confidence. But you know after some talks with the team and getting that help that I needed, I'm happy with where we are right now. Today was an incredibly hard race because of the heat. We've had a lot of people go to the medical tent because of the conditions so yeah it wasn't my best run... but It's better than it has been" you smiled at the interviewer.

Your PR manager hands you another bottle of water, taking the empty one from your hands.

"How do you feel about Oscar Piastri's sprint race win, and his P2 podium?" she asks and you struggle not to roll your eyes at the question. Sometimes you feel like your being interviewed for a gossip magazine rather than talking about your sport.

"I'm really happy for him. Considering the conditions both he and Lando had a fantastic race today. They got great points for Mclaren today and I'm sure the team is also really happy!" you smile nodding.

"Some kind words there from Y/N on Oscar Piastri unlike what he had to say about her earlier today before the start of the race when we caught him, but she proved him wrong" says the interviewer as your walked away.

"What did Oscar say about me?" you ask, but were ignored and told to focus on the next week ahead.

Austin again was great for you coming P4 with Max in P1 and Oscar with an unfortunate DNF. Mexico was also good, you and Max were able to split the Ferrari's up and get a double podium. Charles defended from you very well and you weren't able to get DRS or a slipstream from him so you ended in P3.

Brazil was good as well, very close to having another podium but Fernando Alonso was half a second ahead of you.

Vegas was going to be good until Charles overtook you on the last lap just down to race pace. You weren't far behind him at he end and nearly caught up with him but you got to share a podium with the pair of them again.

And again, in Abu Dhabi you placed 4th. It was a good season and you'd placed 2nd in the constructors not far behind your team mate Max.

You hadn't interacted with Oscar at all, you'd refused to speak about him in interviews. Lando and you had text on multiple occasions and he tried to stay away from talking about Oscar but you asked out of concern. But with the winter break, you were going to concentrate solely on getting fitter and working for the season ahead.

2024 would be a wild year, you were sure of it!

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melodygatesauthor · 5 months

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Painted

Laurent LeClaire X f!Reader

Not Beta Read

Summary:

You're a woman alone at the bar and you witness an argument between a husband and wife. The wife leaves, and you're left alone with her sexually frustrated husband.

Tags/Warnings (for entire series):

NSFW, dubious consent (reader doesn't say yes to Laurent but it's clear that she's into it), smut, a tiny sprinkle of angst, pussy eating, blowjob, playing with cum, p in v creampie, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, semi-public sex.

Word Count: 2.7k

You saw the whole argument unfold. The man shouting at his wife in the busy Paris bar. She, clearly filled with disdain for her spouse, climbed on the table and spread her legs for him. He undid his belt, pulled his thick cock out and tried to bring it to life. You wondered if he was struggling because he’d had far too much to drink, or if the couple hated each other so deeply that she didn’t pique his desires any longer.

Either way, after she left, you were the last person in the bar, and he looked right at you.

He sauntered over, wiping a bit of drool off his chin as he got closer to you. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your cheeks burning. He chuckled, breath stinking of alcohol as he brushed the back of his index finger over your neck.

“Your skin is soft,” he commented, biting his lip. “I’d love to paint you.”

You didn’t protest as he lifted your rear onto the table behind you. His fingertips brushed over your inner thigh, trailing along until they reached your underpants. His breath trembled as his face drew closer to yours.

“You wouldn’t tell me no, would you?” He tucked a finger into your underwear and started pulling them down your legs carefully, as if he were still waiting for you to push him away. He discarded them, putting both hands on your knees and parting your thighs wide. “You’ll always keep these legs open for me, won’t you chérie?”

“Mm,” was all you could mutter as you felt the fat tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

It had been so long since you’d been in the company of a man, and your eagerness was made apparent by the slick arousal dripping out of you. It clearly wasn’t the drunkenness that made him flaccid, the man had no issue spearing through your tight hole like it was his. He breathed out a moaning sigh, rolling his hips at an even, lazy pace.

He leaned in, mouth closing over yours as he shoved himself deeper, hand reaching under your leg to push it back, spreading your thighs wider for him. You gasped, mouth open over his while the bar was filled with your sounds. He nipped at your bottom lip, his other hand sliding up to grab your breast which was still trapped behind the bodice of your dress.

“Your body is so beautiful, sweetheart. Such a shame I don’t have time to really admire it,” he chuckled, slipping his tongue past your lips and entangling it with yours.

He pushed you back, mouths parting before you could protest, so your spine was flat along the table. With a swift tug, he gripped where your dress concealed your breasts and pulled it downward. Both of your tits spilled out, bouncing in time with his thrusts. His flushed cheeks became more prominent with his drunken grin. A low groan emerged from his lips as he leaned down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth.

“Oh, sir, oh god!”

He sucked and bit at your nipple like he was desperate for it. His body moved faster, both hands reaching down now to hold onto your hips for leverage. You couldn’t feign modesty anymore, your pleasured screams filling the empty bar and likely spilling into the back streets of Paris.

“Oui, mon chérie, keep squeezing yourself around me like that and I shall paint your insides white,” he whispered against your breast.

You grabbed the edge of the table, spine arching backward and legs spreading wider as he drove deeper into you than before. You felt him reaching the deepest parts of your center, the tip of his cock brushing in a smooth motion against that spot inside of you that made your body tremble. You were weak, a distinct tingling pooling in the pit of your core and spreading all over every inch of your skin.

“Oh god, oh-my-oh-oh!”

In an instant you came. Your entire body gave in to the sensations around you: his mouth over your breast, his tongue flicking masterfully at your nipple, his hand holding onto your outer thigh and squeezing it tightly. You felt everything as though every nerve ending in your body had caught fire.

“Your face is perfection at the height of your pleasure,” he whined, the tone of his voice heightened as his orgasm drew nearer. “The next time we meet, I s-shall, oh-for-god’s-sake, I shall have you touch yourself so I can paint the exact moment when you…”

His hips slammed into yours one final time. A series of choked gasps filled the bar as he made good on his promise to paint your walls white with his hot spend. You liked that feeling of being filled up, even if it was just a stranger at a bar. Perhaps you enjoyed it all the more because it was just a stranger at a bar.

He remained for a moment longer with his body leaned over yours, lips peppering sweet kisses along your sternum as he worked them back up to your neck, your jaw, and then your mouth. His drunken kisses were still sloppy, but you never wanted them to stop.

“What a sweet little muse you are,” he whispered. “I’ve not felt this warmth in my heart for a woman in some time, chérie. I will come back for you every night until my legs no longer work, and you will let me paint you every time, won’t you?”

You nodded, feeling his cock fall out of your hole as it softened. The sound of cum trickling from your cunt tapped like a leaky faucet on the stone floor. With another feather soft kiss, the man stood back from you, looking down at your body with a hooded, lusty gaze. He hardly managed to button his pants, let alone replace his belt, eventually giving up on it all together.

Without another word exchanged between either of you, he stumbled out, leaving you there on the table to wonder if he would ever come back to ‘paint you’ again.

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To your relief, he did come back, and this time when he saw you he was sober. He had an artist's satchel with him, and he led you to a back room of the dingy bar where no one wandered. The lighting was dim, and you could smell something foul, but you were happy to see the man again. You tried to kiss him, but he interrupted you with a finger to your lips.

“I want you to remove your clothes and sit in that chair for me,” he said sweetly.

Without a word you nodded, beginning to remove your clothes. You dropped your dress and undergarments in a heap on the floor. You walked over to the chair and sat as instructed.

“May I know your name, sir?” You asked.

He chuckled, “and ruin the allure that comes with such mystery? I think not, chérie.”

You had to admit that there was a bit of added appeal to the man when you didn’t know his name at all. He could be anyone, from anywhere, who had done anything, and you’d never be the wiser. There was something very exciting and tantalizing about that prospect.

He set up his kit, several brushes and pigments at the ready. You wondered if the barkeep let him paint in there regularly, as he seemed to have an easel and canvas ready to prop up and start his work. He walked over to you, kneeling down by your feet and running his fingers up your calf and to your knee. You felt your breathing grow shallow as those daring fingertips made their way between your closed legs, his other hand coming up to do the same.

“Open,” he cooed, assisting the spread of your thighs with his large hands prying between them. “Wow,” he mused, “what a wondrous beauty.”

He looked up at you, pretty brown eyes glistening in what little light the dim room afforded you both. He kept your gaze while he leaned forward, the tip of his distinguished nose brushing against your already swelling clit. Your lips parted for a wavering breath. Your hand instinctively moved to tangle in his dark locks. His hot breath melted over your folds.

A moan rolled through him as his lips made contact with your cunt. His tongue slid between your slit, and a sharp gasp punched out of your lungs. You gripped his hair tighter, your hips arching into his mouth as if what he was giving you wasn’t enough. He hummed, facial hair brushing against your thighs softly while his head moved to hit all the right spots.

“S-sir I…oh I can’t…oh-god!”

Save for your pleasured panting, the only other sound in the room was his messy slurping as your arousal coated his face. Every now and then the man would look up at you, eyes caked in a pussy-drunk hunger unlike any you’d ever seen. His grip tightened on your thighs, and his nose continued rubbing in delicious circles around your sensitive clit.

Two of his delightfully thick fingers worked between your pussy lips, sliding slowly forward until he was curling them inside of you, all the while he was working his tongue around your swollen nub. You thought you might fall over, using his hair and your grip on the chair beneath you to establish some sort of stability as your body shook.

He added another finger, somehow managing to fit all three inside you and pump them into your hole until you were nearly choking on the air that filled your lungs. It was all so much, the sensations overwhelming until they washed over your body in waves. You felt your cunt contract, juices gushing around his knuckles and coating his hand while your walls squeezed over him. You moaned, eyes rolling back and you struggled to keep yourself from falling over.

The man looked up at you again, rising on his feet just enough to catch your mouth in his. You could taste yourself on him and after enough hungry kisses, your flavor was gone. He pulled back from you, lips swollen and glossy in the light. He stepped back, unbuckling his pants quickly.

“I bet I can make you look even prettier for your portrait, don’t you think, sweetheart?” He asked, running his fingers over your arm and down to your hand, guiding you off the chair and onto your knees.

The floor was cold and the rough surface made your knees ache, but you didn’t have much time to think about your discomfort before his cock was in your face and distracting you from your thoughts. You knew what he wanted, of course. After all, there was a reason you were on your knees. You wrapped your fingers around it as best as you could, not quite able to meet your thumb on the other side. You lapped the tip, gulping down a sweet bead of precum that had collected there.

“I know you won’t disappoint me, chérie. I’ve had enough disappointment to last a man a lifetime. Take it all for me, and don’t hold bac-k-k.”

He moaned deeply the moment your mouth wrapped around his dick, lips sliding down until you reached the base, relaxing your throat to take the entire length. The thickness of him throbbed inside you, and you felt his hand reach to the back of your head to guide you back. He started churning his hips against your face, gagging you on every inch as his length stretched and filled your throat again and again.

You felt tears start to slip down your cheeks, the salty flavor landing along his cock for you to taste while you kept going. The smell of his musk made your mind go numb with desire every time your nose brushed along his soft tuft of pubic hair.

“You’re going to make the prettiest little model for me when I’m finished aren’t you? Oh this mouth, this mouth of yours is divine.”

You hummed in acknowledgement while he continued fucking your throat. You felt your clit burning with arousal, begging for your touch. Your fingers wandered, slipping between your thighs to quell the ache as it grew. With a gasp your lips slipped off his cock, the strings of your slick saliva connecting you to his red tip. He thrust back into your mouth, his pace even faster.

“Don’t do that again, I need to feel that sweet tongue along every inch of me, sweetheart,” he rasped, a distinct whine playing in harmony with his usual baritone.

You kept your mouth on him, moving your fingers in circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You could feel him twitch inside of you, cock leaking more of that sweet and savory taste you craved. You felt his body shaking, his movements becoming sloppier as he got closer to spilling into you. There wasn’t anything you craved more in that moment than to have him fill your belly with every bit he could.

Again you found yourself a mess, eyes rolling back in your head and body quaking as your orgasm ripped through you. You kept your mouth around him, the feeling of his cock in your throat felt even better when you were in a mind-numbed state of ecstasy. He fucked faster, the bruising pace gagging you and causing more tears to fall down your cheeks in streams.

He was there. He was right there…

You were shocked, and mildly disappointed when he pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of his precious cum all over your body. Your face wasn’t the only part of you painted by him, he covered your tits, your neck, and even your thighs.

“There,” he sighed, licking his lips as satisfaction washed over him. “Now go back to your chair, my precious little muse. And keep those pretty legs parted, I want to make sure I get all your best features.”

You slowly stood and strode back in your chair, spreading your legs like he’d told you to. He pulled his pants back up, walking back to his canvas where you saw him grab a small dish and a brush before walking back over to you. He knelt down, holding the dish under your cunt and using the brush to collect your arousal into the porcelain bowl.

“W-what are you–”

“Sh,” he smirked, looking up at you with a mischievous grin. “I’m trying out a new medium, chérie. Keep quiet and let me work.”

He collected your slick until he had a small amount in the dish. He took a bit of his own cum, still decorating your skin in various areas of your body, and he began mixing it with yours.

“Now don’t move, oui?”

You nodded, “oui.”

You watched as he painted, using both your juices to mix the pigment powders he’d brought with him. His eyes darted over the top of the canvas from time to time, narrowed in concentration as he worked. His spend dried on your body and face as the time went on, and you started to feel a bit chill, though you didn’t dare ask to put your clothes back on.

After quite some time he stopped, stepping back with a proud grin sporting his handsome face.

“Come see,” he whispered excitedly.

You walked over to see the painting the man had made of you. It truly was breathtaking, though it was clear the medium wasn’t binding well with the pigment. There were cracks from the dried slick, causing the paint to flake. A heartbreaking sight, but something about it made the creation all the more beautiful. The art piece was temporary, like a quick and wonderful thing that was never meant to last.

Like two strangers meeting a couple of times in a bar only to one day part ways, never to meet again.

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Only his: Bo Sinclair x GN reader

I got a domestic Bo fluff idea and after deleting my initial idea I got something I'm so excited to share with y'all. This is pure romantic fluff about Bo so if you're an angst lover sit this one out.

Warnings: Brief mention of religion and brief mention of violence

It’s a quiet morning. A rare day Bo decided to just take off completely. He’s always doing something around town or luring in victims but today he’s completely free. You’re free with him too. Today is a day where you can just breathe and love and relax. You’re watching the sun rise from your window as you lay on Bo’s chest. He often pulls you close to him after he has a nightmare. It took awhile before he even admitted he intentionally pulled you over to him, but he can’t deny it now.

“You know I picked up a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ from a victim’s bag. It made me think about marriage. I know you’re not the most religious person but I think marriage sounds nice.” You say softly, running your hands over your hair to push it out of your face. “I always had fantasies about a beautiful wedding when I was younger. I guess I just got reminded of it when I picked up that book.”

Bo stays silent but he runs his hand up then down your back, repeating this motion over and over again. You can tell he’s listening to you. He won’t admit it ever but he’s a big softie for you now. You’ve worn him down to a point he can be a bit more open with you.

“I never thought I was gonna get married. I just never thought I’d have anything past a one night stand or a friend with benefits. But marriage does sound nice.” You chuckle and look up at him from where you’re laying.

“I forgot how much of a manwhore you were before you met me.” You say teasingly. The first time you ever called Bo a manwhore he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day until you apologized. Lester told you one time he called Bo a man whore and Bo almost broke his arm when he twisted it, granted that was when Bo was 20. But now Bo laughs and pushes your head down on his chest to shut you up.

You laugh too and move your head to the side again to watch that sunrise. It’s silent in the house, but a comforting silence. It’s a time where you don’t have to worry about any victims walking in and interrupting you. Either of his brothers pulling him away for something. This time belongs to you and him, this time is yours to share. This time with him is more valuable than anything you can own. This time and love is yours, truly and wholly yours to share with him.

“If things were different Bo, I’d love to marry you. I’d marry you with no ring, I’d marry you even if we couldn’t have a ceremony, I’d marry you no matter what.” You pause for a moment and wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you.” Bo pauses.

“I love ya too.” He whispers, almost like the words are too valuable to share with anyone but you.

A week later you’re sitting with Bo in his shop while you flip absentmindedly through a magazine. You have developed a routine over the almost two years you’ve been living with Bo. Every time he comes in here to work on this car you join him. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you help him. You’ve actually learned a lot about cars through this.

But today isn’t any different. Bo is mumbling something to himself and he eventually sets down the tool he was using.

“I need some grease. Do ya mind gettin’ that jar in the back for me darlin’?” Bo asks, wiping off his hands. You get up from where you’re sitting and you shake your head.

“Not at all.” You say before walking into the back of the shop and searching for the jar he was talking about. You’ve practically memorized where everything in the shop is at this point. But today you can’t seem to find where this jar is. You look around the whole back, then again, and again, and on your fourth time looking around you still can’t find it.

“Come on, where are you?” You check behind the shelves and boxes and in every possible place this could be and you still can’t find that damn jar. You groan and give up before walking back over to Bo, “I don’t know if it just decided to leave or something but the jar is,” You notice Bo’s hands are surprisingly clean and he seems a bit nervous, “gone.”

Bo doesn't show that he’s nervous, or most of his emotions really. It took him months to even tell you when he was feeling upset. While he doesn’t look nervous, you can tell he’s nervous. He walks over to you and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

“You know I’m not good with words.” He says, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a ring. “I remember what you said before. I know my mama would’ve loved you. I want you to marry me.” He says, holding up the ring to show you. A large, toothful grin grows on your face and you nod your head, positioning your hand so he can put the ring on.

He slides it on and it’s a little loose, but you can’t even tell because of how strong your heart beat is. Your eyes start to water and you look down at the ring.

“Oh come on now don’t cry.” He says with a chuckle, trying to downplay the moment. You playfully swat his chest and look up at him, your smile still wide.

“I…You’re…This…” You say as you try to gather up your words but all you can do is wrap your arms around Bo and start to cry happily into his shoulder. You feel his arms wrap around you too and that just makes you cry even harder. “All I want is to be yours. Even when you’re gone I’ll still be yours.” You say, your smile quivering with your tears.

“It’s funny you think death can get you out of this relationship.” Bo says with a chuckle. You swat his back this time and look at your ring again. The world is too small for the amount of love you feel for your husband. The world is too small for someone as lovely as him.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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i’m on the roof...

warnings: coke mention. angst with no happy ending (for now). mentions of cheating. love fucks you up!

“You need to come, now.”

She looks at the contact name once again, taken back by the fact that Jeff Azoff is calling her in the middle of the night.

Sure, it wasn’t as though they weren’t friendly– they were friends, but she always felt like Harry had gotten all the friends in his corner in their breakup. Jeff, Glenne, Tom… she knew they were his friends first, and that she was only introduced to the little group after they started hanging out, but in that short amount of time, they all became close friends.

“What?” She can’t help but stutter. “Where?”

“To ours. I know you’re in LA… it’s sort of an emergency.”

She shakes her head, and looks at the man watching him from the kitchen island, a cup of tea in hand. “I don’t understand… why?”

“Y/N, just come. Please.”

She lets out a sigh. “I’m not coming unless you’re telling me what’s going on,” she makes eye contact with the man, and he sends her a smile, as if trying to lighten the mood.

It doesn’t help.

Jeff swears under his breath.

“It’s Harry.”

She touches her bottom lip with her thumb and index finger, pinching the skin.

She doesn’t want to see him.

Not after everything.

It’s been a while since she’s heard his name– it’s been a long time since they’ve been each other’s problems.

They’ve both moved on. At least, she tried.

“What’s– why, I don’t understand.”

“He’s on the roof– keeps cursing your name,” Jeff mutters. “He’s been acting weird, although I’m guessing it’s the coke. I can’t– we can’t go near him, he won’t let us.”

She shakes her head. Her heart breaks, hearing how he’s doing coke again.

With a cold stare at the marble kitchen island, she says, “It’s none of my business.”

“Please, Y/N.”

“Fuck– okay, okay, I’m coming.”

“Thank you,” she hears Jeff sigh. “Thank you– the gate will be open.”

An hour later, she finds herself at the gate.

She parks her car outside, because she is merely an outsider now. She walks in, and Jeff is at the door, phone in hand, the device lighting up his face under the mellow light.

“Y/N,” Jeff sighs in relief.

She notices he looks the same, and it brings back memories. Trying to ignore the feeling deep in her stomach, she nods, and walks inside, Jeff following behind. They walk up the stairs, and he stays behind, watching as she walks outside, finally reaching the roof.

There he is.

He’s dressed in a cosy looking jumper, and his hair falls to his forehead, almost looking like a little lion. He can make out the bags under his beautiful eyes, and when she looks down at his hands, she notices the rings missing, sans the one she gave him.

“Harry,” she whispers, when she notices him getting close to the edge.

He falters.

He stops his movements, and turns around, turns his whole face rather than letting her look at the side of his face.

He lets out a bitter chuckle, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. She follows the motion, gulping when his eyes find hers– he looks feral.

He doesn’t say anything.

She takes it as her cue to talk again.

“Harry,” she takes a step forward, still keeping her distance. “You’re acting like a crazy person, get down,” she nods at the step he’s standing on, very close to the edge.

If the wind hit him, she thinks, he might just fall.

“Fuck you,” Harry spits out. “Fuck you– fuck off.”

“Get down.”

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

She lets out a humourless laugh. “Jeff called.”

“And you came,” he murmurs into the night. There’s nothing soft about his tone.

“He’s scared shitless that you’re going to kill yourself and he’s going to have to explain it to the whole world,” she hugs her arms around her body, suddenly feeling the wind get to her.

Harry shakes his head, and sits on the step, instead of standing. “Leave me alone.”

“You’re being a child,” she tries again, trying to push his buttons.

Perhaps, she was being a bit mean.

But, she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about hurting him at the moment.

In fact, she wanted to hurt him– hurt him like he did to her.

Harry coughs into his fist, and looks up. “You would know about being a child.”

“Why are you doing coke again?” She tries to change the subject.

He looks up again, a boyish smile present on his face.

“Who said I’m doing coke?”

“Jeff, and well, you keep bringing it up in your songs. It’s a bit worrying if you ask me.”

“Like you care.”

She looks around, and spots a step, much like the one he’s sitting on. Despite the cold, she walks to it, and sits down, arms hugging herself. Harry watches like a hawk.

“You promised,” she murmurs. “You promised you wouldn’t do it as much. It’s coke, Harry– it’s not a joke. You’re ruining your life.”

“Please,” Harry sighs. “Stop acting like you care.”

“I do care, that’s the problem.”

“Why did you leave, Y/N?” Harry says, looking at her face.

“You ended it.”

He shakes his head. “No– that night, two months ago. You left.”

She thinks back to the hotel room, the messy sheets, the fifty-dollar bills on the nightstand, a broken vase, and the burgundy spill on the hotel carpet.

She feels sick, she feels the nausea in her bones.

Harry’s gaze is no help.

“I had to,” she says, voice quiet. She doesn't even know if he heard her until he lets out a chuckle.

“I asked you,” Harry gets up, and walks closer to her. He stops in front of her for a moment before kneeling there, sitting on his heels. “I asked you to stay, Y/N, the night before. You said– you said ‘yes’.”

“You asked me a lot of things,” she looks up at him, tears in her eyes. “You asked me a lot of shit that night, how– I didn’t think you wanted me to stay, not after everything.”

“I–”

“–It was a fucking mistake, Harry.”

He shakes his head, hair falling to his forehead. He reaches for her, but stops mid-movement. He places his hands on his thighs. “Not to me.”

“You cheated on your girlfriend.”

“Fuck!” He lets out a growl, getting back on his feet. She watches him walk back and forth, and he punches the wall before walking back to where she’s seated. “Like you cared, Y/N,” he shouts in her face, getting closer and closer to her– close enough for her to smell the alcohol in his breath. “You wanted it– we both did. I– I didn’t give a shit!”

“You’re still with her.”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t do this. Not when it hurts so much– not when you hurt me this much.”

“I love you,” it’s a promise.

She doesn’t think it’s enough.

Coming from him, it seems to be never enough.

“You don’t love me, Harry,” she shakes her head, letting out a sob. “You love the familiarity of me,” she bites her bottom lip.

“That’s bullshit. I love you. I still fucking love you, isn’t that enough?”

“Wasn’t it enough when I begged you to stay?”

He shakes his head, running his fingers through his mess of a hair. “It was different back then.”

“It wasn’t. I loved you,” she tries, words leaving her mouth like broken pleas.

He looks up at that, eyes finding hers. “‘Loved’ me?”

“It doesn’t matter– it shouldn’t matter. I’m sick of this push and pull game,” she gets on her feet. Harry takes a step back when she takes one forward. “I’m sick of you wailing in your songs. I’m so sick of seeing you with her when you fucked me in that hotel room, knowing you would do the same with her the next day. I’m sick of you, Harry Styles– I’m sick of the effect you seem to have on me–”

Harry lets out a sob, vigorously drying his eyes with the back of his hand. “–You’re not sick of me,” he says, with a shake of his head.

“I deserve better.”

“I deserve you.”

“You do not deserve me. You left me. Told me I deserved better, then started seeing her the next month. You know what, Harry?” She whispers. “You were right– I do deserve better. Better than you.”

“I love you,” he sniffs.

She looks down at her shoes. “Maybe.”

“I wanted better for you,” Harry waves his hands around. “But I can’t– I can’t let you go, I can’t fucking do it. Not when it hurts this much.”

“You have to,” she takes another step back. “Let me go.”

“I can’t,” he takes a step back.

She stops, letting him catch up to her. He stops in front of her, toes almost touching. She shakes her head when he lets out another broken sob. Lifting her hand, she touches his cold cheek, feeling his stubble. She closes her eyes at the familiar feeling, getting lost in it.

Harry leans into it, and sniffs once more.

They open their eyes at the same time.

“You know I’ll never stop, right?” Harry whispers, touching her hand that is on his cheek.

She smiles, though it’s a broken one.

“You have to– we have to stop.”

“Don’t go,” he says, alert when she lets go of him, and starts walking backwards.

She laughs, tears falling down her cheeks.

“You need to let me go, Harry Styles,” she says, loud enough for him to hear through the wind.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x you #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry x reader #harry styles imagines

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bleedingoptimism · 7 months

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The Stray

part four

“What… are you doing?” Eddie asks him softly, afraid of the answer as if he can’t already tell.

Steve sniffs and looks at him with an apologetic smile, a single tear hanging off his long eyelashes.

“I talked to Robin. I told her the truth. She wants me to go live with her.”

Right. Robin. The best friend who lives across the fucking country while she’s finishing a master’s or something. The one Steve didn’t want to find out the truth because he didn’t want her to worry. The only family he has left. Eddie had talked with her once or twice on the phone, Steve told her they were roommates… She seemed nice. He kind of hates her now.

“You want to leave.” He doesn't mean to sound so intense but he can’t help himself. His whole world is turning on its axis. Just like that first morning when he got home to find Steve in his kitchen.

He hadn’t even thought of the kitchen as his in such a long time. It was theirs. Steve’s and Max’s and Eddie’s. Their kitchen.

Why would he leave?

“No!” Steve tells him taking a step closer and shaking his head, “No, but…” He crosses his arms around himself and does that little shrug of his, “It’s been months, Eddie! And I’m not any closer to finding a job or fending for myself! I can’t keep living off of you! Not when-” But he cuts himself and shakes his head again hugging himself harder.

“You are not! You are so much help! And you make us happy and money it’s not a problem-” Eddie tries to assure him.

“But it is! It is for me! I can’t-” Steve frowns at him and Eddie quickly lifts the notebook back from the floor and walks inside.

“What if I gave you a job?” He asks, a little desperate.

Steve's frown deepens as he looks confused at his notebook in Eddie’s hands, “What?”

“I- I’m sorry I found your notebook and I read your songs and they are so good Steve-” He grabs Steve’s hand and gives the notebook back, “Corrored Coffin could hire you as a songwriter! Or I could put you in contact with my agent and-”

Steve throws the notebook into his open bag and takes a step away from Eddie, he covers his face with his hands and moves them up to his hair, tugs on it. And Eddie fumbles in place because he doesn't know where he went wrong.

“So you- you and Max, you- help me and take care of me and give me support and a family, a ho- a home. And now you want to give me a job?! Eddie I- it’s too much. I can’t-” And whatever he was going to say gets lost behind his hands as he covers his face again, shoulders shaking and taking short intakes of air.

Eddie steps right back into Steve’s space and holds him by the shoulders, hands going up and down in a soothing motion, “Woah, puppy, yes, you can! Of course, you can! I’m not offering it, I’m asking you. I need you.”

Hiccuping, Steve slowly moves his hands away from his face, he blushes and his eyes search Eddie’s as he wipes his tears away pointlessly, since more keep falling nonstop.

“Why do you call me that?” He asks seemingly out of nowhere.

Eddie is so thrown back he chuckles, “You don’t mind, do you?” he asks, moving a strand of hair away from Steve’s eyes. He knows he doesn’t, he’s been calling him that for months, and Steve blushes and bites his lips like he’s holding back a whimper every. single. time. It drives Eddie insane. But he’s never asked him why before.

Steve shakes his head and bites his lip, “Why puppy?” he asks.

Maybe it’s not the confession he was hoping for, but still, Eddie tries to lay it all out there. Instead of answering why he calls him ‘puppy’, he answers why he’s in love with him.

“Because you are cute and kind and bubbly. Because your smile is so bright and sincere when you see us, you make coming home the best part of the day. Because your happiness is contagious, your hair is soft and wavy. Because you are bad at taking care of yourself and always put everyone else’s needs before your own. Because you sing like an angel and you are so pretty it makes me want to cry. Puppy.”

Steve blinks and Eddie caresses under his eye, wiping another tear away, “Not because I'm a stray?” Steve murmurs under his breath and before Eddie can answer, Steve grabs Eddie’s hands away from his face but moves a little closer and holds them between their chests.

He shakes his head with a little frown between his brows, “I lied, I do mind when you call me that. It makes me want to do stupid things.”

“Like what?” If he could move closer he would, but right now they are toe to toe.

“Like fall in love with you.” Steve says looking right into his eyes, “Like stay.”

“Fuck, Steve would you?” Eddie whines and lets go of their entwined hands to grab at Steve’s waist and pull him closer, “Would you stay?”

Steve keeps his hands over Eddie’s chest, one palm over his heart and there’s no doubt he can feel how hard his heart is beating right now, “Eddie, I don’t need-”

“I know you don’t, of course you don’t. But I want it.” Eddie interrupts him. And this is it. This is where he comes clean.

“I want you. I want to take care of you, to touch you, to make you feel good, to keep you close and safe. To give you things and stop you from working too hard and remind you when you haven't eaten all day or not to work out too much or forget to take your jacket when it’s cold. I want you to wear my jacket when it’s cold.”

Finally, Steve’s hands move from his pecs to his shoulders and he circles Eddie’s neck with his arms, the heat of his body warming Eddie from head to toe.

“That sounds like so much work. I’d be so needy,” he whispers shyly, a little unsure. But there’s a glint in his eyes, and Eddie knows he is already in.

“I want you needy,” Eddie says, his lips almost touching Steve’s, “I want to be what you need.”

Steve does whimper at that but he doesn’t move closer. He’s waiting for Eddie to kiss him first but Eddie needs to know. Needs to know if Steve’s still going to leave.

“Puppy, please. Stay.” He begs.

A whine and nod is all he needs.

fin

part 1: 🎸

part 2: 🐾

part 3: 📓

part 4: you are here!

coffee?☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i wrote something #the stray #hope you liked it!

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drewsbuzzcut · 11 months

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Lay All Your Love On Me

college baseball player!drew starkey x fem!reader

a college baseball au blurb (summer series)

warnings: mentions being naked and alludes to sex

You can’t stop your hands from shaking. You’re not nervous, just excited. You’re about to marry your best friend in a small, beautiful chapel in Capri, Italy.

You and Drew signed any document necessary for you to be here. You will get married and travel throughout Italy as your honeymoon. The Italy trip has been planned since your junior year of college, but just last minute you both decided to elope there. You were glad to have it be just the two of you, not needing to worry about planning and stressing about other people. It is also way more romantic.

The warm breeze blows through your hair, loose waves flowing off your shoulders. You’re dressed in a simple, white dress with a broderie anglaise pattern in the fabric, paired with green kitten heels.

The sun sneaks in past the arches of the old building, casting you in an angelic glow. The sunlight also makes Drew’s eyes look like stained glass, meant to be in some kind of museum to be appreciated. However, you wish to be the only one that can swim in them.

His hands hold your delicate ones, softly tracing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

You take multiple deep breaths as the priest joins both of your hearts for eternity, but there’s nothing more calming than Drew’s touch, or his lingering stare. The closer you get to finally being married, the more you see Drew’s face turn up into a smile. A smile that becomes tearful when you both recite your vows. Nothing or anyone can prepare you for how emotional it is. You wipe away his tears just as he does the same for you.

When the priest gets to the final part, the part before Drew gets to kiss you, both of your hearts start racing, dying to jump into each other’s arms. However, the moment you’re both to say “I do,” everything moves in slow motion. The way your faces light up in a bright smile, and Drew grabs onto your arms to pull you into him. His hands rest on your hips while one of yours cups the back of his neck and the other is splayed out on the side of his face, making sure his lips don’t leave yours. Your sweet kiss is interrupted by your soft giggles, a deep blush dusting your cheeks when you look up to see Drew with the same flushed smile. You pull him into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck right before you whisper your words of love into his ear.

“We’re married!” You gleam, your whole body thrumming with elation.

“I love you, Mrs. Starkey,” Drew says, kissing you one more time. You have to stop yourself from screaming out loud and jumping around like a maniac.

As you and Drew walk back to your small villa, you have your hands on each other the whole time. Yours rests happily around his waist while his hand caresses the back of your neck. The stark contrast of the cold metal of his wedding band biting at your hot skin serves as your personal reminder that you’re now married.

Every once in a while you have to stop your trek so you can pull him down into a kiss almost as blistering as the sun. Making it back to your small villa proves to be a difficult task when you both continue to stop every other minute, needing to drown in each other, too impatient to wait until you’re confined in privacy.

However, when you do make it back, Drew is quick to strip you out of your dress. He has to stop for a minute, collecting his thoughts and calming his breathing when he sees you only dressed in dainty, white lingerie. Something you picked up before your trip.

You fluster under his heated, desire-filled gaze, growing shy as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you naked. The pad of his finger traces your small flower tattoo along your collarbone before his hands rub your arms, making your chills disappear. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling softly when you look down.

“Don’t get shy on me, darling,” he whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it after. His smooth voice makes you melt, your body leaning all the way into him. His hands travel the expanse of your back, stopping along the way to trace your sun tattoo inked on the skin of your tailbone. He slowly peels your panties off then moves to unclasp your bra, leaving you completely bare while he’s still wearing his linen pants and sage green button up.

“I want you,” you whimper, blinking up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes hypnotizing him to do whatever you ask as if he’d ever tell you no.

Your hands start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his muscled chest up his neck.

“I love you, husband,” you giggle, growing excited at the new pet name you can finally call him.

“I love you more, my beautiful wife,” he says, picking you up and throwing you on the bed, loving the melodious sounds of your laughter.

“Show me,” you muse, looking absolutely heavenly with your hair splayed out over the soft pillows, and your silky body on display.

“I intend to,” he claims, igniting that flame.

You just smile, readying yourself for the pleasure that is sure to take over.

a/n: First installment of the summer series. Hope you all enjoy!!!

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petertingle-yipyip · 7 months

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

one - deja vu

tags: n/a two // masterlist // MAD AT GOD (DD CANON)

welcome back to the MAG universe! this time around we are rolling through the Punisher series. i’m so excited to develop her friendship with Frank and see what happens between her and Billy!

Pairing: Billy x Reader (casual), Frank x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 5, 728

Summary: Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

You moved over quickly, using Luke as footing to jump from after he knocked her into a short spin so she faced away from you. You moved in a fluid motion to connect the wires between your wrists as you hooked one leg over her shoulders and jammed the other against her spine. You leaned forward enough to get the wire across her throat before you dropped to land on your feet.

She was quick to flip her sai in her grip and slam it through your thigh. Your leg buckled and she used the chance to free herself, spinning to slam her foot against the side of your head. You fell to your back with a wet thump and you pushed to your elbows, craning your neck to see her weapon skewering your thigh. The red stained tip poked through and any movement sent a sharp pain through your body, eminating deep within your bone. She dared to move closer and you kicked the opposing foot against her chest.

Once that foot landed back on the ground, the pain on the other side made you cry out. You managed to drag yourself to your feet and stood unsteadily, hopping on your good leg to try and maintain balance. You reached awkwardly behind yourself for your staffs, having to connect them quickly and use them as a cane for the moment.

“You’ll die down here with us.” Elektra’s voice taunted you, though she was no where to be seen. “As you should.”

You hobbled in a small circle while you tried to find where the voice was coming from. But there was no one, not even the ghost of footsteps or shuffles to give her away. The rest of your group was gone, as if they never came down with you. Not even the elevator.

Hadn’t they just been there?

The tunnels around you stretched as far as you could see, dripping and collecting small puddles. Your labored breathing filled the silence between drips and you felt something eerily out of place about the whole thing.

“Come on then.” You challenged weakly. A deep breathe before you screamed into the wet darkness. “Come out and kill me!”

“Y/N.” He said calmly and you spun so fast you nearly slipped in the water. But when you glanced down to find your footing, you were in a puddle of blood. All of the water had turned to blood. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head, assuming it was your own mania creeping in, but when you opened them the sight hadn’t changed.

“This is what you wanted.” He used the same eerily calm tone, even as the ground shook beneath your feet.

“You should’ve left.” You said angrily as the drips began to land on your forehead. “You shouldn’t be here, Matt.”

“Then why didn’t you keep him safe?” Elektra appeared at his side, walking around him like a predator taunting her prey. Her fingers trailed along the back of his shoulders.

But even in the dim light, neither of them looked like themselves. They were soaking wet and it looked it was water on their bodies, but it reflected red once it hit the ground. Their skins were tinted blue, cyanotic to match their puffy lips and swollen bodies. Their eyes were hollow, sunken in and hardly even there. Everytime their mouths open, blood spilled. They looked like corpses that had been left at the bottom of the river for months to decay in silence.

“I tried.” You answered but the sound barely registered.

Your eye suddenly stung and when you reached to wipe it, your hand came back with fresh red blood. The scar above your eye, the deep gash your mask left from your fight with Fisk, was now fresh and seeping into your eye. The scar on your cheekbone stained the lower half of your face. Your chest snapped and the cartilage fell loose and the old cracks in your ribs fell open. One by one, old injuries became fresh again and each one felt like a hit to your stamina, to your strength, until you fell back to your knees.

Elektra appeared in front of you now, reaching with a sadistic smile for her sai that still dripped with your blood. You tried to back away but landed against Matt, who moved quickly to pin you to the ground. You struggled against him, but he leaned more of his weight against you and left you flailing and kicking.

“Matt? Matt, what are you doing?” You said in a panic but your own blood filled your mouth.

Elektra twisted the weapon in your leg and you screamed out, a gurggled sound that nearly choked you. You kicked your other foot at her but it moved through her, as if she was never really there.

“You’ll die. Painfully.” She threatened before a second sai appeared in her hands.

She climbed over your body, knees on either side of your ribs as she lined her weapon with the center of your chest. By then you were crying, hair sticking to your face and thrashing your body under her weight. But she didn’t move. Matt didn’t move. Instead, they offered each other wicked smiles before both looking down at you.

“You could’ve saved me, Y/N/N… Why didn’t you?” Matt asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but before your voice could find you, Elektra’s weapon began to press into your chest.

Breaking the skin earned a whine.

Her jamming the heel of her hand against it to break through your sternum drew a groan.

Her slow, intentional pressure against your heart earned a plead.

“I can fix this.” You tried, barely a whisper above the shattering thuds of collapsing rock.

“If you could’ve…” She said lowly, leaning forward to meet your panicked eyes, dripping blood from her lips. “You would’ve already.”

Your eyes went wide at the wet sound of the sai piercing your heart.

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You shot up in your bed and a hand instantly moved to your cheek. The skin was clear of blood but covered in a layer of sweat. You felt above your brow and found the same. With a small noise of stress, you threw your comforter back and shuffled to the bathroom. A hand was rubbing the center of your chest, haunted by the tip of Elektra’s weapon.

You flipped the light, squinting through it for a minute until your eyes adjusted. You planted both hands against the countertop and leaned in to see the faint lines of scars around your eye. The subtle discolorations that followed the shape of your mask, permanent memories of your time as a vigilante, of that hole deep inside you that you couldn’t quite fill. Quantico had done very little towards that gaping feeling, that hole somewhere too deep for you reach that felt like it would swallow you everyday.

You thought that FBI training, getting away from the Kitchen, would maybe be good for you. It’d be time to breathe, maybe even grieve. But those words didn’t seem to mean anything to you anymore. It just felt like they were adding to that depth, sucking out any remnants of progress you had made.

Maybe coming home wasn’t going to be any better.

You blew out a sigh and splashed your face with cold water, a contrast to the heat that seemed to live in your blood now. You felt warm, everywhere you went. No matter the temperature outside, you were boiling inside. But if someone were to touch your skin, they’d never know.

That was who you were now. Not Y/N. Not even Exodus. You were someone else. Someone with Y/N’s memories and tendencies, with Exodus’ mania and skills, but other things were left unaccounted for. Who’s morals did you maintain? Who’s relationships were important?

Who’s heart beat in your chest? Who’s blood was in your veins?

But if you thought about it too long, Matt’s voice would creep into your thoughts. Random things he had told you throughout the time you knew him. Empty promises he made to Exodus. Honest sentiment he gave to Y/N. The last words you heard him say.

You shoved those thoughts to a deep corner of your mind as you headed back to the living room. The chest in the closet seemed to call out to you. The chest full of boxing memorabilia pertaining to Matt’s father, some of his own collection and some you were able to add for him, one of his bibles, and the false bottom that allowed him to hide his suit.

The suit that would never be there again.

You sighed and shook your head before heading to your bedroom to find clothes for the day. You might as well get ready since you knew your mind wasn’t going to let you sleep again anytime soon.

Wasting as much time as you could, you got ready and headed out into the city. You had been back from Quantico for about a week and you were trying to settle back into the Kitchen, but the nightmare of Midland haunted you every night. It was a little different everytime, sometimes the words they spoke to you changed and once it was Matt that killed you with your own blade, but it always the same premise. The three of you, everything coated in blood, and you died.

It was either your conscious gnawing at you and refusing to let you escape, even in sleep, or it was the universe telling you that death would find you. Either way, it never left your mind.

As you were out, you saw Matt in every face. Everywhere you went, you saw him. You almost called his name a few times until you got a better look and remembered he was dead. It felt like you were losing yourself in the grief, in the hopes that it was all a bad dream. Maybe you were still dreaming?

But then someone bumped your shoulder walking by and you knew you weren’t. Weeks had passed and you still couldn’t fully stomach the fact that he was gone. In your mind, you just wanted him there and he was everywhere but nowhere all at once.

You were wandering your usual streets, fighting through the relentless deja vu, stopping at one of the few lunch spots you missed, and ended up at the only building you thought could help. It was one of the few places you didn’t avoid prior to your time away, and now, maybe it was the only chance to cool the blaze under your skin. To fill the hole.

You walked in with a shaky breath and found Father Lantom outside the confessional, talking to one of the nuns with hushed urgency. But as you approached, he sent the nun away and turned to you with a small but welcoming smile. He gestured to the small, private conversation box and you simply nodded. He stepped inside first and you followed suit into your side about a minute later.

“Good to have you back.” Father Lantom said after a short silence. “How was your training?”

“Good, yeah, it was good.” You answered simply. “Dex said everything went really well so now it’s just waiting for approval or something, I don’t really remember…”

“It was quick.”

“Yeah, it was a specialty.. Accelerated… Accelerated program.” Your eyes fell and you noticed you were wringing your fingers. Since when did you do that? “Look, Father, I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to say to start this but…”

“Whatever you need to say, Y/N.” He offered genuinely. “Whenever you’re ready to say it.”

“I keep having this nightmare, Elektra and Matt and me. Under Midland and we all die together… Usually El does it but Matt’s done it too, killed me. And I thought being away would make it easier. But it feels worse… I can’t sleep. I hardly eat. I just feel empty.”

“Have you ever felt anything like this before?”

“When I was younger, when I realized what I was going to have to do in the Red Room. I didn’t feel like a person…”

“Hmm..”

“But then I got out and out of nowhere I meet Matt and suddenly… It was like my heart was beating in my chest for the first time.” You couldn’t fight the sad smile that stretched your lips. “Now, it’s like anytime I think about him, my heart can’t beat. It’s just there, weighing down my chest like a rock.”

“When Matt would first tell me about his night activities, he was so twisted up about some of the things he found.” He spoke carefully, treading a fine line between breaking the seal of confession and finding the details that he hoped would offer you comfort. “Some of the things he had seen, what some people in this town were capable of…”

“People like me?”

“No. He never spoke unkindly about you, even before he knew.”

That seemed to fill the hole a little but the blaze remained.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the type…” You sniffled. “Were you able to help him?”

“What I offered wasn’t the help he needed. I could offer bible verses and quotes to him every day, but he knew them all. He knew the stories and the psalms as easy as he knew his way here.”

“So what’d you say?”

“I told him to listen to his heart, because his had always been good. Angry and hurt, yes, but also good.”

“I’ve never felt this alone.” You spoke, a distance in your voice as you stared at the wood door in front of you. “I’ve been left before, by others and by my own choice. I’ve sabotaged my life to a point where I had to be alone and I’ve sacrificed my lifestyle to protect people around… I don’t want to feel this again.”

“Feeling these kinds of things is what makes us human.”

“Yeah..” You nodded, finding the familiar mental ledge that could take it all away. That could turn it all off so it didn’t matter, that would let Y/N rest. All you had to do… Was give her… A little push. “Maybe that humanity is the issue.”

“Guilt is a good thing.. It’s a soul’s call to action, the innate feeling that something is wrong. The only way to rid yourself of it is to correct your mistakes.”

“Correct my mistakes…” You repeated slowly. “I can’t correct this one… Not the way I’d need to. But I know how to get rid of these feelings.”

“Y/N?” He asked quickly and the concern was palpable in his voice.

“Thanks, Father… It’s been nice catching up.”

And with that, you left the church. You took a deep breathe when you stepped out, the crisp New York air hitting you as soon as you stepped out. There was something freeing in that breath. The heat still blazed with every beat of your stoned heart, leaving a trail of warmth through your veins. The hole still lived in your soul but now you fed it, all the sorrow and despair and loneliness was shoved into the hole. It didn’t fill it by any means, but it satisfied it enough that it wouldn’t swallow you whole. It allowed you to live, and for now that was enough.

The rest of your day was relatively uneventful. You went home for a while and did some reorganzing. You cleaned up some of Matt’s leftover belongings that you were unable to touch before. You even started a pile of things that you figured you should donate. Someone else in the Kitchen could probably use some of those suits.

You took down some photos and put them in the closet with his chest. You even took down that painting from the art gallery you bought. It was the red one Vanessa had showed you. You bought it because you had liked it. It made you think of the Man in the Mask and how turbulent your relationship was but now that he was gone, it was just another token of a dead life. So you shoved it away as well.

You cleaned some of the things you had been neglecting and began to feel like you were actually getting some sort of normalcy back. It wasn’t the normalcy that Matt would’ve wanted for you. You could recognize that, but you never expected to have that anyway. You never had the normalcy he wanted for you when he wasn’t around, so you felt no requirement to find it now that he was gone. And maybe you owed it to his memory to live a real life, live a life of peace, but that was never part of you.

It was later that night when you realized what day it was.

Curtis’ support group for veterans.

You were always welcomed there, ever since you started with Anvil. He never made you talk but the option was always there. And you did, occasionally, if only to shut down one of the other guys. There was a certain respect from Curtis that you didn’t find in other people. He knew you were from an ‘elite covert kill squad’ since childhood but he didn’t ask other questions. He didn’t need to know everything to know that you were lost. It was refreshing and you liked to stay after official sessions to talk about whatever you were thinking or feeling.

But glancing at the time, it was too late for that. So you shrugged it off and decided you’d go next time. At least to say hello to an old friend, the least judgemental one you had left. Instead, you decided you’d go to the bookstore and add to your to-be-read collection while continuing to ignore texts from everyone that knew you.

It wasn’t long until alleged vigilantism found it’s way to you. That next morning, stories of an assault at a construction zone hit your ears. Bodies found under fresh concrete with more blunt force injuries than they should’ve had. Then, estimated to be a few hours later, a hit against a prominent crime family.

It had a familiarity to it that you couldn’t quite place, but it gave you an odd sense of comfort. There was the haunt of concern in your bones, as if you worried that there was something left unanswered within you, but Matt took that part with him. When he died, so did that part of you that wanted to do something good. That wanted to help the neighborhood you loved. You liked the fact that someone else was handling it for you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t vaguely set off an old itch that liked to be scratched. An old manic, sadistic, worrisome itch that could easily spiral to a full blown bloodbath.

So instead, you carried on with your day. You went to the grocery store to refill your fridge and your pantry. You bought some new clothes, more fitting for an FBI agent, and got some plastic totes to put away some of Matt’s things. The things you didn’t want to look at but couldn’t quite bring yourself to get rid of.

While you were out, you decided to stop by an old warehouse. You weren’t even sure if he would be there, but it was the only starting point you had. You knocked lightly on the door before heading inside, watching the corners and dark shadows carefully.

“Melvin.” You called out when you saw the vague shape of a man sweeping in the corner. “I just wanna talk.”

“Whoever you are, I don’t talk.” He said sharply, coming into full view with a wrench gripped tightly in his hands. “Just go on back the way you came and this never happened.”

“We had a mutual friend.” You said simply, lifting your head a little. “Our Man in the Mask.”

“Shit.” He breathed, slowly dropping the wrench. “I uh, heard he’s gone… That true?”

“Yeah. Your suit protected him from a lot but couldn’t withstand a falling building.”

“Shit.” He said again.

“Mmm.” You agreed. “I came to ask you for something. A vest. Clean lines, simple build. Something I can wear daily, under my normal clothes.”

“Guess that makes you Exodus, huh?” He broke into a small smile that didn’t last. “Sorry but I don’t do that anymore.”

“Yeah, I figured… Neither do I, not really. Ever since Red went down, I…” You took a deep breath. “I got a good job lined up, just need a little something.”

He sighed heavily and turned to the ceiling before facing you again.

“I’ll do you a favor, just this once cause your friend always kept his word. But don’t expect anything else.” He said firmly, pointing a finger at you.

“One and done.” You nodded.

“Alright.. Ah jeez, okay. Your measurements the same? Red and black still?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You looked at your arms and chest. “And uh, no. No red.”

“C’mon.” He guffawed. “You and Daredevil were partners. You don’t want anything to remember him?”

“Just do whatever.” You shrugged. “How much?”

“It’s on me. I never charged your buddy so… Just gimme a day or two. I’ll get you something nice.”

“I appreciate it.” You offered a smile, though you didn’t quite mean it. “Thanks, Melvin.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off. “Don’t ask me for nothing. Alright? I mean it.”

“I get it.” You insisted as you backed towards the door. “Looking forward to it.”

Later that day, not long after you had unloaded all of your groceries, a hard knock sounded at your door. You ignored it, assuming it was just your friends coming to see if you were home yet. Either that, some kids screwing around, or it was just someone from your past coming to kill you. Who exactly was out to get you at that point, you weren’t sure, but there were enough skeletons in your closet that hadn’t fallen out yet. So you went about your business until the door flew open and someone rushed in.

Calmly, you grabbed the gun you tucked between the fridge and wall and turned to face whoever was in your apartment. You gripped it comfortably and cleared your throat, seeing them turn with a sharp gasp. Your brows raised expectantly and Karen’s hands shot up instantly.

“God, Y/N, you scared me.” She breathed before covering a hand to her chest. “How long have you been back?”

“How often do you come into my apartment?” You asked instead, lowering the gun but not putting it down.

“I just-” She tried to explain but her eyes kept falling to the gun. “Can you put that down, please?”

“Don’t trust me anymore?” You raised your brows before tucking the gun into the back of your waistband. “Answer my question.”

“Has he reached out to you?” She asked instead.

“I’m not playing games, Karen. If you have something to tell me, then spit it out and get out of my apartment. If you only came here to fuck around…”

“Frank.” She said quickly. “Frank’s back.”

“Explains the news.” You tilted your head in acknowledgement. “What’d he come to you for?”

“Something about some Micro, a guy that came after him recently. Knows who he is, that he’s alive.”

“Micro… This guy have a real name?”

“David Lieberman, NSA analyst that is officially shot dead by Homeland Security a year ago.”

“Only he’s not.” You nodded. “Okay. Where’s Frank now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is he going after Lieberman?” You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead, weighing the pros and cons of you getting involved.

“Probably… But Frank said he’s a- He’s a spook. How would he find him?”

“Well, he wouldn’t go for him directly, but someone that knows him or is relevant to him just might work to draw him out. What other names did you work out?”

“Carson Wolf got the whole story cut, could be something there.”

“Probably.. Name sounds familiar.” You felt the scales tilting back and forth in your brain. “Why did you come and tell me about this?”

“Because I-” She hesitated, as if she had just noticed your reaction. “He doesn’t really seem like he wants me involved.”

“So you want me to go run into a fight I know nothing about?” You dropped your hand against your leg with a smack and opened your eyes. “Don’t you think if Frank wanted my help, he would’ve came to me himself?”

“Maybe he didn’t know where to find you.” She offered, clearly searching for anything to convince you.

“Or maybe he didn’t care enough to find me.” You countered with a shrug. But seeing the desperation in her eyes, feeling the plead in her bones, you sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it… I’ll look into Lieberman, maybe there’s a wife or siblings or something. And this Wolf guy, I think I heard his name around Quantico so I guess I can pull some strings in that direction.”

“Thank you.” She let out a sharp exhale, as if she had been holding her breath for your response. “Have you told Foggy you’re back?”

“No.” You turned away to busy yourself in your kitchen. “Haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m sure he’d love to see you.” She tried gently. You noticed the hesitation in her words and realized she was walking on eggshells, completely unsure of how stable you were. “Or at least hear from you.”

“The last conversation we had was an argument.” You admitted, though your voice lacked the remorse it should’ve had and it was too late to add it in now. “And he flinched away from me… He told me that if I wanted to get myself killed, I was more than welcome to as long as I didn’t try to blame anyone other than myself for it.”

Her mouth opened and closed in silence, like she was chomping at the air while she tried to find a response. Finally, her voice found her and it was the same response you expected.

“He had to have still been in shock.”

“He had more than enough time to get over it.”

“I know he wouldn’t say that to you and mean it.” She reasoned.

“Yeah, just like Matt never would’ve said half of what he said to me during the Castle trial, right?” Your brows raised in accusation and you saw her expression drop. “Yeah, sometimes pain or shock bring out what people really mean.”

“Y/N-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You cut in firmly. “Next time you see Frank, ask him if he wants my help. In the meantime, I’ll poke around and start building some intel.”

“Thanks.” She forced a tight smile. “And I’ll talk to Foggy, if you want me to.”

You simply shrugged.

“He’s one of your best friends, isn’t he?” She asked gently, scared for what your answer would be.

“Most of the people I’ve called friends have grown to hate me for one reason or another… I guess I always knew I’d add Foggy to that list one of these days.” You answered flatly.

“C’mon, Y/N.” She tried again.

“Better that than dead… You can go now.”

With a small gesture of defeat, she left. And you wondered if you were going to regret getting involved.

Some quick research into Lieberman showed he did leave a family behind, a wife and two kids. You had no intentions of hurting them but should there be a need, you had blackmail material. He was allegedly shot dead by Homeland after resisting arrest. There was nothing about why he was wanted by Homeland, nor was there anything about his career. But he was NSA, so there should’ve been something other than a passing mention.

That all just meant someone wanted it to go away, and that someone was likely this Carson Wolf character.

You thought about going over to the address you could find for Sarah Lieberman but you assumed Frank would’ve been there already. And two unfamiliar visitors in one day would’ve triggered some sort of concern in the wife, who you had to assume was helping hide her undead husband until you knew otherwise. Instead, you wrote down the address and looked into Carson Wolf. You found that he was one of the higher ups at Homeland Security. It was an interesting connection that you’d have to poke at later.

With a little digging, you also found some information on the construction site incident. There was a feature on the company’s webpage about a new employee, which was asterisked as inactive the day after the bodies were found. There was no picture on the page but you could only assume that Pete Castiglione was the one and only, Frank Castle.

You decided to get out of the house and headed out to get something to drink. You passed by Josie’s and thought about going in. But when you reached the door, you were hit with one of many memories of you and Matt in that place so you had to pass. You passed other bars as you wandered and none really seemed inviting. Eventually, your feet grew tired of aimlessly moving so you settled on a bar you had been to with Billy a few times. Low and behold, Billy was already there.

You felt his eyes following you as you passed by, taking a seat at the bar a few seats down. You ordered your drink and when it came out, you spun the liquid around the glass, listening vaguely to Billy talking about his service and Frank.

The woman kept asking questions pertaining to Frank and their conversation held your interest. Without making it obvious, you noted what she was asking.

Did he get dirty? Could he have been involved in drugs over there?

But why ask questions about a dead man? Who was she?

The gears in your brain were turning when you heard Billy’s question.

“So you’re single?” He asked, clear flirting in his tone. Your head cocked slightly and your brow raised, noticing he was already looking at you for a reaction. He laughed and tilted his bottle towards you but you simply smiled and shook your head.

He went back to his flirting and you rolled your eyes slightly at his next remark. But you did hear a name.

Special Agent Madani.

You could tell she was either going to be one hell of an obstacle or one hell of an ally.

You watched her leave and then decided to slide into her seat.

“Billy Russo, always the player.” You teased with a sly smile and he grinned. “How’ve you been? Lonely?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He said happily. “And here I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, Quantico was fun but I got bored.” You shrugged playfully. “Knew everything they wanted to teach me.”

“Yeah, I bet you did..” He nodded, never dropping that sly smile. “Bet you made one hell of an impression too.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Yes, you do… Y’know, I missed you.”

“You did not.” You scoffed lightly, gesturing to the bartender for a second drink. “Judging by your latest visitor.”

“Ah, I see what this is.” He chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

“In your dreams, Russo.” You rolled your eyes with an amused smile. “Who was that anyways? She was asking a lot of questions…”

“Dinah Madani.” He answered simply. “Homeland agent that brought a team through Anvil earlier.”

“Homeland, huh?” You turned towards the door even though she was long gone. “Interesting…”

“Why?”

When you didn’t answer, he reached for your chin and turned your face towards him.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” His eyes darted between yours as he tried to figure you out, but you knew he never would. Not in any way that would mean anything.

“Just curious why a Homeland agent is asking about a dead man is all…” You shrugged. “And it’s a pattern.”

“Oh, it’s a pattern.” He said with a nod, acting as if it explained everything. “What does the pattern tell you?”

“That you like women in power.” You answered plainly. “Me, now in the FBI and everything else I’ve done. Madani, in Homeland with what I would assume is solid standing. Next thing you know, you’re gonna bed a senator.”

“I’ll still come back to my best girl.” He smiled, tapping under your chin with a click of his tongue.

“Yeah, like there was any competition.” You chuckled.

“When’d you get back?” He nodded towards you, decidingly dropping your previous conversation topic.

“Week ago. I thought about coming by, decided not to.” A slight shrug of your shoulder.

“Why not?” He almost sounded hurt.

“Just tired. Needed sound time to settle in.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in slightly and raised his brows. “How about we spend some quality time tonight then, hmm? You got any other plans?”

“Hmm.” The corner of your mouth lifted to a small smile. “I’ll have to check my schedule, Mr. Russo.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back, wagging his finger at you with an amused smirk of his own. “I missed hearing you say that, pretty lady.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You nodded and sipped your drink.

You spent a little while longer drinking with Billy, catching up and teasing each other playfully. It was almost enough for you to forget what you had been asked earlier that night, to involve yourself in Frank’s latest crusade that he likely expected to cover on his own. Finding Frank would’ve been easy enough if you had a general direction to go in, but where could be? Would he be going after Micro or would he be taunting Micro to go after him again?

If this guy was as much a spook as Karen’s been led to believe, it wouldn’t be easy to draw him out. But knowing Frank, he would find a way to pull him out of his hidey-hole. Which meant you could follow your own leads tonight and potentially meet him, or you could worry about it tomorrow and waste a night with an old fling.

Billy was tempting… And Frank would be fine for one more night, wherever he was.

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fandangotales · 2 years

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OAGFSHGHAHAH CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!! Been following your work for a while!

Hope you can squeeze mine!

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I'm an Aether kin! So, I wonder how Aether would react if he sees or notices that I have a lot of Aether merch of him? He needs love from the fans tooo!!

anyways! Congratsss ✨💕

Aether yawned, suddenly being teleported next to the Statue of the Seven underneath Windrise.

You were back. He thought, with a small smile.

Paimon flew circles around the boy, excitedly chattering away about new areas to explore, treasure waiting to be found… and of course, new dishes from Sumeru.

“Paimon thinks that Their Grace absolutely needs to see the Mausoleum of King Deshret, in the newly unlocked desert area!”

The small girl did a loop, as she began to explain how there was a ton of treasure in the area, all while making exaggerated hand motions.

“And if we get suuuuper lucky, we might even find some recipes…”

She trailed off, a line of drool forming on her chin.

Aether remained silent, a bit confused why you weren’t having him move yet. Usually you would start with your daily commissions, and then go on to use your resin… but nothing had happened.

It was almost like you weren’t there.

“Paimon.” He started, feeling uneasy. “Do you see Their Grace?”

The pixie snapped out of her trance, wiping her face. She whirled around, facing the area that your room sometimes projected behind them.

Paimon observed the rectangle, as she saw the outlines of your room… and some other things.

“Paimon sees Traveler…” she giggled, a weird expression in her face. “Their Grace must be doing something important, so we can wait for them.”

Aether sighed, as he put a hand on his hip.

“Paimon, you couldn’t possibly be seeing me in Their Eminence’s room. I’m right here.”

“Yessss… and no!” She sang, flying right in front of the traveler’s face.

Paimon’s bright smile paired with the way she was floating haphazardly made Aether’s head ache as she explained the decor of your room.

“And Paimon saw a plushie, a poster, and a Mini-Traveler!” She gushed, holding her hands to give Aether a rough size of this ‘mini-traveler’.

“Paimon thinks the mini-traveler is what they call a figure-“

Aether’s face was beet red, as he covered his mouth with his hand.

“Traveler, are you alright?” The girl asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I-I’m alright…” he said, shying away from her gaze.

To think that you, the Creator of Teyvat, favored him this much to decorate your living space in his likeness…

He was… flustered to say the least.

Surely if you ever saw his ever growing collection of Creator merch… you’d understand, right?

Having a whole room of the teapot dedicated entirely to you wasn’t strange, was it?

Although… if you ever did descend to Teyvat, he’d have to do a little… cleaning before you were made aware of that room.

He wouldn’t need it if he had you, as the real thing is always much better than it’s imitations.

With your permission, maybe you’d allow him to recreate his most intimate moments with your statues as you watched, or-

Maybe you’d… give him a hand?

#sagau #cultau #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #fandangoevent #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin yandere

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ old friends, lloyd garmadon.┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ prologue ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

୧ ⎯⎯ TOO MUCH TO SAY

୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; some angst :( ;; reader is mentioned to be smaller than lloyd ;; puppy crushes but they dont know they have them ;; reader mentioned to have anxiety

୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; stan kid lloyd. also, i don't know tf this came from help–

୧ ⎯⎯ PREVIOUS ┊MASTERLIST┊NEXT

୧ ⎯⎯ NO IMAGES ;; TEXT

it was a duller evening when the last day lloyd and his mother would stay in the quiet town buried on the outskirts came, just a train trip away from ninjago city, his new home. said boy sat on the steps of your old little home, hands dug into the pockets of his dirt dusted hoodie with eyes unfocused on the street stretching far into the deeper parts of the town. beside him, you sat while leaning your weight on him with your head on his shoulder, occupying your own hands by fiddling with a small bracelet a size or two bigger for you lloyd had to fiddle with to adjust to fit you. the one he had was tied around his wrist almost perfectly.

it was quiet, unusually quiet especially since you were kids that had too much to say without enough time.

too much to say without enough time —

lloyd grimaced at the thoughts from the back of his head —all sour and sorrowful about leaving his home, and his friend— quick to close his eyes and trying to relax himself knowing you had your head on his shoulder. you shifted a little to rest your head more comfortably on his shoulder while rubbing a hesitant hand against his back.

you swore each minute of the quiet ate away a small part of you, nervous and denying of what reality was facing you. it felt odd having him close but knowing he'd be so far, since forever he was just down the road! but not tomorrow... nor ever after today. and something felt like it was dying in you, your hand stops midway rubbing lloyd's back once you drift back into your thoughts.

lloyd spares a side glance in your direction when he feels your hand weakly holding at his hoodie. "[name]?" he mumbles softly, knee knocking yours without much power behind it. "mmh," you answer him, paying no mind to him for a moment.

"you good?" lloyd asked absent-mindedly before looking back to the door to see if his mother was coming. "yeah, it feels weird," —you could share anything with him, right? lloyd's your best friend, of course you can— "weird like it feels like this isn't real, y'know?"

he thought for a moment before answering. "yea, it doesn't feel right– no more slacking off i guess." he made the shoulder shrugging motion by lifting his hand and dropping it. you moved away from, scoffing playfully at his half attempt at insulting you. "oh, you love 'slacking off'." you lean closer to him with a mischievous smile, "because it means you're with me."

he wanted to do nothing but wipe that smile from your face. but how could he when he longed to stay here? there was something he didn't know in your eyes he found familiar. he stared back with that emotion he couldn't place. he didn't know where this was going. "i—"

too much to say without enough time.

"kids!" koko screamed from inside, soft even as she yelled from behind the door. you both pulled back and stared at the door. lloyd stood up first, wordlessly pulling you up and walking inside with you behind him. he swore his face was red. you cautiously look up from the floor to lloyd, trying to piece together what he was going to say. he seemed embarrassed by it, and so you decided against pressing onward.

"mum?" lloyd tried to not sound shaky, he prayed his voice didn't give out and embarrass him further than he was already. your mothers smiled at the sight of you two, you draped over the cushions from over the back of the couch and lloyd with his arms folded and leaned against it.

"finish up your goodbyes, we'll be going home in a bit," his mother said as kindly as she could knowing that this whole move was taking a toll on both of you. they both knew how close you were to eachother. lloyd nodded slowly before you pulled him up to your room.

lloyd let you pull him up the stairs and through the small hallway, not really registering much of what was going on. not the click of your door opening or the soft thud of the door meeting the wall in its own time. he sat on your bed while watching you rummage through your things, seeing you pull out a small box.

"here." you pass the wooden box to him, plopping down next to him. "[friend] said it'd be a good idea to give you something before you leave," you ramble slightly while he quietly examines it, shaking it slowly before lifting it slightly to gauge its weight. "thanks, but er– i didn't get you anything." he looks almost like a kicked puppy to you. "it's fine, i know how bad packing has been."

"i'll open it up later.. i don't feel like–" he half-whispers sadly to himself while passing the box back and forth between his hands. "it was meant for your birthday anyway."

it killed him more than before now.

"thank you." he smiled, turning towards you with a soft smile. "you're welcome." you smile back.

that was the last memory you had of lloyd garmadon. and the last time you got to speak to him. almost immediately after that your parents refused to let you talk to him though you knew your mother still spoke to his mother. all back when you and him were eight.

back when life wasn't a mess falling, dragging you down with it.

you stared boredly out the car window without much attention to the streets of the new city. music low in your earphones with your cousin and her friends' conversation buzzing slightly below your music. it was familiar, this city, even though you never stepped foot in it before.

"hey, are you okay?" pixal nudged your shoulder softly, noticing the tense look in your eyes. she offered you a smile while rubbing your shoulder slowly, waiting for a response and never pressing on any further once. "i guess i am," you answered before placing a hand over hers and smiling back. she nodded slowly, "do not stress, you will be fine in ninjago. the ninja will keep you safe too."

ninja? you paused before looking at her with a confused look. "yeah, they're here and there. and also they do patrols around the city most of the time," nya added in, glancing back from the driver's seats, her smile subtle and warm. "ninja?" you still questioned it quietly before shaking it and thanking them for the information before another topic started up.

you didn't pay attention to the way up to where skylor and her friends were staying, she had a room specifically set aside for you when she heard you were coming to the city to study back during your high school years. you heard some of their other friends were over (and sometimes stayed over) as well as a small welcome. you didn't want to meet any more people than you did, not today at least. the anxiety was rising slowly and you tried desperately to ignore it.

the car came to a halt, just past the quieter parts of the city but not far from the university. you jumped off and pushed your earphones and phone into your pocket before stretching your tired limbs from sitting for several hours on end. you quickly grab your bag, an old one that stuck with you through thick and thin during high school, slinging it over your shoulder before attempting to take your suitcase from nya. she smiled and mentioned it wasn't a problem in taking your bag in.

it was quiet, albeit there was still some chatter from skylor's friends and the occasional shuffle or something. they greeted you and introduced themselves, it felt almost like you knew them since the womb with the way they made sure to make you comfortable.

"one's missing," kai said after a short moment of realization. he looked up from the floor, having chosen to sit there as he was closer to the table covered with random snacks you assumed they raided the kitchen for, "greenie's out back on call or something." he pointed to the door in the kitchen, it didn't exactly help considering you didn't know who 'greenie' is. cole, seated on the couch next to kai, mentioned something, and the conversation moved on to whatever he said. it was nice, you'd admit, how refreshing it was with them.

pixal pointed out your room, knowing you were tired from all your travelling and that you'd probably want to be alone for a while. and you thanked her before heading there, passing the kitchen on the way there. taking a quick look at the kitchen, you stop after a small stumble. 'greenie' stopped himself, awestruck at the sight of you. neither you know how, but you knew exactly who the other was.

"hey [name]."

"hey lloyd."

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