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The JJK men want YOU to wear their jersey
Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, college au, sports au, mostly fluff and/or crack, suggestive only on Tojiās (nasty bitch), itafushi makes an appearance
An: This has been heavy on my brain recently šāāļø Also, I donāt know if this concept is only in like my area, but basically, the concept is that on game days, a common thing for highschool/college players to do is to wear their jersey to class, and their sweetheart wears their home/away jersey. itās just a cute thing to show support. Another thing, I know Kamo is not Chosoās last name, and I know Sukuna is not Sukunaās last name. Sukuna might not even be Sukunaās name at all. idk and idc. this is a no curse au anyways so who cares! let me know if i should do more sports au :)
Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna
SATORU
Girls will literally hunt Satoru down to get his jersey from him, and if you were the lucky girl who got to wear the jersey of the star quarterbackā¦ you either became instantly popular, or every girl in the university wanted to kill you.
āIām sorry, ladies. I already have someone in mind.ā Satoru flashed a grin towards the crowd of girls surrounding his seat. Disappointed sighs and whines emitted from the group as they slowly dissipated from his desk.
Satoru couldnāt care less. They could be mad at him if they wanted to. They were no where near as special as the girl he had his eyes set on.
Class had yet to start, and Satoru was growing tired of just staring at the back of your head. He finally got up, and he slumped down in the chair next to you.
āIs this seat taken?ā He asked with a bright smile. He hadnāt interacted with you much, but he always had his eye on you. You were the one of the few girls who didnāt dumb down their intelligence for him to make themselves more appealing.
āItās not.ā You replied shortly. You werenāt rude, just incredibly matter-of-fact.
āWanna make a bet with me?ā Satoru asked as he tried to catch your eyes from your book. He was really pining for your attention, and you wouldnāt pass him a second glance.
āNot really.ā You replied, not looking up from your book.
āI bet the professor will be twenty minutes late.ā Satoru went on anyways, not taking your rejection to heart.
āHmm. Doubtful. Heās normally prompt.ā You say finally looking up at Satoru, which causes him to flash an easy smile. Heās happy to have your attention ā now he wants to keep it.
āIf he isnāt here within the next twenty minutes, you have to wear my jersey today and every game day for the rest of the season. If he makes it here before twenty minutes is up, Iāll buy you as many books as you can carry.ā Satoru proposes as he taps on your book with a cheeky grin.
You think for a momentā¦ all the books you can carry?? āDeal.ā You say with a smile, offering your hand to him to shake on it ā thinking you just easily won yourself a free shopping spree. Satoru takes your hand, and he gently shakes it before bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Heās already won.
Satoru knows that youāll be wearing his jersey today, and youāll wear his colors for the rest of the season. Heāll make more betsā¦ win you over slowly with false bets. Oh, heāll buy you all those books you want too just because he can.
Heās already set Geto in motion to go run into your professor with large cups of coffees in his hand. Your professor ended up cancelling class after being 25 minutes late.
When the group of girls sees you with āGOJOā written on the back of your jersey, their faces contort in utter disdain, but Satoru looks at it with a shit-eating grin on his face. He won.
SUGURU
Suguru really didnāt get the thing about giving a girl his jersey on game days. Basketball season is pretty ruthless. While football teams only have 12 games in a season, basketball teams play over 30. Thatās 30 days in one season that heād have to find a girl that he gave enough of a shit about to give his jersey to? No thanks.
Of course, if he had a girlfriend it wouldnāt be too big of a deal, but the whole attitude around giving a girl your jersey was just something Suguru didnāt subscribe to.
Well, he didnāt think he subscribed to it until he saw one of his teammates offering you their jersey.
Maybe on a more psychological level, this was territory marking, and Suguru would be damned if he sat back and let another man mark you as their territory.
Even though heās not proud of it, Suguru immediately marched straight up to you and his teammate with his away jersey thrown over his shoulder. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, and he gave his teammate a piercing look with his violet eyes. His lips curled into an easy smirk.
āSorry man, sheās already agreed to wear my jersey today, isnāt that right angel?ā He asked in such a condescending tone, and his fingertips dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make your face flush.
Luckily for Suguru, you were into it ā and not his teammate. āYeah, sorry. I almost forgot.ā You agree, giving his teammate an empathetic smile.
So no, Suguru doesnāt get the idea of giving his jersey to a girl on game days, but he does get the idea of giving you his jersey. He loves how he towers behind you in the halls, seeing the name āGETOā written on your back with his number. He loves remembering the way you easily went along with his plan. You just fit him.
NANAMI
Nanami doesnāt need antics to get you to wear his baseball jersey.
Plenty of girls pine for Kento. Who wouldnāt? He was the leading star of the baseball teamā¦ whoās ass just so happened to look so good in those white tight-fitting pants.
Your college certainly played into it, giving Nanami the big screen when he takes off his helmet and shakes out his messy blonde hair that a bit damp from sweat. His cheeks are smeared with his eye black smeared on his cheeks (the charcoal black lines that athletes sometimes have).
They knew what they were doing when the yearbook crew took professional level pictures of Nanami looking absolutely jaw-dropping while delivering the nastiest pitch.
He was like eye candy that enticed a bunch of girls to buy tickets to the baseball games, and dammit, it worked.
Despite his celebrity status at the school, Kento didnāt act above anyone else. He didnāt flaunt money or act posh and sophisticated like a lot of the wannabes did at your university.
He was down to earth, smart, caring, and humorous to the right group of people (the dry humor enjoyers). Kento was the type of man to be able to reject someone without them even feeling rejected, which he did a lot when girls would ask for his jersey.
You often came to baseball games to watch (to watch nanami lets bffr), but you werenāt bold enough to ask Kento for his jersey on game days. You had witness girls before you, pilgriming the way to Nanami before they turn back empty handed. You couldnāt risk the heartache.
It wasnāt until one day after class you and Kento were the only two still packing up after a lecture, he casually strolled to your desk. āWill you be at the game tonight?ā He asked with a genuine air of curiosity to him. This wasnāt awkward forced conversation because you two were the only two people in a room together.
You hadnāt even known that Nanami noticed you, much less noticed your attendance at games. You could feel your heart start to thud obscenely loud in your chest as you came to terms that youāre not invisible in Kentoās life.
āYeah, I think Iāll show upā¦ā You try your hardest to sound casual, but you just sound terribly nervous.
āIāll look forward to seeing you.ā He said politely before he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare jersey. āHopefully wearing this..?ā
Your eyes widen as you realize he was offering his jersey to you. āThat- are you sure? Me?ā
āYes, Iām sure.ā He gives an honest laugh. His multimillion dollar smile makes you swoon, and he hands his jersey out again. āYou should put it on now. Thatās the tradition, right?ā
You slowly slip the jersey on over your long-sleeved white top, and it definitely hangs loosely on you, but with a few tucks and adjustments, it finally sits on your body appropriately.
āIt looks good on you. Iāll see you tonight.ā Kento smiles before leaving the classroom.
You had never gotten more shocked stares than when girls saw you with āNANAMIā printed across your back.
CHOSO
āHey Yuji, why does Megumi wear your jersey on game days?ā Choso asked his teammate as he sat down on the bench in the locker room.
He had seen quite a few people - guys and girls who werenāt on the basketball team wearing the jerseys of his teammates, but he didnāt understand it. He figured heād ask the one teammate who he considered to be more of a brother to explain.
āBecause I make him.ā Yuji laughed as he dried his pink hair off from the shower. It was a pretty brutal practice, even Chosoās raven hair was down, messy from sweat.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows. āWhy would you do that-? I thought you liked him.ā
Yuji laughed even harder as Choso clearly didnāt understand the dynamic he had with Megumi. He also clearly didnāt understand the concept behind giving someone his jersey.
āI do like him, so I like seeing him wearing my jersey on game days. I think he looks good in it too, even if he pretends to hate it. I know he likes showing his support.ā Yuji explained, but he went on, āPeople give their jerseys to someone they like. Itās like a courting gift, and it lets everyone know your intentions with that person.ā
Choso nodded as he began to understand. He should give his jersey to someone he liked - to someone he wanted to court, and his intentions would be made known.
Thatās how shy, timid Choso ended up at your dorm door late one evening. After much encouragement and convincing from Yuji, he finally gave your door a soft knock, and Yuji ran around the corner to hide.
When you opened the door, looking at Choso with those big pretty eyes, he completely clammed up and forgot the mental script he had prepared about how he really liked you, and itād mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.
Instead, āI want my intentions known.ā He nearly shouted as he gestured his jersey to you.
Yuji facepalmed around the corner.
You blinked a few times, looking down at the jersey then back up to him. He was lucky that youāre very good at filling in the blanks. āYou want me to wear your jersey, Cho?ā You asked with a small laugh before taking the jersey from his hands.
His cheeks were flushed, and he gave you an awkward smile before nodding his head vigorously. āAnd uh.. I want to court you.ā He finally added all in one breath.
To Chosoās delight, you agreed, and now, he finally understands the real reasoning behind giving his jersey to someone he likes because seeing āKAMOā on your back makes him feel all dizzy with love and adoration.
TOJI
It started off as a small prank amongst girls. A prank that really pissed Toji off. A group of girls decided it would be cute to steal Tojiās spare hockey jersey and wear it without his knowledge.
When Toji saw one of the girls wearing his stolen jersey with his appalling last name printed on the back, he was livid.
Needless to say, he got his jersey back, and the girl couldnāt even look him in the eye after that whole experience.
He hated his jersey. He hated how his last name was on the back, and he hated how anyone else would want to wear it.
He couldnāt just get rid of his spare jersey. Then, heād owe the school even more than what he already owes them. He couldnāt trust to keep it in his dorm because he didnāt put it past those bitches to try to sneak into his dorm to get their filthy hands on it. That was when he had a genius idea.
āWear my jersey.ā His gruff voice demanded as he dropped the fabric on the table in front of you, his too responsible friend.
āNo, it probably stinks.ā You pushed the jersey aside, trying to focus on the homework in front of you.
āNah. It smells like the last bitch who stole it.ā He remarked as he plopped down in a chair in front of your desk.
āEven worse.ā You respond back unamused, still not giving Toji the time of day.
āDo you remember who hunted down the fuck who stole your headphones?ā
You sighed, finally looking up at Toji to show that you were paying attention. āWhy do you think me wearing your jersey will deter them?ā
āMaybe theyāll think youāre my girl and piss off for a while. I donāt know, but if I see another preppy bitch wearing it without my knowledge, Iām going to burn it.ā Tojiās voice sounded stressed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
āAnd you donāt mind them thinking that?ā You inquire, raising your eyebrow.
āDoll, you know Iāve spent the last three years trying to get you to hop on my-ā
āEughhh, give it.ā You interrupt Toji before he can go into any further detail, snatching his jersey up and putting it on over your clothes. āThere. Happy?ā
Toji didnāt expect to have such a reaction to seeing you in his jersey. He knew he was serious about liking you, no matter how much you liked to believe that he didnāt actually like you, but seeing you in his jersey ā the way it swallowed you whole. He figured heād still hate seeing his last name on you, but there was something satiating those deep primal urges when he caught a glimpse of āZENINā across your back.
SUKUNA
Sukuna is much comparable to a dragon. He sees something pretty and shiny (you): he wants it all for himself. He wants to hoard treasure (you) to keep, and he definitely does not like the idea of anyone else looking or touching his treasure.
So, how does he keep wandering eyes off his treasure? He cloaks her in his favor, making her brandish his last name on her back along with his number. Yes, Sukuna demanded for you to wear his football jersey.
There was just enough satisfaction of seeing you walk around campus with āSUKUNAā written on your back that kept him from trying to hoard you in his room.
Oh, heās also like a dragon in the sense that heās absolutely devastating out on the field.
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Melting Hearts
pairing: charles leclerc x chocolatier!reader
summary: Ferrari hires a chocolatier to cater for their anniversary celebrations! The chocolate isnāt the only thing to melt
a/n1: Twitter is dead to me. Bluesky forever.
a/n2: all chocolate creations are from the chocolate guy, amaury guichon
a/n3: user 19 and 53 are back š
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scuderiaferrari: Weāre excited to announce that yourusername from the maison_du_chocolat has accepted our invitation to our anniversary celebration! We canāt wait to see what she makes for us!
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yourusername: Forza Ferrari Sempre! It was an honor to be chosen and I am excited to have the opportunity to be a part of this monumental event!
ā³user1: oh man oh man oh man am I sooooo excited for this!
ā³user2: Queen of chocolate!
user3: omg crossover of the century!
ā³user4: i literally canāt wait to see what she makes!
ā³user3: her creations are INSANE! her imaginationā¦
charles_leclerc: canāt wait! š
ā³arthur_leclerc: he really really canātā¦
ā³charles_leclerc: š
user5: I havenāt heard of her before but I just looked her up and damnā¦
ā³user6: right?
ā³user5: what I wouldnāt give to live in her mind?
ā³user7: dude what?
ā³user5: not in a creepy way but like how does she even imagine these things??
ā³user8: acceptable answer
carlossainz55: Forza Ferrari Sempre! Welcome to the Ferrari family!
ā³yourusername: glad to be here!
user9: I just checked her insta and damnā¦chocolate is not the only thing thatāll be melting
ā³user10: keep it classy!
maison_du_chocolat
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maison_du_chocolat: it has long been a dream of mine to go to Italy and visit the Ferrari factory! Now to be able to do that by invitation is an honor! Thank you scuderiaferrari
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user11: amazing!
user12: oh I canāt wait!
user13: cars? I have to care about cars now??
ā³user14: I kkkknnnnoooooowww. Like mother why?
ā³user13: vroom vroom I guess
charles_leclerc: it's our pleasure to have you!
ā³user19: šš
ā³maison_du_chocolat: thank you! š
ā³user19: šš
ā³user53: seriously? What now
ā³user19: nothing nothing nothing
carlossainz55: again! Welcome to the family!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: love to be here
yourbff: I expect all the details stat
ā³yourusername: literally on my way to you right now
ā³yourbff: with all the juicy details?
ā³yourusername: with something certainly
user15: love that jacket!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: gotta represent when Iām creating!
ā³user15: itās a chefās jacket???
ā³maison_du_chocolat: yup!
ā³user15: oh my god š„ŗš„ŗ
Bluesky
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maison_du_chocolat: a little sneak peak of whatās coming!
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user16: the anticipation is gonna actually kill me i think
ā³user17: extreme but understandable
user18: car? Horse? 3D model of the Ferrari logo?
ā³user17: an actual life size f1 car that runs
ā³user18: tbh it might actually be faster then what weāve been given this yearā¦
ā³user17: removing the floor and letting Carlos and Charles run the race is faster then this tractorā¦
ā³user18: youāre not wrong
scuderiaferrari: weāre eagerly awaiting the results!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: cool cool cool cool. No doubt no doubt, no pressure no pressure
ā³scuderiaferrari: youāve got this!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: admin why would you stress me out like thisā¦
ā³scuderiaferrari: from the bottom of my heart, my bad
user20: less than 1 week left!
ā³user21: I know! Iāve been counting down the days
ā³user22: me too!
charles_leclerc: any hints for your favorite driver?
ā³maison_du_chocolat: sorry but Sebastian isnāt racing anymoreā¦
ā³charles_leclerc: š„ŗš¢
ā³user19: š§š§
ā³user53: ok grandma letās get you back to bed
ā³user19: you just waitā¦youāll seeā¦
ā³user53: see what you crazy bat???
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Transcript:
First frame: āAnd for our last topic,y/n from the La Maison Du Chocolatā¦ā
Second Frame: āCarlos: hahahaha, Charles: Oh nooooā¦ā¦, Carlos: yes letās talk about y/nā
Third Frame: āOh? Are you guys excited for the exhibit?ā
Last Frame: āCarlos: Charles definitely is!, Charles: She is very talented!, Carlos: Not what I meantā
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scuderiaferrari: we talk cars, collections, and chocolate!
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user23: awwww Charles is blushing āŗļøāŗļøāŗļø
maxverstappen1: š¹
ā³carlossainz55: itās even worse than you think
ā³maxverstappen1: how??
ā³carlossainz55: they cut a LOT of footage
ā³maxverstappen1: oh my god š¹
ā³charles_leclerc: it was not THAT bad
ā³carlossainz55: it was
user24: the challenge is donāt talk about your crush! Charles fails instantly
ā³user25: no but for real heās so in love??? Heās just heart eyes and blushing face the entire video
ā³user25: and THEY TAGGED her too! scuderiaferrari sees the vision as well
ā³user24: Iām confused on how they have EVEN MORE footage?? Like itās already 30 minutes of him yapping about yourusernameā¦
ā³user25: I NEED them to release the uncut version! scuderiaferrari! Please weāve never asked for anything
ā³scuderiaferrari: šš
ā³charles_leclerc: no.
ā³scuderiaferrari: š«£ sorry š
user19: yāall arenāt ready for what i have to say
ā³user53: Iām tired of this grandpa
ā³user19: thatās too damn bad! Theyāre dating!
ā³user53: seriously? Oh my godā¦
ā³user19: just wait and see user53. Just wait and see
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Bluesky
user26: oh my god
ā³user27: are you thinking what Iām thinking?
ā³user26: Charles Leclerc and y/n?
ā³user27: yes!!
user28: that crazy bitch has done it again
ā³user53: you better not be talking about user19 with that tone?
ā³user28: that crazy bitch (respectfully) has done it again ??
ā³user53: acceptable (barely)
user19: WHAT DID I SAY? I TOLD YOU
ā³user53: this is not PROOF. It is gossip!
ā³user19: I've been sayin' it. I've been sayin' it for ten damn years. Ain't I been sayin' it?
ā³user53: do you ever run out of movie quotes?
ā³user19: nope! CAUSE I WAS RIGHT!!
ā³user53: ššāŗļø
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maison_du_chocolat: here we are! And away we go!
Thank you scuderiaferrari for this wonderful opportunity! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are!
This was a chance of a lifetime and thereās no words I can write that will fully capture how much this means to me so Iāll simply say thank you again! Forza Ferrari Sempre!
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scuderiaferrari: š³š³š³
ā³scuderiaferrari: THESE ARE WONDERFUL!
ā³scuderiaferrari: The perfect way to celebrate!
ā³scuderiaferrari: Forza Ferrari Sempre!
user29: the classic car and the new one side by side?? šš
user30: the fomo I haveā¦
ā³user31: good god same. I wish I could have been there to see them in personā¦
charles_leclerc: magnifique!!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: thank you! And thank you again for showing me your car ā I definitely needed the close up reference
ā³user19: !!!!
ā³user32: on their thread??
ā³user53: not the time user19
ā³user19: but!
ā³user53: no
carlossainz55: these are amazing! Such artistry!
ā³maison_du_chocolat: stoopppp. Iām blushing!
ā³carlossainz55: šš
ā³charles_leclerc: š¤Øš¤Ø
ā³carlossainz55: š¤£
user33: the presentation of this was wonderful as well
ā³user34: almost better than the actual life size chocolate cars if Iām being honest
ā³user35: ok I donāt know if Iād go that farā¦
ā³user34: there was fireworksā¦
ā³user35: yeah ok
Bluesky
user36: starting a countdownā¦
ā³user37: to what?
ā³user36: just wait
user38: god when will it be my turn???
user39: they look so cute!
ā³user40: you canāt see their faces?
ā³user39: but they look so comfy together? Like even out in public, theyāre leaning up against one another ā thatās cute and lovely!
ā³user40: ā¦we need to get you a date
user19: !!!!
ā³user36: this user37
ā³user37: what?
ā³user53: yes yes yes youāre probably gonna be right. Letās not rub it in everyoneās face
ā³user19: you never let me have any fun
ā³user53: we still donāt know for certain that itās y/n!
ā³user19: it will be!
user41: Iāve never felt more single then these 2!! photos have made me feel
ā³user42: same
ā³user43: same
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charles_leclerc: happy 2 years mon amour ā theyāve been the happiest Iāve ever been.
Thank you for teaching me to bake Christmas cookies (and for the special love potion ā although you certainly donāt need to give me one!)
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user44: oh my god! 2 years???
user46: how on earth did they keep it a secret for so long??
yourusername: Mon soleilā¦I thought you wanted to keep this a secret?
ā³charles_leclerc: oops āŗļøāŗļøāŗļø
ā³charles_leclerc: not anymore!
ā³charles_leclerc: I need everyone to know youāre mine
ā³yourusername: Mon soleilā¦
ā³charles_leclerc: ehehehehe ššš
user48: Mon soleilā¦she calls him her sunshineā¦
ā³yourusername: he lights up my life!
ā³user48: my heartā¦I canāt go onā¦
ā³yourusername: oops??
maxverstappen1: finally
ā³charles_leclerc: what?
ā³maxverstappen1: you can now yap to everyone else about her
ā³maxverstappen1: stop bothering me
ā³charles_leclerc: when have i ever?
ā³carlossainz55: you think you have it bad?? And charles_leclerc the entire flight to Miami
ā³maxverstappen1: and Brazil
ā³oscarpiastri: and to Australia
ā³logansargeant: the entire driverās parade in Monday?
ā³alex_albon: and in spa?
ā³landonorris: to and from silverstone?
ā³charles_leclerc: let a romantic live will you?
ā³yourusername: awww soleil you talk about me?
ā³carlossainz55: yes
ā³maxverstappen1: more words than Iāve ever spoken
ā³oscarpiastri: nonstop
ā³logansargeant: never ending
ā³alex_albon: yes
ā³landonorris: yes
ā³charles_leclerc: yes š„°
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A Confession from the Heart of Suffering: An Unbearable Reality
I hope you read my confession, and thank you. This is the reality of all the people of Gaza.
Whenever I think of the life we used to have before the genocide, I have to struggle to hold my tears so I don't cause my children more pain than what they already feel. Our life, then, was neither easy nor perfect but it was full of warmth and the simple joy of being together under one roof .
We have never felt completely free because we have always been under a siege that has only gotten worse during this war but at least we felt somewhat safe and we had quite a decent life with the means that we were allowed.What kept us going was our belief that the future might be brighter one day.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no better tomorrow for us anymore. Nothing remains of our previous lives but rubble and memories, and the future is so bleak and full of uncertainties.It's not just the walls of our house that were turned into ruins, it's our hopes and dreams that were reduced to ashes. Now, we only dream of things that might seem so trivial to other people around the world like being able to sleep in and wake up in a comfortable bed or having a meal without standing for it in line for hours.
We dream of having enough clean drinking water so we don't have to worry about dying of thirst. We dream of the days we had a home with a regular kitchen and stove, the days we could celebrate special occasions with family in peace. Above all, we dream of not losing the people we love in a split second and of living safely and with dignity.
Instead, we have been wrongfully sentenced to a life of fear, displacement, and humiliation beyond belief. It is a living nightmare here now. Everything needed to ensure the bare minimum of decency and normalcy is denied to us. As you well know, there is no safe place in Gaza anymore and We are deprived of simple rights like having having a roof over our heads or enjoying some peace of mind for even one single day. The airstrikes and the buzzing of drones almost never stop. We live with a very real sense of impending doom day and night.
The water and food scarcity are only getting worse with time. Even regular chores like cooking or doing the laundry have become true challenges. I cannot propely bathe my children because the little water we get is polluted and their sensitive baby skin keeps getting irritated.
Before the war, my nine- year-old daughter was so picky about which outfits to wear; it made me laugh that she acted that way at her age but now we don't even have enough warm clothes for the winter. It kills me each time she says she doesn't need fancy clothes anymore and only wants to feel warm and go back to school. What makes it worse is our tent has recently been flooded by rain.
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Holy Ground - Chapter 3
Summary:
Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), Inner Circle Bashing (kinda), Referenced/Implied Sexual Assault, Referenced/Implied Domestic Violence, Discussion of Religion(?), Chronic Injury/Pain/Illness, Minor Character Death (It's probably nobody you love), Magical Work Accidents, Explosions, Injuries
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
The library was supposed to be a safe space. The priestesses were supposed to be sheltered there.
A place far away from the terrors of the world. A place where they could study and learn far from the grasp of those who would harm them.
But clearly today that peace had been destroyed, Rhys reflected weakly.Ā
Merrill was dead.Ā
Neither Cassian or Rhys had let Gwyn see theā¦carnage of that, Nesta and Emerie bracketing her away fromā¦her fellow priestessesā corpseā¦and Irenaā¦
Rhys had to keep repeating the words to himself, over and over again. Like a litany, a prayer, desperately trying to make them stick.Ā
Irena was alive. Irena would be fine.
Ā She would be alright, even though she looked so, so pale, deathly pale in Azriel's arms.
Irena.
Irena, who Azriel had saved around two centuries agoā¦
Not from the horrors of the war but from her husband.
The daughter of a merchant, married off young, to one of the richest men in the midlandsā¦she had been raised to run an estateā¦had excelled at it in fact. And her husband had excelled in killing young girls.
The things he had put her through... The things he had done...Ā
Azriel, who had found her and brought her to Velaris had been shocked that she'd stayed in one piece to be honest. Rhys had been shocked too.
And once she had been in the libraryā¦she had excelled once more.
Rhys had gotten long used to see her handwriting, not long suffering Clothoās, fill out the sheets with expenditures and acquisitions.
She had cut the fat, made sure that the House of Wind was self sufficient, thanks to research requests being able to be submitted, thanks to patents and the gardensā¦
Irena had been a godssend. Literally.Ā
Rhys wasn't quite sure how they had survived before her.
But the last fucking thing he had expected was thatā¦her and Azriel wereā¦mates.
Rhysand had not seen that coming in a million years
But there was no question about it.
If Irena's thoughts, an utter mess of shock and pain and grief and agony...with the only thing that ran through it the whole time was her thread to Azriel wouldn't have been a dead giveaway...then it would have been Azriel's behaviour.
Azriel who had gone on his knees next to the priestess, his hands slick with her blood and had simply clung to her. He had begged her, his voice broken.
Rhys would never forget the sound of his brother's voice, the pure desperation bleeding from every single letter. Please. We haven't had enough time. I am going to be so furious with you if you die. We may have our first fight. Don't you dare. Open your eyes. Look at me, love. You can't go. Fight.
That look on Azriel's face as he had held her close, refusing to let go as he tried to will her back from death's clutches. The words he had kept murmuring like a prayer. A desperate mantra to the Mother, the Cauldron, anyone who would listen.
Azriel was never the most expressive of them. He rarely even showed a flicker of emotion for most things. To see him lose so much control, to beg. To see tears in his eyes. None of them had ever seen him like that before, had ever even considered the possibility of him acting like that.
He was always composed. Always calm, collected, in control. To see him on his knees next to Irena, begging her not to leave as he pressed kisses to her forehead and kept telling her to stay with himā¦
For a moment, it had felt like he had forgotten the others even existed. That nothing had mattered except her pulse, the slight rise and fall of her chest. The only thing that had mattered to him in that moment was that she was still with him, still alive.
She was important to him. There was no question about it.Ā
Sometime during the last few years, that Priestess had become the Shadowsingerās whole focus.Ā
Sometime in the past, Irena had become Azriel's whole world.
And Rhys hadn't known. Had known nothing about this.
He could feel the guilt clawing up inside him.Ā
Rhys had had no fucking clue this was happening, right underneath his nose.Ā
That he had never noticed that Azriel's eyes lingered on Irenaā¦had never noticed that Azriel sought her companyā¦hadnāt known that Azriel had spent time with herā¦Ā
Rhys hadn't known. Hadn't...hadn't even thought about it.
Azriel had pulled back from them after that catastrophic solstice and Rhys had let him. Had thought that Azriel needed to lick his wounds...that maybe then he would see it Rhysand's way...but none of this happened.
Azriel had kept his anger tightly leashed, even though Rhys had gotten a taste of it every time he badgered him. But Azriel hadnāt exploded.Ā
Instead, he had been vicious in throwing Rhysanā own words back into his face.Ā
There didnāt pass one day where Rhys didnāt regret that one sentence, because Azriel was clearlyā¦ furious about it.Ā
Azriel had grown distant...cold...unfeeling. And Rhys had badgered him and got on his nerves and figured that if Azriel would just get it out of his systemā¦ but he didn't. Didn't get angry. Didn't fight. Didn't scream...Rhys would have preferred it if he did.
What wouldn't he give to have that old Azriel back, the one who actually got mad? Who didn't just accept everything with a nod and a word of acknowledgment. Who talked to Rhysand, who told him when he'd done something wrong. Who fought with him if he went too far, who made his opinion known. Who told him to his face when he was being an arrogant prick, who didn't just accept his commands with a quiet nod.
But now it made sense. Azriel hadn't fucking cared what Rhys did, what any of the did, because his priorities had been rearranged completely. As long as he could get home to his priestess...he hadn't cared.
He did all the missions Rhys had for him and then went home to the House of Wind and found one quiet corner or another to romance his mate, out of the view from everybody else.Ā
And that was the worst part. That Rhys had been such a prick to Azriel, so wrapped up in his own worries, his own fears, that he hadn't even noticed that something had shifted so fundamentally in his brother. Had pushed him so far away.
Rhys had thought that they were simplyā¦in a rought spot. That in a few years, Azriel would be over Elain and it would be done. But now Rhys realised thatā¦that it wasnāt about Elain. Not really.Ā Ā
Rhys had never realized how deep this was, how close to the breaking point he'd taken his brother.
Deep enough that the fact that Azriel had found his mate...that was something that Azriel didn't share with any of them. Something that happy... Azriel had just kept silent.
Azriel hadnāt trusted them with the most treasured and precious thing in his life.Ā
And that hurt. Hurt more than he could put into words.Ā
That Azriel had found the one person who he was destined for, the only one who was perfect for him in the entire world. The one person who would love and cherish him, who would complete him, who would accept him as he was, who would understand him...and he hadn't told Rhys. Hadn't told any of them.
Azriel hadn't told anyone that he had found his mate.Ā
Had kept that to himself for who knew how long. Just how long had it been? When had he figured out they were mated?Ā
āBring her to her room,ā Madja said at the moment. And Rhys watched as seemingly some colour went back into Irena's cheeks, her eyes closed, her breathing still labouredā¦her mind filled with Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. and Safe, Safe, Safe.Ā
āMy room,ā Azriel corrected, his voice fierce. The mating instincts must have gone completely haywire at that very moment, not soothed at all, even when he had pressed a kiss against her forehead moments before.
.āYour room?ā Gwyn asked sharply, staring at Azriel, then at still, quiet Irena. She seemed to be utterly shell-shocked, not that Rhys could fault her.Ā
"Gwyn," Rhys said carefully. It was best if none of them...interfered right now. This was between Azriel and his mate.
"Az, how long have the two of you..." Cassian asked, clearly having come to the same conclusion, but Rhys interrupted him. *Leave him be,* he warned their brother.
*Leave him be?! I had no idea that he and Irena are...whatever the fuck they are!*
āTwo years. Sheās my mate,ā Azriel answered, not even looking at any of them, completely concentrated on said mate.Ā
"Mate," Irena agreed weakly. "Mine."
"Yours," Azriel agreed, his voice hoarse, as he picked her up carefully like his mate was made out of spun glass. "Let's tuck you into bed, Love," he told her softly.Ā
And off his spymaster went carrying the priestess that was his mate.
Rhys could just stare after them.Ā
"Did you know?" Cassian demanded sharply.
"I had absolutely no fucking clue," Rhys admitted weakly.
He felt the guilt swirling inside him, deep and bitter and vicious. He should have known. He should have realized and supported Azriel.
But it had been Rhys who had pushed him so far away that he hadn't told him. That he didn't even think that he could tell Rhys that he had found his mate.
And it hurt. Gods, it hurt. To know that Azriel had kept something that he should have been so happy about to himself just so he wouldn't have to deal with Rhys's bullshit.
Cassian started barking orders...About a stretcher and about Merrill's body...It would be taken away and prepared for the last rites.Ā
It wasn't often that one of the priestesses died. It wasn't...They were safe here. They were supposed to be safe here...but whatever happened in this roomā¦
āWhat even happened?ā Rhys asked, as he turned around to surview the carnage.Ā
It was bad. Really bad.Ā
āIrena went to talk to Merill, because Merrill gotā¦angry with one of the newer acolytesā¦ā Gwyn said, her voice shaky. āMerrill was in a bad mood because Irena forbid her newest research project.ā
Her newest research project? It was well known that Merrill was brilliant. So for Irena toā¦
"Why did she forbid it?" Rhys asked curiously.
"It involved some form of spell crafting. Irena wanted Merrill to have supervision from a spellcrafter, because it was a language that none of us actually understood and we didnāt eve know about what kind of spell it wasā¦Merill didn't think that was needed," Gwyn said weakly, wiping away tears. "And now look where that got us. God, how could Merrill be this stupid?"
"It wasn't stupidity, it was probably arrogance," Cassian said with a sigh. "It's dumb luck that only...that only Irena got hurt.
Rhys couldn't but agree with Cassian's assessment. It was a miracle that Irena was alive. That she'd survived when Merrillās body wasā¦near unrecognisableā¦.clearly it had been closer to whatever had blown up in their faces
Merrill had probably thought she knew what she was doing, but she didn't have the skill or training to work on advanced spell work. I
rena wasnāt the type of person who would deny research on a whim either. If she believed that Merrill needed supervision then Merrill had needed supervision.
Irena was clever. And cautious.Ā
Azriel's mate was a damn good judge of character after all.
Gods, Azriel's mate. What a thoughtā¦
The spymaster and the priestess. Rhysā near silent brother andā¦and gentle, caring Irena, the beating heart of the library.Ā
Rhys would need to wrap his mind around that in private.Ā
āIāll sealā¦this room,ā Rhys said quietly. So nobody could enter. And then he would probably turn Amren loose in it, to turn around every fucking stone, so that they figured out what that spell had been that had reacted like it. The last thing they needed was for the spell to have any sort of consequences that involved Irena.Ā
"Clotho," he greeted the priestess as she arrived, inclining his head.Ā
What happened? she demanded, holding out her usual piece of paper.Ā
Rhys felt his stomach churn at that question.Ā Ā
How the hell were they supposed to tell Clotho that not only one of the priestesses had tragically diedā¦but one of the others was currently holed up in an Illyrian warrior's room, recovering from injuries that should have killed her, and that said Illyrian warrior was said priestess's mate, so was probably not going to leave her alone anytime soon?
And that was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the absolute clusterfuck this whole situation was. There was nothing to do except to simply tell Clotho the truth and hope that she didn't have a breakdown.
"There was an...accident. Merrill is dead," he told her bluntly.
For a moment Clotho was just frozen in place. But he could tell that his words had hit her hard. That she was shocked, horrified, stunned beyond belief. HOW?!
And Rhys took a deep breath, trying to find a way to explain what had happened.Ā
To explain how one of her charges had been killed in a room where she was supposed to be safeā¦How her own experimentation, her own research had killed herā¦
And how no one had even noticed that a priestess had been mated.Ā
No...how the shadowsinger had mated to a Priestess and hadn't even thought to tell them because Rhys had acted like such as bastard to his brotherthat Azriel had actually thought it preferable to keep his mating bond a secret.
"Merill didn't listen when Irena turned down her research proposal," Gwyn said suddenly with a shaky voice. "Irena went to talk to her this afternoon, because Merill made Meera cry...It looks like the spell that she was taking apart went...haywire. Merill was killed in the backlash...Irena was hurt.ā
Rhys just nodded. It was a reasonable explanation, even if it didn't cover everything that had gone on. At this point in time, he was almost more concerned about Clotho than anything else. The poor female looked ready to collapse.
I told Merill to keep away from that spellbook. We still donāt know what it even contained, Clotho agreed, even her handwriting looking shaky.Ā
He could tell that she was in shock and grief. Could imagine how she must be feeling. Clotho protected the Priestesses with all she had. They were her flock. To lose one of her charges...There was no way that Clotho would not blame herself.
She was going to blame herself for something that wasn't her fault at all. And the thought made Rhys feel sick to his stomach.
Clotho had enough weight on her shoulders already, the last thing she needed was guilt over something that was not even her fault.
IRENA?! Clotho demanded sharply.
"Alive, if just barely," Rhys informed her, trying to push down his own guilt at the thought. "Madja is with her."
In the dormitory?
"No, in Azriel's room," Cassian said bluntly. "Apparently they have been mates for... two years.ā
Clotho's head snapped around, facing Cassian, her eyes wide.Ā
Nobody had seen that coming, not even one of Irenaās closest friends.Ā
It seemed like both of them had kept it quiet. Azriel must have so badly wanted to protect his mate fromā¦from him, thatā¦
The thought made Rhys feel sick. Azriel would rather keep his mate a secret than reveal to Rhys that he had found her.Ā
Than tell him that he had found his perfect match, that there was a female in this world that loved him above all others, who understood him, who supported him.
And it was all Rhys' own fault.Ā
He didn't have any other thought. There was no other explanation. If a friend didn't trust him enough to confide in him that he had found his mate, it was because he had done something wrong. So wrong that Azriel hadn't felt like he could tell him.
She wanted to be with him? Clotho demanded.
"From the look of it, she was barely conscious, but still claimed him as hers. And Azriel certainly seemed to think that she would want to be with him," Rhys told Clotho.Ā
And why wouldn't she? He was her mate. Her mate.Ā
"He won't do anything to her," Cassian said fiercely. "She's his mate."
Rhys agreed with that. Of all the males in existence, Azriel was by far the least likely to do anything that Irena would not like. Hell, he wouldn't do anything that might make her even feel mildly uncomfortable. And if she told him to back off, he would give her as much space as she needed.
"Mor, whatever Clotho needs," he told his cousin, who had brought Madja there, who just inclined her head, seemingly shaken. "I'll seal of this room...we'll need to...figure out what to do with it," he said softly. "Clotho, whatever form of memorial you would like to hold...take all the time you need and then let me know."
Clotho looked at him sharply before nodding weakly. She probably wouldn't need his help when it came to something like this. She knew how to handle something like this. How to give her fallen a last farewell.
"I want to check on Irena," Gwyn said, her hands shaking as she crossed her arms.
Rhys nodded. That was fair. Of course Gwyn wanted to check on her friend. And at this point all anyone could really do was wait anyway. "Let me seal the room and then we can go," he said softly. "But I need to warn you, Azriel will be...overprotective," he told her. "Chances are, he won't let you get close to her at all."
"I don't have any doubt about that," Gwyn said dryly. "But she's my friend. I should at least be allowed to check on her."
***
He cleaned the blood of her skin...The shadows procured one of Irena's nightgowns. She didn't protest when he held her up and Madja pulled the soiled, ruined dress from her body...didn't even flinch away from his touch on her naked skin.
They had never gone further than some heated...kisses...further than his hands slipping under her nightgown and pressing against her soft skin. He had never wanted to push. Azriel had been willing to give her all the time in the world.Ā
It had taken months until she had been ready for a hugā¦longer for a kiss. And he had waited. Gladly. He had gladly waited, because it was worth the wait. She was worth the wait.Ā
Her marriage wasn't something that she was just going to get over, and Azriel was never ever going to push her for more than she willingly offered him.Ā
He had never wanted to undress her under these circumstances. So he closed his eyes, and pressed a kiss to her head, not looking at all.Ā
Irena didn't make a sound, didn't even really respond...just stared into the distance. He wasn't even sure she really noticed what was happening to her. Wasn't sure she even noticed Madja cleaning the woundsā¦cleaning thin, silver lines, scars of her past, mostly hidden by her clothing, but still visible.Ā
This was also when they saw the rest of the wounds...and the fact that her bad leg was broken.
Madja bandaged it carefully, stuffing pillows underneath it to keep it elevated, wrapped the rest of her bruises and scrapes with a tincture.
Still, once she was clean, no more debris in her hair, her skin as clean as he could get it...and the new nightgown was fitted over her skin, he tugged her underneath the thick goose feather stuffed duvet and then the furs.
There was no resistance on Irenaās part. She just let him do as he pleased, let herself be maneuvered and tucked in with the patience of a parent settling a little girl into bed. She didn't say anything. Didn't protest at all, even when he curled his own large body around her smaller frame, even when his wings came around her, shielding her from the outside world.
But she didn't move to snuggle up to him either. Didn't reach for him, didn't try to press her body into his. Just...allowed him to pull her close and hold her as tightly as he wanted. Her body was limp and unmoving, the only emotion on her face a sort of...emptiness. A blank expression that...it was terrifying.
He wrapped his arms around her with a sigh, running a gentle hand through her hair with a sigh. He knew that she was in shock. That she had just survived something terrible, something traumatic. So it wasn't surprising that she wasn't really responsive at the moment, that her skin felt like ice to him and that she was shaking slightly, tremblingā¦
But the instinct to comfort her, to protect her from everything that might hurt her was roaring in his chest. He couldn't pull away from her, even though he knew he should. Even though he knew he should just be thankful that he had her, that she was here, in his hands, breathing.
She felt so thin in his hands. So fragile. Like she might break if he didn't hold her close. And that feeling, the knowledge of how vulnerable his mate was, it was almost too much for him to bear.
āI have pain potions and a sleeping draught,ā Madja said quietly.
Azriel felt his jaw clench at the mention of a sleeping draught. He wanted Irena to rest, needed her to sleep away some of the horrors, but there was also some instinct in him that revolted at the idea of making her vulnerable like that. That revolted at the thought of knocking his mate out when she couldn't protect herself.
āIs that alright, love?ā He asked her softly.
She didn't answer. Didn't even stir. The only sign that she had heard his question at all was the way her fingers clenched more tightly in his shirt. The only outward sign that she even understood that he was there at all. That she could even hear him. "Love?" He asked again, his voice a gentle murmur. "Do you want the sleeping draught, love?"
āSleep?ā She repeated weakly.Ā
āSleep.ā He promised her.
She simply opened her mouth in response, letting him pour it down her throat and swallowed.
He ran gentle fingers through her hair as the potion began to take effect. As her eyelids drooped and her limbs went loose and he could almost watch the tension leaving her body. He couldn't help but press a soft, tender kiss to the crown of her head.
Azriel couldn't put into words how good it felt to have her in his arms like this. To have her safe and protected and healing.
Madja left with the promise to be back soonā¦and as soon as she left there was a knock at the door. He didnāt want to deal with his brothers.Ā
*We could bar the door, master,* the shadows offered.
Azriel considered that for a long moment. It was tempting. Really, really tempting to just let the shadows seal the door and tell everyone to fuck off. That they could deal with the rest of the world later and he could just focus on Irena for now.
He knew that he couldn't though. Knew that he couldn't keep the world away from Irena. For all that he would like to protect her from all the harm in this world and lock her away into the safety of his arms, he knew that he couldn't do that. And that Rhys would throw a fit if he didn't let them in immediately.
He sighed softly, his arms tightening around his mate. He didn't want to deal with his brothers right now. Didn't want to deal with Rhys lecturing him about his decisions. Didn't want the pity and understanding in Cassian's eyes, his careful kindness. He didn't want to have to hold up the strong facade when his brother pushed and pushed and pushed.
āCome in,ā he said flatly.
Azriel sighed softly as the door was opened and his brothers entered, both looking at him with concern. There was something else in Rhys' eyes, something that he wasn't sure how to name. The High Lord had an indecipherable look on his face as he moved to come stand next to the bed.
But it was Gwyn that shouldered both Rhys and Cassian out of the way, that immediately went to Irenaās bedside.
āSheās asleep,ā he warned her softly. āMadja gave her a sleeping draught.ā
The Valkyrie moved in silence, but Azriel could tell that she desperately wanted to reach out and touch her friend. Could tell that there was some instinct in her to touch Irena, to comfort her, that she was fighting against. He almost felt bad for her, knowing how hard it must have been to hold back that urge to offer comfort, knowing how desperately she had to want to soothe her friend's pain.
He knew that the two of them were close. That Irena was well liked by practically every priestessā¦That Roslin was her very best friend, but that she also got along with seemingly everybody else, including Gwyn.Ā
Ā And he wanted to let her get close to his mate. He really did. But the need to keep his mate safe was too strong. Was something that he couldn't fight against. So he just pulled Irena more firmly into his chest.
His only saving grace was that Gwyn seemed to understand. Didn't even try to argue with him or demand to get close to his mate. She just stayed at a respectable distance and didn't protest when he pulled Irena closer to his chest.
He could tell that she recognized his possessive nature for what it was. Just a desperate instinct to hold and protect his mate from further harm. And she didn't argue with him.Ā
āYou are the one who gets her the tea and the cookies, arenāt you?ā She asked him suddenly. āI was wondering where she got them from. They were always good but the tea has definitely gotten better the last two years.āĀ
*See, Master?!* the shadows cooed, seemingly heaving and then coming to blanket Irena in their very presence too. *We are getting her the best tea!*
They seemed very pleased with themselves.Ā
Azriel knew that when he wasnāt in Velaris, some of the shadows even kept Irena company through the night, cuddling themselves beneath her blankets with her. He also knew that Irena loved it.
Knew better than anyone even his shadows that those moments of comfort, those little gestures, mattered more to his mate than any large gifts ever could. Irena had never cared about large gestures, about pricy gifts, didnāt care about gifts or public displays ofĀ affection.Ā
But those little thingsā¦she loved those little things. Loved her shadows coming to spend time with herā¦loved it when he gave her a back rub to ease the pain in her back, or when the shadows brought her the tea that she liked or her favourite cookies.
And Azrielā¦he loved giving her that.Ā He was happy to provide each and every one of them. He would do anything for her at this point. Would bring her anything that she asked for with enthusiasm. Because he loved it when her face lit up or when she smiled when he brought her something she didn't expect to get. That was something that he would never get tired of.
Azriel would never get tired of watching her face light up with happiness at the smallest of gifts that he gave her. Would never tire of feeling those little gestures bring her even a small moment of happiness. It brought him somuch joy to see her delighted by something so small. Made something inside of him fill with warmth.
āIāll let her sleep,ā Gwyn said softly. āTell her when sheās awake that she owes us all the gossip. None of us had a clue that the two of you were seeing each other.ā
Azriel inclined his head in response, a soft grin pulling at his lips despite everything. "I'll be sure to tell her." Not that he thought that there was anything to gossip about.
Gwyn left with another smile. Which left him with his brothers.Ā
āAz.ā Cassian said with a weary sigh. āWhat the fuck.ā
Azriel frowned sharply, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he looked at his brother. His arms tightened around Irena unconsciously, the protective instinct coming into play.
He knew Cassian, knew all too well that his brother liked to be a pain in his ass, liked to push him further than he wanted to be pushed. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, Cassian," he warned his brother in a low growl. "Say whatever it is that you feel the need to say, and then get out."
He knew that he probably looked completely insane. Knew that he looked like a madman clutching onto Irena with an iron grip and growling at anyone who dared get too close. But he couldn't help it. Couldn't help the instincts that seemed to be pulling at every muscle in his body, couldn't stop the tension that was coiling tight as a spring.
āHow long hasā¦ this been going on?ā Rhys asked delicately.Ā
āTwo years at next Starfall,ā Azriel answered flatly.
Cassian whistled softly at that. "Two years?!" He asked incredulously. "And you didn't think to tell us?"
Azriel's jaw clenched automatically at the words.Ā
He had thought to tell them. Numerous times.Ā
He had just never wanted to.Ā
First he had wanted to let things settle and solidify before announcing it to his family and letting them come swarming in to analyse their relationshipā¦Laterā¦later he just hadnāt wanted to.Ā
They were completely happy when nobody knew. Why change it?Ā
Azriel knew that he probably should have anticipated this reaction. Probably should have expected his brothers to be confused and annoyed, probably should have anticipated them wanting to know more. But he just hadn't wanted to deal with the questions and inquiries and curiosity and judgement.Ā
So he had kept his relationship with Irena a secret.
āIt was none of your business,ā he said simply.
Cassian stared at him, dark eyes pained.Ā āWe are your brothers,ā he said quietly.Ā Ā
āQuite frankly, I just didnāt want to deal with whatever opinion you cook up about us,ā Azriel said flatly.Ā His brothers were way too nosy and curious for their own good. Always had been. āWe are happy. I didnāt want you to ruin that.ā
They would have never respected his privacy or any boundary he had tried to set up.Ā
He knew that Cassianwas probably annoyed that he hadnāt told him about his relationship with Irena. Knew that he was probably feeling left out and...excluded. That he was hurt that Azriel had kept this from him. But he just couldnāt find it within himself to feel any sympathy at the moment. Not when his patience was already wearing thin. Not when he could still feel the fear of almost losing Irena thrumming under his skin.
He couldnāt deal with this right now. Couldnāt handle whatever pity or lecturing his brother would give him. Just wanted to hold his mate and try to keep the fear of losing her at bay.
That fear was already too much, already consuming him and threatening to swallow him whole. The only thing that kept him sane, the only thing that kept him from falling apart was the knowledge that his mate, his Irena, was safe in his arms. And he needed to focus on that if he wanted to keep it together.
āAzriel.ā Rhysā choice was choked.
Azriel stiffened at the sound, his attention flicking to his brother automatically. There was something in Rhysā voice, some emotion in his eyes that Azriel couldnāt quite discern right now.
He had heard his brother choked or emotional or desperate before, but this was something else. This was emotion in his brother that he had never seen before: raw, unfiltered, and painful.
The tone of Rhysā voice, the almost anguished look in his eyes had Azriel holding his breath for a moment. Had his heartbeat picking up speed as he waited for his brother to speak.
The tension was heavy and thick as he waited, his muscles coiled tight as he waited for Rhys to speak. His whole body tense like a tightly wound spring.
āI am sorry,ā Rhys whispered quietly.
Azriel stiffened slightly at that, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly. His muscles were still tense, still ready for a fight, but the raw apology in Rhys' words, the emotion in his voice...it surprised him.
It was unexpected. He had expected the anger and the hurt and the bitterness, not the raw emotion in his brotherās voice. Not the apology.
He almost couldnāt believe his ears, almost wanted to ask his brother to repeat himself. But he just stayed quiet instead, just tensed and listened and waited for his brother to continue speaking.
He couldn't even blink as he waited, as he hung on every slight movement or small change in expression on his brothers face. The tension was so thick, so heavy he could almost taste it. But he still didn't move an inch. Just waited, every muscle still as a statue as he watched his brother with an almost desperate intensity.
āI am sorry. I didnātā¦I didnāt want to hurt you,ā Rhys said quietly. āIā¦we would have been happy for you,ā Rhys promised him fiercely.Ā
Azriel felt his throat go dry at the words. The apology, the admission of his brother's intent to protect him, it was so unexpected that he almost couldnāt comprehend it. He felt some of the tension drain from his body, some of the tightness in his muscles loosening slightly.
Azriel's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he almost couldn't hear anything else over the sound. The raw emotion in his brother's voice, the sincerity in those simple words...it was overwhelming.
āYou were hurt,ā Rhys said softly. āI understand. But you could have come to us any time over the last two years and told us and we would have been a happy for you,ā he promised him fiercely.
"Would you have really?" Azriel asked softly. "Would you really have been happy for us and not made a problem out of nothing?"
He wanted to believe his brother, truly he did. But there was still a small part of him, the small part that had been hurt and mistreated and rejected so many times before, that was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The part of him that was looking for a catch, looking for the sign that this was just another manipulation.
He didn't want to feel this way, didn't want to look for the betrayal and rejection that had been written into his very soul. But he couldn't help it. Couldn't help the small part of him that was constantly looking for the next blow, bracing for rejection and hurt.
āWe would have,ā Cassian said fiercely. āYou found your mate, Az.ā
Azriel nodded slowly.
āHow did you even hide it?ā Cassian demanded, crossing his arms.
āI do know how to use a sound shield,ā Azriel gave back flatly.Ā
Cassian let out a low chuckle at that, shaking his head as he grinned. "Well, you've always been more adept at keeping secrets than I am," he teased, a sly grin pulling at his lips. ā Since when do you sleep surrounded by furs by the way?ā Cassian muttered.
āIrena gets cold,ā he said simply.
āWait, she spend the nights here with you?ā Cassian suddenly realised.
"None of your business," Azriel replied flatly, not even trying to hide his annoyance with the nosy question. "Just focus on keeping your own mate happy, brother."
āHow do you even sneak her up here?!ā
"None of your business," Azriel repeated flatly. "My relationship with my mate is my own business, not yours."
He knew that he was being stubborn, that he was probably being unreasonable right now. But he couldn't help it. His emotions were too raw, too overwhelming for him to handle the intrusion into his personal life. He just wanted to focus on Irena and making sure she was okay, not on his brother's questions and prodding into the details of his relationship.
It was none of their business how he and Irena spent their time together, how they snuck around the house without being caught. That was something private, something sacred between them. And he wasn't going to share it with anyone, not even his own brothers.
He just wanted to protect that intimacy between him and his mate, wanted to keep it safely guarded from prying eyes that might not understand. He knew that his brothers cared about him, but he also knew that they could be too nosy for their own good sometimes.Ā
āā¦is she aware what these furs mean?ā Cassian asked him pointedly.Ā
Was she aware that Azriel was laying claim to her with every single one of those furs that he hunted for her? Aware that he was following Illyrian tradition, regardless of how muchā¦of how fucked up it was in many senses?Ā
āYes,ā he said simply. Kinda. A little bit.Ā
"So it's...serious?" Cassian asked him.
"She's my mate," he snapped back.
Cassian held up his hands in a pacifying gesture, a sheepish expression on his face.
Azriel let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over his face. "Justā¦leave it alone," he said tiredly. "Please. I'm not in the mood for any more questions right now."
He just wanted to be alone with Irena, wanted to hold her close and let the warmth of her body soothe his frayed nerves. He didn't want to deal with his brothers and their incessant questioning. Didn't want to talk about his relationship with Irena or how serious it was. He just wanted to be with her and that was it.
. His emotions were just too raw, too close to the surface for him to hold back. He just wanted a moment of peace, of quiet, with his mate.
He just wanted to hold her close and breathe in the scent of her skin, wanted to feel her warmth against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. He just wanted to know that she was safe, that she was still here with him. Was that really too much to ask?
He let out a long breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He didn't want to be angry, didn't want to be frustrated. But he couldn't help it, couldn't help the surge of protective instincts that came over him every time he thought about how close he had come to losing his mate.
"If you need anything, let us know," Rhys said quietly.
Azriel stiffened at the words, his hands curling into fists at his sides automatically. He knew that Rhys was only trying to be supportive, that he was only trying to offer his help. But Azriel didn't want that. Didn't want his brother's help or sympathy. He just wanted to be left alone with his mate.
He wanted to protect her himself, to take care of her and keep her safe without his brothers' interference. He knew that Rhys only meant well, but that knowledge did nothing to calm his instincts. All he could think about was how close he had come to losing his mate, how close he had come to never seeing her again. And the thought terrified him.
It made his heart clench and his gut twist in fear and pain, his hands clenching tight as he struggled to keep his emotions under control. He didn't want to be vulnerable, didn't want to let his brothers see how much this had affected him. But he knew that it was pointless to try and hide it, that his brothers could probably see the rawness of his emotions written all over his face.
Azriel didn't try to argue with his brother, didn't try to explain himself. He just nodded.
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Summary: Stuck in a safe house with Soldier Boy is a test of patienceāand nerves. Heās sharp-tongued, cocky, and impossible to ignore, pushing your boundaries just to see you flinch. You try to keep your distance, but he has a way of getting under your skin. Youāre supposed to keep him in check, but the real challenge might be keeping yourself together.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Nickname, Shy!Reader, MENTION!Reader was touched without consent, Ben being as cocky as ever, some kind of fluff i guess
Word Count: 10523 (long ass shit here, lol)
A/N: English isnāt my first language, so please be lenient. šāØ
The room felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to make the next move. Soldier BoyāBen, as Butcher had instructed you to call himāsat at the battered wooden table in the middle of the safe house. He was grinding pills into powder with the flat of his knife, muttering to himself, the motion aggressive and precise. Every scrape of the blade against the wood sent shivers down your spine.
You kept your eyes fixed on the television, not really watching whatever rerun was playing. It didnāt matter. Nothing could drown out the weight of his presence. The way he dominated the space even when he wasnāt speaking. Even when he wasnāt looking at you.
You didnāt know why he tolerated you. Out of all the people whoād tried to babysit him since Butcher hauled him out of whatever Russian nightmare heād been buried in, you were the only one still standing. Maybe it was because you didnāt push him. Or maybe it was because you were too afraid to even try.
Two years ago, your fear of supes had been planted like a landmine in your chest. One night, one supe, one scar across your soul. That was all it took to change you forever. Now, being in the same room as one, especially him, felt like walking barefoot through a minefield. One wrong step, and everything could go to hell. Literally, in his case.
Ben scooped the powder into a neat little line, the corner of his mouth twitching into something that wasnāt quite a smirk. āYou donāt have to sit there like a deer in headlights, you knowā, he drawled, not looking up. His voice was gravelly, tinged with a roughness that made you want to shrink further into the couch. āNot gonna biteā.
You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around the edge of the couch cushion. āIām fine hereā, you said quickly, your voice thin and brittle.
āSure you areā. He leaned back in his chair, his shirt unbuttoned enough to show a glimpse of the skin of his chest. That chest. The one that could, and had, turned entire blocks into ash. He tapped his nose twice before snorting the line with practiced ease, sighing as he leaned back again. āYouāre terrible at pretending, you know that?ā.
Your breath hitched, and you cursed yourself for it. He noticed everything. āPretending what?ā, you muttered, eyes glued to the TV screen.
āThat youāre not scared shitless of meā, he said, his tone almost amused now. āItās cute. Kind of pathetic, but cuteā.
Your stomach twisted. The urge to snap back at him rose like bile, but you shoved it down. Provoking him was the last thing you wanted to do. Instead, you focused on keeping your voice steady. āIām not scared of youā.
Ben laughedādeep, low, and sharp enough to make you flinch. āYeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, sweetheartā.
You clenched your fists, your nails biting into your palms as you tried to keep your breathing even. This was your job. This was what Butcher had asked of you. Watch over him, keep him in line, donāt let him blow anything up. Easier said than done when every fiber of your being was screaming to get the hell out of there.
Ben finally looked at you, his green eyes narrowing slightly. āRelax. Iām not gonna hurt youā. His tone softenedājust barelyābut it still sent a shiver down your spine. āNot unless you give me a reason toā.
That didnāt exactly inspire confidence, but you nodded anyway, not trusting yourself to speak.
He reached for another pill, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. āYou knowā, he said, his voice quieter now, āitās exhausting, being treated like a goddamn bomb all the timeā.
You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. He wasnāt looking at you anymore, his gaze fixed on the table as he rolled the pill between his fingers. For a moment, he almost seemedā¦ human. Vulnerable.
But you didnāt know what to say. Didnāt trust yourself to say anything. So you just stayed where you were, curled up on the couch, watching him out of the corner of your eye and praying you wouldnāt be the one to set him off.
Ben tossed the pill back, swallowing it dry like it was nothing before reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. He took a swig, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stood up. For one fleeting second, you thought he might leave the room, give you some space to breathe. But noāhe grabbed a bag of popcorn from the counter, ripped it open with his teeth, and made his way to the couch.
You tensed immediately. There were at least three other places he could sit, but no, he dropped himself right beside you. Not just closeātouching. His thigh pressed firmly against yours, the heat of him seeping through the fabric of your jeans like a live wire.
Your body locked up, your heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it. You didnāt dare move, didnāt dare breathe. If he noticed your discomfortāand of course, he didāhe didnāt let on. He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes flicking toward the TV screen before turning to you.
āWhatcha watching?ā, he asked casually, his voice a little softer now but still holding that rough, unshakable edge.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. āJustā¦ whatever was onā.
He snorted. āRiveting choiceā. Another handful of popcorn disappeared into his mouth, and he leaned back, spreading out like he owned the place. Which, letās face it, he kind of did. Every room he entered felt like it bent to him, like the walls themselves were trying to make room for him and his ego.
As the minutes dragged on, he kept up the small talk. About the shitty popcorn, the weather, the ancient couch springs that squeaked every time one of you shifted. His tone was light, conversational, but his eyesā¦ his eyes were anything but.
He wasnāt looking at the TV anymore. He was watching you. Really watching you. The way your shoulders hunched in on themselves like you were trying to make yourself smaller. The way your hands fidgeted with the hem of your hoodie. The way your legs were pressed tightly together, like you were trying to disappear into the cushions.
āYouāre tinyā, he said abruptly, almost thoughtfully, his gaze dragging up and down your frame. āLike, seriously. How are you even a person? Youāre what, a buck twenty soaking wet?ā.
You stiffened, your face flushing. āIāmā¦ normal-sizedā, you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.
He chuckled, low and gravelly, the sound vibrating through his chest. āNormal? Sweetheart, if I even looked at you wrong, youād probably snap in halfā.
Your stomach churned at the words, at the casual way he said them. Like it wasnāt a threat, just a fact. And maybe it was. He wasnāt wrongāhe could break you without even trying. Supe or not, he was built like a goddamn tank, and youā¦ well, you werenāt.
His gaze lingered on you, sharp and appraising, like he was trying to figure you out. āWhatāre you so scared of, huh?ā, he asked, his voice quieter now, but no less dangerous. āYou think Iām gonna hurt you?ā.
You didnāt answer. You couldnāt. The lump in your throat was too big, your fear too loud.
āRelax, dollā, he said, leaning a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. āIf I wanted to crush you, I wouldnāt need to waste my time sitting here talking to you, now would I?ā.
That didnāt make you feel any better. In fact, it made your skin crawl. But you nodded anyway, because what else could you do?
Ben smirked as he leaned back, stretching his arm casually over the back of the couch. He popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving you.
āSoā, he drawled, cocking an eyebrow. āGot a boyfriend, Peanut?ā.
The word caught you off guard, and you glanced at him sharply, your confusion momentarily outweighing your fear. āP-Peanut?ā, you stammered, the nickname so unexpected it almost made you forget how close he was.
He grinned, his teeth flashing white against his scruffy beard. āYeah, Peanut. Youāre tiny, right? Probably weigh, what, eighty-five? Ninety pounds tops? I could pick you up with one hand, and youād barely be a snackā. He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, like he found the whole thing hilarious. āPeanut fitsā.
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you didnāt say anything. What could you say? He wasnāt exactly wrong, but hearing it said out loudāespecially by himāmade you feel smaller than ever. You tucked your legs up under you, trying to create some kind of barrier between his imposing presence and your body.
āCāmonā, he said, his voice lighter now, teasing almost. āYou seriously donāt have some guy waiting around for you? Someone to take care of you? Feels like youād need a bodyguard just to make it through the grocery storeā.
You shook your head, your voice barely audible. āNo boyfriendā.
He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. āHuh. Surprising. A thing like you? Iād think guys would be lining upā.
His words werenāt comforting. They werenāt meant to be. They carried an undertone that made your stomach twist, a reminder of how easily he could take you if he wanted to. You shifted uncomfortably, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself like it could somehow shield you from the heat of his gaze.
āWhatās the matter, Peanut?ā, he asked. āIām just making conversation. You donāt have to look so freaked out all the timeā.
āIām not freaked outā, you lied, your voice trembling just enough to betray you.
He snorted, clearly not buying it. āSure youāre notā. He leaned forward suddenly, resting his elbows on his knees, bringing himself closer to you. The smell of whiskey and faint cigar smoke clung to him, mingling with something sharper, something distinctly him.
āIām not gonna hurt you. Told you already, didnāt I?ā.
You nodded again, but the tension in your body didnāt ease. If anything, it grew worse as his eyes traveled over you again, lingering in ways that made you want to sink into the couch and disappear.
āManā, he muttered, shaking his head. āYouāre wound up tighter than a fucking springā. He reached for the popcorn bag again, the casual motion a stark contrast to the intensity of his words. āI donāt know what the hell Butcher was thinking, sticking me with you. Youāre not exactly intimidatingā.
You bristled at that, a tiny flicker of indignation breaking through your fear. āI wasnāt supposed to intimidate youā, you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. āIām justā¦ here to keep an eye on youā.
He laughedāloud and abrupt, the sound startling in the otherwise quiet room. āYouāre supposed to keep an eye on me?ā. He leaned back again, throwing one arm across the back of the couch again and grinning down at you like heād just heard the best joke of his life. āFuck. Thatās richā.
You didnāt respond, biting your lip to keep the words locked in. You couldnāt afford to snap, couldnāt afford to give him a reason to escalate. Not with how close he was. Not with how easily he could overpower you.
Benās laugh faded into a low hum, almost as if he were talking to himself, but the words were loud enough to reach you. āYou knowā, he muttered, swirling the last of the whiskey in the bottle before setting it on the floor, āI could help you relax. Youāre all wound up like a little bird that flew into the wrong fucking cageā.
The comment made your stomach tighten, your pulse spiking as you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. His gaze wasnāt on the TV. It wasnāt even on the popcorn anymore. It was on you. Slowly, deliberately, like he was working through some kind of internal checklist, his eyes dragged from your face, to your neck, to the way your hoodie hugged your body.
āYeahā, he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher.
āIād probably crush you. Tiny little thing like you. Butā¦ā. He leaned his head back against the couch, as though considering something deeply. āI could figure it out. Work on my self-restraintā. He exhaled sharply through his nose, almost like a laugh, but it didnāt carry any humor. āNot sure youād survive, thoughā.
Your throat went dry, and your mind raced for somethingāanythingāto say to steer the conversation somewhere less terrifying. But the words wouldnāt come. It was like your brain had shut down entirely, overwhelmed by the weight of his presence and the dark, unsettling undertone to his words.
āI mean, shitā, he went on, almost lazily, like he was just idly musing. āItād be a tight fit, no doubt about that. But Iād manageā. He turned his head toward you, one eyebrow quirking as though he was waiting for some kind of reaction. āWhat dāyou think, Peanut? Think you could handle me?ā.
Your heart felt like it might explode. You shifted slightly, trying to put even an inch of space between you, but the couch offered no escape. He noticed, of course he noticed, and the smirk on his face only widened.
āRelaxā, he said again, though this time it sounded more like a command than a suggestion. āIām just messing with youā. He leaned back again, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth like the last thirty seconds hadnāt just happened.
But the tension in the air didnāt dissipate. His words lingered, sinking into your mind like oil, staining everything. You didnāt dare move, didnāt dare breathe too loudly, your entire body coiled as tightly as a spring.
Ben glanced at you again, his expression unreadable now, the grin gone. āYou really gotta lighten up, Peanutā, he said, almost absently. āYouāre making me feel like a fucking monsterā.
You wanted to tell him he wasnāt making it easy. That his very presence was suffocating. That every word out of his mouth only fed the gnawing pit of fear in your stomach. But you couldnāt. So you stayed silent, staring at the TV and praying that heād get bored soon. That the night would end without him pushing any further.
Ben shifted slightly on the couch, the springs groaning under his weight. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling as if lost in thought, but you could feel his attention still anchored on you, heavy and unrelenting.
āYou knowā, he started, his voice low and casual, āI heard Butcher and that cum-guzzler talking about youā. He popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing slowly as though giving himself time to savor the words that would follow. āSomething about why youāre so jumpy around supesā.
Your heart clenched, and you went rigid. You hadnāt realized Butcher had told himāwhy would he? What purpose would it serve, giving Soldier Boy ammunition? You glanced at him sharply, trying to gauge his intentions, but his expression was frustratingly neutral, save for the slight quirk of a smirk playing on his lips.
He chuckled, low and gravelly, shaking his head. āCanāt say I blame youā, he continued. āSounds like you had a real shitty time of it. Some asshole supe gets a little too handsy, decides heās owed something just because heās got powers. That about right?ā.
The knot in your stomach tightened, but you didnāt answer. You couldnāt. Your throat felt like it was closing, the weight of his words pulling every horrible memory to the surface.
Ben didnāt seem to need a response. He let out a long breath, his smirk fading as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees again. āHereās the thing, Peanutā, he said, his tone quieter now, almost contemplative. āGuys like thatā¦ they give the rest of us a bad name. Not that I give a shit about my reputation, but, you know, principle and all thatā.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. āWhyā¦ why are you bringing this up?ā.
He shrugged, the motion casual, but the intensity in his eyes betrayed him. āJust thinking out loud. If thatās the only experience youāve got with supesā¦ well, no wonder youāre scared shitless. Thatās the memory youāre stuck withā. His gaze slid to you, sharp and probing. āBut maybe I could fix thatā.
āFix it?ā, you echoed, your voice trembling. āWhatā¦ what does that mean?ā.
He smirked again, leaning back and stretching his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing just a hairās breadth away from your shoulder. āIām just sayingā, he drawled, āmaybe if you had a different kind of experience, you wouldnāt be so fucking scared all the time. Replace that shitty memory with a fucking awesome oneā.
The implication in his words was crystal clear, and your stomach churned violently. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your hoodie, your nails digging into your palms. āThatās notā¦ā. You trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper. āThatās not how it worksā.
He tilted his head, studying you with a mixture of amusement and something darker. āYou sure about that? Sometimes all it takes is one good memory to wipe out the bad. One moment to make you forget the rest of the bullshitā.
You shook your head, your pulse hammering in your ears. āI donāt thinkāā.
āCalm down, Peanutā, he interrupted, his voice dropping into that low, commanding tone again. āIām not saying Iād do anything. Unless, you know, you wanted me toā.
Your breath hitched, and you pressed yourself further into the couch, as if the cushions could somehow swallow you whole. His gaze was piercing, unrelenting, and you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, suffocating.
āBut heyā, he continued after a moment, his tone lightening again as he grabbed another handful of popcorn. āItās your call. Iām just sayingā¦ I could make it worth your whileā.
You didnāt respond, couldnāt respond. Your mind was racing, your body frozen in place.
The safe house was quiet except for the distant hum of the water running in the bathroom. Ben was in the shower, and you were stuck on the couch, your nerves coiled tighter than ever. It had been weeks since that first night, weeks of this strange, unbearable dance between the two of you. He hadnāt pushed things too far, but he hadnāt stopped either. The teasing, the lingering touches, the weight of his gazeāit was constant, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
And now, as you sat there waiting for him, you hated yourself for the stupid summer dress youād chosen to wear. It was hot, unbearably so, and the safe house didnāt have air conditioning. The dress had seemed like a practical choice at the timeālightweight, easy to move inābut now it felt like a mistake. The fabric clung to your skin and you couldnāt help but feel exposed. Vulnerable.
You shifted uncomfortably, pulling the dress down as far as it would go and wrapping your arms around yourself. It didnāt help. The room felt stifling, and the faint sound of the shower only added to the tension. You couldnāt stop your mind from wandering, couldnāt stop the little voice whispering in the back of your head: Whatās he going to say this time? Whatās he going to do?
The shower shut off, and your breath caught. You stared at the TV, not really seeing it, your heart pounding as you heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.
Moments later, Ben emerged, a towel slung low around his hips and his hair damp, water droplets trailing down his chest. He was a vision of raw power and confidence, and he knew it. The smirk tugging at his lips told you as much.
āHey, Peanutā, he said casually, like this was the most normal thing in the world. He grabbed a second towel and ran it through his hair, his muscles flexing with the motion. āDidnāt think Iād keep you waiting, did you?ā.
You swallowed hard, your eyes darting back to the TV. āI wasnātāā, you started, but your voice faltered. āI mean, Iām fineā.
āSure you areā, he said, chuckling under his breath. He crossed the room, tossing the towel onto a chair as he made his way to the couch. You felt his presence before you saw him, the heat of him, the sheer weight of him, as he sat down beside you. Close. Too close. Again.
His eyes flicked to your dress, lingering for just a moment before he leaned back, draping his arm over the back of the couch. āNice dressā, he commented, his tone light but his gaze sharp. āDidnāt know we were getting all dressed up todayā.
Your face burned, and you tugged at the hem again, wishing it were longer. āItās justā¦ itās hotā, you muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.
āThat it isā, he agreed, his smirk widening. āBut you didnāt have to go all out for me, Peanut. A little effort goes a long way, though, soā¦ thanksā.
You clenched your jaw, your hands twisting the fabric of the dress in your lap. āI didnātāā.
āIām just messing with you. Donāt get so wound upā, his voice dropping into that familiar, teasing drawl.
You wanted to snap back, wanted to tell him to knock it off, but you couldnāt. You just sat there, frozen, your heart pounding as he shifted slightly closer, the edge of his thigh brushing against yours.
The problem wasnāt just that you were afraid of Ben anymoreāthough that fear was still there, lurking beneath every breath, every glance, every word. The problem was that, over the past few weeks, something else had crept in, something worse.
Attraction.
You hated yourself for it. Hated the way your pulse quickened when he smirked at you, the way your thoughts lingered on his voice, deep and rough like gravel underfoot. And now, as you sat beside him, that stupid towel slung so dangerously low on his hips, it was taking everything you had to keep your eyes on the TV.
But you failed. Of course, you did. Your gaze flicked toward him out of the corner of your eye, drawn like a moth to a flame. The towel clung to his hips precariously, the line of dark hair below his navel trailing downward, disappearing beneath the fabric. And lowerāyour breath hitchedāthe outline of him was visible, faint but undeniable.
You quickly looked away, your cheeks burning, your heart hammering in your chest. What the hell is wrong with me? you thought, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it almost hurt. This was Soldier Boy. Ben. The same man who teased you relentlessly, who could crush you without a second thought. A damn supe. And yetā¦
āYouāre quiet, Peanutā, he said suddenly, his voice breaking through your frantic thoughts. His tone was casual, but you knew better than to believe it wasnāt deliberate. He always knew how to needle you just enough to get under your skin. āI mean, youāre always quiet, but today? Whatās the deal?ā.
You didnāt respond, your throat too dry to form a coherent excuse. You tried to keep your eyes locked on the TV, pretending to focus on the images flickering across the screen. But you could feel him watching you, the heat of his gaze sliding over your profile, lingering far too long for comfort.
āCāmonā, he pressed, his voice dropping an octave, rich and deep enough to make your stomach do an unwelcome flip. āYouāre the only action Iāve got in this shithole theyāre hiding me in. Least you could do is talk to me. Iām bored as hell over hereā.
Your hands twisted in your lap, gripping the fabric of your dress like it was the only thing anchoring you to reality. You couldnāt bring yourself to look at him, not with the way his words made your skin flush and your heart pound.
āI donāt know what to sayā, you mumbled finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ben leaned back against the couch, his towel shifting just slightly. āYou donāt have to say much, Peanutā, he drawled, his smirk audible in his tone. āJust give me something. Anything. Hell, even a complaint about how much you hate being stuck with me. I know youāve got thoseā.
You glanced at him for just a split second, and that was your mistake. He was sprawled out, all lazy confidence, the towel still clinging low on his hips, the light from the TV casting faint shadows over his chest. The sight made your stomach twist, and you quickly looked away again, your cheeks burning.
āI donāt hate youā, you blurted out, immediately regretting it.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. āDonāt you now?ā. His smirk deepened, and he leaned in just slightly, the arm draped over the back of the couch brushing your shoulder. āCouldāve fooled me with the way you canāt even look at me half the timeā.
You swallowed hard, your fingers knotting into the hem of your dress. āI justā¦ā, you stammered, unsure how to explain without giving away too much. āYou make me nervousā.
Ben tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost curious. āNervous, huh?ā, he repeated, his voice quieter now, like he was mulling over the word. āWhy? You still think Iām gonna hurt you?ā.
āNoā, you said quickly, though the fear still lingered at the edges of your mind. āItās not thatā.
āThen what?ā, he asked, his tone deceptively gentle, but his gaze was sharp, unrelenting. āWhat is it about me thatās got you so wound up?ā.
You didnāt answer, couldnāt answer. Your silence only seemed to amuse him further. He let out a low chuckle, leaning back again, his fingers lightly drumming against the armrest.
āShit, Peanutā, he muttered, shaking his head. āYouāre like a puzzle I canāt quite figure out. Makes me want to push, see how far youāll bend before you breakā.
His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to keep your breathing steady, to keep your focus anywhere but on him. You didnāt know how much longer you could keep this up, this fragile pretense of calm, but you knew one thing for sure: he wasnāt going to let this go. Not tonight.
The tension in the room was suffocating, and you couldnāt take it anymore. Your hands trembled as you placed them on your thighs, pushing yourself up from the couch. āIā¦ I need some waterā, you mumbled, not daring to look at him. You didnāt wait for his responseāif he even had oneāand walked quickly toward the little kitchen tucked into the corner of the safe house.
Your footsteps felt too loud against the worn wooden floor, the tiny kitchen offering no real reprieve from his presence. You grabbed a glass from the cupboard, your fingers trembling slightly as you filled it from the tap. You told yourself the sound of running water would drown out the pounding of your heart, but it didnāt.
The quiet click of his footsteps behind you made you freeze.
āThirsty, huh?ā, Benās voice came from far too close, his tone casual but laced with that ever-present teasing edge. He was right behind you nowāyou could feel him, his heat radiating like a furnace, the space between you barely a breath.
āI just needed some spaceā, you said, your voice quiet and shaky, gripping the glass like it was a lifeline.
āSpace?ā, he echoed, like the word was foreign to him. You heard him shift, his hand brushing lightly against the counter as he leaned against it. āStill canāt handle being near me?ā.
You froze, the glass trembling slightly in your hands as you felt him step even closer. His body was right behind yours now, close enough that you could feel the faint brush of his chest against your back every time you shifted.
āYou look really pretty todayā, he murmured, his voice softer now, quieter, but no less unsettling. His words sent a shiver racing down your spine, and you gripped the glass tighter, your knuckles turning white.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against your hair, playing with a loose strand like it was the most natural thing in the world. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if he were testing your reaction.
āDidnāt think a little dress like that could make someone soā¦ā. He trailed off, his fingers gently tucking the strand behind your ear from behind, his touch warm against your skin. āSweet. You do surprise me, Peanutā.
Your heart pounded, your breath catching in your throat. āBen, pleaseā¦ā, you whispered, barely able to get the words out. You didnāt know what you were asking forāfor him to stop, to step back, to leave you aloneābut your voice carried the weight of your unease.
āOh c'mon nowā, he murmured, his tone dipping into that low, velvety register that always made your stomach twist. āIām just saying you look nice. No harm in that, right?ā.
His hand lingered for a moment longer, brushing lightly against your shoulder, before he stepped back just enough to give you a fraction of space. But it didnāt feel like enough. The air around you still felt heavy, charged with his presence.
āYou donāt take compliments well, do you?ā, he asked, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned casually against the counter. āWhatās so scary about me telling you youāre pretty?ā.
āNothingā, you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
Benās gaze dropped, shamelessly traveling down your body. You could feel it, the weight of his eyes lingering on your legs. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and you caught the faint movement out of the corner of your eye. It sent a fresh wave of heat through your face, your stomach twisting into knots.
āYou knowā, he murmured, his voice low and teasing, almost contemplative, āitās been quite a while for me.ā He leaned a little closer, his arm brushing lightly against yours as he rested it on the counter beside you. āAnd with you here, looking like that, acting all shy and innocentā¦ā.
He trailed off, his smirk widening as his gaze dragged back up to meet yours. āItās really hard for me, Peanutā.
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and your breath caught in your throat. Your grip tightened on the edge of the counter, your knuckles white as you fought to keep yourself grounded. āBen, stopā, you said softly, your voice barely audible, but there was a tremble in it you couldnāt hide.
āStop what?ā, he asked innocently, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. He wasnāt innocent, not even close. āIām just being honest. You donāt want me to lie, do you?ā.
You turned your head to look at him, your heart pounding as you met his gaze. His smirk was maddening, equal parts charming and infuriating, and the way he was looking at youālike he was sizing you up, deciding just how far he could pushāmade your pulse race for all the wrong reasons.
āIām notā¦ Iām not doing anythingā, you stammered, your words tumbling over themselves. āIām justāā.
āJust standing there, looking all sweet and prettyā, he interrupted, his tone playful. He straightened slightly, his height and presence towering over you as he leaned a little closer. āYou have no idea, do you? How hard you make it for me to keep my hands to myself?ā.
Your breath hitched, and you stepped back instinctively, the counter digging into your lower back as you put as much distance between you as you could in the small space. But he didnāt move closerāhe just stayed there, watching you, his smirk softening into something almostā¦ curious.
Benās smirk deepened as he watched you, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he was peeling back every layer of your defenses. āYou knowā, he murmured, his voice soft but still carrying that teasing edge, āI think you actually like me, Peanutā.
Your eyes widened at his words, and you shook your head quickly, your back pressing harder against the counter. āThatās not trueā, you said, your voice trembling with the effort to sound convincing.
But he didnāt seem fazed. If anything, your reaction only amused him more. His hand darted out, slow and deliberate, resting gently on your hip. It wasnāt forceful, wasnāt threateningāit was almost careful, like he was testing the waters, giving you a chance to stop him.
Your breath hitched, and your body tensed under his touch. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of your dress, the weight of his hand grounding you and overwhelming you all at once.
āYouāre not pushing me awayā, he said softly, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. His fingers flexed slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you he was there. āThatās gotta count for somethingā.
You opened your mouth to say something, to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but no words came out. You were frozen, caught in the weight of his gaze, the closeness of him, the way his presence consumed every inch of space around you.
His other hand came up slowly, brushing against a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. He tucked it behind your ear, his touch featherlight, his green eyes locking onto yours. āYou keep telling yourself youāre scared of meā, he murmured, his tone quiet, almost tender. āBut I think youāre scared of something elseā.
āBen, Iā¦ā. Your voice cracked, and you trailed off, your hands clutching the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping you upright.
āShhā, he whispered, his hand on your hip shifting just slightly, his thumb brushing against the curve of your waist. āYou donāt have to say anything, Peanut. Not if you donāt want toā.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was your uneven breathing, the faint hum of the refrigerator in the corner. His touch wasnāt rough or demanding, but it was firm, grounding, impossible to ignore.
And then, slowly, he leaned in, his face close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. āJustā¦ Push me away if you want me to stop. Promise I wonĀ“t be madā, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his lips so close to yours you could feel the ghost of their presence.
Your heart pounded, your mind racing with conflicting emotionsāfear, confusion, and something far more dangerous bubbling beneath the surface. You hated how much you craved his attention, hated how much his touch made your body betray you. But even as you stood there, frozen, his words echoed in your mind: Push me away.
Would you? Could you?
The choice was yours.
Bot you didnāt push him away. You stayed still, your breath hitching as Benās smirk deepened. He took your silence as permissionāor maybe just a challenge he was eager to win.
Without a word, his hands slid more firmly around your waist. Before you could even process what was happening, he lifted you effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. The glass of water slipped from your fingers, landing with a dull clink on the counter as he set you down atop it. The cool surface against the back of your thighs made you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him.
He stepped closer, pressing himself between your legs, his movements deliberate and unyielding. Your legs opened instinctively to accommodate him, the fabric of your dress sliding up as you shifted. The hem bunched high on your thighs, and your stomach dropped when you realized how exposed you were. The little triangle of fabric between your legs was on full display, and Benās gaze dropped to it immediately, his lips curling into a wolfish grin.
āWell, would you look at thatā, he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the faintest edge of amusement making it all the more dangerous. His hands trailed down to your knees, his thumbs brushing against the inside of your thighs, sending a shock of warmth through your body. āPeanut, youāve been holding out on meā.
You squirmed, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as if it could anchor you against the storm of his presence. āBenā¦ā, you whispered, your voice trembling, unsure if it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going.
āShhā, he said softly, his hands sliding higher, spreading your legs further apart. āI told you, Iām not gonna hurt youā.
But the way he looked at youāthe hunger in his eyes, the possessive way his hands claimed your bodyāmade your pulse race for entirely different reasons. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your neck as he pressed his hips against yours, his body firm and unyielding.
āYou have no ideaā, he whispered, his voice rough and thick with desire. āNo idea how hard itās been. Watching you, waiting for you to stop running, stop hiding. But nowā¦ā. His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. āNow Iāve got you right where I want youā.
Your heart pounded, your mind spinning as his hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration of your body. You hated how your body reacted to him, how the heat pooled low in your belly, how your breathing quickened despite yourself. Hated how much you wanted him, even when you knew you shouldnāt.
And Benāhe knew it, too. You could see it in his smirk, in the way his eyes burned with triumph. He was in control, and he knew it. You wanted him, and that he sure knew too.
Benās smirk deepened as his hands slid higher, his thumbs brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His touch was firm but not rough, as if he were savoring every moment. He leaned back slightly to get a better look, his eyes darkening as they locked onto the little triangle of fabric barely covering you.
āYou knowā, he murmured, his voice low and full of heat, āIāve been imagining this for weeks. But itās even better than I thoughtā.
You opened your mouth to respondāto say somethingābut the words caught in your throat once more as he hooked a finger under the fabric. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, a wicked gleam in his green eyes as he gave you - again - just enough time to stop him.
But you didnāt.
With a sharp, controlled movement, he ripped the delicate material apart, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the quiet kitchen. The force of it sent a jolt through your body, but it didnāt hurt. It was more of a shockāboth from the action itself and the way his eyes devoured the sight before him.
Your breath hitched as the ruined panties fell away, leaving you bare to him. His hands stilled for a moment, his gaze fixated on your glistening, perfectly shaven lips. A low growl rumbled in his throat, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your thighs.
āFuck peanutā, he muttered, his voice rough with desire. āLook at youā.
Benās grip on your thighs tightened as his eyes darkened, roaming over every inch of you like you were something he was about to own. He let out a low, gravelly chuckle, shaking his head with that familiar smirkācocky and unapologetically lewd.
āIs this what chicks are doing these days? All shaved, all fucking spotless?ā. His thumb traced lazily along your inner thigh, teasing just close enough to make you squirm. āIn the ā80s, everyone had a damn jungle down here. Didnāt matter who you were, movie star or some chick at a dive barāhair everywhere. But this?ā.
His thumb slid lower, brushing over the seam of your closed, glistening lips. The slickness made his touch effortless, his rough hands stark against your softness. āThis is a whole fucking upgradeā, he murmured, almost to himself, his tone filthy and raw. āSmooth as hellā¦ fuck Peanut, youāre like a fucking dreamā.
Benās eyes stayed glued between your legs, completely enthralled, like he was witnessing something unreal. The pad of his thumb pressed further, parting your slick lips with almost lazy confidence. He slid it down to your entrance, where he paused, testing the way your body reacted to him.
āFuck meā, he muttered under his breath, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. āYouāre soaked, Peanut. Look at this. Look at youā.
Your breath hitched audibly, your chest rising and falling as his thumb pressed lightly against your entrance, his other hand tightening its grip on your thigh to keep you exactly where he wanted you. His touch was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment.
āYouāre fucking perfectā, he murmured, half to himself.
Benās thumb dipped just barely inside you, and the moment he felt how tight you were, he froze. His breath hitched, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he pulled his hand back. His grip on your thigh tightened, grounding himself as he muttered under his breath, āNo fucking way. Not with my fingers. Iām not wasting this on anything but my dickā.
His green eyes flicked up to meet yours, filled with a dark hunger that sent a shiver racing down your spine. He took a deep breath, his smirk returning as he dragged his hands up the outside of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher as he went.
āYouāre something else, Peanutā, he growled, his voice thick and unapologetically filthy. āThis body, this tight little holeā¦ itās all mineā.
He grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it upward with slow, deliberate movements, giving you every chance to stop him. But you didnāt. Instead, you lifted your arms instinctively, your breath catching in your throat as you helped him pull the dress over your head. The fabric slipped away easily, pooling on the floor beside the counter, leaving you bare except for your trembling body beneath his gaze.
Ben stepped back slightly, just enough to take you in, his eyes roaming over every inch of your exposed skin with raw, unfiltered desire. He let out a low whistle, his lips curving into a grin that was both predatory and approving.
āYouāre even better than I imaginedā. His hands moved back to your waist, firm and possessive as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, positioning you exactly where he wanted you.
āYou donāt even realize, do you?ā, he muttered, his hands trailing over your hips, your stomach, your thighs, like he couldnāt get enough of touching you. āHow fucking perfect you are. How fucking lucky I amā.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, āI told you, Peanut. Youāre mine now. Every inch of youā.
With one swift motion, Ben pulled the towel from his hips and tossed it carelessly to the side, revealing himself fully. Your eyes widened the moment you saw himāhuge, heavy, and impossibly intimidating. A gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you instinctively pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him away.
But he didnāt budge.
Your heart raced, panic and uncertainty flooding your senses. You werenāt a virgin, but thisā¦ this was different. The sheer size of him made your stomach twist with both fear and something else you didnāt want to name.
āWhoa there, Peanutā, Ben murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eyes as he glanced down at himself, then back at you. āScared already? Thought you said you werenāt afraid of meā.
āI justā¦ā, you stammered, your palms pressing harder against his chest, but he didnāt move. He stood there, unyielding, his muscles firm under your touch as he watched you with that same maddening smirk.
āRelaxā, he said again, his tone dipping into that familiar mix of amusement and raw lust.
Your voice came out in a shaky whisper, your eyes wide and fixed on him. āThisā¦ this wonāt fit. No wayā.
Benās smirk deepened, the gleam in his eyes turning even more smug, like your fear only fed his ego. He let out a low chuckle, his broad chest rumbling under your trembling hands. āWonāt fit, huh?ā, he repeated, his tone dripping with amusement. āYou really think Iād let that stop me?ā.
Your breath hitched, your fingers curling slightly against his chest as you tried to pull back, but his hands on your hips held you firmly in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. āDonāt sell yourself short, Peanut. Youāll take it. You just need a littleā¦ encouragementā.
Your stomach twisted at his words, a mix of fear and heat flooding your senses. āBen, Iāā, you started, but he cut you off, his hands sliding slowly up your sides, strong and possessive.
āIāll make it fitā, he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence.
One of his hands moved between your bodies, and your breath hitched as he grabbed himself, his cock heavy and intimidating in his hand. His green eyes flicked up to yours briefly, watching your reaction.
āJust.. relax, Peanutā, he said softly, almost mockingly, as he positioned himself. āThis is gonna feel real good. Trust meā.
You bit your lip hard as you felt the tip of him slide through your slick lips, the slow, deliberate motion making your body jolt with unexpected pleasure. The contrast of his roughness and your softness was overwhelming, your hips twitching instinctively as his thick head dragged against you.
āFuckā, he muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on where your bodies touched. āYouāre already soaking for me. You feel that, Peanut? Thatās your body telling you it wants this. Wants meā.
A shaky whimper escaped your lips, and you hated yourself for the sound, for how much you wanted him. The warmth, the pressure, the way he movedāit was too much, too intense, too consuming.
Ben chuckled, his thumb brushing over your thigh as he kept guiding himself against you, letting his tip tease your entrance but not pushing in just yet. āLook at youā, he muttered. āAlready whining, and I havenāt even given you the real thing yetā.
You bit your lip harder, trying to stifle another whimper. His free hand slid up your side, gripping your waist possessively as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
āDonāt hold back now, Peanut", he growled. āI want to hear every little sound you make. Wanna know how much youāre feeling thisā.
The heat pooling low in your belly was unbearable, your body trembling as he continued his slow, torturous motions. He wasnāt even inside you yet, but the weight of him was enough to leave you breathless.
Benās cocky smirk softened just slightly as he began to nudge himself inside you, his movements surprisingly slow and deliberate. He pressed forward an inch at a time, giving you room to adjust to his size. His hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you steady as he worked himself in, his gaze locked on your face.
āFuck, Peanutā, he muttered under his breath, the usual arrogance in his tone giving way to something deeper, rougher. āTight as hell. I knew youād feel good, but this? Fuckā.
You winced at the stretch, your body instinctively tensing around him as he pushed in further. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and you couldnāt help the soft whimper that escaped your lips.
āShhā, he murmured, his voice low and almost soothing as he paused, letting you adjust. āI know, baby. Itās a lot. But youāre doing good. So fucking goodā.
Your hands gripped his forearms, your nails digging into his skin as he slid another inch deeper, the burn of the stretch making you gasp. āBenā, you whispered, your voice trembling, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
āIāve got youā, he said, his voice steady and firm, his thumbs rubbing small circles against your skin in a rare gesture of comfort. āYouāll get used to it. Just breatheā.
You tried to focus on his words, on the way he moved so slowly, giving you time to adjust to every inch of him. The stretch was still intense, still bordering on too much, but as he eased in further, your body began to relax, the pain giving way to a different kind of pressure.
āThatās itā, he murmured, his lips quirking into a small smirk as he watched you. āSee? I told you youād take it, Peanutā.
You couldnāt form a response, your breath hitching again as he pushed in another inch. He groaned softly, his head falling forward briefly, his self-control evident in the way his muscles tensed under your touch.
Your body trembled, the overwhelming fullness leaving you unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. He stayed still, his hands firm on your hips, his gaze softening just slightly as he gave you a moment to adjust.
āYouāre doing so good, Peanutā, he said, his voice low and almost gentle, though the hunger in his eyes hadnāt faded. āJust a little more, and then Iāll make you feel real fucking good. I promiseā.
Ben pushed in further, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out, his hips pressing flush against yours. The sheer fullness, the stretch, was almost too much, and a breathless moan escaped your lips, mixed with a high-pitched whine that you couldnāt suppress. The sound seemed to drive him wild.
āFuckā, Ben groaned, his head dropping forward to rest against your collarbone as his hands tightened on your hips. His breathing was ragged, and his entire body seemed to tense as he fought to keep himself in check. āYou feelā¦ Fuck, Peanut. Youāre so fucking tightā.
You trembled under him, your hands instinctively clutching his broad shoulders as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely. He was so big, stretching you to your limits, and every inch of him pressed against places you didnāt even know could feel like this.
āBenā, you whispered, your voice shaky, unsure if you were pleading for him to move or to give you more time to adjust.
āI know, babyā, he muttered, his voice gravelly and low, muffled against your skin. āI know. Justā¦ fuck, just give me a secondā. He groaned again, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through your chest, his hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
āYouāre perfectā, he murmured, lifting his head slightly to press his forehead against yours. His green eyes burned into yours, dark with lust and something deeper, something almost reverent. āFucking perfect. You donāt even know what youāre doing to meā.
You let out a shaky breath, your body slowly relaxing more around him as he stayed still, letting you adjust to the fullness. His hands moved to cradle your thighs, spreading you wider as he groaned softly again, his lips brushing against your jawline.
āBreathe, Peanutā, he said, his voice softening for a moment as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin. āJust breathe. Youāre taking me so damn wellā.
The praise sent a rush of warmth through your body, making you shiver against him. Slowly, he began to pull back just an inch, testing, watching your reaction with sharp, hungry eyes. The drag of him against your sensitive walls made your breath hitch, and his smirk returned as he groaned again.
āYeahā, he growled, his voice thick as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. āYouāre gonna love this, Peanut. Iāll make sure of itā.
Ben groaned deeply as he began to move, the drag of his length against your tight walls slow and deliberate. He pulled back just enough to make you feel every inch before sinking back in, his hips pressing flush against yours once more. The stretch still made you wince, but the intensity of the sensation was quickly mingling with something warmer, something almost unbearable.
āShitā, he muttered against your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. His lips grazed your skin, his teeth scraping lightly as he fought to keep his pace measured. āYouāre squeezing me so damn tight. Like you were fucking made for meā.
A breathless whimper escaped you as he thrust again, a little deeper, a little harder. The fullness was still overwhelming, but with every slow, calculated movement, your body started to adjust, to mold to him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying the way you clung to him.
Benās thrusts grew harder, his hips snapping into yours with more purpose, more force. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, raw and intimate, but you bit your lip, desperate to keep quiet.
But Ben noticed. Of course, he noticed.
āPeanutā, he growled, his voice low and commanding, roughened by pleasure. He angled his hips just slightly, hitting a spot that made your back arch involuntarily. āDonāt you fucking hold back on meā.
A soft whimper escaped you, and his smirk returned, wicked and dangerous. āThatās more like itā, he muttered, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he thrust again, harder this time. āI want to hear you. Every. Fucking. Soundā.
You clenched your teeth, your nails digging harder into his shoulders as you fought to keep quiet, but it was no use. His pace was relentless now, each movement deliberate, dragging pleasure and desperation out of you with every stroke.
āCāmon, babyā, he murmured, leaning in close, his lips brushing against your ear. āDonāt be shy. I want to hear how much you love this. Want to hear you beg me for moreā.
You shook your head weakly, trying to resist, but when he thrust again, deeper than before, a moan slipped past your lips, raw and unrestrained. Ben groaned in response, the sound rough and guttural as he rocked into you harder.
āFuck, thatās itā, he growled, his teeth scraping against your neck as he buried himself to the hilt again. āThatās the sound Iāve been waiting for. Knew you couldnāt stay quiet foreverā.
Your breath hitched as he moved faster, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hands moved up to grip your waist, holding you steady as he claimed every inch of you, his lips grazing your skin as he spoke again.
āYou feel that?ā, he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. āFeel how perfectly youāre taking me? That tight little body of yours was made for this, Peanut. Made for meā.
You couldnāt hold back anymore, your soft moans turning into desperate whimpers as he pushed you further and further. His words, his touch, the sheer intensity of himāit was too much, too overwhelming. And Benāhe soaked in every sound, every tremble, every gasp, his grin widening as he kept driving into you like he couldnāt get enough.
āThatās my girlā, he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your face as his eyes locked onto yours. āNow stop holding back and let me hear it allā.
Ben could feel itāthe way your body tightened around him, your walls fluttering as you approached the edge. His pace didnāt falter; if anything, it became sharper, more deliberate, each thrust angled perfectly to drive you closer to unraveling completely.
āYouāre close, arenāt you, Peanut?ā, he murmured. āI can feel it. Youāre squeezing me like you donāt wanna let goā.
You whimpered, your nails raking against his shoulders as the pressure in your core built to an unbearable intensity. Your head fell back, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps, but Ben wasnāt about to let you hide from him.
āUh-uhā, he said sharply, his hands gripping your hips harder as he slowed his thrusts just enough to regain your attention. āDonāt you fucking look awayā.
Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze hazy and unfocused as you tried to meet his. His green eyes burned with intensity, dark with hunger and something possessive that made your stomach twist. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours, his movements deliberate and unyielding as he pushed you closer and closer.
āWhen you comeā, he growled, his voice rough and commanding, āyou look at me, Peanut. Got it?ā.
You nodded weakly, unable to form words, your body trembling as you teetered on the edge. He thrust harder, deeper, his rhythm relentless now, each motion pulling soft cries from your lips that you couldnāt control.
āThatās itā, he muttered, his gaze locked on yours, unyielding. āThatās my girl. Let me see it. Let me see you fall apart for meā.
The final thrust sent you over the edge, your body clenching tightly around him as your release crashed through you. Your eyes locked onto his, your vision blurring with the intensity of it, and Ben groaned deeply, the sound rough and raw as he watched every second of your undoing.
āFuck, Peanutā, he muttered, his voice strained as your walls gripped him like a vice. āYouāre so fucking perfect like thisā.
Your body trembled as the waves of pleasure coursed through you, and even as you came undone beneath him, Ben didnāt stop. His movements slowed just enough to let you ride out your high, his hands firm and steady on your hips as he kept you exactly where he wanted you.
āFucking beautiful when you come. Told you Iād make you love thisā, he murmured, his smirk returning as he leaned in to brush his lips against your ear.
Ben wasnāt close to being done with youānot by a long shot. After a moment of catching his breath, he scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you to the couch and sitting down with you straddling his lap. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you as he eased you down onto him again. The stretch made your breath hitch all over again, but your body had already molded to him, making it easier this time.
āYouāre not done yet, Peanutā, he murmured, his voice low and smug, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. āNot until Iāve had my fillā.
You didnāt know how much more you could take, but your body responded on instinct, your arms wrapping around his neck as he thrust up into you, slow and steady. Every motion sent shivers through you, the pressure building again despite how spent you already felt. His hands roamed your body, gripping, caressing, holding you steady as he moved beneath you.
Time blurred. You lost count of how many times he made you comeāhow many times your body tensed, shook, and fell apart in his arms. Ben took his time, alternating between hard, commanding movements and surprising moments of gentleness, as though savoring every second. His voice was a constant in your ear, filthy and possessive, coaxing every moan, whimper, and gasp out of you like they belonged to him.
By the time you collapsed against his chest, your body spent and trembling, you couldnāt even think straight. Your breaths came in soft, shaky gasps, your cheek resting against his chest. Benās hands moved to your back, stroking gently now, his touch grounding as you slowly came down from the overwhelming high.
āShhā, he murmured, his voice softer now. āYouāre done, baby. Youāve earned your restā.
His arms wrapped around you, holding you securely against him as he leaned back into the couch. The tension in your body eased, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy, the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body lulling you into a daze.
Surprisingly, Ben didnāt push for more. He simply held you, his rough hands surprisingly gentle as they traced lazy circles on your back. His cocky smirk had softened into something almost content, his head resting against the back of the couch as he watched you drift off.
āGuess I wore you outā, he muttered, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he shifted slightly to make you more comfortable. āCanāt say I blame you, Peanut. You did goodā.
You didnāt respondācouldnāt respondāas sleep overtook you. Completely spent, your body went limp against him, your soft breaths warm against his skin as you passed out in his arms. And for once, Ben didnāt press or tease. He just stayed there, holding you close, his gaze lingering on you with something almost resembling pride.
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Got a Japanese grocery store near me. It IS kept very meticulously neat and orderly, but in a completely different way than what we usually see in the US ā the āflowā of foods breaks up differently I guess.
Even so, despite now living on the East coast where literally anything from Japan is easily three to six times the cost as it was in California, many foods are still much cheaper.
And thereās WAY more variety. If you ever wanted to know about 21 different types of edible seaweed, and how to use them, thatās the place to go, and they WONT bankrupt you like a health food store.
The exception is some snack foods and other imports ā but largely, the produce in that store actually comes from California; it often says so right on the boxes.
You see, the US has very weird food standards aesthetically, so we import a huge quantity of produce, and export the stuff thatās Ugly or that we just arenāt interested in.
But some of it stays here ā and goes principally to markets aimed at minorities.
SO if you actually want to support US agriculture AND get cheap groceries, do absolutely find an Asian or even Hispanic / pretty much any minority market/store. I grew up next to the latter, with a similar butcher shop across the street. It was often times the only way we even could afford produce and meat; neither store was pretty by US standards, but it was INFINITELY better than relying on the quite literally rotten food that came in the food boxes. At some point FREE just gets used as a convenient excuse to dump waste somewhere and make it someone elseās problem; and while we did need to rely on those boxes at times, you bet your ass we nickel and dimed our way into those produce markets and learned to make preserves, because nobody should have to eat f-ing rotting food. But that is another story for another day.
Point is you are doing a lot more good for a lot more people shopping in a store like that than feeding the corporate overlords.
(And for the record, when I say cheaper, which is not a term most Americans associate with Japanese anything, I mean it ā a bushel - that is about two pounds- of apples at Acme/safeway is like 4-6 bucks, so 2-3$ a pound. At this particular Japanese and sometimes Korean market, THE SAME APPLES are like 50c- 1.00 a pound, because Theyāre From The US and often are just not as pretty as ones youād buy elsewhere. Yeah, youāll have to cut around some nicks and bruises on that pear (and OMG do they have pears! Like 6 varieties!) but itās perfectly edible and delicious.
Same goes for herbs. Whole Foods is a freaking rip off selling fresh mint for 2 dollars for like 12 stems. The Japanese market? You can get an entire damn mint plant for that price. Dried spices are sold in bulk like at Winco, from hoppers with bags. You pay by weight, not brand. So you can in fact get more than 6 stamens of Saffron for the 9$ that freakinā McCormic sells that stuff. (You pay for the glass bottle more than anything).
The ONLY thing that makes this market unappealing to people: They put just about everything they can in Metric. Weights are sold by mg and kilo first; there are numbers that correlate to the respective pound /ounce on some things, and others are just in US imperial like the apples. But if you weigh the spices or pasta or anything like that, youāll be charged for the metric conversion. Which apparently upsets dumb people who donāt understand that a gram is far more precise than an ounce, and that it keeps them from losing stock too fast since theyāre pretty small fish ā itās owned by two people, and staffed by maybe 7 at a time. They donāt get priority on restock.
Anyway, small business grocery = best place to buy food
How to Shop at an Asian (or other ethnic) Grocery Store
Do you live in or near a city in the US?
Need to save some money on groceries?
Might I introduce you to... shopping at the local Asian grocery?
Asian grocery stores aimed at an Asian-American customer base almost always beat the prices of their western (or for-western) counterparts. Often by a significant amount, especially in categories like produce, meat, rice, and spices. Plus in addition to lower prices, you get the satisfaction of supporting a small, local business instead of a larger chain store.
(Note that a lot of this information applies to other ethnic grocery stores as well, but we're using Asian because they're common in many cities, and have particularly good prices on produce.)
But it can be a little bit of a learning curve when you first start to shop at them. This post will give you the information you need to navigate them.
So how do you find a good Asian grocery store?
First, go on google maps and search "grocery".
Note that you are NOT googling "Asian Grocery" or "Cheap Grocery". If you search "Asian Grocery" you will get results for Asian stores marketing toward a western audience, and because of this, will be neat, shiny, and very pricey. If you search "Cheap Grocery" you will get stores marketing themselves as cheap, which generally are only slightly less expensive than their "expensive" counterparts (think Aldi). Okay in a pinch, but you can do better.
Second, look at the pictures of all the stores you can easily get to.
Here's what you want: not a lot of printed ads, pictures of hand-written signs (especially in languages other than English), food in cardboard bins, and you want it to look kind of "junky". Bonus points if you can see prices listed in the pictures or the people shopping there are mostly older, ethnic women.
Third, If you couldn't find anything like this, go on your city's subreddit.
Search "cheap", "cheap grocery" and "expensive grocery". Why "expensive grocery"? Because you want to find people complaining about grocery prices, and you want to see the advice they get. Many times, that advice is Asian or ethnic grocery stores.
If you're still not getting anything, google "[city name] cheap grocery" and "[city name] expensive grocery" (see above). Scroll until you get to FORUMS discussing groceries in your city. You DO NOT want blogs or articles. Again, you're looking at the advice people are given when they complain about grocery prices.
One of the first questions people ask upon walking into an Asian grocery store of the type discussed in this post is:
"Is the food I'm getting here safe to eat?"
The answer is just as safe as anywhere else you might shop.
You're probably used to very clean, pretty, well-lit, well-organized stores. This will probably not be that, but it will be regulated by the same health department that regulates those stores. They are held to the same standards.
It's a lot of work to keep a store looking like a western consumer expects. It's a lot less work (and thus less money) to keep a store looking like an ethnic career housewife or grandmother expects. That is largely where the savings comes from.
What's a good deal at an Asian grocery?
Produce. You're probably used to things like onions and carrots being the cheapest per pound. Here it's going to be greens, apples, pears, radish, cabbage and maybe squash and sweet potatoes. Check unit prices and prepare to try some new things. Also a pound of greens is a LOT of greens. Keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that you might see a few pieces of produce that are bruised or have mold on them. That's okay. Just don't buy those pieces. The rest of the batch is probably fine. Wash produce when you get home if you're concerned, though you should be doing that anyway.
Rice and dry beans. If you like to buy in bulk, you're in luck. Don't expect to walk away with a pound or two of these. They come in 40lb packages. But if you tailor most of your meals around them, those meals will be cheap af. There are also lots of different types of specialty rice if you want to make your own sushi or mochi. Learn how to soak and sprout beans.
Tofu. Tofu is expensive when you buy it at a health food store. It is not when you buy it at an Asian grocery. It probably won't be in pretty packages, but again, cheap is not going to be super pretty.
Meat and fish. Meat is generally going to be cheaper here, though maybe not by as much as the produce is. Pork will probably be your cheapest option. You may also see cuts you don't normally see, like tongue, intestine, liver, kidneys, blood, etc... "Weird," however, does not automatically mean cheap in this context. Check unit prices and prepare to be adventurous. If you don't know what else to do with them, dried fish and animal organs make fantastic stock when boiled.
Spices. Again with the extremely large quantities here. But very inexpensive compared with their western counterparts.
Candy. This makes a great inexpensive gift if you need one, since the candy sold at these stores is fairly exotic for a western audience.
What isn't a good deal at an Asian grocery?
Dairy. This includes fresh milk, butter, cheese, etc... If they have it, it will be very expensive. Consider buying elsewhere.
Eggs. Again, this will probably be as expensive or more than the eggs you could get at a western supermarket.
Snacks. Pre-made items will be expensive in general, even though they may be tempting because they are different from what you are used to and you don't need to learn to cook a new thing. Do your best to avoid these and make your own if you can. If you can't, frozen pork or vegetable dumplings are probably your best bet for a quick meal.
Bread. It's pricey. A lot of Asian cuisines use rice, noodles, or buns for their starch instead of western-style bread. So if you can find it it will often be a novelty item.
What else do I need to know?
It's okay to be overwhelmed by new ingredients. Look up some YouTube videos on how to cook certain ingredients if you're not familiar with them.
These are not supermarkets. They sell food and sometimes the kitchenware (steamers, woks, chopsticks, etc...) needed to cook it. You will probably need to get your soap and household items somewhere else.
Pay in cash if you can. Most of these are very small businesses and paying them cash makes it so they don't need to pay credit card fees. At the very least, make the minimum purchase before paying with a card.
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SVT simping
Requested? Yes!Ā
Request: 'Can you do svt simping for you?'
Seungcheol
So obvious. At some point, he wonāt even try to deny or hide it. Unabashedly into you and will say it to your face and anyone elseās, even if he flushes a little when he does. He pouts and sulks for literally everyone else, but it will be doubled with you. Really just wants all of your attention 24/7 even if heās sometimes too proud to say so. Please simp back.Ā
Jeonghan
Iām sorry, but you will never catch him simping. Heās too smooth for that. Itās all smug looks and cool exteriors when heās around you. But if only anyone knew that he has notifications on for all of your socials when you post. Or has set his phone to vibrate or ring differently when itās you that reaches out to him so heās sure not to miss it. Or knows your phone number by heart in case something ever happens to his phone and he loses it. Will firmly deny any of these simping allegations if theyāre brought to his attention.Ā
Joshua
Have you ever opened a door for yourself? Or pulled your own chair out? Or buckled your own seatbelt? I know, I know, heās truly just a gentleman, but he works overtime on it when it comes to you. I donāt think anyone can even make fun of him for it because he wouldnāt pay attention to any teasing anyway. Heās way too busy seeing what you need next.Ā
Jun
Does not hear anyone else when youāre talking in a conversation. In fact, gets a little irritated if someone else is talking too long and keeping him from hearing your voice. Will absolutely not be subtle when he turns to you and goes, āoh well, anyway, what were you saying?ā Just to make it your turn again.Ā
Hoshi
The opposite of Jun. Sometimes does not hear a word you say. His eyes glaze over, too busy looking at your features. He really, really tries sometimes to listen, but if he gets distracted a lot of the noise is muffled by his own internal screaming of āwhat do you mean theyāre talking to me?? What do you mean theyāre mine???ā Down bad.Ā
Wonwoo
Ooo talk about preferential treatment. I have this image that Mingyu could ask him to go do something with him and heāll flat out say no, but five minutes later you ask him to do the very same thing and heāll get a little heart-eyed and say sure. Makes Mingyuās head explode and the whole group chat will know just how down bad Wonu is, but heās totally unfazed by it.Ā
Woozi
No one will ever know if itās in a public facet. Super private about it, but in said private setting, someone might witness him babying you and waiting on you, calling you sweet nicknames, all with a super cheesy smile. It really warms his group members hearts if they ever see it so theyāll never say anything bad about it. Plus, theyāre scared of him soā¦
DK
There was never any doubt that he was a simp. Might as well tell you, āIām a simpā. Glued to your side and hooked on your every word. If his group members, or even you, say something about it, heāll smile and nod, going āuh huh. What about it?ā Permanent heart eyes.Ā
Mingyu
Might try to be strong, but will fail miserably. Might try to deny the simping allegations from his group members and might even pout about it, because he is not a simp!!! But then you call or come up to him and say āMingyu, can you help me with this?ā And heās flying out of his seat. Really, all you have to do is need him and heās folding, accepting any teasing that is most certainly coming his way.Ā
Minghao
Another subtle one, but itās still definitely there. Itās in how he chooses to spend his free time with you instead of by himself or with his group members and other friends. But the dead giveaway is how he looks at you when you talk. You know how Jeonghan might get a little gaslighty sometimes? Minghao will definitely take a page out of his book, saying āI have no idea what youāre talking about, itās rude to not look at someone when they talk.ā Super soft about you and tries to be super secretive about it.Ā
Seungkwan
It is so obvious with how he lets you get away with anything. Did something embarrassing? He will eventually let you live it down. Call him when he is busy? Acts irritated and is far from it. You cheat at a game with Jeonghan? Heās not even that mad because you look happy to have won, albeit unfairly. The members will call him out for it sometimes and heāll turn his wrath to them instead. They will never get away with anything if they directly address his simping behavior.Ā
Vernon
Now I think he might like a pretty significant amount of alone time. So itās a huge sign for his group members when he spends most of that time usually reserved for alone time with you instead. Itās the days off that heāll spend sun up to sun down with you doing whatever. Or the late night phone calls that last hours while he wears a bit of a dopey smile. If his group members call him a simp, heāll shrug and say okay. Totally unbothered to be that.Ā
Chan
Totally obvious by how he never lets you breathe. Constantly drowning you in physical affection and compliments. Will look a little faint if you ever seem shy about any of this, but especially if you dish it out as well. I know I said this earlier, but please simp back. It would annoy his group members so much!!!
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Thinking about Vampire Tim AU and him saving Bruce via turning.
None of the Drakes are actually Vampires, at least not permanently. It was a very strange instance that occurred out of pure chance and coincidence.
A pregnant Janet Drake in a foreign country having a run in with a starving vampire rouge that bite her just a few days before she gave birth.
Instead of the curse spreading to her, the labour of her child pushed and the spreading of lifeform spread to her baby as it was born. The child looked healthy, had no inhuman features, and they assumed her being so sick was simply the fact she was about to give birth.
Tim doesnāt realise what he is for a while purely because his parents are vegan and, until he was seven and had some beef from a classmates lunch, hadnāt had any blood enter his mouth.
Having to teach himself everything, Tim learned to manage both his hunger and abilities as quickly as he could. He studied history and mythos and did several test to figure out the limits to what he needed and could do.
He learnt that he could heal via blood, that he could go without air for days, and that his hearing was normal though his sense of smell was enough to distinguish blood types.
He learn that he could go two weeks without blood before it became a problem, but if he pushed it past three weeks he would start to experience literally decay.
Tim disconcerted his saving grace was that the hunger wasnāt as uncontrollable as people made it out to be in movies and books. At most, it was just like normal human hunger or thirst, and he was aware there was a huge variable in him being raised rather poorly.
He keeps it hidden for years, but then when heās nineteen Bruce dies.
Not Batman, Bruce.
They got in a car crash of all things, the other drive running after they drove them off the road on the extremely rare instance that Alfred wasnāt driving.
Tim watched the tree branch in his foster fatherās chest for several minutes as he thought about his options. Bruce was dead upon impact, gone with only the last wisps of life hanging to him.
Bruce was a father.
Batman was needed.
Even though it would out what he was, Tim forced his several sharp teeth out, all needle sharp and long enough his jaw had to unhinge slightly, and bit into his own wrist. The fangs, an inch long each, dug into his skin painfully before moving to dig into each of Bruceās wrist and then finally his neck.
Tim smeared the blood into all three wounds and then squeezed as much as he could into Bruceās mouth.
He had no idea how he knew what to do, trusting the instinct the curse seemed to justā¦ give him.
When Bruce begins to breath again, Clark finally shows up. Itās been a total of eleven minutes and Tim only realises that the other took so long because he had been off planet, yet he is grateful because if he had been thereā¦
Tim instructs Clark on how to cover up the scene, removing the cars and getting Bruce to the cave.
Dick is freaking out, worrying over his brothers ripped clothes and Bruceās clear injuries, but Tim is quiet.
He takes Bruceās medical cot and leads them both into a containment cell and then seals it, implementing his own lock as well as one of Bruceās so no one can open it. He can hear someone banging on the glass a few times but he ignores it to stand over his fatherās side and wait for him to wake up.
Naturally, when the older man does heās panicked and screening Timās name.
Tim smiles at him sadly before taking hold of his hand, which Bruce immediately process as wrong.
āWhy arenāt I dead?ā
Smile growing sadder before fading to an almost formal look, Tim squeezed his hand before pulling away.
āI know youāve had your suspicions and I thank you for trusting me regardless, but you are right. Iām not human Bruce, and nowā¦ you arenāt either.ā
He lets the worlds settle for just a moment before continuing, knowing the other will want all the information he can. Theyāre both so similar in that way.
āI was born a vampire, I will always be a vampire. I will explain that all to you soon, but what you need to know is this: you do not need to drink human blood, you will not loose control over your thirst if you allow me to train you, and yes I had no choice. Gotham needs Batman and I-ā¦ I need my father. I will not apologise for my selfishness, but I am sorry you have to be like me.ā
Bruce is quiet but he doesnāt move to kick Tim out, nor does he shout at him or cry in betrayal.
Heās surprised, but not more than Tim had ever seen before.
Itās almost an hour of silence between them before Bruce speaks again, āYouā¦ you are actually nineteen?ā
Tim scoffs and Bruce glares, which makes Tim smile more, āI am. My body will age until around twenty five, at least thatās my hypothesis. If you are turned you stay the age you were, but I was born.ā
Bruce nods and after a moment reaches out for his sonās hand.
Another silence before he squeezes it, āHave you told the others aboutā¦ this change?ā
Tim winces, āI tried to keep us separated because I knew you would worry for hurting someone, but I knew Damian would break in if he couldnāt listen soā¦ā
āAh. Understood.ā
Then, in another rare instance that Tim thought he wouldnāt see for at least another few years, Bruce opens his arms to him for a hug.
Naturally, Tim crumbles into his fatherās arms and sobs louder than a war drum.
Bruce kisses his head and holds him tight, a vampire embrace.
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for the hope of it all | parts i-iii
pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you
summary: you've been in love with beomgyu since the first time you saw him, but he sees you as nothing more than a good friend and faithful wingwoman. when he asks you to help him catch another girl, who just so happens to be one of your closest friends, things get complicated.
genre: ANGST, melodrama, romance, smut (mdni), fluff at the end
warnings: smut (mdni), beomgyu is a fucking asshole but he gets better, manipulative!gyu, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (vaginal), oral (f. receiving), dom!gyu, dirty talk, praise, if i missed anything lmk!
word count: 18.7k
notes: ... hi. literally nobody asked for this, but i realized that part 2 of this work didn't even show up in the tags, so i decided to compile all of the previous parts as well as the ending together. hopefully, you all enjoy this. i'm still struggling, but i pray you all still like it even if it's not me at my best. feedback is always appreciated :) thank you!
part i: august
beomgyu really likes her ā like, reallyā and who can blame him? you certainly canāt. chaewon is a lovely, lovely girl, so it should come as no surprise when beomgyu asks you to, in his words, help him bag her. youāre not one with a particularly strong character at the best of times, so when he practically begs you to convince one of your closest friends that heās actually not the heartbreaking manwhore he definitely is, you canāt find it in yourself to say no.
it doesn't help that he has enough charisma to charm even the most indifferent target he sets his eyes on, it doesn't help that he's so handsome it makes everyone either want him or want to be him, and it most certainly doesn't help that you've been in love with the boy for the entire time that you've known him. him asking absolutely anything of you would result in you relenting, so when he asks for something as seemingly inconsequential as setting him up with a mutual friend, accepting it is a matter of course. does it hurt your heart to see him pining after someone else when you basically consider him as your soulmate? of course. but his happiness means more to you than your own. if she makes him happy, then so be it.
that's what you tell yourself, at least.
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beomgyu doesnāt know that you love him ā he canāt possibly know ā or else heād treat you differently, right? you donāt want that. you donāt want anything to change, at least not in the disastrous way you anticipate confessing your love to him would go, so youāve kept your feelings close to your chest to keep him from suspecting anything. you think youāve gotten pretty good at concealing your feelings. for example, you laugh when he tells you about his sexual escapades, and you donāt hesitate to give him advice on how to woo the girls who are wary of his lasciviousness. you only want to show him the good parts of you, carefully tucking any ugly seeds of jealousy or sadness away from his prying eyes.
the thing is, though, beomgyu is not stupid; and to your never-ending misery, you are not the greatest actress. he can see the crestfallen look on your face for the split second before you can contort your features into a smile. he can hear the tremble in your voice as you force out a laugh. with his godforsaken intuition, he can sense the hesitation in your movement when you playfully push him aside as he over-dramatically recounts his latest raunchy fuck.Ā
all of this has no discernible consequence, though. if anything, your feelings have been his faithful friend and ally when it comes to conspiring with you to land whatever girl piques his interest at the moment. you may not be a prospective partner, but you are a great wingwoman, heāll give you that much. and thatās exactly what he needs when dealing with chaewon, who has proven to be a particularly tough nut to crack. he doesnāt usually go for people he would consider friends, if only because he doesnāt like dealing with the messy aftermath, but her refusal to look his way is just too entertaining. he has no earthly idea why this cat and mouse game intrigues him the way it does, but heās hooked like none other, especially because her reasons for pulling away when sheās definitely as attracted to him as he is to her are unclear. maybe she just doesnāt want to seem easy? whatever it is, he likes it. he likes her.
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āso what's the plan?ā soobin asks.Ā
āwhat do you mean?ā you blink as you turn towards him, effectively taken out of your daze. you've been staring at a new instagram picture of beomgyu for at least ten minutes now. there's not much going on in it ā it's just a candid taehyun took of him ā but you can't stop the yearning you feel in your heart as you wish you had been the one to take it, instead.
āi mean, what's your big plan to āhelpā him this time?ā thereās a trace of resentment in his tone as he puts air quotes around āhelpā. you know he thinks you're just wasting your time on a boy who will never feel the same way you do, but what can you do? you still love him.
āiāmā¦ iām just going to talk him up to chae, no big deal,ā you say rather unconvincingly, because it is a big deal. itās the biggest deal in the world to you.
āand what are you gonna say? āhey, i know you know beomgyu is garbage, but deep down, heās actually not garbage even though, even deeper down, he really is?āā his words are sarcastic and, for lack of a better term, downright hateful.Ā
āheās not garbage, binnie,ā you chastise. āheās actually really sweet once you get to know him.ā
āsweet? sweet how, exactly?ā he sneers. you just sigh and shake your head. beomgyu is a frequent point of contention in your friendship with soobin, but you donāt know how to overcome it. mostly, arguments surrounding him devolve into conversations like the one youāre having right now.Ā
āhe puts on a tough act, but heās not really like that on the inside,ā you insist. āyou just donāt know him like i do.ā
āand thank god for that,ā he snorts, and you frown. you can tell he feels guilty by the way his expression immediately softens.Ā
āhey, iām sorry,ā he says, tucking your hair behind your ear. āi just donāt like to see you hurting.ā
āiām not hurting,ā you lie. āiām totally fine. itās justā¦ i just want to see him happy.ā you actually do mean that last part. beomgyu, though seemingly carefree, is actually a lot more insecure and sensitive than one might think. you know this because heās shown you that side of him many, many times, which must mean that he trusts you like no one else. you are honored to be the one he feels comfortable with, and even if it never amounts to anything more than that, youāre thankful you get to see how he really is.Ā
āand you think being with a new girl every week will make him happy?ā he softly asks, no edge to his voice, but his words hurt even more than they did before.
āit's different this time, binnie. i'm serious. i've never seen him like this before. i think he really likes her.ā and the words almost kill you to say, but you mean them, anyway.Ā
āokay,ā he relents. ājust do what you want to do. iāll be there for you no matter what.āĀ
āthank you,ā you reply with a small smile, before putting your nose back into your phone and staring at beomgyuās pictures again. you donāt catch it, but soobin sighs as he watches you.Ā
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youāve been trying really, really hard. usually, all you have to do is talk about good points about beomgyu, and women fall for it hook, line, and sinker. chaewon is not most women, though, and she makes that abundantly clear with the polite smiles and airy laughs she gives you when you try to bring up beomgyu.Ā
you don't get it. if you had beomgyuās attention, youād never let it go, so it makes no sense to you how someone could have it without taking the opportunity to seize it. if it were you, youād seize it. if it were you, you'd tell him youāve loved him since the first time you saw him. if it were you ā well, it doesn't really matter, does it? because it isn't you. still, you canāt help but dream.
the sentiment that it will never be you becomes clearer and clearer as you watch beomgyu try to initiate conversation with chaewon at his very own house party you are currently attending. you watch from the sidelines as they sit uncomfortably close together, legs flush against one another, as beomgyu wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in to whisper in her ear. you like to think youāre content with him being with her even if it means youāll be without him, but itās difficult to feel that way when you actually see it playing out before you. your heart feels like stone weighing heavily in your chest as she giggles at whatever he says, and you think that things might start looking up for him before her smile suddenly melts into a little frown.Ā
without warning, she pries his arm off of her and gives him a perfunctory smile before standing up and smoothing out her skirt. then, she grabs her drink from the coffee table and he's left alone. his previously delighted expression is now filled with irritation and disappointment. you're still staring at him, just trying to get a read on the situation as you're left reeling, and before you know it, he's looking up at you. you're a little embarrassed at being caught, but you realize you can play your intrigue off as objectively analyzing the situation in order to help him better. surely heāll fall for that, right? every time you say something similar, he buys it with no further questions.
he makes eye contact with you then nods towards his room as a silent plea to talk to him in private. if someone were to ask you how youāre able to deduce all of that from one look alone, youād probably say itās because you know beomgyu like the back of your hand ā and maybe you do, but itās like a subconsciously trained reaction more than anything. just as you know what beomgyu will do next, he knows youāll understand his seemingly innocuous gestures.Ā
you head up the stairs and beomgyu shuts his bedroom door behind you. you prepare to launch into your readymade explanation as to why you were rubbernecking earlier, but he speaks before you can say anything at all.
āwhy isnāt it working?ā he huffs. ādid you talk to her like i asked you to?ā
āyes, of course i did!ā you eagerly insist. you would never lie to beomgyu ā well, not about this, at least. your secret feelings are another story.Ā
āthen why does she keep rejecting me?ā he huffs. you wish you could answer him. truly, you do. you scramble for the right words, but you sincerely can't wrap your head around her logic, or lack thereof.Ā
heās still waiting for an answer, though, so you think back to the recent conversations youāve had with soobin, and you realize thereās only one plausible conclusion.Ā
āshe just doesnāt know you enough, beoms. if she knew how you really are and how much you like her, she wouldn't act this way; but honestly, she probably thinks youāre just messing with her,ā you explain, and you hope beyond hope that he doesnāt take it the wrong way. you donāt want to hurt his feelings by suggesting that his (newly) former playboy ways could be ruining his chances with her.
beomgyuās feelings, of course, are not hurt. in fact, he just feels more annoyed than anything else. itās really fucking irritating how he canāt seem to get a read on her or her intentions. she likes him, he can definitely tell, so whatās the problem with him having a messy past? itās clear that it doesnāt bother you. well, it does, but in a different way. youād forgive his previous transgressions in a heartbeat if it meant that heād look your way, so why canāt she be the same? but then, he supposes that comparing someone as lovesick as you are to a normal girl is a bit unfair.Ā
but why are you so lovesick? itās obvious that heās handsome and funny, so falling for him is only natural, but your devotion is on another level. not only that, but youāre devoted in spite of the fact that he clearly wants nothing to do with you. in all honesty, itās almost like you love him even more when you see him chasing after somebody else... then suddenly, the solution is clear. he has to make her think he doesnāt want her; and the easiest way to do that is to pretend heās interested in someone else. in the same vein, who better else to pretend with than one of chaewonās closest friends? youāre absolutely perfect for the job.
beomgyuās demeanor goes from irritated to self-satisfied, and it puzzles you to no end. maybe he figured out a way to show his true feelings for her? but then why is he looking at you with such intensity? heās never looked at you this way in the many years that youāve known him. wait, did he realize something?Ā please, god, donāt let that be the case. you really donāt think you can ā
and your train of thought is stopped when beomgyu strides over to you and locks the door behind you. you look up at him with confusion in your eyes before you finally register what that intense gaze of his really is: predatory.
suddenly, his lips are on yours and youāre holding back a squeal. your eyes widen as he cups his big hands around your cheeks and pulls you in even closer. he tastes like alcohol, which is to be expected, but there's a certain uniqueness to his taste that you can't really put into words; and youāre able to taste it even more as his tongue enters your mouth. you groan at the action, and surprisingly, he does, too.Ā
you always assumed kissing beomgyu would make you feel like everything was finally right in the world, and it does ā it really, sincerely does ā but thereās also a certain spark you were not anticipating. something a lot more fiery, and it shoots straight to your core as your tongues tangle together lasciviously. beomgyu seems to know this, and he smirks into the kiss before trailing his warm mouth down your neck. you gasp at the sensation, which just makes him laugh.Ā
his hands have traveled from your cheeks to your chest, one staying there to grab at your tits while the other one carelessly finds its way up your skirt.Ā
āso wet,ā he whispers in awe when he rubs his fingers against your soaked panties. āis this all because of me?ā you feel your cheeks warm and youāre stammering out your next words.
āw-well, i āāĀ
āis this all because of me?ā he repeats, and you give him a feeble nod before covering your face in shame.
ācute,ā he snickers, and your previously warm cheeks are now scorching to the touch.Ā
he moves your panties to the side and rubs against your sensitive clit, which sends pulsations through your entire body, but thatās nothing in comparison to how you feel when he presses a finger into your dripping hole.Ā
āyouāre so tight,ā he whispers, lust clearly written all over his face at the prospect of being in your pussy relatively soon; but he wants to enjoy this, he wants to enjoy the way your face screws up as he presses his finger so deep, heās hitting places previously untouched. he slowly pulls it out, grazing your most sensitive spot with ease before adding another digit in, making you almost groan from the stretch. you bite your lip to avoid making such a sound, but beomgyu pays your attempted discretion no mind as he starts to hammer his fingers into you at a brutal pace.Ā
it doesnāt take long for you to come undone around his skilled fingers, and once youāre done pulsating around him, he takes them out for a taste.Ā
āso good,ā he remarks, and though your breathing is heavy and your eyes are hazy, you still have it in you to feel embarrassed. he takes your smaller hand in his and leads you to his messy bed, carelessly sweeping every loose item ā a t-shirt here, an old cd there ā off of it in one go. he lays you down and hungrily licks his lips once he strips you down until youāre fully unclothed.Ā
youāre feeling extremely small in this moment. you know beomgyu has had his pick of the litter when it comes to women, so you canāt help but wonder how you fare in comparison to the literal bombshells heās been known to take home. mostly, though, you wonder how you compare to chaewon, as awful as that sounds. if you really think about it, thereās no comparison to be made, really. sheās her, and youāre you. what else is there to say, honestly? still, youāre comforted by the thought that you are the one underneath him right now, not her, and he does not seem disappointed in the slightest if the tent in his jeans means anything at all.
before you can think too much about it, heās practically tearing his shirt off and you canāt help but stare. his torso is lean and a little paler than the rest of him, probably due to the lack of sun. objectively speaking, heās no greek god or anything similar, but to you, heās the most beautiful thing youāve ever seen. if he notices your awed reaction, he doesnāt say anything or really care, because he is simply too busy studying how perfect you seem to look under his dimmed lights. again, he is delighted at the prospect of being inside of you very soon.
he unzips his jeans and slides them, along with his boxers, off of his slim thighs and you can finally see him completely. his cock is a red so deep itās nearly purple, with evidence of his lust leaking out of its flared tip. youāve heard a lot about beomgyuās physique from stories, his and his hookupsā alike, but nothing prepared you for the real thing. youāre not a virgin or anything, but youāre still unsure of how youāre meant to fit him inside of you. and you have no idea how youāre supposed to approach the subject.Ā
beomgyu does not seem to understand your internal battle, though, because he wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance. before he pushes in, though, he drags his cock along your soaking wet seam just to coat himself in your slick. when he feels he canāt take any more of his own teasing, he begins to push in.
āj-jesus christ!ā he exclaims as he tries to push his tip through your entrance. āare you a virgin or some shit?ā
ānngh ā n-no! i-iām not. iāve ā mmh ā iāve had boyfriends before,ā you say as best as you can while dealing with the feeling of him literally fucking you open. youāre worried heās not enjoying himself in light of his outburst and his decidedly strained expression.Ā
āgod, s-so tight,ā he drawls. āfeels so goddamn good.ā he draws his hips back before pushing in again, further this time, and his words of praise seem to comfort you somehow, because heās able to sheathe himself completely in you.Ā
he groans when he feels your gummy walls wildly contracting around him ā unsure of what to do with the pleasurable intrusion and working tirelessly to simultaneously push him out and pull him in. you, on the other hand, feel nothing but full. youāre so full you ache, so after a few moments of adjusting, your watery eyes are filled with an insatiable sense of pleading.Ā
āyou okay?ā he asks, actually somewhat sweetly.
āy-yes ā ah ā i just feel w-weird,ā you say. āfeel so ā fuck ā full.ā your seemingly innocent words drive him to the brink of insanity, so with reddened eyes, he grabs your hips so hard, you know heāll leave marks in his wake, and without warning he begins drilling into you.
his thrusts are not calculated or intentional in any sense ā theyāre rough and fast and show his desperation. why heās so desperate, he has no idea. beomgyu is sleazy even on a good day, so women come a dime a dozen, but he feels an unquenchable need he feels will only be satisfied if he continues to fuck you like a man gone mad. so he does.
your breasts bounce with every thrust and while he wants to grab one, his thirst only makes him want to go even deeper in you, so he employs his hands to manhandling you into a mating press. the new position has him going even deeper, and you can feel him hitting your cervix with each nasty snap of his hips. tears at the sheer feeling of being overwhelmed spring in your eyes and you have to clamp your hand over your lips to keep from crying out.
ālet me hear you,ā he pleads while gently moving your hand from your mouth and not-so-gently fucking you like a breeding whore, and heās not sure if heās saying it because he wants to make sure chaewon hears or just because he desperately wants to hear you for himself.Ā
āfuck!ā you exclaim, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. ās-so big!ā
āoh, sweetheart,ā he rambles, āwho were you fucking before? they didnāt deserve this tight little pussy. they didnāt fuck you like you deserve to be fucked ā like a good little whore.āĀ
āām n-not a whore,ā you tearily insist, somehow convinced that he means his words. youāre not completely inexperienced, but youāre not a whore, right?
but your innocence only makes him wanna ruin you more, claim you completely.Ā
āyouāre taking cock so well, but you wanna tell me youāre not a whore?ā he snickers meanly, and you feel so delirious, you find yourself agreeing with what he says.Ā
the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and the sharp knocking of the headboard fill the room, and the heat you feel building up inside of you has you seeing stars. beomgyu pulls you in for a sloppy, wet kiss as he finally lets one of your legs down in order to snake his hand against your clit, which he languidly rolls in the midst of his pistoning in and out of you.Ā
āare you gonna come for me?ā he asks as his lips part from yours. āare you gonna come all over my cock?āĀ
āy-yes, please,ā you sob. āwanna come!ā
āthen do it, baby. let go for me,ā and with the way heās rolling your clit while fucking into you, you canāt help but comply.
he hisses when he feels you contracting around him, tightening up even more than before and pulling him in impossibly deeper. thatās all it takes, really, before he comes undone himself and sprays his thick, hot load into your spasming pussy.Ā
he collapses on top of you, and both of you take a few moments just to catch your breath before he pulls out of you with a wince. heās absolutely enthralled by the way the mix of both of you twoās cum leaks out of you as soon as he does so. heās almost tempted to swirl it back in and plug you up, but his rational side stops him before he can do anything heāll regret.Ā
āare you on the pill?ā he asks, and you nod.
āgood, go ahead and get a plan b, too. just in case,ā he says with a quick kiss to your forehead, and you nod with a delirious smile even in spite of his pedantic words. youāre just so happy you got to sleep with him, be closer to him.
āoh, i almost forgot to actually tell you,ā he laughs. āi think fucking you will make chaewon jealous. i think we put on a pretty good show tonight, donāt you?āĀ
and your heart and your hope and your dignity shatter like nothing else.Ā
āy-yeah,ā you try to reply with a laugh, but it sounds more forced than anything else youāve ever heard in your life. āit was a really good show.ā
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āyou slept with him?!ā soobin asks, and he seems beyond frustrated. if you had the guts to look him in his eyes, though, youād notice just how much hurt is in them.Ā
āy-yeahā¦ā you mumble, face downcast.
āwhy? why would you do that? youāre just going to be even more hurt!ā he exclaims, and you shrink into yourself even more, not out of fear, but out of pure shame.Ā
āi donāt know! it all just happened so fast, a-and i, i donāt know, i just couldnāt stop myself,ā is all you manage to say. soobin groans at your words.Ā
āyou do realize that getting over him is going to be even harder for you now, right?ā he asks, and you finally look up at him for a second before looking back down and nodding, and itās almost like youāre a child who got caught doing something they knew was wrong.
āi know, and iām sorry,ā you mutter, still struggling to make eye contact, but soobin catches your timidity and his gaze is softened as he pulls your face up to look at him.Ā
āyou donāt have to apologize to me,ā he sighs. āiām just worried about you, you know?āĀ
āi know, i know. but iām still really sorry.ā and you donāt have to elaborate on why that is because you both know that heāll be the one helping you pick up the pieces when this situation inevitably breaks your heart even more than itās already broken, if thatās even possible.
āitās alright,ā he says, pulling you in for a hug thatās so warm and kind you almost burst into tears. āyouāll be alright. iām here.āĀ
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this is a bad idea. soobin would yell at you if you told him what youāre up to, but you donāt want to think about that right now. all you want to think about is how much better youāll feel after you get your secret feelings off of your chest. up until now, the fear of rejection has made you too afraid to tell beomgyu how you really feel, but things canāt get much worse than they are at present, can they? itās only been a few days since your hookup with beomgyu, but your love is eating you alive and you doubt that youāll be able to hold it in for much longer.
things will probably go badly, and heāll probably be completely blindsided, but the thought of continuing to lie to beomgyuās face hurts more than anything else ever could. even more than the pain you feel every day that he unconsciously hurts your feelings. maybe this will ruin your friendship, but you love beomgyu, and he loves you, even if itās not in the way that you want. all you can do is hope that your friendship is strong enough to overcome this.
with that mindset, you find yourself at his doorstep on this particularly cool summer night. you know heās home because you can hear the faint sounds of whatever movie heās watching emanating from his door. before you can lose your nerve, you begin to rapidly knock. before long, you hear the shuffling of feet nearing you, and you almost bolt then and there, but heās quick to open the door when he realizes itās just you.
āwhat are you doing here?ā he asks, agitation apparent. oh god, were you interrupting something? what if he was working? what if he was sleeping? you should've texted before just showing up unannounced.Ā
āi-iām sorry, are you busy?ā you ask sheepishly.
ā... no,ā he says after a slight pause, and he opens the door to let you in. you sit yourself on his couch, posture ramrod straight due to how fucking uncomfortable you are, and you try to steady your breathing as you fiddle with your fingers.Ā
āis this about chaewon?ā he asks, breaking the silence, and your heart aches at the trace of hope in his words.
ān-no, nothing like that. i just āā
āis there any update on that?ā he cuts in before you can even get your words out.
āoh, um, not really,ā you reply before remembering that something has happened, but youāve been so out of it, it genuinely didn't occur to you to tell him. āwait, actually, she mentioned that you seem different lately, but she, uh, sheās stillā¦ well, to be honest, sheās āāĀ
āwhat? sheās still what?ā and thereās no patience for your rambling to be seen.
āsheās still not interested in dating you,ā you mumble, unable to look him in the eyes when you say it. heās completely silent after your words, and when you do finally gather enough guts to actually look at him, you really, really wish you had just kept your face down. because heās pissed.Ā
āare you fucking with me? she really said that?ā he asks, and you nod.Ā
āwhy didnāt you tell me earlier?!ā and you feel so disoriented at the way things are unfolding that you can barely croak out a reply.
āi-i forgot.āĀ
āyou forgot? jesus christ, if itās not about her, then why are you here?ā he seems angrier than youāve ever seen him, but his words get you to finally remember what youāre here for.
āi justā¦ i needed to talk to you,ā you say pleadingly, looking into his eyes as you try your hardest to give yourself the strength to be honest with him.
āabout?āĀ
it takes all of the courage in your poor little heart to choke out your next words.Ā
ābeomgyu, you know, for the longest time, iāve āā
āi know,ā he impatiently snaps. youāre unsure of what heās referencing, but you do know he has no idea about the feelings youāve kept hidden for so long.Ā
āno. no, you donāt know, actually,ā you argue, brave face on, but voice shakier than a leaf. āi just need to tell you that i āā
āthat you love me? i know, thatās what i just fucking said,ā he sighs irritatedly. āwhy else would you help me? ācause you love me so much, right?ā he knows itās wrong to take his frustration out on you, but youāre so pathetic, you make it too damn easy. youāre the perfect outlet for him to unleash all of his anger.
āyouā¦ you knew? this entire time?ā you ask incredulously. you feel like youāre suffocating in the face of his callousness and disgust, and the room feels smaller than it did before.
āi mean, yeah. it was kind of obvious,ā he muses. your cheeks feel so hot youāre sure youāre on the brink of immolation. it was obvious? if it was obvious, then why did he keep you around in the first place? because youāre useful when it comes to helping him get his dick wet?
āsoā¦ so why did youā¦ā you trail off, still finding it inconceivable that the beomgyu you know and love could possibly know about your feelings; and not only are they unreciprocated by him, which you could understand and respect, but theyāre nothing more than a fucking joke and means to an end. the end in question being burying himself into other women.
āwhy did i act like i didnāt know? because i don't feel the same way,ā he answers, and you already knew it and knew it well, but that doesn't make it any more digestible to hear.
āy-yeah, but you ā how could you still sleep with me? how could you do that to me?ā you ask, lips wobbling and voice cracking. you can't believe this. you won't believe this. you have to be misunderstanding something somewhere. there's just no way this is it.
ābecause it was easy,ā he says with a shrug, and your heart shatters into a million pieces.Ā
because it was easy.Ā
easy. what a funny word. you donāt think you even fully comprehend what it means in this context, actually. easy, easy, easy, but what part of this has been easy for you? every day, itās like youāre killing yourself by trying to twist into what he wants you to be. a friend, a confidant, and now, even a lover. but lover is being too generous, isn't it? because he does not love you, not even as a friend, and this discovery becomes clearer and clearer as you think back to every time heās shown you just how little he cares.
soobinās litany of warnings come back to haunt you with a vengeance.Ā
heās just using you.Ā
heās garbage.
heās just gonna hurt you.
and though you know soobin will take no pleasure in being correct, you can't help but dread the āi told you soā you know he will never be mean enough to say, but will inevitably think.
āi thought we were friends,ā you say incredulously, dread and anxiety pooling in the deepest recesses of your heart. āi thought you cared about meāĀ
and he doesnāt shrug or anything because he doesnāt really need to, but he might as well seeing as how it clearly makes no difference to him. and this is finally how you come to understand that beomgyu is just as bad as everyone says. maybe even a little worse. and he will continue to act like a sociopath for as long as you let him.Ā
āi-i love you, i really do. but no fucking way. i wonāt sit here and let you treat me like shit,ā you declare, tears flowing down your cheeks so quickly and steadily youād probably be unable to wipe them away even if you tried. luckily or unluckily, you donāt even have the strength to find out.Ā
āyouāre going to regret this,ā you whisper, and itās said with such certainty that for a moment, he almost believes you. almost, but not quite.
either way, youāre booking it out of his door before he can even reply.
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this is everything beomgyu ever couldāve asked for. chaewon is sitting next to him on his bed, eyes dark with lust as she unceremoniously grabs the end of her top and tugs it off. she's beautiful, no doubt about that, but he feels more and more like something is incredibly wrong.Ā
she leans in to press her lips onto his, but he flinches, scooting almost imperceptibly further away from her on the bed. she falters for a moment before sighing and crawling on all fours to situate herself between his legs. she begins to unzip his pants and tug on his waistband before he frantically stops her.
āw-what are you doing?ā he asks, voice shaking.
āblowing you, what does it look like iām doing?ā she replies with a roll of her eyes. āi just wish i had known you wouldnāt be into kissing or, like, actual foreplay, but whatever.ā she continues her movement to pull his pants down before he stops her again.Ā
āwhatās wrong?ā she asks curiously, before finally realizing that he is, to what would normally be his eternal shame, completely soft. her mouth drops in shock, and in another universe, beomgyu has enough energy to care. but not in this one. in this one, his eyes are teary as he feels an implacable sense of dread he canāt seem to shake off.Ā
āoh god,ā she says with conviction, pulling herself back up and running one hand through her hair. āi knew this would happen.āĀ
beomgyu, on his part, looks somewhat out of it, but her words bring him back to earth.Ā
āknew what would happen?ā he asks tentatively, sniffling for reasons unknown to him while he tries not to let his tears run over his waterlines.
āi knew youād act like this because of her,ā she says begrudgingly.Ā
his eyebrows furrow for a second, not because he doesnāt already know who sheās talking about, but because he doesnāt understand the correlation between you and the situation he presently finds himself in.
āthink about it,ā she says slowly, condescendingly. āwho do you trust, like, actually? and iām not just talking about with getting girls, but with everything.ā beomgyu is silent as he tries to comprehend what she's saying, but heās nothing if not slow on the uptake in regards to human emotion.Ā
āoh, beomgyu, come the fuck on,ā she sighs in frustration. āi mean, when you were stressed about that presentation for your job, who did you call? yunjin told me all about it. she said you spent hours reciting a 15 minute presentation to the girl you supposedly donāt give a fuck about.ā ah. he remembers that night, actually, and he remembers it well. he called you in a panic, so you brought over some dinner because you knew he was stressed, but he was so wound up that you didnāt leave and even insisted that he practice with you in order to give him feedback. he spent the whole night repeating the same speech over and over again, but you sat patiently and encouragingly as he repeated the boring, inconsequential drivel to you. you never complained, not even once, and you didnāt ask him for any compensation in the form of him doing something ā anything ā similar for you, either. even if you had, he realizes, he wouldn't have given any to you, anyway.
āthatāsā¦āĀ
āand thatās not even all of it. whoās the first one you look for when you walk into a room? and when something good happens, who do you tell first? not anybody else, and i know for a fact that itās not me, never will be,ā she says bitterly. every new point slashes at his heart and ego.
and suddenly, things start making sense, albeit in the worst possible way. beomgyu loves you. his trust and dependence on you all make an awful sort of sense, but in a way, itās relieving to finally be able to put a name to this feeling. his eyes still feel hot, but not so much because something feels wrong, but because things finally feel right for the first time in forever. he loves you, has loved you, and will continue to love you.
her words resonate with him so deeply, she can read it all over his face. it doesnāt take a genius to figure out that he finally understands, but heās still missing an important fact. the most important fact, even.Ā
āyeah, i guess you finally get it now. you have feelings for her. and the worst thing is: you treat her like shit.ā his eyes widen and the tears that were just threatening to escape are completely let loose. how could he only come to this realization after he already effectively stomped on your heart and your pure intentions? after youāve made it clear that you donāt want anything to do with him anymore? and he has nobody but himself to blame, really; he practically shoved you away over and over and over again.Ā
āi-i didnāt mean to āāĀ
āsure, of course you didnāt,ā she says with a sarcastic smile. āwhatever makes you feel better for fucking over the girl whoās been in love with you for years.ā
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beomgyu may not know much about the inner workings of interpersonal relationships, but he does know he needs to see you, and heās smart enough to understand that he needs to apologize.Ā
but beomgyu has never apologized for anything in his life ā not unless you count the times his mother made him grit them out as a child when he would objectively do something wrong, but this is another matter entirely. nobody will be holding his hand as he does it, and heās not even really sure where to start. but he knows he has to try.
surely thereās a better place to try than at the bar where he currently finds himself, but then, thereās no time like the present. not to mention that he has a sneaking suspicion that you're avoiding all of your mutual friendsā get-togethers for the sole purpose of avoiding him. if the blocking of all of his socials wasnāt enough, the blocking of his phone number certainly was.
itās not necessarily fateās fault that he finds himself here, either. he heard from a friend (chaewon) that youād be here tonight. he sees you from across the bar looking lively and chatty, and he prays that the good mood you seem to be in will help soften the upcoming conversation with him. to his luck, you step out of the bar to take a call, so he slides from his seat with an open beer bottle in tow, and follows you outside.Ā
your back is turned, and he doesnāt quite hear what youāre talking about over the phone, but he does catch a giggle and a name, soobinās, and it makes his heart ache. when you hang up, you turn to head back into the bar, but youāre met with his figure.Ā
āh-hey,ā he says, and he wants to smack himself for the casual greeting he still managed to fuck up.
your eyes widen for a moment before they go blank, and youāre pushing past him without a response.Ā
āi need to talk to you,ā he says, voice trembling as he grabs the back of your elbow, which you snatch out of his grip like his touch is poison.Ā
āabout?ā you ask curtly, barely even deigning to turn your head to look at him. you have never been so hostile towards anyone, let alone him, and it's making him spiral.Ā
āiām sorry. iām just really, really sorry,ā he desperately apologizes. youāre silent for a few moments as you turn to completely face him with your arms crossed, and heās trying his damndest to read your expression, but he canāt quite make it out.
āokayā¦ and?ā is all you say in response, and he fumbles over his words at your nonchalance.Ā
āa-and, um, i āā
āyou know what?ā you cut in with an impatient sigh and a wave of your hand. āi donāt care anymore. youāve said enough.ā
ābut i āāĀ
āi donāt care, beomgyu.ā and his name is said in such disgust that it sounds to him like itās a chore for you to spit out. youāre about to turn and reenter the bar when his next words come tumbling out.Ā
āi think ā i know āĀ i love you,ā he says urgently, and your previously unreadable gaze turns into one of pure, sheer amusement. youāre so amused, you laugh, even.Ā
āwhat the fuck are you talking about?ā you say between giggles.
āi-i didnāt realize it before, but i talked to chaewon, and she even said that iāve probably always felt that way about you. i know i didnāt show it, but i really do love āā
āokay, just stop. stop it right there, beomgyu. iām only going to say it just this once, so listen carefully, okay?ā you ask, and he fervently nods.Ā
āokay. you don't know the first thing about love.ā and he goes to interrupt you, but you donāt let him. āloving somebody means you put their feelings above your own. what the hell would you know about that?āĀ
āiāmā¦ i know i was wrong, b-but i āāĀ
ābeomgyu,ā you say exasperatedly. āiām so glad youāre finally reaching enlightenment, and iām so happy i was cannon fodder for you to use to get there. but i just really, really donāt care anymore, okay? do what you want with whoever you want, but donāt bother me about it anymore, alright?ā and heās so stunned he canāt even form words, but you just shake your head and prepare to leave again. unconsciously, he goes to grab you again, which you consequently dodge, and he thinks this is the most rejected heās ever felt before realizing itās not over yet. itās only truly over when you grab his bottle from him and splash its contents across his face before throwing the bottle back into his arms and leaving for good.
part ii: cardigan
beomgyu canāt tell if his eyes are stinging from the alcohol you splashed in his face or from the sheer humiliation he feels. maybe from both. probably from both. either way, tears fall as a result. he probably looks like a madman as he stumbles along the concrete on his walk home from the bar. he still has the beer bottle you shoved at him in his hand, and luckily for him, thereās still enough in there to help him get a little tipsier than he already is. he needs it, too, because your words play like a broken record in his head.
you donāt know the first thing about love.Ā
do what you want with whoever you want, but donāt bother me about it anymore.
each and every word feels like you knew exactly the right thing to say to pierce his heart, but he knows better than to think you cared enough to think about it to the point of choosing them so carefully. no, the words you said were what you really felt at the moment. you didnāt even have to try to hurt him, you just had to tell the truth. somehow, that hurts even more.Ā
he replays the entire debacle in his head and tries to think of what he could have said differently. to be honest, there are a lot things, but he has a feeling that no matter what he said, you wouldāve reacted the same exact way. if he really thinks about it, maybe some small, ugly part of him hoped youād forgive him as easily as you have always been wont to do, but it's clear to him now that he was just being delusional. maybe he was still under the impression that youād be as easy to please as ever, but with how repulsed you seemed to be by his words, his touch, him, he has no such expectations anymore.
he now finds himself at an impasse. where does he go from here? you made it clear that youāre done with him, but he still loves you. you don't want his love anymore, so where is that love supposed to go? the only person he feels like he can ask no longer wants to speak to him. heās unsure if he wants to turn to you because youād understand, or just because youāre the only person he trusts.
needless to say, the walk home from the bar is a long one, indeed. one filled with pensive silence, save for the steady sound of swigs being taken from his bottle and the occasional sob.Ā
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most people in your friend group have no idea what transpired between you and beomgyu, but the smart ones, like taehyun, know something must have happened by the way you avoid hangouts in which beomgyu is present like the plague. he doesnāt pry when you bail, though, for which you are thankful. a few weeks pass before you have the epiphany that beomgyu has already ruined enough, and you wonāt let him ruin your friendships, too.
when you show up to taehyunās for his celebratory house party in lieu of a promotion at his job, everyone cheers when you walk through the door, which makes your cheeks heat up, and you feel so relieved that your friends are still the same even when it feels like itās been an eternity since youāve seen them. taehyun pulls you in for a hug, and you eagerly reciprocate it.
āglad you made it,ā he grins.Ā
āi wouldnāt miss it for the world,ā you say with a smile, which just makes him beam even more.
youāre pleasantly surprised to note that beomgyu is nowhere to be seen, and you relax for a bit before falling into the familiar rhythm that is being with your friends. you missed this. you missed them. and it seems like theyāve missed you just as much if their excited chatter is anything to go by. you were, admittedly, a little tense when you first came in, but all of that melts away as you join in on the banter and pure fun that is being with the people you love the most.
although beomgyu is nowhere to be found, soobin still never leaves your side. he watches the door like a hawk, and you feel at ease with the knowledge that heās beside you regardless of the outcome. so what if beomgyu shows up? you belong here, and you have soobin and the rest of your friends with you. knowing beomgyu like you do, his passing fancy has almost certainly ended and he will ignore you like the son of a bitch that he is.Ā
with this notion in mind, you are not at all prepared for the way the aforementioned boy slams taehyunās front door open and drunkenly stumbles in. the room gets quiet after he does so, and everyone stares as he scans the room with blank, reddened eyes. when his gaze catches yours, you break eye contact almost immediately, opting to turn to soobin with what you hope is an unbothered look, not to keep up any pretenses with him, but because you donāt want anyone other than him to know how uncomfortable you are. in turn, he grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, giving your hand a small, reassuring squeeze, and he does not move to unlace his hand with yours even after he does it.
while youāre trying to be discreet, beomgyu is anything but as he continues to stare at you with a dumbed out look on his face. the intense atmosphere is only broken when taehyun stands up to greet him with a side hug and a pat on the other boyās back.Ā
āhey, gyu. iām happy youāre here,ā he says.
āmm,ā beomgyu replies, eyes still never leaving you and lingering at the way you and soobin have your hands joined, and taehyunās casual side hug turns into him having to support beomgyuās weight as beomgyu almost falls over while standing.Ā
āyouāre really fucking drunk,ā taehyun murmurs with a wrinkled nose as he smells the alcohol on beomgyuās entire person. ācāmon, you can relax in my room for a bit.ā
beomgyu can only nod as he leans on taehyun for stability and walks towards taehyunās room. his gaze on you only breaks when taehyun shuts the door behind him, and if your friends didnāt know that something odd was afoot with the two of you, they certainly seem to know now as they look between taehyunās room and your awkward figure.
āyou okay?ā a soft, sweet voice whispers. you turn to soobin and muster up a forced smile and a nod. his hand is still holding yours and he soothingly brushes his thumb over your hand in order to try to calm you down. somehow, it actually kind of works.Ā
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youāre here. beomgyu thought he may be hallucinating or something just because you seem to haunt him everywhere he goes now, but he knew it was the real thing when he saw how uncomfortable you were. he knows this because in his delusions, youāre either flatout rejecting him or, in the good ones, youāre forgiving him. those are the ones he likes the most, but he hates the sobering aftermath when he realizes they are, in fact, only figments of his imagination.
so now he sits on taehyunās bed in a daze as he focuses on the door. youāre so close that his heart physically aches in yearning as it insists on closing the distance between you two, but taehyunās sharp look stops him from doing anything too terribly stupid.Ā
āthis has got to stop,ā taehyun halfway pleads, halfway scolds.
āwhat does?ā beomgyu asks dumbly.
āshowing up everywhere drunk as hell,ā he replies. ālook, i donāt know whatās going on, but i know it has to do with her, and i know youāre probably ā definitely ā in the wrong.āĀ
beomgyu has enough shame to hang his head and purse his lips in response.
āi donāt know what you did, i donāt know what you said, but whatever it was, i know youāre not making any of it better by getting fucked up every night. stay in here, sober up, and only come out when youāre ready to act like an adult.ā and with that, taehyun stalks over to the door before shutting it behind him.
beomgyu is not stupid, but heās not exactly emotionally intelligent, either; so while taehyunās words sting, theyāre not enough to pull him out of his pity party. all he seems to care about in this moment is being next to you, but he remembers the scene of your hands locking with soobinās. are you seeing each other now? that canāt be it. the heart does not move on that quickly, but maybe yours did. maybe you buried your feelings for him as deep as they could go in the face of the seemingly repulsive confession of love he gave to you. maybe you belong with somebody like soobin, whoās so gentle and caring. soobin definitely listens to you, cherishes you, treats you gently. maybe beomgyu didnāt exactly understand it before now, but he really understands it at this moment: soobin loves you.
maybe, in a way, he always sort of knew. maybe he felt some sort of sick satisfaction at the way you kept your eyes trained on him while soobin was training his eyes on you. maybe he felt some 12-year-old boy kind of pride at the way you seemed to put him before anyone else in spite of such a viable prospective suitor, but any contentment he may have felt is flushed away at the anxiety of you having somebody so good right besides you ā somebody who is obviously much better than him.
do you feel the same way? no, even before that, are you okay? he knows he hurt you really badly. are you still hurting? he wants to know. he has to know. so before he can talk himself out of it, heās stumbling towards the door.
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things are still pretty tense when taehyun walks out, but they begin to calm down after everyone asks if beomgyu is alright and taehyun answers in the positive, and you think you might just be in the clear before realizing things are never that easy. beomgyu stumbles out of the door and his gaze immediately locks on you.
āhey,ā he says a little too loudly. the room is quiet, and though he didnāt say who he was addressing, itās obvious itās you with the way heās staring so intensely.Ā
āhey,ā he repeats even louder this time. to his chagrin, soobin is still next to you, but that doesnāt mean he canāt slide into the open space on the other side of you. of course, propriety would say that he shouldnāt, but propriety means nothing to beomgyu at this moment. not when heās so drunk he smells like rubbing alcohol, and not when heās so openly desperate he looks like a man gone mad.
with no grace to be seen, he plops down next to you, and even through your clothes and his jeans, his legs against yours still feel like they burn you. you try to move to avoid his touch so aggressively that poor, large soobin is squeezed into the armrest even more; and itās all for naught, anyway, because beomgyu just scoots himself even closer.Ā
āhowāre you?ā he slurs, and though everyone tries their best not to seem like theyāre eavesdropping, they most certainly are. no matter how hard they try not to stare, their gazes keep flicking towards the two of you and their voices are a little more hushed. youāre beyond embarrassed, but beomgyu doesnāt seem to mind their looks one bit.
ābeomgyuā¦ā you whisper exasperatedly, accepting your fate as the spectacle that you currently are and trying to nip it in the bud with your obvious distaste for the situation.
āi jusā wanna know how you are,ā he says desperately as he senses your clear rejection, but to his eventual regret, he doesn't stop. you try to keep your voice low as you say your next words.
āgood. look, i really donāt wanna do this with you right now. i have nothing to say to you and you donāt have anything to say to me that i actually want to hear, so i think itās best if āāĀ
ābut i told you i love you!ā he exclaims, and everyone around you ceases to pretend that they arenāt listening. how can they even pretend when heās quite literally yelling? you donāt notice a thing, though. youāre too absorbed in the melodrama unfolding before you, in which you are in the starring role. āiā¦ i jusā love you so much, i āā and before he can get out his next words, youāre swiftly standing up with soobin in tow and thanking taehyun for the invite while shuffling out of the front door.
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beomgyu is devastated when you leave. he takes to walking outside to taehyunās balcony as he lets tears roam freely down his reddened face. he thinks heās alone before he hears somebody opening the door and shutting it behind them.
ādo you seriously still not get it?ā chaewon sneers.
āget what?ā he sniffles, and she lets out a long-suffering sigh before she gets out her next words.
āyou love her, right? and you miss her?ā she asks slowly, as if heās so stupid, he wouldnāt understand her if she said it any other way.
āof course i do,ā he snaps, not appreciating the condescension in her tone, but all the bite is lost in translation because he looks nothing short of pathetic as his tears steadily fall.Ā
āright. you love her, you miss her, you want to talk to her. you, you, you. itās still all about you and what you feel, but what about what she feels?ā she asks, and he falters at her words. āall youāre doing is making things hard on her, and i can promise you that this āwoe-is-meā shit youāre doing right now isnāt gonna change her mind.āĀ
he thinks back to how you acted when you loved him ā how you bent over backwards to try to conceal your feelings so as not to inconvenience him. how everything you did was to make life easier on him, no matter how difficult it was for you. yes, you loved him, but you did it in a way he could accept. you did things his way, and for so long; and all heās done in return is demand your love in his way, yet again.
āso what do i do?ā he earnestly asks. āhow do i get her back?āĀ
ā... after what you've done to her? you don't,ā she answers after a pause, and he deflates at her words. sheās right, of course.
he thinks about how heād feel if you treated him the way he treated you. he feels like his heart is dying in his chest just at the memory of you rejecting him, but to be rejected so cruelly? what do you even do with yourself then? he wonders how people live with that kind of hurt, but then, you did it for so long and were even able to paste a smile on your face as you did it. he remembers when he thought that you were a horrible actress because of how he could still see through you despite how bothered you obviously were by his actions, but only now does he understand how much resilience it must've taken. somehow, it just makes him miss you even more. makes him love you even more.
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beomgyu is a pervert. a sick-in-the-head, nasty, freakish, bottom-of-the-barrel, lowdown, dirty pervert. that's the only way he can accurately describe himself in this moment, and the guilt is strong, but not stronger than his need to let this dream play out the way he wants it to. and the way he wants it to goes like this:
your naked body is splayed across beomgyuās bed as you watch him undress with watery eyes.Ā
āi need you, gyu,ā you whimper as tears threaten to fall.
āshh, baby. lemme take care of you,ā he whispers as he lines himself up with your entrance.
you brace yourself by locking your hands around his neck as he pushes in, and you both groan as your pussy struggles to take him in. itās so real, he feels you spasm around him like it did on the night you spent together, and he knows heās a goner.
he lets you adjust for a few moments before slowly pulling out, then thrusting himself back in again. each stroke feels like heaven as you cry out with every movement. he grips your hips, but he tries his best not to hurt you when he does it. youāre far too precious to leave marks on, after all.Ā
beomgyu gets lost in the feeling all too quickly. he wants to be uncharacteristically gentle, but the feeling of you squeezing around him makes his eyes redden, and before long, heās drilling into you.Ā
āām close!ā you cry out.
āme too, baby,ā he whispers, and the feeling of you clenching around him as you come is enough to send him over the edge. he spills himself into you with a broken moan.Ā
āi love you,ā he says desperately as he tries to catch his breath. but even in his dreams, you donāt reply.Ā
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soobin has always been sweet, but ever since the beomgyu incident heās been even sweeter. he shows up to your place with your favorite snacks and never asks any unsavory questions. he takes your calls in the dead of night when heās clearly been trying to sleep. he holds your hand when you start to space out.Ā
at first, it was easy to chalk it all up to what best friends do, but as the physical intimacy begins to increase, you start suspecting that something deeper is going on. you are not a cruel person ā youāre not the type to pretend not to see something so clear when it inconveniences you (unlike a certain someone). so when soobin places your head on his shoulder during a movie night, against your meek disposition, you ask him a very simple question.
ābinnie, do you like me?ā and you donāt quite have the courage to look up at him while you ask him, opting to stare at the screen before you.
āyeah. yes, i do,ā he replies, and while you would rather continue to avoid eye contact, you have enough respect for him to sit up and look him in his eyes.
āiām so sorry,ā you say, because what else can you say?Ā
āi know. i know you donāt feel the same way, you donāt have to tell me,ā he answers with a soft, forced smile.
āi donāt wanna hurt you.ā
āi know you donāt.ā
āwhat can i do?ā you ask sincerely.
āiā¦ i donāt need you to do anything. if you need me, you have me. if you donāt need me, you still have me,ā he tells you.
āthatās not fair to you.ā
āthen just give me some time,ā he replies. āiāll get over it if you just give me some time.ā
āokay,ā you nod.
āare you sure youāll be okay?ā he asks, still as concerned about you as ever. as if youāre not breaking his heart.
āi will be,ā you lie. regardless of whether he believes you or not, he nods and gathers his things before leaving.
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you are, in the most crass of terms, pissy drunk. your sticky situation with soobin is one for the history books, if you do say so yourself, and you lack the proper vernacular at the moment to express just how awful it is. who knew your best friend on this planet had secret feelings for you? well, it seems like everyone, actually, because as you confide in your friends, none seem to be particularly surprised. it appears that youāre the last one to find out.Ā
of course, youāre only able to deal with the revelation by visiting your favorite bar. against your better judgment, you go alone. usually, youād ask soobin to come with you, but you canāt do that with the way things are right now, which just makes you feel even worse. youāre on drink number three (or fourā¦Ā or fiveā¦) when an unknown man slides into the barstool next to you. you donāt quite catch his name, but you know youāre not interested in him, or, well, anyone at the moment. youāre far too distracted by your current circumstances to even entertain the thought of another man right now, but even as you deny, deny, deny him, he doesnāt quite seem to get the message.
your vision is blurred as you try to hint to him for what must be the umpteenth time that youāre not looking for anything at the moment, but he still doesnāt understand, and youāre starting to feel every ounce of alcohol youāve consumed until now. you place your head in your hands as you try to keep the room from spinning, but it doesnāt seem to help, and you can feel his hand squeezing your upper thigh. youāre not the most assertive person at the best of times, and you are certainly even less so in your drunken state, so youāre trying to gather your bearings to reject him once and for all when you feel an arm sliding around your neck.Ā
āthere you are, baby. whoās this?ā a baritone voice asks rather loudly, a voice youād recognize anywhere. beomgyuās. your gut reaction is to push him off and cuss him out, but even with your delayed reactions, youāre able to register that heās trying to help you out as you lock eyes with his hesitant brown ones.
āgyu,ā you say with what you hope is a believable smile.Ā
āyouāre taken?ā the man asks disappointedly.
āyep,ā you reply, and he scoffs before pushing out his barstool so abruptly, the chair squeaks before storming away.Ā
āare you alright?ā beomgyu asks quietly.
āām fine,ā you tell him as you rip his arm off from your shoulder. āi donāt need your help.āĀ
āi know!ā he exclaims a little too desperately. āi-i know that, i just āā but the universe smacks you across the face as you begin to gag, alcohol choosing now of all times to rock your stomach with a vengeance. you begin to try to scramble off of the stool, but youāre so drunk, youāre having trouble even standing up.Ā
without any prompting, beomgyu hurriedly pulls you up and places your arm around his shoulder before hustling you to the bathroom. you donāt even have time to close the door behind you before youāre hunched over the toilet and choking vomit out of your throat. beomgyu slams the door behind him and rushes over to your pitiful frame before shushing you and rubbing circles into your back in an attempt to calm you down. in turn, you bat his hands away without even condescending to look at him when you do it. his heart stings, but he realizes itās not about him as you lurch forward and continue to empty your stomach.Ā
when youāre finally finished, you feel a wet paper towel gently rubbing the sweat off of your forehead, then it travels down to your lips where vomit still pools around them. beomgyu intently cleans you up without saying a word.
āa-are you alright?ā he asks meekly, and as if only now registering that itās him, you push his hands away and say your next words.Ā
āi thought i told you i didnāt need your fucking help. i hate when people make me repeat myself, didnāt you know?ā he winces at your harsh words and sharpness of tone.
āiā¦ i know. iām sorry. i just thought that you might want somebody with you. iām really sorry.ā and even through your drunken stupor, you know heās not just apologizing for his interference. but you donāt care.
āand why would i want you?ā heās silent at this before finally replying.Ā
āyou know, when you told me iād regret it, i didnāt really understand what you meant; but i understand it now. iām really, really regretting it. i shouldāve listened to you,ā he says softly with tears brimming in his reddened eyes.Ā
youāre at a loss for words at this. what do you say? what can you say besides āi told you soā? somehow, that doesnāt quite do the sentiment justice.
part iii: betty
after vomiting, you actually feel like youāve sobered up quite a bit, but youāre still not speaking, which beomgyu takes to heart.
āi canāt ā iām just really, really sorry,ā he brokenly sobs in the face of your silence. āso sorry.āĀ
āi know,ā you reply after a pause, and you do know. you didnāt before, but his pathetic actions and demeanor have shown you that he means what he says. your acknowledgment of his repentance just makes him cry even harder, though. because it doesnāt seem to have changed a thing.
āi was a bastard. i was so fucking awful to you when you were just trying to help me, and i didnāt know what i had until you were gone,ā he continues, quite openly sobbing at this point. he looks like a man gone mad as he cries in the public restroom of a bar, but what's the point of trying to keep his cool now? maybe this way, youāll understand just how much he means what he says.
but youāre the victim. youāre the one who should be crying her heart out at the moment. you didnāt even do anything besides reject him after heās been continuously rejecting you and treating you like gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe for years. why does he get to cry and get what he wants? what about you?Ā you want to hold onto this injustice, but the way he crumbles in front of you makes your heart soften. no matter how angry you may be, you can't help but try to reason with him.
ābeomgyu, i know youāre sorry. i really do,ā you sigh, and your tone tells him everything he needs to know, but he still hangs onto every word as if theyāre the most important things heāll ever hear. still, he feels dread at what you have to say next tugging on his heartstrings.
ābut itās just not enough. you treated me like i was garbage for years. you used me and my feelings, and tossed me away whenever you wanted.ā and he withers even more with every word. āand i let you do it because i loved you and i thought you didnāt know how i felt, but you fucking knew what you were doing; and you still slept with me while knowing how i felt about you. how can you expect me to forgive you for that?ā you ask, and it is not completely rhetorical. you seem to be searching for an answer, but he doesnāt have one. he never did. if he could figure out how to justify any of his actions, he would, but he canāt seem to come up with anything even as he scrambles for a response.Ā
he knows he's losing you, so why not just be honest? as a last ditch effort, he lays everything out on the table.Ā
āyou said you loved me,ā he says. ām-maybe, if i can be better, youāll love me again. i can be good for you, i-i know i can. so if you just āāĀ
ābeomgyu,ā you interrupt, though not maliciously. you seem to have some level of patience for him even in spite of everything. āi still love you. love was never the problem.ā and he canāt help but feel a shred of hope bud in the wake of your words, but itās killed in its crib at what you say next. ābut thatās just not enough anymore. the way youāve been feeling for the past few weeks is how iāve felt for years. i bet you canāt even imagine that ā i donāt even want you to imagine that, actually. it just hurts too much.āĀ
and while you just said that you didnāt want him to, he canāt help but envision exactly that: the feeling that he had when you were with soobin multiplied exponentially. and for so long. and with different people. that same pain over and over and over again with no reprieve besides for the hope that someday, if youāre lucky, you might have a chance. someday, maybe any day, but probably not any time soon. to live like that and for so long, just thinking about it makes his heart ache and his stomach churn.Ā
ādo you understand me now?ā you ask, and gone are the traces of resentment and disgust. your gaze is only filled with pity. somehow, that makes him feel even worse.Ā
āy-yeah,ā he says breathlessly with an inhale so sharp, itās as if heās in physical pain, all the while trying desperately to gather his bearings and to look and sound like a functioning member of society. he fails in light of his constant stream of tears. āi, um, i get it now.āĀ
āokay,ā you say softly. āiām going to call yunjin so she can pick me up. can you get home safely?ā this is it. you donāt have to say it, but he knows that you two will never speak again after this. what else is there to say, after all?Ā
āi can.ā
āgood,ā you smile, and he tries his best to smile, too, but he doesnāt quite make it there. āgoodbye, beomgyu.ā
āgoodbye,ā he whispers shakily, and he looks so profoundly devastated that you wish you could comfort him, but you know itād just make things worse; so without another word, you leave him alone as you prepare to call yunjin.
beomgyu doesnāt know how long he spends in the wake of your absence, but he cries until no more tears will leave his eyes. when he's all cried out, eyes swollen and face red, he leaves the bar in a state of borderline delirium. your words echo in his unstable state of mind, and he realizes that even when you had every right to treat him like the scum of the earth, you were kinder than he could ever reasonably expect for you to be. it seems that you still gave him more than he ever deserved. as always.
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things with soobin have stayed in an odd sort of purgatory for weeks now, but unfortunately or not, life goes on, so you don't have the luxury of ruminating on it as much as you probably need to. you don't reach out very much for fear of unwittingly making your circumstances with him even more difficult for him to move past, but that certainly doesn't mean that you don't miss him. still, you prioritize his feelings in the matter over your own and patiently await the day where he finally feels comfortable enough to be friends with you once more. he forgoes most of the gatherings that your friends arrange, and it's like a knife to the heart every time.Ā
as for your situation with beomgyu, you deliberately try to push that out of your mind as frequently as humanly possible. you feel like things have ended on the best note you could ever ask for, and your friends know better than to bring him up around you, so you figure that ignorance is bliss. old habits die hard, though, and you find yourself wanting to check on him, but you remind yourself that thatās not your job anymore ā and it never should have been in the first place, really, which is enough to stop you in your tracks on the bad nights where you want nothing more than to reach out. you reason with yourself that he has friends, so thereās no need to concern yourself with him.Ā
but you miss him. you miss when you were stupid enough to believe that he didnāt know about your feelings. you wish you could go back and erase your love for him so you two could go back to just being friends. what he did was unforgivable, you know that, but you still miss all the times he made you laugh. still, that pales in comparison to all the times he made you cry, right? that's how you should look at things. that's how you will look at things.Ā
as it is, youāre perfectly fine with never speaking to him again. at least, thatās what you tell yourself.
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āare you okay?ā taehyun asks in a hushed tone. he hasnāt seen beomgyu in over a month now, but beomgyu finally agreed to come out with him after taehyun said he missed him. now, they are seated in a booth at the dimly lit bar just down the street from taehyunās place.
āy-yeah,ā beomgyu replies with a forced upturn of his lips as he sloshes around the non-alcoholic drink in his cup. after the last time you saw him, he decided to ditch alcohol for the time being. taehyun was right about him needing to act like an adult, and he just knows that if he were to get even a drop of alcohol in him, heād come crawling back to you, probably to your disgust.Ā
āgood,ā taehyun sighs in relief. āi was really worried about you for a while there, you know? everyone was.ā
āi know,ā beomgyu answers perfunctorily. everyone has been worried about him and has said as much. well, pretty much everyone except for you.Ā
āare you ever gonna talk about what happened?ā taehyun carefully probes, which causes beomgyu to cease all actions and stare blankly at his cup ā liquid still gently swishing back and forth.Ā
ānothing happened that you probably didnāt already guess,ā beomgyu says with a derisive smile. its sentiment is not directed at taehyun, however, but at himself.Ā
āthat doesn't mean i don't want to hear it from you,ā taehyun replies.
with a sigh of defeat, beomgyu begrudgingly recounts his circumstances with you, sparing no details. at first, taehyun's eyes widen every so often, but after a while, his face relaxes into something somber and resigned. when beomgyu is finished, his gaze remains locked on taehyunās face, searching for any semblance of a reaction, but he remains stoic.
āwell?ā beomgyu asks impatiently.
āwell, what?ā taehyun says after a moment, and he's tempted to just leave it at that, but after looking into beomgyuās pleading eyes, he realizes that he needs to say more. āyou fucked up, but you know that already. i would say that i can't believe you did that, but if it's you, i can believe it,ā he sighs, and beomgyu really wishes he hadn't pressed taehyun for more, because he feels smaller and smaller with every new word.Ā
āi know. iām a piece of shit who doesn't deserve her. i never did,ā beomgyu relents, feeling completely helpless. he wasn't expecting comfort or anything like that ā he doesn't deserve it, but he's still hurt by taehyun's words, regardless of their validity. they just further confirm what he already knows.
āyeah, you're right,ā taehyun agrees with a nod, and beomgyu deflates even more, if that's even possible.Ā
āisā¦ is she okay?ā beomgyu asks timidly. he's been too afraid to ask about you, but now that taehyun knows the truth, it seems pointless to beat around the bush.
ānot really,ā taehyun says with a twitch of his lips.Ā
āwhy not?!ā beomgyu exclaims a little too loudly. taehyun hurriedly shushes him before glancing around the bar to make sure nobodyās attention has been drawn to the two of them.Ā
āwhy not?ā beomgyu repeats, voice lower this time, but urgency just as palpable.
āi don't know. i think something happened between her and soobin, but neither of them will talk about it. i'm sure you can guess what happened, though,ā taehyun sighs. and he's right. beomgyu can guess, but he can't quite believe it. you must've rejected soobin, but why? why would you reject someone so perfect for you? does it have anything to do with him?
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beomgyu canāt shake the feeling that your situation with soobin has something to do with him. he knows heās being vain, he knows heās being selfish, but he canāt help but hope. he doesn't tell anyone about this, though, for fear that reality will be much crueler than he can cope with. he tells himself he's perfectly content with living with said hope and deluding himself into thinking he still has a place in your heart, but he can't control the way his mind wanders to places he scarcely dares to dream of these days. dreams where you miss him, where you still think about him, where you forgive him play out in a number of ways, but in the end, they're nothing more than, well, dreams.
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as much as some would like to avoid it, gathering for taehyunās friendsgiving party is inevitable. no matter the circumstances, nobody can quite justify missing out on your friend groupās collective tradition. you try to steel yourself for the potentially awkward encounters with soobin and beomgyu, but you canāt help but worry about potential āwhat ifāsā. still, you decide to be as mature as possible. if you see soobin, you'll make light conversation before excusing yourself if he seems uncomfortable. if you see beomgyu, well, hopefully he'll just ignore you as you've ignored him.
when you arrive at taehyun's, you greet everyone as usual. honestly, as awful as it sounds, you're pretty relieved to see that neither soobin nor beomgyu have arrived just yet. you drink just enough to take some of the edge off, so when soobin comes in, it's not an earth-shattering event. when he greets you, you're prepared to just leave it at a cordial, somewhat distant conversation, and he seems to be on the exact same page. he says hello and performs all of the necessary niceties before wandering off and getting himself a drink. it hurts your heart that this is what your friendship has been reduced to, but you know it's what's best at the moment. you don't want to unintentionally hurt him by insisting he push his limits by being with you.Ā
you try to shove this out of your mind, and you're talking to yunjin about nothing in particular when beomgyu walks through the door. you canāt help but look up when he enters, but you will yourself to look away while plastering a smile on your face you already know isnāt believable in the slightest. mercifully, he doesnāt do anything other than wave at you and yunjin before getting lost in the hustle and bustle of the party.
you think the worst of the night is over, and you calmly go through the motions of your friendsgiving traditions as if everything is fine. after dinner, you find yourself sitting alone, wondering if you should just hang it up and go home a bit early. before you can do that, though, you notice soobin approaching your spot on the couch.Ā
āhey,ā he says a little unsteadily as he plops down next to you, no doubt a little tipsy from the drinks heās had.
āhey,ā you shyly reply with a smile.Ā
āhow are you?ā he asks.Ā
āiām okay,ā you answer, trying to maintain your composure. āwhat about you?ā
ābetter,ā he says before hesitantly continuing. āi miss you.ā your heart soars, but it also somewhat aches.
āi miss you, too,ā you tell him honestly. he smiles, albeit very softly.
āhow are things with beomgyu?ā he probes.
āas good as theyāll get, i guess.ā
āso not very good, huh?ā
āno, not very good,ā you say truthfully.Ā
āwell, why don't you just cut the bullshit, then?ā you're very clearly taken aback by his words. you're even actually offended that he could casually say such a thing.
āwhat are you talking about?ā your tone is more defensive than bewildered, but he just looks at you with knowing eyes that make you feel microscopic.
āyou know what iām talking about,ā he argues. āthis whole fucked up charade that you two are performing isnāt fooling anybody, so why even try?āĀ
āhe doesn't deserve me,ā you scoff. āhe can't just treat me like shit and get away with it because he's sorry now. he needs to pay for what he's done.ā
āand who are you punishing by doing that? him or yourself?ā you're, again, surprised, so you don't quite know what to say in response.
āi know you. i know what you want, and denying that doesn't do anything but hurt the both of you. you might as well get what you want. maybe he doesn't deserve it ā i'm not really sure, but don't you want to try, at least? with how desperate heās been acting, i donāt think heāll hurt you again.ā you seriously ponder his words, but the main conclusion you come to is that soobin is still so, so kind. he had ā or has ā feelings for you, but he still wants to see you happy. you donāt have to say anything, though, because it seems like he understands how grateful you are just from your smile.
he pulls you in for a hug, one so warm and loving you can't help but melt into it. you could cry at how relieved you are that you two will soon overcome the awkwardness and distance. it seems he wasn't one of your best friends for nothing. when you two break apart, you look up at him with a watery smile. before you can say anything, though, you register the odd look on his face. you look confused for just a second before he says his next words in a hushed, hurried tone.
āi'm doing this for your own good,ā he whispers as he leans down and catches your lips in a tender kiss. to say you're stunned is an understatement, indeed, but the kiss ends almost as quickly as it begins, leaving you reeling.Ā
āw-why did you āāĀ
āi said it was for your own good, but it was kind of for me, too,ā he softly chuckles. āmaybe i want to punish him a little bit.ā you don't really understand what he means until you follow his gaze and catch beomgyu in his line of sight. oh, you get it now. who knew soobin was such a sadist?Ā
your conversation with soobin ends and you feel a lot lighter than you have in a long, long time, but his words leave you with more than enough to think about. you shake your head and go out to the balcony to clear your head. after a few minutes, you hear the door behind you creak open. you know it's beomgyu before he even says anything.Ā
āso, you and soobin, huh?ā he questions softly as he settles next to you, leaning against the railing. you glance up at him to respond, but his mirthless smile stops you before you can say a word.Ā
āiām happy for you,ā he adds as sincerely as he can, and youāre not sure you buy that, but at the very least, he seems to want you to believe it. you're not really sure how to respond. you don't even know if you want to explain everything to him, actually, because you're still debating on whether or not you should forgive him. can things really be that easy? does he deserve your forgiveness? who's to say he won't just break your heart again? as you struggle with how to answer, he continues.
āi'm, um, i'm glad you found somebody. especially soobin. he'll treat you right ā you deserve it,ā he says before timidly rambling. ās-sorry if iām overstepping, i just wanted you to know that; and, uh, if you ever need anything, i'm here.ā
āneed anything? like what?ā you can't help but wonder aloud. now, this is unlike the beomgyu you've come to know. if it were, then he'd be throwing a fit trying to get you to change your mind so you'd be with him instead of soobin.Ā
āl-like, if you need advice or something,ā he earnestly answers, somewhat surprised you said anything at all. āor if you just want to talk or complain or anything. whatever it is that you need, iāll be here. i owe you that much after all youāve done for me.ā you look confused for a moment before you answer him.
āi didnāt do those things so youād owe me, beomgyu,ā you tell him, and his heart flutters against his will at the use of his name.
āi-i know, iām sorry. i didnāt mean it like that. s-sorry. i just want you to know that thereās someone who wants to be there for you, especially since you were always there for me, but even if you werenāt, i would still want to be there for you,ā he nervously replies.Ā
āwhy?ā you quietly ask, and that actually brings a wistful smile to his face.Ā
ābecause i care about you,ā he says, voice dripping with sincerity and solemnity. what he really wants to tell you is that it's because he loves you, but it's clear that it's the wrong time. he can't just dump his feelings onto you again ā that would be wrong since you're obviously involved with someone now. if it were the old him, he'd do it with absolutely no regrets if it meant that you'd come back to him, but he can't do that to you. he can't just steamroll over your wants and feelings like he's always done.Ā
ābut why?ā you question persistently. he never saw anything of value in you before, not outside of how he could use you, so whatās so great about you now? you just canāt understand it. his sincere smile turns wry, teeming with a sense of self-mockery as he whispers his next words.
ābecause you're amazing. you're everything anyone could ever want.ā anything i could ever want. he doesn't have to say that last part, because you can already hear the meaning of his words. just because you can hear it, however, doesn't mean you understand it.
āi never thought you, of all people, would think that,ā you say honestly.Ā
āi know, but that's my fault, not yours,ā he replies. you purse your lips in response, mulling over your options. you could just walk away right now and go back to ignoring beomgyu forever. it's what he deserves, you reason. he humiliated you in a way like none other, and nobody would blame you if you never let that go; but you look at how hard he's trying, and your heart softens. maybe you want to give it a try. maybe you'll get hurt again, but with how desperate he is, you really don't think so. still, you canāt let him get away with it so easily. you just have to make sure his feelings are pure.
āi know you still have feelings for me,ā you say after a long pause, and his face reddens in shame, feeling like his ugly heart that he was desperately trying to conceal has been exposed. he supposes this is the way it should be, but he doesn't want to guilt you into anything, so he chooses to remain silent in his humiliation. āif it were like before, you would just tell me that. why is it different now?ā you continue. well, that's it then. he should be truthful and say what he wants to say, and unbeknownst to him, what you want to hear.
ābecause your feelings should be more important than my own. that's what you do when you love somebody,ā he chokes out. āyou taught me that.ā
you're quiet for a long, long time. too long, in fact. so long, he thinks it's time to call it quits and suppress his unrequited feelings for you until he feels them no longer. he can't imagine a world where he successfully does so, but for your sake, he should try. before he can say his goodbye, though, you speak again.
āokay,ā you sigh.
āwhat?ā he asks confusedly, eyebrows furrowed.
āi said, āokayā. don't make me regret this,ā you tell him before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to you. your lips softly meet each other and his eyes widen in sheer shock, though he doesn't resist you. his breath is labored when you finally part, eyes hazy with his lips red and swollen.Ā
āw-what are you ā i thought ā why are you āā
āi'll give you one chance,ā you interrupt. āif you fuck up, it's over. do you understand?ā he takes a second to process your words ā but it's just a second ā and his eyes well up with relieved tears when he understands. he dumbly nods in agreement, too afraid that if he speaks, no intelligible noise will come out.Ā
āgood.ā the corners of your mouth curl with a ghost of a smile, and you're prepared to leave it at that as you pull away from him; but like a dog, he earnestly chases after your touch before pulling you towards him, lips meeting yours again. the kiss is hungrier this time ā more insistent, but he doesn't push his luck. eventually, he parts from you, leaving you both panting. his tears, which he was previously holding back, now flow from his eyes with no resistance.Ā
āthank you,ā he says gently.
āfor what?ā you ask, head a little clouded from the kiss, but he just shakes his head with a smile. you will never understand just how grateful he is for the mercy youāve shown him, but heāll try to show you how much it means to him.Ā
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things go slowly after that ā you do your best to ensure that they do; and beomgyu, to his credit, tries to oblige. youāre not official or anything like that, but you let him take you on dates, and heās always trying to woo you in one way or another. he sends flowers when you work, he shows up to your place with food and drinks, he texts you every morning asking how youāve slept. itās everything you could have ever asked for, and you can really see how hard heās trying, but when kisses become heated, you always pull away before things can go any further. beomgyu tries his best not to show his dejection, but you always end up apologizing before he adamantly insists that heās more than okay with it. you appreciate his understanding because every time you think about going any further, you canāt help but remember the indelible scar that his previous betrayal left upon you.Ā
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christmas parties at beomgyuās, much like friendsgivings at taehyunās, are a tradition within your friend group. now that the tension with soobin and (most of) the tension with beomgyu is no longer there, you find that youāre actually really excited to gather again. you have no intention of revealing the nature of yourā¦ circumstances with beomgyu to everyone, though, and beomgyu will never say it for fear of making you uncomfortable, but it makes his heart ache. he can't really blame you for not wanting to be tied to him, but that doesn't soothe the pain in his chest.
secret santa takes place without a hitch. that is, until you open up your gift, which is a necklace with a pendant of a silver sun, and it is revealed that soobin got it for you. itās not the most expensive gift in the world, but it is uncommonly sentimental. many write it off as a pretty, but ultimately meaningless piece of jewelry, but beomgyu instinctively knows itās because of how so much of you resembles the sun. how could he not understand? youāre warm and nurturing, but itās unsettling to realize that youāre not his alone. he tries to tell himself that it's not the end of the world, but when soobin turns you around and gently clasps the necklace for you before smoothing out your hair, he can't help but feel like it is. thatās enough for him to excuse himself to his room, but youāre far too preoccupied with gushing over how much you love the gift to soobin to really notice.Ā
when he enters his room, he sits on the edge of his bed, placing his head in his hands with a groan. he shouldn't be feeling like this. he has no right to feel like this. you had already taken the time to explain that you and soobin are just friends, and you stressed that heāll have to be okay with that fact if he wants to be with you, to which he eagerly agreed; but he can't help but think that it's only a matter of time before you come to your senses and leave him to be with soobin for good.Ā
you two aren't even technically official, and your hesitance to be classified as such to your closest friends only shows him just how much you want that to continue to be true. what if he's just a pit stop in yours and soobin's love story? that seems like the most likely outcome. he can just see it now, you and soobin laughingly recalling your tumultuous history to your future kids. is beomgyu being dramatic? probably, but that doesn't stop his mind from running wild. why would you choose to stay with him when soobin, who's been devoted to you since the beginning, is right there?Ā
the door to his room opens, and he whips his head up in hopes that it's you coming back to him, so he can't hide his disappointment when he's greeted by chaewonās figure shutting the door behind her before she plops down beside him. his mood turns even more sour than it already was when he sees her.
āif you're here to laugh at me for how pathetic i am, i donāt want to hear it,ā he says bitingly. sheās quiet for a moment, as if sheās digesting his words, before she nods.
āyouāre right, you are pathetic,ā she deadpans. his temper flares, but before he can lash out, she continues. āyou look stupid just sulking here because your little girlfriend got attention from another man.ā
āh-how did you knāāĀ
āshe may be subtle, but you definitely arenāt,ā she snorts.Ā
āoh,ā he defeatedly replies with a laughably crestfallen look.
ādoesn't feel good, does it? seeing the person you love with somebody else,ā she asks snarkily. āitās one of the worst feelings in the world, if you ask me.āĀ
āand what the hell do you know about that?ā he spits. chaewon is one of the most spiteful and bull-headed people he knows. he can't imagine her being too broken up about supposed unrequited love.Ā
ābecause that's how i feel when i look at the both of you,ā she says matter-of-factly, as if she didn't just drop the bomb of the century. he knew that she was attracted to him, obviously, but he never knew her feelings ran any deeper than that. he sputters as he looks at her, but she cuts him off.
āi know you didn't know about my feelings, for real this time. i guess i'm a better actress than her, or maybe you just never cared enough to find out. whatever it is, i know it's hopeless, so you don't have to tell me.ā
āi'm sorry,ā he murmurs, but she just shakes her head.
āthanks, but your apology just makes me feel worse,ā she scoffs. āi donāt need or want the pity of the most pitiful person in the world.ā her words are undeniably harsh, but he can register the amount of hurt in them.
āi'm still sorry,ā he says. āi know how you feel, and i know it's really hard. i'm sorry for never noticing.ā his sincerity makes her calloused heart soften.
āyeah, it's hard; but for what it's worth, i think she loves you, too,ā she tells him.
āi really hope so,ā he replies with a sardonic smile before it melts into something more genuine. āthank you for telling me about your feelings. i'm sorry that i don't feel the same way, but i hope you find somebody who does.ā
āthank you,ā she says, more sincerely this time. āfriends?ā with this, she extends her hand for him to shake. he smiles at her gesture as he complies.Ā
āfriends.ā hesitantly, she pulls him into a hug. heās stunned for a second before patting her back in reciprocation. he canāt love her, but he can learn to appreciate her, which he has never done, even with all of her help. maybe heās becoming a better person because of you.Ā
as if on cue, the door opens the moment that thought is fully formed. heās relieved to see you for the split second before he realizes how this must look to you. he madly breaks away from her in a haste.
āit's not what it looks like!ā he exclaims, and chaewon tactfully rises and scurries out of the door before shutting it behind her, but you remain silent and rooted to your spot.
āi swear! it's really not what it looks like,ā he says pleadingly as he stands and grabs your hands, which you promptly smack away.Ā
āi just fucking knew this would happen,ā you spit. āi won't give it up to you, so you turn around and pull this shit ā is that it?ā
ān-no! seriously, weāre just friends! she told me that she had feelings for me, but i rejected her, and we said we would just be friends,ā he desperately explains. āi swear to god i would never do that to yāā he wants to continue, but the way your shoulders shake as you put your head in your hands stops him in his tracks.Ā
he hurriedly embraces you as he hears muffled cries escape your lips.
āiām so sorry, please donāt cry. it wasnāt what it looked like, i promise,ā he says as soothingly as he can muster, but that doesn't seem to stop your tears. he feels more and more helpless as you continue to break down in front of him, so he resorts to saying whatever he can think of to calm you down.Ā
āiām sorry, itās all my fault. i never shouldāve touched her. just don't cry, okay? i hate seeing you cry,ā he whispers as he draws circles on your back, pressing you closer to him. after a while, your sobs die out and your breathing becomes more steady.Ā
āa-are you okay?ā he timidly probes. you stare at him with eyebrows furrowed for a bit before you slightly nod. he purses his lips before continuing.
āare you going to leave me?ā he whispers, and he regrets asking as soon as the words leave his lips.Ā
it's okay if you're only indulging him in this would-be relationship because you pity him. it's okay if he's just a pit stop in your love story with soobin. it's okay if he turns out to be nothing more than a momentary distraction from the actual love of your life, just as long as you stay with him for as long as you can stand it. why would he question his place in your life? why would he ruin a good thing by making you tell him to his face that you don't want him? he should've just waited for you to figure it out on your own instead of forcing you to confront the true nature of your feelings for him.Ā
when heās met with nothing but your pensive silence, he speaks again.
āi-iām sorry i asked. i, um, i understand,ā he adds defeatedly.
āno,ā you croak.Ā
ān-no? what do you mean by āāĀ
āno, i wonāt leave you,ā you declare, a little bit more confidently this time.
āyou wonāt?ā he asks doubtfully, taken aback by this sentiment.
ādo you want me to?āĀ
āno! i-i just canāt believe it. why would you stay with me?āĀ
ābecause i think you love me. do you?āĀ
āof course!ā he exclaims.
āthen will you show me? how much you love me, i mean?ā you ask.
āh-how do you mean?ā
you look up at him and pull him by his collar so his lips meet yours, and his eyes widen before he melts into the kiss. he feels like heās floating as you move your lips against his, but he groans when you softly tug his hair, which allows you to snake your tongue into his welcoming mouth. thatās enough to replace the floating feeling with one of pure need. when you part, you're both gasping for air.Ā
āare you sure?ā he seemed so lost in the feeling before, but he looks nothing short of timid right now, endearing you in a way you previously thought was impossible.
āyes.ā
he gulps and guides you to his bed, firmly gripping your hand as if heāll lose you if he doesnāt hold onto you. carefully, reverently, he begins to undress you, making sure not to be too rough, juxtaposing how crass he was the first (and last) time you two did this. when youāre fully undressed, he shamelessly takes the view of you in. you subconsciously feel embarrassed and start to cover yourself, and he gently, but firmly, takes your arms and pulls them away from your shivering frame.
ādonāt hide from me. youāre beautiful,ā he whispers, before ducking down and pulling you in for a heated kiss. itās still gentle, but thereās more fire behind it than usual. eventually, he breaks away and quickly rids himself of his clothes, contrasting greatly with the tenderness he showed you as he took yours off. when heās finished, he kisses you again. this time, though, he doesnāt just stop at your lips, and he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck before he pushes you down onto the bed and finds his way down to your aching pussy.
he plants kisses on your open thighs until your legs are trembling and your core is glistening with anticipation. greedily, he takes one experimental, flat-tongued lick from your pussy and groans at your taste. he starts slowly ā licking stripes until his movements become a series of alternating between this and more focused licks to your folds and clit. eventually, he takes one of his fingers and prods at your weeping hole before pushing it in to the knuckle. he curls and teases until he finds your sweet spot with little effort.Ā
āo-oh,ā you sigh, but before you can get used to the feeling, he slides another finger in and repeats his movements, softly sucking on your clit as he does it. beomgyu tries to show restraint, he really does, but you taste so good that before long, heās practically hammering his fingers into you while he licks and sucks on your lower lips. youāre no match for his skilled tongue, so youāre falling apart more quickly than youād like to admit. you hold onto his hair for dear life, tugging a little harder than you probably should, but youāre in no state to control your harshness as you reach the end.Ā
āgyu, iām gonna ā oh, shit ā iām coming! iām coming!ā you cry as your legs buckle, tightening around his head against your will. he doesnāt pull away, however; he just lets you cage him in between your thighs as if he wouldnāt want to be anywhere else in the world. as you come down, he laps up your cum and removes his fingers to directly stick his tongue in your clenching hole. you think you might have to pull him off of you due to overstimulation, but he (reluctantly) does it himself before you can quite get there.Ā
he makes no move to clean himself up, and his expression is one of pure bliss, as if you were the one who just gave him the best oral of his life and not the other way around. he pulls you in for a heavy kiss, and you taste yourself along with the sweetness that is beomgyu. he tries to be patient, but he can't help but frantically line himself up with your entrance, poking and prodding his tip against your still-spasming hole as he takes one of your hands into his own while using the other to guide himself into you.Ā
āis this okay?ā he nervously asks. you nod. with a strained breath, he slowly begins to push into you.Ā
it's a struggle to push himself in, meeting resistance as you clench around him, pussy trying desperately to accommodate his length. your hand tightly grips his as you feel the almost unbearable stretch, and he soothingly caresses his thumb over your finger, shuddering as you take him in inch by inch. it feels even better than the first time, somehow ā you're even warmer and wetter than before. with labored breaths, he tries to keep himself from coming early as he feels you contracting around him. when heās finally completely sheathed in you, it's like puzzle pieces fitting together; things seem more right than they have since, well, the last time you two did this. you stay likeĀ that for what must be a long time ā just feeling each other in an act of pure intimacy as you both heave out labored breaths.Ā
āare you ready?ā he whispers, and after a few seconds, you nod. he shakily pulls out, feeling your pussy struggling to keep him in, and takes a deep breath before piercing you in one fluid motion, scraping against your g-spot with ease. you whimper at the sensation as he pulls himself out before ramming back in again.Ā
ārelax, baby. i know you can take me. you were made for me,ā he says soothingly as he sets his pace. he tries to take things slowly, but itās difficult when it feels like youāre sucking him in with every thrust. his words comfort you, and before long, you're melting into his touch.
āso good,ā he groans as he repeatedly hits your cervix. āyouāre so fucking perfect.ā all you can do is moan in response, feeling so detached from reality that the only thing chaining you to it is the way heās fucking you. your grip on his hand tightens until youāre sure his fingers are numb, but he makes no move to stop you. he even leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, which was meant to be mostly innocent, but it quickly devolves into your tongues and teeth clashing againstĀ each other as he snaps his hips into yours. you feel more than full as he stretches you out and pounds into you so deeply, you feel him in your stomach. you can only be described as lightheaded as he hits the deepest parts of you relentlessly, and you feel yourself getting closer to your climax ā causing you to let out an animalistic whine.
āshh, baby. iāve got you. just let go, okay?ā you have no choice but to oblige when he continues drilling into you. you couldn't stop even if you wanted to. it's only a few moments before your eyes are rolling backwards as you mercilessly clamp down around him. the feeling of you tightening on his length pushes him to his own end, and he moans out āoh, g-god, i love you,ā while he spills himself into you, shuddering as he does it. you feel his hot cum flooding your insides, eventually leaking out of your aching cunt as he slowly thrusts it into you. you stay like that, just joined together, for a long while.
with reluctance, he pulls out of you. you're both silent as he collapses on top of you and mindlessly toys with your hair.Ā
āi love you, too,ā you whisper.
āw-what?ā he shoots up and stares at you in disbelief, scanning your face in earnest.
āyou heard me,ā you reply.Ā
ācan you ā can you say it again? please?ā your purse your lips before responding.
āi love you, too.ā
he doesn't mean for them to, but his eyes well up with tears. he grabs you and flips you on top of him before locking his arms around you. your head rests comfortably against his chest as he pulls you closer and closer, nuzzling his cheek onto the top of your head.Ā
āi can't believe this is real,ā he whispers between his tears, and you can't stop yourself from smiling at the sheer amount of awe in his tone. āi'll be so good to you, you won't believe it.ā
āokay,ā you chuckle, in spite of yourself. what can you do other than believe him when he's so damn desperate?Ā
notes pt. 2: finishing this has most certainly been an uphill battle. i was writing like a few sentences a day for the longest time. still, i hope you all enjoyed this. i love you very much, my friends. also, please let me know what you thought about it (as long as it's not mean!)
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teeny tidbits: jungkook gets hurt during practice and the only thing y/n has in her backpack are miffy bandaidsĀ
āŗĀ pairing;Ā quarterback!jungkook x librarian!y/n
āŗĀ genre;Ā university!au!!! sfw!! soft soft fluff!! jungkook and y/n are so fond of each other wowowow it actually makes me physically nauseous please get a ROOM
āŗĀ wordcount; 1k
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āow!ā jungkook hisses, wincing as you dab against the scrape on his arm with a cotton ball thatās been drenched in a generous amount of warm water, āowā¦ā
āsorry, i knowā¦ā you mutter, trying your best to be as gentle as possible as you reduce your pressure (you were already going feather light but jungkook has always been a big baby with cuts and scrapes) and toss the soiled cotton ball aside before reaching for another one in the big plastic bag, āi canāt believe you guys donāt have a proper first-aid kit.āĀ
āitās taehyungās fault, coach asked him to restock it and apparently he completely forgot.ā jungkook snorts, glancing down at the rusty tin box sitting on the counter next to him - you managed to find it after about fifteen minutes of searching the changing rooms but you were more than disappointed when you opened the rusty old box to find practically nothing but dustĀ
but if this were a real emergency, jungkook would be bleeding out on the ground and all youād have to try to save your boyfriend is a single q-tip and one dried out packet of rubbing alcohol
luckily, you always carry a mini first aid kit with you in your backpack - last winter you slipped on a rogue patch of ice and ended up falling to the ground, your poor books sliding across the sidewalk and your palms all scraped up and bloody, so ever since then, youāve been carrying your little pouch with you in case of emergenciesĀ
gauze, bandaids, cotton balls, surgical tape, and some hard candies - you have it all!!Ā
āexplain to me again what the hell you guys were trying to do out there?ā
ātaehyung said that when one sense goes dark, the other ones become way stronger and we wanted to test that theory out-āĀ
āso you did this on purpose-ā you pause, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion, āyou blindfolded yourself and ran around the football field on purpose.āĀ
āi thought i had better instincts than this!ā jungkook gestures to himself, his kneecaps all scraped up along with a few scratches on his arms, āand my head hurtsā¦āĀ
watching jungkook run into the goal post full force wouldāve been comical if it werenāt for the fact that that was literally what happened - he ran full force into a damn goal post and thank god he was wearing a helmet otherwise he probably wouldāve knocked himself clean out
āi donāt wanna study anymore.ā jennie huffs, leaning back against the benches behind you guys as she props her elbows up on them, ācanāt we do something else to pass the time while theyāre practicing?āĀ
āi donāt wanna study anymore either, but weirdly enough this is the only time i can really concentrate.ā you shrug, keeping your eyes on your laptop as your fingers continue to dance across your keyboard, āis this the only google presentation the professor shared with us this week? i swear thereās another one-āĀ
āall you care about are google presentations and taking notes-ā
āitās coming up to finals season, of course all i care about are google presentations and taking notes-āĀ
KONK!
āoh, shit-!ā you look up when you hear taehyungās loud laugh travel over to where youāre sitting, your eyes squinting slightly when you notice that jungkook on the ground, āwait, that was kinda sick, actually, we should do that again-āā
āaw, gross!ā jungkook gets up from the ground and shakes himself off and thatās when you notice crimson smeared across his legs as he hobbles towards your general direction, taehyung trailing behind him, āyuck, thereās dirt and shit in my cuts-ā
āoh my god, jungkook!ā you slap your laptop shut and set it aside, grabbing your backpack and practically sprinting down the steps, āare you okay?! what the hell happened?!āĀ
and thatās how you ended up here - patching up your idiot boyfriend with nothing but miffy bandaids because thatās all the store was selling (it was miffy or hello kitty, and youāve always loved miffy) - and youāve practically used up the entire pack at this pointĀ
āi just think that you have to think about whether or not an idea sounds stupid before deciding to do it.ā you huff, tossing another soiled cotton ball into the bin before peeling open the thin wrapper for the bandaid
āwell, how am i supposed to know if an idea is stupid or not?ā
āyou didnāt think blindfolding yourself and running around a football field was stupid?ā
āno, i thought it was an innovative training technique thatās been undiscovered by coaches in the world of football!ā jungkook perks up, sticking a finger up into the air before shutting his eyes so that you can tend to the little scratch above his eyebrowĀ
you settle in between his legs from where heās sitting up on the counter and he instinctively reaches down to place both his hands a little above your waist before giving you a squeeze, āthank you, by the way.ā he says softly, and you canāt help help but smile before leaning forward to press a little kiss to the corner of his mouthĀ
āyouāre welcome. iām gonna need a new box of miffy bandaids because you literally used up the entire thing.ā you canāt help but frown as you place the last one on his brow bone, āon the bright side, you look really cute with miffy bandaids, so i donāt regret giving them all to you. but you seriously have to stop trying to kill yourself during practice.āĀ
āiām more of a hello kitty guy, to be so real.ā jungkook opens his eyes, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before pulling away, āand you worry too much about me.ā
āyou worry too little!āĀ
šļø ask y/n what kind of candy is in her first-aid pouch (talk to my characters!)Ā
š why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai, they miss you!)Ā
š« or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)
š or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!)Ā
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hii!! im the anon that requested that hyperspermia drabble <3!!
imagine izuku giving you backshots for the first time and heās so memorized by your ass jiggling he has to give it a little smack and have his big scarred hands on your low back, pushing arching you more so he can do deeper and see it jiggle more šµāš«šµāš«
bonus points is if heās a absolute mess while doing it, his hips just losing rhythm because feeling you jiggle against his pelvis, his ball slapping your sensitive clit and how much your squeezing him, heās losing his fucking mind šāāļø
(p.s, your now one of my favorite izuku writers <3)
- š©ø
I am so glad I'm one of your faves<3 it means far too much to me than you may think, you've simply become one of my fav anons just from the two reqs you've sent in; THEY'RE JS SO GOOD
Izuku loves having sex with you, it's such a heartfelt and beautiful thing. He truly believes when you're having sex it's not just something you're doing to chase after pure lust; it's a bonding ritual. Seriously, he takes this type of thing too seriously. Never to the point that it's unenjoyable because trust, he puts your pleasure first at all times.
Izuku just really thinks it's deeper than just feeling good. I mean he's literally entering your body, that has to mean something spiritually maybe, right?
However just because izuku thinks that way sometimes doesnt mean he has urges. Of course he does, he has the worlds most sensitive body and he can't help getting turned on when you so much as touch his neck.
He tried to hold off on them sometimes because he understands nourishing relationships is key to having long lasting ones, he doesn't want to scare you off with the consistency of sex.. but he just can't seem to help himself.
That's how you ended up on all fours head thrown back and ass throwing back against your boyfriend. Izuku loses himself in your cunt pretty fastly, he's been thrusting into you with hard thrusts of his thick cock harshly. His hands held your shoulders at first and he had his eyes squeezed shut from the very beginning, he knew he needed this.
His thrusts were quick and filled with need, he lets his eyes drape open slightly just to see how you were doing; y'know check up on you. It was never his intention to get hypnotized by the jiggles of your ass every time his pelvis met it. He got so fixated on it trying to speed up his thrusts to see it jiggle more, it got him off far more than he expected he couldn't take his eyes away.
Mumbling low groans and helpless moans, he squeezed the flesh on your ass causing you to moan biting your lips with a smile and small giggle, you slowed your body and gently ground your ass against his pelvis as he tried to continue jerking his hips into you, it got quite unrhythmic and unsteady he couldn't help whining at the lack of feeling from you only grinding.
Izuku was quick to try and have you bouncing on his cock again, he rubbed your lower back before harshly pushing you down into the pillows by your head causing a low sound to leave your mouth.
ā, mmph-!ā
ā, ām so sorry baby, ām sorry..ā hafta, need tā take it.ā
He started his movements up again, harsh quick and full of need and greed. Izuku couldn't contain the noises he tried to keep in to assure that he could hear you anymore. He let them all glow out freely as he quickly began losing himself more and more at the feel of your pussy squeezing him like a vice, the way you convulsed and twitched around his achingly hard cock, it sucked him in like it didn't want to let him go and that's all he could wrap his head around his eyes never leaving the repeated jiggle of your ass snd the faster his movements got the faster they got.
The way you arched your back into him your ass basically throwing itself on his dick had his mind spinning. With a groaned he couldn't help keeping his hands in your body letting them roam all over your moving body squeezing whatever he could that was there but he needed your ass.
Izuku was quick to let his deepest urges take over as he let a harsh slap fall onto your ass causing your body to jerk forward and a squeak to leave; he loved that. It's as if you tried to get away when it landed but arched deeper into him after. He wasn't a bad guy for doing it again right?
Your ass was red by the time he finished, chasing his own orgasm as he jerks his hips into yours. He still can't wrap his mind around everything your cunt gripping him tightly as he chokes on his breath, stuttering hips slamming into you at an unsteady pace causing him to nearly lose himself. He tried so hard to hold out for you; assure that you had a good time but you just had to speak when his mind was already turned to mush,
ā, cum fāme zuku? cum insideāa me...?ā
Your voice pitchy and quite whiney as well, it sounded more like a question and that's what turned him on so more, brought him closer to the edge. with a gutteral and broken moan he emptied his still jerking balls inside of you, his cum filling you literally completely. His cock was so sensitive and you were still tightening around it while he was cumming, literally milking his cock for all it was worth; and boy was it worth alot.
You could feel his milky cum reach your deepest depths, it felt as if it extinguished a fire that was inside, it made you hum out a sigh and gently throw your hips back against him, his hips stuttered inside of you causing him to moan loudly at the overstimulation.
Upon cleaning yourself up izuku ends up apologizing, in the moment he couldn't really think about anything else other than your ass he completely forgot about making you cum.
ā I'm so so so sorry, I'm so selfish I don't deserve youā please don't hate me, I can make it up to you!ā
Little did he know you came a couple of times, when he loses his mind he loses his composure and will to hold back as well he gets quite rough and completely throws everything out the window. You end up telling him how the ass smacking really turned you on and he turned so red silently asking you if you wanted him to do it more often.
Something tells you this won't be the last time you have good sex; because it's always good. lol
AN: this was a little different and honestly kind of difficult but it was so amazing, I hope it lives up to your standards I wrote this in one sitting bc I was so fixated on it, I've never been in such a vibe holy hell
#cvnts-post#mha#mha x reader#boku no hero academia#deku x reader#izuku x reader#izuku is so girlie pop#cvnts-reqs#izuku midoriya#izuku#izuku smut#izuku x reader smut#deku#deku smut#deku x reader smut#izuku midoriya smut#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku midoriya x reader smut#midoriya#midoriya smut#midoriya izuku#midoriya x reader#midoriya x reader smut#midoriya izuku smut#midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x reader smut#mha x reader smut#mha smut#one of my faves
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ąØ āÆ headcanons . nicolas alexander chavez x f!reader
a/n: i started watching monsters and MAN, i get the HYPE. here is some cute and a little spicy headcanons for y'all!!!
ā spontaneous AF
Nic would totally be the guy to text you like, āGet ready, Iām picking you up in 20,ā and then take you on some random adventure, like stargazing or getting ice cream at midnight. Literally boyfriend goals.
ā biggest hype man
Heās always like, āBabe, youāre AMAZING,ā even when youāre just, like, doing homework or surviving Monday. Heād make you feel like a literal queen 24/7.
ā obsessed with your music taste
Heād always ask for song recs and then add them to a playlist called, like, Songs That Remind Me of Her (AND HEāD ACTUALLY LISTEN TO IT).
ā puppy love vibes
Heād 100% suggest adopting a dog together because āitād be so cute, just like us,ā and then post pics of you two with the dog, captioned, āMy girls š«¶š».ā Like, STOP.
ā always touchy
Nic would hold your hand everywhere. Like, even if youāre just walking around Target, heād be holding it or wrapping an arm around you. People would literally gag at how cute you are.
ā so funny it hurts
Heād do dumb stuff like mimic your laugh or make up random nicknames for you, just to see you crack up. His goal in life is literally to make you laugh until you cry.
ā old school sweetheart
Heās SO that guy who shows up at your house with flowers ājust becauseā or plans a cute dinner date with candles, even if itās just takeout. ROMANCE IS ALIVE.
ā late night calls
Heād call you at like 11 PM and be like, āSo whatās on your mind?ā And then suddenly itās 2 AM, and youāre talking about your childhood dreams or your favorite foods. LIKE WHO DOES THAT? Nic does.
ā intense eye contact
Heād have this thing where he just stares at you with those gorgeous eyes, like youāre the only person in the room. And youād be like, āWhat?ā and heād smirk and go, āNothing, youāre just distracting.ā HELP.
ā that smirk game
He totally knows what heās doing when he hits you with that crooked smile. Like, youād be arguing over something dumb, and heād smirk mid-sentence, making you forget what you were even mad about. Itās unfair, honestly.
ā hand placement expert
Whether itās his hand on the small of your back when youāre walking, or casually brushing his fingers against yours before holding your hand, heās SO smooth about it. Like, boy, do you know what youāre doing? (He does.)
ā jealous but chill
Heās not like, possessive, but if another guyās flirting with you, heāll slide up next to you, wrap an arm around your waist, and be like, āHey babe, ready to go?ā in this low, confident voice. Dead.
ā his hoodie
Heād totally give you his hoodie when youāre cold, but low-key, he thinks you look hotter in it than he does. And then heād be like, āYouāre keeping that, right? It looks better on you anyway.ā STOP.
ā the way he kisses
Nic is a pull-you-in-by-the-waist-and-make-you-forget-your-name kind of kisser. Like, soft at first, but then when he gets serious? UGH. Youāre blushing just thinking about it.
ā voice drop
Heād get all close to your ear to whisper somethingālike a joke, or even just āYouāre so prettyāāand his voice would drop like 10 octaves. Youād be SHIVERING.
ā protective but subtle
Heād walk on the side of the street closest to traffic without saying a word or instinctively pull you closer in a crowded room. He wouldnāt make a big deal about it, but inside youād be like, āIām marrying this man.ā
ā that lowkey dominance
Heād be the guy to put his arm around your chair at dinner or rest his hand on your thigh while driving. Itās not showy, just this quiet confidence that makes you melt.
ā post workout look
When he shows up all sweaty from the gym with his hair messed up and his shirt clinging to him just right? Youāre DONE. And he knows it, too, because heāll smirk and say, āWhat? See something you like?ā
#nicolas chavez#nicolas alexander chavez#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#fluff#headcanon#feeling spicy#x reader#netflix monsters
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pretty girl
pairings: wednesday x fem!reader
word count: 3685
warnings: smut 18+. just lesbian sex innit (w receiving)ā (all characters are 18+)
summary: wednesday put together a little surprise date night, but, enid being enid, couldnāt keep it a secret
a/n: based on this request: āI love your writing and was wondering if you could make another smut fic with Wednesday? Maybe something sorta soft, honestly anything would do. Thanks!ā hope this is what you were looking for and thank you!! spent the day resting which gave me plenty of time to do this because my lilā anger issues of a dog bit my cheek after wanting my birthday cake š
MASTERLIST
The morning air is crisp as you walk across campus with Enid, her usual vibrant energy making up for your grogginess. You clutch your coffee tightly, half-listening as she chatters about the latest gossip in the werewolf pack.
āAnd then Ajax tried toāare you even listening to me?ā she asks, bumping her shoulder into yours playfully.
āBarely,ā you admit with a small smile, taking another sip of your coffee. āItās too early for full Enid mode.ā
āRude,ā she pouts dramatically before grinning. āBut fine, Iāll get to the point. Iām sleeping over at Yokoās tonight!ā
āWait, what?ā you ask, blinking at her. āWhy?ā
Enidās steps falter, and she looks away for a moment, biting her lip. āOh, uh, no reason!ā
You narrow your eyes at her, immediately suspicious. āEnidā¦ā
āItās nothing!ā she insists, waving her hands defensively. āTotally normal, just, uh, bestie stuff. You know, girl talk, vampire-werewolf bonding, that kind of thing.ā
You raise an eyebrow. āYouāre a terrible liar.ā
She groans, throwing her head back dramatically. āFine! But you canāt tell Wednesday I told you, okay? Sheād literally kill me. Like, for real this time.ā
Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Wednesday. āWhat does she have to do with this?ā
Enid hesitates, looking torn. āUgh, okay, fine,ā she blurts out, lowering her voice conspiratorially. āSheās planning something for you tonight. Like, a date night or something. She told me to clear out so you two could have the dorm to yourselves.ā
A warm, unexpected blush creeps up your neck. āWaitā¦ Wednesday planned something? For me?ā
Enid nods, her grin widening. āYup! And let me tell you, sheās been stressing about it all week. She even glared at me less than usual yesterday, so you know itās serious.ā
You canāt help but smile, your heart fluttering at the thought of Wednesday going out of her way to plan something for you. āThatāsā¦ actually really sweet.ā
āRight? But donāt tell her I told you, okay?ā Enid warns, gripping your arm. āShe swore me to secrecy and gave me this whole creepy āIāll bury you aliveā speech. Classic Wednesday.ā
You laugh, shaking your head. āDonāt worry, your secretās safe with me.ā
āGood. Because I value my life,ā Enid says with mock seriousness before breaking into a smile. āBut seriously, Iām happy for you guys. Sheās got a soft spot for you, you know.ā
Your smile grows as you think about Wednesday, her deadpan expression softening ever so slightly when sheās around you, the way her hand lingers in yours when no oneās looking. āYeah,ā you say quietly, more to yourself than to Enid. āI know.ā
As the two of you reach the doors to your next class, you canāt help but feel a little giddy. Whatever Wednesday has planned, you know itāll be something only she could come up withāquiet, dark, and maybe a little macabre. And you canāt wait to see what sheās put together.
ā
The afternoon sun filters through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow across your desk. Your fingers absentmindedly tap against the surface as you try to focus on the teacher's droning voice, but your thoughts keep drifting to Wednesday and the surprise she has planned for you.
Despite your best efforts to keep a straight face, a small, giddy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You sneak a glance at Wednesday from the corner of your eye, trying to gauge her reaction.
To your surprise, she's already staring at you, her dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. Your gaze meets hers, and you quickly look away, feeling your cheeks heat up under her intense scrutiny.
"You," she says flatly, her voice cutting through the monotony of the lecture. "Are you feeling alright? You seem... distracted."
You swallow hard, your mind racing for an excuse. "I'm fine," you manage, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. "Just thinking about the assignment."
Wednesday raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. Her gaze bores into you, as if she's trying to read your thoughts.
You squirm in your seat, suddenly feeling like a bug under a microscope. You can practically hear Enid's voice in your head, warning you not to blow her cover.
But it's too late. Wednesday's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her face before she schools her features back into a neutral expression.
"Ah," she says slowly, leaning back in her chair. "Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out."
You bite your lip, wondering if you should press further. But before you can open your mouth, the bell rings, signaling the end of class.
Wednesday stands abruptly, gathering her books without another word. She brushes past you, her shoulder bumping against yours in a way that feels almost like a dismissal.
You watch her go, your heart sinking. You've blown it, haven't you? Ruined whatever surprise she had planned.
You scramble to your feet, nearly tripping over your chair in your haste. Your backpack slips off the desk, scattering your belongings across the floor.
"Wednesday, wait!" you call out, your voice echoing in the now-empty classroom.
You chase after her, weaving through the throng of students in the hallway. Your heart pounds in your chest as you catch up to her, reaching out to grasp her arm.
Wednesday whirls around, her dark eyes flashing with irritation. "What?" she snaps, her voice sharp.
You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. "I... I'm sorry," you manage, your voice coming out smaller than you intended. "I didn't mean to ruin your surprise. I just... I couldn't help myself."
For a moment, Wednesday just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, her shoulders slump slightly, and she lets out a sigh.
"You're impossible," she mutters, but there's no real heat behind her words.
You blink, taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor. "I... I know," you say softly, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. "But I meant what I said. I'm sorry."
Wednesday is silent for a moment, and then she nods, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Fine," she says, her tone grudging. "But don't think this means you're off the hook. You owe me one."
You grin, relief washing over you. "I can live with that," you say, your voice light and teasing. "So... are you going to tell me what you have planned, or do I have to guess?"
Wednesday rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in her gaze. "Guess," she says simply, before turning and walking away, leaving you to follow in her wake.
ā
You stand outside Wednesday's dorm room, your hand hovering over the doorknob. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.
Despite your earlier promise to keep quiet, you can't shake the nagging feeling that you've ruined whatever surprise she had planned. You glance down at your uniform, suddenly self-conscious about your appearance.
"Get it together," you mutter to yourself, giving your skirt a quick smoothing. "She's not going to bite."
With a final nod of determination, you raise your hand and knock on the door. The sound echoes through the empty hallway, making you wince.
Silence greets you for a moment, and you wonder if Wednesday is ignoring you. But then, the door swings open, revealing Wednesday standing in the doorway.
She's changed out of her school uniform, now wearing a simple black dress that falls to her knees. Her hair is loose, tumbling down her back in dark waves.
For a moment, you're struck dumb, your brain short-circuiting at the sight of her. She looks... pretty. Soft. Nothing like her usual sharp edges and icy demeanor.
Wednesday arches an eyebrow, her lips twisting into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" she asks, her voice dry.
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. "No," you manage, clearing your throat. "I just... I didn't expect you to look so..."
You trail off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence without sounding like a complete fool. Wednesday's smirk widens, and she steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.
"Come in," she says simply, before closing the door behind you with a soft click.
You step into Wednesday's dorm room, your eyes widening as you take in the scene before you. The furniture has been pushed to the sides, creating a large open space in the center of the room. Soft, ambient lighting casts a warm glow over everything, making the room feel intimate and cozy.
In the middle of it all stands Wednesday, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable. She's holding out her hand to you, a silent invitation.
"What's all this?" you ask, your voice coming out a little breathless.
Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile. "I'm going to teach you how to dance," she says simply, her tone matter-of-fact.
You blink, taken aback by her words. "Dance?" you repeat, feeling a little foolish. "Like... ballroom dancing?"
Wednesday nods, her dark eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "Yes," she confirms, her voice dry. "Like my parents do. It's a family tradition."
You feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of Wednesday's parents, of the life she leads outside of Nevermore. It's a side of her you've never seen before, and the idea of being a part of it, even in a small way, makes your stomach flutter.
"I... I'd like that," you manage, stepping forward to take her hand.
Wednesday's fingers are cool against yours, her grip firm and steady. She pulls you closer, her body mere inches from yours.
"Good," she says simply, before beginning to guide you through the steps.
You stumble a little at first. But Wednesday is patient, her instructions clear and concise. Slowly, you begin to find your rhythm, moving in tandem with her.
As you dance, you can't help but notice the way Wednesday's eyes never leave yours. There's an intensity there, a depth of emotion that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"You're doing well," she murmurs, her voice soft. "Just follow my lead."
You move gracefully in Wednesday's arms, your body reacting instinctively to her guidance. The fabric of your black trousers brushes against her dress as you spin, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.
Wednesday's gaze is intense, her dark eyes boring into yours with an unspoken question. You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart races at her proximity.
"You're a natural," she murmurs, her voice low and intimate. "I knew you'd be good at this."
You duck your head, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "It's easy when I have a good partner," you manage, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile. "Is that so?" she asks, her tone teasing.
You nod, your gaze flickering down to her lips for a brief moment before meeting her eyes again. "Definitely," you confirm, your voice barely above a whisper.
Wednesday hums, her fingers tightening around yours. "Good," she says simply, before pulling you closer, your bodies now just inches apart.
You can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils. Your breath hitches, your pulse pounding in your ears.
"Now," Wednesday says, her voice low and husky. "Let's try something a little more... challenging."
She steps back, her hand leaving yours. You feel a momentary pang of loss, your fingers aching to touch her again.
But then Wednesday begins to move, her body swaying to a beat only she can hear. She extends her hand, a silent invitation for you to join her.
You hesitate for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest. But then, with a deep breath, you step forward, ready to follow wherever she leads.
You take Wednesday's hand, her fingers cool and strong in your grasp. She pulls you close, your bodies pressing together as she guides you into a new dance.
This one is more sensual, the steps slower and more deliberate. Wednesday's gaze never leaves yours, her dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
You move together, your bodies swaying in perfect sync. The world around you fades away, until there is nothing but the two of you, lost in the rhythm of the dance.
Wednesday's hand slides up your arm, her fingers trailing over your skin. You shiver at the contact, your nerve endings igniting with each touch.
"You're doing well," she murmurs, her lips barely brushing against your ear. "Keep going."
You nod, your body responding to her commands without hesitation. You've never felt so in tune with another person, so utterly in sync.
As the dance comes to an end, Wednesday pulls you into a final, tight embrace. You can feel the heat of her body against yours, the softness of her breasts pressing into your chest.
For a moment, you're frozen, your heart pounding in your ears. You know you should pull away, put some distance between you. But you can't bring yourself to move, not when Wednesday feels so perfect in your arms.
Slowly, tentatively, you raise your hand, your fingers brushing against the silky strands of her hair. Wednesday's eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Y/N," she breathes, your name a prayer on her tongue. "I..."
Your heart races as Wednesday's breathy voice caresses your name. In this moment, suspended in time, the world seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you, hearts beating as one.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, you lean in closer, your forehead resting against hers. Your hands slide up to cup her face, thumbs gently stroking her high cheekbones.
Wednesday's eyes flutter open, dark and filled with a vulnerability you've never seen before. Her hands come up to rest on your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.
"I..." she starts, her voice barely a whisper. "I want..."
But she trails off, unable to finish the thought. Instead, she closes the remaining distance between you, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that steals your breath away.
You melt into the kiss, your body molding against hers like it was made to fit. Wednesday's lips are soft and warm, moving against yours with a desperate hunger.
Your hands slide into her hair, tangling in the silky strands as you deepen the kiss. Wednesday makes a soft noise in the back of her throat, a sound of pure need.
Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the taste and feel of her. The rest of the world fades away, leaving only this moment, this connection.
When you finally break apart, you're both breathing heavily, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Wednesday rests her forehead against yours, her hands still gripping your waist tightly.
"That was..." she starts, her voice rough with emotion.
"Perfect," you finish for her, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Wednesday hums in agreement, nuzzling her nose against yours. "I've wanted to do that for a while now," she admits, her tone shy.
You chuckle softly, your fingers carding through her hair. "I'm glad you did," you murmur, bringing your lips to hers once more.
As you kiss, you know that this is just the beginning. The start of something new, something beautiful and terrifying and utterly intoxicating.
Wednesday's hands slide down to your hips, her fingers gripping your waistband tightly. With a sudden tug, she pulls you flush against her, your body pressing into hers.
You gasp at the contact, your hands flying up to grip her shoulders for balance. Wednesday takes advantage of your momentary distraction, walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed.
With a soft push, she sends you tumbling onto the mattress, her body following yours. You land with a bounce, your breath knocked from your lungs as Wednesday settles on top of you, her weight pinning you in place.
"Wednesday," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. "What are you..."
But your question is cut off as Wednesday captures your lips in another searing kiss. Her tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch of you with a desperate hunger.
You moan into the kiss, your hands sliding down to grip her hips, urging her closer. Wednesday grinds against you, the heat of her core seeping through the thin layers of fabric separating you.
Wednesday breaks the kiss, her dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath. She sits up, straddling your hips, her hands resting on your chest.
"I want you," she whispers, her voice low and husky. "But we don't have to..."
You reach up, cupping her face in your hands. "I want this," you assure her, your thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "I want you."
Wednesday nods, her gaze never leaving yours. Slowly, she leans down, pressing her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.
Your hands slide down her back, settling on her hips. You guide her movements, encouraging her to grind against you. The friction is delicious, the heat building between your legs.
Wednesday gasps into your mouth, her hips moving faster, more urgently. You can feel her growing wetter, her arousal soaking through your clothes.
You break the kiss, panting heavily. "Let me," you plead, your voice rough with desire.
Wednesday nods, shifting off of you. You sit up, your fingers trembling slightly as you reach for the hem of her dress. With a swift movement, you pull it over her head, tossing it aside.
She sits before you, clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her, her pale skin flawless in the dim light.
You lean forward, pressing reverent kisses along her collarbone, down the swell of her breasts. Wednesday shivers, her fingers tangling in your hair.
Your hands slide down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her panties. With a gentle tug, you pull them down her legs, leaving her bare before you.
You take a moment to drink in the sight of her, your gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. Wednesday flushes under your attention, her thighs pressing together shyly.
"You're so beautiful," you whisper, your voice filled with awe.
Wednesday shakes her head, her dark hair falling in waves around her face. "I'm not..." she starts, but you silence her with a kiss.
Switching positions, you lay Wednesday down on the bed, your body covering hers. You capture her lips in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of her.
Wednesday moans softly into the kiss, her hips arching up to meet yours. Your hands slide down her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra.
You break the kiss, your lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. Wednesday gasps, her fingers digging into your back, urging you on.
Your hand slides down her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties. Wednesday's breath hitches, her thighs parting slightly in invitation.
You dip your fingers beneath the fabric, finding her slick and ready for you. Wednesday whimpers, her hips bucking into your touch.
Your fingers glide through Wednesday's slick folds, finding her sensitive bud. She gasps, her hips jerking at the sudden contact.
"Y/N," she breathes, your name a prayer on her lips.
You circle her clit with teasing strokes, reveling in the way her body responds to your touch. Wednesday's thighs tremble, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.
Slowly, you slide a finger inside her, groaning at the way her walls clench around you. Wednesday is so hot, so tight, so perfect.
You add a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slick heat. Wednesday's head thrashes on the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure.
Your thumb finds her clit again, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. Wednesday's hips buck wildly, her body chasing the release you're so eager to give her.
"Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible. "I need..."
But she doesn't finish the thought, her body arching off the bed as you curl your fingers just right. You can feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around your digits.
With a final twist of your wrist, Wednesday comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. You hold her through it, whispering words of praise and encouragement.
As she comes down from her high, you press soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin, murmuring your love and devotion. Wednesday clings to you, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
In this moment, the rest of the world fades away. There is only the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of love and passion.
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You wake to the sound of the door opening, your eyes fluttering open to find Wednesday still asleep beside you. For a moment, you simply lie there, taking in the sight of her.
Her dark hair is fanned out across the pillow, her face relaxed in sleep. Your gaze travels down her body, tracing the curves and dips you explored so thoroughly the night before.
The door swings open fully, revealing a surprised Enid standing in the doorway. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene before her - you and Wednesday, tangled together in the afterglow.
"Oh," she breathes, her cheeks flushing pink. "I... I didn't know you two were..."
You sit up quickly, pulling the covers up to your chin. Wednesday stirs, her eyes blinking open in confusion.
"Enid?" she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.
Enid clears her throat, averting her gaze. "Sorry," she says, backing out of the room. "I'll just... I'll leave you two alone."
The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you and Wednesday in a tense silence. You glance at her, unsure of what to say.
But Wednesday just sighs, turning to face you. "Well," she says, her tone dry. "That's one way to start the day."
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Underlying the anger, though, Soap recognizes pain. A deep, swelling pain that lingers just behind his eyes. His fingers tremble around the familiar pendant, the memories that flood into his frail mind a silent reminder of what was. Of who he was forced to leave behind, courtesy of Roba and his ruthless men.
"Answer me, Soap! Where did you get it!?" He demanded again. Soap just looked into his eyes a long moment, taking mental note of how he used his call sign instead of Johnny. He missed the familiar Johnny that would fall from his lips in the normal times.
"Tommy. Tommy gave it to me." He saw no point in lying to the man. He's been locked up for ages, unable to converse, unable to release the pains and the sufferings of being kept here in this awful place. "You remember Tommy, right?"
Tommy. Ghost hadn't spoken to him in ages, but he still remembered the lad. The wonderful memories from their years of youth, the pain they'd endured together, the despair from their horrid father, if you could even call him such a thing. Tommy, his poor younger brother, the one he needed to protect, who was now trying to protect him. He always knew the younger man was intelligent.
Ghost softened ever so slightly, giving way to Simon. Only for the ones he cares for will he let himself through. He dropped the pendant, hitting the cement floor with a heavy clink. It dropped open, revealing the memoria inside. A picture of Tommy and Simon, younger of course, sat together with huge smiles, Simon's arm around his younger brother, holding him close. A wonderful memory, it seems.
"Si'. Price is comin' to get us out o' here, a'ight? I promise. Tommy knew somethin' was up. Ye can thank the bugger when we get back to safety, aye?" Johnny broke through his thoughts, gracing a gentle hand over one of Simon's trembling ones, wrapping his fingers around cold, calloused ones.
All Simon can do is nod. He's at a loss for words. He's been through so much these past few months, he can't find it in himself to put up any more of a fight than he already has. He drops like a fly, curling up against Johnny. It's unlike him, but the Scot isn't complaining. He's just glad the man didn't wring his throat.
Despite the situation, it's almost..peaceful. Almost.
They still need to get out.
And get out they did. There was plenty of bloodshed, a few casualties and a ton of hard work, but they did it with the help of the rest of the team. Before leaving the cell, though, Soap- Johnny had tucked the pendant into Simon's breast pocket, so he can quite literally keep it at heart. Simon was too beaten to complain.
He'd go on to make a full recovery from his numerous injuries. He went to go see his mother and brother first, ensuring they were both perfectly okay and to reassure them both that we was alive.
Then he went back to the team. Price kept him for the first few days of extended recovery, talking with him slow and ensuring he got all the care he desperately needed, despite his protests. He took good care of him. Then he went off to Gaz, who made him good food and ensured he rested enough. Much like Price, only a little more leaneant and joking with him. He watched movies with him. Then came Soap. Soap was more gentle, more...tentative. He was afraid he'd crossed a line in the cell at Roba's compound in bringing Simon the pendant, even if it got him out in the end. He couldn't risk breaking Simon's trust.
Simon didn't think that way, though. Although he mostly kept quiet, he had reason to. He was too caught up in admiring Johnny being careful and gentle with him that he'd forgotten to speak most of the time. He just wanted to embrace the man, his Scot. His everything. He was too busy admiring how Johnny and Price and Gaz And Tommy had gone through thick and thin, had fought tooth and nail just to drag him out of a literal pit. And Johnny had sacrificed himself just to get through to Simon. Not Ghost, but Simon. He was a keeper for sure.
After a lengthy silence between him and Simon, Johnny spoke his mind. "I'm sorry, Si', I didnae mean ta hurt yer feelin's or anythin', ah just-" he was cut off.
"Johnny, shut up."
He paused, choking on a breath of silent fear. "..What?"
"I told you to shut up. You're being too hard on yourself."
"I'm sorry?"
"Why won't you just shut up and kiss me?"
The room fell silent. Johnny's heart rate picked up, and he couldn't think straight any longer. Why had the British bastard waited so damn long for this? Why now? He didn't complain, though, and he did.
Simon sat up on the sofa slightly, and Johnny stared down at him, contemplating if his lieutenant was serious or not. If he was just pulling his leg. That thought evaporated when Simon pulled the Scot onto his lap, uncaring of his current, healing injuries, and stole his lips in a soft, longing kiss. It lasted a while, before Johnny pulled away a moment to speak, slightly breathless.
"You're still healin', ye dumb bastard," he muttered, eliciting an eye roll from Simon below him. He spoke in response. "I don't care."
And they stayed that way a while, comfortably in the other's embrace. Price and Gaz walked in a few hours later to drop of trays of food, finding Simon comfortably crushing Johnny beneath him, both contentedly asleep against one another.
They left them in a comfortable silence and left the food on the coffee table beside them.
Everything was alright again.
barely-baked idea but i thought someone may be Interested. so, a take on that āwhere did you get this?ā sort of moment with ghoap, but in the context of ghostās backstory
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when ghostās family receives the news of his death, itās devastating. after heād done so much to piece them all back together again and carve out the rot of their father, simon doesnāt get to reap the rewards of what he sowed.
except, tommy doesnāt believe it. doesnāt believe his brother was killed in mexico. heās so adamant, in fact, that he does some digging into simonās old army contacts, the ones simon once said he could actually trust, and comes across a john price. and, subsequently, a john āsoapā mactavish. tommy manages to convince price that simonās still alive, though it doesnāt take much work since price has also been suspicious.
fast forward, thereās a plan to have soap captured by roba, just long enough to not be suspicious, just long enough to verify simonās status and tell him of a plan of escape, an operation to destroy the cartel. tommy gives him something, maybe an old locket necklace of their motherās, as reinforcement to reassure simon that soap can be trusted.
only, simon finds the necklace before soap pulls it out himself to explain. and he gets angry, and lashes out at soap, who doesnāt understand why until heās trying to relieve a heavy pressure from his throat and the necklace is thrust into his face, simon growling the first words soapās heard him mutter since his time in captivity: where did you get this?
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anyway thatās as far as i got because like i said. barely-baked. i am open to anyone taking this and running with it as per usual lol
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Something that has really bugged me about season two is Jinx's hallucinations and PTSD. It magically disappears when Silco dies, save for two scenes. I remember when people on reddit were literally making jokes about the writers going this route because it would be so stupid.
One of the things I loved about season one was the realistic depictions of mental illness that you just don't see often in media. I don't know what it is like to experience schizophrenia, but I have experienced PTSD and paranoia, and seeing how it was represented in Arcane was actually one of the things that helped me through it.
And then season 2 comes around and they just completely neglect this side of Jinx.
PTSD isn't a switch that can magically be flipped off. Recovery is a slow and gradual process. In absolutely no world would Jinx killing yet another family member cure her of her conditions, it would make them 10 times worse. Not to mention just before killing him she has an extremely severe psychotic episode, which would only make forgetting her trauma even more difficult since it was just brought up fresh in her mind.
And what even about the end of s1 was it that healed her? I genuinely have no idea, because she finally chooses Jinx only to once again go back and forth between Jinx and Powder in season two, because apparently all that buildup for her final decision was for nothing.
She does experience two hallucinations (I'm not going to count the jail silco thing in act three because what even was that?) when she sees enforcer Vi and when Sevika talks about the attack at Vander's statue, but suddenly that is all that triggers her?
In season one, just seeing Vi, or even someone who looks like Vi triggers her. But now when Vi is literally trying to capture and possibly kill her she is fine, it's only the mask that bothers her? Wasn't that her worst fear, that Silco and Sevika were right, that Vi only wanted to stop her? And she is constantly triggered by Cait in season 1 but not 2?
And then there was the insulting ending, where jail Silco tells Jinx to 'break the cycle' (something he would absolutely never do) and Jinx finally finds redemption by literally killing herself after Isha kills herself in what is framed as an act of heroism (and if Jinx actually didnt, than what even was the point of that scene?) What happened to Ekko trying to stop Jinx from doing that? What happened to Silco having Singed revive her to save her life after she attempts to take it? Or Jayce and Viktor talking each other out of it? Or Silco choosing to keep fighting rather than give into the "peace in water"?
On purpose or not season 2 frames suicide as a glorious, edgy, perhaps even necessary thing and it's disgusting.
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Alastor With A Seemingly Innocent S/O
-He wonders how the fuck youāre in hell
-like, someone as perfect and sweet and kind as you? No chance.
-until you tell him how you brutally murdered a huntsman and hand to hand strangled his three dogs after killing your boyfriend.
-coincidence? I think not.
-Alastor knew this story sounded awfully familiar but couldnāt quite place what it was he remembered about it.Ā
-anyways
-Alastor would try to change how he acts, especially around you.
-so no killing or maiming when his s/o is around.Ā
-the only time your not your sweet, innocent little self is when Angel Dust drags you into a terf war or something.Ā
-then hes laughing and cheering you on from the sidelines.Ā
-As you know, Alastor loves to dance and sing.
-so expect him to turn on some swing jazz and quite literally sweep you off your feet in the middle of the lobby.Ā
-lots of spinning, dipping, and side stepping.
-heāll also sing along to whatever is playing, too.Ā
-if its a slow song, expect to be held close to him as one of his hands clasps tightly to yours and your chest is pressed against his.
-his other hand will wrap around your waist as he hums along in your ear.Ā
-but this kind of dancing normally only takes place behind closed doors and within the comfort of your shared room.
-speaking of rooms, he would love it if youād stay with him at night.Ā
-he doesnāt sleep a whole lot, so make sure he gets the well deserved rest he needs.Ā
-heāll hold you close while petting your hair or running his hands up and down your arms to help you fall asleep.
-in the most non-creepy way possible, he loves to watch you sleep.
-he finds it so wholesome and heart warming that you choose to lay next to him every night.
-Alastor has never been a huge fan of sex, but when its you, he canāt help himself.Ā
-especially when heās in a rut. He almost always cant keep his hands off of you.
-as much as he cant, he loves to breed you
-he constantly praises your body and loves the bump that forms at the bottom of your tummy when he fills you up.
-saying things like ādarling, you take me so well, gonna fill you up so niceā like AHHHHHHH
-aftercare is a given. Heās an old timer, he knows how to treat a woman.
-expect to be carried into the steamy bathtub as he crawls in next to you and scrubs you clean.
-pda is a little iffy with Alastor.Ā
-he could either be all over you, a hand on your waist, shoulder, or arms linked 25/8
-OR he could have a no touching day (which you are completely understanding to)
-i think you would deny his request of proposal many times.Ā
-maybe you are trying to redeem yourself and you dont want to hurt him if you do end up going to heaven.
-but either way, you ended up saying yes, and the wedding was held at the hotel with minimal guests.Ā
-im sure he would invite rosie and mimzy, too.
-who both absolutely adore you
-rosie ends up being that of an older sister to you
-mimzy is just kindaā¦there.
-you dont like her very much.
-on top of it all, he loves you so very much and wont be afraid to show you just how much.Ā
-he would do absolutely anything to have his way, and if someone (like Vox) were to get in his way, heād make sure it wouldnt happen again.
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