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tfwbluu · 2 days ago

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PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader

WARNINGS — no plot, sub!riki & dom!reader, pegging, reader referring her strap-on as cock, reader’s older; noona kink, overstimulation/edging, pet names; lots of good boy & pretty boy, handcuffs, some slapping, oral (f. rec), size kink; belly bulge, raw sex (stay safe!), face riding/sitting, some nipple play, cockwarming, some very light aftercare.

WORDCOUNT — 3.9K

NOTE — i just love sub riki so bad ( ꩜///꩜;)⁭ ⁭!! i couldn’t help myself but indulge myself in this despite me almost losing my mind over how i wanted to go w it but here it is . . . might be a bit rushed but idk anyway.

It had been a few years since you and Riki started dating, and your relationship had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Your sex life was, for the most part, ordinary—fulfilling, yet nothing out of the box.

Riki, who had been shy in the beginning, gradually grew confident and usually took the lead. You’d always assumed he preferred being the dominant one, something you were perfectly fine with. Most of your intimate moments followed that dynamic, and it suited you both well—or so you thought.

It was a quiet Saturday evening, the kind where time seemed to stretch lazily. You were lounging on the couch in nothing but a pair of panties and Riki’s oversized hoodie, playing with your phone and enjoying your day off.

That's why it completely caught you off guard when your pretty boyfriend suddenly tugged at the sleeve of your hoodie. His expression was shy, cheeks flushed a soft pink, as he looked up at you with those big, innocent eyes that made your heart flutter. He was kneeling in front of you, his gaze filled with something needy, paired with the cutest pout on his lips. In your hand, you held the strap-on he had given you.

You blinked at him, processing the scene in front of you. “Riki,” you started softly, your voice laced with amusement and curiosity. “You do know what you’re asking for, right?”

He nodded quickly, biting his lip as his gaze flickered down to the toy in your hand and then back up to your face. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with longing.

You couldn’t help but smirk at how adorable he looked, his usual confident demeanor nowhere to be found. “Since when were you this needy?” you teased, reaching out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the soft skin as he leaned into your touch.

“It’s only for you,” he murmured, his words making your chest tighten and the heat pool in your core.

“Well then,” you said, your voice soft but firm as you straightened up your posture, towering slightly over him. “If that’s the case, you’ll have to be good for me. Can you do that, baby?”

“Yes… yes, I can,” he stammered, his cheeks burning even redder as he glanced up at you, utterly at your mercy.

He was practically begging, his lips pushed out in that irresistible pout, making him look like a sad little duck. A part of you wanted to kiss him right then and there, but that thought was quickly overshadowed when he whispered his next words.

“Won’t you take care of me, Noona?” His voice was soft, almost innocent, as he rested his cheek against your knee. A wave of heat rushed through you, settling deep in your core.

“Mm...? You want Noona to take care of you?” you cooed, gently stroking his cheek, your thumb ghosting over his lips.

“Please…” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm, his breath warm against your skin.

“Then strip for me, baby,” you commanded, watching as he stood up, carefully taking his time as he slipped out of his clothes. His eyes stayed locked on you, a glimmer of tease dancing within them. Meanwhile, you calmly adjusted the strap, ensuring it sat snugly.

Now bare before you, his breath hitched as you motioned him closer with a flick of your finger. Obediently, he sank back onto his knees, his body trembling slightly with anticipation. With a firm yet gentle touch, you tilted his chin upward, forcing his gaze to meet yours.

The stark contrast between his bare vulnerability and your still fully-clothed figure sent a wave of heat coursing through him. His cock twitched, already oozing with arousal, betraying just how much the dynamic excited him.

“Is this what you want, baby?” you teased, brushing the tip along his flushed cheek. He parted his lips instinctively, eager to take what you were offering.

“Ah-ah, patience,” you murmured, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him back slightly. A soft whimper escaped his lips at the pull, sending a shiver of satisfaction through you.

“Please, need you so bad…” he whined, his voice trembling with desperation as he kneeled before you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide, pleading.

“My, you're so needy,” you mused, running the tip over his soft lips, your smirk growing as he kissed it without hesitation. “Are you always this desperate for my cock, baby boy?” His eyes flickered with desperation as he nodded, lips parting ever so slightly, his breath warm against your skin.

“Then be a good boy for me,” you whispered, your voice laced with authority. “Go on, show me how much you want it.”

Riki moved with ease, his lips brushing over the tip with delicate attention. He started slow—too slow for your liking—so you tangled your fingers in his hair, guiding him further down the toy with a firmer grip. A soft whimper escaped his lips, but he didn’t resist, surrendering completely as his warm mouth enveloped more of it. His eyes fluttered shut, a delicate blush spreading across his cheeks, the soft, muffled sounds he made filling the room. A thin trail of spit clung to the silicone, glistening under the light, evidence of just how much he wanted to please you.

“You’re making such a mess…” you teased, running your thumb along his flushed cheek, making him open his eyes gently.

You watched intently as he took in the whole toy, his breath hitching with every inch. It was slightly bigger than his own length, if your guess was right, and the way his body adjusted to it was mesmerizing.

His face was flushed, his breath uneven, and the way he looked up at you—eyes hazy with desire, mouth slightly parted with a faint trail of drool at the corner—made your heart skip a beat. He sucked onto the toy with newfound fervor, entirely caught in his own daze, surrendering himself completely to your control.

Just when he seemed fully lost in you, you abruptly pulled the toy away, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to the tip. A small whine of protest escaped him, his pout deepening as he looked up at you with longing. Before he could voice his frustration, you slapped his cheek, the motion enough to make him still. Then, cupping his jaw, you tilted his head upward, making him meet your gaze.

“Shh, no whining,” you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes. “Good boys don’t whine.”

“‘M sorry, Noona… ngh!” His lips parted in a quiet apology, but all that came out was a needy little sound as your fingers ghosted over his skin, flicking and fondling with his nipples gently. The way he twitched under your touch sent a thrill through you. Pulling him into a sweet kiss, you silenced his whines, letting his soft, needy sounds melt into you.

“Let’s move to the bed, yeah?” you suggested, breaking the kiss and guiding him toward it. Once there, you gently pushed him down, his wide eyes meeting yours, uncertainty flickering across his face as he reached out but hesitated.

“Noona…” he whispered, eyes searching yours.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to his trembling fingers.

“Did you prep beforehand?” you asked, your voice was gentle yet teasing as you reached for the bottle of lube at the bedside drawer. Squeezing some out, you carefully coated it around the strap-on, the motion slow and careful. With a playful grin, you swiped a bit onto his hole, making sure it was well-coated.

Riki nodded shyly, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, anticipation clear in his gaze. His fingers curled into the sheets, his breath hitching as you positioned yourself against him.

“Oh, but before that…” you murmured, mostly to yourself. Reaching for a pair of cuffs, you carefully secured them around his wrists, locking them to the headboard. “You’ll take it like a good boy, right?” you said with a satisfied grin.

“This is unfair…” he pouted, his lips forming an adorable frown at the feeling of being restrained. But his protest vanished the moment your hands settled on his waist, the tip of the toy finally prodding his entrance.

“You were the one that wanted this, baby, so let me take care of you without you interrupting me, hmm?” you murmured, brushing a hand over his thigh, spreading his legs apart before meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk. “Just let me know if it’s too much, alright? You know the word,” you reminded gently, finally pushing into him, making him moan as you filled him up.

“Fuck… yes yes yes, Noona~!” he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure, not giving him much time to adjust, you began thrusting. “Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, you like it when I fuck into you like this? Love it when I fill you up, mhm?” you teased, your hips snapping into him with a relentless rhythm.

“Mhm… Noona… you feel so good inside me, ah!” he babbled, his voice laced with need. His cock, flushed a deep red and twitching with need, throbbed painfully as his hips instinctively bucked into the empty air, silently pleading for attention.

Your gaze finally drifted to his neglected arousal, watching as it slapped against his stomach with every involuntary movement. Without a word, you brought your hand down sharply, delivering a quick slap to his cock that made him jolt and let out a broken gasp.

“Poor thing,” you murmured, your fingers wrapping around his length with a feather-light touch as you began stroking him slowly.

The contrast between your relentless thrusts and the gentle care of your hand on him sent him reeling, soft whimpers spilling from his lips as he quivered beneath you. “O-oh… mhmm~ fuck—Noona!” he murmured, his voice unsteady.

“Such a good boy for me, taking me so well, mhm?” you whispered softly into his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. You pressed a trail of delicate kisses down the curve of his neck, pausing to leave faint, possessive marks on his tender skin. Your hips and hand continued their steady rhythm, drawing the prettiest sounds from him.

His breath hitched, and his entire face flushed a deeper shade of red, the blush creeping up to his ears. He tilted his head slightly, exposing more of his neck to you as if silently begging for more of your touch, completely lost in the bliss you gave him.

When you pulled back slightly to admire him, his glossy eyes met yours, and he immediately looked away, biting his lip to suppress a shy smile. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the combination of your relentless movements and tender words making his blush deepen.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you cooed, tucking a strand of his messy hair away. The compliment only made him squirm under your gaze, his cheeks burning even brighter. “Don’t hide from me now,” you teased, gently guiding his chin back so he couldn’t escape your adoring stare.

“Y-You’re too much,” he mumbled shyly, though his voice betrayed how much he loved the attention. His blush only made you lean in to kiss his flushed lips gently, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way he trembled under your touch.

He suddenly felt a knot tightening in his stomach, the heat building rapidly as he teetered on the edge. His breathing grew uneven, and his hands tugged against the cuffs, desperate to ground himself.

“‘M so c-close… please, Noona, let me cum, pretty please,” he pleaded gently, his hips instinctively moving against your hand.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me,” you commanded and it didn’t take long before his release spurts out coating his abs and your hands.

“Y-yes, oh fuck..!” he mewled, his hips stuttering as he tried in vain to squirm away from your endless ministrations.

“That’s it… what a good boy,” you teased, coaxing every last drop out of him.

He mumbled countless “thank yous,” his voice soft and breathy, finally relieved from the overwhelming high. His brief moment of relief didn’t last long, though, as you resumed teasing him. Keeping the strap-on still buried inside him, your fingers began to playfully rub his sensitive tip, drawing out more desperate whines from him.

“Noona, stop—ah, ’m s-sensitive!” he whined, squirming beneath your touch. You ignored his pleas, continuing to stroke his tip as he writhed in sensitivity. “Mmph… p-please! Too much!” he whined breathlessly.

"I’m barely even touching you, love," you teased, giving his cock a few light slaps before resuming your slow strokes. He writhed beneath you, his body betraying him as he moaned uncontrollably. "It seems your body is speaking louder than your words, baby. Look at you, fucking up into my hand like you’re begging for more."

Your movements were subtle, your hand barely stroking him, but his hips did all the work, driving against your touch in desperation. His restrained whimpers turned into broken cries, the intensity building with each passing second.

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the restraints as his body tensed, overwhelmed by the relentless sensations. He squirmed helplessly, unable to hold back as his release finally hit him. With a sharp gasp, his cum spilled out in messy, hot trails across his skin, leaving him trembling beneath you.

“There you go,” you cooed, your tone both soft and teasing, slowing your strokes to a stop as he twitched beneath your touch. “I knew you had it in you.” You smiled down at him, composed and satisfied, while he struggled to catch his breath, his flushed face a picture of exhaustion and bliss.

You finally pulled your strap out of him, his soft whine at the emptiness tugging at your heart as you set it aside. Slipping off your panties, you freed yourself from its confines, letting out a sigh of relief. Gently holding his chin between your fingers, you tilted his face up to meet your gaze.

“Want a treat?” you asked softly, your voice laced with playful affection.

He nodded obediently, his wide, eager eyes fixed on yours, but that wasn’t enough for you. With a sharp slap to his cock, you watched as he flinched, a desperate whimper leaving his lips. “Use your words, baby,” you demanded, your tone firm.

“Y-yes, please, noona,” he stammered, his voice trembling with need, his blush deepening as he squirmed under your gaze.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Slowly, you moved to hover above his face, spreading your folds apart with your fingers, revealing just how much you needed him. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, his lips latching onto your clit. His tongue worked with practiced ease, swirling and sucking as he savored your sweetness.

The room was filled with the melody of your soft moans and the wet, rhythmic slurping of his mouth, accompanied by his muffled hums of satisfaction. His hands twitched slightly in their restraints, his fingers curling as if longing to hold onto you, desperate for any sense of closeness. You rocked against his face, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he gave so willingly.

“That’s it, pretty boy,” you murmured breathlessly, your fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your grip tightening slightly on his hair and the headboard as you watched him eagerly work his tongue, completely focused on pleasing you. “Enjoying yourself?” you teased, amusement lacing your tone.

“Mhm…” he mumbled, unable to form a full response as you ground desperately against his mouth, his cheeks flushed pink from both effort and the attention you were showering him with.

“Oh, fuck, yes… c’mon, baby, make me cum on that pretty face of yours,” you instructed, your voice breathless yet commanding.

Your words seemed to spark something in him, his determination intensifying as his lips and tongue moved with precision. His eyes stayed locked on yours, studying your every reaction, undeterred by your hand tugging at his hair. Your hips stuttered against his face, grinding instinctively as the knot in your stomach tightened, signaling your release.

“Fuck…!” you cried out, your climax washing over you in waves, your juices coating his lips and chin.

He didn’t waste a single drop, eagerly lapping up every bit, savoring your sweetness with a satisfied hum. As you came down from your high, your breaths were heavy and uneven. Moving off him gently, you brushed your thumb over his swollen lips, cleaning the remnants of your release.

“Need a break? Or can you take one more for me?” you asked gently, your fingers carding through his hair as you pressed soft kisses along his skin, your touch tender.

“One more... ‘ts okay...” he muttered, his voice slightly dazed, but the affirmation was clear in his tone. His eyes were half-lidded, still lost in the sensations, but he was eager to please you once again.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing soft kisses along his flushed skin. Moving to straddle him, you steadied yourself with one hand on his chest, hovering just above him. Guiding him carefully, you lowered yourself onto his cock, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside you.

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped your lips as his tip nudged deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. Your head tilted back slightly, your lips parted in pleasure. “You fill me up so well,” you praised softly, your voice trembling with need.

You began to move slowly, rolling your hips to savor the way he stretched you perfectly. Your hands instinctively moved the hoodie up to rub over the slight bulge in your stomach, a teasing smile curving your lips. “Look at that,” you murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction, “such a huge cock for me to use…” You rolled your hips slowly, savoring every inch of him, your tone laced with playful dominance.

“Just for you,” he managed to breathe out, his voice shaky and strained, his eyes locked onto you, utterly captivated by how stunning you looked on top of him. His gaze flickered to the way your body moved, the way you arched, and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

Biting his lip hard, he tried to hold himself together, but the overwhelming sensation was too much. His hands clenched tightly against the restraints, his knuckles white with effort. “Please, noona…” he whimpered, his voice barely audible, thick with need and desperation, trembling beneath your every movement.

“Patience, baby,” you cooed, your tone teasing but affectionate as you leaned in closer. “Let me savor you just a little longer.”

You took your time, moving slowly and purposefully, soaking in every moment while your eyes admired his flushed face and trembling body. Riki let out a small frustrated whine, but the pleasure coursing through him was enough to keep him from protesting further. It felt too good for him to do anything but let you have your way.

“Noona.. p-please… Can you move faster?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper, the slight pout of his lips making him look even more endearing.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you replied, finally moving faster. Both of you moaned in pleasure, the sounds of your arousal and wet skin slapping echoed loudly against the walls, filling the room with heat.

You leaned down to kiss his lips gently, your hands resting on his chest as your fingers teased his sensitive nipples. You could feel his hips bucking up to meet your movements, instinctively chasing his release. His desperation only made you smirk, watching how he completely surrendered himself to you, his body trembling and needy under your touch.

Your face stayed close to his, your breath mixing with his as you whispered, “I know you’re close, baby. Let’s cum together.”

With one final push, you sat with him deeply nestled inside you, your walls clenched tightly around him, pushing him over the edge as he spilled into you, his warmth filling you completely. You continued with slow, gentle movements before finally pulling away, watching with fascination as his release dripped from you.

“Ah… so messy, baby,” you murmured, scooping a mixture of your releases onto your finger and holding it to his lips. Without hesitation, he obediently sucked it clean, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded.

You leaned down to kiss him softly, your lips brushing against his as you shared a tender moment, tasting one another as your hands worked to release the cuffs around his wrists. The moment they were undone, Riki’s arms shot up to wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you close, as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

As your breathing steadied, you nestled your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your back, his warmth a soothing contrast to the earlier intensity.

“You okay?” you asked softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

Riki smiled, his eyes filled with a rare softness. He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I’m okay, angel.” His voice was hoarse but tender, brimming with affection. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “Fuck, you’re so hot. Can we do that again sometime?”

You rolled your eyes, mockingly huffing, “Fucking pervert. I knew you weren’t such a dom. How long have you fantasized about me domming you, huh?”

He smirked, his gaze playful. “Now, now, my angel, that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, you wanna clean up?” you offered, shifting slightly to sit on his lap again.

Riki hummed thoughtfully, pulling you closer. “Hmm… we can do that later. But for now…” He trailed off, his intentions clear as he guided himself back into you, his tip brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ngh… why are you so huge?” you whined softly, your body melting into him as he adjusted your position, laying you down beside him with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against your forehead. “But you love it, angel. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Mhm… sure,” you murmured teasingly, your voice laced with contentment.

“Let’s nap first and clean up later,” Riki grumbled, already feeling the soreness in his legs. “I can’t believe this is what you feel like after I’m done with you.”

“Hah, payback,” you replied smugly, smirking against his chest.

He groaned playfully, burying his face in your neck. “Shh, sleep, or I might just take you again right now.” He punctuated his words with a gentle thrust, making you yelp softly.

“Hmph, as long as you know you’re actually just a yearner and a good boy for me,” you teased, tracing your fingers over the faint marks you’d left on his neck.

“Yes, yes, I am,” he admitted with a soft groan. “Now, are you satisfied enough? I’m actually tired.”

You giggled as he pressed light kisses across your face before claiming your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

“Mhm,” you hummed, melting into his warmth. “Love you.”

“I love you so much more, angel,” he murmured, holding you even tighter.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, as the rest of the world faded away. Peaceful, content, and completely entwined, neither of you wanted the moment to end.

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vmlnrzmp4 · 2 days ago

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nsfw

a/n: this was a request. it was a bit embarrassing to post but i left shame back in 2024 so without further ado, enjoy<3

the bathroom door opened rather too loudly. too hurriedly. itoshi sae entered, seeing you sitting in the empty bathtub—your eyes hazy, your lips parted, your hair messy and your hand down to your panties—you were wasted.

you were in one of the rooms at the party, getting shots after shots till you got drunk and needy.

sae, tho your ex, rushed to find you the moment he got to know about your state—knocking on every door in the house till he found you there. "i'm taking you home," sae said in a firm voice as he walked in.

you pouted, "go away," you say childishly but that doesn't stop him as he warns you that he'll have to manhandle you out if you don't listen to him. to which you counter by saying that you will scream if he doesn't listen to you.

he runs his hand over his face, coming over to you and crouching down—almost giving up convincing you. he himself had a few shots but his was right in his mind(atleast that's what he thinks), sitting by the little stool, "what are you doing y/n?" he asks, a hint of pink coating his cheeks as he sees where your hand is.

"nothing," hiccup "nothing you should be worried about," hiccup "now go away or enjoy the show. i don't care," you say, rubbing yourself even faster and faster and faster.

"stop it y/n," he says firmly, reaching for your hand but oh, you already came all over your fingers.

giggling, you give him a mischievous look, "wanna taste?"

"you're out of your damn mind."

"maybe i am," hiccup "that doesn't answer my question. do you wanna taste or no?" you laugh giddily.

there was a silence. and maybe the shots of alcohol made sae feel something he couldn't put a finger on, "...give me that damn hand."

you snickered as he takes your middle and ring finger into his mouth, licking them clean. "can you send in some guy," hiccup "i wanna get eaten out."

sae looks at you in disbelief, "you're gonna regret this next morning y/n."

you laugh saying you regret nothing—saying that what happens will happen. you don't really care. you've left the shame back in to the time where you and sae used to date.

"i have one request i want you to fulfil, itoshi sae," hiccup "bring someone in."

the thought of some other guy getting his hands on you alone pissed sae off. pissed isn't even the right word. whatever emotion it was—jealousy perhaps—made sae pick you up from the bathtub bridal way, making you yelp.

sae settles you down at the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you, rolling your dress upwards till he has a perfect sight infront of him—the panties you wore on had a dark wet patch at the centre thanks to your own fingers.

before he could dive his head in between your thighs, you held onto his hair, tugging back, "not you."

"...not me?"

"not you." you hiccup again. then again as you say, "you're not my boyfriend anymore."

sae reaches for your hand that rested on his head, kissing the knuckles, "y/n...let me."

you were starting to sober up but the fire inside you didn't die down, "fine." with your permission, sae exhaled in relief as he places multiple kisses and occasional bites on the inside of your thighs, trying to mark you as his possession.

he slides your panties to the side, letting out a throaty hum at the sight of your pretty wet pussy, "fuck," he breathes out. without waiting much, he attaches his lips to where you needed him the most.

with his tongue, he drew little tight circles, zig-zags, figure eights, and every pattern he knew that would get you off—as he was basically making out with your pussy.

you keep squirming and whimpering—moaning his name and even the nickname you would call him when the two of you used to date. he groans at that, the vibrations on your pussy puts you over the edge and without warning, you come undone on his tongue, without him knowing.

and when you do so, you fall back on the bed, giggling to yourself, so tired, closing your eyes, on your way there to the dreamland.

you don't care—or even have the strength to complain about the overstimulation by the ministrations sae is providing you with.

when he's finally satisfied, he looks up at you but you were already fast asleep. sae sits besides you on the bed, running a hand through his hair, panting as he looks at your vulnerable figure.

you don't belong in her life anymore.

a voice echoed in his head.

she deserves better.

another one said.

sae gets up from the bed, fixing himself. one step, two step, three step...more steps and he'll be out of your life completely.

so he halts himself, turning around to you. you were carelessly sleeping. a drool rolling from your mouth to your cheek as you snored lightly—this elegant sight of you that sae loved dearly.

how can you walk back into her life like nothing?

"i can," he counters, making his way to you. adjusting your dress so you're not uncomfy. he pulls the duvet—covering you with it.

she deserves better.

"she deserves me."

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bqstqnbruin · 21 hours ago

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Always the Bridesmaid

I'm interrupting my regularly scheduled programming (again)(please read this series) with a fic that I came up with when I was writing a happy ending for @laurenairay, which, considering that is weird for me, I had to balance out the universe with this fic instead.

This is reader insert and for the most part the reader is gender neutral, but does present societally more feminine (mention of doing their hair and makeup, wearing a dress).

Have fun!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, I was mean to Quinn

WC: 5528

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You were always told falling in love with someone would take every part of your heart and have you give it to someone else. Falling in love was supposed to be a whirlwind of joy, sadness, anxiety, excitement, fear, happiness, pain, and bliss. Your parents made you believe that loving someone meant your life would change, hopefully for the better, and you would be able to share your life with someone who wasn’t supposed to leave.

He told you he was taking you out for dinner, to be ready when he got home. You knew you were going to one of the fancier restaurants in town, taking special care to do your hair so not a strand was out of place, do your makeup just the way you liked it, and wearing your favorite outfit that you took the time to steam the wrinkles out of so that you didn’t look like you had spent the entire day rotting on the couch, even though you did.

You knew what he was going to ask.

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“What are you doing right now?” Quinn’s head pokes through your bedroom window, your boyfriend climbing into your room, trying not to laugh as he struggles to bend the right way to make it through without getting hurt.

You turn the page in your book, not bothering to look up. “I’m in the middle of taking over Poland,” you deadpan as he makes his way over to your bed, plopping himself down at your feet. “One day, you’re going to break your leg or something doing that.”

Quinn’s bedroom in your respective family’s lake house’s was opposite yours, allowing the two of you to see what the other was doing whenever the curtains were open. Since you were younger, that was your signal to each other that they could come over. You thought it would involve using the front doors, but Quinn took it as an excuse to truly act like a twelve year old, despite being older than that, and makeshift a ladder from the tree that was right there.

He grinned at you, leaning against the wall and starting to fiddle with the fringe of the blanket sitting at the foot of your bed. “I want to go do something.”

“We haven’t even been here for seventy two hours and I’m pretty sure you’ve been active for seventy of them.”

“Please,” he whines, leaning over so that his body is parallel with yours. You try to ignore him as you attempt to focus on your book, feeling his eyes practically pierce your shin. “I want to go for a walk.”

“If you can scale the side of this house, I’m sure you can do that just fine.”

“I want company.”

“You have two brothers.”

“They’re asleep.”

“We both know if either of them wanted something from you, they would not hesitate to wake you up.”

“But I want you to come with me.” You put your bookmark in to save your space, giving him an unimpressed look. “Please? How often do we get to do things where it’s just us?” He takes your hand in his, the calluses on his hands from using his stick in his driveway back home without his gloves surprisingly soothing to you. You roll your eyes, Quinn nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder as you can’t help but smile.

You pull him off the bed, your book all but forgotten, Quinn trailing you like a love-sick puppy.

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You got ready way earlier than you needed to be, anxiously pacing around your apartment you shared with him. You could see him in every corner; it was his apartment first that you had eventually moved into. The furniture was all his, the decorations that were there were chosen by someone he paid rather than the two of you picking it out yourselves like you wanted, even the books in the bookcases weren’t ones you picked; half of them were just for show, those coffee table books on topics you didn’t care about, but looked impressive to those who didn’t know either of you.

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“This is how you decorate?”

You roll your eyes at him as he flops on your bed. As usual, Quinn was being no help to anything, but it was your first time being with each other since you left for college. “I’m going to be here for a year, why do more?”

“You don’t even have a picture of us in here.” He sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. He kisses the top of your head, you letting your eyes flutter closed as you exhale against him, curled into his chest.

“My roommate keeps bringing guys back,” you tell him. “Four of them would see a picture of you and ask me to send you their highlights.” Quinn burst out laughing, throwing his head back and sending a shiver through your body. You missed hearing him in person, being with him and being able to touch him.

You missed him.

You pull away from him slightly to kiss him, his hands tightening, bunching up your shirt in his fists. Thank god your roommate was away this weekend.

“Leave room for Jesus,” one of your friends barges in, Quinn practically launching you off him. You could feel the heat rush to your face, convinced it was visible from space by the smirk on the intruder's face. “Party tonight at Kappa house.”

You exchange a look with Quinn, trying to get a read on his face before looking back at your friend. “Ok?”

“Are you two coming?”

Quinn shrugs, leaning back on your bed, the hem of his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of skin that made your heart race. That stupid smirk on his face told you his answer. “Sure.”

Your friend squeals, launching into talking about you borrowing clothing, getting ready, making sure all three of you look as fantastic as possible for what was all, apparently, your first college frat party.

Two hours later, you were in a different room down the hall, pre-gaming, cringing as your friend thrust a shot of rosé wine into your hand, immediately following it up with raspberry vodka. You nearly gagged after downing the combination that never should have existed, looking at the disgusted look on Quinn’s face that mirrored your own. “I wish I never drank that,” he sputters out, sticking his tongue out as if the air around him would get rid of whatever that lingering taste was.

“I’m never drinking vodka again.”

Quinn shrugs. “You never liked it much anyway.” You look at him for a second, not sure if you were unable to see the connection he was trying to make because you genuinely didn’t know, or if the horrible alcohol was somehow already fogging your brain. “Remember a few summers ago when some of our hockey friends came up to visit? They brought vodka and you hated it.”

“Was that the night I fell asleep in your bed and your parents freaked out when they found us?”

“It was the night you fell asleep in the bathtub with Jack, actually.”

You cringe, biting your bottom lip, wishing that he hadn’t brought that night up. Nothing happened between you and his brother, but it was easy to see why Quinn was annoyed at the sight of the two of you. Actually, you remember telling him nothing happened, because nothing did. So why did he get mad at it? “Why would you bring that up?”

Quinn shrugs, turning his attention to the group of guys cheering on another as he shotgun a can of beer. “Just made me think of it.”

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He texted you that he was downstairs, ready to pick you up, just as you agreed he would do that morning. He was late coming back from practice, letting you know that he took the time to get ready at the practice facility so he wouldn’t have to come up and do it.

You felt yourself exhale, the anxiety in your chest dissipating ever so slightly. Him being downstairs gave you more time before you had to see him.

You didn’t want to see him.

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“I want to see you, though.”

You roll your eyes, thankful that Quinn called you instead of Facetimed you, knowing he would get upset over your reaction. You were having this conversation for the fifth time now, Quinn begging you to come see him when you told him it wasn’t possible. “I have four exams this week and I have a job interview. I need to be here.”

“Where’s the job?”

You hesitate for a second, trying to figure out if you should lie or not. “New Jersey.” Quinn doesn’t say anything. “Q?”

“I thought you were applying for jobs here?”

“I am,” you say quickly, “But I need a job after graduation, regardless of where it is. I can’t move to Vancouver if I don’t have a job, too.”

“I can take care of both of us.”

You let out a loud sigh, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. “I don’t want you to have to ‘take care of me,’ Quinn, I can do it myself.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to.”

“And what happens if we break up?” you snap. “What happens when you and I aren’t together anymore and I have nothing because you controlled everything? I’ll have no job, no experience, nothing to fall back on and I’m screwed.”

Quinn doesn’t say anything for too long, your heartbeat getting faster with every second he was silent. You didn’t know you were afraid of that. “You think we’re going to break up?” he finally asks, his voice barely audible.

“Quinn,” you start.

“No, no, it’s fine. You’re right. You don’t want to bank on us being together forever.”

“Quinn,” you try again.

“Hey, I have to head to the arena, and you have to study. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line goes silent before you can say anything else. You check the time, taking into account the time difference. You knew Quinn’s game-day schedule. He still had two more hours before he had to leave.

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You get downstairs, seeing your boyfriend leaning against his car. He was in a suit, one you hadn’t seen before. He bought a new one for tonight. It fit him well; you could see the curve of every part of his body, every crevice that you knew by heart, everything that was stashed in his pockets outlined. You could see the box in his pant pocket.

He was looking down at his phone, a lock of his hair falling into his eye without even hearing you coming towards him. That sight of him used to make your heart skip a beat.

He finally looks up, the grin on his face growing with every step you took towards him. He shoves his phone in his pocket, pulling you in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed to yours, you praying he doesn’t notice the slight sweat you felt forming over your entire body.

He opens the car door for you, running around to get into the driver seat and take you into the city.

“You are gorgeous,” he breathes out, his hand resting on your thigh as he drives.

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You stare at your phone, praying that someone would email you or call you. If you watched your phone enough, you could will them into getting back to you, right?

“You’re next,” your cousin’s hand finds your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin. “God, ok.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, putting your phone down and getting in the makeup chair. The person your cousin hired to do the bridal party makeup was talking to you about what you wanted, you barely paying attention while your mind wandered, trying not to be rude and check your notifications every time your phone screen lit up.

“What’s with you?”

You look to your left, the makeup artist turning your head back toward them. “I’m supposed to be hearing back from that job,” you tell her.

“So why do you look like you want to throw up?”

You hesitate, a text from Quinn showing up on your screen to let you know that he was almost ready to head to the wedding venue.

“Because it’s my dream job, but,” your voice trails off. She eyes you, the look on her face burning a hole in the side of your face. “It’s not in Vancouver.”

She nods. “So it’s not near Quinn.”

“It’s in New Jersey.”

“Are you going to take it if you get it?”

You exhale. The job was everything you wanted; in the field you studied in college, in a great place where you didn’t have to spend what felt like millions on rent, the people seemed great, the benefits were perfect.

It was just in the wrong country.

“You know what? You’ve just graduated, we’re getting ready for my wedding, and your boyfriend is out there probably thinking about the day that this is the two of you, instead. Relax.”

Before you could give an answer, it was time for you to get your hair done, your cousin being whisked away by the photographer to start getting some pictures taken. You didn’t even have an answer.

Your phone buzzes, another text from Quinn, a new email in your inbox.

You don’t check it, your thoughts lost in the whirlwind that became getting ready to join your cousin to walk down the aisle to who was supposed to be the love of her life.

The bridal party ahead of you starts to enter, your cousin behind you pacing while the music continues to play. She calmed you down before when she was the one who was supposed to be anxious. What could you do now?

You walk forward, the aisle seeming much longer than it did during the rehearsal dinner considering you were now in much higher heels, with makeup that you hoped wasn’t running down your face from the heat you felt.

You catch Quinn sitting by himself, the smile on his face making your heart skip a beat.

You felt yourself calm down, all the worries you had melting away as you headed toward the altar.

You wanted to be walking toward him, to see him waiting for you, ready to tell everyone you cared about that you wanted to be together forever.

The entire wedding went by in a blur, your conscience focused entirely on you picturing yourself with Quinn standing at the altar.

When you finally get the chance to check your phone on the way to the reception, the email notification sits on your screen, unanswered. You open the app, your heart racing.

‘Good morning, we are pleased to offer you the position…”

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The two of you fall into mundane conversation once you’re seated. He had asked for a table away from everyone, off to the side where the two of you had privacy, just as the two of you had liked it. You felt awkward being in the middle of any restaurant; he hated having people stare at him because they were sure they knew who he was and spent the entire time gaping at him once they realized who he was.

He asks about your day, about your job.

You relay to him the events of the day, just as you did every single day the two of you had time to sit down and eat together. It was the same conversation every time, yet he seemed to love to hear about it.

“I remember when I was excited about this job.”

“Do you still want to quit?”

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“How do we manage this?” Quinn’s voice comes through your phone, an exasperated plea.

You hesitate, trying to figure out what to say. “I have no clue,” you admit. “Do we try long distance?”

Quinn sighs, the sound of his car starting up in the background. “We’ve been doing that for the last four years. Do we really want to keep doing it like this?”

Silence comes from you again, this conversation going exactly how you thought it would; neither of you sure what you wanted to do.

Your dream job made you an offer that you couldn’t refuse. Your boyfriend was on the other side of the continent in another country. You couldn’t do both.

“It’s that or we aren’t together anymore.”

“Are you sure you want to take this job?” Quinn’s voice cuts you off before you can say more.

“Quinn.”

“Is this job this important to you? Did you try to look for something near here?”

“You know that it is and you know that I did,” you reply, your tone getting defensive. “I’m supposed to be meeting my friends tonight and I still need to get ready,” you lie to him, giving yourself the best out you could. “I’ll talk to you later.”

You pace around your apartment, pulling up the email chain with the offer letter attached. It was everything you could want. It just wasn’t close enough to the person you wanted.

You end up falling asleep on your couch, waking up in pain from the angle you somehow thought was comfortable the night before, with someone pounding on the door to be let in. Your phone starts buzzing, your brain barely functioning to register anything other than the time, almost noon.

“I’m coming, calm down,” you rasp, hoping the banging would subside. “Quinn?”

“I can’t have this conversation with you over the phone,” he barges in, pushing past you.

“How did you get here?”

“I took the first flight out.” He sits down on the couch you were just asleep on, making no comment of your obviously disheveled state. “We can’t break up. I love you and I don’t want us to break up.”

You sit down next to him. “I love you, too.”

“Do you want to break up?” he asks, panic in his voice. You study him for a second, knowing that the silence you were giving him wasn’t settling him in any way. He was clearly exhausted; his skin was more pale than normal, his hair poking in every direction possible. The bags under his eyes were darker than you had ever seen him, and you’ve seen him after he pulled an all nighter for a final, running only on energy drinks, french fries, and pure hope that he would pass the exam that morning.

“I don’t want to,” you start, your voice trailing off. “But, Quinn, this job.”

“Marry me.”

You jolt back. “What?”

“Marry me. Don’t worry about the job. You don’t have to worry about anything. I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me.”

“Quinn,” you scoff, a laugh bubbling into your voice. “We can’t get married.”

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“You could easily find a job somewhere else, though, right? If you wanted to?” he asks.

You nod. “But it was already overwhelming trying to figure everything out when I first started. Do I really want to do that again?”

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“How are you settling in?” Quinn’s question made your heart ache, the first time you’re talking to him since you moved only able to be a few minutes over Facetime. “Has Jack helped you?”

You let out a laugh. “You know he’s only helped eat my food.” Quinn’s laugh matches yours, a tightness in your chest at the sound. “I miss you.”

Quinn lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. “I miss you, too.” Both of you stare at each other in silence for a moment, you looking away to pretend to continue unpacking. You were still trying to find everything in the boxes you hastily packed up, the start date your job provided you only giving you a week to pack and find a new place. Everything was in unlabelled boxes and just thrown together, meaning you were finding multiple pairs of underwear mixed into a box of dishes and books. “I wish we didn’t have to break up.”

You feel a sob creeping up your throat, the same sentiment you had being verbalized by the one person you wished didn’t feel the same. If this were a clean break, everything would be so much easier. If it were a clean break it would be easier to get over and move on. If it were a clean break, then you wouldn’t have what you were sure was a permanent pit in your stomach telling you that this was the wrong choice.

Before you can answer, someone knocks on your door. “Um, I’m gonna go. I think that’s Jack or Luke. They said they were going to come and help today.”

“Tell them to behave.”

You force a smirk through the tears that were brimming in your eyes. “We know they won’t.” You say your goodbyes, the tears finally falling down your cheeks when you open your door. “Oh, Nico,” you sniffle, Jack and Luke’s teammate standing in your doorway without the two boys who were supposed to be there.

Nico’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?” he takes a small step towards you, gently resting his hands on your arms. His attempt at comfort sends a shiver through your body, the attempt to hide your physical recoiling at his touch unsuccessful. It wasn’t one of disgust, it was more out of shock. “Sorry.”

“No, no,” you tell him, tugging his sleeve to pull him into your apartment. “I’m just,” you hesitate. Telling an attractive guy that you were crying over your ex seemed like a bad idea. Especially when that ex is the brother of two of this guy's closest friends. “I’m overwhelmed from unpacking.”

Nico nods, looking around at the mess of boxes that are cluttered in what is supposed to be your living room. “When was the last time you ate?”

You stop and think, checking your phone to see it was closer to dinner than any other normal meal time. “Yesterday?”

“Come on.” Nico holds out his hand to you, ignoring the uncertain look on your face. “Jack and Luke asked me to come because they’re doing god knows what, and we both know dealing with them when you’re hungry is going to end up with one of them dangling from that window by their sock.”

You can’t help but laugh knowing that you and Quinn have done something like that to Luke when you were younger over the summer. There’s a reason there’s now a small balcony outside Quinn’s window. The thought of you and Quinn makes your heart hurt again, the threat of tears coming back.

“Hey,” Nico’s voice goes soft, pulling you into a hug. You melt into him, the comfort of his cologne making you exhale. “Whatever it is, you’ll be ok.”

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“Remember that one wedding we went to, one of your college friends?” he reaches across the table to take your hand, his voice shaking as he abruptly changes the subject. He waits for you to nod. “Do you think about what it would be for us to get married?”

As soon as you hear the words starting to form in his mouth, you grab your water with your free hand, gulping it down to give yourself time. “Um, yeah,” you lie.

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“Jack, you fucking idiot,” you scold him, grabbing the napkins and trying to get as much red wine off your white shirt as you could. It’s your fault, really. You’ve known Jack long enough to know how dangerous of a color it is to wear around him.

“I’ll grab you something to wear,” Nico mumbles, glaring at his teammate. He heads to his room, the base of his neck turning bright red as he walks away.

Jack looks sorry, giving you a puppy-dog pout that you were all too used to from your childhood. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. Nico comes back with a sweatshirt, a Devils logo and the number 13 on the breast for you to throw on while you’re here. He plants a kiss on the side of your head once you pull it on, sitting down next to you.

The rest of the night passes by, Jack spilling two more drinks all over Nico’s table that made Nico send his teammate home.

You settle in his bed, letting out an exhale as you sink into the soft mattress. Nico comes into his room, your shirt in hand. He tried his best to get the stain out.

“I think it’s a lost cause,” he tells you, tossing the shirt into his hamper. “I’ll see if the cleaners can get it out when I bring my suits in next time.”

“I know better than to wear white around a Hughes brother,” you joke, Nico climbing in next to you and pulling you close.

You hear him sigh, tucking his arm under his head as he lays down. “Do you still miss him?”

The silence between you two is palpable. You never talk about your past with Quinn, awkwardly dancing around the subject whenever he inevitably gets brought up. You weren’t completely over him, but how could you tell your boyfriend that? You lived here, Quinn was in Vancouver. “I miss my friendship with him.”

It wasn’t totally a lie. Even before you started dating Quinn, he was your best friend. Now, you could barely talk to each other.

“I get that,” you hear him say, not without you noticing the strangled tone in his voice.

Your phone buzzes, Jack tagging you and Nico in a story from your dinner, captioning it ‘taken moments before disaster (myself) struck.’ You can’t help by laugh, showing Nico the post. He smiles, the two of you taking in the photo. The way Nico looks at you makes your heart flutter. He loves you. You know he does. And you do love him.

You look at the time, the late hour making you groan. “Ugh, fuck.”

“What?”

“I’m only going to get, like, three hours of sleep if I want to make it home in time to get ready for work.”

“Why don’t you move in here?” Your head whips to him, feeling a pain in your neck, trying to hide your wince so that Nico doesn’t think you hate his idea. “I mean, you spend more time sleeping here than you do at your actual place.”

“Are you serious?”

Nico smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. “Of course.”

You mirror his smile. “Yeah.”

You eventually fall asleep, an excited feeling about a new chapter in yours and Nico’s relationship keeping you awake.

When your alarm finally goes off, you let out a groan, Nico stirring beside you as he wakes up with you, despite not needing to. You see a text on your phone, sent not long after you went to bed.

It was from Quinn.

‘Does he at least make you happy?’

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Nico is clearly nervous, his free hand rubbing against his thigh. You can feel the sweat forming on his hand in yours. “We’ve been together for how many years now? Three?” You nod. “I love you.”

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Every time Vancouver came to play in New Jersey, Ellen and Jim insist on you joining them to watch the game. They think of you like a daughter, despite the hopes of you actually joining their family dwindling down to nothing with every year that passes by with you staying in New Jersey.

Of you staying with Nico rather than Quinn.

It doesn’t get easier any time you see Quinn. According to a drunken Jack, Quinn still loves you. You know you love Nico, but can you also still have feelings for Quinn?

The Hughes parents weren’t there yet, you sitting alone as the two teams come out onto the ice for warmups. You see Quinn, the sight of him making your heart skip a beat, even after all these years of falling in love with Nico. He looks like he’s zoning out while skating in a circle around nothing, his stick in both his hands parallel with the ice. You know him well enough to know that this is how way of focusing, reviewing everything he could remember about the game tapes he had spent the last few days studying, as if this weren’t the third time this season he was playing against his brothers.

Against your boyfriend.

The three brothers meet at center ice, taking a picture as they did before every game, the tradition somehow never losing its magic and never getting skipped over no matter how many meetings the two teams had. You feel your anxiety go up when Nico skates over and joins them, the smile on Nico’s face not being matched in the slightest by Quinn.

The last time you saw Quinn, it was like you were two strangers who were forced together by accident, rather than being two people who grew up with each other, who knew everything about each other. His sentences and comments to you were short, his eyes never meeting yours.The only thing he said that really mattered to you was him telling you he wasn’t sure he would ever stop loving you.

You didn’t remember how that even came up.You had been talking about the wedding you were in, one of your friends from college getting married a few months before yours and Quinn’s last meeting. Quinn was invited, but, according to Jack, he couldn’t get himself to go once he saw you were in the wedding party.

Your phone buzzes, a text from your boss. You can’t help but let out a groan, knowing that nothing good could come of him texting you on a Friday night when he knew you were at the game.

You skim the message, hoping that it was something that you could ignore for a few hours until you and Nico got home that night. One word catches your eye, causing you to choke on the sharp breath you took in.

‘Vancouver’ is right there, your boss telling you that there was an opening in your company’s office there, that you would be perfect for it, that you would get a higher salary, a relocation fee, the company would take care of everything you needed to have you move to Canada.

You would be near Quinn.

You let your boss know that you would think about it, reminding him that you were out with your friends at the game, just as you told him that morning. He sends back a simple thumbs up, as if that was a good enough reaction to letting you know that your dream job just got better.

The Hughes finally join you right as the anthems begin, pulling you in for hugs. The game begins, your attention anywhere by the actual game. You were facing the ice, but your mind was back to your phone. During the intermissions, you’re completely anti-social, looking at the application your boss sent you that you would need to fill out. He was right, you were perfect for the job.

The game ends, you heading down with the parents to see the guys, Quinn the first one out. He talks to his parents, you awkwardly standing off to the side.

He finally acknowledges you when his brothers come out of their locker room.

“So, how are you?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground.

“Good. You?”

“Good. How’s the job?”

“Good,” you let out. “There’s an opening in our Vancouver office,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Quinn’s eyes light up, the smile on his face one that you hadn’t seen from him in a while. It made you smile. “Really? Are you going to take it?”

You sigh, the smile melting from your face. “I’m not sure yet. I would have to move. I would have to figure out Visa’s and everything. I would have to figure out things with,” your voice trails off, both of you knowing what you meant without you saying it. “Nico.”

Your boyfriend appears behind Quinn, a sudden panic coursing through you. You remember the idea of being away from Quinn tearing you apart inside, the thought making you sick. The idea of being away from Nico didn’t have that same effect.

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“Will you marry me?” He asks, the look on his face hopeful and nervous while he waits for your answer.

You hesitate, knowing that he was panicking, hating that you made him feel that way. Your phone buzzes with a text from your boss before you can answer, your eyes flicking down to the screen. ‘Still interested in Vancouver?’ You hadn’t told Nico you applied for the job. You told yourself you didn’t want it that much but that it wouldn’t hurt to apply. Seeing Quinn keping coming up in your mind each time you lied to yourself, how you would be back in the same city as him.

You still love Quinn.

“No.”

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heliosunny · 3 days ago

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Hi! I just read your yandere gojo x reader, and I loved it! I would love to request something similar, almost like an alternate path. Like instead of reader getting sucked in she convinces him to come to her world. How would he respond would he be open to the idea or shut it down? 🤔🩷

[part 1] Gojo virtual boyfriend

[part 2] - Virtual world route

[part 3] - Reality route - current

“Let me go!” you shouted, your voice shaking.

He tilted his head, his grin never faltering. “Why would I do that? You chose me, remember?"

Terrified by the thought of being erased like Kaito, you made a bold move.

At first, when you suggested he leave his perfect world for yours, Gojo was suspicious. His sharp mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario: It’s a trick. Another one of your desperate plans to get rid of him, to escape his grasp.

The idea gnawed at him, but he didn’t show it. He couldn’t afford to, at least not yet. If this was your attempt to weaken him, you didn’t realize how much control he truly held, even outside his virtual paradise.

You think my abilities would fade out there, don’t you? he muttered to himself later that night, standing in the garden and watching the synthetic stars twinkle above. That I’d lose my edge in your world.

A part of him almost wanted to see your plan unfold, if only to watch your shock when you realized the truth. But as you continued to speak about your world, not with manipulation, but with genuine longing, Gojo began to see it differently.

You weren’t scheming. You weren’t even pretending. You simply wanted to live.

For a moment, the idea of losing you, of letting you slip away completely sent a surge of anger through him. But then, just as quickly, the calm returned.

Fine, he thought, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. If this is what you want, I’ll come to your world. I’ll play your game.

In his mind, it didn’t matter where you were. Whether in his world or yours, Gojo was confident he could manipulate your life. He could twist the reality you loved so much, bending it to his will just as easily as he had in his own creation. After all, why should the setting matter when the outcome was the same?

“All right, babe” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “I’ll live in your world. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

You blinked, surprised by his sudden change in tone. “You…will?”

“Of course” he said, standing and stepping closer to you. “If it makes you happy, I’ll give it a shot. But just remember—no matter where we are, you’ll always belong to me.”

You forced a smile, nodding as if you hadn’t noticed the underlying warning.

-----

The air of your world was heavier, the sounds sharper, the textures more defined. It was overwhelming at first, but he masked it with his usual nonchalance.

“This is it, huh?” he said, glancing around your apartment with a mix of curiosity and disdain. He ran his fingers over the fabric of the couch, then picked up a photo frame from the coffee table. “Kinda…plain, don’t you think?”

“It’s real” you replied softly.

He chuckled, setting the frame down. “Sure. Real.”

Despite his dismissive tone, Gojo couldn’t help but notice the limitations of this world. His abilities were still intact, but they felt different here—more restrained, as if the rules of reality fought against his will. He didn’t mind. If anything, it added to the thrill.

What intrigued him most, though, was you. The way you moved, the way you interacted with the world. There was something raw and unfiltered about you here, something he hadn’t fully captured in his virtual construct. He found himself drawn to it, even as it frustrated him.

At first, he played along, letting you guide him through the chaos of your world. He marveled at the things you took for granted—the roughness of tree bark, the bitter taste of coffee, the way the wind whipped through his hair. But the more he observed, the more he noticed how easily you slipped back into your routine, as if he were just another piece of your reality.

You didn’t realize it, but you were making a mistake. You thought his presence here meant you were free, that he couldn’t control you in this world the way he had in his own.

But I can, he thought, watching you from across the room as you busied yourself with some mundane task. And I will.

Gojo knew he didn’t need to trap you physically to keep you. Instead, he would become the center of your world, infiltrating every aspect of your life until you couldn’t imagine a reality without him.

-----

At first, Gojo’s interference in your world seemed harmless, even playful. He’d rearrange the furniture in your apartment without telling you, claiming it 'flowed better' that way.

“Your feng shui was awful” he said one morning, lounging on your newly relocated couch as you stared at the completely rearranged living room in shock.

“You can’t just move my stuff around!” you snapped, glaring at him.

“I can and I did” he replied, flashing you a smug grin. “Admit it, it looks better this way.”

You hated to admit that the new layout did make the room feel more open, but that wasn’t the point. “You can’t just…do things like that without asking me!”

“Sure I can” he said, standing and stretching lazily. “This is our home now, babe. I’m just making it more…us.”

That phrase—our home—sent a chill down your spine. You’d brought him into your world to give him a taste of reality, but it was becoming clear that Gojo had no intention of leaving things as they were.

Things got even more complicated when you interacted with other people. Gojo had a knack for drawing attention wherever he went, and his striking looks didn’t go unnoticed.

“Wow, he’s gorgeous!!” one of your friends whispered after meeting him for the first time.

“He’s a little…intense” you muttered, trying to downplay him.

Gojo, of course, ate up the attention. He grinned at every compliment, charming everyone around him with his effortless charisma. But when the tables were turned, when you spoke to someone for more than a few minutes, especially a man, his mood shifted instantly.

One afternoon, you bumped into an old coworker while out shopping. The two of you chatted briefly, catching up on work and life. Gojo stood behind you, his expression unreadable but his presence looming.

When the man laughed at something you said, Gojo’s hand suddenly found its way to your shoulder, his grip firm but not painful.

“Babe” he interrupted smoothly, his voice dripping with false cheer, “aren’t we on a schedule? You wouldn’t want to be late, would you?”

You glanced up at him, frowning. “We’re not—”

“Let’s go” he said, cutting you off and steering you away before you could argue.

Later that night, he leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his eyes narrowed as he watched you.

“You’re really friendly with him” he said, his tone light but laced with an edge.

“It was just small talk” you replied, exasperated. “Why are you so jealous all the time?”

“Jealous?” He chuckled, stepping closer. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they can take what’s mine.”

“I’m not-” you started, but he silenced you with a finger pressed gently to your lips.

“You’re mine” he said softly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Don’t forget that.”

-----

Gojo’s interference wasn’t limited to social situations. He began altering the very fabric of your world, bending it to his preferences in subtle but undeniable ways.

One morning, you woke up to find that the walls of your bedroom were no longer the soft pastel color you’d chosen but a deep, vibrant blue.

“Gojo!” you shouted, storming into the living room where he was casually flipping through a magazine. “What happened to my walls?”

“I thought you’d like it” he said without looking up. “Blue suits you better.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“Yeah, but I know you’ll grow to love it” he replied, finally glancing up with a smirk. “Trust me, babe—I have an eye for these things.”

It wasn’t just the walls. Your favorite chair disappeared one day, replaced by an extravagant velvet armchair that clashed with everything else in the room. Your kitchen utensils were suddenly upgraded to high-tech gadgets you didn’t know how to use. Even your wardrobe seemed to change overnight, with your usual comfy clothes replaced by sleek, expensive outfits that felt more like costumes than clothes.

“You’re welcome” he said when you confronted him about it.

“This isn’t your world, Gojo” you snapped. “You can’t just change things whenever you feel like it!”

“Sure I can” he said with a shrug. “You brought me here, remember? This is what you wanted.”

-----

While Gojo couldn’t stand anyone getting too close to you, he was quick to brush off your lack of reaction to his admirers.

“Did you hear what that girl said about me?” he asked one evening, leaning against the doorway as you washed dishes.

“Nope” you replied without looking up.

“She said I looked like a movie star” he continued, clearly fishing for a reaction.

“Good for her” you said, rinsing off a plate.

He frowned, stepping closer. “You’re not jealous?”

“Why would I be?” you asked, turning to face him. “I know what you’re like. You love attention. Let them fawn over you if it makes you happy.”

For once, he was speechless. Your indifference irritated him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“You’re no fun” he muttered, but his eyes lingered on you, his expression thoughtful.

As Gojo’s interference in your life became more pronounced, you started to feel the walls closing in. He wasn’t just a guest in your world anymore, he was taking over, reshaping it piece by piece.

“I brought you here to experience my world” you said one day, your voice trembling with frustration. “Not to make it your playground.”

“And I’m experiencing it” he replied with a grin. “I’m just making it better.”

“For you,” you shot back. “not for me.”

The tension between you was growing, but Gojo didn’t seem to care. In his mind, you were already his, and nothing you said or did would change that.

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It was a quiet evening when it all came to a head. The kind of quiet that carried tension, where unspoken words hung heavy in the air. You were sitting at the kitchen table, your dinner half-eaten, your focus fixed on your phone. Gojo sat across from you, watching with an intensity that you tried and failed—to ignore.

“You’ve barely said a word to me all day.” he finally muttered, his voice deceptively calm.

You didn’t look up. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy ignoring me?” he asked, a sharp edge creeping into his tone.

Your fingers tightened around your phone, but you still didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m not ignoring you.”

Gojo let out a bitter laugh, the sound cold and humorless. “Oh, sure. You just happened to forget I exist while scrolling through your little apps. Funny how that works.”

“Don’t start, Gojo” you sighed, setting your phone down.

“Don’t start?” he repeated, leaning forward. “You’re telling me not to start, when all I’ve done since I got here is try for you?!”

Your head snapped up at that, your eyes narrowing. “Try? You’ve been controlling everything, Gojo. Rearranging my life like it’s some game!”

“A game?” he hissed, his voice dropping low. “You think this is a game to me? You think I enjoy pretending to be normal for your sake?”

“What are you talking about?”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he loomed over you. His usual smug demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and furious.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion. “I don’t need to eat. I don’t need to sleep. I don’t even have taste buds, for crying out loud! Every bite of food I’ve taken, every sip of coffee, every damn smile I’ve given you over dinner—it’s all fake!”

You stared at him, your heart pounding.

“I can’t taste anything” he spat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Do you know how stupid I feel, sitting there pretending to enjoy something I can’t even experience? Do you know why I do it? For you! Because I thought it would make you happy!”

The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. “Gojo, I—”

“No” he interrupted, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. “You don’t get to talk right now. Do you know what it’s like to exist like this? To not feel hunger or fatigue or even pain, but still pretend I do just to make you feel normal? And for what? So you can brush me off like I don’t matter?”

You were silent, the guilt clawing at your chest.

He continued, his voice cracking. “You wanted me to leave my world and come to yours. And I did it because I love you. But no matter what I do, it’s never enough, is it?”

His words hung in the air, the silence that followed heavy and suffocating.

“Gojo” you said softly, standing from your chair. “I didn’t ask you to—”

“To what?!” he snapped, cutting you off again. “To care? To try? You didn’t ask, but I did it anyway because that’s what you do when you love someone!”

He turned away, running a hand through his hair as he tried to rein in his emotions. For the first time since you’d met him, Gojo looked…vulnerable.

“I gave up everything for you” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “My world, my rules, my power—everything. And you…you treat me like I’m nothing.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. What could you say to that?

“I don’t want your pity” he said, his back still to you.

When you didn’t respond, his shoulders slumped, and something in him seemed to shatter. He turned back to face you, his expression one of pure anguish.

“Wait....You don’t care...” he said, his voice trembling. “You don’t care about me at all, DO YOU?”

The silence stretched between you after his outburst, thick and suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, to try to mend the frayed edges of the moment, but Gojo was already walking toward the window, his back to you, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said quietly, his voice eerily calm now. “You think this is just about me being jealous. About me wanting your attention.”

“Gojo—”

His eyes glowed unnaturally, a shimmering blue that seemed to pierce straight through you. “I’m done pretending, babe. Done playing by your rules. If I have to show you how much you need me, so be it.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo tilted his head, his smile sharp and cold. “You’ll see soon enough.”

-----

It started small, just like everything else he did. A missed text from your best friend. A coworker suddenly forgetting about plans you’d made the week before. At first, you thought it was coincidence—people got busy, or maybe you’d misunderstood. But then it happened again. And again.

Your mother didn’t answer your calls, her voicemail oddly generic and devoid of the warmth you were used to. Your bestie, who had been your closest confidant for years, began acting distant, her expressions blank whenever you tried to talk about your shared memories.

“Hey!” you said one night, sitting on the couch beside her. “Do you remember that road trip we took last summer? The one where the car broke down, and we had to hitch a ride with that old farmer?”

She blinked at you, confusion flickering across her face. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been on a road trip with you.”

Your blood ran cold.

You confronted him that night, your heart pounding as you stormed into the living room where he was lounging, as usual, on the couch.

“What did you do?” you demanded, your voice trembling.

He looked up from the book he was pretending to read, his expression infuriatingly calm. “What do you mean?”

“My friends” you snapped. “My family. They’re acting…different. They don’t remember things—important things. What did you do to them?”

Gojo sighed, closing the book with an audible snap and setting it aside. “Why are you always so dramatic?”

“Answer me!”

His eyes met yours, cold and unrelenting. “Fine. If you really want to know.” He stood, taking a step closer to you, and you instinctively backed away.

“I erased them” he said simply.

Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”

“Not all of them” he added casually, as if discussing the weather. “Just their memories of you. It’s not like they need them, anyway. You’ve got me now.”

“You…you erased their memories of me?” you whispered, horror creeping into your voice.

He shrugged. “I didn’t want them getting in the way. They were distracting you, pulling you away from me. And honestly?” He smirked, his gaze darkening. “It’s kind of nice knowing I’m the only one who really knows you now.”

You stumbled back, shaking your head in disbelief. “You can’t…you can’t just erase people’s memories! They’re my family, my friends—they’re mine!”

“Not anymore” he said, stepping closer. “Now, they’re nothing. Just strangers in your life. And honestly? Isn’t that better? No more nagging about your job, your relationships, your life choices. No more pressure to be someone you’re not.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as the full weight of his actions crashed down on you. “You had no right,” you choked out.

“I have every right” he countered, his voice low and dangerous. “You brought me here, remember? You invited me into your world. And now it’s ours.”

“You’re insane...” you whispered, backing away toward the door.

“Maybe” he said, his smile widening. “But I’m yours. And you’re mine. That’s all that matters now.”

You tried to run, but the moment you reached for the doorknob, the world around you warped. The door vanished, replaced by a blank wall. The windows followed, the glass dissolving into solid, impenetrable barriers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asked, his tone light but his expression anything but.

“Let me out!” you shouted, pounding on the wall where the door had been.

He laughed softly, the sound sending chills down your spine. “Out? Oh, babe, there’s no ‘out’ anymore. This is your world now—our world. And the sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.”

When you turned to face him, your eyes blazing with anger and fear, he raised a hand, and you froze in place, your body refusing to obey your commands.

“Don’t fight me” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’ll only make it harder on yourself. Just let go. Let me take care of you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Tears streamed down your face as you realized the truth: there was no escaping him. Not in this world. Not in any world.

#yandere x reader #yandere #gojo satoru #yandere gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk x reader

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ashton-sano · 2 days ago

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Too close to the stars, I Never knew somebody like you, somebody~

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Blue lock boys in: Your Loving Boyfriend Husband who has a soft spot for you

Characters included: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shoei Barou

There’s less characters so more words, yey :3 (lowercase intentional)

Itoshi rin is a weird guy all things considered. he prides himself in his calm and cool demeanor and refusal to engage in his emotions for the most part, no bachira doesn’t count, he’s a moron. He says this and lives it to a T daily, so it’s always funny to see how fast he forgets to be calm and collected Itoshi rin when you get your hands in his hair. it’s weird to see in action. he hates everything and everyone when he’s practicing, brushing off his teammates and waving off hanging out with them if asked.

“as if id hang out with lukewarm trash.”

he plays mean and harsh and yet always melts into your touch when he gets home, he goes on about how “lukewarm” practice went, the idiocy of his teammates irritating him. he says it bitterly yet with how his face is pressed into your stomach, it sounds more like slow incoherent mumbling into your skin. he hardly notices how his fingers sink into the plush of your legs, kneading like second nature. you nod along but your focus is mainly on how docile he looks while grumbling, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to keep awake against your warmth.

some time between highschool and now must’ve given you enough time to soften him out, he doesn’t even know how you got him in the matching onesie. he swore he was still passed out on your bosom, how the hell did you have him posing for silly pictures. to be fair he looked more dazed than anything in the photo so it was hardly a pose. didn’t matter, you were smiling wide so he didn’t question how it looked or where it’d go. (the teasing at practice tomorrow made him slightly regret that)

Itoshi sae didn’t mind indulging your requests, silly as they were indeed. try as he might, no matter how much he steels himself over and swears not to, he caves under your gaze and sweet voice. before he knew it, he was doing everything he just said he wouldn’t because it’s like sacrilege to tell you no. from stupid amusement parks to clay making and running his blood sugar stupid high with sweets that he’ll definitely hear about from his dietitian. speaking of, he’s totally firing that moron; who does that guy think he is telling him not to consume more sweets under his wife’s request?

“unhealthy? try unemployed, you useless pain. my wife says it’s fine, so it is.”

it’s probably worse than he thought. there’s not a thing he does that doesn’t have your name in it. even when you’re nowhere to be seen, you’re his best excuse to leave interaction.

‘meeting be damned, i need my wife more so reschedule.’

‘tell that lady to wait, my wife is calling.’

‘im waiting for my WIFE, yes, im MARRIED.’

if you actually saw it, you’d still be awestruck. he never opens his mouth to tell you about this but everyone you meet knows you. the store workers, his manager, everyone who knows him will know you’re his wife. he’s the kindest person for you, everyone else can wait.

Barou shoei is peak househusband, argue with the wall. everyone sees him as the toxic and red flag type but he’s nothing if not considerate for you. don’t openly point it out, he will deny. he loves his family hard and plenty, so once you’re a part of that such extends to you. his sisters love you, truly and he’s grateful for that, his favorite girls getting along does make him content.

he never bothers just telling you he loves you, it’s easier to see when he interacts with you. actions are better in that regard so it makes sense. he gives you nothing but the best. he’s always cleaning up and such, you never have to worry about it when you come home. AND the laundry while cooking dinner? is there something he can’t do? he grumbles but never complains even when you forget to clean for the millionth time, or accidentally mess up dinner or stain the carpet with some harsh juice. you’re his wife, of course it’s okay to make mistakes. he actually insists on doing all the chores, he claims that it’s only because he does it better but he’s whipped. what man lets his wife do all that work while he lazes? Inadequate

“just worry about your work, don’t even think about a chore. hey! you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

a king is nothing if his queen is unhappy. that’s how he justifies it anyway. it almost makes you feel bad with how he works all day at practice then comes home and cleans tirelessly. when you asked his sisters, they assure you that it’s his love language and you’d argue with that but he seems content being so helpful so you leave it be. . a bit of help here and there doesn’t hurt though. don’t let him catch you though, he’ll chastise you back to bed like a mother hen. so maybe no chores, heh.

-> Property of ©ashton-sano; Don't post my content on any other platform without credit; much love^^

#Spotify #x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #bllk sae #itoshi sae #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #bllk barou #barou x reader #shoei barou x reader #rin blue lock #bllk rin #rin itoshi x reader

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flower-boi16 · 2 days ago

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What Are Helluva Boss' Themes?

This is something I've thought about for a while, especially recently when Viv said that Season 3 will focus on a theme of "family" (clearly relating to Stolas' relationship with Octavia).

After doing some research, apperently at a panel one of the writers said that the series is meant to be about "relationships", either romantic, platonic, professional, etc. You can see that since a lot of the episodes do focus on inter-personal drama between characters.

Now, here's the next question...how well does helluva execute that theme?

Let's take a look at a lot of the relationships in the series, shall we? (Green will be goood, yellow will be meh/okay, and red will be bad)

Blitzo and Moxxie: This one is handled fairly well. Truth Seekers gives both characters fairly solid growth where they learn to start being better friends to each other.

Moxxie and Millie: It's not that developed but it's cute as a romantic relationship.

Blitzo and Loona: This is where things take a turn for the worst sadly. Blitzo and Loona's dynamic was initially endearing in the first season, as it was a loving but overprotective father with a edgy daughter that does still show some care for her father. Unfortunetly, the dynamic suffered in Season 2 due to Loona's character assasination ruining her past development, as I've talked about before, and, so far, Loona hasn't gotten anything in later episodes that have brought back her past characterization so this remains a massive issue.

Millie and Blitzo: Gets good development in GhostFuckers showing how Millie met Blitz and helps give Millie actual character depth for once.

Blitz and Stolas: I don't think I need to explain why I hate this one anymore.

Fizz and Blitz: The relationship is significantly underdeveloped and the resolution to their truama is extremely underwhelming and rushed.

Verosika and Blitz: Verosika gets a good moment showing how she felt when Blitz betrayed her trust but that's it. Aside from that, it suffers from the same issues of underdevelopment that Fizz and Blitz' relationship does.

Octavia and Stolas: Relationship was previously very compelling in Loo Loo Land where the series actually knew that Stolas was a terrible father and didn't try to pretend otherwise. Sadly Seeing Stars came into the mix and the show tried to frame Stolas as a good father to Octavia (which, he is not). Sinsmas does thankfully reverse this framming but we'll have to see if they'll commit to it in Season 3.

Stolas and Stella: This one suffers from Stella being made into nothing but a one-dimensional abusive bitch just to make Stolas look more sympathetic. It's part of the show's trend of demonizing characters that call out Stolas' actions.

Blitzo and Barbie: We know literaly nothing about this one but so far it's fine.

So uh. Ya. Most of the relationships in the show are pretty badly written and they suffer from the major issues in regards to character and how piss poor it is.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #anti stolitz

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33max · 14 hours ago

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3 times GP uses the force to speak to Max | 1000ish words of padawan max and master lambiase ✨

“Max,” Gianpiero sighs, “would you mind?”

It takes Max a moment to understand what his Master is talking about, Max hadn’t been doing anything… copiloting is boring and he had completely zoned out while Gianpiero navigated them around the fourth moon and into the nearest hyperspace lane. Max was just daydreaming about getting back to the temple and finally having his own quarters, away from his Master, where he could- oh.

“Sorry,” Max blushes, looking over at his Master and shifting in his seat uncomfortably. He can suddenly feel where the leather belts are digging into his shoulders and his groin.

It’s embarrassing how often this happens. He shares a strong training bond with his Master, as most Padawans do during their Jedi training. They can share thoughts, feelings, and even images across the bond when they concentrate – Max both loves and hates it, especially when GP insists on cracking the most ridiculous Dad jokes directly into Max’s brain in the middle of briefings from the Jedi Council.

Max does try to shield his personal thoughts from GP, but he’s not very good at it yet. His peers seem to have mastered this skill, and his Master worries that Max is not practising enough. GP is probably right, Max is very good at shielding from others, but his bond with GP is too strong… when he shuts it out it feels like part of him is missing. So he doesn’t shut it out.

“It is okay, Padawan,” Gianpiero smirks, “It has happened to us all.”

“It doesn’t happen to you,” Max groans. His Master never shares anything without intending to.

“No,” Gianpiero laughs, “but that is because I practised shielding from my master, Max.”

Max glares at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gianpiero says, calmly. “You need to practice.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t like it. I like having you there.”

“I know, Max, but it is an important skill that you must learn before you can become a Jedi Knight. Not to mention I do not want to be sent indecent thoughts of Padawan Leclerc while I am flying.”

“You could have let me fly,” Max says, shaking off the embarrassment of GP witnessing some of his more lewd daydreams.

You can fly when you practice your shielding.

Max frowns. “Fine.”

—————

If there is one thing that Max knows he’s good at, it’s lightsaber combat. He knows all of the lightsaber forms well, he can fight in any of them, and he knows that he’s the best in his class. Padawan Leclerc is very good, especially at Djem So, but Max refuses to lose. Especially to Charles because Charles is good at everything. Even hyperspace theory. All of the Masters love Charles.

Anyway, Jar’Kai comes naturally to Max. And he’s not just good at it, he’s the best.

The first time he had tried Jar’Kai, he knew. He felt it in the force. He didn’t even have to think about his next move, his body already knew it, and the force hummed around him pleasantly.

He was practising Ataru with his Master, and Gianpiero had looked at him, tilted his head, and said “You’re fighting like something is missing. Maybe you should try a second blade in your left hand.”

And then Gianpiero was handing across his own blade for Max to try.

“Are you sure?” Max asked, holding his Master’s weapon so carefully. The hilt was still warm from where Gianpiero had been gripping.

“Of course,” Gianpiero laughed. “Come on, let’s set up the training droid.”

The moment Max ignited both blades it felt right. One orange blade and one blue, glowing in each of his hands. He had found his lightsaber form, but it was not just that, holding his Master’s ignited blade he felt like he was two halves made whole.

“It suits you,” Gianpiero commented as Max took his opening stance against the training droid.

Guess we found your form.

Can you feel that, Master? The force…

Yes, Padawan. I can feel it. ——————

“This sucks,” Max shivers.

It has been three days since their ship crashed in the middle of fucking nowhere on an ice planet of all things.

He is sick of being cold. He is sick of having to light a fire to defrost ice to have water to drink. He is sick of eating ration packs. He can’t feel his toes. He wants to go home.

“Sharing a tent with me or being stuck on Hoth?” Gianpiero asks, amused. He’s way too relaxed for someone who might freeze to death soon.

Max doesn’t blame his Master for the crash, not at all, very few star pilots could have avoided being shot down by the seventeen vulture droids that the separatists had sent to ambush them. He just can’t help but be irritated at his Master’s inhuman ability to stay completely calm and level-headed about their current situation.

“Both,” Max says, curling up further into his sleeping bag and turning his back on his Master. This isn’t the time for jokes.

“Max…” Gianpiero says, “Someone will come for us.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I can feel it.”

“You said that three days ago.”

“And I was right three days ago.”

Max lets out a frustrated scream into his stupid too thin and slightly damp pillow. He is sick of waiting for a rescue that might not be coming.

Padawan, come here.

“No.”

Max, you’re cold. Come here.

“I am not cold,” Max says stubbornly, even though his teeth are chattering.

“Padawan,” Gianpiero sighs. You don’t always have to be so strong, part of being a Jedi is being able to acknowledge what we are feeling and be vulnerable before letting that emotion go.

Max’s eyes water. He’s fine.

His Master must feel Max’s misery in the force, because the next thing Max knows he is being force-pulled, sleeping bag and all, into his Master’s arms.

It startles a laugh out of him. “Master!”

I’ve missed this, you’ve not snuggled your old Master in years.

I’m too old for this.

You’re never too old to be comforted, Max. Remember that.

#padawan max au #writing

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sufferu · 2 days ago

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Heya! Quick question: Whats your opinión on Re:Forgotten? I just Saw a snipset(That how you say It?), of re:Forgotten you made and IS seems really interesting. It hurts to Read Yet you can't stop once you start.

My personal opinion is that Re:Forgotten brings up a lot of very interesting ideas, but does not quite follow through with them in the way that I believe would be the most interesting, lol.

I’m down with locking Subaru in a cage for several months and letting him be tortured by the people he calls his dear friends, that is absolutely my cup of tea. But I think that making Subaru seek vengeance for that is honestly pretty out of character for the type of character that Subaru is — as is, oddly enough, the insinuation that “seeking vengeance” isn’t EXACTLY what everyone else would assume (even hope) that he would do next. Like, I think that characters like Julius, Ferris, Wilhelm would respond to this situation by immediately doing everything in their power to repent for that massive fuck-up, whether that mean monetary compensation, giving Subaru a metal bat and permission to beat them over the head with it until he was satisfied, or even willingly giving up their titles and honorifics in a dishonorable discharge sort of situation. A revenge plot kind of requires the targets of revenge to be both unapologetic and unwilling to Be the targets of revenge, and THAT is the part that tends to break my immersion with Re:Forgotten — even more so than Ferris torturing Subaru, because I actually can totally believe that Ferris would break an oath if he thought that it was the only way to save Crusch.

And also, I think that particular emotional setup paves the way for a really interesting situation where, for once, Subaru’s willingness to forgive people for Literal Torture is put front and center. Nobody knows about what Rem did, or what Garfiel did, or any of that shit — but now they ALL know that they just tortured Subaru in a dark cell for several months on end, and if he’s just??? fine with it???? Then that could lead to some really interesting character interactions as everyone gets to fully experience a side of Subaru that they never really got a proper view of before. And I find that whole situation — where the perpetrators want to be punished while the victim just wants to forgive and forget and even be FRIENDS again — that’s the kind of emotional messiness that I LIVE for in fiction.

It’s not really what the writer of Re:Forgotten was going for, however — which is fine and all, they can write what they want lmao. But the setup is so versatile that I kinda…couldn’t help thinking about what I would do with concept, lol.

#of course part of this is simply that I’m not usually a fan of revenge plots lol #which is completely subjective but there you go #[mirror that reflects the soul] by petalil and [no evil is spoken] by an anonymous ao3 author #are both re:forgotten spin-offs that I really like. if anyone was curious #re:forgotten #fanfiction #my inbox

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 days ago

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Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari Levinson x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: After a week back on the East Coast you start your new job at the Boston Bears only to find out your boss has an interesting job for you.

Word Count: 7.6k words

Warnings: Language! Angst! Mention of Cheating! Sexual Tension!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Fake Out Series Masterlist /Boston Bears Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 2

You were sat with your chin resting on your knee, on Elena’s bed which technically was your bed now. You glanced around the room which was now yours, the entire apartment was yours. The first thing Elena did Tuesday morning was put your name on the lease and take her name off. That evening she started packing up her stuff and helped unpack yours.

It didn’t feel like your apartment though. You wondered whether it would when she was fully moved out and only the small collection of your belongings remained. But then it would just be as empty as you felt, most of your things were back in LA and you wouldn’t get them back for another couple months.

Even now the apartment felt quiet. Elena was at work and it was just you. The silence was deafening. Elena had asked if you wanted her to stay a couple night to keep you company but you lied and said you were fine. Last night you had just stared up at the ceiling until exhaustion finally took over.

You were pulled from your thoughts by your laptop coming to life. A video call from your parents. You’d been expecting this, your mom had texted you yesterday to ask what was going on. You hadn’t felt ready to tell them yet so you said they could call you today.

“Hey mom, hey dad” you forced a smile as the call connected and you saw the concerned faces of your parents.

“Hey sweetpea, how you feeling?” Your dad asked with a sympathetic look.

You let out a weak chuckle “shit” you admitted. There was no point denying it, they knew how you felt even if they didn’t know why.

“Has this got something to do with Dan calling us to ask if you were here?” Your mom asked softly.

You nodded, you expected that too. Dan had called Elena Monday evening, she played dumb and said she didn’t know where you were and if she did she wouldn’t tell him “did he tell you why?”

“No he didn’t, he just asked us to call if you turned up” your dad told you.

You scoffed and shook your head. He didn’t tell Elena what he’d done either, didn’t admit his mistake “Did you tell him I was with El?”

Your mom shook her head “No we didn’t, we knew that you clearly didn’t want to be around him and we respected that”

“Thank you” your voice felt weak as you looked down “The um- the wedding’s off… he’s been cheating on me with the wedding planner”

“The motherfucker!” Your dad growled shooting up from his seat, only sitting down when your mom grabbed the back of his sweater and tugged him to sit back down.

“More like wedding planner fucker” you joked weakly.

Your mom sighed “I’m so sorry sweetheart you don’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve you either”

“Is El looking after you?” Your dad asked.

You nodded “She’s at work now but yeah she has, she’s given me her apartment and her and Chris got me a job working in the PR department with the Bears, I start tomorrow they’re gonna give me a bit of an induction ahead of the game again Washington on Friday night”

“That’s good, will you be travelling with them?” your dad asked.

“No the PR and comms team takes it in turns to go on the road and report back, I’ll just be shadowing the team who stay in Boston and post updates on the match etcetera” you explained.

The new job was a bit of a step down, not just in pay. You’d gone from one of the best PR firms on the West Coast that handled movie stars to being a PR and Comms staff for a sports team. But it was just temporary, you’d find something with better pay once you were a bit more settled.

“Well I’m sure you’ll smash it darling” your mom said, making you snort quietly they’d been living in the UK for less than a year and the British vernacular had already snuck in.

“Thank you and I’m so sorry that the wedding has been called off, I know you guys have put a lot of money into it” you sighed, guilt wracking your body.

“Sweetpea, money means nothing if you’re unhappy, we’d rather you be happy than marry that piece of shit because of the money that’s been spent,” your dad told you.

“And look the wedding wasn’t going to be until spring so we might be able to get some of the deposits back,” your mom said “Why don’t you leave that with us to sort and you just focus on yourself and your happiness”

“Thanks mom, that would be really helpful,” you said, a lump of emotion forming in your throat.

“What are you going to do about Christmas? You’re more than welcome here” your dad said.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to look into it, money is gonna be a bit tighter now and I don’t know what my work commitments will be” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders.

“That’s okay let us know as soon as you know what you’re doing, you know we’d love to have you” your mom smiled.

“Thanks Mom,” you said before chuckling quietly “I don’t know why I was so scared to have this chat”

“You never have to be scared to talk to us, the only person who should be scared is that piece of shit, I swear he’s dead when I next see him” your dad swore.

You chuckled “that’s good to know, so how is rainy Britain?” You asked to change the topic.

You and your parents caught up for the next hour or so, by the time you finally ended the call you felt so much better. You wished they were here to hug you and make you feel better but just talking to them did enough to make you feel a little less empty. It made taking on the next chapter of your life less scary.

Your first couple of days working at the Bears had been a whirlwind. While you were mostly shadowing over the weekend it still felt like you had been dropped in the deep end. The entire office was a hive of activity during the game. You were used to this level of activity being a bad thing because it meant someone was having a PR disaster. But in this new world, it was a good thing because it meant the team was winning.

You had to admit the excitement was a little contagious, the entire PR team were avid fans. Cheering and complaining at the ref as the game played on the big screen. You didn’t know much about the sport nor the players so you couldn’t follow it very well. You did see Ari get sent off for a yellow, one of your colleagues said he was lucky it wasn’t a red but there was enough mitigation that his high tackle remained as a yellow. What that actually meant you had no clue.

It was Monday morning when your new boss, Steph called you into her office.

“Is everything okay? I haven’t done something wrong have I?” You asked as you followed her into her office.

“No, no, you’ve been great! Frankly, you’re overqualified” She smiled as she sat down “I just want your input on something that’s all” She gestured for you to sit.

“Oh I’m very flattered, I know I don’t know much about the rugby world,” you said bashfully as you sat.

Steph smiled softly “You’ve done a lot of PR work with celebrities back in LA right?” She asked leaning back in her chair.

“Yes my company worked with a lot of celebs” You nodded shifting in your seat.

“Did you do a lot of PR relationships?” She then asked.

You nodded your head again “Yeah there are not as many PR relationships in Hollywood as people think, but I have worked on quite a few”

“Good, so what makes a successful one?” She asked.

“Um well, it depends on what image you’re trying to get across” you explained.

“Someone settled, someone you can trust and is moving past their wildcard days” Steph supplied gesturing with her hands in a vague manner.

“Right well you want someone who is that kind of person, no one who grabs the spotlight for the same reasons you’re trying to fix” you told her.

She sat forward and started taking notes “What else?”

“You have to make sure the people are well matched, if one of them has a clear type then you need the meet that type. So if someone has publicly said they like a woman with curves you can’t set them up with a Victoria’s Secret model” you explain.

She hummed studying you for a moment before returning to her notes “Anything else?”

“A mutual connection helps, makes it more believable. If fans and media outlets can easily trace how they would have potentially met then they’re more likely to believe it. So in this case if it was someone a fellow teammate knew, there’s a clear link, if you pick someone who has no connection to the player people are going to be suspicious” you continued.

“And you’re close with Elena and Chris aren’t you?”

Your brows furrow for a moment confused as to what the relevance was “uh yeah Elena is my best friend, I don’t know Chris that well though” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay” she hummed tapping her pen against her chin in thought.

“Are you considering it for one of the players?” You asked.

“Yes, I’ve never suggested one before though, usually you just send the players to charity events but he needs a long-term solution” she explained.

“Well if you want I could maybe take the lead, or advise?” You suggested.

A smile tugged at her lips “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you for your insight I have a lot to think about before my meeting with him tomorrow”

“No worries glad to help, is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“No thanks, can you go with the team who will be filming training content? Familiarise yourself with that?” She suggested.

“Of course” you nodded before getting up from your seat.

As you walked back to your desk you wondered which of the team needed a PR relationship. You barely knew any of them, so you could only go on what El had told you. Chris was out for obvious reasons, from what you knew of Curtis you doubted it was him. Ari came to mind but you instantly shook that thought from your head. Not because you didn’t think it was him, but because you didn’t want to work with him. You settled on Johnny instead, even though El said he was a bit of a secret softie he was known as a player.

You nodded to yourself, yeah it had to be Johnny. You instantly thought of different strategies for him, where to stage the dates. He’d be an easy client too, the only problem would be getting him to keep it in his pants. You just hoped that whatever reason he had would be incentive enough to keep him in line.

Ari grunted in pain as Elena dug her hand into the back of his shoulder “Jesus fuck woman” he complained, fists clenched “Do you get off on torturing people or something”

Ari hated physio, he swore it was just the medical team’s excuse to get some revenge.

“It’s your own fault you’re here” she pointed out as she continued to work on his shoulder.

He knew she meant his high tackle that resulted in a yellow card and sore shoulder “There was mitigation” he reminded her.

“You were lucky, if Chris hadn’t tackled him too your shoulder would have gone straight into the wolves’ head and it would have been a red” Elena pointed out as she finally stopped working on his shoulder.

“Like I said mitigation” Ari said as he sat back up sending a smirk her way.

She rolled her eyes “That’s not the only reason I’m pissed at you” she said with a pointed look as she grabbed a towel and wiped her hands clean.

Ari dropped his shoulders with a heavy sigh instantly knowing what she meant again. You. You had been on his mind for over a week now. He was pissed off at himself for the way he treated you, he kept replaying the situation to see what he could have done differently. In the perfect situation, you would have ended up in his arms as he comforted you. He wanted to apologise and make it right but he also didn’t want to make it worse.

“i know, i just haven't seen her to apologise” he sighed glancing down at his hands.

“Haven’t seen her or avoided her?” Elena asked with a brow arched “She was in the gym on Monday”

“I was at my 1-2-1 analysis while she was there” Ari reasoned “getting ripped into by your dad for that yellow” he added a pointed look.

Elena shrugged “You deserved it”

“Whatever” Ari huffed as he pushed himself off the medical bed “Look I promise I'll apologise to her now, I’m heading up to the PR office for a meeting after this”

“What do you need PR for?” Elena asked her brows furrowed.

“I want to make the national team this summer, your dad said I need to improve both on and off the pitch” Ari explained as he grabbed his top and pulled it back on.

Elena nodded “It is criminal that you haven’t been picked yet” she hummed “Don’t worry I’m sure whatever Y/N has cooked up will work, she’s the best around” she winked before pointing at him “Just don’t make her life difficult, she’s been through enough shit” she warned.

Ari held his hands up in surrender. He still didn’t know the full picture, only that you were back on the East Coast without your engagement ring. He’d asked Chris what had happened but he said it wasn’t his story to share “I swear, I won’t” he promised “You can beat the crap out of me if I do”

Elena smirked “Good, now go on and stop doing stupid shit,” she said waving him out of the medical room.

Ari huffed as he walked out, he wanted to stop doing stupid shit too. But that was easier said than done. He’d been told that he was hot-headed for as long as he could remember, there were times when it felt like he blacked out and one came back around after he’d done the stupid shit. Like the fight he started at the cup final, he remembered seeing Bryce make the illegal tackle on Chris and then the next thing he remembered was Bryce on the floor below him as he landed multiple blows to the face.

He’d always been like this. Like there was pent up anger he had at the world. He could blame the first five years of his life for that. He was signed up to play rugby at the age of 7 at the advice of his teachers to try and work through a lot of that anger. Rugby helped a lot, it gave him somewhere to direct his anger and frustrations and work through it in a healthier way.

It didn’t take away all the pressure though, evident by the way he shouted at you. Another moment when his frustrations got the better of him and he blacked out. He just hoped that you would accept his apology.

He spotted you as soon as he stepped into the PR and Comms office. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he looked over you. You were standing at a coworker's desk, looking over his shoulder at something on the screen. You had a contemplative look on your face, your red-tinted lips pursed. You listened to whatever your co-worker was saying before nodding your head, arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a red sweater that seemed a little baggy on you but still looked incredible. Especially with the black skirt and knee-high boots you were wearing.

When you finished what you were saying you finally looked up and over at him. The expression on your face became guarded as you studied him. He expected you to tilt your head up in defiance but you did the opposite. Your chin dropped as you went to move back to your desk, shoulders turned inwards.

Ari internally cursed at himself, he’d fucked up majorly if you weren’t fighting back against him like you did back in LA.

“Y/N,” he said as he stepped in your path.

“Ari,” you said forcing a smile as you looked up at him, which was wrong you should have crossed your arms and arched an unimpressed brow at him.

“I wanted to apologise for the other week, I was out of line” he apologised “I was tired and was having a shitty day and I took my anger out on the first person I came across”

“That’s no excuse” you pointed out as you looked down at your feet.

That response was closer to what he expected from you, the words were right but the delivery was off. The words should have been sharper, not downtrodden.

“You’re right it's not,” Ari said before holding his arms out “So c’mon rip into me” he invited with a playful smirk “We both know how well you can do it, knock me down a peg or two”

You studied him for a moment. Ari could see the gears turning in your head which made his smirk grow. He knew you were going to come out with something brilliant, something that would knock a less confident man out. He couldn’t wait. He wanted to see that side of you again, he wanted to play.

“I’ve got work to do” you muttered as you dropped your gaze and stepped around him.

Ari frowned as he turned around “Y/N” he muttered in disbelief, his hands dropping back down to his side.

“I’m busy Ari and I’m sure you have training or something” you sighed as you refused to look at him as you gathered a notebook from your desk.

“Y/N c’mon” he pressed stepping in your way as you went to walk away again, “I said I was sorry, why are you still freezing me out?”

“Apology accepted, now leave me alone I have a meeting” you said looking up at him with a tired expression on your face.

Ari’s brows furrowed in concern as he took you in, how tired and worn out you looked. It made his fists clenched. Whatever happened back in LA did this to you and he wanted to know what so he could beat the crap out of it.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, feeling the need to provide comfort in any way he could. He wanted to ask what happened, what he could do to make it better and bring back the version he knew.

He didn’t get the chance though, before his hand even made contact he was interrupted by Steph “Ah Ari, perfect timing, we have the perfect strategy for you” she smiled from her office.

He didn’t look away from you so he saw how your brows furrowed in confusion, looking over at Steph and then back at him.

He let out a quiet sigh as he took a step back “Glad to hear it” he said as he turned and walked towards her office.

He stopped though when she said “Good, right c’mon Y/N” She waved for you to join.

He looked over his shoulder and saw you take a deep breath as you looked down at your boots. The fake smile plastered on back on your face when you looked back up and said “Of course”

Ari blinked in surprise when you walked past him into Steph’s office. You didn’t know he was your meeting and clearly weren't happy being trapped in a small office with him for the next half an hour or so. Evident by the way you sat in one of the furthest away chairs.

“Right I have decided on the best strategy for you, and I want to remind you that you said you’d do anything” Steph said as Ari sat down in his chair.

“That doesn’t concern me at all” he smirked as he leant back.

“Trust me this will work” Steph smiled “We’re going to set you up with a PR relationship for the rest of the season”

Ari arched a brow, he wasn’t expecting that at all. He expected lots of charity work, which he wouldn’t have minded, but not this “a relationship?”

“Yes, we want to portray you as settled or at least settling, what better way to do that than a relationship” Steph said with a proud.

Ari nodded slowly as he took in the information “With who?”

The smile on Steph’s face widens “Well we want this to work so I’ve brought in the best” she grinned before turning her attention to you “Y/N will be the perfect match”

“Excuse me?” you squeaked in surprise.

Ari frowned, you had clearly been blindsided by this idea. Something that didn’t sit right with him, it wasn’t fair on you.

“Yes you said so yourself, there needs to be a mutual connection and you were the only person we found that had one” Steph explained as she gestured over to you “Plus you know how to do this better than anyone, I trust you to take lead on this”

“Steph this isn’t going to work” you stuttered sitting forward in your chair “I’ve just broken off an engagement, no one would believe this”

“Is there any evidence of your relationship online?” Steph asked, her head tilted in question.

“Uh- no, I- I deleted everything,” you said your voice cracking.

“Well that’s one less thing to worry about, plus it's not uncommon for people to get into a relationship soon after another” Steph points out.

“There must be someone else” you pleaded.

Ari’s heart broke, as much as he would love just the chance to be your boyfriend even if it was just pretend, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Not someone who fits the criteria you gave me, and we need this to work for Ari” Steph sighed, her voice sympathetic “you’ll be in charge and will take the lead on it so you’ll have control over what happens, you can make it suit you, I only ask that it's believable” she continued before turning her attention back to Ari “what do you say?”

Ari took a moment before turning and looking at you, hoping his expression conveyed how sincere he was “I’m in if you’re in” he said softly “I need this and I trust you, but if you really don’t want to do it then we don’t have to”

You sat there stunned, staring back at him with a look of panic in your eyes.

“Why don’t I leave you two to talk it through some more and get back to me when you’ve come to a decision” Steph said as she stood from her chair and strode out of the room.

Once she was gone Ari turned to look at you, your hand was resting on your heaving chest, the look of panic in your eyes getting worse.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Ari said moving to crouch in front of you, keeping enough distance between the two of you to make sure you were comfortable “Take some deep breaths,” he told you, when you didn’t respond he put a cautious hand on your knee “deep breaths sweetheart”

You finally responded to him and took the deep breaths you needed, your eyes finding his. He watched as the panic slowly faded from them with every deep breath you took.

“Feeling better?” he asked after a moment.

“Not really” you admitted as you shook your head, “I thought it was gonna be Johnny that needed this not you” you muttered as you rubbed your forehead “and that I would just be leading it not actually part of it”

“Yeah, I didn’t like how she blindsided you with that” Ari told her earning a huff of a laugh from you.

“You could say that again” you mumbled “What do you even need this for? I mean you got yellow cards recently but I thought those weren’t a big deal”

Ari nodded his head “Normally they’re not, but if I don’t reign myself in this season I won’t make the national team, the head coach is gonna be watching me and I want him to know he can trust me” he explained.

“You’re doing this for a spot on the national team?” you questioned “Seems a bit extreme”

Ari let out a small chuckle “Yeah well I’m pretty desperate, it’s been a dream of mine ever since I was a kid, a dream that hasn’t happened yet” he admitted.

“Right” you muttered looking down at your fiddling hands.

“Can I ask what happened back in LA?” Ari asked, causing your eyes to shoot back up at him.

You took a couple of moments before admitting “My fiance cheated on me with the wedding planner”

“The fucker” Ari growled making you jump “Sorry” he apologised taking a deep breath to calm himself “Well dating a sexy rugby player is a great way to say fuck you to him” he then smirked.

You rolled your eyes “Yeah but Johnny’s not the one who needs it” you muttered making Ari grin. This was the side of you that was missing, it wasn’t completely gone it just needed coaxing back out.

“There she is” Ari whispered earning a small confused frown from you “Look I won’t lie to you and say I don’t need this because I really really do, but considering all the shit you’re going through and the fact I don’t think you’ve actually accepted my apology” Ari continued “it's up to you, take the time you need to think it through and I promise if you decide to do this I won’t make your life difficult and I’ll do whatever you say”

You took a deep breath and nodded your head “Yeah okay… I’ll think it through and I’ll um get back to you”

“Great, that's all I can ask for” Ari said standing back up “And look I’m sorry about your fiance, he’s a dick and clearly insane for not realising he already had the most incredible woman on the planet” he said, Your lips parted in surprise as you stared up at him.

You went to say something but Ari didn’t want to hear you turn him down so he just flashed you a smile and walked “See you soon” he said as he stepped out.

You thought about Ari’s proposition all day and still couldn’t come to an answer. You thought it would be a simple answer, a straight-up no, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. There was a small niggling thought at the back of your mind that was holding you back.

So instead of going straight home after work, you went to Chris and Elena’s house to talk it out with them. Hopefully hearing them say it was an insane idea would reassure that little thought and you could just say no.

So here you were sitting on the couch, feet tucked up beneath you as you cradled a cup of tea. You would have preferred a glass of wine or something stronger but you needed a clear head, drunk decisions were almost always bad decisions.

“Right, so what is it that Steph wants you to do?” Elena asked as she sat down on the adjacent couch next to Chris, their dog Dodger jumping up to join them.

“She wants me to be Ari’s fake girlfriend for the rest of the season” you sighed, running your finger around the rim of your mug.

“Why you?” she questioned.

“Because I stupidly gave her the perfect criteria and I match it” you scoffed shaking your head “the mutual connection, someone who’s looking to settle down” you didn’t say the part about being his type because you weren’t quite sure what to do with that information yourself.

“And there’s no one else?” Chris asked as he scratched Dodger behind the ear.

“Apparently not” you shrugged, “Steph said she trusted me because of my expertise in the area”

Chris hummed and nodded his head “What did Ari say about it?”

“He’s in, said he’s desperate to make the national team and is willing to do whatever it takes” you sighed, taking a sip of your tea.

“Makes sense, he’s 30 now, will be 31 by the next world cup and 35 at the one after, but he might have retired by then” Chris shrugged “This might be his last chance”

You let out a small huff “Thanks that doesn’t make me feel guilty at all”

Chris gave you an apologetic smile “Sorry, it’s just that being his captain I want to see him make that team, it would be awesome to play alongside him at the world cup”

“Why is it that you don’t want to do it? I mean before last week you two seemed to get on pretty fine” Elena asked as she sat forward a bit.

That was another problem. You two did get along well, too well. You could recall the first time you saw him, you noticed him the moment he walked into the hotel. It was like a moment in a romance novel when the female lead sees her love interest and the whole world stops for a moment.

You’d looked away before he spotted you, you were engaged and couldn’t be ogling other men. When he came over and shook your hand it made your entire body jolt and your next breath felt like the very first. You tried to put up a front and push him away but he kept coming straight back and you felt your resolve breaking. You had felt so guilty at the time, especially when you had a less-than-innocent dream about him that night.

You had tried to forget about him, but he seemed rooted in your mind. When you watched the livestream of the cup final you told yourself it was for Elena’s sake, even if you had told her you wouldn’t be watching. But deep down you knew it was because of a large man with gorgeous long locks and a thick beard.

“Because I just got out of a long-term relationship” you landed on with a sigh “I can’t just fall back into another one”

“It's not a real one though” Elena pointed out “You’ll still be single, and you’ll have time to be single for a while without interference and find who you are without Dan”

“I guess” you sighed.

“And we both know Dan is going to work out you’re here if he hasn’t already, if he saw you had moved on with a big beefy rugby player he’s gonna be too scared to try and win you back” Elena added.

“You know when I came over I expected you to agree that it was a bad idea” you pointed out over the top of your mug, taking another large sip.

Elena chuckled “I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be a good friend if I straight up lied to you” she pointed out “I understand where you’re coming from but I can see how this benefits you too”

“Yeah and frankly i don’t think you could find someone better to do this sort of thing with” Chris added.

“You really think you should do this?” you sighed.

“I think you should at least give it a go” Elena nodded.

You took a deep breath. Everything they said was true, yeah you would be in a fake relationship in person but in private you would be single and undisturbed. Ari would provide you with that privacy, and in return, you could help him achieve his childhood dream.

“Okay fine I’ll do it” you sighed in resignation.

Elena smiled back excitedly “Yes this is gonna be great!” she grinned “You should let him know now”

“Not now, we’ll have to go over the rules and the plan,” you said shaking your head.

“You could invite him over here? Go over it together with us?” Chris suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re not going to drop this are you?” you sighed knowingly.

“Nope. please this is so exciting! It's like something out of a movie!” Elena grinned.

You rolled your eyes “Fine, but I don’t have his number so you’ll have to call him”

“Sure not a problem” Chris said reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.

Faster than you expected Ari was knocking on the front door. Dodger instantly ran to greet him, you could hear Ari’s deep chuckle down the hallway. Chris and him were chatting as they walked towards the living room. You noticed that his long hair was damp, it wasn’t raining so you wondered whether he’d just gotten out of the shower when Chris called. The mental image of Ari in the shower flashed through your mind, your mouth went dry at the image, all the moisture travelling elsewhere. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat as you pushed the mental image from your mind.

Ari’s gaze shifted to you and a lopsided smile grew on his lips “Y/N” he greeted.

You cleared your throat again “Ari”

“Chris said you wanted to talk to me about the whole fake dating thing,” he said as he walked over and sat on the same couch as you.

You took a deep breath, which you quickly regretted because even though he was sitting on the opposite end of the couch you could smell his body wash. It was pine with a hint of citrus, it was fresh and comforting all at the same time.

“Uh yeah, I uh thought it over and I think we should do it but we have to lay out some rules” You shifted and turned towards him, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

“Of course, like Steph said you’re in charge and I’m your puppet” he smirked reclining back, arm resting across the back of the couch.

Your gaze shifted to his hand, his long thick fingers which were now much closer to you. You hadn’t noticed how large his hands were. Your mind started down the rabbit hole again, you wondered how warm and comforting they were. How they might feel against your body… holding you…

“So what rules have you got in mind?” Ari’s fingers drummed against the couch breaking you out of your trance.

“Right yes rules” You cleared your throat, shifting further away from him “Well obviously we cannot tell anyone about this, the fewer people that know the better”

Ari nodded “of course, I’m assuming you two won’t say anything” he glanced over to Chris and Elena.

“Lips are sealed” Elena confirmed, “what about your parents though Tommi?”

You shrugged your shoulders “with them in England it should be fine, especially since we’re gonna take this slow, a whirlwind romance doesn’t sell settling down” you looked over at Ari who was rubbing his hand over his beard “what about your parents?”

“Same as you, they’re travelling” he hummed “How slow are we taking this?”

“Uh well we need to lay some groundwork first” you explained “like establishing that I’m here in Boston not LA”

“What about your ex? Are you sure you want him to know that?” Ari frowned, hand dropping back down to the back of the couch.

“Not really, but I’ve blocked him and any of his friends so I should be fine,” you told him.

Ari tightly nodded “As long as you’re sure, so what’s after that?”

“Uh well, maybe a social event that we’re both at, somewhere where we can appear in the back of photos chatting?” you suggested.

“Johnny is throwing a Halloween party next week? You could be my plus one” Elena suggested.

“What about me?” Chris huffed looking over at Elena.

“You have your own invite meatball” Elena slapped his chest, shaking her head at him.

“Okay yeah that works, there will be group photos and we can be in the background of a couple” you nodded thinking it through in your head “It’ll establish a when and where we met”

“But we met back in LA, don’t tell me you forgot that lunch?” Ari pointed out, a fake look of hurt on his face.

You rolled your eyes “It will establish it for people online” you clarified before taking another deep breath “And then after that, we need a time where we meet up, maybe as a four?”

“We can go to brunch?” Chris suggested.

“Perfect, and then we just need to go out a couple of times just us two but we can decide on that later, are there any events I should be aware of?” You asked glancing around at everyone, only allowing yourself to look at Ari for a second or two.

“Only Thanksgiving and the Christmas charity dinner at the beginning of December, the rest of our events are at the end of the season” Ari explained.

“You don’t go home for Thanksgiving?” You frowned, you couldn’t imagine not spending time with your family for Thanksgiving. Although it didn’t look like you’d be able to fly to England to celebrate with your parents this year.

“It depends on what day the match is that weekend, if it’s Sunday or Saturday some players do go home to family but if it’s Friday like it is this year my dad organises a team Thanksgiving for players who don’t have family in the state” El explained “players can bring a friend or their partner”

“Are you going to your parents?” Ari asked grabbing your attention.

You shifted in your seat, glancing down at your fiddling fingers unable to focus with his intense gaze “I don’t know, it might be too expensive this year”

“I could help if-“ Ari started but you interrupted. As much as you wanted to see your parents for Thanksgiving, you didn’t want to owe Ari money.

“No it’s fine, me going to this player's thanksgiving is good for PR, it can essentially confirm the relationship and then we’ll make our official outing as a couple at the charity dinner” you said with a sharp shake of your head.

It looked like Ari went to argue but when his eyes met yours his mouth snapped shut. He cleared his throat and nodded in agreement “sounds like a good plan… what else do we need to discuss?”

You were grateful for the slight change in topic but the only thing left to discuss was the part that made you the most uncomfortable. Public displays of affection. You knew you couldn’t outright ban it but you just weren’t sure how you felt about Ari holding you and kissing you.

“Right” your voice came out strained so you cleared your throat “Of course we will have to do some PDA but we should ease into it as a normal couple would and we should clear it with each other beforehand”

Ari nodded “Understandable, I’m not one for big displays of public displays of affection”

You breathed out a sigh of relief even though there was a small part of you that was ever so slightly disappointed. You pushed that part away though, you had just gotten out of a serious relationship, you needed to be single for a while and focus on yourself. Even if you did have to be in a fake relationship to do so. The irony was not lost on you.

“Cool I think that’s it for now, I’ll um plan out more of the strategy for later on is there anything you want to ask?”

“What’s the end date on this?” Ari asked.

“Well I guess once we know if you’ve made the team we can start putting things in place that lead to the eventual breakup” you shrugged “which works nicely since I’ll probably want to move onto a better-paid job in New York or something”

Ari frowned “You don’t plan on staying here?”

“You just got here” Elena pouted.

You looked over at Elena and felt instantly guilty “I know and I’m grateful for what you guys have done but sports PR is a bit of a step-down, I’m staying on the east coast though so we’ll be able to see each other easily”

Elena gave you an understanding smile “Guess I can live with that” she playfully rolled her eyes.

You smiled back before shifting your gaze back to Ari who still looked unhappy at the idea of you moving. For whatever reason you had no clue. You could practically see the cogs in his head turning as he looked back at you with an unhappy frown. It made your hands itch like you wanted to reach out and comfort him. It made you quickly jump up from the couch, you needed out. Especially when Ari’s frown changed to one of concern at your sudden motion.

“Right if that’s everything, I’m gonna head home because it’s been a long day” you ran your hand through your hair, pushing it from your face.

Ari slowly rose from the couch “Me too, I’ll walk you out” he said barely looking away from you as he said “Thanks for having us Evans”

Both Chris and Elena had amused looks on their faces as they looked up at you “sure we’ll see you both at the Halloween party” Chris nodded.

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow El” You cleared your throat and grabbed your bag and made a swift exit.

Ari with his long legs had no issue keeping up with you, following you at the door and towards your car. His jeep parked next to yours, you had expected him to be more of an Audi kinda guy. You had seen more sides of him since landing in Boston than you expected. The angry, grumpy side, the cheeky side and a really calming and sincere side.

You couldn’t forget the way he put his hand on your knee and calmed you down with just that gesture in Steph’s office earlier today. The way he had apologised and told you how blind your ex was. An apology that you had yet to officially accept. You paused as you reached your car, you couldn’t go into a fake relationship and not accept his apology.

With a deep sigh, you quickly turned around. Ari’s brow quirking in surprise as you looked up at him “I accept your apology for the other day, you had a bad day and so had I, it’s all water under the bridge”

Ari nodded “My bad day was no excuse, I am really sorry and I promise not to hurt you like that again” he held his hand over his heart.

“Thank you… I’ll um see you at the party or at work I guess” You nodded, and just as you turned back towards your car Ari spoke up.

“Hey I know you said about asking before doing public displays of affection, but what about the other kind of PDA?” Ari asked.

You frowned in confusion and turned to face him “What other kinds?” surprised to find him a couple of steps closer.

Ari smirked down at you “private displays of affection”

You let out a scoff that sounded more like a squeak “Definitely not”

“C’mon we can call it practice, the only reason I play well on game days is because of practice” he points out “It’ll mean you’re not as awkward when it happens”

“What about you?”

“Trust me the last thing I’ll be feeling is awkward”

You thought about his reasoning. You had seen plenty of fake couples who couldn’t sell it because they seemed uncomfortable in each other’s presence. The slight flinches here and there.

“Fine but you have to ask” you huffed starting to turn back towards your car.

“Good, so can I kiss you?” Ari asked

“Now?” You squeaked.

“Yeah I don’t see why not” he shrugged “It's dark, no one’s around, seems pretty perfect otherwise I’d have to sneak to your apartment or something and risk getting caught and that’ll blow the going slow part” he sighed.

“Fine! One kiss” you snapped glaring up at him.

Ari’s smirk grew as he stepped closer and cupped your jaw “one kiss” he promised with a whisper before leaning in.

Your intention had been to pull away a second later. It didn’t need to be anything more than a peck. But it was like your mind shortcircuited and instead of pulling away you stepped forward. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as he tilted your head back, his other hand moving to the small of your back to pull you closer.

You had planned to be the one to pull away but when Ari did you found yourself chasing his lips.

“I’d say that was a perfect practice attempt,” he said, voice low as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

That snapped you back to reality. You scurried back until your back hit your car door. Your hand touched your lips as they continued to tingle.

“Yes, right. Bye. I’ll um see you at work or the party or” you didn’t finish your sentence. You just got in the car, slammed the door shut and drove off as quickly as you could.

You glanced in the rearview mirror as Ari disappeared into the distance. You could see him laughing as he shook his head, watching you go.

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reyesstrand · 2 days ago

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If you’re still doing them Maddie, I wish you would write a fic where TK cooks for Carlos for the first time 💖

The weight of a long shift—a week of them, all spilling into each other like dominos—digs into Carlos’ shoulders as he sighs and stretches his neck and thumbs the ridges of his house key before shoving it in the lock.

TK’s been texting him most of the day, just aimless, endearing tangents about a dream he had the night before and the cheesy medical procedurals available to him on streaming, along with a smiley selfie or two, and it’s kept him upright. Upright through the back-to-back domestic disturbances; the multi-vehicle pileups. Carlos didn’t want to bug him with talk of work when his boyfriend’s still on mandatory leave, but he thinks it’s been written on his face, lately, just how tired he is.

“Hey babe.”

Tired enough to not even register TK standing by the dining table, in a pair of dark jeans and t-shirt. His bandage pokes over the edge of his collar, and Carlos focuses on it like he always does; on how much is being held together with stitches and gauze, on how quickly a life—the most important life—could’ve been taken away. Carlos’ eyes drift up to his boyfriend’s face: the slight pinkness to his cheeks, the soft creases around his eyes.

“Hey,” Carlos says, stepping in close and accepting the hug TK pulls him into. “I thought we were meeting up tomorrow night.”

TK’s gaze is warm when he pulls back from the hug and instead cups Carlos’ face. “We still are. I just wanted to check in on you tonight.”

“I’m fine,” Carlos insists, reaching up to gently squeeze at TK’s wrists, sparing an extra second to feel the thrum of his pulse under his thumbs.

“Baby, you’re running on fumes.”

Carlos bites the inside of his cheek, allowing himself to absorb the pet name TK’s been using more and more; allowing himself to wonder what exactly gave himself away to his boyfriend.

“I thought you could use a night in,” TK continues, lacing their fingers together now so he can tug Carlos further into the house; into the kitchen, which he is just now noticing has been used. “The market didn’t have red snapper,” TK pauses, his eyes flashing with mischief as their gazes lock, “but the guy told me the salmon was super fresh. It needs like, two more minutes in the oven and then we can eat.”

Carlos takes it all in: the mixing bowl full of a salad, complete with roasted nuts and segments of citrus; the smell of garlic and onion; the candlelight filling the room. TK gives him a nervous little smile as he gently moves around him in the small space when the timer goes off, filling their plates with fluffy, herbed rice and filets topped with lemon slices.

“Let me help you,” Carlos says, finally finding his voice after watching his boyfriend in quiet wonder.

“I can handle two plates, babe,” TK teases, jerking his chin toward the dressed table. “Go sit. Let me take care of you for once, Reyes.”

He listens to TK and sits in his usual chair, imagining his boyfriend in his home, humming along to music blasting from his phone as he diced vegetables and prepped dozens of ingredients so it could all come together in time. It’s a sight he hopes to come home to forever. It’s a sight he hopes to witness; to be a part of, next time.

Once they’re across from each other, Carlos’ stomach growls. He’d barely had time for a protein bar in the first half of his shift. He brings a forkful to his mouth and hums happily as flavour bursts over his tongue.

“I didn’t know you could cook like this,” Carlos admits, as the side of his fork glides through the fish.

“Well, you’re always so particular about your recipes,” TK jokes, before shrugging his good shoulder. He reaches across the table and squeezes Carlos’ hand. “I want to do this for you more. I want to do this together.”

“I’d love that,” Carlos smiles, thumb stroking over TK’s knuckles. Suddenly not wanting to hold it in anymore, and feeling brave in the golden light of their moment together, Carlos says: “I love you.”

TK beams. There’s something like wonder in his eyes when he replies, “I love you too.”

It feels like a mortal failing to not kiss him in this moment, and so Carlos does; pushing his chair back and leaning over at the waist to cup TK’s jaw in his palm and press their mouths together. Their lips move in an easy slide, and TK tastes of citrus, of something distinctly himself.

It’s kind of like coming home. And Carlos never wants it to fade away.

(i wish you would write a fic where…game!)

#sorry this is kinda meh rae—thank you for the prompt!! <3 #answered #tarlos #my fic

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I'm going to ask again since we haven't seen sick Leo in a while. How about, he and Jonah are at some sort of wedding vendor convention/show for engaged couples (these really do exist in the US), and all the caterers have samples for people to taste and they're having a great time until Leo realizes one of the cakes they tasted came from the bakery that supplied his work birthday cake that made him and Jon so sick. So then he's freaking out/whiny/being adorably Leo that he's absolutely going to get sick and Jonah's a fucking doctor and can't he do something (I'm thinking Leo going way overdramatic and asking for his stomach to be pumped or something) and Jonah keeps rolling his eyes and telling him that he's fine.

And then later Leo does start feeling sick but at first Jonah doesn't believe him but then he pukes and he's like "I told you so" but Jonah doesn't so it turns out either than he got food poisoning from one of the appetizers he sampled that Jon didn't (like, it had an ingredient he didn't like or Leo just at a fuckton of them and Jonah only had a bite), or else he got the Vince/Lucas plague somehow.

Is that detailed enough lol? I just want Leo and Jon cute bitching at each other please. And then Jon caretaking when he realize that yes, Leo is actually unwell.

But hey, no pressure.

No pressure lmao. I tried to type this one as fast as I could, so maybe it can get a part 2? Not sure!

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"I won't preteeend, that I won't miss thiiiis," Leo squealed, hand in hand with Jon and all but skipping, "But Portland, Maine, I don't know where that iiiis."

Jonah let out a snort as his fiancé sang the chorus again, "do you only know this part of the song?" he grinned and Leo waved him off.

"And you can go ahead and hate me, that's just fine," he sang smugly, "It doesn't matter either way, I'm right. Portland, Maiiiine-"

Jonah rolled his eyes as the off-key singing continued, pulling Leo closer by their clasped hands and shutting him up with a kiss, "you're silly."

"Yeah, but you love me," the blonde chuckled, kissing him back and then moving so he could press a kiss to Jonah's shoulder, keeping them closer as they continued to walk through the conference center in Portland.

They had gotten to the town at 8 AM, but regardless of the early hour, the event was packed. Each vendor had its own stand and they were organized in several rows, by different categories.

Jonah wasn't particularly thrilled, he felt that this was the type of place couples went to get discounted prices and he had no desire to bargain on his wedding, he wanted the best, no matter the cost. Nevertheless, Leo was beaming. He loved any type of sales, but most importantly, he clearly loved being involved in the planning.

It was 10:30 AM by now and Jon's stomach was starting to rumble with hunger. Leo clearly probably didn't share this feeling, since he had been trying every single food sample that the many stands kept offering him.

"Okay, so we're set on the black invitations?" Jonah reached for the iPad in his bag, looking at the itemized list Wendy had helped him put together. She was an amazing party organizer and he the harder part of asking for her help on anything was to get her to stop.

"Only if you agree on the different lining," Leo rested his chin on Jon's shoulder, "I really liked the one that was a photoshoot."

"I thought those were pretty as well," Jonah turned his head just in time to plant a kiss on the tip of Leo's nose, causing his boyfriend to scrunch it adorably, "this means we need to find two different photographers, one for the wedding, one for the photoshoot-"

"Could be the same one," Leo shrugged, tugging him towards a table, "oh try this-" he said, eyeing the fancy chocolate truffles. Jonah eye rolled at him.

"No, it's going to spoil my appetite," he scoffed, going through their list, "I wanna get a look at the venue representatives here-"

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Two hours later and Jonah was feeling extremely proud of himself. He had connected with several vendors and booked two different venue tours, besides they had matched well with several photographers and stylists-

His stomach let out a grumble, loud enough that Leo heard and raised his eyebrows, even in the crowded space, "that was your tummy?"

Jonah's cheeks burned and he looked away, crossing his arms, "I'm starving-"

"The cafeteria closed thirty minutes ago," Leo sighed, already pulling out his phone to search for a restaurant. Jonah shifted, he was really hungry, he had been so focused on the task at hand that he hadn't really thought about eating.

"Here," Jon stepped forward and grabbed some shrimp canapes from one of the stands, taking their card as well, although that was just for show, "have some-" his cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of it all, but there was no other immediate option and his insides were hurting.

Jonah ate his two canapes and Leo took one, munching on it without looking up from his phone, "alright, there's a restaurant about thirty minutes away from here on foot," he said, licking his thumb, "doesn't seem fancy, but if you're really hungry-"

"I'm starving," Jonah nodded, tagging along with him, "I was dumb."

Leo snorted at that, rolling his eyes as he ate his second shrimp canape, "nothing new ther- What's that?"

"What?" Jonah glanced down at his body, since Leo was glaring at him, "what is it?"

"In your hand?"

"Oh, just the card of the shrimp canapes. They're really good, by the way, though I might just be starv-" Jonah's voice faded as Leo snatched the card from his hand and then let out a loud groan.

"JON!" He whined, loud enough that some people looked their way, "Jon, that's Culinary Chic's card!"

He simply blinked at his boyfriend, confused, "should I know them...?"

"YES! These are the pricks who poisoned us on my birthday! The ones who did the cupcakes!" Leo's face paled and he let out a queasy groan, "oh my god, I'm gonna be sick."

Jonah rolled his eyes at his histrionics, "you had two little canapes, baby. Besides, it's not a very original name, it's probably a different cate-"

"Nope," Leo whined, continuing to walk, hunched over as if his stomach was hurting even though Jon was fairly sure it was down right impossible for him to be feeling sick 30 seconds after swallowing his food, "I'd know their logo anywhere, the office sued them- See! It says on the back that they're from Welton!"

Jonah cringed, "well, that's not ideal," he agreed, "but I feel fine. I'm sure you're just being dramatic-"

"Can you get it out of me?" Leo asked, just as they stepped outside the conference center. It was windy outside and Jonah shivered, while his fiancé collapsed dramatically on one of the benches on the sidewalk, "please? If we go to a hospital, can you do your mojo, get my stomach pumped-"

"Leo," Jonah cackled, standing in front of him and messing Leo's hair, "don't be ridiculous, I couldn't do that even if I believed you're actually feeling sick, which I don't."

"Do you hate me?" Leo's voice came out muffled as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Jon's tummy and wrapping both arms around his stomach, "I can feel it churning inside of me."

Jon let out a scoff, patting his back, "there, there. Can you get up? I'm really hungry, Leo. Starting to feel woozy from hunger, really."

Leo got up, pouting the entire time and moved away as Jonah tried to take his hand, "no, don't talk with me, you don't believe me," he squeezed his eyes as if he felt a cramp, "that fucking place poisoned me, again, and you won't even do anything about it."

Jonah glared at the side of his head, continuing to walk. He wasn't kidding about feeling woozy, while Leo had snacked all day on samples, Jon hadn't eaten since the day before.

"Okay, Leo, whatever," he snapped, feeling a little sting of annoyance. Couldn't his boyfriend save the scene for later, when Jonah wasn't about to collapse from hunger?

The rest of the walk was quiet. Jonah was feeling genuinely dizzy and Leo seemingly had gotten offended, so he was walking next to him with his arms wrapped around his belly and glaring at the ground.

"Is this the place?" Jon asked, as they stopped at a little rundown tiny restaurant. It was definitely not fancy, but it'd do. The smell of the food was amazing.

Leo nodded, not looking at him, "uh-hum."

With a tired huff, Jonah walked ahead and inside the place. Leo followed him without a word.

He ordered the first thing his eyes latched on, as well as a coke, then turned expectantly to Leo, "what do you want?"

"Nothing," Leo shook his head, with a grimace, "a water."

"You're not going to be sick," Jonah sighed as soon as the waiter was gone, rubbing his temples, before reaching over the table to squeeze Leo's wrist, "I ate the same as you, baby, I'm not sick."

"Well, I'm sick of your voice, so clam up," Leo bit back, squinting at him, "if you won't believe me, then don't talk with me. My stomach hurts."

Jonah rolled his eyes, grimacing as his own belly cramped, although in his case it was because of hunger, "alright, shutting up," he pulled out his phone in order to avoid looking at Leo.

They sat there in deadly silence for fifteen minutes, until finally the waiter came over with his order. Leo reached for his water bottle immediately, while Jonah barely had enough time to thank the waiter before he was munching on the food as fast as he could.

It was rare that he allowed himself to be this impolite, but truly he was starting to see some colorful dots in front of his eyes.

Jonah was so focused and famished, that it was only when he was halfway through his meal that he slowed down and let out a relieved sigh, lowering his fork and knife, "are you sure you don't wanna order something? It's actually really good-"

"No," Leo had lowered his forehead to the table, "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Because of one measly shrimp canapé?" Jonah teased him, still not buying it, "doubt it."

It was the wrong thing to say, because Leo straightened up in his seat, pressing his hand to his lips and swallowing convulsively, "please, stop talking about food..." his voice was weaker now and Jon frowned.

"Are you actually sick?"

Instead of answering him, as soon as Leo lowered his hand, a sick belch rolled past his lips. His whole face turned red and he let out a whine, lowering his head in shame, "I'm sorry, excuse me-"

Jonah frowned, "Leo?"

His fiancé fidgeted, then shot up from his seat, cradling his stomach, "I- I'll be right back..." he grumbled in a thick, distorted voice, before shooting away in the direction of the bathrooms.

Jonah grimaced in sympathy, but still didn't get up. If Leo was sick, then he had a very long day ahead of him. And, in truth, Jon still wasn't fully convinced Leo hadn't talked himself into feeling queasy or upset his stomach with all the samples he had eaten.

He finished his meal, then drummed his fingers against the table, unnerved by Leo not returning. Jonah counted five more minutes, before fishing out his phone once again.

"Wow, so fucking worried over my wellbeing, you dickhead," Leo scoffed, as soon as he came back to the table, collapsing on his seat. Jonah rolled his eyes, lifting up his head and turning the phone around.

"I was getting us a hotel room, you prick," he glared at Leo, "clearly you're in no shape for us to drive back to Welton."

Leo's eyes widened, adorably, as he glanced from the screen with the booked room, then back to Jonah, then they welled up in tears, "Ah... I'm sorry-"

"What- No! Nononono-" Jonah leaped from his seat, so he could crouch down in front of Leo's, "no, baby, don't cry. That's alright, I didn't believe you, I was a dick-"

"You booked us a hotel room..." Leo sniffled, rubbing angrily the microtears glued to his lashes, "and I was a jerk and I feel so-so horrible-"

"I know, I know," Jonah cooed, biting down an amused smile at the over the top reaction. He reached in, cupping Leo's cheeks and wasn't even a little bit surprised as heat met his hands, "you're running a fever, love. Did you end up throwing up?"

"No," Leo shook his head, curling up and lowering his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "other end," his voice came out muffled and from the corner of his eye Jon could see his cheeks turning red.

He let out a sympathetic noise, "that sucks. Do you think you can handle the walk back to our car in the conference center or you'd rather we just took a taxi straight to the hotel?"

Leo let out a whimper and his answer was entirely swallowed as he ducked his head and muffled a burp in his hand.

"Leo?"

"Taxi," his face had turned the color of spoiled milk, "I really don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, darling, I think you caught some bug," Jonah stroked his cheek, ignoring the confused looks from the other patrons in the restaurant and clicking around on his phone to call them a ride.

"Go wait outside, I'll get you a bag," Jon instructed, pulling Leo up a minute later, "go, baby-"

The tip of Leo's nose was still red and he looked every little bit like puss in boots, making it very hard for Jon to keep a straight face. Still, the blonde walked out, while Jonah went to the cashier to get the bill and ask for a plastic bag, as well as a new water bottle.

As soon as he made it outside, though, he realized he too late. Leo had had the decency of not throwing up right in front of the restaurant, he was by the end of the street, but braced against a street lamp and projectile vomiting in the gutter.

Jon's stomach clenched and he tried, really hard, not to gag. It took all the love in him to walk closer and plant a hand on Leo's back, squeezing his shoulder in a reassuring manner.

There was absolutely no chance in hell he could even afford to glance at the mess, after having just eaten, so Jonah opted for only standing there and checking their ride in the app, making sure Leo wasn't about to collapse down.

After what felt like an eternity, but his phone told him was exactly six minutes, Leo coughed and spat, letting out a groan, "what the fuck was this..." his words were sticking together and he stumbled back, before leaning against Jon's side, "god..."

"Very impressive," Jonah mumbled, gulping down his own gag and breathing slowly through his mouth, "take a sip, baby-" he pushed the water bottle in Leo's shaky hands, "a small one."

Leo took the smallest sip he could, before wrapping a hand around his belly and grimacing, "it's churning like hell... How long for the taxi?"

"Two minutes," Jonah combed his fingers through Leo's sweaty hair, guiding him slowly away from the disgusting mess, "I'll rub your tummy for as long as you want, as soon as we're in the room."

"Uhm," Leo pressed a fist to his mouth, muffling a wet burp and moved back to the street in order to spit out a mouthful of frothy saliva, "remember you said that."

#mywriting #sickfic #leo wagner #emetophilia #emeto #stomach flu #upset tummy #jonah thriving in his Bitchy Element

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ugafan · 1 day ago

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(First Rough Draft Spin-off Ficlet) BTZ III: Subaru and Reinhard Go Camping and Nothing Happens!

Recently I've become very invested in the writing of @sufferu. Their work is brilliant and frankly got me back into Re:Zero more than the current season did. One of their IF stories for Re:Zero "Back to Zero" has moved into my head the last few weeks and I decided to make it pay rent and write a little bit on it. This is only part of a rough draft of the first half of the first chapter and I'm bound to rewrite parts of it (if not all of it tomorrow once I'm embarrassed of it). So feedback is totally welcome because frankly, I haven't written anything in far too long.

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"He's challenging him," Joshua thought with a frown. Clearly, yesterday had been the straw that broke the dragon's back.

Joshua still felt embarrassed for the Sword Saint, if not full-blow pity for what had happened. Subaru was having a better day when the red-haired knight had come to visit. Summer had just started and a good breeze had swept through the grounds, welcoming those who wanted to spend their afternoon in the open air. Subaru had wanted to go outside for a change of scenery, perhaps a walk down the road and back to the estate for lunch. No one had objected, honestly, they were glad at this change of pace for Subaru.

A good pace is what Joshua had wanted for Subaru, after everything. Just keeping a good pace was enough. He always scolded himself when he thought they were through the worst of it. Whenever he thought that it felt like he was tempting something far too dangerous for anyone to overcome.

It was during that walk, however, that something had darted in the treeline, dark and fast. The party had frozen where they stood. Hearts raced as a bush shook and a black mass bounded from the leaves, pushing towards Subaru. Reinhard had moved to intercept, threatening to slice the threat in twine until Subaru's scream stopped him in his tracks.

And what followed the scream came sobbing, not from Subaru but from a girl who had rushed out of the bush following what was now very easily identifiably a very large dog. A dog who very clearly didn't realize how close it was to being gutted by one of the most legendary swordsmen in the world, was now being clutched by a distraught little girl.

"P-please, I'm sorry! He just got away, please d-don't hurt him!" sobbed the child, clinging onto the large hairy dog. Her body shook and her sobs punctured the air. Subaru had looked back to the scene and scowled at Reinhard.

"What is the matter with you!" Subaru had said, his voice fierce and fast before turning around to comfort the poor child, consolingly saying how nothing was going to happen to them and everything would be fine.

The crying had started to cease as Joshua's attention moved towards Reinhard's, who looked stricken and had turned away.

That was yesterday, and now today Subaru stood over a large backpack with a roll of canvas strapped to it. Joshua wondered how long Subaru had that backpack, eyeing some of the cooking utensils tied to a cord. Certainly, a servant in the kitchen will feel remiss for their missing pans.

Reinhard paused, looking between the backpack and Subaru. He then turned to his grandfather Wilhelm for advice but was met with a similar look of disconcertment.

"…Did you have any location in particular" started Reinhard, who still looked unsure.

"I'm certain with the journeys you have been on you must know a place or two, right?" asked Subaru with a playful wink.

"…Is that canvas treated for waterproofing?" continued the knight.

Subaru grinned. "I'm told it is the same ones as those issued to soldiers of the Kingdom of Lugunica!" said Subaru, as if countering a blow.

Reinhard frowned. "Then you should also bring a covering for the tent".

"Oh right, right," said Subaru, placing a hand on his chin as if to think. "Perhaps this one will suffice?" asked Subaru, reaching down, producing another piece of fabric that he placed around the corner of the hall.

Joshua caught Wilhem rubbing his eyes with a finger and a thumb.

Reinhard bit his lip. "…When did you wish to go on this excursion?".

"I think this weekend would be great! Not too late into the heat of summer but with that freshness of spring still hanging on!" Subaru gave a thumbs up at Reinhard. Joshua could practically feel the apprehension of the knight.

"Are you sure you are feeling well enough for something like this, Subaru?" asked Reinhard with caution in his voice.

Subaru's eyes darted onto Ferris, who stood behind Reinhard and next to Wilhelm. Joshua could hear the poor healer groan at being brought into this without even being talked to yet.

"Please, greatest healer of the Kingdom whose credentials are without question. Am I well enough for travel?" asked Subaru, pointing a finger at the Knight of Blue while placing a hand behind his head, as if striking a pose of sorts.

"N-…Nyew have improved enough for light travel, but nyew shouldn't be!-". But before Ferris could continue, Wilhelm had placed a hand on his shoulder. Both Reinhard and Ferris looked at the elder knight with almost a look of betrayal. Wilhelm gave the younger knight a look, one that clearly signaled a lot through the Crusch camp, and the resistance the healer had made to put up was squashed. Reinhard looked between the two but found no give. With Ferris's silence, there were no more knights left for Reinhard to reinforce his position.

"…It could rain".

"That happens, it's why I brought the rain cover".

"Mabeasts are common in these forests, it would be ill-advised too-".

"I've talked to local huntsmen and merchants in the area and they've all agreed that the population of Mabeasts has been down. Also, you are the greatest swordsman in the world, so that's not a problem".

"We could go to the capital, there are plenty of different forms of entertainment".

At that, Subaru shook his head. "No, no, no I…I can't do crowds" said Subaru, a look of pain in his eyes that wasn't missed by anyone. Reinhard wilted at that.

Subaru's fingers clenched tightly around the backpack he placed on the ground, fingers gripping tightly against the canvas. "Reinhard, I really want to go out camping with you. I want to spend time with you, and this is something I want to do with you. Please, it will only be a couple of days out in the woods. I've…I've been feeling so much better lately! And-and I…I don't want to waste it trapped inside…" Subaru seemed to waver but steadied. "Just a few miles away from the world, just the two of us!".

It was the smile on Subaru's face that caused Reinhard to wilt even further.

Said knight again looked towards the camping supplies on the floor, as if steeling himself before starting again. "Forgive me, Subaru. But I have duties this week that cannot be overlooked".

Joshua noticed Subaru's mouth clench for a brief moment before he steadied himself, smiling once more. If that wasn't noticeable, then the hurt in his eyes certainly was.

Subaru had turned around now, his shoes squeaking against the tiled floor as continued. "R-Right," said Subaru, his back towards Reinhard. "I understand, you have many great duties as a knight. To his people…and his king…" The small crowd that had gathered looked on with bated breath as the mean-eyed youth produced a letter from his pocket. Joshua wanted to laugh, because there it was, the royal seal, stamped in the signature red-gold wax reserved for the sovereign of the nation.

Reinhard's eyes widened, for he knew his doom was signed.

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"I cannot believe you had the king of Lugunica order the Sword Saint to go camping with you!" shouted Joshua, who was currently sitting on the edge of Subaru's bed.

"Our king likes puppies" shrugged Subaru who was currently trying on a deep gray cloak. "I informed her of what happened yesterday and our king felt that Lugunica's champion needed time off" Subaru looked at himself in the mirror. "A very wise decision our king has made" added Subaru, nodding as if he wasn't the Kingdom's biggest tattletale.

Joshua sighed deeply, placing his head in his hands. "He already apologized to you, the girl, the girl's father, and the girl's dog!" said Joshua hotly. "Why torture him with informing the king?".

Subaru bristled at that. "Torture? Should I remind you of those trips I took with him to the capital? No, THAT was torture!" bellowed Subaru, who walked over to the cabinet to find another piece of clothing. He moved a few shirts and coats on the rack before finding a red jacket that he made an off face at. "I just want him to act like a regular person when he's around me!" said his friend indignantly before finding a green cloak and draping it over his shoulder. Joshua agreed with the choice, at least in his head. Green did look better on him, it made his eyes lighter.

It was the long sigh that made Joshua frown again. He watched as Subaru hunched over the dresser and stared at the mirror. "He saved my life once, you know? I just… I want him to be…" the words seemed to fail him, as they did Joshua. Subaru did tell him about the day in the capital, and the encounter with the Bowel-Hunter, which mind you, if you asked him was ridiculous that she became part of the Emilia camp, but that was another matter entirely. What mattered to Joshua at this moment was the look on Subaru's face. Even now, after everything that has happened, Joshua would still catch him with that pained expression from time to time.

Especially when he thought nobody was looking.

"I didn't want to use that letter, to have to get a king to pull rank on him like that…" said Subaru. "He's…different around other people than he is with me, but I remember that first day we met. It was different before…everything else". Subaru didn't need to elaborate to him on what "everything else" was. It was even painful for Joshua to watch, as the "everything else" seemed to drag Subaru back into it. How "everything else" seemed to make Subaru small again.

"I…want that Reinhard back" spoke Subaru quietly. "And if…if he can't…we can't…".

It was quiet for a moment, and then another. He could see the frown deepen on Subaru's face. Joshua took action. "You will be careful on this trip, right?".

At his voice, Subaru shook out of his thoughts. Nodding at him through the mirror as he rummaged through a drawer. "I'm not going that far, Joshua. Barely into the forest. Might as well be camping in the yard…" muttered Subaru.

Joshua pressed on. "And you will be careful, correct?".

"Yes, mom," said Subaru, rolling his eyes. To which Joshua couldn't help but smirk.

"And you'll pack an extra pair of wool socks?".

"Mom! cried Subaru.

It was another beat of silence before the two broke out into chuckles. Subaru resumed going through the drawer and found a pair of hide leather gloves. "I'll pack the socks for Reinhard. I'm not the one getting cold feet" said Subaru resolutely as he slid a rough glove onto his hand.

"Good, he's joking again," thought Joshua as he stood up from the bed and walked towards the cabinet, making sure he didn't miss anything that was necessary for the outdoors. Subaru groaned loudly when he made him empty his pack onto his bed and double-checked the contents. Going into the wilderness was no time for carelessness.

#back to zero if #to be clear Reinhard wants to do things with Subaru #but forests are full of evil #And historically Subaru has a bad rap with forests #This is my idea of Subaru trying to brute force his way into a better relationship with people that care about him #Because he physically can't stand things being awkward anymore and wants to move on #So this is the Start of Subaru putting Reinhard “to the test”#ficlet #btz!subaru #btz!reinhard

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