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you're gonna go far | three - golf & parties
SERIES MASTERLIST pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader
summary: where Rafe who hates pogues has a soft spot for one, who couldn't care less about him, she's too independent and too focused on graduating college and making it out of the Cut to pay attention to him or where they say they don't like each other yet for a reason they are always at the same place at the same time, him making time for her and her never pushing him away but again they don't like each other. word count: 5.2k content: angst! alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff authors note: happy valentines! longest chapter so far and I don't think they are getting shorter. Anyways, thank you for everyone who has been reading, liking, reblogging and commenting. enjoy! <3
He couldnât stand your cold demeanor towards him for one more second. He was aware he wasnât your favorite person, but you were never cold to him. Bitchy and a pain in his ass sometimes? Yes, but never cold. You had this warm presence he always claimed to hate, but that was a complete lie. Thatâs one of the reasons he liked you so much; no matter where you were or what you did, you always made things better, not only for him but for everyone around you. That was also why he felt jealous of how you were with the Pogues, even though he would never admit it out loud. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling, which usually wasnât how things went, and he was aware it was his fault. Â
During the next three days, Rafe avoided going to the Country Club on purpose because he wasnât sure what was going to happen, and heâd rather not make things worse. He knew you hated him at the moment, so to avoid making things worse, he stayed home. He hated feeling that way; it was as if the thought of you was enough to make his brain short-circuit. Â
He groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day. Since three days ago, you had been stuck in his mind. He had been uncharacteristically distracted and quiet; his dad had asked him to pull himself together a couple of times during work meetings and he had barely interacted when he got together with his friends. Â
âDude, what's wrong with you?â Topper asked, pausing the game they were playing. Â
âIâm fine,â he muttered, his tone indicating he was anything but fine.
âRight, sure, thatâs why you have been moping for the past few days like a little boy who lost his mom at the supermarket, because youâre fine⌠sure.â Â
âNot moping, just a lot on my mind.â Â
âLike Pogue girl or worâ?â Topper didnât finish his question before Rafe cut him off. Â
âShut up,â he bites back. Â
âOh! So it is her, huh? Whatâs her name again?â Rafe shoots him a glare, and Topper lifts his arms in surrender. âOkay, damn! My bad⌠why donât we go to the club? A bit of golf might help.â Â
âCanât, I have to help Sarah prepare things for the party.â Topper looks at him, not believing a word that came out of his mouth. Â
âDonât give me that bullshit. You never help her with anything; itâs her party, let her handle it.â Rafe sighs, annoyed. âCome on, man, to release some stress before the party.â Â
He stalled for a bit but sighed, giving in. âFine⌠one round, thatâs it.â Â
âAtta boy, I knew you would come through.â Â
No, he didnât forget you worked there and that he might see you, but he was trying his best not to think about that. They made it to the Country Club; Topper had this mischievous gleam in his eyes. He would be lying if he said he didnât plan this, all to see if you and Rafe could interact again. He had fun watching his friend stumble over his words, but he also knew Rafe was in a better mood every time he saw you, so at the end of the day, it was for the greater good if he saw you.
They made their way to their first hole. Topper didnât miss how Rafe looked around, giving subtle, constant glances at the trail as they started playing golf. He was struggling to avoid thinking about you, secretly hoping you would show up in your cart, wearing that uniform that fit you like a glove, and⌠Topper pulls him out of his thoughts by telling him itâs his turn to hit.
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After your break, you returned to the golf course, ready to continue your round. After a few minutes, you spotted two guys. You prepared mentally to greet them. Over the years, you had learned how to overcome your shyness, but some days, you felt your skin crawl whenever you had to address a club member. When you got closer, you noticed who they were and sighed. You parked the cart, and Topperâs face immediately changed as he gave Rafe a knowing smirk. Rafe turned around and saw you, straightening up as he noticed you stepping out of the cart. Â
"Do you ever go to other places?" You smiled but avoided Rafeâs gaze as best you could. Â
"Yes, but we just canât stay away from here." Topper chuckled softly and then turned to see Rafe, who was unusually quiet. It was as if his tongue didnât work. Â
"Will you buy something today, or will I have to beg for tips?" You asked, lifting a brow. Â
"We will buy something today, no need to worry," Topper said. He had been there the last few days, and to your surprise, he was nice, unlike other kooks. You had talked briefly with him a couple of times before and could see yourself being friendly with him, not just because your job required you to be nice to them. Â
"And weâll make sure to tip you well too," Rafe said finally chiming in, making you turn to acknowledge him. Â
"Okay, good." Topper noticed how you werenât smiling at Rafe, and as much as he enjoyed the tension, he was curious about what led to this. Rafe, on the other hand, couldnât stop looking at you. Â
"So whatâs the special today?" Topper spoke up. Â
"We donât have specials," you smiled. "But the Bloody Mary has been a bit popular today. Hereâs the menu if you want to see what else we have." You extended the menu to them, and Rafe took it from your hand, doing anything but looking at the menu. Â
"Yo Rafe, everything good?" Topper asked, noticing he was a bit distracted all this while trying not to laugh. Â
"Yes, I'm just⌠deciding what I want." You stood there, trying to mind your business, but you stole a few glances at Rafe. He seemed different today, or maybe you were just imagining things. Â
"Well, while he decides, I want a Bloody Mary and two shots," Topper requested nicely. Â
"Bloody Mary, simple or double?"Â Â
"Simple, donât want to overdo it." You nodded. Â
"Iâll just have a beer," Rafe asked quietly, noticing the familiarity with which you and Topper talked, and he hated every second of it.
âOkay,â you said as you walked to prepare the Bloody Mary and took out the shots and the beer they had asked for. During this whole time, Rafe couldnât keep his eyes off you, even if he tried his best not to make it obvious. Â
âBloody Mary and shots,â you handed them to Topper, who grabbed them. âAnd the beer,â you gave it to Rafe, your fingers touching his slightly, sending a jolt through both your arms, but you ignored it. Â
âItâs $30 for the Bloody Mary and the shots.â You turned to Topper, who handed you a fifty-dollar bill. Â
âKeep the change,â Topper said, taking a sip. âWow, this is good.â Â
âThanks,â you smiled, putting the bill away. âThe beer is $10.â Rafe handed you the bill quietly, his eyes meeting yours; he could swear you had the prettiest eyes heâd ever seen. You looked away and put the bill away. âNo tip this time?â you asked, trying to see if he would bite back. He had been uncharacteristically quiet, and that didnât sit right with you. Â
Rafe smirked. âOh, you want one?â Â
âI did an amazing job giving you that beer. I think I deserve it.â A small smile you couldnât control formed on your lips. Rafe looked over at you before he dared to speak again. He wanted to make a snarky comment to tease you, but nothing came to mind; he only managed a soft grunt. Â
âYeah, you did a great job.â His voice was slightly strained, but Topper didnât miss the opportunity to chime in. Â
âCome on, Rafe, give her a tip. Itâs the least you can do; after all, sheâs been an amazing waitress.â Rafe shot him a glare, not finding his comment amusing. Â
âIâm not a waitress,â you said, looking at them. Â
âBev cart girl, excuse me.â Topper lifted one hand. âEither way, youâve been great, and I think Rafe here agrees, right, man?â He nudged Rafe, who just huffed quietly. Â
âYeah, youâve been⌠great.â His voice was a bit gruff. He wanted to strangle Topper for making this all harder for him. âYou deserve a⌠nice tip.â Â
âThere you go,â Topper continued teasing him. âDonât hold back.â Rafe grabbed his wallet, not without giving another look to Topper, wishing he wasnât there. Now he didnât want to look cheap, especially not in front of you. He grabbed a fifty-dollar bill and gave it to you. You widened your eyes. Â
âWhat?â Topper wanted to laugh at your reaction; your cold demeanor with him before was gone in an instant, and your eyes had softened. Rafe was a bit embarrassed, blushing, but it was barely noticeable thanks to the weather. Â
âTake it as aâŚâ he paused for a second, looking for the right words. âA token of appreciation⌠for the good service today and on the other days.â He nodded, knowing what he said sounded very stupid. Â
âUh⌠this is too much; itâs like five beers. Itâsââ Before you could even finish, he shook his head.
âTake it. You deserve it.â But this time, the tone he uses makes you believe his words; heâs not playing, heâs not being an asshole. It was one of those moments where you could maybe see another side of him. Â
âThank you.â You give him a small, honest smile, and he softens at the sight of it, his irritation fading slightly. He smiles back, feeling like his heart might leap out of his chest; itâs genuinely embarrassing for him to feel like this around you. Â
âNo problem.â His voice comes out softer than usual, and you decide to ignore it, even if itâs noticeable. Â
âWell⌠I should be going.â Topper nods and takes another sip of his Bloody Mary. Rafe, on the other hand, isnât happy about you having to leave. Â
âWait,â he says, making you turn back to him. Even Topper, who was already walking back to his cart, turns to see what Rafe will do. âUh⌠before you go,â he pauses to gather his thoughts, âI have a question.â Â
âYeah, what is it?â you ask, a bit confused about where this is going. Â
âDo you work here every day?â He never breaks eye contact with you. Â
"I usually donât work on weekends unless they ask me, and my shifts during the week can vary too."Â Â
âWhatâs the usual?â Â
âUh⌠7 to 3. Sometimes I do overtime, and some days I work just half a shift.â Â
âYou do overtime today?â Â
âNo, I get off at 3.â Rafeâs eyes light up at your answer, an idea forming in his mind already. Â
âGood. Thereâs a party at my house today at 7. Why donât you come?â Â
âOhâŚâ you stutter. This is not how you thought this conversation was going to go. In general, you didnât know how it was going to go, but this was definitely not it. âIâI donât think I can make it, but thanks.â You see the way his face drops, and for a second, you feel bad. Then you remember who you are dealing with and shrug it off. Â
âRightâŚâ he says, feeling very disappointed about it. You get back into the cart and drive away. Â
âLook at you, actually trying this time,â Topper says, patting Rafeâs back. Â
âShut up.â Rafeâs soft demeanor is gone the second youâre not around. Â
âOh, okay, I see how it is. Pogue princess disappears, and youâre grumpy againâokay, okay.â Â
âI will knock you out.â Rafe points a finger at Topper. Â
âLetâs not do that, or who else will be here to help you with her?â Â
âHelp? I donât need help.â Â
âFrom where I was standing, you do need help, or did I imagine her saying no?â Rafe glares at Topper, and he takes a sip of his beer. âFine⌠I will shut up.â
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After your shift is over, Sarah and Kie pick you up from the Country Club and go to Kieâs house to relax. Even though you were probably going to end up going out, it was Friday, so it was a given. Probably another Boneyard party, you thought.
You were lying on Kieâs bed, eating the snacks she had brought while Sarah was talking. You werenât paying too much attention until she spoke directly to you.
âEarth to Y/N, are you okay?â
âYeah, just tired. Golfers can sometimes be a bit too annoying,â you said, thinking about Rafe. Even though he hadnât been annoying this time around, there werenât many other words you would openly use to describe him.
âWell, you will forget about those golfers tonight,â she said a bit too happily.
âWhat do you mean?â
âShe didnât read the group chat,â Kie spoke up and then turned to look at you. âSarah is having a party tonight at Tannyhill.â You felt your stomach drop; it was the same party Rafe had invited you to, and you had said no because you had plans. You opened your mouth to say something, but Sarah spoke before you could even get a word out.
âNo, you canât say no; itâs mandatory. Itâs time for you to unwind!â She wiggled her arms as you stared at her.
âIâm tired, Sarah.â You looked at her and then at Kie, pleading for help. You didnât want to see Rafe after saying you couldnât go; it was a choice to see him outside your work hoursâa choice you didnât want to make.
âSarah is right; you need to unwind. Come on,â Kie nudged you. âYou can use my shower if you need to. We can go by your place if you want clothes, but you can use mine; theyâll fit you.â She pointed at her closet.
âYou planned this, you evil people,â you pointed at them.
âMaybe, but if not, you were going to say no. And itâs at my house; whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âProbably Rafe,â Kie said, almost like she had read your mind. You didnât say anything.
âHe's not going to be a problem; heâs going to be with his friends.â
âOh yay, Topper and Kelce,â Kie says, rolling her eyes. âThey are not the only friends he has, and Kelce is not invited.â At that, you perk up your ears; you want to ask why, but you busy yourself with your phone. âOh, thatâs new. Why?âÂ
âI said the same. He mentioned something about a fight they had over something he said, but didnât give me many details, and itâs not like I care⌠but enough about my brother and his friends. You get ready,â she said, grabbing your shoulders. âAnd you,â she pointed at Kie, âmake sure she gets there,â she said while walking to the door. âSee you, my beautiful princesses!â
As Sarah exits Kieâs room, you sigh. âDo I really need to go?âÂ
âLook, I know youâre done seeing kooks every day, but we can ignore all of them today. Other people are going to the party, so itâs going to be fun. Now come on, letâs get dressed.âÂ
âI do need to shower first.âÂ
âYeah, but first letâs see what youâre going to wear.â She opens her closet and starts taking things out.Â
âHey! This is mine,â I say when I see one of my dresses.Â
âWell, look at that,â she jokes. âItâs a sign you need to wear that.âÂ
âItâs a sign that you robbed my closet.â You grab the mini black dress; it was one of your favorites.Â
âSue me, but this is your sign to use it and take it back to your house.âÂ
You spend a few more minutes looking at the options she threw at your face, picking what she would wear. After finally deciding, she gives you a towel so you can shower and start getting ready for the party you donât want to attend. You take your time to shower and get ready, and when you both are set, Kie drives you to your house because you need to give something to your mother, allowing you to leave the things you wonât need and take only your essentials to the party. After that, you pick up the guys and Cleo.
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When you arrived at the party, it was 7:30 p.m., and the music was blaring from inside. There were more people than you had expected to be there at that time, but again, it was Sarahâs party, so of course, there were going to be many people already there. You planned to stay at the party for a few hours, then say you had to wake up early the next day and leave. However, it was easier said than done.
As you walked inside, the music grew louder, and you saw some familiar faces smiling at you as they looked your way. As you and the Pogues searched for Sarah, you began to feel a bit anxious. You shouldnât feel bad about saying no to Rafe and then showing up⌠but then why did you? You finally found her in the kitchen, where the snacks and cold drinks were.
âY/N!!! You look so pretty!â she exclaimed happily as she hugged you first.
âWhat are we, chopped liver?â Cleo chimed in teasingly.
âOh, please donât say that. Iâm happy to see you all here, but letâs be honest: when was the last time this girl actually got ready for something other than work?â Sarah stated again, and everyone silently agreed with her. You rolled your eyes.
âAt least I work,â JJ chuckled quietly at your comment.
âOuch?â Sarah feigned offense. âEnough about work. Grab a drink and make yourselves at home. John B is outside, so go. Iâll be there in a minute,â she said, disappearing again. JJ didnât need to be told twice to grab a drink and went straight for a beer, and so did Cleo and Pope. Kie made herself a drink, and you did the same, but unlike Kie, yours had barely any alcohol; it was mostly just Sprite.
As you walked out of the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of Topper, who looked at you, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion. You hurried away quickly, cursing internally. If he saw you, that meant he was going to tell Rafe whether you liked it or not, but just like Kie had told you, you were going to ignore everyone and stick to your friends.
One thing you hadnât considered or even thought about was that maybe Rafe would be outside. You didnât see him, but he saw you when you and the Pogues stepped out. His gaze would normally soften when he saw you, but at that moment, he felt betrayed. Did you hate him that much? He didnât think you were the kind of person who would willingly lie just to make someone feel bad.
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As the night went on, you focused on your friends and those who came to the group to talk instead of on where you were. Rafe, on the other hand, was drinking to distract himself from your presence. He had noticed you were chatting with a guy who had approached you. You thought this guy was nice, but Rafe didnât; he would have done something about it but decided to drink instead.Â
You caught glimpses of Rafe, each time with a new girl and always with a drink in hand. Why couldnât he stick to just one girl? You found yourself caring too much about what he was doing and refocused on the guy in front of you. You werenât really interested, but it was always nice to meet new people.
âAre you trying to burn a hole in the back of her head?â Topper asked when he noticed the intense gaze Rafe had on you.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou are staring.â Topper glanced at you too; he had to admit you looked good.Â
âYou are too.âÂ
âDonât drag me into this, but in my defense, she looks really good.â Topper said with a teasing tone, wanting to mess with him. Rafe took a big sip of his drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down his throat. âWoah, slow down.âÂ
âDonât tell me what to do.âÂ
âI get it; youâre jealous, but donât take it out on the alcohol. Drink some water, or you will regret it.âÂ
âIâm not jealous. Why would I be jealous of that? HeâsâŚâ Rafe trailed off. He didnât know what to say. He was talking to you, and you were engaged in the conversation. You were interested, which you usually werenât with him. So yeah, he was jealous.Â
He downed the drink in his hand and kept staring at you as if it were his lifeâs purpose. He knew he shouldnât feel this way; he had no power over you, but it was as if you held power over him. If you were his girl, he would make sure everyone knew, but you werenât, so he had to let you be and let you talk to whoever you wanted, even if the guy wasn't good enough. You deserved someone who could give you everything. He could be⌠he stopped himself; he couldnât keep thinking about this. So, more alcohol it was.
You went inside the house to grab a new drink and more ice. He saw you, and before his brain fully processed it, he was already following you. He was a man on a mission, though what that mission was, even he didn't know. He heard Topper saying something, but he ignored it; nothing was more important than getting to you.Â
When you got to the kitchen, you felt a sense of reliefâno one was there. You grabbed more ice and Sprite; you weren't really in the mood for an alcoholic drink. After pouring it into your red cup, you stayed there, and then Rafe showed up, interrupting your party break just like he had done at the Boneyard. You didnât want to deal with him alone⌠again.Â
Some might say you couldn't move on from what he said and that you resented him. Well, maybe you did, and you hated it because it felt like allowing him to dictate your feelings. Your thoughts were interrupted by his closeness. Oh, he was drunk; his eyes were different, and he seemed more relaxed than usual, but you noticed something was bothering him.
âSoâŚâ he cleared his throat. âWerenât you busy tonight?â Â
âI wasnât going to come; your sister made me,â you answered. Â
âRightâŚâ he paused for a second. âNext time, donât lie to my face,â he said with annoyance. You huffed at his tone. Â
âIâm not wasting my time with you.â You turned away from him, not catching his comment.
âNo⌠come on, I want to talk to you.â He stepped in front of you to stop you from leaving; he was set on talking to you. Â
âI doubt it. I know I have nothing to talk to you about.â Â
âYes, you do. We have things to talk about.â The way he said it made it easy for you to know what he was referring to, and it made you angry. He had to be drunk to address it for the first time when he had seen you plenty of times before. Â
âNo, Iâm not doing this today; in fact, I'd rather never do it.â Â
âY/NâŚâ he spoke your name almost pleadingly and a bit slurred. âI know I messed upâŚâ he started, but you quickly interrupted him. Â
âStop it.â Â
âLet me talk! Iâm trying to make things right, and youâre not letting me!â Â
âYes! Because you are drunk, Rafe! And Iâm not having this conversation with you like this or ever. For all I know, youâre doing this just because you are drunk or high or both.â He knitted his eyebrows together at your words. Â
âWhat? Iâm not high. Who do you think I am?â Â
âItâs common knowledge that the only reason you would ever step into the Cut is for drugs from Barry.â Â
âAccording to who? Your pogue friends?â He felt the anger bubbling up, and you huffed. Â
âWhy do you always have to say it like that?â Â
âLike what?â Â
âLike you hate them, like you hate us.â Â
âBold statement coming from you,â he said, the alcohol making it harder for him to filter his words. Â
âExcuse me?â You asked, genuinely confused at what he was hinting at. Â
âOh, what? Pogue girl get offended? At least I can say it without having to lie.â You scrunched your face; there was one thing you hated more than anything, and that was being called a liar. Â
âI have never lied to you. Actually, I think I have been transparent enough to let you know I canât stand you.â Â
âOh, I got that clear, pogue. You hate me, I know. You lied to prove your point; next time, just have the guts to say it upfront.â Â
âWhat are you on about?â Â
âThis party! I invited you; I wanted you here, and you said no.â He grabbed a bottle of some liquor and took a swig of it, the burning sensation numbing, for a second, all that he was feeling at the moment. âYou said to MY face you were busy and couldnât come, and look at you here, having the time of your life, laughing with your friends and talking to other guys who donât even deserve your attention.â
He took another swig from the bottle of what you now know is whiskey. You were confused, perhaps even in denial about his words. Â
âI didnât know!â you huffed. âI didnât know this was the plan; I was going to go out with my friends, and I didnât know this was the place.â Â
âYou want me to believe you didnât know, huh? Your little nice act wonât work this time.â Â
âNo, no, Iâve gotten enough shit from you. I wonât put up with this,â you said, walking out of the kitchen. He stopped you in the middle of the hallway. âRafe, stop it!â Â
âNo! You arenât even listening to me!â Â
âWhy should I? Iâm wasting my time here.â Â
âPardon me, your Majesty. I know there are other people more deserving of your attention than me,â his voice dripping with anger and sarcasm. Â
âLeave me alone for once!â You pulled your arm away and walked out of the house, not even thinking twice about it. You thought it was over, but you were wrong. Â
âRunning away again? Thatâs all you seem to know how to do every time I say something you donât like.â Â
âYouâre an even bigger asshole when youâre drunk,â you huffed. Â
âMe? Youâre the one lying when Iâm trying to be nice to you.â Â
âNice? How? Talking down to me and my friends? Making me feel like I donât belong here?â Â
âNot all of us are natural rays of sunshine, princess.â He stopped. âI⌠Itâs hard for some people. Iââ he groaned, âI wanted you here! Iâm sorry forââ you interrupted him. Â
âYouâre drunk.â Â
âI know what Iâm saying! Stop acting like I donât. I mean this!â Â
âNo!â Â
âSTOP, Y/N! JUST⌠stop.â He sighed and walked closer to you, making you take a step back.Â
âIâm trying here⌠but youâre being an asshole about it, and Iâm TRYING to apologize for something I know I did wrong.â Â
âYouâre drunkâŚâ Â
âStop saying that, as if it makes my words invalid! I know what Iâm saying and I mean every word!â Â
âI donât believe them! Is that what you wanted to hear? I donât believe drunk words; alcohol doesnât allow you to think straight, and I told you I donât want to talk about it.â You turned away, ready to walk.
âFor someone who claims to always be kind, you are doing a terrible job right now.â You stop in your tracks but donât look back. âIâm here being honest, and all you do is think the worst of me⌠youâre just like everyone elseâŚâ he said, slurring more as the alcohol finally caught up to him. âIâm actually sorry, princessâŚâÂ
You heard the moment he walked back inside, and you finally turned. You watched as he went in and disappeared into his house, leaving you with the silence of the night and your thoughts. Why did he always leave you like this? Always analyzing his words. He sounded sincere; you could feel that, but there were so many layers to the conversation you didnât want to dissect, yet you knew you were going to.
âYou're leaving?â Topper interrupted your thoughts.
âUh⌠yeah, Iâm tired.âÂ
âWho is taking you?â No one; you were going to walk. A stupid decision, probably.Â
âMy friends,â you lied. 'Youâre the one lying,' Rafeâs words echoed in your head.Â
âLiar, theyâre still inside.â You sighed. âCome on, Iâll drop you off. I need to buy more ice, so letâs go.â You didnât protest and followed him to his car.Â
You got in, gave him the address, and he drove in silence. He stopped for a bit of ice at a small store he found when he was closer to the address you provided.Â
âHere, itâs okay.â You made him stop beforehand. You didnât give him the exact address of your house; you were a bit paranoid about sharing it unless it was someone close to you. Topper parked his car right where you told him.Â
âThanks⌠you didnât have to do that.âÂ
âRafe wouldâve killed me if something happened to you.â He paused, debating whether to say something else. âHe wouldâve done it, but he was too drunk.âÂ
âYeahâŚâ you said quietly. âI promise I didnât know I was going to end up at the partyâŚâÂ
âHey, itâs okay,â he said sincerely. âYou donât owe me or anyone an explanation.â You nodded; you knew that, but it was as if you needed to ensure someone understood. You said your goodbyes and walked to your house, which was just around the corner from where Topper had left you.
You went directly to your room to change clothes. It was supposed to be a good night, and yet here you were, with your feelings all over the place, but mainly feeling guilty.
12:55 AM - Pope âWhere are you?â
12:55 AM - Pope âPlease tell me youâre aliveâ
12:55 AM - You âI am, sorry for leaving without saying anythingâ
12:56 AM - Pope âStill didnât answer me. Where are youâ
12:56 AM - You âIâm homeâ
12:56 AM - Pope âHow? Who? The guy you were talking to?!â
12:57 AM - You âNo⌠Topper⌠he went to buy ice and dropped me offâ
12:57 AM - Pope âTopper? As in Sarahâs ex? tfâ
12:57 AM - You âAs in Rafeâs friendâ
12:57 AM - Pope âOhâŚâ
12:58 AM - Pope âSomething happened again huh?â
12:58 AM - You âIâm okay, I just need sleep.â
12:58 AM - You âIâm exhausted, it was a long dayâ
12:59 AM - Pope âWhatever you need just let me know, fyi I will tell Cleo about this.â
12:59 AM - You âI didnât expect lessâ
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Dads and Fathers | SJ|CJ
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Summary: itâs your fathers weekend to look after you but you quickly realise who your dad truly is
Request: Could you do one about Scarlett's daughter with Ryan Reynolds. The daughter is autistic. She is with her dad's but her mom is called when she has a meltdown.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings/Content: Some swearing / Autistic meltdown (written from my personal experience with my own autism)
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âI donât wanna goâ you whined as Scarlett zipped up your backpack ây/n heâs your dad and you know how the custody situation is set upâ your mom said. âWhy canât I just see him for a day, I donât wanna stay overnightâ you argued, pulling your bag away from Scarlettâs hold. âY/nâ your mom sighed âplease mom, itâs not like you want me to go for the weekend eitherâ you pleaded. âIt doesnât matter what I wantâ Scarlett said, taking the bag back âand me neither rightâ you shrugged before storming out of your bedroom. Your mom frowned as her eyes followed you, she knew what your father was like.
Most kids would be thrilled to have the actual Ryan Reynolds as their dad and then gaining Blake Lively as a stepmom, but not you. You were always a mommyâs girl and when you were old enough to realise what your dad had done to your mom, you hated your father for it. Ryan wasnât truly a bad man but heâd made mistakes and it was evident that he loved and cared for you, but he didnât truly know you.
âHey pumpkinâ Colin said as he emerged from Cosmos bedroom, having just put the young boy down for his nap. You paused in your journey at looked up at him with water filled eyes âwhatâs wrong?â Colin asked before you came crashing into his arms. âHey, hey, hey, whatâs happened sweetie?â He questioned, tightening his hold on you. âI donât wanna go to Ryanâs house this weekendâ you mumbled. âAw kid, câmon we talked about this huh?â Colin said kindly âyou gotta give it a try y/n, if you go in with a negative attitude itâs never gonna work is it? Okay so chin up, heâs your dad right?â He finished. âNo, heâs not, you areâ you whined, pushing your face into his neck. Colin sighed as he rested his chin atop your head, you basked in the pressure he provided, he knew just what to do to calm you.
All of a sudden, Rose came running down the hallway âdaddy Colin my Lego broke!â She screamed. You groaned as the sound invaded your ears, pulling your hands up to cover them. âRosie sweetheart, Colin will come help you soon okay, go back to your room darlingâ Scarlett said as she appeared behind the young blonde, giving her a quick peck on the forehead âCome on kid we gotta get goingâ your mom said, carrying your backpack. You looked up into Colinâs eyes and begrudgingly pulled away. âDid you pack little Natasha?â You asked. âOf courseâ Scarlett sadly smiled, reminded of your beloved stuffed bear dressed as her iconic character. âOkayâ you mumbled, finally ready to leave the safety of your parents. âIâll see you on Monday kiddoâ Colin said.
You were silent the whole journey to your fathers house, you wouldnât even let Scarlett turn on the radio. All Scarlett wanted to do was turn around and take you home, but she had an agreement with Ryan and like it or not you were his daughter, he had every right to see you. Your leg bounced anxiously as the car rolled to a stop, you could see Blake and her forced smile waiting to greet you. Scarlett passed you youâre things while you were still in the car, she of course wanted nothing to do with Blake. âGot everything?â Your mom asked. âMhmâ you mumbled, struggling to speak. âOkay. I love youâ Scarlett smiled, not truly being able to wish that you would have a good weekend.
You felt bad not being able to connect with your mom and hug her goodbye, all you could do was watch the car pull away. âHey y/n!â Blake falsely cheered as you came up the front path. Your stepmom pulled you into an awkward hug and the feeling made your skin crawl, it wasnât necessarily her, you just didnât want to be touched right now. âYour dads just at the store, think heâs grabbing some chocolate ice creamâ the woman said, talking to you as if you were no more than 5 years old. âOkâ you hummed, forcing the words. âWhy donât you head up to your room and Iâll call you down when your dadâs back?â Blake said. Your room? Those four walls felt nothing of the sort.
It was a few hours later now, your dad brought back lasagne for dinner and you appreciated the effort to make your favourite meal. âY/n dinners readyâ Ryan called up the staircase. You winced at the sudden voice echoing throughout the walls, youâd told him time and time again that you didnât like raised voices. You dragged your exhausted body to the end of the bed, making sure to grab little Natasha from your pillow. You padded lightly down the stairs, almost crashing into Blake at the bottom. âWoah watch it y/nâ she said. You laughed uncomfortably, not sure if she was joking or not.
You followed the blonde into the dining room, cringing at the clattering of china plates. âOh for goodness sake y/nâ your dad said as he turned around âyouâre still dragging that thing around?â He sighed. You followed his eye line down to the brown bear in your arms. You wished he was just annoyed that the stuffie was dressed at black widow (everyone knows how jealous he is of the characters success) but you knew it was something more, he was embarrassed by you. âSorry, Iâll go put her awayâ you mumbled. âGood, youâre not sitting at this table with a stupid teddy bear, what are you five?â Ryan snarled.
You fought through dinner with gritted teeth at every scrape of metal against the plates. You desperately craved the familiar softness of your stuffed bear and the distracting sound of Colinâs voice. Your leg was bouncing underneath the table as you struggled to swallow each mouthful of food. Your brain was so loud, it sounded like there were ten thousand conversations happening, when it reality it was just the two voices at the table with you. Everything was too much. Too much sound. Too much light. Too much air. It was all too much.
Scarlett and Colin were enjoying a quiet night together after dropping off their two youngest children at the actressâs moms house. The two were partly focused on a movie while conversing over light day to day topics when Scarlettâs phone began to ring. âThree guesses whoâ Colin sighed, referring to you and your siblings. The blonde giggled softly before reaching for her mobile âRyan?â Scarlett asked, confused and worried, it was only in certain situations the two had agreed to talk over the phone. Colin instantly stood to attention when he realised what was most likely happening, he knew you werenât okay and now he regretted ever letting you go to your fathers.
Scarlett didnât even wait for the car to stop before she ran out towards Ryan house, only slowing her pace when she wakes through the door. âWhere is she?â Your mom asked âdining roomâ Ryan sighed. Colin finally caught up with his wife as they both came into the dining room. You were huddled in the corner, rocking back and forth slightly âwhereâs little Natasha?â Scarlett asked, not seeing the bear in your arms as she had expected. âItâs upstairs, sheâs not sitting at the table like a three year old with a teddy bear. Thatâs what all this is aboutâ Ryan gritted. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Colin huffed as he left to retrieve your bear.
âsweetheartâ your mom cooed quietly, her heart broke as you flinched back slightly. âWhat actually happened, sheâs never like thisâ Scarlett angrily whispered, walking back over to her ex husband. âI donât know! Sheâs been in a mood since she got here and now sheâs acting like a baby, she just wants attentionâ Ryan shrugged. âSheâs autistic Ryan! How many times have we gone through thisâ Scarlett said, calming herself before returning to your side.
Colin came back into the room, little Natasha in his arms âI packed her bagâ he said. âOh hell no this is my weekend!â Ryan shouted, causing you to whimper from the corner. âI donât care, if you canât look after her properly then Iâm taking my daughter homeâ Colin said. âYour daughter!â Blake chimed in. âStop it!â You cried. âItâs ok sweetie, weâre going home, come onâ Scarlett said, helping you to stand.
You sat in Scarlettâs lap in the back seat on the way home, she was lightly scratching your scalp while squeezing you gently in her arms. The exhaustion of your meltdown finally caught up with you and you fell asleep a few blocks away from your house. Colin opted to carry you back inside, he took you straight up to your bedroom while Scarlett grabbed your things. Your mom made sure your room was safe for when you woke up, she unplugged all the electronics and pulled down the black out blinds, she put your safe playlist on her phone and switched on your sensory light.
âCome here babeâ Colin said with an outstretched arm, attempting to calm Scarlettâs frantic pacing. Your mom sighed as he sat on the bed, close to you but not too close. âShe told me she didnât wanna go. Why did I make her go?â The blonde whispered. âItâs not your fault babeâ Colin said, tightening his grip on her hand. âI have to fix this for herâ Scarlett sighed âwe will, I promiseâ Colin sadly smiled. Your mom leant over and moved little Natasha bellow your chin, allowing more air to flow through your lungs.
It was around 30 minutes later when you woke up and you were instantly settled by the company of your parents. âHey sweetieâ Colin whispered, attempting to gauge how you were feeling. âHi dad, hi mamaâ you mumbled. It was a good sign that you were verbal, your parents had got to you just in time. âIâm sorry you had to come, you were supposed to be enjoying your nightâ you frowned. âHey, no, no, no, nothing is more important to us than you and your siblings okay. You needed us, so we cameâ Scarlett said, lightly brushing your hair. âWhy doesnât he understand me?â You cried, talking about your father. âI donât know babyâ your mom said.
You looked up to Colin with sad eyes âwhy isnât he like you? I wish you were my dadâ you sniffled. âI am your dad sweetieâ Colin frowned with a questioning look, you had never disputed that he was your dad before. âWill you adopt me?â You suddenly asked on a whim. âIs that what you want?â Colin asked, you nodded weakly in response. âThen of course I will babyâ your dad said, pulling you into a tight hug. âLooks like we have a lot to talk aboutâ Scarlett smiled, shuffling closer to both of you. âIâm gonna call Ryan in the morning and weâre gonna sort out when he gets to see you, then Iâm calling my lawyer because Colinâs your dad playâ your mom smiled. âOkayâ you whispered, pulling both of your parents into a tight cuddle.
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A/N: sorry I feel like I made this more about Colin x reader instead of Scarlett but I love this fic so much!
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Raminas had assumed that Star-Lord was someone of import from the Kingdom of Missouri, but to hear that he was an actual prince... that was humbling. It really was of the utmost importance, then, that he not do anything further to anger this prince of a faraway land he'd never before heard of. Goodness knew Dalmasca already had enough enemies and plenty of obstacles to overcome if she wanted a safe future and to hold onto her sovereignty. Raminas didn't need any more trouble to find his own kingdom.
Such adroit liars, they all are, Munoh thought as they listened to the Guardians each add their own contributions to Quill's embellishment of his own identity. The act of lying perhaps betrayed the character of the person doing it, to some extent. A lack of truth, an unwillingness to be genuine. But lies could also ease pain. They could protect. They could prevent bloodshed. Munoh was not of such delicate morals that they would condemn someone based on lies alone, however... if those lies were used to hurt, to exploit, or to take advantage of others, that they did take offense to.
They decided that they would remain silent and invisible for now, but should the Guardian's not keep their promise of silence on other important matters that could affect Prince Rasler's safety, well... then they might reveal themselves and the Guardian's own deception. For as it was well known, to the House of Nabradia every bit as well as that of Dalamsca, the word of the Occuria was paramount.
Wynna was absolutely delighted that the unique and beautiful visitors received her compliments favorably. When one of them complimented her dress, she seemed to glow with gratitude. "Do you really think so? Thank you! This is my favorite color, this shade of blue." She stepped a bit closer and lowered her voice. "My father hates me in it, but he isn't here to complain at present," she said with a little smile before making her way to the table with them as Gamora suggested.
When Gamora's gaze wandered to Caelen as she recognized their invitation to the dinner, he smiled but said nothing. He knew that, but for his insistence, the Guardians would likely not be here right now. His father was far too afraid of them saying something, either about Vossler or the impending Archadian invasion, to have them around Rasler and Eswynn. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to accept thanks in place of his father. The smile would have to suffice for his acceptance.
Thankfully, Rasler did not pick up on what Drax had been about to say, mostly because he had no way of knowing. Instead, he smiled and looked between Basch and Caelen. "Perhaps Caelen has been learning the arts of diplomacy from Ser Basch. The knight has always been adept with people from all walks of life. I remember visiting as a boy and seeing him manage people better than any other, with kindness and respect. And each time since that he has visited Nabudis, he has always shown me and my family the greatest of respect."
Basch merely nodded politely in acknowledgement of the Prince's words
"And he is so humble as well," Rasler said with a chuckle before turning to Caelen once more. "You've no better teacher in your Knight Captain, I feel."
"I quite agree," Caelen replied.
"I had no idea the Captain was teaching you such things," Raminas said, and from his tone, it was unclear as to whether or not he approved.
"He has taught me a great deal many things, father. He is a wise and intuitive person," Caelen defended Basch.
Basch wished the conversation would move from him. The more the focus was on him, the more Raminas would regret his decision to even allow him to attend such an important dinner in the first place, he felt.
This was Wynna's first time meeting both Caelen, but her brother seemed to think very highly of him, and that counted for a lot. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord," she said to him before looking to Raminas. "And you as well, your majesty."
"It has been so long, Eswynn," Raminas said in a fatherly tone. "You've grown so much that I scarcely recognized you. How are you finding Dalmasca thus far?"
"Oh, I love it!" she exclaimed with a level of enthusiasm that would have earned her a stern chastisement from her father had he been present. She was sincerely thankful that he was not.
The dinner proceeded with pleasantries and light conversation, with politeness and friendliness. Ashelia stole glances at both Rasler and Basch several times, but was fairly quiet. This dinner... and Rasler's arrival... it made her impending marriage all the more real. Her heart had been beating so wildly that she scarcely felt hungry at all, but she made herself eat to maintain the optics of the situation. Her cheeks were pink, however, perhaps giving away something. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't say anything.
After all the savory foods of the main dinner were picked through, the servants carted them away and replaced them with an array of desserts. There were pastries, little cakes, little fruit tarts, and some sort of candied nuts the Guardians would have been unfamiliar with. Hot tea was brought out to accompany the desserts.
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The Guardians stood there, letting Captain Basch formally introduce them to King Raminas. They all then bowed respectfully except for Rocket, who only did so because Gamora pushed his head down. They trusted Basch for the most part, as he assured them no one would hurt them after telling them to leave their weapons at the ship. Quill and Gamora were the first ones to leave theirs; Drax didn't want to leave his knives, but did so after Mantis looked at him, while Rocket pulled a comical amount of retractable weapons from his pockets.
As they followed Basch, Mantis had stayed behind for a moment to approach Vossler. She felt much better after Munoh sent her some calm energy, and she smirked at the man. Suddenly, her hand was on his cheek, her antennae aglow. "Whenever you open your mouth to say something unkind, you will wail like a baby. Honestly, it might be more coherent than anything else you have said," she whispered. She patted his cheek twice as if to seal her whimsical behest, and hurried to follow the Guardians as Basch guided them through the palace of Rabanastre.
Quill straightened and cleared his throat to speak to the King. Mantis took his hand; Quill was a little confused, but he allowed it since he knew she wasn't feeling great.
"Your Majesty," he said, once again lowering his voice in an attempt to mirror Basch's formal tone and presence, hoping it would make the King like him more. "We come in peace. We thank you for your time, and we apologize for occupying one of your docks. I think I haveâ" He stopped talking rather suddenly, and swallowed. "Uh... I think... I have..."
What was happening was that Mantis was frantically reading his thoughts as he spoke, using her powers to interrupt him because he was going to say he had the perfect stuff to make up for it, wanting to show the King some Terran music with the Zune. While Terran music was excellent, Mantis knew not everyone would like it, nor find it an acceptable form of apology.
"I have no excuse," Quill said instead. "And I have to... shut up... now."
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God, Gabe's emotional state is going to be a MESS.
cw: Mentions of suicidal ideation and general shitty mental health
He was finally feeling relatively okay - he was coming to accept his dad was here to stay, and doesn't hate him. Now this?
He's going to hate the mere concept of project purity for a good long while. He leaves and runs for the hills because he blames Project Purity for every single bad thing that has happened to him, and hopes the wasteland kills him.
He doesn't care if people suffer without it, hell he WANTS the wasteland to suffer for everything that's been taken from him. If D.C ends up as a barren lifeless husk because of his inaction? Fine. it's what the place deserves anyway.
He knows his father would hate him for this decision, it's going to eat at him for a while (and eventually make him come back) but for now all he can think about is- Why should he care how his father would feel about this? How much could his father have loved him anyway? He went through all this hell just to find him, stuck by his side like a scared child out of fear his dad either hates him or will leave again, and no matter how much Gabriel loved James and tried to be a Good Son, his dad chose Project Purity over him in the end. As Gabe sees it- his father clearly never cared about him (at least not More than Project Purity) so why should he care about letting him down anymore than he already has?
He genuinely and deeply hopes that anyone and anything that has come into contact with project purity burns to the ground.
He's angry, he's bitter, he's furious at himself.
If he'd not left his dad's side he could've defended him, or at the very least died in his place. Would've been better for the whole wasteland that way, would've been better for his dad that way- Seeing as Gabriel was clearly a burden to be shed (Not True, but Gabriel has abandonment issues)
He fucks off to Point Lookout- 1) to get as far away from Project Purity as humanly possible 2) In the hopes the place kills him. What has he got to fight for? Why not let the wasteland have it's way? The one person he had is gone, and he blames himself.
He feels lost, hopeless, and that his suffering is somehow deserved.
I think the only reason he's not going to take his own life is his Christian Upbringing. He thinks Suffering is noble, and a test he has to overcome and that suicide prevents you from getting into Heaven and is a coward's way out. He wants to die well, and in a manner like his father- noble self sacrifice for a greater goal. He wants to see his parents in another life, and finally have an afterlife free of suffering so he's not going to do anything to jeopardize that.
So even now, when he's angry and bitter and wants to see the wasteland suffer- He's still going to help, because it's all he knows and he HAS to. He's going to resent the people he's helping for even asking this of him, but he's going to help anyway because what else does he have.
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â frat boyfriend rafe if he turned to college instead of crime (lol)
rating: sfw â cw: a little suggestive, language
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â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠during the day wears his regular rich boy attire: a polo, fitted shorts, and sneakers worth more than a semesters tuition. after hours, youâll find him casually dressed in a university branded tee that hugged his biceps oh-so perfectly, gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a backwards snapback that held his long hair out of his face â perfection.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠is supposed to wear glasses but rarely does, saying they make him look like âa fucking geekâ. eventually, he became comfortable enough to wear them around you and only you in the privacy of your dorm, and youâd tease him about how heâs the hottest âgeekâ youâve ever seen.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠never lets you walk back to your dorm alone, no matter the time or circumstance. whether it be broad daylight or the middle of the night, he makes zero exceptions â heâs seen the way some of the guys interacted with the girls on campus and heâll burn the place down before it happens to you.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠isnât really fond of coffee unless its fully black, but occasionally brings you your favorite cream filled and sugar loaded latte when you have an early morning class, loving how much sweeter it makes your mouth taste.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠begrudgingly walks (practically drags) your drunk friends back to their dorms whenever you ask him to, though he couldnât care less how they got home. as terrible as it sounds, he only does it for you.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠enjoys to show you off to his frat brothers but simultaneously hates when they look at you. it didnât make sense, and he was well aware of that, but itâs true â in a âlook how hot my girl isâ yet a âsheâs mine, donât look at herâ way.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠met you at the campus library, as cliche as it is. he was only there to make quick deal outside, but when he spotted you through a window as your fingers grazed the spines of the books on the shelf, he knew he had to go inside.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠loves when you wear his university branded t-shirts and hoodies, loving how they swallow you whole as your sleeping gowns or when you roll them up, paired with leggings: âfuck, keep that one â looks so fuckinâ good on you.â
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠insists on covering any and every cost that your scholarships donât and more; books, supplies, dorm furniture, food, clothes, gas, fees, whatever. of course, you were bewildered as to how a college student had enough money to fund someone elseâs life, let alone their own, but once you learned the entirety of his lengthy backstory, it all made plenty of sense.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠has gotten into his fair share of fights over you, feeling itâs mandatory that everyone on campus knows whoâs girl you are and what happens when they challenge that. let it be a suggestive comment or a lingering touch, rafeâs always quick to set shit straight. typically, that type of behavior would result in expulsion, but with the cameron familyâs high status and money, rafe was never actually punished for anything.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠only made it into the same university as you due to his wealth. sure, he was smart but wouldnât have made it in without his monetary advantage. heâd often get angry and frustrated whenever doing work he simply couldnât master, but you were like his personal tutor, reassuring him that he can, he just needs to take the time and study (with your help, of course).
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠has your schedule memorized, often casually leaning outside of your classroom with his arms crossed over his chest as he waits for you to emerge so he can shamelessly perform some p.d.a. before escorting you to your next location.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠once brought you to visit his home town on a break, the outer banks, taking you to all of his favorite spots and, hesitantly, introducing you to his close friends and family. he even explained the whole âpogues vs kooksâ thing, emphasizing his distaste for the latter â you honestly thought it was insane: âyâknow⌠if i grew up here, iâdâve been a âpogueâ, too,â you reasoned. âyeah, well, you didnât,â he stated stoically.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠only went to college with the plan to build his credentials, promising his father heâd soon join in on running the family business. his father was impressed to hear that, saying, âreally? wow⌠mâproud of you, son,â hugging him firmly in a way he seldom did; all rafeâs ever wanted was to be loved and accepted by his dad, and this was his way to do it.
â frat!boyfriend rafe who⌠is very aware of and annoyed by how other girls throw themselves at him during parties or in the halls â instead of it fueling his ego, it only angers him because he knows they can see you standing right next to him: âswear the bitch is fuckinâ stupid⌠like she doesnât see my hand on your ass.â
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yandere! priest and gn! succubus/incubus guys... omg...
he's a devoted little thing, so passionate to his religion and his god. his mind and heart are pure, never straying from his faith even when the most beautiful of people had thrown themselves at him.
and then you came stumbling right into his life.
you, a sex demon. all skimpy clothes, flirty and giving him bedroom eyes in a church. it was even worse that you had thrown yourself at him on your first meeting, clinging to his arm like some clingy lover.
"hey pretty boy~ wanna show me a good time?"
"the only good time i have is when I'm thinking of my god. do you want to join a sermon?"
maybe it was because he was so holy but he wasn't repulsed by you. flashing you a gentle smile as he allowed you to cling to him. oh, a sinner. how pitiful. it's no matter, if you repent enough and ask for forgiveness, he's sure that even god will accept you. he'll help you find the right path that is god. you've fallen right into his arms after all. it must be fate and perhaps he was meant to help you.
you don't quite share the same sentiment though.
you just wanna fuck that priest. his cute face, sweet little laughter... devil below you want that man. plus you hadn't fed in days... you're practically starving over here!
"come on... just some head? i bet your pretty mouth could be out to better use than some sermons."
"yes, a better use would be when I'm holding your hand and bringing you to the light of salvation."
he's always so calm and composed. all smiles and a calm demeanour that never exposes what he's feeling. even his eyes are smiling, damn. it's a bit scary that you can't accurately tell what he's feeling. the only thing you have is the slightly obsessive and unsettling darkness his eyes seem to contain. nah, can't be anything much. he's just a priest who wants to play hard to get.
it's infuriating, you think.
you continue to hold on a little longer. maybe he'll crack sooner or later? he's just a man after all... and you're a gorgeous thing meant for temptation... he'll give in right? right? you continue pestering him, clinging to his side as you ignore the horrified looks the other clerics and church goers give you as you beg for the monstrous dick you know he's packing.
but he doesn't show any signs of budging and you eventually try leaving because you're so starved that it hurts. like damn! you still need to feed! and if he's not gonna give it to you, you'll just find someone else!
however...
"where do you think you're doing?"
"huh? priesty boy? you following me?"
"yes."
"???"
you're confused as he practically rips you off of the random guy you picked off the street, dragging you back to the church with him. and all while he continued to smile at you like he always has. only this time, this smile harboured some... ill intent.
"oi at least tell me what you're doing-"
"i am going to punish you."
"punish?"
he stops in his tracks, turning to smile at you as hus grip around your wrist tightens painfully. you wince at the force he's using, desperately trying to tug your hand away. what the hell?
the priest doesn't let you. if anything, his grip only tightened even more. what's worse is that he's now punning you to the wall, caging you in as he stares down deep into your soul with his deep and unnerving eyes.
"yes, punish."
he continues to smile at you, simply caging you against the wall before his voice drops.
"it's the job of a priest to guide newcomers to repentance and i intend to do that with you. yet, you've almost committed an act of sin. i cannot allow that to pass, my dear."
what the- what is he doing?!
"you'll understand once I'm done with you. after all, the god above has personally given you to me as a mission and a gift."
he mumbles, leaning into your lips before his smile lowers into a creepy and unsettling smirk. bruh you might be a demon but this guy right here has got to be the devil's spawn or something. what is he yapping about? gift? mission? you just want some dick!
"hey I don't understand-"
"of course you don't. you're confused."
he cuts you off before you can say anything. his face way too close for comfort as you try sinking into the wall. um... you don't think you wanna play anymore...
"it's okay. I'll help you understand. I'll help you understand your true purpose and that is to repent and be born anew."
he pauses, tilting his head before his smile widens unnaturally.
"that way we can actually be together under the eyes of god. you want to copulate, yeah?"
huh? what's sex gotta do with this?
"after you've finally repented, I'll give you what you want. sex is an intimate and special thing between two people in love. don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for you to fall for me."
wait what?!
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Pairing: Bakugou x Aizawa's Daughter Reader
Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff! Bakugou is vry anxious, a lil bit of cussing, possibly ooc Bakugou
Summery: you finally convince your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou to meet your father. Little do they both know they already know each other.
"Katsuuuuuu" you whine pouting at your grumpy boyfriend. Even though you know that his anger is nothing more than a cover for every other emotion he's feeling, and right now you can tell he's anxious. No matter how many times you have asked him to meet your father you've been turned down with a simple 'I'm not ready yet', and even if you understands the boy's anxiety it doesn't make you any less disappointed.
"S'not that I don't wanna meet him doll, you know I do. Jus' what if he thinks I'm not good enough for you. You're just so perfect, and so calculated. Then m'jus reckless me." Letting out a long sigh afterwards because he really does want to meet the man who raised the girl he's so lucky to call his girlfriend, but he's scared. Rightfully so he thinks, because he really never will be good enough to deserve you.
"Kats, he's going to love you. I know me telling you probably won't end up changing how you feel, but you are good enough for me. You're everything I want, you treat me better than anyone else could, and if my father cannot see that he is painfully blind." You haven't had the heart to tell him who exactly your father is, especially with it being his teacher. You know it would only freak him out more, and that's the last thing that you need to do.
You know your boyfriend honestly probably better than you know yourself. As you've known him since you were in middle school. You can read him in a way no one else can. They see his brash. angry personality on the outside and they immediately assume that's all he is. Is a loud angry kid, but you, you see the parts of him that no one else is allowed to. You see the passion he has, the love he has for saving people, you see his softness. He's a different person around you. You bring out the best in him in ways that no one else could ever dream to do. As he does to you, because he also sees the parts of you nobody else has been allowed to see before. He knows your greatest fears, and the things that inspire you. He's supportive of your dreams as you are his. He'd never judge you, especially about the fact that you're not becoming a hero. Instead opting to take general studies at U.A. where you focus your studies on hero analysis instead.
"Do you mean it?" There's a hint of pain in his voice that would go unnoticed by anyone but you.
"Of course I do" you say as you gently cup his face with your hands. Then he gives you a look, one that is full of love. Love for you, and it's almost enough to make you tear up. But you fight it as to not spook him.
"Okay my love, I'll meet him." He gives you a small smile, and you think your heart may have melted right there.
"How about dinner at my house this Saturday kats? I'll make your favorite and we'll just have a nice evening." You say with an encouraging smile. You know how hard this must be for him and you're so incredibly proud of him.
"Okay, I'll let the old hag know that I'll be out be out for the evenin." He gently leans his forehead against yours after placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You love how gentle his is with you, like at any moment you could break in his grasp.
You giggle as you playfully hit his shoulder, "Stop calling her that Kats." Before he has the chance to respond your phone starts blasting your alarm, telling you that it's time to start your walk home.
"M'gonna miss you." He says as you carefully get out of his lap and stretch as you stand up.
"I'll call you as soon as I'm home, and we can stay on the phone all night." This answer seems to satisfy him as he stands up and gives you a kiss before grabbing your jacket to help you put it on.
"Goodbye katsu, I'll talk to you later." Giving him a peck on his cheek and opening the door to his room.
"Yeah, whatever bye nerd." Even though that would come off as rude to anyone else, it places a large smile on your face as you make your way out of his house. It really is a gorgeous house, his parents have wonderful taste.
As you start on your walk you think about how the conversation with your father will go. He'll more than likely be getting ready for his night-shift of patrol. He knew you were seeing someone but other than that he knew no details. You had never been one to share the details of your love life and he knew that, so he chose not to push. Hoping that you would trust him enough to tell him anything important.
As you arrive home, you put your key in the lock and carefully unlock the door. As you open the door to your guys apartment, you immediately see your father in the kitchen dressed in his hero suit making himself coffee. It was the only way he got through his night shifts. As he sees you he starts to walk over to you before giving you a hug and a kiss to the top of your head.
"Welcome home hun, how's your day been?" He says pulling away and giving you a smile. He knows you can handle yourself but there's a certain relief that comes with knowing that you're safe in your home.
"It's been good, but I've got something to talk to you about." As you say this his heart beats a little quicker, maybe something happened. He's already thinking of every horrible thing that could have happened to you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder taking him out of his thoughts.
"Saturday, my boyfriend's going to come over for dinner. So he can meet you." He sighs in relief, he can handle that. It's simply just meeting the boy who has stolen your heart. He's noticed the way you've changed, since you've started hanging out with that boy. You seem happier, calmer even. But all he knows is that it's been a change for the better, and he can tell this boy makes you happy. So, even though trusting someone else with the care of the most important person to him is terrifying. He knows you're happy and healthy, that's all that'll ever matter to him.
"Alright that's fine, but you're cooking cause you know I can't for shit." You let out a small giggle at this comment, because he really cannot cook to save his life.
"Already planned on it dad!" He could spend the rest of his life like this. In the sweet moments between the two of you. Due to his busy schedule he doesn't get to see you as much as he would like. Even though he knows you don't blame him, and never would he can't help but feel some guilt. He never wants you to feel like he's abandoning you in the way your mother did.
"Alright hun, I've got to leave for patrol, there's some money on the counter for you to order yourself dinner. I should be home around 3. Have a good night, I love you." Once again he plants a kiss to your forehead, with a small smile forming on his lips.
"Thank you, I love you too dad. Have a good patrol!" And with that he leaves for the night.
You spend some time debating on what to get, with the help of Katsuki's opinions. After you get your food and eat you and him both decide that it's time for bed. You fall asleep to the sound of his soft snores feeling the most content that you have in years.
The rest of your week goes by normally. With the same routine of going to school, seeing your boyfriend, and going home. A simple routine but one that you've grown to love. The normalcy of everything is so comforting to you. And before you know it Saturday has arrived. Throughout the day you're excited, you think. You're not actually really sure how you feel, you want to be exciting but then there's the thought of what if it doesn't go well. And now you're suddenly wondering if Kats will be mad that you didn't tell him who your father was. As it gets closer to the time that was agreed upon by the three of you, the panic starts to really set.
This does not go unnoticed by your father as he is an extremely observant man. Yet, for what feels like one of the first times in his life, he doesn't know how to comfort you. He wants to promise you that he'll like your boyfriend but he knows there's always a chance that promise would be broken. And he doesn't want to do that to you. He settles in just trying to tell you he'll be nice. He walks into the kitchen where you've started making curry. You're making two kinds because you know your father cannot handle the spice. You don't acknowledge his presence but he's aware you know that he is with you.
"Hey, uh I promise I'll be nice tonight, but I can't promise that I'll like him." He says as gently as he can, but he feels like that last part may have come out a little harsh.
"I know dad, it's not really you I'm worried about. He's just.. He's so anxious but it comes out in a way that's harsh, and I don't want you to think less of him." It was a hard confession for you to make to him. Fearing that he might connect the dots before your boyfriend gets here.
"I'll keep it in mind kid, because I know you're happy. I see it on your face." He walks back to his room as he says that. But it leaves a smile on your face. And it reminds you how much he truly cares about you.
You think about Katsuki the entire time you cook. Thinking about his smile that is so contagious to you. He's smiling and you are too. About his hair, and the way it's so pointy. Yet it somehow manages to be so soft too. His voice that is so loud and harsh with others, but is so gentle and soft with you. You think about the way he looks while he cooks. He'll say he enjoys your food tonight, and he might. But you both know that he is absolutely the superior cook. You think about his handsome face. Everything about it being so perfect and fitting together so well. The red of his eyes, and the small bags that fall under them. Everything about him is so perfect.
Eventually, you're interrupted from your thoughts by a knock on the door. 'Shit' you think is it really already time. You quickly go to open the door and you're pleasantly surprised at the sight in front of you. Your lovely boyfriend dressed nicer than you think you've ever seen. Wearing a nice pair of jeans and a red dress shirt that brings out his eyes. He's also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Uh. Here these are for you." He says has he shoves them into your hands. You smile at him.
"Thank you they're gorgeous. Would you uh, like to come in?" No matter how long you guys are together you'll honestly probably always have these small awkward moments between the two of you that you've grown to love.
"Oh uh yeah." He nods his head as he accepts your invitation and walks into your house. Taking a mental note of his surroundings, the place you, the girl he loves lives. He thinks it's simple, but nice, even more than his own house.
"Uh, by the way don't kill me for not telling you." You hear your father start coming down the hall and feel this is your last chance to say anything. And you decide to plead for your life. He looks at you with complete and utter confusion.
"Huh?" He says this as your father walks into the room and as the realization hits him, you see the color drain from his face. You look at your father and he has the same look on his face. Katsuki's seems to be more out of fear and your father's more out of shock.
"Y/n what did I say about loud blondes?" He says with a sigh, but you know he's not mad. He may just be trying to freak Katsuki out a little more.
With a giggle you respond, "to stay away from them?" Katsuki looks at you like you're crazy, you can only wonder what's going through his head. You take his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Uh- hi Aizawa-sensei." He says with a shake in his voice. You can tell he's scared and you feel so bad for not telling him. You realize that it was a mistake you shouldn't have hid it from him, you should have just told him. But you don't have time to keep thinking before your father responds.
"Hello Bakugou, I'm assuming you were as left in the dark about this as I was?" Your father sends you a small glare.
"Uh yeah sir I was." He says huffing and shoving the hand that wasn't holding yours in his pocket, as he glares intensely at the floor.
"Msorry- I didn't know how to tell you guys.. I'm sorry." You say meekly, you really hadn't known how to tell them.
"it's okay, m'jus a little shocked." Now it's his turn to give your hand a comforting squeeze. He really isn't mad at you, but he does wish you had told him before. But that's something the two of you can talk about another day.
"I know you make my daughter happy Bakugou, so I'm not mad. And I know you'll be able to protect her. But this will not change our relationship at school, do not expect anything to be easier for you. If anything be prepared for it to be harder, if it's my daughter you'll be protecting." Your father sends a look to your boyfriend that conveys how serious he is about his words.
"Yeah yeah sir, I wouldn't want it any other way." He send a glare straight back at your father, you know this is his way of proving himself to the older man. So for now, you won't get in the way, as long as it doesn't get to out of hand.
"We should probably go eat before dinner gets cold." The two men nod in agreement before you guys make your way to the dining room. You sit next to Katsuki and your father sits on the other side of the table. You give both of them plates before making your own.
"I hope you enjoy it." You say with a weak smile. You watch as the both of them start eating and Katsuki gives you one of those looks that just shows you how much he is in love with you.
"Shit babe, this is so fuckin good." He says before taking anything bite. And this makes you giggle and return him the smile. Your father watches with an amused smirk and he realizes that calming the loud blondes may run in the family.
The rest of dinner goes well, you guys all talk and you father seems to accept of Katsuki. And that makes you happier than anything, seeing the two most important people in your life get along.
A/n: RAAAAH okay so I fear it's late and I'm a little eepy so I kinda rushed the end, so I might come back and change it or I'll js leave it I don't know! But this is the first time in a rlly long time I've written so it honestly probably sucks but I fear it's okay chat. I hope you at least someone enjoyed it!
Pt. 2, pt. 3
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ok yall! i couldn't stop thinking of neglected Reader falling for Clark Kent, so instead of writing a new chapter of "I bet on losing dogs" I wrote an AU!!! Batfam's neglect stays till reader is 18, Tiffany isn't exposed till later. I got kinda carried away tbh! Remember, THIS IS AN AU!!!! Ya'll aren't ready for this plot actually. Or who really steals readers heart. Thank you to the wonderful anon who sent me down the rabit hole of this man. Reader is 18 when the romance actually starts.
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When you were younger, you had always idolized Superman. Clark Kent, the unassuming, nerdy reporter with glasses, was a far cry from the intimidating presence he became when he donned the cape. You first saw him when you were 9, during a charity event your father had taken you to. At first, you thought he was just another well-dressed man who smiled too much. But then, when he lifted a car to save someone from an accident, you felt something shift in your chest.
Thatâs it, you thought. Thatâs what I want. I want him.
From that day on, you couldnât stop thinking about him. The way he saved people with a smile, how gentle his voice was. Youâd daydream about being near him, holding his hand, his deep blue eyes looking down at you with affection. But Clark never saw you that way. To him, you were always just Bruce Wayneâs little girlâthe kid he barely knew.
Maybe it was a result of being neglected by every man in your life that made you so feral for Clark Kent. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only person you knew who didn't prefer Tiffany to you. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, he'd never feel the same.
So, you pushed your feelings aside.
Or at least you tried to.
Youâd flirted with boys before. Youâd flirted with grown men. With your powers, you needed an outlet, a way to let go of your frustrations, to feel good. You lost your virginity only days after gaining your powers. It felt amazing, during those moments you were in control of your body, the pain went away, the neglect went away and you were loved.
But nothing had ever been like the times you found yourself in Clarkâs presence. At 16, youâd started testing the waters, teasing him with subtle remarks. Youâd gotten a little bolder in your attempts over the years, but he always brushed them off as playful jokes.
"Donât you think youâre a little young for me, kiddo?" heâd chuckle every time you got close.
You hated that. He saw you as a kid. That was it.
But you didnât stop. Because you were determined.
And by the time you turned 18, the world around you had shifted. You had grown into someone new, more mature, more confident. Your body had changed. Your personality had changed. But Clark... he still looked at you like you were that little girl from all those years ago.
It hurt. But you told yourself, Just be patient. Itâll come around. I just need more time.
You soon realized time was too long. Clark would never see you as anything more than a kid, he literally had children your age. He was old enough to be your father. His youngest son had a crush on you and Clark is a good man. He would never consider you romantically.
You couldn't keep chasing after another unrequited love. Not after years of chasing your family's. Not after years of being pushed aside for an imposter who always outsmarted your attempts to expose her.
You wanted to move on. To leave everyone behind.
And that's what you did. There was no dramatic breaking point, no emotional stand-off. You were looking out your window one day and you realized you've done nothing. You've never been happy, never once truly happy, you lived for everyone but yourself. Not anymore. One random sunny Tuesday, the summer after you graduated highschool, you packed up and left everything behind, no goodbyes. Not even a note for Alfred. None of them deserved it.
You were tired, tired of chasing people.
You wanted to be chased and that's what you got. Every week it was someone new, your professor, your friends, your boss, anyone who was attracted to you, you slept with. It was so freeing. It was euphoric, making them fall in love, leading them into your bed, then kicking them out as soon as the next one came along.
The only thing that you truly loved now was music, it was all that got you through years and years of mistreatment. No matter what happened in the manor, you could turn your headphones on and forget. You could grab your guitar and strum your worries away.
College sucked. Long ago, you would've pushed yourself to go, even though you hated it, just to make your family proud. To chase approval you would never get. Not anymore, you knew you needed a degree to make a living, but a gap year never hurt anyone.
You began working as a singer in different bars. It let you write songs and make money. There was nothing more addicting than feeling eyes on you, enchanted by you. Your voice was magnetic, drawing people in, and like any good predator, you feasted on their hearts and left as soon as they stopped inspiring you. Yet, no matter how good-looking or good in bed they were, they would never be Clark.
One night, after a few months of your reckless, self-destructive pattern, you found yourself in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of Gotham, a place where nobody would recognize you. You weren't gonna sing, not tonight.
You werenât here to find love, you werenât here to talk or connect. You were here to forget.
The clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation surrounded you, but it was the figure in the corner that caught your attention.
A man with a commanding presence sat alone at the bar, his back straight, eyes locked on the dim-lit television above the counter. His hair was peppered with gray, but there was something ageless about the way he carried himself; tough, confident, dangerous. The eyepatch over his right eye only enhanced the mystery, adding a cruel allure to his already intimidating presence.
You couldnât quite place why you were drawn to him, but the moment you saw him, a spark ignited. Slade Wilson. He worked with Bruce somehow one time, everyone hated him, even Clark. You remembered him because he was the only man, other than Clark, not to fall for Tiffany's charm and that was a win in your book.
Youâd heard of him in passing, mostly in rumorsâwhispers of a deadly mercenary, a ghost in the shadows of Gotham, a man you wouldnât want to cross. But here he was, sitting like a predator in a place filled with prey.
You werenât afraid. You never were. Youâd been raised in the shadows of Gotham, after all, with men who didnât even know how to love you. Youâd seen dangerous men before. You knew how to handle yourself.
You sauntered over, taking a seat next to him, your movements casual but purposeful. He glanced at you briefly, his lips twitching into the slightest of smirks before his eyes returned to the screen.
"Mind if I join you?" you asked, leaning into the counter, placing your drink beside his.
His gaze flicked toward you again, this time a little longer. There was something predatory in the way he sized you up, assessing your every move. "Not at all."
You smirked, tilting your head slightly. "Iâve been told Iâm a good time."
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, but it was cold, calculated. "That so?"
You didnât miss the way his eyes dropped briefly to your lips, but he didnât let his attention linger for long. He took a long sip of his drink and leaned back, unbothered, as though you were nothing more than another fleeting distraction.
You were used to this, the indifferent types. But you werenât going to let him slip away that easily.
âYou donât strike me as the kind of guy who spends his nights in places like this,â you said, turning towards him with a sly grin. âI imagine youâve got better places to be.â
Slade didnât look at you when he responded, his voice low and smooth, like gravel being ground underfoot. âIâm where I want to be.â
You laughed, the sound rich and teasing. "So, what does someone like you do for fun, then?"
For a moment, the silence stretched between you, and then he finally turned to meet your eyes, the weight of his gaze making your stomach flutter for reasons you couldnât explain. "Fun... isnât what Iâm here for."
You let out a slow breath, leaning in a little closer, just enough for the scent of his cologne to hit you, something spicy, with a touch of danger.
"Then what are you here for?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense slightly, but he didnât pull away. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, his lips curling up ever so slightly at the corners.
"Business."
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Business, huh? I love business."
âI'm sure you doâ he said cryptically, but his voice was thick with unspoken meaning.
The tension between you was palpable, electric. You couldnât deny the pull you felt toward him. It wasnât just his looks, though they were undeniably attractive in their own gritty, dangerous way. No, it was the way he carried himself, like he was someone who could destroy everything in his path if he wanted.
You werenât intimidated, though. If anything, it intrigued you more.
You leaned closer, the warmth of your body pressing against his, your breath hot against his ear. âSo, what do you do when business is done?â
For a moment, he didnât answer. He just stared at you, his eyes hard and calculating. And then, before you could react, his lips brushed against your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "You donât want to know."
You shivered at his words, at the heat of his breath, but you were beyond caring. You were tired of being the one who was always desired but never loved, the one who always chased but was never caught. Tonight, you wanted to be wanted, and you wanted him to want you more than anything.
"Maybe I wanna find out" you breathed, your hand sliding down his arm.
His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing your wrist before you could make contact. His grip was firm, but not painfulâjust a reminder of his control, of how easily he could break you if he wanted.
âNot tonight,â he murmured, voice rough. "Not the way you think."
You stared at him, uncertainty flickering in your gaze for the briefest of moments. You had gotten used to men not wanting you the way you wanted them, it was all you knew growing up. But now things were different with your abilities. This wasnât the first time someone had pulled away, but with him, it felt different, like he was holding back, just as much as you were.
You smirked. "What makes you think you can stop me?"
His lips curled again, this time with something darker in his eyes. "Because Iâm the one who calls the shots."
A challenge. A warning. And for some reason, that only made you want him more.
Before you could react, he stood up, his hand lingering on your wrist for just a beat longer. "If youâre serious about this, Iâll be at the back exit in thirty minutes."
Then, without waiting for a response, he was gone, disappearing into the shadows of the bar.
You sat there for a moment, staring after him, the heat of the moment hanging in the air between you.
You werenât sure whether to follow or not, but you knew one thing for certain: tonight was going to be a night you wouldnât forget.
And so, you found yourself standing outside in the cool night air, your heart racing. You hadn't planned for this, but somehow it felt inevitable.
When you saw him again, waiting by the dark alley, it was clear this was a man who didnât let anything slip through his fingers. And tonight, you werenât going to let him slip away either. You approached him, your steps measured and confident.
He didn't speak immediately, just gave you a slow, knowing smile as you came closer.
This wasnât the start of a love story. This wasnât about feelings or connections. This was something darker, something more primal.
This was a game. And you werenât sure if you were the predator... or the prey.
But you were ready to find out.
The cool Gotham air settled in your lungs as you closed the distance between yourself and Slade, your heels clicking softly on the pavement.
He stood by the alley entrance, leaning casually against the brick wall, his figure lit only by the faint streetlight behind him. The shadows clung to him like a second skin, making his presence feel like an almost dangerous secretâsomething you werenât sure you were ready to unravel, but damn, you were more than willing to try.
Slade didnât say a word as you approached, his one visible eye catching yours with that piercing, unreadable stare of his. You knew that look. It was the same kind of look your father gave you when he had to make tough decisions, when he saw things for what they truly were. Cold, calculating. But this? This felt different. This felt like a challenge. And you were more than ready for it.
âStill think you can handle me?â His voice was low, but it had that same teasing bite, as if he were daring you to prove him wrong.
You were close nowâtoo close for comfort, but you didnât care. You stepped into his space, the heat of his body now radiating against yours, his scent filling your senses. âI donât need to handle you,â you murmured, your lips barely brushing his ear as you leaned in. âI think you need to handle me.â
There was a flicker in his gaze, something almost imperceptible, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken. He didnât move away, didnât flinch like others would have. If anything, the air around you both seemed to crackle with intensity.
âIs that what you think this is about?â Slade asked, his voice rougher now, as though the control he so carefully maintained was slipping just a little. âYouâre not the first woman whoâs come to me thinking they can make me want them.â
You were sure he was referring to Tiffany, there was no way a man like him ever forgot a name or face. Knowing he knew who you were and knowing he didn't care made you want him more.
You smiled, feeling that familiar rush of excitement surge through your veins. It wasnât about making him want you. It was about making him need you.
âMaybe,â you said, leaning even closer, your lips almost touching his. âBut Iâm the first one who might actually make you lose control.â
For a heartbeat, you could have sworn the world around you stopped. Sladeâs eye darkened, the intensity in his stare shifting from challenge to something sharper. More dangerous. But there was something else in his eyes now. Something that made your heart race faster than you cared to admit.
His hand shot out, gripping your wrist with a force that had your breath hitching in your throat. The familiar spark of danger lit up your skin, and you didnât pull away. Instead, you let your body melt into his, feeling the pulse of raw, untamed power that radiated off him.
âYou think you can push me?â he growled, his voice like gravel, each word like a warning and a promise all at once.
You didnât answer him right away. Instead, you let your fingers trail across his chest, feeling the ridged muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Your touch was deliberate, slow, each movement a calculated game of power.
âMaybe I want to push you,â you said softly, your breath a whisper against his neck, âuntil I break you.â
The grip on your wrist tightened for a split second, his muscles flexing with controlled restraint. For a moment, you wondered if this was where it would end, that heâd push you away, tell you it was all just a game. But when he finally spoke again, his voice was thick with tension.
âCareful, sweetheart,â Slade murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. âIâm not sure you know what youâre asking for.â
You let out a breathy laugh, your body pressing even closer to his as your lips hovered dangerously close to his own. âMaybe I donât,â you whispered. âBut Iâm willing to find out.â
Slade didnât move for a long moment, just holding you there in that thin space between danger and desire. And then, finally, he closed the gap, his lips crashing into yours with the force of someone who had been holding back far too long.
The kiss was anything but gentle. It was a brutal, desperate collision of mouths, a clash of power and need. You could feel the tension in every muscle of his body as he claimed your mouth, his hands gripping your arms, his touch insistent and almost hungry. But you didnât break, didnât pull away. Instead, you kissed him back just as fiercely, hands roaming up his chest to grasp the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer.
For a second, you wondered if this would be the point where you lost yourself to the heat of the moment, but the longer you kissed him, the clearer it became that this wasnât just about passion. It was about control. About testing boundaries.
And you were willing to play that game, because you were ready to win.
As the kiss deepened, Slade pulled away suddenly, his breath ragged, eyes darker now with desire and frustration. He wasnât used to this. He wasnât used to someone who didnât give in.
âNot so easy, is it?â you whispered, your voice rough from the kiss, your body still pressed against his.
He glared at you for a moment, lips curling into a knowing smirk, the kind of smirk that made you feel like you were dancing on the edge of a knife.
âYouâre not the first one to test me, Slade said, voice low and dangerous, his hands sliding down your arms with intent. âBut you might be the first one who wants to."
Slade didnât pull back, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm, but his gaze never left yours. His hand, still gripping your wrist, was no longer a force of restraint; it was an anchor, a silent promise of just how far this could go.
The weight of his stare sent a shiver down your spine. You werenât sure if it was from anticipation or something deeper, something darker that he carried with him, but you felt it in every inch of your body. You werenât here for games anymore, you were here because you wanted this. You wanted him.
But there was more to it. Something about the way he held you in his gaze told you that, for once, you werenât in control. Slade Wilson was a man who played by his own rules. And now, you were learning the cost of trying to break them.
He released your wrist with slow precision, letting his fingers linger over your skin for just a second longer than necessary. You could feel the heat of his touch as he took a step back, eyes darkening with a new kind of challenge.
âYou really think youâre the one calling the shots here?â His voice was low, rough, as though it had been soaked in whiskey and smoke.
You werenât about to back down now. You smirked, leaning into him again, almost too close for comfort. âI think Iâm just... along for the ride.â
Sladeâs lips twisted into something dangerous, a mix of amusement and something else, something far more raw. He took a step toward you, crowding your space, his presence suffocating in the most exhilarating way.
âNot sure you know what that ride entails,â he murmured, his voice dipping even lower, sending another shiver down your spine.
âIâm starting to,â you replied, reaching for him, but this time, you didnât touch him the way you had before. You trailed your fingers slowly, almost teasingly, down his chest, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the fabric.
Slade didnât stop you. His body stiffened, though. Just enough for you to feel that tight pull of control he was holding onto. It only made you want him more. You pressed a little closer, your body brushing against his in a subtle reminder that you were still in the game, too.
âI like doing things i'm not supposed toâ you said, your lips grazing his ear as you spoke. âAnd I think you do, too.â
He stiffened at your words, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, you thought you saw something flash behind his gazeâsomething far more primal than the cold, calculating predator youâd come to know.
Sladeâs hand shot out, gripping your chin with surprising gentleness, forcing you to look up at him. The control was unmistakable in his hold, yet his eyes⌠his eyes were like a storm just about to break. âDonât think you know what youâre asking for.â
âI never said I did.â Your voice was steady, confident, even though the truth was you didnât fully know what this was. But you knew what you wanted, and right now, it was him.
He searched your face, his gaze intense, like he was deciding something. just as you thought he might break, he leaned in, closing the gap between you both.
His lips brushed against yours, barely a touch, but enough to send your pulse skyrocketing. For a moment, it was almost like a game of cat and mouse. He was holding back, just enough to make you ache for more.
His lips moved to your ear, his voice dropping lower, rougher. âYou should walk away now. Because once this starts, thereâs no going back.â
You leaned into him, your breath shaky, but your resolve unwavering. âI never look back. Not anymore.â
Slade didnât hesitate. His lips crushed against yours with an urgency that felt like a storm breaking free. There was no softness. It was rough, driven by something savage, and it made you lose your breath as you kissed him back just as fiercely.
You felt his hands on you, strong and sure, pulling you into him, his grip possessive in a way that made your pulse race even faster. You let him guide you, let him take the leadâbecause, for the first time in so long, you didnât need to be the one in control. You didnât want to be.
That night, Slade Wilson made you forget about every other man in your life, even Clark Kent.
For the next three weeks, you and Slade continued game of cat and mouse. Every other day, you would go to a bar to play and he would somehow appear in the crowd, like a sailor lured by a siren.
Yet everytime, in the morning when you woke, still hot after the previous nights activities, Slade Wilson was nowhere to be found.
You knew he was too old for you, too rough and unstable, but he could be kind at times, when he wanted.
And he was fun.
And you're sure your family would have a joint aneurysum if they found out.
It was fun until one night, he didn't find you.
Two months later, nothing changed. No word from your 'family' asking where you were, only Alfred's weekly check up, and Damian's insufferable posting of him, Tiffany, and the rest the family having fun without you on Instagram. He didn't even bother to block you.
No word from Slade either, yet you still hoped he would show one night. Seems like you had a thing for men ignoring you.
But tonight, something felt electric in the air.
Sladeâs shadow stretched across the dimly lit bar, his presence pulling every ounce of warmth from the room. You hadnât seen him in two months, not since heâd walked away without a word, leaving you to pick up the pieces of everything. Youâd told yourself you didnât care, that his absence meant nothing. But seeing him again, standing there with that predatory stare of his, you couldnât help but feel the heat rise in your chest.
You were busy, sure, singing and flirting, giving the crowd exactly what they wanted. But you couldnât ignore the sudden heaviness in the air. The way the music seemed to fade as his eyes locked onto yours from across the room. The same gaze that had always made you feel like you were hisâlike he could take whatever he wanted and leave you with nothing.
You kept the smile on your face, tossing your hair over your shoulder, a flirtatious laugh escaping your lips as you tossed a wink at one of the men leaning against the bar. You could feel Slade watching you, not just with his eyes but with every inch of his body. He hadnât come to listen to the music. He didnât give a damn about the crowd or the drinks. He was here for you.
And he was pissed.
He approached you with slow, deliberate steps, his frame imposing, his eyes cold with that familiar edge. When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble, almost drowned out by the noise of the bar, but it cut through everything like a blade.
âWell, well, well⌠look at you, darlinâ. Didnât take you long to move on, huh?â
Your pulse quickened, but you kept your head high. âDidnât realize I needed your permission, babe.â
He ignored the jab, his lips twitching in a smile that didnât reach his eyes. âHavenât seen you in two months, and this is what I come back to? Youâre out here playing with the other boys now?â
You didnât flinch. âYou didnât exactly leave me with much of a choice. You were the one who disappeared, remember?â
Slade's gaze hardened, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you, close enough that his breath stirred the strands of your hair. He leaned down, his voice dropping low, rough. âYou really think you can just forget about me? Move on with them? Cute little act you've got going, sweetheart, but I can see right through it.â
You pushed back, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. âIâm not doing anything. Iâm just having fun. Iâm living my life, Slade. You should try it sometime.â
His smirk curled, but there was no warmth in it. âI donât need advice from you. And I donât give a damn about your âfun.ââ His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a brutal grip, pulling you closer. âWhereâs your old man? Whereâs your daddy been? What about your brothers? Do they even know what the hell youâve been up to?â
The sharpness of his words cut deeper than you wanted to admit. Slade always knew how to hit you where it hurt, and he wasnât giving you any room to breathe. âDonât touch me,â you snapped, but the defiance didnât reach your voice the way you wanted it to.
âFunny, thatâs what I thought youâd say.â He released your wrist, but not before giving it a firm squeeze. âI already know whatâs been going on with your family. Theyâve been too busy holding onto their precious Tiffany, havenât they?â
You flinched at the mention of her name. Everyone knew Tiffany was the golden child, the one your family had actually cared about. The one theyâd all protected, even when she turned out to be the one using them. Youâd known for a while that she was a spy, but it didnât make it any easier to swallow.
Sladeâs eyes glinted with that sharp, calculating look. âYou knew what she was doing, didnât you? All this time, she was playing them like puppets, and now theyâre gonna come crawling back, pretending they care. Theyâll be looking for you soon enough, you know. Guiltâs a hell of a thing.â
The words sank into you, twisting painfully. You hated how right he was. Your family had always been so focused on Tiffany that they hadnât noticed how you were slipping through the cracks. And now, with her gone, they were going to realize their mistake. They were going to come for you, but it wouldnât be because they cared. It would be because they felt guilty.
Slade took a step closer, his hand lightly grazing your cheek, the touch cold and commanding. âTheyâll come running for you when they realize what theyâve lost, sweetheart. But donât fool yourself. It wonât be about you. Itâll be about guilt. About making things right because they fucked up. But you know better than anyone, those kinds of people always forget when the next shiny thing comes along.â
You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. âWhat do you want from me?â
His smirk widened, his fingers trailing down your jaw with a casualness that made your skin crawl in a way you couldnât quite explain. âWhat do I want from you, sweetheart? Maybe just the same thing Iâve always wanted. But letâs be clear: Iâm not here to save you from them. Hell, I donât even know if you want saving.â
You glared at him, feeling the bitter edge of your own anger. âThen why the hell are you here?â
Slade's eyes softened for a brief secondâjust long enough to make you wonder if this was something more than just a game to him. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the moment was gone, replaced by that familiar coldness. âIâm here because youâre a hell of a lot smarter than theyâll ever give you credit for. And youâre not stupid enough to think you need them. You know they never cared, not really.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat. He was right. You did know it, deep down. Youâd always known. It stung, more than you cared to admit, but you were done being angry about it.
He leaned in, his lips brushing just below your ear. âWhen they come, and they will come, you can show them what it feels like to be abandoned. You can make them feel just how you felt. But donât think for a second you can do it without me.â
You didnât respond right away, your heart pounding in your chest. He wasnât offering you a way out, he was offering you a choice. A choice between playing the victim to your familyâs guilt, or standing beside him as he carved his own path. Neither option was a clean one, but something about him made it feel like the one youâd always been meant to choose.
Slade stepped back, his eyes scanning you as if he was trying to figure you out. âYouâre not like them, sweetheart. And youâre not gonna let them walk all over you. Not this time.â
You finally met his gaze, the anger and frustration swirling in your chest. âYou donât know anything about me.â
Slade grinned, that predatory, dangerous grin that made you feel like you were in over your head. âOh, I know more than you think.â
Sladeâs presence was suffocating, his shadow looming over you like something darker than the night itself. Heâd always had that effect on you, but tonight, with the way he leaned in so close, his words cutting through the air like daggers, you couldn't help but feel a chill creep down your spine.
His eyes never left yours, not for a second, his smirk tightening as if he knew exactly how to push every button. "You know, sweetheart, you always think youâve got everything figured out, donât you?â His voice was soft, dangerous, like a whisper in a dark alley. âBut youâve been running from something for a long time. Something you canât hide from anymore."
You felt your heart beat a little faster, but you refused to show it. Youâd dealt with him long enough to know that showing weakness only made him more dangerous. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
Sladeâs gaze slid over you, dismissive yet calculating. âI think you know exactly what I mean. But letâs not play coy here. You used to be close with Jason. Back when he was alive, at least. You were a team, werenât you?â
The mention of Jason made your stomach twist, but you clenched your jaw and forced your face into something resembling indifference. You refused to let Slade see you hurt. âWhat about it?â
âNothing, just... funny, isnât it?â Sladeâs lips curved into a grin that made your skin crawl. âYou two were close. But then, Jason died, and who was left? The family? They couldnât be bothered to pay attention to you. They didnât notice when Tiffany came around, and they sure as hell havenât noticed since.â
Your breath caught in your throat, the truth hitting a little too hard. But you kept your composure, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much it stung. âWhat do you want, Slade?â
His eyes softened just enough to make you think for a second that he mightâve been telling the truthâonly for that same grin to return, sharper than before. âWhat I want? You're not getting it, sweetheart. Itâs not about me. Itâs about you.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out just how much of this conversation was manipulation. And how much was something more... personal? The tension between you two was so thick, it felt like it might snap at any moment.
Slade took a step closer, his movements slow, deliberate. âYouâve been wasting your time, havenât you? Hiding behind that bar, singing, flirting with men whoâll never understand you. You could do so much more than this, you know. Youâve got potential.â
He said the word like it was something sacred. A promise or a curse, you couldnât quite decide.
You shook your head, taking a small step back. "I donât need you or anyone else to tell me what I can and canât do."
Sladeâs eyes darkened, his smirk turning predatory. âOh, I think you do. I think you want to know. Deep down, youâre craving someone to show you how to unlock it. Your powers. Your real potential. You want something bigger, something more than this.â
Your pulse quickened, and a sickening unease washed over you. How the hell did he know about your powers? How much did he really know? The idea that heâd been watching you from afar, or worse, had been tracking your every move, made your skin crawl.
You tried to push that thought away. âI donât know what you think you know about me, but youâre wrong. I donât need anyoneâs help.â
Slade studied you for a long moment, his gaze never faltering. He was evaluating you, and you could feel the weight of it pressing on your chest. When he spoke again, his tone was almost... too calm, too casual.
âLetâs be real here, darlin'. You do need help. Youâve got power, and Iâm not talking about the small-time tricks youâve been playing with. You could be so much more. But you're stuck. Trapped in this little life youâve built for yourself because youâre too afraid to face what's really inside you.â
âWhy are you even here?â You asked, trying to keep your voice steady, but the edge was starting to creep in. You wanted answers, and you wanted them now. âYou disappeared for two months, and now youâre showing up like you know everything about me. Whatâs your game?â
He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his figure blocking the dim light above you. âMy game? Iâm not here to play games. Iâm here because Iâm offering you an opportunity. An opportunity to stop hiding from yourself. To work with me. To really figure out what youâre capable of. Iâve seen the way you move. The way you think. And I know youâre capable of so much more than this little bar. But youâll need training. Youâll need guidance. My guidance.â
Your eyes narrowed, and you couldnât stop the involuntary shiver that ran through you. He was offering you something, something you didnât quite understand, but the implication was clear: he wanted you to join him. To work together.
But there was something... off. The way he was talking. The way he seemed to know everything about you, the things you hadnât told anyone, not even yourself.
âHow do you know all this?â You demanded, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to sound confident. âHow do you know about Jason? About Tiffany? About whats happening to me?â
Sladeâs grin widened, a strange glint in his eyes as he leaned in, almost as if savoring the tension. âThere's nothing I don't know. I know more than you think. But hereâs the thing: you donât need to understand everything right away. You just need to trust me. Trust that I know what you need. And trust that I can give you what youâve been searching for. What they could never give you.â
His words were like a knife, each one digging deeper. âIâm not asking for your loyalty. Not yet. But think about it, yeah? Iâm offering you something bigger than this... this place, these people. I can offer you something real. Power. Freedom.â
Your eyes were still locked with his, but your mind was racing. You couldn't stop the unease creeping through you. There was a part of you that wanted to know what he meant. Wanted to know how far your powers could go. Wanted to trust him, even though everything in your gut told you not to.
âAnd what about Clark?â You blurted out, unable to stop yourself. âIâm supposed to just... forget about him too? You donât think I notice? You think Iâm some naive little girl who doesnât know whatâs going on? You think I can't see you using me? Trying to groom me?â
Sladeâs eyes flickered, just for a moment, before his lips curled into a snide smile. âClark.â He scoffed. âThe big, shiny boy scout with all the answers. I wouldnât worry too much about him. You and I both know how far that age gap really stretches. Heâs too good for you, always will be.â
He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with something dark. âBut me? I donât need to pretend. I know exactly what you need. And I wonât keep running from it like your little superhero friend. Iâm offering you something real, and youâre smart enough to see that.â
His words, sharp and possessive, lingered in the air. You swallowed, your throat dry.
âIâll think about it.â The words came out more breathless than you intended, but Slade didnât seem to mind.
âGood girl.â His tone was sharp, like an order, but there was something more in it, something possessive, like a claim. He reached out, his fingers brushing your arm as if he had every right to touch you. And the worst part was, you didnât pull away.
âDonât take too long,â he murmured, his lips close to your ear. âIâm not the patient type. And when I come back, youâll have an answer. Iâll be waiting, sweetheart.â
You hated how that sent a chill down your spine.
OKKKKKK WHAT DO YALL THINK??? IS IT GOOD??? BE HONEST!! I BARELY KNEW WHO SLADE WAS BEFORE THIS SO IT MIGHT BE OOC! REMEBER THIS IS AN AU! SORRY IF THERE'S TYPOS I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE IN BED. I FEEL LIKE IT SUCKS SO I MIGHT TAKE IT DOWN AND NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!!!!
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Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage
Content: "Casual relationship with the boys but itâs just you getting ahead of yourself and planning to talk to them about getting serious until you saw a headline about 'your' man going official with another lady." - @captainshindo
     Yoichi Isagi
     You werenât the jealous type. At least, thatâs what you told yourself.
     Isagi Yoichi was never officially yours, not in the way that mattered. Sure, he kissed you like you were the only person in the world, pulled you into his arms like he had no intention of letting go, and whispered things at night that made your stomach flip. But there had never been a label.
     It was fine. You were fine. Until you saw the headline.
     "Blue Lockâs Rising Star Isagi Yoichi Goes Official With Mystery Beauty!"
     Your stomach dropped. The article featured blurry paparazzi shots of him with some womanâher face obscured, but her hand was clearly clutching his wrist. You read every line, dissecting every word like it held the key to your survival of your heart. The journalist speculated, fans freaked out, and suddenly, it felt like the whole world was deciding where Isagiâs heart belonged.
     Except, no one had asked you.
     You slammed your phone down, anger bubbling up, not just at him but at yourself. You had been ready, so ready, to have the talk, to define what this thing between you really was. But now? What was the point?
     When Isagi came home later, he immediately noticed something was off.
     "Youâre mad at me."
     "Really?â You scoffed.
     "Yeah, you are." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is this about the article? I have no idea who that woman even was, Iâm pretty sure it was a fan."
     Your eyes snapped to him. He looked guilty. Good.
     "Why would I care?" you asked, voice tight. "Weâre not dating, right? I mean, not really. So why should I care?"
     His heart cracked when you said that. Did this mean nothing to you? Truth be told, he was planning to talk to you soon about your relationship. He wanted to be yours officially, now he feels dumb for not doing it sooner. Because now, his babyâs heart was broken and he didnât know how to fix it.
     "Come on, you know thatâs notâ"
     "Not what? Not true?"
     And it wasnât like he could just announce to the world that he was taken. Right? But still, he couldâve done something. At least that's what you told yourself.
     Isagi sat in bed that night, phone in hand, searching for ways to subtly (or not-so-subtly) let people know he was taken.
     What he found was⌠questionable.
     âGive her your hoodie, post her on your story, make it obvious.â
     Okay. Normal enough. What else, though? He wanted to do something more than that.
     âHickeys are the ultimate mark of possession.â
     His face burned. He thought about it for half a second, then realized they were temporary. That wasnât enough.
     And then he saw it.
     A tattoo. Permanent. Undeniable. Forever.
     It was impulsive, but so was he.
     Isagi came home, a slight wince on his face as he rolled his shoulder as he began experiencing the weak symptoms of a tattoo flu.
     "Hey."
     You barely looked up from your phone.
     He hovered for a second, then sighed dramatically. "Youâre still mad."
     Silence.
     "Okay, well, can you at least look at me?"
     With an exaggerated eye-roll, you glanced up and immediately did a double take.
     "What the hell is that?" you asked, pointing at the fresh ink on the side of his neck.
     Bold, black letters. Your name. Right there for the world to see.
     "A tattoo," he said casually, like he hadnât just done the most insane thing in history.
     Your mouth opened. Then closed. "No, yeah, I can see that. Why?"
     Isagi scratched the back of his head, suddenly sheepish. "Well, I wanted people to know Iâm taken."
     "Thatâs the way you went about it?"
     "Yeah, but this way, they canât argue about it." He grinned, a little too pleased with himself.
     âCheck my socialsâ He said with a smug expression. You gave him a puzzled but cautious look as you slowly opened your social media.
     He posted you. Not just that, he put your name in his bio with a heart emoji.
     You blinked. Slowly.
     "Youâre insane."
     "Maybe." He stepped closer, tilting his head with a smirk. "But now you canât say Iâm not serious."
     âThat is a good picture of us,â You hummed, squealing on the inside at the gesture. He really did that.
     âMatch bios with me before it looks like Iâm embarrassing myself.â He said sternly and you laughed, your eyes falling past from his lips to the fresh tattoo on his neck.
     âThatâs permanentâ
     âSo is this,â He smiled slyly, pulling you in for a kiss.
     Damn him. Damn him and his stupid, reckless, insanely hot commitment.
     You exhaled, shaking your head. "Youâre lucky I love you, Isagi Yoichi."
     That was the first time you said those words to him. I love you.
     "I know. I love you too.â He grinned. Yeah, and so does the whole world know now too.
     Meguru Bachira
     You werenât the type to rush into things.
     Or at least, thatâs what you told yourself when you first started seeing Bachira Meguru. It had been casual, fun, and effortless. The kind of relationship where dates blurred into late-night calls, where teasing turned into lingering touches, and where stolen kisses didnât come with strings attached. You liked him. A lot. Maybe too much.
     That was the problem.
     You told yourself it was just fun. That the way heâd tug you close after a match, sweat still dripping from his bangs, meant nothing. The way he sent you voice notes about the most random things, like how the vending machine near his training center always stole his coins. It wasnât anything special.
     But you wanted more. And after weeks of convincing yourself it wasnât just one-sided, youâd decided it was time to have the conversation. The âwhat are we?â talk. The âI think I want to be with you officiallyâ talk.
     You had it all planned out. Youâd meet him after practice, maybe go for a walk, maybe grab something to eat. Youâd be subtle about it, ease into it the way you always did with him. No pressure. No big declarations.
     Then, fate decided to punch you in the gut.
     Your phone screen lit up with a notification, the kind you usually ignored. But the name caught your eye. Bachira Meguru.
     It wasnât a text. It wasnât even a message from him. It was a headline. A big, bold, soul-crushing headline plastered across a sports gossip site.
     âBlue Lock Star Bachira Meguru Goes Official with Rising Model Hana Yoshida!â
     The article was filled with pictures, ones youâd never seen before. Bachira with his arm draped over her shoulders, grinning like he had no worries in the world. Her hand playfully on his chest. Them standing too close, their body language screaming intimacy.
     You stared at your phone, the weight of your own naivety sinking in.
     Had he ever mentioned her? No.
     Had he ever given you any reason to believe it was just you? Also no.
     You had assumed. And that was your mistake.
     The realization was sobering. The night before, he had sent you a voice note about his latest match, his usual excited rambling filling your ears. It felt normal. Easy. Safe. But now, the words rang hollow in your memory, like they belonged to a different story altogether.
     You inhaled sharply and forced a laugh, the sound bitter in your own ears.
     Wasnât this a blessing in disguise? If you had spoken to him any sooner, you wouldâve made a fool of yourself.
     Dodged a bullet. Saved yourself from embarrassment.
     You locked your phone and tossed it onto the couch, letting out a long breath. Maybe it was time to let go of the idea of âwhat couldâve beenâ and accept what was staring you in the face.
     Bachira Meguru was never yours to begin with.
     You had ignored his calls. His texts. His voice notes. Bachira was starting to panic. Had he done something wrong? Had he messed up what you two had, without even realizing it?
     The overwhelming feelings he had for you were impossible to express, no matter how hard he tried. He never quite knew the right words, but he knew this. He couldnât lose you. After years of isolation, of feeling like no one truly understood him, you had come into his life. You got him. And now, the thought of that slipping away, of you slipping away, was unbearable.
     So, in the dead of night, with anxiety clawing at his chest, Bachira showed up at your door. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, a bag of your favorite snacks in the other, and an apology for whatever the hell it was he had done to make you pull away. He wasnât even sure what he was apologizing for, but he knew he couldnât stand this silence between you two any longer.
     When he stood there, nervously shifting from foot to foot, the words he blurted out took you by surprise, and all the anger you had been holding onto melted away in an instant.
     âAre you breaking up with me or something? What did I do?â
     You blinked, taken aback. âMeguru, you really donât know? You didnât see the articles andâ wait, you thought weâre together?â
     âWell, yeah," he said, frowning, his eyes wide with confusion. "Iâm your boyfriend, right? Or did⌠Oh no, did I assume wrong?â He looked at you in a mix of worry and uncertainty, and something in your chest tightened. He looked so lost, so vulnerable, and you couldnât help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
     âNo, no, itâs not that,â you said quickly, trying to explain. âI just saw you with that model, and I thoughtââ
     âIt was for a commercial for Chris Princeâs brand,â he interrupted, his expression softening slightly. âWait⌠people are thinking itâs more than that?â
     âThe article says itâs official,â you said, biting your lip, unsure how to explain the confusion that had swept over you.
     He froze, processing what you said, then his face shifted to a mix of disbelief and determination. âThe hell? No, no way. Iâm fixing that. But first,â he said, his gaze locking onto yours, âI need to fix this.â The cool night air swirled around him, his features glowing in the soft light, giving him an almost ethereal quality.
     You blinked, momentarily speechless.
     He stepped closer, leaning in as he looked into your eyes with such intensity that you couldnât look away. âWe are together. Yes?â
     You felt your heart race. âOkay,â you answered, the tension in your body easing with the words.
     Without another word, Bachira leaned in and kissed you. Soft, sweet, but with a warmth that melted away any remaining uncertainty. When he pulled back, he glanced up at you with a shy grin.
     âGood. Can I, uh, come in?â
     You blinked again stunned from the kiss before quickly stepping aside. âOh, yeah! Sorry, come in!â
     Hyoma Chigiri
     Chigiri was greatâamazing, even. Every moment spent with him was effortless. The two of you didnât define things; it was simple. Casual. Late night skin care dates, movies, shopping, boba. No pressure, no expectations. Or so you thought. But somewhere between laughing over late-night games and the quiet mornings at his apartment, youâd started to wish for more. You didnât just want him in your lifeâyou wanted him. And not just as a casual companion, but as someone who would be there in the long run. So, you had decided to talk to him about taking things a step further.
     You reread your draft one more time.
     âHey, Hyoma. I know weâve been having a lot of fun, but... Iâve been thinking a lot about us. I think Iâm ready for something more serious. What do you think?â
     You bit your lip, ready to send it, but then the familiar buzz of a notification caught your attention. A headline. Your eyes widened in disbelief.
     âHyoma Chigiri Goes Official with Miku Takedaâ
     Your breath caught. The picture accompanying the article was of Chigiri, smiling brightly beside a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a radiant expression. She looked happy. And he was happy, too. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the wave of disappointment, but it was too much. The words blurred before your eyes as a dull ache settled deep in your chest.
     You blinked rapidly, trying to piece everything together. You two hadnât exactly made anything official, sure, but... hadnât the connection felt special? You had been special, hadnât you? There had been nights spent tangled in each otherâs arms, mornings where you stayed in bed a little too long, stealing kisses between sleepy grins.
     A dark thought crept in, taunting you, Was he even serious about me?
     Without thinking, you grabbed your things, leaving the coffee shop in a daze. The cold wind bit at your skin, but you barely noticed. You didnât know what you were feeling anymore. You had imagined a future with him, and now it was slipping through your fingers like sand.
     The next day, the confusion still gnawed at you. It was hard to focus on anything other than the image of Chigiri standing next to someone else. The woman was probably sweet, charming, someone who could give him everything you could never offer. Was that why he hadnât wanted to make things official? You were a fool to have expected more.
     You were lost in your thoughts when your phone buzzed again. A text from him.
     âHey, can I see you later?â
     Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at the message, reading it over and over. He wanted to see you? What could he possibly want to talk about?
     It wasnât long before you heard a knock on your apartment door. You hesitated for a moment before opening it, only to find Chigiri standing there, his usual calm expression now tinged with uncertainty. His eyes softened when he saw you.
     âCan we talk?â he asked, his voice gentle.
     âI can't,â you replied, trying to sound neutral, but your voice wavered.
     âWhy?â
     âI have to um, walk my pet fish.â You gave a poor excuse.
     âPrincess, you donât have a fish.â He bluntly said, giving you a pointed look. Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Why was he here? Why was he calling you that? Why was he playing with you like this? You defeatedly let him in, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on you. There was an awkward silence between you two. He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly unsure of where to start.
     âYou saw the article, didnât youâ he said finally, his tone a little more serious.
     You nodded, avoiding his gaze. âI did. I didnât know you were seeing anyone seriously.â
     âI am,â He said defensively and you gave him a confused look. Was he here to break your heart all over again?
     âIf that's all you came here to say thenââ
     âYou.â He interrupted you. âItâs you. Iâm serious about you.â
     âWhat?â
     âItâs not what you think,â he replied quickly, his voice tense. âThat woman in the photo, she was just a fan who asked to take a picture. Nothing more. I donât know how that rumor even got started.â
     You bit your lip, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through you. Of course, you hadnât asked him about her. Youâd just jumped to conclusions, letting insecurity take hold of you.
     âOh.â you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice.
     Chigiri ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. âNo, this is my fault. I shouldâve made it clear our relationship so youâd never have to feel this way.â His eyes softened as he stepped closer to you. âBut what Iâm saying is, Iâve only been focused on you.â
     Your heart skipped in your chest, and you met his gaze at last. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes.
     âYeah, um, me too.â You awkwardly answered, suddenly feeling small under his gaze.
     âCan I be your boyfriend? Officially?â
     âYes.â
     Rin Itoshi
     You had always known that Rin Itoshi wasnât the type for deep emotions. His cool demeanor, sharp gaze, and the way he carried himself on and off the field. it all screamed that he was in control, always. And when you found yourself in a casual relationship with him, it was easy to slip into that mindset.
     For weeks, it had been nothing more than stolen moments. Quiet, private conversations after practice, a few casual dinners here and there, and the occasional late-night texts. You were often there for him during his more emotional problems. You knew Rin wasnât big on showing affection, and in return, you respected his boundaries. But in the back of your mind, you started to wonder if there was something more. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you couldnât help it. Every time he looked at you, there was a flicker of something deeper, something he wasnât ready to share.
     You told yourself it wasnât a big deal. You were enjoying the moments you shared with him, and that was enough, right? But as the days went by, something inside you told you that you wanted more. You had no idea how he would respond, but the thought of asking had you nervous.
     You planned it all out. Youâd wait for the perfect moment, maybe after one of his matches when his energy was high, and then youâd talk. Just the two of you, no distractions. Youâd explain how you felt.You hoped he wouldnât brush you off, maybe, just maybe, heâd feel the same way.
     But of course, life had a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them.
     It all started on a random afternoon when you were scrolling through your phone. You were at home, taking a much-needed break from work and from your thoughts of Rin. The screen flickered to a news headline that made your stomach drop.
     "Rin Itoshi Goes Public with New GirlfriendâIs the Blue Lock Star Finally Settling Down?"
     Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. There, on your screen, was a picture of Rin and a woman, someone you had never seen before.
     It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Your mind raced as you scrolled through the article, each sentence tightening the knot in your stomach.
     Was this it? Had you been just a casual fling for him all along? Was this the end of whatever bond you thought you had? The thought of Rin moving on with someone else. Someone so glamorous and perfect for him, of course. It lleft you feeling small and foolish. You had been planning to have that conversation, and now, it felt like everything was too late.
     With trembling fingers, you dropped your phone on the couch and buried your face in your hands. It was the ultimate slap to your pride, the crushing reality that your feelings were never going to be returned the way you had hoped.
     What had you been thinking? You had let yourself get carried away, fantasizing about something more than what was real. You had never asked him where you stood, and now it was too late to fix it. You laughed bitterly at yourself, feeling the sting of embarrassment.
     The next day, you avoided Rin. You werenât ready to confront him, not yetânot with the painful sting of the news still so fresh in your mind. It hurt more than you expected, this grief, and you needed space to think. You decided to take a walk, but somehow, your feet led you to the one place you always went when you were hurtâa quiet pond tucked away near the park.
     You hadnât expected to find him there.
     As soon as you spotted him, your breath caught in your throat. You froze, a sharp pang of discomfort settling in your chest. You considered turning and walking away before he noticed you, but it was too late. He saw you.
     "Y/n..." Rin's voice broke through the silence, and there was something in his tone that made you pause. Relief. You didnât know how to explain it, but it was unmistakable.
     You took a step back, instinctively wanting to retreat, but he caught it. Panic flashed in his eyes, and the urgency in his voice grew. âDonât go.â
     You stood still, unsure of what to say or do, as he closed the distance between you. The cool air felt heavier with the weight of the moment. Rinâs usual composure was gone. He looked almost vulnerable as he started to speak again.
     âIâm sorry you had to see that,â he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it before. âThe woman in that article... Iâve known her for a while, but weâre not dating. It was just a misunderstanding.â
     You blinked, your mind racing to process his words. "Oh... okay."
     You didnât know how to respond. The silence stretched between you, thick with all the things unsaid. Now didnât feel like the right time to voice your feelings, not with everything still so raw.
     Rin seemed to sense your hesitation, though. He took a deep breath, his gaze steady but intense. "I think... we should be together."
     Your heart skipped, confused by the sudden shift. "What?"
     âI donât like the thought of us not being together,â he continued, his voice firm yet vulnerable. He was a mess. His emotions were all over the place. He was so scared of messing this up with you. âSo, will you...?â
     You blinked again, unsure if you heard him correctly. âYouâre asking me to be your girlfriend?â
     His expression softened, the edges of his usual coldness melting away. âI am.â
     You hesitated, the doubts swirling in your mind. "I donât want to get hurt."
     Rin stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that took you by surprise. âI promise, I wonât do that to you.â
     You took a shaky breath, the tension in your chest easing slightly. "Okay."
     As soon as you responded, he shocked you with a chaste kiss, his face heating up immedietly afterwards.
     Seishiro Nagi
     It had been an unusually calm week for you and Seishiro Nagi. Despite the usual chaos that surrounded him, whether it was from Blue Lockâs relentless competition or his fanbase constantly buzzing about his status, you and Nagi had settled into a nice routine. There was no commitment, no promises. Just the two of you enjoying each otherâs company in a casual, laid-back way. Heâd show up at yours some nights, you'd binge-watch youtube or play video games, and the occasional kiss was exchanged, but it was never anything too serious.
     It was comfortable. Simple. And deep down, you felt like it was enough for you.
     But lately? Lately, something has shifted. Maybe it was the way his hands lingered just a bit longer when they brushed yours, or the way his smile made your heart beat faster than it ever had before. He didnât say it, but you could feel something brewing underneath the surface. You wondered if maybe, just maybe, it was time to talk to him about what this was, what you two were.
     You stood in front of your mirror one morning, nervously adjusting your hair. The moment had to be right. Youâd already rehearsed what you were going to say. âSeishiro, Iâve been thinking. Maybe we could try something more serious?â The words sounded perfect in your mind, a perfect reflection of your growing feelings. No turning back now.
     However, fate had other plans.
     While scrolling through your phone that afternoon, you stumbled upon an article. The headline hit you like a ton of bricks:
     "Seishiro Nagi Officially Goes Public with New Girlfriend!"
     Your heart stopped. You felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. Your hands trembled as you read the article further. There was Nagi, smiling in a photo with some unknown woman. The words ânew girlfriendâ loomed over the image like a cruel reminder that whatever you and Nagi had shared, whatever you had hoped for, wasnât real.
     You had been overthinking things. This was just a casual thing to him, wasnât it? Youâd misread everything.
     Suddenly, the message you had planned to send him felt ridiculous. Why bother talking about getting serious when clearly, he was already with someone else?
     At that moment, the emotional whiplash was too much. You needed space. You couldnât face him. You locked your phone screen and pushed all thoughts of the conversation aside.
     For the rest of the day, you tried to distract yourself. You threw yourself into your work, watched mindless videos, but it was all in vain. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that headline. Your Nagi, someone you had been secretly falling for, was with someone else.
     Meanwhile, Nagi had no clue that his whole world had just fallen apart.
     He was sleeping soundly, sprawled out in his bed, his phone discarded on the nightstand.
     The evening sunset pierced through his window as he blinked his eyes open, groggy but still content. He missed you, he wonderd if you were busy. A small smile tugged at his lips as he sent you a message. You always knew how to cheer him up after a long day.
     But there was no reply.
     Weird.
     Nagi tilted his head, frowning as he locked his phone and stretched his arms above his head. He figured you were just busy or had fallen asleep early. Still, he felt a little disappointed. You two hadnât played together in a while.
     He got out of bed, grabbing a quick snack before going back to his room to play a few rounds of valorant on his pc. Yet, something gnawed at him, something felt off. He decided to call you.
     But you didnât pick up.
     Weird.
     He tried again. Still, no response.
     Now, Nagi was starting to get that feeling in his gut. It wasnât like you to ignore him like this. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed again.
     This time, it was an article. The same one from earlier, only now it was everywhere. Nagiâs eyes widened as he saw the headline about him and the new âgirlfriend.â He froze.
     What the hell was going on?
     His first instinct was to brush it off as some stupid gossip, but his feelings quickly turned into panic as he realized you mustâve seen the article.
     You were sitting on your couch, trying to make sense of everything, when you heard a knock at your door.
     Your heart skipped a beat. Part of you wanted to believe it was him, but the other half knew that was unrealistic. Even if he was here, you didnât want to face him. Not like this. You didnât want to explain the mess in your mind, the whirlwind of emotions, and the jealousy that had sprung up when you saw that article.
     You opened the door and there he was. Nagi.
     And before you could say anything, he kissed youâfirmly, his lips pressing against yours in a way that made your mind go blank. His hand cupped your cheek, and when he pulled away, his eyes bore into yours, a mix of determination and something else you couldnât quite place. He hoped you could feel all of his love for you through it.
     âYouâre mine. Not anyone else,â he said, his voice low and sincere. âThat news article? Fake. All of it.â
     You blinked, completely shocked. âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
     Nagi sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. âIâm sorry. I didnât know what was going on until just now. I didnât even realize you saw it. But I wasnât with her. I was never with her. Itâs all some stupid misunderstanding.â
     You could hardly process his words. Your heart pounded in your chest, and suddenly the flood of emotions that had built up came rushing in. But before you could speak, Nagi kissed you again before pouting.
     âNow that weâve cleared that, can we play Overwatch?â
     It was absurd. You were still trying to digest the fact that heâd kissed you that passionately and now he was asking to game? Your face was still red from the gesture.
     â...Okay,â you finally muttered, still a little dazed.
     âGood, Iâve missed playing with my girlfriend.â He smiled, ruffling your hair as he walked past you to get to your room. You almost choked. Youâve been his girlfriend? Since when?
     Reo Mikage
     You had always known your relationship with Reo Mikage wasnât exactly typical, but that never stopped you from dreaming. Reo had a way of making everything feel effortless. He was charming, with an enigmatic allure that seemed to make everyone gravitate toward him. And yet, he always found a way to make you feel special. Whether it was through a text, spoiling you with gifts, late night walks, a shared glance during class, or a quiet dinner date at one of the many upscale restaurants his family frequented, Reo knew how to make you feel like you were the only one in his world.
     You weren't from the same social circle as Reo, and that difference stung every time you allowed yourself to think about it. Reo was the heir to a vast fortune, a golden boy in the world of soccer, destined for greatness. His familyâs wealth and influence were legendary. Meanwhile, you were just another girl trying to make it through school, scraping together money for lunch while juggling part-time jobs. You didnât feel like you belonged in his world, even if Reo never seemed to care about that. He had a way of looking past the things that defined peopleâs worth in the eyes of the world. But the reality of your difference in status was something you couldnât fully ignore.
     It wasnât as if Reo was outwardly dismissive about your life or background. No, Reo was sweet, considerate, andâfrustratinglyâalways seemed like he genuinely enjoyed your company. But lately, you were starting to wonder if you had been kidding yourself. Maybe you were just another fleeting thing in his life, a distraction before he inevitably moved on to someone more suited for him. Someone from a wealthier, more established family. Someone who could fit seamlessly into his world.
     That was why, after months of casually seeing each other, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed one evening, staring at your phone screen and rehearsing what you were going to say to him. Youâd been thinking about it for weeks now. Maybe it was time to have the conversation, to ask him where you stood and if there could be something more between you. You had convinced yourself that it was the right time. Reo was always warm toward you, his touches tender and his words soft. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move.
     But then, as you scrolled through your social media feed while absently flipping through notes for your upcoming exam, you saw it.
     The headline nearly knocked the breath out of you: "Reo Mikage Goes Official with Korean Chaebol Heiress, Seung Hae."
     Your heart dropped into your stomach as your finger hovered over the screen. Was this some kind of joke? You blinked twice, then read the article again. It showed pictures of Reo with a beautiful, tall woman at a high-profile event. Her arms draped around his, smiles exchanged, the kind of chemistry you never seemed to get from him.
     The worst part? The woman was breathtaking, with long black hair, flawless skin, and a designer outfit that screamed money. Her family was a significant part of the Chaebol world in Korea, and she fit perfectly into the realm of Reoâs lifestyle. Someone his family would approve of.
     A strange mix of anger, sadness, and embarrassment bubbled up inside you. You could feel your face flush with humiliation. It wasnât the first time you had thought about the possibility of Reo seeing someone else, but this felt different. It felt real.
     Reo had been so kind to you, so sweet, that you thought maybe you were building something together. But now it all felt like a lie. You had been foolish to think he could ever be serious about someone like you. Maybe this was his way of showing you that your relationship could never be more than a fleeting thing.
     I guess I was just a phase, you thought bitterly.
     The next day, you avoided Reo. It wasnât easy, especially since he always found ways to pick you up after school or find a day to hang out but you kept your distance. Whenever he texted you, asking if you could meet, you came up with a vague excuse about needing to study or work. Every time your phone buzzed with his name, you winced.
     But despite all your avoidance, Reo never seemed to give up. His persistence only fueled the fire of your insecurities. What could he possibly want from you now?
     Then came the day he appeared at your schoolâs courtyard, standing by a bench, watching you from afar. His expression wasnât one of frustration or confusion; it was one of pure determination. It was oddly nostalgic back from when he used to go to school here.
     âY/n, we need to talk,â he called out.
     You froze, clutching your bag tighter as you forced a tight smile. âThereâs nothing to talk about, Reo.â
     âDonât give me that,â he said, closing the distance between you. âYouâre avoiding me, and itâs clear somethingâs wrong.â
     Your breath hitched. You could feel the tears starting to prickle at your eyes as the weight of it all hit you.
     âI saw the article,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âI saw the pictures of you and her.â
     Reoâs face paled for a second before his usual calm demeanor returned. He raised a hand, gently cupping your face. âLove,â he began, his voice steady. âSheâs just a family friend.â
     Your heart stuttered in your chest as you looked up at him, uncertain. âThen why was she wrapped around you like that? You and her, together like that... it didnât look like business.â
     âShe was posed up like that with several other sons of prestigious families there. I promise you, youâre my only one.â
     You swallowed, the tightness in your throat easing slightly. âBut Iâm not... Iâm not like you. You have your world, Reo, and Iâm just... me. Itâs not the same.â
     Reo stepped even closer, his eyes soft and focused on you. âYou are my world, and that is more than enough for me. Donât ever think it isnât.â
     The sincerity in his voice hit you like a wave, and suddenly the weight you had carried for so long felt like it was lifting.
     âIâm sorry I didnât explain it sooner,â Reo said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. âI shouldâve told you about the event but I didnât know the press would spin a story like this.â
     âOhâ
     Reo chuckled softly, his hands still gently holding your face. âI hope you know that youâre it for me, Y/n.â
     Your heart fluttered in your chest. This was real. In that moment, all your insecurities seemed to vanish. Maybe you didnât come from the same world as Reo, but that didnât mean you couldnât share a future with him.
     âDoes that mean weâre together?â You asked.
     âMy heart was yours since the day we met.â He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
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Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something đ¤ˇââď¸đ
Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will đ
Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it â¤
Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader
Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions đ¤, self deprecating Joelâ˘, big dick Joelâ˘, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting
W/C: 1.9k
Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.
What Matters
âAre you sure, baby?âÂ
Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. Youâve probably lost track of how many times heâs asked you if youâre sure.Â
âYes, Joel, Iâm sure,â you laugh breathily.Â
Youâre both lying in his bed, completely bare. Thereâs a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sunâs going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He canât help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.
Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. Heâs not stupid, he knows that you know heâs just trying to waste time, but you let him. Youâre so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. Itâs not that he doesnât want to be with you in this way, but that heâs worried he wonât be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.Â
But what if he canât?
Youâre younger, after all, and heâs not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarahâs mom. If thatâs the case, itâs been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, youâre probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he canât? What if itâs been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?Â
It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because heâs not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. Youâre so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. Youâd wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.Â
But thatâs not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.Â
âJoel?âÂ
His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply canât ignore.Â
âPlease,â you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.Â
âAlright, sweetheart. Iâve got you.âÂ
And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.Â
Youâre already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. Itâs another thing he was worried aboutâbeing so big. Joelâs not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of hisâŚattributes.Â
He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once heâs about halfway in. Youâre so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. Heâs again reminded of just how long itâs been since heâs felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.Â
âShit, baby,â he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.Â
His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration youâre looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows heâll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. Thereâs a reason the two of you have only been âtogetherâ for about four months even though youâve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.Â
It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows youâve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? Heâs never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things youâve ever wanted for yourself.Â
âYou okay?â Your honeyed voice reaches his earsâor his good ear, ratherâand he smiles at you.Â
ââCourse, baby. Jusâ gotta give me a second, alright?â He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. âItâs been a minute.âÂ
You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?Â
Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. Heâs already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.Â
âYou feel so good,â you whine.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, so dâ you. âLike goddamn heaven.â And you do; overwhelmingly so.
He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows heâs found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.Â
âH-honey, I have to pull out,â he grits out. Heâs so embarrassed, it hasnât even been five minutes. He wonât last long enough for you to come before him.
But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. âItâs okay, Joel,â you breathily assure him.Â
He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesnât meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.
âIâm sorry, baby, IââÂ
âJoel,â You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. âItâs okay.â You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. âTake as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determineââÂ
You both realize what you said at the same time. Joelâs eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesnât realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.Â
You love him. You said it. And he believes you.Â
âI love you too, baby,â he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. âSo damn much.â Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and thatâs all that matters.Â
Then youâre both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each otherâs lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.Â
âJoel, p-please,â you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.Â
He doesnât waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.Â
He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless heâs watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.Â
It doesnât take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.Â
By the time youâre coming down, heâs back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.Â
You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.Â
You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that youâve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like youâre addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.
It still doesnât take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but itâs too fucking much. He canât hold it off when you feel so good around him. Itâs like torture to stave off his orgasm when heâs thrusting into your soft heat.Â
âWhere dâ you want me, honey?â Joel asks you, his voice strained.Â
âInside,â you whisper against his neck without a second thought.
And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks heâs almost done, thereâs another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.Â
When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.Â
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Sometimes I think about how people rank Jason as their least favorite because heâs âsuch a bland character with no personalityâ, but was he even allowed to have one in the first place?
Heâs two years old when Lupa guides him to Camp Jupiter. Heâs brought up to be the perfect soldier, the perfect Roman, the perfect hero. He doesnât know life outside the legion. Heâs the son of Jupiter, he has to be great. If heâs not, heâs a failure and a disgrace. If he is then heâs still not the best because there so many other heroes who did it better than him so he has to keep trying harder and harder even though no matter what heâs never going to be good enough because the moment he slips up heâs no longer the perfect hero.
The few times he actually tries to do something he wants, heâs only cut down. Changing the 12th legion to the 1st legion? No, you canât do that. Itâs tradition. Youâre wrong. Thatâs stupid. Joining the 5th cohort? Why would you join those losers? Youâre only hurting yourself. You could be great if you join the 1st cohort instead like a good Roman boy.
So why would he try to do anything that cultivates his identity? Why would he try to do anything that brings him joy if everyone around him is just going to suck it right out?
He has no best friends at Camp Jupiter. He has acquaintances. He has people heâs friendly with. Say what you want but Reyna was a coworker. Dakota was cool, Gwen was nice. But none of them make Jason want to stay at Camp Jupiter instead of Camp Half-Blood. He thinks of Reyna but only in terms of he doesnât want to saddle her with the responsibility of picking a new praetor. He thinks about duty. When he is picking between the camps heâs weighing his options between doing his duty as heâs done his whole life or picking himself for the very first time ever and he picks himself.
And itâs honestly so fucking depressing that the first time Jason picks himself and is actually supported in his decision happens when he is sixteen years old. And most of the people supporting him have only known him for a month.
But then he saddles himself with duty and responsibilities because thatâs all heâs ever known and Percy is dying and Jason is a good Roman and a good hero and his job is to sacrifice his life for everyone else because of course it is. So he takes on Pontifex Maximus to build shrines and temples to minor gods and goddesses (not that they shouldnât be honored but⌠once again heâs sacrificing his identity for the good of everyone around him).
And then, just as heâs finally discovering an identity for himselfâhe likes physics, heâs learning about the mortal world and living in it, heâs becoming more than just Jupiters son and Junoâs perfect heroâheâs killed.
Jason never got to be Jason. He only got to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, Praetor of the 12th Legion, slayer of Krios, one of the Seven, Junoâs Champion, Pontifex Maximus. He always belonged to someone else and never himself.
All this to say, Jason is my favorite of the Seven and although heâs not the eldest nor a daughter, as an eldest daughter I relate so hard and feel very seen in him.
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Can I ask for Headcanons/Scenario with the crew members where it's a normal tulpar haul. But the reader is an extremely experienced captain of another ship,and they're older,more built and more strict. Like think 6'7,built like an extreme weightlifter,very classy and formal.
And they're on the tulpar to look after everything because it's an incredibly important shipment? What would the crew members reactions be to the reader appearing very strict,no-nonsense,cold and condescending. But once they get close, the reader is actually very nice.
also can it be a male reader? Thank you! I love your writing. <3
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Crew Members x Male! Older! Strict! Reader. [ Reader is a high ranking captain of another pony express ship ]
a/n; this ask was basically buried deep in my inbox,i was just scrolling through and found it.
Tulpar! Captain,Curly.
Oh boy,and they used to say that curly was the most able employee at pony express. Clearly they lied,Cause LOOK. AT. YOU.
For the first time in his career,he felt intimidated.
The way you basically hovered over him,gave him chills ngl.
He admires you so fucking hard, your efficiency ,your capability, and your experienced nature. you need something? Grant Curly is on it!... He found himself trying to... Impress you???
He was basically always looking for your approval at things,no matter how small or trivial it was. He needed your opinion.
He was also starting to wonder wether or not the feeling of intimidation... was rather something else.
He is definitely feelin a lil somethin somethin.
When he actually got to know you,and saw how kind and sweet you actually were. This guy just fell,he fell guys,he just fell.
Co-Pilot, Jimmy.
Manz is PISSED.
He is freaking LIVID,as if Curly wasn't already enough,bossing him around.
He'll never ever admit it to anyone,but he was basically scared of you,of how... Domineering you were.
He is jealous of how put together you were,always effortlessly classy.
He couldn't decide whether he wanted to be you,or wanted to be with you.
He didn't even notice it,but you found him staring,so intently that it actually concerned you.
Whenever you would try to interact with him he'll make up an excuse and run away.
But he,too wanted to get on your good side.
He'll die before ever admitting it,but he was craving your praise so fucking bad.
He is just dying on the inside,he desperately wants to hear you call him a 'Good Boy'.
Maybe he'll have to impress you some other way,who knows?
Nurse, Anya.
Let's be fr,the first time Anya saw you,her heart skipped a bit. I mean c'mon! Can you blame her? She doesn't see handsome, capable, disciplined male colleagues on the regular,does she?
Cut her some slack for staring! She can't help herself for wanting to admire you!
Like the others,she also tries her best to live up to your expectations,to be on your good list. She tries to make sure all your needs are met,(which aren't even bothersome,you prefer to do things your own anyway) but she always insists upon helping you out!
You began to notice that no matter who else wasn't around,Anya was always there in the corner of your eye. Was she... Following you around?
By Gods,she can't help it! No other person on the ship is as pleasant to be around as you! She feels at ease when she's with you. And you don't mind.
When she finally gets to know the real you, the butterflies in her stomach settle down into something even more soothing and calming.
Her puppy crush is beginning to grow,maybe someday in the near future, she'll ask you for things, beyond the professional limit.
Mechanic, Swansea.
He is just glad that there is someone on this godforsaken ship who has the screws in their head straight.
He does feel a bit relaxed that he doesn't have to worry about things going wrong with you onboard.
He sometimes has you deal with Daisuke instead. More relaxation time for him.
He can count on you. And he likes you the best on the ship.
Doesn't shy away from praising you in front of others.
Intern,Daisuke.
"WOWZER MISTER YOU'RE SO COOL!".
He was a bit scared of you at first,but quickly warmed up to how refreshing you were.
You were strict,yes. But not as much as Swansea. You never scolded him,or complained about him to others.
Instead you always, efficiently taught him how to do things properly.
The way you spoke,the way you presented yourself. He didn't find it strange how his other, older, colleagues were swooning over you either.
Grew to like you the best on the ship as well,always right by your side.
He does think you're hot,but is intimidated pretty easily.
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Ok, listen, LISTEN
He Tian is a really complex character. He's been trying to escape the darkness that his family is involved in his whole life. But at the same time, he very clearly thinks he inherently has that "evilness" inside of him. (it's the simbolysim behind his "fear of the dark" and the reason he lists Mo not being afraid of the dark as one of the reasons he (ht) likes him)
And then, THEN, Mo guan shan shows up, and not only he sees that darkness and doesn't back down in front of it, but he also starts to care for Ht despite it being there.
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So the thing that starts growing inside He Tian is the fear that this one person, this one boy who doesn't pull him deeper into the darkness (like his family (sorry He cheng i love you ) bringing him into the business) and KNOWS him as more then just that, will forget him.
That this side of him, that can be good and loved without ties of debt, will disappear alongside Mo's memory.
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Then She Li shows up. He tian sees with his own eyes that he cannot protect his loved one without that darkness, and above all he can't freely protect him if that darkness isn't entirely his. This time when She Li attacked Mo he had to bargain for power with his brother to take SL down, so he faces the fact that he needs power and influence to keep Mo safe.
So there comes the sacrifice, he'll go away if he can save Mo. And while away, he'll conquer whatever he needs to make sure Mo never struggles again, so he will never need to leave again.
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BUT here's the thing. Mo doesn't know all that, he only knows what HT has told him, Mo knows He Tian only ever expressed fear when 1 - Mo was in danger, 2 - When faced with the idea of being forgotten.
And after months of being loved, reassured, and having HT promise to give him the future of his dreams, months of letting He Tian in, he just disappears one day.
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And suddenly Mo is in the position of being "left behind", forgotten.
So when HT comes back, this smug fucker who hurt him that bad, acting like nothing ever happened, Mo wants to pretend it doesn't matter. That he wasn't "the dumbass who got left behind", that it never hurt enough to still matter, years later.
And he also wants it to hurt He Tian back. So he says this.
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He says it knowing it will hurt. If he could be left behind by Ht, he wanted he tian to be hurt by the fact that Mo could also forget him. And it does hurt, you can see it in HT's face, in the fact he has to turn it away.
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But Mo does care for He Tian, we all know this. So as soon as he sees the result, Ht's hurt expression, the words "you're so cruel", as soon as he sees it actually hurt, he gets hurt as well. He feels the conflict that this situation would bring, the feeling of resenting someone you love, or/and hurting someone you love.
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And finally, He tian can't stand it, he can't leave, can't let himself be forgotten by this precious person. So he goes back, he insists on "if you don't remember me ill stay until you do". It's a desperate need, a deep fear.
OX has always told their story in very subtle ways, the plot is always very spread out, and you have to pay attention to the words and details they put in the story. It's as frustrating as it is fun to read it lol, he tian going back and seeing Mo naked is a fun joke, but I do also think it's something that keeps his characterization and does somewhat progress the plot.
TLDR: Mo pushed ht away because he wanted to hurt him for leaving (and he knew how to really hurt him), but also got hurt/felt guilty for hurting someone he loves. Ht came back during the shower because he's scared to let Mo forget about him.
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summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in a magical all-boys school doesn't make it any better; luckily, your boyfriend is here to help
pairings: leona :: jade :: jamil x gn!reader
warnings: period comfort; mentions of periods and different symptoms (but gn pronouns), mentions of reader having hair in jade's part
twisted wonderland masterlist || similar writing: bloody hell [obey me]
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It was decidedly too early for this.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you walked through the hallways, head down to keep from making eye contact with the beastmen staring at you as you passed them. After tossing and turning all night, kept from finding sleep by painful cramps, being ogled at by students at an all boys school that could smell the blood on you was the last thing you needed.
And it wasnât like you hadnât tried to avoid this. When you had realised the predicament you would inevitably find yourself in, you had downright begged Crowley to let you stay at Ramshackle. After all, a certain Ignihyde dorm leader also never attended class in person. But, really, you should have known better. As if the headmage would let his number one therapist stay home for a few days each month or as he put it, he 'couldnât rob a precious student like yourself of the opportunity to learn'.
At least Sam was an actual help and had magically procured just the stuff you needed.
So, with heavy eyes and burning cheeks you speed walked towards your first class of the day, dodging students at the last second on more than one occasion until you eventually ran straight into a sturdy chest. Looking up briefly to apologise, you blinked at the familiar emerald eyes sizing you up.
âLeona! What are you doing here?â Most peopleâs first reaction to seeing their boyfriend would probably not be bewilderment, but running into your boyfriend inside the school during class hours was as likely as Ace making it through a week without being collared by his housewarden.
âThatâs funny, âcause I was about to ask you the same thing,â the lion drawled, ears flicking to help convey the incredulousness painted on his face. âSo, what do you think youâre doing?â
As imposing as he was with his athletic build and the unimpressed expression, causing the students around you to serve around the two of you, you werenât affected at all, used to his grumpy exterior.
âUhm, going to class?â You deadpanned, putting your hand on your hip to mirror his stance. âUnlike someone else I know.â
âYeah, youâre not doing that,â Leona stated matter of factly.
âExcuse you?â When he tried pulling you along by your arm, away from the direction of your classroom, you dug your heels into the ground. âI hate to sound like a broken record but what are you doing, Leona?â
âMaking you get some rest, obviously.â You couldnât see it from where you stood but you could practically hear the way he rolled his eyes.Â
âListen I canât just skip class, I talked to the headmageââ
âCrowley can solve his own problems for a day,â his voice rumbled low in his throat, almost sounding like a growl, âyou know, like an actual adult. And donât try to play dumb with me herbivore, itâs not a good look on you. I know you sleep like shit when you get your period and I also know that the people around you donât take your health into account when they get up to some stupid idea.â
âYeah but-â
You saw the annoyed flick of his tail before he turned around and braced his hands on your shoulders without ever applying any pressure. By now the last bell had rang and the corridor was deserted, leaving you to be the only people standing in the early morning light.
âDonât give me this self-sacrificial nonsense,â Leona said, words harsh but you knew him well enough to read the protective feeling behind them. âWe both know you need to rest. What good would it really do you to go to class in this state?â
As if to agree with him, a nasty cramp pulled at your lower stomach and the ill suppressed grimace on your face must have been all too apparent to your boyfriend. Giving your arm another light tug, Leona coaxed you towards the Hall of Mirrors again with a tempting âCâmonâ and this time you let him pull you along willingly, even handing him your backpack when he reached out for it.
Sometimes, it was hard to forget the kind of culture Leona grew up in, one where women held a high position of power in general, so really you shouldnât be surprised by how⌠normal he was about all of this. Part of that was probably also because it was a very gentlemanly excuse to skip class in favour of a nap, if you were honest.
âIf youâre that worried about missing class, Jack can give you his notes.â His offhand comment made you snort. Of course, he would offer someone elseâs service to you before anything else.
âOr my third-year boyfriend could tutor me,â you teased, a playful lilt swinging in your voice.
âOh, I donât know about that,â the lion shrugged. âWerenât you just on my case about my attendance record?â
âBecause the first-year curriculum is just too hard for someone who can turn an entire stadium into dust,â you jabbed.
âYouâre yapping a lot for someone whoâs this tired,â Leona grumbled, a large palm pushing your head down, careful not to hurt you. With a giggle you decided to drop the topic.Â
Crossing the Hall of Mirrors and stepping through the Savanclaw portal, you were greeted by the warm breeze of dry air typical for the dormâs daytime. After the trek through the savanna past the spring in the common room and across the wooden bridges, you reached Leonaâs room and you could already feel the tension seep from your body as you stepped into its comfortable familiarity.Â
When you unbuttoned your uniformâs blazer, you caught a glimpse of your stomach through your shirt, slightly extended further than usual due to the bloating. And rationally you knew it was a normal bodily reaction to your period but paired with the new bumps on your face and general exhaustion, logic wasnât quite enough to calm your mind.
The clothes being plopped down on your head, however, certainly did rip you from your thoughts. Lifting the ends of the black material covering your eyes you threw your boyfriend a questioning glare.
âI can tell youâre thinking something stupid,â Leona offered as an explanation. âJust get changed and come to bed.â
Huffing under your breath, you stepped into his ensuite bathroom to do as he said, pulling on your boyfriendâs shirt and sweatpants. While you didnât feel like agreeing with him quite yet, you had to admit, royal loungewear was a league of its own in comfort. And probably in price.
When you emerged, Leona had just tossed his phone on the nightstand before devoting all his attention to you. The ears on his head flicked as his gaze wandered from your head to toe and back up, a grin tugging at his lips and an appreciative glint in his green eyes.Â
Then, the second you came within reach, heâd already wrapped you in his strong arms and pulled you into bed with him, not without a surprised squeal from you. You could feel his deep chuckle as much as you heard it with your head resting on his chest and resigned yourself to merely sighing fondly.Â
With two firm hands stroking up and down the length of your back purposefully, their warmth spreading through your body, and his chest rising rhythmically underneath you, you finally allowed yourself to relax as you traced random patterns onto his biceps and pectorals and followed the movement with heavy-lidded eyes.
âYou werenât seriously looking down on yourself earlier, were you?â Leona mumbled, a serious care in his words he didnât offer many people.Â
âWell, you canât really help it when your body goes through this many changes, can you?â you drowsily replied, your eyes already falling closed with no conscious work of your own. âBesides, periods are not the time you feel generally great about yourself.â
âNo matter how you might see yourself, I donât want you to doubt for even a second that I like you the way you are.â At his heartfelt confession, you peeked one eye open to study his expression.
âYou can be quite the romantic if you want to huh?â You meekly chuckled, not able to help yourself.
âGo to sleep, herbivore, youâre talking crazy.â Even as he put one of his hands on the back of your head to keep you cradled against him, you didnât miss how his ears flicked or the fondness with which he looked down on you.
âAlright, alright. I appreciate it though, really.â With a big yawn you shifted to get comfortable, your cramps far from your mind as you sunk into your boyfriendâs natural warmth. âLove you.â
By the time youâd wake up, Ruggie would have dropped off lunch along with some other essential items. But for now, Leona was content to watch as your breath evened out and your chest rose and fell in the rhythm of his own, careful not to disturb you when he draped a soft blanket over you. With the rising sun peeking through the arches of his room, he truthfully answered you in a whisper.Â
âLove you, too.â
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Once Jade had taken an interest in you, he would seemingly appear out of thin air in your general vicinity a lot more often than it was usual to run into a fellow student. On your way to the school store, in line at the cafeteria or when you were carrying supplies for Professor Crewel, the moray would coincidentally round a corner to lend a hand.
So it really shouldnât have come as a surprise that, as his courting became more serious and you had become aware of what was going on, even reciprocating the sentiment, you found the sophomore waiting for you before your classes started. Your time table was well-memorised so he could greet you with a serene smile each day and walk you to your first class of the morning.
Now, as a moray eel with naturally sharp senses, it was somewhat inevitable heâd pick up on the scent of blood once your period rolled around. In contrast to beastmen who were mostly mammals in their anatomy, however, the Octatrio did not grow up on land and periods werenât exactly a thing for merfolk. Moreover, seeing as they had only been on land for roughly two years and were attending an all-boys school, it was not a phenomenon they were likely to run into.
So, having his dear pearl approach one morning, the smell of iron heavy in the air, paired with their already soured mood and his lack of knowledge on the societal stigma around the topic, misunderstandings were bound to happen.
âI really donât think it wise to attend class in your state,â the moray had stated after greeting you, an eyebrow raised at your stubbornness to continue with your day even at what, in his mind, must have been a grave injury.Â
âIâm fine, Jade, I just want to get this day over with,â you had groaned, trying to push past the tall student and drop the topic, embarrassed enough that a sizable chunk of the student body would be aware of your predicament in the first place.
But who would he be to let a person he actually cared about go on their way with a bleeding wound?Â
âPrefect, I must insist you seek medical aid immediately.â You remembered the uncharacteristically genuine furrow of his brows as he had blocked your path. âPlease, go to the school nurse or at least let me tend to your needs. Iâm certain I could be of help if you share your problem with me.â
âIf you want to hear me say it so desperately,â you had huffed, âIâm on my period. Happy now?â
âYour period?â Jade had echoed with wide eyes, unknowingly speeding up the burning of your shortened fuse with his lack of knowledge. âYes, Iâm aware we are to attend class but I fail to seeââ
âVery funny,â you had deadpanned, pushing past him with a cold shoulder and leaving the moray to his own confusion. âNow if you excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and humour your feigned ignorance today.â
Yes it wasnât your proudest moment, youâd admit that. And when Jade approached you later that day with a genuine apology, explaining how he had researched the topic and was deeply ashamed of his uninformed remarks, you felt like the worst person on the planet and apologised more than he had. So in the end, you came to an apology truce, where you noted he shouldnât have prodded further when you didnât want to talk about it and you shouldnât have exploded on him like you did.
Since the incident, however, Jade had been a dream to have around. Not to fall short again, he had done a fair amount of research, both on the biological aspect of what was happening to your body but also on the lived experience and its numerous complications. Then, doing what he did best, he observed your reactions, moods and symptoms to better cater to you specifically.
Every month he put both his cooking and alchemy skills to good use, whipping up whatever meal you desired and brewing a painkilling potion with just the right dosage for your current situation. Being Jade Leech, he could also assert his presence in any given situation with as little as a simple glare if you did not want to be bothered.
Your favourite part of the comfortable rhythm you two had fallen in, however, were the evenings where Grim was otherwise engaged and you had Ramshackle to yourselves. On those nights, soft music and fond laughter would mix with hushed whispers spilling from under your bathroom door.
A few months prior, Azul and Jade had sat down for a âpleasant chatâ with the Headmaster concerning the state of Ramshackle dorm and soon thereafter, funding had been provided to remodel vital parts of the dorm. No more caved-in roofs or stairs giving away under peopleâs shoes. Together with the money from the VDC, the old house had finally started feeling like an actual home; one you felt welcome and comfortable in.
It also meant you finally trusted your new bathtub enough to sit in it and actually also relax without any anxieties of whatever you could possibly contract from the exposure.Â
With his natural fondness of water, it hadnât taken long for Jade to propose the idea of shared baths and you hadnât regretted your decision to agree since. It wasnât like he gave you any reason to either; it was the opposite, really. It didnât take the moray long at all to figure out the perfect temperature or what fragrance you preferred, if any.Â
He also never made you feel inadequate or like you had to be ashamed of yourself, even when your body went through change throughout your cycle. Your skin tingled from his featherlight touches where his fingers traced your curves, never hiding the fact that he appreciated what he saw but always pairing it with a reverence that made you feel loved and desired, rather than ogled at. So when you sank into the water after him, cosying into his space to lean back against his chest, it was like sinking into a warm, secure embrace.
The water helped soothe your aches and washed away the tension which had built over the day and the easily flowing conversation with Jade let you focus on anything other than the thoughts in your mind, listening to his rich voice rather than the doubts trying to crawl to the surface.
When his hands massaged the shampoo into your hair, you always teetered on the edge of falling asleep right then and there. The atmosphere paired with his skilled fingers applying just the right amount of pressure as his nails gently scraped over your scalp banished any headaches you could have had and had you practically melting against him, a sight that tugged on his heartstrings more than it should have. But to see you put so much trust in him, someone who wasnât exactly known for his benevolence, it stirred something fond in his heart and it made him want to work harder so you would keep showing him this blissful expression.
After scrubbing your bodies down, paying special attention to any sore spots, he helped you out of the tub, never failing to comment on how wrinkly your hands had gotten in comparison to his, which didnât seem to be affected by the water exposure at all. Wrapping you up in a fluffy black towel he claimed was from Octavinelle -though you were fairly certain youâd only ever seen pale lilac ones there- he padded you dry and helped you into your clothes, mindful of the routines and products you had shown him previously.Â
Needless to say, you felt like a new person each time without fail as you lay snuggled up with your boyfriend in bed later on, listening to his breathing and the steady beating of his heart.Â
âThank you so much for always doing this much for me, Jade,â you said, earnest gratitude and unspoken adoration lining your voice. âIâm really lucky to be with you, huh?â
âOn the contrary, I am the one luck seems to favour seeing how you chose to be with me,â he chuckled and you didnât miss how his strong arms pulled you closer against him even if it wasnât physically possible. Heâd be damned if he didnât try. âAnd you neednât feel conflicted about receiving my affection. Just know I enjoy doing these things for you and with you, pearl.âÂ
âI stand by my earlier statement,â you smiled, making him laugh along with you. Looking into his heterochromic eyes, you traced the contours of his face with the same delicacy he showed you earlier. âIs it selfish to say that I feel happy about having this side of you all to myself?â
âNot at all. It is reserved for you only, dearest.â His gaze was heavy on yours as he loosely curled his fingers around your wrist and pressed a searing kiss against your palm. âAfter all, I do not intend to share this side of you with anyone else either.â
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There have certainly been times where Jamil lamented having to basically babysit his dorm leader. Well, pretty much all the time. But being unable to stay by your side while you were hurting was generally one of the most annoying parts of his duties to him, especially with the daily workload of being a student on top of it all.Â
Jamil being Jamil, however, he soon worked out a schedule consistent enough to let him visit you somewhat frequently.Â
You were lying on one of Ramshackleâs rickety couches, nursing your lower stomach with a -at this point already lukewarm- water bottle, when a familiar knocking pattern brought a smile to your face.
âCome in! Itâs open,â you shouted across the hall, adding your sarcastic comment under your breath in order not to worry your boyfriend more than he already was. âNot like the lockâs ever doing its job in this place.â
âHm? Did you say something?â Jamil made his way straight over to where you were sitting, his footsteps quieting down as he reached the carpeted floor.
âNo,â you shook your head, smiling up at him as he leant over the back of the couch. Ignoring his raised eyebrow, you reached up, so you could cradle his cheek as you sat up to meet him for a sweet kiss. âI missed you.â
âI missed you, too.â Seemingly appeased, your boyfriend mirrored your fond expression, tracing your face with his grey gaze while his hands moved to your shoulders, deft fingers working out any tension you might be having. âHow are you feeling?â
âA lot better now that youâre here,â you laughed, though it wasnât merely a sappy joke, as indicated by Jamilâs scoff behind you. âI mean it though. Iâve been feeling a lot better since Iâve been receiving your royal treatment.â
âItâs nothing that fancy,â Jamil assured, his eyes softening at the way you melted into his touch. âIâm just trying to take care of you.â
âI know you donât think much of it but I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to look after me when Iâm not even facing anything out of the ordinary,â you sighed, rehashing points you had raised in vain before.
âOh hush,â your boyfriend playfully shushed you the way he had also done many times already when the topic came up. âCompared to what I usually deal with, this is like taking a vacation, especially since I get to spend time with you. Now speaking of my normal chores, I brought some leftover food.â
âHave I told you that I love you?â You swooned, causing both of you to laugh as Jamil headed over to your kitchen, one he was already familiar with. Not only because he often came over for some much needed peace and quiet but because Kalim was literally the reason you had it in the first place. A relationship-warming-gift of sorts for a relationship that wasnât even his.
Besides, ever since courting and dating you, Jamilâs measuring skills when it came to meal prep seemed to have worsened because -coincidentally- heâd ended up with too much food and subsequent leftovers so often, you wondered why you even stocked your own fridge anymore.
What you had also noticed though was that, whenever you were on your period -something he seemed to track himself-, the food he brought over was a lot less spicy than usual and rather light. Something someone prone to a sensitive stomach, nausea, reduced appetite or a disturbed metabolism could still comfortably eat.Â
The phenomenon of suddenly appearing sticky notes had also made itself known, labelling new containers in your fridge, medication on the counter or your coffee machine with reminders like âRemember caffeine makes your cramps worseâ written on it in neat handwriting.Â
One or the other bar of dark chocolate and some of your favourite snacks had mysteriously found their way into your bags or onto a bowl in your kitchen as well though, making you smile at Jamilâs thoughtfulness when you caught a peek of them.Â
During the day, whenever his schedule allowed it, heâd also drop by to check in on you between classes or during lunch, something Kalim wholeheartedly supported. Normally, Jamil refused all of Kalimâs offers to take a break from his duty but when you were feeling under the weather, he took the white-haired student up on it when no imminent disaster was on the horizon waiting to happen.
When your plate was empty and made its trip to the sink, Jamil refilled your hot water bottle but unlike you earlier, he waved his magic pen over it, which you had realised significantly expanded the time in which the water actually stayed hot.
âThank you,â you said for possibly the millionth time as you took the bottle from him, then gave him a mischievous grin. âYou know what would make me feel soo much better though?â
At the tilt of his head, you scooted over to make space between you and the back of the couch. Getting the hint, Jamil settled in behind you and you got comfy again with your back to his chest. This too had become somewhat of a ritual of yours, one that wasnât limited to while you were suffering from cramps.Â
After all the chore-y part of the late afternoon was taken care of, you liked to spend the evening snuggled up on your couch with the TV playing some show you liked to watch together, read: a show which you started and dragged Jamil into. Well, every now and then your boyfriend also made sure you didnât fall behind on your studies, though he was more lenient when you were on your period.
âThis is nice,â you mumbled, your eyelids heavy now that you had eaten and were surrounded by warmth and your loving boyfriend, whose hands stroked along your sides in a soothing, continuous motion, his chest vibrating underneath you with his affirming hum.Â
âI could stay like that forever,â he agreed.
âWell I certainly wouldnât mind.â
âIâm sure you wouldnât.â The smile in his voice was auditory even if you couldnât see his gorgeous face. You could, however, feel his soft lips on the crown of your head and his breath fanning over it and you reached to intertwine one of your hands with his before a yawn you couldnât suppress any longer filled the air. âYou should get some rest, Iâm sure youâre tired.â
âBut I wanna stay with you longer,â you protested, sleep clouding your tone.Â
âDonât worry, I will be here when you wake up,â Jamil promised. And with that you drifted off, the warmth from around you settling cosily around your heart. A heart that wasnât really yours alone anymore.
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What do u think Deans main kinks would be?? Tbf though I feel like heâd be into pretty much everything đ heâs a slut and we love him for it
youâre so real, that man loves sex and we do love him for it!!!! i personally hc dean as a switch, so i think his kinks would probably be quite general and would depend on his partner, but heâs definitely up for trying new things! 18+
â praise.
that man is heavily neglected when it comes to compliments and gentle touches. his eyes would light up at every little âyou feel so goodâ or âgood boyâ. it doesnât even matter if heâs praising you or the one being praised, he just loves seeing you happy and hearing how good heâs making you feel. he definitely sees sex as a way to relax and have fun with you, so heâd be all about wanting to make you feel beautiful and desired through praise and compliments. he shows his love through physical touch and gentle words.
â manhandling.
now hear me out with this. dean wouldnât be big on being rough with you in the bedroom, considering how harsh the hunter life is. heâd want to be gentle with you, although he wouldnât be super opposed to some choking or a cheeky little spank here and there. however, heâd love it if you got a little rough with him, like shoving him against a wall or onto the bed, just taking what you want. heâd definitely love when you get a little confident and grab him by the jaw to make him look at you or tug on his hair as he goes down on you. he just likes you touching him, even if itâs in a rougher way, it gets him all giddy and excited.
â teasing.
we all know this man is a brat. dean loves making inappropriate jokes that make you squirm and shoot him disapproving looks in public or touching you in teasing little ways, just to get you riled up. seeing you get all whiny and needy in the bedroom would make him go crazy, though he wouldnât mind also being teased. in fact, heâd kinda love it. heâd love it if youâd walk around in tight little clothes, taunting him almost, or doing provocative little things just to mess with him. itâd be how you get him back. dean is definitely whining and begging if you tease him, âplease, baby. i canât take it anymore. need you so bad,â that kinda thing. heâd never tell you, but he loves it.
â roleplay.
dean would go crazy for a little roleplay with you. his favourite would definitely be cowboy x damsel in distress, although you playing naughty nurse would be a close second. initially, heâd be nervous about bringing up his lil fantasies with you. heâd wait until he knows youâre both comfortable enough with each other and your sex life. naturally, you wouldnât be able to wipe the dopey grin off his face as you walk in wearing whatever silly little thing he asked you to. heâd just love it.
â breeding.
dean is a family man. heâd die a thousand times for sammy, for cas, for his parents. so it makes sense that filling your pussy with his cum would make his head go brrr. the idea of starting a family with you fills his chest with a warmth he canât even begin to describe. the idea of putting a baby in you, watching a life grow inside you, a life that he helped create, heâd lose his damn mind. if you werenât already on birth control, heâd (respectfully) beg you to go on it, for the sole purpose of cumming in you. he also just really loves watching it pour out of you. to him, itâs the hottest thing in the entire world. again, his head would just go brrrrrr.
â cockwarming.
dean definitely is making you cockwarm him as soon as he gets back to see you after a hunt or something. just sitting in the deancave with his cock up your cunt as you watch some cheesy horror movie, neither of you bothering to move, just completely happy with feeling him inside you. of course, it would eventually lead to him pounding in and out of you, but at least for a while itâd be sweet and innocent.
â somno. (both consenting with prior discussion abt it)
this might be another hear me out, but considering dean is a slut, heâs up for sex just about anytime he can get it. heâd be extremely hesitant to try anything with you when youâre half asleep or fully unconscious (he just doesnât wanna make you uncomfortable), but heâd be completely okay with waking up to his cock in your mouth or you using him while heâs half asleep to get yourself off late at night.
â mutual masturbation.
dean loves the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of him, so heâd definitely beg you to let him watch as you play with yourself. itâd start off slow, until his pants are so tight he has no choice but to let himself spring free and jerk himself off in front of you, while youâre busy trying to get off in front of him. heâd melt at that and the way you call his name when you cum. after that one time, deanâd beg you to let him watch again and again and again.
â edging.
this oneâs definitely more-so for himself. deanâs definitely jacking it in motel showers when heâs on hunts, just edging himself in there to the thought of you. heâd be so close every time, your name on his lips as he strokes himself, but heâd pause his movements right before cumming, just teasing himself for as long as he can take it.
â public sex.
deanâs no stranger to a quickie in the impala or even perhaps in the alleyway behind a dingy little dive bar. the thrill of getting caught would drive him absolutely wild. heâd be gripping your jaw, whispering in your ear telling you to keep quiet and be good. public sex would probably force out a more dominant side of dean. heâd wanna have fun with you, whilst also making sure heâs in control of the situation just in case you actually do get caught.
â toys.
iâm not sure if iâd consider this a kink, but iâll list it anyway. dean is definitely the kinda guy to see toys as an aid to better sex, instead of his competition. heâd love to see you writhing underneath him with a vibrator pressed against your pussy or perhaps even some handcuffs thrown into the mix (again, heâs not fussed on whoâs being cuffed). he loves the idea of you using toys on your own when heâs away on hunts. heâd definitely be begging you over text to send him videos of you using them.
â other.
none of these are really kinks, but i do wanna mention them.
i fully believe at some point in your relationship, dean would bring up the idea of making a sex tape with you. it would be exclusively for yours and his eyes only, and he would definitely watch it and get off to it during hunts when youâre not there.
i also think dean would be a little cheeky and steal your panties to take away with him on longer hunts. sure, calling you and receiving pictures and videos helps when heâs away, but nothing beats the physicality of holding your panties in his hands, wrapping them around his cock and cumming into them. maybe this is something he does without telling you, but youâd know when a pair would go missing and then return when dean does. it wouldnât take you long to figure out. and you wouldnât really mind.
i believe anything to do with him causing you pain or distress would be a hard no for dean. he loves you and wants to make you feel good during sex, not see you all marked up and sore because of him. he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. heâs definitely the kinda guy to check in with you constantly, âdoes that feel good, baby? you want me to keep going?â or âtell me what you wantâ.
your comfortability and pleasure is number one priority for dean. always.
A/N: ahhh such a fun request. these are my personal headcanons for dean. idk how popular these opinions are but i see that man as a LOVER if heâs in a relationship!! <3
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sal fisher headcanons
i've literally never been so horrendously down bad for a character before.. so i HAD to share my head canons for sal :3
CW: NSFW AHEAD!!
fluff <3
⥠he would try to teach you guitar, even if you arent very good at it...
⥠if you have sh scars, he'd kiss them over and over and over again, no matter where they are
⥠blushes over everything you do, any little touch you give him, he gets flustered over
⥠"ummmmm... uhh- i- well.. umm"
⥠he loves giving you things. for whatever reason, he's always gifting you small trinkets to show his love for you. his favorite excuse for buying you something is "it reminded me of you!"
⥠not the kinda guy who goes for looks. no matter how 'ugly' you think you are, he'll wholeheartedly see you as the most beautiful person in the world.
⥠with that being said.. he'd definitely stop in his tracks if he saw a cutie :3
⥠(IT'S YOU, YOU'RE THE CUTIE. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS HIS TYPE. GOD, HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT FOR HIM??)
⥠if you ever mention something in a conversation (a band you like, a cool movie you just watched or a book you read, etc.) he's definitely going home and learning all he can about it.
⥠wholesome romance like those in the romcom movies
⥠"i love everybody because i love you" /ref /ly
⥠would totally let you paint his nails, do his hair, anything like that. he loves when you make him feel pretty <3
⥠doesn't want anyone to know this, but he loves wearing your clothes. like, you know the whole "wearing you bf's jacket/hoodie" thing? that's what he wants, but with your clothes.
⥠obviously he won't deny you his hoodie, but deep down he's waiting for you to give him yours
⥠LOVES giving long, deep, passionate hugs. hugs and cuddle sessions that can go on for an hour. he loves squeezing you against him, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside; being so close to someone he loves so much
⥠he WILL sniff you. he can't get enough of your scent. at first he was scared you would think it was weird, but now he does it freely. he's a very sensual person, and because of his disability (possibly impaired sight?), he often relies on his other senses to soak up every little piece of you.
⥠he loves wrapping you in his arms, cradling and comforting you if he knows you need it.
⥠he's excellent at reading you. he feels like he knows you best. despite being someone who can't really show his emotions through his expressions, he's amazing at reading yours.
⥠you don't even have to tell him anythings wrong. he knows when you need a hug.
nsfw :3
⥠definitely has a mommy kink. argue with the wall.
⥠it just slipped out one day.. you were riding him, making him feel good and warm, and all of a sudden he let out a small "m-mommy..!"
⥠that being said, he LOVES having you on top of him
⥠while you're straddling him, he grabs you by your hips to make sure you're not going anywhere
⥠very shy + whimpering mess
⥠the kind to not know where to put his hands
⥠that doesn't mean he sometimes doesn't have a dom side to him...
⥠he's definitely a giver. he prioritizes your pleasure before his own
⥠he's insecure about his ability to turn you on, make you cum, etc. he always tries his hardest to make you feel good, and lets just say it always works :3
⥠jerks off to the thought of you more than he would like to admit
⥠has a VERY vivid imagination.
⥠oh god the things he thinks about doing to you are almost to embarrassing for him to admit
⥠very sweet and loving the whole time. he's huge on praise, and would rather die than ever make you uncomfortable. your sessions are filled with millions of
"are you liking that?" "you're doing so good for me." "are you okay with this?" "you feel amazing (y/n)"
⥠he needs 100% confirmation on your dirty suggestions. you could make a hint, but won't act on it until he's absolutely sure you mean it (obviously you always do, but god is this boy insecure.)
⥠doesn't seem like it, but will fuck you like a rabbit. it's always the quiet, sweet boys who are the dirtiest behind closed doors :3
⥠likes being bitten. idk. idc. IDGAF.
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